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Around the Bonfire

"What made your story great was not only the well established plot, but also the chemistry between the characters. The brown bear..." he stopped typing to look up his name. "Cody's confidence complemented Jackie's low self esteem. Alone, they seemed no more than your average joe. Together, on the other hand..."

Together what? It was no more than average smut. Drawn-out, overly descriptive, with little left to imagination. They barely met and already dashed to the nearest toilet to...to...

Daniel slouched in his chair and sighed. A year of reading these stories, and his heart still raced in his chest when he pictured Jackie the Coyote bending over for the bear to claim him.

And it wasn't only his heart the story stirred. He tightened within his jeans with each throb, until his breath picked up and he sweltered within his shirt.

Daniel shook his head to clear it, licked his muzzle, and typed out the rest of the critique, emphasizing the positive aspects and mentioning the negative ones briefly. Once done, he shuffled over to his cot to crash among his fluffy pillows. It was a slim and short thing, just like him.

The grey fox rubbed his slender arms, a soft growl rippling in his throat as the image of the well sculpted coyote flashed in his mind. Even the lesser stories had their good parts, and Jackie the coyote resembled Daniel somewhat.

More athletic, however. Quite charming and eloquent in his replies, unlike him. And, most importantly, not alone.

Daniel rolled onto his feet at that. He went to the bathroom to splash cold water onto his face, allowing it to dribble onto his thin, bony chest.

What a hot bastard of a summer this was. He cupped his hands to pool up water in his palms and slurped the cold, chlorine tasting liquid. He swallowed it quickly, yet its taste still lingered upon his tongue. In spite of that, Daniel kept a straight face as he stared at the blurry image reflecting in the cracked mirror. He saw himself, but pictured a few enhancements that could make him look better in his next story.

That next character would be a grey fox, but with a shorter muzzle. He had symmetrical and well rounded cheeks, jaws, forehead, and a sleek, luxuriant mane that flowed across his shoulders as opposed to his almost bald scalp.

The picture of the perfect fox vanished from his mind, replaced by the harsh reality. Other foxes had thicker fur. Not him. His fur differed in nuances, but not in volume. His overly thin coat served to emphasize his gaunt features, thin arms, spindly legs, straight abs. No curves around a well formed biceps, no ripped chest, nothing. Only his lonely, ugly self.

Daniel turned around and shuffled back to his chair. A plot already started forming in his mind. It began with the last day of school, on the corridors, when Lao, the prettiest Jaguar in his class, threw him a glance and a curt smile as he passed by instead of shoulder checking him. In the classroom, Lao sat next to him and brought out his phone to...

Daniel shuddered, staggered, and almost tripped on his hand weights when the harsh bass of the heavy metal music burst through the thin walls of the duplex. It obliterated his thoughts, his plot, and his vivid picture of Lao, leaving only growls and screams ringing in his ears. Daniel strode towards the door, gripped the doorknob, then froze as a jolt of fear petrified him. His knees buckled and his posture hunkered at the prospect of actually complaining face to face to his duplex mate. The burly wolf had a gun and enough marijuana in his system to smoke him on sight.

A whine escaped Daniel. He doubled back across his tiny living room, kicked the door open to his room, dropped into his chair, opened a new Microsoft word document, and stopped. How did the story start, again? Lao's paw on his thigh as he reached for something he dropped--no, that came later. A wink at the lockers? But Lao never winked. He despised it.

How did the damn story begin? Daniel rolled his eyes, closed the document and alt tabbed. Murr Station appeared back onto his screen.

"Mhm, a notification," he said under his breath. It was Renard, the author of "When things go wild in the night," pasting a 'thank you for your thoughts' in response to Daniel's review. The douchebag did that for everybody. Daniel giggled as he scrolled up. Every message had a similar note, apart from one.

"If you think my story is shallow, then go read other author's works and take your whine elsewhere," he responded to Vincent, a chibi brown bear. For such a cute avatar, his critique sure had a sting to it. A smile spread across Daniel's muzzle as he read it.

"Your opinion on a brown bear's red rocket is skewed. If you think I'm wrong, then allow me the courtesy of tearing a second hole through your butt," Daniel read before laughing out loud. Tears welled in his eyes and his abs burned, yet faint chuckles still escaped him as he hovered the shaky cursor over Vincent's profile. This guy was nuts!

Daniel went straight to private messages, typed a LOL for the subject message, and told Vincent to refrain from being so acidic.

"Authors have the tendency to get defensive over their work," he mumbled as he typed. "Keep calm and be cute, like your avatar." His cheeks seared from the last remark, but Daniel licked his muzzle and glanced over Vincent's profile.

He was new to the site; only a couple of posts and few favorite stories filled his page. Daniel leaned forward in his chair at that. Most of them were the ones he read! Even the touchy ones with strange kinks. That also included the only zoophilia story Daniel had ever read during his stay on the site.

"Huh," he said before slouching back in his chair. The bear enjoyed outdoor time more than Daniel did. He was into football, participated in several jogging competitions, and even had some pictures posted of a cabin in the woods. Daniel stretched a sweaty paw towards the mouse and browsed a few landscapes and cabin pictures before he closed the window.

"Darn it." He scratched his forehead, took a deep breath, and opened the window again. But when he hovered over the arrow to show more pictures, his stomach sagged. "Dammit, you coward. It's just some silly pictures of a guy you don't even know."

But he wanted to. More than anything. He had read the same stories! Even the zoophilia one without cringing or vomiting over it. Like him, Vincent considered it an intriguing story with well established characters and plot. He was rather blunt in his reply, but that wasn't the point!

While he squirmed in his chair, fretting over this nonsense, a new private message arrived for Daniel. He clicked it right away. It started with "Bear hugs" and Daniel needed a full minute to steady his heavy breathing after reading it.

"Bear hugs. That's the greeting I use with grey foxes, so deal with it. Love--"Daniel paused for a breath, "love them too much to treat them like strangers. Foxes are better than that!"

Daniel squeaked with glee. "Gods, this bear..." he blurted out. He shifted in his seat from one haunch to the other in an attempt to cool off. It didn't help.

"Thank you kindly for the useful advice," the bear's message continued, "I tend to get passionate when it comes to the things I like--foxes included--so I always run the risk of having the natives of a site come out with pitch and torches." Daniel's laughter broke down into nervous squeaks as he went through the last part in his mind. His mouth was too dry and he fidgeted too much to speak out loud while reading messages, like he used to.

And, to make it worse, the bear sent him a friend request. After just a single PM! One exchange! Daniel accepted it right away, got up, tossed his shirt onto his cot, and began pacing. Blasted heat! And that infernal music! The growls became roars, and the guitar strings turned to mere noise to his perked up ears. Yet these weren't the reasons he paced from one end of the room to the other. It was Vincent, with his straight forward and intimidating approach. Daniel's blush returned with a vengeance just by thinking of his message.

"Every fear hides a desire," he whispered to himself. His temples throbbed at the thought of striding back to his computer and sound like the weird, desperate for friends geek that he was.

Yet that was exactly what he did. In one single breath, he typed out a full reply to Vincent and lunged away from the computer to drop straight onto his cot.

What would he say? Daniel shook his head, as if to dispel his worries. Screw them worries. The story mattered more. Yet, no matter how hard he scrunched his eyes in an attempt to bring back Lao the Jaguar, Vincent's chibi bear appeared, over and over again. It had two huge eyes and an infuriatingly broad smile.

"Gah," Daniel grumbled. He got up and padded over to his PC for the fourth time. His head reeled at the Mozilla icon and what hid behind it. One click, and Murr Station occupied his whole screen. Daniel's gaze fell on the private message notification, and he swallowed hard before opening it.

"Ohkay, let's do this without being weird this time." He flexed his shoulders, rotated his torso until his spine popped, and rubbed his padded palms. Then, he scrolled down to reveal Vincent's reply.

"We're connected, dear fox. Statistics says that, when two handsome, single males add the same stories to favorites with a slight margin for error, they're what the world calls 'Love at first sight.' I'm the conservative type and would hate to prove these hard working gypsy fortune tellers wrong." Daniel wet his muzzle, sucked in a deep breath, and hovered to the next paragraph. "Nah, I'm kidding. Half kidding. I still have a deep love for foxes, but I only took your observation and tweaked it a bit. Hope I didn't freak you out." Daniel stopped at that.

Half kidding? What the heck did that even mean? He skimmed through the rest and began typing his reply furiously. "Vincent, your half joke almost gave me half a heart attack. Do you know what that is? It's when your stomach is on the verge of exploding due to butterflies." He pressed enter to write the next paragraph. Instead, the highlighted 'send' button glowed, and Daniel's reply appeared right after Vincent's.

"Wha..." Daniel trailed off. He checked, double checked, triple checked to see what went wrong. It should've jumped to a new row. Not freaking send the message! And, unlike in the forum, the private messages lacked an editing option.

Daniel's heart pounded in his chest, and a shudder crept through him at the realization.

He blew it. Vincent would take it as the angry retort of a misunderstood teenager. He would see him for who he was; a weird, lonely, and creepy geek.

Daniel squinted when the private messages box turned green. Whatever Vincent said, he didn't want to see.

His paw grabbed the mouse out of its own accord and opened the message.

"I always knew butterflies are evil beings in disguise. Pretty insects hide dark intentions and are always up to no good," Daniel read. His eyes widened and his voice turned a pitch higher. "That made me crack up, by the way. Half measures are the way to go with you, I see. I'll try to respect that from now on. Oh, and by the way, if there are other stories you liked, give me a heads up. Would love to read more, especially when your tastes in co--cocks? and asses match mine." That one word made his blood boil and his crotch tighten. It was rough, and vulgar!

"That's why reading things out loud is a bad idea," Daniel said to himself. "And it's not like I can concentrate otherwise. Damn your noise of a music, Rocky!" The roars and the guitar strings muffled his words, much to his relief. If Rocky actually heard that...

He returned to Vincent and to his more enjoyable company. "At least he likes the same cocks," Daniel said, testing the foreign word on his lips. He still blushed at its mentioning, but he didn't tighten within his pants at least. That was quite some progress.

It became even more apparent when he gave Vincent a list of the other stories he had read but did not add to his favorites. His shoulders slouched, his padded palms stopped sweating, and his breath steadied. No more apprehensive blushes or fretting in his chair over Vincent's impressions of him. The bear liked him.

Once done with the story list, Daniel wrote him another message with tips on how to critique different works. Each required a certain approach depending on the author's attitude towards feedback, and the bear had yet to learn that.

It took the better part of an hour. By the time he finished, the sun bled in the sky and the heat became more bearable in his stuffed room. Daniel's stomach growled in protest too. He fixed himself a ham sandwich, tossed whatever topping he grabbed from the fridge on top of it, and returned to his computer to refresh the site every five seconds.

"It does have a real time private message feature you idiot," he said, but kept doing it anyway.

He finished his meal and even tidied up his bookshelf before Vincent replied. Daniel's heart fluttered at the green little envelope.

"Wow, you're quite knowledgeable when it comes to this. I thought people who write about the properties of cum--"he paused to swallow, "and the strength of its jet are already mature enough to deal with critiques. But you made a fair point, which I'll respect, but still less than I respect you. I'm glad you sent me this private message, dear fox."

Daniel forgot about his blush and the bear's lewd lexicon on his rush to reply. "The pleasure's always mine, Vincent," he whispered under his breath. "I'm still surprised we like the same stories, so you can imagine my desire to get to know you better. I know this may sound strange, but you're already a better friend to me than most of my contacts." He froze at that. Did he really make a pass on him?

Daniel sent the message before his worries made him reconsider. He leaned into his chair, suddenly exhausted, yet strangely satisfied. He lifted his bare foot to knead on his pads while waiting for the bear's reply. The foot massage soothed his inner fire and settled his stomach. If only he could get Vincent to do that...

He jumped in his chair at the thought. No! Too fast! He wouldn't know how to--he couldn't--he was just a weird geek with no appeal to anybody.

"I'm freaking lucky I came across him in the first place," Daniel said out loud. "I mean, what are the chances?"

Daniel began pacing around as he recounted his meeting with Vincent. "He not only likes the same stories, but also foxes." He shuddered as a warm tingle crept through his fur. "Of all the species, it had to be foxes. And he didn't say anything about me being weird!"

He beamed at the realization, only to frown a moment after. "But what if he has hidden quirks? Everybody has them. People aren't that kind unless they expect something from you." Daniel only had writing advice to offer; nothing more. And the moment he shared everything with Vincent with no hope to further entertain him...

Daniel shook his head at the thought. "No use to fret it, silly. Look where that got you."

A crammed up apartment inside in a duplex shared with the most obnoxious of people. No real life acquaintance to call a friend at the end of high school. No job because of his fears and low self esteem. Daniel had enough bad things going in his life to add Vincent to it, so he went into the shower and pictured the bear as one of his story characters.

Well sculpted, yet with suave curves and hard muscles concealed beneath his rich, slightly rough coat. His maroon eyes had a kindness to them, a warmth that sent a shiver through Daniel's crotch and dispersed through his body. His paws, although big and strong, had a smooth touch, just like the pads underneath them. And his embrace was tight, stifling almost. Daniel wriggled at first in it, only to melt a moment after as Vincent whispered something in his hear.

His eyes snapped open as his tight shaft pulsated. Daniel gulped at the sight of it and gritted his teeth when it continued to bob. He wrapped his paw around the bulged knot to keep it steady, and growled when a warm shiver made his fur bristle. He pushed his hips forward, driving his erect member through his pads with a gasp.

"What in the name of..." his rough voice trailed off as his member continued to swell within his grip, each throb amplifying the burning sensation that welled within his loins. His grey sack turned stiff, and even a slight prod made the grey fox whimper with need.

He never got so hard, so fast. Even his knot left his leathery sheath, and Daniel had to turn his back to the streaming water, least its tantalizing touch sent him over the edge.

Vincent had to do that.

Within his mind's eye, Daniel laid on his cot, naked under a blanket that covered everything but his feet. Vincent stood at the foot of the cot, his smile warm as his paw inched closer, and closer to Daniel's foot. His claws trailed along Daniel's pads. He jerked at that, and so did his member. Daniel let out a huff as he squeezed tighter around his knot.

Vincent chuckled at that and said, "Ticklish, eh?"

Daniel merely nodded. His breath was hard, and his heart threatened to burst with pent-up anticipation at what was to come.

A smile spread across the bear's muzzle as he picked Daniel's foot. He tensed up at first, not knowing what to expect, until a soft squeeze urged a muffled whimper out of him. His member throbbed in unison with it, and Daniel licked his muzzle at the heat of the bear's paws around his foot, the slickness of his moist pads from their combined heat. He fondled with each toe, squeezing, releasing, and stroking them with soft, elaborate touches.

Daniel squirmed. He kicked into the bear's immovable paw within his mind as he thrust his member deeper into his palm. The sudden motion brought forth a rippling wave of pleasure. It washed over him, tightening his muscles and making his member writhe within his grip.

Daniel's hips began to rock in unison with Vincent's strokes. When he squeezed a toe, Daniel squeezed his member. When he slid his paw across his foot, so did Daniel, until reality mingled with his thoughts. Only, the latter were more pleasurable, and infinitely more arousing.

The bear's touch was exactly how Daniel wanted it. Soft after a squeeze, hard when he reached his central, most sensitive pad. He lifted his gaze whenever he fondled with it, smiling when Daniel's foot squirmed within his grip. Vincent then proceeded to knead at it with broad, drawn-out strokes, then quick, terse touches. Each allowed Daniel only a gasp of relief before pleasure cascaded through him. It cut off his breath, forcing him to take it all in, to surrender to the raging fire building within his loins.

Daniel bit back his climax. Vincent chuckled at that and his strokes picked up in speed, each rougher and more intense than the previous. Daniel tried to kick away, to free himself and buy more time, but the bear didn't relent. His squeeze around Daniel's feet increased, and increased, until his peak approached with every thundering heartbeat.

Then, Vincent's paws clamped down around his feet, so hard and tight Daniel yowled. His vision flickered, and his member swelled within his grip. Daniel began to thrust into his paw with abandon as his climax threatened to wash over him.

He braced for the first jet, eyes closed, teeth pressed against one another. The grip around his knot became so hard his member stopped throbbing. Even his crotch hurt from the pent-up pressure welled within. He felt the scalding seed slithering through his member, only to stop inches away from the tip. He thrust again in an attempt to release it, his legs trembling with weakness. No throb came. Stars gathered before his eyes, summoned by that terrible, all consuming pleasure. Daniel released his grip...

And burst harder than he ever expected. The first jet left his convulsing member like an arrow. His feet buckled awkwardly, weakened by the immense strain of pleasure. Daniel staggered, yowled, and fell. Spurts of seed escaped his member, sticking onto the ceiling before dripping back onto his wet, ashen fur.

The throbs felt surreal. Each spasm drew the breath out of him, and each breath summoned forth another spasm. Daniel clenched a paw around the knot, howling at the exploding pleasure. The next burst splashed against his pads, spreading the creamy fluid across his palm. With one paw holding the knot and the other clenching around the tip, Daniel peaked harder than ever. Every muscle in his body tightened and relaxed, urging every drop of seed out of his shuddering sack.

And he had more than he anticipated! His paw became thoroughly sticky before his spasms died down. Milking his knot for all its worth, Daniel enjoyed the last spurts with a long, drawn out moan.

"Mother of..." he trailed off, wincing as scalding water pelted his spent member. He shifted his back towards the stream, scrambled onto his knees, and worked his member back into the protective sheath. Only...it didn't budge. His knot remained swollen, and faint throbs still wracked his length. Daniel rose to his feet, yelped when his tip brushed against his wet thigh. He slid the shower cabin's door open and stepped out.

His feet, slick with water and seed, skidded across the cold tiles. Daniel twisted, lunged forward, and grabbed the towel rack hard enough to keep himself from falling. His limbs sprawled in every direction, and it took some serious kicking, yowling and barking to gather his slick feet underneath him.

"Freaking, damnable, ridiculous..." he paused at the sight reflected on the mirror's surface. A thin, panting, quivering fox with the biggest and most annoying erection ever stood there. Why the heck did it fail to recede? He dabbed at his tight flesh, winced when it stung, then tried to drape his sheath over the bulging knot. Nope, nope, nope. However he pulled, pushed and twisted, his member remained tight, clear globs of liquid pooling onto the flared tip before they dribbled onto the floor.

Wait it out. That's what he had to do. Time solved everything, right?

In his case, it took more than four hundred seconds. Daniel lost count at some point, when he forced himself to think of anything other than Vincent. In his mind's eye, the bear smiled, wrapped a heavy arm around Daniel's frail shoulders, and whispered something about not knowing what he was getting into.

"Like there's anything worse than this," he said, then chanced a look at his member. Half of it already fled back into the furred sheath. Daniel yipped, pushed the rest back in, and stepped back into the shower with slow, careful steps to test the floor. Smooth, if a bit sticky. Daniel washed his feet first before he drew his head back to bask in the flow of cascading water.

So warm, so relaxing. It took his mind off his clumsiness, off Vincent, as a more pressing question circled his mind. Why the fudge did his knot swell to the point of refuse? He pawed off before, but never came this hard, this much. His cheeks turned hot at the memory, and he shook his head to dispel it.

"It's my vivid imagination." He stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel to dry himself off, and threw it onto the floor to wipe the pads of his feet on it, least he slipped again. "Oh, the boons of a writer..." he trailed off on his way to a chest of drawers. Underwear, a fresh T-shirt with an embossed wolf head, and a pair of shorts. He tilted his head at a pair of socks, but shook his head. Too hot for them. Once garbed, he licked his muzzle to wet his cold nose and sat at the PC.

A shiver ran through him when he opened Murr Station. The sight of the green inbox made his stomach churn and his breath pick up. Vincent. The same bear he masturbated to was now sending him messages. Daniel clutched the mouse, tighter and tighter as sweat began to ooze from his pads. All of them. His thumping foot slipped across the naked parquet under his desk.

"I can't--I can't do that," he stammered, then closed the browser.

Daniel's temples pounded so hard his head almost burst. Served him well, for masturbating to his new friend. What sort of sexually obsessed freak did that in the first place?

Daniel snorted at that. "Good question." And, to make it worse, he also forced Vincent to give him a foot massage. While he rubbed one off in the shower, so hard he remained swollen for half an hour.

The grey fox dipped his head, covered his face with his palms, and took in a deep breath.

"What happened, happened," he said. "No use fretting over it." He repeated the same words, over and over in his mind, until that was all he thought of. This mantra, and Vincent's cute bear chibi avatar.

"Ghrrrrr!"

Daniel opened up google, typed in fox mating, and clicked the first informative link his cursor fell upon. He thumped his free paw on the desk while reading, the clatter of claws upon wood providing necessary distraction from his fierce blush.

"So this knot swells to keep the male tied to its partner hmm..." He paused while searching for more, but nothing important followed. Daniel splayed on his chair and shut his eyes from the disturbing piece of information. It wasn't enough that he masturbated to his friend. Now he had the knot to worry about when Vincent and him--

Daniel slapped himself at the thought. He went there! "You freakin--that's why nothing works with you! For thinking stuff like that before you even meet the guy." He knew geeks were perverted like that, but he took the freaking cake!

With everything going downhill so fast, Daniel brought his feet to his chair and sat cross legged while he fiddled with his thumbs. As long as he kept his paws occupied, he wouldn't reach for his foot to rub or the mouse. Both had quite a history behind them, and until his stomach butterflies settled, he did not trust himself not to puke.

The grey fox took a deep breath, exhaled, and repeated until he was calm enough to open a movie. He watched movie after movie until the sun set and his back ached. He stretched to alleviate the stiffness, went to heat up a thai cube, and returned to watch the second half of "Claws of Liberation." It sucked more than the first.

He opened his 'action scenes exercises' document, wrote a paragraph, scrunched his muzzle at it and closed the document without saving. Writing never worked when distracted.

For the twentieth time, he hovered over his inbox. The source of his torment stood one click away. And it likely had a positive reply!

Daniel sighed and shut down his PC instead. He crashed onto his cot, growling at how good the mattress felt. He slithered up to his pillow and shut his eyes. Yet, no matter how he lay, and shifted, and curled, sleep didn't come. He fumbled for his clock, knocked it down, let out a muffled bark, and picked it. 1 AM.

"Best hour and a half I ever spent." He rubbed his sore, wet eyes, rolled onto his butt and sighed. He was too numb to think and worry. Might as well get it over with.

He turned on his PC, scratching his itchy forehead while the ancient brick loaded. It took long enough for his senses to return and for his heart beats to pick up. Daniel opened the inbox before the butterflies welled in his stomach.

"That warmed me to the point where I had to pace around to cool off." Daniel stopped to chuckle, smile, and yelp in surprise at the bear's casualness towards his blatant awkwardness. "Thanks to you, I even stretched my legs after sitting one hour in my chair. You're so considerate, dear fox, to the point where I feel jealous. I thought it's the big guys who look after the small ones."

Daniel blinked, went through the message, then blinked again. He didn't read wrong. Vincent actually wrote that! He jumped from his chair at that, jumping and fist pumping and yipping like a crazed teenager.

"Shut your cunt muzzle!" Rocky's yell burst through the wall. Daniel frowned, whimpered, and shrugged.

"Whatever you say, crack head," he said under his breath. The grey fox from yesterday would have whimpered in terror. Not him. Not after Vincent made his interest in their friendship clear.

Once he sat back at his PC, the reply poured like oil onto the virtual paper. By the end, Daniel's cheeks seethed and he squirmed in his chair. Better to end it here before it got out of hand again.

"So, what other interests do you have outside of Murr Station?" Daniel asked among other things. With the message sent, the grey fox returned to his bed, his lips almost numb from his broad smile.

He dreamt of his high school, of Vincent knocking into him and apologizing, much to the dismay of his peers. Lao the Jaguar was among them, a feral sneer etched across his face. Vincent turned to him, swiped a massive paw at the slender feline. Lao flew across the corridor, crashed against the lockers, and trudged across the floor before they crashed on top of him.

Daniel jerked to awareness. Lao's scream, raw and sharp, still rang in his ears. "Bloody retarded dream," he said. Lao was a jerk, but even he deserved better. And Vincent's snarl... The grey fox cringed as it flashed through his mind.

At least he was on my side, he thought, then shrugged. Dreams made little sense, yet they provided ample inspiration for certain stories. This one, coupled with some erotic macho intercourse, had the potential to be a winner.

Daniel blushed at that on his way to the PC. He winced at his bursting bladder, but thumped his foot to alleviate that. Vincent first, peeing after.

"I'm not a very interesting guy, but if you insist, I'm going to have to ask for your skype ID," Daniel read in a single breath. Skype ID? Already?! He almost peed in his pants, were it not for his thighs squeezing his morning wood.

"I'll have to get one." He replied, then shot straight to the bathroom to relieve himself.

Or not. His head throbbed more than his bladder ever did at the blatant lie he told Vincent.

"Well, not technically a lie," he said to himself. "I can still create a new account instead of using my existing one."

It fell short of expectations and ended up making him clumsy throughout the day due to nerves. He had left the scrambled eggs too long inside the pan while pondering over a reply. Then, he forgot his keys when he went to get groceries and had to bother Rocky--Rocky!

His limbs still shivered as he typed his reply to Vincent, hours after the encounter with the terrifying crack head. "I haf--have a skype. Name's Cuddlyfox934." He smiled wryly at the silliness of the name, and pressed send, too numb to care after how Rocky lashed out at him.

"Just a couple of days left, you silly punk," he whispered under his breath. "We'll see who laughs last when Vincent--"

A chuckle escaped him. Then another, and another, until his squeaking laughter filled the room. It broke down into whimpers when his stomach seethed, and Daniel wiped away the tears slithering down his cheeks. Wishful thinking. It was a geek's only weapon.

The next day, he lied to Vincent again under the pressure of his sweltering blush. His headphones worked fine, as did his microphone, yet his avatar had a real life picture of him and he looked...he looked...alarmingly handsome, with that perfectly curved jaw, cute muzzle, dimpled cheeks, glossy mane. Daniel's gaze hovered it again, smiling at the silly cap Vincent wore.

"Yea," Daniel typed. "I'm going to get some breakfast, though the honey I use doesn't sweeten my day as..." his words trailed off. As you do, he thought as he typed the last part. He swallowed the lump in his throat and licked his muzzle. Gods! When did it get so hot?

Daniel paced around while waiting for Vincent's reply, clasping and unclasping his paws. Where did all these lines come from? Not even his story characters had such sweet, alluring lines. He scrolled up to check, then rechecked to make sure.

Cuddlyfox934. That was him writing all these provocative lines.

Daniel whimpered and cocked his head. His heart fluttered, his stomach churned, and he trembled like a leaf while waiting for Vincent's reply. Never did he feel so good and so bad at the same time.

Daniel's heart skipped a heart beat when Vincent's reply came. "Then I'll bring you some proper natural honey, without all those additives and crap they put into it. I'll also cook you some breakfast while I'm at it. If my honey basted ribs don't make you drool like a mutt, then I'll give you the cap I wear in my avatar. And I do love that cap!"

Daniel's balance wavered. His legs buckled, and he crumbled in his chair, panting. Breakfast? That meant Vincent coming over! Him, actually entering Daniel's shitty apartment, to gawk and frown at all the mess!

A new message alert forced his attention back to the chat. "I wish you had a mike though. There are so many things I want to show you, things you will certainly enjoy."

"I may have one that works. Just gimme a moment." Daniel pressed enter faster than he had time to reconsider. Was that what he wanted? To slur like a bumbling drunkard before one of the friends he admired most?

Not at all. "Darn, it doesn't work. Will have to buy one tomorrow. Got to go now though. Take care, lovely bear."

Daniel didn't wait for Vincent's reply; he already crashed into his bed and curled, his tail slack and ears splayed across his skull. Promises; always his downfall.

That night, Daniel didn't even know if he had slept. Everything was a haze in the morning, thick and heavy to his half lidded eyes. He blinked back his drowsiness and glanced at his PC.

Good. The mouse stood askew, same for the keyboard. He did not actually spend the night talking nonsense to Vincent until he removed him from skype, like in his dream. The memory of it still sent a chill through his spine.

Once he got his confirmation that it was just a dream, Daniel burrowed his head under the pillow and curled his tail around a thigh.

The door bell rang. Daniel glided from his bed towards the door and opened it without even asking who it was. Somehow, he already knew.

Vincent drew back, his brown eyes big over his lips stretched into the biggest, warmest smile Daniel had ever seen. He took a step forward, only to melt in Vincent's tight embrace a moment after.

"Brought you ribs and honey, among other things."

Daniel licked his muzzle at that, but didn't break the hug. He liked how it felt, taut and broad and hot around him. His knees buckled and he let go of himself. For the first time, somebody held him from collapsing.

Light burst through Daniel's half opened eyelids. He twisted his head away from the glare and buried it into his pillow, his eyes shut tight. No amount of shifting and reminiscing brought Vincent back to him. It was only a fading dream, nothing more.

Unless Vincent was still planning on delivering breakfast. Daniel yipped at that, swung onto his rump, and took a deep breath. His ribs almost tingled from the bear's strong grip, and a shudder ran through him. It stirred Daniel's numb senses to the point where his room seemed infinitely more irritating, with the way his clothes piled high onto a chair stuffed to the brim.

He had to wash them. Clean the desk, sort out his magazines, throw the old NES console, put the TV back into the living room. Just in case, for when Vincent visited for real.

Daniel poured himself some milk and cereal. He scooped spoonfuls of flakes, barely chewed them, and swallowed. His foot thumped and he glanced at the clock every ten seconds. Ten and a half. Vincent was most likely online by now.

He drank the rest of the milk and left the rest inside the bowl in his rush to the PC.

"Come on come on come on." He wrapped his arms around his torso, but his own hug lacked Vincent's vigor and warmth. A yelp escaped him when the skype icon flashed with the bright orange of offline messages.

"Forgot to mention since you left so fast, but I have a spare mike that works. I can pass by and give it to you, or just mail it. Make your choice, bushy tail."

Daniel reddened instantly. "Are you actually coming here?"

Vincent began typing right away. He posted a smiley icon, and then he said, "Only if you want to."

"It's messy in here, have to clean up and stuff," Daniel typed as he held his breath. "Would prefer if you visit at a later time, after my birthday." His stomach turned, and he exhaled his pent-up breath at that. Lies, lies, and more lies meant to cover his insecurity.

Daniel gritted his teeth and began typing with his eyes closed. "Bought a mike though."

Ping after ping after ping came. Daniel squinted at his screen, almost afraid to read what Vincent said.

"Wonderful! It's a shame I can't come over. Would have left you something nice for the birthday. When is it anyway?"

Daniel's padded fingers hovered over the keyboard. When the heck was it? His mind went blank, and he had to click his skype profile for that. "Tomorrow," he said and typed.

Wait. Tomorrow?!

The only thing that kept him glued to his chair was Vincent typing. "Oh! And what do you wish for your birthday?"

It went without saying. "To not spend the day with a one dollar muffin as my sole companion." He added a smiley to make it seem less miserable.

Vincent smiled in return. "Muffins make for lousy companions. Plug your mike though. I'm no good with typing when it comes to congratulating friends on their birthday."

Whatever that meant. Daniel's paws turned slick in an instant as he plugged in the microphone's jack. He did a test call, and his breath caught in his throat when his thin, shaky voice came back. Was that slurring string of words even a sentence?

"Crap. What am I doing?" he whispered under his breath. He thumped both of his feet, his slick pads squelching at the contact with the bare wood. The first person he had ever talked with on skype had to be Vincent! The same Vincent he admired during the day, dreamed of at night, masturbated to in the shower. He buried his face in his paws at the last thought.

His drawn-out whimper was cut off by the ping on skype.

"Still there bud?"

Daniel gulped. "Yes, just a moment."

He took a deep breath, checked his web cam to make sure it was both offline and unplugged, and pressed the call button with a trembling finger.

"Ahoy buddy!"

Daniel jumped in his chair. What a deep voice! He only saw a flash of the bear's smile before he minimized his webcam screen and dragged it to the side of his desktop.

But the harm had already been done. His body shivered like a leaf, his teeth rattled, and his throat turned dry all of a sudden.

Vincent began singing.

Daniel muted his mike and squeaked and squealed over Vincent's rich bass voice, then gasped and giggled when Vincent added his own touch to the Happy birthday song. In his jittery state, it passed through Daniel like water through canvas.

By the time it ended with explosive cheers, Daniel seethed. Everything burned, except for his chest. That one felt tight, so tight he panted.

"Ah, you cuddly, fluffy fox. How'd you like my new and improved version of an old song?"

"It was--it was great," Daniel said. He licked his muzzle when he noticed his mike was muted and hovered his trembling cursor over it. "It was--it was great." Second time, and he still stuttered like a broken tape recorder!

"Glad you liked it!" Vincent said with a higher pitch. "It was because of that last part, wasn't it?"

Daniel nodded while trying to remember it. "Yea I really liked it."

"It certainly took your breath away!" Vincent observed.

Daniel feigned a smile. He shivered too hard to form a proper one. "Can you tell?"

"Can certainly hear. That's the highest form of flattery I ever received, to have my audience so astounded they're panting like dogs. Or foxes in your case." Vincent laughed, a hoarse sound that resembled boulders grinding against one another. Daniel yelped, and that only added to the bear's mirth.

"That's one freaking cute sound!"

Another yelp left Daniel's tight throat at the sheer intensity of the shout. He turned down the volume just as Vincent pounded his desk with one paw. "Stop it. Can't you hear--that I'm hurting with this abs workout--you are giving me?" He said between fits of laughter.

"I'm sorry. I'll stop." Daniel drew closer to his screen and straightened his stiff, sore back. His muscles burned from all that shivering and his sweat drenched paws slipped against the floor.

"Nah it's good. I didn't mean that. Wasn't serious." His chair creaked, and Daniel assumed he stretched and sprawled within it. "Ah, foxye, I'm so delighted you agreed to chat. I wish your webcam was activated though. Kept trying to picture you smiling, but I never get it quite right."

"It's broken, need to get a new one."

"Darn. Oh well..." he trailed off.

Daniel's ears perked up at that. "Why do you want to see me anyway? It's not like it matters," he said, his frail tone laced with a tinge of spite.

"Just a curiosity." Vincent's voice softened as well. "I've been working on this drawing, you see, and it kind of has you in it...?

Daniel swallowed hard. "A drawing? For what?"

"I'm a digital artist, but I'm sorry if I freaked you out. I get ahead of myself sometimes. Heh."

Daniel didn't realize he whimpered at that until Vincent's chuckle alerted him. "It's ok--it's ok! I'd like to see it though."

Vincent groaned at that. "It's not finished. It lacks the final touch, which is a genuine smile from you."

"I'll see what I can do." Gods above, why was he so stiff and formal? This was Vincent he spoke to! His only best friend. "I don't smile a lot," he added. "Seldom find a reason to."

"Ah!" Vincent clasped his paws together. "I'll give you plenty of reasons. Just bear with me!"

Daniel laughed in his squeaky way at the pun, and urged Vincent to join in his mirth as well. "What? Why are you laughing? In fact, I don't care. Whew!" He took a deep breath then exhaled. "I'm sorry if I sound high or something. Every sound you make has that effect on me. Freaking adorable!"

Daniel turned beet red, and for a moment, his cursor hovered over to Vincent's webcam window. "Thanks. I'm trying."

"You succeed!"

"I uh..." he trailed off at the praise as a smile spread across his lips. "Glad to hear that."

"Glad I made you glad, dear fox. Would you like to see some art I worked on?"

The blush returned with renewed vigor, and Vincent took his silence for a reply.

"Oh, sorry. Too much about me. Spotlight's on you now, fluffy. Got any hobbies?"

"Writer," he swallowed to wet his dry throat, "I'm a writer. Or trying to be. I don't know."

Vincent whistled at that, and Daniel flinched. How could somebody with such a deep voice produce such high pitched sound? "Out of inspiration for the time being?"

Daniel nodded. "Kind of." He yipped when the picture of Vincent rubbing his feet flashed through is mind, much to the bear's mirth. He already grumbled in his throaty way. "I'm trying to put my thoughts in order, but nothing really happens. It's like..."

"You need a vacation in a place far, far away from the turmoil of the city," Vincent added.

"Yeah!" Daniel wagged his tail with excitement at the thought of leaving his shitty room behind. Of leaving every bad memory behind. "But that's what writers do. Enjoy everything they never will experience otherwise through their stories."

"Aw, that's too deep for me. I prefer whatever I can touch, feel, or hug."

Daniel chuckled at the irony. "Bear hugs are renowned for certain reasons."

"That's what I'd like you to experience, Daniel. That both of us should experience, as super good friends and all..."

Fainter and fainter words, followed by awkward silence. Daniel shifted in his chair, then brought up one of his paws and started rubbing a toe. His heart fluttered, his stomach lurched, and his eyes widened when he replayed what Vincent said in his mind. Us? Did he say us?

"Anyway, would you like to take a look at some of my art? Maybe it strikes a chord and helps you kick start your writing."

"Sure," Daniel said, even though his mind reeled with the different meanings of what Vincent said and implied. What did he mean by 'us'? Did he friend zone him? If that was true, then he wouldn't have trailed off at the end. Right?

Vincent's art took his mind off it. Those drawings...they were beautiful! More beautiful than Daniel ever imagined. His jaw hung and his tail and ears stiffened as he leaned in his chair to peer at the exquisite art. Feral creatures of all sort, detailed and well proportioned on a vivid, colorful background.

As soon as the skype conversation ended, Daniel's stomach sank. He had only seen Vincent for a brief moment before his cowardice forced him to drag him to the side of his screen. A brief moment that might very well had been his only opportunity to gauge the bear.

"Don't think of it," Daniel whispered under his breath. "He wouldn't have spoken to you, complimented you and all if he disliked you." Yet, how could he not think Vincent left in a rush because he got tired of speaking to an antisocial freak? Even now, Daniel couldn't remember a quarter of his replies. Surely something put Vincent off. That always happened.

Vincent didn't show up on skype later in the day. He didn't even leave an offline happy birthday message for Daniel. When he woke up on his grand, forever alone muffin day, the skype screen looked depressingly empty.

"He sang for me," he said on the way to the kitchen. "That's enough."

While he sat in front of his plate with scrambled eggs, cheese and bacon, Daniel realized he wasn't hungry. He slipped into one of the savvier T shirts he had, strapped on a pair of jeans, and went out for a jog to clear his mind. It only amplified his morose state when, on the way back, someone bumped into him and shoved him straight into a pole.

Daniel kept his shoulders slouched, his back crooked, and his head low on the way back to his duplex. He only looked up while crossing the street.

And that's when he noticed it. A new car parked to the side of the duplex, ruby red smeared with ivory stripes on the side. Just like Vincent's cap!

His heart skipped a beat when his gaze fell on the bear sprawled across the bench on Rocky's side of the duplex. Vincent! That was freaking him! Daniel's legs turned to mush. He half shuffled, half walked before breaking into a stride to his door. A yelp escaped him when Vincent filled the edge of his vision, and he swung his head to the opposite side.

"Daniel?"

He picked up the pace and pretended he didn't hear that.

"Daniel, wait up."

Only a couple more steps and...and...

And what? Shut the door in front of Vincent? He growled at that, harsh enough to draw a chuckle from Vincent, whose bare paws stood a few feet away from him.

Daniel looked up--

And yipped when the bear filled his vision. His burly arms wrapped around his torso, tighter than in his dream.

"Ah, man. I don't do paw shakes. Hope it's ok with you."

Daniel nodded, and he received a pat on the back for that. "Awesome. Can you help me a tad?"

He followed Vincent to his car, almost gliding on his too weak and shivering legs.

"Hold this," he gave him a big ass cake. "And this, and this, and this." Candles, fireworks, and a webcam?" Why in the world did he--

"I got the rest. Slowly now. It's just one of your many workouts. Can you still open the door?"

"Yes", Daniel said.

When they got in front of the door, he had to pass the cake to Vincent, and then open it. The stale reek of unsorted junk wafted through. Daniel bowed his head and whimpered in shame while Vincent strode right through, whistling the happy birthday song. He placed the cake and the rest on the nearest table, and Daniel followed his example.

"I apologize profoundly for the mess," Daniel said. He hurled the door shut.

Vincent scoffed. "Should've seen my house before I got to sorting it out. At least you'll have four arms to wade through all this when we get back." He turned around and placed an oversized paw on Daniel's shoulder. The grey fox yipped as he bent under its weight. "Oh sorry. For this, and for not showing up on skype. My internet died and I only have a semi stupid phone. It's not a smart phone, but it has touch screen and other accessories." He tilted his head to the side and smiled. "I'm rambling, aren't I?"

Daniel nodded, too shaken to form words. Vincent stood inches away from him. Not only that, but he looked better, smelled better, and had a broader and warmer smile than Daniel ever pictured in his mind's eye. He turned beet red in an instant as his heart fluttered in his chest.

"Here, you got something on your..." Vincent trailed off as his paw reached towards Daniel's forehead.

The grey fox whimpered and swung to the side, away from the prying fingers. Somehow, he ended up on the other end of the room.

Vincent chuckled. "Just couldn't let me do my trick, eh?" His paw spread to reveal a brass key. "Here. Take it and don't lose it." As soon as Daniel picked it, Vincent caught his arm and dragged him into another hug. "Happy birthday, my dear fox."

Daniel squeezed his eyes shut when the bear's oversized paw fell upon his head and began ruffling his fur. He took a deep breath, savoring the rich scent of clean fur sprinkled with fancy cologne.

For the first time in his life, Daniel let go of himself and leaned into the hug. Vincent growled, a sound as soft as his touch. His fingers trailed along Daniel's ears, slithering around them and rubbing the sensitive tips. A yelp escaped him, and Vincent grumbled in his throaty way before he let go.

Everything turned cold again, like a night without the sun to break it.

"I needed a good hug, bud. By the looks of it, you needed one too."

Daniel nodded.

"So uh..." Vincent paused. His eyes darted around the crammed living room, much to Daniel's chagrin. He blew it. He totally blew it this time.

"Heh." Vincent shook his head and clasped his paws together. Was that a red tint within his cheeks? Daniel squinted, but gulped hard when the bear's eyes fixated on him. "This suddenly seems creepy, and I don't wanna disturb you. Aaaagh." He began rubbing his paws together and thumped his foot on the spot.

A shudder surged through Daniel. It straightened his posture, stiffened his limbs, and unraveled his limp tongue. "It can't be worse than this. I mean, look at it. Looks like a homeless barged inside the dwelling of another homeless," he said in one breath.

"I'll have to ask you to come with me," Vincent said.

Daniel froze. "What?"

"This totally sounds contrived and all, but I don't wanna spoil it. Just say yes, please."

Daniel took a step back, his ears splayed against his skull. Numerous scenarios flashed through his mind, each more ridiculous than the other. One even involved rape in a dark forest. "Why?"

"It's a surprise. Has to do with the key I gave you." His gaze sank when Daniel's eyes met him.

"Fine," Daniel said before the worries crept in.

The smile returned to Vincent's muzzle, as well as his stoic poise. Bullies didn't fret like Vincent just did, nor released pent-up sighs they held in all along.

"Sorry about this. I get emotional at times and my brain just," he moved his hands in erratic patterns before settling them onto his hips, "Let's just go. The sooner the better. We can eat the cake at the cabin."

Daniel perked up. "What cabin?"

Vincent yelped--a thin, piercing sound that sent a shiver through Daniel. "I blew it. I knew I would. Fuck my arse." His eyes grew big and hopeful. "This means you're no longer freaked out and will come with me at this very moment, yes?"

"There's packing I have to do, stuff to grab."

"Nah, got everything settled."

Suspicious much? Daniel clenched his jaws as doubts once again surfaced. It sounded too good to be true, even for Vincent. One did not devise perfect opportunities such as these for a lowly geek, and not on his birthday.

A geek. That's what he was. Unloved and unwanted.

Until Vincent showed up.

"Sure, just..." he said as he looked around. Everywhere, junk. Nothing to lose, nothing to give. "Sure!"

Vincent beamed and took a step towards Daniel, who stiffened up in anticipation of a second hug. It didn't come. Vincent spun on his feet and opened the door for Daniel. "Don't forget to lock it."

He did. Daniel licked his muzzle as he rotated the key in its socket, then hurried to catch up to Vincent. One stride of his equaled three of the grey fox's steps. And he, too, wore no shoes! Spit stuck in Daniel's throat at the sight of the wan pads. How soft were they? How ticklish? How sensitive? How--

"....want this?"

Daniel tilted his head. "Hmm?"

"You sure you want this?"

"I don't even--don't even know what it is," Daniel said. He still glanced back and forth between Vincent and his bare feet until the bear opened the back door of his car.

"A journey to help find your inspiration. This cabin worked for me, and I expect the same to happen to you." He pointed at the backseat. "I reckon you don't sit in the front row."

Daniel nodded his head.

"It's ok. Get in and be surprised. Or at least feign it. Can't say I didn't try." Laughter burst from the bear's throat before he disappeared inside the vehicle. Daniel took his cue, and almost sat on top of a kindle if Vincent didn't whistle a warning. "Careful."

"Mhm," Daniel said. He pushed the stuff away--the kindle, the PSP, a paperback version of...

His eyes widened. "It's...it's..."

"For the road." The car's engine revved to life. Vincent twisted his head and flashed his charming smile. "Make yourself comfortable in there."

The car moved and lurched to an abrupt stop. They gasped in unison.

"My fault, heh. Noticed you don't wear shoes either. That's uh....cool..." Vincent's voice turned thinner and thinner, until it dispersed into nothingness. He pressed the acceleration softer this time, and managed to get them out of the parking lot and moving.

"I'm not one for shoes. We got paw pads for a reason, eh?"

"Right," Daniel said. His cheeks seethed in an instant, and he bit his tongue by accident when the paw massage thought flashed through his mind again.

Don't think of it, don't think of it.

His erection did. He stiffened in mere seconds, until his pants bulged and his jaws clenched at the pressure building within the confining denim.

"Turn left at the next junction," the GPS tablet said with a female voice.

"I'm gay and they gave me a female car. That's what they called it. I wanted to strangle that raccoon the next moment he smiled in that stupid way of his."

"Did you?" Daniel asked as he shifted on his bench. Half of it was littered with everything he had told Vincent he liked: comic strips, a kindle full of Murr Station stories, even a freaking encyclopedia on foxes! His foxhood pulsated as his gaze hovered over to the kindle, and Daniel licked him muzzle due to apprehension. What if Vincent noticed it?

"Nah, I'm a stereotypical bear. Nice, laid back, prefers hugs--" his voice cut off as the car swerved left. Daniel lurched with the momentum, and a yelp escaped him as his thighs clamped around his thick shaft.

"Sorry. Browse your goodies till I get to the highway. Gotta pay attention to this bitch." He tapped the screen to select his destination.

Saved by the circumstances. Daniel let out a drawn-out breath, stiffened his back and waited for his erection to subside.

Easier said than done. Each glance at a mirror revealed Vincent's tense posture, elongated muzzle, and hard, narrow eyes. For a digital artist, his constitution mirrored the one Daniel envisioned. Thick arms, muscular chest with curves and shapes poking through his T-shirt, and baggy trousers. Was that a wrinkle between his legs or...

Daniel averted his gaze the moment's Vincent eyes moved in the rear-view mirror, his paw tight around the kindle. He dropped it as soon as he realized what he was holding, picked up a comic and leafed through it. Starfox in more than indecent poses. He grabbed the PSP instead, only to gasp when that freaking undressing game he had laughed at with Vincent popped up.

The tablet had most of Vincent's work, yet every character had a prominent crotch. It only served to make the tightness within Daniel's loins worse, until he drew back with a start at the next drawing. The tablet rocked in his trembling paws and it almost slipped through his fingers.

"What happened?"

"That game," Daniel said through a huff. "It's on your PSP."

"Coolest game ever!" Vincent made a strange gesture with his hand, at which Daniel nodded. He took a deep breath, then looked back over the tablet.

It was a grey fox--him! In a bathing suit. Smiling at the taunts of the bear inside the pool--Vincent, he figured--and a red dragon lounging in the background, an eye cracked open. Out of all the details within the drawing, Daniel's eyes found his swollen crotch. He wasn't that big, with balls the size of apples and a banana-sized sheath!

He let go of the tablet, blinked several times and wet his cold muzzle with a terse lick.

"Just a little while. Almost out of the suburbs," Vincent said.

A few minutes into the ride, and Daniel already sported a tight, painful erection and seethed within his clothes. He grabbed a water bottle, took a few hearty gulps, then leaned back onto the backrest of the bench to prop one foot atop his knee. He reached towards his pads, clutched them tight within his palm, and yelped as his cock tensed.

"Hmm?"

He let go of his foot in an instant, leaned his chin into his palm and looked out the window.

"What were you up to, dear fox?"

"Enjoying the um, view."

"Cunning as a fox, yet sweaty as a badger." A smile stretched across Vincent's face. "It was the goodies, eh? Don't be embarrassed. We all fapped to at least one of 'em."

Daniel shrugged. He didn't. Or well--not like that. Not in that sense!

Vincent chuckled. "You're gonna draw blood if you press your claws harder against your sweet cheek."

He didn't even notice pain over his still throbbing erection. "I'll just--start reading and um, talk when you reach the highway?"

"Sure thing."

Vincent's eyes returned to the stirring wheel, oblivious to Daniel's slumped posture as he rubbed his foot. He had to do it. Had to busy his hands with something whenever he got nervous. Only, this time, his swollen groin made it infinitely worse. Daniel unzipped his jeans halfway, if only to relieve some of the pressure. The tingles of a premature climax slithered across his spine, warm and enticing. Daniel had to scrunch his eyes shut and take deep, steady breaths to contain it. This was getting too ridiculous, too fast.

Things got even worse when they reached the highway. With nothing but straight road ahead, Vincent turned, grinned, gestured with his paws in erratic patterns and spoke more than he ever did on Skype.

And, of course, every topic contained at least a lewd word or reference. If Daniel sweltered before, now he practically melted like butter. Sprawled across the backseat bench, with his tail tucked to the side and ears held low, all he did was nod and confirm whatever Vincent said, too numb to everything else apart from his erection. When Vincent stopped at a gas station, Daniel crooked his back and shuffled towards the bathroom, too stiff to care about the awkward glances.

Once inside, he slowly worked out of his jeans, until his thin, ruddy baton burst from its confines. Pre, slick and glistening, soaked his underwear, and more dribbled down from the swollen, tapered tip. At least his bulged knot didn't leave the sheath.

He wrapped his paw around his length, then gritted his teeth as he pulsated within his palm. His hips bucked, and he thrust through his slick pads once before his tail and ears stood on end. His balls squirmed, his cock throbbed, harder and harder, and his breath caught in his throat as an onrush of bliss rippled across his frame.

"Ghmmm," the fox whimpered. He squeezed his member as tight as he could, slid his wrist across his length to uncover the tip, pointed it downward toward the WC, and stifled a yowl as he came. Thick, ivory strings splattered against the porcelain and dribbled into the water with a steady drip, drip, drip. Once his member stopped convulsing, he wiped the tip with a bit of paper, flushed, and double checked to make sure everything was clean in case Vincent needed to pee.

"Whoa!" Daniel stumbled and almost fell head first into Vincent if his paw didn't grip Daniel's shoulder.

"My bad," the bear said. "Got a little impatient and stood too close."

"Mhm," Daniel grumbled. "I'll...wait for you in the car eh?"

"Sure." His gaze lingered for a moment before he opened the door to the bathroom, and Daniel's heart skipped a beat when it clacked shut.

He knew. That look in his eyes...he'd find out, brand him as a sick pervert, and leave him on the road. Perhaps at this very gas station.

Daniel kept his hands more busy than his mind. He grabbed a chocolate bar, a bag of chips, some wafers, a croissant, and a bag of still hot chicken drumsticks.

"I got these," he said to the cashier, a scarce clad lioness. She winked at him, and Daniel gulped hard in return.

"Fifteen seventy five," she said while tilting this way and that. Daniel gave her a curt smile and fumbled inside his pockets. Nothing. He frowned, then checked his back pockets. Still nothing.

"Uhh..."

"Cat ate your tongue?"

Daniel whimpered over her purr. His heart thundered in his chest as he double checked his pockets for money, but there was nothing. Nothing!

"Aw, pup, if mewls paid for food, I wouldn't be here, waiting for you to turn your pockets inside out."

"Here." A massive bear paw slammed a twenty dollars bill on the counter. "Keep the change."

Daniel looked from Vincent, to the lioness who licked her muzzle at the sight of him, then back at Vincent. He practically swiped the bag from her grip and turned his back towards her hiss.

"What did you get us?"

"Uh, a bunch of--"

"Oh, there's chicken!" he passed the bag to Daniel. "Wait in the car. I just gotta pay for gas and grab some more food. Last stop till our destination!"

Daniel watched his confident stride, the way he swung his head from side to side as he whistled a tune, and lastly his paws. The pitter patter of clawed feet against marble tiles sent a jolt through his flaccid member. It stirred. Again!

The grey fox stormed out of the gas station and jogged the short distance to their car. He slammed the door shut and cupped his face in his soft, padded palms. Vincent didn't question his urgency for visiting the bathroom, and offered to pay for...well, everything. A pang of guilt stiffened Daniel's tail and ears, but it was short lived compared to the butterflies doing battle within his churning stomach.

It didn't get any better when they hit the road. Night fell, and with it, awkward silence after they shared some junk food. Daniel blamed it on the toll the driving took on the bear at the wheel. He grabbed the kindle, and leafed through the stories. His mind wondered off every second, but at least he didn't have to see Vincent's eyes bearing down on him from the rear-view mirror.

It must've been late, about eleven PM. Daniel began his yawning spree, whimpering and whining at every single one, much to Vincent's joy. Daniel told him the truth. He couldn't help it, just as he couldn't help blushing every time he smiled.

"You'll have to get used to it, dear fox," Vincent said. "You'll be seeing that a lot, and I don't want you to perish because of a heat stroke."

Daniel cackled, and the car lurched as Vincent's laughter got the best of him. "Not unless your laughter kills us first."

"Aw man. Wit. You beat me. Every single time."

It wasn't true. Out of pity, he let Vincent off a couple of times. Rather than voicing that out loud, he flicked his tongue across his muzzle.

"Ow, here we are."

The road slanted and curved ahead. Daniel slammed his back against the cushion, his breath hard and fast. They were here? So fast? The car's harsh lights revealed nothing but trees, more trees, and a private property sign.

His jaw hung at that. All this...his?

"I wish. It's rented, but for a penny" Vincent said. "The owner commissioned some of my art, liked it, and liked me even more. And, because we grew close, he made me fantastic deals."

Daniel's ears twitched as he looked away. So it wasn't only him and Vincent, alone in a cabin...His stomach sank at that, but Vincent's snap of his fingers made him jump in his seat.

The bear chuckled at that. "Sorry, my bad. Long claws, see?" He flexed his fingers for emphasis. "You'll like him. He's a nature freak and a dreamer like us, and spends more money than I earn in a month on commissions. It was his idea, actually. This trip," he added when Daniel splayed his ears in confusion. "Told him I met this amazing writer, and he wanted to meet you in person."

Blood drained from Daniel's face. Amazing writ--WHAT?! He shuddered, and a yelp escaped him when Vincent settled a paw onto his frail shoulder.

"No worries. It will go fine. Like me, he has a thing for foxes."

Like that helped. For the rest of the way, Daniel did nothing but twiddle his thumbs, curl his toes around the rubber carpet, and rub his pads against it. He didn't even get used to Vincent. Now there was a third guy involved? And Vincent said they were close! How close?

He didn't even notice the car stopped over the constant thud in his chest. The clack of Vincent removing his seat belt snapped Daniel to awareness. When he took his first step out, into the yard, he stumbled and almost fell due to nerves.

"Hey, hey." Vincent's bulk embraced him. "I got you, my fox. Numb eh? Let's rub some sense into this gorgeous ashen fur."

Daniel winced, yelped, whined as the bear's paws caressed his ears between two fingers, then stroked his nape, arms, back, all the way down to his bottom. The grey fox stiffened, and his tail stood erect when the bear's paws cupped his butt and groped lightly.

"There. I know how bad a raw ass is." He chuckled, and slithered down Daniel's thighs.

"Is it he?" A rich, baritone voice came from the side.

For a moment, the world whirled, and stars speckled Daniel's vision. His knees buckled, and a distressed yowl burst from his throat before he could stop it. He squirmed in Vincent's grasp, trying to break free, but the bear had none of it.

The blazing shaft of a flashlight forced Daniel's eyes shut.

"Ah, yes. Rub him good. Poor thing's probably numb from the ride."

"Less criticizing, faster pace," Vincent said.

Daniel tried to say something, to push the bulk of the bear away, to do anything to get out of this more than ridiculous situation. Only a soft whimper came out of his parched throat.

"There, done." Vincent drew back and shielded his eyes from the glare of the flashlight. "Better now?"

Daniel merely nodded. His frame shook and his teeth still rattled from the ordeal. To make it worse, the guy who appeared at his side was a freaking red dragon!

"Nate," he said, extending a paw. His grip was firm and surprisingly warm. "Rhymes with mate."

"I'm uh, I'm..." Daniel's temples throbbed so hard he thought his head would burst at any given moment.

"Daniel," Vincent said in his stead. "He's a bit shy, but we're working on that."

"There is nothing to work on." Nate's lips twitched and spread into a wide smile. His broad wings twitched in their joints as his vermilion eyes traced Daniel's stiff, hunchbacked, shivering posture. "He'll evolve in his own way, at his own pace."

"He's evolving right now, by not calling you out for the creepy freak you are."

"Friendly and hospitable, Vincent. Nothing creepy in this. Right?"

Daniel attempted a smile, but it came more as a faint snarl. The dragon's nostrils twitched and flared, and his hand--almost as big as Vincent's--fell upon his shoulder. From there on, it slithered across his arm, groping and massaging with practiced dexterity.

"Call me mate if it's easier to you. Makes no difference to me. Now come." He wrapped a burly arm around Daniel's neck and draped a wing over his back. The thin membrane pulsated and throbbed, like a living cloak. "Got stew waiting on the fire. I'll show you everything there is to see tomorrow, and Vincent will instruct you in the morning. Separate rooms?"

"Yes. No," Daniel and Vincent said at the same time. The grey fox froze in his tracks, but the dragon gently pushed him forward with his wing.

"He has the word in this matter."

"Bought him lunch. Fed the mouth that produced the words."

"Don't mind him," Nate's voice dropped to a whisper. "He's a free, bold spirit that one."

Daniel licked his muzzle with a quick stroke. "I don't."

"Aha, I knew that. But did you?"

Daniel's ears stood erect at that. The dragon's eyes darted towards them, and his fingers followed a moment after with soft, tantalizing caresses.

"You're little, but stronger than most of us inside. Vincent hides his weaknesses and pretends he is strong at times, but you're true to yourself. That's why, when you bloom, everybody will look up to you. Eh?"

Daniel's curt nod earned him more strokes between his ears, across his back, and a steady arm massage. He flicked his wrist away when the dragon's scaly fingers hovered towards his paw.

"You shouldn't--"

He gripped it nonetheless and squeezed, tight enough for a slick squelch to come out.

"I'm sorry. I get nervous at times and that's one of the many things that happen."

Nate's frills and crest broadened for a moment. "It's just sweat, Daniel. Water. Nothing more."

"Uhm, yea."

The dragon's wing wrapped tighter around him and dragged him close enough for Daniel to yip at the onrush of mild scents. Cologne mostly, along with a subtle trace of raw, slightly sweet tang. Nate favored him a glance and a smile before his hand pointed forward.

"What do you think?"

Three stories? And with a slanted roof rather than an angular one? The whole thing looked more like wooden villa rather than a cabin, while keeping the rustic appearance through the ornate railing of the balconies. At a second glance, Daniel noted the first story was built from river stones. It certainly looked like it, under the light spilling from two broad windows onto a wide, broad porch.

"It's um...it's a dream. Like a dream," Daniel corrected himself, but Nate simply chuckled and ruffled his fur.

"It'll still be here when you wake up though."

Vincent was already inside, sprawled into one of those wobbly armchairs.

"You really are a stereotype," Nate said with a sigh. He gave Daniel one more pat on the shoulder before he disappeared behind a corner.

This place was huge! Daniel counted at least three different rooms, a mahogany stairway on the left, and a broad living room sprawling before him, equipped with...well, everything. From handcrafter chairs next to a lacquered hardwood table in the middle, pelts to cover the cold, dark grey walls and crossbows and other hunting weapons mounted on racks, this place had it all. There was even a rifle cabinet!

"You can stand in the entrance, or take a seat beside me," Vincent said.

"Oh." The grey fox shuffled towards an armchair and dropped into it like a sack of boulders. He let out a drawn-out sigh, blinking heavy eyelids. The suave scents, the rustic looks, the very people--it was too much!

Vincent tilted in his armchair. "Do you really want separate rooms?"

Daniel nodded.

"Darn. Was hoping we could play some board games before hitting the bed." He winked at that. Daniel gulped hard at the implications of being in the same room with Vincent, but his heart fluttered nonetheless.

"We can--we can come up with something. Just need some rest."

"On an empty stomach?" Nate's head poked from around a corner, two bowls in his hands. Daniel's mouth watered in an instant at the rich, savory smell of well cooked stew. As soon as it rested into his paws, he tucked into it, one spoonful after the other. Spicy, with tender meat and just the right combination of veggies!

"Voracious, these little ones, aren't they?"

Vincent grumbled, his cheeks puffed up with stew. "He's gotten too used to crap food, my dear fox."

"We don't serve that over here," Nate said.

"Nor will he return to his bad habits. I'll see to it."

"That you will. Oh well," Nate said, shuffling his hands. "I'll take an early leave. Somebody's gotta pay the price for putting everything in order." He turned around, then said, "You do the dishes, Vincent," before climbing up the stairway.

"Just leave it on the table over there. I'll get to them tomorrow."

"Mhm," Daniel grumbled without looking up. He wolfed down every single bit, let out a great sigh, and leaned in his armchair. Damn, that was good.

Vincent grinned. "Cooking is one of Nate's obsessions."

"Tasted so good. I didn't--never ate something that good since--"

"Shh," Vincent interrupted. "We're here, we enjoy ourselves. That's all that matters."

Daniel swished his tail at that. He had a point, even though his gaze drooped and his chin sagged. Only his pounding heart kept the grey fox's eyes still open.

"So yea, lemme show you around." Vincent staggered once out of the chair, and shuffled through the living room and the narrow corridors of the first story, pointing this way and that. "Bathroom, kitchen, free room. Or go up the stair. You'll find the same, more or less." He opened the door to the bathroom and walked inside. It was bigger than Daniel's own room, with glistening tiles, a luxurious bathtub, a shower cabin, a cabinet, chest of drawers, and racks filled with fresh towels.

His jaw hung at the immensity of it all.

"Fancy a shower? I'll take the cabin you take the bathtub."

Daniel nodded halfway, then shook his head when the last words sank in. "No, I'm good."

Vincent scoffed. "You don't know what you're missing on. It has automatic water adjustment."

Automatic...what? Daniel's though process froze as Vincent removed his T-shirt to expose his hazel colored abs. Muscles outlined under his shaggy fur, well curved and rippling with each motion of his arms. Daniel shook his head again for emphasis.

"Fine, but wash your feet at least. Paws be dirty."

"After you're--"

"Nu uh," Vincent said as he wiggled a finger. "Now."

Blood rose to his cheeks, and his knees turned to molten butter. Daniel swerved away from Vincent when he grabbed the seams of his pants, so fast and so hard he staggered and almost fell. One curt glance confirmed that Vincent didn't see nor hear that--the running water muffled it all. That was his cue to rush to the bathtub, wash his feet in the span of ten heartbeats, and get out before Vincent did.

"Every room with a bed in it will do," he shouted. "And get plenty of rest. I'll wake you up early."

Daniel walked into the bedroom closest to him and slammed the door shut, harder than intended. His stomach churned as he paced around, his toes gripping and releasing the soft Persian rug underneath. Its touch sent tingles through his paws and ripples along his spine.

Like anything in this cabin, the room easily surpassed his expectations. The bed was double, with a thick mattress and washed grey sheets. Two nightstands flanked it, one with a lamp, the other with a tablet. Daniel chuckled at the sight of it. Even hotels lacked such commodities!

Of all that filled this magnificent room, Daniel's gaze lingered on the mahogany armoire. It stood twice as tall as him and broad as the bed itself. He opened it to reveal clothing sorted for every season. His size too!

Daniel's tail stiffened, and his ears perked at that. What were the odds? He shrugged, slipped into the pajamas waiting on top of the bed, and curled beneath the silky blankets when a shiver shook his frame. How he missed that, shivering due to cold and coiling under a blanket.

He waited until he warmed up, then rolled onto his back to face the hides spread across the ceiling. Spotted deer. Skunk. Wolf. So fluffy, so pretty. His upset stomach forced his eyes shut. He swallowed hard against the light nausea, and took deep, steady breaths whilst clearing his mind. Of Vincent and the fear of seeing him naked, of Nate and his casual attitude when he caught Vincent rubbing Daniel's butt, of the warmth his wing oozed upon his shoulder. They were nice people. Amazing people, in fact, yet so infuriatingly straight forward!

"I'll be better tomorrow," Daniel whispered to himself once his nausea subsided. "They're people. That's all. Friendly people." His last thought was of Vincent and his smile before he drifted to sleep.

Daniel woke up to a light touch on his shoulder and the same broad smile on Vincent's face.

"Hey, wakey wakey."

"Grrrm," Daniel growled as he blinked to clear his eyes.

"Sorry." Vincent removed his paw and backed a step away. "I'll let you sleep if you want."

Daniel's head whirled when he shook his head, and a jolt of pain shot up his sore butt. "What is it?"

"Nate's chopping some wood. Thought you wanted to learn to swing an axe and work up some appetite before climbing up the mountain."

Mountain? Chop what now? The grey fox nodded nonetheless, if only to make that smile on Vincent's face broader.

"That's my fox!" he said, thrusting his thumbs up into the air. "Get some shirt under a hoodie and something thicker than jeans. It's quite cold outside." He stopped before the door. "See you in a bit."

By the time Daniel went through his thorough morning ritual of showering, brushing his teeth, drying and sipping the coffee waiting for him on the living room table, the sun already perked on the horizon. He rounded the broad yard with quick, shivering steps. Dew laden grass squelched under his pads, and the chilling wind seeped into his bones.

"Ahoy!" Nate shouted and waved with one hand while the other brought down the axe upon a log. It split into two perfect halves. "Glad and sad to see you."

"Easy money," Vincent drawled. He rested against a shed that eerily resembled a house. "Gotta have faith in foxes, mate."

"And you need do this," he shoved the axe into Vincent's chest, "while I warm up this little fella."

"I'm good. There's really no need to--" Daniel's words stopped at the dragon approach, his steps too broad compared to Daniel's shuffle. He squinted when Nate was upon him, that mass of scales and frills and wings.

"There's every need. We take care of each other here." He draped a wing around Daniel's backside while his fingers kneaded along his arms. The grey fox yelped, yipped, whimpered over the dragon's faint laughter. "Too ticklish?"

"No it's not--just stop," he said, louder than intended. His tail curled around a thigh and his ears splayed when Nate stopped his ministrations. "It's too much. Too overwhelming."

"Hah, pay up again!" came Vincent's raucous voice. "Knew you'll freak him out, weirdo."

The dragon sighed, tucked his wings tight against his back, and took a step to the right. "I agree. We'll take it slower."

Daniel opened his mouth, shut it, then opened It again, only to shut it with a faint whimper. He took a step back, ready to bolt into the opposite direction when Vincent beckoned at him.

"He doesn't mind. None of us does. We're above petty insults."

"And stereotypes," Nate added. He grabbed Daniel's reluctant hand and urged him forward. "See how the bear leans against the axe rather than using it?"

"Testing its endurance, scalebrain." Vincent propped both his hands and his chin on top of the handle. "So far so good."

"Pay up," Nate growled.

"Wha--no, you only have to pay up once."

"You bet fifty that you're not going to act like a stereotype no more. I bet ten on Daniel and myself. Pay up."

"After breakfast," Vincent said. He grabbed a log and split it in half with a well aimed swing. "Bad to do business on an empty stomach. Do you wanna try your hand, fox?"

"I'll only get in the way." He took Vincent's ex spot by the shed while his companions chopped wood and joked and taunted each other. Both favored him curt glanced and subtle smiles. Daniel smiled in return, until guilt numbed his lips and worries clouded his mind.

They had so much fun, Vincent and Nate, while he was just the awkward geek that served as a betting tool. At breakfast, a ravenous mute who only smiled and yipped and swished his tail. During the trek up the mountain, a whining burden that slowed them down, and ultimately forced them to head back once his nausea kicked in with a vengeance. They even offered to take turns in piggybacking him back home!

"Don't fret over it," Vincent said once the cabin loomed before them, tall and gorgeous. "Happens to the best of us."

"Bear and dragon included," Nate chipped in. "You're not a real mountaineer until you spill your stomach at least once during the trek."

"He didn't do that, you gross fuck."

"It's a metaphor. Also known as secret language for us smart folk, eh Daniel?"

The grey fox raised his muzzle from his chest. "Mhm."

"Rest fixes everything. Get some, and then we'll talk."

If only it was that easy. Once in his room, Daniel's nausea vanished like clouds before a sunny day. His dirt caked paws left muddy prints onto the Persian rug. For a moment, he considered washing his feet, and even made it up to the door of his room.

"I can't. I freaking can't." It had been hard enough to put on fake smiles during the trek back. Meeting their eyes, after everything that transpired...

Daniel pulled out a towel, wiped his paws as best as he could, then crashed onto his bed, legs dangling over the side to prevent dirt from marring the sheets. A drawn-out sigh escaped him, followed by a high pitched whimper.

"Typical for you, to meet two of the best friends one could ask for, then sulk over it."

He recalled the tips he had read on the internet on self confidence and how to continuously improve. It took years, perhaps decades for some people. Yet here he was, sprawled across his bed, afraid of even washing his damn paws. Both Vincent and Nate accepted his weaknesses. Why couldn't he?

"Fox the fudge up," he growled. He tiptoed up to the door, cracked it open, and scurried to the bathroom. He splashed some water onto his pads, got out, skidded and almost fell in his rush to get back to his room. Once inside, he lunged towards the bed and draped a blanket over his head in case Nate or Vincent visited.

Nobody came.

Daniel let out a muffled yowl, curled into a ball, and shut his eyes. Might as well sleep rather than pretend to.

He woke up with a shudder in pitch black darkness. Daniel blinked, rubbed his eyes, and even pinched his ear. It stung, and he yelped. He wasn't dreaming. Why was it so dark then?

A faint trickle of light caught his attention. The grey fox rolled out of the bed and opened a window to peer through. From this side of the house, all he saw was a clear, star speckled sky and flickering orange lights dancing around a corner.

"Vincent? Nate?"he called with a too frail voice. No reply came, of course, apart from a thin buzz and a loud cheer. Definitely Vincent.

Daniel fumbled for his usual clothing through the darkness, slipped into it, and tiptoed through the cabin. Once out, he followed the flickering light until Nate's melodious voice picked up and the buzz acquired the sharpness of guitar strings.

As soon as he passed the corner leading to the back yard, Vincent cheered and Nate perked his head while still plucking at his guitar. Daniel squinted and lifted a paw against the harsh glare of a bonfire. A bonfire? He blinked back his tears, and a whimper escaped him once his eyes adjusted to the harsh light. It really was a bonfire!

"Nice of you to join us, beautiful grey fox," Nate sang over a mellow tune.

Daniel blushed in an instant.

"There is nothing ever gained, by a wet thing called a tear."

Vincent punched Nate's arm. "You're freaking him out. Again!" He growled the last part, loud enough for Nate's fingers to freeze on the strings. His fins tucked.

"Sorry 'bout that. Got a bit carried away."

"It's all good," Daniel said. He shuffled closer to the obsidian benches. "I kinda liked it."

"Here." Vince patted the space available next to him when Daniel turned towards an empty bench. "We wanted to wake you up, but thought some rest will do you good. Hope you don't mind us starting without you."

"He lighted the fire. I just chopped the wood." That earned Nate a second punch in his scaly arm. "Fine, we both got a little impatient. Sorry for starting without you."

"It's really--it's nothing. Don't worry," Daniel said. He didn't realize he stopped in his tracks until Vincent reached out to grab his hand, dragged Daniel next to him, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Daniel complied and slumped next to Vincent under the bear's sheer might.

"You cute thing," the bear drawled as his hand ruffled the straight fur of Daniel's forehead.

Nate joined in as well with a soft pat on his thigh. "We'll make up for it," he said, then drew back to adjust his guitar. "What do we sing?"

"The bear and the foxye male!" Vincent roared.

Nate flared his frills at that. "I don't know it."

"It's a variation of 'the bear and the maiden fair' from that TV series uhh..." Vincent trailed off and scratched his head.

Nate's eyes hovered towards Daniel, his ebony slits narrow under the fire's glare. "What do we sing, Daniel?"

"I don't know," the grey fox blurted out. He shifted under Vincent's grip, suddenly hot. And not because of the fire.

Nate straightened his back, dashed his hand across the strings, and picked a fast paced tune. "I don't know what don't know means down in the city; where all the scum people pretend to be witty. We found one that matters, a fox of grey fur; who's caring and gentle and makes my bear purr."

Vincent burst into a fit of laughter, while Daniel tried a smile. It came out forced. He knew it did, but Nate had no regard for that. He simply pat him on the shoulder and leaned closer.

"You don't have to sing. Just listen, and enjoy."

Vincent tightened his grip in approval, and pressed his wet, warm nose against Daniel's searing cheek. "We love you man. Just love yourself more as well."

Daniel's wide eyes shifted towards Nate, who stood on an opposite bench just a couple of feet away. His frills shivered and turned a deeper hue, and his serpentine tongue poked out to dash across his thin lips. He coughed to clear his voice and leaned back to steady the guitar within his grip. He and Vincent shared a curt glance, and the bear removed his arm and trudged towards the other end of the bench.

"Getting a bit hot, what with the fire and all." He chuckled at that.

Daniel released his pent-up breath. Was that a kiss on his cheek? His head whirled with a myriad of feelings, his heart pounded in his chest, and his toes curled inwards when his cock throbbed to awareness. He clenched his jaws, parted his legs to still it, but it kept growing, and growing, until the grey fox whimpered.

"I'll just sing my usual stuff, gentle bear, gentle fox." Nate dipped his head, and Daniel perked up his ears and wagged his tail. "Sit back, sit tight, and enjoy." He plucked at his guitar for a fast paced rhythm. "Vincent, you sing this first one."

The bear grinned, hummed over the guitar's mellow tunes, then began, "There was an old farmer who lived on a rock; he sat in the meadow just shaking his co--fist at some boys..."

Daniel half laughed, half whimpered at the bawdy lyrics. Sweat drenched his paws, his shirt, everything, and his erection pulsated and throbbed at each sexual innuendo. Why did it have to be the bloody assumption song?

At the end, he lifted his paws up into the air when both Vincent and Nate cheered and laughed. They clapped their paws, and Vincent pat Daniel's stiff shoulder, then rubbed the tip of his tail.

"How did you like it, you fluffy bastard?"

Daniel twitched at that, and the bear rumbled and caressed his thigh instead. Daniel jerked to his feet with a yelp, and Nate's hum died on his lips.

"Sorry," Vincent said.

"Just leave him for a moment. Here," Nate beckoned. "You can sit with me, away from the pedo bear."

Daniel shook his head, out of fear of insulting Vincent. The red dragon shrugged and attained a flowing melody, like a river's trickle.

"I'm rambler I'm a gambler I'm a long ways from home; and if you don't like me then leave me alone; I eat when I'm hungry and drink when I'm dry; and the moonshine don't kill me I live till I die." He swayed from side to side, his wings and frills twitching, spreading, then tucking with fluid grace.

Vincent did the same, snapping his fingers, humming, then pitching in for the chorus.

Daniel tried, only he jerked rather than swaying like a leaf in the wind. The tune he hummed was always a pitch higher than what Nate actually sang, and his ass protested with a jolt of searing pain every time he shifted. He gritted his teeth and endured from song to song, until the salty, earthy musk of his sweat hovered around him.

"What do you write about?" Nate asked while still plucking at his guitar.

Daniel shook his head to awareness. "Hmm?"

"Tell me a part of a story you wrote."

"Uhm...." He fiddled his thumbs and curled his toes around several clumps of grass. "Well, there's this jaguar who bullies me--no, not me, the main character-- no matter where he goes."

"Aha." Nate's tune became a pitch lower, softer, graver, like a rainy day. His eyes fixated on Daniel, the slits broader within the vermilion pools. "There's a jaguar, haughty and broad; who the school feared, or so I was told; I found him at Walmart, working the counter; and told all the students of my chance encounter; the jaguar was shocked; his friends he had lost; for that is what happens; when my foxy gets crossed."

Daniel's jaw hung. Waves of warmth rippled through him, urging his tail to swish and his eyes to squint and water. "That's--" Daniel sniffled. "That's exquisite. I liked it, I--"

Words froze on his lips as Vincent's bulk engulfed him. Daniel melted into the hug, rested his chin atop the bear's shoulder and closed his eyes when the first tear slid across his cheek.

"It's all good now, dear fox," Vincent whispered while ruffling his nape. "You're with us, and we take care of our own."

The grey fox shuddered in Vincent's warm, tight, comforting embrace. A sob and a squeak later, he cried. For the first time since high school, he cried on top of a firm shoulder that would always be there for him.

It all poured out of him. The worries, his fear of not being accepted and understood by others, the reluctance to accept Vincent's advances. They were genuine, just like his hug, his shoulder, and the paw resting between Daniel's ears.

"Thank you." He drew back to rub his eyes. His chest no longer tightened, and his stomach no longer churned with apprehension at the sight of Nate's eyes. "I'm a softie like that, and it's not because of the tail."

They shared a laugh, and Nate played a joyful Spanish song. Daniel hummed, clapped his paws, and even slurred a few words in Spanish, much to his friends' delight. Lost in the mirth, he swayed with the rhythm with a grace that surprised not only Nate and Vincent, but himself as well.

"You should take some dancing classes with us," Nate said as he placed his guitar back in its case. "We suck, but you stand a chance."

"Uh, sure, as long as you teach me how to play the guitar," Daniel said.

"Consider it done."

"And you have to join us for some board games," Vincent added. "We let you off easily the first day."

Daniel smiled, so broad his parched lips stung. "I'd like that."

"More than you like steak?" Nate asked.

Vincent scoffed at that. "Nothing beats steak. Or well, your steak. Ate some awful canned ones."

Once inside, Nate pointed at a sofa and nodded suggestively. "You two wait and let the host handle things."

Daniel shrugged, but Vincent caught Nate's wrist and shot him a glance. "Or the host can enjoy some well deserved rest after tonight's wonderful performance." He winked, and a shiver crept through Daniel, warm and enticing.

"He has a point," the grey fox added.

"Hard to argue when it's two against one." Nate gave Vincent a pat, turned towards Daniel and opened his arms.

"It's a trap," Vincent hissed. "Don't fall for it."

Daniel did just that. The red dragon smelled of bitter cologne mixed with a tinge of smoke. Daniel inhaled the pleasant aroma, trapping it within his nostrils as he ran his paws along the soft membranes of his wings. They shook and shivered, and a faint purr rumbled within Nate's throat. Its intensity, along with the warmth of their chests pressed together, made Daniel's member stir within its confines. He drew back at that, much to the dragon's reluctance. One of his paws still clutched Daniel's shoulder, until Vincent grabbed it and trapped it between his own.

"He gets emotional and clingy after a bonfire."

"More like tired and in need of someone to lean onto," Nate grumbled.

"That's why I'm here, with my chest exposed."

Daniel bit his lip as he watched them hug, nuzzle, and rub each other's flanks and arms. Vincent's paw caressed Nate's elongated snout, starting with the nostrils, up his forehead, between a set of ivory horns that curved along his scalp. The dragon's wings flared under the pleasant treatment, and his bifurcated tongue snaked out to dash across Vincent's muzzle.

Daniel gulped hard. He shifted from one foot to the other, suddenly impatient. Nate's eyelids cracked open, and a glimmering vermilion orb fell on him.

The grey fox couldn't hold it. He shifted his gaze towards the kitchen and started towards it.

"Hey wait," Vince's voice came from behind. A few clacks of claws against wood, and he appeared at Daniel's side. "I'll handle the food. Unless you want to give a helping paw."

"Uh, sure." Whatever kept his paws busy and his mind off his growing erection worked. "So, Nate and you..." he trailed off once inside the kitchen.

"We're friends. Close friends." Vincent opened the oven, turned it on, and leaned against the fridge. "We don't really abide the norms. I mean, what's wrong with a hug, or a nuzzle, or a kiss? Parents did that to us when we were little. No big deal."

Daniel blushed, and his cock pulsated at the memory of Vincent's nose pressed against his cheek, warm and moist against his fur. "Nothing's wrong."

"Are you blushing?"

"Hmm?"

Vincent tilted his head, his brow furrowed. "You're blushing. Hah!"

Daniel froze. Nobody ever said that to him.

"The insides of your ears are a deeper red than usual."

The grey fox splayed them across his skull, but Vincent shrugged. "That's what I mean. Blushing is cute and romantic like you don't know what. Why be embarrassed about it?"

"Because...because..." his focus crumbled before Vincent's taunting smile. "I don't know."

"You will find out. Just give it time." Vincent thrust a paw forward. "Or better! Sleep with me. You know, the way roommates do."

Daniel's stomach sank, but his cock shot upwards within his pants so hard he yelped.

"TING!"

Vincent chuckled. "Saved by the oven." He got out a tray filled with an assortment of veggies, turkey, chicken and beef drenched in a thin, clear sauce. Daniel's mouth flooded instantly at the pungent, savory smell floating around it.

"Don't forget the platters."

Daniel did, but went back to get them.

He sat between Vincent and Nate at their behest, a wing draped across his back and a bear's arm wrapped across his back. He tried his best to ignore them as he tore into the soft, delicious steak. At least Nate had the courtesy to keep his wing still and his tail to himself while he ate. Vincent, not so much. His paw slithered along Daniel's nape, cupping an ear and caressing it between two digits.

"You're a darling."

Daniel shifted his eyes towards the bear. He leaned on a fist, his plate empty. When did he eat all of that? The grey fox swallowed a mouthful of meat, licked his muzzle, and yipped.

Nate tried the same sound. It came out distorted and plain wrong, like a wolf trying to roar. Vincent slumped and almost crashed with his chair in a fit of laughter.

"You tried, "Vincent growled through a series of hiccups. "Now lemme show you how it's done. EEEP!"

Nate shook his head and covered his face with his palm. Faint giggles burst through his slim fingers, prompting the grey fox to join in with his own squawking laughter. That only served to inflame everyone's mirth.

"Foxes, Nate," Vincent said as he wobbled towards the bathroom. "Can't have enough of them." He leaned against the door's frame and widened his eyes expectantly. "Who takes what?"

"Bathtub," Nate grumbled, still chewing on the last haunch in the tray.

"That means Daniel and I share the cabin."

The grey fox perked up at that, only to relax when Nate wiggled a finger and shook his head. "Wishful thinking."

Daniel's tail stood up, just like his member. He wished it as well. Ever since that incident in the shower back home. He couldn't find the willpower to flatten his stubborn ears, so he shook his head. "Some other time," he blurted out, and yapped a second after.

Too late. Vincent already winked and formed a heart with his claws. "I'll hold you to that."

"I will--I'll do the dishes. You and Nate go ahead."

The red dragon grabbed his paw. "You sure?"

"Pretty sure."

He let go slow and steady, running a claw around his padded palm before tucking it away. "Thank you. It's your home as much as ours, so get to work pup."

He finished the plates first and gave the tray a second wash before the pitter patter of claws sounded in the hallway. Vincent's soggy head poked through. "Need a paw with that?"

"Nah I'm done." He scrutinized the bear, from nose tip to those fleshy pads resting behind coal black claws. He wore a white satin bath gown that contrasted with his piercing dark eyes.

"Nate's pretty damn tired, so we won't have a board game night. Unless you want to get wrecked at Hearthstone?"

"The card game?"

"Just that," Vincent said, then smiled slyly.

"Uh, yea, I'll take a shower first."

"Climb the stairs, first room on the left. If you stumble into the dragon's den by mistake, you won't leave it."

He left, leaving Daniel with a slack jaw and a fluttering heart pounding in his chest. He shuffled to the bathroom, slipped out of his clothes, and turned on the water to the bathtub. His gaze fell upon the door and the glaring lack of a curtain for the bathtub. If Vincent or Nate found him...

His member stirred in its sheath. The fox clambered inside the tub, propped his back against one end and lowered his body enough to conceal his growing erection. Damn, damn, damn.

His wrist twitched with the urge to rub it off, cum, wash it off. He reached towards it, grabbed it with a hiss...

And stopped after the first stroke. What if Vincent invited him to his room to actually...? Daniel's temples bulged at the thought, but his cock pulsated with a definite yes. He released it, allowing it to bob up and down with tight, painful throbs. It swelled so much the knot pressed against the sheath, begging for release with soft, pleasurable tingles.

What if one of his mates found him like this?

The question circled Daniel's mind while the tub filled up to his waist with warm water. Yet no warmer than Vincent's smile, or Nate's hug.

The fox let out a drawn out sigh, shrugged his shoulders, and scrambled onto his feet, slow enough to accommodate his blood engorged member. Let them see it. Maybe they'll even be impressed by the bulge at the base!

Daniel chuckled as an elegant smirk spread across his muzzle. He very much liked Vincent, and Vincent liked him in return. There was nothing wrong in basking in his affectionate hugs and gestures. He said so himself.

He whistled the tune of one of Nate's songs as he brushed his fur, washed his head, and spread shower gel across his now limp shaft with quick movements. Each tantalizing touch stirred it, more than necessary. He dipped up to his neck to rinse himself, got out, and wrapped himself in a thick, broad towel. Once dry, he grabbed a fresh pair of boxers, a cotton shirt, and a bath robe to cover himself. In spite of the layers of clothes he wore, he still felt strangely naked as he climbed the steps to Vincent's room.

A knock for good measure, followed by, "Can I come in?"

"Enter and see," came Vincent's voice.

Daniel licked his muzzle, tightened and relaxed his paws. He fumbled for pockets to slip into, but the gown had none. The fox closed his eyes before he lost his nerve and barged in with a stride. Too broad, and too fast. His still wet pads slipped across the naked wood and he lurched straight into Vincent's lap.

"Heh, good thing the bed is positioned in front of the door."

"Yea..." Daniel worked his way out of the tangle of limbs and tails and rolled to the other side of the bed. And straight on top of Vincent's tablet.

"Wait no--darn."

His words registered after Daniel's rump fell on top of the damned thing. Surprised at a hard thing under his butt, Daniel fell flat onto his back and kicked it away. If his butt didn't break it, then the thud and crack against the wall certainly did.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I slipped, felt it under me, didn't know what it was and I reacted poorly," he said in the span of one breath.

Vincent's coarse chuckle drowned the last part. "Pay it no nevermind. Old thing was old, and I was playing Hearthstone."

"The card game," Daniel said at the same time with Vincent, and he squeaked at the irony of it.

"It's online so no progress lost. Everything else I had on it, I'm glad to be rid of."

Daniel curled his tail onto his lap. "How come?"

"Old stuff. Insignificant." Vincent crashed on his back and clasped his paws under his head. "I'm also trying to change. You're not the only one. And before you ask it, yes."

Daniel blushed nonetheless, and the question still hung on his lips. "But I'm simply--"

"Who you want to be from now on." He waved a paw dismissively. "Screw the past. Learn what there is to be learned, and be done with it. Just don't take too long."

He shifted onto his side to have a straight view at Vincent. The bear's exquisite shapes stirred his blood. If only his words didn't carry such weight. Daniel tried to push them aside, yet, like a mosquito, they kept coming back for a bite. Better ask and be done with it, whatever the answer. "What happens if you take too long?"

"You miss opportunities by the dozen and regret it tenfold." He turned to face Daniel. "Been there, done that, hated myself for it. That's where Nate came in. He accepted me for who I am, without regard for who I was. I needed this chance, dear fox. More than anything."

Daniel swallowed at that. What comfort could a lonely, introverted geek offer?

No! Daniel shook his head, as if to dispel the thought. The past did not matter, nor who he was back in his duplex.

"Sorry," Vincent said. "I have these weird moments where I question the meaning of life and all that shit."

"Nah it's okay, I do the same at times." Daniel reached for Vincent's paw and cupped it, much to the bear's surprise. His eyes widened and his ears flicked.

"That's what attracted me to you," he said as that charming smile appeared on his muzzle. "You make me smile."

Daniel's cheeks turned beet red at the compliment. He tried to look away, but Vincent's other paw caught his chin and stroked his neck with an oversized thumb. "Nate does that as well, but there's something about you..." he tilted his head, presenting Daniel with the most earnest, romantic look ever. The way his eyes shone, his flicking ears above that perfectly curved muzzle...

Daniel swallowed hard, blinked hard, turned hard. His body seemed to lean forward out of its own accord, driven by the heart thumping in his chest. He scrunched his eyes shut, unable to hold Vincent's gaze and his approaching muzzle. Yet still he inched forward, until his muzzle met Vincent's warm, soggy one. They pressed together for a curt moment before Daniel drew back with a gasp. His stomach lurched with the weight of a thousand butterflies, and his head floated.

He kissed Vincent! He actually went ahead and did it!

"...another?"

Daniel perked his slack ears. "Hmm?"

"Can I get another on account of not being fully satisfied with its length?"

Daniel's tail fell limp, and he scratched an ear at that. "I'm...I'll..."

Vincent's arms lashed out. They wrapped around Daniel's back and pulled him straight into the waiting muzzle. Daniel only managed a faint yip before their lips pressed together. Vincent's tongue poked from between his fangs to flick across the fox's muzzle. Daniel flinched at first, then held his breath and melted into Vincent's embrace. A quick stroke along his nose, and Vincent drew back, grinning.

"How'd you like this one?"

Warm tingles shot through Daniel's hide. His ears perked, his tail stood on end, and every strand of fur prickled as a shudder crept through Daniel's frame. He wanted to throw up due to nerves and pump his fists in the air and scream at the same time.

He did the latter, yowling like he never yowled before. Vincent hugged him tighter, laughing and growling and moaning at the same time.

"I'll take that as the best kiss of your life?"

"It's my second kiss, so my standards are pretty low."

"You little..." Vincent thrust his nose into Daniel's neck, so hard the fox whimpered. His tongue followed, to balm the sore area undoubtedly.

"Well it's true! Before you, I had nothing." Daniel's voice lowered to a whisper. "I had no one."

"Times change, you sour grape." Vincent's paw tousled the fox's nape and ears. "You'll have so much of us you'll get bored."

"Can't be more boring than the city life."

Vincent drew back at that, his gaze hard. "Then don't go back. Write here, where it's peace and quiet."

Daniel's heart skipped a beat, and his panting turned to ragged huffs at the proposal. "Sure," the word burst out of his muzzle. "I'd love that. More than you. Bad pun, sorry I--"he stopped to gasp for air. With a deep breath came crisp clarity. And doubt.

Daniel's grip hardened around Vincent's rock hard torso. "Do you really mean that?" The grey fox asked.

"Have I ever failed to surprise you?"

The grey fox shook his head.

"Then it's real. Now--" Vincent broke the hug and clasped his hands together. "What do you want to do? Sleep's out of the question, now that I feel like running a marathon."

"Whatever you want," Daniel said, only to yelp a moment after. Vincent's eyes narrowed, and his gaze fell upon the fox's crotch.

Daniel's temples throbbed so hard he thought his head would explode. "I'm not--I don't really know--I don't think I--" his tongue tangled within his mouth, but his throbbing cock knew better than that. It pulsated once and hardened faster than ever before. Daniel winced at the pressure exerted upon his boxers, much to Vincent's surprise. He raised his paws defensively, and his gaze drooped.

"Fuck, I didn't mean it that way. It started as a joke. Or well, I got curious?" he whimpered at the end and reached towards Daniel's paw.

The grey fox flinched at the contact, gulped hard, and said with uncanny meticulousness, "I'm up for it." He wanted it. Craved for it since forever, to touch and feel someone other than himself. He had to say it!

He also regretted it in an instant as his toes curled inwards in anticipation of the nausea that always struck him when he became nervous. It didn't come. Only slick sweat, oozing from his pads over his racing heart.

"Damn this is gross." He tugged away from Vincent's hand, but the bear's grasp persisted.

"It's just water," Vincent said, then planted another reassuring kiss on top of the fox' muzzle. "No problem with it. May even serve a purpose, who knows?" He winked.

Daniel took a deep breath. His erection pounded and rubbed against its confines. His paws stiffened at that, and claws bit into his padded palms.

"We'll take it slow," Vincent said with a hearty nod for emphasis, "real slow. I believe in making love, not tasteless pounding."

Here he was, a moment away from the most significant and anticipated moment of his life, and all what Daniel could do was blush, clasp and unclasp his paws, and thump his foot on the bed.

Vincent chuffed. He went to his side of the bed, wriggled under the blanket, pulled it up to his neck, and leaned his head onto the pillow. Daniel took his cue, only he wrestled with the blanket rather than slipping under it. Where were its damned edges?

"Slow. Smooth. I'm nervous as well, lovely fox. Ease into it, and think of this as the best day of your life. Certainly is, for me."

Daniel whimpered. He covered his shivering form with the corner of the blanket and trudged closer to Vincent, until they stood face to face.

"I love you, my dear fox." Vincent's lips stretched into a smile so broad it made Daniel's heart flutter. "I loved you since the first day of our chat."

"Ever the romantic," Daniel whispered.

Daniel met Vincent's paw halfway. His fingers slipped through the gaps of the bear's larger paw, and he clasped it shut. To feel his pulsing pads against his palm, the steady grip on his wrist, the nudge of claws against fur...

It was the greatest thing ever. If only he didn't freaking sweat!

Love didn't allow room for guilt though. Daniel held Vincent's grip while his other paw slithered under a pillow, came out through the other side, and rested against Daniel's nape. His soft, enticing strokes urged a faint growl from the fox. Lost in the thrill of elation, he closed his eyes halfway in anticipation of the kiss.

The bear trudged closer, and closer, each jerk of his body accompanied by a broad caress upon his head. His fingers fondled with the tip of his ears, rubbing them ever so softly. It stirred Daniel's blood and cock in equal measure.

The kiss only added to that. Daniel's soft moan meddled with the bear's deeper rumble in harmonious tunes. He poked his tongue out, tip first to taste the bear's thicker one, then more when he found it warm, smooth and agreeable. It didn't work out as planned. Either he or Vincent was ahead, for their tongues never found purchase as they brushed against each other.

They both giggled at that, and settled for exploring and licking each other's features. Daniel started first. No words. Just long, passionate licks across Vincent's well curved muzzle, across a meaty cheek, past his nose and under his chin. He tasted like life itself, rich and savory. Daniel stopped for the briefest of moments to bask under Vincent's treatment. His tongue curled, stretched and licked against the fox's muzzle. Each stroke elicited a throb from his rock hard member, until Daniel squirmed and yelped due to the sheer intensity of the stimulation.

Vincent drew back at that, a faint growl rumbling in his throat. His paws settled on Daniel's chest, claws trailing along the satin bathrobe until they caught a seam. They curled around and pushed gradually. Daniel's breath picked up at the satin's caress upon his fur. It fled his chest, inch by inch, exposing the shivering light grey of his belly.

Daniel gasped. A tingling rush of excitement rushed through his frame as the robe fell limp to his sides. He shrugged out of it as Vincent's paws fell onto his chest. His fingers kneaded at his torso, rounded his slim pecks, groped and caressed his stomach with flowing movements. Daniel's whimper flared to a squeak at the bliss of soft, warm pads upon his sensitive fur. His belly fell up and down with the fast paced rhythm of his breath. Vincent's paw hovered across Daniel's abs, then drew back when Daniel let out a yowl.

"Ticklish, eh?"

The fox squeaked in approval, and Vincent nuzzled his neck for consolation. With the robe out of the way, only one obstacle remained, tight and narrow against Daniel's throbbing cock. Vincent lifted his claws, allowing only his pads to slither across Daniel's exposed torso. He groped when Daniel tensed up, massaged when the fox's breathing steadied, and caressed when he moaned with pent up lust.

By the time his claws laced around the first button of his boxers, Daniel panted through his parted muzzle. One of Vincent's paws trailed down his thigh, while the other circled the stiff button with one claw. His tantalizing touch sent Daniel's cock into a frenzy. It pulsated hard against its confines, and the fox yelped as warm pre slithered through his tight flesh and oozed from his tip. He tensed up at that, and rocked his hips. Vincent's bleary eyes met his, and his claw cut through the first button.

The boxers loosened, and Daniel's erection became even more prominent. Vincent glanced at the rising, triangular bulge, then back at Daniel.

The fox nodded his heavy head, but the bear's paws didn't move anywhere near the second button. He snuggled closer to him, until their sides pressed together. Vincent's warmth flowed onto Daniel like an ephemeral cascade. The fox dug his muzzle into Vincent's neck, took a whiff of his spicy fragrance, and moaned as Vincent's padded paws rubbed his shoulders with gentle gropes.

More pre snaked its way out of his rock hard cock at the tantalizing teasing. The bear's muffled growl soothed him somewhat, but he needed more than that, more than a soft touch to quench the fire building within his loins. Daniel squirmed in Vincent's embrace and leaned his back against his blazing torso for leverage. This way, Vicent's thick arms not only wrapped around Daniel's torso, but also allowed his love better access.

Vincent's claws gradually inched down the boxers, running along the folds in the crumpled material, rounding his throbbing bulge before settling onto his thighs. Daniel tensed up and jerked his hips at the overwhelming stimulation, and Vincent retreated up to his torso.

The bear chuckled and licked across Daniel's nape and ears as he unhooked the second button to reveal thin, short, ebony pubes along a washed grey surface. He reached towards them with a single digit, caressing with soft, sweeping strokes. The prickling stimulation brought Daniel on edge. He yipped as more pre oozed when his cock pulsated, the slickness of his member creating a dark, visible patch upon his boxers.

Only one button remained. Daniel clenched his jaws, and his breath became sporadic each time Vincent caressed an arm, fondled an ear, or rubbed a flank against his tail. Daniel practically reached the limit of his endurance. Each throb became harder, more demanding, and infinitely more stimulating. When Vincent's claws curled around the last button, he held his breath, tensed up, and turned so hard he almost climaxed.

Clack!

Pressure suddenly vanished around his member. Without the boxers' elastic material to pin it down, Daniel's erection burst through, ruddy and swollen and beribboned with thin veins. He gasped in unison with Vincent, whose paw froze on top of his pubes.

Daniel's head whirled, both from the pressing urge to relieve the pressure welled within his loins and from embarrassment. What did Vincent think of it? All red and slimy and bulged at the base. The knot was even halfway out of the sheath!

"Mother of foxes, you're one very impressive individual," Vincent whispered into his ear.

Daniel shook his head to dispel the itch, then tensed up when the bear's paw slid across his pubes, groping and kneading at the overly sensitive area.

"It's too much," Daniel blurted out. "I'll...I think I'll..." His cock pulsated, then bobbed from side to side.

And, to make it worse, Vincent's paw shifted towards the dark sack nestled beneath the red pole.

Daniel scrunched his eyes shut and yelped when smooth warmth engulfed his orbs. The soft, tantalizing fondling urged a squeak from the fox. His balls tightened and lurched, and Daniel drew back his head and unleashed a yowl as his climax hit him. His breath caught and stars speckled his vision as blissful spurt after blissful spurt shot from his member.

Then, something wrapped around his tip, warm and tight and furry. Vincent's paw! It held--it clutched his member! Daniel's yowl turned a pitch higher at the unexpected, overwhelming stimulation. His member swelled further within the warm and soft confines and unleashed thicker, stronger spurts. Cumming into such a narrow and exotic surface flared Daniel's senses. Every muscle in his body stiffened, and his member hardened to the point of no return for one last, magnificent spurt.

Daniel slumped into Vincent's embrace once his vision cleared and his breath returned to him. He rocked his hips, urging one last feeble spurt out of his spent member and into Vincent's dribbling palm. Thin, ivory strands leaked from the crevices of Vincent's fingers and onto Daniel's balls and pubes.

"That was...quite something," Vincent said with half a breath. He reached with his other arm towards the nightstand, brought forth some tissues, and wiped his paw on them. Daniel licked his muzzle at the pungent scent of seed, and accepted a tissue that he used to wipe his balls clean.

"Guess this is good night?" Vincent asked with half a breath.

Daniel nodded, too numb to make out words after the best climax he ever had. Vincent clapped his hands, and all the lights shut.

"It's a sound sensor type of thing," the bear said before Daniel had the chance to ask. "Helps for periods of extreme laziness such as this one."

Daniel whimpered and cuddled tighter within Vincent's embrace. The bear wrapped an arm around his torso, caressing his chest with slow, sensual strokes. The fox grabbed his paw between his smaller palms, caressing it while Vincent licked and nuzzled across his nape. Daniel tried to twist his head and return the favor, but found it virtually impossible from his side position. Not that Vincent's arm allowed it to begin with. It was much too broad and far too heavy!

So, he snuggled tighter against Vincent, until something hard prodded at his thigh. Daniel yelped, and Vincent tensed up.

"Just an after effect of the..."

"I can go again," Daniel interrupted while his mind was still too numb to feel embarrassed.

"Are you sure? I mean, you just--"

The fox rubbed his rump harder against Vincent's bulge until a groan replaced Vincent's words. Still drunk in his afterglow, Daniel rolled down his boxers and kicked them away, much to Vincent's surprise. His lover stirred something within him. A blaze, strong and reassuring, that Daniel wanted to enflame by experiencing a penetration while his courage still lasted.

Vincent, as expected, complied. His nuzzles and licks picked up, and his paw massaged the fox's frail form while the other worked on his boxers. A tearing sound came, followed by a slick dab at Daniel's haunch. The fox shivered. He clenched and relaxed his butt cheeks in anticipation, a whimper rumbling in his throat.

Vincent prolonged his torment with affectionate tongue strokes along Daniel's neck. A leg wrapped around the fox's frail thigh and pulled him closer into the bear's lap. Daniel bent his back forward slightly, raised his tail, and breathed hard. He did not know what to expect, nor how it would feel, and that drove him more crazy than the tantalizing touches of his lover.

Then, he felt it, warm and moist and rock hard. The grey fox tensed and held his breath as Vincent's tip trailed along his rump with soft, meandering movements. His chest pressed tighter against Daniel's back, until he felt its rock hard surface, swaying in unison with the soft movements of the bear's loins. Daniel's bottom shivered with the urge to just push back and receive Vincent right here and then, but the bear saw that coming. One paw pressed firmly against Daniel's butt, kneading and squeezing ever so slightly. He whimpered at that and twisted his head to share in a long, passionate kiss while basking in Vincent's exquisite ministrations.

The soft grope on a shuddering butt cheek made him quiver, while the paw gliding across his chest elicited a yelp when it tickled his belly. It soon slid lower, towards his nether regions. Daniel's lips twitched. A gasp escaped him when Vincent's fingers ruffled his pubes. His quick, playful strokes not only brought forth tingles, but also raw lust. Daniel's cock stirred with a faint throb, and he felt himself enlarging straight into Vincent's paw. The bear cupped it, flicking his wrist with slow, circular movements that sped up the process tenfold. Daniel's senses flared at the overwhelming stimulation combined with the slick warmth of Vincent's pads.

Daniel perked up his head and wriggled under Vincent's chin. He loved his comforting weight, along with the warmth of his breath upon his nape. Both became lost among the flurry of tantalizing shivers. Daniel shifted, ever so slightly as he felt Vincent descend upon his pucker. His grip around Daniel's cock tightened, hard enough for the fox to squeeze his jaws shut at the bliss rippling through his frame.

And that was only the beginning. When Vincent pressed against his entrance, hard enough to sink his tip in, the fox yowled and shoved his hips forward, sending his erect cock straight through Vincent's fingers. His knot broke free from its hold, twitching against the base of Vincent's thumb. It rubbed against fur and pads alike, soft yet hard enough for Daniel to moan and squirm in delight. Every touch against his over sensitive knot sent his heart into frenzied heartbeats and his member into a jerking spree. Vincent wrapped his paw around it once again, applying enough pressure on the knot to make Daniel harden like he never hardened before.

"I'm not sure how long..." The fox trailed off to suck in a deep breath. "Do it. Do it before... GAH!" He shouted when Vincent's length penetrated his depths further. The fox yowled, and the bear roared. His tip drew back, then pierced Daniel's tight, shuddering walls with a wet squelch. Pre leaked out of it with a thin spurt, lubricating the fox's tunnel in anticipation for the rest of the bear's shaft.

And it never seemed to end! Daniel clenched his jaws as tight as he could as he clamped down upon the intruding meat, only to release it when jolts of pleasure slithered along his spine and member. He squeezed, let go, and squeezed again in unison with his own throbs, until his climax welled within his firm balls.

Each of Vincent's nuzzles made him prickle, and his tongue upon his muzzle made him flinch. Lost in the fetters of pure bliss, Daniel could only moan and jerk his hips to both take in more, and to rub his knot against Vincent's palm.

Only when Vincent pulled out did Daniel release his pent up breath. His butt cheeks seared from his first penetration with a warm, tantalizing fire that begged to be flared. Vincent complied with a second thrust, faster and shorter than the first. Then a third one, slower and deeper. With each alternating stroke, his paw tightened and loosed around Daniel's cock to both stimulate and prolong the bliss.

Daniel eased into it. He whimpered rather than moaning, his muscles too strained with the toll of mating. Everything hardened within Daniel's body, up to the point where even breathing felt taxing. Vincent's limbs and muzzle didn't make it easier. The faster he pushed his lubricated flesh into Daniel's tightening anus, the tighter his gropes at his chest became. His free paw squeezed one of the fox's pecks while his legs trapped Daniel's limbs. Firmly lodged between Vincent's muscular thighs, Daniel could only wag his tail, curl his toes and wriggle his hips with the momentum.

When he felt he could take it no longer, Daniel curled his neck to nibble at the bear's chin with shuddering jaws. Vincent's grunts died in his throat the same instant, replaced by a soft, sensual lick across the length of the fox's elongated muzzle. Daniel squeezed his eyes shut, enjoying every bit of the slick warmth trailing along his lips, the steady pounding between his rigid butt cheeks, and the firm squeeze around his knot. Everything came together, until the fox's knot swelled like a ripe ruddy apple and his toes curled inwards, so much his toes popped in their sockets.

Vincent buried himself within the fox, hard and deep. Daniel yowled his elation. Stars blazed before his eyes, and spit stuck in his tight throat as the fiery pressure welling within Daniel's knot reached its peak. Filled to the brim by Vincent, Daniel squeezed his butt as tight as he could, then loosened. His cock flared, and, after one more throb, swelled for a brief moment. Daniel's balls shuddered under the pent-up tension, the motion raw and overwhelming.

The lull seemed to last forever.

Then, he broke loose, harder than ever before. Searing jets of semen spewed from his overly sensitive tip, splashing into Vincent's paw with muffled squelches. The bear too roared his bliss as his climax built up. His hug tightened, his muzzle parted, and his teeth pressed against Daniel's nape, light but hard enough to leave a mark. Daniel's yowl turned a pitch higher. Pain only served to flare his already overly stimulated senses, enhancing his orgasm to heights never imagined.

His ass clenched around Vincent's cock, bringing forth the bear's own climax. He felt him squirm and swell more than his tight insides allowed. The fox shrieked for a moment, scared and overwhelmed in equal measure that his anus would burst.

Then, Vincent shrunk slightly as his cock convulsed and released its burdening seed. His first shots were so thick and raw against Daniel's shuddering anus that his vision flickered and his head whirled from the overwhelming pleasure. All his hairs stood on end, and the fox's claws dug into the mattress, so hard they pierced and raked it in a futile attempt to find purchase from the overwhelming waves of bliss.

There was none. Only the promise of unfettered bliss. Daniel gave in to the shudders rippling along his spine, to the pleasurable spasms of his cock. He rode out his climax, wave after wave of tormenting delight, until his cock turned slack and his ass stung from the intense pounding.

His limbs fell limp the same instant Vincent tapered off inside him. The bear withdrew with a groan, licking at the bite and caressing Daniel's chest. The fox barely felt his strokes. Everything felt numb, apart from his trembling anus and his still squirming cock. Thin strands of seed still seeped from the tapered tip, long after Vincent removed his paw. Daniel grabbed his knot, squeezed, and yelped at the climactic shiver that ran through him. It felt like a second orgasm! He pressed tighter against it, until the veins bulged along his length and the knot turned a pink shade from the pressure.

"Wish I had a knot," Vincent grumbled.

Daniel didn't reply. He casually turned his neck to share a lethargic kiss, then leaned into Vincent's embrace. His oversized paw trailed down along a lean foxy thigh and stopped inches away from Daniel's paw.

"Let me hold it. I like the way it feels."

Daniel let go with a sigh, only to grunt when renewed pressure exerted on his sensitive knot. He squeezed his eyes shut, relishing the half afterglow, half climax. He couldn't decide which was which, nor did he care. Secluded within his lover's embrace, all that Daniel had energy for was whimper, curl and relax his toes while he basked in the aftermath of the best night of his life.

***THE END***

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