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The Fox and Collie

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Written by Sval

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Sval flopped backwards heavily onto the hard wooden floor, reclining fully and taking the brief time to enjoy a much-needed moment of rest after the all-too-brisk walk. The detached bits of his human-like costume strewn all around the snow fox's impromptu floor-seat. The wicking base-layer that was supposed to protect the snow fox's fur from too much under-suit friction clung uncomfortably to his body. He would've peeled it off already, but the moment of rest was just too tempting that he just couldn't resist indulging.

"I can resist anything, except temptation..." he mumbled to himself with a grin.

Most of the other suiters had long-since disrobed and returned to the more social parts of the meet, given how quiet that little designated changing room was, though he was certain one or two were still out there fully suited up, enjoying themselves immensely. Hard-core suiters, Sval smirked to himself. He reckoned that if somebody had given him a headcount he could've named the furs who were still out there easily enough.

Creaking hinges made his ears twitch, and when he turned his head he recognised a familiar, distinctive human-suit enter the room through the darkly-painted double doors. Distinctive hair and petite build, Sval's smile broadened.

"Having fun, Blizz?"

The blue and white collie was quick to remove the head of her costume, cute ears flopping free as if they had a mind of their own to be unleashed, finally unconfined, "You know it!"

She stood beside the snow fox, careful to place the delicate head on the ground without damaging it, "Shame the rain ruined things."

Sval sat up, resting back on outstretched arms, "Seemed like you had fun anyway."

A grin grew across the collie's muzzle. Sval couldn't help but chuckle. He imagined it would've taken a full-on blizzard to ruin Blizz's suiting fun, and at times he had to wonder if a storm of that magnitude was actually possible... Even now that it was all over she seemed to radiate joy, as if she'd bound around the room, giddy and thrilled.

"Dunno why I ever thought you wouldn't..."

This time Blizz chuckled, "Oh ye of little faith. Can you help me get out of this?" she reached back behind her neck, gesturing to the zip pulled high at the back of her neck, fingertips catching the fly but unable to do much to actually free her from the costume.

"Sure." Sval gestured with a twirl of his finger, Blizz promptly turning away from him and dropping to her knees so the snow fox could reach. She couldn't see the way his eyes roamed across her as she knelt, admiring the curves almost hidden by her costume as they shifted beneath the suit. Sval didn't say a word about it, but his fingers managed to find the zip even as his eyes concentrated solely on drinking her in.

He tugged the little metal ringlet down, fingers lightly tracing her back in a manner that he hoped she wouldn't think untoward. The zip drew with an easy glide, cleaving open the suit all the way down to the small of her back. Part of him rued the fact the zip didn't go any lower, the prospect of what lay beyond definitely piquing his interests and his paws eager to roam, but Sval thought better than to push his luck.

"There you go." He offered.

Blizz looked back over her shoulder, a sweet, thankful smile radiating warmth, "Mind helping me with my tail too?" she asked as she slipped the body-suit off her arms and shoulders, revealing a greyish base-layer underneath.

Sval looked back down to the zip, wondering if he dared help, and wondering if he could even work the suit low enough without reaching in to actually get at the entirety of her tail.

"It's in there somewhere." Blizz urged. She frowned in concentration, biting her tongue, and Sval watched as her tail visibly flexed, somehow bound beneath her base-layer. He couldn't imagine that it was in any way comfortable. Usually, he died his up against his back. Leaving it down beneath the base-layer leggings always seemed to give it cramp, and he hated the inevitable pins and needles in such a sensitive spot.

"Sure..." he finally said.

The fox cast his gaze quickly around the room. He and Blizz were by no means entirely alone, one or two other furs in various stages of undress littered here and there. None of them seemed to be paying the pair of them much notice - really, he just didn't want somebody to misinterpret what he was about to do.

The costume bunched somewhat around the collie's waist as she let it slip a little further, held in place only by the flair of her hips. With well-placed paws, Sval was able to lower it far enough to gain easy access to the waistband of her base-layer. Taut elastic greeted the pads of his fingers, though it yielded to his efforts with a downward tug and no objections, and the root of Blizz's tail revealed itself to him - the brightly-coloured underwear just beneath not escaping his notice either.

He tried to not let his thoughts linger on that for too long.

Careful digits encircled the base of the collie's tail, finding themselves sinking into plush, soft fur. Pulling his clenched hand away from the collie's back, running along the length of her tail in line with the lay of her fur, he was cautious to carefully extricate it, gently pulling ever more of the limb free of its confines.

The snow fox wasn't sure, be for a moment he thought he'd felt Blizz shiver. He let it go, and when her tail was fully liberated he gave it a few gentle strokes to smooth out her fur - an excuse, to his mind, to enjoy the feel of her soft coat a moment longer.

Blizz obviously noticed, because she looked back over her shoulder at him questioningly. He met her gaze, then let go.

For a moment he saw a question flick through her eyes, but words never found her lips, beyond a simple "Thanks" for helping her out.

With a paw on the ground for stability, the collie easily found her feet, Sval's eyes remained on her the entire time, all the way up until she was stable on her feet. He didn't want to look like he was staring, but the honest truth was that he was. The bodysuit pooled around her ankles, leaving her clad in a base-layer that was skin-tight, and as she bent over to gather up her costume she presented Sval with a view that defied his descriptions. Tail high, base-layer tight against her form, it left just enough to the imagination to tantalise, and the fox found himself forcibly holding in a quiet growl of appreciation.

When she turned again, Sval's eyes were all but devouring her. He sat crossed-legged, arms strategically folded across his lap, hiding the side-effects from his view of Blizz. Still, when she looked down, he returned a friendly smile, and she noticed his eyes dart over her.

The collie's hands found her hips, a stance suggesting confidence, but the look in her eyes was much less certain, "Managed to lose some weight. Still a few pounds over where I want to be, though."

Sval realised that she thought he was viewing her with a critical eye.

"You look delicious." The snow fox spoke, barely daring more than a whisper.

"Hmm?" Blizz's ears piqued, clearly not quite catching what he'd said.

"I said you look fine." He enunciated a bit more clearly.

He wasn't certain, but for a moment he thought he caught a blush beneath her fur.

"Well, um..." she was slow to gather up her stuff, retrieving a towel and a fresh change of clothes from a nearby bag, "I'd best get changed..."

Sval nodded, meeting her eyes again. She only held them for a moment with her own gaze before turning quickly and heading off to the bathroom to change. Sval's attention lingered on her form from behind until she'd passed through the door and out of sight. The way she moved, a little grace and sway in each step, tail held high, legs and backside shifting beneath the base-layer leggings... Sval licked his lips.

He could feel a part of himself harden as his mind wandered across her body, wondering just what he would've find had he ever the chance to look beneath the base layer.

The more his mind wandered, the more he felt the urge to follow her chomping at the bit.

"Fuck it." he muttered to himself. His resolve hardened.

In a flash, he'd grabbed his own things, holding them in front of himself to hide his arousal, and stalked promptly towards the bathroom with intent.

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Blizz placed the clutter of things she'd taken with her carefully upon the floor, towel first, clean clothes resting on top of it off the laminated surface. Bending at the waist, she made sure her underwear was accessible first. A fresh set was always a must after an hour or two in costume. Wrinkling her nose, she didn't want to think too much about the sort of furs who didn't bother with that simple courtesy...

Her ears piqued a little bit, registering the subtle whine of the bathroom door's hinges as somebody else entered the room. It barely even registered beyond that, though. After a walk furs would be coming and going, changing, freshening up. Naturally, it was common-place and she thought nothing of it. The soft, cushioned whump of clothing hitting the floor reinforced the thought. Another suiter, doing the same thing she was.

So she went about her business like it was nothing.

Until she felt a touch at her right hip. Before she could even think to react a forearm had ensnared her around the waist, a hand-paw capturing her midriff. Another handpaw, stifling her attempt at a yelp, clasped her muzzle shut with some force, though not enough to actually hurt. Her eyes went wide in a moment of panic, nostrils flaring, taken completely off-guard.

A breath of heated air caught her attention just behind her left ear.

"Shhhh... Not a word, Blizz." She recognised Sval's voice the moment she heard his words, relaxing a little in relief, if only by a hair. He still held her tightly.

The collie tried to speak, managing only to mumble into the padded palm of the vulpine's hand-paw. Even with the famously-sensitive hearing of a snow fox, he was hard-pressed to work out what she was actually saying. So he allowed his hand to slip down under her muzzle, finding the short fur of her exposed throat. Keeping a firm yet unconstricting grip on her, just enough to prevent her from turning her head. The fingertips of his other hand-paw began working in little soothing circles across her stomach, through the constrictive smooth material of her base-layer, gradually beginning to roam downwards. He found the lower hem of her base-layer easily enough, circled traces wrapping it lightly around his fingertips. With enough grip, he pulled it up, leaving her stomach completely bare to the world.

"What're you doing?" Blizz asked, somewhat naively. The initial panic had fallen away upon hearing Sval's voice, curiosity now rife, fear completely absent.

Fingers caressed the fine white fur of her belly. The other paw flexed momentarily at her throat, as if gauging her response before replying. The snow fox pressed himself against her from behind in the next moment, and she had her unspoken answer.

Something hard was poking her butt.

"Nothing." Sval all but purred lasciviously into her ear, action betraying the little white lie. The paw at her stomach shifted well below her navel, pressure from his palm pulling her back entirely flush with him. He pressed his pelvis insistently into her from behind, lewdly keeping his groin pressed to the collie.

"Filthy snow fox." She teased, tilting her head back just far enough that she could see his eyes.

Something not all that dissimilar to feral lust smouldered somewhere in the snow-fox's gaze, "I don't see you stopping me."

"I'm not." Blizz smirked as his teeth nipped at her ear.

Sval's paw dared to roam lower still, finding with ease the waistband of her base-layer leggings. Fingers twirled and pull it loose, away from her form a short way just as they had with her top half, deftly slipping under the fabric with intent. Blizz felt Sval's nose drift down from just behind her ear, deep-drawn breath taking in her scent, almost making her shiver, until it found the crook of her neck. Teeth nipped at the skin just beneath her fur, and she savoured it, though it didn't distract her from the paw that was trying to work its way down between her thighs.

Blizz knew what was coming next, and she found herself instinctively holding her breath, anticipation building, when his paw slipped easily into her underwear. The fox's fingertips teased, mere millimetres away from what she knew to be his goal. She trembled, and when his fingers finally parted, seeking their way beyond the hood to pinch from each side of her clit, the whimper that followed was sweet music to Sval's ears.

He held her like that for a moment, with just a little pressure and no movement, and felt as the collie instinctively backed up a little against him. She ended up slightly off-balance, though not enough to fall, and with a little pressure from his palm to keep her there - to all intents and purpose, keeping her practically immobile - he crooked his fingers some more and began to tease the little nub.

The whimper that parted the blue collie's lips became a gratifying moan, and as the rhythm of Sval's fingers settled Blizz began to lightly rock her pelvis against his motions. It added to the thrill - it was just about all the motion she could muster - and she soon began to feel the press of his erection against her butt beginning to grind back. Their respective base-layers were all that separated them, smooth lycra-like material creating just enough friction to torment them both in their shared dry rutting.

Sval growled into her ear, a knowing smirk tugging the corners of Blizz's lips upwards, relishing both the touch of his fingertips as well as the clear growing lust of her welcomed assailant. His fingers seemed to flex and tense involuntarily at her throat, and the collie half-closed her eyes as she let go of the world around her, save for the sensation of the snow-fox's touch, and the soft sound of friction as they continued to grind.

His teeth found her neck again, and Sval caught the musky scent of the colie's arousal as it suffused the air. The wetness at his fingertips grew in pace with the collie's moans under his ministrations, and in that moment he knew that she was his.

Every time he pushed forwards against her, Sval's hand inched bit by gradual bit forwards, his fingertips in short order teasing her lips. All he had to do was keep his hand steady, and their grinding would draw her clit across the leathery pad of his palm, fur matting as it rubbed against her wet arousal. Blizz seemed to enjoy the sensation, her panting increasing towards a breathless crescendo that Sval found thrilling to his ears.

He could feel her trembling, off balance, and relying ever more on him for stability.

He let his fingers slip into her hot wet sex.

She clenched immediately around them, leaning forwards suddenly and almost losing balance, forced to brace herself against the wall. She moaned, loud, Sval's claws nipping at her throat to urge her silence far too slowly to actually stop her.

When that didn't work, his paw shifted to cover her maw again.

"Shhhh." He urged, even as he grunted, still grinding against her own movements with intent.

The collie didn't speak, through inability or lack of will, he wasn't sure. Instead, she just pursed her lips and sucked his silencing fingers hungrily into her mouth. It muzzled her, to a degree, all moans vibrating pleasantly against his paw as she suckled his digits and pushed back against his forward thrusts.

Sval growled into her ear, "Needy bitch"

Blizz groaned on his fingers - it clearly wasn't a protest, her thighs tightening around his wrist as his fingers worked their way in and out of her heated core.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" his lips brushed the base of her ear, "A fox using you as his play-thing like this."

He felt teeth on his fingertips. Sharp, but not painful.

"Bad girl." His jaw snapped, "You're mine now."

With a strong thrust from behind, Sval pinned Blizz between himself and the wall, paw working at an increasingly feverish pace between her thighs. He was all but rutting her _into_the wall by that point, his need for her rising. Though a layer or two still divided them, it clearly wasn't interfering with the snow fox's pleasure any more than it was with hers.

The collie was getting close. From the sound of the heavy panting by her ear, so was the snow fox that ensnared her.

Something about the act itself just seemed inherently naughty. Here they were, in what equated to little more than a basic bathroom in a very public venue; a place in which they could be interrupted at any moment. Sval had his fingers buried _inside_her, and he was grinding his throbbing erection against her backside. It was sex. And yet, had anybody actually intruded, all the fox need do was step back and it'd look like nothing untoward.

Blizz closed her eyes, let her head fall back against his shoulder, and arched her back, deliberately pressing her butt firmly back against his tented crotch with intent.

She was so close.

"Fuck." She heard from behind.

Clearly so was he.

With a whimper eagerly escaping her lips that Sval's fingers barely stifled, the tension in Blizz's body reached its peak. She pushed back against the fox again, his fingers hitting just the right spot inside her, clit pressed firmly into his palm and pinned between his hand-paw and her body.

The coiled spring snapped, Blizz's knees locked even as they trembled, and she let her orgasm take her.

Sval felt all of this. He felt her body tense and then release. He felt the way she held herself, then all but went into spasm as the first waves crashed over her. But he didn't let up for a moment. His fingers worked at her sex, his hips continuing to grind, and with a few more thrusts his reached his own limit and his bulge began to throb. Growling, he pushed his tented crotch firmly against her, and even in her orgasmic daze Blizz could feel the moment his cock began to pulse, spilling his seed in eager bursts that were kept from her by the snow fox's confining base layer.

"Mmmm..." she muttered around his fingers as he held himself tightly against her, the collie acutely aware of every pulsing throb. When it finally stopped, Sval simply held her there for a moment, before releasing her from his grip. Fingers withdrawing from within her, he took a half step back, allowing the collie to regain her balance.

Sval lifted his fingers to his lips and licked them clean, tasting the collie for the first time. She was intoxicating.

Turning around, she looked at him, a wet-looking stain marking his base-layer. From the tenting she could also see, he was also clearly still hard.

A moment or two of silence fell, though far from awkward, in which they both caught their breath. Sval looked down at himself, seeing the by-product of their shared lust, "Seems I made a bit of a mess of myself..."

He began to remove the messed base-layer, Blizz watching him for a moment as he peeled it down and off, his cock springing free, fully at attention.

It took a shake of her head to dismiss the sight, and a little bit of effort after that.

"So, um..." she began, "Where did that come from?"

It didn't escape Sval's notice that she was staring at his erection the whole time. His chosen response was a low growl that rumbled in his throat. He wasn't done with her yet.

She yelped, taken by surprise again, as the larger fox spun her around and pinned her to the wall with astounding ease. She put up no resistance, but she did look back at him questioningly. He allowed his actions to answer for him.

Both his hands took full grasp of her base-layer leggings, pulling them and the underwear beneath down so they caught at her knees, leaving the collie he was so eager to claim fully exposed to him. His next move was to slightly spread her legs a little further with an urging push from his feet at her ankles, and she instantly knew what was coming. Closing the distance between them to nothing, his bare cock slipped into the collie from behind, almost hilting himself in a matter of moments.

"Oooooh fuck..." Blizz moaned as he impaled her. He didn't even hesitate before going at it like a beast in heat, hands grasping her by the hips, pulling her with force back onto him every time he pushed forwards.

He didn't make love to her. He didn't even have sex with her.

He fucked her like she was his bitch.

Blizz let out a very needy, lust-filled canine whimper.

"Keep it quiet, Blizz." Sval commanded with a grunt as he forcefully rutted her, burying himself as hard and deep as he could with every inward thrust, "Don't want anybody outside barging in on us because they hear you."

"Why not?" The collie managed to tease cheekily even as she whimpered.

"Because you're putting on enough of a show as it is." One of his hands found her muzzle, tilting her head back and upwards towards the ceiling. There, looking back down at them, was a security camera. Its wide, dark lens seemed to directly meet Blizz's gaze, the reflection she could see on its surface a mirror image of the scene of the two furs eagerly fucking.

She watched it for a moment, the sight of Sval taking her forcefully from behind playing out like some sort of movie before her eyes, knowing without a doubt that their every motion was being recorded. Sval's pounding didn't relent for a moment. Their mating was clearly being taped. Somebody at some point would watch the playback and see exactly what they'd gotten up to. And obviously he didn't care.

Blizz bit her lip, but still she moaned, unable to help herself.

She could feel a growing knot swelling at the base of the fox's repeatedly hilting cock, teasing her hot lips, trying to pound into her with force.

For some reason, it dawned, she realised that it was just for her. That knot was meant for the collie, and he was going to give it to her. The thought sent a distinct shiver down her spine and she did all she could to push back against him and make it happen.

Sval must've been acutely aware of it too, "I'm going to tie you, Blizz." His every thrust came closer and closer to making it true, "I'm going to fill you with my hot seed."

Quicker than she could reply, he forced it into her, her lips stretched almost painfully only to be immediately followed by a very fulfilling popping sensation as she took it. His hand was quick to muffle her inevitable yelp by covering her muzzle.

Blizz lost herself right there, hand-paws clasping and clenching at the wall, claws gouging into the paintwork. She whimpered, she moaned, utterly incoherent as the fox kept pounding as best he could now they were joined. He didn't warn her. Just rutted, grunted, then forced himself deep and came in a torrent so thoroughly intense that Blizz could feel the force of his cock pulsing inside her, every throb met with a firm push forwards from the fox, as if he were attempting to completely empty himself into her.

The collie didn't even realise she'd been holding her breath until she gasped for air.

It was almost peacefully quiet for a minute or two as they both stood there and simply drew breath. But eventually they had to move. Sval pulled backwards, but he was still too swollen within Blizz to withdraw. Arms around her, he pulled her back, dragging the smaller petite blue collie with him. The fox forced open a stall door, stepping back and taking a seat with her still attached firmly to his lap. They were both sweaty, panting, and the musky smell of their coupling hung in the air, impossible to mistake.

Neither said a word.

Until they heard the door to the bathroom swing open, somebody calling in, "Venue closes in 5 minutes!"

Blizz looked back over her shoulder at Sval, their eyes meeting for a moment, both realising the same thing.

The tie would last for at least half an hour.

"Fuck."

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