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Bed springs creak softly as the soft body of a red fox climbed onto his stomach. Behind him in the doorway stood his conquest for tonight; a dark, smoky furred wolf with piercing blue eyes and a smirk that caused a shiver to run from the fox's tail up his spine. Both males remained fully clothed, but that doesn't stop the fox from raising to his knees and hiking his tail, swaying his hips to the side to show of his enticing ass. They both knew the clothes wouldn't remain much longer.

The wolf, who introduced himself as Max at the club, had already seen plenty under the fox's tail during the night. There was very little rational thought left in his mind by the time they finally left the club, heading a few blocks north to the fox's apartment.

Max would have bent the devil of a fox over the bar and thought not of the bystanders or consequences until his knot was buried deep and his cum marked the fox's hole as his. Luckily the fox understood what the deep, lustful growl meant, helped by when Max pushed him against the crowded bar and ground his tented pants into the fox boys slim back. Not wanting to get caught up in such visceral acts in public, the fox simply flicked his tail, smacking the wolf across the face and headed out the side door into the night. Max, his pants uncomfortably tight, stalked after him, pushing mindlessly through the crowd with one thing on his mind.

The fox was leaning against the ally wall outside the club's side door by the time Max caught up. He reached up on his toes and pulled Max's head down for a deep kiss. The height difference made it uncomfortable for Max to lean down, and for the fox to reach up, so the fox broke the kiss and gave the Max's hard cock a teasing rub through the thin denim pants.

The fox leaned close to one of the wolf's smoky ears, so the bigger male could hear him over the bass thumping through the walls. "Names Kyle". The fox whispered, stroking the defined stomach of the wolf through his button-up shirt.

"Max" replied the wolf with a rumble, and once again ground his hardened cock against Kyle's stomach, the rumble turning into a growl. A steady stream of pre slickened the inside of his boxers. Not that Max minded. After all, it gave his hardness a nice coating of flavour for Kyle to soon clean.

Max cupped Kyle's bubble butt and hoisted him up for a better angle of attack. With the fox's muzzle now at the same height as Max's, he sandwiched the fox between his hard chest and the plain brick wall of the alley behind, before closing the distance and using his tongue to dominate the fox's sweet tasting mouth. This position let him grind his thick, covered cock against the base of Kyle's tail, letting the smaller fur feel just how hard he was because of the fox's teasing.

Max didn't let Kyle pull away for several minutes. Kyle quickly gave up trying to control the pace of the kiss and settled for the wolf's dominate pace. He wrapped his legs around the wolf's thick waist, barely able to lock his ankles together behind Max's back. Kyle failed to stifle a whine as he was held off the ground, groped, and forced to endure the thick tongue invading his mouth.

By the time they separated, the fox's clothing had become much too tight. Max just grinned. After all, he wasn't in any better state, and Kyle deserved some discomfort for what he'd caused during the night.

Kyle pushed against Max's chest and wriggled his way free of the wolf's clutches. With a last teasing stroke against the large bulge in Max's pants, he flicked his tail to once again hit Max in the face and sauntered out of the alley, swaying his hips all the while. Max found himself in a state of dejavu, left alone to stare after the retreating fox's fluffy tail.

Now here he was, eyes fixated on Kyle's swaying ass, his pants no less tight than before. Deft paws made quick work of his buttoned shirt to reveal his defined chest and toned abs. While his fur was mostly a smoked grey, his stomach faded to a murky white. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting them drop unceremoniously to the ground with his wet boxers. The murky white on his stomach continued down around his groin, under his tail and faded half way down his thighs.

Kyle however, was much more interested in the thick, red cock jutting out from Max's now exposed white sheath. His pointed wolfhood looked a bit over ten inches excluding the fat knot already pressing out of the sheath. Max saw a brief flash of fear in Kyle's eyes at the size of his cock, which pulsed and released another stream of viscous precum in response. Max just licked his lips and rumbled a growl. The bitch didn't even realise his knot was only half full.

Max stepped closer to the still bent fox, eyes fixed on his nervous prey. One large grey paw latched onto the base of the teasing, red tail, while the other gripped the waistband of the fox's tight pants. Max used his hold on the fox to slide him across the bed; closer to the edge and closer to Max.

The wolf leaned down and bent over the fox, covering his much smaller frame. His hands rested on the bed on either side of Kyle's head. His solid chest pressing the fox into the mattress.

"If these clothes remain on you any longer than 30 seconds, I'll tear them off" the wolf rumbled into Kyle's ear, and bit the scruff of his neck through the shirt.

Kyle gasped out when he felt the sharp canine teeth from the bigger male pierce through and clamp onto the sensitive flesh of his throat. Momentarily paralysed by his submissive instincts, he was pressed into action from the feeling of sharp claws running down his chest.

Kyle never much cared for the shirt, besides, it now had a puncture around the neck thanks to the gnawing wolf maw still attached to him. But these pants were his favourite. They were tight around the legs, showed off his ass nicely, and he didn't need a belt to keep them up. Frantically, the red canine unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, trying to shimmy his way out with his chest still pressed to the bed and his head secured by a very strong jaw.

Finally, the fox wiggled his way out of his pants and boxers, kicking them off the bed. He guessed his time was up when the wolf tore the collar of his shirt open with his teeth. The paws running across his stomach flexed and dragged down. In seconds the fox was left only in the tattered remains of his shirt clinging to his left arm by the remaining sleeve. He released a sigh of relief that his pants made it out undamaged.

"Mmmm much better. It's a crime to cover up such a delicious meal." Said Max. "Now you can feel just how much wolf is going to be ravaging your tailhole." And he pressed his cock through the fox's slim legs. He thrust back and forth a few times to let his length rub over the fox's own exposed flesh, much smaller than that of the wolf.

"P-please be careful, you're longer and a lot thicker than any other guy I've been with." Whimpered the fox. The size of the wolf was now easier to comprehend while it was sandwiched against his own.

"Don't worry little fox, I'll prepare you properly." Chuckled Max. Kyle felt two strong paws around his midsection suddenly tighten, and then the world spun as Max reversed the direction Kyle was facing, and flipped him onto his back. "But only if you prepare me to my liking."

Max stood up and rested his full balls across the fox's red forehead. From here he has a better vantage point of the unclothed fox. He had the standard colouring and markings of a red fox; mostly red along his back, legs and arms. White fluff on his chest, under arms and thighs, and black tips on everything, including his sheath. His black foxhood was a much more modest length of roughly 5 inches. A fully swollen knot had already popped free of the sheath. A trail of precum led from his cock tip to his bellybutton where it started to pool in his slim stomach.

Kyle could no longer see anything past the half inflated knot of wolf flesh right above his eyes. His breath tickled along the wolf shaft. A trickle of precum had started to run down his neck and upper chest. All he could smell was a thick haze of musk, stronger because of how long it had been trapped and leaking in Max's pants.

"Better hurry up fox, or I'll take matters into my own paws again." The wolf said, grinning down at the fox. He dragged the fox further off the bed, so his muzzle hung suspended off the side. Moving his hips back, Max repositioned the tip of his cock so that it squirted a stream of sticky precum against the fox's lips.

A tentative red tongue flicked against the underside of the wolf flesh, followed by the fox taking the tip into his uncertain muzzle. The taste of wolf flooded Kyle's taste buds, and another spurt of precum shot to the back of his throat.

With a sigh, Max eased his hips forward slightly until the tip of his cock reach the back of the fox's throat. He pulled back before thrusting forward again to begin a slow, pleasurable rhythm. Max was happy as long as the fox continued to flick his nimble tongue against him, and swallow his periodic spurts of precum.

Max grasped behind the fox's thighs and effortlessly raised his ass closer to his muzzle. Still thrusting slowly into the fox's muzzle, he nosed against the fox's taunt balls and breathed deep. Max savoured the smell of fresh fox. He wouldn't smell like anything other than wolf when Max was done with him.

The fox, still with his muzzle full, gasped as a meaty tongue swiped across the rim of his hole. Max grinned at the response forced from his bitch's muzzle and blew cool air across the saliva covered hole. Kyle's eyes went wide and he stopped working his tongue against the shaft filling his muzzle. A deep growl reminded him of his task, and he quickly resumed with vigour.

Meanwhile, max was having a wonderful time above. He placed his paws on either cheek and spread the fox open. His target now completely exposed, he set to work eagerly rimming the fox hole in front of him.

Scarcely a few minutes later, Kyle was reduced to a moaning, shivering mess of a fox. His chest and face was covered with his own pre. His claws had partly shredded the sheets under him as he flexed his claws and clenched the sheets in sheer pleasure. Max had managed to work his cock down to the beginning of his now full knot. Over nine inches of wolf flesh filled the fox's muzzle and throat, spurting precum directly into his belly.

Max sighed in content and dropped the fox's thighs to fall back on the bed. His thrusting speed picked up in pace and effort, swollen balls bouncing off Kyle's nose. He leaned back over the fox and rested his head on his arms near Kyle's feet. This position meant he could really start upping his enthusiasm in breeding the fox's muzzle. Powerful quad muscles tensed causing him to mash his knot against the nose buried in his groin.

"Going to fill that sweet muzzle of yours before I fuck you properly." The wolf rumbled, glancing down at the bottom of the bulging muzzle below. He watched as the shape of his cock bulged out Kyle's throat each time he's pressed into the welcoming warmth. The fox hardly heard what was said, but he felt the vibrations throughout his body, and the intensity of the muzzle fucking increased. He knew full well what was coming, and whined as he prepared for the bountiful seeding.

A bark and a muffled growl was the only warning the fox received when Max reached his peak. The first stream shot straight down his throat, nearly scalding him with the heat and intensity. But Max wouldn't want Kyle to miss out on tasting his well-earned treat, so he quickly withdrew for the second stream to fill the fox's muzzle. Max felt the desperate gulps around the tip of his length as Kyle tried to keep up with his production, but he was feeling quite pent up after Kyle's teasing all night.

Grinning in the midst of his orgasm, Max allowed the fox to breath by pulling his still spurting cock back from his muzzle. The fox gulped fresh air for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, coughing up thick wolf seed as a result. Max wasn't done yet, and he aimed the next few shots into the face of the panting fox, covering his face and neck in heavy, musky cum. The next few shots he aimed higher, shooting the rest of his copious load across the chest, stomach and sheath of the still dazed fur below him.

Kyle was dizzy. All he could smell was thick musk. All he could taste was the slightly salty tinge of strong wolf seed. His entire front side felt weight down like a layer of mud was coating his once pristine fur. He supposed that wasn't far from the truth.

Max let out a slow, relaxed breath, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. He glanced down to observe the mess he made along the front of the fox. He felt proud of himself for how thoroughly he'd marked the fox with his seed. He wasn't surprised to find his cock was still hard as steel, pulsing along the top of the fox's muzzle and dribbling the remainder of his load along Kyle's cheek. He glanced up along the prone fox, eying a limp red tail and winking hole underneath. He still had an unmarked rump to ravage and claim.

Swift paws secured the fox's slim red and white torso and manhandled him into a new position on his hands and knees, facing away from the wolf. The soft creak of bed springs and the heavy depression formed on the mattress announced the larger beast's presence on the bed behind the fox. A gentle paw stroked down Kyle's fluffy tail, and roughly yanked it up and pinned it along the fox's back.

Kyle stifled a desperate gasp when he felt the tapered point of the massive wolfhood teasingly prod his hole. He clenched his hole in fear, but luckily Max was content to rub his cock along the cleft of his furred ass for the time being. A few more thrusts left Kyle's taint practically dripping with slick wolf pre and his left over cum. A calculated prod repositioned the tip of the throbbing wolf cock back at Kyle's entrance. Max bent over the fox, placing his arms on either side of his head, and lightly resting his bulk along the fox's back. The heat and musk pouring off the wolf in heady waves dazed the fox again, relaxing his hole enough for Max to slip the tip of his cock inside.

Kyle's eyes went wide as Max began his first, solid thrust. It was nowhere near as rough or hard as it perhaps could have been, but the wolf was unwavering in the force applied behind his thrust. Fat, hard wolf cock spread open the fox's no longer tight hole in a methodical fashion. Not speeding up or slowing down until the start of the knot was flush against the fox's stretched ring of muscle.

Max looked down at the fox below him and released a content sigh into his scrunched up face. The weight of the wolf on top mixed with the near unbearable entry beneath his tail created a mixed pleasure and pain concoction that went straight to his head. Kyle tried, but he couldn't support himself any longer. Collapsing to his chest presented his ass in a much better position for the wolf to start breeding his bitch.

Max repositioned his legs to the inside of the fox's thighs, spreading them further apart to better open his hole. He would need all the help available to tie his baseball sized knot inside the fox. Satisfied with his current position, Max held still for several moments to let the fox get accustomed to his length and girth. When the fox began gyrating his hips to try encourage the wolf to continue, Max responded by slowly withdrawing his sheathed cock until his tip popped free. Kyle moaned lustfully at the empty feeling, desperately wishing to be refilled. Max smirked at the pleading whimpers coming from the smaller fur and repositioned his cock near Kyle's snug hole.

Kyle, beyond eager to be refilled, wiggled his hips until the tip was wedged back up his hole. He let out a content sigh and gently eased back on the shaft. The sigh quickly turned into a frustrated growl when Max matched his backwards thrust with a backwards thrust of his own, keeping only his tapered tip inside. Max chuckled at the attempted growl, this fox just wasn't meant to be dominant.

Unfortunately, denying the fox also meant denying himself and even after cumming recently, his balls were full with another load to pump into a tight hole. Re-sheathing his cock where it belonged, Max wasted no time in starting a steady fucking pace. Kyle released a long, drawn out moan which climbed in pitch and volume when the wolf didn't pause for a second while building his rhythm. He'll probably have a lot of annoyed neighbours to deal with come tomorrow morning. But fuck them, they didn't have a wolf panting above them, or over 9 inches of cock under their tail, or a full knot bouncing off their ass cheeks.

Heated moans filled the bedroom air accompanied by the slapping noises made by wolf balls on fox flesh. Heavy wolf musk and the scent of rut and sweat soaked the room and filled both beasts' minds. Time blurred Kyle as he lay chest down ass up on the bed, receiving a thorough railing from behind. A small puddle of drool collected on the bed next to his muzzle, while a much larger pool of fox pre soaked into the already ruined sheets below. Between thrusts, wolf pre leaked out of his stretch ass and dripped off his balls and down the inside of his thighs, adding to the growing pool.

Max happily pounded away into his bitch underneath, amazed by how tight the fox remained even now after taking his cock repeatedly. Velvety smooth walls closed in tight, caressing his length on each inward thrust, and tried to keep him deep when he dragged his hips back. As pleasurable as the current pace was, Max was still a long way from cumming and his knot hadn't gained any purchase in breaching the fox's tunnel.

Max slowed down his thrusts slightly to favour quicker, harder strokes. Each inward push ended with him grinding his knot down into the fox. The result was noticeable immediately as his knot stretched Kyle's hole open a little bit more each time. Kyle however, couldn't handle the new tempo. Those harder thrusts battered his prostate hard, and the stretch his tailhole was made to endure was delightful.

Max felt the previously constricting tunnel around his cock clench harder than even the initial entry, and then heard a strangled gasp-moan from the fox. He remained deep, grinding his knot against the impossible tight hole and rode out the fox's first orgasm with him. Kyle's seed splashed messily across the ruined bedsheets below, some particularly strong ropes causing his cock to throb eagerly and jut his essence to join Max's mark asking his fur.

Once the fox slipped into his afterglow and his passage loosened considerably, Max withdrew is hard wolfhood. Kyle's tailhole remained slightly gaped after being stretched partially around a thick knot. This angle of attack wasn't working as much as Max had hoped, and his loins were burning with a need to tie his bitch.

Max withdrew from the fox but remained kneeling above his prey. His wolfhood jutted out from his crotch, hard as steel. Precum dripping from the tip onto the prone fox's ass cheeks and tail. Kyle now free from his burden of the beast laying over his back, rolled over onto his side, entirely satisfied with his night despite his abused ass. Max remained in his vantage point to peer down at the fox drifting off to sleep.

A sudden, deep bark startled the fox out of his sleepy state. Rolling onto his back, the fox brought his paws as a natural reaction. Max took this opportunity to grip both the fox's skinny wrists with a single hand and trap them high above his head. With his other hand, he lifted the fox's feet and rested them on his shoulders. Now leaning over the fox who was immobilised and staring wide eyed up at him, Max grinned and leaned his muzzle down.

"You've still got a long night ahead of you little fox." Max growled next to the fox's ear. "I hope you didn't think you'd get out of taking my knot." Kyle, bent in half as he was, left his tailhole exposed and vulnerable. A quick readjustment from Max and his tapered head was once again against the rim of the fox's ass. A quick, hard thrust and they were back in action at a brutally fast pace, the sound of slapping flesh more pronounced than ever.

This new position spread Kyle's ass wider apart. It was quickly apparent that Max's knot was working deeper and deeper inside him with each thrust. With how stretched the fox was from before combined with the relaxing effect of his recent orgasm meant Max was quickly reaching the point of no return. With one last grinding thrust, he popped his knot in and howled.

Kyle's breath hitched when the wolf's knot was locked inside him and whimpered when he felt the intense heat flooding him, signalling the wolf's orgasm. The new pressure against his prostate was pure bliss causing his muscles to seize, and cum to pour out as he joined the wolf in his orgasm. Quick but powerful jets burst from his foxhood and streaked across his upper chest and face.

Even with two loads of his own cum plastered over his face and body, he still couldn't scent anything other than dominant wolf. It would take days before the scent of wolf rut was out of his fur. The cum coating him from earlier when he was face fucked had dried and remained clumped in his fur in a thick layer. Kyle reconsidered and decided it would take days just to wash the cum out of his fur, not to mention to scent of it. Eyes closed as Kyle finally laid back to sleep, he could worry about restoring his fur tomorrow. Maybe a long soak in warm water will ease the throbbing under his tail.

"I'm not done quite yet little fox, I did say you had a long night ahead of you." Max said, still leaning over the folded fur. Foxy eyes snapped open when Max began a slow thrusting rhythm once again, inhibited largely by his huge knot locking them together. Kyle couldn't move. His hands were trapped above his head by the wolf, his legs were squished to his own body and the wolf's bulk made wiggling impossible. His voice escaped him with a gasped and he never was able to find it again to protest. Not that he would have said anything other than "harder", "faster" and "fuck me again!"

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Sunlight filtering through the blinds eventually woke the sleeping fox from his exhausted slumber. Max had remained in him long into the early hours of the morning. By the time he relented and allowed the fox to pass out, Kyle's stomach was visibly swollen with wolf cum. The wolf was gone now, Kyle assumed he left at some point during the night after his knot had gone down. Glancing to his side revealed that Kyle had slept well past his usual time and into the late afternoon.

Groaning, he sat up slowly, keeping in mind his poor abused tailhole. Twinges of pain haunted him as he finally slid off the bed. He was relieved to see his stomach back to its natural flat state, but he guessed that explained the cold, very sticky patch of sheets he awoke on. Standing up was a chore of its own, but he desperately needed to air out his room which still smelled like wolf rut and cum. As much as he enjoyed the wolf's dominant scent, fresh air blowing through his room was surprisingly refreshing.

A deep blush coloured his muzzle as he felt a warm trickle down the back of his legs. He reach back with a paw and winced when he swiped over his slightly gaped hole. Sure enough, gravity was doing its work and causing a steady stream of warm wolf cum to run over his hand. He ran his other paw down his front, feeling the mass of mattered fur and clumped seed dried to his body. A long soak in the bath tub sounded like the best idea at the moment, before he leaked too much seed on the carpet.

Gathering up a set of fresh clothes, Kyle limped towards the bathroom. He passed by in view of the front door and his blush returned as he saw multiple slips of paper pushed under his door. The slip of paper that caught his eye was laying by itself on his kitchen counter. One paw was clutching his clothes and the other was beneath his tail trying fruitlessly to stop wolf cum from dripping on the floor, so he could only glance at it on the way passed.

As he had guessed it was written in a hurry by Max before he left. The wolf's message stuck in his mind for the duration of his two baths (one bath and multiple coatings of conditioner left the scent of wolf rut stronger than his own natural musk). The message contained a phone number, presumably the wolf's, and a quick note. Good luck getting laid while smelling more like a wolf than a fox.

Kyle lay on his bed, stomach down, with an ice pack resting below his tail contemplating when he should call Max, who he'd already added to his contacts. He didn't even last until the end of the night before he cracked and pleaded the wolf to come back the next day. Kyle knew the wolf wasn't exaggerating with his message. No one would touch him while he smelt so strongly of a dominant wolf and it would no doubt last a couple of weeks, probably longer. A few minutes later, he was whimpering into the phone about how good of a fox he was and listening to what the wolf was bringing over for him to wear. A form-fitting tank top, a too short skirt and a pair of tight red panties. Kyle knew he had no choice but to agree.

Hope you enjoyed.

One thing I noticed was how shit my writing got when I dragged the story on too long (which I did do), and if i tried to describe too much. I'll probably try a first person PoV soon and more stories that build up to smut instead of a story that is only smut.