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The cabin was set into the side of a mountain, surrounded by snow-laden pine trees and fronting onto a semi-frozen lake, a slushy lens that gazed forever at the bluest north American sky you’d ever seen. I was so glad that Klaus had persuaded me into some warm get-up whilst we were changing in the plane. Would’ve frozen my tail off otherwise!

“You like it?” There he was, stood on the icy steps of our log-built chalet, looking back at me with that bright smile and shooting me with every possible verbal weapon his beautiful diction could muster. Shivering with cold? Screw that! It was his voice again.

And I fucking loved it. It was the most beautiful location ever! The house looked so inviting, snug in the shallow drifts and glinting in the vitreous sun, hung by its cirrus against the Montana mountains. It didn’t let you down inside either! Klaus opened it up and the cozy warmth hit you, even without the fire going or any possession for months. I padded on in, the smells of cut pine, sawdust and light ash hit the nose, along with that distinct odour of fresh sheets. The bed was right ahead of us, a huge king size ship of dreams that was accompanied by an open hearth and kitchenette to the right.

I think it was Klaus, in his infectious enthusiasm, who was first out of his clothes and padding barefurred out a door to the left. I was totally perplexed as I had settled myself in a near-exhausted flump to the bed; but hey! With that grin and the wag of that nubby little tail, anything out that door could only possibly be good for me.

“Why don’t you get that fucking cute tail out of those clothes, and jump in here with me?!”

I turn the corner and there’s Klaus sat, wine glass in paw, in the most tempting, bubbly hot tub I think I’d ever seen. It was something a little decadent for me; I’d never dipped a paw in, let alone got naked and jumped in completely. Having said this, I had always wanted to, and the offer of what lay under those bubbles and foamy water was far too much to resist. My foxness was finally coming out! When you start to see through “innocent” situations to the sex beneath, you’re well on the path to vulpine perfection; hot tubs, massage parlors, eating fruit! Anything could turn my tail inside out even if it was slightly suggestive.

No pounding within hours could turn me off another good seeing-to, especially with this hunk of Doberman primed and cocked like a gun; liable to load, pump and shoot me full of sweet liquid lead!

I wish you could see the grin on my muzzle even now as I remember all this; I’m shuffling on my rump too, he was that memorable.

We relaxed in the tub for a fair while, just lazily sitting in the bubbles and chatting. The blue and black shadows of a cool Montana night shone in bright contrast to our lit comfort, the steam from the hot water rising to blur out the gorgeous view down to the lake.

“Tell me, Scotty… are you a big science fiction fan by any chance?” Klaus had put his glass down to the side of the hot tub and swam over to me, grinning down that muzzle and rising half out of the water to rest his paws on the edges. It was a strange question to say the least, my own frown meeting the clear friskiness of a tipsy English Doberman, “you know, that famous engineer who’s your namesake?”

“You mean Star Trek and stuff?”

“Mhm” He clamped his muzzle around mine in a deep kiss, making me hard in an instant, melting my body down into the water like a big, fluffy red sugar cube.

I was left there nursing my hard-on as he broke away and returned to the opposite of the tub; and then my jaw dropped.

Klaus turned, gazing slyly over his right shoulder as he did so, and brought almost all of himself out of the water in one beautiful, erotic move. The water tufted and unsettled the fur all down his back, broken treacle shards that stood proud like shark fins set in obsidian; he was the powerful, masculine predator every tail with half a libido wished after. Slowly his tight ass rose away from the water, that sodden tail nub left wagging and whipping a spray of warm droplets to the surrounding drifts; he was so fucking sexy, and he knew it!

“Why don’t you come here, and show me how good you are tinkering with my engine.” Klaus settled there in the corner, arms folding to a rest on the side and with legs spread, started to waggle his bare rump at me.

The rush of a hot, sweaty scent doused in warm, vaguely chlorinated water hit my nose as he started to tempt me. That damp tan undertail was apexed so perfectly by his exposed tailhole, and preceded by that ample set of bollocks dangling between his legs, barely shy of the water; beautifully full buoys that were ripe for pumping or painting. I wanted him to do the latter, allow me to give him the feeling of being taken, ridden at pressure to a mind-storm that was beyond pleasure.

I padded over nervously, almost treading water in the rather deep tub, my paws sliding happily to each of those muscular buttocks. Klaus whined as I parted him, the musk of his ass tweaking deep into my sinuses and encouraging me to slide my dick to press firmly under his tail. My damp grip was like feeling across soaking wet, black velvet moss, struggling to keep myself there behind him; he was so much bigger than me! Stronger, thicker, much more a male than to which I could ever aspire; but he was offering me the comfort of his tight insides, and the honor of spending the rhythm of my loins into him.

“Prop yourself here, mate” Klaus reached back and ushered my paws to rest on the tile side of the tub, to either side of his prone backside, “there you go!”

No sooner had he helped me, I felt the tip of my cock touch his tailhole, and now there was nothing stopping me. I pushed forward and slipped my entire length into his body, holding my head down and watching as the muscle gave way. Klaus’s tail twinged against my tummy as I took the first thrust, ticking back and forth, matching the slow up and down nod of his head, and the almost tangible smell of his pleasure.

The aching pressure of hanging there to fuck him was replaced by the amazing feeling of my member hugged tight, a hot, rippling internal flesh that was just begging to be seeded.

“Mmm that’s it, keep… keep it up, nasty fox! Fuck this doggy!”

The encouragement hit my ears as I was concentrating on the push and pull, the swathe of his back fur shifting in the nightlight, and the ever so wonderful feeling of his ass slowly but surely drawing me harder and harder. He’d clamp softly around me as I put all four inches inside, then enjoyed how I’d linger just the tip of my knob inside him, before plunging in once more. Now and again, he’d lean back and grip my ass or the head of my tail and pull me into him, forcing me balls deep and making me grunt.

I was never gonna’ last very long at this pace.

“Breed me, American boy! I wan… rrrrrr, fuck yes! That’s it Scotty, more!”

“Oh fuck I’m… Klaus I’m gonna have to…”

“Hold it in me, I want you t… ahh, yeah! I want you to cum inside me.”

The steam of the water mingled with the sweat dripping down under my tail, between his legs and the froth scowling from pleasured muzzles, polluting my nose in the best way. In combination with his syrupy English tones that were gradually weakening in his own ecstasy, I couldn’t take any more; that ass was too tight, the body too damned willing and the thoughts far too dirty to resist letting go of it all in one blissful tide.

“That’s it… grrrr, fuck! Fill me up, Scotty!”

I didn’t hear the pun or the intimation; all I heard was his deep, loving and wanton tone. There was no yelp, and I didn’t scream; I just gave one last thrust in a medley of desperate, deep dowsing, and held myself there, unleashing everything I had into Klaus’s ass. My whole body arched, my tail lifting and falling like a well pump handle to give him every possible last drop of what my modest masculinity could offer.

Klaus pushed back against me, rising up as he felt me cum; and now my member could feel the spasms of his own orgasm cause a beautiful rippling crush across my tender, spent flesh. The splashing of the water became still once again, interrupted only by the drip of hot dog spunk that was still leaking from my lover. His heart was going a million miles an hour, and the panting was infectious, clouding out into the cold night air like teapot steam; diluted and thoroughly brewed.

We were one in the most erotic ways you could imagine; and it was mostly down to him. I was just willingly dragged along for the ride; sometimes quite literally!

“I really got you goin’” I released myself from him and swam to perch myself on the edge of the bubbling tub. Klaus simply smiled and leant up to kiss me, his tail bouncing back to that upward inflected wag as it cleansed itself in the aftermath of our mating. His breath was thick with alcohol and the hint of staleness alone to the gasping of lovemaking. I never wanted any of this to change; the spontaneity, the sweet and the feral. He couldn’t possibly make me feel any more complete a fox than if he pieced me together from parts he found in the forest.

Then again, I don’t think I could ever possibly be as brash or bold as Klaus. I’m not the one to go round and proclaim about the time I fuckin’ creampied his ass, although he enjoyed me whispering it into his ears that night and many thereafter. Got him horny again!

“You know what your accent does to me!?” He’d grin and wink as he lay there in bed, the tongue-licking flames of the log fire dancing across his chest and abs. Only his sharp ears, tuned to me as we rested after this very long, hectic but fulfilling day, matched this beautiful light; or those eyes, burning golden-brown sugar that made me feel so safe and totally in his command.

I felt so… me!

We had such a wonderful time together. I couldn’t ever have imagined Klaus remembering this silly old fox, let alone treating me to this amazing romantic reunion.

Our first full day was spent lounging and exploring the surroundings, cos’ after all, Klaus was the adventurous type; and when there was the wilderness on his doorstep, he was out that door with me in happy tow. The weather was chill but dry, allowing the snow to stay but not accumulate to epic proportions. The drifts were quite sufficient and passable for us to hike up the side of the hill, passing between the evergreens and glacial erratics, in and out of that glorious, glassy sunshine. Klaus would often stop and turn, gazing down the slopes towards a huffing and panting yours truly!

“The view is amazing!” And then his right paw would reach down and out, helping me up to whatever hillside ledge he’d found, “oh, and the countryside’s pretty too.”

He was so sweet! There was always something about how he lingered at me, how his voice changed when he talked to me; the smell of his tail, the air across his ears and muzzle just a shock of pride, doggy lust and romance. My own sense of guilt about seeing him spend the time and money away from his career to make a go of it here, encouraged me to think up a way to thank him.

We had settled on returning to the cabin for lunch that Saturday after having been to the top and back again; but I was hungry before time, and sandwiches weren’t exactly on my mind.

Klaus was padding on down the slope, avoiding the deepest snow and treading where the outcrops showed to the surface. We had followed this beautiful little stream down from the summit as it wandered between the clays, rocks and gnarled tree roots; and its water tasted great! I’d never drank straight from a watercourse before, but Klaus leant down and showed me how. There was so much I didn’t know, so much of the world and of this gorgeous, hunky specimen yet to explore. I was gonna’ tap that delicious resource whilst I had the opportunity.

“The weather should hold out until we get ba… whoa!”

I cut him off! Klaus had this huge shock carved across his muzzle, as I came from just behind and pushed him up against one of the pine trees. I dropped to my knees as soon as I had him where I wanted.

“Well, hello there!” Klaus looked down at me, a naughty pleasance in his voice that made me think, yeah, you’re an evil, dirty dog who I just want to hear howl!

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I wanted to be his every fantasy, his every waking wet-dream.

I didn’t talk; my paws were doing enough, scrambling to undo the top button of his pants and unzip him. There was nothing more I wanted in that moment than to be used, suckle on him ‘til he blew, bring him to a point where he never thought feelings like this existed.

My ears were full of the rustle of the pine needles above us, the hush and bubble of the water, and that wonderful false-material crunch of iced snow beneath our paws. I can only give you my best guess at what hit my nose when I finally had his trousers down; fuckin’ heaven! That good enough for ya?! Cos’ that’s how I felt, staring down his bulging underwear and knowing that that unyielding scent of morning-long hiking was there for the taking.

Klaus was already almost there, the wet patch in the pouch enough to let me know how bad he wanted it.

“You’ve been thinkin’ about me again!” I murmured softly, nosing at where the head of his dick throbbed, caught in the cotton and desperate to breathe life into me; hot, sticky, copious life. I always got a kick out of knowing how bad females would want that fecund package, and how lucky I was to be the one on the receiving end of the impregnation.

He’d whimpered when I touched him, hissing between grit teeth as I teased and shifted his aching member in situ; and now his paws were down onto my ears, massaging and gripping them.

I leant in and up, taking a hold of the waistband in my teeth, and gently pulling them down; all the while, my eyes were trained northward, sly slits that met with Klaus’s awestruck look and said now it’s my turn! His length bounded out into the cool mountain air, sprung in red raw readiness to every in-heat creature in a mile’s radius. I wasted no time in engulfing that scent for my own pleasure, sniffing all the way up the underside of his shaft and kissing the sensitive tip.

My tail went crazy as the smell of his excitement grew, crowning out in a foot long weapon that bathed itself in the clear pre juices of his filthy mind. Klaus steadied himself, footpaws a little further apart and grip tightened on my ears, before I rounded on his cock and chowed down. The whimpering of before, evolved into a consistent, low moan that reverberated through his whole body. I was able to feel him shiver as low as that flat stomach of his, as I concentrated a long, slow swallowing action on his ever-redder doghood.

Klaus was so thick and hung, I was only just able to fit half of him in my muzzle, and that was at a stretch! Mind you, it was well worth it. The texture, heat and taste of his organ was pure canine madness; and I was ready to be hauled off in that strait jacket, any day of the week! My nose was wet with his pre-cum and twitching with the richening sweat. My tongue got the salt of his working muscles, of those dimpled sacs of Doberman spunk, and took on the delicate bittersweet of his cunt as it slipped in ever-sorer thrusts to my tonsils and back. I couldn’t get enough! I honestly couldn’t say whether once would be enough, my paws eventually feeling forward and rolling his bollocks gently, weighing them and wanting to believe that if I made him orgasm once, he’d have plenty for a second round.

“Scotty, I… ohhhhh fuck! Mmmm, you’re going to make me cum.” There was this semi-relieved, happy lilt in his voice, almost as though he believed that I’d stop.

But I wasn’t the kind of fox to just stop any more. He’d made me into this, this dirty, sly vulpine who was intent on pleasing his wild stud in every way I could conjure. So jog on, dober dog! I’m gonna’ take you to the point of no return, and then you’re gonna’ flood my muzzle with your hot liquid. I have such a vulpic mind between these ears, and I actually have another creed to thank for that!

When Klaus saw me grin whilst my maw was still swallowed around his thick dick, he knew the game was up. I was gonna make ‘im overflow, if it was the last thing I’d do! It was the realization that he’d taught me well, that brought him out and egded him in just the right way. My muzzle sluck up and down on him faster and faster as my paw felt his nuts tighten, and the heat in each vein increase. Then there was the bobbing as I brought my muzzle away and teased him. Then there was that thickening of his precum as it dribbled like watery frosting onto my ready tongue. Then there was the rustle of his footpaws as I heard him grip, and his tail seize up in anguished ticks against the tree trunk.

And oh fuck, then there was that snarl!

All I remember was kissing the very glistening end of his member, before that wild canine music struck every chord inside me and made me jump; but it was never far enough away to escape being grabbed roughly by my ears and brought back down to take his cock deep into my muzzle once again…. Twice more…

“Grrrrrrrr, you slutty fox, I’m gonna soak you!”

Three times…

“Huh huh huh,… f…fu….fuck! Nnnhhhhhh, he…. Here … it……”

And a fourth thrust into my waiting maw was the straw that broke the dam! Klaus moaned out loud, unable to finish his sentence, but perfectly able to bury his dick in my mouth and spurt a heavy load of cum down my throat. A strand of bubbly, lust-driven saliva hit the bridge of my muzzle as he came, a result of his panting for relief and a perfect, thinner microcosm of the cumshot that he’d just pumped into my thirsty maw. My tongue felt upward to caress and lick his underside, sodden with white liquid and still spasming; I was swallowing everything he had to offer, so I could only guess whether he was still in the throes of that volcanic release.

My senses were loaded with a vaguely chloric, sweet mineral aroma, lifted off my tongue that was still bathed in his warm seed. The smells of the forest and of the mountains around us had completely disappeared in those moments, replaced by the flesh and grit of a Doberman to whom I owed a good, thorough sucking! Well, at least that’s how Klaus described it after he’d got himself together again and kissed me to enjoy his own flavor, rich on my breath. This was after he had made sure he hadn’t hurt my ears in the process of his blind pleasure. So thoughtful!

But to be frank, I loved the pain. He yanked them, squeezed them and dug into me; but the gush of fluid I got in return, and the smell of him enjoying himself, was more than enough to block it all out. I wasn’t sure whether I needed any lunch after that!