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The closer we got to the end of the term, the more distracted Klaus became.

It really started to worry me when he actually just burst into tears randomly one evening, just as I was about to sink myself onto him for another wild ride. All he would tell me was that it wasn’t me. Phew! I can’t tell you how relieved I was. I thought I’d screwed it up again. But yeah, he just wouldn’t elaborate and sat on the edge of the bed with his paws down between his thighs; and those perky cropped ears were now folding over like arrowheads made of molasses, slowly melting over cardiac coals.

I got him his favorite green tea, and we sat together barefurred and just chatted. He seemed to feel better after a while, but became sad and droopy when he cast his eyes over those architecture magazines. I was quite the opposite, as I was keen to see where his designs were being brought to life. All these exotic places, some of which I’d never heard of.

“You’ll take me there one day, right?” I said it with as much bounce as I could, trying to cheer him up; but it had the opposite effect. More tears.

I tried to forget about having to leave him every evening, cos’ I wasn’t sure what was wrong; but I was soon to be enlightened.

“Yo Scotty!”

“Hm?” I was tummy down on my bed, dreamily doodling away in the shape of love-hearts and the letter K, when Kal invited himself in.

“I thought your friend from England was stayin’ with us longer.”

“What do ya’ mean?” I got up in more anger than anything else; the teasing had started again.

“Well the board in the lobby says he’s like graduating next month.”

“Fuck off Kal! I’m not falling for that!”

“No Scotty, I’m serious!”

I was gonna’ humor him if it just got them all off of my goddamn back! I fucking hated jealous tail. With a new shirt loosely around me and two-thirds length cargos draped off my ass, I padded out with Kal and down the stairs to the bulletin board that hung by the exit.

Architecture - M.Arch

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Cholmondely, Klaus J.R

I honestly don’t know how I felt. My eyes trained at that name and the date of his graduation, and everything went numb; ears, tail and paws. I was still a full fucking year away from finishing, and he hadn’t told me?! Perhaps I was so frickin’ angry, I can’t remember how I truly reacted. That night I did go over to Klaus’s place and sat by his door until he came home from classes; and what I saw and smelled, I was not happy with! He waltzes through the door with some cheap-ass Alsatian on his paw, a female at that, laughing and smiling like nothing had happened; but then he saw me, and the joking and shit stopped.

I walked right up to him, tears streaming down my cheeks and a snarl tearing through my muzzle. I don’t usually get so angry.

“I guess I know where I belong in your life.”

And I couldn’t take it any longer, dashing out of the building and leaving him with his latest conquest. He called after me in that echoing Anglian purity, but I wasn’t in the mood. Nothing could bring me back from this, something I saw as a betrayal. In that instant, I felt so silly to have believed so earnestly that I was ever going to be his one and only.

Then the emotional blackmail started. His voice messages and emails sent me into a spin, and I was brave enough to actually go along to the ceremony and watch him collect his Masters. I could see him looking around for me, and just generally seeming very withdrawn and upset; even in the class photo, the brashness had gone.

So I remained caught between a cock and a hard place; my need for the love of someone exactly like Klaus, versus my anger at being kept in the dark on practically everything. I still spent hours alone in my room almost obsessively pawing-off to the photos he’d given me; so much so, that I’d start crying and hug the pictures to me as soon as I had finished. His not being in my everyday life was killing me, but it was only when a letter appeared under the door of our flat a week later that I realized how much I was truly missing the scent and body of that handsome English dog.

“Mail’s here!” Luka was never very discreet or subtle. We had all turned to look at him and, in the end, I sighed and got to my paws to find out what had been left for us.

For some reason, when I had that folded piece of paper in my paws, I knew what it was before I even read it.

I don’t blame you for feeling mad at me. I just wanted to at least leave you this note to say that I love you. I’m sorry I couldn’t be the support and strength you deserve, and I’m sorry I used you. This is never going to come out right, no matter how many times I apologize. Stay safe and well, and keep smiling. Yours, Klaus

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I was out that door faster than a greased fox in an all-wolf shower, speeding down the stairs as fast as my footpaws could carry me; but his bus had already gone and I was left standing in the road, alone again.

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After my own graduation, I slunk home to Caninville, Indiana and the dreariness of a lakeside winter that seemed to go on and on. I was on auto-pilot really, focusing solely on my computer design and building my own little one-fox business out of one of my Dad’s apartments.

I tried my very best not to think about Klaus. I’d read somewhere that he was making a go of it back home in London, and some of his more prominent designs were nearing completion in the far east. There was even a profile of him in some monthly publication. It was in the rack at the Laundromat downtown, and I sat reading about my once soft, gentle English lover, and how professional and successful he was in his field.

My mind was lost halfway between anger and upset as I saw his full body photo there in the centerfold, smart in his tieless suit and shades, leant up against some modernist rendition of a hospital or apartment block. I went through a whole bottle of red wine that night. Puked my guts up the following morning, then felt like a fool as I showed potential clients my new software programs with an ice pack between my ears and over my tail.

I didn’t get that contract, funnily enough!

But apparently, all was not lost. I think it must’ve been November the following year that I got a call, completely out of the blue, asking me to go out to Montana for a long weekend in order to discuss investment in my business. I was a little shocked at how enthusiastic the guy sounded over the phone, and how he only wanted me to attend to get the very best out of what I had to offer.

So with little to hold me to a very quiet northwest Indiana, I got my ears trimmed inside and out, my ruff smartened and my tail properly groomed before packing a case and heading to O’Hare, bright and early one Thursday morning. Now, I fucking hate airports! Hate ‘em! Manhandling my tail, going through my things; sometimes I expect them to say drop your pants, and cum on the conveyor belt, sir! They don’t want much; just a pint of blood and more fur-to-fur contact than some couples see in an entire lifetime of marriage.

But that morning, I was more lost than usual. This rather anonymous phone call had spawned my air ticket and instructions in the mail but a couple of days after; and it said I had to join VulponAir flight D083 which was departing from terminal seven.

No terminal seven!

Great! Just great! So me being me, I looked around for the nearest CBP officer to ask; and it was this very ominous malinois type guy with a muzzle and eyes so dark, it was impossible to tell whether he ever smiled.

“Excuse me sir! Could you direct me to terminal seven please?”

He looks at me and huffs.

“You have your paperwork, sir?” OK so I bet he gets tired of being asked every goddamn thing, but there was no need for him to make it so obvious.

“I sure do!” I hand it over and it’s just about snatched away from me.

“You need to get on the ATS and go to the end of the line. There’s a VulponAir desk at the far side of the airport.” He pointed away towards the monorail thing, and I just smiled and nodded.

Off I go, case in tow and still wondering whether accepting this offer was such a good idea. I got to the flight desk and a smart young vixen took my bag and checked me in, myself being still none the wiser. There was a plush waiting area that overlooked the tarmac, so I took to a comfy seat and watched the kerosene-fuelled world charge up and down outside. The smells of fresh coffee, sun-warmed leather and magazine ink was rich on the nose, and I remember being offered reading material by another smartly dressed concierge. I felt so out of place. I sat there, almost hunched over in my seat, afraid of marking the material, paws down between my thighs and tail firmly still.

Good Morning and welcome to Chicago O’Hare International Airport. Passengers for VulponAir flight D083 to Foxtail, Montana are invited to board at their leisure through gate number one. Please have your passports and boarding cards to paw. Thank you.

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I guess I should’ve clicked straight away when the announcer was a Brit; and he seemed so familiar. It was a curiosity at the time though, and my mind was on catching my flight. The last thing I needed was to miss the damned thing!

Up I go and I’m the only one in line, and feeling a complete tool! I look around me and wonder whether this was the right terminal, right gate, right fucking day?! This had to be so many levels of wrong; didn’t it?

Not that you’ll see me passing up all that footpaw room that I could have with a near empty jet. I was kinda loving it in a weird, confused, never-flown-many-places-on-my-own kinda way. The staff, who had gathered to outnumber me by five to one, checked my documents and I padded on down the walkway, the fresh breeze from the outside tinted slightly with fumes and that distinct smell of warm concrete. So I’m walkin’ and walkin’… and still fuckin’ walkin’, before I finally come to a set of stairs going down to the open air. I remember looking askance at the exit below me, and wondering whether the plane had taken off without me.

Curiosity killed the fox! I kept thinking to myself as I eventually came out into the daylight and, lo and behold, there was someone to greet me.

“Good morning Mr Hanson. If you’d like to follow me.” It was a very smartly uniformed young Alsatian stewardess, her ears spliced by an angled beret and every inch of her fur shocks of gold, straw and black in the painfully bright sun.

I shielded my eyes from the sunlight as I followed her a short distance, rounding a cargo container and laying eyes on a private jet with the door and stairs open to the apron.

“This… this is the Montana flight right?” I started to hesitate as I put my right footpaw on the first rung of the stairs, getting a bright smiled nod as my reply.

Dayum! It’s all I could think of. This was the last thing I expected.

I followed the stewardess up and into the cabin, saying hello to the flight deck as I went and was now directed to my right and the main body of the aircraft. It was absolutely stunning. Decked out in white and cream with two comfy armchairs to the left and a long sofa to the right, it was the epitome of luxury. I could see and smell a fully stocked bar at the back, and doubtlessly the aromas of frying meat were coming from the small, but well equipped galley.

It was only now that I noticed I wasn’t alone after all. There was someone sitting in the chair to the left, facing against the direction of travel.

“All passengers boarded, sir.” The stewardess leant around me and spoke to the seemingly empty cabin.

“Thank you Laura. Whenever the lads are ready, we can go.”

My heart practically skipped a beat, and my tail went north; it was that voice again. And now the chair turned, spinning slowly to face me.

“Welcome aboard, Scotty.”

“Klaus?!” I don’t think my muzzle has ever felt a smile like the one I had on my face in that moment, or has since. I was left totally speechless, still stood in the front end of the plane and staring with this wonderful incredulity at the handsome Doberman sat before me.

He was ever so smart too. Proper tux, minus the jacket and tie though; white shirt undone at the top button, midnight black trousers and fox shaped cufflinks on each wrist.

“How did you like my first go at announcing, huh?”

“It was you!”

“That’s right! Come on, don’t just stand there. Come sit.”

I tentatively padded in, the lush carpet soft under my paws. Sitting with my tail curled to one side, I went all shy when his eyes lay on me.

“I… I didn’t think I’d see you again.”

“I was going to make sure of it.” Klaus leant forward, placing both paws on my knees, “I’ve missed you too much and… well, this is my way of making it up to you.”

“All this? You did this for me?”

He just nodded and smiled, turning in his chair and beckoning some refreshment from the front.

“Champagne?” Every white-furred part of me went bright pink. I was scarcely able to believe any of this. I held out the empty glass and Laura, the stewardess, came by and topped me up.

We were in the air moments later, and I sat there coddling my glass as though it were my life’s worth.

“I never forgave myself for keeping all that from you, you know.” He had a withdrawn look on his muzzle as we climbed out of O’Hare, those deep ochre eyes lost and swimming. You could see them mirroring the cotton wool clouds and the patchwork industry dotted below; our vessel was truly the needle pulling the thread tight, rising up and away to fulfill the stitch and lay it to rest like the hedges that lined the fevered forehead of America. It had brought us back together, mending the cut and making amends, “I’ve not stopped. Never for a second did I think I’d ever settle down, but… I think I’ve found the one who can keep me under wraps.”

I blushed as he paused, shying away to gaze out my own window.

“To us.” Klaus had undone his belt and taken back his glass, leaning forward to raise it to the air.

“To… to us.” I honestly didn’t know how to explain how I felt. It was a mix of sadness from having missed him so, combined with confusion as to where we were really going and what we were gonna’ do.

“Just… just so that I have this straight…” I wandered a paw thoughtfully around the rim of my glass, “there’s no job is there? I mean, where we’re goin’.”

Klaus grinned and turned in his seat, seeing that Laura was ensconced with reading a magazine of some sort; and now he turned back to me, getting out of his seat and slowly kneeling in front of my chair.

“Not unless you count this one!”

He leant in and undid my pants, snuzzling his muzzle down across my lower tummy and then finding purchase on my hardening dick.

“Oh fuck… oh Klaus” I put my drink down before my paws started to grip the arms of the chair as he skillfully took me in, all the way in, right to the back of his throat. His paws shuffled my pants lower until they were around my hocks, then I felt his cold nose nuzzle and press against my white-furred balls.

“These have to come off!” Klaus pulled away and flung my trousers to one side, before returning to my aching crotch.

I could feel his paws under my thighs, inching between my fur and the chair. The way he licked me, the way he made me drip; I was in absolute knots, my head back against the rest and moaning out to the ceiling.

“Mmm.” He murmured and came to prowl over me, both paws on either arm of the chair and his muzzle touching mine, “you know these chairs… recline?!”

No sooner had he said it, the chair tipped backward to lay flat giving me the shock of my life, and leaving me half-naked and prone. Klaus was undoing his shirt buttons now and I could smell the hard-on pressing against his pants, that musky air of in-heat, sweaty dog that I have always craved. I could tell he’d still been hard at work on that body. As soon as he let that shirt slip off his shoulders, I whimpered out loud cos’ all my fantasies about him, my endless dreaming and lusting after him over those lonely months apart, were woven into that delicate, exotic scent that now hit my nose. Klaus’s stomach was as flat and kissable as I remember, that cute little tuft of black and tan fun running down from his belly button to wander the eye to that damp patch that was spiking from his pants.

He started to tease me, padding around to where my head was and grinning down at me, one paw on his fly.

“You want this?” He murmured in a beautifully salacious whisper, enough to make me bite my bottom lip and feel my tail bat in frustration, squeezed down against the chair, “you want this… big… dog… dick?”

Every word was met with that zip falling lower and lower, his musk smoking out and the top vein of that rippling member given room to pulse in the cool cabin air. All I could do was nod desperately, whining, drooling and training my eyes on that thick knob like a starving, rabid fox.

Klaus let his pants fall to the floor, leaving him stood there barefurred, legs slightly apart and paws down at his sides; it was ready, willing, wild masculinity in its rawest form, and I was his prey. I loved the way he grew harder and harder as I watched, drenching his cock in oil and teasing himself with the slick pleasure of it running everywhere. I was still lying there in spread-eagled surrender and waiting to be taken; he just knew how to drive me crazy, to the point where I’d have to pin him down and skewer myself on his thick doghood.

“Fasten your seatbelt.” The dobe rounded me, slipping down between my legs and giving me this amazing, horny look; his mouth was clasped gently over my left ear now, gnawing on it softly, before he whispered.., “there’s about to be some turbulence!”

No sooner had he fell silent, I gasped out loud, gripping my paws into his back. Hearing him say these things not only made me unbelievably pent up, but I could now feel his thick, wet tip slide into my needy tailhole. I arched and shivered in his grasp as he took me, relaxing and realizing with a snarl that I had every last inch of him inside; and then the rhythm started, a vicious, bucking push and pull that made each hair on my tail twinge. My ears were full of his soft, panting breath, the tart wisp of the alcohol, the beautifully acrid smell of the join between us; my yielding muscle, and his musky length.

I wrapped my legs up and around his waist, opening myself up to a harder, deeper pounding; and oh fuck, it felt amazing! I tried my best to contain what I was feeling, cos’ my tail was getting a complete quarrying.

“We’re… we’re being watched you know?!” Klaus suddenly stopped, his dick hilted inside me and a grin coursing across his muzzle.

“Oh my god, we are?!”

He nodded back over his right shoulder, and I caught sight of a most perturbed looking Laura.

“I think she’s really disappointed. Reckon she’d like to join in?” He winked at me; horny devil!

I didn’t know whether that was a sneaky English distraction tactic, cos’ no sooner had he made the “suggestion”, he pulled his hips away then thrust them back between me, making me yelp with pleasure. His movements got harder and faster, his muscular arms propped to the chair growing shaky and tense, the veins standing out and pulsing like swelling country streams doused in a lampless rural night.

Klaus’s sweat started to drip down those gorgeous ears, onto his muzzle and down onto my head. These sentient daggers were victimless today, left to quiver and take in every single whimper and moan I was able to utter in thanks. I was soon far too far gone to be saved, and I was loving every minute of being that amazingly helpless. Every thrust was now a full twelve-inch running-through, giving Klaus that needy look of possession, a hot studly junkyard dog in the city heat getting his rocks off in the hardest way possible.

“F..fi.. finish me off, please! I n.. I need it.” I could barely speak, my maw dry with having hung open for so long.

Klaus just snarled at me, head gazing back down to where his dick met my body, rocking me back and forth like a finite metronome.

“Do it, cum in me! Oh fuck… Klaus. Oh Klaus!” I clung to him, my paws digging into his shoulders now, and feeling the vibration of every heartbeat and rough growl he gave as a reply.

“Rrrrr… fuck!” And those hips pumped faster still, spearing my insides and leaving me in tears of ecstasy as the heat and beat of his cock at its deepest, pushed me into orgasm.

I shuddered and arched back into the chair as I came, releasing a sticky pool of cum onto my belly and mixing it with the already heady mixture of male heat, sweat and sex.

“Rrrrrr huh huh huh… here it… here it comes!”

“Yes!”

“You ready for it?”

“Yes, fuck y… yeah!” I was still reeling from my own climax, and feeling the spasms that were developing and peaking in Klaus’s girth, was reigniting that blissful soreness in my tailhole; a perfect stretched, fullness that was only ever going to lead to one thing.

My big Doberman struck himself forward, then pulled back before, with a weakening in that growl, he thrust into me with everything he had. With a struggling look on his muzzle and eyes wide to catch every last second of the moment – the blur of the windows, of me and of my prone, cum-soaked fur - he yelped out loud, evolving this throaty pleasure into what could only be described as a deep, accomplished growl.

The scrunch and scratch of leather in his powerful paws, the gritting and bearing of those sharp teeth, and the prominence of each run of blood in his upper body were every possible epitome of the enraptured male. I just had to reach up as he filled me, stroking in awe down the front of his powerful throat and across his sweat-wet sternum.

I could feel his spunk drip down over my ass, smell it, hear his huge shaft slide, flesh on tight flesh, in a salacious syrup of his pleasure and mine. He puffed out his cheeks before looking back down at me with a smile, my footpaws still prone around the small of his back and his dick still balls-deep in my tailhole.

“I love you, fox of mine.”

My tears of pleasure were now tears of happiness, our rampant coupling comforted even in its death with just the most wonderful token of his heart. I could feel him moving inside me, his liquid soaking me, the sweet aching feeling of being so wonderfully full of flesh and heat; anyone can bareback your ass, but only the very special ones smell, look and sound like the Doberman who possessed me in this moment.

I don’t remember responding, other than to enjoy his kiss; deep, velvet rolls of that chiseled muzzle that made your maw water for more. The jet had all mod-cons and we were able to shower and jump into plush white dressing gowns to ride out the rest of the relatively short flight. I felt so snug and warm in my seat opposite him, my tail finally still and content, and my tailhole sore but satisfied. Him! He had done that to me; and I was so glad of it! Klaus was slurping happily at his green tea, stopping with his maw at the lip to smile at me. He’d caught me in a moment of daydream, just smitten and head over paws in love with him all over again; but this time, this time dude, it was reciprocated in just the sweetest waves of bodily agony that any fox could possibly wish for.

We got dressed again for landing, Laura still totally pissed at not having been a part of the festivities. To be honest, I was glad of it, no offence! Klaus might be into pussy, but I’m not. He still teased her as we got up to disembark.

“Cheer up love!” He nudged her gently and winked, “go on, get your tits out for the lads!”

“Pervert” And smack went that paw right across his muzzle!

Ouch!

“Hmm!” Klaus just smiled slyly and padded away with me, down the steps and onto the concrete, “and she was so much more receptive when I was tongue deep in her pussy.”

I turned round, spun on the steps to stare back at him.

“Joking!”

“Bastard!” I murmured with a bright smile; he was such a lech!

We went from the plane straight into this sleek, black helicopter. I’d never been in one myself, although Klaus said I looked adorable in my headset, which of course made me blush again. The posh looking thing whisked us away up into the lakes and mountains, slinking across Montana in effortless comfort with the most handsome, black-furred stud at my side; my conqueror, my owner, and my lover. Felt so fuckin good to be at this point; never thought I’d ever get the chance!

“Totally away from everything out here” It was a heightened voice over the sound of the blades, leaning in towards me to let me know where we were headed, “no interference from the outside, no TV, no computers oh and…”

Yeah, and what he did next, reminded me so much of why I loved him. He goes ahead and opens the slide window of the chopper, before slinging his phone out! So frickin’ spontaneous and cool!

“This weekend is going to be all… about… you!” He touched his nose to mine, and I felt my triangle ears attempt to fold back in shyness against the headphones. It only ever made me more excited at the prospect of having him all to myself.