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Once again, I've turned a quick story idea into thirteen pages of pornography (at least there's some minor character development!). For the record, I know that I've tagged an earlier story with watersports even though it barely had anything, but I really mean it on this one. If you want to skip it, though (or if you're trying to search for it) it starts a little bit after the word "dwindling". Thanks for reading, I had a lot of fun with this! I think I'm going to do Hold Me Forever pt. 2 next week, I've got some good ideas brewing.

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David trudged at the back of the line, capping off the group from the path behind them. The forest was hot and muggy, the smell of bug spray and sunscreen wilting David's mood as it wafted heavily through the air. The skinny man had never really been much of a hiker, but months ago he had vowed to start doing something to ensure he wouldn't die of heart disease at the age of thirty. He didn't want to play any sports, which ruled out most of his options. Something about being outdoors called to him, though, and eventually he found a hiking group that was free to join.

A quiet clink resonated in the human's ears, coaxing his mind back into a cogent awareness. He paused, watching the distance grow between him and the hikers ahead, and looked to his left and right. His water bottle had slipped away from the confines of his backpack and was rolling back down the path in a sinuous arc. David scampered towards it, trying to reach the bottle before it picked up too much speed or was thrown into the dense bush surrounding them. As he chased the bottle down, he felt his foot begin to slip. The wet ground at the side of the trail slid effortlessly away from his boot, sending him towards the ground. David tried to throw his arms out in front of him, but he only managed to hit his elbow hard against the wet earth, propelling him into the bushes.

David was only moving for a few seconds, but it felt like hours as the sharp brambles and twigs scratched at his scrunched face and rolled him further from the trail. The air sputtered out of his lungs as his chest hit the ground with a heavy thump, leaving him voiceless and gasping for air. His eyes were red, tearing up from the scratches he wore on his face and arms. He pressed down on the damp forest floor with his palms, freeing his chest from its own weight. His breathing steadied, clearing his mind to take stock of his injuries. Timidly, he began to move his legs and arms. Everything seemed fine. He ran his right hand over his ribs, making sure they were intact. He sighed in relief once he was confident nothing was broken. David scanned the area around him, trying to find his way back to the path, but found himself disoriented by the homogenous sea of foliage around him. Where had he come from?

Cracking his stiff knuckles, Arthur took in the mass of sensation around him. Some hikers were frozen in place, breathing heavily and basking in relief that they were able to take a break. Others chatted, either amongst themselves or over fragile cell connections. Arthur wasn't interested in chatting with just anyone, however. The fox scanned the clearing where his hiking companions were strewn, looking for the dark-skinned human he'd been eying earlier. Perhaps he'd have the courage to go say hello.

Despite his efforts, Arthur couldn't find any trace of the man he sought. Confused, he wondered if he'd strayed from the group during the break. The reddish fox perked up as filaments of wind danced around him, carrying the muted scent of the human's sweat on it. Arthur stood, feeling the soft ground conform to his bare feet. He turned in the direction of the faint odour, letting himself become lost to his sense of smell as he traced a path in his mind.

Arthur kept walking, confused by the apparent distance he needed to travel. The scent was growing much stronger as he followed it, reinforcing his will. His footsteps were nearly soundless under his paw pads, silenced on his instincts. As the smell reached its strongest, the fox lit up as his eyes fell over the human's body. The situation, however, looked a little more grim than he expected. He was sitting on the ground against a tree, covered in dirt and scratches.

“Are you okay?"

As Arthur called out, the human jumped, his body stiffening before slowly calming down and looking to the source of the noise. His expression quickly became a smile, seeing his apparent rescuer, and he replied.

“I fell off the path, but I'm alright. I couldn't get a cell connection."

The human was quiet, clearly more distressed than he let on.

“Thank you. It was pretty freaky," he continued.

Arthur was surprised. Nobody in the group had noticed that he'd fallen, and he'd come looking out of his own curiosity. The human stood up.

“I'm David. Where's everyone else?" He put out his hand.

Arthur limply shook it.

“Oh. They're taking a break a little further down the trail. Arthur, by the way."

“And where is the trail? I've been trying to figure that out for a little while now." David sniffled and laughed to ease the tension.

Arthur turned around, ready to point and lead the human back, but all of the trees around him looked foreign. He'd been so focussed on smelling his way to David that he hadn't paid attention to where exactly he went.

“I... “

Arthur turned back, looking at David.

“I have no idea."

David scowled momentarily.

“Well, other people are still looking for me, right?"

Arthur hesitated.

“I'm the only one who noticed you weren't there."

Silence crept over the two, only the sounds of forest life disturbing the quiet.

“I think we're both kind of screwed."

David looked up into the tall fox's wide emerald eyes, feeling anger bubble from within him. His fears had been lifted momentarily, only to be struck down upon him twice as hard. He could feel heat in his reddening cheeks as he sighed out in a feeling of sickening fear and anger.

“What the fuck! Who in their right mind notices somebody missing, and then doesn't tell anybody! Holy shit! I can't fucking believe it!"

A hot tear cut down David's cheek as he felt himself choking in anguish. He searched for some sort of magical profanity that could make himself feel better, but his hands began to shake instead. He slapped his palms up to his cheeks, covering his eyes with his slitted fingers as his weary mind throbbed. He turned away, the thought of being seen by someone else sour and repulsive in his distressed mind.

Arthur stood still in shock, his tail hanging stiffly behind his body. He hadn't meant to cause this. He had come to introduce himself to the cute little human, to see where things might go. The serene image of the other man in his mind faded as his words bore at the fox, being replaced with a feeling of dread. The fox took a deep breath, trying to contain himself.

“I'm trying to help."

The wind coldly rustled between leaves and branches, reinforcing the silence between the two.

“Town's that way." The fox pointed. His speech was forced and monotonous.

“I'm going," Arthur continued. “But not without you. Com'on."

Twigs snapped under the vulpine's feet with each heavy step away from the human. He paused, looking over his shoulder. Head hung, the human stood unmoved in the distance. He began pacing towards the canid he'd so recently berated, closing their distance. Seeing this, Arthur began walking again.

The two wordlessly hiked for over an hour, both cooling down significantly as they did. David was again at the back of the line, regretting his rash behaviour what still felt like moments ago. He stepped through an apology in his mind line by line, trying to salve his self loathing.

“I'm sorry."

The lanky canid stopped walking, his white-tipped tail freezing in the air.

“I was scared. I felt vulnerable. And that made me angry."

The fox turned his head over his shoulder, looking at the human behind him. His face was reddish again, his hands nervously crossed.

“I shouldn't have yelled at you."

Slowly, Arthur felt the earlier image he'd had of the human recrystallize. There was a timid sweetness about him that had gone ignored earlier, a broken longing that steered his actions. As he remembered why he'd come for the human in the first place, the fox smiled.

“Don't worry about it," he happily replied.

“I promise you're going to be okay."

The human's sickened face turned into a smile for a moment as his eyes locked with Arthur's. The fox's expression had never appeared particularly hostile, but now his emeralds glistened, a good luck charm to ward off the bad stuff. David blushed a little, captivated by the lovely canid.

Arthur's face contorted in thought, foreshadowing an idea.

“Hey, are you getting any reception here?"

The two pulled out their phones in tandem, holding them high in the air in a desperate attempt to find a cellular signal. David shouted out in excitement.

“Oh shit! I totally did for a second."

The phones began waving more rapidly in their outstretched arms, David beginning to walk in a circle to cover more area. He slowed, eventually lowering his phone and intently watching the screen. His smile didn't fade, and Arthur halted his own search.

“Did you get a signal?"

The human nodded rapidly, shakily opening the phone app and dialing a number. It didn't feel suiting to call the police over being lost, but David didn't have any other ideas. He figured that their situation could very well turn into an emergency if they had some bad luck.

Arthur watched silently as David began talking. The human was rather cute when he was happy, and the fox couldn't help but infectiously smile. Beneath his gladness that the ordeal was over, Arthur realised that he was a little sad that he and the human were parting. The phone call lasted for a while, the operator having David describe his surroundings, confirm the path he'd been hiking on, and give her GPS coordinates from his phone. It began to taper off, the human gushing a string of various thank-yous before hanging up the phone.

“It's good news, but we're going to be here for a while."

Arthur's ears perked up quizzically, their reddish tips parting a soft breeze.

“How long?"

“The operator said anywhere from four to six hours for them to get here. Apparently this is a protected forest, so the rescue team can't use any vehicles to get here."

“I can live with that."

The two were quiet for a moment.

“What are we going to do?"

Arthur looked at his phone, tapping around the screen before loosely spinning it around in his fingers, orienting it so that the human could see.

“I'm probably going to read a book I've had on here for a while."

David flipped through his own phone, indexing its contents.

“I don't have anything good in here. Why does everything need the internet?"

Sitting down against a boulder, Arthur spoke invitingly.

“Do you want me to read it to you?"

David looked up surprisedly. The offer was incredibly kind, and he didn't have anything better to do.

“Uhh… Wow, sure. You really don't have to do this, it's my own fault for getting us lost in the first place."

The fox chuckled as his bushy tail swept over the ground.

“I won't hold it against you. We might have to take turns though, there's no way I'm reading a book out loud for six hours."

“You've got a deal."

David sat down on top of a rock nearby, leaning against a tree behind it. Before the fox started to read, the human remembered a question he'd been meaning to ask.

“Hey Arthur," He began.

“Yeah?" The fox looked up quizzically.

'How'd you find me in the first place?"

The human was gazing up at the sky, and missed the vulpine's embarrassed expression.

“Oh, well… I sniffed you out, I guess. Foxes and whatnot."

David had further questions.

“Couldn't you have done the same thing to get back to the others?"

He looked down, seeing the flushing fox. His eyes were furtive, looking anywhere but at the human.

“No, I didn't… Okay, look, I couldn't have found them because I didn't really pay attention to how they smelled in the first place."

David considered this, eventually misconstruing the fox's intentions.

“Wait, you remembered how I smelled?"

He looked at the fox.

“Oh god, do I smell awful or something?"

Frantically, he tried to remember if he had put on deodorant, or perhaps forgotten to shower. He stopped as Arthur laughed a bit.

“No, no. Kind of the opposite."

The canid wore a quiet smile on his thin lips, looking back to the book. Before the human could ask any further questions, he began to loudly read.

“Chapter one."

Two hours passed, the two alternating who was reading. They chatted sporadically throughout the story, watching the sky grow darker as they did. As David read, Arthur scanned over his lean body. He'd initially been sitting up, but the stiffness and discomfort of using a rock as a chair had led him to writhe in search of a better seating position. Currently, he was lying over a log, stomach facing the sky and his legs and head arched downwards. It didn't look particularly comfortable.

“Hey, wanna take a turn? My voice is getting a little tired."

As the human spoke, he shifted again, his body contorting as he awkwardly slithered off of the log. The fox looked at him, gently smiling and saying nothing. He used his paw to comb through the matted fur on his head, then slowly stood from the rock where he sat.

David watched the fox right himself and pace towards him. His hands stretched down towards the seated human, beckoning to him. At first, the human thought he wanted his phone back, but he quickly realized that wasn't the case. David looked up into his eyes curiously as he took the fox's paws in his palms, interlacing his slight fingers with Arthur's less agile digits. He felt upward force on his hands, and stood up with the fox's help.

David was a few inches shorter than Arthur, perhaps over half a foot if the fox's perky ears were included. The fox freed his arms and wrapped them around the human, pulling him into a hug as he pressed the right side of his muzzle against David's cheek. As he squeezed the human's back in his paws, he felt slender arms wrap around his own body.

“You smell fantastic."

David could hear the fox taking a deep breath over his shoulder. His hands slithered up and down over Arthur's back, his shirt hiding the gorgeous bounty of silky fur beneath. Arthur pulled his head back, lining up his eyes with the human's.

“Do you want to get a little closer?"

David could feel the fox's moist breath on his lips as he spoke. His heart was racing, the handsome canid coming on to him seemingly out of nowhere. It felt fantastic to be in someone's arms, the stressful day behind him sublimating away as they embraced. David didn't know what to say, so he didn't.

Arthur felt the human quickly kiss him on the lips, withdrawing a moment later. The fox angled his head as he leaned in to return the favor. Because of his muzzle, he had to turn his face sideways to actually have any fun with kissing. He gently licked at the human's lips, his wide tongue wetting them swiftly. David surrendered to the fox, opening his mouth and letting the vulpine lean in to mesh his muzzle over his mouth. The long flat tongue rubbed against his own, conforming to its shape as it moved. Arthur shuddered as the human lapped at one of his fangs, lightly pushing against the sharp tooth. David moved his hands, sliding them under the waist of the fox's shirt to let him at the warm fur beneath. Arthur soon followed suit, feeling the soft brown skin under his paw pads. Thick vulpine saliva pooled on the back of David's tongue, the subtle flavour leaving his taste buds as he mindlessly swallowed it back.

David pulled his head away, softly panting as his heart hammered in his chest.

“Wow."

Arthur softly growled in reply, playfully biting the human's neck. Smoothly, the fox pulled his shirt off of his body, burying the human's head in his musky chestfur. David swooned, taking a deep breath and letting the foxy smell carry his imagination. While the human was distracted, Arthur pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees, exposing his sheath and dangling balls to the forest air. He took a clawed digit on his right hand up to the unknowing human's mouth, pressing it in and feeling the willing man suckle at it. Once it was wet, he pulled the finger away before pressing it deep within his sheath, stirring it around to ensure it was coated in slick fluid. Again, he pressed it into the human's mouth. David cleaned the salty slime off, letting it coat his palate.

“You like that?" The fox whispered.

David pulled his face from the fox's furry chest, seeing him point at his groin. The human nearly fainted as he began to understand the odd situation, being brought back to reality by the vulpine groping at his butt.

David moved his hand downwards, cupping the large sheath within it. It was furred beige like the rest of the fox's chest, but it wore accents of his more characteristic orange too. He stood still, feeling the heat radiate into his palm.

“I've… I've never actually seen a sheath before."

The fox smirked.

“Well, this one's all yours."

Nervously, David bent down onto his knees, looking up at Arthur every few seconds to reassure himself. The sheath was right next to his face, the end glistening wet with a reddish dot in the middle.

“Hey, can humans smell pheromones? I can never remember who can't."

Sheepishly, David looked at the inquiring fox.

“No. I mean, we can smell them, but it's just a smell. We don't have any attachment to them."

“Now I'm curious. How do pheromones smell to you then?"

David giggled. He leaned towards the fox's crotch, taking a deep breath at the opening of his sheath where the smell was the most potent. The musk was overpowering, the salty thickness of it causing David's pants to swell.

“I don't know. I can't pick out what's what down here. It smells fantastic, though."

David licked his lips and batted his eyes for effect as he stared up at the fox.

“I'm happy to hear that. Maybe try sniffing a little lower, it might be a little clearer."

“Good idea."

David's head creeped down a little further, the vulpine's heavy balls dangling in front of him. With his left hand, he pulled the loose sack and egg-sized testicles in it right up to his nose. Burying himself in the furred flesh, he inhaled slowly, letting the musk drown him. It was less salty, carrying a more acidic tang to it. David shivered.

“Still good, but I don't know if I'm just smelling you or the pheromones."

“That's weird. I guess I-"

Arthur's voice cut off sharply as David engulfed his entire scrotum in his mouth. He suckled, wetting the fur with his saliva as he felt the orbs swell his cheeks. Arthur did his best to regain his composure.

“I guess… I guess I'll just have to narrate the pheromones for you then. Wouldn't want you missing out on the secret conversation my body's having with yours."

David didn't reply. His mouth was a little busy. Arthur dramatically sniffed in, nodding his head before speaking.

“That one means that this feels good."

David awkwardly laughed through a mouthful of balls. The feeling of it made Arthur laugh in response, and soon David had to withdraw himself from the testicles to get himself to stop chuckling.

“Thanks, I sure don't want to miss any of those subtle clues in the future."

“You're welcome," The fox replied.

Arthur's face turned quizzical for a moment.

“In the interest of science, I have another idea for something you should smell."

David simply looked up and nodded in waiting. The fox turned his body away from the human, pointing his sheath at the ground and releasing a short arc of golden brown liquid. He stopped suddenly, showing the incredible bladder control that most canids had.

“Now that should be pheromone central. What do you think?"

David turned to the side, crawling over to the patch of wet ground. Bringing his nose close to the surface, he sniffed it shyly.

“Fuck, that's strong. Smells pheromoney."

“Hey, we did it! Good job!"

David giggled, turning back to the appetizing sheath. He squeezed it in his hand, feeling it give like pliable rubber before snapping back into shape. It was hot, and he could feel it pulsing with the fox's rapid heartbeat. Arthur shuddered, feeling the human nervously start to plunge his index finger into the opening. The digit was pinned between the inner wall of his sheath and the soft cock within it, tickling him in places that were generally untouched. David pulled his finger back up, replacing it with two, then three, stroking Arthur's flesh from the inside. With the leverage of three fingers, David managed to coax an inch of flaccid fox cock out of its sheath, a feeling Arthur had never before experienced. He shivered as David sucked on the exposed flesh, hardening as the human tasted the rich muskiness.

The human hungry swallowed down Arthur's precum as the flesh spit it into his mouth. The cock was fully hard now, seven inches of bright pinkish-red meat tantalizing David. He began to slide his mouth up and down along the fox's mast, the meat stinging with the taste of maleness against his tongue. He was able to get it all in his mouth, the member dribbling on the walls of his throat. Arthur shook, putting his paws on David's head to guide him up and down his spire. As David's left hand stroked up and down the furred pelvis, his right began to stroke the foxcock as he freed his head. He moved his head closer to the other male's crotch, pulling his sheath back with he left hand. The human looked in amazement at the member. Before the swelling knot was a thin rope of flesh connecting the cock back into his body, although it was usually hidden by the sheath. David had always found it odd, but seeing it firsthand had his mouth ajar.

He brought his mouth onto the thin flesh, suckling at it from the side and probing his tongue into the sheath. Arthur moaned out into the forest at the new sensation.

“Fuck… You're into a lot of really weird, really good stuff."

David giggled, swallowing the saltiness before returning to the main attraction.

As he sucked at the long cock, he could feel Arthur beginning to thrust between his lips, shakily approaching his orgasm. David fondled the saliva matted balls, excited to feel their heft unloaded. He cupped his hands behind the large, swollen knot, hoping to bring the fox over the edge. He swallowed down the large cock in his mouth, but didn't expect Arthur to thrust at the apex of his stroke. Feeling his jaw spread open, David was shocked as the girthy knot entered his mouth, locking itself inside. Arthur violently called out a yiff into the air as he knotted the human's lips, beginning to belch a glut of potent seed into his throat. David shuddered, trying to breathe as he felt what must have been two cups of watery semen belted against his throat, spilling up against his pinned tongue and coating it. Although the fluid was thin, it carried an intense flavour on top as well as a potent sliminess. The first taste the human experienced was the powerful bit of salt, waves bitterness hitting David's tongue shortly after. The semen was also furtively savoury, toying at the human's taste buds with a subtle alkalinity. David let the sensation wash over him as his mouth and throat were lavished with the vulpine's dwindling emission.

Arthur stroked through David's hair, making sure he could breathe with the knot in his mouth before relaxing. As David exhaled, he could smell the seed inside his throat as the air from his lungs wafted past it.

“For the record, I didn't mean to do that."

For obvious reasons, there was no reply.

“Are you okay?"

David gave a quick thumbs up, reassuring the worried fox.

“There's one more thing I want to do."

The fox paused, brushing his thumb down the human's cheek before continuing.

“If you want me to stop, just do something to let me know."

Although David's head had no capacity to go anywhere in its current situation, Arthur brought his paws in tandem to his hair, pressing his face even further into the furry groin. The fox relaxed his body as a stream of piss began dribbling down the human's throat. It had nowhere to escape, and David was forced to gulp it down as it stained his tongue with a burning saltiness and filled his belly. As Arthur pissed directly into his human, he sniffed the air and began to speak in a low tone.

“This smell means you're mine."

He stopped emptying his bladder for a moment to let David take a few good breaths through his musky fur before resuming to slowly drain himself. David felt bloated as the cum and piss mixed together in his stomach, the acrid liquid weakening his mind. He'd seen the fox's piss earlier, and its concentration was as strong as the dark yellow color had indicated. The spice of ammonia and biting salt immersed his senses fully, almost making his eyes water. Although the liquid was putrid and nearly dehumanizing, David swallowed it eagerly, letting the fox claim him as his cock throbbed in his pants. Eventually, the stream began to weaken, the fox stroking the back of his head as the last drops of strong urine coated his mouth.

Exhausted, David closed his eyes and focussed on taking slow, laboured breaths. The knot filled his mouth entirely, leaving the rest of the shaft to jut out against his throat and making him fight his gag reflex.

“Did you like that?"

David wiggled his head in a stunted nod, instead choosing to just fondle the fox's balls a little. Every breath he took was heavy with the canid's musk, bringing a feeling of safety and belonging.

Slowly, David could feel the large bulb of flesh shrinking back into the fox, relieving some strain from his jaw. The wet cock slipped out of his mouth, coated in a milky film of his piss and cum. David gulped in deep breaths as the fox dick slid into its sheath. David stood, catching his breath and collapsing into the fox's outstretched arms. After they calmed down for a moment, Arthur groped at the human's cock through his pants.

“Don't think I forgot about you, cutie."

David could feel the fox fumbling with his pants, dropping them down to his knees. His paw wrapped around the human's six inches of throbbing flesh, beginning to stroke it.

“I think you'll like this," Arthur continued.

Pulling back David's foreskin, the fox guided the glans of his penis towards his heavy sheath. Fumbling with angles for a moment, Arthur managed to slide the human's smaller cock into his member's hiding place, feeling a weight of pressure spreading the usually closed orifice wide open.

Arthur continued to jerk off the exposed shaft on the cock, grinding his sheath up and down over the head as he did. David's body became limp as he bit his lip, thrusting himself further into the vulpine's sleeve of flesh. Arthur pressed his tongue into the human's mouth as he used his free hand to pull David's lower back closer, driving his cock almost fully into his sheath. David could feel the boundary where his cock travelled past the external sheath, pressing further into the fox's abdomen. The thought alone was enough to make him shudder, the sensation multiplying it tenfold.

David whimpered, feeling wet flesh squeezing his glans as the foxy tongue probed his mouth. His legs tensed as his comparatively small testes pulled up to his body, unloading ropes of cum deep within the fox's sheath.

Arthur bit David's lip gently, feeling the human dangle softly in his arms.

“How was that?"

“Really good," David panted.

“Really good."

Arthur laughed, pulling his hips backwards and watching the human's cock retract from his sheath. Somehow, David had released deep enough that his emission was staying inside, only a small bead of semen leaking out the tight opening.

“David, I really like you."

The human tensed momentarily before yielding his worry to the warm furry body supporting him.

“I really like you too. By the way, I think I can taste pheromones pretty damn well."

Arthur smirked, groping at the human's butt as he whispered a reply.

“I'll have to make sure you get plenty, then. It'd be a shame for you to miss out."