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As his heart pumped faster and faster in his chest the arctic fox ran swiftly through the crowded streets of the fishing town, trying to lose his seemingly-determined wolf persuer around the many corners and allies he had come to learn of from his attempts to find food or anything worth-while. The fox was much thinner than he was when he was a healer and his fur was fairly roughed up from living in the streets for almost a month, all he had now was the clothes on his back. His light grey tattoos that were spread about his body, the pointed oval patterns that led to smaller ovals inside the larger one's were spread around his wrists, forearms, shoulders, thighs and ankles were the only thing clashing with his snow-white fur coat that was - with some lenience - in good condition while his fur brushed past many others fur coats and scales in an attempt to make it away with the red wolfs coin purse. Taru, the fox that was only trying to feed himself did not like stealing from anyone, but if he did not he would soon starve to death, he had tried to find work but to no avail so he was left little choice, he only wished he had chosen someone more easy to rob, the wolf was young and fit.

As Taru glanced behind to try and see the wolf, he could make out the angered features of the red and white furred wolf that must have been at least a foot taller than him and - for that reason - was easily picked out from the crowd. Taru was only about five feet tall and was smaller than most, but the wolf known as Malachi definitely stood out from the crowd as he seemed to be gaining ground on the fox that so stupidly stole from him, if he knew that he was the captain aboard his ship 'The crimson sea dog', he might not have been so hasty to thieve his coin from underneath his muzzle. The clothes upon the fox looked to be in good nick, a creamy coloured sleeveless button-up jacket and some shorts that matched the colour, but his fur was noteably scruffy, so the thought came to Malachi that the clothes must have been stolen as well.

The fox turned a corner and ran into an old abandoned house, the room was dim with the only light coming from the old faded windows and had certainly seen better days. He collapsed on the dusty floor, leaning back on a wall as he tried to catch his breath and listen to see if he had lost his pursuer. He soon heard what he had least hoped for, the wolf's footseps getting ever closer, he would soon be found and would be at the mervy of the red wolf. The fox curled himself up, feeling himself beginning to tremble he tipped his ears back and curled his tail around himself, trying to make himself seem as submissive and harmless as he could and hoped that the wolf would take some amount of pity on him.

Malachi turned a corner he thought he saw the thief go past and saw the abandoned, dilapidated building. He cautiously entered as his eyes slowly adjusted and he called out to the fox, hoping he wouldn't try and jump him in an attack of desperation as well as to see if he was actually in the building. Passing through a doorway into one of the rooms he saw a small figure curled up near a corner, the fox was quietly whimpering and whining, clearly scared to death. He had wrapped his long bushy tail around himself and was shaking furiously. All the anger he had brought up before quickly simmered down to sympathy as Malachi tipped his ears back and gave a somber look to the little thing.

He'd had a hard time, there was no doubt about that. As Malachi took a few steps closer to the poor creature he heard the fox whimper and try and curl himself up ever further, giving a clear impression that he was not wanting to challenge the wolf and instead be submissive and hope for the best. Taru was greatly surprised when the wolf knelt down next to him and rested one of his large paws on his shaking body while his heart pounded in his chest. He then started stroking his large paw through Taru's fur as he spoke up, his voice was fairly masculine, but he made sure to speak in a soft tone to not startle the fox. "Quite a poor thing you are, you don't look the type to be stealing from people. I'll tell you what, I can manage to give you some nice warm food, a place to live in and a warm bed, but I'm no charity, you're going to work for it, understand fox?" He said in a firm tone, with - ironically - a foxy grin across his muzzle.

Taru let out a shaky breath of air, mainly of relief that he wasn't going to abuse the fox and instead possibly offer him a chance of work. His ears perked up and he looked up to the red wolf with a shy smile, nodding eagerly. "Yes, please sir, I would happily work for you if I was paid..." He said, grateful for any offers of work, even if the pay might not be entirely fair, though the wolf seemed at least modest. Malachi chuckled at his eager response and placed both hands on his hips. "You don't even know what the work is yet, pup. What's your name by the way?" He said, cupping his chin and inspecting the fox; Indeed his features were well displayed, his soft yet bright blue eyes hitting a soft spot in the wolf, deciding that if he did a good job, he would indeed pay him handsomely. "Taru, sir... Taru Wight." Said Taru uncertainly. He was desperate for any work, and would not wait to find out what it was before trying to jump at the opportunity. The wolf nodded and looked around, making sure they were secluded from public eye before looking back to the fox and licking his lips. "Well Taru, I've been at sea a long time, and in such close proximity to my crew, I can't be having any fun without people knowing, especially with such cute males like yourself."

From hearing the compliment, the fox blushed heavily and curled his long bushy tail between his legs, still on his knees as he hugged said tail shyly. "Th- thank you sir..." He said quietly, quickly coming to learn what the handsome wolf wanted from him. The small white fox gulped while Malachi began to undress himself, first his jacket and shirt, showing his bright red fur, with a big white patch over his chest and stomach. He would nod in response, still having that grin across his muzzle as he saw the fox blush, so he would move a paw to scruff between the foxes ears a little. "Good boy. Now, help me get these off and enjoy your 'work'." The fox would nod, then cautiously move his paws to the wolf's thighs and slowly tug down his dark pants and undergarments, brushing over his red and white furry tail that swayed seductively behind the captain. Upon doing so he was greeted with a strong musk, the scent of a wolf that rarely washed or had the chance to, yet it wasn't an unpleasant smell, it was... a yearning feeling to inhale the musk, to smell the alpha and to pleasure him. His mild hunger washed away and was replaced with a hunger for the wolf himself, he eyed his furry sack and sheath, the white fur bristling as it was cut off by a thin line of red fur where his balls met, while his dark-red tip poked through the sheath, twitching a little as it came into contact with the open air while his two orbs hung below, the orbs looking heavy, full of the wolf's potent and fertile cub batter. Taru wondered momentarily how many females he had bred with that member, or even if this wasn't his first male encounter before.

The thoughts left him however when the wolf shuffled a little and licked his lips as he sat down on the only chair that wasn't ruined in the room and made a motion with his paw for the fox to undress. He did so without hesitation, removing his grey loin cloth that barely covered him, letting his full body come into view. It was mostly white fur, minus his red cheeks and tattoo's that traversed his form, but the wolf's green eyes were fixed on his new play-things crotch, where his slightly smaller sheath and sack rested. They looked quite large considering the fox's short height, and was quite proud to see he was above average for someone like him, knowing he was at least well-equipped in some manners. "Well now, the ladies would be impressed." He teased, motioning for the fox to get on two knees in front of him, which he did in the blink of an eye, his white tail swaying and curling around his side a little.

Malachi smiled and then lifted one of his legs, letting the fox see the underside of his left footpaw. It was definitely large, but looked delicious with those dark, plush and leathery pads, and the velvety red fur surrounding it, giving off a pugnent yet sweet smell of the male's foot-musk. At this point the fox knew what he was to do, and so he did, closing his eyes as he leaned in to take a long sniff, getting acquainted with the wolf's most interesting and enticing parts. Malachi huffed a single, quiet chuckle. "Good fox, must be a quick learner." He said in almost a whisper before curling his musky toes and pressing his footpaw firmly into the small male's face, making sure he knew he was in charge. As long as the small white one did as he was told however - which he was doing expertly so - he would not have to rough him up at all, he'd clearly been through enough of that already. "Now, if ya' want to taste that warm meal, you'll have to taste my warm pads, get to it."

The fox finished another long sniff of that dominant musk that filled his lungs and breathed out, looking half-lucid as his muzzle was smothered by the larger male's footpaw, though he clearly understood the command and was all-too happy to extend the pink muscle and give a long lap from the ball of his footpaw, right the way up through the smooth leathery pads, the rough musky fur inbetween and to his scrunched up toes, shivering and groaning once he had finished his first lap across the surface of the red wolf's large footpaw. The wolf didn't press him on for now, he was happy getting a tongue-bath and watching the fox worship his feet like they were the most sweet and deilcious treat even a king could have, which the thought alone flattered the wolf some. Throughout the white fox servicing the wolf's feetpaws he idly stroked at his sheath, his thick-red pointed tip slowly growing along with the rest of his girthy rod, throbbing in anticipation to breed the smaller male.

Before long the wet muscle in Taru's muzzle began to tire of such movements, while already thoroughly coated in the musk that the wolf's meaty footpaws carried. And so with a shy gaze up to the wolf, Malachi smirked and withdrew his now-damp feetpaws as he stood, bringing his thick member into clear view of Taru, now being able to smell it much more potently too, which made him gulp as he blushed furiously. "Don't miss a spot now, good kit." He nodded and felt his cheeks burning, feeling both embarrassed and excited. It was clear the red wolf had a good idea of what he might or would have been through, and took pity on the small creature for having endured such things as he would often have much less consideration for his partners - though he would never admit he had a soft spot for Arctic foxes.

Taru eyed the thick, lengthy meat that the wolf proudly displayed and leaned in, extending his tired tongue before slowly dragging it up the hot, thick shaft. The cock-musk filled Taru's senses and made him groan softly as his eyes closed, his tongue touching the tip now as the sticky pre touched his tastebuds. The fox's ears laid back and he swallowed it down, while the wolf let out a hot breath of air and moved a paw to stroke behind the fox's ears. Feeling this affection, he would open wide and move his lips to encase the wolf's tip in his maw, being careful of his predatorial teeth while he moved his muzzle to engulf the thick wolf shaft, slowly beginning to bob his head up and down over the meaty length.

The wolf suddenly took charge, thinking things needed a change of pace as he grabbed a tuft of fur at the fox's head and forced his thick wolf rod further down Taru's throat, both the fox and wolf letting out different muffled moans of enjoyment. Taru's own enjoyment was from one of the wolf's broad footpaws coming to press the fox's cock against his lower-stomach, then begin rubbing those smooth pads over the sensitive flesh of the fox's length, toes easily curling over it and the furry parts of Malachi's soles brushing against the most pleasurable point at Taru's tip. The fox kept on bobbing his head along that thick wolf meat, feeling him coming closer and closer as he himself felt the urge building up inside him, while his elegant and skillful tongue lapped in fluid motions, hearing the wolf louder and louder.

Malachi was at his breaking point now, the fox knew what he was doing and was clearly gifted when it came to sucking wolf cock. He huffed, grunted and growled while keeping ahold of Taru, making sure the pleasure kept on coming until finally, the wolf gave a deep thrust, forcing his swollen knot to Taru's willing maw and letting off a howl of delight as he let go, flooding that hot maw with thick loads of creamy, fertile wolf cum as pleasure surged through the wolf's body. Taru too being at the edge, only needed to feel the jerking of the wolf's footpaw against his sensitive throbbing fox cock, mixed with a fulfilling howl of accomplishment and wolf cum filling his mouth to make his own climax come to be. Their bodies twitched and tingled in pure bliss as they released their love juices in and onto one-another, the Arctic fox swallowing gulp after gulp down eagerly, loving the feeling of his own fox cum being shot in thick ropes far too much to care for the strong, musky taste of the wolf's seed.

Afterwards, the two males were left a panting, sticky mess, Taru resting against the wolf's leg while he leaned back in the chair he still sat in. "Yer, I'd certainly say ya' earned a warm meal, kit, but watch the prices on that menu." He said after a pause with a light chuckle, which Taru smiled tiredly at in return, nuzzling into the wolf's red fur. Once able, they both re-dressed themselves and headed out of the building, the wolf's arm around Taru's shoulder as he gave a wink. They found a comfortable place to settle down in, and each ordered a hearty meal which the wolf paid for, sating two seperate needs in one night for them both.