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The 8th and 13th, an aptly named coffee shop nestled in the corner of two equally named streets, sat on a rather solitary part of town. Jaz always likened it to the sort of place that he'd look at and think to himself that it would be nice to visit, before forgetting about it altogether just a few hours later. Had it not been for Natasha's adamant insistence of having him come visit whenever she closed up shop, it would have flown under the fox's radar. A shame, if he really thought about it, because he could see it being a popular hangout spot.

He always stopped to look at his reflection before walking in, as if he could change anything about his appearance before Natasha saw him. There was nothing he could do about his old clothes, the tires look, or his ungroomed grey fur. But he still looked just in case there was something he could fix. All that Jaz could do tonight was brush down his pants and flick away a stray leaf that had fallen on his shoulder.

"Good enough," he muttered to himself as he spotted Natasha through the café's window.

Every time he walked into the café, Jaz was greeted with the homely scent of roasted coffee and bubbling hot chocolate. A whole day's worth of work had firmly implanted that smell into its surroundings, permeating the furniture and saturating every breath he took. He had already known beforehand that the place would be empty. Hardly anybody gave the 8th a sparing glance so late into the night.

The fox looked to the empty front counter, glanced around the main hall of the café, and then settled into a quiet spot at a corner where two red brick walls closed around his back. Jaz remained there for minutes, sitting and waiting in contemplative silence, until Natasha finally came through from the café's backroom.

He glanced up from between his paws and smiled at the approaching husky. Her face, which almost made her look like she was wearing a white mask, lit up when their eyes met. Already that bushy tail of hers wagged to and fro with little care or control. Natasha flashed him back a toothy grin and set down a freshly prepared cup of hot chocolate in the open space between his paws. "Drink up, Jazzy."

"Thanks, Tasha." Jaz turned his head upward as the curvy husky leaned in toward him in an expectant gesture. He smirked and gave the underside of her chin a slight lick with the tip of his tongue, then did the same to the side of her cheek as Natasha huffed out a silent laugh and massaged his scalp with the tips of her fingers. "Slow day?"

Natasha nodded, and without a moment of hesitation she pulled out a chair and sat down beside him. She took off the black baseball cap that had been clinging to her head all day and draped it over one of the fox's stubby triangular ears like an ornament. He simply let it hang there. With a heavy sigh, her body visibly deflated as she finally allowed herself to relax. "I've never been so bored."

"At least you're off now." He watched as she popped an earbud into her far ear and began scrolling through her music player. Not long after, Jaz could make out the muffled sounds of eccentric guitar riffs and the irregular yet constant beating of a drum. Natasha didn't look up at him as he spoke, but her free ear was still turned in his direction. Wherever he shifted, no matter how slightly, that ear turned to face him directly. "Until next Tuesday, right? You've got the whole weekend off!"

"Mm-hmm." Natasha turned her blue eyes down to her phone, once again scrolling through her list of songs - too many to pick from. "Gonna be great," she murmured under her breath in an obvious mock tone of excitement as she leaned back and set a wide boot up on the table, just inches away from Jaz's hand. She smirked and nudged his fingers with the tip of her boot, earning an annoyed snarl from the fox as he pulled the drink close to his chest.

"Any plans?" Jaz continued after a silent moment. One hand held on to the cup while the other reached for her fingers. He took a careful sip of the hot chocolate and inwardly hissed as it burned the roof of his mouth. Natasha finally turned her eyes toward him, and with it came that knowing smirk he'd grown so used to. With a roll of his eyes he added, "Other than that," even as he felt his heart hammer inside him.

"Aw, come on." The husky anchored her elbow to the chair's armrest and settled her chin into the palm of her hand. "Don't kill the mood. You know you want it."

Jaz's only answer was to busy himself with the cup of hot chocolate. He blamed it for the sudden flush of heat that he felt spread across his face. "Stop thinking with your dick, Tasha. Now, come on. What're you planning for the weekend?" Natasha ignored him, her devious smirk only growing wider. Jaz squinted at her and sighed. "That how we're doing this then?"

Her eyes finally turned back to him. In fact, Natasha went as far as to clear her throat and turn her body enough so that she was fully facing him. Jaz couldn't help himself, finding it impossible to look away from those captivating blue eyes, which didn't so much as waver as her free right hand slunk down and disappeared to the depths between her thick thighs. As if to further accentuate her actions and reaffirm the thoughts running through the fox's head, Natasha slowly spread her legs a little wider and allowed herself to let go of that breath of air she'd been holding. Low and steady, and with a satisfied smile.

"That feels good," confidently spoke the husky in a sultry tone as she exhaled once more. She fully opened her eyes and grinned. Jaz was shifting uncomfortably in his seat. A small wave of embarrassment was making its way through him. His eyes would constantly dart over her shoulder to gaze at the door of the café, as if he was expecting somebody to come in at any second. Without fail, those cute eyes of his would fall back on her.

"Dick," he finally spoke after gently nibbling on his lower lip. His voice only had a half-hearted annoyance. He really didn't mind what was happening right now.

"Yeah. That's what you said, right?" Natasha shifted in her seat and slumped further downward. Her ass practically hung off the edge as the back of her head rested against the chair's backrest. "Thinking with my dick." Her fingers teased against her growing bulge, claws lightly scratching little trails down the length of her concealed shaft. She patted her lap and made an effort of squeezing her thickened bulge with the palm of her hand, "C'mere, Jazzy. Let Tasha show you a good time."

"Tasha," chided the fox as his eyes settled on the rod of flesh that ran down the length of her thigh and ended halfway to her knee. It throbbed hard, visibly tenting her jeans. He unknowingly licked his lips and gulped, "Seriously? Here?"

"Come on, Jazzy. You're gonna make me work for it?" Natasha let out an airy sigh of pleasure as her hand ran down the length of her dick. "I haven't seen you in days."

He rolled his eyes and took another sip of the liquid chocolate. The one hand that wasn't busy holding on to the cup somehow made its way to her thigh. He felt her shiver in response. "You're exaggerating. Geez, Tasha." Her blue eyes squinting down to mere slivers on her face made him smile. "You already forget about last night?"

"Mmph... You sure as hell can bet that I haven't forgotten." The only thing that stopped Natasha from stroking herself over her jeans was the gentle touch of the fox's soft paw. She moved her hand from her twitching cock and placed it atop his own hand. "But it feels like it's been days. Seriously. Between the absolute monotonous bullshit that today has been, and not seeing ya since last night..." Natasha shrugged as her hand guided his own up along the inside of her thigh. "Feels like I'm going into a rut, Jazzy."

"Uhuh." Jaz pulled his hand back before it reached where she wanted it to go, the base of her shaft. Instead he opted to rubbing the inside of her thigh in slow and delicate circles. "And that's my problem... how, exactly?"

Despite his teasing, Natasha managed a grin. She closed her legs a bit to let that pressure of her dick intensify against her jeans. "You're my boyfriend. It's practically in the job description."

"Well, yeah. But..." He scoffed and laughed and rolled his eyes. For Natasha, it was a bad attempt at hiding how nervous he'd become. "Not here."

"Hell yes!" She slammed a fist down against the table, rattling and nearly knocking over his cup of chocolate. The sudden intensity of it nearly caused Jaz's heart to jump out of his throat. "I wanna pound that bubble butt till I fill ya full of cream!"

"L-Lower your...!" Jaz glanced around, eyes wide, his ears twitching with agitation. He could hear his heart beating in his ears as blood rushed with every pump down between his legs. The bulge in his pants was obvious; even Natasha, with her lust-addled mind, could see it. He finally spoke after a minute of silence, his voice a low whisper as if he were trying to hide their conversation even though they were the only two left at the café. "... Do you really have to say it like that?"

"Yep!" She had a twisted grin playing across her face. "We could go all night, cutie. Got enough loads in here," the husky grabbed at her crotch, where Jaz knew two balls the size of a large apple each were nestled tight against one another, "to break ya in for a looong time. Whaddaya think?"

"I think..." Jaz sucked on the inside of his bottom lip. He was salivating. "... You're really fucking horny right now. You need to, you know, take a step back and think for a second." With the back of his paw he waved around himself, bringing her attention, if only briefly, at their setting. "We can't do that here. And besides, you haven't even -"

"Sure we can," retorted Natasha, abruptly cutting off the fox, before adding in her matter-of-fact voice, "No cameras in the lobby, and last I checked there was a big ol' sign out front that reads 'Sorry, We're Closed!' And since I have the keys to the front door..." she let her words hang on the air for a second. She could see his pupils dilate slightly as he let out a shaky breath of air. The fox didn't do a good job at hiding his own arousal. "I can pound that ass, and none would be the wiser - other than us. Right here, right now."

"You're..." Jaz sighed. Natasha's eyes flicked downward, drawing his attention to that space between her thighs. Even with her black jeans, the fox could make out a damp spot that was starting to form halfway down her right thigh - the spot where the tip of her cock pressed against the rough fabric of her jeans. "You already locked the front door?" she smiled wide and nodded. "Jesus, Tasha."

"What?" She said in a defensive tone. "I'm just being honest. And along that vein, I know you're hardly as annoyed as you're making yourself out to be. Tsk, tsk." The way she clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth pried his eyes away from her twitching bulge. Her icy blue eyes stared, wide and full of expectation. "Playing games, cutie. Really making me work for this one."

"I'm hardly 'making you work'," he said with a roll of his eyes. The cup of chocolate was empty at this point, but he still twirled the glass in his hands as if there were any liquid left inside. Kept his mind occupied from... other things. "And I'm not playing games either. And... you can stop looking at me like that, Tasha, I know what you're thinking."

"So you're not annoyed!" she asserted triumphantly. With the way she was acting, he almost expected her to jump up and beat her chest in victory.

"No!"

"Hah! I fucking knew it!" Jaz couldn't have made himself sound any more annoyed, but that was the beauty of it all for Natasha. She loved breaking down his little arguments. Natasha chuckled, making no attempt at hiding her amusement, which only worked in flustering her boyfriend.

Had he bit down on his lip any harder, he would have started tasting blood. But it was all Jaz could do to keep himself from blurting out the first thing that came to mind. It wasn't easy - the scent in the air was intoxicating, now that the wonderful aroma of hot chocolate wasn't masking it. That heady smell that almost made his mouth water all on its own.

The silence was not the welcome relief he'd expected. Instead, Jaz only felt all the more pressured by her ever-staring eyes, which didn't so much as blink as he visibly rummaged through his thoughts.

Finally, Natasha raised her hand and rolled her fingers in the air, silently hurrying him along.

"You can't hold out 'till tonight?" He asked while openly staring at her crotch. Jaz gulped and licked his lips every time the bulge visibly tented her jeans with a particularly hard throb. Natasha merely shook her head in response. "That pent up, huh...?"

"C'mere and see for yourself." Natasha finally sat upright on her chair. Even though she maintained a rather cool composure, which admittedly did wonders to the fox, he could still see the blur that was her shaggy tail waving to and fro with visible excitement. Every single part of the husky's body betrayed how she felt. Natasha patted her lap once more with one hand and crooked her finer in a come-hither motion with the other.

"You're a real fucking horndog." He got up and stood between her legs, somewhat uncertain on how he should proceed, and hoping that the husky didn't catch on to it. She nodded at his accusation, taking it like the compliment she wanted it to be, and laughed alongside Jaz's short and throaty chuckle. "I guess I'm no better either."

Had she not been so smug about it, Jaz would have found her soft chuckle and wicked grin endearing. It simply screamed of someone that was savouring every second of their victory - in this case, Natasha had him right where she wanted him. Jaz frowned up at her as he got down on his knees and settled into the spot between her thighs.

"No pouting," she spoke as her hand found its spot between his ears. "You look good down there."

"Yeah, I'm sure I fucking do."

"Hey! You really do!" She teased the skin between his ears and rubbed that soft fur of his back and forth until the husky eked out a small smile from him. "There ya go. That's better."

He turned his eyes away from her as his face flushed with another surge of heat. He didn't want Natasha to know he was blushing, otherwise she wouldn't have shut up about it. Even with the coat of grey fur that covered his face, somehow Natasha always seemed to know. The fox instead turned his attention sideways, and like always, he felt a lump start forming at the back of his throat.

Her cock visibly flexed with the beating of her heart, straining hard against the rough fabric of her jeans. To Jaz, it almost looked like that angry pillar of flesh was trying to rend her clothes apart, further invigorated by his presence. His eyes followed every little contour that was perfectly outlined against her black jeans, from the thick midsection of her shaft to the tapered head. He pressed his hand halfway down her length, where the shaft ran thickest, and wordlessly mouthed a silent "Fuck," which only made Natasha chuckle above him.

"C'mon. Don't keep me waiting." Natasha raised her hips as his hand stroked upward along the length of her shaft, stopping only once he felt the dampness of her precum soaked denim. "God that feels good."

"It better feel good." Jaz pressed his other hand against her soft stomach and gently pushed her back against the chair. He could feel his own erection twitching in excitement as he ran his hand back down the length of her shaft, stopping just short of reaching the bulbous knot which so perfectly strained against her clothes. "I'm only doing this here because I love you."

As he said those words, he felt her cock flex hard underneath his fingertips. Natasha's gaze wavered for a moment, and breathlessly she said, "Say that again."

"Oh, now you're gonna get all sappy with me?" teased the fox as he got both hands working on unbuttoning her pants. With some effort, he popped the clasp open, relieving some of the visible tension that had pulled her jeans so taut against her body.

Natasha nodded, her fingers moving from scratching the back of his head to gripping at a tuft of fur around his neck. "When you're saying shit like that, yes!" She laughed as his fingers hooked themselves against the waistband of her jeans, and in a surprisingly hard motion, tugged downward. "Easy, cutie. Just let me - there."

She raised her hips off the chair and watched in excitement as her pants, and the boxers beneath, slipped past her hips and over her ass. Jaz was being deliberately slow about it, undoubtedly savouring every moment as he watched more and more of herself be revealed to him. First the sheath, then a knot just slightly smaller than one of his fists. As he kept tugging on her clothes, Jaz was greeted with a seemingly unending track of canine cock, and didn't stop until the very tip of it had been caught against her boxers.

Jaz licked his lips, and with a final tug, he finally revealed the last bit of it. Natasha audibly sighed with relief as all that built-up tension was suddenly released. Her cock tensed and, in an instant, stood straight upright and with a slight curve, nearly reaching her halfway up Natasha's stomach from where she sat. Jaz could only gaze upward at it, shifting slightly on his knees as his eyes followed a clear trail of precum that began from deep inside her bloated cum vein and gushed out of her urethra.

"Ya gonna stare at it all night, or - oohhh... Fuck." Natasha lost her breath as she felt him nuzzle up against her cock, while both his hands moved to cup her large balls in either palm. He didn't hesitate to lean in and press his warm tongue against the underside of her shaft, at the spot just above her engorged knot. "That's... Jesus, Jazzy. Really going in there, huh?" His reply was to sit and wait, muzzle open, until he felt that distinctly salty flavour spread against his tongue like warm water. With one long and fully-spread lick of his tongue, he lapped up the residue of precum that still clung to the tight veiny skin of her shaft. "That's a good boy."

He flicked upward with the tip of his tongue and brought his head back just in time to see a second helping of her natural lubricant gush straight form the source. "Am I?" His voice wavered halfway toward genuine curiosity, as if he really didn't know if she was being honest. He gave her nuts a gentle squeeze and fondled them between his fingers. "You mean it?"

"The best," murmured the husky as her other hand came down on the base of her shaft. "Fffuck, cutie. If only you knew..." She felt a deep shudder run from the spot where his lips met the underside of her tapered head to the very core of her person. "... just how well you do it for me." She grasped at her knot, grabbing it hard from the bottom, and tugged that sensitive ball of flesh and nerves tight until it swelled within her grasp. "Do that - ahh - that thing you do. C'mon, you know."

"What thing?" he teased with a smirk as he pulled back from her cock. The hand on the back of his head didn't let him get too far as her claws threatened to dig into his skin. "Be specific. Otherwise, well... can't say I'll know what to do."

"F-Fuck off," she snapped with a growl. One large boot kicked down hard against the wooden floor underneath them. "Get those pretty lips around my head and start sucking. Now!"

"So impatient..." Jaz glanced up at the pillar of throbbing flesh that so perfectly encompassed the entirely of his vision. He could just barely make out her face from behind her swollen cock, blissed out in lust and pleasure. The hand that had been so tightly holding to the fur on the back of his head effortlessly guided him upward until the tip of her tapered dick pressed between his lips.

Natasha huffed with an air of satisfaction as she cast her gaze down on the fox. Her snout twisted into a wicked grin as she pushed down on his head while thrusting upward against his lips. Those two large orbs that Jaz kept precariously nestled in his hands tightened up and briefly clenched upward against her body as a second, heavier gout of precum gushed into his mouth in steady pulses that tapered off to a light yet constant trickle.

Trapped by a strong hand and impaled at the mouth by her massive tool, he closed his eyes and suckled on the head of her dick. He struggled to swallow what now felt like a near-constant stream of her juices, with his tongue right up against the underside of her tapered head, pressing down hard against her. With every downward motion he could feel her dick swell up with need, while each upward thrust carried with it another batch of heavy precum that pooled and collected against the back of his slobbering tongue.

"Just like... that." Natasha's head lolled back against the chair as she let off an appreciative moan. "Don't stop, Jazzy. You're doing so well." She grasped herself higher up her length and squeezed tight against her shaft, the sudden pressure of it causing her cock to throb hard inside her hand and in the fox's mouth. Every time that the fox swallowed, she felt the inside of his cheeks tighten around however much Jaz had inside him, all the while his lips pursed tight around her shaft and his tongue thrashed at every inch he could get to.

Natasha began to stroke herself faster. The copious amount of precum and saliva that coated her shaft made it easy for her hand to glide along the surface, up and down, with a slight twist of her wrist every time she bottomed out against her knot.

Jaz on the other hand fell into the right headspace, as if instinct had completely taken over for him. He didn't struggle when she began to press his head in harder against her cock, willingly - or better yet, eagerly - accepting every little bit that she had to offer. His muffled moans echoed against her body and sent another wave of chills throughout her. And those eyes, with his brows perked up slightly and a needy look in them. The juxtaposition of an innocent fox just trying to make her feel good and a slutty man-whore doing his damned best to suck her off for everything she had to offer almost made Natasha burst on the spot.

"Mmmmm... Come on. You can take it deeper." Natasha grinned as he started moving by his own accord. Apparently, he no longer needed her guiding hand. "Deeper," she moaned again, even as Jaz struggled to hold her mouth-filling cock inside him. "To the knot. I know you can... FUCK!" she nearly screamed out in ecstasy when he closed his eyes tight and, with a deep breath, pushed himself down as far as he could go. Even through his light gags, the fox didn't dare stop until his lips kissed against her veiny knot while his tongue drooled over the base of her shaft in near-desperate strokes of lusty madness.

All that the intruder down his throat managed to do was turn him on even more. Even his body, which for the most part had been neglected since he got down on his knees, twitched with the sort of primal satisfaction that he could only get when he knew that he was doing something right to get her rocks off. Natasha's uncharacteristic whimpering was almost music to his ears, and the feeling of her cock stretching out his throat as it bloated with thicker and thicker gouts of precum only worked in breaking what was left of his rational thoughts.

With his nose buried up against her sheath and his lips kissing her knot, Jaz took a deep breath of air and mentally imprinted that wonderful scent of sweat, coffee, and the kind of masculine and feminine musk that only a person like her could have.

"You're perfect!" moaned Natasha as she brought her hips back enough that his lips parted away from their impromptu kiss with her bulging knot. He didn't leave it without having his tongue stroke it on the offbeat. "So... fucking... good." She pressed both her hands against his head and drove him down against her in her upward thrust. The entirety of her shaft, right up to her knot, effortlessly pushed into his throat.

"You ready for me, Jazzy? Gonna stuff ya full of cream. That's what ya want, right? Say it, cutie." She threw her head to the side and loudly announced her pleasure with a primal snarl. Fingers painfully dug into the back of his skull as she pulled him back and forced herself into his throat again and again, reveling in the way her dick throbbed against that strange tightness of his tunnel.

Jaz got plenty of warning: there was Natasha's throaty moans and constant words of praise, her hands didn't quite know where to grab or how hard she should hold on to him, her thighs trembled and closed in around his head while her balls physically and visibly clenched upward against her groin, and her cock throbbed and twitched in needy arousal as it swelled in his mouth. None of it really prepared him for the deluge of cum that forced itself through in a sudden explosion straight down into his gullet.

He struggled to swallow down that first huge shot before the second came in, just as thick and twice as hard, packing against the back of his throat and filling out his mouth to the point that he felt his cheeks start to bulge. Natasha's own moans only grew in fervor as her orgasm carried on for what to him felt like minutes simply by the sheer size of her volume.

The husky stood without warning, forcing Jaz to sit on the back of his legs as her cock slipped free from his packed mouth. Any hope of swallowing it all down left him as her hot cum liberally spilled from between his lips. Natasha held him in place with one hand and used the other to stroke herself fast, her desperate cries drowned out to his ears by the constant schlick that resonated with every stroke of her cock. Those next few ropes of thick cum sprayed hard across his face, coating his grey fur in that off-white colour. With it, she barked a single order. "Open!"

His muzzle parted wide and he let his tongue loll out of his mouth as Natasha angled the head of her dick down toward it. The fox's knees trembled as the last few thick ropes of cum clumsily splattered into his mouth, across his chin, over his nose, and down his chest. It was only when Natasha fell back on the chair with a heavy sigh, her cock still throbbing hard in her hand, that Jaz closed his mouth and swallowed some of what was left inside.

"Fucking... amazing." She spoke between pants of air. She eased herself further back into her seat and looked down at her work. "Ah, fuck. Did I do that?" Natasha didn't sound any bit remorseful - in fact, she held a look of unapologetic pride. She was the artist, and he'd been the canvas she just painted on.

Jaz looked down at himself. There wasn't an inch of his face that didn't feel like it had been layered with a mask of her herm cum. His fur, and even parts of his green shirt, were matted down to his body as if they'd been soaked in water. The fox glanced back up from his sitting position, smiled, and with a slight roll of his eyes, nodded. "Who else, the ghost?"

"Oh, shut up." Her arms hooked themselves below his. Even with that look of satisfied exhaustion, Natasha still found it easy to pull him into her lap. "C'mere, cutie. You did good." The husky pressed her tongue against the side of his cheek and licked upward, taking some of her own cum into her maw. "Real good."

He_felt_ like he did good, but the way she reaffirmed his suspicions, with that tenderness and care she hadn't really shown just a few moments ago, caused a wave of embarrassment to wash over him. He would have turned his head away had Natasha not caught his chin between her fingers and pulled him into a deep kiss that he was all too happy to oblige. Her tongue rubbed against his and explored the inside of his snout while he licked and sucked, only for her to acquiesce as he returned that wonderful gesture. Tug and pull, for near minutes, until the two were left panting for air.

"That's a good look on ya," she spoke as her hands settled on his rump.

"What?" Jaz chuckled, though he tried to seem annoyed. "Cum soaked fox?"

"Yeah! And it's got a real ring to it. Kinda like... Ya know, those really fancy French perfumes."

Jaz giggled and shook his head. "Shut up, you dumb dog."

"Le Cummy Foxy," she mumbled in a bad imitation of a French accent.

"Shut! Up!" he smacked her chest and buried his face against the side of her neck, a flush of red overcoming his cheeks. "I swear to god I get second-hand embarrassment out of you." Jaz opened his eyes again and was met with the sight of her cock, squeezed in tight between both their bodies, pointed up straight at him while still leaking a rather sizable amount of watery cum. "Geez, Tasha. Still hard?"

He felt her heartbeat against his ear. It pounded hard, like she'd just ran a marathon.

"Yeah, but don't worry about. I'm plenty good right now."

"Sure about that?" He reached down and teased the tip of her head with a finger. It twitched at his touch as she hid a moan under the pretext of an annoyed sigh. "Nah, you're not done, Tasha."

"Hm. And here I thought I was being nice by giving ya a break." Natasha held her arms around him, effectively trapping him on her lap, as she looked down at him with cloudy eyes. "I'm gonna make ya feel real good, Jazzy."

"Oh?" He smirked at her as his pants slid out from around his waist. His own cock throbbed hard, leaking an ample amount of precum unto Natasha's balls from all that built up excitement he'd experienced from earlier. She responded by twitching under him and pressing the fox against her until both their dicks rubbed up against one another. "Wonder how you're gonna do that."

"You're just asking for it at this point," she spoke. He nodded against her fur and pressed up against her body. With the way his dick rubbed against hers, Natasha couldn't help but hide slightly moan. Even with how hard she was, everything down there was still sensitive. "God, you really are a slut."

"Ass!" complained Jaz, even as he arched his back when one of her hands moved up from his hip to her lips. She stuck her index and middle finger into her snout, one after the other, and slobbered over each of them until they were thoroughly coated in her saliva. "Don't call me a fucking slut."

"Nah, you're right. Sluts wouldn't willingly let themselves get put into a situation like this one." Natasha grinned, loving the way he raised his tail for her when she brought her hand down from her mouth to his rear. "Presenting your tight bubble butt like that? Getting on your knees in a fucking café, of all places? I can't imagine a slut doing that." Natasha leaned into his ear, nipped at the soft flesh of it, and without warning pushed her index finger past his tight ring and as deep into his ass as she could get it. She spoke at the same time that the fox gasped out breathlessly. "You're just a little man-whore, aren't ya?"

"F-Fuck. Tasha. Ease... ease up a bit." He heaved a sigh and struggled to catch his breath as he felt her finger press down against the inside of his ass, pushing against his walls, gently stretching out his entrance one small bit at a time. She wasn't in a hurry. "Don't say that..."

"It's true. Admit it." She grinned as her finger found his prostate. Just barely grazing that bump of nerves was enough to earn her a deepened moan and a fresh squirt of the fox's warm precum. "Eager little fox. I know what ya want."

Jaz fell forward, burying his face against the side of her neck just when she began to press in that second finger past his sphincter. A slightly pained moan left him, giving the husky some pause when his ass clenched tight against the intruder. Not a moment later, Natasha slipped her middle finger deep inside him, completely filling out his ass.

"You'll get your reward soon enough. But first..." She grinned, holding one hand around the back of his head while the other pumped her fingers in and out of his ass. With every inward thrust, she angled her fingers in a way that they'd rub up against his prostate. Natasha pressed down on that button with enough force that she could feel his whole body tremble with need while gouts of precum gushed against her own cock. "Feels good?"

"Too fucking good," he admitted in between half-breaths. Jaz pressed his hands against her sides and pushed back against her hand, trying his damned best to take her fingers in deeper into his ass. Instead of thrusting them in and out, Natasha opted to grinding her fingers down against his insides, focusing primarily on the pleasure buzzer that threatened to milk him for every drop of cum he had packed inside him. "Don't... don't stop. Please."

She hooked her fingers down and flicked his prostate. Jaz's cock flexed with need while his body struggled to figure out what to do: it looked like half his mind wanted to hump up against her body while the other half was content with pressing back against her hand. His downright desperate movements only made the whole interaction all the more satisfying for her.

"Tell me how you want it, whore."

"F-Faster," moaned Jaz, gasping out with how quickly Natasha reacted. Her fingers picked up the pace inside him, rubbing his prostate back and forth as she pumped her finger in and out of his ass with a renewed pace. "Yesss! Just like that. Just like that." Jaz closed his eyes, unashamedly slobbering on the side of her neck. "You're so good, Tasha. God... god I fucking love you."

"That's it. That's what I like to hear." She drew her fingers back until only the tips were left still inside him. With a desperate whine, Jaz shook his hips from side to side, enticing her to go back in. She was only too happy to comply as, in a sudden thrust, Natasha dug both fingers in to her knuckles, stretching him out until he whimpered in pained pleasure. "Ready for me, Jazzy?"

"I am," he said softly, pushing back just enough to look at her eyes. "You're going to...?"

Natasha nodded. Her own cock was twitching with excitement once more, hard enough that it felt like she was going to burst. She only looked down at it quickly, enough to note just how much precum was leaking out of her again. "We're taking things at my pace tonight, cutie."

As if he had any other choice in the matter. Jaz shifted, only briefly closing his eyes when he felt her fingers finally pop free from his ass. That sudden emptiness left him wanting for more, and without even thinking, he was already pressing himself upward against her until her cock sat nestled between his cheeks. Natasha instinctively began pumping the length of her rod against his ass.

"Stop teasing," he begged as the swollen head of her cock prodded against his entrance over and over again.

"Doesn't it feel good?"

"It... does." He admitted. "But I want it -"

"You'll get it," she said, just as the tapered head of her cock began stretching out his clenching ring. It felt like a vice had suddenly wrapped itself around her sensitive cock, desperately trying to hold her back while the wild clenching of his ass only seemed all the more eager to draw her further in. "Just relax, cutie. Let Tasha do all the work. I promised I'd make ya feel really good."

"I just..."

"Shh." She pressed a finger against his lips and smiled at him. "Let me do the work. You just wrap your arms around me and," with a grunt, Natasha finally popped the rest of her head past his sphincter. Jaz moaned out appreciatively as his back forcibly straightened itself out. It took all of her willpower to not just plough straight through into him. "... and tag along for the ride. Fuck! You're tight."

"And you're fucking huge," Jaz said in between breaths as he glanced down around them. "God, Tasha. Already, mmph, coating my insides?"

She nodded, feeling herself visibly throb as a thick gush of precum sprayed against the fox's prostate with enough force that he felt his own dick throb in response. The hot liquid was but of promise of what was to come, and the prospect of it was enough to get him to eagerly start pushing down on her cum and saliva slickened cock.

The length of her shaft pushed inward, one slow inch at a time, stretching out his tight ass while he struggled to accommodate the thickening, throbbing member within him. Every heavy pulse was met with an equally tight clench around her member, as if his own body didn't want a single inch of her getting out.

"I'm gonna fill you with so much of my doggie cream," she said with an unusual amount of composure as she watched Jaz lose himself in front of her. The fox just nodded along to what she said, the approval in his voice coming along in desperate whimpers that begged for more. "Say you want it."

"I want it," he begged as he locked eyes with her. "I fucking want it, Tasha. P-Please, I..." his voice fizzled out to a whimper as her hands locked themselves tight around his waist. With a sort of gentle precision, Natasha pulled back until half her shaft had freed itself from the tight confines of his tunnel, before slowly pushing back inside until her knot nestled itself against his ass.

It was that constant back and forth motion that kept Jaz just on the edge of absolute bliss. Her deep thrusts held enough force in them that he could _feel_her perfectly as her cock mashed down on his prostate and stretched out his ass, but at the same time she didn't once get any rougher with the fox. Every time she pulled away from his ass, he was left wanting nothing more than to have her back in as deep as he could get her, and when she pushed back in, he could only moan, content with that suddenly-full feeling that kept pushing the boundaries of his pleasure.

Natasha couldn't have been more in tune with his body. With every twitch and throb of his ass and his cock, and every little hitched breath and lusty sigh, the husky got a better bearing on what she should be doing to him. She didn't lie - she was going to make the fox feel the best she could. Satisfied now that she could keep a steady pace going without overwhelming him too much, she held one hand to his hip while the other wrapped itself around his neglected cock. The shaft was coated in his own arousal. Just the lightest graze of her fingers was enough for him to breathlessly pant out his approval.

"Tell me where you're at." Natasha already knew the answer, but she wanted to hear it out of his mouth. Without waiting for a reply, she started to slowly pump his cock to the same pace that she was thrusting her own dick into that supple, soft, pliable ass of his. "Can you go a little longer?"

As if in response, she felt his dick throb under her grasp while a hot spurt of watery precum glided over her fingers. She quickly brought the hand to her lips and licked up his excitement before going back to pumping his shaft to the pace of her fucking.

"I... I'm good," he finally replied as his arms found purchase around her neck. Jaz couldn't look away from Natasha, and she in turn couldn't turn away from him. "It's... really... really good. You can - ah, fuck!"

"I can...?" she wrapped her fingers around his knot and squeezed down on that ball of flesh while simultaneously grinding her own wide knot against his entrance. All it would take was a little push and some effort, and his ass would give way to her. She could do now. "C'mon. Say it."

"Faster," panted Jaz as he closed his eyes, allowing every other sense to overwhelm him as much as he could. "You can go faster."

Not one to disappoint, Natasha braced her hands against fox's ass. She lifted the fox up until just her head teased into his spread entrance, locked eyes with him, and smiled wickedly as she slowly steadily impaled his ass. Every inch was met with a tremble, throb, or whimper out of him, and despite his body's best protest, she didn't stop pushing herself in until her knot pressed tight against him once again. Jaz looked like he wanted to say something, but all that came out of his mouth were breathless moans as she grinded up against him and throbbed hard against his walls. Natasha practically forced him to feel every last inch of her member.

She lifted him again, as slow as she'd gone in, and before he was even halfway out Natasha dropped him back against her cock. Jaz yipped and bit hard on his lip as he felt her cock carve out a path through his tight tunnel. He barely got the time to catch his breath before her hands were raising him once again, now only a quarter of the way out before she again unceremoniously dropped him unto her knot.

The cool and calm composure Natasha had held up was starting to falter away with every other bounce. It was the one thing that turned his blissful grin into a devious smirk. The next time he felt her fully inside him, Jaz clenched himself tight around her and watched as the husky struggled to mutter the words of praise that practically spilled out of her mouth.

He whined just as she started thrusting upward into his ass, meeting him halfway with every downward bounce of his ass. "Come on!" he moaned, and gasped with joy when she held him tight and forced his body still as her cock rammed over and over up against him. "Y-Yes! Just like that!" The fox fell forward, his own dick locked tight between their bodies and spurting a copious amount of pre with the way her shaft grinded down his prostate to the point that even the slightest flick against it would cause him to gush again.

Jaz didn't even have to beg for the knot; Natasha had already made up her mind.

All it took were two forceful thrusts, one meant more as a warning that she was getting ready to tie him and the other as the point of no return. Her hands held him tight as she started forcing her knot into him with each successive thrust, keeping the fox from pulling away whenever the sensation became too much. "Fucking take it!" she snarled as her fingers pushed into his sides, frustrated that he wasn't taking her whole knot in one go. "Take..." she pulled back out, and then rammed herself home, forcibly stretching his ass around her knot until it sat at the widest point, stretching the fox out to his limit. "... it!"

She finally slipped inside him with one final push. His ass clenched tight around the ball, constantly clenching and relaxing and clenching again while he squirmed and fought to keep himself from moaning out his own overwhelming pleasure. He could feel her balls tensing up, that already large knot engorging further, and her cock throbbing with uncontrolled lust, right before a powerful just of cum erupted into him.

That first shot - the sensation of being so utterly filled and taken, only to be further packed in with a hot stream of her virile seed - was enough to push Jaz over the edge he'd been straddling for far too long. His moans finally broke just as he started to cum, trailing ropes of cum across both their stomachs. But that was nothing more than a pinprick compared to what she was doing to him. That first long stroke of cum hardly fizzled into trickle before a second wave surged through her swollen cock and packed in deeper into his ass.

"F-Fuck!" he finally moaned as Natasha grinded up against him. "S-So fucking much."

"Take it all, cutie," she hissed. Her hands were still tight around him, holding him as if she didn't want him to get off. But with how thoroughly knotted he was, there wasn't a chance in hell he would be going anywhere. "Take it... Fuck!" A renewed surge of cum coursed through her vein and exploded deep into him. Even with how much she came, all Natasha could think about was how heavy her balls still felt, and how much more she had to give him. The husky herm pushed herself in further, driving her knot as deep as she could, as the sixth long jet of cum erupted into him.

Jaz lost track of how long her orgasm lasted for. By the time he could no longer feel her hot, thick seed surging upward into the depths of his gut, he felt like he'd lost track of his sanity. He openly drooled over his partner while breathlessly muttering, "Too much," over and over, like some twisted mantra.

Music to Natasha's ears. She threw her head back, for the first time in her minutes long orgasm finally letting go of a breath of air she'd been holding. Her hand lazily moved up to the back of the fox's head, where she idly scratched as he squirmed above her and continued to mutter about just how much cum she'd filled him with.

"There... there..." she pressed a gentle lick against the side of his cheek and laughed.

"Don't..." Jaz sighed, closed his eyes, and buried his face into the side of her neck. The only place he could think of to hide his blush. "Don't laugh, Tasha."

"Let me laugh." She giggled. Natasha could still feel him clenching around her, milking her for every last drop. Even though those powerful jets of cum had finally died down, she could still feel herself trickling whatever was left into him. It felt wonderful. "You're so cute."

"I'm not - w-what is that?" he blinked and pulled back to see her staring down at her phone's screen. "You... didn't..." Without hesitation, Natasha turned her phone's screen toward him. What stared at him was his own reflected image: a drooling fox midway through his orgasm, silently begging with lust-addled eyes for more of what he was taking. She pulled her phone away before he could snatch it out of her hands. "Delete!"

"Hah! No way!" She grinned. "New background."

"Don't you fucking - a-ah!" Natasha tugged back on him. That massive knot pushed against his entrance, threatening to split him open. It shut him up quick. "N-Not fair."

"Love and war," she said, before locking and putting away her phone. "Let me have this one. You're cute when you're cumming your brains out."

"S-Shut up. Geez." He looked away, blushing hard, no longer even trying to hide it. That gentle throb of pain in his ass felt too good, and the constant pressure of her knot against his sphincter only added to that pleasure. "You really have to say it like that?"

"Yep!" she grinned. "How'd you like my doggy cream?"

"God, Tasha." He sighed while aimlessly pressing a hand against his stomach. "It's... good. You're great. You're fucking fantastic."

"Mhm. Mhm. Go on."

"That's all you're getting out of me." He leaned up and licked the bottom of her chin. "Asshole."

"Aww. Don't pout." She teased a finger below his chin and raised his head up. "I'm just teasing. You were amazing."

It got a small laugh out of him. "Yeah, well, you're not the one that has to walk around with your cum stuffed up your ass."

"Just hold it in," she said, "reaaaal tight."

"It... it doesn't work that way, Tasha." He sighed. "God damn, the things I do for you. If someone walked in..."

"But nobody did," she said, "and nobody would have either. You worry too much. Still..." the husky wrapped her arms around his midsection and hugged him tightly. "Thanks. And I'm sorry."

"Geez..." Jaz sucked on his bottom lip, a little taken aback by the sudden shift in mood. Natasha didn't seem particularly saddened, but her expressions and tone spoke of sincerity. "Hey, I was joking earlier about getting all sappy." He reached up and placed his hand against the side of her cheek. Natasha instantly leaned against his touch, and like a kitten rubbed her cheek against his hand, seeking her boyfriend's warmth. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing." She shook her head and nuzzled against his fingers as they scritched around her lower jaw. "I got a little aggressive and pushy."

"And... you're gonna apologize to me about that?" He laughed under his breath. "Come on, you know I can take it."

"You can," she admitted, "but you weren't too keen on the idea of doing anything with me here, and I kind of pushed the topic." She sighed. "Never mind me, I'm just thinking out loud here."

"No, no." He reached around and nudged her chin up a little. "Thinking's good. And it's alright. If you want to apologize, then fine. Apology accepted. If I didn't want it, I wouldn't have done it." Jaz paused a moment, then added off topic. "You're not gonna be around this weekend, are you?"

"Was it that obvious?"

"Noooo," he muttered with a thick tone of sarcasm. Natasha's lips curled back into a silent growl. "Had this whole 'I really need to blow off some steam before the weekend' thing not tipped me off - and mind you, it did - then it was you avoiding my questions earlier." She was undisputedly apologetic; her entire demeaner rapidly shifted from confident to worried. "Granted, we've only been dating a few months -"

"Three and a half months," cut in Natasha.

"- but I'd like to believe I know you somewhat. Even a little. I'm not mad, Tasha, so you can perk those ears of yours back up, hm?" He teased a claw back and forth along the curve of her jaw. "When can I expect you back?"

"Monday morning, at the latest. But don't ya worry those pretty eyes over me. Just stay safe this weekend, alright? I want to spend some time with ya when I get back."

"I still worry," he murmured, "but yeah. I won't do anything stupid." Jaz pressed his hand between her breasts, near where her heart would be, and felt for it its rhythmic beat. "Ready to go home? I'll walk you halfway."

"Walk?" she laughed, and reminded him of their situation with another gentle tug of her knot against his entrance. He sighed out and breathlessly nodded. "We're not going anywhere for a while, Jazzy."

"After."

"Well..." She smirked and leaned in for a kiss. "Yes, you may walk me home. Such a proper gentleman."

"The least I can do," he teased and returned her kiss. "Love you, ya dumb dog."

~~

Jaz had no plans for the weekend. With Natasha out of town, the fox fell back to his old routines: books, computers, and takeout Chinese. It was comfortable and quiet, a shift from the often fast-paced lifestyle that Natasha had dragged him into. One weekend of not going to a bar, spending a day killing himself at the gym, or hitting up the local nightclub wouldn't kill him.

That was, of course, until his phone rang late Friday night, on the fringe hours of midnight. The gentle buzzing against the fox's thigh roused him out of the half-daze he had inadvertently fallen into. He blinked away some the of grogginess and squinted his eyes at his laptop's screen, which shined like a floodlight in the darkness. An old film was still playing - not enough to keep his attention.

Once more, Jaz's phone buzzed against his thigh. He sighed and glared down at the screen. The name GULLY was plastered in bright bold letters, with an image of his feline friend sitting beside it. The black cat's golden eyes stared at him with a slight squint, a look that almost dared him to ignore the call. That smug little smirk didn't help either.

He keyed the answer button, inwardly sighed, and mumbled in a thinly veiled attempt to hide how tired he was. "Hey."

"JAZ!" The fox crooned his head away from the phone as his friend's telltale voice screamed at him from the other end. For a moment, a rush of panic flooded through him. He sat upright and pressed the phone back to his ear. He could make out giggling on the other end of the line. "My boy!"

"Hey Gully." A yawn forced itself out of him, low and slow. As he spoke, Jaz couldn't help but lightly smack his lips, trying to brush away some of the dryness with his tongue. "I... dude, you alright?"

"Yea! Wait - we didn't wake up, right?"

"We?" He shook his head, as if Gully could see him. "N-Nah. I was wide awake. You're with Kira?"

"Hi, Jaz!" Kira's unmistakable cheer carried through flawlessly. "Sorry we woke you!"

"I wasn't asleep. What's up guys - why the call."

"A proposition!" spoke Gully, the excitement clear in his voice.

"A good one," continued Kira a moment afterward, in step with her boyfriend.

"Proposition." Jaz couldn't help but doubt that choice of words. He rolled his head, pulling his phone away from himself. This feline couple was going to kill him. "Alright," he spoke a moment later, "shoot."

Gully's voice took precedent. "You still have that telescope, right? The big one, with the lenses and the stuff?"

"I... ah... yeah. It's here," The fox gave a sideways glance toward his dark apartment, "... somewhere."

"Find it!"

"Uh, why?"

"Well, you know there's a meteor shower tomorrow, right?"

"No, I didn't know."

"Well, get with the times! Kira and I wanna get a good look at them, and maybe do some more stargazing. And, well, you've got a telescope."

"I mean, I do." He scratched the back of his head and slumped back on his seat. "I don't mean to put a - a damper on your plans, or anything. But all this light pollution," he shrugged, again acting as if Gully was staring at him, "you'll be lucky to see a star."

"Hah! Oh..." That laugh said it all to him. "Come on, give us a little more credit. We've thought this whooole thing through."

"Oh, have you?"

"Mhm!" Jaz could almost picture Gully's Cheshire grin. "We're going out to the countryside! Me, Kira," after a pause, he added in a dramatic tone, "and you."

"Am I?"

Kira's voice piped up from the background. "You ARE coming."

"The lady's talked," continued Gully.

Jaz shrugged. "So I'm third wheeling?"

"Nah. Mikey and Ed are tagging along too!"

"Fifth wheeling," replied Jaz dourly.

"Natasha can come along. Plenty of space in the truck!"

"She's out of town," he spoke softly.

"Ah, well... then yeah! You'll be fifth wheeling. Oh, but it'll be fun! And no, we can't just pop around and pick up the telescope. Everyone wants you to come, man!" Gully then added, rather smugly if anything. "I mean, what are you gonna do otherwise. Sit around in your boxers, eating hot chips and what not?"

"I..." Jaz glanced down at himself and frowned. "I don't do that."

"Uhuh. Sure. Come on, it'll be great. Nice weekend camping trip. We'll leave tomorrow morning, camp out the next two nights, and come back Monday."

"Man, Gully..."

"Come ooooonnnn!" whined the feline in a mournful, pleading voice, "Please?"

"Oh... fine." Gully had him wrapped around his fingers the moment the fox picked up the phone, and he knew. Jaz made out a silent 'Told ya', directed at someone other than himself. "When are you coming by?"

"Early! Be ready by eight! Mwuah, bye!"

He'd never been much of an outdoorsman. Besides a pair of old hiking boots he managed to scrounge up from some a storage box he had lying around, Jaz wasn't exactly dressed for a camping trip. It worried him, up until the moment when his group of friends pulled up alongside the curb next to his home in that old beat up blue truck.

None of them, save for Gully, were dressed for the occasion. Jaz wouldn't find a more misplaced band of campers anywhere else.

Gully sat behind the wheel. The black cat looked out the window and waved him over with that same smirk that Jaz had saved on his phone. Riding shotgun was his girlfriend, Kira. Her near-orange fur glowed under the sunlight, beaming almost as much as her smile. The other two passengers, a coyote and a panther respectively, glanced at him from the back, Mikey with a sly grin and Ed with his usual mild expression.

Jaz dragged a solid black case and a duffel bag with him, stuffed both into the boot of the truck, and squeezed into the back, propped right up against Ed's large shoulder.

"Buddy." Ed seemed mildly surprised, though thoroughly pleased, to see Jaz. It had been a while, after all. The big panther's genuinely warm and comfortable smile put the fox at ease. "They dragged you along too?" asked Ed in a somber and rumbling tone. He made a motion out of adjusting his red and black checkered flannel before sighing. "Goodness, Gully. How many more people did you invite?"

Jaz smirked, turning his attention out the window. They were out of his apartment's neighborhood now, and well on their way to taking the freeway out of town. "Didn't you all plan this together?"

"Us?" Ed scoffed and pointed at the driver, "All his idea. You know when he called us?"

"Last night?" He glanced sideways at Ed, who stared at him with a slightly dumbfounded look before nodded in agreement. "Sounds about right."

"You two, behave!" Mikey's voice peeked out from the other end of Ed. The coyote had to lean forward so he could get a look at the fox. "And stop looking so tense. This'll be fun." His yellowed eyes squinted down as he glared at Ed. "God know _you_need the distraction."

"Hey, come on now..." Ed's large shoulders slumped. It wasn't easy for the big man to turn himself toward Mikey, being cramped in the middle. In hindsight, Jaz knew he should've been in that spot, but he wasn't about to complain either. "I apologized."

Jaz blinked. "Another fight?"

"Hardly a fight," started Ed, who was instantly hushed by Mikey's smaller hand pressing against the panther's lips.

"Very much a fight, yes!" Again, the coyote leaned forward so he could look at Jaz from around the panther's large body. "Do you know what he did?"

"Oh, brother..." Gully murmured under his breath as the as he brought the truck into a gradual acceleration. Kira only giggled from behind her hand on the seat ahead.

An exasperated Mikey raised his hands in the air and started listing off his grievances. "The man throws himself on the floor; he covers himself in ketchup, or barbeque, or-or whatever the hell it was; and he lays a knife down next to him! Just... lays there, on the floor, for god know how many hours!" He glared at his partner, crossed his arms, and continued, "and I'm coming from work; I'm tired. I'm exhausted. I see this-this-this lump of something on the ground and I'm like 'Oh my fucking god he's been killed!'"

Much to the coyote's chagrin, Jaz couldn't help but laugh. He tried to stifle the sound with the back of his hand, but it did little in aiding his case. "Why would you - hah! - why would you do that?!"

The panther, Ed, shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know! I... I was bored."

"Bored?!"

"It was stupid prank." Ed once again looked to Mikey, though only out of the side of his eye, as if the large panther was afraid of looking directly at the considerably smaller coyote. "I'm sorry!"

"Hmph."

"Oh, come on now. Don't pout."

"I'm not pouting. Don't you - hey! Put me..." The coyote squirmed in Ed's arms, who so effortlessly picked up and placed Mikey in his lap it seemed like the coyote didn't weigh a thing. "- stop that."

"No." Ed nuzzled his large nose into the back of Mikey's ear. "I'm sorry." His arms wrapped tighter around the coyote's midsection.

"That's... you're... ugh!" Mikey finally gave out under his larger partner's ministrations and relaxed into that hard body beneath him. Jaz couldn't help but smile at the sight, thankful now that he had some smore space to stretch out his legs. "You're going to have to do better than that."

"I will," promised the panther in a husky voice as his rough tongue slicked behind the coyote's ear. Mikey practically purred at that.

The houses around them turned into long stretches of old warehouses and empty roads, then flatlands that went on for miles, and finally the unfamiliar terrain of a rocky hills and rolling forests. Where they once coasted a long a busy freeway, it eventually narrowed down to lonesome stretch of road, hardly large enough to fit their truck, and for miles on end they were the only vehicle in sight. No matter where he looked, or how hard he tried, Jaz couldn't make out a single hiking trail, nor any other sign of life. About the only thing that kept his nerves at ease was the fact that they were on a road, yet even that was starting to give way to nature. Its paved surface cracked away, and in the blink of an eye molded itself into a trail of loose gravel and compact dirt.

Gully had explained it as a spot that a friend told him about, and that friend learned it from somebody else. The only time that the black cat had been down this way was when he and Kira had gone out on one of their weekend hikes, and even then, they were going miles off from any known territory.

"But it's alright!" Gully spoke with all the confidence he could muster. "We've got a map and the world's best navigator at the helm." He nudged his head toward Kira, who rolled her eyes and glanced down at the patch of paper she'd been holding in her hands. "We'll get there eventually."

"Eventually," echoed Jaz, and sighed as he rested his head against his side's window. He thought of Natasha - whatever it is that she was doing - knowing that she would have loved to do this. As much as she was one for nightclubs and bars, she was also a bit of an outdoorsman. But the fox only lingered on those thoughts for a few minutes.

Instead he got to watching the trees go by to the background noise of music blaring over the speakers and the idle conversations that everyone else was having. Occasionally he'd pipe in, say a few things, and go back to staring out into the woods. Massive redwoods went one for miles and miles in every direction, towering overhead like nature's own skyscrapers. Their grandeur was strengthened when the truck finally came to stop, where Jaz could stretch out his legs as he craned his neck upward to stare into the endless canopy overhead.

An odd sensation overcame him as soon as he set foot out of the truck, like a wave of nausea that he never saw coming. Jaz had to prop himself up against the side of the truck, averting his gaze down to the ground while focusing on his shortened breath. With every inhale, the strange scent of ripened fruit overcame his senses. He had to look around himself, and then glanced up at the trees. His nose tracked the scent, but it was nowhere to be found.

It didn't belong here.

Ed was quick to come to his side while everyone else gathered at the other end of the truck. "Buddy?"

"I... I'm good." Jaz closed his eyes, licking his lower lip while trying to wet his suddenly dry throat with a wad of saliva. "Just dizzy. It was a long ride."

"Are you sure?" He placed a large paw on Jaz's shoulder and gently massaged it with a back and forth motion. "Here. Water. I think you're parched."

"Maybe." He took the canteen off the panther's hands and drank a swig of the still frigid liquid. He let out an audible ahh, and handed back the canteen to his friend. "Thanks Ed. Hey... uh." His nose twitched. "You smell anything strange?"

"Uh... Everything smells weird here." Ed glanced around himself. "Like what?"

"Like fruit," explained Jaz. "You know, like a mango. A whole bunch of mangos."

"No, nothing like that." Ed sniffed. "No mangos. We sure didn't bring any either."

"Oh... okay." Jaz shook his head and straightened out with a small push against the side of the truck. "Never mind. I'm better now." He glanced around himself. "Look at this place."

"Big trees," murmured Ed, his voice full of awe and wonder, as he looked up alongside jaz with a hand covered over his brow.

Mikey laughed, coming around the truck just as Ed said those words. He patted the panther on his lower back and slipped his body up alongside his. "Well aren't you the eloquent one."

"Well... they're big." His large smile was infectious. Jaz couldn't help but mimic it. "Never seen anything like it in my life."

"Never?" questioned Mikey. The coyote's voice fell to a more respectful silence. "Really?"

"Never."

"Well." He took the panther's hand and nudged his head toward a small trail - hardly visible, if you hadn't known where to look. "Let's walk, big guy. I'll tell you all about them."

Jaz blinked, suddenly finding himself alone by the truck. There was that smell again, stronger now. And not just around him. Jaz followed his nose and, sure enough, found that it was coming from one specific part of the woods. Sickly sweet, and to Jaz, mildly intoxicating. He wavered on the spot for a second, enough so that he forcibly refocused his attention back to the anything other than that spot of the woods.

He gathered the things he'd brought with him, the telescope's case and his own duffel bag, and hurried along toward the trail, taking up the rear of the pack as Mikey and Ed took center stage while Gully and Kira headed up the front. The fox only spared one casual glance over his shoulder, just as the trees seemed to close in around them.

"Two nights," he reminded himself as a cold shiver worked its way down his spine. Jaz looked around and noted how dark the forest was, even with the sun baring down overhead. He really had to squint to see more than a few yards ahead of himself, and even then, the general lack of any outstanding features amongst the foliage just made everything blend into itself.

An uneasy feeling followed him for the next hour, one which kept him from lagging behind too far. Like he was being watched from somewhere beyond the trees. But with everyone's spirits so high, and nobody acting as uncomfortable as he felt, Jaz merely chalked it up to his own vivid imagination. Now that he was so close to the group, the smell of ripe fruit no longer seemed to permeate the forest so strongly.

Nothing worth worrying about. He wouldn't be the downer of the group.

The path they took gave way to a small clearing, and from Gully's excited smiles, this was where they were going to be camping out. He lazily pointed out to one end of the woods and spoke, "Out that way there's this beautiful lake - simply incredible. You guys are going to love it! That's where we'll set up the telescope tonight, look at some stars, the moon, and hopefully catch some meteors as well."

At the end of the day, once all their tents had been set out and all the equipment was ready to be used, Jaz could see why Gully had been so adamant about coming down here.

There was something breathtaking about the isolating beauty of the forest, especially once the sun went down and the moon started rearing its silver head. The bright yellows of the forest shifted to a comfortable and warm orange, before they were all suddenly engulfed in a sea of black, dark purple, and ethereal silver. The lake Gully had pointed out, where everyone now gathered on the fringe hours of the night, reflected the moon's surface back at them. Even if it didn't make looking at stars any easier, it was better than trying to spot one in town.

Nighttime didn't quell any of Jaz's worries. Where before he felt like someone had been watching him, now there was nothing but the overwhelming sensation that someone, or something, was breathing down his neck. Despite the familiar presence of his friends, his eyes were constantly drawn to a dark spot across the lake.

Nobody else seemed to notice it - that mass of... something. A darker lump of shadow amongst shadows.

"That one up there," murmured Mikey as he nestled himself further into the panther's lap, "that's called the Small Dipper. See, because of the way it's shaped?" Jaz forced himself to look away with a shaky breath and stared up at the sky to the spot that Mikey had pointed to.

"I..." The panther laughed and stared pointedly to where the coyote was gesturing. "I don't see it."

"There!" continued Mikey, stretching out his arm further. "Guys, help me."

Kira piped up from next to them. She was resting her head on Gully's shoulder. "Ed, you see that really bright star in the sky?"

"Yeah!" Ed smiled. "That's the North Star. I know that one."

The moon was reflected across the surface of the lake. Jaz's eyes followed its mirror image, which shimmered as the water rippled by some unseen force, then once again fell to an area on the other side of the lake. The fox cradled his can of beer close to himself, and in some vain attempt at calming his nerves, took a couple sips of the now-warm beverage.

"- the tip of the handle." Kira had kept talking. Jaz hadn't been paying attention. "You follow it down, see those other bright stars? That's the rest of the handle."

"Ooohhh." Ed rubbed his chin with one large hand as the other held tightly to Mikey's midsection. "Amazing!"

"You're so easily amused," whispered Mikey as he turned his head up to press a kiss against the underside of the panther's chin. "You see it now?"

"Yeah! Little dipper. Like a spoon."

"Or a dipper." Mikey turned his hand down. "If it wasn't for the trees, you'd probably be able to see the Big Dipper too. Right, Jaz?"

"There's a bigger one?"

Jaz nodded absentmindedly, stuttering a "Y-yeah," as he squinted to get a better look at that mass of shadow that he could swear he saw moving - a small shift in its stance, as if it was somebody putting the weight of their body from one leg to the other. "What he said."

"Hey, Jaz. You doing alright bud?" Hints of worry permeated Ed's voice. The panther reached out with his large hand and pressed it against Jaz's shoulder, bringing him out of his self-induced haze.

"Ah, he's good." Gully laughed. "He's just drank a bit too much."

Kira scolded her partner with a click of her tongue. "Don't tease him." She still looked around Ed to Jaz, just in case.

"It's good, he's right." The fox let out a forced laugh as he once again forced his attention away from the far side of the lake and back up to the stars. "How'd you like stargazing, Ed? Sorry we couldn't catch any meteors tonight."

"Oh no, it was wonderful." Ed clutched Mikey closer to himself and nuzzled his nose between the coyote's ears. Mikey giggled softly and closed his eyes. "All those star clusters - whatever you called them - they're pretty."

"Mhm." Jaz took the half-drank can of beer he'd been cradling in his hands and tipped the rim back against his lips. The contents of it had pretty much lost all of its taste, what little there had been to start with. He drank the rest of it in a couple of gulps and set the can down beside himself. "That's what you call an asterism, Ed. There's other's too. Orion's Belt, the Northern Cross... uh..."

"The Great Square of Pegasus!" chimed Gully.

"The Southern Cross!" mumbled Mikey before pressing a drowsy kiss on his boyfriend's cheek.

"The Winter Hexagon!" continued Kira with a huff of pride in her contribution.

"Kemble's Cascade!" finished Jaz. He looked at the group and smiled.

"The... what?"

"Kemble's Cascade," he repeated. Gully shook his head.

Ed rested his chin down against the top of Mikey's head, closed his eyes, and sighed. "Really makes you think, doesn't it?"

"About what?" Jaz looked at the two. Mikey was struggling to stay awake, all cradled in his boyfriend's arms.

"Everything."

"Hmm..." Gully pulled Kira closer to himself. "Anything specific."

"Just thinking out loud, that's all." Ed nonchalantly licked the top of Mikey's head, whose ears fluttered as if to shoo away a fly. "There's all those galaxies way up there. And all those galaxies have all those stars. And all those stars have, you know, a buncha little planets all around it. Who knows how many there are."

"Billions," hummed Gully.

"Trillions and trillions," corrected Jaz as he pictured everything that Ed was saying. He dipped his bare heels into the lake's frigid water. "It's, ah..." out of the corner of his eye, Jaz saw it shift again. He busied himself with another can of beer. "... it's a wonder."

The panther nodded. "And we know so little about them. Let alone, how little we know about our own sun, and the planets near us, and our own planet for that matter. I mean, sheesh, we're small, aren't we?"

"We are," said Kira. "Isn't it wonderful?"

"I don't know about that." Even in the dark, Jaz could make out Ed's slight frown. The panther's eyes fell down on Mikey - it seemed like the one thing right now that was keeping his spirits up. "Makes you feel insignificant. A little meaningless."

"Well, when you think about it that way, then yes, that does kind of suck." Kira glanced sideways at her friend, then shifted a little so she could look at Jaz, whose attention was fixed squarely to the other side of the lake. She glanced over there out of curiosity but saw nothing out of the ordinary. "But look at it this way - considering we're sooo small in the greater scheme of things, we've still accomplished so much. I mean..." she pointed up at the full moon as her voice took on a tone of near disbelief, "we've put people up there. Actual living beings from our earth built a rocket and shot people into space; they landed on the moon and came back, safe and sound.

"Yeah!" Ed smiled. It was always easy to cheer that panther up. "Well, isn't that a wonder, huh?"

"It is," reassured Jaz. The panther flashed him a happy grin, the fox returning it twofold. "Who knows. Maybe one day you'll be up there, Ed."

"Hah!" His laugh echoed like a wail across the lake. The way it bounced against the trees almost made it seem like they were surrounded by a feral pack of Eds. "In another life maybe."

Out of his periphery, Jaz could see Kira leaning into Gully's ear and whispering something into his ear. The cat let out an obviously exaggerated yawn while stretching out his arms. "Ah, well. It's getting late. I think I'm gonna head in."

"Me too," said Kira as she grabbed on to Gully's shoulder and walked him toward the tents. "See ya all tomorrow. Don't forget we're up early for a hike!"

Jaz fell back against the grass as his heels dipped further into the lake. "I'm gonna stay a little longer."

"Are you sure?" Ed stood with Mikey. He carried the coyote in his arms, almost like a baby.

The fox nodded and smiled up at the two. "I'll up there soon. Just gonna, you know, relax a little."

"Alright. Don't... don't stay too long, okay friend?" There was clear worry in Ed's voice as he nudged Jaz's shoulder with the side of his muddy boot. "You heard the boss, we're up early tomorrow."

"I heard her, I heard her." He smiled at them. "Goodnight, you two."

"Night, Jaz." Ed glanced down at the coyote and nudged his ear with the tip of his nose. "Hey, Em..."

"Y-Yeah!" Mikey's eyes fluttered open. "G'night Jaz." The two went out somewhere behind Jaz without sparing a glance back, and disappeared beyond the trees toward the tents.

Jaz heaved out a heavy sigh as he once again turned his attention to the moon and the stars. Now that they were all gone, he could really focus on everything around him. Those curious smells and the sounds that echoed across the forest. Just like Ed's voice, the cries of these animals almost made it seem as if he were surrounded by them at all sides. Nocturnal birds periodically whistled their existence from their perch on the trees. Some he could recognize, while others were completely alien to him.

It wasn't long after that the overbearing sense of being watched came back over him. He felt a chill run down his spine as his eyes reluctantly tracked from the sky to the mass of shadowy trees across the lake. He didn't want to look. Everything in him said that it was a bad idea, but Jaz couldn't stop himself either. He had to look, if anything to make sure he wasn't going crazy.

Jaz sat up, a hand held tight to his throat. He could feel his beating heart against his fingertips. Nothing moved, not like it had before. Was his mind playing tricks on him? It was his only wish, but whenever he tried to look away, a sense of dread overcame him.

And that peculiar scent... Now that he was alone, the fox couldn't help but take note of it. Like the sickly sweet of rotting meat or an overripe fruit. His small nose twitched as he sniffed at the air. That scent permeated his surroundings, crisscrossing back and forth like the tracks of an animal, but it came strongest from the one spot his eyes had been drawn toward the entire night.

Across the lake, in a dark spot tucked away between a mass of towering redwoods.

"I shouldn't," he said to himself out loud in some attempt at convincing himself to stop, even as the fox pulled his bare feet out of the water and braced a hand against the loamy dirt underneath him. "I really, really shouldn't." He spared a glance back up the hill, where his friends had disappeared to. None of them had reacted like he had; no mention of curious smells or strange sensations.

So... maybe he really was going crazy. Just his nerves playing tricks on him, or he simply missed having Natasha next to him. They were all good enough reasons for him to gather his things and take the trek uphill. Camp out with his friends, enjoy the rest of the weekend, and forget about this whole thing ever happening.

But whatever ungodly force had drawn his eyes across the lake, it had also compelled him to not act on his sense of self-preservation. Jaz fished into his pocket and dug out his cellphone - a hasty check of it showed there was still a few hours' worth of battery left. Even though he already knew the answer, Jaz still checked to see if he could get any signal out here. He desperately wanted to give Natasha a call, or at least send her a message, but being so far into the wilderness took those options away from him.

He sighed, tail slinking between his legs as his triangular ears fell flat on his head. Jaz turned his phone around and shined its torch out to the ground ahead of him. The bright beam of white light carved out a path through the darkness, offering no real sense of comfort as Jaz took the first of many careful and nervous steps around the circumference of the lake's shore. He only spared a cautious glance back over his shoulder, a cold shiver running down his spine when he moved his eyes away from the spot across the lake.

Whatever was there... if anything was there... Jaz just had to make sure.

Now it was impossible to ignore. Jaz got around to the other side of the lake and stopped just short of the spot where that acrid and sweet smell was coming from. Where there had once been a dark lump of shadow pasted against the background of the trees now was only an empty circle, the underbrush of which had been recently disturbed. Jaz shined his light down at the ground and crouched down until he could feel the ground underneath him, as cold as the lake had been.

"Nothing," he whispered, though he didn't dare stand back up. He just stared at the ground with a lump in his throat, knowing well that he'd made a mistake coming this way. The prospect of walking back to the camp felt like a daunting task - simply trekking around the lake seemed impossible. Especially now, when he knew that something was definitely watching him.

They weren't alone. He'd known since the moment that he and his friends made it into the woods; a gut feeling that nagged at him every second of the day. But he ignored it, chalking up the feeling to anything other than what he'd been imagining could be out there.

The crackling of leaves and the crunch of stray twigs alerted the fox of something behind him, standing right at the water's edge. And it was big - Jaz could feel the weight of its body behind each step, even at a distance. A low and rumbling growl followed in its wake, carried by the wind, bouncing off against the trees. As if the creature had wanted to alert Jaz of its presence.

Even as it squatted down low to the ground on all four limbs, the fox could tell it was much larger than him. Its fur was black as midnight, nearly seamlessly blending it in to its surroundings. Only a pair of dull yellow eyes, which glinted under the glare of his flashlight, managed to strike any sort of contrast with the rest of its body.

It was the source of that smell, which had drawn him alone to the other end of the lake. That smell that only he could sense. In his mind, Jaz couldn't shake the feeling that the creature had wanted him here all along, alone and defenseless in the belly of the beast, like a fly caught in a glue trap.

A copious amount of drool dribbled from its feral muzzle in long and thick strands that extended all the way down to the ground. They drew his attention away from the creature's captivating eyes, which was enough for him to finally take a dazed step back away from the beast. Jaz had barely moved before the creature lurched upright with a snarl to stand hunched under the weight of its body. It was a warning, as far as Jaz could tell, to not move another inch.

Not that he had any say in the matter. Once Jaz truly grasped the size of the creature, he knew there was no point in running. Not unless he wanted to tempt it as a prize worth running down. Those claws could have ripped him to shreds, which was nothing to say of the teeth that lay hidden behind the creature's lips.

Surprisingly enough, Jaz didn't find it hard to breathe. It was that scent that had drawn him here, which permeated from the creature like an overwhelming cologne. It dulled his senses to the point that Jaz couldn't possibly focus on anything other than the creature that stood in front of him, and calmed him enough that even when the creature took a step toward him, Jaz didn't find it in himself to run away. All he could do was feel his fear creeping across his skin as his nerves balled up at the back of his throat.

He should have run, or called or help, or done anything to help himself, but any sense of self-preservation willed itself out of his body.

The only sound that left his lips was but a mild whimper as the creature loomed overhead. So close to him that Jaz could have reached out and felt the obviously thick and coarse fur threading through his fingers. The fox had to crane his neck up to just glance at the underside of its chin, and in turn the creature looked down at him with a hungry look in its eyes.

Jaz only got a quick look at the creature now that it stood so close to him. It more than anything resembled a feral wolf that had learned to walk on two legs. At eye level to him was a pair of breasts, rising and falling with each audibly heavy breath that the creature took, with two prominent ebony nipples almost impossible to ignore. Further down, just below its slim waist, he caught sight of a sheath that barely managed to conceal the throbbing shaft within. The tip of it visibly protruded from the sheath, nothing but a small promise of what lay hidden away. All of it sat nestled atop of a massive pair of balls, the size of a small melon each, encased in a thin coating of black fur that made them look soft despite their overbearing size.

It's all he managed to look at before the creature grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. The muscles along its arm flexed and bulged as it almost effortlessly started to raise him up, and up, until his eyes were level with the creatures and his feet hung several inches above the ground. Jaz grasped tightly to its tight forearm in an effort to keep himself from falling backward as the creature studied him, its yellow eyes squinted down to mere slits. Then it huffed, its breath of raw meat and ripened fruit drawing the fox in until the tip of his nose grazed against the side of the creature's jaw.

He closed his eyes, breathless now, overcome by the sensation to just... sleep. He felt the creature effortlessly toss him over its shoulder as it started to walk them deeper into the wood. Jaz only glanced upward, warily looking to the lake as it disappeared amongst the trees.

Had it been hours, or just a few minutes?

The moon was still high overhead when Jaz was finally put down. Everything inside him ached with pain and desire, and all he could think about was that creature that now stood over his prone body like a hunter would its prey.

Jaz wanted to reach out to it. To touch that body that shot pinpricks through his skin and buzzed his mind to the point that he couldn't hear his own thoughts. But things were far beyond his control. The creature, it pinned him to the ground with one massive claw-tipped foot. It wasn't hard enough that Jaz couldn't breath - that sweet aroma still flooded his nostrils with every breath he took, now more than ever - but ever small and half-hearted attempt at struggling was met with an iron-like force that wouldn't budge.

Cornered the way he was, all Jaz could do was give in to the one thought that cleared up through the droning in his head.

Submit.

A voice other than his own that had wormed its way into his thoughts.

He opened his eyes and stared up at the massive pair of balls that swung overhead like a pendulum, shifting to and fro with every heavy breath that the creature took. They looked heavy enough as is, and oddly enticing. Had it not been for the long strand of precum that started dribbling like a constant stream across his face, Jaz wouldn't have been able to look away from them.

With mouth wide open, the fox willingly welcomed the clear stream of sexual desire that rained down on him from above. He just had to turn his head a little, enough for the precum to land straight down his waiting maw instead of across his nose. It had a heavy taste of salt, and it was hot. Had he not known any better, Jaz could have sworn that the constant stream was burning his tongue.

His body reacted as soon as he swallowed down that first mouthful of the creature's surprisingly thick precum. Everything itched: his skin, every muscle underneath, even his claws and teeth and his tongue. Like a million little ants were all nibbling at every part of his body. Jaz scratched at himself, writhing on the ground as much as he could while still being pinned, desperate to be rid of that awful feeling.

He arched his back and groaned in frustration as he swallowed down a second mouthful of precum, which was already being replaced by a third helping. The sensation only intensified as he watched the creature's sheath widen with each visible throb.

The full length of its cock pushed through into his view, one beat at a time, until its erect form hung downward by the sheer force of its weight. Its otherwise sleek surface was marred by a series of bulging veins that spoke of how long the creature had gone without a proper climax, the largest of which bulged out from underneath the shaft with seemingly every beat of the creature's heart - the one warning Jaz ever got before the tip of its swollen head gushed another long stream of precum, a larger amount than anything he'd seen before. It drooled across his face and sprayed the ground ahead of him with an audible splatter that excited the fox.

Its knot finally pushed through the sheath, adding yet another two or three inches to the already intimidating length. A proper bitch-breaker that wouldn't go down with one simple load. With how visibly swollen the creature's balls were, nearly throbbing with as much need as the cock that hung above, Jaz knew that the beast wouldn't be satisfied with one round.

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He nodded, breathless, unable to help himself as he reached for the creature's foot. Skin against skin caused the nerves of his fingers to explode in ecstasy. Jaz squirmed on the ground, unable to form the words that he so desperately wanted to say. He didn't even know if the creature could understand him, but god, he wanted it to know how badly Jaz wanted to please it.

The itching didn't stop, but it wasn't such a nuisance any longer. In fact, it was... oddly comforting. Like a warm blanket had been draped over his body. Jaz opened his mouth wide, nearly going cross-eyed as he followed another gout of precum, desperately trying to catch it in his maw. It was all instinct, like something primal in him had finally broken through. He desperately whined as the precum missed its mark, drooling across his face instead.

That was the last he'd ever get to taste in his mouth. The creature finally shifted away from Jaz, and used the foot that had been pinning him down to forcibly turn his body around. He hadn't realized it, not until his exposed dick throbbed against the cold dirt underneath, but somewhere along the way he'd lost most of his clothing. His shirt was a tattered mess that just barely managed to hang around his torso by a few strands, while his pants and undergarments had altogether disappeared.

It grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and lifted him off the ground. He knew what was coming, yet didn't quite believe it was happening. Even as Jaz was pushed against the nearest trunk of a massive redwood, which he instantly braced himself against, he didn't believe that the beast was going fuck him here, like a proper animal.

But it didn't bother him as much as it should have. He knew it should have bothered him, but it just... he couldn't find it in himself it be upset. Jaz took a deep whiff of the creature's calming scent, of fruits and meat and wild nature, and knew that this was where he belonged. He even retraced his steps since the moment he got out of the car - or tried to, it wasn't easy to think now that the massive creature hovered over his body - and felt that, for some reason, he'd been selected.

Nobody else had caught the scent. Nobody else could make out the strange noises, or the odd sensation of being watched, or the sight of a shadow among the trees. Nobody but him.

Jaz shivered as the creature grabbed on to his sides. Its massive claws effortlessly dug in, tearing skin and muscle underneath, but it didn't hurt. God, it felt amazing! He moaned as waves of pleasure shot out from the wounds, expanding out through the rest of his body, making him weak at the knees. His teeth ached, as if they didn't belong inside his maw; his jaw burned under some invisible fire, it felt tight against the skin of his face. Something inside him felt like it was going to rip right through is skin.

It wanted to get out.

"YES!" He screamed out his desire into the air. There was nobody there to listen, other than himself and the creature, who so effortlessly pushed a part of the length into his ass it felt like he'd been custom made to fit it. Jaz didn't know how much there was in him, he didn't dare look back, but it stretched out his entrance to the point that, on any other occasion, he would have cringed from the pain. But there was no pain, no fear. Just desire, and pleasure he'd never felt before.

The fox allowed his head to hang low between his arms as the creature pushed in further into his gut. His body didn't give any resistance, rather clenching around the welcome intruder tightly and consistently, already trying to milk it for everything it had to offer. The beast hadn't bottomed out yet before it began withdrawing from him at a steady pace. The massive girth of its cock stretched out his walls and hammered down on his prostate, milking out a clear and long strand of Jaz's own cum.

Cum? He breathlessly looked down at his drooling cock, which still twitch in agonized pleasure as the fox realized that he'd caught himself mid-orgasm. Just the thought of it - that this wild monster had made him cum in just a single thrust - was enough to kick up his orgasm past the point of breaking his mind. He let his maw hang open, enraptured at the sight of his urethra visibly distending as a powerful jet of cum sprayed with enough force to hit his face and the tree he'd been braced against.

Those brief seconds that the creature held itself at the cusp of his entrance was just enough of a buffer for the fox to catch his breath. He dumbly mumbled something under his breath, words that even he didn't quite understand, as he kicked at the dirt and clawed at the redwood's bark. If the creature hadn't had such a tight grip on his sides, he would have definitely been bouncing back on its massive pole.

Not that he had to wait much longer. An aggressive and downright possessive growl punctuated the creature's sudden entrance back into Jaz's ass. In one swift motion, Jaz felt every last inch of the monster push into him, past the point of anything he'd ever taken before, or that he even considered he could ever take. Its knot rubbed up harshly against his entrance, then slowly began to spread his asshole apart in a thinly veiled threat at thoroughly knotting his ass, all the while those massive balls pressed against his thighs as a silent reminder of what was to come. He could almost feel his insides being flooded with a ceaseless discharge of precum.

The beast rolled his hips back a few inches and hammered back home with a force that knocked Jaz's upper body right up against the tree. It was a desperate thrust, one that screamed of sexual deprivation and an insatiable primal lust, and it set the pace for the remainder of the encounter. Had it not been for the tree, the beast would have knocked Jaz to the ground with the force of its jackhammer thrusts.

Faster and harder. In and out. The fox's entire body was dragged back whenever the beast brought its hips back, only to once again be pummeled against the tree whenever it forced itself back in. Jaz offered no resistance; the only thing that kept him upright were the creature's own strong hands, and the massive tool that had found its home in his ass.

With each throb, the beast's cum-slicked shaft pressed outward against every nook and crevice of his insides. Its desperate thrusts came in short and harder, so fast now that its hips were but a blur that had turned Jaz into a drooling mess. Bruised and bloodied, but so enraptured in the unnatural pleasure that he couldn't have cared less about what was happening to his body.

He felt its knot push further inside, forcing his ring wide open as his ass struggled to accommodate the sudden intrusion. It wasn't even halfway in and already Jaz felt like he was being split apart. A lustful moan escaped his lips as the beast pulled back, giving the fox only a second to brace himself before it forced that fat knot back right up against his ass. His ring gave way more easily now, as if his body just wanted to embrace that massive bitch-breaking ball. Almost half of it was inside him now. All it would take one small nudge or another one of the monster's forceful thrusts for the rest of the knot to slip inside him like a glove.

"Kno - Knot me!" whined Jaz in a pathetic whimper as he tried press back against the beast's cock. He couldn't budge an inch, not with the solid grasp it had on in. Instead, the beast held itself halfway into his ass, forcing his sphincter to remain stretched at the knot's widest point. "Knot me!" he screamed, breathless, a lump of drool oozing from between his lips as his voice cracked under the pressure. The fox closed his eyes and chanted again, "Knot me! K - Knot! Please! Ple - God! Please!" It was torture, the way it just held itself there, knowing how desperate the fox was to have him.

Jaz was given no warning. One moment, he was being stretched out past his limits, then the next he was repeatedly gasping for air as the rest of the creature's enormous knot slipped into Jaz in one quick and sudden shlip. A massive, body-shaking tremble pushed its way through his body, and his legs finally completely gave out from under him. The only thing truly holding him up now was the beast itself, which still maintained a solid grip on Jaz.

Out of pure instinct, he clenched his ass tight around the knot, feeling as it throbbed and swelled inside the fox, thoroughly tying him in. One look down and Jaz could almost see the monster's cock bulging out his gut. It shoved itself in further, forcing the knot to carve out his tight tunnel, until it settled right on top of his prostate. The sudden unexpected pressure milked out yet another long strand of cum out of the fox.

Only seconds passed before the beast announced its orgasm with a long howl that pierced the air, nearly deafening Jaz in the process.

It burned life fire. Although it concentrated in his gut, where the beast's unnatural amounts of thick virile seed pooled within, Jaz could feel that heat spreading through his body like a bad fever. His mouth hung open in a breathless scream as the beast continued to fuck him through its own orgasm, short and forceful thrusts that dragged its knot back and forth along the inside of Jaz's cum-soaked ass. Every upward thrust into his guts came with a whole new batch of heavy cum, straight from the source, and with seemingly no end to it.

"T-Too much," he whimpered as the overstuffed sensation started to become unbearable. "Fuck. Fuck. Too much!" There was nowhere else for it to go but up, not with how sealed he'd been. The fox closed his eyes as something inside him audibly cracked. Claws worked themselves up his body, digging holes through his abdomen. "FUCK." The monster's teeth found their mark against his nape. It wasn't the playful nip he'd grown used to, but rather a complete show of force and domination. They sank with little effort, but instead of trying to fight it off, Jaz just turned his head away and blissfully allowed the beast more access to whatever it wanted.

"Y-Yes," he continued to mumble, even as the creature's fever pitch thrusting came to an abrupt halt. "D-Don't stop..." Jaz opened his eyes for the first time since he started being properly rutted and glanced sideways at the head of the beast, whose teeth sat lodged deep into his flesh. It gazed at him, wide-eyed, as its long tongue lashed at the open wound on his shoulder.

SNAP! Jaz heard the cracking of bone long before he felt it, not out blissful ignorance but because he couldn't discern the feeling from any other of the dozens of pleasurable feelings that were messing with his thoughts. His right leg was engulfed in flame of hot ecstasy. Somehow, he forced himself to look away from the creature's captivating gaze, only to see his leg shifting with some unnatural mass. It was as if the muscle underneath had liquified under his skin and was reforming into something else... something better.

Better.

That invasive voice echoed in his head again, pushing Jaz's stray thought into the forefront of his mind. Better. He was going to be better. His gaze swiveled back to the beast, who still had its teeth sank deep into his nape. "Be - Better. A-Ah!"

The creature pulled back its hips until that knot started stretching against his asshole. Jaz squirmed, eyes closed tight, as he felt the pressure build and build against his delicate wall. He violently shook his head from side to side, one part because he didn't want it to get out, and another part afraid of what might happen to him if the beast pulled out so quickly after having been knotted. Even though its arguably long orgasm had finally died out, he could still feel trickles of the thick substance still gushing into him, like the ceaseless discharge of river.

Better.

The voice reverberated through his head like the chanting of a one-man choir. It pressed inward, then once again tried at pulling out. Jaz groaned, openly salivating as he began to feel his ring stretch out from the sheer force of the massive knot pushing against it. "Better," he whimpered, as the beast pushed in again. With their heads so close together, he could hear just how frustrated the creature was getting at not being able to pull its knot out.

"Please..." He gazed at the beast, now not so uncertain about its lack of ability to understand. "W-Wait. Too big... Too - oh fuck. Oh f-fuck fuck YES!" His ass stretched out wide in one sudden go, letting the knot, the rest of the beast's cock, and an overwhelming amount of thick cum spill out from his insides.

With a satisfied growl, the beast forcibly pried its mouth apart and pulled away from his nape. As soon as fresh air made contact with the wound, a mind-numbing sensation washed over him. Jaz could only watch, helplessly so, as his shoulder, and then his left arm, and finally his hand, doubled in mass. His fur grew outward at an accelerated pace, up to the point where it had gone from its short and fuzzy to long and voluminous.

Jaz kicked at the ground with a force he couldn't quite control. Every part of him throbbed in some way. The muscles on his chest twitched as they shredded and reformed and rendered themselves apart time after time. He felt his own muzzle grow to better accommodate his enlarged fangs that had already began threatening to cut up the formerly tight confines of his snout. His cock pulsed with every beat of his rapid heart, audibly splattering ever-increasing amounts of cum against the ground as the weight of it doubled, then tripled past what the fox was used to. He felt at an aching, itchy feeling in his balls, whose weight also made its presence known as they hung considerably lower and with double the mass then they ever had before.

As the beast pushed back in, relentless in its lust even after having knotted and stuffed the fox, Jaz found that he could feel everything so much better. The way its massive canine cock constantly hammered down on his engorged pleasure button, and how he so perfectly fitted around it like a glove. He could feel every ridge along its length, from natural divots to the bulging veins.

Its entrance back into him was tame in comparison to the rough fucking he'd just experienced. With all the cum still packed inside Jaz, he definitely felt the pressure built up against his gut, but that was hardly worth complaining about. He shivered as the creature's encompassing body fell over his, and moaned out appreciatively as it slicked its long wet tongue along the back of his neck and between his triangular ears.

The creature pulled back a few inches, then drove itself home again. Its cock twitched inside Jaz as it grinded up against him, forcing him to feel every inch of its member. That massive knot, which before had struggled to find entrance into his body, now easily slipped into him. Jaz felt like that part of his body had been custom designed to better fit the beast's whole length; the fact of the matter was that he didn't feel as overly stuffed by the huge member as he had been before, though that did not mean he wasn't at all constantly overwhelmed by the sheer size of what the creature was packing into him.

In a painstakingly slow motion, it pulled backward until his ass once again stretched around its knot, desperately clenching at inch it could get in a vein attempt at keeping the beast locked in place. It left Jaz wanting for more.

He looked down at his own legs. They were much larger now, standing digitigrade, closer looking to those of the creatures than they were originally. Something at the back of his thoughts nagged at Jaz that it wasn't right, but he couldn't deny how properly they seemed to fit him. Between his now large thighs hung a fuzzy pair of balls covered in his grey fur - each much have been just a little larger than his fists, fully engorged with his seed, and with a pendulous weight to them that forced the orbs to swing back and forth under the motion of the beasts incessant fucking. Just above that was his cock, almost unrecognizable save for the fact that it retained the same general shape it had before. Its angry reddish color was punctuated by throbbing veins that pulsed along his engorged shaft, the tip of which surged forward and upward with every throb, until it wetly slapped upward between his pecks with a series of uncontrolled twitches and a continuous dribble of cum.

Without giving a second thought to the one impulse that crossed his mind, Jaz let his maw hang open and watched in growing excitement as an unnaturally long tongue snaked toward the tip of his cock, which still drooled a river a cum so thick in consistency that he could feel as each fresh batch distended his cum vein by the sheer size of his newfound volume.

Mesmerized by his amped-up sex drive, Jaz watched as his enlarged cumhole winked over and over, only to suddenly stretch out a few seconds before he squirted a powerful jet of cum. Straight into his waiting maw, or the ground underneath, or the tree, or his own face - it didn't matter to Jaz where he came, just as long as he was marking it as thoroughly as his insides had been marked and tainted by the beast's own virile seed.

He flicked the tip of his tongue against his cumhole and savoured his own taste. That was all it took for Jaz to lose himself in his newfound method of pleasuring himself. He pressed his tongue against the tapered head of his cock and watched as his tool flexed harshly against the muscle that coiled around it like a snake.

With a heavy and unbridled groan, Jaz squirted cum straight into his mouth. It flooded the inside of his maw, the excess of what he couldn't swallow liberally spilling onto the ground below. At the same time, the creature that had so thoroughly claimed him finally withdrew from his ass, leaving Jaz an uncomfortable mess that whined and whimpered as he raised his tail high and shook his hips from side to side. A hopeless attempt at enticing a beast, knowing well that it had a mind of its own. The point was proven when he felt the heavy weight of its massive cock fall atop his lower back.

With a sort of unrestrained desperation it started humping up against his backside, dragging its dick roughly against the thick coat of fur on the former fox's lower back. Its balls slapped over and over against Jaz's ass, like a pair of hands that wouldn't stop spanking him. In no time at all, the beast above him growled with satisfaction, finding a proper handhold around the base of Jaz's warped tail as its bestial grunts announced yet another one of its drawn out orgasms. Each long spurt matted his fur down against his body, showering Jaz in a coat of scalding hot cum that ran up his spine and to the back of his head.

What didn't directly land on him ended up audibly splattering against the tree overhead. It was the one incentive that Jaz had to stop licking his own shaft as he eagerly got to lapping up the beast's cum from the tree. No matter how much he swallowed, there always seemed to be more. It took minutes for the beast's orgasm to finally die down, and by then Jaz had been left an overwhelmed mess that couldn't of anything at all - anything save for the creature that now loomed over him.

Jaz collapsed into a puddle of his own cum, mental and physical exhaustion getting the better of the former fox. He tried to speak but found it impossible to form words. Just whimpers and whines, soft growls and gurgled groans. A welcome voice echoed in his head, no longer as foreign as it once had seemed. It reminded him of the comfortable warmth of home, and all the good things that came with it.

Perfect.

~~

She hated all of this. The media digging its claws into Jaz's cold corpse, milking him for everything he had. Four months, and they wouldn't shut up about him.

They wouldn't let her forget.

What a long four months. She was exhausted. But now, in a way, she was finally going to get some closure.

Natasha didn't know what exactly prompted her to drive out into the woods. Like most nights, she briefly thought of Jaz, and what might have happened to him, and what his last thoughts might have been. Last - she didn't think he was still alive. She hoped he wasn't; to disappear like that, without a trace, seemed like a fate worse than death.

Maybe something finally snapped inside her after so many restless nights. Maybe she was just acting on a gut impulse. Whatever the reason, it drove her out here and finally gave her the reason to look at place firsthand.

Despite all the pretense she put up, Natasha hadn't quite let go of that fox. Maybe this was what she needed to finally move on. Just one quick look, and then she promised herself she'd never come back here again.

A sense of foreboding dread lingered in the air, growing thicker as the mass of redwood trees started to surround the road. It wasn't long before she'd lost herself in the woods, with nothing but the information she'd gotten out of Gully to guide her.

Natasha rolled to a stop just as the sun began beating down from directly overhead. The husky stepped out, glanced around, and sniffed at the air. She couldn't help the odd sense that overcame her as a peculiar scent made itself known - like fruits and meat. But there was something else there. Familiar, enticing, though twisted as well. It took the husky a few seconds to finally settle on a conclusion.

"Jazzy."

She glanced back at her truck and then looked down to the solitary road. It was just her, and whatever was out there. Clues perhaps, even though a part of her hoped that there would be nothing worth finding. She just needed to know.

As she ventured deep into the darkened woods, following that scent like a trail of breadcrumbs, Natasha couldn't shake the feeling that from somewhere beyond the trees, she was being watched.