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The park glowed dimly with amber wherever lampposts dotted the brick pathways. With Ty off to the forest, Dylan and Reed were on their way back to the orchard where, after hours running around nude, he'd finally have to get dressed and sneak back into the house. Alongside the chirping of crickets and the soft padding of their bare feet, there was a late-night serenity over the public park.

Dylan kept flashing back to Ivy and the way she effortlessly moved about on those black-socked feet, the young vixen's grace not one bit diminished by her penchant for nudism--in fact, the candid jiggle and sway of her handsomely developing breasts kept the collie endlessly entranced. It was enough to make his heart flutter just thinking about it. And there was no way he'd soon forget the unashamedly salacious display she'd given him as a reward for those figs . . . if all it took was some exotic fruit to get her velvety labia up in his muzzle, he'd run to the store first thing in the morning. With the warm flush of arousal returning between his legs and the image of those juicy lips freshly burned in his mind, Dylan figured he might have to indulge in a quick pawing after wishing Reed a good night.

Sure enough, as the collie reminisced his penis stood at full mast, lazily swaying ahead. The fox wasn't slow to notice.

"Have a good time?" he smirked toothily as they walked side by side.

Dylan laughed a bit nervously, "Yeah, it was fun. Thanks for inviting me to tag along." He was careful not to touch on the time spent with Ivy.

"Good! There'll be more of 'em!" The fox smiled for a long moment before continuing, "Y'know, I told you my sister can be a tease if she knows she can get a rise outta you. And it looks like she did . . ."

The canine's ears lowered and he stood in his tracks, "Look, Reed. Ivy and I didn't do--"

"Dude, relax! She's my sister, sure, but she's also her own fox. I'm not mad at you for anything. Or her for that matter." The pair of teens faced each other in the faintly lit park, Dylan's persistent erection bridging several inches of the gap between them. "But it ain't fair for her to blue-ball you either. If you need a little release," he nodded indicatively, "I got time."

The fox just wore an amicable smile while his friend's length throbbed in the warm lamp light, eagerly approving of the idea. Reed was really something else; instead of ripping into Dylan for fantasizing about his hot sister, he encouraged him to let off some steam--in his company even. The collie shut his muzzle and swallowed hard. It only took a few seconds of deliberation before he gave in and decided to take his friend up on the offer, padding onto the grass and looking for a nice, comfortable place to paw himself off.

"Plus, I can smell her pussy juice on your face," he winked.

With a gentle grip around his uncircumcised erection, Dylan eased his foreskin back and forth, smearing himself with freshly milked beads of precum. "Wait . . ." he suddenly paused on his backstroke and turned to his friend with an eyebrow raised, "How do you know what Ivy's pussy juice smells like?"

Reed chuckled, padding up beside him on the grass, "We _do_live in the same den! Even if she thinks she's bein' super subtle when everyone else is asleep, it's not hard to tell when she's playin' with herself. That girl scent kinda fills the air, y'know?"

Content with that, but not lacking for other questions, Dylan eased back into his lewd rhythm. All it took was an open invitation, and the pleasant sensation urged him to keep on masturbating to his friend's sister as if he wasn't even there.

"It's fine. I know Ty's pawed off to her too. He wasn't shy about confessing it, either!"

The chill attitude was so unusual, but he wasn't about to stop for propriety's sake. "Well . . ." Dylan huffed, gripping his shaft more firmly, "I guess I can understand that. She does have a very cute, umm . . . butt." Cute didn't even begin to describe the girl's bare-furred backside, with her tail raised invitingly above a velvety soft vulva. It was easy to imagine those labia spreading wetly around his plump glans as the two of them finally grant their eager genitals a more intimate introduction. And there would be nothing cute about those hormone-delirious teens rolling around in the moonlit grass to the sounds of yips, moans, and squelches, exploring each other's bodies in wild, urgent, animalistic sex.

Dylan was only vaguely aware of the fox boy kneeling down and moving onto all fours, eye-level with his friend's vigorous stroking as he crawled over with languid ease. Several times a second, that glistening, rosy glans popped free as the collie's grip moved in the lurid rhythm of teenaged self-relief. Only when Reed's dainty vulpine nose caught a flailing string of precum did the collie slow his pace.

"I know my sister can be a tease . . ." His voice was low as he laced his fingers through Dylan's, easing his grip off that pulsing manhood. "So, you can imagine her doing this if you like . . . "

Pursing his lips, Reed planted a kiss on the supple, wrinkled creases of foreskin hanging before him. The collie's voice caught in his throat--he didn't have a moment to grapple with the fox's intentions, but even if he did, what could he possibly say? Would he be able to simply accept the friendly offer of a blowjob after a night of sexual frustration? Reed tugged at the excess foreskin, pulling it taut between his lips--letting go with a wet plip, as a half-inch of the teen's pink fleshy sleeve sagged off the engorged outline of his head, bunching and smooshing in the next moment against the affectionate lips planted upon its wrinkly, drooling mouth. Maybe it wasn't so bad he didn't get a chance to feel self-conscious and shy away. And with his friend's lips already kissing and suckling reassuringly, Dylan found he wasn't exactly dissatisfied with the scene that was unfolding.

Parting his delicate muzzle, Reed continued to suckle, taking one inch after another into the salivating warmth of his mouth. At this angle, the fox didn't look too dissimilar from his sister. Perhaps it was the family blood, perhaps it was the lithe features common to all foxes, but Dylan found it surprisingly easy in the dim glow--amber lamplight cast on one side, cool moonlight on the other--to imagine Reed as that beautiful, nude vixen, tail swaying pleasantly behind as she lovingly explored the girth of the collie she'd so teasingly aroused. He moaned at the thought, clenching free a bead of precum onto the fox's tongue. Muzzle sliding back and forth, wrapping him warmly, shamelessly feeling up every naked curve of his post-pubescent penis, Dylan's dream vixen moaned back and the vibration hummed through his flesh. A dark-furred hand rose to his inner thigh, giving a few reassuring strokes before those soft, leathery pads cupped his dangling scrotum and cradled a healthy pair of hormone-swollen testicles.

Since it was hardly a secret at this point just how turned on he was by Ivy, Dylan relaxed into fantasizing about the wild vixen. He remembered her sashaying into their little island of amber lamplight, her beautiful ruddy fur unencumbered by clothing--from that first moment, totally . . . naturally . . . nude. She was a forest nymph, a lifelong nudist without an inch of fur or skin to hide, completely unbothered by the collie's eyes wandering in rapt exploration of her grown feminine figure. Her vulpine muzzle bobbed back and forth, exploring his own grown body with the occasional wet slrrrp. Her lips were warm around his saliva-soaked shaft, handpaw gently fondling the balls he yearned to empty into her.

Rolling that tongue up and down his length, drawing a slippery foreskin back and forth over the sensitive crown of his glans, Dylan was deep in fantasy when he moaned out a barely audible name, "Ivy . . ." He looked down at the androgenous muzzle making out with his manhood and followed the burnt-orange back fur to the swaying brush of a tail. The sight--and scent--of her young, slick genitals was fresh in his mind. The inviting folds of her labia begging to be licked, lapped, and worshipped. In that moment, he even entertained the thought of nuzzling against that tailhole he'd voyeuristically admired, if only to see her pink pucker clench cutely with every pleasant jolt he sent through her.

"Oh, Ivy . . ." he moaned, less reservedly. The owner of that muzzle responded with a passionate moan of her own, stroking from the base of his shaft while sucking in a lewd rhythm of slrpp-slrpp-slrpp's. But the fantasy only got him so far, and soon he couldn't keep his eyes off the fox, watching her lips wrap lovingly around his girth, the flash of her tongue happily licking up precum as soon as he leaked it. And it became harder not to recognize the delicate male face working such magic on him.

Dylan saw the fox's penis poking between his legs, throbbing happily. He saw his friend, not just helping him blow off some steam, but sucking affectionately. The fox pulled back now and then, drawing the shiny wet sleeve of foreskin over his glans and kissing where it bunched up. Rather than politely rolling back his self-consciously ample sleeve, hanging wrinkled and floppy off his swollen head, he made out with it, even working his tongue inside that cinched mouth to lick away passionately before again taking half the collie's length in his maw. He moaned out, no longer weighed down by pretense, "Oh . . . Reed . . ."

This was better than a mere consolation prize. He recognized that teenage vulpine face--the fox who actually convinced him to strip down and go skinny dipping in the stream, the fox with whom he'd finally felt satisfied in his own fur.

"Mmm, Reed . . ."

Thanks to this fox he didn't feel quite so alone in his grown-up body, with his grown-up urges. And if wandering through the forest with Reed helped him feel comfortable in his naked, natural state, the deep slurps he drew off the collie's raging erection made him feel nothing short of desirable. Extending his hands, Dylan worked his fingers through the soft fur of the Reed's scalp, tracing the scruffy contours of those pointy ears, head moving back and forth, back and forth . . .

"Mmmph--Reed, it feels s-so fucking good!"

Dylan could see his friend's own excitement bobbing naked between his thighs. Somehow, the natural upward curve of his penis made the tod seem a little extra eager whenever he was horny--and exchanging stories and private fantasies out in the forest, the boys had several opportunities to see each other horny. The ecstatic feeling of that vulpine muzzle sucking lewdly away, and the sight of his friend obviously deep in pleasure, pushed Dylan closer to the edge.

"H-Hey, Reed," he struggled. "You might wanna pull back. I think I'm gonna . . ." The word stuck in his throat--it was a warning he'd never had to give anyone before.

The fox's muzzle slowed to a stop halfway down. It seemed like he heard, but his hand kept at it.

"R-Reed, I . . . I'm gonna cum . . ." he moaned out meekly.

He fully expected the fox to pull away and paw him off onto the grass. But, lips clenched, he only sucked harder, paw stroking at his shaft faster than ever, encouraging him past that point of no return.

The collie's eyes clenched and his scrotum tightened as he moaned his last possible warning. "I'm gonna cum!"

Not missing a beat, Reed just pumped away as an unbearably strong surge shot up Dylan's length and erupted in his friend's mouth. He deposited spurt after potent spurt of seed onto the fox's tongue, quickly filling his maw with the full force of his deferred ejaculation. Somehow, they made eye contact for a moment, and the collie saw those wild amber eyes looking up with lips sealed around his pulsing girth as he let go and pumped milky jets into that little, vulpine muzzle. Instead of just spitting on the grass, Reed swallowed down the fresh semen his friend so amply offered up and sucked away as his penis lazily gushed more and more.

"Nnnff, Reed, you . . . that was . . . huff!" A panting smile on his face, he caught his breath as thoughts slowly returned in a post-orgasmic haze. The fox looked up with knowing eyes, pulling back and swallowing again, Dylan's virile sperm warming his throat all the way down. It all seemed too intimate--tongue writhing passionately along his length, belly filled with a fresh load of cum--but somehow, to Dylan, sharing that spontaneous moment with a friend who knew just how to please him felt . . . just fine. He tugged his fingers along his slumping erection, only producing the faintest bead of pearly white at the tip. Damn, he really sucked me dry . . . He found himself earnestly impressed that there wasn't even enough semen to drip out after Reed's thorough attention. The collie had to resign to the fact that he enjoyed every second of the it. "That was amazing, Reed . . ."

The fox wiped his muzzle with the back of his hand, tending to any stray drool. "Feels pretty good, huh? If you like, we can try it again sometime."

The collie laughed, still catching his breath in the aftermath of a truly memorable first-time experience, "Yeah. That'd be cool . . ."

***

Sleep-deprived the following morning, Dylan still groggily managed to get up for breakfast and his daily trip into town. In the middle of the night, Reed had accompanied him back to the orchard gate where he found his clothes in a crumpled pile, just like he left them. Despite those initial hesitations to strip out of them, when the collie slipped his shorts and t-shirt back on, he felt a twinge of regret that the evening ever had to come to an end. But there would be more opportunities, and for now, he tried to at least make a show of diligently carrying out his summer reading duties, even if all he wanted was a nice, long nap.

Finding a quiet corner of the public library, he closed his eyes and reminisced on the night prior. Images of himself and the three others bathed in the light of the half-moon lazily came to mind. To his surprise, as much as he dwelled on Ivy and the sight of her sashaying through the park with elegant ease, he was just as much looking forward to running into Reed again. Dylan was still grappling with the unexpected turn of events. Should he reciprocate the favor? Did he maybe actually want to? The newness of the experience and the obvious enthusiasm of his foxy friend filled him with curiosity. As a familiar pressure swelled its way down the leg of his jeans, the collie figured he'd call it a day and visit the forest for the rest of the afternoon. At the very least, he could grab a nap in the warm sunlight.

As usual, Dylan was greeted by the golden-furred spaniel at the checkout desk. He handed over the hardcover he'd made no progress on and covered his mouth to stifle a yawn.

"Sorry, Miss," he apologized meekly. "I'm a little out of it today."

"I understand. I didn't get very good sleep last night, either." She looked down at the book thoughtfully, conjuring the memory "Something kept me up late, and in the morning . . . I discovered some wild animal got to my fig tree . . ."

Her smile was bemused as she raised half-lidded eyes, but Dylan's fur nearly turned totally white.

"I'm not sure, but perhaps I could buy a few figs and leave them out overnight. Maybe he'd like that."

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