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That White Stuff

(Written by Swift 'Mike' The Doberman, proofed by Malakye 'Douglas' Anaris)

'...Jace, after ramming a glorious 9 inches of dog into Mayler, slowly pulled out, allowing the small spurts of transparent pre-cum to lather and lubricate his sexy mate's tail-tunnel. It would take a few more ventures before he could speed up the tempo, but that didn't matter. His devious mind wanted to push Mayler to the point that he was almost mad with arousal, because it was at times like that, that the dazed Fox would get really groapy and cute.'

3 hours before.

It was very cold outside and a lone Doberman, sporting a worn sweater, gazed longingly out the window, frost-rimmed and frigid. For the last hour he had sat humming, wondering... looking down the dusty road that led up to his farmhouse with searching silver eyes. He could see all the way down to his barn -an old structure- but the end of his driveway and the main road his mate would arrive from was hidden away behind one of its chipped-red sides. His breath, fogging up the windowpane, was rebounded back at him with every exhalation, and it tickled the short copper fur that rimmed around his eyes.

'Now where the hell is he?' the Doberman murmured after taking a quick glance at the digital clock on a nearby counter. 'He should have been here at least an hour ago!' Radio signal was bad way out in the country side, so phone calls, the primary mode of communication the Doberman had had with his wonderful mate up till that fork in the road a few miles south from his house, were now an unusable source. He could only sit and wait and gaze... tense with anticipation but void of concern. He wouldn't let doubt creep into his mind, and scotched up his dearest's lateness to bad driving conditions. 'Better safe than sorry' the Doberman reminded himself and resumed his passive staring at the road right in front of his barn 'better safe than sorry'.

It was about five minutes later that the ghostly aura of car light illuminated the corner of his barn, and then seconds later when his mate's old truck blazed the white glow straight at his house. The low beams were on; the road must have been busy. With a little yelp of excitement the Doberman rose from his sitting position and ran over to the door, opening it just in time to be attacked by the warmest glomp he had had since the two last saw each other, a week before and in the afternoon.

"What's up Wuff?" His mate asked, using the term of endearment that the two had simply developed over the time that they'd been dating.

"Nothing much Foxeh, I missed ya so much, what took you so long?" The Doberman pulled away from his mate to look into the Fox's eyes, gold orbs nestled in the liquid blackness. "I was getting worried!" His mate shrugged off his concern with a peck on the Dobie's cheek and a laugh.

"You worry too much Jace! The weather made it a slower trip is all; I was only late by 45 minuets!"

"Actually, 55." The Doberman, Jace, corrected... scritching his mate on the side of the head and eliciting a quiet murr. "Try to make it a little bit earlier next time, ok?" Half in trance his mate nodded, pushing his orangey-furred head into the Dobermans rough paw pads.

"That feels good ya know." The Fox murmured indulgingly "It's getting me hard." Jace momentarily stopped. He smiled mischievously overtop of his mates propped head and began scritching more vigorously, making the Fox growl cutely and shiver a bit.

"Better keep all that hardness in your pants till later tonight babe... we need to eat still!"He whispered seductively into a perked ear

"Screw eating, getting fucked by you is far more filling." He replied, and Jace laughed at his mates punny words.

"Ok Mayler... but what if I was to say I made your favorite dish?" He stopped his scritching and Mayler, the fox, regretfully pulled away from his paw. When Jace saw his mate's expression, an exited smile, he knew that he had gotten his attention.

"Parmesan Chicken?" Mayler inquired.

"You bet!" Jace exclaimed. Pressed up so close to his mate he could feel a slight increase in the Fox's heartbeat.

"Really?!"

"Yes." Jace replied.

"Ok ok, that can make me wait, is it almost ready?"

"It's in the oven keeping warm." Jace returned.

"Well then what are we waiting for?"

"Nothing really, camon, follow me." The two broke their endearing hold and walked side by side down the hall and into a room, which was dark. Quickly Jace flicked on the lights and illuminated the small kitchen; composed of a sink, some mahogany cupboards, a fridge, and an oven which at the time housed a casserole dish full of Parmesan chicken.

***

The dinner was amazing, and between mouthfuls of chicken, Mayler caught Jace up on what the last two weeks had had in store for him. Some tax refunds, a trip to the Stag Shop (when Jace came to visit him at his house, he would show him what he bought), an ill feral cow, some poultry stolen by a feral Fox (Mayler could only blame himself for getting the chickens so used to a Fox being around them), and a bunch of other miscellaneous jumble that blurred and occasionally spiced the bulk of the talking. When dinner was finished Mayler expressed his thanks and the two cleared off the table in silence as the food digested in their stomachs. After washing the dishes and putting them away, the two retired to the living room and lit a fire to fend off the cold of the night from creeping into their home.

***

The two sat in what seemed to be total contempt, with Jace rested against Mayler's glossy white and orange stomach fur (the two had stripped down in preparation for the night), and Mayler slowly scratching the short fur between Jace's muscled shoulder blades and pointed black ears. The Doberman stared reflectively into the flames of the passionately blazing fire, admiring each flicker and move of them. A revelation dawned on Jace and he leaned back far enough so that he could make eye contact with the Fox above him, who was staring off into the distance, contempt and warm.

"My turn, get down here, I'll give ya that scritching you've been anticipating." A soft laugh from above and Mayler said;

"About time, I was worried you were going to forget! Sure, switch up with me... oh, and don't be shy." The sexual undertone in Mayler's voice sent shivers up his mate's spine and he eagerly stood up and then sat behind the Fox, putting its sitting figure between his legs and then wrapping them around so the two were pressed up close. Then he commenced messaging. The Fox sighed as he felt Jace's firm grip run up and across his shoulders and back, homing out the sore spots that Mayler had inflicted on himself throughout his week of farming.

The lazy pace soon became bolder and a sneaky paw from the Doberman slowly crept downwards, following the highway of the Fox's spine to home base, the bony part right above the Fox's hot and puckered tailhole. The second paw from Jace went up and began to vigorously scritch at his mate's sweet spot, the area on the side of his head that always got him aroused and prepared for whatever was to come. A soft moan from Mayler and Jace could immediately smell a change in the Fox's natural bank of scents. A far more pungent, masculine, odor uncensored his mate's level of arousal, which in turn elicited Jace's own release of musky pheromone, uniquely different then Maylers but equally revealing of how aroused he was getting from the sly act.

Almost instinctively, impulsively, Mayler rose a bit to allow a clear view of his smaller pucker and sizable testicles, at their largest, which twitched minutely as each wave of low-level arousal rose and fell across the Fox's body. It was this sight alone, and the memories that came with it, that induced the shepherd's shaft to bulge ominously as his ebony cock grew in size to tightly fit against its housing sheath. With an eager lick of his lips, the Doberman brought a digit down to caress around the tail-ring of his aroused mate, circling like a shark, veering close for a teasing nip at the pucker that was caught in the crosshairs of their predator intentions. Each time a rough stroke would venture over -and slightly into- Mayler's tailhole, the Fox would tense and the level of musk he emanated would flare momentarily. Pulling his gaze away from the Foxes back, Jace peered over his sex-mates shoulder as he searched for some physical evidence of his mate's arousal. It only took a brief glance to notice the reddish cock, smaller then his but large still, peaking out of a white sheath.

Almost as an act of impatience, Mayler reared back, forcing his mate's digit to ram into his tailhole, which stretched in turn to accommodate the beefy digit on the Dobermans paw. Inside the folds of his pucker it was warm, hotter than the fire that was still blazing heatedly in front of them. Jace probed around curiously at the elastic walls and noticed that the space, sometimes dirty, was clean and smooth. He didn't know the status higher up, but he was not concerned. At the point where those higher reaches were met, he knew he wouldn't really care. As Jace pulled out and prepared to circle again, he felt his mate push back harder, roughly shoving him back in deeper than before. This time as the folds, accustom to the width of the Dobermans digit, spread, Jace chuckled in amusement.

"Looks like somebody here is going through his cycle..." The Fox looked sidelong at Jace and replied.

"Give me a break Wuff it's just that time of the year, I can't help myself." His tone became exasperated. "Give it to me hard and stop delaying. I need some relief soon or I think I'm gonna explode." A nod from the Doberman.

"You should have said that earlier Foxeh, get up a bit would ya." As Mayler fell onto his white paws and knees a tail rose to tickle the Dobermans nosepad and waft an intensified musk across his face. The Dobermans eyes watered a bit and he sneezed. "Oh, and stop swooshing that tail at my nose." Mayler complied, allowing the Doberman to hold it aside as he reared up and mounted the ecstatically shivering Fox. The Dog reached his paws over to grasp the smaller animal's ruddy shoulders, and spaced his large paws on either side of Mayler's body. This gave room for his large, Clementine-sized balls and lengthy 5 inch long sheath to be poised and at the ready at the base of the sweaty tailhole. The added weight of the heavier set Doberman made the Foxes back ark slightly downwards, but the knowledge of the rough mating that was soon to follow made him uncaring of the sore back that might come out of it all.

Mayler wanted to be mated like a vixen see. He wanted to feel that cock jabbing around in his tailhole like some piston pump gone haywire, he wanted to smell his mates strong musk and sweat as he rammed him helpless, having lost control in the haze of arousal... and he wanted it now. With a sort of whimsical bark he made it very clear that he was ready to be mated. Jace held back nothing as they began the slow build to the dénouement, the epiphany per-say, of the ritual.

Jace, his weighted meat protruding at full length now, stabbed at the base of his mate's tailhole about three times before hitting the mark and sinking in with a smooth pop. Immediately on entering he felt his mate's sphincter clench tightly down and the inside moist walls stretch to accommodate the sudden intrusion. The chorus of pained whines from his Mayler as he tried to take the cock sliding into him did little to falter his action of continuing, because he knew that in due time, those whines would turn into something far more along the lines of moans and whimpers of pleasure.

It was common knowledge while getting fucked by a dog that the first few lunges were always hard, because it took about three to accumulate enough lubricating pre-cum for a more seamless entry, and Mayler knew this as he fought back tears. This sort of thing went on all the time while getting fucked by his mate and the Fox was well aware of how a dog's sexual anatomy seemed to work, thanks to their rather sexually active lifestyle.

Jace, after ramming a glorious 9 inches of dog into Mayler, slowly pulled out, allowing the small spurts of transparent pre-cum to lather and lubricate his sexy mate's tail-tunnel. It would take a few more ventures before he could speed up the tempo, but that didn't mater. His devious mind wanted to push Mayler to the point that he was almost mad with arousal, because it was at times like that, that the dazed Fox would get really groapy and cute. This sort of opportunity came only once a year, in the few months of true winter, when Mayler was already blazing with the paternal instincts that drove all normally solemn feral Foxes to seek out mates and tie with them.

As he pulled almost all the way out he felt Mayler relax momentarily as the large ebony cock that had recently been shoved ruthlessly down his tailhole took a second of break. No sooner though, Jace went back in, electing the whines again, fainter then before, but still there.

The scent in the room had changed rather quickly over the span of about ten minutes. Initially the natural smell of birch and burning wood was the dominant trait in the room, that, and the faint undertone of dinner, which still drifted about in the air. Now, a combination of sweat and musk pierced occasionally with a stray whine, grunt or growl animated the scene rather vibrantly. Drool from the panting Fox rolled off his hanging tongue and onto the wooden floor which had accumulated a small puddle. The drool from Jace, however, fell onto Mayler's tensed back to mix in with the sweat that had collected there as the Fox braced each time the thrusts from his horny mate pierced him.

In no time, Jace's second thrust struck its maximum distance up the Fox's anal canal and was again pulled out. This time though, instead of halting inside, Jace pulled all the way out and brought a paw down to prop his spurting cock at his mate's backside. The occasional stroking kept him cumming, and the lines of pre-cum shooting out from the small hole at the tip of the Dobie's cock landed with muted splats on his mates tail base, hind leg and backside. An early-on fact that Jace learned about his mate was that he loved getting nice and messy, so this act was one of Maylers deepest rooted kinks Jace could satisfy. Usually this was used as a simple enhancement, but this time, it drove Mayler to the point where he began to growl and grunt in raw elation at the extacy that the satisfaction of his kink created.

"Wu...Wuff, please... fuck me!" Mayler cried. "I can't take this much longer, I'm gonna cum way too soon! I need to feel you're wonderful cum inside of me first..." his voice drawled off with a whimper and it was clear that Mayler was losing the battle of control rather quickly, faster than normal even. This was an agreeable warning though, and the Doberman skipped the last warm-up thrust to head straight into the main attraction; some good ol' deep anal penetration. In a span of about two seconds the Dobermans firm grip became vise-like, and he clenched down on the Foxes shoulders to brace Mayler's body for impact...the piston-pump gone haywire.

"Thank you Wuff." Mayler murred, allowing himself to finally breath again. The Dobie went to acknowledge his mates praise, but found that only guttural growls came from his muzzle. He had already subconsciously allowed his inner primitiveness to shine. With a few huffs, the Doberman rocket-launched his itching cock straight into his mates sopping tailhole, where he pounded it a few good times before arching his own back and increasing his tempo. Back and forth he rocked his mate, who could only tense and take it like the bitch he was behaving like. Each thrust, Mayler found, brought on a new level of arousal, of permittivity. As the sweat-laden Felidae lost himself to the erratic rhythm of his Wuff's pounding, even his most basic thoughts began to fade away into the white fog that seemed to distort everything. And then all Mayler could experience was sensation. The grunting woof's from his mate at every thrust, the sharp bite of black claws as they accidentally clipped his shoulder, the noxious air of animal passion as the combination of musk and hot breath was wafted over him...on the flip side, Jace, the Doberman, was very clear-headed.

Here beneath him was his mate. Wet, murring, lost in waves of a unique passion that only a Bottom could experience; uttering those cute growls that got the Dobie every time. Every muscle in Jace's body was rippling, instigated and simulated by the strain at his arms and calves and the ever prevalent adrenalin that was being pumped through his veins and into his pulsing doghood in vast quantities.

It was at about this point that Jace's knot began to grow in size. It started out harmless enough, a mere bulge at the base of his fully erect cock, but quickly grew from grape-sized to chestnut-sized, and finally, to tennis ball-sized. As the swell slowed both Jace and Mayler knew that the time was about to come, the knotting, and the rush that followed. At first, the large knot that Jace had produced was not shoved into his mate's pucker; having just taken the beating of its life, it needed a slight brake before bearing the weight and bulk of a very healthy Doberman knot. In this slot of transitional time the thrusts from Jace became closer to the tail base of his bitch, and less of his length was pulled out from his mates abused tailhole to be savaged by the wind currents circulating around the room. It was in this moment that Mayler could take his final few breaths and try not to pass out from exhaustion. Up and personal as the two lovers were, Jace's sizable sack tapped rhythmically against his mates prostate area, adding another silent rhythm to the thrusts which paced the symphony of mating that was being performed.

The wait was over, and if Mayler was prepared or not for the strain from what was to come, it was not of Jace's concern. All the sex-crazed Doberman could think of was satisfying his raging arousal, which had built to a climactic point as the roughhousing continued. He would surly knot his mate, who so virtuously gave up his dignity to play Bottom for the events of the evening; and yes, he would dominate his mate for the night... fill him with his own thick seed, and erase Mayler's scent with his own musk.

Without even a slight warning he growled dominatingly -and was received by a whimper from his bitch- and drove fully back in, submerging to the very base of his throbbing meat with folds of warmness that emanated from his mates anal canal and pucker. His own balls snugly rested against Mayler's at that point, who was now fitted with a very erect, red, cock; three quarters his own size, but potent and lustrous, spurting out translucent- almost opaque- streams of rich Fox cum across his heaving chest and across his white-mitted paws, ratty looking because they were soaked with fluids all the way through. The claws at the end of these mitts were digging into the wooden floor, leaving minute indents across its broad wooden surface. With the forward momentum driving it on, the knot barged through Mayler's defenseless pucker and expanded his tail-tunnel to the point of extreme tightness. He could hear his Bitch moan, a cross between something of pain and something of utter pleasure, for it reverberated from the Fox's dry throat to echo around the hollow room and reach Jace's ears slightly amplified. He rammed deeper, and those stifled moans became louder. Pain-inflicted as they were, Mayler was somewhere else, lost in the heights that copious pleasure could only send him to. As the knot came to a screeching halt eight and a half inches down, there was a fragmented second where the inner walls of the Fox's anal canal shuddered. Now all that was left was the release, the dénouement that had been the reputed prophesy of that night's occasions. There would be that desired whiteness that would bleach the floor and Mayler's butt fur till it dried, and it would come about now....

The release was blissful and the vigorous lethargy that invaded Jace's mind was practically unexplainable. It was as though all the good feelings one could have over a lifetime were compressed into one explosive impact. As the knot began to empty into Mayler he came back to a sticky reality filled with musk and warm breath. The warmth that flooded throughout his innards was wonderful... and it was about at that point that the poor Fox could bare his held-off orgasm no longer. He released his seed all across the floor in pulses, covering its faded brown surface with a fresh new layer of smutty paint. Meanwhile, the copious amounts of semen being jetted into him by Jace began to fill his bowls up, lathering his insides in a warm armor, or a stigma more likely. Pressure, pain, elation; it all emanated from that one point of contact between the Doggies cock and the Foxes canal. The load was large, and even with the swollen cock pressed firmly against his insides, a faint trickle of overflowing semen spurted back out of Mayler's ravaged ass to drip across Jace's sac and dribble down his hind legs. Passionately, the Dobie let out growls of satisfaction till his knot had swollen back down to nothing, and his meat had retracted mostly back into its furred home. As Jace fell backwards in exhaustion, Mayler collapsed forwards, shivering -smiling magnificently- but still shivering.

***

The after math could be best described as a very messy, 18+, cake. Its components: semen, fur, sweat and saliva. If some innocent bystander had the thought to smell the air at that precious time when our two lovers basked in that warm afterglow, he/she would have probably choked. All the oxygen had been replaced by pure masculinity. Dank and sharp musk seemed to lay heavy and compelling in the air like some metaphorical fog. Any outside onlookers would be utterly turned off by such a brew but for the two exhausted, panting, shivering mates though, this was the best scent they had ever created.

***

(Epilogue)

It was some time later that the Doberman rolled onto his side, awoken by an alarm. It was brighter outside then he had last remembered, and he was swathed in the wooly sheets that clothed his bed. Somehow, he and Mayler had made it up to the room and crashed there. The smell that still emanated from him was a dead giveaway that pieced together the exact story. Too tired and weak to even shower together, the two of them must have headed upstairs and crashed immediately... The Doberman rolled over to find the other side of the bed Mayler-less, and replaced by a note. With a grunt he rose a bit and reached a sleep-laden paw over to clasp the paper. Once he grasped it, he brought it to his eyes and began to read, out loud, and as though speaking to an audience at the end of a play. He read what Mayler had written;

Dear Wuff,

Last night was yet another time that I will cherish, and I have to say, I'm so excited to see you again in two weeks. The only regret I ever have of leaving each morning after is the fact that I live so far away. If only we were closer, I could keep you right by my side all the time! As you probably know, I had to get back home to start on work, so keep me in your mind till we meet again!

I'll sure miss you Wuff,

-Your Foxeh <3