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This story contains acts of consensual intercourse between two male furry characters. You are forewarned.

"Well shit!" Austin grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist as he walked down the hallway, leaving a trail of water. As he approached the door he swung it open quickly to discover Trey, who was just as wet as himself. The whole scene seemed to slow down for the both of them as they stood their contemplating each other. The little red fox was clearly not having a good night. His hoodie was ripped at the left sleeve, he was shivering with cold and, Austin noticed, the pool of water that was slowly growing underneath his feat was tinted red with blood.

"I didn't know where else to go," Trey said. "All I could think of was how nice you were earlier."

Austin might have said "so you had better come in, then," but what he was really thinking was "this is a VERY bad idea."

The fox stepped softly over the barrier and Austin closed the door behind him.

"First off, give it back," Austin had his paw out in front of him while his other arm was busy bolting the door. "I might just be a dumb cop, but the only way you could know this address is if you were the one who took my wallet tonight."

A little hand reached into the front pocket of the sweatshirt and pulled out Austin's wallet. What started as a soft whimper grew until Trey had fallen onto his knees crying into the sweatshirt.

Austin stared in near disbelief. He felt all sorts of things all at once. He was pissed that the fox had taken his wallet. This fox was a hustler, a thief, and God only knows what else. This sort of thing could ruin his career. He tried to stay angry at the fox, in defense of all the work he had put into becoming a police officer. He couldn't do it, he couldn't be angry.

Austin knelt down and cradled the fox in his arms. "Don't cry, you'll get all wet," he remarked with a smirk. The joke worked, barely. The Trey looked up at him and smiled softly. Austin noticed then that the cut behind his ear was getting worse. "Stay here," Austin's voice was strong, but not commanding.

The shepperd padded off down the hallway to the bathroom. He returned moments later with a few fresh towels, isopropyl alcohol, and some cottonballs.

"Lets get you cleaned up then." Austin took some of the alcohol and poured it over a cottonball. "You are going to feel this," he said as he applied the mixture to Trey's wound. The fox winced and withdrew from Austin. Trey was used to pain. Whenever Clinton, his pimp, hit him it was different though. He never saw it coming. The Pit Bull was so unstable and volatile that violence could never be expected. Clinton would hit him for taking too long with a client. Clinton would hit him for sleeping late. He once slammed the fox into a brick wall because he couldn't find change to feed the parking meter.

Trey sat in the entrance to Austin's apartment and waited until Austin was done cleaning his wound. He had stopped crying at some point, mostly out of confusion. He had never had someone care for him before. Nobody took a second to think about doing something nice for him. This new sensation started in his chest and spread to his limbs. It tingled and Trey held deathly still, afraid that it would go away. Trey had spent his entire life being used, and these new feelings were wonderfully perplexing.

Austin finished cleaning the fox's head and, without a word, tossed a towel to the fox and walked away into another room.

Trey didn't move, he couldn't. "I know I felt something earlier, when he caught me." The warmth had left when Austin had walked away.

When the German Shepperd reached the kitchen, he put some water on the stove to boil, took a deep breath, and held it in. "I am not stupid," he mused in his mind. "Never once have I made such an obvious error. I must love him. It's the only explanation. If that is true, this could turn into a giant fucking mess, but I really don't have a choice." Austin stared straight ahead at the clock on the stove. He felt the steam begin to rise off of the boiling water. He had decided. He exhaled.

Trey didn't really know how long it had been. He had used the towel to try to clean up the mess on the floor, and then sat down again where he was before. When he heard Austin coming back, his ears perked up and he inadvertently opened his mouth and let his tongue slide out the left side.

Austin came back into the entrance hall with two steaming mugs of tea. He tried to say something about Earl Grey, but he faltered when the door opened and he looked at the fox. Trey was sitting there, indian style. He had is ears perked up and his tongue was hanging out the side of his mouth. "I hope you like Earl Grey, it's all I had in the cupboard." Austin had to focus on his words because the fox was just too cute.

Austin invited Trey to sit on his couch so that they could drink their tea properly. There were a few moments of awkward silence. "So," Austin began, "why don't you start with why you are here?"

Trey sipped some of the tea. He put his muzzle right above the top of it and let the steam warm his whiskers. "Clinton kicked me out," he began. "He never likes having to talk to the cops, and he blamed me for the bear. That's why you guys stopped us, right?"

Austin nodded in agreement. "Go on."

"Well, after you guys left, Clinton took me back to his place and yelled at me." From the look on Trey's face, Austin imagined that there was more than just yelling. "He said that I was more trouble than I am worth. I don't think I can go back there. I know him. He might kill me." The fox allowed a single tear to fall from his face before he told himself that he was done crying for tonight.

"He's tough," Austin thought to himself, "but this Clinton is going to be trouble." Austin was sitting across from Trey when he saw Trey begin to cry again.

"Why did you come here?" Austin inquired. "Why me?"

"My life has been pretty shitty for a long time. Everybody just takes what they want from me and then leaves." Trey looked right into Austin's eyes. "I know it sounds stupid, but when you held me tonight everything changed. I felt like I had a chance. When you held me, I knew I couldn't keep doing what I was doing."

"Do you want me to hold you again?" Austin waited for the answer with baited breath. Alarm bells were going off in his head. This fox was nothing but bad news. His head kept screaming at him to kick to fox out, but when Trey nodded his head Austin's heart beat harder and faster and he was not going to listen to some chickenshit logic that his brain was spewing.

Austin crossed the room in a single stride, but he felt like he was floating. Carefully, he picked up the fox and carried him down the hallway and into his bedroom. He set him down on his bed and laid down next to him. Looking in his eyes, the two shared a moment, hoping the other was thinking the same thing. All of a sudden there was a frenzy of movement and clothing was torn asunder to reveal soft fur. Hands roamed freely, desperately trying to make up for the entire lifetime of complete ignorance of one another. Austin picked up the little fox and set him down at the foot of the bed. He crawled on top until he was face to face with Trey's cock. Trey was big for a fox, and, as Austin gave the shaft a long lick a squirt of pre shot out and coated the roof of his mouth. The taste of it ensnared his senses. All he could smell was musk. His massive erection swayed in front of Trey, filling his entire vision. The two sucked each other off in the classic 69 position.

Trey had been with lots of men over the years. He had seen all the different types of dick under the sun. Never before had he seen such a beautiful phallus. Austin was jet black and ten inches, from knot to tip. Trey got lost following the curves of Austin's cock. He was brought back to reality when Austin suddenly took then entirety of foxcock in his mouth. Trey took Austin's dick in his hands and pawed it off as he leaned back and licked at the big furry balls that hung between Austin's muscled thighs.

"Oh God," Austin moaned as Trey did his best to fit the entire sack in his mouth at once. Austin's knot was starting to form. Austin stood up and slid his balls out of Trey's mouth. He picked up the smaller fox, marveling in how strong he felt when he handled the dainty fox.

"Please, officer," Trey pleaded as the larger dog picked him up and pinned his back against the wall. He loved being handled roughly by the bigger, stronger male. Trey took the opportunity to put his legs around Austin's waist. Austin bared his teeth and growled as he felt the tip of his cock press against the fox's tailring. Their eyes met, and Trey said a single word, begging the shepperd.

"Please."

Austin slowly lowered the fox in his arms. As his cock slid into Trey, colors exploded before his eyes. This was stupid and dangerous. It could cost him his job. "Fuck it." He was ten steps over the line and still running hard. His heart pounded in his chest, he had never felt so alive.

Trey felt the massive cock penetrate him. Austin was using him, like all the guys before, but it was different. Austin cared about him. No. It was more. Austin loved him. As he was lowered onto Austin's fat doggy cock, he ceased to care. The pleasure bounced around his body, fingertips to chest, to groin. He couldn't stop it, he was completely out of control. That strong shepperd fucked him hard and fast. Raw, animalistic desire overcame him. Trey let the feeling of warmth fill him until he could take it no longer.

Pre had leaked down Austin's shaft and his balls were wet with it. His heavy sack slapped against Trey with every powerful thrust. He couldn't hold back. He drove his to tongue into Trey's mouth. At the same time, he dropped the fox, hard, onto his thick shaft. His knot popped inside and he came.

Trey could feel the hot jets of seed filling him. His foxcock quivered in pleasure and shot rope after rope of sticky seed onto both of their chests.

Austin suddenly felt very tired. With his last ounce of conscious effort, he carried Trey, still impaled on his cock, onto the bed.

Trey could feel Austin's breath on his back. It was hot. Usually, after sex, he felt empty and cold. This time the heat did not leave him. It carried him gently off to sleep.