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The mountain air was crisp, but Glenn could feel the sweat matting his fur and soaking his shirt as he dragged his camping equipment up the mountain. It wasn't that he was out of shape, merely that he'd not yet shed his winter coat, and his thick white snow leopard fur was providing far more insulation than was particularly necessary for a spring morning. The way he'd over-packed his bag didn't help either. It was the first time he'd been camping since he was a child, and he'd felt compelled to prepare for every eventuality and had packed three times as much for the expedition as he really needed.

He looked up at the husky bounding effortlessly in front of him. The canine was definitely the more physically fit of the two, and it had been that way since the pair had met in high school and fast become close friends. By comparison Glenn sported more of a lanky body type, though most of this was hidden by the exaggerating fluff of his thick snow leopard fur. His thick fur, white and silver in the warm sunlight, had already proven itself to be completely impractical for a warm climate. It didn't help that Patrick had packed much more lightly than him, and was having a much easier time of the hike as a result.

They'd been planning this trip together for months, waiting for a time when they could book a suitable period off from work and travel out into the country to explore.

The area they'd chosen was a popular destination for outdoorsy types due to its varied terrain and naturally beautiful scenery. Survivalists came for its rich woodlands, campers for its plateaus, and the area had even recently become popular with cavers and spelunkers due to the discovery of an intricate series of caverns that riddled the countryside.

At that moment, however, the natural beauty was entirely lost on Glenn. He let the backpack slip from his shoulders and collapsed against it near a tree. Panting, he held up a paw instinctively to signal his buddy.

"Patrick, stop, I need a breather."

"Again? This is like the fifth time" the canine called back, turning around in spite of his protestations.

Glenn reached to the side of his bag, unhooked his water bottle and took a good long swig. He rested for a moment, lightly tugging his shirt away from his fur in the hopes of allowing some of the sweat to evaporate from his body. He looked ahead on the trail, where his companion was already restlessly playing with a stick, tossing it into the air and catching it as it came down. He looked at the trail ahead, marked out with lush green summer leaves, realising that he couldn't stall much longer. He squirted some water onto his face to wash away some of the sweat and then pulled himself to his feet, squatting for a moment as he pulled his full bag back onto his shoulders.

Eventually the two came to a small clearing in the middle of the forest, and decided that it was as good a place as any to set up camp. By the time they'd finished preparing the campsite and erecting the tent, the sun had long since vanished below the trees and night was firmly upon them.

"Want to light a fire and roast marshmallows?" Patrick asked, 'We've not done that since we were kids."

"Tomorrow, maybe, there's plenty of time left. Tonight I just need to crash out."

Patrick feigned indignance at having to call an end to the day's fun, but the truth was that he was also exhausted from the long hike up to their current location.

Around 30 minutes later, having brushed his teeth, Glenn stripped to his boxers - baggy, practical things - and threw his clothes, still damp with sweat, into the corner of the tent with a disgusted look. The cold night air on his fur quickly serving to wash away the clammy feeling he'd suffered with all day, and he quickly began to feel like himself again. Stooping down, he struggled for a moment to fit his large, excessively fluffy snow leopard tail inside his all-weather sleeping bag, stuffing it haphazardly into the fabric until the appendage acted almost as a full body pillow when he lay back.

A few seconds later, the entrance flap to the tent was lifted, and Patrick shuffled inside. For a moment, as he stood in the entrance to the tent, Glenn thought he saw the moonlight glint off his friend's underwear in an unnatural way, as though his full figure was in darkness save for one tiny slither of light landing in an almost perfect circle on his tight boxer-briefs. He quickly dismissed it as a trick of the darkness, and turned his head rather than run the risk of gawking further at his friend's package.

He felt shuffling next to him as the husky slipped into his sleeping back, taking care to ensure his tail was safely inside before zipping up. The tent was small enough that the two were almost touching as they lay next to each other, occasionally bumping into each other as they got comfortable inside their bags. They talked for a short time about their plans for the next day, but exhausted from their hike it didn't long for them both to drift off into sleep.

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Glenn was woken some time later as Patrick's tail rudely hit him in the face. Still drowsy, coughing slightly from the fur in his mouth, he turned himself over and glared up at his friend. Patrick was awkwardly trying to slip a hoodie over his bare torso in the confined space of the tent.

"What the hell, Pat..." Glenn murmured, speech slurred from tiredness. He reached for his phone, tapping the power button at the top of the device and grunting as the screen burst to life, momentarily blinding him. Eyes stinging, he looked at the time. 03:17.

"Sorry, I just needed to drain the lizard but it's way too cold to outside in just my boxers." Patrick explained, finally pushing his head through the top of the clothing and putting a foot outside the tent. "I'll be back soon, sorry to wake you." Seconds later, he was gone.

Glenn wrapped himself in his sleeping bag, scrunching his eyes shut, but it was no use.

"Hold up!" he grunted, the mention of a bathroom break having a similar psychological effect as listening to a stream of running water, "I'll come too." He slipped out of his sleeping bag and slipped on a jacket, more out of the habit of decency than anything, as his thick sneppid fur would have been more than enough to keep him warm even in just his boxers. Finally, he zipped up the front of the tent and dashed after his friend.

Together, they walked a short distance away from the tent, Glenn pointing his phone screen down at the ground to serve as soft illumination. When they reached a suitable distance, he placed his phone in his coat pocket, pulled down his boxers and let his sheath flop out into the open. He pulled his sheath back just enough for his flaccid tip to emerge, aimed at the side of the tree and let out a satisfying stream of piss in an arc against the foliage, steam rising from the liquid in the cold night air. He couldn't help but think that pissing in the open like this is one of life's small pleasures.

In his peripheral vision, he got another sense of something unnatural. He turned his head to look and saw Patrick standing next to him, his own stream of piss barely discernable in the dark. Like Glenn, he was standing with his legs slightly apart, boxer-briefs tugged down, exposing himself as much was necessary to allow him room to relieve himself. Like Glenn, he'd pulled back his sheath enough to reveal his manhood, allowing him enough maneuverability to aim his stream into a nearby bush. However, the exposed flesh of Patrick's penis appeared to be catching the moonlight more than any other part of him and, upon closer inspection - he really couldn't help himself this time - Glenn realised that it wasn't catching the light at all. It was the light. Patrick's dick glowed, radiating like some kind of lewd nightlight. Glenn was reminded of the time his college roommate, on a drunken dare, stuck a blue glowstick inside his sheath and streaked across campus.

With a relieved sigh, Patrick shook the last few drops of piss from his flaccid dick and pulled the sheath forward to protect it, dimming the light and causing Glenn to snap out of his contemplative daze. The snow leopard tried to look away and look inconspicuous, but Patrick had already seen him looking. Their eyes met briefly, followed by an uncomfortable silence, and then the two began to walk back to camp.

They had made it over halfway, their eyes having adjusted well enough to the moonlight to walk without light from the phone, when Patrick finally broke the silence. "Look, I know it's weird. Maybe I should have warned you, but there's no real polite way to say 'Hey, I have light-up junk!'"

"I'm not bothered or anything", Glenn said guardedly, "it's just, you know. It's glowing. Why? How? I don't really know the etiquette for asking about my friend's dick, either."

Patrick sighed, he'd had this conversation a million times before, but he supposed that at least this time was with his best friend, not some random girl he'd met in a club who was worried that he might be radioactive. "Bioluminescence. It's harmless."

"So, why-?"

"My parents weren't from biologically compatible species, so they had to get help from a geneticist to have me. While they were at it they thought it would be a good idea to add a few other things too."

"Like a glowing cock?" Glenn replied, impetuously.

"They were trying to give me faintly luminescent paws so I could see in the dark, or at least that's what they said. But something went wrong and, well, it all went to my dick instead, somehow. It didn't even kick in until puberty, can you imagine how weird that was for everyone?" he managed a half-hearted, self-deprecating laugh.

"I'm sorry, dude."

"It's fine, really." he grinned, "it's probably got me as many girls as it's scared away."

The two friends grinned at each other, and Glenn reached over to give Patrick a playful punch on the arm. However, his foot caught on a loose root, sending him crashing forward, elbow-first into the ground. There was a loud cracking noise, the floor gave way beneath them, and the world went dark.

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"PATRICK?" Glenn yelled, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. "PATRICK?"

A grunt came in reply, echoing as though they were in a large cave. Moments later, Patrick's voice came from a spot only a few meters away. "I'm fine, sore but I don't think anything is broken. I can't see shit though. Do you still have your phone? I left mine back at the tent."

Another grunt echoed around the chamber, from Glenn this time, as he forced himself to sit up, patting his jacket pockets until he found the one that contained his phone. He pushed the slim button on top, expecting the screen to spring to life and await his password, but nothing happened. He tried again, but the screen remained black. He tried once more, hammering the various buttons built into the case in a vain hope to elicit a response, but none came. He ran his pawpad over the front of the screen. It was obviously shattered. He swore.

"It's broken. I think I landed on it." Silence. "Patrick?"

"I'm here. Just thinking. We can't stay here, nobody knows we're up here and it'll be days until someone realises that we're gone. We're going to need to try and find a way out, the cave systems run all the way through this area so they have to come out somewhere."

"We can't explore without being able to see. And since somebody left his phone behind-"

"Fuck you! I don't need my damn phone to take a piss!"

Red flashed in front of Glenn's eyes, and in a fit of anger he threw the broken remains of his phone in the direction of Patrick's voice. The two bickered until, what seemed like an eternity later, the sound of a phone smashing against the cavern floor came from somewhere far below.

"Was that... was that your phone?"

"I think so..."

"I heard it fly past my ear," Patrick said dryly, "it must have fallen a long way." The two sat in silence for a moment, too afraid to move.

It was Glenn who broke the silence next. "Are you sure we don't have anything we can use to see? Matches, a lighter? Anything? We just need something that can produce enough light... for us... to..." he trailed off.

Patrick caught on quickly. "Uh uh. I know what you're thinking. No. It's humiliating."

'Dude-"

"Dude yourself! I didn't bare my soul to you so you could use me as a flashlight."

"Would you rather fall and break your neck?"

"Fine" said Patrick shortly, reluctantly pulling down his boxer briefs just enough for his sheath to flop free. He considered this for a moment, and fearful of tripping, he slipped the underwear off completely and shoved them into the single large pocket on the front of his hoodie.

In the perfect darkness, the effect was even more surreal. The faint blue light emanating from his concealed penis made his entire sheath glow, like the strange luminescence given off when you place your hand over the end of a flashlight. The flesh was brightest at the tip where, Glenn supposed, his flaccid cock rested closest to the air.

With a sudden flush, Glenn realised he was staring and made a point of scanning his eyes around the cave. He could just about make out some walls, but not much else. "Dammit, it's not bright enough," he eventually concluded. "Can you, uh, make it glow more?" In the faint light he could just about make out Patrick glaring at him, the light being cast upward serving to accentuate his canine features.

Patrick reached down and began to massage his sheath with his right paw, casting faint shadows against the rock. Soon enough, his sheath began to swell as his arousal grew.

"What the hell are you doing" Glenn asked flatly, not really as a question.

"It glows more when I'm hard, I thought that's what you wanted?" Patrick shot back. Sure enough, the walls of the cave seemed more defined now, and he was beginning to be able to make out stalactites hanging from the rock above. He inadvertently looked back at his friend, getting an eyeful of his glowing canine member as it slowly slipped into view. As Patrick's knot slipped free of its fleshy protection the light level in the cave noticeably increased.

"I think that's enough." Glenn said, his eyes scanning the cave they'd landed in. There was a sheer drop behind Patrick, but otherwise the cave seemed relatively safe. He could see a single exit to the their right. "There, I see a way out. You go first, I don't want that thing behind me."

"Har har" his canine friend replied with forced sarcasm.

"No, I just mean- god."

The two moved forward, the light cast against the walls of the cave ebbing and flowing as the husky's unique cock swung from side to side with his steps. Periodically he'd reach down to stroke himself, nursing his cock back to a full, needy erection.

The cave was mostly linear, so it was rare that the two had to make a decision about which way to go. When a decision needed to be made, they alternated between taking the left and right paths, following a seductive gambler's logic that told them that a strong system would increase their odds of getting out safely.

"So did you see those two girls jogging past us on the way up here? Wouldn't have said no to either of them." Patrick smirked after a while, his voice echoing off the walls of the cave.

"Really? We're doing this now?" Glenn sighed.

"Look dude, I've been jerking off in front of my best friend for what already feels like hours and it's starting to get weird. If you want me to staylight then I want to talk about girls."

"So y-yeah, uh." Glenn stammered. He'd talked about sex with the dog before, in fact the two of them had had some downright filthy conversations. But the knowledge that he was directly supplying his friend with wank material made him feel uncomfortable. Eventually he settled on something, an exploit that he'd not yet had chance to boast about. "Ever had your dick sucked by two girls at once? I was hanging out with Jessica and Amanda the other day-"

"-the lesbians?" came Patrick's reply, the light in the cave practically throbbing in response.

"Yeah, except they're not actually lesbians. They're bi, guess it never pays to make assumptions, right? Anyway, I was hanging out at theirs like we do all the time. 'Manda gave Jess a kiss, no big deal, only I guess I was in the mood because it got me hard as a rock. Jess noticed and I pretty much died of embarrassment, but then they were just like 'you should have just said you liked that' and suddenly they're pulling my cock out of my jeans-"

"You're full of shit." interrupted Pat, his dismissal instantly betrayed by a move of his paw and another increase in the ambient light.

"Honest to God, they're so damn casual about it. Next thing I know she's got her mouth on my dick, and Jessica moves down to my balls, and- Pat, you okay?"

Panting, Patrick let his paw fall to his side, leaving his aching cock standing to attention in the air. His shaft was soaked with faintly luminescent pre, the substance copious enough to have lightly stained his sheath where it sat tucked behind his bulging knot. "Hold on, dude, I need a moment."

"Christ almighty, what's wrong now? Do you want me to hold it for you or something?" as though making a frustrated point, he reached his paw out obscenely in front of Patrick's aching dick and made a squeezing gesture with his fingers. This is when Glenn learned two important things.

The first, as obvious as it may seem in hindsight, was that judging distance in near-total darkness is harder than you might think.

The second was that their lessons in canine anatomy during sex ed class, for reasons of decency, had never quite emphasised just how incredibly sensitive a husky's knot actually is, especially when he's been edging himself for the better part of two hours.

The morbid embarrassment had barely begun to register when Patrick let out an involuntary moan, the paw squeezing his knot sending a jolt along his spine and lighting up a specific signal in his brain that screamed I'M TIED, YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO. Patrick bit his lip and tried to hold back, but he was already too far gone. His cock throbbed and twitched against the cat's digits, and moments later thick jets of his cum spurting from the spaded tip of his cock and arcing through the air in front of him.

Too late, Glenn jerked back his hand, grimacing as though he could still feel his friend's dick orgasming in his grip. A silence followed, this one more potent even than the one they'd experienced in the woods, and all the time Patrick's spent dick softened, the light slowly fading from view.

But, not entirely. Trails of faintly luminescent cum dotted the floor like road markings, and at the end of the trail - moonlight. It was faint, so faint that the raging, aching glow from Patrick's dick had drowned it out. They rushed towards it, too tired and frustrated to care what dangers might lie between them and the source. It was a small opening, about the span of Glenn's paw in width, and looked like it had recently collapsed in a similar manner to the ground that had first trapped them here. It only took a few minutes to widen, and tired, filthy and half naked, the two friends spilled out into fresh air.

They collapsed on the ground, exhausted from their ordeal. As before, Patrick was the first to break the silence.

"If you don't tell anyone I have a glowing dick, I won't tell anyone that you gave me a handjob back there."

Glenn shot him an evil but amused glare, and the two sat back, watching the sun rise.