Man's Best Friend

Hunting instincts are strong in almost all canines, feral or anthropomorphic. Lucas stood completely still, the arctic fox's nose twitching as his white ears swivelled around, the man listening to the sounds of his prey, a rifle in his arms. He heard movement, readying his weapon, aiming it at a clearing ahead of him, the thick covering of bushes and trees thinning out somewhat, that would be where his quarry would appear. The bushes to the right of the clearing rustled and shook as a pair of antlers hurried through the thicket, a second set of footsteps only inches behind the first, two animals chasing each other through the forest. Lucas could feel his heartbeat in his ears as time seemed to slow, blood coursing through his veins as he lined up his sights, his finger steady on the trigger. A shape leapt into the clearing, a huge deer with a majestic rack on his head. The fox steadily and firmly squeezed the trigger, the shoulder bracing against the stock punched back as his dainty body tried to withstand the recoil, the round burying itself into the trunk of a great big tree, missing its target entirely. In the blink of an eye the deer disappeared, only the faint rhythmic thumping of hooves against the dirt ground left as Lucas groaned, shaking his head as he threw the rifle onto his back, running his thumb over the shoulder sling. A head peeked through the thick bushes on the side of the clearing, deep blue eyes staring at the fox as a wolf slowly stepped out, the feral's gaze switching between the man and the form of his prey that was quickly disappearing into the horizon. Lucas only sighed as he squatted down, tapping his lap as he chuckled, 
"I know, I know, I'm awful at this. Sorry boy, you did great but I've gotta put a lot more hours into this before I get the hang of it." 
The wolf sprinted over to the fox, panting as he playfully pawed at the ground, throwing his whole body weight against the man as his grey tail wagged. Lucas laughed as he patted and scratched the wolf's side, 
"Well hey, at least you're having fun, huh boy? C'mon Maxim, let's get back to the tent, we don't have too much daylight left to burn. Maybe you'll get a deer leg to chew on tomorrow, if my back is still in one piece after sleeping in the sleeping bag for another night."
Lucas and Maxim walked down a small path, the lithe fox seeming comically small with the large wolf on his side, Maxim's muzzle coming up to his chest. The sun was swinging low behind them, intense shadows painting streaks all around the forest as the pair marched side by side. 

Lucas huffed as he threw his gear down onto the ground, sitting down in front of a fire pit before laying down on his back, closing his eyes as he panted, his arms splayed wide on his sides. He felt the cool breeze suddenly replaced by hot gusts, cracking open one of his eyes to see Maxim standing over him, the wolf's muzzle right above his head, a tongue slapping against his cheek and sliding across his face as he laughed and pushed the feral boy away, 
"Hey, stop that! Jesus Maxim, what the hell did I feed you, your breath stinks!" 
Lucas heaved himself to sit up again, Maxim sitting down next to him, a muzzle weighing his shoulder down as the wolf's head rested on him. He smiled as he pet his hunting companion, his body aching after a hard day of running around in the woods with a heavy load on his back. It wasn't really his idea to go on the trip: Lucas was never a woodsman, especially not a hunter, and his idea of a good weekend was more movies and junk food rather than firearms and tents. Maxim however was a hunting hound through and through, he'd been trained from just a small pup to track and chase prey, steering it right into the crosshairs of the hunter. However, it was Lucas who eventually adopted the feral grey wolf, hoping he could keep the canine happy with just some increased exercise. But some extra-long walks and chasing around a frisbee can't keep a wolf engaged forever, leading to Maxim eventually becoming slightly antsy and restless. So Lucas eventually decided it'd be good for the wolf to get an outlet for his pent up instincts, taking Maxim for a weekend long hunting retreat. So far the pair hadn't actually bagged anything, having to resort to just eating the MREs and canned dog food that Lucas had brought. Even still, Maxim was having the time of his life, a spark of pure joy burning in his blue eyes for the whole duration of the trip. The fox stacked a few logs in the fire pit, stuffing some wood shaving under the stack and lighting it on fire, sitting back and relaxing as he and the wolf watched the flames. 

The sun was starting to slowly plummet below the horizon, the thick forest aflame with a crimson and orange glow, as Lucas heard some odd slurping and licking sounds coming from behind him, turning around to see Maxim laying on his side, his muzzle pushed up to his fat sheath and balls, his tongue lapping at it. The white fox grinned as he shuffled next to Maxim, leaning down next to the wolf, his nose bumping into the quickly expanding red rocket that was peeking out of the sheath.
"All this running around get you excited boy? Let me help with that, it's the least I can do for ya after whiffing that shot."
Maxim leaned back to let the man get to work on him, rolling over to his back, his four legs splayed off to the sides as he panted. Lucas wrapped a hand around the loaded sheath, giving it a few slow pumps to coax out the prize waiting within, the tip of the canine cock peeking out, squirting a few ropes of watery precum onto his hands. He pushed his muzzle right up to the sheath, taking in a deep breath as he closed his eyes, his nose filling with the musky and feral scent of the wolf, his own pants bulging up at the front. The dick was almost halfway out of the sheath at this point, the fox slipping the tip into his mouth, starting to suckle on it, massaging and teasing it by circling his tongue on it, getting a few pleased grumbles and huffs from the feral canine, the cock growing in his hands. Lucas' pants were getting uncomfortably tight, the fox sighing with shaft in his mouth as he reached down to frantically unzip them, pulling his own canine cock out, fully erect with his knot pulsing as he rubbed it. A devious smile came to his face as he had an idea, throwing one of his legs over the wolf's head so he was laying on top of the beast, his knees on either side of Maxim's head and his own face buried deep in the wolf's crotch. Lucas dangled his rod over Maxim's muzzle, the wolf getting the idea as he swallowed it into his maw, his large tongue slathering the shaft and knot. The fox moaned as he felt the feral's hot mouth around him, his handiwork and oral skills getting Maxim's cock fully out of its sheath, the knot starting to inflate as he stroked and massaged it with his fingers. He took a few deep breaths before plunging himself down on the shaft, taking it all right up to the knot into his eager maw, letting his tongue tickle and stroke the underside of it. He could feel Maxim starting to thrust up into him, the feral's hips moving by instinct as the red rocket lodged in his muzzle pushed deeper and deeper, grinding into the back of his throat as he focused on just calmly breathing through his nose, one of his hands massaging the knot and the other cupping the wolf's hefty ballsack. His saliva smeared down onto Maxim's crotch fur as Lucas opened his maw as wide as he could, the knot bumping into his nose with every thrust, his mouth filled with the salty and musky taste of feral wolf precum. The wolf could feel that Maxim was close, but he wanted to give his companion more than just a quick blowjob, pulling the cock out of his throat with a loud gurgling sound, gasping for air as he buried his muzzle into the wolf's crotch, slowly stroking the dick and licking the balls as he looked down at Maxim, a grin on his face. 

Lucas rolled off of Maxim, getting on his knees to run his fingers through the thick fur on the wolf's belly, both canines' cocks twitching and dripping with precum. 
"You've deserved a proper lay I'd say, wanna mount me boy?"
The fox pulled his pants to his knees, turning around and bending down on all fours, wiggling his ass playfully at Maxim as he grinned. The feral canine quickly clambered onto his feet, strutting behind the presenting man and sticking his muzzle right between the asscheeks, Lucas letting out a moan as he felt a powerful and wide tongue lapping at his tailhole, reaching back to spread his asscheeks with one hand. Maxim licked and rimmed the fox, his tongue pushing into the asshole, the white fur quickly matted with saliva. Finally he pulled his muzzle back and hopped up to mount the man, Lucas grunting as the large wolf's weight bore down on his back, two large paws resting on his shoulders. He felt Maxim's tip poking at his cheeks and crack, reaching back to grab the shaft and guide it to his tailhole, letting go as he felt his hole stretching open, the tip grinding against his opening as he groaned. The wolf's powerful hips thrust the cock into him, sinking almost halfway in with one push, the generous amounts of saliva and Lucas' experience with bottoming helping the thick shaft to slide in without huge issues. His legs shook and trembled as the feral dick opened him up, his own cock squirting rope after rope of precum, his knot throbbing as his prostate was massaged and teased. Maxim pushed his muzzle right up to Lucas' cheek, lapping at his owner, gently nibbling at the fox's neck, determined to show his affection and his appreciation. Lucas felt a shiver running through his spine as hot gusts of air washed over his face, heavy feral breathing filling his ears as he was taken by his pet. 

The arctic fox grunted and moaned as he pushed his ass back against the wolf, grinding his tailhole on the knot, slowly stretching himself more and more open. He didn't always take the knot, staying tied up for almost an hour straight wasn't usually very convenient for him, but he thought that Maxim deserved an extra treat this time around. Plus, being busy at work for the week and going on the trip led Lucas to be rather pent up, his mind clouded with lust, his whole body calling out to be thoroughly bred. The wolf's thrusts were quickening, his shaft slamming into the small fox, muffled thuds and slaps echoing through the forest as he hammered the eager bitch under him, his back legs thudding against the ground as he tried to get as much grip as possible, a low guttural growl coming from his throat. With both Maxim pushing into the fox, and Lucas grinding his ass back into the cock, the feral's knot finally slipped inside of him, his eyes rolling back and his tongue lolling out of his maw as he was left breathless. The wolf howled as his dick throbbed and his furry balls pulsed, his tip erupting into a fountain of cum, coating the fox's walls in his seed, Lucas' bowels painted the same colour as the man's white fur. Lucas almost collapsed down onto the ground with his arms and legs turning into jelly, the weight of the beast on top of him still. He could feel himself being pumped full of hot cum, his tailhole stretched wide open. Without even needing to lay a hand on it, his own shaft quivered and sprayed out his pent up seed, mixing in with the pool on the ground that had already leaked from his hole. He gave a satisfied sigh as he gently and slowly lied down on the ground, Maxim following his lead and collapsing on top of him, the feral canine's tail happily wagging. The wolf licked and nuzzled Lucas' face, getting a laugh and a pet in return from him, the pair panting as they rode out their orgasms. The fox knew he'd be tied up for a good while, the last few rays of the sun still shining in the night sky. With the campsite being very much off the beaten path, there wasn't really any risk of the two lovers being spotted by anyone. And the hot summer nights in combination with the giant furball laying on top of him meant that he wasn't about to freeze to death either. So Lucas decided to simply lay his head down and close his eyes, Maxim already having taken the initiative there, feeling the wolf's heartbeat against his back and the slow breathing against his neck. He yawned as the world around him started to fade away, trying not to think about the mess of semen in his pants and fur he'd probably wake up to tomorrow.