Fennix was a friendly and sociable fox, which made him a good fit for his teaching career, using his approachable personality to give assistance to his students. He fit well in a setting with a lot of people, which remained true for when the weekend came and he was sitting among so many more at a basketball game held between the home team and their rivals. He cheered and clapped as he watched the players run and down the court, teammates passing the ball between them to either make a shot or dunk the ball. The action was up close for him as he had a front row seat. So far the home team was winning, bringing a lot of enthusiasm and pride to him and the others rooting for the home team. But the opposing team wasn’t far behind, meaning there was still a chance they could make a comeback. It kept them on edge as well. So when halftime came it was the perfect change for the home team’s mascot to come out. A tall great wolf costume, with a faux bulky build, complete with abs that were exposed. Wearing shorts, a half-length jersey and a blue headband that read ‘Crusher.’ Fennix’s attention was fully captured by the character, as usual but this time he was in the front row and able to see him up close. And from the looks of it, Crusher was having a blast, coming out running with his hands outstretched to hype up the crowd, giving those he passed high-fives, including Fennix himself. Even when he was younger, Fennix had been drawn to this mascot character in particular. But there had been something different about Crusher these recent years. His energy and excitement he could bring was on another level, and so was he. Though he was just a costume, the unknown wearer underneath had given the wolf a surge of personality beyond the usual shtick. Crusher, through pure body language, conveyed himself as someone strong, confident, even a bit cocky. But also someone who had a soft spot for his fans, handing out memorabilia to fans, namely the younger ones. Fennix was content to see Crusher operate up close; the movements of his body and the way he performed for the sake of keeping the energy high during halftime. And then the time came for him to really interact with the crowd, choosing someone to try and shoot some baskets from the three point line. And of all the furs or humans that could have been chosen, Crusher stopped in front of him and reached a hand out. Fennix couldn’t believe it but jumped at the chance before Crusher could choose anyone else. He actually took the mascot’s hand, feeling the firm grip and strength of being pulled along by the wolf character, feeling his heart pounding harder in his chest. As he was led to and stood at the free throw line, Fennix did start to feel a bit nervous as he was handed a basketball by Crusher. It didn’t help that he missed the first two shots, one after the other. “Just take a deep breath,” Fennix jumped a bit when he heard a deep yet smooth voice whispering to him as the last ball was handed to him. “Focus and then shoot.” With newfound determination, Fennix took a deep breath and focused on the basket. He let the ball fly and almost closed his eyes, expecting another miss. But what he heard was the satisfying sound of it swishing through the net. And the crowd cheered for him, giving Fennix the chance to feel all of that attention centered on himself, of course bringing with it a rush of pride. [center]***[/center] The home team wound up winning, which was cause to celebrate in itself. Even when the game was over, the orange toned fox wasn’t in a great rush to leave and that worked in his favor as when he did get up and walk towards one of the exits, he wound up running into Crusher. “Hey, it's you. That was a nice shot back there,” the mascot’s voice was slightly muffled but it was that same deep, smooth cadence. He gave Fennix a playful nudge, snapping the fox out of his gawking. “Wanna come back to the locker room and see the trophy?” Fennix’s heart skipped a beat again. It almost sounded like the wolf mascot was flirting with him. He couldn’t be sure but he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to spend some time with the attractive character. “S-sure thing,” Fennix said with a smile. “Lead the way.” As they walked through the empty hallways, Fennix couldn’t help but steal more glances at the mascot, his large build and physique was all the more impressive up close, as if the costume was sculpted with actual muscles. He couldn’t believe that he was actually following Crusher to the locker room! When they reached said room, the first thing that Fennix took notice of was the lingering smells of sweat and musk from the players that were gone now. Not only were the players gone but also the trophy that Crusher had mentioned, which seemed to take the mascot himself by surprise. “Whoa. Hehe, looks like the guys had taken it with them,” Crusher revealed. “But I’d like to think our little halftime show gave the team the added boost they needed. I just feel like I should thank you somehow. Anything you wanted?” Crushed turned to face him, lifting an arm and using it to scratch the back of his costumed head, revealing his pit and how even the costume’s fabric was looking damp and soaked with sweat. Even with all of the scents around them, of sweat layered over itself from the previous games and the players changing themselves over and over again, sometimes leaving their sweaty clothes, the thing that Fennix focused on was the specific smell that was coming from the mascot. It seemed that the costume had gone without a proper wash as well. While the smell wasn’t offensive, it was still very noticeable thanks to the strength of his own sense of smell. What reached his nose was the smell of sweat, both fresh and a bit stagnant, overpowering the staler aromas around him, keeping Fennix’s focus. It had a hold on him, almost pulling him into a hypnotic trance. Fennix didn’t know what came over him, but he was approaching and the next thing he knew, the fox was following his own nose and it wound up pushing itself into the mascot’s underarm. With no hesitation, he pushed his snout right into it, getting his first whiff of the musk that was soaked into the fabric. Even a small whiff was enough to send a rush through him, making his whole body shiver and even bringing about a strong tingle in between his legs, making him gasp. “Whoa, wasn’t expecting that,” Crusher admitted with a chuckle. “But it's not the weirdest request I’ve gotten. If that’s what you want... But it may be pretty strong,” he advised, not knowing that was exactly what Fennix was hoping to hear. The mascot lifted his arm even higher, giving direct access to his pit, which Fennix doubled down on, now having the permission given to him. He didn’t feel any shame about inhaling again, this time doing it for longer, letting the mascot’s potent musk flood his nasal passages, taking in the earthy, masculine tones. He was already close but Crusher assisted further by pulling him in closer, having their bodies touching to the point that Fennix could also feel the heat coming from the costumed body. Having his face stuffed in further, Fennix was really able to see how much darker and slightly discolored the armpit area was while also feeling how truly hot and wet it was, now that the costume’s underarm area was also aligned with the wearer’s armpit. The unknown wearer’s own natural scent was combined with the suit’s soaked up musk, making something even stronger but also all the more intoxicating. Just a few sniffs was enough to make Fennix groan, feeling his length indeed plumping up and throbbing in his underwear and starting to grind against the wolf mascot’s thigh. Sniffing more and gently rocking his body was giving him direct pleasure and the other male kept himself steady, letting Fennix have his fun, keeping his arm up so that the fox could have as much as he wanted. Inhaling over and over again, doing so with a bit more strength than before, Fennix kept his nose and lungs full of the odor, and in return that kept its effects strong on him as well, keeping his lust at full force and his shaft throbbing at full mast now, responding directly to the musk that was almost harsh, having the perfect amount of bite but not becoming offensive, keeping his senses piqued and him constantly wanting more, evident by the way that his mouth was watering. “Wow, you’re really going at it,” Crusher said, his tone being amused but it still made Finnix blush. Though embarrassed, he kept going, letting himself get pulled deeper and deeper. Now all of his inhales were deep and for as long as he could manage, aiming to get as much musk into his lungs at one time as possible, letting its full effects take hold. Making him feel lightheaded but keeping his length pulsing so hard that he could feel his underwear getting soaked from all the precum that leaked out so far. His keen sense of smell was making it all the more enjoyable, becoming all the thicker in tone, making him hum and shiver all the more. The more he did it, the easier it was for him to handle but it was also making him greedier. It was as if he couldn’t stop at this point, even when his head was spinning and the throbs between his legs were so hard that he was squirming, making his length rub all the harder against Crusher’s side, having the front of his pants just as wet as his underwear. He hadn’t realized how much he had been moaning, how often and freely the noises were escaping him, growing all the louder and his actions becoming more intense. Throbbing harder, his breathing coming sharper, Finnix felt that he was losing control of himself but he couldn’t stop. After a few more sniffs he was crying out, overwhelmed by it all. His body shook hard as he inhaled again, feeling his head fogging from the combination of pure musk and his own climax. Unable to control himself, his body jerked and his cock was pulsing all the harder. Spurting from his length that was still tucked in his pants, the fox couldn’t stop himself now, gasping and still spasming as the waves of intense pleasure overtook him, his seed coming out in the form of multiple spurts, coming out one after the other. It was jetting out through his soaked underwear and pants, splattering down onto the tiled floor of the locker room, making a soft wet sound that Crusher could hear, to which he just gently chuckled, letting the fox have his fill and ride out his orgasm... “S-Sorry...” Fennix eventually panted when he came down from the high, feeling the last few pulses of his length, adding to the hot stickiness already in his underwear... “That was just...” “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Crusher said with a chuckle. “Even though I’m pretty ripe right now.” “Actually I liked it that way,” Finnix admitted with another blush on his face. “Your smell. I really enjoyed it.” “Yeah, I can tell,” Crusher said, looking down at the mess on the floor. “But I think you’d like it even more coming directly from the source. This costume’s padding is pretty thick and does a good job of keeping the reek in... Here, let me just...” The costumed wolf reached his hands back, undoing the zipper along the back of his head and unattaching the mascot head. Taking the mascot’s head off revealed the head of another wolf. This one being an actual anthro, letting out a sigh as he felt the cooler air of the locker room hitting him finally. Putting the head down, the wolf proceeded to take off the body part of the costume as well. Peeling it off from his sweaty body, the wolf revealed more of his form, which turned out to be very muscular. From his wide and bulky shoulders, pull pecs, defined abs that were showing there his sweat-soaked tank top, and the outline of his pelvis that could also be seen thanks to how wet the shorts were, clinging firmly to the canine’s physique. He was completely soaked in sweat, musk from his body now that he was no longer confined to the mascot suit. “Well? What do you think?” the wolf asked as he looked at the gawking fox. “I... W-wow...” Fennix stammered. Honestly the anthro wolf was the perfect fit for the costume itself, as if the mascot itself had come to life. But of course the suit didn’t have anything between his legs, unlike the anthro wolf that had a prominent tent in his shorts, the front part of it jutting out. “You know, this is actually my first time bringing a fan back into the lockers,” the wolf said with interest in his voice. “And I think I picked the perfect one for my first.” “H-how about first and only?” Fennix suggested as he got close again, getting a good look at the lupine’s body in full. “Oh? Well. You are pretty clear. And you clearly don’t mind a guy that sweats a lot. You even know how to make ‘em feel real appreciated. I like that...” the wolf said with a smirk. “Speaking of which. How about getting up close and personal with the actual thing?” With that being said, the wolf lifted his arm again, revealing the denser fur of his underarm that was visibly slicked with so much sweat, no longer kept from view by the costume. And Fennix was looking upon it with growing need all over again, his nose twitching as it was taking in the aroma and his mouth watering, both compelling him to act again! He did so with no hesitations or shame, pushing his muzzle right into the other anthro’s pit, this time doing so directly without the costume acting as a barrier between his nose and the wet space. As soon as he did, he felt how really wet the pit was; the perspiration quickly soaking into his muzzle fur. Even more so as the fox started to sniff about, moving his nose back and forth to really explore the area, taking the pure headiness directly to the head, taking in deep inhales from how used to the musk he had gotten, still wanting even more. All over again the fox felt his length getting hard again, all from taking in the direct musk that was all the more potent and stronger than before, completely unfiltered and free for him to take in as much as he wanted. He had his nose buried in so deep that it was pressed against the wet skin, surrounded in the soaked pit fur. So of course the smell was much stronger there as well, having a higher heat and sharper density that cut to the deepest parts of his senses. All over again, he was drinking in the musk, feeling it taking a stronger and stronger hold on him. His inhales were deeper and for longer too, just so he could take in as much of the more intense smell as possible, letting his head and lungs get filled with it. It was indeed strong but also pleasant, a pure masculine essence. “If you like it that much...” The wolf decided to help the fox out by reaching out and taking hold of the fox’s head, not just pushing him in deeper but also getting a grip on the fox’s head to move it about, grinding Fennix’s muzzle through the sweat-logged state of his armpit fur. With more of the scent and wetness getting soaked up by his muzzle fur, it was no doubt that the wolf’s musk would be deeply imprinted in his fur for a while, and would likely require multiple thorough cleanings to fully get out later on. But for now he was more than content to take in the wolf’s mark that he could, inhaling deeply still while also getting more of that taste on his lips. That bit of flavor had him wanting more, which led him to just open his muzzle and let his tongue slink out, not giving it a second thought, making contact with the pit fully and dragging it along through that same denser fur that he had been sniffing all of this time, finding that the taste was just as prominent as the scent. Just as oddly appealing despite its strength and addictive as well, compelling him to lick all over what he could, digging into the fur to reach the skin beneath that was coated in so much sweat that he was now starting to clean away. The wolf hummed as he felt the warm and soft tongue sliding directly against his pit, bringing about a tingling but also tickling sensation that was making him all the more excited, evident by the visible pulsing and how wet the end of his shorts had become. He could tell that once Fennix got started, he wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon. And the feeling of his pit getting licked like this was more pleasurable than he expected it to be. And Fennix seemed to know just the right spots to hit, going at a steady pace and moving his tongue about with a sense of ease that made it almost seem practiced, as if the fox had plenty of experience doing this. Feeling the way that he was moving his tongue about, made the wolf curious about how good it would feel if Fennix used his tongue on different parts of him. He looked over and made eye contact with the fox, who was also looking curious, picking up on the wolf’s changing expressions, getting the feeling that he wanted to do something different. Instead of outright saying it, the wolf instead took hold of his tented shorts, gripping the top of it and his underwear at the same time before pulling down. Once he did, springing completely free was the wolf’s cock, coming into view as something both lengthy and thick, hanging downwards from its own heft; visibly damp with sweat and pulsating with every throb, its meaty veins swelling further to keep blood pumping through the appendage. Fennix almost completely forgot about the pit despite still receiving its musk directly. His eyes were transfixed on the wolf’s flesh and with the hand off the back of his head, he found himself instinctually slinking down until he was down on his knees and in front of the wolf, looking right up at his throbbing erection. Without being told what he should do next, the vulpine simply reached his hand out to take hold of the length, feeling its heat for himself, how it was rising from the firm, sweaty flesh. Making use of it, he was able to smoothly and simply pull the uncut skin back and forth, listening to the other male’s grunts of enjoyment. Feeling it pulsing in his hand, Fennix just couldn’t sit there and only look at it. While still stroking, he leaned in to give the tip a slow lick, tracing over the bulbous end to get a good taste for it. As he did that, small moans came from them both, one experiencing physical pleasure the other was just reveling in the pure arousal of it all. And like before, that first taste was all he needed. Having that same hint of “wolf” but having its own distinct tang, being just as appealing and keeping him hooked... His licks continued, seeking out more of the flavor while his nose was already taking in plenty of the heady cockmusk. After tracing over the tip multiple times, Fennix pulled up with his hand, making the foreskin bunch up so that he could slip his tongue underneath. He watched up close as he made the thick fold of skin rising from his licking about, making the area where his tongue was tracing rise up while hearing the wolf’s higher pitched gasps and moans. “Ooh, I didn’t know you wanted it this bad...” the wolf groaned, not at all expecting this kind of act of how good it felt to have his foreskin lifted, the fox’s smooth and wet tongue cleaning away his musk while also teasing him like this. Even when withdrawing his tongue, Fennix kept his attention on the tip, adding more than just that when he opened his mouth and gently eased the tip inside, forming a seal with his lips as he started to suckle on it. Tongue still moving, it was collecting more than just sweat but also plenty of precum that had been leaking out during all of this time in addition to the spurts that were coming right out from the tip. Because of all of this, the wolf felt like he was going to burst from all this teasing. It got to a point that he felt like he couldn’t handle it anymore or he was gonna go insane! This feeling is what caused him to just reach out and grip the fox’s head, firmly but not too roughly. And with that grip, he simply applied force that got Fennix to take more than just his tip. The only caveat was that the wolf had more than enough inches to go around and there was plenty of cocklength waiting for him: Fennix was seeing that for himself when the same inches that were in front of him were disappearing past his lips and over his tongue. Even then the wolf wasn’t stopping. Taken with how much better this felt and being a lot more desperate for this than he realized, the wolf continued pushing. The next thing Fennix knew, his throat was getting filled around the girth and inches that were entering and slinking down further, pulsing and making use of all the precum that had been swallowed already. Getting the majority of his cock’s length in seemed to be the goal before there was a momentary pause to pull back before the first thrust came. Like the wolf’s grip, it was done with urgency but wasn’t hard enough to actually Fennix. Moving with that maintained amount of control, he kept his hips and Fennix’s head in motion, as a result his cock was rhythmically slipping back and forth along the hugging walls of Fennix’s throat. All in all, Fennix didn’t mind it. In fact he could feel his heart beating in his chest, almost in time with the cock’s pulses. He was certainly surprised at first but the sheer thrill of having this actually happening overpowered that. Instead he started to focus his efforts on working in tandem with the wolf’s actions. In time with his head being moved and his throat getting penetrated, Fennix did his best to lick and suck in a way that had their actions aligned, giving the grunting, sweaty stud as much pleasure as possible. More precum was given to him to directly drink down, making the surrounding walls all the slicker, easier to penetrate, and all the more pleasurable for the lupine. As the throbs were getting stronger, the pace was increasing as well. Moving the fox’s head was a bit faster as well, taking in more pleasure that was making his cock throb all the harder too... “Fuck me... You’re really good at this,” the wolf grunted, getting even more from the tongue that was still moving about, running along whatever portion of his cock that it could reach, keeping his movements so smooth and effective. He couldn’t last any further than a few more pumps before he was groaning out, the throbs being much stronger while his balls were drawing up and pumping their pent up contents into Fennix’s throat. Fennix felt himself melting the moment the hot, sticky ropes started to paint his windpipe; a feeling that he savored before starting to swallow. The shaft seemed to have swelled even more as the wolf was releasing his musky essence. There was so much of it coming out at once that even with him taking big and strong gulps, there was still some coming up and glazing his taste buds. Its taste was so rich, pairing perfectly with how viscous and hot the fluid was. Trying even harder, he tried to keep the stuff, not wanting it to go to waste, even as he felt his stomach quickly getting filled up: the heat and weight increasing. It was getting all the harder for him to handle... As if sensing this, the wolf yanked his cock free from the fox’s mouth and took hold of it, giving it a few firm strokes. With another growl, he coaxed out the rest of his climax, basking in the rush while watching the thick ropes come out with force to mark and cling to the fur of Fennix’s face. Panting hotly, the fox kept himself in place to receive the loads without a second thought, embracing the feeling of getting coated further in the wolf’s strong smelling release. Having its smell right in his nose put Fennix in a daze that was much more powerful than before. So much so that time seemed to slip away entirely. When Fennix regained his senses, it was because the next sensation was strong enough to overpower his head-fogged state. His pants were completely off and the wolf’s muzzle was pressed firm to his backside. There was a wetness and heat slathered thoroughly between his ass cheeks that was intensifying as the licking kept going. The wolf was just finishing up with rimming the fox’s tailhole, getting the space completely wet and slick for what was coming next. “Come on, bud...” the wolf said when he was done, heaving Fennix up and carrying a short distance, he carefully placed the fox back down onto a bench, getting a good look at the other male that knew what was coming next, presenting himself in a way that made the wolf perk up, especially between his legs. Getting up close to the fox and easing into position, hovering his cock over the fox’s backside, the wolf took a moment to get the angle right before he pushed his way forwards, easing between the mounds and going further to reach the licked hole, using the saliva coating it and the additional fluids slathering his cock to ease it inside, causing them both to moan out together; Fennix’s passage was getting stretched and filled in the same way that his throat had been earlier but this time it came with direct pleasure of the wolf’s cock grinding against his sensitive walls. It got more intense as the rest of the wolf’s length was getting inserted, getting to the point that Fennix’s depths were breached and spread as well. “Y-you’re so big...u-uh...” Fennix stammered. “Hehe, it's Crush,” the wolf informed, revealing his name. “That’s really close to the mascot’s name,” Fennix pointed out, feeling the length idly throbbing in place inside of him. “What can I say? We’re a really good match,” Crush snickered as he eased his weight on top of the fox, spreading his legs and planting them to the floor to as much stability and leverage as he could. Once he was ready, Crush started to thrust into Fennix, doing so with a firmness but there was underlying care that kept the fox from becoming completely overwhelmed. Once he started, Crush kept his hips moving, wanting to get right into the good stuff and keep it coming, grunting in time with every push and listening to the pitched moans that the fox was letting out. It was even better than Fennix thought it would be. With every push and pull there was an immaculate rush of pleasure from his prostate being rolled over steadily, along with his other sweet spots. The amount of thickness kept a constant pressure on his walls while the length was more than enough to reach into his deeper areas, hitting another tender spot within him. “Oh, fuck! Yes! Harder!” the fox started to plead. There was already so much he was given but even then he wanted even more. Luckily for him, he was paired with a jacked wolf that was just as eager to show what he could really do. All but lying entirely on top of Fennix, Crush wrapped his arm around to get a hold on the other anthro, letting out a dominant growl before he started to thrust even faster, channeling strength to his lower half and using that to pump his cock in and out, slamming his way in with more strength that made a sharp sound when their lower halves repeatedly connected. Every time it happened, Fennix felt his own balls firmly connecting with the wolf’s, his tailhole getting further slicked and warmed from the amount of precum that was getting pumped out, lubricating his insides more and more. Happening smoother, the in’s and out’s of Crush’s cock were bringing about constant waves of intensifying pleasure. If it weren’t for him being pinned under the wolf, Fennix would have been a squirming, writhing mess. He wouldn’t have been able to help himself, his body responding every time all of those tender spots were touched and stimulated with greater strength. “Yeah, that’s right. Crusher’s gonna give his favorite fan plenty of love!” The wolf spoke in a deep and commanding tone that sent a wave of shudders down his spine. His own length was pulsating all the harder and leaking too as the thrusts kept coming, the wolf’s hips gaining speed until they were nearly a blur with the smacks of their bodies moving coming just as frequently, hurtling them both to their limits. Raising their voices together, the pair felt the rush of their combined climaxes, enjoying the shared bliss of shooting their loads. While Fennix’s was spilling through the gaps of the bench, Crush was cumming directly into the fox’s guts, adding to the seed already in him, getting to the point that Fennix could feel his stomach expanding out further to make room for all of the musky essence getting pumped into him. “Mmm. Hehe. I think I can get you some more upfront seats for the next game...” Crush alluded as he settled on top of the fox and gently caressed him, easing them both into an impromptu cuddle session. Fennix let out a content sigh as he felt the bigger male on top of him, feeling the heat and smelling the musk radiating from him. The very idea of seeing him again, having more locker room encounters like this...he couldn’t ask for anything more...