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Time crept on and on, into moments that seemed like the passing of eons. Shifting to be but a flash in the ever roiling, tumultuous life. Our perception of time… a molded construct in lieu of the beholders experience. \n[i]Forever moving in ludicrous ways. \nVisible if you can but still yourself and watch. \nTo embrace the spectacle of it all.[/i]\n\n[center]((()))[/center]\n\nIn exact terms, the time for the fox in question took exactly four-and-a-half hours. Matt found himself standing in front the the wolves’ abode. A sharp minute before the aforementioned time.\nHe hated being late, opted to be on time, but for most of his ways: came too early. But come he would. He was a fox of his word, he mumbled to himself as his sleek paw raised up haughtily, along with his confidence, to press the doorbell. \n‘...Or maybe, a fox taken by his word... he thought to himself, a specific grey wolf looming \tover him in his mind as he splayed his pointy ears in embarrassment. \nHe had rinsed and washed, brushed and combed, as he was told. He blushed slightly. He was ready. \nThe doorbell rang and he imagined he could still taste wolf on his sooty black lips. Just as Matt's memory had him back between Renn's legs, staring dreamily up at the demanding wolf, the creak of wood brought the fox back. The sound heralding entry as the door openend. \t\nA broadly set, leathery nose was closely followed by a grey maw. Defining a larger wolf as they they poked out from the comforting shade that lay hid behind the woodwork framed door. Curious yellow eyes, muzzle poking down and training on the bushy orange and white figure just below. \n..''Ah-ah, hey Fox; you must be Matt. So you are the one that Renn can't stop whining \tabout -hmm... Well I guess you are cute’’. \nA larger, slightly more grey wolf towered before Matt. A strident grey paw extended as he finished his greeting- ''Nice to meet you, so... come on in!'' \n\nMatt’s eyes widened as the words from the larger wolf’s muzzle tried to process. ''..Yes! Mas-' Matt started and then stopped, swallowing his words as his green eyes flared up more. He met the father wolf's gaze, his figure and the extended paw. Matt contained his auburn-furred hackles. ''Nice to mee to you too, Mister- ...thanks!''. The fox exclaimed, his groomed and beautiful bushy tail brushing frantically along his blue hued hiking pants. Picturesque he stood, with quaint sharp muzzle and defined black lips; classic two toned furred vulpine.\n\n''No need for misters, The wolf gave a friendly snort. ''You can call me Baldulf''. \nHe continued; We've been wanting to invite your lot’ before… ‘I mean, we’ve tried to contact your family, to see if we could have a garden BBQ, or something of the sorts- to meet. Since we're living close by- and whether we couldn't be good neighbour! \n\n'Though I can't seem to get a-hold of your folks, fox. \t\n‘…You're not living there on your own right?' \n\nMatt's brain looped for a second as he stared at the wolf, ''…Did i -really- almost called this wolf 'Master' just now...' He regained his composure while giving a nervous laugh, before registering the wolf's words. ''O-oh! No, my parents are here, …well, not right now, but they will be at a later date''. He remarked, blushing slightly as he took the Wolf's offered paw, feeling it clasp him firmly as they shook it in introductory fashion. ''My name is Matt, nice to meet you Baldulf''. \n\n[center]((()))[/center]\n\nIt was an air of wolves inside. Heady, not in any bad way, but very wolf indeed. The fox's perky muzzle roved, nose attuned to wolves’ scent. Captivated he stood, looking about their den. \nNaturally, a particular wolf was layered on the fox’s senses. He could almost sense him. And, well, he admitted to himself, that it was an ever so pleasant thing. Blushing quite obviously and staring down the entrance of the living room he seemed to hesitate for a moment. Cozy, warm lighted, a few candles... just neat.\n\n'…So this is what a wolf's den is like'. He thought to himself, just stopping in his tracks as a couch came into his view, a grey mass moving on it. Pointy ears swiveling, muzzle probing and those golden eyes found him. Matt kept a whine under his breath as he felt butterflies organizing a circus in his core.\n\nBefore they could utter a word though, Matt was swooped in a hug by an adoring mother wolf. Chatty, perky, boisterous as the wolfess almost doted upon him, seeming to welcome Matt in the home in five different languages at once. ''Such raeddish fur!, ..beautiful!'' Nalini exclaimed. She had a particular accent to her voice. Perhaps this is the way of speaking in Feywater, or she is just excitable. Nonetheless, it did intrigue Matt. 'Nice to meet you, the fox said, retorting to the seemingly unending barrage from the energetic wolfess. She bustled about, her clawed paw nipping at the ear of the couch-bundled wolf, which was poking obtrusively over the seating armrest were he laid with eyes glinting at the fox. Yapping along, she moved back towards the kitchen. Grey tail whipping about. ‘’The chops need ‘more time in the oven, She called out as the rattling sound of cutlery, pots and pans drifted into the living room. \nIn the meanwhile, the father wolf had returned to his armchair. Feet-paws propped up, reclining and relaxed. He sat armed with an authentic old-school newspaper. He rustled the paper pages in a courteous manner, quipping a ‘’..Yes Ma-am!’ in response to his wife. \n\nRaising from the couch, with a toothy smirk plastered on his muzzle and taking definitive steps- grey paws striding over the cool stone floor- Renn moved over to the startled Matt. \n’…Welcome Fox!, he said in a calm and friendly manner. \nThe wolf stole a quick glance over his shoulder towards the armchair: fatherly wolf was paying no mind, busying himself; his figure hidden behind the newspaper. Turning his muzzle back onto the fox in front of him, Renn’s smirk deepened as Matt looked back into his eyes. A mixture of joy, cunning and wanting shining through, easily recognizable for the fox. \n‘H-ha..’ the fox started, but was cut short as Renn embraced him in a seemingly casual greeting; proceeding to elicit a yip from Matt as the wolfs’ paw deftly roamed over his back. Lowering down, he cupped a firm pawfull of the fox’s butt and squeezed it ever so lightly before rubbing over the area where Matts upper tail connected with his body. \nThe wolf released the fox skillfully, keeping himself framed before the fox’s blushing muzzle from anyone happening to look at the duo. Renn didn’t want to out the fox in front of his family like that. Seeing the blushing fox, triggered the wolf to teasingly growl at him in response. Matt’s blush deepened as he lowered his pointy ears slightly. There wasn’t a worry though, for the den’s shadowed interior and the russet fur along Matts muzzle were just fine to keep visibility to approximately minimum. ‘’H-Hey Renn, thanks for inviting me…’ Matt quipped, slightly bothered, his confidence having been dealt a sure-strike blow, keenly administered by the wolf’s exhilarating paw. \n\t‘’..very nice place you have here, mister..!, the fox chirped over Renns shoulder towards the newspaper, trying to regain his composure. His bushy foxtail swished the floor in his elation. ‘’…Baldulf!, the fox’s words were swiftly parried. The wolf rustled the paper; ‘’No misters here!’’\n\n[center]((()))[/center]\n\n‘Come on, ‘I’ll show you around, Renn said. Catching his eyes, the wolf mouthed a hushed word towards Matt, leaving the fox even more flustered. He grinned at his reaction, moving his paw to tap on Matt’s hip. He led the fox around the den in quick succession; living room, kitchen, pantry, spare room and the like. The stone floor, calming and cooling, soothed Matt’s feetpaws. He tip-tapped around as the wolf chased him along. From an alcove in the den rose a set of wooden stairs. Rustic, age worn but ever a comforting sight promising ascension to an area of rest, relaxation and… other things, usually partaking behind closed bedrooms’ door. Matt blushed while talking with the wolf; ‘..mh-uh, so… your room is upstairs?, Finishing his sentence, he managed to immediately fling his arm up to scratch at his scruff in embarrassment. The wolf cocked an eye towards him and grinned toothily; No of course not silly… we passed my room between the kitchen and the pantry, did you miss it?. Just after the fox started a witty retort, Renn leaned into the vulpine’s russet yips and kissed the fox lightly. Matt hushed himself, his bushy tail rapidly brushing the floor. \n\nUp the stairs they went, fox securely lead by the wolf. And not at all in spite as Matt looked up, swallowing under his breath while his green eyes greedily roamed over the wolfs’ furred rear, hidden under the sportive slack pants. A grey tail lazily wagging above the sight, its silvery tip near swatting the fox's muzzle. He panted slightly as his fantasy attempted to took hold of him. It was short lived as the stairs abruptly ended. With a swift turn, Renn pivoted towards the fox as he ascended up towards him. The wolf grinned with an openly lustful look as he hooked a claw in the waistband of Matts pants and pulled him along into his room. Before the door could be properly closed, the fox was spun around and, with a more serious growl emitted from the wolf, shoved against the nearest wall. A stylish poster, depicting some obscure rockband, crinkled under Matts paws as he reflexively raised them to halt his body being squashed against the surface. \n‘Mh- Wha…’ he voiced, high pitched, but was cut short as he felt the definitive shape of wolf bulge pressing snugly up against him from behind. The fox’s butt seemed almost perfect, its enveloping curve stilling the wolfs’ girth as Renn hungrily urged himself against Matt. The wolf panted, nipping at the fox and growling lowly in between, ‘I knew you would come over…fox, he throatily said. \n‘Because I told you so…’. He bit the fox's scruff assertively. Both of the wolf’s paws straddled Matts hips as he held the fox against the wall, squeezing down and keeping him in place, all the while pulling the fox's alluring rear towards himself. Matts’ bushy tail quivered, being sandwiched in between their bodies. The fox hiked his tail slightly up in a reflexive manner, giving the wolf more room to press in against. Splaying his ears in submission, Matt gasped softly. Hidden from the wolf’s sight, his muzzle was all blush and fluster. \n\nHe squirmed under the wolf’s grip, not giving in that easily however, as he tested the resolve from the wolfs’ advances. Renn, sensing Matt’s trepidation, made sure the fox could feel his intent; he humped confidently against the fox. Growling appreciatively as Matt whimpered softly in return. The wolf nuzzled more through the fox’s scruff, moving up towards one of the folded-back ears~ and stuck his nose in one of them. Giving a tentative lick inside the fox’s ear, he softly albeit assuredly spoke: \n‘You know I am going to knot you… in due time… fox’.\n\nMatt audibly whined in response, ‘I-in d-due time..?, he huffed; his mind clouded. He felt a shiver run down his back, inadvertently causing him to push himself back more against Renn. The wolf was speaking so authoritatively… Whatever stereotypes aside about bottom foxes; Matt couldn’t withstand such arousing advances. Renn’s wolfish scent lay thick upon the room. Fox scent now also mingling within, Renn was equally spacey. He ran on instincts just as much as Matt. \nWith a lust driven need, he coveted the fox.\n‘..In due time… fox…but first more tongue…’.\n\nThe wolf growled as he lingered his paws on the fox’s hips, releasing him teasingly slow. \t\n‘..Dinner’ s almost ready!, a voice from down below called up towards them. \n\n[center]((()))[/center]\n\nThe well-worn oak table gleamed softly under the warm glow of pendant lights. Gleaming silverware winked at their reflection, nestled next to plates decorated with cheerful sunflowers. A crisp linen tablecloth, its edges adorned with intricate lace, had laid ready to receive the feast in progress. The main course tying the sight together, however, held a unique twist. Nestled among its side dishes, lay a platter of ‘lamb chops, not real cuts, but lab-grown, synthetic alternatives. Delicately crafted to resemble their meaty cousins. Mesmerizing scents wafting up from the foods in swirling clouds of steam. This future, created with the available technology, no longer needed to discern between ‘predator’ and ‘prey’. Well, generally speaking that is. While even in this utopia, with medical advances granting whichever body or form one would desire and no longer bound by ancient concepts. Criminal behaviour still existed. There were rumors off underground packs. Hunting for ,sport’. Both predator and prey would show up in a missing report from time to time. \n\nForks clinked against plates, punctuated by candid laughter and animated conversation. The air thrummed with the hum of contentment, a melody composed of gratitude and the warmth of loved ones gathered. Matt fitted right in with the family of wolves. Though not extravagant, the table overflowed with a richness that no amount of wealth could buy - the joy of togetherness! Renn observed how his dad busied himself with his mom, holding her attention as he reenacted something from their past. Glancing over to Matt, the wolf slipped his paw towards the fox next to him. Covered by the oak table, he laid his paw confidently on the fox’s hip, squeezing it lightly. \t\nMatt yipped softly, looking up from his food as he swiveled his quaint muzzle towards Renn. The wolf leaned over to him, sneaking his nose near one of the fox’s pointy ears as he whispered huskily under his breath; ‘I want you in my room soon…foxy’ The wolf completed his sentence with a soft growl, just hearable by the fox. Matt eyes bulged; he couldn’t believe this bashful wolf. Blushing a fiery red, his tailtip twitched over the floor behind him as he nearly choked on the foodstuff. As he turned his muzzle away to cough; Baldulf and Nalini looked over to see what was up. ,…A-ah sorry, just forgot to swallow!, the fox barked out with his flushed muzzle. \t\n\nThe food was delicious. ‘You have outdone yourself, dear’ , Baldulf concluded their merry feasting. Being abuzz and enjoying themselves, father wolf, might have had a few feral beers too much. He gave his wife an actual wolfish look; smirking rudely at her. Looking over at Renn he said; ‘…Son, why dontcha’ take foxy up to your room in a bit.. and give these old coyotes some space huh’\nThe wolfess snorted, bristling her grey furred scruff as she giggled at whatever insinuation Baldulf made. ‘Baldulf! Hush you dog! …And not so fast Renn, I cooked extra at your request, so you will clean up as was the deal mhm~. \n‘...Sure Ma, Renn said; stifling a laugh at his dad. \n\nMatt courteously thanked the parents for the dinner, heaving praise and bowing. He yipped mid bow as he felt himself getting pulled backwards by his bushy tail, towards the kitchen. Off they went, the fox feeling grateful to share in cleaning up. He was never one to take effort from another for granted and would return it given the chance. Finishing up the dishes, the wolf guided Matt in returning the items to their respected cupboards and drawers. As the fox was reaching up to place a bowl on a higher shelf, he heard a soft thud near his feetpaws. Startled, he looked down, seeing an actual soap bar lying on the floor. Raising his muzzle to look at the wolf, he was met with a toothy grin. ‘…Well, pick it up… fox’. Renn said as he pointed down, growling teasingly as he kept his gaze locked on Matt. Annoyed at the cheesy gesture, the fox folded his ears and blushed, averting his eyes. Rolling his eyes at the wolf, he nevertheless obeyed his dominant stare. Turning his back to the wolf, the fox bend over lightly. Flicking his bushy tail, he hiked it slightly up for the wolf while he bend down to pick the soap up. Matt felt his instinctual drive, submitting himself to the wolf’s dominant courting. He fought it though, he wasn’t going to roll over and present himself on each whim! His unruly demeanour was perceptible by the wolf however, and Renn licked his lips, grunting a soft praise as he fox eventually complied. He roamed his eyes over the fox’s body, undressing Matt within his mind as he watched that foxtail raise ever so slightly. ’..Good boy’; the wolf whispered under a contained growl. Continuing his taunt he said; ‘Maybe I could write a psychological report about subs lik you… foxy’ Matt stuck his tongue out at the wolf mockingly.\n\n[center]((()))[/center]\n\nLaughter could be heard from the living room as Renn’s parents had taken to their couch. Invested in one of their sitcoms and looking like a huddled pile of grey floof; they laid half embracing each other. Moving out of the kitchen area, the wolf held the blushing fox’s paw, obfuscated from view as the deepening evening cast its serene shadows into the comfortable den. Dark-grey pointy ears visible, sticking from the couch’s back edge, swiveled in the direction of Renn and Matt. \n‘Have fun you two!, Nalini barked softly from the couch.\n\n‘Y-yes, the fox managed to reply before Renn pulled him along towards the wooden stairs. Matt wasn’t treated with the wolf’s hindsight this time though. The wolf glanced over towards the living room making sure that the coast was clear before he decisively cupped fox butt in his paw, shoving him eagerly up on the stairs. Matt protested in a soft yelp, but yielded and he moved up the stairs. The wolf in close pursuit, his paw firmly kept in place on the fox’s rear, provoking yips from the fox as he gave Matt an encouraging squeeze. The fox imagined he could hear the wolf panting behind him, like a dog chasing a bitch in heat.\nAnd, he confessed, he wanted it too. His russet tail swiping along Renn’s muzzle before the wolf managed to stalk up towards the landing above the stairs. Standing in front of the door towards his room, Renn halted as he pulled the fox into an embrace. With definitive care and a loving gesture; he looked into the fox’s eyes before licking delicately at Matt’s lips. Seeking for confirmation, their consent. He needn’t wait long; the fox’s green eyes sparking in validation, giving free roam to the wolf’s suggestion. Renn wasted no time, gently rubbing his grey muzzle alongside the fox’s delicate orange. He probed Matt for an opening and slid his broad tongue between the fox’s lip. Growling softly under his breath, He licked over the fox’s tongue, eliciting out a soft whine from the latter.\n\nThere weren’t words to describe how Matt felt, this was a peak. A moment in his time, in this being. Marked forever’ how long he would live out in that form. He gave in to the wolf’s predatory tongue. Parting his lips in suave excitement, teasing Renn by swiveling his muzzle away slightly, sighing as he felt himself being pulled closer by demanding paws on his hips. He wanted it to last. Panting from exertion, Renn pulled back from the fox. Wiping his flushed grey muzzle. He had all the permission he needed. \nThere was however, an important thing that needed to be done before they would continue. And it should be done sooner rather than later, as the wolf cautiously cupped the fox’s sheath, feeling the fox strain through his pants from the excitement. Renn was a wolf with a plan however. Shuffling the fox back as they embraced, he nudged the fox onto the bed. Matt yipped in surprise as he went, tripping his butt down into the soft fluffed blankets strewn across the nesting area. He whimpered as he looked up at the wolf. Renn stood before him, all bristle and scruff, uttering a dominant growl as he looked down on the blushing muzzle of Matt.\n\n‘Hold up fox…, Renn remarked as he lowered himself, leaning over the fox, he reached in between the stray pillows adorning the wall. Plushies tumbling down as they lay perched on top while the wolf produced a small cloth bag from under one of the pillows. Matt looked quizzically, gripping the sheets with his paws as his heart still raced from the intense kiss they shared but moments ago. \t‘W-what’s that?, He said as he looked at Renn. The wolf grinned back at him. \nTossing the small bag in the fox’s lap, he sat himself next to Matt. ‘Do you trust me, Matt?, he asked, though with a decent command layered in his voice. ‘Open it, he said, seeing as the fox gave the wolf a confused look. Matt gingerly opened the bag, sticking a sleek paw in and felt; a strange plastic shape...? He fished it up and revealed it into the soft light of the bedroom. His green eyes squinted as he discerned its nature; a silky pink chastity cage. Deftly shaped for sheaths, it would just barely allow the users tip to poke through at the end, with an aluminium ring to secure it snugly behind someone’s balls, a sturdy gleaming lock sat attached to the structure. \n’A pretty gift… for a pretty foxy, Renn growled teasingly while he watched Matt eagerly. \n\nHe- of course- did not know fully whether Matt would agree to his plan. Although there were enough images that he had glanced over on the fox’s PC, back during that sweltering summer. The flushed stutters from the fox told the wolf all he needed. ‘You know where that goes… the wolf chided. He swiped a set of keys from the nearby nightstand, obviously meant for the lock, and jangled them in front of Matt’s muzzle. A momentarily mix of anticipation and apprehension manifested itself around the fox. He looked up with pleading eyes at the wolf. Renn growled softly in response. Before Matt had a chance to respond further, the wolf pounced on him, tucking himself between the fox’s legs. The fox growled in return, taking the challenge on. He yipped as he tried groping for the wolf’s paws, struggling, panting and blushing feverishly as they tried to overpower each other. \n\n[center]((()))[/center]\n\nEventually however, Matt had to let nature run its course as the wolf subdued his comparatively lither frame. Propping Matt’s feetpaws up and around his hips, he shoved the fox into the bedding. Pinning him down on his back and spreading Matt’s legs open. ‘…Stay down; he said in a snarly voice, flashing his fangs triumphantly at the rebellious fox. Matt turned his muzzle in defeat, instinctively showing the wolf his creamy white throat in submission. He whimpered softly, feigning slight struggles against the wolf’s dominant paws. Taking a moment to calm his ragged breathing from the play fight and satisfied the fox wouldn’t resist him more; Renn let go of Matt’s paws. Running his claws down over the fox’s chest… over his stomach, lower he went, finally hooking them into Matt’s pants. Springing the tack button, Renn slipped the zipper fly down in a smooth motion. \n\nThe fox whined softly up at the wolf, feeling his pants come undone and whimpering as he felt Renn’s claws hook under the fabric and decisively pulling the jeans down, taking the fox’s underwear with it. With his sheath exposed Matt wriggled his hips tentatively, his shaft having retracted fully again in the mix of fear and expectancy from the situation. He froze in place at a warning growl from the wolf. ‘Give me ‘your’ cage… foxy, Renn commanded. Matt obliged; shyly extending his paw towards the wolf. Renn took the silken pink plastic cage and sleeved it snugly over the fox’s sheath. Cupping the fox’s balls with affection, the wolf murred softly; enjoying Matt’s surrender as he snuck the aluminum ring cozily around the orbs. He took the lock and snapped it unquestionably fast. ‘That’s better, Renn said with a grin as he locked eyes with the flustered fox. ‘I’ve got you now, he growled dominantly as he leaned down towards the Matt’s muzzle. \nFeeling the cold aluminum ring encircle his sack, the fox whimpered audibly. Matt felt heady. The lingering arousal from the day and now this evening taking it’s toll on him. He squirmed against the wolf, ‘’C-can I feel it?, he asked the wolf tentatively. Renn nodded with a grin as he nuzzled the fox. Leaning on his arms to allow Matt space to fumble with his paws over the chastity cage, tracing the lock and following the metal ring. The contraption sturdy, reliable. It wasn’t going to come off, at least for now he thought to himself. Whining into the wolf’s nuzzles, Matt licked Renn’s nose, drawing him into a kiss. Heated and needy, the fox’s hips humped up slightly, inciting a hungry growl from the wolf.\n\t\nHaving introduced the fox to his new toy, Renn felt it was time to lay some of the rules down. He licked at the fox’s muzzle, gradually intensifying into a kiss. ‘…you’ll be my little vixen, Matt…’.\nThe wolf felt his own shaft strain against his clothes; though he ignored it for now. Feeling the fox sucking teasingly on his tongue, he slowly pinned Matt’s paws down again, pulling his muzzle free from the fox, which responded with an upset whine. Renn nipped down in the fox’s scruff below his muzzle. Growling lowly at Matt; the wolf searched the fox’s stark green eyes. ’…I want you to cum handsfree,., he said with a certainty that brought a deep blush to Matt’s muzzle. Renn grinned as he held Matt’s gaze. The fox laid back with flustered muzzle and folded ears. His green eyes staring submissively up a the wolf. At a loss for words, he gulped, whimpering his response ‘Y-y-yes …master,\n\nIt was exhilarating. Matt reveled in it, which was definitely picked up on by Renn, the wolf assertively keeping the fox pinned down while he told him what a good boy he was… The cage felt cushy and tight around his sheath. He was hot and bothered. Matt felt how his shaft jumped inside the cage, his tip poking scantily out while his balls drew up every time his pelvic muscles strained under his arousal. \nAnother needy whine escaped from his lips as he reached towards the wolf with his paws, cupping the canine’s sheath through the fabric of his slack pants. He could easily feel his outline, tracing his fingers up to find Renn’s shaft. It had to stick at least half out of his sheath- Matt thought to himself as he leaned up to lick under the wolf’s chin. Renn murred. Feeling how the fox’s paws roamed over him felt good. He panted softly, letting out a growl as he felt Matt trace the outline of his shaft through his pants. Humping against the paw, he drew a soft yelp from the fox. \nHe grinned; licking over Matt’s muzzle again; \n‘You haven’t deserved that yet …foxy, he said huskily. Renn Leaned over Matt growling as he brought his snout towards the fox’s sensitive ears. he whispered softly; ‘I want your bussy now… fox, he nipped at Matt’s pointy ear and licked deftly along it. Matt whimpered, his heart hastening as he heard the wolf’s demand. \n\n[center]((()))[/center]\n\nRenn leaned back up, satisfied that the cage was securely fastened on the fox. He released Matt’s paws before sliding off the bed. ‘Can’t let you wake up the neighbors though, ‘star-fox, The wolf said as he briskly walked through the bedroom to put on his stereo. Soft rhythmic retrowave tunes quickly encased them, ensuring that at least more stringent sounds would be muffled. He checked the time, they had at least two hours before his parents would start to get ready for bed. He stretched himself lazily, looking smugly at the fox’s gleaming green eyes that peered at him from the bed. Turning to the fox on the bed, Renn slowly took his pants off. Lowering his underwear as he kept his sharp yellow eyes trained on fox. Licking his lips, his desire mounting as he freed his shaft. It bobbed rudely in the air before the bed, the tip glistening with his musky precum in the scintillating light. \nMatt immediately caught the wolf’s scent. He whined at the sight of the wolf. Renns demanding stare keeping the fox’s ears folded submissively. Following the initiative, Matt slipped out of his jeans, underwear following suit as his bushy tail instinctively curled up around his caged sheath. It didn’t take long for the wolf to pounce the fox. He grabbed the fox’s bushy orange tail, savoring the feel of soft fur on his paws, before hauling his catch closer towards him in single minded passion. \n’...Turn on your belly foxy… show yourself to your wolf; Renn growled his command.\nMatt whimpered in response. Relenting control to Renn created a sensation he reveled in. It started with their very first encounter and he couldn’t get enough of it. He chased that feeling, slowly giving more of himself away. This dynamic of master and apprentice ...or was it predator and prey...? \tWell, The wolf did seem to hunt for his tail. \n\nHe clawed at the bedding, gripping the sheets. Passionately panting, he turned onto his stomach. Shyly fumbling as he reached for a pillow, his bushy tail returning to snuggle between his legs, keeping himself covered from the coveting wolf’s watch. Renn grumbled in approval, looking the fox over as he clambered closer to the prone form. He loved this. This was how it was meant to be. He kept his eyes focused on the fox's, the cute pointy ears folding back in submission and swiveled towards the wolf. Matt's tail rising enticingly above his butt, the fox's back curving down and then up towards his shoulders. \nA curvature in perfect semblance, vulpine form etched into the wolf's desire. \n\n[center]((()))[/center]\n\nMoving up higher over Matt, he nipped at the fox's legs, feeling him flinch slightly. Renn would have none of it though. Remembering how earlier that day the fox hadn't listened and kept at his sensitive shaft, after the wolf had already finished in Matt's muzzle... It was time to return the favor. Straddling the fox's legs, he teasingly nipped again, moving a little higher each time as he kept Matt's legs pinned. \nThe fox whimpered at the sensation from the wolf's nose running through the fur on his upper leg, stifling his bushy tail the nose probed against it. Renn growled deeply, snapping his fangs at the fox's tail. Words weren't relevant anymore as Matt's instincts adjusted in tune with Renn. He whined in protest, still embarrassed to expose his most intimate parts. Hearing another serious growl made him give in. Stilling the muscles in his rigidly held tail, He rose it slowly for the wolf. Yipping as he immediately felt the Renn’s muzzle probing over his butt, following his curve downward. Snugly nuzzling into the cleft under the fox's tail, forcing Matt to raise his tail more. \n\nRenn took his time, growling a commending tone towards Matt for his clean scent as he lovingly probed around, chasing the fox's earthy tones and light musk. ‘Good fox… got all clean for the wolf, He panted hot sultry breath under the fox’s tail, perking his ears up at him before dipping his muzzle in earnest. He pried the fox's cheeks apart, rooting his cold nose right onto his prize. Matt whimpered hard, yipping in tune with the music which was there for that exact reason. Not everyone had to hear the fox of course. The cold nose brought Matt back to their previous escapades, though for the tight cage around his sheath; that was new… \n\nHe felt his shaft twitch against the confines and he wanted to paw off. His arousal had been building up since before he entered Renn's place. Whining at the wolf straddling his hips, Matt tried to squirm away from the cold nose, swaying his hips on the bed. The wolf followed the fox's movements, however, in a trained motion keeping his prize covered as he continued taking in the fox's scent. Exchanging his nose for his tongue, Renn flicked his tongue tip carefully at the fox, smooching and rubbing his nose in between. More whimpers ensued as the fox wiggled his hips from the sensations, he reflexively clenched down every time he felt the wolf slide his tongue over his entrance. Saliva cooling down on the ring of his hole as the wolf took turns to dip his muzzle to lick at the fox's perineum. Matt panted in his swelling arousal, feeling Renn slowly devour him. \nHe lay with his eyes closed, his body shivering with each meticulous pass of the wolf's tongue. Yelping in surprise as he felt the wolf growling against him mid licks. Paws hooked under his hips as his butt was raised . followed by purposeful licks as the wolf writhed his tongue slowly into the fox. Matt let out a keening moan. He wanted to paw so badly, but with each persistent lick the wolf kept his attention focused on his backside. ‘No pawing yourself foxy…, Renn growled lowly. The exacting tongue’s wet sloppy sounds unrelenting, following the fox’s swaying hips that kept trying to wriggle away. The wolf kept the fox quivering and fixed in place before his muzzle. Matt felt how his shaft pulsed in the cage, convulsing with each lick. Saliva ran down from his hole, cooling over his perineum before lewdly tickling the back of his sack. He pleaded with the wolf, moaning as he again tried to wriggle his butt away from the insisting tongue. The wolf growled at the squirming fox. Each time he managed to lick deeper, his prize shivered and the fox’s walls clenched down hard. …He needed more acces.\n\n[center]((())) [/center]\n\nHe poked his muzzle against one of the fox’s butt cheeks, nipping and prying against the fur. Grumbling appreciatively in response to the yelps this evoked. Matt shivered hard as he knew what the wolf wanted; to spread his legs more. He struggled faintly, his shaft feeling painfully erect but unable to grow in the confines of chastity. A dominant growl brought the fox back and he whimpered defeatedly. As he raised his hips up for the wolf, his heated hole was left cooling under the generously applied saliva momentarily. Two pillows were propped under the fox’s stomach, leveraging his butt up and allowing the fox's caged member to hang free against the soft pillow’s shell. \n\nMatt felt even more exposed as the wolf nudged his legs farther apart. His pink hole clenched in the rhythm of his arousal below his bushy tail. Renn ran his clawed paws over the fox's flank, drawing out whiny moans as the fox shifted on the pillows. The wolf growled with lust, his own shaft hard and leaking copious precum. But he was patient, there would be time for that later. He nuzzled the fox's tail aside as he pressed in, his tongue having free reign without the fox's butt constantly clenching in a prone position. He licked slowly, circling along the fox's rim, passing over his entrance enticingly before putting more pressure behind each lick. The change in position worked of course and he easily slid his tongue inside Matt. Gripping the fox’s furred flanks with both of his grey paws as he held the fox at his mercy.\nThe fox had to bite on a pillow now, whimpering as he moved his hips involuntarily from the sensations. Keeping the pillow between his fangs would prevent Renn's parents or, -heck-, anyfur even two streets away, from the raising the alarm. Even so the whimpers and moans were audible as the wolf continued to work the fox into a shivering mess. His body tingled with wanton need as his caged shaft jumped with each pressing pass of the wolf's tongue. He tried to paw at himself, gripping the cage as it dangled between his spread legs. That didn't work of course. The fox moaned around the pillow in his muzzle and he tried to clench around the wolf’s tongue. He felt the wet muscle lap deeply, pushing in his passage still more and sending a dull aching pleasure jolt that echoed behind his caged shaft. Renn had hit a mark; thanks to his long wolfish tongue. \nThe fox shook in place before him and as he pulled his tired tongue back, he could see precum dripping from the fox's cage. Matt was close. He could sense it as the fox whined, his hole clenching lewdly before the wolf, deftly spread open from the licking. He rubbed the fox's butt soothingly, growling praises to the distraught fox. Having rested his muzzle for a bit, he returned to the fox. Biting Matts butt before snuggling his nose right back, tongue making rapid passes over the fox's hole as he returned to deep pressing licks. The fox squirmed and whined and moaned under the wolf, the pillow wasn't going to survive at this rate... bringing the fox back to the edge a couple more times, Renn briefly released the fox’s flank, running his paw over the fox’s balls. He held the fox but for a moment, rubbing Matts sack in his palm before tracing a finger up towards his muzzle while he kept his licks in a steady rhythm.\nMoving his muzzle aside, Renn slid his spit lubed finger in easily, curving down to where he knew the fox’s prostate seated. Matt whined loudly as the wolf reached it. Informed by the fox’s wildly clenching and squirming butt, he quickly dove his tongue right back into the fox, licking in tandem along his massaging finger, pumping into the fox's hole. Matt shivered energetically as moans escaped around his fangs buried in the saliva soaked pillow. His orgasm drew up, coming from way deeper within. He could feel his pelvic muscles convulse in a way like never before. It lasted as he came, spurred on and on by the wolf. Renn kept going, practically milking the fox for all his worth. Making a mess of the pillows as Matt pressed his caged and spurting sheath against them in fervor. The wolf withdrew his tongue at last, panting in exaltation. He growled contentedly as he looked at the mess under the fox, cum still leaking from the caged tip. He gave the fox’s butt a satisfied tap.\n\n[center]((()))[/center]\n\nBefore the fox would fully settle into afterglow, Renn shuffled on all fours past the fox and over the bedding. Facing the panting fox, he reared himself. Tapping his leaking shaft against the fox's panting muzzle. Matt didn't hesitate as he licked obediently over the wolf's tip. Guiding Renn in his muzzle, he suckled him farther in, Soft whines spurring the dominant but exhausted wolf on. It didn't take long before Matt felt how the wolf tensed. Precum flowed more steadily right before the wolf lurched over the fox's whimpering maw. \nStrong grey paws took his head and kept him in place as the wolf came, pumping his seed securely in the fox's muzzle. He growled softly as he saw the fox swallow around his shaft. ‘Uh-ff… yeah that’s it foxy…’ Now it was Renn’s turn to shiver as he felts Matts tongue work under his tip, greedily taking his load as each gulp sent squirming pleasure down into his sheath, his gorged knot pulsing as he rode his orgasm out in the fox’s muzzle. Renn shuddered, weak kneed from the fox’s tongue lazily flicking over his tip as Matt had snuck his paws on the wolf’s hips, keeping Renn in place in his orgasmic throes. He pulled his shaft free from the fox’s muzzle, grinning toothily as he left Matt whining in protest while he rubbed his saliva stained shaft clean over the fox’s muzzle. \n\nRenn drove himself and Matt to tidy the room a bit, quickly disposing of the cum soaked pillow casings and swatting the bedding as dry as possible. The scent of sex was definitely noticeable in the room’s air. They basked in it. Partially redressed, they cuddled together, Renn murred as Matt had his snout buried in the wolf’s fluffy chest. The music droned softly on in the background. The atmosphere was broken by the sound of a rattled knock on the wolf’s bedroom door. A gruff voice could be heard jokingly from behind the woodwork ‘…Are you winning son?, \n‘The clock has beaten us downstairs though. Don’t make any more sounds please as your mother has to get up early- same as me. Baldulf ordered finally as they could hear the wolf stepping away from Renn’s room. \n\nRenn rolled his eyes as he nuzzled between the fox’s pointy ears. ‘Time to go home cutie~, he growled softly. ‘Unless you want to spend the night here…, ‘Definitively no good’ chimed the fox’s inner monologue as he was reminded about a certain school project he had to do. ‘….in due time!, Matt licked up at the wolf’s muzzle and giggled. ‘So… mh-uh where are the… keys? \nThe wolf just looked at him with a mischievous grin on his dark muzzle. A soft dominant growl and a paw squeezing his butt told the fox all he needed to know. He tried to plead of course, but the wolf just nipped at his scruff saying the fox can come help search for the keys with him tomorrow. Swishing his bushy tail he blushed hard as he pulled his briefs up ‘…Slowly, Renn said as he watched the fox’s caged goods disappear from view. ‘At which time are you done with your last class tomorrow, fox?, he asked. \n\nWith a final parting kiss under cover of darkness and with a promise that the wolf wasn’t going to stand him up tomorrow, Matt made his way back to his own family home. He sniffed at the crisp night air as he walked, adjusting the cage around his sheath a little. He still felt horny… and now he couldn’t even… ‘hmm…, He looked at his paw and fingers and casually tested how far he could reach back, grabbing the base of his bushy tail. ‘M-maybe, He whispered to himself, a blush creeping over his muzzle.\n\nTo be continued……\n\n[color=#f57900]Comments are welcome, to improve my writing or to show me what you think! ^_^[/color]\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The Wolf in the Library: Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Coming under lock and key

To the young fox, each subtle movement from the hourglass seemed to drag on. As he waited, readied and busied himself, his mind would wander to the parting words of the wolf.

The wolf’s subtly dominant undertone, hovered under its surface and it was ever so demanding.
An almost primal, savage, need for the fox to be sated. Both biological and psychological. Their feelings palpable and fleeting like smoke and mirrors in his thoughts. The bushy orange fur on the fox’s hackles rose in anticipation as he kept thinking about the wolf. Time crept on and on, into moments that seemed like the passing of eons. Shifting to be but a flash in the ever roiling, tumultuous life. Our perception of time… a molded construct in lieu of the beholders experience.
Forever moving in ludicrous ways.
Visible if you can but still yourself and watch.
To embrace the spectacle of it all.

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In exact terms, the time for the fox in question took exactly four-and-a-half hours. Matt found himself standing in front the the wolves’ abode. A sharp minute before the aforementioned time.
He hated being late, opted to be on time, but for most of his ways: came too early. But come he would. He was a fox of his word, he mumbled to himself as his sleek paw raised up haughtily, along with his confidence, to press the doorbell.
‘...Or maybe, a fox taken by his word... he thought to himself, a specific grey wolf looming \tover him in his mind as he splayed his pointy ears in embarrassment.
He had rinsed and washed, brushed and combed, as he was told. He blushed slightly. He was ready.
The doorbell rang and he imagined he could still taste wolf on his sooty black lips. Just as Matt's memory had him back between Renn's legs, staring dreamily up at the demanding wolf, the creak of wood brought the fox back. The sound heralding entry as the door openend. \t
A broadly set, leathery nose was closely followed by a grey maw. Defining a larger wolf as they they poked out from the comforting shade that lay hid behind the woodwork framed door. Curious yellow eyes, muzzle poking down and training on the bushy orange and white figure just below.
..''Ah-ah, hey Fox; you must be Matt. So you are the one that Renn can't stop whining \tabout -hmm... Well I guess you are cute’’.  
A larger, slightly more grey wolf towered before Matt. A strident grey paw extended as he finished his greeting- ''Nice to meet you, so... come on in!''

Matt’s eyes widened as the words from the larger wolf’s muzzle tried to process. ''..Yes! Mas-' Matt started and then stopped, swallowing his words as his green eyes flared up more. He met the father wolf's gaze, his figure and the extended paw. Matt contained his auburn-furred hackles. ''Nice to mee to you too, Mister-  ...thanks!''. The fox exclaimed, his groomed and beautiful bushy tail brushing frantically along his blue hued hiking pants. Picturesque he stood, with quaint sharp muzzle and defined black lips; classic two toned furred vulpine.

''No need for misters, The wolf gave a friendly snort. ''You can call me Baldulf''.  
He continued; We've been wanting to invite your lot’ before… ‘I mean, we’ve tried to contact your family, to see if we could have a garden BBQ, or something of the sorts- to meet. Since we're living close by- and whether we couldn't be good neighbour!

'Though I can't seem to get a-hold of your folks, fox. \t
‘…You're not living there on your own right?'

Matt's brain looped for a second as he stared at the wolf, ''…Did i -really- almost called this wolf 'Master' just now...'  He regained his composure while giving a nervous laugh, before registering the wolf's words. ''O-oh! No, my parents are here, …well, not right now, but they will be at a later date''. He remarked, blushing slightly as he took the Wolf's offered paw, feeling it clasp him firmly as they shook it in introductory fashion. ''My name is Matt, nice to meet you Baldulf''.

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It was an air of wolves inside. Heady, not in any bad way, but very wolf indeed. The fox's perky muzzle roved, nose attuned to wolves’ scent. Captivated he stood, looking about their den.
Naturally, a particular wolf was layered on the fox’s senses. He could almost sense him. And, well, he admitted to himself, that it was an ever so pleasant thing. Blushing quite obviously and staring down the entrance of the living room he seemed to hesitate for a moment. Cozy, warm lighted, a few candles... just neat.

'…So this is what a wolf's den is like'. He thought to himself, just stopping in his tracks as a couch came into his view, a grey mass moving on it. Pointy ears swiveling, muzzle probing and those golden eyes found him. Matt kept a whine under his breath as he felt butterflies organizing a circus in his core.

Before they could utter a word though, Matt was swooped in a hug by an adoring mother wolf. Chatty, perky, boisterous as the wolfess almost doted upon him, seeming to welcome Matt in the home in five different languages at once. ''Such raeddish fur!, ..beautiful!'' Nalini exclaimed. She had a particular accent to her voice. Perhaps this is the way of speaking in Feywater, or she is just excitable. Nonetheless, it did intrigue Matt. 'Nice to meet you, the fox said, retorting to the seemingly unending barrage from the energetic wolfess. She bustled about, her clawed paw nipping at the ear of the couch-bundled wolf, which was poking obtrusively over the seating armrest were he laid with eyes glinting at the fox. Yapping along, she moved back towards the kitchen. Grey tail whipping about. ‘’The chops need ‘more time in the oven, She called out as the rattling sound of cutlery, pots and pans drifted into the living room.
In the meanwhile, the father wolf had returned to his armchair. Feet-paws propped up, reclining and relaxed. He sat armed with an authentic old-school newspaper. He rustled the paper pages in a courteous manner, quipping a ‘’..Yes Ma-am!’ in response to his wife.

Raising from the couch, with a toothy smirk plastered on his muzzle and taking definitive steps-  grey paws striding over the cool stone floor-  Renn moved over to the startled Matt.
’…Welcome Fox!, he said in a calm and friendly manner.
The wolf stole a quick glance over his shoulder towards the armchair: fatherly wolf was paying no mind, busying himself; his figure hidden behind the newspaper. Turning his muzzle back onto the fox in front of him, Renn’s smirk deepened as Matt looked back into his eyes. A mixture of joy, cunning and wanting shining through, easily recognizable for the fox.  
‘H-ha..’ the fox started, but was cut short as Renn embraced him in a seemingly casual greeting; proceeding to elicit a yip from Matt as the wolfs’ paw deftly roamed over his back. Lowering down, he cupped a firm pawfull of the fox’s butt and squeezed it ever so lightly before rubbing over the area where Matts upper tail connected with his body.
The wolf released the fox skillfully, keeping himself framed before the fox’s blushing muzzle from anyone happening to look at the duo. Renn didn’t want to out the fox in front of his family like that. Seeing the blushing fox, triggered the wolf to teasingly growl at him in response. Matt’s blush deepened as he lowered his pointy ears slightly. There wasn’t a worry though, for the den’s shadowed interior and the russet fur along Matts muzzle were just fine to keep visibility to approximately minimum. ‘’H-Hey Renn, thanks for inviting me…’ Matt quipped, slightly bothered, his confidence having been dealt a sure-strike blow, keenly administered by the wolf’s exhilarating paw.
\t‘’..very nice place you have here, mister..!, the fox chirped over Renns shoulder towards the newspaper, trying to regain his composure. His bushy foxtail swished the floor in his elation. ‘’…Baldulf!, the fox’s words were swiftly parried. The wolf rustled the paper; ‘’No misters here!’’

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‘Come on, ‘I’ll show you around, Renn said. Catching his eyes, the wolf mouthed a hushed word towards Matt, leaving the fox even more flustered. He grinned at his reaction, moving his paw to tap on Matt’s hip. He led the fox around the den in quick succession; living room, kitchen, pantry, spare room and the like. The stone floor, calming and cooling, soothed Matt’s feetpaws. He tip-tapped around as the wolf chased him along. From an alcove in the den rose a set of wooden stairs. Rustic, age worn but ever a comforting sight promising ascension to an area of rest, relaxation and… other things, usually partaking behind closed bedrooms’ door. Matt blushed while talking with the wolf; ‘..mh-uh, so… your room is upstairs?, Finishing his sentence, he managed to immediately fling his arm up to scratch at his scruff in embarrassment. The wolf cocked an eye towards him and grinned toothily; No of course not silly… we passed my room between the kitchen and the pantry, did you miss it?. Just after the fox started a witty retort, Renn leaned into the vulpine’s russet yips and kissed the fox lightly. Matt hushed himself, his bushy tail rapidly brushing the floor.  

Up the stairs they went, fox securely lead by the wolf. And not at all in spite as Matt looked up, swallowing under his breath while his green eyes greedily roamed over the wolfs’ furred rear, hidden under the sportive slack pants. A grey tail lazily wagging above the sight, its silvery tip near swatting the fox's muzzle. He panted slightly as his fantasy attempted to took hold of him. It was short lived as the stairs abruptly ended. With a swift turn, Renn pivoted towards the fox as he ascended up towards him. The wolf grinned with an openly lustful look as he hooked a claw in the waistband of Matts pants and pulled him along into his room. Before the door could be properly closed, the fox was spun around and, with a more serious growl emitted from the wolf, shoved against the nearest wall. A stylish poster, depicting some obscure rockband, crinkled under Matts paws as he reflexively raised them to halt his body being squashed against the surface.
‘Mh- Wha…’ he voiced, high pitched, but was cut short as he felt the definitive shape of wolf bulge pressing snugly up against him from behind. The fox’s butt seemed almost perfect, its enveloping curve stilling the wolfs’ girth as Renn hungrily urged himself against Matt. The wolf panted, nipping at the fox and growling lowly in between, ‘I knew you would come over…fox, he throatily said.  
‘Because I told you so…’. He bit the fox's scruff assertively. Both of the wolf’s paws straddled Matts hips as he held the fox against the wall, squeezing down and keeping him in place, all the while pulling the fox's alluring rear towards himself. Matts’ bushy tail quivered, being sandwiched in between their bodies. The fox hiked his tail slightly up in a reflexive manner, giving the wolf more room to press in against. Splaying his ears in submission, Matt gasped softly. Hidden from the wolf’s sight, his muzzle was all blush and fluster.

He squirmed under the wolf’s grip, not giving in that easily however, as he tested the resolve from the wolfs’ advances. Renn, sensing Matt’s trepidation, made sure the fox could feel his intent; he humped confidently against the fox. Growling appreciatively as Matt whimpered softly in return. The wolf nuzzled more through the fox’s scruff, moving up towards one of the folded-back ears~ and stuck his nose in one of them. Giving a tentative lick inside the fox’s ear, he softly albeit assuredly spoke:
‘You know I am going to knot you… in due time… fox’.

Matt audibly whined in response, ‘I-in d-due time..?, he huffed; his mind clouded. He felt a shiver run down his back, inadvertently causing him to push himself back more against Renn. The wolf was speaking so authoritatively… Whatever stereotypes aside about bottom foxes; Matt couldn’t withstand such arousing advances. Renn’s wolfish scent lay thick upon the room. Fox scent now also mingling within, Renn was equally spacey. He ran on instincts just as much as Matt.
With a lust driven need, he coveted the fox.
‘..In due time… fox…but first more tongue…’.

The wolf growled as he lingered his paws on the fox’s hips, releasing him teasingly slow. \t
‘..Dinner’ s almost ready!, a voice from down below called up towards them.  

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The well-worn oak table gleamed softly under the warm glow of pendant lights. Gleaming silverware winked at their reflection, nestled next to plates decorated with cheerful sunflowers. A crisp linen tablecloth, its edges adorned with intricate lace, had laid ready to receive the feast in progress. The main course tying the sight together, however, held a unique twist. Nestled among its side dishes, lay a platter of ‘lamb chops, not real cuts, but lab-grown, synthetic alternatives. Delicately crafted to resemble their meaty cousins. Mesmerizing scents wafting up from the foods in swirling clouds of steam. This future, created with the available technology, no longer needed to discern between ‘predator’ and ‘prey’. Well, generally speaking that is. While even in this utopia, with medical advances granting whichever body or form one would desire and no longer bound by ancient concepts. Criminal behaviour still existed. There were rumors off underground packs. Hunting for ,sport’. Both predator and prey would show up in a missing report from time to time.

Forks clinked against plates, punctuated by candid laughter and animated conversation. The air thrummed with the hum of contentment, a melody composed of gratitude and the warmth of loved ones gathered. Matt fitted right in with the family of wolves. Though not extravagant, the table overflowed with a richness that no amount of wealth could buy - the joy of togetherness! Renn observed how his dad busied himself with his mom, holding her attention as he reenacted something from their past. Glancing over to Matt, the wolf slipped his paw towards the fox next to him. Covered by the oak table, he laid his paw confidently on the fox’s hip, squeezing it lightly. \t
Matt yipped softly, looking up from his food as he swiveled his quaint muzzle towards Renn. The wolf leaned over to him, sneaking his nose near one of the fox’s pointy ears as he whispered huskily under his breath; ‘I want you in my room soon…foxy’ The wolf completed his sentence with a soft growl, just hearable by the fox. Matt eyes bulged; he couldn’t believe this bashful wolf. Blushing a fiery red, his tailtip twitched over the floor behind him as he nearly choked on the foodstuff. As he turned his muzzle away to cough; Baldulf and Nalini looked over to see what was up. ,…A-ah sorry, just forgot to swallow!, the fox barked out with his flushed muzzle.  \t

The food was delicious. ‘You have outdone yourself, dear’ , Baldulf concluded their merry feasting. Being abuzz and enjoying themselves, father wolf, might have had a few feral beers too much. He gave his wife an actual wolfish look; smirking rudely at her. Looking over at Renn he said; ‘…Son, why dontcha’ take foxy up to your room in a bit.. and give these old coyotes some space huh’
The wolfess snorted, bristling her grey furred scruff as she giggled at whatever insinuation Baldulf made. ‘Baldulf! Hush you dog! …And not so fast Renn, I cooked extra at your request, so you will clean up as was the deal mhm~.  
‘...Sure Ma, Renn said; stifling a laugh at his dad.

Matt courteously thanked the parents for the dinner, heaving praise and bowing. He yipped mid bow as he felt himself getting pulled backwards by his bushy tail, towards the kitchen. Off they went, the fox feeling grateful to share in cleaning up. He was never one to take effort from another for granted and would return it given the chance. Finishing up the dishes, the wolf guided Matt in returning the items to their respected cupboards and drawers. As the fox was reaching up to place a bowl on a higher shelf, he heard a soft thud near his feetpaws. Startled, he looked down, seeing an actual soap bar lying on the floor. Raising his muzzle to look at the wolf, he was met with a toothy grin. ‘…Well, pick it up… fox’. Renn said as he pointed down, growling teasingly as he kept his gaze locked on Matt. Annoyed at the cheesy gesture, the fox folded his ears and blushed, averting his eyes. Rolling his eyes at the wolf, he nevertheless obeyed his dominant stare. Turning his back to the wolf, the fox bend over lightly. Flicking his bushy tail, he hiked it slightly up for the wolf while he bend down to pick the soap up. Matt felt his instinctual drive, submitting himself to the wolf’s dominant courting. He fought it though, he wasn’t going to roll over and present himself on each whim! His unruly demeanour was perceptible by the wolf however, and Renn licked his lips, grunting a soft praise as he fox eventually complied. He roamed his eyes over the fox’s body, undressing Matt within his mind as he watched that foxtail raise ever so slightly. ’..Good boy’; the wolf whispered under a contained growl. Continuing his taunt he said; ‘Maybe I could write a psychological report about subs lik you… foxy’ Matt stuck his tongue out at the wolf mockingly.

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Laughter could be heard from the living room as Renn’s parents had taken to their couch. Invested in one of their sitcoms and looking like a huddled pile of grey floof; they laid half embracing each other. Moving out of the kitchen area, the wolf held the blushing fox’s paw, obfuscated from view as the deepening evening cast its serene shadows into the comfortable den. Dark-grey pointy ears visible, sticking from the couch’s back edge, swiveled in the direction of Renn and Matt.
‘Have fun you two!, Nalini barked softly from the couch.

‘Y-yes, the fox managed to reply before Renn pulled him along towards the wooden stairs. Matt wasn’t treated with the wolf’s hindsight this time though. The wolf glanced over towards the living room making sure that the coast was clear before he decisively cupped fox butt in his paw, shoving him eagerly up on the stairs. Matt protested in a soft yelp, but yielded and he moved up the stairs. The wolf in close pursuit, his paw firmly kept in place on the fox’s rear, provoking yips from the fox as he gave Matt an encouraging squeeze. The fox imagined he could hear the wolf panting behind him, like a dog chasing a bitch in heat.
And, he confessed, he wanted it too. His russet tail swiping along Renn’s muzzle before the wolf managed to stalk up towards the landing above the stairs. Standing in front of the door towards his room, Renn halted as he pulled the fox into an embrace. With definitive care and a loving gesture; he looked into the fox’s eyes before licking delicately at Matt’s lips. Seeking for confirmation, their consent. He needn’t wait long; the fox’s green eyes sparking in validation, giving free roam to the wolf’s suggestion. Renn wasted no time, gently rubbing his grey muzzle alongside the fox’s delicate orange. He probed Matt for an opening and slid his broad tongue between the fox’s lip. Growling softly under his breath, He licked over the fox’s tongue, eliciting out a soft whine from the latter.

There weren’t words to describe how Matt felt, this was a peak. A moment in his time, in this being. Marked forever’ how long he would live out in that form. He gave in to the wolf’s predatory tongue. Parting his lips in suave excitement, teasing Renn by swiveling his muzzle away slightly, sighing as he felt himself being pulled closer by demanding paws on his hips. He wanted it to last. Panting from exertion, Renn pulled back from the fox. Wiping his flushed grey muzzle. He had all the permission he needed.
There was however, an important thing that needed to be done before they would continue. And it should be done sooner rather than later, as the wolf cautiously cupped the fox’s sheath, feeling the fox strain through his pants from the excitement. Renn was a wolf with a plan however. Shuffling the fox back as they embraced, he nudged the fox onto the bed. Matt yipped in surprise as he went, tripping his butt down into the soft fluffed blankets strewn across the nesting area. He whimpered as he looked up at the wolf. Renn stood before him, all bristle and scruff, uttering a dominant growl as he looked down on the blushing muzzle of Matt.

‘Hold up fox…, Renn remarked as he lowered himself, leaning over the fox, he reached in between the stray pillows adorning the wall. Plushies tumbling down as they lay perched on top while the wolf produced a small cloth bag from under one of the pillows. Matt looked quizzically, gripping the sheets with his paws as his heart still raced from the intense kiss they shared but moments ago. \t‘W-what’s that?, He said as he looked at Renn. The wolf grinned back at him.
Tossing the small bag in the fox’s lap, he sat himself next to Matt. ‘Do you trust me, Matt?, he asked, though with a decent command layered in his voice. ‘Open it, he said, seeing as the fox gave the wolf a confused look. Matt gingerly opened the bag, sticking a sleek paw in and felt; a strange plastic shape...? He fished it up and revealed it into the soft light of the bedroom. His green eyes squinted as he discerned its nature; a silky pink chastity cage. Deftly shaped for sheaths, it would just barely allow the users tip to poke through at the end, with an aluminium ring to secure it snugly behind someone’s balls, a sturdy gleaming lock sat attached to the structure.
’A pretty gift… for a pretty foxy, Renn growled teasingly while he watched Matt eagerly.

He- of course- did not know fully whether Matt would agree to his plan. Although there were enough images that he had glanced over on the fox’s PC, back during that sweltering summer. The flushed stutters from the fox told the wolf all he needed. ‘You know where that goes… the wolf chided. He swiped a set of keys from the nearby nightstand, obviously meant for the lock, and jangled them in front of Matt’s muzzle. A momentarily mix of anticipation and apprehension manifested itself around the fox. He looked up with pleading eyes at the wolf. Renn growled softly in response. Before Matt had a chance to respond further, the wolf pounced on him, tucking himself between the fox’s legs. The fox growled in return, taking the challenge on. He yipped as he tried groping for the wolf’s paws, struggling, panting and blushing feverishly as they tried to overpower each other.

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Eventually however, Matt had to let nature run its course as the wolf subdued his comparatively lither frame. Propping Matt’s feetpaws up and around his hips, he shoved the fox into the bedding. Pinning him down on his back and spreading Matt’s legs open. ‘…Stay down; he said in a snarly voice, flashing his fangs triumphantly at the rebellious fox. Matt turned his muzzle in defeat, instinctively showing the wolf his creamy white throat in submission. He whimpered softly, feigning slight struggles against the wolf’s dominant paws. Taking a moment to calm his ragged breathing from the play fight and satisfied the fox wouldn’t resist him more; Renn let go of Matt’s paws. Running his claws down over the fox’s chest… over his stomach, lower he went, finally hooking them into Matt’s pants. Springing the tack button, Renn slipped the zipper fly down in a smooth motion.

The fox whined softly up at the wolf, feeling his pants come undone and whimpering as he felt Renn’s claws hook under the fabric and decisively pulling the jeans down, taking the fox’s underwear with it. With his sheath exposed Matt wriggled his hips tentatively, his shaft having retracted fully again in the mix of fear and expectancy from the situation. He froze in place at a warning growl from the wolf. ‘Give me ‘your’ cage… foxy, Renn commanded. Matt obliged; shyly extending his paw towards the wolf. Renn took the silken pink plastic cage and sleeved it snugly over the fox’s sheath. Cupping the fox’s balls with affection, the wolf murred softly; enjoying Matt’s surrender as he snuck the aluminum ring cozily around the orbs. He took the lock and snapped it unquestionably fast. ‘That’s better, Renn said with a grin as he locked eyes with the flustered fox. ‘I’ve got you now, he growled dominantly as he leaned down towards the Matt’s muzzle.
Feeling the cold aluminum ring encircle his sack, the fox whimpered audibly. Matt felt heady. The lingering arousal from the day and now this evening taking it’s toll on him. He squirmed against the wolf, ‘’C-can I feel it?, he asked the wolf tentatively. Renn nodded with a grin as he nuzzled the fox. Leaning on his arms to allow Matt space to fumble with his paws over the chastity cage, tracing the lock and following the metal ring. The contraption sturdy, reliable. It wasn’t going to come off, at least for now he thought to himself. Whining into the wolf’s nuzzles, Matt licked Renn’s nose, drawing him into a kiss. Heated and needy, the fox’s hips humped up slightly, inciting a hungry growl from the wolf.
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Having introduced the fox to his new toy, Renn felt it was time to lay some of the rules down. He licked at the fox’s muzzle, gradually intensifying into a kiss. ‘…you’ll be my little vixen, Matt…’.
The wolf felt his own shaft strain against his clothes; though he ignored it for now. Feeling the fox sucking teasingly on his tongue, he slowly pinned Matt’s paws down again, pulling his muzzle free from the fox, which responded with an upset whine. Renn nipped down in the fox’s scruff below his muzzle. Growling lowly at Matt; the wolf searched the fox’s stark green eyes. ’…I want you to cum handsfree,., he said with a certainty that brought a deep blush to Matt’s muzzle. Renn grinned as he held Matt’s gaze. The fox laid back with flustered muzzle and folded ears. His green eyes staring submissively up a the wolf. At a loss for words, he gulped, whimpering his response ‘Y-y-yes …master,

It was exhilarating. Matt reveled in it, which was definitely picked up on by Renn, the wolf assertively keeping the fox pinned down while he told him what a good boy he was… The cage felt cushy and tight around his sheath. He was hot and bothered. Matt felt how his shaft jumped inside the cage, his tip poking scantily out while his balls drew up every time his pelvic muscles strained under his arousal.
Another needy whine escaped from his lips as he reached towards the wolf with his paws, cupping the canine’s sheath through the fabric of his slack pants. He could easily feel his outline, tracing his fingers up to find Renn’s shaft. It had to stick at least half out of his sheath- Matt thought to himself as he leaned up to lick under the wolf’s chin. Renn murred. Feeling how the fox’s paws roamed over him felt good. He panted softly, letting out a growl as he felt Matt trace the outline of his shaft through his pants. Humping against the paw, he drew a soft yelp from the fox.
He grinned; licking over Matt’s muzzle again;
‘You haven’t deserved that yet …foxy, he said huskily. Renn Leaned over Matt growling as he brought his snout towards the fox’s sensitive ears. he whispered softly; ‘I want your bussy now… fox, he nipped at Matt’s pointy ear and licked deftly along it. Matt whimpered, his heart hastening as he heard the wolf’s demand.

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Renn leaned back up, satisfied that the cage was securely fastened on the fox. He released Matt’s paws before sliding off the bed. ‘Can’t let you wake up the neighbors though, ‘star-fox, The wolf said as he briskly walked through the bedroom to put on his stereo. Soft rhythmic retrowave tunes quickly encased them, ensuring that at least more stringent sounds would be muffled. He checked the time, they had at least two hours before his parents would start to get ready for bed. He stretched himself lazily, looking smugly at the fox’s gleaming green eyes that peered at him from the bed. Turning to the fox on the bed, Renn slowly took his pants off. Lowering his underwear as he kept his sharp yellow eyes trained on fox. Licking his lips, his desire mounting as he freed his shaft. It bobbed rudely in the air before the bed, the tip glistening with his musky precum in the scintillating light.
Matt immediately caught the wolf’s scent. He whined at the sight of the wolf. Renns demanding stare keeping the fox’s ears folded submissively. Following the initiative, Matt slipped out of his jeans, underwear following suit as his bushy tail instinctively curled up around his caged sheath. It didn’t take long for the wolf to pounce the fox. He grabbed the fox’s bushy orange tail, savoring the feel of soft fur on his paws, before hauling his catch closer towards him in single minded passion.
’...Turn on your belly foxy… show yourself to your wolf; Renn growled his command.
Matt whimpered in response. Relenting control to Renn created a sensation he reveled in. It started with their very first encounter and he couldn’t get enough of it. He chased that feeling, slowly giving more of himself away. This dynamic of master and apprentice ...or was it predator and prey...? \tWell, The wolf did seem to hunt for his tail.

He clawed at the bedding, gripping the sheets. Passionately panting, he turned onto his stomach. Shyly fumbling as he reached for a pillow, his bushy tail returning to snuggle between his legs, keeping himself covered from the coveting wolf’s watch. Renn grumbled in approval, looking the fox over as he clambered closer to the prone form. He loved this. This was how it was meant to be. He kept his eyes focused on the fox's, the cute pointy ears folding back in submission and swiveled towards the wolf. Matt's tail rising enticingly above his butt, the fox's back curving down and then up towards his shoulders.
A curvature in perfect semblance, vulpine form etched into the wolf's desire.

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Moving up higher over Matt, he nipped at the fox's legs, feeling him flinch slightly. Renn would have none of it though. Remembering how earlier that day the fox hadn't listened and kept at his sensitive shaft, after the wolf had already finished in Matt's muzzle... It was time to return the favor. Straddling the fox's legs, he teasingly nipped again, moving a little higher each time as he kept Matt's legs pinned.
The fox whimpered at the sensation from the wolf's nose running through the fur on his upper leg, stifling his bushy tail the nose probed against it. Renn growled deeply, snapping his fangs at the fox's tail. Words weren't relevant anymore as Matt's instincts adjusted in tune with Renn. He whined in protest, still embarrassed to expose his most intimate parts. Hearing another serious growl made him give in. Stilling the muscles in his rigidly held tail, He rose it slowly for the wolf. Yipping as he immediately felt the Renn’s muzzle probing over his butt, following his curve downward. Snugly nuzzling into the cleft under the fox's tail, forcing Matt to raise his tail more.

Renn took his time, growling a commending tone towards Matt for his clean scent as he lovingly probed around, chasing the fox's earthy tones and light musk. ‘Good fox… got all clean for the wolf, He panted hot sultry breath under the fox’s tail, perking his ears up at him before dipping his muzzle in earnest. He pried the fox's cheeks apart, rooting his cold nose right onto his prize. Matt whimpered hard, yipping in tune with the music which was there for that exact reason. Not everyone had to hear the fox of course. The cold nose brought Matt back to their previous escapades, though for the tight cage around his sheath; that was new…

He felt his shaft twitch against the confines and he wanted to paw off. His arousal had been building up since before he entered Renn's place. Whining at the wolf straddling his hips, Matt tried to squirm away from the cold nose, swaying his hips on the bed. The wolf followed the fox's movements, however, in a trained motion keeping his prize covered as he continued taking in the fox's scent. Exchanging his nose for his tongue, Renn flicked his tongue tip carefully at the fox, smooching and rubbing his nose in between. More whimpers ensued as the fox wiggled his hips from the sensations, he reflexively clenched down every time he felt the wolf slide his tongue over his entrance. Saliva cooling down on the ring of his hole as the wolf took turns to dip his muzzle to lick at the fox's perineum. Matt panted in his swelling arousal, feeling Renn slowly devour him.
He lay with his eyes closed, his body shivering with each meticulous pass of the wolf's tongue. Yelping in surprise as he felt the wolf growling against him mid licks. Paws hooked under his hips as his butt was raised . followed by purposeful licks as the wolf writhed his tongue slowly into the fox. Matt let out a keening moan. He wanted to paw so badly, but with each persistent lick the wolf kept his attention focused on his backside. ‘No pawing yourself foxy…, Renn growled lowly. The exacting tongue’s wet sloppy sounds unrelenting, following the fox’s swaying hips that kept trying to wriggle away. The wolf kept the fox quivering and fixed in place before his muzzle. Matt felt how his shaft pulsed in the cage, convulsing with each lick. Saliva ran down from his hole, cooling over his perineum before lewdly tickling the back of his sack. He pleaded with the wolf, moaning as he again tried to wriggle his butt away from the insisting tongue. The wolf growled at the squirming fox. Each time he managed to lick deeper, his prize shivered and the fox’s walls clenched down hard. …He needed more acces.

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He poked his muzzle against one of the fox’s butt cheeks, nipping and prying against the fur. Grumbling appreciatively in response to the yelps this evoked. Matt shivered hard as he knew what the wolf wanted; to spread his legs more. He struggled faintly, his shaft feeling painfully erect but unable to grow in the confines of chastity. A dominant growl brought the fox back and he whimpered defeatedly. As he raised his hips up for the wolf, his heated hole was left cooling under the generously applied saliva momentarily. Two pillows were propped under the fox’s stomach, leveraging his butt up and allowing the fox's caged member to hang free against the soft pillow’s shell.

Matt felt even more exposed as the wolf nudged his legs farther apart. His pink hole clenched in the rhythm of his arousal below his bushy tail. Renn ran his clawed paws over the fox's flank, drawing out whiny moans as the fox shifted on the pillows. The wolf growled with lust, his own shaft hard and leaking copious precum. But he was patient, there would be time for that later. He nuzzled the fox's tail aside as he pressed in, his tongue having free reign without the fox's butt constantly clenching in a prone position. He licked slowly, circling along the fox's rim, passing over his entrance enticingly before putting more pressure behind each lick. The change in position worked of course and he easily slid his tongue inside Matt. Gripping the fox’s furred flanks with both of his grey paws as he held the fox at his mercy.
The fox had to bite on a pillow now, whimpering as he moved his hips involuntarily from the sensations. Keeping the pillow between his fangs would prevent Renn's parents or, -heck-, anyfur even two streets away, from the raising the alarm. Even so the whimpers and moans were audible as the wolf continued to work the fox into a shivering mess. His body tingled with wanton need as his caged shaft jumped with each pressing pass of the wolf's tongue. He tried to paw at himself, gripping the cage as it dangled between his spread legs. That didn't work of course. The fox moaned around the pillow in his muzzle and he tried to clench around the wolf’s tongue. He felt the wet muscle lap deeply, pushing in his passage still more and sending a dull aching pleasure jolt that echoed behind his caged shaft. Renn had hit a mark; thanks to his long wolfish tongue.
The fox shook in place before him and as he pulled his tired tongue back, he could see precum dripping from the fox's cage. Matt was close. He could sense it as the fox whined, his hole clenching lewdly before the wolf, deftly spread open from the licking. He rubbed the fox's butt soothingly, growling praises to the distraught fox. Having rested his muzzle for a bit, he returned to the fox. Biting Matts butt before snuggling his nose right back, tongue making rapid passes over the fox's hole as he returned to deep pressing licks. The fox squirmed and whined and moaned under the wolf, the pillow wasn't going to survive at this rate... bringing the fox back to the edge a couple more times, Renn briefly released the fox’s flank, running his paw over the fox’s balls. He held the fox but for a moment, rubbing Matts sack in his palm before tracing a finger up towards his muzzle while he kept his licks in a steady rhythm.
Moving his muzzle aside, Renn slid his spit lubed finger in easily, curving down to where he knew the fox’s prostate seated. Matt whined loudly as the wolf reached it. Informed by the fox’s wildly clenching and squirming butt, he quickly dove his tongue right back into the fox, licking in tandem along his massaging finger, pumping into the fox's hole. Matt shivered energetically as moans escaped around his fangs buried in the saliva soaked pillow. His orgasm drew up, coming from way deeper within. He could feel his pelvic muscles convulse in a way like never before. It lasted as he came, spurred on and on by the wolf. Renn kept going, practically milking the fox for all his worth. Making a mess of the pillows as Matt pressed his caged and spurting sheath against them in fervor. The wolf withdrew his tongue at last, panting in exaltation. He growled contentedly as he looked at the mess under the fox, cum still leaking from the caged tip. He gave the fox’s butt a satisfied tap.

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Before the fox would fully settle into afterglow, Renn shuffled on all fours past the fox and over the bedding. Facing the panting fox, he reared himself. Tapping his leaking shaft against the fox's panting muzzle. Matt didn't hesitate as he licked obediently over the wolf's tip. Guiding Renn in his muzzle, he suckled him farther in, Soft whines spurring the dominant but exhausted wolf on. It didn't take long before Matt felt how the wolf tensed. Precum flowed more steadily right before the wolf lurched over the fox's whimpering maw.
Strong grey paws took his head and kept him in place as the wolf came, pumping his seed securely in the fox's muzzle. He growled softly as he saw the fox swallow around his shaft. ‘Uh-ff… yeah that’s it foxy…’  Now it was Renn’s turn to shiver as he felts Matts tongue work under his tip, greedily taking his load as each gulp sent squirming pleasure down into his sheath, his gorged knot pulsing as he rode his orgasm out in the fox’s muzzle. Renn shuddered, weak kneed from the fox’s tongue lazily flicking over his tip as Matt had snuck his paws on the wolf’s hips, keeping Renn in place in his orgasmic throes. He pulled his shaft free from the fox’s muzzle, grinning toothily as he left Matt whining in protest while he rubbed his saliva stained shaft clean over the fox’s muzzle.

Renn drove himself and Matt to tidy the room a bit, quickly disposing of the cum soaked pillow casings and swatting the bedding as dry as possible. The scent of sex was definitely noticeable in the room’s air. They basked in it. Partially redressed, they cuddled together, Renn murred as Matt had his snout buried in the wolf’s fluffy chest. The music droned softly on in the background. The atmosphere was broken by the sound of a rattled knock on the wolf’s bedroom door. A gruff voice could be heard jokingly from behind the woodwork ‘…Are you winning son?,
‘The clock has beaten us downstairs though. Don’t make any more sounds please as your mother has to get up early- same as me. Baldulf ordered finally as they could hear the wolf stepping away from Renn’s room.          

Renn rolled his eyes as he nuzzled between the fox’s pointy ears. ‘Time to go home cutie~, he growled softly. ‘Unless you want to spend the night here…, ‘Definitively no good’ chimed the fox’s inner monologue as he was reminded about a certain school project he had to do. ‘….in due time!, Matt licked up at the wolf’s muzzle and giggled. ‘So… mh-uh where are the… keys?
The wolf just looked at him with a mischievous grin on his dark muzzle. A soft dominant growl and a paw squeezing his butt told the fox all he needed to know. He tried to plead of course, but the wolf just nipped at his scruff saying the fox can come help search for the keys with him tomorrow. Swishing his bushy tail he blushed hard as he pulled his briefs up ‘…Slowly, Renn said as he watched the fox’s caged goods disappear from view. ‘At which time are you done with your last class tomorrow, fox?, he asked.

With a final parting kiss under cover of darkness and with a promise that the wolf wasn’t going to stand him up tomorrow, Matt made his way back to his own family home. He sniffed at the crisp night air as he walked, adjusting the cage around his sheath a little. He still felt horny… and now he couldn’t even… ‘hmm…, He looked at his paw and fingers and casually tested how far he could reach back, grabbing the base of his bushy tail. ‘M-maybe, He whispered to himself, a blush creeping over his muzzle.

To be continued……

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