And so it begins
Late night settled over the pack house like a heavy blanket. Most of the others had finally dragged themselves to bed. Remi remained restless. He padded quietly down the hallway in just a pair of loose shorts, oversized ears swiveling at every small sound, until eh found himself standing in front of Kiran’s door.
He lifted a paw like he might knock, then let it drop. A long second passed before he resolved to turn and leave.
The door opened behind him and Remi's heart landed in his throat.
Kiran leaned against the frame, red fur mussed from sleep, wearing nothing but a knowing little smirk. “I saw your feet under the door, dumbass.”
Remi froze, then sighed through his nose. “Couldn’t sleep.”
“Yeah?” Kiran’s tail gave a curious flick. “You need something?”
Remi glanced both ways down the dark hall, then met the fox’s eyes. “I’m… in the mood to experiment more. With you.”
Remi's scalp and neck tingled under his fur from the panic of what he was doing, and how far he was putting himself out on a limb. He hated, absolutely hated being vulnerable to others. He's a self sufficient fennec that doesn't need others for anything. Except Lir.
Kiran’s ears perked so hard they almost vibrated. He stepped aside and swept a dramatic paw toward the room. “Well come the fuck in then.”
Once the door clicked shut, Kiran immediately started grinning. “What, you want me to blow that cute fennec cock again? Getting addicted to red fox throat already? I'm down, guy, it's fun.”
Remi’s ears flushed darker under the fur. “No. Other way around this time.”
Kiran stopped. His eyes went wide. His tail, which had been swaying, suddenly started wagging so hard the tip kept smacking the side of the dresser with soft little thumps.
Remi stared at it. “Your tail is going to take someone’s eye out.”
“Shut up,” Kiran said, already yanking his sleep shirt off and shoving his shorts down. He hopped onto the bed with actual childish energy, landed on his back, and spread his legs wide, feet pointing toward opposite corners of the mattress like he was presenting himself on purpose. Fully naked. The soft pink of his cock already starting to push out of his white sheath under the warm bedroom light. “Go slow if you need to. I won’t be mad if you tap out.”
Remi climbed onto the bed between those open thighs, heart beating a little too fast. He cupped Kiran’s balls first, feeling the soft, heavy warmth of them settle into his palm, then leaned down and dragged his tongue over the sheath. Soft fur. Heat radiating underneath. The clean, slightly musky scent of fox filled his nose. Nothing shocking yet. Just living warmth. But he was shocked how the balls felt soo different from his own, just the simple fact of them being someone else's changes the feel from what he thought to expect. In a pleasant way, a way that was making Remi's cock strain in his own sheath.
He kept licking, slow and careful, letting his tongue map the shape. The red cock began to emerge under the wet attention, sliding out slick and darkening to that deep, rich red. Remi closed his eyes like he needed the dark for courage, then leaned in. He could smell the red fox's malehood, and he was finding it warm and enticing to his surprise.
Kiran held his breath.
The tip of Remi’s tongue touched the head. Kiran’s cock twitched hard against his mouth and immediately beaded a clear drop of precum that smeared across the fennec’s tongue in a warm, silky line.
“Shit...sorry,” Kiran whispered, voice already a little strained. “Foxes get really wet. Especially me.”
Remi made a small thoughtful noise, tasting carefully. “Warm. A little salty. Mostly just… warm. Not bad.”
Then he opened his mouth and took the first few inches in.
The feeling hit them both at once. For Kiran it was tight and hot and almost shy, the smaller muzzle stretching around him in a way that felt brand new and strangely intimate. For Remi it was heavy and living on his tongue, the soft ridges of veins, the steady throb against his palate, the way more precum kept leaking and coating the inside of his mouth in slick pulses. He sank a little deeper, cheeks hollowing, and the soft wet sound of it filled the quiet room.
He pulled off after a while, breathing harder, looking almost dazed. A thin string of precum still connected his lower lip to the head of Kiran’s cock.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” Remi murmured.
Kiran’s brat mode switched on instantly. “Yup. You just had your lips around a real red fox cock. Veins and everything. Heat. Pre dripping on your tongue. You really had it in there.”
Remi let out a breathless little laugh. “Enough.”
“Little fox lips on my horny pepperoni.”
“Okay, now you’re making it less sexy.”
Kiran grinned, eyes bright and wicked. “Or more? C’mon, admit it. You like how it feels on your tongue.”
Remi answered by sinking back down, deeper this time, taking more of the hot length until the head nudged the back of his mouth. Kiran’s head dropped back against the pillow with a low, broken moan.
“Once you've started doing it the shame fades away and you just want to enjoy it. Fuck… your mouth is so soft,” Kiran breathed. “You’re doing so good already.”
Remi hummed around him in answer, the vibration making the fox’s hips twitch. He started working in slow, steady bobbing motions, tongue dragging along the underside on every upstroke, learning the shape of him by feel.
Through the psychic link, opened deliberately, Cass and Zariel both felt it at the same time. The sudden, unmistakable sensation of a smaller, tighter mouth wrapped around fox cock, wet and eager.
Zariel’s voice came through first, rough with surprise and interest. Holy shit, Kiran. That mouth is smaller than yours. You’re gonna have to warm that fennec up if you ever want him on me. I’d feel fucking huge in that throat.
Kiran’s mental reply was half laugh, half groan as Remi took him deeper. You are fucking huge.
Yeah, well...
Remi had stopped talking entirely. Minutes stretched. The only sounds were the wet slide of his mouth, the soft moans he started making around the cock in his throat, and the occasional twitch of those huge ears. Kiran stroked one of them gently between his fingers and sent another update through the link, voice thick with pleasure.
He’s figuring out he likes it. Like… really likes it. No words, just working me and moaning. Zariel, you’re gonna lose your mind when you see these ears hovering over your cock someday.
Remi surprised him by pulling off just long enough to lick down to his balls, taking one into his mouth and sucking gently before dragging his tongue lower, over the sensitive skin of Kiran’s taint in a slow, deliberate stripe. Then he returned to the cock like he couldn’t stay away, sinking down with a soft, hungry sound.
Footsteps passed in the hallway. Cass’s voice came through the door, amused and helpful.
“He likes his tail tugged, Remi.”
Kiran’s eyes flew wide. Remi’s paw found the base of the red fox’s tail and gave a firm, experimental pull at the same time he sank all the way down and swallowed around the head.
Kiran came hard, thighs shaking, a broken cry punched out of him. His cock pulsed heavily against Remi’s tongue, flooding his mouth with thick, hot ropes of pearly white Kiran. Remi stayed on him through the first few pulses, throat working as he swallowed what he could, then pulled off with a gasp so the rest streaked across his neck and the soft fur of his upper back in messy white lines. Kiran's balls felt like they were climbing up into him, drawn up soo tight while he orgasm'd.
Kiran laughed, breathless and delighted, and tugged the fennec up. “Hold still.”
He licked his own cum off Remi’s fur with careful, thorough strokes of his tongue, cleaning the mess he had made, tasting himself on the other fox’s body. When he finished he rested his forehead against Remi’s for a second, both of them breathing hard.
“Didn’t want to leave you messy your first time.”
Remi’s ears were still flushed dark, but his eyes were half-lidded and a little dazed in a very good way. His voice came out quieter than usual.
“I… liked it. A lot more than I thought I would.”
Kiran’s tail, still gently held in the fennec’s paw, gave a very satisfied wag. “Yeah. I could tell. Now... shall we take care of your own lust tonight?”
Kiran licked his lips and closed the psychic link. Remi layed on his back and spread his thighs.
"Yesssssss," Kiran hissed as he brought his muzzle closer to Remi's balls.
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Lucian sat cuffed to a metal chair in a windowless interrogation room, both legs bandaged and still seeping blood through the gauze. The air smelled of disinfectant and old coffee. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead.
The door opened. A lean human agent in a dark suit stepped in, closed it softly behind him, and moved close enough to speak without being picked up by the cameras.
“Nox sent me,” the man murmured. “There’s a service corridor off the east wing. I can get you to a vehicle in four minutes if we move now.”
Lucian’s green eyes lifted. Hope flickered for half a second.
It died just as fast.
The door slammed open. Three more agents flooded the room with weapons drawn. The double agent froze, then slowly raised his hands. In less than a minute he was face-down on the floor, cuffs snapping around his wrists while someone recited rights that no longer mattered.
The lead agent, a broad-shouldered man with graying hair and cold eyes, watched the traitor get dragged out. Then he turned to Lucian and smiled without any warmth.
“Nice try.”
They moved him to a different room. This one had no table, only a heavy chair with leather straps. Lucian was forced down into it. Thick restraints closed over his wrists, ankles, and chest. Someone rolled up the sleeve of his good arm.
The needle was short and ugly. The fluid that went into his vein was clear and slightly viscous. Almost immediately the edges of the room began to soften. Heat flushed under Lucian’s fur. His pulse kicked hard in his throat. Sweat beaded along his muzzle and the back of his neck. Colors started to smear at the corners of his vision.
The lead agent pulled a chair over and sat in front of him, close enough that Lucian could see the pores on his nose.
“That cocktail is something the public doesn’t get to know about,” the man said calmly. “In a few hours you’ll feel like your thoughts are leaking out of your ears. In a day or two you won’t be able to tell the difference between what you want to keep secret and what you’re desperate to say out loud. By the end of the week there won’t be a single useful thing left inside your head that we don’t own.”
Lucian tried to focus on the man’s face, but it kept sliding. His tongue felt too thick. The straps bit into his fur as his body gave an involuntary shiver.
The agent leaned in a little closer.
“You’re going to tell us everything, animal. About the panther attacks, about who is behind this. About the temples. About whatever the hell you people are doing under our cities. And you’re going to thank us when it’s over.”
Lucian’s breathing had gone shallow and fast. Somewhere under the rising chemical fog, one clear thought still clung to the shape of Nox’s voice from the phone.
Not long.
He held onto it as the room continued to tilt.
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