Navigating the Labyrinth
Part III – More or Less

By: Rufus Quentin
For: Vickfox

Victor's ears flicked as Miles panted against them, another little irritating, although not entirely unpleasant factor complicating his balancing act. Weakening arms and legs strained to support his weight.  The constant shifting and swift thrusts into his tail-hole seemed to sap him of his strength, rendering him a little too feeble to support himself much longer. Miles seemed to sense his growing exhaustion and slid his paws from Victor's waist under his thighs. Miles curled back against his desk, lifting Victor as he reclined. Victor's foot-paws left the ground, rocking back and forth in sync with the thrusting his tail-hole received. Victor's paws held his balance, claws digging into the carpet's fibers, presenting his receptive body to the recurrent movements of sex.

Victor hissed and grunted through clenched teeth as Miles’ long slender shaft swept into him with no sign of ceasing, generating ache and soreness as deep within him as the position allowed. It took a great deal of his stamina just to accommodate the powerful sensations of fox-cock parting the walls of his tail-hole six inches deep after what could probably be considered too quick and eager a mount. He watched his foot-paws bounce in recurring movement and enjoyed the occasional squeeze Miles hugged him with, deciding he liked the rare loss of control. The position, awkward as it was, allowed Miles to go deep. Curved cock-tip displaced the tightest spots yet, reaching for depths that seemed to prod well into his belly. Sheath fur tickled the stretched flesh of his tail hole in a way that made him want to squirm, overriding for the overstimulated twitches shooting through the fibers of his body.

The fox took his time. His hips urged his cock through him in long, rhythmic, and forceful bucks, hilting him again and again with an audible slap. White furred balls flailed with the movement of his body. Victor's rock-hard and already knotted cock wobbled too, pulsing forth a steady stream of pre. Victor watched his stiff arousal throb, feeling as though he were just a stroke away from cumming. The waves of teasing pressure against his prostate gave him the impression that he was enduring a minutes long climax, yet denied him the pleasure of ultimate release. He stared intently at his cock-slit, huffing muted grunts through his fangs and bared lips, expecting the violent jets of white to appear any second.

The fox's knot barely distended into existence. It would be a while, Victor thought, subject to the not quite relaxing, not quite agitating sweep of arousal through his nerve-laden passage. Yet the base of Miles' shaft continued its growth, developing into the recognizable shape of vulpine knot faster than anticipated. Victor soon felt the twin lobes pass through his ring, first as barely perceptible mounds, then as progressively impossible girth threatening to bind him in total union. The added stretch slipping through his too small tail-hole began to evoke flashes of pain, contorting Victor’s muzzle into a wince and forcing hisses of air through clenched fangs. His entire body seemed to shudder with relief as the form slipped out, only to buckle under a shiver of nervous tension when the next vigorous buck wedged every inch back through the abused and sore tail-ring.

"Careful!" he exhaled in a sharp whisper.

Miles’ movements slowed into long and smooth undulations, teasing Victor's weary passage with the formidability of his length, halting only after a hilting strike. Knot once again pushed the taught boundary to Victor’s body until taken into the intimate regions just beyond his flexing ring. Victor lurched as the knot settled inside him, repeating "Careful!" no longer whispering. He turned his muzzle toward the fox behind him, casting an anxious glance Miles’ direction.

"What," mumbled Miles, speaking into the naked fur of Victor’s back while his body already performed the slow deep undulations as if a tie were complete.

"If you're not careful, we'll tie."

"So?"

"I don't wanna tie!"

"Why not?"

"What if my roommate shows up?"

"If someone comes in, we'll still get caught whether we're tied or not. It's not like we can magically get our clothes in the two seconds it takes to spot us."

"Please!"

"Relax."

"Stop telling me to relax, I don't want to tie!" Victor tried to pull off, but the vulnerability of the position he surrendered himself made reclaiming mobility a challenge.

Miles hugged him even tighter and his fingers curled into fur, holding him tighter than before. A few more thrusts ground sheath into tail-ring and cock-tip as deep as his length would allow. Victor squirmed on the embedded maleness. His ring clenching around the very base of Miles’ cock and felt the tickle of pubic fur. He grunted, growing anxious at the immensity of fullness and the strange feeling of knot on the wrong side of his tail-hole.

"Come on," said Miles, nuzzling Victor's back, carrying out the rolling pushes indicative of total union. "We've never done this before."

"Quit!" Victor said, toppling them both as he flailed limbs trying to escape.

Miles strove to remain buried inside, keeping his hold on Victor and his butt flexing in desperate rut even as the other fox squirmed on the ground and recoiled. Victor felt the entirety of cock throb within his passage and pressure build against his bladder and prostate, conveying the sensation of fullness more complete than ever before.

"What's a matter?" said Miles. "You're usually game for anything. What's so bad about this?"

Victor huffed, trying to right himself off of the floor. His limbs strained to lift himself, to claw himself back into dignity. He looked into the carpet's fibers, sensing a little bit of inevitability. "I'm just trying to save myself, okay?"
"Save yourself? Come on, we've done it like ten times already."

"I know, but I wanted tieing to be something special."

"Didn't you have fun? And what's wrong with us going all the way now?"

"I don't know," he said, before pausing a moment. "I did, but I always associated tieing with finding a mate. I don't think either of us wants that yet.”

Both their muzzles flashed towards the sound of a key grinding into a lock and the door creak open. A tall and somewhat slender brown bear wearing a football jersey and a backpack slung around his shoulder almost strode into the room. He took a step in before noticing the two naked foxes curled against each other in the very moment of linkage. Two muzzles pointed at him, four eyes flashed their whites, held wide open in abrupt stupefaction. The bear paused, laid his eyes on the pair of copper furred fornicators lying entangled in the public space, letting a similar look of wide-eyed surprise grace his features. He took a step back, then another, spoke "Umm, carry on?" with the cadence of a question. The bear retraced his steps and vanished from where he came, locking the door behind them.

"Damn, that was hot," said Miles. "You see, no one really cares."

"Fuck," replied Victor, trying to wrestle away from Miles. The fox relinquished his hold on him, save for the link his canine anatomy forged. Victor grunted, feeling the swollen girth of knot tug against his body from the inside. "Fuck," he said again, darting a paw between their bodies. His fingertips reached the lube-slick bare patch, passing through matted sheath and pubic fur to discover the skin of his tail-hole taught around the root of Miles’ cock. He tried to tug himself free, but the sexual bond with Miles proved surprisingly strong. The tug and pull only strained against his interior, making it clear to him in a matter of seconds that their tie was complete, that he again surrendered another special piece of himself.

“What’s a matter Vic?”

“You tied with me! Jerk!”

“What? I really thought you were ready for this?”

“Well, sort of, but…”

“Aww, the foxie’s afraid of getting bred. Isn’t that cute.”

“Shut up!”

“It’s so sweet that yer all worried about being all pumped full of kits. What’s wrong? Don’tcha want to carry my kits? Even if I said please? I’d take care of ‘em, promise. I’d even take care of you and you big ole’ belly full of my love child,” said Miles in his fake southern accent. His paws darted to Victor’s flanks and successfully tried to extol a tickle. 
Victor squirmed with Miles inside. He tried not to dignify Miles’ playful remarks with a reply, but the accent coupled with the tickling made it difficult to suppress laughter, which came from him in the form of suppressed peeps and growls.

“We’ll even get you a nice muumuu to cover ya up, so no ones gonna know you’ve been bottoming without a condom,” teased Miles, taking Victor’s sounds as something positive. He continued tickling the squirming fox, growing silent save for a huff or a quickly drawn in inhalation.   

Every movement seemed to shift the immense feeling girth inside him. It became impossible not to derive a certain amount of pleasure from it. Despite his anxiety and a substantial degree of frustration, he actually appreciated Miles’ attempts of deescalating the tension. He permitted himself an audible giggle when it happened. Miles exhaled with a shiver in his breath. An involuntary wave of tension seized his body, buckling his torso into a powerful thrust to bring pleasure to an event already underway. Miles whispered the name of the Lord as the inevitable took hold.

Victor felt the maleness embedded well within his body’s’ inner folds expand and contract, erupting in a sudden onset of pulses of hitherto unknown intensity. A sliver of a moment passed before his mind could process the obvious factors at hand, that the internal quiver and slick warmth perceived in his belly could only be the fertile white substance claiming him in the most total way possible. Their bodies froze, leaving Victor to count the dynamic spasms, fully aware that each delivered a tangible jet of his mate’s semen into previously unmarked depths of his body. A sigh, derived in part from satisfaction and in part out of frustration, left his lips as the rush of fox cum replaced an ethereal concept with a material bond. His tail-ring flexed around the twitching base of Miles’ cock, his whole body trying to hug the maleness that felt indescribably deep, willing permanence from the last shivers of orgasm.

Eyes darted to his belly, convinced to have observed the slightest of twitch conducted to the surface from within, “Damnit,” Victor whispered as his paw rested on his bred belly as if to sense the warmth of climax within, wanting desperately to take back what had already taken place, and wondering if he should take some consolation from knowing that the one who claimed him, was the one he would have let do so anyway.

“Sorry,” panted Miles, obviously gripped in the after effects of climax, “God, you just feel so damn good this way. I didn’t even try. I’ve been like, on the edge since the moment I slipped in you.”

“You thrust there at the end!” said Victor trying to voice some indignation.
“I couldn’t help it, your squirming got me off. It was kind of just a reaction at that point. Besides, you seemed to like it too.”

“You knew it would happen!”

“No, really. Even I’m surprised, and not to mention a little embarrassed how quickly I got off.”

“What’s done is done. I really don’t mind. I just wanted it to be under different circumstances,” said Victor with a cadence of disappointment.

“I know. You’re old school like that. You okay?”

“Yea,” Victor said, via a huff of air. “I’m physically fine, just good gawd you feel huge. It feels like you’re humping the back of my cock. I don’t know how else to put it. Your knot is like shifting some stuff around back there. It’s good, but intense.”

“Rawr, but how do you feel? Didn’t mean to hurt you. You really not mad?”

“Like I said. I’m not against it. Just wanted it to come with a promise. You probably already know that I’m crushing on you. It’s no secret, really. I never planned on telling you because I know it’s obvious. Why waste words? I want to keep my head on straight though, and not get carried away with emotions and shit, but I can’t really help the way I feel. You know, the feeling’s there. I just don’t want it to get messed with.”

“I totally understand what you’re saying. Trust me. I’ve crushed on others before and have felt what it’s like to be in love, insofar as you can call high school romances love. It’s more like a hormone circus, but still, I know what it’s like to want someone, to always want more. That’s cool Vic, even though you’re right, I’ve felt you drool over me since last year. I know the value that comes with being wanted, so what you’re saying really hits home, it means a lot to me.”

"Is this just about the sex, Miles?"

"What? No, you're my best friend Victor. I thought you really enjoyed this?"
"I do, but are we just doing this because it's fun?"

“Yes and no. Well, I thought we agreed to have fun for now, but I’m also doing this because you’re, like, my best friend and you make this really great.”

"Hey Miles," Victor said, speaking low and serious with an effete quality to his voice, "do you think you could ever love a guy?"

Miles waited a lengthy span of seconds before responding in an uncharacteristically soft voice, "Yea, I think it’s entirely possible."

“That’s all I wanted to hear. I can go step by step with you that way, so long as I know there’s a trajectory somewhere.”

“This is a big change for me Vic. It’s one thing to fantasize about guys every once in a while, it’s another to let those fantasies come true, but admitting to yourself you’re in it for the long haul is really scary. It’s sort of weird. When we first started doing this it was more about letting a fantasy happen, to test those thoughts that I, that we’ve, been having all this time, but the more this happens the more I don’t want it to stop. I really don’t know what that means and I still haven’t overcome that yet. I keep thinking of what my parents would say, or if I should even tell them.

“I don’t think I can tell mine. My mom’s like hyper religious and my dad is just one of those old school “Mad-Men” types. There can only be fireworks.”

“Scary,” Miles said.

“Yea, it is.”

“I’m thinking about telling my sister though.”

“Oh?”

“The youngest at least, Annalisa. She is kind of new-wavy, she’ll be cool with it. Plus she’s closest to my age. We’ve always gotten along. The oldest two are shall we say, orthodox, and I don’t know if telling Melanie is a good idea. She has always been a chatterbox. If I tell her, the whole neighborhood and half the internet will know in under an hour. You gonna tell Alex?”

“I don’t know. He is really hard to read. But of all the family back home, he is the only one who might understand.”

No reply came from Miles for a while. Victor too ran out of things to say. Silence of an awkward variety set in and bestowed upon them realization of the downside to tieing, that neither had the choice to curtail their union for the time being. Victor also became aware he could no longer count on that last little sacred element his body had to offer, though that seemed to bother him less and less as the moment’s passed. Miles’ knot still pressed against his bladder giving him the impression that he needed to run to the bathroom, or at least get off, which could have happened instantly given that his arousal had not responded to the seriousness of the conversation and still maintained its total firmness. Victor watched gravity pull the steady drops of pre down upon the carpet.

“You know, Miles?” Victor said. “I’m glad we did this.”

“How so?”

“I know it sounds kinky, but I really want you to know my body. From now on, I want you to know that you can do anything you want.”

“That’s what I’ve already been doing, Vic.” Miles chuckled softly.
Victor knew no reply.

“Do you want to finish off while we wait for me to go down? You look like you could use it, and I’m not gonna soften up for a while. Besides, we need to keep your thoughts from getting any more kinky.”

“Sure,” Victor said, understating his eagerness.

The familiar touch and pressure encompassed Victor’s pre-slick length. Miles’ unique way of giving pleasure passed along firm strokes and squeezes that always seemed motivated by personal curiosity as much as any serious desire to see his friend come. Victor’s eyes focused on the movement of his friend’s white furred paw along his very aroused cock until foreshadowing throbs immersed his length in the blissful twitch. Victor had long since guessed that Miles’ technique was all part of a strategy to keep him needy and perhaps acquiescent to desires not of his own inspiration.  Usually curiosity was enough to get him off during the oversensitive state of post-coitus, but now he found himself wanting to experience more, and take advantage of the new sensations echoing through his very full young body, even though the deceptive pressure crying for release at the root of his cock made it seem like he could cum in seconds.

Victor bucked slightly into Miles’ paw, riding the embedded knot swollen against his prostate. He felt the cum-lubricated arousal inside him shift, sliding along the pleasure centers deep within the occluded reaches of his passage. His body twisted, trying to take advantage of the vulpine bulge in his tail-hole and the whole sensation of fullness eluding comparison. Miles huffed as Victor’s body flexed, hugging the still sensitive length locked in a pool of slick semen coating everything within reach. A gentle buck pressed into Victor, eliciting a blissful vent of exhalation. Another followed when he found no disapproval. In moments fox rocked into fox, each with a unique fervor that left it ambiguous who craved what from whom, or who derived the most pleasure from the proximity of total union. Miles began to rut Victor, possessed by pure ethers of instinct, allowing previously denied cravings to find their expression. Short quick thrusts mated Victor, sliding his captive knot and shaft the short distance along bladder and prostate. Victor spent the last of his energy pressing his body back into his mate’s thrusts. He overheard with some disbelief the vulgar tones leaving his muzzle as he pushed himself upon the vulpine cock deep inside him with more eagerness than he would ever confess to.  Every second of tempestuous movement clarified the mystery of what total mating felt like. Knot and cock, cum and pre filled his tail-hole deeper than ever before, seemingly past the limits of what felt possible. He found himself impatiently awaiting the only possible outcome of what he allowed himself into, all reservations forgotten like trivial details.

Miles’ full weight heaved upon the submissive fox. His paw gripped Victor by the knot while he urged his own as deep as physically possible. A final thrust of a mate earnestly breeding another finally sent Victor of the edge. A fraction of the enormous pressure behind his knot broke in unison with the collision of Miles’ knot upon his prostate. The last grunt-extoling buck called the participation of his entire body into the throws of climax. Toes curled, limbs stiffened, and whiskers bristled as his seed left him, jetting in powerful bursts from the tip of his cock into the entanglement of clothes on the carpet. Every pulse eased some of the burden, but did little to affect the fullness beyond capacity in the most intimate part of his body.

Upon the wane of his climax, among the manifold sensations too intense to distinguish, Victor felt the throb of his mate deep inside his passage. Another rush of cum found itself cast within his already slick and stained interior, decisively breeding him without any semblance of doubt. More than one gasp left his muzzle as he found himself pushing into Miles’ lap as if he could will him any deeper than the fox already strove. His back pressed against his mate’s heaving chest and twitching belly in search for the highest caliber of closeness possible in those few seconds of ultimate togetherness. He bravely experienced the wince-inducing ache of deep mating and welcomed every last drop of sperm laden fluid the fox could offer. Miles came too deep for him to feel, but he knew with complete satisfaction that an ample quantity of semen merged unobstructed with the tender core of his body.

The world slowly crystallized out of the blur of cum and climax. A hundred things around them slowly stopped spinning and found their homes back among the familiar spaces on walls, on shelves, and littered about. The sound of two young males panting traveled as far as the dorm room walls, but no further. The scents, the sensations, the reassuring presence of no one other than Miles radiated into him and chased away doubts and sources of shame. The mysterious emotion he couldn’t confess seethed at once satiate and yet perpetually craving through his mind. He thought about the cum of two climaxes coating his passage and smiled.
“Miles,” said Victor in a whisper that sounded with a meekness that startled even him.

“Shush,” said Miles, “I know what you’re going to say. You’ve always been the one that needs to be dragged kicking and screaming to his own happiness, Vic.”

As he panted back into the equilibrium of steady breaths, he felt something else burn inside his chest that stayed unfulfilled after his breathing returned to normal. Every breath wanted to carry three words, the three words he knew he meant, three words he could no longer convince himself were hasty and premature. Through all the doubts, all the fears, all the truths exposed as conditional, those three words seemed like the only true idea left in his life, and yet he had to hold onto them, keep them secret and voiceless.
He felt Miles lick his back-swept ears, a gesture he only did once before. The lick became a nibble, and soon Miles gnawed on his ears like on a chew-toy. Victor smiled. He knew he didn’t have to say the words for Miles to understand them, and knew he could trust Miles’ play as the reply. That was their relationship. It became real; it existed, and would continue even in its unexpected expression.

“What are we going to do about Steve?” Victor said.

“He’s a good guy, he won’t tell anyone. Plus he probably knows the rules and will give us the time,” Miles mumbled with Victor’s ear in his mouth.

“I’ll have a talk with him.”

Miles murmured.

“How long do you think this will last?”

“Donno,” came another mumble, “wanna play something?”

“’Knock up the fox not a fun enough game for you?”

“I already won that game.”

“You won a free replay.”

“Damn you, you really know how to exploit my vices.”

“Hacks.”

“I’ll show you hacks!” Miles reached for the console controllers, and handed one to Victor. “I got my fantasy in tonight, now it’s your turn to get yours.”

“How are you so sure that this is my fantasy?”

“Dude, I know you pretty well. You can almost say I got you pegged.”

“For the love of all that’s holy, no sex puns during sex!”

“Couldn’t help it.”

“But you’re right, it’s a little bit of a fantasy of mine.”

“What I say? Don’t doubt your fox.”

It took some carefully orchestrated choreography to undulate their combined bodies into a position more or less facing the room’s television. His fantasies usually ended after he took both knot and the palpable flood of cum, rarely had he given consideration to the logistics of post-breeding.  He generally assumed that the aftermath would include the give-or-take half-hour-or-so of closeness, but even that turned out a more or less romanticized expectation. He wasn’t quite sure how he should feel as he padded around on all fours with Miles’ weight upon him, rotating a few degrees at a time.

The swollen fox-cock locked inside his sore body was anything but overlookable, but even the slightest movement made him even more conscious of it. After the chaos of sex he could now feel the true girth of Miles’ post-orgasmic knot and the strange feeling of it tugging against his ring from within. Miles helped Victor build a padded nest of clothes, including his trademark hoodie which had unfortunately become the target of a jet or two of Victor’s seed. They carefully eased each other down with Victor lay on his belly and Miles rested on his back. As he looked upward at the screen, watching Miles navigate the console’s menus, he felt the involuntary flex of his tail-ring around the very base of Miles’ cock in a futile attempt to seal shut.  The little sensation, as trivial as it was, became a marker of just how far they had taken things, and how the undiminishing size within him contrasted with the memory of the quick and needy fantasy fulfillment with which his and Miles’ relationship began.  

He had a hard time concentrating on character selection, accidentally locking on the wrong character twice. He let Miles select map and NPC opponents, merely watching until the game’s imperative command to fight instructed him to do so. He measured the time not in minutes but in rounds. Three passed, all of which he lost, though he could tell Miles wasn’t playing in full efficiency. Every time he eeked out an advantage, Miles bucked a little, shifting his insides in a way that made it impossible to concentrate. It was his usual strategy, except on a far more intimate level. Miles’ weight and the warmth of his breath ebbed against his ears and scalp as he lay upon him. 

His scents and the scents of his room surrounded him, subtly overlapping the more innocent memories of their developing friendship with the present. Now the comforting presence of his best friend possessed a far more erotic character, one with intimate familiarity with the scents of his cum and sex, and certain expectations whenever they found themselves behind a door with a lock. Even though questions remained, he felt satisfied. Again he found himself fighting out an advantage over Miles, and again the fox bucked and engaged a sequence of attacks that batted him off the map. When the victory scene appeared with him in second, Miles took a mouthful of his neck into his muzzle and growled, issuing forth another few thrusts. Victor emitted an audible laugh and smiled, not entirely displeased with the results. 

Navigating the Labyrinth: Part III – More or Less© Rufus Quentin
Characters © Vickfox