Running Journey

By Silver Sheep

Jacob the ram had been recommended a tour by his coyote friend Jake. It was a private tour of Glimmermere. Well, perhaps not the whole city there was only so much one could do on a day trip. He had booked after some nagging on the coyote’s part. Getting the special friend recommendation rate clinched the deal. Now Jacob was standing alone about to enter the tour office. It was a squat single story prefab concrete building. “Running Journey” was written on a large sign denoting that this was indeed the place.

Jacob entered the tour office. Inside were posters advertising tours in the zone. Vibrant fungal towers, fields of glowing mushrooms and the main attraction the fallen city of Glimmermere. Glimmermere had been lost after an outbreak of the mutagenic fungus named Black-eyed Blewit. Black-eyed Blewit was a fungus that twisted and warped organic matter into other types of fungi.

The fungi of the zone were quite beautiful yet quite dangerous. Creatures that inhaled the clouds of spores filling the air inside the zone were changed. They were warped into mushroom or Lichen covered husks wandering about the zone entranced to the biome itself. Studies on captured specimens revealed that the fungus took over their mind and body placing the victims in a state of nirvana but at the price of their free will.

Since the disaster, the local region became a hotbed of scientific discoveries. The new and ever-increasing range of fungi yielded advances in biotech and other industrial endeavours. Exploring the zone was growing so routine that commercial tour companies offered day trips into the dangerous environment. This was what Jacob was here for. The ram walked up to the counter of Running Journey.

Behind the counter was a wolf dressed in a smart business dress. She introduced herself as Gabriela. She would have been around 22 years old perhaps a little older. Gabriela directed Jacob towards a room labelled exoskeleton hangers out the back. Jacob gulped as he entered. Standing in a metal bay was the exoskeleton he was going to wearing for his tour. The door behind Jacob closed sealing him in the room. The exoskeleton was slightly taller than the average anthro or human for that matter, it was quite impressive.

“Hello, Jacob and welcome to Running Journey I will be your personal tour guide, Cody,” said the exoskeleton.

The exoskeletons were one of the marvels that came out of the technology of the zone. They were living self-propelled walking suits. They were constructed of material like latex but not precisely like latex. They were made from a fungus harvested from the zone named Black Agaricus. That’s at least what it said in the guidebook. The exoskeletons came in different models, military models with effective armour protection and civilian models like this one. All models had servos and mechanisms made of same space-aged material. This allowed them to move around and carry a passenger/operator.

Jacob looked at this construct it was in an anthro fox design. Everything was there, the pointed fox-shaped muzzle with ears, hand and foot paws and the bushy tail. It was scaled up to fit a person inside, but it was evidently a fox design. It had the makings of a fox except they were in garish safety colours. Where it should have been the colour red, it was fluoro orange and where it should have black markings those were a fluoro green. The only thing that matched a fox's natural colour scheme where the white chest and tail tip markings.

“Please, take off your clothes. Safety procedures state that my passengers must be nude to prevent accidental cross-contamination,” said Cody.

Jacob looked around the hanger bay and spotted a locker for his clothes and personal items.

“I hope this requirement doesn’t make you uncomfortable. It was laid out in the guidebook,” continued the exoskeleton.

Jacob was surprised that this living suit was talking to him and using his name. He felt shame as he began to undress. The suit had looked at him with its visor, and it made subtle movements as it spoke. The exoskeleton was a little disconcerting, but he had paid for this tour and the extra charge for a Running Journey as they sold it, a solo run visiting the city of Glimmermere.

Jacob stripped out of his street clothes and placed them in the storage locker. The ram turned to see that Cody was getting ready for his entry. The exoskeleton had turned around and opened up his back. The whole back section opened up into two halves, like a clamshell except split into two. The openings even running down the arms and legs. The interior of the exoskeleton was lined in a jet black latex-like material. Jacob hoped that this tour was as good as Jake thought it was.

Jacob climbed up a step and stepped into Cody. The ram placed his hoof hands into a spongy rubber-like goo that started out as gelatinous but wrapped around his crude hoof tipped fingers like a gove. His foot hooves were encased in the same manner. His hooves were raised off the ground. Cody stood on canine foot paws extending under Jacob’s hooves. It was the same story for Jacobs hands inside Cody they only came to just before the exoskeleton’s wrists. Cody had the five fingers of a fox anthro even with claws.

Jacob pushed his blunt muzzle into Cody’s larger more pointed one. He was glad he was a Suffolk ram who naturally didn't have horns. It would have been a much tighter fit otherwise. On closer inspection, Jacob could see a microphone and drinking straw inside Cody’s muzzle. Soon the ram had his head positioned and was looking out Cody’s helmet visor. He made sure his body was correctly placed inside Cody’s empty frame.

Cody’s body swung closed around Jacob. The exoskeleton hissed as it became airtight expelling a jet of air as the air pressure became a little higher than outside. The positive pressure was one of the safety features in case of a possible breach. Jacob breathed in deeply he felt a sudden fear he was trapped inside this construct. The suit filtered the outside air so he wouldn't suffocate. He took a few moments to relax. Cody’s voice appeared in Cody’s mind it was perfect clarity not too loud or too soft.

“How you are feeling in there? I’m just about to auto adjust, and then we will go out on the test track,” Jacob nodded, and Cody’s body played along following his movements.

Inside Cody suddenly became less roomy as the exoskeleton compressed and moulded to Jacob’s body shape. His wool coat was squeezed it felt like Cody was giving him an all-embracing hug. His arms and legs had the same treatment. Even his tail that had been fed into Cody’s much larger fox one was hugged. Jacob was a little nervous when Cody tightened around his groin, but it was expected since the rest of him was adjusting to fit his body. 

“Alright Jacob, give walking a go. I will take over if you get overbalanced,” said the fox exoskeleton. 

The ram walked like he usually would. Moving both their weight was effortless as Cody was doing all the work. Jacob walked to the outer door marked test track. It was a bit strange being higher off the ground as if walking on stilts, but the movement systems were intuitive. It just read his own movements following along as he stepped. He reached out with Cody’s hand paw. He stopped to watch it flex. Somehow from his crude three finger hoof hand, it had upscaled the input to a dexterous five finger one.

“Someone is enjoying having a proper vulpine hand paw. It always fascinates you hoof hand sporting furs,” said Cody.

Jacob reached out to a button on the wall. It was green so the ram assumed it would open the door. As he pressed the button, he gasped. He felt the texture of the plastic button with Cody’s rubber paw pads. Sheep hooves muted most sensation with his fingertips, so it was quite surreal to feel the texture and temperature of a surface with any degree of fidelity.

The door rolled up, and Jacob stepped out. The test track was a basic course with a set of stairs and metal beam over a sandpit, stepping stones and lastly a jump over a moderate gap. The ram didn’t wait for instructions he took off in a jog. He didn’t know if this was timed or not but all the movie clichés told him to do it as fast as possible.

He leapt up the stairs two at a time. He trotted over the metal beam placing one of Cody’s foot paws in front of the other to cover the gap. Jacob jumped from one stepping stone to another, and he ran up to the jump and lept over and landed in a crotch. The ram was feeling more confident manoeuvring inside of Cody. He walked back to the start.

“Alright my turn,” said Cody.

The fox exoskeleton took over Jacob’s moments. The ram was just a passenger inside as Cody did the course. His limbs and body went along with what the exoskeleton was doing. Cody jumped up all the steps in a single bound. He cartwheeled across the metal beam. Cody flipped over into a handstand and hand walked across the stepping stones. For the jump, he ran up and did a backflip in the air before landing on the other side.

“There we go, that’s more like it,” said Cody. His voice sounded excited like he loved this part of the job.

Jacob was smiling ear to ear inside Cody it was like a roller coaster or more like being inside a gymnast's body, and he didn’t even have to break a sweat.

“We will hitch a ride with the bus tour. They will take us to our jump off spot,” said Cody.

Cody walked down a pathway to the front of the tour office. Outside a bus had pulled up. It wasn’t a standard bus but more in common with an APC. It had six large road wheels and looked like it could take a beating. It had a tray on the back and a ladder on the side to grant access to the roof. It had a raised viewing area so that guests could stand up inside and large windows down each side.

Jacob could see the tourists inside aim their cameras and cellphones his way. The ram grew bashful he was just an average looking ram not worth taking a photo off. It soon clicked they were taking pictures of Cody and not him. He let out the breath he had been holding since he had first seen the firing squad of cameras turn his way.

“Hey, Jacob. Do a wave or strike a cheesy muscle man pose. Make them regret not hiring me out for a spin,” Cody enthused.

Jacob gave the tourists a wave and twirled around and wagged Cody’s tail. He was rewarded with flashes going off and thuds on the armoured glass of the tour bus. The tourists looked happy with the show.

“I’m going to have to take over for the drive. We will be hanging off the back, and I don’t want you falling off,” said Cody.

Cody took over, but before climbing on the back tray, he did a pirouette. Jacob thought Cody was teasing the tourist’s that had stopped taking pictures with that move. Cody jumped onto the back tray he gripped some handholds on the back of the tour bus. The end of the bus was windowless even the observation section was blacked out. Jacob was relieved he wouldn’t be gawked at for the whole drive out.

“Cody plus one have boarded,” said Cody.

“Rodger, we’re setting off,” came a distorted male voice followed by an electronic chirp.

Jacob assumed it was the bus driver speaking to Cody. The engine roared to life, and a puff of exhaust shot out of the exhaust funnel next to them. Cody hung on to his hand holds. The first leg took them to a large checkpoint set up on the road on the boulder of the zone. As the tour bus approached, Jacob took in the sight of the large building housing the decontamination chamber. They would visit that on the way back. A fence stretched to the horizon in both directions it was a simple hurricane fence with barbed wire atop of it. It marked the beginning of the exclusion zone. The real zone started some ten kilometres past this boundary.

“Welcome to Black-eyed Blewit exclusion zone. We won’t hit the dead zone until another few minutes of driving,” said Cody.

The bus was waved through and began driving down the road. For the first three minutes, the empty road was well maintained. But soon the bus slowed down as the roadway became less kept. Potholes and cracks filled the desolate highway. Grass and shrubs cut into the pavement from the side forcing the driver to pull into the road’s centre. The bus came around a curve, and an entirely new biome was revealed. Pine forest gave way to towering mushrooms the size of the pine and fir trees that they had replaced. The mushroom caps must be at least twenty meters across in some places.

“This is the dead zone. Pretty lively despite its name. The Black-eyed Blewit doesn’t spread past this area. Research is ongoing as to why the fungal invasion has stopped growing past this radius,” said Cody.

The mushroom forest “trees” were towering purple mushrooms with white stalks. Black spots appeared on their caps. Smaller fungi appeared on the side of the road and were nestled throughout this place. Violet and green were their primary colours. The bus continued its drive down the unmaintained road. As they came out of the “trees” the skyline of Glimmermere could be seen. The dead city was covered by a grey haze.

“If you look ahead you will see the lost city of Glimmermere. The fungal outbreak caused all of its population to be evacuated. A third of its population was lost during the first bloom event that took place in the midst of its evacuation,” said Cody.

They travelled past fields of blue growing mushrooms as they drew closer to the city. Up ahead a covered bus stop and small abandoned kiosk came into view. The peeling paint and faded advertisements were advertising very different tours of the lost city. They were from a time before Glimmermere had become a tourist attraction in and of itself. This abandoned tourist information centre was the first stop of their tour.

“Cody, we are at the drop off point,” came the bus driver through the radio.

Cody jumped down and gave Jacob back movement control.

“Rodger, I’ll see you on the way back if we take a bit longer, We’ll head back by foot,” said Cody.

The bus pulled away and continued down the bumpy road. At a nearby intersection, it turned left driving away from Glimmermere.

“Jacob, this is where our tour starts. We are on the outskirts of Glimmermere. I’m going to take control of your movement most of the time inside the city. It’s been thirty years since any maintenance has been performed so exploring is dangerous without my assistance,” said Cody.

“Alright Cody, this is amazing I’ve never seen this place outside of photos,” replied Jacob.

Cody gently guided Jacob towards the city. The plants in the yards of the abandoned houses had been transformed into exotic looking fungi. Some glowing while others looking rather more mundane. The road into the city was quiet and empty. Jacob could hear through Cody’s helmet. The place was silent. Weathered houses surrounded by blooming fungi gardens where on both sides of this street.

Cody’s body was sealed tight around him. As he walked, Jacob could feel his sheath being clutched as Cody’s legs walked along. Cody shifted around abandoned cars left rusting in the open. Over the cracked streets they walked alone. As they drew closer to the city proper. Apartment buildings began to tower out on the fog that seemed to cover most if not all of the downtown.

“The mist you can see is not water vapour but spores of the Black-eyed Blewit. Breathing in this contaminated air would infect a creature almost instantly,” said Cody.

Jacob gulped despite being safe inside Cody. Cody was comfortable perhaps too comfortable. The ram could feel his arousal forming as the gentle movements of Cody’s walking provided accidental stimulation. Cody's walking made his velvety, luxurious lining rub leisurely back and forth over the ram’s genitals. Jacob knew it must be unintentional. The ram wished he could stop and discreetly adjust his crotch to have more breathing room, but Cody was in charge of this part of the tour. The pair approached the base of a tall apartment building.

The lobby windows had been smashed out. A discarded television was laying in the street, one of the old CRT models. A van had been backed up near the entrance, and one of the van’s back doors was left open. Cody stopped and offered Jacob a look inside. The van was stacked with electronic goods. Obsolete computers and VCR tape decks and record players were piled high. Looking around Jacob could see the keys were still in the ignition. It was a fancy apartment building because it had a large lobby with a marble floor. One you wouldn’t see outside of fancy travel magazines.

“This part of our tour we scale the Waldorf Apartments. Before the disaster, this was the most luxurious residence in all of Glimmermere. During the first bloom incident, looters were caught in the spore cloud. They were lost while in the process of stealing from the elite of Glimmermere. They were some of the first to be evaluated living their homes ripe for plundering,” said Cody.

Cody walked inside. The opulent lobby still maintained a sense of luxury despite the peeling paint and grime built up over the years. Cody walked past the lifts and to a door marked fire exit. He pushed open the squeaky door and stepped inside. The concrete stairs of fire escape were lit by pockets of glowing green mushrooms. This was just as well because the batteries inside the emergency lights had long since become flat. Cody looked up the centre of the fire stairs the muted glow of the bioluminescent fungi cast a green glow over the bare concrete walls.

“How are you feeling in there? It is a bit of a hike to the top, but the view is worth it. There is a point of interest on the way up too.” asked Cody.

“Yeah, let’s do it,” said Jacob.

The pair headed up the first few floors. Climbing the stairs was making Jacob’s problem even worse. With each step, Cody’s tantalising soft yet slippery inner lining brushed over Jacob’s privates. The ram was glad when the stopped at the tenth floor to take a wander. Cody walked out into the hallway. The wallpaper was peeling off the walls, and the glowing green mushrooms had been replaced by orange shrooms lining the halls. They gave off a light closer to electric lighting in colour but still not as strong. It was enough to see by but not much else.

“This is one of the luxury apartments. Considered state of the art in design and style of the time. You can still see the grandeur of this place despite its ruin,” said Cody.

Jacob was still trying to deal with his semi hard-on as they walked into one of the apartments. Looters had got to this one. The door and been forced open. Inside the luxury living room, the entertainment cabinet had wires draped over it. The power leads and aerial connections betraying that the television and other gadgets were missing. The room was lit by large full-length windows along one wall. Jacob was now sporting a full on chub. The ram focused on going flaccid again. He didn’t want to have a hard-on inside a living exoskeleton. Would Cody be offended and report him for sexual harassment? He didn’t want to find out the hard way.

“One of the highlights of these apartments are their bedrooms. I often find the beds in these hold up well even after all this time,” said Cody.

The exoskeleton walked around the ruined apartment and stopped inside the dusty but otherwise clean master bedroom. There were no mushrooms here, the room was lit by full-length windows along one wall. The room was bathed in a soft grey light like a misty, rainy day. A huge king size bed dominated one side of the room. It was covered by expensive down doonas and feather pillows. The bed looked like it had been made recently despite how impossible it could be in an abandoned city. A set of antique dresser drawers was left ransacked on the far wall.

Cody pounced on the bed taking Jacob by surprise. As they landed, Cody gave back his movement control to Jacob. At first, Jacob laid still, but he couldn’t resist giving the soft bed a couple of humps. The down doonas were arousing in a way. The way the fluffy bed covers swept over his tented crotch invited him to continue trusting. The ram could imagine trusting his crotch into these soft comforters like a lover. He could easily bring himself to a cheeky orgasm. It only remained a thought. He rolled onto his back and caught his breath.

After a short while, Jacob got up and wandered around the empty apartment. He was glad to have control back for a while hopefully enough time to get a hold of himself. He found his own walking movements didn’t produce the same stimulation as when Cody was in control. Jacob quickly got his lust under control and took in the sights of the grand living space. He looked out the windows the view was obscured by the grey mist of spores covering this part of the city.

“Alright, done having a look around?” asked Cody.

“This must have been a fancy place,” he answered.

“I love to take my guests here for many reasons. They get a kick seeing the history of a place that shows what happened during the disaster. Many locations have that feel, for example, the hospital was overrun during the first hours of the outbreak before the authorities knew infected individuals willing spread the fungus,” said Cody.

Jacob felt a bit sad being reminded this was indeed a location of a tragedy. He was so gung-ho doing this urban exploration and not thinking about the victims.

“The hospital was a debacle. Once the mushroom or lichen covered husks took over, two attempts were made at taking it back. The first by the civilian police only equipped with riot gear and gas masks they lost a quarter of their force to the husks adding to their number. The next attempt was during the military evacuation just before the first bloom event. They learned the hard way just how changed the husks were,” said Cody.

As Cody continued his story, he took over movement control and began walking back towards the stairs.

“Most of my guests eventually ask about the husks. The husks aren't zombies and are very much alive. The mutagenic fungus changes them into a network of fungal fruiting bodies. They may be in the same shape as the creature they once were, but essentially they are a walking fungus,”

Jacob let out a gasp inside Cody’s helmet.

Cody chuckled.

Cody’s story had kept Jacob’s mind off the pleasant rubs and squeezes Cody’s body made as they climbed the stairs together. Part of Jacob wanted to ask Cody to stop so he could regain some control of his growing arousal again, but the top of the tower beckoned. He could suppress his lustful thoughts, but his maleness could not ignore the tactile stimulation.

As they climbed the stairs Jacob’s cock grew into a massive, embarrassing boner. Cody’s tantalisingly silky rubbery interior lining was just too alluring to ignore. Jacob hoped that Cody didn’t notice. Jacob could only imagine what someone would see. A brightly coloured fox exoskeleton sporting an erection. Jacob’s cheeks burned inside his helmet. It wasn't like he would run into someone up here.

At the top of the stairs, there was a door with the faded label roof access. Cody’s tail was wagging excitedly for the last couple flights of stairs. The fox exoskeleton was decidedly excited about something. As they arrived at the door Cody’s long bushy fox curled around his middle. Jacob felt the tail’s weird texture with Cody’s hand paws. It was made up of thousands of blunt rubber spikes that acted like fur. As the fox's tail unround, it brushed over the tent of Jacob’s erection.

Cody pushed open the door, and they stepped out on the roof. Jacob closed his eyes as the brightness was too much. This didn’t faze Cody as he walked over to a place Jacob couldn’t see yet. Slowly Jacob adjusted to the light. He could soon perceive the vista laid out before him. The muted light of the spore cloud was gone. The spore cloud was below them now. The skyscrapers of Glimmermere poked up out of the mist like spore cloud. The shadows of buildings coming up from the spore clouds below were a hopelessly romantic kind of sight. The bright midday sun made the blooming carpet of spores almost glow.

Jacob was panting but not from exertion. Cody had done all the work climbing the stairs. He was a passenger along for the ride. What made him pant was his raging erection.

“It’s quite a view, isn’t it,” said Cody.

Jacob took a swig of water from the straw inside Cody’s helmet.

“Are you feeling alright?” asked Cody.

Jacob nodded making Cody nod as well.

“I hope you’re not ashamed about that party going in your pants,” said Cody is a playful voice.

Jacob froze, his cheeks burned inside the exoskeleton. He was sure he could burn a hole right through Cody’s helmet with just his embarrassment alone.

“Listen silly, this happens all the time with my male passengers. I treat it as a five-star review,” said Cody.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it,” said Jacob.

“Oh Hush, I’m not offended or anything. Some stop a little longer in that soft downy bed downstairs to take care of business. If you know what I mean, Sugar,” said Cody.

Jacob felt better that he wasn't viewed a pervert or something. Did Cody just call him sugar not to mention that comment about the bed? Anyway, the main take away was that he wasn't in trouble. The whole reveal had done a number on Jacob’s arousal it had slid away back inside his sheath. Jacob knew he would have a proper jerk off when he was alone. For now, the heat of shame had put a dampener of things. The pair stayed for a few more minutes. The skyline of Glimmermere helped smooth over the awkward interaction between the pair.

“It’s a lot faster on the way down, my pet,” said Cody.

Cody started off into a run and did a cartwheel on the way to the door. He lept down the first flight of stairs and then another and then another. Jacob was getting frightened by the fox’s pace. He kept going, landing perfectly with each leap. He burst out on a seemingly random floor and followed this time red glowing mushrooms down some hallways.

“This part of the tour I call flying fox,” said Cody.

The exoskeleton rounded a corner and came to an open window. Bolted and firmly secured to the building was a flying fox. The thankfully modern and new looking rope trailed down into the swirling mists of the spore clouds below. Jacob could not see where the flying fox ended. Just as Jacob was about to protest. Cody’s body began to squeeze itself even tighter. His exoskeleton was getting skin tight on the inside. He soon felt like he was shrink wrapped. The mechanisms and servos and such still took up some bulk, but the ram was being hugged on all sides by the inner lining.

“I have to make you a bit streamlined for this honey lamb,” said Cody.

The fox unbuckled a climbing harness that he had prepared earlier. He began to strap himself in.

“Wait, this wasn’t in the guidebook,” squeaked Jacob.

Cody laughed loudly. He finished bucking himself into the harness and then to the flying fox.

“You made a mistake of trusting a fox my honey lamb,” Cody growled.

Cody did one last check tugging on his harness before grabbing the handles of the flying fox. Cody left the window as Jacob let out an alarm bleat inside of him. They went flying down the sound of the rope churning through the pulley was all they could hear as they descended into the spore cloud.

Moments later Cody braced himself and his passenger for landing. Cody and Jacob landed on a pile of three mattresses “borrowed” from the ruins. It took Jacob a minute to realise what had happened. As Cody begun to unstrap himself from his harness, Jacob realised he had never felt so alive in his life. As much as it terrified him, he wanted to do that again.

After a minute or two Cody had taken off the climbing harness and stored it in a weatherproof toolbox. This fox was prepared indeed. The fox showed no signs of loosening his grip around the ram. Jacob felt the deliciously soft rubber interior hugging him tightly. His balls and sheath were cupped in slick tempting pockets. Even the most subtle movements made Cody’s body ripple over his most sensitive parts.

“I better get you back my sweet honey lamb,” said Cody.

“O-okay,” stammered Jacob.

“I’ll give you back movement control for this part. If you go right and then left it’ll get you back on the same road we walked down when we arrived,” said Cody.

Jacob found he did indeed have movement control back. He walked in the direction Cody said. Soon the ram was on the familiar piece of road. Despite being back in control of Cody's body, Jacob found that he could not avoid stimulating himself unlike back at the apartment. He tried strolling and that only made Cody’s soft luxurious rubber lining drift teasingly slow across his nethers. A quicker pace made the taut rubber clutch and grip his sheath and rapidly hardening cock.

“I’m still surprised you didn’t masturbate back at the Waldorf Apartments. The scheduled apartment visit on the way up those stairs has been the downfall of many. I make sure their loins are all firm by the time they hit that ever so inviting bed. Being coy about my passenger’s erections makes them think I can’t detect them,” said Cody.

It seemed that this was routine for the exoskeleton. Like Cody had planned these sexual encounters from the start. Jacob was quite surprised his friend Jake had not mentioned anything sexual about the tour. He kept raving about it though perhaps this was the real reason why.

“Soon their experimental thrusts into those luxurious down doonas end up as desperate doona humps when I keep silent. It’s cute when they think they are getting away with a secret masturbation session. Otherwise, paws often drift towards their sex. A brief touch then a pause, waiting to see if I react. When I don’t react, it’s a green light to seek self-relief,” said Cody

Jacob ended up settling for an average walking pace that offered a bit of both of the effects. He wasn’t even a quarter of the way back, and Jacob was hard as steel. Not that the way Cody was talking about how he got his passengers horny helped. Jacob looked down and saw the vertical lump of his maleness pressed tightly up against his belly. The log and the twin orbs of his testes would show everyone just what was on his mind. The teasingly soft rubber didn’t offer enough stimulation to take him over the edge only enough to drive him into a lust filled daze.

“Speaking of self-relief, I’d like to offer you release. You know just what release I mean,” said Cody in a sultry tone that only a fox could make.

Jacob stopped. He weighed up his options. Take the fox up and his offer or wait until he got home for a mammoth masturbation session. Then the ram remembered the tourists and more importantly their cameras. With the vertical lump of his fully engorged cock on display, photos of him may end up on more than just travel review websites.

“That house next to us has a lovely soft bed that I made myself. You have earned this,” cooed Cody.

Jacob’s usually shy demeanour had finally been melted. He nodded still feeling the need to be somewhat coy. Cody took control and walked over swaying his hips and teasingly swishing his tail. It wasn't just a show but a delicious way to tease his honey lamb. Jacob moaned into Cody’s helmet as the fox openly teased his wet and twitching cock. He swaggered up to the home he had pointed out. Closer to the porch, Jacob noticed how the house looked surprisingly well maintained. Cody opened the unlocked door. Once they were inside, the ram saw that home was spotless, unlike the interiors he had seen so far.

“This is one of my dens in the city. You’d be surprised how many can’t even make the walk to the apartments without an unscheduled stop here. I seldom take someone here on the way back,” said Cody.

Jacob was lead by Cody towards a bedroom where a soft, clean bed greeted them. Cody laid them down on his back placing his fox tail between his legs. Jacob sighed as he relaxed. The ram was soon panting as sexual heat filled his loins. He knew he couldn’t have a slow, dreamlike wank he just needed relief. Finding that he was back in control, Jacob grabbed his cock with Cody’s right hand paw. He couldn’t resist this teasing, rubber exoskeleton any longer. He pumped Cody’s hand paw up and down this trapped cock. It felt so good to give in to his carnal needs. The rubber paw and his rubber coated penis squeaked loudly with each stroke.

Cody had defeated, all his modesty was gone. He was just a thirsty slut who needed to cum, nothing more. As the ram felt cum bubble up from his balls, Jacob let out a slutty moan, not often heard from a sheep. He pushed his head into the pillow and arched his back. The first rope of cum shot up his shaft. There was just enough space for his spunk to collect near the tip of his penis. More surges of hot ram cum followed. He was desperately pent up, all that teasing made for a potent creamy load. Jacob shuddered as the thick ropes of release pooled in the pocket near the tip of his penis.

He let go of his thundering cock. Cody’s borrowed paw flopped on the bed having done its job. Cody was a panting mess his chest was heaving up and down as he recovered.

“Do you this to every guest?” asked Jacob.

“Like I said on the roof, it’s a guaranteed five-star review, and I thought I had you on the roof. I save that one for the shy guys. I find once they know I’ve noticed their arousal all the way up the stairs it tears down their inhibitions. A rooftop tug is usually the result. For you it backfired you went cold as ice,” said Cody.

“What do you get out of this?” asked Jacob.

“Put simply, sex sells. The long answer is, it’s the only way I can feel sexual pleasure. Without any genitalia, I can only experience this kind of pleasure vicariously through passengers like you. I like the males the best because I’d really like a cock especially a canine knot of my own. Sometimes I get female travellers too. I do my best to give them a happy ending, but I’m limited as to what I can do,” said Cody.

“What if a passenger doesn’t want this treatment?” asked Jacob with some alarm in his voice.

“It has happened, but that nervous system of yours gives away what you really want. For the ones not interested, I still give them a good tour. A ride on the flying fox is all the thrills they need. For others such as yourself, I can sense your needs deep within. I once made a fur cream themselves on the test track. The feeling of being wrapped tight in my body was more than enough to melt them into a deep lust,” said Cody.

Jacob felt the warm, soft afterglow wash over him. He had needed that. Perhaps Cody was right about sensing the sexual needs of others. He kinda felt sorry for Cody in a way. If Jacob wanted sex he could at least rub one out. Cody had to contrive ways to make his passengers horny and then make them break the taboo of masturbating inside a slippery, rubbery suit. The ram knew one thing for sure he would be saving up for another Running Journey with Cody.