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Early October leaves fell around a young braixen, the shedding trees in the wooded route hailing her in a shower of orange and brown folliage. It contrasted against her purple fur, making her stand out, almost as if she were glowing, so vibrant and alive in a world on the opposite side of that cycle of nature. Now was the time to let go of the old, to invite a change for the better. A sly and knowing smile pulls her canine lips upward as she revels in the changes to come, the season being the last of her interest. It was Halloween! Or rather, it was close enough for the humans who traveled the sequestered route she called her domain to enamor themselves with the festivities of it. She would be able to feel them before she heard or smelled them as her dainty vulpine paws trekked though the noisy carrion of summer. They'd be chasing each other through her woods, young and old playing games of tag with pokemon in tow, scaring their friends from hiding places, it was marry making in it's simplest form.

It made them all feel so safe, And that's when it was the easiest to get what she wanted.

Her hips swaying and luxurious purple tail lashing back and forth with her wand in it's furry grip, She knew that she was a delectable to the eyes, the mouths and. . . other parts of any to share her company. She left her scent hanging in the trails behind her because she wanted to be smelled. She wanted males and females pokemon or human to long for her because it gave her power over them, even when she was panting and whining under them, she would be in control. To date she had few complaints, not that it mattered. She was exotic, her coat a rarity among her species, with an aptitude in psychic based attacks that was just as vibrant as her appearance. Although the shiny braixen had never had a name she took a certain pleasure in that. Taking names such as lover, beautiful, even bitch as her moniker. To have no name but many all at once held much potential, more than what a single handle could give her. She was special, and she knew she was born to do things none had ever imagined.

The trees began thinning out as she was nearing the route proper, Her small foxy body scarcely making a sound in the leaf strewn brush. it was into the evening now, the sky alight with orange fire. But her eyes catching the remaining light in the irises let her see down the wide trail as it spanned to her left and right. She squatted low on her paws, at four feet and an inch or two she was tall for a braixen. Her large fuzzy ears perked high and alert as her pulse sped up, her purple eyes shining in the dying light and her canine spade swelling between her thighs. She let out a sigh, her hot breath billowing in the cold air as she grinned, she loved waiting, basking in the naughtiness of her intentions, how corrupt and whorish she was, and how she loved every dirty moment.

Shivering, she opened her legs wide as she squatted there, concealed to an extent but taking such a large risk showing her true nature to any potential partner that she may be to busy to notice as she indulged herself. Her furskirt parted with her legs, exposing her thinly coated thighs and taint to the crisp air. Her black lipped spade pouted proudly from between her dark thighs swollen with lust, it throbbed visibly . She braced a paw against a tree as she ran a hand through her soft purple belly fluff, down under the swell of her crotch, and finally down to her lips to softly spread the thick vulva gently with two padded fingers. As her sex parted, it revealed the soft pink interior glistening with her arousal. She languidly rolled her hips upward into her fingers, showing more of her hot velvety insides before letting her bitch lips flick closed as she slid her fingers back up, a drop of her juices hitting the foliage beneath her. She gasped at the way her meaty vulva briefly shuddered in response, twitching upwards in reflex meant to wring a cock within her, causing more of her lubrication to bead off her pussy before dripping down. She growled softly before looking up to scan the trail again, ears pulling back up from being flush to her skull to swivel again. No one yet. . . . she had time.

Biting her thin canine lip, fangs exposing themselves to press down on the soft flesh, the purple furred braixen began to rub her mound, moving her whole sex up in down with her rubbing motion. her hips shook as she shuddered softly, her pussy twitching against her paw in the highly erotic way that only a canine's could. Her heart soared as she gyrated her hips into her hand, colliding against her digits in a counter rhythm that soon had her leaking lust into her padded paw, wetting it and making her smell dance in the air. She took it to her muzzle, cleaning the arousal from the paw she'd been pleasing herself with. Soaked fur, heavy with the hot nectar met her broad tongue strokes as she licked it clean. She was an animal after all, an animal who chooses not to rebel against such depraved instincts. She loved her fur, and the taste of herself, why not indulge in such nature given depravity? So she licked and lapped until her palm was left moistened by only her tongue.

Returning to her spade, she spread those dusky mons with her index and pinky fingers, traits she had added to herself through some of her more taboo practices, and spread her glistening vulva wide. She licked her lips, tongue curling around muzzle as her middle fingers pressed into her pink folds. She watched the digits disappear slowly inside past her squelching, hungry lips. Her fingers penetrated herself tormentingly slow as she let out a hushed sigh, "braaiiii" She moaned, her long ears folding downwards on her head as the faux mating pushed past her knot reservoir and deep into her clenching canal. It was the pinnacle of need that she felt as she watched her lips twitch around herself, and she couldn't wait any longer.

She dragged her fingers out of that hot cunt as she swung her wide hips back and slammed them with all of her might back into her retreating padded fingers. And with that she began fucking herself in earnest. She humped into her hand hungrily with abandon as she pumped her nethers with enough passion to hear the fingering she was treating herself to. She sauntered through those woods on her approach here earlier with pride and composure, all of which had been swallowed completely by her greedy lust. She rent claw marks into the bark of the tree she used to steady her assault on her own body as her pleasure mounted and mounted, never slowing her hips or her fingers as they worked in harmony to get her off, pumping deep plunges inter her most intimate place. She closed her eyes as she locked her jaw, a whine escaping that cage of impassioned fangs. The purple braixen's depravity only continued as her toes curled harshly when a finger tip brushed a rougher patch of flesh within her drenched mound.

Her legs failed her shortly after, the female's G spot simply too much. Her knees met the ground as she fell forward, humping still as her paw moved swiftly from the tree at her side to the ground to catch herself. Not missing a step, she swung her head down, looking past the chest fluff that was hiding away her swinging tits and between her legs she watched as she continued fucking her hand with rolls of her hips that took her faithful digits so deep. Her crotch was a mess, sticky wet fur clung to her skin in the wake of her fingering, her knees were putting dimples into the ground, collecting dirt into her black regal fur, dirtying herself with leaves and twigs in her aggressive pursuit to force an orgasm from her needy, braixen cunt.

The site of her matted fur and dirty knees brought her to the point of no return. She wore anything well, and this frenzied, desperate costume of her depravity treated her no different. She growled as she pistoned those black spaded lips, twitching and spasming as her climax began rearing it's head. Her shoulders sunk to the ground as she lay her head upon the leaves and dirt, tongue flopping out of her muzzle as she panted in the wanton way every male desires to see their mate beneath them, breath bellowing out as her ass stayed right where it was, taking the lashing her fingers were giving her. With a strangled snarl she arched her back convulsively, one of her feet kicking out straight behind her in frantic ecstasy as her female cum poured from her nethers as it traveled around those jilling fingers to soak her lips and the palm of her hand as her fluids rained to the forest floor.

Her fingers stayed burrowed deep behind those lurching black petals. Writhing around in the cracking leaves she flexed her internal breeding muscles and squeezed down upon herself, a wily smile splitting her panting, tongue hanging muzzle. The power and control nature had graced the female anatomy with delighted the braixen to no end. She laid there riding out the wake of her orgasm, locking down again and again on her fingers while dragging them out just enough to be able to pull them right back in. Appeasing this primal instinctual part of herself was an urge she couldn't resist if she wanted to, and oh how she didn't want to. Her eyes rolled comfortably into the back of her head as her eyelids fluttered, shamelessly basking in her self indulgent afterglow. If anyone happened upon the shiny braixen right then, seeing her covered in nature, her own lusty fluids, and the glow of having came harder than most people can with a mate at their back . . . she'd cream herself all over again.

However after several minutes of post climactic bliss, she had no such luck. When the tremors in her hips and middle finally calmed down she sat up folding her legs beside herself to take in her earth covered knees ruffled fur. She smiled warmly and let out a content sigh, rubbing her breast absently through her chest tuft. She was a beauty to behold, a monument to pleasure and satisfaction. In her current state, she felt as if she were a goddess.

Breaking her from her appreciation, her ears flicked upward yet again to capture what sounded like a human voice, and some sort of. . . vehicle? A wagon perhaps? Leaning up slightly she scanned down the route trail, the light was quickly dwindling, but her night vision was good enough to make out a shape of two humans walking side by side, one of them was pushing a wheeled cart filled with large orange shapes that could only assume to be pumpkins. From where she sat, she saw at least a dozen, and it looked very heavy.

But then her blessed ears heard what she wanted to hear since she had set out this morning. A deep voice closed the distance between the pokemon and the humans. Laughing. soft.

Male

The shiny braixen licked her lips, her arousal stoking embers in her chest again. She had seen him, smelled him now. And that was all it took to make someone hers. He simply didn't know it yet. She growled inwardly as she swept her tail excitedly back and forth, sweeping leaves behind her as she cupped her hands and concentrated for a moment, a purple will-o-wisp forming in between them, an eerie purple glow illuminating her hiding spot. She'd be more than happy to TEACH him, the braixen thought as she curled her tail around herself in an attempt to look pitiful and despondent. After all, it was the season to pretend you were something you're not, wasn't it?