Faux Pas: Every Dusk Has Her Day
April couldn't find Randy anywhere! It seemed like her brother had simply disappeared. She searched every area of the farm, her three kits following in tow. She'd been living at the farm for almost six months now, and her kits had grown considerably, though they were still only a little more than half their full, adult size. This wasn't the first time Randy had disappeared mysteriously. None of his friends seemed to know where he was, though the wallaroo had said something peculiar about the well. Still, when she had checked the well, no hide nor orange fur was to be found. Finally, she deigned to ask a yellow cat. "Have you seen Randy?"
"Huh? Oh...I think he's...tied down at the moment."
April blinked. "Then, you know where he is?"
"Uhhh...no?" the cat replied, unconvincingly.
Ember, whose fur was as bright as Randy's, if not brighter, said, "Maybe he's actually tied down!"
April said, "Hush..." But the yellow cat's tail twitched anxiously. She turned on him, narrowing her eyes. Something niggled at the back of her mind. "You know where he is: you'd better tell me or I'll..."
The cat was speechless, eyes wide, ears flattened. "I-in the barn, in the back!"
"Come along, kits," she said, leaving the trembling feline behind.
Her son, Leaf had his jaw dropped. Amber said, "Wow..." and Ember yipped, "Awesome!" April didn't like to be a bad example for her kids, but sometimes a young vixen has to put her foot down.
She'd searched the barn already, calling Randy's name, but he hadn't responded. April didn't bother calling him name, instead searching each stall in turn, until the very last one make her gasp. Randy was there, all right, and he was tied down!
The bright orange fox was pinned on his back, with his head and shoulders leaning against the back of the stall. April realized why he hadn't answered - whoever had done this had managed to tie a muzzle around him. He could only open his mouth just wide enough to stick out his tongue, and the loudest sound he could likely make would be a yip or a groan.
Randy groaned, shaking his legs. Each of his front legs was pinned up next to his chest in a rather adorable way, tied together and useless. His hind legs were even worse off, bound around each paw and tied off to opposite sides of the stall. All in all, it was a rather compromising position, except that her brother had managed to curl his tail up between his legs.
"C'mon kids, head on back to the house. Your mother will take care of this."
Ember was as quarrelsome as ever, "But Mom, we want to help!" Amber nodded in agreement, but Leaf looked uncertain.
"I mean it, Ember. Get moving!" She needed to find out who had done this to her brother, and if it was who she suspected it was, she didn't need her kits to see their uncle so embarrassed.
"Awww," Amber whimpered, her yellow tail drooping, but the three little foxes scrambled off toward the air conditioned section of the barn.
April turned to face her brother, cocking her head at him. "Was it the cats?"
Randy nodded, miserably.
"Randy! You're stronger than ten cats! Why would you let them do this to you?"
He opened his wide, terrified eyes. What had happened to her brother, April wondered. Afraid of cats, of other foxes, of...chickens? She knelt down to take one of the ropes in her sharp teeth, but something stopped her.
"This can't go on," she said, simply. When Randy raised an eyebrow, she explained. "I don't know what happened to your self-esteem, but it's out of whack. And you're still as innocent as when we were kits together! Cindy was telling me that you two were together a year ago when she was... well..."
In heat. If a year had passed, that meant it was breeding season again, though April herself was still on Australia time. How had she failed to notice that? Cindy had been smelling a bit...off recently. April had never lived with another vixen, much less two, so she hadn't recognized the signs. As hard as Cindy and Randy tried to keep Cindy's sister, Dusk, away, the mysterious vixen was never too far away from the farm, trying to seduce her brother.
Randy only looked more confused. April sighed, but she had an idea. "And you got distracted by marriage ceremonies. You're a fox! You need help, and I know just the solution - an early honeymoon!" If Randy refused to grow up, she would make him grow up.
She moved her muzzle away from the rope that would have begun to release Randy from his bondage, moving instead between his splayed legs. She nudged his tail aside, and when he brushed it back up reflexively, she planted a front foot firmly down on it. April's throat was dry as she peered between her brother's legs, and Randy whimpered, struggling against the ropes, his fur fluffing out ridiculously.
April hesitated. The young tod was her brother, and she had no business doing what she was about to do. But it was for his own good, and he'd thank her later. Swallowing, part to quell her nerves and part to wet her tongue, she lowered her muzzle to Randy's bright, white sheath, and licked.
"Mrphh!" Randy cried, struggling. April wondered that his eyes didn't pop straight out of his head from the shock. She just licked him again, getting him ready for what was to come. The musky scent of his unused equipment reminded April of her own first time. She'd been just as naive as Randy...until someone forceful enough came along. There was certainly no talk of weddings before, during, or after.
She licked again, despite her litter-mate's struggles, and was gratified to finally see a bit of red poking out. Was this the first time his penis had seen the light of day? She slid her tongue all the way around his tip, and despite himself, Randy moaned. Now, he was quickly filling out, though his wide eyes were still terrified. He'd watched way too much television!
She kept slurping at him, until his cock was nice and hard. She looked down at her bound brother, and was almost tempted to ride him herself...for a second. He was her brother. Why was she even thinking that? She shook her head to clear it, and said, "Randy, I'll be right back. Wait here."
With that, April bounded out of the barn. She'd found Randy, now she just needed to find Cindy.
From behind the boxes, three pairs of mischievous eyes peered out of the darkness. Amber fluffed out her yellow fur, looking at her tied up uncle.
Randy struggled again, kicking his hind legs, but the ropes held strong, keeping him spread eagle. That strange, red...thing between his legs was still visible, even though Amber's uncle was trying dutifully to cover it with his bushy tail.
Ember, of course, was the first to leap out of cover. Amber and Leaf followed, watching Randy's eyes almost pop out of his head when he saw the three, half-grown kits. His face was bright red...but maybe that was just because he was a fox.
Leaf said, "What's that...popsicle thing Mom was licking?"
Amber loved popsicles, and true, there was some resemblance. She'd always liked blue raspberry, though. Together, the three kits approached Randy.
Ember said, "I dunno, but it looked like she liked it!"
Amber nodded, adding, "And she thought it would help Uncle Randy out! We can help too!"
Ember let out her bright, chipper laughter and pounced on Randy's tail, pinning it to the ground beneath her. Now the three kits could all see exactly what was growing between Randy's legs. Ember chuckled as the tail beneath her twitched, uselessly, beneath her weight. The bright, red kit said, "Well, what are you waiting for? Go lick it!"
"Mmrph! MMRPH!!" Randy cried, kicking his legs uselessly.
Amber crawled up her uncle's left thigh, with Leaf on his right, until the two kits straddled the red popsicle. She wasn't sure how this would help Randy, but if it did taste like the desert it resembled, how could she turn that down?
"Go on," Ember urged again.
Tentatively, the brother and sister opened their mouths and licked.
Randy squirmed, whimpering. Amber and Leaf looked at each other in surprise. Leaf said, "It doesn't taste sweet at all!"
Amber chimed in with, "If anything, it's salty, but..." she took another quick lick, then continued, "it's not bad."
Leaf nodded in agreement, and soon the two siblings were lapping eagerly, while Uncle Randy groaned and shook his head back and forth. But he'd done that for Mom, too, so Amber knew better than to listen to their uncle's complaints.
"Let me have some, too!" Ember cried, clambering up between her two siblings. Just like the others, she completely ignored the two, soft, round bits. They didn't even register as important. Unlike the other kits, her path went right over them.
"Arrrgfh! Yrnnnoof!" Randy squealed, as the hefty kit stepped on first one, then the other furred ball before seating herself on his sheath. Her wagging tail thwapped the two organs, albeit much more gently.
Ember's tongue joined her brother and sister in lapping at the tip of Randy's weird salt lick. Uncle Randy began to whimper and whine, the popsicle twitching, until Amber got a taste of something extra salty, right at the top. "It's a creamsicle!"
The other kits joined her, quickly lapping the very tip. It seemed like each time they licked, more and more of the white cream appeared. Randy just groaned, apparently trying to dislodge the three kits by shoving his hips up and down. He had no luck.
Amber heard a loud groan from the boxes behind her. Mom!?
Dusk stepped out, swaying her hips and flicking her tail as she revealed herself. She'd only watched the scene for a few seconds, but that "creamsicle" comment made her groan. "Kits, get off your uncle. Believe me, your mother won't be happy if she finds out."
If Randy had seemed terrified before, he looked to be having a heart attack now, watching Dusk with stunned, green eyes. The kits were obedient, scrambling down and hanging their heads. Dusk thought they were afraid of her, which suited the vixen just fine.
Dusk smiled at Randy like a fox in a hen house, making the nervous tod shiver. "Run along, kits, Aunt Dusk will take it from here."
Ember whined, "But we wanna help!" Such a precocious child.
Dusk smiled sweetly and said, "This is something between a tod and a vixen. You can help when you're older."
Leaf stood to go, but Amber whined, "Can we at least watch?"
Dusk didn't know how much time she had left, but she certainly didn't have time to argue with kits. Sighing, she said, "Fine, you can watch. You can learn along with Randy what that 'creamsicle' is really for."
The three kits sat a few feet away, watching with unending curiosity. Had Dusk ever been that naive? Probably not. The vixen slinked up to Randy, who kicked and struggled against the ropes. Those cats were certainly good with knots. Randy was helpless, and no one was around to stop her. Finally.
Dusk quickly scaled his body, until she was looking down into his wide, horrified eyes. Would he be more frightened if he knew that she was in heat? Did he even know where kits came from? He was watching all the wrong T.V. shows.
She lowered her hips until her heat-swollen mound nestled up against Randy's shaft. She'd waited so long for this, but she unfortunately didn't have the time to truly savor the experience. With one paw, she lifted his cock, guiding the tip to her puffy, y-shaped folds, and she sat down, to a chorus behind her of "Ohhh!", "Woah!!" and "I get it!"
Randy and Dusk whined together as his fat cock spread her apart. As much as she hated to admit it, this was Dusk's first time as well. She'd tried so hard a year ago to steal him from Cindy, that she'd missed the mating season completely! But she'd finally done it. She'd beaten her cousin again. A wide smile cracked the vixen's lips.
Despite his whimpers, Randy couldn't seem to keep himself from humping his hips up and down. Finally, the boy was giving in to his instincts! Dusk had had no idea it would feel this good! Every inch that he moved his massive dick in and out of her sent her mind reeling, and Dusk found herself riding him frantically, sliding her hips and and down his cock with repeated, wet schlups! With her tail raised, the three kits could see everything.
Suddenly, she began making a weird yiffing sound, a cross between a moan and a gasp for breath. Looking down, she saw that Randy was bulging madly at the base of his cock, nearly twice as wide! She couldn't take that...but she could slide all the way down until her swollen lips kissed it. Again and again she sat down on him, clenching down around his huge shaft, her whole body trembling each time she reached his thick, throbbing base.
Then, Dusk heard voices. Cindy and April! They were at the front of the barn and coming quickly. She didn't have much time, and though she could feel his warmth leaking out into her, it wasn't enough. Gritting her teeth, Dusk launched herself into her work, growling at the reluctant red fox. "You'd better cum or I'll..."
The nameless threat was all she needed. Randy yelped, and launched himself up against Dusk, just as Cindy and April turned the corner. Both vixens' jaws dropped, but they were too late to do anything now! Dusk yiffed endlessly as Randy spurted inside of her, her whole body shaking and shuddering. Hot semen poured up into her fertile womb, and the vixen got a certain sick satisfaction that Cindy had managed to actually witness the exact moment that Dusk had beaten her. No matter what happened now, Dusk would always be Randy's first, and her kits would be a constant reminder.
Oh, victory was sweet, indeed.