FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Foxed Contact

By Earbender

Jason William Jones gazed northward, over the endless gray flatness of the Nevada Test and Training Range. From where he sat on the peak of Mount Charleston he could even see the round, tan, almost-circle of Groom Dry Lake and its infamous alien-infested Area 51. Far below him two ravens flirted with the fickle updrafts and with each other--seeking out dead things to share--while close by a pregnant ground squirrel eyed him sourly from the safety of her burrow entrance. So beautiful up here! He'd stay forever if it were possible but no, gotta make it home by Monday for his dead end night manager's job at the Barstow Megaburger Emporium. He'd like a better one, of course, but Jason's hard won wildlife-political science-journalism degree had elicited little interest so far from the corporate world.

The day was warm and still windless so he scraped out a clear spot between the stones and stretched himself prone for a quick nap. A zero dark hundred wake-up and flashlight start on the trail had bought him this time here by himself, but it was best to be heading down soon, before all the tourist-hikers hogged the trail and spoiled it for him.

Jason snorted, scornfully, thinking again of Area 51. People will believe anything if it's weird enough! It was a fun fantasy, of course, and even now his backpack held a half-eaten packet of teriyaki flavored "alien jerky" he'd bought from a tourist shop in Baker with a fiberglass flying saucer in the parking lot. He had no difficulty believing in aliens, but he couldn't quite fathom why they'd bother to visit Earth. Dilithium or plutonium or whatever they used for fuel wouldn't be cheap, and what could our poor primitive planet offer that was worth the trip?

"Greetings, hoo-mon! Be not alarmed, for I come in peace. Please to show me your on-hot sexy earthling females."

"Huh?" Jason snapped his eyes open and beheld a fox, looming over him. Nice one! Glossy, well fed and male. Easy enough to see that last bit, from his unusual angle of view. Jason froze still, hoping not to startle him, and the fox returned his gaze with a prick-eared calculating expression. "¿Habla espanõl?" he enquired, politely.

Jason stared blankly a moment longer, then began to laugh. Silly fool! He had thought himself awake, but obviously he was still asleep and dreaming. He did that sometimes--dreamed while still being aware of his dreaming, that is--and he often dreamed of foxes. "Excuse me, sir," Jason replied, still half-laughing, "You took me by surprise! I speak English quite well thank you."

"Why are you laughing?" the fox snapped. "I really am an alien, you know. I just didn't come here in a flying saucer. "

"Yes, I see. And are you really here to molest our earthling females?"

"Sorry about the cheesy greeting line. People tell me I have a weird sense of humor. Comes from my unusual upbringing, I suppose." The fox lifted his head and sniffed the air, doubtfully. "Just the One will be enough, of course, but--" His head rose higher, peering about in sudden panic. "--the only human I smell is you! What's the deal here? The mages assured me I'd find--aw, shit!" The fox sat down hard on his haunches, and nuzzled his prepuce forlornly. "Bye, guy," he muttered. "It was nice knowing you." He lifted a front paw and scrutinized it carefully, then crossed his eyes trying to focus them on the tip of his muzzle. "I think it's starting already. Is my nose getting shorter?"

Crazy apparition! Did its babbling mean anything? "Uh, looks about the same to me. Sorry about the earthling females and all. I usually hike alone. I have some jerky in my pack, though. Would you like that instead?"

"Give me a break!" the fox keened. "Have you no pity?"

"Uh, sorry, meant no offense," Jason soothed. "Just sort of assumed, you being a fox and all, that you'd like it, kinda..."

"Of course I like jerky! It's just you're moving so fast! I knew you'd be human but I thought like, a female human, and now the first thing you do is try to trap me here with you on this plane! Has someone been coaching you?"

"Trap you? Like in the stories about visits to the underworld or the fay realm where you're stuck there if you eat something? That's so cool! Are you really from a place like that? If I catch you do I get a wish?" Jason snaked forth a playful hand and the fox skittered away, nervously.

"No! No wishes!"

"Sorry, didn't mean to frighten you. Got it now: no grabbing, no wishes."

The fox stretched and shook himself, then padded back to settle beside the prone human. Jason's hand twitched, yearning to stroke his grizzled-cream throat fur. It seemed so real! Even smelled real. Dusty and wild and... kind of erotic. Jason had always been entranced by foxes; more than he ought to have been, perhaps.

"Never mind my fussing," the fox sighed. "Perhaps I'll have some of that jerky after all."

"And trap yourself here?"

"It doesn't matter. I'm trapped here already. Hope you like steak tartare and staying up late at night."

Jason smiled. "I do like those things!" he assured the woebegone creature. "But why the sudden surrender?"

"Those are the terms of my quest. I must return with a proper mate, or not at all."

"That's not a problem! Shouldn't be so hard to find you a sweet little on-hot vixen who'll--"

"You are the mate. The magic has taken hold already--I can feel it--and we're soul mates now whether we like it or not. You may claim me here and I'll change to meet your needs, or follow me home and change to meet mine. I'll assume you're not interested in the second option, and this quest was not of your choice, so in honor I must accept--"

"Fox, please don't take this wrong, but I really don't think we're suited for that sort of a relationship. How about I just walk away right now, quiet like, and let you work through this quest thing on your own?"

The fox bristled. "Do you reject my sacrifice? It was made in good faith!"

"No, I'm not rejecting you, it's just I'm not--"

"If you're not rejecting me, and you won't accept me as your wife, what will you accept me as?"

"Anything else! Really, I'm not that hard to please."

The fox's angry expression melted into a goofy smile, and his tail began to wag. "Truly? Do you truly mean it? That's amazing! I never thought you'd simply agree to--but enough talking. I talk too much already. Quick, follow me now before you change your mind! Don't worry about telling your family and friends; we can send letters back here any time we like." The fox darted away then stopped, dancing with excitement. "This way, this way, I promise you won't be sorry!" He turned, then, lightning-fast, and vanished into the sun-baked rock rubble. Jason stared after him for a time, blinking, then staggered to his feet and peered blearily this way and that. Wow! What a dream! Definitely have to remember that one. He shouldered his pack and peered around again, no fox--silly fool! Why was he even looking?--scrambled down to the rock field in which the creature had disappeared, found nothing there but a wind-twisted twig of... briar rose? Nah, that doesn't grow here at all. Must be something else. Time to go home now, anyway. Trail should start right about... about... here. Huh. Must have missed it. Jason doubled back toward the summit, and missed that too. He cast back again, baffled, unable to recognize any landmark at all. He was on a mountain, certainly, but it was not Mount Charleston! Couldn't be. Mount Charleston didn't have green-blue-lavender scorpions basking on the sun-warmed rock faces, nor rank red briar roses bursting out from every wind-sheltered hollow. The sky was still clear but a chill breeze had come up from nowhere, and he was beginning to shiver from it. Jason picked his way downward, looking for a trail, and the slope grew rapidly steeper. Loose rock shifted beneath his feet and he halted, seeking a better--

"Greetings, human! Welcome to my world. This way, this way--if you slide down that cliff I'll feel like it was my fault, and that would spoil my whole day. 'Ware the rock-scorpions, now. Their sting is not fatal, but it's far from pleasant. Nice to eat, though, if you're fast enough." There! The fox again! Beside that bright-white quartzite outcrop which should have been dull gray limestone. Jason scrambled sideways and upwards, just managing to grab hold of the outcrop before his footing failed again. Behind it was a flat area and something like the beginning of a trail. "Uh, thanks, fox. Nice call, even if you are a figment of my imagination."

"I am not a figment of your imagination!" the fox barked. "Look around you! Is this the world you thought you knew? How do you explain the evidence of your own eyes?"

"Well, uh, I guess I didn't really wake up when I thought I did and all this is, like, some sort of weird dream thing, you know. Or sunstroke, maybe, or altitude sickness or, you know. Stuff."

"Arrgh! Idiot. I've married myself to a harebrained, half-wit idiot! Next you'll be telling me your promise was naught but a dream-promise, empty of meaning." The fox hissed in frustration, and bit him on the ankle.

"Ow! That hurt!"

"No it didn't. None of this is real, so you're only imagining the pain. Come along." The fox stalked forward and in seconds they were following a well-formed trail Jason could have sworn was not there before. Rose fragrance filled the air, and the moist rich earth-scent of recent rain, and... and fox. He rubbed an itchy spot on his forehead and the fox scent grew stronger. It was coming from him! Carefully he sniffed over his hand, and it was true. Foxy scent, sort of, and... was that a fuzz of dark hairs, or fur, on the back of his hand? The fox had said Jason would 'change to meet his needs' if he followed him home. Did he mean, like, change? Into a fox? Chilling thought if this were real, but... it was all just a dream, of course, despite the creature's protests.

Even dream-foxes deserve courtesy and respect, though. How would he feel if he were the figment? "Fox? Ah--excuse me, fox--should I just call you fox, or do you have a name?"

"Why bother?" grumped the fox.

"Why bother what?"

"Why bother asking my name if I'm just a figment of your imagination?"

"Look, I'm sorry. Really, I am! I'm kind of confused here, but I never meant to hurt your feelings."

"Very well. My name is Philip."

"Philip? Phil the fox?"

"No. Not Phil. You may call me Philip, crown prince of Valinoin, or Rufus if we become friends, but not Phil. And what is your name, human?"

"Ah, Jason. Jason Jones. When I was in school people called me JayJay, but no one does that anymore. Is this really a different world we're in now? Is it full of foxes like you? You're not pulling my leg about the crown prince thing, are you? Do the foxes here even have crown princes? That would mean they also have lords, and servants and all that other stuff. How do you manage it without hands?"

The fox sniffed at Jason's ankle, but he didn't bite it this time. "The change is beginning," he remarked. "I can smell it. No, the foxes here are no more sophisticated than the ones in your own world. My family is human. It's a nasty curse the mages say, quite incurable in this world, and I'm not pulling your leg about the crown prince thing. Firstborn children are often the targets of magical attacks. Did you like that name?"

"Huh? Oh, the name, JayJay. Yeah, I liked it, I guess. I mean, yes, Philip. I did."

"We're alone here, so you may call me Rufus. Would you like to see more of my world?"

"Is it safe?"

"Safe? No, not really, but it's beautiful. So lovely to be here again, where I never thought to return, and still to be a fox in it! This quest of mine was in truth a face-saving abdication ploy, you know, intended from the first to fail. In one clever stroke it was to cure me of my curse--albeit in sad, honored, unavoidable exile--and clear the way for my boringly normal brother Harold to claim the throne. So very contrary of me--so foxlike!--to carry out the letter of my command and trot home four-footed with a legal consort in tow! Thank you so much for your gift."

"Gift?" he should have said. "Let's go back now," he might have said. Should have, might have, but didn't. Jason didn't say anything at all, in truth. He simply shrugged, and nodded, and followed the dream fox--Rufus--as he jumped up and glide-trotted down the briar-rose path.

Soon trees appeared--some sort of scrubby pine he didn't recognize--and then, "JayJay, look! A blood palm! And there's another one. Look sharp now and tell me if you see any more. Human eyes are better for that."

Jason looked around,carefully. "Well, yes, there's a grove of them down yonder, I think. In the bottom of that little hollow. Same sort of gray-green fuzzy look these ones have, anyway. I've never seen anything like--"

"A whole grove? Down that way, you say? Excellent! Harsh hot summer rules your land but it's gentle winter here, nigh on spring, when blood palms and foxes come in season. I love blood palm fruit but it doesn't travel well, and the sad sorry stuff they serve at court can't compare with palm fruit fresh from the tree." The fox darted off the path, following the direction Jason had specified, and soon called back: "This way, this way! I've found a safe path for you. Just follow my voice and 'ware the drop-off to your right. Yes, that one! Quit your fussing now, just press up close to the cliff and watch your feet and... here you are!"

Large ferns and small palm trees surrounded them now, thickly tangled together. The palms were feather-fronded like coconuts, not fan-fronded like the desert palms he was accustomed to, and their trunks were clustered thick with savage thorns.

"Blood palms, you call them? Let me guess why!"

"Guess later. Harvest now. That one--over there--fruit smells just right to eat."

"You're crazy! I'm not going to climb that thing!"

"Of course not. The palm farmers use long poles with blades and baskets on the ends, but we don't have those so you're going to knock the fruit down by throwing sticks and rocks while your arms still work that way." Rufus raised a limp forepaw and regarded it sadly. "Foxes are not much good at rock-throwing, I'm afraid."

Jason selected a hand-sized stone and threw, missing his mark completely. Huh. Arm feels funny. Not painful, just funny. Other parts felt funny too, but Jason ignored the feelings and selected another stone, this time missing by a narrower margin. He tried again and struck true, knocking down a couple of the plum-sized fruits. One splatted messily on hard ground but the other landed on a fern and rolled off almost undamaged. Rufus scampered forward and sniffed it eagerly. "Ah, perfect--fit for a prince!" He looked back to Jason and lowered his ears, ingratiatingly, "Or his consort..."

Jason knelt down and examined the fruit closely. It was a dull straw color, split on one side, dripping clear juice which smelled deliciously of coconuts and mangos and something else he couldn't quite identify. Jason's mouth began to water, but, "Thank you no," he replied, shrugging off his pack and sitting cross-legged to watch the fox eat. This was all just a dream of course--how could it not be?--but what if... what if he really was in another world? What if eating food from it really would trap him here?

"Cold feet, eh?" Rufus sighed, gobbling his palm fruit and leaving a large hard seed that looked like a miniature coconut. He crept into the human's lap and nuzzled his ear, tenderly. "It's not yet too late to change your mind, I suppose, and in honor I must take you back if such is your true desire. Let me help you decide." The fox seemed larger than he had been and the caress of his muzzle was... distracting. Jason's ear was tingling with pleasure and he pressed back, despite himself, burying his nose in the creature's musky-fragrant neck ruff. Such a nice smell! Funny he'd never noticed it before.

The fox's scent grew richer, stronger, vastly more complex--not different just more detailed, like a camera shifting into better focus. His nose tickled and he sneezed, and--yes, of course, should have expected it--fox muzzle now. Jason gaped his new jaws wide, testing them, and curled a long pink tongue to rest the tip atop his nose. He brushed the ear Rufus had been nuzzling and felt a large, cupped fox ear, fully furred, but when he touched the other it was still human.

Rufus was at his wrist now--licking and nibbling gently--and Jason's fingers grew short and clawed, bound together in a tidy paw, while his elbow pulled up close against his chest. Furred elbow, furred paw, furred chest. The feeling was smooth, and gentle, and completely free of pain. Far from it! It was pleasure Jason felt, not pain. Pleasure quite sexual.

"Rufus?"

Rufus did not answer, merely shifted his attentions to Jason's other arm, which changed as well, and to his other ear. The fox seemed far larger now, as large as he was, and Jason's clothes hung loose around him like a fallen tent.

"Ah, Rufus? I'm not sure--" Jason pushed away, or tried to, but his shoulders were not working properly and he succeeded only in tangling himself in his tee-shirt. He thrashed about, half panicked, then wiggled out through the neck hole leaving pants and belt and shoes where they had been. He collapsed then, panting and confused, while Rufus nibbled at his neck, his back... and down lower. Each touch brought forth a thrill of pleasure, each thrill greater than the one before, and when the fox's muzzle ventured still lower, past the small of his back, he felt--was that a tail, he felt? Yes, definitely a tail, but something was the matter with it. Damn thing kept moving on its own, kinking itself tight to one side.

"Rufus! Stop it!"

Rufus stopped, and sat back on his haunches. "Sorry, JayJay, I thought you were enjoying that."

"Well, yeah, I was, but--"

"Of course you were!" Rufus crooned, gliding forward to nuzzle the base of Jason's new tail, and lower still. "The magic was to change you--" He sniffed, rapturously, and tickled with bold tongue. "--and it has! How could a vixen not enjoy such attentions, deep in heat as you now are?

Jason shuddered in pleasure and twisted around, nosing the same place Rufus was nosing, and instantly discovered the truth of his claim. He--she--forced her tail down and leaped up, staggered, stumbled clumsily into four-footed stance. All this was real! It was real. She felt it in her foxy bones.

"Rufus! What have you done?"

"I did nothing, my love. I'm but a simple talking fox, with little magic of my own. What we feel now is the hideously expensive mage spell bought by my father. You are indeed honored to be--"

"Rufus, you asshole, what did you do? You tricked me into this!"

The dog-fox's ears and tail drooped down, guiltily. "Well, maybe a little. But I never lied! Every word I spoke was truth."

"Take me back!" Jason snarled. "Take me back now!"

"JayJay, I don't think it's--"

"Shut up! I don't need any more lies from you. Just shut up and take me home." Jason tottered forward, quickly finding the trail that had brought her there, while Rufus trailed sadly silent behind.

Jason's balance quickly improved, and and her four new legs ate up the miles in a blur-fast trot. They were back at the quartzite outcrop before an hour had passed.

"Alright, Romeo, tell me what to do now. You got me here, you can help me back." Rufus was standing close beside her, closer than he needed to, and the jerk's thick musky scent was driving her crazy. All through their run he had been crowding her, crowding her, nose-brushing her trailing tail tip, and each subtle touch had tingled like a static spark. Jason's tail crept faithlessly to one side as she thought how lovely it would be to feel the fox's weight settling down upon her back, his forelegs curling round and pulling her close in irresistible embrace. Hastily she snapped the tail back where it belonged but Rufus felt the movement and pressed himself closer against her side. Jason was trembling now, and panting, and her ears burned hot. She tore herself from his touch and stumbled onward. "Rufus! Tell me what to do!" she begged.

Rufus sighed, forlornly. "Yes, JayJay dear, go back now if you must. It is not my place to stop you. Simply veer to your left, avoiding the cliff edge, and when you're on safe rock close your eyes and follow your instincts. At this nexus point, and while the magic still reigns, your home plane will simply draw you back to it."

Jason veered, crept forward with her eyes pinched tightly closed, and instantly caught the scents of sage, and desert dust, and bristlecone pine resin. She followed them and felt noon-harsh sun heat on her nose, heard the croak of raven-banter in her ears, felt the prick of frost-shattered rock shards beneath her pads. She snapped her eyes open to find herself home, in the world of her birth, back atop the summit of Mount Charleston.

Fox breath tickled her ear. "It is beautiful here," Rufus murmured. "Almost as beautiful as you, my love."

Jason jumped, and jerked away. "Rufus! Why did you come?"

"I have to come. Did you think our bond broken by your return to your world?"

"Right. When I'm human again we can talk some more about that. Did you say you'll turn human too, if you stay here?"

The fox beside her fell silent, and his head drooped low.

"Rufus? You're hiding something."

"I would have explained to you, but you bade me hold my tongue."

"Would have explained... what... to me?"

"Explained that you... ah... explained that you won't be changing back. You will remain forever a fox, like you are now, whichever world you choose."

"You tricked me, changed me against my will--and now you say the change is permanent?"

"Er... my father says sometimes it's better to beg forgiveness than to ask permission. Yes, I tricked you, but I couldn't think what else to do! You can have your revenge now, if you like. You won't be changing but in this world your needs will shape me just as powerfully as my needs shaped you. I am at your mercy while the magic still flows."

"In that case I need for you to burn in hell!" Jason barked, regretting her words the instant they left her mouth.

Rufus screamed in terror--a high pitched, unearthly sound--and the two foxes cowered low, waiting.

Waiting for nothing.

Rufus lifted his head, eventually, and peered fearfully around him. "You didn't really mean that," he whimpered. "Thank you. If you must punish me could you try something milder please?"

"Uh, yeah. Right. Maybe that was a bit excessive." Jason's gaze hardened. "But you're still a self centered jerk! You've destroyed my life! I'm not going to just let you get away with it. I need... I need you to be another vixen like me!"

Rufus shook himself and stood tall to meet his new destiny, but time passed and his proud vulpine male-parts remained undiminished. "These mage spells work at their own speed," he explained. "Your fate will claim me soon enough."

"No it won't," Jason sighed. "I didn't mean that one either. How did you get under my skin like this?" She snarled in frustration and snapped savagely at a fly that dared to buzz her ear. "I need... fuck it. I'm just no good at this vengeance business. Spent my whole life trying to learn patience and forgiveness, and look what it gets me. Damn wimpy pushover."

"Er, JayJay--" Rufus offered, oh-so-politely, "--you are most assuredly not a pushover, and patience is highly regarded in our court. As a ruler's virtue, that is. Even forgiveness has its place. Please don't belittle yourself. I would be most grateful to share my life with a patient, forgiving wife."

"Wouldn't you! Well I'll need a trustworthy, honest husband, if it comes to that, and I'm not fucking fooling this time!" Jason's words rang strangely in the hot still air, and the two foxes locked gazes, startled. "And he must love me more than life itself," she added in the same voice.

Rufus nodded, meekly, and sidled close to lay his head across her shoulder. "I'll try," he softly vowed. "I swear I'll try."

Jason breathed in his beguiling scent and held herself still, relishing the gentle contact. Could she really shape him to her whim? Purple fur, or feather crest, or four tiny hooves where his paws had been? He deserved it, certainly, but such tricks held no interest for her. She didn't care about payback, or fairness, or her forever-lost Megaburger Emporium job. Jason whimpered and arched her hips, kneading the ground with restless forepaws and abandoning her tail to do as it liked. Just a touch; that's all she wanted. A simple touch, or--she pressed sideways against his haunches, and Rufus eagerly pressed back.

"Rufus?"

"Yes, my love?"

"I need--no. No I don't. I'm fine. Just talk to me. I can't think straight."

"What shall I talk about?" Rufus murmured as he stoked his chin along her spine and Jason's legs locked stiff, like sawhorse legs, and her pelt crawled tingling sideways with a life of its own.

"I don't care. Anything!"

"Very well. I will talk of foxes. Foxes in springtime. I will show you too, if you permit me!"

Jason made no answer, or perhaps she nodded her head ever so slightly. Rufus chose the second interpretation. "It's very simple," he said. "Merely cuddle closer to me... like this... and let my words carry you along. Imagine yourself in the presence of a dog-fox who knows you well. His rut claimed him weeks ago, so many annoying weeks, and always now he's sniffing at you, nosing you, bumping for attention while you burn restlessly, not yet ready, slashing him away then changing mood for no reason and welcoming him close, changing again and grumble-stalking grumpily away. Your nipples have grown larger, and your labia, and now--today!--the scent of your readiness quivers in the air. It fills your lover's mind with fevered dreams, and his heart--"

"Rufus, I'm not sure--"

"--and his heart with lust. His presence attracts you now; more than you'll admit. You tease him unmercifully and he dares to hope you might, perhaps, share his feelings to some small degree; that some day soon you'll heed the counsel of your own heart, and yield your body to his will. Today would be nice. Right now would be even better. But alas! How can he--a simple male--know what dark designs lurk within your wicked heart?"

"Rufus--I think that's enough talking."

"He will guess, certainly! Perhaps his vixen's heart is neither dark nor wicked. She is frightened, perhaps--and who can blame her?--still confused, still not quite ready. He bides his time, helpless and hungering, until--" Rufus edged backward, so he was standing behind Jason but not quite touching her. "--until his vixen at last surrenders herself to him, as she inevitably must.

"Here, let me demonstrate: Your fox has been testing you time and again but this time when he touches you--like this--your tail flips eagerly to one side. Yes, like that. Good sign! He'll certainly not let such an invitation go unanswered. Most likely he'll caress you now with his tongue, captivating you with pleasure and drowning himself in you enticing scent, but if his fierce lust overwhelms him he'll skip that and throw a leg aboard--like this--to see what you do next. If you stand firm for him--oh, yes, like that!--he'll sneak the other paw around and nestle up tight, curling both forelegs under your belly and around your thighs for leverage, like this. Intimate, isn't it? Kind of hard for a fox to miss, with a grip like this! You feel a touch, so close, and you draw a ragged breath. Can this really be happening? Your fox is trembling now, in his eagerness, and his hips tend to move themselves--like that--without being told. You are trembling too, he can feel it, and your head is lowered in submission. You could still wiggle free if you wanted to--you know this is your last chance to change your mind--but you simply stand there, waiting, as he grips you tighter and pulls you closer and his hips sort of find...their own way... like that. Entry is--ah!--simple and--ah!--and painless, when... when done gently, and...and the rest--huh!--kind of--huh!--takes care of... of..." Of itself. That's the way his sentence was supposed to end: "... and the rest kind of takes care of itself," but Rufus had lost interest in talking, while Jason had long since ceased to listen. The fox was deep inside her now, irredeemably deep, and she had let him there! Even now her legs were braced and her back arched helpfully at just the perfect angle as her body gleefully gave itself to his pleasure. And hers.

As a man there had been times, just before he came, when Jason's cock and balls and and spine had quivered with such sweet, overwhelming tension-pleasure he lost track of the world around him. That feeling was doubled now as Rufus thrust inside her with short rapid thrusts no human could ever make, while his knot swelled tight in triumphant possession.

His movement range grew limited but Rufus thrust on, bucking madly, drooling and whimper-panting in her ear while his his cock swelled larger still, sealing them together and forcing the tip of it tight against her cervix. Jason was panting too, or gasping. Hard to tell. Something was coming now, tickling her neck and hips and legs; causing her breath to catch in confusion. An orgasm, maybe? Really should have come by now!

Rufus pulled back, testing his tie, and the wave broke over her at last--shaking Jason like a thunderstorm while her vaginal muscles clamped down hard on her lover's knot and other muscles relaxed, ever so slightly, as her cervix prepared itself for what was to come.

Jason squeezed down again, and helplessly again. Couldn't stop herself! She was twitching now--endless rhythmic pleasure-twitches, still without volition--while Rufus grunted and froze motionless within her, forepaws digging hard into her thighs. He pant-whined softly and began to twitch himself, so deep within her--not thrusting, just pulsing powerfully again and again as his cock tip pushed tight against her lust-dilated cervix and pumped wave after wave of potent fox sperm into the fertile womb beyond.

The two remained motionless, Jason never clearly remembered how long, while the mating-pleasure faded from mind-blasting to just really, really nice. Rufus was still pulsing rhythmically within her, and she was just as rhythmically squeezing and releasing him. After a time Rufus relaxed his grip and placed both forelegs to one side of her, then lifted a hind leg up and over so they were standing tail to tail, still locked tightly together, still both pulsing away. In wildlife classes Jason had heard the procedure described, even seen a couple of videos with dogs and wolves, but no class had ever prepared her for this! Way to go, dude. Gender-bent two measly hours and already knocked up. Should have known better than to trust a damn talking fox. Jason sighed and shrugged, resignedly. A bit late to turn back now. Might as well make the best of it.

"Rufus--you are wearing a condom, I hope!" she joked.

"Er... no. They don't make condoms for foxes and I sort of thought--

"Oh, never mind. It's not like I could get pregnant or anything. I'm a guy, after all."

"Er... ah... JayJay, I don't think you understand. The magic that changed you is really strong and... and thorough. If you're with a fox like we--like we are now--a pregnancy is sort of... ah... possible..."

"Oh, dear! We have to stop!" Jason clenched down and pulled back, teasing, knowing quite well it was too soon to break their tie, and Rufus yip-yipped in alarm. "Wait! Don't do that! You'll hurt yourself."

"Or you," Jason laughed. "I know more about this fox business than you may expect. I know vixens are tough, and strong, and unlikely to lose a fight with a male fox. They're also territorial, and not so fond of other vixens, and--" Sudden human voices forced her into silence.

"We're almost there!" wheezed a male voice, puffing breathlessly. Middle aged, maybe. Sounded like a parent. He was really close! Right around the bend.

"Are you sure?" whined a younger male voice. "You said that three times already."

"Twice. This time I really mean it though. See that--"

"JayJay, listen closely!" Rufus hissed. "It's dangerous to be approached by strange humans, especially when we're tied like this, but we can move together if we're careful. You head toward that outcrop, slowly, and I'll walk backwards behind you. If we stumble and pull apart it'll hurt like hell, but it won't kill us. Go on now, I'm ready."

The foxes crept forward in cautious, eight legged synchrony, and it wasn't so hard when they got the hang of it. It was almost fun, in a way. Actually it was fun--a lot of fun--the sudden, oddly spaced knot-tugs stimulating in a very different sort of way. Rufus seemed worried but Jason couldn't quite bring herself to fear a red-faced tourist dad and his whiny kid, and that knot inside her was already shrinking under the stress of the moment. She was pretty sure she could pop free without much pain, if it came to that.

The outcrop proved sadly small but they took it anyway and crouched belly down, still locked tail to tail, scant seconds before the two humans topped the summit.

"Well, Ernie, what did I tell you? Just look at that view!"

"Yeah, right dad. It's nice. Is there someplace here I can go pee?"

"Sure, anyplace is fine. It's not going to hurt anything." Rock-crunch-footsteps moved closer as the kid made his way directly toward their hiding place. "Aw, shit," the foxes muttered in unison, preparing to flee but still reluctant. "Go away!" Jason whispered, but she had made her voice too soft and the young human moved into view still unaware of their presence. He was tugging at his zipper already, obviously in a hurry to get on with things when he became aware of company. He froze motionless, mouth open, and stayed that way.

"What's the matter, kid?" Jason snapped. "Never seen a fox before?" The human shook his head, numbly, and his jeans turned a darker blue as he quietly peed himself. "Well go away, then. Go pee on some other rock if you still need to. We're busy here!" The kid nodded and backed slowly away from them. "Dad! Dad!" he called out when he was safely clear, "There's two foxes behind that rock!"

"Can't be," his dad replied. "The visitor center brochure says there are no foxes here, only coyotes. Let me check."

Rufus had shrunk further so Jason leapt forward, popping loose pain-free, and the two foxes scuttled quickly into better cover. "Yes! I see them too!" the dad shouted. "They're foxes alright."

"Yeah, and they were acting really weird."

"Weird? Weird in what way?"

"Ah... they looked like they were sort of stuck together, and they weren't scared like they should be, and one of them--"

"Not scared? Wild animals are always scared, unless they have rabies. Were they crazy-looking and foaming at the mouth?"

"No, they were just--"

"We need to go now, and report this right away to the ranger station. If those foxes have rabies they need to be shot or trapped before they hurt somebody. Come on, we're going now."

"Dad, I don't think--"

"Come on! You can tell me about it on the way back to our car. We need to leave this area in case they come out of the rocks and try to bite us." Quick-stepping rock crunch and gravel patter marked the humans' departure, and small red foxes crept casually out from the rocks to reclaim their mountaintop.

"Well, that was a moderately unimpressive pair of humans," the dog-fox remarked.

"Yeah, you get used to it," his vixen replied. She sidled close, and nuzzled him fondly beneath the jaw. "Now, where were we?" she continued.

"Well, last time I checked I was seducing you and you were thinking of forgiving me. I hope. Are you sure you want to stay here on this plane? It's all very beautiful but my home is beautiful too, in a different way. Can't say it's safer though."

"It has to be safer than dodging a bunch of gun-toting trap-setting park rangers!"

The dog-fox shook his head and sighed, sadly. "You want me to tell you the truth, so I will. We play our politics rough in my world, or at least in the part of it where I live. If we go back there we'll forever be concerning ourselves with plots, uncertain alliances, sometimes even war."

"We play rough in my world too, but I've had some training and--who knows?--maybe even learned something worth sharing with you! The knowledge certainly won't do much good if we stay here to feed on ground squirrels and garbage while keeping a wary eye out for vermin eradication programs. Those rock scorpions I saw are tasty, did you say?"

"Well, the humans tell me they savor of piss-marinated lobster dipped in swamp mud, but we foxes are fond of them."

The vixen laughed, and shoulder-bumped him playfully. "Sounds delicious! I feel I simply must try them now. It's a pregnancy craving perhaps. Please, sir, lead on and I shall meekly follow. And afterwards--"

"Afterwards?"

"Afterwards who knows? I've shown little resistance so far to your sweet-talking silver tongue, but I'm feeling the urge for a rematch." The new-made vixen stretched herself and smiled, demurely. "I may well lose again, but it's a chance I'm prepared to take. Perhaps you should test me one more time."

"Perhaps," her red-furred love replied, chin-stroking her drool-damp neck scruff and smiling a fond foxy smile of his own, "Perhaps I will at that." He scampered down from the summit rocks, brushing past a spindly briar rose seedling that had not been there the day before, and behind him his she-fox trotted close, closer than she needed too, her sharp vulpine nose coyly tickle-teasing his trailing tail.