Faux Pas: A Different Breed
Randy paused outside the exit to the zoo, ready to leave with Cindy on his honeymoon. Or, at least, ready according to his sister, April. The bright orange fox thought about all the things he'd seen on television about weddings that were missing from his. The ceremony had only been about four seconds long, despite beautiful words by Rudy, the red wolf. Only April and her kits were in attendance, which left out all the rabbits, cats, wallaroos and horses he'd wanted to invite. Oh, and Myrtle. He wasn't in a tux, and Cindy had no wedding dress, and they hadn't exchanged any vows. All in all, a rather unspectacular affair, and he wasn't sure at all that he was satisfied with the result. Sure, he wanted to marry Cindy, but in the right way. Turning to his sister, Randy spoke softly so that Cindy couldn't hear, and said, "I don't know about that 'ceremony' - but Cindy and I can't start on a honeymoon yet!" April growled, "Oh, for the love of -" and turned around to grab the lovely red ribbon that was tied around her tail. Randy continued, "What about music, or some candlelight? Perhaps a nice dinner, to set the mood...?" The cream-colored fox grabbed the ribbon in her paws, wrapping it in a tight circle, and jumped forward, wrapping the cloth around her brother's mouth like a muzzle. Her voice took on a dangerous edge as she stared face-to-face with him, and yelled, "Randy! Do I have your undivided attention??" Unable to say anything, Randy mumbled. "Pay attention, brother mine, here's how it works. Cindy will run. You chase her. Do not let her out of your sight! When you finally catch up with her, nature takes over. You got all that?" Randy struggled to undo the ribbon, but April had managed a very tight knot and he couldn't seem to get his paws into the cloth. He was also frustrated. Why did his sister not trust him at all? Did she think he was stupid? Maybe she was the one who needed to shut up and listen to his feelings! Finally undoing the ribbon, he said, "Run, chase, nature. I'm not stupid, Sis!" April sighed. He wasn't stupid, just very naiive. If only there were something she could do to ensure a successful honeymoon. She wished she had a real muzzle to shut him up with. Or better yet, something to...wait...she knew just the thing. "I never thought otherwise," she said, walking off to find the cat, Kira.
"Do you think it'll work out?" Rudy said softly, now that the wedding was over. Bruce shrugged. "She's a fox, he's a fox, what's not to work out?" Rudy explained, "She's from the forest, he's from the farm. I don't know, he really seems clueless, and everyone knows it but him. I heard the cat and his sister talking..." The grey timber wolf sat, a little bored with the gossip. There was T.V. he could be watching. "Yeah?" he asked without an ounce of interest. Rudy kept talking in spite of the tone. The red wolf said, "They think he's hopeless, so they were talking about the best way to make sure he can't screw up." "Isn't screwing what a honeymoon's all about?" Bruce asked, confused. "That's not what I meant. Anyway, I swear they were joking about literally tying our young fox down and letting Cindy have her way with him. Not exactly how I picture a healthy relationship." "Hey, whatever works," Bruce replied. Rudy left, but Bruce couldn't help thinking about the little fox and his girlfriend, and particularly the other one...what was her name? April? He'd scared Randy's sister, and though he'd apologized, he still felt terrible about scaring them. Maybe he could make it up to April by helping to make sure Randy and Cindy managed to breed? "I'll do it," he told himself, resolving to follow the foxes from a distance to make sure nothing got messed up. He didn't have to go far. The foxes hadn't even left the zoo! But he saw why immediately. April and Kira hadn't been joking at all. They had tied the bright red fox to a tree, helpless bound on his back. Bruce had to squint to see that far down the hill, but sure enough there was Randy wrapped in ropes with a ribbon tied around his muzzle, kicking his feet, while his vixen stood nearby. "Maybe they don't need help after all," he sighed, watching quietly from a distance. He wondered why no one else was watching. Except for Bruce, the foxes were in complete privacy, and what kind of a honeymoon was that? The vixen stepped over the tod, rope in her mouth, but before she could restrain him, he kicked. Bruce doubted that he meant to, but the kick hit Cindy square in the face and sent the vixen reeling into the tree. "Oy Vey," Bruce groaned. "What a good start!" Only...she didn't get up. Oh, she wasn't unconscious, but she almost seemed stuck. Bruce, curious, walked to the side to get a better view, only to realize that Cindy's head had gotten wedged in a knot in the tree. She was struggling to push herself off, but she was completely stuck! With Randy bound on the ground, there was no way this honeymoon was going to get off the ground. Without Bruce, anyway! Tail wagging, the helpful Timberwolf trotted down the slope. "Need a little help?" he asked, looking down at the diminutive foxes. Cindy was trapped head-first in the tree, spouting muffled shouts that sounded like "Mmm! Nn..TT!" Randy watched Bruce with wide eyes, but his words were just as muffled and useless. What to do, what to do. Bruce looked Cindy over, her reddish tail flicking back and forth. She was really stuck tight! He could try to pull her out, but maybe this was all for the best. With only the important parts of the vixen readily available, how could Randy screw up? Better to free the tod and let what happens happen. Or... Bruce knew that Randy was incompetent. He'd need all the help he could get. The less the tod could do, the less he could mess up. Bruce decided that if he just freed Randy from the tree and freed his front paws, Randy could hardly fail. Bruce could even put the young fox onto Cindy's back! Bruce could only imagine the thanks he'd get for all his hard work from Randy's sister. April would definitely forgive him after this! Bruce stepped over and bit through the ropes that pinned Randy against the tree, then nibbled through the bindings on his front paws. The timber wolf made sure to keep the tod's back paws tied together, and to keep the muzzle on. He didn't need to talk to breed. The whole time, Randy was glaring at Bruce and shaking his head, but the wolf didn't care about Randy's feelings. If he was going to let such an easy opportunity by, he didn't deserve a vixen like Cindy. "Come on, Randy. Do what comes naturally! It's your wife, after all." "Mmmph - mmm!" the fox whined. Bruce grabbed Randy by the scruff of the next and picked him up like he was a chew toy. "Up you go," he said, after plopping the red fox onto his trapped bride's back. Cindy was still whimpering words into the tree, but Bruce could hardly make it out. Besides, he was doing the vixen a favor. Fucking while she was trapped in a tree and he was bound and gagged might be a bit kinky for a honeymoon, but it was better than to let the two fail completely. Considering what the two had managed on their own so far, they definitely needed the help. "Alright, Randy, go ahead," Bruce encouraged, ducking his head below the fox's tail to ensure that they really did consummate the marriage. Yet the male resisted. He didn't thrust, all he did was try to push himself off of her. Growling, Bruce grabbed Randy by the scruff of his neck and held him place to make sure he didn't get away. Through gritted teeth, Bruce said, "There's no need to be shy...Just do it already!" Still he struggled. Bruce finally gave up and dropped Randy onto his back with a thud. "Jesus, you're as hopeless as they said! Don't worry, Cindy, I'm not leaving until I figure out a way to get him to breed you." Cindy thrashed her tail and wriggled in thanks. Bruce sat there, thinking. How could he make the tod mount her? He was reminded of a saying about horses and making them breed water or something. Well, maybe he couldn't force Randy to mate, but he could make sure Cindy left with his kits. He'd seen as much with the zoo's giraffes - artificial insemination. He just needed to collect some of Randy's seed and push it into Cindy. "Don't worry, I have an idea!" he declared to the frustrated foxes. "Mmm mm, nn-ttoooo!" Randy said with wide, delighted eyes. "Exactly," Bruce nodded to Randy. "Let me take care of everything. With ol' Brucie on your side, this honeymoon will go off without a hitch! Well, you did get hitched, but I mean -" Randy tried to squirm away, but the huge timber wolf placed a paw on the orange fox's chest, pinning him in place. "Uurrrm! Mvooo!" the fox whined. "Oh, no need to thank me," Bruce smiled. "Consider it my wedding gift." The wolf contemplated just how to go about his task. He'd watched enough T.V. to know how it worked. He let his eyes fall between Randy's bound hind legs, the soft white sheath hiding the fox's penis. But not his balls. Bruce just had to get Randy's kit batter into Cindy's womb oven, and cook up the couple a baker's family. "Now hold still..." Bruce said, laying down on Randy's hind pads, nose flush with the smaller fox's sheath. "Time for a little donation." Randy glanced down his white belly at the wolf, shaking his head back and forth, pawing hopelessly at the ribbon around his mouth. "Mmmmph! Nnngggmoo! Aaaaaiee!" "Relax, this won't take any time at all," Bruce assured him, opening his mouth and wrapping his enormous, sloppy tongue around Randy's soft opening. At first, Bruce got no response but a muffled murr, and the wolf wondered if Randy could really be that impotent. But with some gently suckling, he finally began to feel Randy harden. "That's it, Randy," he said, licking his lips. He slurped up the bright red tip that was starting to emerge, encouraged by the red fox's whimpering. The fox squirmed beneath him, but with each firm lick, another inch of Randy's cock emerged, bright and throbbing in the cool, winter air. Bruce wondered if his friend Rudy's cock would smell as musky or taste so salty - not that he would ever consider doing anything like this with the red wolf! It's not like Bruce was gay! He wrapped his wet tongue around Randy's full cock, gulping up the first little spurts of seed. "Mmmrrrl. Nnnnggg..." Randy trembled, starting to rock his small hips up against Bruce's muzzle. Bruce only paused to encourage the young tod, "That's it, give me a nice, big load so that I can lick it up under that pretty orange tail of hers..." Cindy must have managed to hear the wolf, because she placed both her front paws on the tree trunk and tugged and pulled even harder than ever, but she was as stuck as ever. Bruce grinned at the eager vixen, saying, "Down, girl, I haven't even gotten Randy's donation yet!" But he was close. Bruce could taste the steady stream of seed spilling from the fox's tapered tip, feel his thick cock shuddering as it prepared to unload. Yet still the tod seemed to hold back, as if the last thing in the world he wanted was to spurt a load into Bruce's waiting muzzle. Bruce wasn't about to let the fox screw it up once again. Reaching forward with his paws, Bruce began to cup and fondle Randy's white-furred orbs, which were quivering and ready to burst. "Come on!" Bruce growled, swirling his tongue one last time. Randy couldn't hold back any longer, and with a high-pitched whine, the young groom let loose, firing rope after rope of cum all over Bruce's huge tongue. The wolf had to stop himself from instinctually swallowing it all. This semen wasn't bound for the wolf's belly, but for Cindy's. Each weak hump of the fox's hips ended with a hot spurt splattering the back of Bruce's throat. "Nnnnrlll...mmmb..." Randy moaned, and this time Bruce thought that the ribbon around the tod's mouth wasn't making a difference in his eloquence. When the tod was finally done, Bruce's mouth was dripping with cum, some of it spilling down his chin. He left the male trembling on the ground, Randy's shrinking cock hanging limply on his belly as Bruce rushed over to Cindy's rump. "Lift that tail, so I can get to your naughty bits." She must not have understood, because she didn't do what Bruce asked. Instead, she squirmed and wriggled against the tree trunk, her light orange tail tucked firmly between her legs. Bruce realized his mouth was rather full, so she probably couldn't understand his mumbling. Worse, he realized, she might have heard "Lift that tail so I can get you, you naughty bitch!" Bruce wanted to apologize, but that might just get misinterpreted too, and he wasn't about to swallow Randy's donation just to settle Cindy's nerves. Sighing, Bruce stuck his muzzle up under the vixen's tail, nudging it aside to get a beautiful glimpse of Cindy's swollen spade. Oooh eeee! She sure smelled! He'd noticed Randy's musky scent before, but this vixen was clearly in heat, and the two scents swirled around in the wolf's nose. Very exotic and not unpleasant at all. Her mound was sticking out an inch or two and dripping wet. He could only wonder how Randy had failed to consummate with the alluring bitch. Well, Bruce could take care of that! "Here goes," he said, ignoring the muffled whimpers from inside the tree. Randy watched, dazed, as Bruce extended his cum-slathered tongue, curling it up and into the blushing bride. She was super tight, so he had to really push to get his tongue inside her slick lips, but Bruce was happy to feel the thick cum slither down his tongue and dribble into Cindy's fertile pussy. He twirled his tongue inside her clenching tunnel, trying to coat every corner, and, admittedly, enjoying her acrid flavor. The timber wolf noticed that she was bucking her hips now, rocking up and down on his tongue as he ate her out. Finally, Cindy got what she deserved, and if Bruce had done his job right, would be walking away with a belly full of kits. April will be so happy. Smacking his lips, he pulled free from the vixen and said, "There you go, one litter, courtesy Brucie Packaging and Supplies. Now lets get you out of that tree." Brucie was about to walk around the vixen for a good place to pull, but he paused, taking one more glance at Cindy's rump. He watched her y-shaped folds dribbling out a large portion of Randy's load. He hadn't pushed it deep enough! The vixen had stilled at Bruce's last comment, shivering, waiting to be rescued from her imprisonment, but Bruce said, "You're leaking, my dear. There's gotta be a way to keep all that bountiful fox seed inside of you." Bruce thought, a paw on his chin, while Cindy murmured wordlessly in the tree. Randy was trying to roll over unsuccessfully, his hind legs still bound. "Mrrph...aaaahz nnnnt NNND!" he whined. "I've got it!" Bruce announced to the exhausted tod. "My tongue isn't good enough, but I know what will push it real deep, and not a drop will escape!" For a tense second, both foxes were completely silent in grateful dread. "My cock!" Bruce wondered why he hadn't thought of it before. If he mounted Cindy, he could push himself all the way into the eager vixen, and his knot would keep Randy's seed deep, long enough to seep into her womb. It was brilliant! Cindy seemed to disagree, flattening her tail once again and thrashing left and right. She was going to hurt herself if she kept this up! "Now come on, dear, it's not like I can get you pregnant. And honestly, I promise, it's no imposition on me. I'm happy to help in any way I can." Bruce had to wonder if Cindy could even hear him, because she still refused to lift her tail, even though he'd told her it was no imposition. Shrugging, the timberwolf leapt onto the small vixen's back, his hips shoving her orange tail to the side. She was so short that he could stand over her and his belly would barely brush her back, so he had to snake a paw beneath her belly to lift her rump up. With her latter half dangling in the air, she seemed to stop struggling, obviously a sign that she finally understood. Bruce lowered his grey hips until his sheath poked up against Cindy's dripping spade. "Randy, watch carefully, I'll show you how it's done," Bruce said, glancing over at the stunned tod, who was still trapped on his back, his eyes wide as he stared at Bruce on top of his wife. Now, Bruce had never fucked a wolf before, much less a fox, but he'd seen plenty of nature shows on the television. He knew what to do. His chest heaved as he felt her hot spade rubbing up against his sheath, and no sooner had he begun than he felt his bony tip starting to emerge. "Oh God," he gasped, the blood starting to flow faster through his veins. This felt way better than he'd thought it would. Bruce let his cock dangle slightly, to pick up any dripping fox cum, before sliding the slippery dick back up to her hole. Gritting his teeth, Bruce said, "Here's to a happy honeymoon!" With that, the wolf poked into the squealing vixen. It was just the tapered tip, but even so, she felt like a vice grip around him. Groaning, he forged ahead despite the pain, not willing to back down after offering to help. Each inch he shoved, another inch of his sheath slid back, so that unless you were watching closely, you'd never know how much of his dick was penetrating her. That is, unless, like Randy, you looked at her expanding belly. The wolf's enormous cock distended the vixen's abdomen, and that bulge only pushed deeper and deeper. Randy held his breath so much, he was turning blue, but despite all that had happened, his little cock began to emerge once more. "Just a little...deeper!" Bruce groaned, starting to regret being so damned helpful. She was squeezing so hard around him that his cock felt cold, and he still hadn't reached her womb. When he finally did, the dull thud seemed to coincide with an explosion from the vixen. Muffled moans echoed throughout the tree, and she began to convulse around him, squeezing even harder! Bruce gritted his teeth, realizing that he had somehow managed to hilt himself inside the bitch, probably thanks to how swollen her loins were. "Here cums the bride!" he gasped, holding himself deep as he rode out her convulsions. He couldn't tell, but he knew that he had driven Randy's cum right up against the bitch's cervix, and now that she was cumming all over him, it would penetrate the womb. If there had been any doubt before, there was none now - thanks to Bruce, Randy had sealed the deal! Randy watched his wife orgasm around the enormous wolf, rocking up and down on the thick, bulging cock. His own foxy dick was at full attention now, despite having provided a donation so recently, and despite himself, Randy reached down with a paw to rub himself. Bruce grinned, and said, "That should do it; she's yours now. No need to thank me." Bruce tried to pull out, but when he did, he could only back up a few inches. Glancing down, the timberwolf realized that while he'd been hilted inside the vixen, he'd knotted her. His huge, canine knot bulged out like a grapefruit beneath the minute fox's tail; there was no way he was pulling out anytime soon. "Oops." Cindy was gasping now, the muffled yips and yiffs barely audible. She was stuffed full like a thanksgiving turkey, every inch of her cunny bulging tightly in every direction. Weakly, she tried to buck her hips, but with her legs still dangling, she barely moved. Until Brucie realized that with his fat knot holding the vixen up, he didn't need to lift her with his paw anymore. Groaning, he let go, and her weight dropped her back to all fours. Which was a mistake. Now she could hump back against him, and she didn't wait even a second. While Randy watched and groaned, Cindy moaned, bouncing up and down on Bruce's cock. "Whoa, down girl!" he gasped, the shuddering clenches on his fat cock now more intense than ever. "Cindy...wait..." She didn't wait. Bruce gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the vixen's agile moves, but he was never going to shrink at this rate. No, there was only one way this was going to end. Groaning, the timber wolf said, "Nnnnngh, why not? Your seed's already taken," he explained to Randy. "Sorry about this..." With that heartfelt apology, he began to thrust in a way he'd never thrust before. His huge bulb held him in place as he pumped into the tiny vixen, jabbing in and out several inches. The tight, wet vixen only thrashed harder, tail rigidly to the side, shuddering as the enormous wolf cock visibly bulged against her abdomen. Were orgasms supposed to last this long? Cindy must have really been pent up! Randy accepted Bruce's apology by way of moaning through his muzzle and bucking his hips, learning how to be a male through observation. Bruce was proud he could help the young tod. He'd only known him for a day, but the lad seemed like an honest sort. Bruce smiled down at the young groom as he banged the tod's bride. Something was really different now. The timberwolf felt himself heating up, and the pain in his cock grew even more pointed. Was he getting bigger? A quick glance at the outline of his cock in Cindy's belly proved the answer was no. But still, he moaned, he howled, he felt himself... "Oh God, I'm gonna cum!" he gasped, with sudden realization. Why did it hurt so much!? Cindy slammed her hips backward when she heard that, spreading her legs so far they were trembling, and all the pain melted away in an instance. A loud, gurgling splurt pumped down his huge rod, and the first load of bubbling cum shot into the young vixen. Balls churning, Bruce could barely think about anything but flooding this bitch's womb with his seed, though he knew he couldn't really breed her. Again and again he slammed his hips flush with her petite rump, squeezing more and more into her swelling belly. Randy grunted, using both paws now to rub himself as he bucked his hips. He shuddered as he watched Cindy's gut begin to get full and heavy with the wolf's seed, stretching her small frame until she looks like she was already pregnant with Randy's kits. Her poor body was stretched every which way, from her spade to her womb, and there was still plenty cumming. Bruce could only grin as he watched the young tod ejaculate all over his belly, as if he were fucking Cindy vicariously through Bruce. "Damn, Cindy, I don't know if you'll ever be the same after this!" he gasped. Finally, the flood grew too strong, Cindy whining in the tree, and the pressure managed to break the tight seal of his knot in her clenching cunny. The next spurt erupted out of her, splattering every which direction. The river of fluids was just a small portion of what was churning inside of her, but still, the cum matted in her fur and stuck to his inner thighs, dribbling down on to the ground beneath them. All Bruce could do was wonder why there weren't any female wolves at the zoo, because now that he knew what mating was all about, he wanted more. Cindy's orgasm finally slowed down, her knees weak as she lay beneath him. Bruce was hardly done, but at least the urgency of release had passed. He took a deep breath and slowed his thrusts, letting his balls drain naturally into the docile vixen. "You're welcome," he said loudly to the tree, hoping she'd hear him. With that, the wolf turned around, rump to rump with Randy's sated wife. "Now that's how it's done," he said, turning slightly and lifting his tail so that the tod could observe the grapefruit-sized bulge that had once been Cindy's pussy. Tod whimpered. Bruce was bored, but he couldn't pull free just yet. In fact, he was still squirting, though most of his contributions sprayed out of her. She must be completely stuffed! If Bruce's cock hadn't pushed Randy's seed deep enough, the torrent afterward must have. Chest heaving, he waiting impatiently, twitching his tail. "Randy?" a voice called from behind the entrance to the enclosure. Bruce sighed in relief, it was downright boring with these muzzled foxes. The voice was feminine - April, probably? Sure enough, the dark red vixen popped around the corner to witness Bruce's handiwork firsthand. "Where -" she started, until she saw everything: her brother Randy on his back, tied up and covered in cum, Bruce knotted deep with Cindy stuck in the tree. April's jaw dropped, but not shock, not pleasant surprise. Bruce wondered why she looked so horrified. He said, "I'm glad you're here. I know we got off on the wrong paw. To make amends, I helped you out. I know you were worried about Randy and Cindy tying the knot, and you were right to worry. They were hopeless, and Cindy even got stuck in a tree! But never fear, I made sure to get a good sample from Randy and push it deep into Cindy so that she is most definitely going to get pregnant." "But - what..." April stammered, so shocked by his grace that she was almost speechless. "Oh, this?" he asked, lifting his tail to show off the swollen, throbbing tie. She must be as confused as the other foxes, thinking that wolves and foxes can interbreed. "Don't worry, we aren't compatible. I was just showing Randy what to do." Randy, for his part, was beet red and covering his eyes with his paws as if that made him invisible. Cindy, still headfirst in a tree, probably couldn't even hear what was going on. "But...I'm Cindy..." the red vixen stammered. Bruce blinked. "What?" he asked, ears flat. "Then who...?" There was only one other vixen in the zoo. The fox he'd pushed Randy's fertile cum into wasn't his wife at all...She was his sister.