Tail, Language, Show, Don't tell!
Edited and reformatted this short rhyme thing. I haven't had the peace of mind to continue, and therefore I don't want to set expectations for more right now! But I am slowly starting to write again :3 Oh, I miss the ERP days lol.
_ A study on behaviour, fulfilling and sweet. _
A Lifetime measured in moments looking.
_ A waiting to meet. _
In between the isles of the D'hole foods market, a white fox did bob and weave.
Through the thrumming cacophony of scale, fur and skin; such a pet-peeve.
Futuristic hunters preying on the bottles, packages and sacks.
In concrete canyons they stalk. Hunting grounds of stone, steel and cold, mottled, rock.
This is how we forage now, natural world left silent, aghast and in shock.
Inside, the fox's inner world a brimming wilderness. Slight glance betraying the wandering heart.
Turning the corner, again on the prowl. Approaching what he covets, eyes on the prize.
A blur of darkened fur… left the fox in sighs
_I bet you've also met someone like this before,
maybe nearby... in your favorite store?_
Fox's muzzle raising slightly, he couldn't resist locking eyes. Heartbeat quickening in response.
Having looked into those depths, left the fox in sizzling thoughts.
A slight smile spreading, wolf tail looked like it wagged!
He could feel his fur raising, bristly and al jagged.
Fox eyes left to wonder, mind to wander ...moving to meet again.
Another day, another path, though hearts led astray seem to always come back, to find a way.
Returning to the market, white fox stalked again.
And the wolf was there, scanning the rows for what was in store.
The wolf saw him, and he wanted more. A brief glance, and then lingering too.
The fox blushed on que, pretending to reach. Tail raising slightly, just for the view~
Glimpsing with sly eyes from over his shoulders anew.
The wolf was looking, muzzle tilted, askew.
Satisfied and with a smug shrug, the fox again walked by.
Passing the wolf with mischievous smile, muzzle turned up oh so slightly towards the sky.
Wolf eyes left to wander, mind left to wonder. He'd move to meet again.
It was some days later, white fox in no rush, just taking his sweet time with handle and brush.
Tail looking splendid, all poofy and bold.
Black tip, dipstick, painting his body towards an image made just for wolf.
He knew it from the slight glances ...the hungry looks that never got old.
Fluffing up his haunches, bristling his fur, yes he needed to return.
To the store wherein he yearned, for that ever night and dark fur.
With a slip of paper in paw, a sleight of hand, the wolf received a note embellished and bend.
To meet somewhere under full moon, all silvery bright. Roving his muzzle up, he looked on in delight.
Fox's tail waving sultry at him ...slowly out of sight.
Chasing tail was not usually his game, though for the magical fox he'd had have to make a change.
Keeping that white furred rump tightly in frame, he panted and whined.
Pointy ears poking profusely, searching for that foxy kind.
And so, the eclipse of their time calling encore, the wolf found himself standing before a fox's door.
There was time for play…but he had a serious need.
Because he really wanted to stuff a certain white furred being, full with his seed.
Old life forgotten, entering world unknown.
The fox opened the portal, setting ajar that what was previously unseen.
Wolf moved into the home, to atone, for his wanton lust sure had shown.
Aimed towards fox it had shone… and for the white furred creature he had saved up his bone.
The evening still young and foremost, white fox danced around him, first denying his claim.
Fox butt, the wolf yet maintained, he had come to take, and so he resolutely proclaimed.
Flirtatious fox pretended to know nothing of this matter, waving his tail, so very sultry, while he explained.
Wolf was invited just for banter, talking books and topics of yore!
And the fox did adore, the wolf dismissing his narrative and confidently strode towards his amour.
Vulpine slowly gave in, all giggle and mirth. He would soon turn to whimper, shyly eyeing the wolf's girth.
Now in the bedroom, even while dimly lit, left nothing obscured. The outlier of desire coming sharply into view.
Remaining clothes departed, on the ground they were left strewn.
In a last vain attempt to sway the wolf from pouncing, the fox had no choice but to lay.
His rear raised, uncovered, and fluffy tail send astray… it was time to give the wolf his pay.
They really fucked like animals. Maybe needless to say.
Yips rhythmic into thrusts and panting tongue… oh, this wolf surely was hung.
Tight fox first did not easily relent, eliciting growls and barks.
Meanwhile the lupine's top tempo upped up, and up, ...until he was spent.
Grinding that lovely knot securely in place, making sure the fox would not escape.
Scruffy fur bitten… the vulpine kept down, the big bad wolf urged on, to bring his full length into fox shape.
At a fickle moment, just before nervous sighs, the fox moaned loudly in truth; he could no longer deny.
As the wolf found purchase, hilting him in a final frantic display.
Hips thrusting wildly, paws holding fast, shaft now pulsing lewdly… on and on and on.
They were both left panting softly, wolf snugly curled into fox.
Knotted shaft, stuck, spraying and spurting, filling him with that sticky love.
Deep into the night remaining, the wolf softly kept on straining.
Feeling the fox's tight insides around him, keeping him in constant entertaining.
Slowly, slowly, they slowed down. That stuffy hugging in rutted breeding.
They cozily dozed away, into dreams far off, over fur and fuzzy feeling.
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