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The young feral vixen geckered to herself as she skulked forward, doing her best to keep her playful snicker quiet enough to not give herself away.

The creamy furred vixen—her pelt almost entirely off-white save for the orange and browns of her back, sides, and a splotch around her left eye and tail-brush—was entertaining herself with her latest prank. She was luring yet another traveler from the road running through her territory, attracting him deeper into the woods with her newest trick: cajoling a will-o’-wisp she had caught and coerced into submission to dance throughout the tree line ever ahead of the man.

The fox had discovered that the foolish two-legged beings she had avoided for most of her life could be easily drawn from their safe, familiar paths, and into the dark, unfamiliar woods of her territory if they saw the swaying, ethereal blue light in the distance. She didn’t know why exactly, but why bother with such unimportant details when making fools of them was such a thrill by itself~?

It was even better if they kept going until their paths were out of sight. She would then command the will-o’-wisp to snuff itself out, leaving them utterly, hopelessly lost in the dark woods without keen noses like hers to guide them! They would wander in confusion, stumbling like blind kits into trees and ditches—all while her devious gecks echoed throughout the forest around them.

If she was lucky, they would sleep until morning for better luck. Those pranks she loved the most, because she could sneak closer and dig her paws and snout into their packs. Sometimes she would make off with a trinket to celebrate her successful prank, other times her sensitive nose would pick up a delectable morsel of peculiarly dry and chewy meat!

With winter now in full swing, slowing down the number of travelers that crossed her territory and sheltering her prey beneath layers of snow, the vixen was particularly hoping this fortunate find had those delightful meat treats for her to take so she didn’t have to go hunting tonight. So much so that she even led him deeper into her woods than usual, hoping to force him to rest before leaving one way or another.

But now, after hours of skulking and luring the hooded figure further and further away from his destination, it was time for the vixen to pull her trick! With a devious wag of her tail, the orange and creamy-white vixen quenched the flames she was commanding! Her turquoise blue eyes glinted ever so faintly in the starlit night, her ears pursed with excitement, gleefully observing how the shadowy visage of the traveler would react now that they were cast into darkness…

Only for her ears to swivel upright in confusion as the flame reappeared, dancing with the same ethereal blue as before. Except, instead of dancing to and fro ahead of the anthropomorphic man to lure him deeper into the woods, it appeared above his outstretched hand like a dutiful lantern, casting the cloaked figure and his surroundings in its pale glow.

The closer light revealed some more details to the vixen, namely the narrow snout which peeked out from the shadows of his hood, sporting the same whisker-markings and keen nose that she herself possessed. But, most importantly of all, was how the will-o’-wisp’s light reflected in the man’s eyes, revealing a glinting pair of deep, sapphire blues which looked straight towards her hiding spot—just as the black lips upon his snout twisted into a fond, toothy smile.

The vixen huffed! Her feral expression twisted into the equivalent of a pout as she glared at the ball of fire dancing at the other’s fingertips.

Traitor!

She was going to eat that flame for turning against her!

“Oh, don’t look so sour.” The mysterious man spoke with a playful chuckle, his gloved hand reaching up to give the simmering flame an ever so playful pet. To her surprise, the flames of the mystical simpleton cackled in a way resembling a purr. “I have a way with these silly little things myself.”

The feral fox remained pouting despite his words, turning her head away from the man that had ruined her prank with a chittering huff—although one of her eyes peeked open a moment later to try and keep a discreet glance upon him.

She could not speak herself, but she had spent enough time spying upon the two-legged folks that she had begun to understand their words to a point. Sure, some of the more technical elements were beyond her, but she knew enough to understand this enigmatic figure’s words.

Her reaction drew another laugh from the man, who then began to slowly stride towards her. One hand remained holding the tamed will-o’-wisp aloft, but the other turned towards his hood, lowering the covering to reveal more of his face.

Despite herself, the vixen’s gaze shifted more towards him. The man’s eyes glowed ever so faintly in the darkness of the night, casting their own pale illumination along with the traitorous flame’s across his orange-and-white-furred face. His ears, a pair of brown-furred triangles dutifully pointed towards their quarry—her—stood atop a mop of messy, brow-length, leaf-green hair that faded to black towards the edges of his bangs.

Him being a vulpine anthro wasn’t too notable though—she had misled a few before, after all. But… This one seemed different.

It wasn’t just because he had stolen away her minion—although that certainly made her curious enough to linger upon being discovered rather than running. Well, that, and the fact that she didn’t spy any hostility from him as he approached. Nor was it just the alluring weight his sapphire eyes seemed to possess whenever her turquoise blues met them.

No, what made her linger was his scent. He didn’t smell like one of the two-legged foxes!

The aroma that greeted her nostrils with the gentle evening breeze was much more like the studding tods that migrated during the winter—wandering through her territory and competing against one another for her affection. Quite a few had already tried to be her suitor this season already, but the vixen had always denied them. The other foxes seemed a bit too dull for her while she grew more cunning and trickier.

But this one seemed to possess tricks that she had yet to figure out! Her tail twitched in excitement at the opportunity to discover more secrets—as well as with playful frustration at having been one-upped.

“You’re curious, hmm~?” The standing fox replied with a gentle rumble, easily deciphering her thoughts from her body language and feral vocalizations.

The vixen gave a dismissive chitter, trying not to seem too excited despite the hastening wag of her cream and brown paintbrush of a tail.

Her attempt to portray disinterest just drew another playful laugh from the fox as he sat down next to the vixen, just a step or two out of reach so as to not frighten her. As he did so, his own orange-furred tail, sporting a set of creamier-orange stripes along its length and ending in the typical white brush, flicked behind him. In a shimmering haze, the limb seemed to split, multiplying, then splitting, until by the time the gesture had finished a full set of five long, fluffy tails now danced behind him. Some coiled lazily around his knees, cradling him with a small cushion of insulating warmth, whilst others remained swaying through the air, portraying feral language with more nuance and grace than the vixen could with just her one.

That caught the girl’s interest enough that her entire head turned back to gawk at him. Her head tilted to the side, staring as if she could decipher the trick behind the deed with enough observation.

“It’s a simple trick,” the five-tailed kitsune murmured encouragingly towards his younger kin.

As he spoke, the hand holding the will-o’-wisp aloft flicked, casting the living flame aside to wander freely around them. Then, as if with a thought, the gloves the strange fox wore disappeared with a rippling shimmer—as if they had been nothing more than reflections cast upon the surface of a tranquil lake, broken by a metaphorical swipe of his forepaw against its surface.

“You’ll figure it out in time. Just give it… oh… a few more decades~?”

His hand, now exposing its brown-furred fingers and dull claws, then reached towards her in invitation.

The vixen stared at the palm incredulously, contemplating on whether she should indulge her fascination with the tod’s tricks and approach. But, at the same time, she didn’t want to make things too easy for him.

She could smell this for what it was. He was a suitor! His feral scent betrayed the excitement of a male fox in season, growing ever so faintly stronger despite the confining garb he wore—no doubt because every breath he took while sitting nearby dragged her own fertile scent across his keen nose.

Except, while the other males had tried to impress her with their skills at hunting, he was playing upon her fascination and pride from her new tricks!

How deviously underhanded!

There was another reason she was so hesitant to give in to his advances, however. Beneath his scent advertising virility, she could detect the lingering aroma of other lovers from amongst the two-legged folk they played tricks on. If that was the type of tricks he played with the strange folks, she couldn’t blame him, but it did remind her to not fall to their level. He needed to entice her, not the other way around!

To fall victim to the fox’s wiles like they did would make her no better than the silly travelers she herself deceived!

Her pride wouldn’t dare allow that!

So instead, she puffed out her cheeks and stepped back onto all fours, giving a playful trot off-center from the male fox. She didn’t draw closer, nor did she leave just yet… But it did give her an opportunity to flash the man’s hungry blue gaze, her tail flicking up just high enough that her swollen, puffy black spade was exposed to his vision—just out of his reach.

“A sassy girl, aren’t you~?” He laughed again. His eyes clearly drifted towards her fertile folds with a clear rumble of excitement and a salacious lick across his fangs. But, instead of chasing as she hoped, his hand remained outstretched, waiting for her to approach as before.

“There’ll be plenty of time for that… Don’t worry. But for now, I thought I’ll show you some of the benefits that come from learning the anthro’s shape.” He continued, doing his best to dismiss the lurid thoughts welling within his mind, even as his scent betrayed the turbulent desires swirling beneath his thoughts.

“Learning how to mimic their speech, for example… Imagine the antics you can get up to with that trick.” He started, before leaving the vixen to consider his words with devious glee.

She had seen groups of travelers before and how they talked… Oh, if she could blend in as one of them, she was sure she could make them all into fools! Especially the men amongst them. They seemed to be just as wily and head over heels for their own women as the tods were for her. She already knew how to confound her own kin’s advances; so she was certain she could run laps around the foolish two-legged folk!

“But, even beyond that, just their fingers are useful… They use it for tools, and we can use those very same tools in turn… But they’re also incredibly, well, handy in other ways~” he indicated with an enticing wiggle of the digits towards her head.

For some curious reason, the strange gesture made her remember an itch that had been bothering her in an awkward spot behind her ear…

She hesitated for a moment longer, rumbling in conflict with herself… But, in the end, she acquiesced, stepping towards the mysterious five-tailed fox and nudging her head with an ever-so-demanding air into his outstretched hand.

Another laugh rolled from the studding fox’s lips, but his fingers did as she all but commanded him to do. Lovely, dull claws gracing the tips of dexterous digits combed through the fur of her head, stroking along the hard-to-reach crevices of her head where the most pernicious of itches lurked. It didn’t take him long at all to discover the spot that the vixen wanted dealt with, guided by her churrs of pleasure and the reflexive shiver of her hindleg and tail as he rubbed along the edge of her orange face-splotch…

“See? Useful, aren’t they~” he murmured, before sweetening the pot even further with his second hand.

While the first continued to brush and sweep along her ears, delivering satisfying scratches towards the base of her ears and the other, ever so elusive spots on her scalp, the second went towards her chin. With a rumble of contentment, his nimble claws brushed along the underside of her snout, coaxing the vixen to push her head further forward—now all but leaning against his side.

“There’s a good girl~ Just think, when you learn to take their form as well, you can scratch all these spots all on your own… But they'll never feel as good as having someone else scratch them for you~” he enticed with a chuckle, encouraging her to explore and develop her tricks further.

The tone to his voice seemed to imply that he was holding something back. With a huff at the thought that she was being deceived, or, at the very least, having the best trick concealed from her, one of her bright blue eyes peeked out from beneath his hand with a doubtful glare.

Fortunately, for another feral fox, her expressions and subtle noises were like an open book. With a smirk, he continued with a flirtatious rumble, his tone even more enticing than before. “Well… There are other things these hands are good for~”

The intonation behind his words were obvious, but the conclusion… It made the feral fox lass’s ears quirk in different directions. How could paws—errr, hands—be useful for mating? True, they were good for holding a vixen like herself down, but the mystery behind the larger kitsune’s words left her believing that there was something more to it than that…

“Do you want me to show you~?” the vulpine murmured coaxingly. The hand rubbing along her chin slipped down further along her body, combing dull claws in long, vigorous strides through her neck fluff, teasing along the scruff between her shoulders as he did so.

She raised her head higher, letting his hands pet her as they wished, whilst her mind spun with the offer. Would accepting it make the courtship too easy for him? At the same time, she couldn’t bear the thought of having some hidden secret of those hands held above her head and not discovering the answer!

In the end, the vixen pressed closer to him, giving her answer in how readily she let his hands explore her body, and by how her nostrils chuffed with barely disguised excitement.

The man’s smile widened to expose a single fang, his hands shifting their stance.

To her regret, the grip against her scalp retreated to join its peer in wandering along her neck, before both hands danced towards the underside of her belly. To ensure that they could wander as needed, she likewise pivoted, rolling onto her side and settling into the disguised feral fox’s lap—wiggling into the crook of his knees and nestled within his warm, fluffy tails. Her legs were held askew, her paws idly wiggling whenever the man’s dull claws danced over a pleasure-sparking spot, but otherwise spread to expose her perky, aroused nips and glistening, dew-soaked spade to his gaze.

The former drew the man’s attention first. His delicate touch danced over the teats that hadn’t nursed kits in years but would again if her suitor managed to seduce her. The gentle brush swept around their edges, applying just enough pressure to the nubs that a wiggle of excitement washed through her recumbent form.

But even that delightful and novel sensation was just an appetizer. The anthropomorphic tod kept one hand wandering along her chest, stroking between her nipples in an erratic pattern to keep her guessing, ensuring she never adjusted too quickly to the shiver-inducing rubs. Meanwhile, his other hand took advantage of the distraction by the first to wander down lower, brushing along her belly, sweeping across her abdomen…

Before, finally, the nimble digits delivered a gentle brush along her oh-so-lovely spade.

The careful caress of the back of his digits against her warm, puffy black mound made her jolt against his leg. Her ears propped back forward, her body straightening half in surprise, half in wariness. But all it took was the slow, careful walking of his digits along her entrance, slowly exerting pressure to dimple the dripping, swollen sex beneath their touch, to have her settle back into the nook of his knee—her throat rumbling with an excited churl whilst her hind legs spread wider for easier access.

His claw-tips gently circled around her sex, not daring to advance too quickly, instead letting her grow more comfortable with his touch while slowly drifting towards the inner folds of aroused flesh. The drawn out and tantalizing nature of his touch made her hips rock upwards, while her huffs coaxed him to stop tormenting her with the slow and teasing gesture.

But he refused, his black lips stretching into a wider, crooked smile as he denied her silent whimpers. His deeper, sapphire eyes stared down at her with desire as his digits slowly sunk deeper—the pair spreading to stretch her spade around their knuckles, whilst his claws gently raked along the soft, velvety inner walls stewed with her estrus.

“Mmm… You and I aren’t just slaves to our instincts anymore~ We don’t have to rut like our younger peers that haven’t quite yet developed the same cunning we have…” his words cooed into her ear with a rumbling breath just as his second set of knuckles pressed into her cookie.

“We can take our time and… enjoy ourselves… along the way, don’t you think~?” his murmurs continued. The hand that had previously been tormenting her nipples returned to her head, gently rubbing over her scruff while he supported her weight. While his other hand…

His other hand made her legs kick as he gently plunged his fingers into her depths!

Her walls clenched around the nimble intrusions, inundating them with the eager, wet warmth of a vixen ready to settle down for the winter. Her trio of lips clenched around the base of each finger, squirming with haphazard excitement at the novel touch, delighting in how expertly they played with the sensitive spots lurking behind her mound—drawing shuddering rocks through her length, and gentle, whining gecks from her lips.

It wasn’t just the two longer fingers that had sunk in that made her feminine dew seep out to mat their brown fur. The ones outside played with her as well, the smaller, thinner fingers gently rubbing along the outer mound, whilst the squat digit offset from the rest helped to gently pinch her mound from the outside with the two internal fingers hooked within her knot pocket—squeezing with a gentle, rolling pinch that sent waves of pleasure shuddering out from between their touch.

One shiver of delight was followed by another, then another, each one arriving faster than the last underneath the vulpine’s skilled manipulations. Until finally the pleasant peaks overlapped with one another, drawing a surprised, albeit quite satisfied, whine from the vixen’s throat as a flutter of euphoria swept through her body—the same pleasure she’d usually find after coupling with a mate.

Her turquoise eyes rolled listlessly for a second, her head swaying back in equal parts confusion and satisfaction, still struggling to comprehend how she could feel such pleasure without mating. Her spade clenched around his still rolling digits with a suckling schlurp, dousing the tod’s grip in her feminine juices, whilst her tail whisked against the snow—brushing the blanket of soft white away to reveal the grasses slumbering beneath.

“See? Hands do have some fun uses~” the fox murmured hotly, his velvety tongue licking across his chops with desire as he stared down at the feral girl. The flood of her estrus wafted throughout the air, coaxing the desire burning within his mind to a fever pitch.

But the vixen didn’t have to listen to the tenor in his voice to catch that. She only needed to feel the twitching within the tent of his pants against her head—having inadvertently pressed against the male’s crotch while she squirmed with delight—to feel the tod’s need. His virile scent was only a taste, a sample that had seeped past the cloth covering. But the garment couldn’t contain the vigor, nor the warmth, which radiated from the stirring tool. Nor could it properly hide the size of the length pressing against her cheek through the constricting cloth, nor the size and weight of the fuzzy spheres swollen with their seasonally enhanced fecundity cradled against her cheek.

Her ears flicked against the man’s crotch, and her spade fluttered against his retreating fingers, as she compared the masculinity she felt to those her unsuccessful suitors had displayed as attempted proof to their suitability.

There was just one problem…

While the fox had definitely drawn her interest, enticed her desire to develop her catalogue of mystical tricks, and his scent certainly aroused her, he was still in the form of an anthro—a being to be played with, not mate with!

But that surely wouldn’t be a difficult thing for the man to change… Or at least the vixen hoped as she rolled out of his lap and returned to her legs still wobbling ever so slightly from the aftershocks of her pleasure. She quickly trotted away, not giving his hands time to grab a hold of her, but paused just a few meters away, turning her turquoise eyes back to him with her cream-and-brown-furred tail lifted high in invitation.

The tod grinned and followed suit.

The rest of the man’s peculiar clothes washed away, much like his gloves had before, exposing orange-and-cream-striped fur adorned with fuzzy brown gloves and a white-furred underbelly. The female fox’s gaze, meanwhile, couldn’t help but drift towards his crotch, catching sight of his stocky, glistening red shaft sprouting quite a few inches already from an ample pouch, as well as the heavy, swaying spheres just beneath that all but promised she’d be heavy with kits by spring.

A second later, and the same rippling distortion that banished his clothes happened to his very body. With every shimmering wave of refracted reality rolling over him, the being she had been playing with over the last few minutes disappeared, and in his place, the fox’s true form emerged. Long, fluffy tails whipped out behind him as a set of four strong, stocky legs ending in brown gloves dug into the snow. The leafy-green hair that had hung over the anthro fox’s head turned into a peculiar mane which ran along his neckline.

Most enticingly of all, his stately shaft now stood half-erect between his hind legs, dripping drops of ample fecundity into the snow beneath him—marring the fluffy white surface with their impacts.

He was larger than the vixen expected… Much larger than any of the other suitors that had approached her. Not only did he seem more than able to chase off any male rivals, but he looked like he could fend off a wolf with his physical prowess alone!

It made the vixen’s ears twitch as she admired his physique and glossy, winter coat that was the picture of health much like her own. She didn’t know if he was still capable of using the anthro’s speech, but at least for now, he kept to the same feral tongue she spoke—a sultry growl in the back of his throat that made his intention to mate with her clear.

She gave a playful, beckoning flick of her tail, before running away, leading her suitor on a chase through her territory to prove his worth. Of course, unlike the other tods who she quickly outpaced, he was always on her heels, taking advantage of his longer gait to nimbly scamper after her through the snow—leaving behind a pair of tracks running alongside each other in their wake. Her playful gecks and howls of desire wrung out through the woods, joined by his own courting mannerisms echoing in concert.

On and on she went, frolicking deeper into the woods, until the first biting ache of fatigue finally settled into her limbs. Her maw parted with a soft pant, her turquoise eyes briefly wandering over the familiar territory of her home—far away from the wandering paths of wolves or other predators, where she and the five-tailed tod could be alone.

The snow behind her crunched as the larger fox came to a stop behind her. His lips gently swayed with his own pants, but his were to greedily suck down the scent of her fertility as their courtship neared its conclusion more than they were to alleviate the exertion of their run. His deep, glinting blue eyes stared hungrily over her, making the cream-and-orange vixen shiver with excitement—her mind already drifting towards the kits their union would bring, and hopes they would inherit their father’s strength and cunning.

The vixen flipped her tail up above her back, exposing her spade still dripping from their earlier activities and her mounting excitement, while her forward half swayed lower towards the snow—offering herself to the vulpine stud at last.

He was wary, at first. A sultry rumble rolled through his throat as he stepped closer, wary that the vixen was playing another flirtatious trick like the last time she had stopped. Yet, his eyes stared with overt desire for her all the less, and the sultry rumble within his throat grew stronger with every approaching step.

The white blanket crackled beneath his heavy steps as he drew close enough for his snout to reach her flanks. His nose pressed against her black cookie, imbibing her scent of fertility from the source, his warm, silky tongue greeting his newest mate with an enticing lick along the entrance his anthro-fingers had explored. Each touch, and every curious lap, made his half-erect rod twitch, sliding ever so slightly further from his pouch, and casting yet more rivulets of virile vulpine essence to the snow between his thick paw-pads.

At last convinced that she wasn’t going to dart away at the last minute and take him for another run—again—the larger vulpine stud pushed forward. His chest brushed against the vixen’s back, trapping her tail between them as his body straddled hers, pressing his snout against the side of hers as the advantage of his size allowed him to tuck her body against the underside of his without needing to mount. One of his forepaws remained on the ground to help hold his weight, whilst the other tucked underneath her front legs, wrapping around her chest and pulling her up to greet his body, pinning her in place as his hind legs blindly rolled forward.

There were no nimble digits to guide his rod to its goal. Instead, the jutting, spunk-sputtering member could only be blindly swung—brushing its warm, tapered point against her cookie again, and again, making the huffing vixen grow ever more desperate to feel the tool claim her with each pass. Each off-center press smeared a touch more of the masculine fox’s precum over her sex, staining the aroma of fertility with his virility, creating a potent cocktail of conjoined pheromones which danced within their nostrils.

Fortunately, after a few more swiveling rolls of his hips, she finally got her wish after his tapered point finally nestled towards the inner folds of her spade instead of without. The first shallow brush dragged his tapered point across her entrance more than it dug in, his eager loins pulsing to paint the entrance with his lubricating fecundity—making an even further mess of her estrus-soaked folds than before. But it did enough, lining that rod up at last so that his next thrust could sink forward at last—slowly spreading the sensitive walls wider around his wedge-shaped start until the thickness of his main length could slide in~

A gasp and sultry rumble of pleasure wrung from the vixen’s lips, shortly thereafter joined by a possessive growl from the male on top of her. His dull claws raked against her chest as he pulled her closer, pressing her tighter against his body and tugging her hips towards his crotch. His hind legs pressed forward, sinking his glistening red rod deeper into her spade, burying inch after inch in a smooth, drawn out buck which gave her delicate walls ample time to stretch and adjust to his broad girth, as well as draw a demanding murmur from his vixen’s throat—a hiss commanding him to not play the same tricks he had with his fingers and draw out their mating, not when the itch of her heat had grown into an insufferable flame during their courtship!

But again, the fox male answered with a crooked smirk across his feral features—instincts and concern for danger be damned. The vulpine stud answered her chastising expression with an alluring rumble of his own, as well as a firm buck forward to sink his swelling mast deeper into her belly. The advance made the vixen rumble with pleasure but did little to soothe the ache of her empty womb, much to the five-tailed kitsune’s amusement as his hips continued to gently rock forward.

Despite her best attempts to squirm and roll her body back into each lurid thrust, the pace of their rut was almost entirely under his control—leaving her only able to stand steadfast against the force of every buck as the tod slowly, and teasingly, quickened his pace. His rut-heavy spheres swayed in the wake of each thrust, his shaft pulsing with excited anticipation as it dug deeper into the vixen’s soft, black walls, spreading the soft, wet, clenching folds around his growing tool with every pistoning press in. There was no need for his accurate and nimble presses of his fingers here. His girth alone ensured that almost every nerve along her spade was stretched around his length along with her deeper walls, making them whimper and spread the pleasure of their joining with every sway of their hips.

At least the glossy red flesh still had some give to it, making it easier for her drooling cookie to accept as it squeezed the slippery spire beneath its kneading, milking flexes. But, with every swaying buck that give began to slacken—his meat growing turgid as he swelled out inch by inch, until the entirety of his considerable foxhood had finished spilling forth from his pouch, the fuzzy white sheath tucked behind the tod’s uninflated knot—a trio of glands that lent a hint of their curve to the anchor of the shaft right before its narrow root.

The vixen’s hoisted tail shivered against the larger fox’s chest as the glands of her new mate’s knot kissed against her spade, her head craning up to give a cooing screech of a howl to the air and expose her neck to him as she did so. Her tongue hung listlessly from her panting lips, turquoise-eyes fluttering with every rocking sway of the five-tailed fox’s hips.

Her heat had grown to a burning inferno in the chamber just beyond the fox’s plunging rod, raging with the need to be quenched by the fox’s essence. Her walls clenched around the rod in desperation, squelching the lathered mix of their arousals past the tight fit of his cock within her walls with every spasm—baptizing her mound and the knot tapping against her spade with small spatterings of lurid feral fluids.

It wasn’t the glands themselves that barred his further pillaging descent, or even his own sultry desire to prolong their mating and ensure that the vixen was a heated mess by the end—although the cream-and-orange-furred vixen couldn’t entirely discount the later possibility.

No, the cause belonged to the fox stud’s broad length itself! Her walls had stretched around his stocky girth, and yet they had proved inadequate as the vulpine’s tapered tip ground against the end of her quivering, milking tunnel—leaving her fluffy underbelly stretched ever so slightly around his hefty girth!

Every wet, noisy thrust forward tapped the firming rod against the gate to her womb further coaxed the firm walls, already weakened by the desperate need of her heat, to slowly spread around the wedge-shaped point. The trickling flow of vulpine pre, meanwhile, collected in a small puddle of fecundity against the end of her mating canal due to the angle of her uplifted hips—causing the plunging point to splash into the fecund pool with every strike. Each forward press squeezed the warm essence back out along the rest of her sex, adding to the squelching notes or their rut.

All the while, his hips hammered in deeper. His knot started to tease against her succulent black spade with every thrust digging his rear paw-pads into the snow as her gate steadily surrendered and her sex stretched yet further to accommodate her new mate.She could feel the first, teasing drops of simmering virile precum trickling past her ever loosening dam to stain the fertile fields beyond.

The anticipation within the vulpine stud’s loins grew to their zenith. His breath washed across the side of the vixen’s face, heavy with his eagerness and hunger. His lurid growls tickled against her cheek ear with his growing zeal.

She stretched back, her tail slipping free from between their bodies loosely, and lopsidedly, coiled around her lover’s hips. In turn, his own many tails alternated between wagging triumphantly above his spheres twitching with imminent desire or returning the favor by loosely wrapping around her own hind legs.

His snout, meanwhile, celebrated the dawning finale of their union by shifting downwards, brushing his whiskers along her bared neckline. His black lips parted, exposing his fangs to brush their smooth surface against the base of her neck, but she thought nothing of the upcoming mating lock as his parting jaws hooked around her nape…

At least until those fangs dug against her scruff. Instead of dimpling the skin beneath them to hold her in place like she expected, an entirely foreign sensation reverberated throughout her core as they seemed to slide right past her flesh and instead touch something far deeper and far more intimate than her body.

It was one last trick that the fox had seen fit to hold out on showing her until this very moment, coaxing a surprised growl of delight from the deepest depths of the vixen’s being as her soul was nibbled! His tongue lapped forward, sending rippling waves of pleasure coursing through her spirit that were every bit as euphoric, and every bit as exhausting, as the clapping thrusts of his cock into her spade—a delicate, shallow ‘tastes’ that left her greater spirit unharmed by sampling the periphery of his new mate’s essence, trading pleasure for a greater tax upon her stamina.

It was while the vixen rocked with euphoric shudders from the strange, mystical bite that the larger fox finally slammed his hips forward with enough vigor to bury the last inch of his spunk-lathered length within her spasming folds~

The single-tailed fox’s eyes, brought down to a listless droop while caught in the soul-nibbling bite from her mate, suddenly snapped back to attention as she felt her cervix spread around the advancing point! Her mate’s length wedged itself within the final gate to her fertility, the tapered point peeking past her clenching walls to ensure the spunk-belching point was nudged past that last barrier—ensuring the next twitch of anticipation rolling through the tool’s girth sent a simmering rivulet of appetizing virility to directly spill across her fertile fields.

Those small strings were entirely unable to douse the burning desire of her ovaries beyond, but they would not have to wait long for relief as the larger vulpine ground his hips flush against hers. His sheath kissed her spade while strings of their excitement stretched between the ebony cookie and cloud-colored pouch. His balls flexed, drawing tighter towards the folds he had stuffed, their weight and warmth resting ominously against the vixen’s ‘upper’, flat mount, broadcasting the tension growing within the sack with every subtle shift within.

Until, at last, her seasonal need was finally soothed.

The tod’s heavy loins jumped against her body, squeezing with the laborious effort it took to pump ropes of ample, virile cream deep into her body. His rod stiffened, the give within the red flesh dispersing with every jolting pump rocking through its length. Her walls stretched wider around his flaring shaft, whilst his tri-lobed knot took root within her knot pocket, locking the feral lovers together and tormenting the sensitive bundle of nerves his fingers had attacked earlier. The point pressed past her cervix stiffened and swelled in equal measure, surging forward near another inch with every lustful throb belching a palpable, turbulent jet of hot, alabaster virility straight into her waiting womb~

The swell of his loins, their bodies locking together, the gentle lap of a tongue against her very soul, and of course, those kit-siring wads of cream splattering deep into her belly to soothe the pernicious itch of estrus, pushed the vixen to an even further height of bliss than she had ever known. Her paws dug through the snowbank, tearing into the dirt and foliage beneath, while her hind legs pressed back to try and keep every last drop of her mate’s virility within her.

Of course, she hardly needed to try considering the depths the fox’s rod plundered—trapping his life-granting ropes within her fertile chamber, the fluid teaming with his mobile little swimmers pooling until its weight could be felt within her belly.

Slowly, one splattering eruption of rut-enhanced virility at a time, the ache of need within her belly was relieved, as if the virile cream soaking her walls was a balm for the deepest of her itches.

The fangs against her neck and spirit pulled away, the irritation left upon her soul from the intrusion soothed by a few, lapping licks of the male’s velvet tongue thereafter. The euphoria the teasing spiritual predation had delivered took a few moments longer to subside, however, leaving the vixen shivering and standing awkwardly beneath her five-tailed mate, the aftershocks of pleasure retracting in tandem to the arousal lingering from her heat.

But, near a minute later, and with the five-tailed tod still nuzzling affectionately against her ears, the vixen snapped back to reality. Her ears swiveled forward, turquoise eyes back towards the kitsune’s smirking grin with a mixture of satisfaction and annoyance. Her head butted against his chin, expressing her playful displeasure at his ‘surprise’ near the end, but such annoyances were an undercurrent at best to the rumble of contentment burning within her chest.

The larger fox with his peculiar messy green mane gave a snickering geck in answer to her sass, rewarding the gesture with one last nuzzle of her ears before beginning the awkward process of twisting about.

One leg lifted and rolled over her back as he dismounted, whilst his rod twisted within her walls—causing her spade to spasm once more as the knot glands rolled against the walls of her pocket, and the tapered point nestled within her cervix spun, still dribbling with post cum to add to the mess sloshing about within her belly.

His fat balls, still heavy with their pronounced virility, draped awkwardly against his sheath and rested against her backside—tormenting her with their promise of further virility—whilst his many long, fluffy tails coiled possessively around her body.

She settled down, preparing to get as comfortable as she could while practically hanging from the larger male’s crotch, only half paying attention to potential danger and leaving her new mate to keep vigil by himself while she did so.

“Tell me,” the male fox’s lips twisted, somehow forming the impossible notes of anthro speech despite being within his true form. “Have you considered a name?”

It seemed the fox had a few more words to impart as they waited for their tie to deflate. The vixen glanced back towards him with a rumble of annoyance, like she was being delayed from a much-deserved nap, catching his glinting sapphire eyes turning back to admire her in turn.

The question caused her ears to cant slightly.

She knew of the concept, yes. Names were the things that the two-legged folk called each other. She had even informally adopted various pseudonyms for individuals during her internal musings as ways to refer to her different suitors, or specific creatures she sought out or avoided, but hadn’t given it much thought beyond that.

Her expression made the tod buried within her spade chuckle lightly, and his black lips twisted into a devious grin much too expressional for a normal fox’s.

“Well you’d want a name, wouldn’t you~? Unless you want me to call or think of you as ‘That-Cute-Vixen-With-The-Splotch-Face’ for the next few centuries~?” he continued with an amused rumble, and a casual flick of his tails to add to his debonair intonation. “Especially since after my many, many years prowling about I’ve met a few cute vixens that could probably match that description—”

The tied feminine fox’s hind leg kicked a clump of snow towards the fox stud standing rump-to-rump with her in a playful huff. Her snout turned away, her ears pointing upright with a contemptuous chitter.

How dare he mention other vixens mere minutes after mating with her!

Maybe it wasn’t too late to let another suitor neighboring her territory take a crack at being her mate instead… There was a chance that he could still out race the older kitsune’s sperm if she acted now…

The fox snickered with an expression that bordered between feral and anthro from her reaction. His hips, meanwhile, sauntered to soothe her disquiet with the pleasure-invoking grind of his knot within her knot-pocket.

“I mean nothing by it… But you’d want to know me as someone other than ‘That-Very-Sexy-Fox-Stud-With-A-Green-Mane’, if only because the odds are good that at least one of our sons will match that description~” he added with a fond, almost paternal sigh before his blue eyes turned back to the woods.

“You’ve already lived longer than most of our kin ever manage, long enough to grow cunning and begin to learn both our tricks and those of the two-legged kind.

“But, if you're lucky, you’ll live for so very much longer. Names are useful at that point to attach to memories. It helps to keep people from blending together,” he advised with a supportive murmur, his fuzzy brown ears tilting this way and that, taking note of every note, every shuffle of movement, within the vixen’s—or rather their—demense.

“My name is Amor. Amoren, in full. There’s a last name I’ve taken, but that’s not important for now. When you’ve decided upon your own name, if you haven’t already, let me know.”

Seemingly done with his advice for now, the male fox once more turned his attention back to being vigilant, letting the pleasure of their ongoing tie simmer within his throat with a steady rumble as they stood rump to rump in silence.

As they stood there, and the vixen’s mind contemplated the various secrets and tricks the larger kitsune had taught her, his seed spread within her belly. The teeming swarm of squirming fox sperm crept along the walls of her womb, drawn by the signals of her body to slither towards the very font of her fertility—chasing down the precious bundle of ovum her body had shaken loose in anticipation of a mate like Amor to claim them.

There was more than enough seed to find purchase within each egg, their walls battered down by one squirming sperm after another struggling to find purchase. Inevitably, one lucky member of the fox’s mystically potent seed would sink forth—slipping their heads into the resilient gamete to add the fox’s contribution to their fledgling kits genes to her own.

Again, and again, their flesh and blood joined together, forming an entire litter of new life that divided and grew soon after. A healthy sized litter of seven kits that would soon take root within their mother’s belly and grow over the coming months—ready to be born in the mild days of spring, where their Father would teach them to hunt, jump, frolic, and to be good foxes that would hopefully grow up to be as strong, cunning, and wise as their parents after many, many decades.

But, whilst their children began to take shape within the depths of her fertility, the vixen continued to consider his words with idle flutters of her orange ears. Her mind danced from one thought to another, occasionally playing with the concepts he spoke, while at other times discarding them as two-legged nonsense.

Before, as the first hints of his knot softening within her spade showed, she came to a decision.

Cayley sounded like a good name. It felt… Right. Proper.

She repeated the name to herself mentally, drawing a growing rumble of fondness every time she did so—practically shouting it into the corners of her psyche!

Yes, that would be her name!

Cayley. Cayley who for this season took the wiser Amor as her mate, and whose litter would grow up to be devious little devils that would continue to plague the silly anthros with their antics long after she left her territory to explore the wider world.