{"sf1_id":126526,"sf2_id":"3egDv53m","title":"Kerri's Love","author":"P","words":3219,"posted_at":"2010-02-17T02:56:00.000Z","tags":["Compassion","First Time","Fox","Human","M/F","Young Love"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/126526-kerri-s-love","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/3egDv53m","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=126526\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Possibly the first real furry story I'd ever written.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nStandard disclaimers apply.  \n\u0026nbsp;Don't forget to comment!\u0026nbsp; -P\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nKerri's Love\n\nby P\n\nKerri had been of the habit of going into the forest behind her parent's   \nhouse ever since they had moved into the quiet town some four years ago.   \nThere were approximately ten acres of lush, dense woodland stretching behind   \nit; plenty of places for a young girl on her own without friends to find   \nadventure...or just relax.   \n\u0026nbsp;When she had met the fox at the age of twelve, it had seemed the most   \nnatural thing in the world that they could talk to each other. \u0026nbsp;She had   \nnever given it a second thought. \u0026nbsp;She had been splashing barefoot through   \nthe large stream that ran through the deeper, darker part of the woods,   \npretending that she was a prospector looking for gold...when she had spied   \nhim sniffing carefully by the left bank, casting about with his delicate   \nblack nose for the scent of food. \u0026nbsp;She had stopped her splashing and   \napproached him cautiously, captured by his beauty.   \n\u0026nbsp;The fox wore a russet-red coat of fur about him like a cloak, covering his   \nentire body save the tips of his ears and tail, which were of the purest   \nivory. \u0026nbsp;His paws were of the deepest jet-black, matching his depthless eyes.   \nHe startled, scenting her on an errant summer's breeze, and swished his   \ntail, caught between curiosity and flight.   \n\u0026nbsp;The young girl gathered her nerves; \"Hello mister fox...\" she called   \nquietly, trying to be polite to strangers just as her mother had taught her   \nto be, trying not to scare him off.   \n\u0026nbsp;The fox regarded her for a moment, delicate nostrils flaring, and blinked.   \n\"Hello, human child.\" He called in a soft, high voice. \"Have you seen any   \nfield-mice about? \u0026nbsp;I am hungry and haven't eaten in days.\"   \n\u0026nbsp;Kerri considered the question carefully; \"No, sir.\" She said politely.   \n\u0026nbsp;The fox laughed gently, sitting back on his haunches on the bank. \"No need   \nto call me Sir,\" he yipped quietly. \"My name's Fintock. \u0026nbsp;What's yours?\"   \n\u0026nbsp;\"Kerri.\" \u0026nbsp;She said, feeling very foolish standing in the middle of the   \nrushing stream. \"I don't know where you can get any field-mice, but I can   \nget you some food if you want...\"   \n\u0026nbsp;Fintock's ears swiveled forward, and he got back to his feet. \u0026nbsp;\"That would   \nbe great!\" he yipped. \"Most anything will do...mice, small bugs...\"   \n\u0026nbsp;Kerri made a face, \"Eeew! Bugs!\" she laughed, splashing out of the stream   \nto the far bank. \"Wait here, 'k? \u0026nbsp;I'll be back.\"   \n\u0026nbsp;And from that day forward the fox and the girl became fast friends. \u0026nbsp;She   \nalways brought him a little treat from the house whenever she came to see   \nhim, and in return he had shown her the more secret places of the forest;   \nall the fox-hollows and trees that were perfect for climbing. \u0026nbsp;He even   \nshowed her his home, a dug out burrow covered by a huge, dead oak in a   \nclearing in the forest. \u0026nbsp;They would laugh and romp in the sunshine as she   \nslowly grew up over the years, chasing each other through the changing   \nseasons.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Then had come the one day, just a few weeks after her eighteenth   \nbirthday...\n\n\u0026nbsp;Kerri had begun to bloom, changing from a girl to a woman. \u0026nbsp;She had grown   \nover a foot that year, and her young chest had begun to swell, making her a   \nlittle embarrassed around all of the other girls. \u0026nbsp;Her brunette hair had   \nbegun to fade lightly into an ashen honey-blonde, and she had begun to look   \nat boys as something more than classmates...  \n\u0026nbsp;Kerri had gotten home from school and piled her books on the kitchen table   \nand run out into the backyard, snagging an apple from the fridge for   \nFintock. \u0026nbsp;The day was crisp and clear as she ran out into the cool October   \nsunshine, and then cooler still as she ran eagerly into the forest, looking   \nforward to spending another evening with her best friend the fox.   \n\u0026nbsp;She approached the burrow silently, intending to mock-stalk and then   \nsurprise the fox, as was their usual game. \u0026nbsp;But when she got within earshot   \nof the burrow, she heard strange sounds coming from underneath the dead oak.   \nGrunting. Panting. \u0026nbsp;The scuffle of leaves. \u0026nbsp;Kerri hunkered down behind a   \nbush, approaching Fintock cautiously. He sounded like he was hurt...maybe   \ncaught in a trap or something...   \n\u0026nbsp;She parted the branches and leaves carefully, not making a sound, and spied   \nher friend Fintock engaged in an act she had never witnessed.   \n\u0026nbsp;He was with another fox, one she had never seen before. It looked as if   \nthey were fighting...or something. \u0026nbsp; He was straddling the other fox's   \nhaunches, paws wrapped around its midsection. \u0026nbsp;His tail swished back and   \nforth rapidly as he pushed himself against the other fox, the both of them   \nmaking little yipping noises. \u0026nbsp;The stranger-fox had its back arched beneath   \nFintock, and wasn't so much fighting him as...mating with him! \u0026nbsp;Kerri   \nblushed deeply, finally realizing what was going on.   \n\u0026nbsp;She should have turned away, but something about the scene before her was   \nintriguing. \u0026nbsp;Fintock worked furiously at his mate, thrusting blindly   \nforward. \u0026nbsp;His mate kept up the rhythm, surging back against him to meet his   \nthrusts. Kerri thought she could spy a little bit of his maleness as he   \npulled out with every stroke...and the thought of seeing a part of her   \nfriend that was secret...that was private...filled the pit of her stomach   \nwith a funny warm feeling. \u0026nbsp;For a moment, just a moment, she wondered what   \nit would be like to be the female fox beneath him...to feel Fintock slide   \ndeep inside her...   \n\u0026nbsp;The apple fell from her limp hands, forgotten, to crunch loudly on the fall   \nleaves and roll away. \u0026nbsp;She gasped, startled from her daydream.   \n\u0026nbsp;The response from the pair was immediate; Fintock's keen ears swiveled   \naround at the noise and he glared menacingly towards the source, his thrusts   \nfaltering. \u0026nbsp;His mate yipped, panicky, and squirmed out from beneath him,   \nrunning bullet-quick for the underbrush. \u0026nbsp; For a moment Kerri caught a very   \ngood look at his fully erect penis as it bobbed below him, deprived of a   \nwarm fox-rump to thrust in. \u0026nbsp;He cast around with his nose, clearly agitated   \nand a little frustrated at being denied, his release so close. \"Who's   \nthere?\" he yipped, pawing at his nose.   \n\u0026nbsp;Kerri stood up from her hiding place, keenly embarrassed. She blushed.   \n\"I...I'm sorry, Fintock, I didn't mean...\" she turned and ran away, crying.   \nBranches slapped at her face but she didn't feel them, only seeing the fall   \ncolors of the forest as a blur through her tears. \u0026nbsp;She ran and ran, flushing   \nhot with the embarrassment and shame, all the way back to the house.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Night had fallen and the full October moon rose high in the night sky,   \ncasting an almost daylight-bright light into Kerri's plain room. \u0026nbsp;She lay   \nhuddled on the bed, unable to sleep. \u0026nbsp;She listened to the wind moaning   \naround her windowpane, feeling the cold fingers of frost trying to seep   \nthrough the glass and chill her. \u0026nbsp;But she was chilled enough from the   \nexperience that afternoon. \u0026nbsp;She curled beneath the blankets, cursing   \nherself. \u0026nbsp;If only she hadn't watched them! \u0026nbsp;She had known that her friend   \nwas an animal, and that animals had certain...instincts that needed to be   \nfilled. \u0026nbsp;Her thoughts traveled back to the sight of the linked pair, both   \nworking furiously at each other in the clearing. \u0026nbsp;She blushed again, feeling   \na hot flush rise in her cheeks...but it had excited her a little, hadn't it?   \nShe felt her nipples harden of their own accord beneath her nightshirt,   \nturning into stiff little buttons. \u0026nbsp;She ran her hand over one, pinching it   \ngently. \u0026nbsp;She moaned softly, eyes half-lidded...   \n\u0026nbsp;There was a faint scratching at the window and Kerri froze, startled. \u0026nbsp;She   \nwaited breathlessly, looking up at the frost-rimed window. \u0026nbsp;The noise came   \nagain, a little louder this time. \u0026nbsp;She threw off the covers and tiptoed   \nquietly to the window, shivering in the cold air of her bedroom.   \n\u0026nbsp;Fintock was outside, shivering as he paced nervously around in circles.   \nThe cold October wind ruffled his fur and made him squint, eyes teary with   \nthe cold. \u0026nbsp; As soon as she saw the fox suffering her heart went out to him.   \nShe quietly slid the window open, letting in a blast of arctic air that   \nchilled her to the bone. \"Hsst!\" \u0026nbsp;she called out quietly.   \n\u0026nbsp;The fox looked up, shivering. \u0026nbsp; He blinked again, shivering uncontrollably.   \n\"C-c-cold...it's a cold nuh-ight...can I come in?\" he stuttered, muzzle   \nchattering.   \n\u0026nbsp;Kerri smiled, \"Ohh...you poor...of course,\" she whisper/shouted over the   \ndull roar of the icy wind. \u0026nbsp;She leaned partway out of the window, her arms   \nextended. \u0026nbsp;Fintock placed his paws on her shoulders as she lifted him up and   \nthrough the window. \u0026nbsp;He was a bundle of shivering fur, and the girl hugged   \nhim fiercely, trying to warm him up. \u0026nbsp;His soft, downy chest-fur brushed   \nagainst her chest, and she felt the rapid beat of his heart against her.   \nShe reached out a hand and quietly slid the window down, cutting of the   \nsharp, cold wind.   \n\u0026nbsp;The temperature of the room had fallen a good twenty degrees by now, and   \nshe herself was starting to shiver a little bit. \u0026nbsp; She stroked the fox's   \nforehead softly, disengaging herself from the embrace. \u0026nbsp;She dived back   \nbeneath the warm covers. \u0026nbsp;\"C'mon!\" she laughed quietly. \u0026nbsp;\"You'll freeze out   \nthere...and it's much warmer in here.\"   \n\u0026nbsp;Fintock grinned, still shivering, and leapt nimbly up on the bed. \u0026nbsp; He   \nnosed his way beneath the covers and was soon as deeply buried as she was,   \ncurling against her for warmth. \u0026nbsp;They both cuddled together, sharing body   \nheat for a bit against the cold night, unsure of what to say to each other.   \nFintock finally spoke first.   \n\u0026nbsp;\"Thank you, Kerri, for letting me in...and I'm sorry...I'm sorry that I got   \nmad at you like that. \u0026nbsp;I guess you've never seen me mate before, huh?\" \u0026nbsp;He   \npulled away a little bit, nose wrinkled in worry, awaiting her response.   \n\u0026nbsp;Kerri's response was to snuggle up to him softly, smiling. \u0026nbsp;\"I'm the one   \nwho should be sorry,\" she said, \"I never should have been...watching. \u0026nbsp;I   \nshould have respected your privacy a little bit more. \u0026nbsp;I'm sorry.\" She began   \nto scratch his ears softly, her mind again casting back to that afternoon;   \n\"You didn't even get to finish with her...\" she whispered. \u0026nbsp;She was   \nsorry...she had never had sex but knew it must have been rather inconvenient   \nfor her to show up and ruin the whole thing. \u0026nbsp;\"If only I could do something   \nto make it up to you...\" she said half-jokingly.   \n\u0026nbsp;The fox said nothing and only snuggled up against her more, warming her   \nwith his body heat. \u0026nbsp;The feeling, having him so close to her awoke   \nsomething...a deep longing inside of her. \u0026nbsp;She felt her nipples begin to   \nharden once again beneath her nightshirt, and knew the fox could feel them   \nalso...and this thought excited her. \u0026nbsp;Her soft scratching slowly turned to   \npetting...then to slow, languid strokes as she played idly with his ears.   \n\"Did...did you want to pretend I was a lady-fox?\" she whispered to him, her   \nvoice catching in her throat.   \n\u0026nbsp;She blushed furiously, unable to believe she had brought it up...and in   \nsuch a blunt fashion. \u0026nbsp;But still the thought of Fintock driving himself into   \nthe female fox filled her with these strange feelings. \u0026nbsp;She was an animal   \ntoo, after all. \u0026nbsp;Just another animal. \u0026nbsp;Like her lifelong friend Fintock.   \nWhy couldn't they...?   \n\u0026nbsp;He sighed softly against her, bobbing his head quietly. \u0026nbsp;\"Yes,\" he yipped   \nquietly, \"Yes, Kerri my love. \u0026nbsp;I would like that...\" He snuggled against   \nher; his rough, sandpapery tongue licked the underside of her chin in a soft   \nkiss.   \n\u0026nbsp;Kerri shivered a bit as a moan escaped her. \u0026nbsp;Fintock began to lick the   \nunderside of her chin, drawing his tongue slowly over her soft skin. \u0026nbsp;Her   \nbreasts were hard little nubs beneath her nightshirt now, and she squirmed   \nout of the suddenly too-tight garment, giving the fox freer access to them.   \nShe thrilled the thought of showing her new lover a part of her that was   \nprivate...and letting him touch her there...   \n\u0026nbsp;She guided his muzzle to one of her pert, upturned breasts, and the fox   \ninstinctively lapped at it, his cold nose brushing against her excited   \nnipple. \u0026nbsp;He tugged at it, almost playful now, causing her to gasp in the   \nsoft moonlight. \u0026nbsp; She was slowly drawing her hands down the length of the   \nfox's sleek body. \u0026nbsp;She gently felt around between his hind legs, and felt   \nhim quiver and stiffen against her hands found his ball-sack. \u0026nbsp;He yipped   \nsoftly...then relaxed, letting her familiarize herself with his anatomy down   \nthere. \u0026nbsp;He resumed licking at her taut nipples.   \n\u0026nbsp;Kerri's breath was coming a little faster now as she felt a warm flush   \nrising in the pit of her stomach. \u0026nbsp; \"What am I supposed to do?\" \u0026nbsp;she   \nwhispered quietly, unsure of how to please the fox in the same manner that   \nhe was pleasing her.   \n\u0026nbsp;Fintock moved his haunches around a little bit beneath the covers, and she   \nfelt something warm and furry slide across the back of her hand startling   \nher a little bit. \"There...\" he whispered, \"That's my sheath. \u0026nbsp;Pull it a   \nlittle bit, Kerri...\"   \n\u0026nbsp;Kerri timidly did as asked, forming her hand into a delicate fist and   \nwrapping it around the fox's sheath. \u0026nbsp;She began to gently tug forward,   \nfeeling the tube of fur begin to warm in her hands. \u0026nbsp;The fox hunched forward   \na little, murmuring softly, as she felt something emerge and trail lightly   \nagainst her palm. \u0026nbsp;That must have been what she had seen in the clearing,   \nshe thought, his maleness. \u0026nbsp;It pulsed hotly in her grip, and she could feel   \nhis excited heartbeat through its skin. \u0026nbsp;She began to move her hand up and   \ndown the length slowly with one hand, the other stroking his forehead and   \nmuzzle as he lapped more urgently at her breasts. \u0026nbsp; She moved her hand   \nfaster, timing it with the wonderful, pleasurable licks that the fox was   \nbestowing on her bosoms.   \n\u0026nbsp;Fintock began to lick more urgently now, pushing his haunches against her   \nincreasingly slicker fist. \u0026nbsp; He gasped, trembling on the edge; \"No...\" he   \nmoaned, \"...wait...ssssstop! \u0026nbsp;I'm going to...\" He began to buck furiously   \nagainst her closed hand, eyes squinting....   \n\u0026nbsp;Kerri responded immediately by letting go. \u0026nbsp;She knew what he had been close   \nto, and knew that neither of them wanted it to end so soon. \u0026nbsp;Fintock made a   \nfew more thrusting motions and then calmed down. \u0026nbsp;He nuzzled against her   \nright breast, grinning up at her softly. \u0026nbsp;\"It's time, my beautiful   \nlady-fox,\" he whispered.   \n\u0026nbsp;Kerri hooked her thumbs underneath her panties and drew them down trembling   \nwith a strange excitement. \u0026nbsp;She was going to let the fox mate with her. \u0026nbsp;She   \nwas going to be his lady fox. \u0026nbsp;\"It's not going to hurt, is it?\" she asked   \ntimidly.   \n\u0026nbsp;Fintock licked her softly on the nose. \u0026nbsp;\"I don't think so...it may a   \nlittle.\" \u0026nbsp;He cast about, blinking. \"We don't have to, if you don't want...\"   \n\u0026nbsp;\"I do.\"   \n\u0026nbsp;That was all it took for the fox. \u0026nbsp;He squirmed and rolled around beneath   \nthe blankets, trying to get into position above her. \u0026nbsp;Kerri spread her legs,   \ntrying to guide the fox on top of her. \u0026nbsp;After a few confused minutes of   \nmaneuvering beneath the blankets, they were finally chest to chest, with his   \nforepaws planted firmly on either side of her. \u0026nbsp;Kerri reached up and cupped   \nthe fox's muzzle in her hands, slowly drawing him down for a soft kiss on   \nhis cold, wet nose. \u0026nbsp;\"I love you,\" she said simply. \"Let me be your lady   \nfox, Fintock.\"   \n\u0026nbsp;Kerri felt his maleness against her thigh, sliding slowly up. \u0026nbsp;Fintock   \nhunched softly, gently forward, bringing his stiff penis to rest against her   \nvagina. \u0026nbsp;\"And I, you,\" he whispered, pushing himself gently inside her warm   \nwetness.   \n\u0026nbsp;She gasped, feeling his warm head travel up, up inside of her. \u0026nbsp;There was a   \nmoment of resistance...and then a sharp, brief pain that made her gasp.   \nThen he was in. \u0026nbsp;All the way in her. \u0026nbsp; They lay that way for a moment,   \njoined in body and soul, smiling at each other lovingly. \u0026nbsp; And then the fox   \nbegan to push against her, rocking her gently. \u0026nbsp;A warm pleasure flowed   \nthrough Kerri's loins as she moaned quietly, wrapping her arms around the   \nfox's soft, furry neck.   \n\u0026nbsp;She could feel every inch of him pulsing warmly inside of her, and wondered   \nwhy they had never shared each other like this before. \u0026nbsp; She had always   \ncared for Fintock, but had never known how to express it. \u0026nbsp;But this was   \nit... a mutual pleasure that warmed them both on this cold October night.   \n\u0026nbsp;She began to rock slowly in time with her lover, feeling her pubic hair   \nbecome matted with sweat. \u0026nbsp;It was getting hot beneath the blanket but she   \ndidn't care, only existing to ride on the pleasure that the fox was giving   \nher...   \n\u0026nbsp;Fintock began to move faster, making soft grunting noises above her. \u0026nbsp;She   \ngrunted in return, feeling a soft swell of pleasure surge through her loins   \nwith his every stroke. \u0026nbsp; Their pace began to quicken and she heard herself   \nbegin to mew very softly beneath him. \"Ooooh....yessss....you feel so good   \nin me....mmmmmm.....\"   \n\u0026nbsp;She wanted to tell him again that she loved him, loved the feeling of   \nhaving him inside of her, but conscious thought was being rapidly replaced   \nwith animal instinct in her fevered mind, and she had no words left for the   \nthrusting fox above her, only soft, urgent moans as her hands ran through   \nhis soft, soft fur.   \n\u0026nbsp;He thrust faster, now slamming his haunches against her with crazed   \ndetermination. \u0026nbsp;He to only had soft breath and panting to offer for her now,   \nso close they were to whatever was coming. \u0026nbsp;He lay his cheek against hers,   \npressed fully against her, his body working against her franticly, moaning   \nweakly in her ear. \u0026nbsp;She felt a queer excitement building in her, a sort of   \nrestless anticipation, making her press herself upwards against the fox in a   \nblind need to satisfy it. \u0026nbsp;She needed it, whatever it was, and it had   \neverything to do with the fox's rigid member pumping into her spread   \nvagina...   \n\u0026nbsp;And it arrived. \u0026nbsp;She tensed as a huge wave of pleasure washed over her,   \nmaking her cry out and bite her lip, hands gripping his shoulders. \u0026nbsp;She felt   \nherself contract around his member, trying to hold him still inside her.   \nThis seemed to galvanize the fox, and she felt the tip of his penis expand   \ndeep inside of her. \u0026nbsp;She looked through a haze of pleasure to see his head   \nthrown back, eyes squinted shut as he buried his haunches against her for   \none last time...and came, shooting his seed deem inside of her. \u0026nbsp;He   \nshuddered and cried up, making helpless little yipping noises above her.   \n\u0026nbsp;They held that position for what seemed ages, oblivious to the cold night   \nand the harsh moonlight that poured through the window, silhouetting fox and   \nhuman as lovers. \u0026nbsp;Slowly, slowly Fintock relaxed, bringing his muzzle down   \nuntil it almost touched hers. \u0026nbsp;\"I love you, my lady fox.\" \u0026nbsp;He whispered.   \n\u0026nbsp;\"And I, you.\" \u0026nbsp;Kerri replied.\n\nTHE END\n\n  \n  \n\n"}