# Kerri's Love

Author: P
Tags: Compassion, First Time, Fox, Human, M/F, Young Love

Possibly the first real furry story I'd ever written.

 

Standard disclaimers apply.  
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Kerri's Love

by P

Kerri had been of the habit of going into the forest behind her parent's   
house ever since they had moved into the quiet town some four years ago.   
There were approximately ten acres of lush, dense woodland stretching behind   
it; plenty of places for a young girl on her own without friends to find   
adventure...or just relax.   
 When she had met the fox at the age of twelve, it had seemed the most   
natural thing in the world that they could talk to each other.  She had   
never given it a second thought.  She had been splashing barefoot through   
the large stream that ran through the deeper, darker part of the woods,   
pretending that she was a prospector looking for gold...when she had spied   
him sniffing carefully by the left bank, casting about with his delicate   
black nose for the scent of food.  She had stopped her splashing and   
approached him cautiously, captured by his beauty.   
 The fox wore a russet-red coat of fur about him like a cloak, covering his   
entire body save the tips of his ears and tail, which were of the purest   
ivory.  His paws were of the deepest jet-black, matching his depthless eyes.   
He startled, scenting her on an errant summer's breeze, and swished his   
tail, caught between curiosity and flight.   
 The young girl gathered her nerves; "Hello mister fox..." she called   
quietly, trying to be polite to strangers just as her mother had taught her   
to be, trying not to scare him off.   
 The fox regarded her for a moment, delicate nostrils flaring, and blinked.   
"Hello, human child." He called in a soft, high voice. "Have you seen any   
field-mice about?  I am hungry and haven't eaten in days."   
 Kerri considered the question carefully; "No, sir." She said politely.   
 The fox laughed gently, sitting back on his haunches on the bank. "No need   
to call me Sir," he yipped quietly. "My name's Fintock.  What's yours?"   
 "Kerri."  She said, feeling very foolish standing in the middle of the   
rushing stream. "I don't know where you can get any field-mice, but I can   
get you some food if you want..."   
 Fintock's ears swiveled forward, and he got back to his feet.  "That would   
be great!" he yipped. "Most anything will do...mice, small bugs..."   
 Kerri made a face, "Eeew! Bugs!" she laughed, splashing out of the stream   
to the far bank. "Wait here, 'k?  I'll be back."   
 And from that day forward the fox and the girl became fast friends.  She   
always brought him a little treat from the house whenever she came to see   
him, and in return he had shown her the more secret places of the forest;   
all the fox-hollows and trees that were perfect for climbing.  He even   
showed her his home, a dug out burrow covered by a huge, dead oak in a   
clearing in the forest.  They would laugh and romp in the sunshine as she   
slowly grew up over the years, chasing each other through the changing   
seasons.

 Then had come the one day, just a few weeks after her eighteenth   
birthday...

 Kerri had begun to bloom, changing from a girl to a woman.  She had grown   
over a foot that year, and her young chest had begun to swell, making her a   
little embarrassed around all of the other girls.  Her brunette hair had   
begun to fade lightly into an ashen honey-blonde, and she had begun to look   
at boys as something more than classmates...  
 Kerri had gotten home from school and piled her books on the kitchen table   
and run out into the backyard, snagging an apple from the fridge for   
Fintock.  The day was crisp and clear as she ran out into the cool October   
sunshine, and then cooler still as she ran eagerly into the forest, looking   
forward to spending another evening with her best friend the fox.   
 She approached the burrow silently, intending to mock-stalk and then   
surprise the fox, as was their usual game.  But when she got within earshot   
of the burrow, she heard strange sounds coming from underneath the dead oak.   
Grunting. Panting.  The scuffle of leaves.  Kerri hunkered down behind a   
bush, approaching Fintock cautiously. He sounded like he was hurt...maybe   
caught in a trap or something...   
 She parted the branches and leaves carefully, not making a sound, and spied   
her friend Fintock engaged in an act she had never witnessed.   
 He was with another fox, one she had never seen before. It looked as if   
they were fighting...or something.   He was straddling the other fox's   
haunches, paws wrapped around its midsection.  His tail swished back and   
forth rapidly as he pushed himself against the other fox, the both of them   
making little yipping noises.  The stranger-fox had its back arched beneath   
Fintock, and wasn't so much fighting him as...mating with him!  Kerri   
blushed deeply, finally realizing what was going on.   
 She should have turned away, but something about the scene before her was   
intriguing.  Fintock worked furiously at his mate, thrusting blindly   
forward.  His mate kept up the rhythm, surging back against him to meet his   
thrusts. Kerri thought she could spy a little bit of his maleness as he   
pulled out with every stroke...and the thought of seeing a part of her   
friend that was secret...that was private...filled the pit of her stomach   
with a funny warm feeling.  For a moment, just a moment, she wondered what   
it would be like to be the female fox beneath him...to feel Fintock slide   
deep inside her...   
 The apple fell from her limp hands, forgotten, to crunch loudly on the fall   
leaves and roll away.  She gasped, startled from her daydream.   
 The response from the pair was immediate; Fintock's keen ears swiveled   
around at the noise and he glared menacingly towards the source, his thrusts   
faltering.  His mate yipped, panicky, and squirmed out from beneath him,   
running bullet-quick for the underbrush.   For a moment Kerri caught a very   
good look at his fully erect penis as it bobbed below him, deprived of a   
warm fox-rump to thrust in.  He cast around with his nose, clearly agitated   
and a little frustrated at being denied, his release so close. "Who's   
there?" he yipped, pawing at his nose.   
 Kerri stood up from her hiding place, keenly embarrassed. She blushed.   
"I...I'm sorry, Fintock, I didn't mean..." she turned and ran away, crying.   
Branches slapped at her face but she didn't feel them, only seeing the fall   
colors of the forest as a blur through her tears.  She ran and ran, flushing   
hot with the embarrassment and shame, all the way back to the house.

 Night had fallen and the full October moon rose high in the night sky,   
casting an almost daylight-bright light into Kerri's plain room.  She lay   
huddled on the bed, unable to sleep.  She listened to the wind moaning   
around her windowpane, feeling the cold fingers of frost trying to seep   
through the glass and chill her.  But she was chilled enough from the   
experience that afternoon.  She curled beneath the blankets, cursing   
herself.  If only she hadn't watched them!  She had known that her friend   
was an animal, and that animals had certain...instincts that needed to be   
filled.  Her thoughts traveled back to the sight of the linked pair, both   
working furiously at each other in the clearing.  She blushed again, feeling   
a hot flush rise in her cheeks...but it had excited her a little, hadn't it?   
She felt her nipples harden of their own accord beneath her nightshirt,   
turning into stiff little buttons.  She ran her hand over one, pinching it   
gently.  She moaned softly, eyes half-lidded...   
 There was a faint scratching at the window and Kerri froze, startled.  She   
waited breathlessly, looking up at the frost-rimed window.  The noise came   
again, a little louder this time.  She threw off the covers and tiptoed   
quietly to the window, shivering in the cold air of her bedroom.   
 Fintock was outside, shivering as he paced nervously around in circles.   
The cold October wind ruffled his fur and made him squint, eyes teary with   
the cold.   As soon as she saw the fox suffering her heart went out to him.   
She quietly slid the window open, letting in a blast of arctic air that   
chilled her to the bone. "Hsst!"  she called out quietly.   
 The fox looked up, shivering.   He blinked again, shivering uncontrollably.   
"C-c-cold...it's a cold nuh-ight...can I come in?" he stuttered, muzzle   
chattering.   
 Kerri smiled, "Ohh...you poor...of course," she whisper/shouted over the   
dull roar of the icy wind.  She leaned partway out of the window, her arms   
extended.  Fintock placed his paws on her shoulders as she lifted him up and   
through the window.  He was a bundle of shivering fur, and the girl hugged   
him fiercely, trying to warm him up.  His soft, downy chest-fur brushed   
against her chest, and she felt the rapid beat of his heart against her.   
She reached out a hand and quietly slid the window down, cutting of the   
sharp, cold wind.   
 The temperature of the room had fallen a good twenty degrees by now, and   
she herself was starting to shiver a little bit.   She stroked the fox's   
forehead softly, disengaging herself from the embrace.  She dived back   
beneath the warm covers.  "C'mon!" she laughed quietly.  "You'll freeze out   
there...and it's much warmer in here."   
 Fintock grinned, still shivering, and leapt nimbly up on the bed.   He   
nosed his way beneath the covers and was soon as deeply buried as she was,   
curling against her for warmth.  They both cuddled together, sharing body   
heat for a bit against the cold night, unsure of what to say to each other.   
Fintock finally spoke first.   
 "Thank you, Kerri, for letting me in...and I'm sorry...I'm sorry that I got   
mad at you like that.  I guess you've never seen me mate before, huh?"  He   
pulled away a little bit, nose wrinkled in worry, awaiting her response.   
 Kerri's response was to snuggle up to him softly, smiling.  "I'm the one   
who should be sorry," she said, "I never should have been...watching.  I   
should have respected your privacy a little bit more.  I'm sorry." She began   
to scratch his ears softly, her mind again casting back to that afternoon;   
"You didn't even get to finish with her..." she whispered.  She was   
sorry...she had never had sex but knew it must have been rather inconvenient   
for her to show up and ruin the whole thing.  "If only I could do something   
to make it up to you..." she said half-jokingly.   
 The fox said nothing and only snuggled up against her more, warming her   
with his body heat.  The feeling, having him so close to her awoke   
something...a deep longing inside of her.  She felt her nipples begin to   
harden once again beneath her nightshirt, and knew the fox could feel them   
also...and this thought excited her.  Her soft scratching slowly turned to   
petting...then to slow, languid strokes as she played idly with his ears.   
"Did...did you want to pretend I was a lady-fox?" she whispered to him, her   
voice catching in her throat.   
 She blushed furiously, unable to believe she had brought it up...and in   
such a blunt fashion.  But still the thought of Fintock driving himself into   
the female fox filled her with these strange feelings.  She was an animal   
too, after all.  Just another animal.  Like her lifelong friend Fintock.   
Why couldn't they...?   
 He sighed softly against her, bobbing his head quietly.  "Yes," he yipped   
quietly, "Yes, Kerri my love.  I would like that..." He snuggled against   
her; his rough, sandpapery tongue licked the underside of her chin in a soft   
kiss.   
 Kerri shivered a bit as a moan escaped her.  Fintock began to lick the   
underside of her chin, drawing his tongue slowly over her soft skin.  Her   
breasts were hard little nubs beneath her nightshirt now, and she squirmed   
out of the suddenly too-tight garment, giving the fox freer access to them.   
She thrilled the thought of showing her new lover a part of her that was   
private...and letting him touch her there...   
 She guided his muzzle to one of her pert, upturned breasts, and the fox   
instinctively lapped at it, his cold nose brushing against her excited   
nipple.  He tugged at it, almost playful now, causing her to gasp in the   
soft moonlight.   She was slowly drawing her hands down the length of the   
fox's sleek body.  She gently felt around between his hind legs, and felt   
him quiver and stiffen against her hands found his ball-sack.  He yipped   
softly...then relaxed, letting her familiarize herself with his anatomy down   
there.  He resumed licking at her taut nipples.   
 Kerri's breath was coming a little faster now as she felt a warm flush   
rising in the pit of her stomach.   "What am I supposed to do?"  she   
whispered quietly, unsure of how to please the fox in the same manner that   
he was pleasing her.   
 Fintock moved his haunches around a little bit beneath the covers, and she   
felt something warm and furry slide across the back of her hand startling   
her a little bit. "There..." he whispered, "That's my sheath.  Pull it a   
little bit, Kerri..."   
 Kerri timidly did as asked, forming her hand into a delicate fist and   
wrapping it around the fox's sheath.  She began to gently tug forward,   
feeling the tube of fur begin to warm in her hands.  The fox hunched forward   
a little, murmuring softly, as she felt something emerge and trail lightly   
against her palm.  That must have been what she had seen in the clearing,   
she thought, his maleness.  It pulsed hotly in her grip, and she could feel   
his excited heartbeat through its skin.  She began to move her hand up and   
down the length slowly with one hand, the other stroking his forehead and   
muzzle as he lapped more urgently at her breasts.   She moved her hand   
faster, timing it with the wonderful, pleasurable licks that the fox was   
bestowing on her bosoms.   
 Fintock began to lick more urgently now, pushing his haunches against her   
increasingly slicker fist.   He gasped, trembling on the edge; "No..." he   
moaned, "...wait...ssssstop!  I'm going to..." He began to buck furiously   
against her closed hand, eyes squinting....   
 Kerri responded immediately by letting go.  She knew what he had been close   
to, and knew that neither of them wanted it to end so soon.  Fintock made a   
few more thrusting motions and then calmed down.  He nuzzled against her   
right breast, grinning up at her softly.  "It's time, my beautiful   
lady-fox," he whispered.   
 Kerri hooked her thumbs underneath her panties and drew them down trembling   
with a strange excitement.  She was going to let the fox mate with her.  She   
was going to be his lady fox.  "It's not going to hurt, is it?" she asked   
timidly.   
 Fintock licked her softly on the nose.  "I don't think so...it may a   
little."  He cast about, blinking. "We don't have to, if you don't want..."   
 "I do."   
 That was all it took for the fox.  He squirmed and rolled around beneath   
the blankets, trying to get into position above her.  Kerri spread her legs,   
trying to guide the fox on top of her.  After a few confused minutes of   
maneuvering beneath the blankets, they were finally chest to chest, with his   
forepaws planted firmly on either side of her.  Kerri reached up and cupped   
the fox's muzzle in her hands, slowly drawing him down for a soft kiss on   
his cold, wet nose.  "I love you," she said simply. "Let me be your lady   
fox, Fintock."   
 Kerri felt his maleness against her thigh, sliding slowly up.  Fintock   
hunched softly, gently forward, bringing his stiff penis to rest against her   
vagina.  "And I, you," he whispered, pushing himself gently inside her warm   
wetness.   
 She gasped, feeling his warm head travel up, up inside of her.  There was a   
moment of resistance...and then a sharp, brief pain that made her gasp.   
Then he was in.  All the way in her.   They lay that way for a moment,   
joined in body and soul, smiling at each other lovingly.   And then the fox   
began to push against her, rocking her gently.  A warm pleasure flowed   
through Kerri's loins as she moaned quietly, wrapping her arms around the   
fox's soft, furry neck.   
 She could feel every inch of him pulsing warmly inside of her, and wondered   
why they had never shared each other like this before.   She had always   
cared for Fintock, but had never known how to express it.  But this was   
it... a mutual pleasure that warmed them both on this cold October night.   
 She began to rock slowly in time with her lover, feeling her pubic hair   
become matted with sweat.  It was getting hot beneath the blanket but she   
didn't care, only existing to ride on the pleasure that the fox was giving   
her...   
 Fintock began to move faster, making soft grunting noises above her.  She   
grunted in return, feeling a soft swell of pleasure surge through her loins   
with his every stroke.   Their pace began to quicken and she heard herself   
begin to mew very softly beneath him. "Ooooh....yessss....you feel so good   
in me....mmmmmm....."   
 She wanted to tell him again that she loved him, loved the feeling of   
having him inside of her, but conscious thought was being rapidly replaced   
with animal instinct in her fevered mind, and she had no words left for the   
thrusting fox above her, only soft, urgent moans as her hands ran through   
his soft, soft fur.   
 He thrust faster, now slamming his haunches against her with crazed   
determination.  He to only had soft breath and panting to offer for her now,   
so close they were to whatever was coming.  He lay his cheek against hers,   
pressed fully against her, his body working against her franticly, moaning   
weakly in her ear.  She felt a queer excitement building in her, a sort of   
restless anticipation, making her press herself upwards against the fox in a   
blind need to satisfy it.  She needed it, whatever it was, and it had   
everything to do with the fox's rigid member pumping into her spread   
vagina...   
 And it arrived.  She tensed as a huge wave of pleasure washed over her,   
making her cry out and bite her lip, hands gripping his shoulders.  She felt   
herself contract around his member, trying to hold him still inside her.   
This seemed to galvanize the fox, and she felt the tip of his penis expand   
deep inside of her.  She looked through a haze of pleasure to see his head   
thrown back, eyes squinted shut as he buried his haunches against her for   
one last time...and came, shooting his seed deem inside of her.  He   
shuddered and cried up, making helpless little yipping noises above her.   
 They held that position for what seemed ages, oblivious to the cold night   
and the harsh moonlight that poured through the window, silhouetting fox and   
human as lovers.  Slowly, slowly Fintock relaxed, bringing his muzzle down   
until it almost touched hers.  "I love you, my lady fox."  He whispered.   
 "And I, you."  Kerri replied.

THE END

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