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Raykin trotted into the den clearing, ears flattened, fur ruffled and eyes blazing with frustration. A whole morning of hunting traded for a single kill -- and it was barely a meal for one!

The fox huffed a little to calm down. At least he had caught something.

Winter had been harsh and the cold weather had lingered late into spring, delaying the thaw and catching the whole territory off guard. Now the snow was mostly gone, but food was still scarce and hungry predators competed frantically to survive.

Although Raykin had missed many meals, he was a resourceful hunter and knew the crisis was only temporary; it was a more profound hunger that unsettled him these days. He was achingly lonely, sexually desperate, striving constantly to make things right...

He paused to sample the air, then stepped over to his mate and laid breakfast at her feet. Kysp looked up and smiled.

"Thank you, love." She bit into the animal without hesitation, savoring the freshness of the blood and the crunch of tiny bones. A few gulps and it was gone, but it was exactly what she needed.

Raykin stared at her hopefully.

"Hmm?" She blinked at him and licked her lips.

"I brought you breakfast!"

The vixen looked thoughtful. "It's a start. Where's the rest?"

His ears splayed sideways. "That...that's all I could find!"

"I see. Well, you'll have to do better if you want THIS to stay fat and healthy." She gestured to her hindquarters rudely. His eyes wandered across her shapely rump, her golden fur shimmering magnificently in the morning sun.

He sighed unhappily, head low and tail drooping in disappointment.

As the last of the winter food caches had disappeared, Kysp had been badgering him to succeed at his hunts. Nevertheless, there simply wasn't enough prey, and often he came home with nothing to share.

She seemed to enjoy punishing him for his failure. But she, a competent huntress, had similar luck! He told himself her hostility was instinctive, involuntary; projected stress from the scarcity of food. He worried it was a reaction to some hidden flaw in his own character. But he could only speculate.

Kysp watched him, expressionless. She turned toward him and stretched out one leg, licking at her paw, her nether regions on full display. Raykin gawked shamelessly.

"I am so horny right now!" he exclaimed point-blank.

Kysp snirked. "What do you want me to do about it?" She twitched her ears and yawned.

"I dunno." Raykin sat down. "But please do something this time! I-I'm burning up."

Kysp studied him for a moment. "Maybe it's your stomach."

He glared at her as the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

It was like this every day. No matter what he did to appease her, she tormented him with spiteful denial and endless, sexually charged teasing. He whimpered pitifully.

Chuckling, she lifted a leg and started cleaning her genitals carefully. She watched her mate sideways, smirking at his bulging sheath and the red of his exposed tip. Raykin whined softly and leaned forward, mouth cracked and sparkling with saliva. Kysp lapped slyly, caressing every fold. Slurping noisily, she began probing herself sharply with her tongue, relishing the male's fixation. Deeper now, lipping and nuzzling everywhere with her eyes rolled back, half-closed. Raykin was beside himself, quivering fiercely. Twisting her muzzle free with a loud "shhlrpk", Kysp took a last prolonged lick and winked at her mate.

"Wow..." he whispered, then looked away with his ears half back. Visibly pained, almost crying.

He shifted his gaze into the woods around him, trying to get his mind off Kysp.

On this particular morning the forest was dark except for patches of sunlight filtering through the trees. Nearby bushes, beginning to flower, rustled in the breeze and decorated the ground with intricate shadows. The northern air flowing swiftly into the valley carried a rich, pollen-laden aroma. Nature was finally awake.

For a moment Raykin found escape as his thoughts drifted to springtimes past. In spite of its adversity, the world around the fox reminded him of his own home when he was young. There he had only known kindness and happiness, he remembered.

He grimaced angrily as the bitter feelings flooded back. And here he was now. He was practically starving to death and his own mate was toying with him mercilessly. He loved Kysp and was sure she reciprocated. But he hated that she could be so cruel!

Suddenly she was standing next to him, licking his body softly. Chest, belly, thighs, crotch... Of course, she was careful not to indulge him -- only a single, passing lick right across the tip of his sheath to make him hard all over again -- but there was a warmth, a gentleness to her touch that comforted him somehow. She finished and lay down a few steps in front of him, watching him intently. As usual, her erratic behavior perplexed him.

He wanted her more than he could express. He knew he was the object of her wildest affections. She had assured him of this over and over when they made love, months ago. But now she internalized that passion and shared almost nothing. Scarcely a stray lick...

But ALWAYS a stray lick! He growled, his aching male parts betraying them both. He had a nagging suspicion the real reason for her attitude was it kept him constantly horny and she simply liked it that way. She certainly made it that way, the twisted bitch!

A small, sharp voice interrupted his brooding.

"Hiiii daaad -- oh, what's that?"

Both kits tumbled into the clearing. They were bouncy and long-legged and mostly weaned. Ry was the spitting image of his father, tall and big boned with fur of ginger and deep mahogany, brushed with a black dorsal and shoulder stripe and touches of pumpkin orange. Keet was soft and lithe like her mother with pale orange fur and gold highlights, velvety black-tipped ears and stockings and extra underbelly white. The kits immediately focused on the strange protrusion peeking out from Raykin's sheath.

"Eeep, it's nothing!" he said and clasped his forelegs together to hide the action. He had not anticipated the kits would appear, now. For the love of everything, he definitely didn't WANT them here while he was distraught and aroused! He berated himself for overlooking them in his preoccupation with Kysp. Hopefully he could think of something interesting to distract them quickly.

"Mom, is that a nipple?" Keet asked, her eyes locked on Raykin's erection still visible behind his badly placed foreleg.

Raykin felt his fur ruffle. Damn.

"Look! It's getting bigger!" exclaimed Ry. The kits split up and positioned themselves on opposite sides of him, leaving no way to fully block the view. Both kits were licking their lips, and Raykin was indeed hardening.

Lately, both parents had been working together to wean the kits onto a diet of pre-digested solid food. Kysp continued to nurse them occasionally, but her motherly milk was quickly running dry. Now, although the mates had already fed the kits yesterday's kills, the growing youngsters were hungry again...and as they closed in on him eagerly, fantasies flooded Raykin's mind.

Kysp watched the trio in silence, hesitating.

"Yeah mom, IS that a nipple?" Ry demanded an answer.

The vixen smiled amusedly.

Ry and Keet were determined, driven by appetite and youthful curiosity. They surrounded Raykin and gawked while he pleaded at Kysp with his eyes. He separated his paws and sat fully exposed, acknowledging his darker desires and the futility of hiding himself. His heart skipped a beat as he noticed his mate swallowing dryly.

Raykin looked down at the kits, then up at Kysp again and their eyes met briefly. He was mortified and confused, afraid to proceed but unwilling to backtrack. Both little foxes were crouched right in front of him now, staring in curiosity. Ry leaned in close and sniffed, and accidentally bumped the erection with his nose. Raykin flinched sharply.

The turgid shaft bounced awkwardly and the kits giggled. Keet batted at it with a cautious paw, then she and Ry made it into a game, spanking the penis and laughing happily as it wobbled back and forth, quickly extending to its full length. Raykin leaned into the action, gasping roughly.

Kysp finally spoke. "Well, kits, that IS your daddy's nipple."

"Ooh!" the kits exclaimed and stopped their pawing. They sat back on their haunches in perfect unison and twitched their tails excitedly. The dog fox shivered, genuinely startled by his mate's cooperation. His penis, angry and throbbing, jutted forward urgently.

"Male foxes can give milk too, it's just more common for kits to get it from vixens."

Raykin flicked his ears furiously. Silent and panting, his entire body begged Kysp to continue. The devious mother took her time chasing down an imaginary flea to let the anticipation build.

Kysp asked, "Kits, I know I said we are to practice our weaning. But seeing as there's NOTHING else to eat..." she made deliberate eye contact with Raykin "...do you want to nurse him?"

"Sure!" and "Yes please!" exclaimed Ry and Keet unanimously.

Raykin stood up, tingling all over, his knotted maleness swinging heavily between his legs. As much as he wanted what he knew was coming next, there was no going back after this. Unteaching this lie would be a nightmare. He wished he could rewind time, or be somewhere else, or protest rationally and bring everyone back to their senses -- but he was far too invested to turn back now! The kits hesitated, still seeking permission.

"Who's first?" asked Kysp.

"Me!" said Ry. He licked his lips eagerly, eyes locked on Raykin's package.

"Okay," encouraged Kysp. "Then go suck it!"

Ry took a couple of steps to get underneath Raykin and didn't waste another second, ambitiously popping as much of his daddy as he could into his hungry muzzle. The dog fox shuddered and bucked slightly, mouth agape, then stood transfixed as his kit son negotiated a rhythm, suckling loudly under him on about half of his exposed maleness. Ry was enthusiastic and made tight, quick strokes with his tongue, bobbing his head occasionally to expedite the release of his father's exotic milk. Every now and then the scrape of a sharp tooth made Raykin flinch, but somehow this pain only added to the unbelievable sensation of pleasure. Raykin had no idea it could feel THIS good.

Rock hard and swollen to girth, Raykin felt his penis was too big for the kit. The horny father stole a backwards glance and almost orgasmed on the spot. Ry's tiny muzzle was crammed completely full of throbbing fox meat, the kit standing under him with his head tilted up and eyes on target, thoroughly concentrating on extracting a meal. With no other way to breathe, Ry inhaled and exhaled loudly through his nose in irregular huffs. "Slkks" and "schllps" and other lusty sounds filled the air as youthful lips tugged heartily on stretchy skin. The kit's muzzle was warm and oozing, constantly wet thanks to a syrupy mixture of Ry's saliva and Raykin's self-lubricating juices. Raykin averted his eyes and scoured the treetops to keep himself steady.

Ry, confused, slid his lips off the penis with a noisy "shpkk" and turned to ask Kysp what was going on.

"Mom, why is there no milk?" he questioned, panting, a silvery string of saliva and precum running between him and Raykin's tapered head. "It's a little salty...but..." A thin jet of precum splashed the kit on the nose, and Ry got distracted and licked it up. Keet watched jealously.

Kysp was rubbing herself with a free forepaw. She skillfully downplayed that embarrassing detail, sneaking the paw away from her lady-fox parts a few moments later.

"Oh that's because male foxes have a bigger nipple than vixens. More nipple, more sucking." She forced a grin and tilted her head. "Ry, why don't you rest a bit and give your sister a turn, then you can have another go."

"Squee!" barked Keet happily and crowded Ry out of the way. The young female latched onto the penis like it was second nature. Instinctively Raykin started to thrust, but caught himself and stamped his back leg to keep his hips still. Ry had worked Raykin energetically, almost playfully -- but Keet's technique was sensual and erotic. She suckled softly at first, evaluating the flavor of her father's precum and the size and weight of the unfamiliar male teat. Satisfied, she gulped down hard and began lapping vigorously in a smooth, precise motion. There weren't many sounds this time, just a continuous "ssch" and "gluk" as she squeezed and tugged again and again.

Keet moved her head less than Ry and scooped carefully along the shaft with her tongue. Although Keet could fit even less of Raykin in her muzzle, her tongue work was exquisite and she danced forward and backward along his whole shaft, almost against his knot. Raykin had to look. Keet nursed with her eyes closed and ears flattened submissively, totally focusing on technique, knowing the reward would take care of itself. Raykin whipped his head forward, pinching his eyes shut and lolling his tongue, drool splattering freely onto his forepaws. No wonder Kysp was taking so long to wean them! Seconds later the dog fox felt a heaviness in his loins and knew he was getting close.

Ry, impatient for his next turn, moved in again and stood beside his sister. Now both kits licked and suckled together wherever they had room. Raykin had plenty of surface area for them to share, but of course only one kit at a time could wrap their mouth around the end of him. It quickly became a spirited competition, tongues and lips sprawling frenziedly. With both kits attacking in unison, Raykin felt the intensity of his pleasure increasing past the breaking point. Finally, all the bitter days of Kysp's relentless torture mounted up together in a powerful, unstoppable eruption.

The big male shifted his weight and whispered hoarsely, "Kits, get ready for your milk!"

Raykin barely finished his words before he started ejaculating wildly. As he expected, the kits were surprised at the sudden spurts of hot liquid and stepped back as he aggressively painted their faces. Almost immediately, they returned to lapping at the jets of protein-rich fox cum.

Ry, always practical, noticed it spilling all over the ground. He leaned in front of his sister and popped Raykin's twitching penis back into his mouth. The kit's tiny muzzle filled up quickly even though he swallowed as fast as he could. Keet was about to shout "unfair!" but a moment later Ry "shlorped" off to catch his breath. His sister greedily took over without missing a beat. A second later the same thing happened to her, and she reversed process with Ry.

This handoff happened six or seven more times before Raykin remembered to breathe, his climax peaked but his rhythmic ejaculations far from over. Without steady, clenching pressure behind his knot, the virile fox couldn't maintain flow for as long as a typical mating. But he lasted for several minutes while the kits worked him cooperatively, suckling hot mouthfuls of semen and swapping him away to the other sibling for a chance to swallow.

Kysp huffed loudly. Raykin's vision was blurry and his world was upside-down, but he noticed her pawing at her crotch earnestly...

His sides heaving, the dog fox sat down, kits in tow. Kysp giggled at the way they guided themselves along by their father's pointy male part.

"So, what do you think?" the vixen asked slowly, licking something wet off her paw.

"It's sticky!" exclaimed Ry, who was making tongue circles around Raykin's fleshy head. "And hot!" noted Keet, licking up some stray drips along the shaft. Strings and splotches of spooge covered the kits' faces and paws. Raykin's exhausted penis continued twitching, weakly firing the last of his juices onto the pair of flickering tongues.

Kysp swallowed to wet her throat. "Do you like it?"

"Yes!" exclaimed the kits. Raykin, eyes dancing in narrow slits and tongue lolling completely out, shivered from nose to tail. The kits continued to lap and suckle at his 'nipple' until he suddenly felt the rushing tingle of overstimulation.

"K-kits, that's enough!" he all but yelped, rolling over quickly and trailing an arc of silken cum, his penis rebounding floppily and flinging the viscous liquid to the ground with a "sppllt". The kits sat back on their haunches and licked their lips, watching closely as the curious red shaft softened and faded back into its sheath.

"Good" said Kysp. "Then you can nurse him again when he gets back from his hunt!"

Ry and Keet cheered happily.

Kysp winked and stuck her tongue out at Raykin. "Bring something with feathers this time..."

The dog fox whimpered, speechless.