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Apricot couldn't find Raisin anywhere! It seemed like her brother had simply disappeared. She searched every area of the farm, her three fox kits following in tow.

She'd been living at her brother's farm for almost six months now, and her kits had grown considerably, though they were still only a little more than half their full, adult size. This wasn't the first time Raisin had disappeared mysteriously. None of his friends seemed to know where he was, though the wallaroo had said something peculiar about the well. Still, when she had checked the well, no hide nor orange fur was to be found. Finally, she deigned to ask a yellow cat. "Have you seen Raisin?"

"Huh? Oh...I think he's...tied down at the moment."

Apricot blinked. "Then, you know where he is?"

"Uhhh...no?" the cat replied, unconvincingly.

Emmy, whose fur was as bright as Raisin's, if not brighter, said, "Maybe he's _actually_tied down!"

Apricot said, "Hush..." But the yellow cat's tail twitched anxiously. She turned on him, narrowing her eyes. Something niggled at the back of her mind. This cat was hiding something, and from a full-grown fox! That wasn't wise. "You know where he is: you'd better tell me or I'll..."

The cat was speechless, eyes wide, ears flattened. "I-in the barn, in the back!"

"Come along, kits," she said, leaving the trembling feline behind.

Her son, Liam had his jaw dropped. Amelia said, "Wow..." and Emmy yipped, "Awesome!" Apricot didn't like to be a bad example for her kids, but sometimes a young vixen has to put her foot down.

She'd searched the barn already, calling Raisin's name, but he hadn't responded. This time, Apricot didn't bother calling his name, instead searching each stall in turn, until the very last one made her gasp. Raisin was there, all right, and he _was_tied down!

The bright orange fox was pinned on his back, with his head and shoulders leaning against the back of the stall. Apricot realized why he hadn't answered - whoever had done this had managed to tie a muzzle around him. He could only open his mouth just wide enough to stick out his tongue, and the loudest sound he could likely make would be a yip.

Raisin groaned, shaking his legs. Each of his front legs was pinned up next to his chest in a rather adorable way, tied together and useless. His hind legs were even worse off, bound around each paw and tied off to opposite sides of the stall. All in all, it was a rather compromising position, except that her brother had managed to curl his tail up between his legs.

"C'mon kids, head on back to the house. Your mother will take care of this."

Emmy was as quarrelsome as ever, "But Mom, we want to help!" Amelia nodded in agreement, but Liam looked uncertain.

"I mean it, Emmy. Get moving!" She needed to find out who had done this to her brother, and if it was who she suspected it was, she didn't need her kits to see their uncle so embarrassed.

"Awww," Amelia whimpered, her yellow tail drooping, but the three little foxes scrambled off toward the air conditioned section of the barn.

Apricot turned to face her brother, cocking her head at him. "Was it the cats?"

Raisin nodded, miserably.

"Raisin! You're stronger than ten cats! Why would you let them do this to you?"

He opened his wide, terrified eyes. What had happened to her brother, Apricot wondered. Afraid of cats, of other foxes, of...chickens? She knelt down to take one of the ropes in her sharp teeth, but something stopped her.

"This can't go on," she said, simply. When Raisin raised an eyebrow, she explained. "I don't know what happened to your self-esteem, but it's out of whack. And you're still as innocent as when we were kits together! Callie was telling me that you two were together a year ago when she was... well..."

In heat. If a year had passed, that meant it was breeding season again, though Apricot herself hadn't started her cycle. How had she failed to notice Callie's? The young vixen had been smelling a bit...off_recently. Apricot had never lived with another vixen, much less two, so she hadn't recognized the signs. So Raisin's girlfriend was assuredly in heat again, and here he was tied up and _useless.

Raisin only looked more confused. Apricot sighed, but she had an idea. "And you got distracted by marriage ceremonies. You're a fox! You need help, and I know just the solution - an early honeymoon!" If Raisin refused to grow up, she would _make_him grow up.

She moved her muzzle away from the rope that would have begun to release Raisin from his bondage, moving instead between his splayed legs. She nudged his tail aside, and when he brushed it back up reflexively, she planted a front foot firmly down on it. Apricot's throat was dry as she peered between her brother's legs, and Raisin whimpered, struggling against the ropes, his fur fluffing out ridiculously.

Apricot hesitated. The young tod was her brother, and she had no business doing what she was about to do. But it was for his own good, and he'd thank her later. Swallowing, part to quell her nerves and part to wet her tongue, she lowered her muzzle to Raisin's bright, white sheath, and licked.

"Mrphh!" Raisin cried, struggling. Apricot wondered that his eyes didn't pop straight out of his head from the shock. She just licked him again, getting him ready for what was to come. The musky scent of his unused equipment reminded Apricot of her own first time. She'd been just as naive as Raisin...until someone forceful enough came along. There was certainly no talk of weddings before, during, or after.

She licked again, despite her litter-mate's struggles, and was gratified to finally see a bit of red poking out. Was this the first time his penis had seen the light of day? She slid her tongue all the way around his tip, and despite himself, Raisin moaned. Now, he was quickly filling out, though his wide eyes were still terrified. He'd watched way too much television!

She kept slurping_at him, until his cock was nice and hard. She looked down at her bound brother, and was almost tempted to ride him herself...for a second. He was her _brother. Why was she even thinking that? She shook her head to clear it, and said, "Raisin, I'll be right back. Wait here."

With that, Apricot bounded out of the barn. She'd found Raisin, now she just needed to find Callie.

From behind the boxes, three pairs of mischievous eyes peered out of the darkness. Amelia fluffed out her yellow fur, looking at her tied up uncle.

Raisin struggled again, kicking his hind legs, but the ropes held strong, keeping him spread eagle. That strange, red...thing between his legs was still visible, even though Amelia's uncle was trying dutifully to cover it with his bushy tail.

Emmy, of course, was the first to leap out of cover. Amelia and Liam followed, watching Raisin's eyes widen when he saw the three, half-grown kits. His face was bright red...but maybe that was just because he was a fox.

Liam said, "What's that...popsicle thing Mom was licking?"

Amelia _loved_popsicles, and true, there was some resemblance. She'd always liked blue raspberry, though. Together, the three kits approached Raisin.

Emmy said, "I dunno, but it looked like she _liked_it!"

Amelia nodded, adding, "And she thought it would help Uncle Raisin out! We can help too!"

Emmy let out her bright, chipper laughter and pounced on Raisin's tail, pinning it to the ground beneath her. Now the three kits could all see exactly what was growing between Raisin's legs. Emmy chuckled as the tail beneath her twitched, uselessly, beneath her weight. The bright, red kit said, "Well, what are you waiting for? Go lick it!"

"Mmrph! MMRPH!!" Raisin cried, kicking his legs uselessly.

Amelia crawled up her uncle's left thigh, with Liam on his right, until the two kits straddled the red popsicle. She wasn't sure how this would help Raisin, but if it did _taste_like the dessert it resembled, how could she turn that down?

"Go on," Emmy urged again.

Tentatively, the brother and sister opened their mouths and licked.

Raisin squirmed, whimpering. Amelia and Liam looked at each other in surprise. Liam said, "It doesn't taste sweet at all!"

Amelia chimed in with, "If anything, it's salty, but..." she took another quick lick, then continued, "it's not bad."

Liam nodded in agreement, and soon the two siblings were lapping eagerly, while Uncle Raisin groaned and shook his head back and forth. But he'd done that for Mom, too, so Amelia knew better than to listen to their uncle's complaints.

"Let me have some, too!" Emmy cried, clambering up between her two siblings. Just like the others, she completely ignored the two, soft, round bits. They didn't even register as important. Unlike the other kits, her path went right over them.

"Arrrgfh! Yrnnnoof!" Raisin squealed, as the hefty kit stepped on first one, then the other furred ball before seating herself on his sheath. Her wagging tail _thwapped_the two organs, albeit much more gently.

Emmy's tongue joined her brother and sister in lapping at the tip of Raisin's weird salt lick. Uncle Raisin began to whimper and whine, the popsicle twitching, until Amelia got a taste of something extra salty, right at the top. "It's a creamsicle!"

The other kits joined her, quickly lapping the very tip. It seemed like each time they licked, more and more of the white cream appeared. Raisin just groaned, apparently trying to dislodge the three kits by shoving his hips up and down. He had no luck.

Amelia heard a loud groan from the boxes behind her.Mom!?

Fay stepped out, swaying her hips and flicking her tail as she revealed herself. She'd only watched the scene for a few seconds, but that "creamsicle" comment made her groan. "Kits, get off your uncle. Believe me, your mother won't be happy if she finds out."

If Raisin had seemed terrified before, he looked to be having a heart attack now, watching Fay with stunned, blue eyes. The kits were obedient, scrambling down and hanging their heads. Fay thought they were afraid of her, which suited the vixen just fine.

Fay smiled at Raisin like a fox in a hen house, making the nervous tod shiver. "Run along, kits, Aunt Fay will take it from here."

Emmy whined, "But we wanna help!" Such a precocious child.

Fay smiled sweetly and said, "This is something between a tod and a vixen. You can help when you're older."

Liam stood to go, but Amelia whined, "Can we at least_watch?_"

Fay didn't know how much time she had left, but she certainly didn't have time to argue with kits. Sighing, she said, "Fine, you can watch. You can learn along with Raisin what that 'creamsicle' is _really_for."

The three kits sat a few feet away, watching with unending curiosity. Had Fay ever been that naive? Probably not. The vixen slinked up to Raisin, who kicked and struggled against the ropes. Those cats were certainly good with knots. Raisin was helpless, and no one was around to stop her. Finally.

Fay quickly scaled his body, until she was looking down into his wide, horrified eyes. Would he be more frightened if he knew that she was in heat? Did he even know where kits came from? He was watching _all_the wrong T.V. shows. But he obviously had bad taste, considering his infatuation with Callie. The orange male was pretty good looking, but it was his complete lack of interest in Fay that so turned the shady vixen on.

"After this, you'll wonder what you were so afraid of," she grinned. "Why settle for second best when you can have_me?_"

She lowered her hips until her heat-swollen mound nestled up against Raisin's shaft. She'd waited so long for this, but she unfortunately didn't have the time to truly savor the experience. With one paw, she lifted his cock, guiding the tip to her puffy, y-shaped folds, and she sat down, to a chorus behind her of "Ohhh!", "Woah!!" and "I get it!"

Raisin and Fay whined together as his fat cock spread her apart. As much as she hated to admit it, this was Fay's first time as well. She'd tried so hard a year ago to steal him from Callie that she'd missed the mating season completely! But she'd finally done it. She'd beaten her sister again. A wide smile cracked the vixen's lips.

Despite his whimpers, Raisin couldn't seem to keep himself from humping his hips up and down. Finally, the boy was giving in to his instincts! Fay had had no idea it would feel this_good!_ Every inch that he moved his dick in and out of her sent her mind reeling, and Fay found herself riding him frantically, sliding her hips up and down his cock with repeated, wet schlups!_With her tail raised, the three kits could see _everything.

Suddenly, she began making a weird _yiffing_sound, a cross between a moan and a gasp for breath. Looking down, she saw that Raisin was bulging madly at the base of his cock, nearly twice as wide! She couldn't take that...but she could slide all the way down until her swollen lips kissed it. Again and again she sat down on him, clenching down around his huge shaft, her whole body trembling each time she reached his thick, throbbing base.

Then, Fay heard voices. Callie and Apricot! They were at the front of the barn and coming quickly. She didn't have much time, and though she could feel his warmth leaking out into her, it wasn't enough. Gritting her teeth, Fay launched herself into her work, growling at the reluctant red fox. "You'd better cum or I'll..."

The nameless threat was all she needed. Raisin yelped, and launched himself up against Fay, just as Callie and Apricot turned the corner. Both vixens' jaws dropped, but they were too late to do anything now! Fay _yiffed_endlessly as Raisin spurted inside of her, her whole body shaking and shuddering. Hot semen poured up into her fertile womb, and the vixen got a certain sick satisfaction that Callie had managed to actually witness the exact moment that Fay had beaten her. No matter what happened now, Fay would always be Raisin's first, and her kits would be a constant reminder.

Oh, victory was sweet, indeed.

* * * * *

Callie could hardly believe what she saw! That conniving bitch! Fay's tail was lifted high, exposing every detail: white cum dribbling down Raisin's knot as the cheating vixen squeezed and clenched down around his shaft. Raisin's virgin balls were churning as he pumped Fay's fertile womb full of kits. Kits that were meant for Callie!

"Raisin, how _could_you!?" Callie shrieked, trying to ignore the contented yiffing of her cousin, riding him.

To be fair, the red fox tod was lying on his back, paws tied (by cats, no doubt) uselessly against his chest, hind legs splayed open by additional ropes, and he sported a tightly tied muzzle, preventing him from even speaking. In fact, Apricot had brought Callie here for this very reason - to finally teach the naive tod the facts of life. Plus, Callie was _also_in heat, so she'd be killing two birds with one stone.

Not that she had intended to go along with Apricot's plan. She could never have traumatized the poor fox like that, even for kits. She'd rushed back to free him, but Fay had been prowling, and found him first. Callie grinded her teeth in humiliation and frustration.

Apricot, however, said, "Kits! Get out of here!"

Her three, half-grown kits were sitting in a semi-circle a few feet behind Fay, watching every pump and thrust with dropped jaws. Callie could understand; they were absolutely, positively not old enough for this! Why, Emmy and Amelia wouldn't even have their first heats until the fall.

Emmy said, "But Mooooooom, we wanna watch!"

Liam chimed in after his sister, "Yeah, we're learning lots, Mom!"

Apricot stamped her foot and chirped, instantly getting the obedient kits' attention. "Absolutely not. I already told you to leave, and you didn't. Get out of here or you will be in even _bigger_trouble!"

The three kits bolted, eyes wide, shooting out of the barn.

Callie, however, was still staring at the smirking Fay. Would it be so bad if she ripped out her cousin's throat? She growled, her fur ruffling, fully aware that the terrified Raisin was still pumping his hips up and down.

"Good boy, Raisin," Fay crooned, "Keep it coming."

He whimpered.

"THAT'S IT!" Callie bellowed, charging Fay. The dark-furred vixen's eyes went wide, unable to get out of the way before Callie collided head-first with her, sending Fay flying off of Raisin with a _splurt._Fay's head smacked into the side of the barn, leaving her in a heap on her back a few feet away, her legs limply open. Even half-unconcious, Fay was mocking her, showing off her leaking, well-bred mound.

Apricot said, "Callie..." worriedly.

"Stay out of this!" Callie yipped, then turned to Raisin. "You are not_going to breed that _bitch, and leave me alone for another year!"

Raisin poked his tongue out between the muzzle, and said, "MMorrph, lggunff, mrlbrgl!"

Callie said, "No excuses!" She walked toward the bound fox, looking down at his firm, glistening erection, still wet with Fay's juices. Well, two could play at that game!

She climbed up on top of her boyfriend, looking into his wide, fearful eyes. No, this time she would _not_be stopped by his innocence. She grabbed his cock, making the poor fox wince in pain, and lowered her hips to meet him.

Apricot said, "Callie, he's not ready!"

"Ready enough to mate that slut!"

Apricot stepped forward, ears alert. "No, I mean he's not ready for another go! He needs a break!"

Callie paused, considering that, the whimpering tod's sensitive cock twitching against her heat-swollen folds. "I don't care," she declared, and sat down on him.

Raisin slipped into her, well-greased. God, he felt so_big_ inside her! Raisin squirmed and howled, but the muzzle muffled the noise into a pathetic rrrrrowf. Like her cousin, Callie had never mated before, and she wasn't at all expecting the sensations racking her small body. She _schlorped_all the way down his cock, until his still swollen knot strained at her lips. Callie moaned, squeezing tightly as if she could hold on to him through sheer force of will.

But Raisin was trapped; he wasn't going anywhere. Tentatively, trembling, Callie picked herself up, sliding up his cock until just his tapered tip lay within her virgin folds. She felt cold and empty there, whimpering needily. Then she plunged herself back down, yiffing for the pure joy of that seismic sensation.

She began to ride him, whining each time she had to suffer the pain of an empty pussy, but shrieking in bliss when she got to feel him fill her again. The one pain was worth the intense pleasure coursing through her veins. She began to pull up quickly, with a schlup, only to lower herself slowly with an extended schhhhhhhhlorp.

Callie glanced at Fay, who was still laying there, but now watching with a sly grin. Sure enough, the evil vixen kept her legs splayed, proudly showing off her leaking, cheating cunt. Whatever! Let Fay have her kits. It's not like Raisin ever _agreed_to it. Her kits wouldn't count.

Callie sat down again, with a yiff, looking at Raisin's terrified eyes. What was she doing? She was no better than Fay!_If _her kits didn't count, what about Callie's? Bending down, she took the ropes that held Raisin's front paws meekly in place, and bit through them.

He was still tied, of course, but he could move his paws. Callie wondered what he would do. She gasped, as she felt his paws slide around her hips, pulling her down onto his shaft! He_wanted_ her!

Callie yipped for joy, grinding herself against him as she went for rope after rope, reaching over her shoulders to free each leg, then tugging at the muzzle on his face. Throughout, Raisin used the extra freedom not to fight and run away, but to pound Callie harder.

The muzzle came off, and Raisin finally spoke, saying, "I love you, Callie!"

She bent down to lick his muzzle, but Raisin swivelled, spinning Callie onto her side and then her back and then climbed on top of her. Her eyes were wide as she looked up at Raisin, and whispered, "Breed me."

Callie felt a little dizzy, lying on a pile of hay so that her hindquarters were higher than her head. Blood rushed to her brain, but she had more important things to worry about. Raisin leaned forward between her spread legs, and humped. Callie squealed, thrusting and moaning as Raisin took the initiative for something for the first time in his life.

Again and again he slammed his hips against her, his swollen knot straining at her lips. He leaned forward, opening his mouth, and Callie was confused. Oh, right, a kiss, another of Raisin's human-learned eccentricities. She opened her muzzle for him, and he plunged his wide tongue between her lips.

Oh, that was nice. Soon, the two foxes were grunting and probing as fiercely with their tongues as they were with their loins. Raisin was magnificent! Callie didn't mind at all that Fay and Apricot were watching, stunned, as the young tod shared his love.

His hammering thrusts were pounding her sore, virgin lips. Each push stretched her mound further and further apart, Raisin's knot wedging determinedly into the whimpering vixen. Callie yelped. He was too large! He was going to tear her apart! "Raisin," she whined, about to beg him to stop.

Before she could finish her sentence, he leapt against her, burying his knot with one, firm jab. Callie trembled and moaned, kicking her legs, but amazingly enough, her puffy vulva managed to stretch out like a balloon to engulf the whole, massive bulge! She _murred_happily, until a second later, when Raisin thrust again.

Yip!

His huge knot throbbed against something inside the young vixen that made her explode. Sensations like she'd never believed possible clouded her brain, sending only one signal to every last part of her body: hump. The moaning vixen melted into a puddle of eager, forceful thrusts, her entire body shuddering beneath her mate. She had to break the kiss to give a proper howl, reaching with her front paws to grasp the young tod around his back. She squeezed even stronger around his cock, pulling him deeper in rhythmic, frantic spasms.

Raisin's howl joined hers, but the sound that really broke through the haze in Callie's brain was a loud, wet, _splurt!_Warm cum bubbling inside of her...finally, finally! Gravity only pulled his eager spurts deeper, into her waiting egg-chamber. Not a drop escaped his swollen knot, unlike Fay.

Together, they clutched and moaned, revelling in the joys of coitus. All the rest had just been build up to this moment, fertile seed splattering fertile womb, over and over. Despite having just cum in Fay, and despite his near virginity, Raisin seemed unable to stop spurting and spurting into her. Callie yelped, humping against him, a goofy smile on her face as she felt her belly bloating with his life-giving seed.

She glanced over, gloating at Fay. Sure, Callie's cousin had taken Raisin first. But anyone in that barn could tell that there was a big difference between taking Raisin, and being taken by Raisin.

And the look of pure, green envy on Fay's face made it clear that even_she_ knew which was better!