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This vignette was written for Yui_olp as part of my patreon request days for June 2018. It contains F/Solo masturbation involving a non-anthro consenting adult female. :3

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There were no dog foxes that the vixen had any interest in within the bounds of her territory, but that was okay. Several seasons ago she had learned that she didn't need a dog fox and all the troubles, all the drama and the litter of cubs they inevitably brought with them, in order to satisfy herself. She didn't need a dog fox to alleviate the burning intensity of her heat, and nor did she [i]want[/i] that heat satiated before its time any longer. Year round now the vixen delighted in making use of the trick another female had taught her, something that had simply never occurred to her before even though it was so very simple and easy to do. But, it was at times like this, during the season of her heat, when she delighted most of all in her ability to self-pleasure.

Curled up in her den, the vixen whined happily as she shuffled and shifted herself into a comfortable position, and lifted one of her hind legs up until it was hovering almost directly over her head. She snuffled, huffing and growling softly in delight as she caught the tangy, rich scent of her heat. It was everywhere in her den of course, but there, between her legs it was at its absolute strongest. It was pitch black, but she didn't need sight to know what she was looking for or to know what to expect. Her muzzle moved closer to the source of that sweet, alluring smell, and she whined happily as mere moments later the tip of her snout bumped into fur that was soft and damp. She shifted her body only ever so slightly, and sure enough there it was. The slit of her nether regions, not compact and hidden away beneath lush fur as was normally the case, but swollen, flushed and engorged with arousal. Vastly more sensitive than normal despite how good she knew she could make herself feel regardless of the season, and wet, tangibly wet with the same rich, freely flowing juices that were responsible for that deliciously exotic, perfumed scent.

The fox's toes curled and flexed as she flicked out her tongue and tasted not only those juices, but the flesh of her pussy herself for the very first time since the full intensity of her heat had struck earlier that day. She whined and snorted, her whole body shaking not only at the intensity of the stimulation her rough tongue provided as it slathered across her outermost lips, but in rapturous delight at just how good those liquids tasted, far more so than how pleasantly they already smelled. Her tongue flicked out again, and again as she began to do what that other vixen had done to her several seasons before, offering to sate her then equally heat-stricken form despite possessing no manhood, no capacity to breed her or fill her with pups that she had been able to conceive at the time. How naive she had been back then. How innocent and foolish, to think that she required a male to feel pleasure, or to achieve satisfaction.

Her tongue grew more bold in its efforts, and the vixen began to whine and whimper in more constant pleasure as with each stroke of her tongue's rough surface across her outer lips they were teased apart. Her tongue was granted access to the sweet pink flesh within with great gusto, and her body reacted in kind to the far more intense and wonderful stimulation. Even though she was lying at rest, curled around herself, the vixen felt her hips bucking instinctively against each sweeping caress of her tongue. She huffed and growled as slick juices drooled out around her chin as she pressed it to the outer limits of her nether regions, her tongue now barely breaking contact with her pussy at all other than to withdraw and feed her muzzle a mouthful of the slick fluids coating it from tip to base. She worked her tongue deeper still, pawing at the earth below, tail thrashing and flicking from side to side as she struck at points that provoked pleasure so intense she wanted to howl. Dog foxes could be so rough. So forceful in their efforts to get what they wanted. They could be so quick, and their thrusting could hurt it was so intense. Her tongue avoided all of those more negative aspects, while retaining all that was wonderful about the process of mating. The pleasure. The unabashed, unmatched pleasure of those portions of her body being relentlessly and intensely stimulated.

And yet, as intense and glorious as all that stimulation she had endured thus far might have been, the vixen knew that yet more awaited her. She knew that there was something else she could do, another trick taught to her by that vixen which went beyond anything a male could or ever had done to her before. A trick which all vixens should have known from the moment they reached adulthood for their own sanity and delight, but which she more than any other vixen she had learned from or taught it to since could best benefit from.

Dripping with her pussy's juices far more potently and abundantly than her own saliva, the vixen's tongue withdrew from her slick, wet depths. Rather than withdrawing her muzzle from between her legs entirely though, she pressed it more firmly against her nether regions. The vixen's lips probed forward carefully, delicately, and explored in place of her tongue as she panted and whined in desire and sudden denial, right up to the moment where she found what it was that she had been seeking. Her eyes bulged for a moment, and a strained yelp escaped her muzzle as her gentle, saliva and arousal moistened lips grazed against the large, definitely bigger than average based on all those of other females that she had seen and tended to with her tongue, swollen nub of her clitoris.

A long, rumbling growl of anticipation erupted from deep inside the vixen's throat as she breathed hot, panting surges of air over her throbbing clit, feeling it reacting to that stimulation of air currents alone and knowing how much more intense it was going to be before long. She closed her eyes, her ears flicking back not in nervousness or submission to anyone else, but in a mark of surrender to herself. To her own body's needs, and what she knew she was about to experience. Once more the vixen's toes flexed and her tail thumped against the den's earthen floor, and then, a moment or so later, she closed her lips around her large, bulbous clit, and began to suckle upon it with all the hunger and urgency that her body's scorching heat demanded.

The stimulation was so intense, so pure and perfect that it didn't take long until the whole of the vixen's den was filled with the sounds of her pleasure. Loud, shameless slurping, heavy panting and snarling, the rustling and scratching of claws and paw-pads against compacted earth, and the thumping of the vixen's tail as it beat against the ground in rapturous elation. And of course, amidst all that, the true vocalisations of the vixen's bliss as she clung to and sucked mercilessly upon her own ample clit. Strangled yips and yelps, barking cries of pure ecstasy muffled only by the fact that she dared not separate her muzzle from her clit for even the barest fraction of a second.

Her eyes rolled back into her head, and her cheeks flushed beneath her fur as she felt the rush of sensation approaching. That feeling which she had become addicted to from the very first time she experienced it, and which made her creep away to her den each time heat overcame her. The feeling she wanted to experience alone and on her terms, not leaving it up to any dog fox to possibly give to her, and to deny her when his breeding quelled the fires that might otherwise burn within her loins for days or even weeks from their first embers. She suckled harder and yelped louder. Her whole body shook, and her pussy drooled more and more copiously with each passing instant of unceasing pleasure that the vixen granted herself.

Finally, there was nothing that the vixen could do to resist or to deny herself any longer, nor any reason why she would want to even try. She redoubled her efforts, driving her face deep into her own nether regions as she worked her clitoris feverishly with lips and tongue alike. Her eyes fell shut once more, and it was there they remained as rather than looking strained and frantic, a more placid, peaceful expression crossed her features as her body realised that it didn't have to struggle and fight for what it was so urgently seeking any more. It didn't have to fight, because it was already being granted precisely what it craved.

A keening, high pitched whimper was the only vocalisation to escape the vixen purposefully as she climaxed, with all that followed being sloppy gurgles and the wet smacking of lips and tongue as her pussy convulsed, clenched urgently, and began to gush a hot torrent of ejaculate out across her muzzle, the floor of the den and her twitching tail in about equal quantities. She shuddered, writhed and slurped her way giddily, greedily even through her orgasm, and not for a moment did she release or relent in her attempts to continue stimulating her throbbing clitoris, just like she had been taught.

In the wake of that pleasure of course, she rested. She panted, she whined, she licked her nether regions, her tail and her own muzzle clean of every delicious drop of her juices, and she curled up contentedly. For a brief while, at least.

After all, her heat wasn't over. Such was the joy of lacking a dog fox. Such was the wonder of what she had been taught by that other vixen, who had slunk so mysteriously into her life, granted her this boon, then departed again before she awoke the following day. The pleasure of that orgasm had been a dozen times more intense than any breeding she had ever experienced at the behest of a male, but it did nothing to terminate her heat, nor to diminish the desire for another climax of that same potency. So, when she was rested and ready once more, that was precisely what she would grant herself.

Another high, another rapturous eruption of self-provoked pleasure just like that last one.

Then another.

And another.

And another.

No waiting. No hoping. No potential for disappointment.

No assistance required.

By Jeeves

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