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The fox halted his flight into the forest, and only the sound of his gulping in lungfuls of air disturbed the still silence. The pursuit and loud curses from the angry farmer curiously, and thankfully, left at the edge of the wood. While the wrath of the farmer upon finding him and his daughter lying naked in his hayloft was not a surprise, the hour at which the farmer rose to start his daily chores was to his big-city sensibilities. Regardless, his escape was all but assured, as he was a lithe young fox, and his speed and agility were more than a match for any lazy dog. Finding the small break in the edge of the woods and path leading in seemed very fortunate during the chaos of his escape. He didn't know the lay of the land or where the trail leads to, but he figured it was as good as any to take since the farmer was likely to tell his neighbors and those in the nearby village doubted he would receive a warm welcome if he were to return. With his mind resolved and his wind restored, he continued down the small path. To his eyes, he only saw trees and unknown vegetation growing on the forest floor and nothing more. He quickly bored of the endless crowd of trees around him, and his attention turned to swinging a stick at any branches or leaves he found creeping into the pathway, loudly marking his passage further into the dark forest.

From the shadows, a gaze full of hunger spied the fox approaching along the path. Initially, the hidden watcher was attracted to the area by the ruckus at the woods' edge. Still, its keen senses had no difficulty locating and laying in wait for the stranger now disturbing the forest's tranquility. A fox would make a good meal, it mused. But they are fast and could pose a challenge to catch... Not wanting to risk the possibility of losing out on such a catch, the watcher formulated a plan. One that would assure it a much higher chance of success to bag a meal. With anticipation mounting, the watcher silently crept away.

As boredom got the better of him, fox reflected on how he got to this point. He was in hot water with his big city associates, and his country cousins offer to visit, promising plenty of work and tail seemed like the perfect opportunity to lay low for a while. After he left the city and journeyed through the countryside, it quickly became apparent that he was out of his element. He was unable to find anyone to hire him at any of the villages he visited. He found that the country folk valued hard work and skills he did not have. Eventually, he arrived at a town and found a farmer that would offer him food and a place for the night in exchange for a blowjob, which he promptly collected on behind the shed after they arrived at his farm. The farmer's satisfaction with his successful bargaining blinded him to the lusty looks his daughter gave fox when she came out to offer us cold drinks during a break in our chores and during dinner that evening. She was pretty with curves in all the right places and very eager to roll around in the hay. Around a sharp bend in the path, fox encounters someone else in the forest.

Fox came to a sudden stop and stood blinking at the figure bent over, picking something from the forest floor. The figure straightens and addresses fox with a cordial greeting "Hello friend, how goes your travel today?" A wolf? He'd never meet a wolf, but heard they were dangerous. The warm greeting was at odds with what he's heard, but he tentatively replies, "I'm okay, but a little lost. Can you give me directions to the nearest way out of this forest?" "Hmmm, My grandmother likes flowers, so I am picking some to take to her. If you help me pick some, I'll gladly give you directions to anywhere you like.", offers the wolf. Fox shrugs and agrees. Wolf is excited his plan is working - his prey is not only closer but will soon be caught totally off guard for his pending attack. The wolf spies fox bending over picking flowers and softly explains, "Leader of the pack! That ass..." Fox's ears perk up, and asks, "Pardon me, did you say something?" "Um, I only suggested you pick the ones over there in the grass," stammer the wolf. Wolf's hunger is now replaced by a stirring in his loins, and he quickly devises a new plan to get what he now desires. "But where are my manners? The wind brings a cold chill, and I happen to have some clothes I can spare giving to you.", he smoothly offers. Fox accepts the clothes and holds them out to size them up. "Hey, these look like woman's clothes," claims fox. "They used to belong to a friend of mine, but she does not need them anymore, and they will serve you better in the cold nights", explains wolf. Fox looks up at the wolf standing before him, and a chill crawls down his spine as he sees the intensity in the wolf's eyes and his broad toothy grin. "My, what big teeth you have", observes fox. "Ah, the better to smile at you with, so put. Them. On.", growls wolf. Unsettled by the sight and sounds of the menacing wolf towering over him fox hurriedly puts on the clothes. Wolf regards fox standing before him in a short dress and red hood and with a smile ask, "Can I call you Little Red?" "uh, sure", says fox timidly. Fox looks up to see the wolf's smile slowly widen before noticing a bulge from the wolf's crotch that grows to a huge stiff erection. "My, what a big penis you have", observes fox. "The better to mount you with", his reply dripping with lust. Faced with the "smile" or mount options, fox decides to go with mount.

Wolf keeps a firm hand on foxes shoulder as he leads him to a patch of grass screened from the woodland path and instructs him to get on all fours and pick flowers. The sight of the fox on all fours with a shock of flowers grasped tightly in one hand and wearing the dress and red hood quickly arouses the wolf until he's fully hard. Fox's face flushes red as wolf mounts him and he feels wolfs hands tightly gripping his shoulders and rigid cock probe between his cheeks until it finds his hole and briefly presses against it before plunging inside him. Fox yips and screws his eyes tight as he feels the wolf's hard cock thrusting increasingly deeper and faster. When the thrusts bury fully inside him, his eyes pop open wide as he feels the wolf gripping his shoulders in a vice like grip and hold him stationary, and starts violently pounding his ass. The forest's normal sounds are drowned out by the sounds of foxes moaning, wolfs low pitched growling, and the impact of wolves pelvis impacting foxes ass. After enduring a dozen minutes of brutal fucking, the fox thought things could not get worse, but then they did. Fox's moans started getting louder as the base of the wolf's cock increased and began stretching his hole painfully wider. When he thought he could not take it any more wolf let out a loud grunt and slammed into him one last time. He felt wolf pressed hard against his ass, racked with spasms, and then release his load inside him, followed by wolfs knot growing inside him until it was fully locked in place. Wolf leaned close to whisper a low, ominous threat in fox's ear, "From this point on, do not move. Do not make a sound". For a long while, the fox was silent, still, and held stationary between the wolf's strong grip on his shoulders and his hard knot holding him tight on the other. The periodic spasms of the latter reminding him he was being filled with wolfs seed. After about an hour, he finally heard the wolf's breathing slow, and his cock soon soften and relax such that it slid out of his hole, releasing a wet gush. Feeling shaky, fox collapsed to the ground and laid still and panted. Looking down as his handiwork wolf says solemnly "True to my word I will give you directions out of the forest. Follow the path until you reach the end and you will be out of the forest." "That is, unless you want to be mounted again", wolf chuckled as he walked away leaving fox in a stupor.