Mating Season (first draft)
In the middle of the cold Canadian winter, a human and a vixen find warmth in carnal pleasures.
It was a freezing January's day in the City. A fresh snow had just fallen last night, as our hero, Gerard Jarvis, was taking English lessons in the apartment that he had rented from his fox neighbour, Victoria. Knowing that she was a schoolteacher, Gerard, being a native Francophone, had asked her to help teach him to read and write in English a few months prior.
“I'm heading to the general store to pick up a new fur brush for myself, do you two lovebirds need anything?" yowled Patrick, Gerard's feline roomate, in a thick Maritimer accent.
Gerard looked up from a newspaper he was reading as part of his reading lessons.
“Honhon! Non, we're quite alright merci." laughed Gerard.
“Aye, you humans are so lucky to not have to deal with a thick winter's fur around this time of year. I'll see you later bud!" Patrick replied. He grabbed his hat and coat, then walked out the door.
Gerard continued to blunder through the article he was reading. He quickly glanced at his teacher, her vulpine snout buried in a book titled “Behaviours, Anatomy, and Psychology of Humans Illustrated." He didn't think much of the book at the time, but he had noticed that Victoria had been behaving oddly as of late; “accidentally" dropping a pen or pencil so she could bend over in front of him, staring at him lovingly, wearing nicer clothes when he's around, stealing his discarded laundry… the list goes on! The more he thought of it, he recalled that many animal-folk in the City were acting strangely this past week, but he put the thought in the back of his mind.
“Incroyable… I can't believe we're already in the year of nineteen-hundred-and-ten…" he muttered under his breath. Despite months of practice, he still struggled with some quirky aspects of the English language.
When he looked up again, he saw her scribbling something on a chalkboard that she brought over. But he continued reading nonetheless.
“Gerard…" Victoria called over to him in a sultry, but authoritative tone.
“Oui madame?"
“Could you read this sentence please my dear?" She purred, as she stood up and motioned to the chalkboard in a seductive manner, her thick, fluffy tail curling around her thigh."
Gerard read the statement: “The quick red fox seduced the human- What???" Before Gerard could fully realise his confusion, Victoria was sitting in his lap, her crotch grinding against his member. He could feel himself becoming erect.
“Victoria, what are you doing!?" He exclaimed.
“I want you to breed me~" she quietly moaned.
Gerard jumped up out of his seat, pushing Victoria away. “Absolutely not!" He yelled, while panic and erotic excitement continued to rise up inside of him. “Plus, I thought you said you're too old to get pregnant! That your eggs had dried up!"
He knew it. It all made sense now; the weird behaviour, the lust in her eyes. He could see it developing before his eyes over the last few weeks, but he didn't want to acknowledge it!
The mature vixen pushed Gerard up against a nearby wall. “Oh, you silly boy… That doesn't matter~" she chucked.
Victoria is unusually tall for a fox, while Gerard was a mere 5'7 - the average height for human men at the time. This unfortunately put his face right into Victoria's bosom as he was pressed between her and the wall.
“Let us have some fun, shall we?" She whispered.
The vixen began to stroke his member through his pants. He could feel her pointy claws tingle on his skin through the fabric. He could feel her body heat and hear her breathing. Pleasure rose up through his entire body. As a Catholic, Gerard had never been allowed to have an erection, let alone engage in sexual activities. He was trapped. Despite being much stronger than her, all that Gerard could do was listen to her soft moans and coos.
Victoria was having the time of her life! Stroking Gerard's rod aroused her greatly. She wanted to reach into his pants and touch it, or even go further than that… But, she was enjoying the moment too much to think of doing anything else. But while Victoria was daydreaming about all of the naughty things she wanted to do with him, Gerard managed to escape from under her. He signed the cross on his chest before running out the door without even a goodbye. Victoria was shocked! All she could think was: “How can I get this stubborn human to fuck me?"
Gerard shivered as he regretted not bringing a coat. He could not get away from that deranged vixen fast enough!
How could she violate me like that, we were friends! He thought.
Anger turned into heartbreak as he trudged through the snow to the nearest 'car stop. While waiting on a bench, he noticed his massive throbbing erection refused to go away. He tried to make it go away by looking at the streetscape; the horses and their carriages, the dim glow of the street lamps, the old brick buildings, some shiny newfangled motorcars puttering by, and the pedestrians on foot. Nothing worked, his penis was hard as ice. He couldn't stop thinking of Victoria, how she was pressed up against him like that, offering herself to him. Why? With each passing minute, Gerard desired her more and more. But he needed answers. So when the streetcar finally arrived, he got aboard and went to the public library.
Meanwhile, Victoria went back to her apartment. She ran into her living room, locked the door, closed the curtains, and threw herself onto the sofa. The heat between her loins became too much to bear. She tore off her clothes, and began to furiously finger herself to the thought of the young, virile human impregnating her with his seed. She let out several loud, passionate moans, and prayed that the neighbours would not hear them through the thin plaster walls. Warm milk dribbled from her swollen vulpine nipples as she came to a climax. As the fog of passion cleared, she began to formulate a plan to get Gerard to make love with her. She threw open her wardrobe and grabbed her most beautiful, risqé dress; a violet strapless evening gown. Along with the dress came matching violet satin gloves and stockings. When the vixen was done selecting an outfit, all she had to do now was reserve a table for a date with her lover at the most expensive restaurant in town…
Gerard walked into the library. He dusted the snow off of his flannel shirt. The legs of his trousers had frozen from the wet and cold. He appreciated the warmth and quiet of the library. It was so quiet, that you could hear a pin drop across the room! He walked up to the librarian, a stout old mouse lady, and asked her a question.
“Excuse-moi madame, could you direct me towards any books on animal behavior, specifically foxes?"
“Why yes, certainly young man!" squeaked the mouse. “Come right this way."
She motioned for him to follow her into the biology section.
“Why would a human like you be asking about the behaviour of foxes, of all things?" The mouse asked.
“Umm, a fox that I know is acting quite strangely right now?" Gerard replied.
“Don't you know what season it is?" She asked.
Gerard felt like he asked a stupid question.
“Winter?"
“No, It's mating season!"
“Mating season?"
“Yes! That's why your friend is acting odd, it's because this is the only time of year that foxes can breed! Don't you humans have one?"
Gerard was puzzled by the librarian's question.
“I'm pretty sure that humans can breed at any time, madame." he replied.
“Fair enough." They stopped at a tall oak bookshelf. The mouse climbed up a ladder and handed Gerard a large, thick book with a dusty dark green cover.
“Take this. I hope it helps you understand your friend a bit better." She said.
Gerard read the title of the grand book. “Behaviors, Anatomy, and Psychology of Red Foxes Illustrated"
Later that afternoon, Gerard returned home to his apartment. He opened the door to find Victoria lounging on his sofa. She was wearing the most beautiful dress, and several pieces of gold jewelry, presumably given to her by her wealthy father.
“Well, I did not expect to see you back here madame." Gerard said coyly.
Victoria jumped up onto her feet “Um.. I'm deeply sorry for my erratic behavior this mor-"
“It's okay, I understand now…" Gerard whispered.
Victoria's eyes lit up with excitement with the news of Gerard knowing her true feelings for him.
Moments later, the two lovers pulled each other into a passionate embrace.
“Would you like to go out with me tonight?" Victoria asked, taking a moment to gaze into Gerard's deep blue eyes.
“Absolutely, mon cheri~"
Just as they went for a kiss, Patrick burst through the door.
“Gerard, you wouldn't believe how far I had to travel to find a- OY, YOU TWO! GET A ROOM" he jokingly exclaimed.
“I… D-don't mind us, we'll be out in a few." Gerard stuttered. He ran to his room and changed into the nicest clothes he owned. He soon left the building with his date, the two of them giggling about the bad timing of Pat's entry.
Gerard and his date (or more accurately, Victoria and her date) took a taxicab to the bustling centre of the city, where their dinner date awaited. It was an old horse-drawn taxi, as opposed to the newer motor taxis that came with a heftier price. At least the horse fellow pulling it was quite charming…
Soon, they arrived at the restaurant. It was called Cordial's, and was said to be the best in town. The couple departed the taxi and paid the driver, then headed inside to claim their reservation. It was packed tonight, patrons of all kind; feathered, furred, and scaled, enjoying their dinner. After a short wait, they were seated at a table for two. The soft electric lighting, and the band, playing a classical tune, made for quite the romantic atmosphere. A handsomely dressed waiter came to pour the couple two glasses of champagne.
“Wow, um, This is quite the affair… You sure look stunning tonight mon cheri." Gerard stuttered between sips, stunned by the absolute beauty of the vixen sitting in front of him.
“You don't look too shoddy yourself tonight, handsome." The vixen replied back nonchalantly.
Gerard stifled a laugh.
“What's so funny?" Victoria asked.
“I don't know…" Gerard paused to chuckle. “Just the way you tried to sound so suave… Hehe…"
Victoria pretended to be cross. “Oh, you cheeky rascal... Your tone delivery hasn't quite been on-par either. You've been a nervous mess ever since we arrived here!"
“Oh really?" Gerard retorted back jokingly.
Gerard's heart beat faster as he talked to her. He could feel his nervousness melt away. He saw the light glinting off her gold hoop earrings, and her glossy red-orange fur. He loved her full lips, her stern yet soft-spoken British accent, her wavy raven-black hair that was dark as midnight, and her shapely figure… Oh yes, her figure. For her age, she was in great shape! He could feel his member becoming harder as his eyes lead him down towards her large, full breasts, and down to her hands. The way her satin gloves outlined her slender clawed fingers made him feel funny inside… She was perfect. He thought. Some crazy part of him, deep down inside, wished to marry her. But in this day and age, an interspecies marriage would be blasphemous!
Soon enough, the two of them were conversing, laughing, and reminiscing about the events of the past year. This conversation continued for several minutes.
“Victoria… I- I think I'm in love with you…" stammered Gerard.
“I know you are, silly boy…" Victoria said in a seductive manner.
The two lovers leaned into a kiss across the table. Gerard's heart skipped a beat as he kissed his date. Her lips felt as warm and as soft as sitting by the hearth on a freezing January's night. The couple pulled out of the kiss and dreamily stared into each other's eyes for a few moments. Unfortunately, this romantic moment was interrupted by the waiter, who had returned to ask the couple for their order.
“What will you be having tonight madam?" The waiter asked Victoria.
“For the appetiser, I shall have the French onion soup. For the main course, I shall have the beef fillet mignon, please."
“Very good madam. And for you, sir?" He asked Gerard.
“Uh, same as the lady, please." Gerard said meekly. He had never been to a restaurant this extravagant before.
The waiter shortly left them alone to go and take more orders.
Gerard leaned over across the table. “I can't afford a meal like this! My job at the sawmill pays meagre wages!" He whisper-yelled into Victoria's ear.
“No need to worry dear, I know your job provides you with insufficient wages. I shall pay for our meal tonight." She whispered back.
Gerard was shocked! He fell backward into his seat. A woman paying for the date? Preposterous! He thought.
He soon forgot about the breaking of tradition when the appetisers arrived a few minutes later. The soup was excellent, it reminded him of his mother's cooking back home. The couple finished their soup, and the main course soon arrived. Gerard sampled the fillet mignon. His eyes lit up with delight as he tasted the delicious juices of the steak.
“Mon Dieu, this steak is trés magnifique! I can't thank you enough for taking me here Victoria, this meal is excellent!" Gerard raved.
“You're too kind, Gerard~!" Victoria said coyly. “But are you ready for dessert?" The tone of her voice changed to be more seductive.
“W-we're getting dessert?" Gerard asked nervously. He knew what was going to happen next.
Victoria took off her shoes and rested her stocking-clad feet in Gerard's lap. She rested her chin(?) (do canines have chins?) on her hand, and smirked at Gerard. She began to massage his crotch with her feet. Fortunately, Cordial's used floor-length tablecloths, so none of the other diners could see what Victoria was doing under the table.
“Oh dear…" Gerard looked down at his crotch and panicked. His heart was pounding, and he could feel his penis becoming rock-hard from Victoria's teasing.
“You're so cute when you squirm~" Victoria giggled. “I'm so surprised that a good catholic boy like you would become so aroused by my feet… I bet you'd love to worship my soles, you little freak~" She purred in a sultry, low voice.
“Y-yes madame… I want to worship your soles… In fact, I want to worship all of you... your beautiful body, all day and night~!" Moaned Gerard.
“Good." Said Victoria. “Let us return home for that, shall we?"
The couple continued eating their meal, with Victoria still massaging Gerard's crotch just enough to keep him aroused, but not too much as to make him cum. They soon finished, and Victoria paid for it. Gerard blushed, as he felt somewhat embarrassed walking through the restaurant with a tent pitched in his pants. All they had to do now was find a taxicab to take them home. It was a simple task, because there were several taxis waiting out front due to Cordial's being a popular restaurant. The temperature had dropped further since sunset, and the snow had picked up it's pace. Gerard could feel the pre-cum leaking out of his penis beginning to freeze. But soon enough, an open taxicab arrived to take them home.
“Where may a fine young lady like yourself be headin' tonight?" Asked the horse-man pulling the taxi.
“Home, 67 Gloucester Street. Just a few blocks north of Church and Wellesley." Victoria replied. She handed a crisp five dollar bill to the horse. “Promise me you won't look inside the cab during our ride."
“Deal!" Exclaimed the horse.
The couple climbed into the taxi. Victoria banged the door shut and drew the curtains. As soon as the taxi started moving, she knelt down in front of Gerard and unbuttoned his pants, revealing his throbbing, rock hard penis. It had grown almost two inches from its usual length from Victoria's foreplay at the restaurant. His balls had also swollen to twice their usual size, and had become extremely sensitive.
“My my, look what we have here... I did not expect your member to be so… BIG!" Victoria swooned.
She kissed the tip of Gerard's penis, leaving a red kiss mark on the head. She then wrapped her long, slender fingers around his shaft, and began to slowly stroke it. Her gloved hands, and the cool metal of the rings she wore created a wonderful sensation that made Gerard shudder.
“You like that, huh~" Victoria seductively whispered.
“Y-yes I d-do madame…" Moaned Gerard. “K-keep going…"
Victoria continued to stroke her lover's penis, stimulating its most sensitive areas. She took off one glove, and ran her sharp, manicured claws down the shaft, and around the head, sending sparks of pleasure through Gerard's body.
“Mmmppphhh… please stop, it feels too good!" Strained Gerard.
Victoria giggled. “Mmm, your virgin penis is so wonderfully sensitive… I'm almost afraid that if I continue a step further, you might cum everywhere… We wouldn't want that, would we?"
She gave Gerard's full, swollen balls a firm squeeze. “I bet I could make you cum just by doing that~"
Gerard let out a moan. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh… P-please continue to the next step madame…"
“Only if you promise not to cum right away. Could you please be a good boy for me darling?" She asked him like a mother asking her child to behave.
“I-I will, for you…" Gerard whispered. “What is 'the next step' anyway?"
“You'll see-" Victoria smirked, with a twinkle in her eye.
She pulled back his foreskin, revealing the sensitive pink head, then proceeded to slide his erect cock into her mouth. At first, Gerard panicked, worrying that his flesh would be torn up by her razor-sharp fangs, and strong jaws. But he soon was euphoric; feeling all sorts of new, strange sensations as the horny vixen suckled on his throbbing member. Blood-red lipstick began to smear at the base of his penis, from a combination of his lover's saliva, and the juices leaking from the tip of his cock.
“Mmmmmmmm…" Victoria moaned. She paused to say something. “You taste so good, Gerard."
Gerard laughed nervously. “Haha, please don't eat me!"
Victoria stifled a laugh. “No need to worry my darling, I shall not eat you! I am not a savage... No need to be so tense~"
She used her free hand to hold Gerard's; her fingers clasping around his palm. A sense of motherly love and comfort radiated up through Gerard's arm. He felt happy.
Just then, somebody knocked on the roof of the cab.
“Alright folks, we're here! 67 Gloucester Street." Said the horse.
Gerard was startled by the voice outside. He pushed Victoria off him and buttoned up his pants. The couple quickly climbed out of the cab. Victoria hurriedly paid the driver, and they rushed inside the building together.
“That roommate of yours is probably sleeping by now. Let us continue this endeavor in my apartment~" Victoria said to Gerard as she pulled him up the staircase in anticipation.
They arrived at the top of the stairs, and ran towards Victoria's apartment. She kicked her door open, and pulled the dazed human into a loving embrace as they stumbled into her living room. The vixen slowly, but seductively undressed herself, pulling her evening gown over her head. She was now standing in the middle of the room in nothing but her frilly undergarments. Gerard visibly blushed, his face as red as his Vulpine lover's fur.
“You know what this is, right?" she pointed at her corset.
“Uhhhhhhh…" Gerard trailed off.
“I want you to untie it for me, please." She turned around so her back faced him.
Gerard signed the cross on his chest, then reluctantly untied the corset. He was afraid that he was going to commit one of the worst sins there is: Sex before marriage. Victoria removed the corset, exposing her bare back, causing Gerard to blush even more. But when she turned around, Gerard was puzzled. Where are her nipples? I thought that all mammals had nipples! He thought. Victoria's large, round, fluffy breasts were clearly defined, but lacked nipples.
“Um… Madame, w-where are your n-nipples?"
“Oh-" She tsked. “My winter fur completely obscures them. I apologise for surprising you." She promptly brushed some of the thick fur away, revealing her perky pink areolas.
“Alright…" Gerard reached out to fondle her orbs, but his hand was promptly slapped away.
“Not yet, dear. Remember what you promised earlier back in the 'cab?" Victoria said firmly.
She began to remove the rest of her undergarments; gloves, stockings, jewelry, and of course, her frilly silk panties, which were soaking wet from her juices, and partially frozen from the cold.
“Why are you still dressed?" Victoria asked.
“Oh,I didn't realise!" Gerard exclaimed. He then tore his clothes off. (No, this is not hyperbole, he literally RIPPED them off in one go.)
“Much better~" Victoria cooed.
She flopped down onto the sofa; an old Chesterfield upholstered in brown leather. She lay on her back and seductively lifted her legs into the air, revealing the rosy, pink lips of her womanhood.
“Pleasure me, my love~!" She motioned for him to kneel down before her.
Gerard knelt down and buried his face into the vixen's crotch fluff. The thick white fur ticked his nose. Like a cunning linguist, he worked his tongue around the lips of her womanhood, making his way into the opening, eliciting a moan from his lover. The juices of her rose tasted very sweet; like a peach, he thought. Victoria was very pleased indeed, she let out a soft moan as her lover worked his way into her hole. She felt herself coming close to orgasm, a feeling she hadn't felt for several years after the death of her late husband. Moments later, she bucked her hips, and let out a sharp moan.
Gerard ceased with the oral foreplay. “Are you alright madame?" he asked.
Victoria took a second to catch her breath. “Yes, yes… I am." She panted. She sat upright and enthusiastically motioned for Gerard to sit next to her. “Come, sit down dear…" she patted the empty cushion next to her. Gerard happily obliged.
The vixen then stood up, towering over her sitting lover. She rested her knees on the seat-cushions, and lowered herself into Gerard's lap, using one hand to guide his penis into her vagina. She let out a soft moan as his rod slid between her thick, fluffy thighs. The vixen began to ride her lover's throbbing organ, finding a rhythm that suited her. Gerard grabbed her breasts and gave them a firm squeeze, eliciting a sharp yelp from the fox. A thin stream of warm milk jetted from her nipples.
“You really like my breasts, don't you… They're quite swollen… *umf* Full with my milk~" Victoria huffed under her breath.
“I would certainly love to drink your milk, mommy- uhhhh I mean…" Gerard quickly caught his mistake.
Victoria giggled. “Come to think of it, I am old enough to be your mother…"
“Mon dieu, you dirty fox…" Gerard muttered under his breath.
He ceased drinking his lover's milk, grabbed her hips, and started bucking his hips in time with hers. An explosion of pleasure ripped through the vixen.
“Aaaaaaahhh~!" She moaned. “Breed me~!"
Every time the vixen's hips plapped down into his lap, his shaft buried itself deeper into her pussy. Victoria rode him faster and faster. A pool of juices, both male and female, had formed on Gerard's lap, the wet and warm feeling sending shivers down his spine. He buried his face between the vixen's huge breasts, inhaling her scent. She smelled dusty, like books, with a hint of chalk, and a touch of peppermint.
After several minutes of holding each other in this warm embrace, the couple decided to change positions. Victoria laid down on her back, legs skywards, inviting Gerard to engage her in the “missionary" position. He happily obliged, laying on top of his lover to give her a kiss. They passionately locked lips, and held hands, the vixen locking her fingers with her lover's. Gerard was just a little too short to penetrate his lover while embracing her in this way. So for now, he humped her stomach, staining sticky pre-cum on her fluffy belly.
“Put it inside me again, PLEASE~!" Victoria begged.
Gerard slid his member into the vixen's dripping hole once more. He began thrusting with the fury of a midwinter's storm. The vixen practically SCREAMED with pleasure, with no other thoughts in her mind except the lust for cock. Gerard's penis went further and further in with each thrust; its head touching Victoria's cervix.
“Ohhhh I'm gonna…" Gerard moaned. His hips bucked wildly, and he began to ejaculate. This lasted for several seconds, as hot cum blasted out of his cock, filling Victoria's womb to the brim with his seed.
Victoria was shocked at the amount of which the man came inside her. “I did not expect you to fill my womb to such a degree…" She chuckled.
“I think there's a term for when that happens… 'Come Inflation?' " Gerard interjected.
“No, I think 'Semen Supposition' is the term you are looking for dear." Victoria responded
“Perhaps…" Gerard pulled his now-flaccid penis out of the vixen's vagina. The two stood up and embraced each other once again.
“I heard humans have excellent stamina~" Victoria whispered into Gerard's ear, a sly grin on her face.
“Yeah, we- Wha-!"
Without warning, Victoria swept her lover off his feet. She carried the short man in her arms to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. It was in this room, where they continued to fuck once more.
In the room next door, Patrick laid awake in his bed, kept up by the loud lovemaking in the adjacent room.
“Christ almighty…" He shuddered at the thought of his roommate and best friend engaging in coitus with the landlady, of all people! The cat barely got a wink of sleep that night, along with the numerous other tenants who inhabited the building.
The next day, Patrick went next door to ask Gerard about something.
He swung the door open. “Aye Gerry, 'ave you seen my bru-"
His eyes widened, and froze from the shock. He witnessed his best friend sitting on the sofa, with Victoria lying in his lap, fully nude, while he brushed her tail fur, _ with my new brush!!!! _ Patrick thought.
Gerard noticed the cat standing in the doorway. “Oh hey Pat, don't mind us, she just needed help getting some tangles out of her fur. What were you saying again?"
“Never mind b'y." Pat sighed. “I'll be at the store if ya need me."
He walked out the door, grumbling about how he needed to waste ANOTHER seventy-five cents on a new fur brush.
FIN.