The Cadmean Vixen
_A Rule34 story of an ancient Greek myth! _
It was with such speed and grace that Laelaps ran along the narrow game-trail that the wild animals who would have usually scattered at the sound of a hound in pursuit found themselves stupefied at the sight of the powerful canine dashing through the forest, but thankfully ignoring them as he disappeared from sight before they could. The deer were safe today, as were the rabbits, fowl and boars. Even the foxes, or that is to say all but one.
Laelaps was the hound of legend, the hunter from whom no prey was safe. There was no beast that could elude the massive dog's keen nose, that could outrun the lightning-fast canine, or hope to outfight him once the quarry inevitably found itself cornered. But as his paws ripped up the peat of the forest floor and his barrel chest worked to take in both air and the scent of his prey, he'd have to admit no creature had ever challenged him like his current quarry.
The Cadmean vixen had been a menace to the people of Thebes, one that neither men nor hounds had been able to catch. A divine punishment wearing russet fur, and one that would supposedly never be caught. Nobody had gotten more than a glimpse of the fox said to be as large as a wolf, but Laelaps had the rust-colored dasher in his sights. Almost close enough, but the canine knew he'd have to wait for the perfect moment. A failed leap would mean the vixen would escape him, and a chance like this might never come along again.
Even at the mad sprint the dog managed to save up some strength, coiling himself like a spring. And when he felt a firmer patch of turf under his paw pads he decided to try his luck. He launched himself at the fox, his flight as sure and straight as that of a javelin as his body struck the hindquarters of his prey. The two went down in a tumble, the vixen twisting as nimbly as a serpent and almost breaking free. But Laelaps' teeth soon found the cream-furred neck and once she felt teeth on her throat the frantic vulpine froze and spoke up with what little breath she had after the run.
"Whoa, easy there! You got me... okay? Let me just... lemme just catch my breath, at least... " the vixen panted.
"Whae shou aee?" the hound replied as best as he could with his muzzle still poised to close on the fox's windpipe. He knew that he should just give his quarry a mercifully quick end, but this was no common prey. Fighting his own instinct, he took his teeth off her throat, relishing the chance to take deep, ragged breaths after their break-neck chase.
"Well... respect? Let's be honest, did anything ever give you a run like that?" the vixen asked, still panting but recovering some of her poise along with her breath.
"Not even close..." the canine admitted. The vixen had run him ragged, and even then his success had been a close thing.
"You really are a magnificent beast, you know that?" she said, her eyes roaming the canine body standing over hers. Despite her prodigious size, Laelaps was still large enough to dwarf the vixen lying on her back under him. "But you do realize that even a hound such as you shouldn't have been able to catch me..."
"But I did." Laelaps replied, a hint of a growl creeping into his voice. The vixen, he felt, was trying trickery. "You know how this has to end, right?"
"Yes, but would you grant me one small boon? As the gracious victor?"
"And that would be?"
"Well, you know that I could never be caught. By anyone. So I think it would be such a terrible waste if I were to meet my end without ever having... been caught..." the vixen said, her voice now breathy for reasons that had nothing to do with exhaustion.
"You really think I would let you go so that you can find a mate? And trust you to return once you have?"
"I don't think I'd have to go very far at all to find a male..." the vixen hinted, her voice taking one a honeyed tone as she met the canines gaze, watching the spark of realization catch behind his eyes. "Your master... he hasn't allowed you to mate, has he?"
"No..." Laelaps admitted, suddenly finding himself short of breath again. And his nose seemed to once again be sniffing for the vixen, trying to catch her scent even though she was right there under him.
"I thought as much. He's worried your pups would take after you. And what would be the point of having the best hound the world has ever seen if you're not the only one to have one? Still, no danger of that happening between us. It wouldn't even be disloyal..." the vixen husked, watching as her words sank slowly into the powerful canine's mind, as the sight and smell of a female so close to him worked its magic elsewhere in his body.
"But you're too... that is I would be too big for... you know..." the dog replied, hesitant even though he could feel parts of him were very eager to give the vixen the boon she'd begged of him.
"Aww, what touching concern! But I think we could work something out..." the vulpine female under him husked before beginning to writhe under him. The soft murrs coming from her muzzle made Laelaps believe she was just enjoying a little stretch, but looking down he could see her form shift and twist subtly as she did.
Fearing some trickery the hound leapt back, but the vixen remained on her back, making curious little noises as her limbs grew longer and thicker, her chest and hips growing wider before his eyes. The nipples along her creamy belly disappeared while the teats on her chest began to swell until they were two soft, fluffy globes, each one with a little patch of bare pink skin in the middle. Her forepaws changed into black-furred hands, and the vixen wasted little time running those over her new body, one that resembled her true form as well as that of a human woman. Or more accurately, given her immaculate proportions, that of a nymph.
The Cadmean vixen made a point of showing off her nubile figure for the hound, but her new shapely thighs had remained closed during her little show. Once she was sure she had all of Laelaps' attention, she placed her feet on the ground, spreading her legs and lifting her hips off the forest floor. The scent of her sex hit the hunting dog even before those new fingers parted the smooth-skinned folds, showing him a glistening vulpine flower, wet and waiting.
His paws moved without his direction, his muzzle getting closer and close to the vulpine honeypot until he could smell nothing but the vixen's sex. He could feel his shaft slipping from its sheath even before he took the first lick, the canine length surging to life as the taste and scent of the vixen made his head swim. He still thought this might be some sort of trick, but instincts other than those that made him a peerless hunter were asserting themselves.
"Mhhh, don't be shy now. I'm your prize, after all..." the metamorphosed fox cooed, flushing the last bit of critical thought from Laelaps mind. She was his prize, and she'd hardly be in any position to run away once they got started.
The hound pushed his muzzle between the smooth-skinned folds, his tongue darting out and going as deep as it could into the steamy vulpine sex before her hymen stopped him. He lapped way eagerly, the female before him moaning as her nectar flowed from her obviously needy sex. He could feel his shaft twitch with every little moan and whimper she let out as he lashed his length both inside her silken tunnel and across the gently blushing labia.
The taste of the vixen was maddening, but rather than sate all it did was stir a new kind of hunger. Pulling his muzzle from the pink cleft between her legs he once again moved over his prey, placing his paws at either side of her chest as he brought his hips closer to the vulpine folds. He could feel the heat of her femininity radiating against his shaft and his hips hunched and began to stab, trying to find the dripping slit and breed the obviously willing female presenting herself for him. One of the vixen's hands rose to stroke his muzzle, a surprisingly tender gesture since they both knew how this encounter would end. Her other hand slid out of sight and Laelaps soon felt the fingers close around his sheath. So tender was her grasp that the hound was tempted to just hump away into her hand, but he forced his hips to stay still long enough for his mate to guide his tip to her waiting lips.
The moment he felt her folds part around his tapered tip he bucked against her, his ears twitching at the sound of her yip as several inches of his shaft sank into her snug sex. Her maidenhead never stood a chance against the hound's prodigious member, and if the panting female under him felt any pain at its tearing it didn't show in her face. With him now firmly wedged between her folds she moved both her hands to his neck, burying her fingers into his fur and dispelling any notion that she'd intended this as a means to escape.
The hound shifted his hind legs a little closer, sinking another couple of inches of hard canine flesh into the whimpering vixen. Instinct took over and soon his hips were moving in a rhythm of their own, plunging his length in and out of his mate and bumping the knot against her straining folds. Her arms wrapped around him, coaxing him until he climbed just a little further along her strange new body, enough to let the thick hard lumps at the base of his cock slip into the sweltering vulpine sex.
Every moan he coaxed from the vixen seemed to spur Laelaps on, the sounds drawing out equal parts instinct and desire as he worked to breed the voluptuous vulpine. It drove away concern which had seemed so out of place considering he'd intended to kill the fox once he'd caught up to her. He'd still have to, of course. The part of him that made him so reliable as a hunter insisted that his prey's life was forfeit, but it was hard to focus on that part of his psyche. So much attention was drained away from heart and mind into the realm of flesh, of moist heat and ecstatic friction. The smell of her was becoming more intense the more the mess grew until the keenest nose in the mortal world could smell nothing else but the rich sweet musk of a vixen in heat.
The same madness that had such a grip on him seemed to be consuming his unlikely mate. Her hands were roaming all over his back, making furrows in the hound's thick fur as she held him close, pressing the vixen's ample bosom against him until the soft, fluffy mounds were flattened against the powerful chest which had allowed Laelaps to catch up with her without collapsing from exhaustion. But he had been exhausted, every last ounce of energy spent on accomplishing the impossible and bringing down the vulpine terror. The hound had no idea where he was drawing strength from now, but he felt tireless, confident that his hips wouldn't stop moving until he'd bred the fox.
He'd been aware of the knot slipping in and out of the vulpine honeypot, pulling out with increasing difficulty and drawing strange noises from the vixen's delicate muzzle. But now he found it hard to push the swelling bulge in, feeling frustration at the thought of failing to sheathe every inch into the russet beauty moaning and gasping after every attempt. She was tight enough around his shaft that part of him wondered if he could fit, but just imagining something that tight and so silky soft wrapped around him woke a desire that would bear no dispute.
"Harder! Push-aaAaaahh!- push it all in..." the fox cried out in tones that would make a nymph blush.
Laelaps could feel the velvety sex shift around him as the vixen's feet rose, her legs lifting as she sought to give him better access to her straining sex. It was encouragement the hound didn't need at this point - nothing short of a titan could have stopped him from doing what instinct insisted he must. His hips were a blur, the staccato of a hard knot hitting soft folds now to rapid for the ear to follow as the hound waited for the moment when feminine flesh would yield to male. He could feel himself getting close, spreading the vixen a little wider, but every time he almost wedged in the sensation of the slippery vulpine cunny hugging his member would cause the already girthy mass to swell.
"Please... breed me, make me yours. It has to... it has to be you..." the vixen husked, the sound of her voice soft and miraculously breaking through the pounding of the hounds heart. The heart Laelaps suspected might give out under unreasonable strain, until suddenly he felt the moment. The same sensation he had when he leapt upon the vixen, a thrill existing out of time. His hips moved, his shaft slid forward, striking the vixen's by now bruised folds and dimpling her sex in. Time seemed to slow, the beats of his heart now far apart as he felt himself pour more force into his thrust, a gush streaming around the swollen knot as it opened the fox further and further. A cry of pain and joy sounded, long and high as the flow of time changed from that of a stream to that of honey. And just then the moment of triumph when half of his knot was in that blissful heat and the gentlest of pushes slipped the rest in.
He lifted his muzzle to howl at the feeling of triumph, but his lungs wouldn't supply one. He was panting desperately, but even the burning in his air-starved lungs seemed distant compared to the sensation of the vixen wrapped mercilessly tight and blissfully soft. He felt his shaft throb with the beats of his heart, a surge gathering in him until it began to flow into the now captive vixen. The sensation of completion, of this final act in their tumultuous mating pushed the fox over, and Laelaps found himself wrapped up in vulpine limbs as well as her sex. He felt his body grow slack, every muscle apart from the steel-hard shaft now stuck firmly between the whimpering vixen's splayed legs.
"My mate... my hound... " she panted, cooing praise as Laelaps sank into slumber.
"My sweet little doggy..." the vixen whispered, grinning widely at the sight of the massive canine resting on her, his breathing and his heart slowing into the sleep of utter exhaustion. Not that it hadn't been tiring for the vixen, all that running and rutting, but her role had been a passive one. A little rest would be enough for her, just long enough for the canine cock to finish its job. _I'll be heavier by the time he's done filling me. Good thing he'll be in no shape to chase me for a while..._she mused, clenching down and sighing at the sensation of her fluttering femininity drawing the seed from the male who'd claimed her. She wondered if it would really take, but if she did wind up pregnant after this she'd merely give Thebes a break until her kits were weaned. It was almost with regret that she pulled herself off the shrinking canine erection before disentangling herself from the still slumbering hound.
"Well you caught me, but I can't be caught, so..." she said, slipping a finger to the mess dripping from her sex before leaving a tiny dab of their combined juices on the hound's nose. "...don't lose my scent, will you?" she teased before falling back to four paws, a shape more suited for a quick dash to safety in the depths of the forest.
It was the first time Laelaps had caught her, but not the only one. The hound seemed driven to expiate the shame of his initial failure, but every time the vixen managed to plea for one last moment of bliss before her life was truly forfeit. Each time she'd spur him on, keeping her sex clenched up in spite of the pain it caused her to have that knot slamming into it. She had to make sure he was utterly drained of strength before she finally let him in and drained him off his seed. And every time Laelaps would drift off, struggling in vain to cling to the waking world as the vixen's whispers and coos sent him to sleep as deftly as Morpheus himself.
He was always upset, the dear thing, and always insisted that he wouldn't fall for his tricks, but the vixen didn't take much notice of that. After all, she'd managed to lure him into her when he hadn't even had a taste of a female. After that first rutting the russet seductress knew he was hooked, and every time he caught her his shaft would peek up even before she made her little suggestion, the plea for her life. To his credit, Laelaps always tried to hold back, to keep an ounce or two of energy in reserve, just enough to keep his eyelids from falling. It took a lot of creativity from the vixen to force him to spend everything he had on her, but she was nothing if not creative.
Words were... too easy. No matter how remarkable he was still a dog, and a male one at that. Dogs adored a shower of praise, and any male was susceptible to having the female he was rutting praise his prowess. She would moan at the speed and ferocity of his thrusts, whimper about how thick and girthy the hard length of canine flesh was... not that she ever lied. In fact, the vixen had to admit that their chases lacked the dread that had characterized the first one. There was an intellectual satisfaction to be had in outwitting the pursing hound, but a more carnal delight in getting caught and coaxing the dog to mount her.
And it only took a few words - sweet or clever - to have those paws wrap around her waist, the strong body to settle on either her back or her chest and for the thick red spire to invade her sex. He was angry with her by now for the ways she tricked him every time, which only served to make her thrusts ferociously frantic. But the form she assumed before every mating could take the rigors of being bred by the greatest hound the world had ever seen with no more than a pleasant soreness, especially once the knot was tugged free. And the vixen had to admit that she enjoyed the ties more than she should. It should be a period of tension as she waited for the canine member to shrink, a time spent wondering if it would do so quickly enough for her to flee. But the mighty, fearsome Laelaps was so adorable when he rested on top of her, especially when he was stretched out on her creamy front with his head pillowed on two lush vulpine mounds.
It had occurred to the vixen that she could always take advantage of the canine's slumber and just kill him, but the idea never went further than that. For one, she didn't feel like she was fated to end the life of the noble hound, and more to the point she thoroughly enjoyed petting and whispering sweet (if teasing) words into his ears as she massaged his trapped length with the stretched walls of her soaked sex. And so every time Laelaps caught her, and yet the Cadmean Vixen remained uncaught, a dilemma for... well, for someone without a vixen's twisted mind and demanding appetites, that's for sure...
*******
"It's nice to know that after centuries of scandal after scandal, you can still find new ways to make me question your judgment..." came the remark. The measured tone it had been delivered in was a harmony of scorn, sarcasm and passive aggression, and the fact that it was directed at the sovereign of Olympus meant its origin could only have been Hera's long, delicate throat.
"I know dear, but it really was the only way..." replied Zeus, all too used to dealing with his wife and queen when she was in this particular mood. "A hound that can't fail to catch his prey chasing prey that can't be caught... Mortal minds aren't meant to grasp situations like that. It would vex and frustrate them. I know Athena coddles these philosopher types but you know my opinion on humans thinking too much..."
"So this was your solution? To 'hide' those two by raising them to the night sky?"
"Oh, don't worry! You know that to mortals anything that high up is just twinkly lights. They'll probably stare up at them and use them to guide their ships, or tell the day of the year, never once realizing that... oh, looks like they're at it again..." remarked the king of the gods, his voice trailing off as he craned his neck, complexly oblivious to the way Hera tossed her imperious head and gracefully stormed away in a huff.