By the Pool
Ruaidri made a comment on his recent animation (see here https://e621.net/posts/3421486) that inspired this naughty little vignette. It popped out of my head onto the page pretty quick so I thought I'd share it with all of you.
The vixen skirted the edge of the pool furtively. She checked over her shoulder and unwound the towel around her waist before dipping her toes in to test the water.
"Hey there, foxy lady."
The vixen whirled. There, in the shadow of the house, was a dark-furred tod in sunglasses, lounging on an equally dark pool chair. No wonder she hadn't seen him. She straightened and forced herself to laugh. "Foxy lady? That's real original."
He was unphased and sat up in his chair. "What are you doing?"
"Going for a swim."
"It's not your pool," he pointed out. "You could get in a lot of trouble."
"Oh? Will I?" She held her tail straight behind her, ready to spring away.
He shrugged languidly. "Probably not. It's a real nice day and I don't have anyone to share it with. Some company would be nice." He lowered his sunglasses to reveal emerald eyes and winked flirtatiously at her.
The vixen felt her pulse quicken and could not contain the sudden wag in her tail. She quickly reevaluated the tod: handsome and he knew it. He wore nothing but a pair of swim trunks and his tail was curled partially over those trunks as if to draw the eye to them. She took a step closer. "What sort of company did you have in mind?"
He said nothing, just flicked the tip of his tail in a beckoning fashion.
She crept closer still to the handsome stranger, ears pricked, excitement coursing through her veins. A smile crept over the tod's face, and even through the dark lenses, she could tell his eyes were sizing her up. From the smile on his lips, he liked what he saw. So she clambered up onto the chair, straddling his hips. "It is a bit cold out," she said, as an attempt at flirting back. "Maybe a dip in the pool should wait."
"Cold out?" His tone was playful and mocking. "Perhaps if you didn't wear so little..." His hand was on her hip, teasing around the thin strap of her bikini. "A single breeze would chill you to the bone."
The vixen gasped and shivered as the tod's tail, which had been trapped between their hips, pulled away. It brushed directly between her thighs, fur teasing over the thin fabric. After relishing in the experience, she decided to do a tease of her own. "You're one to talk. Your trunks must be so drafty." She ran her claws along his chest and belly and along the band of the trunks before slipping two fingers easily underneath it to brush over his sheath directly. "A cool breeze could sneak right in."
He lifted himself slightly from the chair, enough to bring the tip of his nose to the tip of hers. "Sometimes those breezes can feel very, very nice," he said in a breathy whisper, just before meeting her lips to kiss. And damn was he a good kisser.
She kept her fingers teasing along him until she felt his shaft begin to stiffen and push out. He didn't complain as she drew the waistband of the trunks down so she could wrap her fingers fully about him. And he definitely didn't complain when she pulled the bikini aside to place the tip of his cock right against her sex. There was only a slight pause in the kiss as he took a quick breath from the unexpected forthrightness of the vixen.
The tod's hands were on her hips, gently but insistently pressing down until she relented and happily settled down onto that shaft. The vixen couldn't believe her luck at the size of the shaft within her. She pressed down as low as she could and clenched tight.
The kiss broke. The two foxes just held each other, panting, before they began to fuck in earnest. The vixen started to bounce and grind on the chair, while the tod, unable to thrust well in his half-prone position, opted instead to focus his attentions on her breasts. He lifted her top off to reveal them and held the bouncing orbs to soften the impact of the vixen's eager movements. His thumbs ran in gentle circles around her nipples, sometimes faster, sometimes slower, but always with a focus on her pleasure.
The vixen bit her lip to keep from crying out. She had no idea where these sudden lusts had come from, but she no longer cared. Her hips slammed down into the tod over and over. Her sex was clenching tight and her throat gave a little squeak each time her hips met his. She was already so close. She just needed one more thing to go over the edge.
The tod seemed to sense this and brought his head down to her breasts. He pulled one nipple in between his lips and gave it a single, quick tug. The burst of painful pleasure sent sparks through the vixen's mind, which traveled down her quivering shoulders, her shaking spine, and finally blossomed into an orgasm at her hips.
She panted, sated, but the tod still wanted more. He slipped out from under her and reversed their positions so he could be on top. His thrusts were deep and hard and shook her entire body. It wasn't as good as the sex or orgasm before, but it sustained the pleasure of her climax until he was finished.
The somewhat cheap chair they were both on began to creak dangerously as he got closer. He snorted from the exertion and buried himself deep in her. He clutched tightly to her and the chair all at once and then she finally felt his shaft leap as his orgasm hit, filling her with spurt after spurt of warm seed.
He withdrew his shaft but left it atop her hips, the last of his cum drooling out into her fur. They each panted and stared into one another's eyes with a daring grin.
"Hey, you!"
Both foxes' heads whipped around. Standing at the back door to the house was an angry looking bear. He was shaking his fist and yelling about his pool.
The vixen, stunned, stared dumbly at the tod. "This isn't your place?" she hissed out.
He gave her a rakish grin and took her hand. "Come on," he said, as he pulled her towards the rear fence to escape the wrath of the bear. "I know a place with a great hot tub two blocks down."