A perfectly normal day in the woods
#11 of Fantasy Stuff
For a creature being actively hunted, the fox was moving at a rather leisurely pace through the forest. He passed into the sunlight of a clearing, taking a moment to soak the sun into his fuzzy red fur and sniff at the breeze. The only concern he showed for his pursuers was a brief backward glance of his sharp face and a twitch of his fluffy tail before he continued onward.
Two gigantic timber wolves were just then circling around either side of the clearing, staying inside the tree line. A glimpse of gray fur in between the trees as they moved swift and silent. Recently departed from their pack, a male and female who had come down this way with the intent of starting their own. At the moment they were set on having a small morning snack.
From beneath a tree root made fuzzy with moss, a set of golden eyes watched the fox. He trotted, still oblivious, toward the bank of a pond. He crawled through a hollow log, but when he came out the other side his paws were now gloved in black rather than white. He passed behind a bush briefly and emerged with a different array of highlights. Each time the fox passed out of sight similar alterations would be made to his appearance.
It would give lesser creatures pause, but the alpha hunter wasn't phased. A wolf of his size and ferocity had very little to fear in the woods. The fox he could dispatch with a single swipe or split in two with a click of the teeth. He sensed his mate closing in about the time that the fox bowed to lap up some water from the pond.
In the dirt was one of the fox's pawprints. A massive, clawed paw came down with just one toe pressing the print into a crater. The male wolf moved into position placing the fox between him and the water. The fox's ear twitched and it looked up, turning to face the looming monster. The female wolf appeared from another angle, making any route of escape impossible.
The male wolf's muzzle split into a sharp grimace. Yet bizarrely, the fox did not seem phased. He titled his head as if merely curious. Then his rear end lowered while his forepaws extended as if stretching. The fox sprung upward, in a trademark fox hop directly forward.
As soon as the fox's forepaws hit the ground, a kaleidoscoping wave of energy blasted out from it. A ring expanded outward wherein reality itself briefly twisted and contorted as it shone with colors never meant to be seen by mundane creatures. The distortions washed over both the wolves as if static played across their bodies, and then swept off through the twisting trees before dissipating.
Reality snapped back to normal, though not for all of those present.
Where the male wolf stood was now a statue of solid ice, no longer snarling but with its tail tucked between its legs and ears pinned. It was safe to say he had just enough time to regret underestimating the fox. Meanwhile the wolfess was not entirely wolf anymore. She was still the same size and with the same lupine features but had taken on the orange and white colors of a fox. Additionally, her teats had swollen to gigantic size. They now hung so large that she had to stand awkwardly with her rear legs spread wide, the erect nipples nearly touching the grass.
The fox was delighted with this outcome. He trotted over to the frozen wolf and hiked up his leg. Taking a whizz that melted right through one of the legs. He scurried out of the way as the statue's other ankles cracked with the shifting of weight and it toppled over, breaking off the legs and nuts. It was already quickly melting in the warm afternoon climate.
That left him alone with the newly minted vixen. She wasn't quite aggrieved as one would think. It wasn't just her fur color transformed, but her instincts as well. Wolves were not her concern, nor the broken hunk of ice that had once been her mate. And that little stud of a fox had just dispatched the most dangerous predator in the woods.
Looking rather smug, he trotted over to her with his plump nuts swaying back and forth. She lay down on the grass, her hindquarters riding the bulge of her tits and propping her pussy up to just about the perfect height. His tongue slid over her as he took a taste. Meanwhile, his cock was expanding and sliding between her tits. It didn't stop growing. Somehow, the shaft throbbing between her tits was larger than her unfortunate former mate. She was wagging her tail furiously, and gave a yelp as his tongue peeked inside her pussy.
Thankfully he mounted her, rear paws clawing at the grass as he pushed his throbbing cock in between the soft folds. The fox hugged the wide birthing hips, clenching on hard as he started to thrust into the vixen's warm wetness. His knot kneaded the sensitive pussy lips with each thrust and the vixen's tongue lolled out as she was overcome with pleasure that she had not thus far experienced.
Her fluids squirted out in various directions around the fatness of the shaft each time he thrust entirely into her. His knot started to dip further in as he tensed up, tail sticking straight out such was his concentration. He started to completely knot her before yanking himself out and thrusting inside again just as hard. The vigorous fluff ball was driving her to madness, as her claws raked the ground.
His knot brought her to a howling orgasm and with a final powerful thrust he buried himself entirely in her and released his seed. The first spasm filled her womb, while the second, third and fourth splattered out in thick ropes that splashed her hindquarters and ran warmly down the back of her rearmost teats.
The fox wasn't in a rush. The vixen would experience more orgasms in the afternoon than she had during her entire life beforehand. If she wasn't in love before, she was absolutely devoted now. Her body would be well prepared to nourish the huge litter he planted. With a fertile, willing vixen and his unique talents the fox would spread his seed far and wide with the amount of offspring they would go on to produce. The forest would become a rather interesting place with all the chaos foxes running around.