Fox and Wolf: The Village Fair: Market Day
Fox and Wolf: The Village Fair
A story about a fox and a wolf who find true romance on Market Day at the Village Fair. With commentary from the storytellers included for a more personal experience!
(4:06:12 PM) sami: DX WRITE WITH MEH DX
(4:08:09 PM) sclariqrevk: "THE LITTLE SAMMEH WENT DOWN TO THE VILLAGE WHEN SUDDENLY A WILD WOLF HAD ITS WAY WITH HIM"
A collaboration between sami and sclariqrevk.
(Commentary from the storyteller included in blue. As always, any similarity to actual fursons, places, and events is coincidental; the authors do not condone the activities below, etc etc etc. Comments and critiques are welcome. Thank y)
"CHAPTER ONE: FOX IN THE FOREST"
Little Sammeh panted and whined as his friend and closest companion humped and thrusted in the foxes' tight tush. Finally tying, the bear-sized Great Dane barked out its pleasure as it squirted jet after jet of watery feral semen into the innocent fox.
They were tied for what seemed like hours, and the fox flailed around from the incredible pleasure of the bulging knot throbbing against his oversensitive foxstrate.
But the woods were not just for the fox and his playmate. A big bad wolf lurked in the shadows of the forest, one heavily clawed paw slowly working up and down his throbbing white and pink shaft as he drooled pre. but the paw wasn't enough.
As the herding dog finally took its pleasure from the fox, who was hanging, tail high, from the other's sheath for a good long while, the vulpine slipped to the sandy grass and lay breathing hard, his slender shaft twitching, flicking dew this way and that in the dappled sunlight as he rolled over onto his back.
'Dakka," the fox gasped to his pet love, and the dog looked up from where he was staring, ears flatted against his head, into the bushes. The dog did not really belong to the fox, and the fox did not really belong to the dog, but both fur and feral seemed to belong together, having both blossomed from adolescence the same spring. But whether dog belonged to fox or fox belonged to dog did not matter to the two.
The reclining fox shiverred as his canine companion ran back up to him, long flat tongue lapping across his fur and chest, tickling the fox. The two hugged for a moment almost innocently--except for both of their bulging shafts dripping pre freely onto the smaller, reclining vulpine. As the foxes and feral's neck touched, both furs shivered and sighed.
Finally the fox rose, for today was a special day, Market Day, and he had to go to the Village "Town," which rested at the base of the valley beyond the forest. He leaned down, tail swishing left and right, and dark eyes watched from the shadows as he carefully picked up his cloak from where he'd folded it before the wild copulation with his life long companion.
"CHAPTER TWO: THE EDGE OF THE FOREST"
The fox brushed some of the leaves and grass out of his fur as he reached the edge of the forest. He could see for miles with the sky so clear, and gawked at the brightly colored clothing the furs at the town fair wore, far below.
His paw slowly drifted across his chest as he looked at the brightly colored dots, touching those soft hard pips in his luxurious coat, brushing across his fox nipples and his soft fox fur and then almost, --almost-- brushing his sheath-----
But then the wind changed and a faint scent made the foxes' hackles rise. An odd, rusty scent. Like blood? Or musk?
What was it?
His nose twitched, trying to identify it, but failed, and there was a sudden rustle behind him. He began to turn.
The wolf cursed to himself with a muffled growl and dashed to one side to escape the foxes scent. He had been stalking the vulpine for hours, every minute an exquisite torture, listening to his soft tuneless hum, staring all his senses alight like fire as he saw the vulpine's tail swishing high as he walked in that half skip half shuffle that the cum slowly dripping from under his tail and down his leg explained
Seeing nothing, the vulpine turned about again, at the bright world ahead of him, the green hills cut by a brilliant sparkling blue line that headed across from the mountains in the west. The fox would need to take a bath before he went into the town, especially because his cloak, folded, would not dry quickly, and he could not risk staining its translucent pale blue embroidery with watery feral dog cum before reaching the festival.
So, the fox carefully picked his way down the side of the hill, not directly towards the town, but towards where the blue line cut closest, towards the wide spread arms of the weeping willows, who rustled in the gentle wind.
Having found his pleasure, Dakka had run back to the other side of the forest, to care for the sheep he had left to graze, to guard them from any wolves that might be lurking.
But he did not know that the wolf that was lurking was really the one stalking his friend, not master, for what kind of master lifts tail and takes your seed within?
Certainly not a fox could be Master.
But the dog felt some kinship to the vulpine especially because having taken so much seed and so much time on his knees with his tail raised high to his friend the dog, Sammeh smelled strongly of both canine and vulpine arousal almost all the time.
As he thought such things his tail waved back and forth, and leaving the far edge of the forest he returned to the flock, nipping at the ewes' heels and gathering them back together from the spread they had wandered while he was busy with his mating.
"CHAPTER THREE: ON THE BANKS OF THE RIVER SLYVEL~"
The fox made his way slow to the edge of the water, setting down his folded cloak. He slowly reached out, touched the mirror bright surface with a claw, and shivered. It was COLD.
But he had to go in, so he made a jump for it.
SPLASH!
Little did he know that with the wind changed, the wolf was stalking him upstream, padding on the edge of the water. On all four paws the feral beast's shoulder rode much as high as the foxes' when standing though underneath its long thick dick was so big that its tip nearly brushed the sand on the river's bank.
Then noticing the air start to shift, eying the fresh water, into the river too the wolf had slipped, to hide its scent from the fox. The feral shivered with the cold, too, but his heat burned so strong inside that the rush of the liquid across his cock did not make it extinguish, but only pulse harder. The wolf beast dug its huge claws into the bed of the river, and staring at the fox touch his claw to the water and retreat, was surprised to see the vulpine jump into the water just below him.
(4:23:45 PM) sami: Why was he surprised, sclariqrevk =O ?
(4:24:03 PM) sami: Because he did not think such a slight thing could possibly survive being in the water. Water so cold, so deep O:
And his thick cock throbbed three times, squirting long blobs of wolf pre; liquid musk so strong it could make eyes water, the clear fluid could still be seen in floating along like a jellyfish strand, as the wolf spurted it down into the pure, fresh river water.
A bend and a curve farther below, and two shakes of a lamb's tail later, the fox, shivering, paws either side of his tail, pads working his sore pucker, suddenly felt warmer.
Sammeh the fox felt warmer, as the thick pre the wolf had squirted floating down the river washed over his fur and soaked into it marking the fox with its invisible feral musk, the pheromones claiming the fur as good as wrist thick sabre sharp canines digging into his shoulder, back arching body shaking wolf peaking squirting a quart of thick feral seed into the slender vulpine ever could.
The pheromones washed over the fox who tried to wash himself, but the water was so cold and the pre so dilute, the fox noticed nothing at first.
He sputtered and splattered and jumped out of the water, shaking, sheath small and fur flat on his body. He looked almost as thin as a ferret.
(4:27:50 PM) sami: So what do you think happened, fox sunning himself in the afternoon heat. Fur slowly drying, but thick pre soaking in even deeper and maturing under the sun's rays? :O
(4:28:10 PM) sclariqrevk: I think he got raped O:
(4:28:14 PM) sami: Yeah DX
(4:28:18 PM) sami: but he didn't just get raped :O
(4:28:20 PM) sami: nosiree :O
(4:28:42 PM) sami: As the story continues ~ sclari will hear---
"CHAPTER FOUR: A WILD WOLF TEN STEPS BEHIND"
Now Sammeh was cursed by arousal, and even the lightest touch of the wind made his body burn with lust. He struggled to contain his lust, panting with his muzzle open, the fox rocking back and forth on the balls of his paws, slowly opening his cloak, his tip lipsticking shamelessly. He would have to close it before he reached the market, but the wind flowing through his fur, blowing up through his hood to tickle his nose made it so hard to think.
And the huge hulking wolf followed him just out of sight.
As the fox grew closer to the edge of the village, the animals at the town fair started and ran as the fox got close; horses bolting one way, cows stampeding another, nearly clearing their pens as the half insensible fox stumbled along the footpath, cloak hanging open, his slender length hanging too, a pearl of pre growing at its tip, and stretching. And the wolf grew closer, and closer.
And as the wind blew, big scary dogs guarding their masters hovels began to whine like puppies and laying on their backs in submission as the fox approached. But Sammeh saw nothing, and the huge hulking wolf followed ten paces behind, its eyes glowing as it stared at the fox, seeing not the village it was padding directly into.
That little fox heard a ruckus up ahead, and it managed to break through the haze that filled his head. He heard cries for help, and he rounded the final bend, into the town square, where the steeple rose and Chrost Fox had died for all their sins. There were white robed drakes there, surrounding a scared looking feline wearing nice clothes.
He stopped and stared at the brigands from beating the town vicar, the biggest facing away from him.
"Give us all of the offerings or you'll see what hell tastes like, little puss!" The biggest drake was shouting, raising a horned fist to punch the holy man.
But as the fox stepped closer, the wolf followed just behind, and the brigands' horses bolted, their master's assistants turning to see what had happened.
They stood in terror staring at the slender fox as he pointed and said "STOP RIGHT NOW OR ELSE!" The fox yipping loudly, his paw glimmering in the light.
And also glimmering, his fully raging sword, unsheathed, the bead having grown to a pearl, and the pearl breaking and trailing down its length like an icing as the foxes tail swished high left and right behind him.
And the brigands screamed, and ran!
"CHAPTER FIVE: THE REASON"
But what made them freeze and run was neither of these things, and their master turned too, as he saw the vicar's eyes widen in horror.
For just behind the fox the huge wolf, crazed with heat, lifted his saliva dripping jaws and barked angrily at the moonlit sky, and charged!
And as the brigands fled in terror and the vicar and all the townspeople looked on in horror....
(4:30:28 PM) sami: and >_> that fox <_< got raped
(4:30:29 PM) sami: >_> yea
(4:30:36 PM) sami: that's the <_< conclusion of the story >_>
(4:31:12 PM) sclariqrevk: @_@
His thin cloak, open to the air, as the wolf's claws came down either side of him, bowling him over, the wolf's huge member nearly the size of the foxes' own tail. And the feral drove its hips forwards, a faint cry underneath him interrupted with a choking yiff of lust halfway through, as the wolf completed the fox, even the tip of his bulging member enough to match the foxes' hole as a key matches its lock.
Nothing with Dakka could have compared to the perfection of that mounting moment, and Sammeh rocked back and forth in an endless circle of bliss, moaning and yiffing, blushing and swishing, as the wolf's heavy chest hugged his back, paws nearly the size of his head either side of his petit ones, splatters of mud splashing up on him as his beautiful cloak tore and ripped until it was merely rags.
Nothing the wolf could have dreamed equaled the perfection he found within the sinful fox, the innocence he plundered a heaven that only the willing could share, for as the foxes' body writhed on all fours under his he knew in his heart that he had found his perfect mate.
The two copulated for hours in that square, the wolf and fox together climaxing again and again as the townsfurs screamed in terror and fled one by one, a scant brave few staying and staring at the sight, shuddering from fear.
The two rocked back and forth as the wolf's melon sized orbs squirted quarts of cum so thick that even cream--- Nay, even butter would be less thick than----
(4:32:11 PM) sclariqrevk: is that refrigerated butter or melted butter O:
(4:32:27 PM) sami: melted butter
(4:32:39 PM) sami: refrigerated butter would in fact be thicker than the cum that the wolf filled the fox with :O
(4:32:43 PM) sami: but
(4:32:44 PM) sami: only
(4:32:45 PM) sami: barely :O
----than what filled the fox.
In fact there was so much that even the small amount that escaped the fox with each mating spread and covered the bottom of the puddles in the town square and made the muddy water there look white as milk and all the furs born in that village that year had dicks, even the girls.
But that's another story, for another time.
However, that is not all. After all was said and done, the pair disappeared as mysteriously as they had come. No one villager remained to see the end of the mating, for all had fled.
The fox was never seen again, and neither was the wolf, but every spring the villages all around heard the bone-chilling howl and faint yiff yiff yiff of the two lovers fucking wherever they might hide.
And the animals that were killed had two sets of marks: bull wolf tusk marks and also delicate knife and fork marks from where the fox had eaten too.
THE END (8-31-2010 to 9-1-2010)
(4:37:59 PM) sclariqrevk: XD!!!
(4:38:04 PM) sclariqrevk: omg
(4:38:05 PM) sclariqrevk: *highpaw*
(4:38:18 PM) sami: *highpaw*