{"sf1_id":2113748,"sf2_id":"pnGEWz6e","title":"Tail, Language, Show, Don't tell!","author":"Forlore","words":957,"posted_at":"2024-03-11T21:12:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Cum","Fox","Gay","Knot","Knotting","Rhyme","Short","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2113748-tail-language-show-don-t-tell","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/pnGEWz6e","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/ae/4c/ae4cfb48-5647-4cd0-91c1-ce0498502acd","description":"Edited and reformatted this short rhyme thing. I haven't had the peace of mind to continue, and therefore I don't want to set expectations for more right now! But I am slowly starting to write again :3 Oh, I miss the ERP days lol.","content":"_ **A study on behaviour, fulfilling and sweet.** _   \n**_A Lifetime measured in moments looking._**  \n_ **A waiting to meet.** _\n\nIn between the isles of the D'hole foods market, a white fox did bob and weave.   \nThrough the thrumming cacophony of scale, fur and skin; such a pet-peeve.   \nFuturistic hunters preying on the bottles, packages and sacks.   \nIn concrete canyons they stalk. Hunting grounds of stone, steel and cold, mottled, rock.  \nThis is how we forage now, natural world left silent, aghast and in shock.\n\nInside, the fox's inner world a brimming wilderness. Slight glance betraying the wandering heart.   \nTurning the corner, again on the prowl. Approaching what he covets, eyes on the prize.   \nA blur of darkened fur… left the fox in sighs\n\n_I bet you've also met someone like this before,   \nmaybe nearby... in your favorite store?_\n\nFox's muzzle raising slightly, he couldn't resist locking eyes. Heartbeat quickening in response.   \nHaving looked into those depths, left the fox in sizzling thoughts.   \nA slight smile spreading, wolf tail looked like it wagged!   \nHe could feel his fur raising, bristly and al jagged.  \n  \n_Fox eyes left to wonder, mind to wander ...moving to meet again._\n\nAnother day, another path, though hearts led astray seem to always come back, to find a way.   \nReturning to the market, white fox stalked again.   \nAnd the wolf was there, scanning the rows for what was in store.   \nThe wolf saw him, and he wanted more. A brief glance, and then lingering too.   \nThe fox blushed on que, pretending to reach. Tail raising slightly, just for the view~   \nGlimpsing with sly eyes from over his shoulders anew.   \nThe wolf was looking, muzzle tilted, askew.\n\nSatisfied and with a smug shrug, the fox again walked by.   \nPassing the wolf with mischievous smile, muzzle turned up oh so slightly towards the sky.   \n  \n_Wolf eyes left to wander, mind left to wonder. He'd move to meet again._\n\nIt was some days later, white fox in no rush, just taking his sweet time with handle and brush.   \nTail looking splendid, all poofy and bold.   \nBlack tip, dipstick, painting his body towards an image made just for wolf.   \nHe knew it from the slight glances ...the hungry looks that _never_ got old.\n\nFluffing up his haunches, bristling his fur, yes he needed to return.   \nTo the store wherein he yearned, for that ever night and dark fur.   \nWith a slip of paper in paw, a sleight of hand, the wolf received a note embellished and bend.   \nTo meet somewhere under full moon, all silvery bright. Roving his muzzle up, he looked on in delight.   \nFox's tail waving sultry at him ...slowly out of sight.\n\nChasing tail was not usually his game, though for the magical fox he'd had have to make a change.   \nKeeping that white furred rump tightly in frame, he panted and whined.   \nPointy ears poking profusely, searching for that foxy kind.\n\nAnd so, the eclipse of their time calling encore, the wolf found himself standing before a fox's door.   \nThere was time for play…but he had a serious need.   \nBecause he really wanted to stuff a certain white furred being, full with his seed.\n\nOld life forgotten, entering\u0026nbsp;world unknown.   \nThe fox opened the portal, setting ajar that what was previously unseen.   \nWolf moved into the home, to atone, for his wanton lust sure had shown.   \nAimed towards fox it had shone… and for the white furred creature he had saved up his bone.   \nThe evening still young and foremost, white fox danced around him, first denying his claim.   \n_Fox butt_, the wolf yet maintained, he had come to take, and so he resolutely proclaimed.\n\nFlirtatious fox pretended to know nothing of this matter, waving his tail, so very sultry, while he explained.   \nWolf was invited just for banter, talking books and topics of yore!\n\nAnd the fox did adore, the wolf dismissing his narrative and confidently strode towards his amour.   \nVulpine slowly gave in, all giggle and mirth. He would soon turn to whimper, shyly eyeing the wolf's girth.   \nNow in the bedroom, even while dimly lit, left nothing obscured. The outlier of desire coming sharply into view.   \nRemaining clothes departed, on the ground they were left strewn.\n\nIn a last vain attempt to sway the wolf from pouncing, the fox had no choice but to lay.   \nHis rear raised, uncovered, and fluffy tail send astray… it was time to give the wolf his pay.   \nThey _really_\u0026nbsp;fucked like animals. Maybe needless to say.\n\nYips rhythmic into thrusts and panting tongue… oh, this wolf surely was hung.\n\nTight fox first did not easily relent, eliciting growls and barks.   \nMeanwhile the lupine's top tempo upped up, and up, ...until he was spent.   \nGrinding that lovely knot securely in place, making sure the fox would not escape.   \nScruffy fur bitten… the vulpine kept down, the big bad wolf urged on, to bring his full length into fox shape.\n\nAt a fickle moment, just before nervous sighs, the fox moaned loudly in truth; he could no longer deny.   \nAs the wolf found purchase, hilting him in a final frantic display.   \nHips thrusting wildly, paws holding fast, shaft now pulsing lewdly… on and on and on.\n\nThey were both left panting softly, wolf snugly curled into fox.   \nKnotted shaft, stuck, spraying and spurting, filling him with that sticky love.   \nDeep into the night remaining, the wolf softly kept on straining.   \nFeeling the fox's tight insides around him, keeping him in constant entertaining.\n\nSlowly, slowly, they slowed down. That stuffy hugging in rutted breeding.   \n  \n_They cozily dozed away, into dreams far off, over fur and fuzzy feeling._\n\n* * *\n**Comments are very welcome, to improve my writing or to show me what you think! ^\\_^**  \n\n* * *"}