In Heat We Lust
Sitting in solitude, I spy two foxes darting through the forest; female by the appearance of their sleek physique, panicked by the display of their motions. Frantically running across the forest floor and fast approaching my location, I lean forward and kneel low to the ground to avoid detection as I continue watching onward; now noticing them panting quite heavily as they tiredly weave through trees and jump over foliage. One noticeably bigger than the other, I could only assume this were a vixen and her kit escaping some unbeknownst danger. Upon zipping by me, the source of these two fleeing fox's troubles becomes painstakingly clear as the smell that drives the reproduction of all life in the forest invades my nostrils; the calling aroma of an in-season vixen wafting into my snout before flooding down into the back of my mouth and enabling me to actually feel her heating scent flavor on my pallet as it blankets my tongue, the female's beckoning need coats my taste buds in more sweet pheromone essence with every sniff I take. Stuck, hypnotized, I can't help but start salivating; my tongue getting increasingly wet at the thought of having a most delicious female treat, a few drops of saliva promptly fall out of my maw and down onto my right forepaw and quickly cause me to snap out of my sex induced daze. Though the thoughts had started to take a hold of me for a moment, I would never allow them consume me entirely... I would never let the want of sex obscure my rationale! Unlike the rest of the those emotion driven vulpine that run rampant in this forest, lust does not guide my actions! At least, not to the extent it guides theirs... This heating aroma... It was far too potent to be emanating from just one female's sex... And as the two panicked foxes continued to run by, I came to the sudden realization that the smaller fox was no kit at all. With them so close now, I am able to decipher the smell of two distinctly different female scents both interwoven with two uniquely different smelling heats; the two separate pheromones wafting out of their female sexes alone, but convening together within my snout and maw together to create a cocktail of vixen want and need. Experiencing the lusty desire of both these female's bodies at the same time seemed to burn all of my senses; body reacting in turn as it gets read to mate... Finding two heating vulpes together was indeed unusual... When a vixen entered her heat, usually she would find a secluded area for herself to either get away from sex craved males, or to let one hump her. So why then were these two females together? Both stricken with their body's timely craving and in a less than secluded area, just scampering about in the center of the forest...Suddenly I find the thought of two vixens doing naughty things to one another's nether regions clouding my mind as I quickly fall prey to yet another trance; and rolling over onto my side, my left foreleg gingerly moves down between my two lower hind legs as my left forepaw, without my permission, gently begins to rub against my sheath in an attempt to coax the monster from its from its lair; yet just as soon as the bright red beast begins to peek its hungry head, just the tip being exposed, I once more snap out of my lust driven delights to catch myself in the act. Finally looking down, I find my right forepaw now completely doused in my saliva's droplets, and my left forepaw a little sticky from my monster's own slobber.
"Damned..." I mumble in frustration. It's not like I have never experienced the power of a vixen in heat before! Not that I had ever mated with one myself yet... But I HAVE come across the scene many times before; whining, mewling vixens being plowed by their male counterpart as white furred crotches collide and they labor to plant their seed deep within that fertile fox hole. I have fantasized more than once about mounting a female of my very own, but my paw does little to replace the stimulation that those soft and inviting lips of a vixen's vagina promises to provide... Surely there is a treasure of undefinable pleasure buried deep within that mound of feminine flesh, as it's even marked with an 'x' just above; showing us male foxes exactly where to dig with our tools, I might even dig for treasure directly on that 'x' one day, just to see what I find... With my mind flooded with such thoughts of how I longed to explore a vixen's most intimate areas coupled together with enough coaxing from my rough pads, I would always be able to produce a seed of my own; though it would go squirting out every which way in search of fertile ground, only to be wasted on the forest floor; my seed would surely yield no pups when spilled there, no matter how rich the soil may be... But I am not just some feral fox! I am no slave to my emotions like some I have seen! And I have always been able to keep my cool, no matter how 'heated' the situation has been surrounding me! It's just that being assaulted by these two vixens in need at once was just more than any male could take... The sensation is a bit more than overwhelming, to say the least. Attempting my best to push erotic thoughts aside, I spy three more foxes bounding into view who seemed to trailing the first two; all painfully, obviously male evident by the three unsheathed members jerking about and slapping against their lower stomachs and thighs as they chased down the exact same path as the vulnerable vixens, their maleness's stood erect and a bright red contrast to their white furred underbellies; red was the color of warnings throughout the forest, it meant: 'Stay away!' 'Danger!' And the bright sheen of the red their penis's displayed only added to the warning sign that this fleshy throbbing threat posed to a fleeing female. This event was one all too common within this forest... Sex craved males chasing down and mounting less than willing females... With no mate to fend off attackers, a vixen had little other choice than to just run; though this was the first time I have ever witnessed the occurrence before the male had caught up and penetrated his victim; I had always thought it was too late to do anything by that point, but maybe this time, I could actually help! I knew that every second spent outside of those warm sheathy confines would cause those male appendages to become increasingly colder; even despite the warm constant flow of blood pumping through them to keep them stiff. It was dawn now and the sun was starting to leave us, a frigid cold felt coming to fill the forest in its absence. Those chilled members would only spur the male vulpes to run faster, giving them a second wind of sorts and enough energy to obtain that hot and inflamed orifice they sought; slightly engorged vaginal lips that guaranteed warmth and safety from the increasingly cold forest, the encroaching male's tongues remained lolled out and vision obviously blurred by the soon to be realized fantasy of driving their red spears deep into soft, pink feminine flesh. I knew they would catch up eventually. It was inevitable unless someone stopped them. My heart sinks as I watch the smaller vixen fall down and splash into a puddle, her tiny paws slipping from lack of traction; claws struggling to find root in the mushy land as her tiny frame collides with wet dirt, her face and stomach becomes covered in mud as her small body skids to a halt. Making no attempt to get up, she remains in the puddle unmoving as the larger female fox stops her race to turn around and find her fallen friend face down in a mud puddle. Without a moment's hesitation, the bigger vixens then jumps between the small fox and their fast approaching, horny assailants to stand her ground as brave as any fox I have ever seen; In the back of her head she must know how futile fighting back will be though... I can see her visibly shaking, probably trembling from exhaustion and fear of the lewd acts that would surely come to pass. No longer able to remain impartial to the events I see unfurling before me, I rush over to aid the vixen in her last stand before her. Upon reaching her I am met only with a fierce aggression from the distraught fox, and she changes positions to face me and hiss with fur sticking out on end; an expected reaction, to her I was probably just another aroused male who would stop at nothing to use her body.... Not only was I the gender she should be most wary of, but I was also different from any fox she could have encountered before, a freak of vulpine nature that no one would want to approach let alone befriend. You see, I have no crimson orange fur running down my back like a fox should... And I have no trace of it on my face or tail either... The Kitsune gods must have run out of the color when I was born, for you could not find a splotch of it anywhere on my coat. I'm guessing they had plenty of white though, instead of being confined to my chest and under belly, the color covered my entire body, from the beginning of my black nose to the tip of my unusually all white tail. When I wasn't being teased by my pack mates, I was being shunned by them, and I had quickly learned at an early age that I was going to be alone in this unforgiving world; a place in which you are first judged by your appearance, and then never given a second ruling. Someone so obviously different as me stood no chance of living a decent life among the ignorant pack of foxes I had been born into. I knew had to become strong, to learn how depend on myself and myself alone in order to survive. So while my brothers and sisters were play fighting with each other, I was off by myself, honing my hunting skills on forest mice. As they were still suckling on mom's teats, I was off getting my first rabbit kill. And with that lifeless critter in my maw, I trotted away from my home territory without so much as a glance backward. Long since initiated into the lifestyle of a quite lone fox, I have interacted very little with others of my own species. Nevertheless, here I was doing just that, a scowling female vulpine anything but calm as I approach her in one of those rare, 'other fox' meetings. What she saw was some all-white monster fox probably come to rape her, but all I could see was a scared creature in need of protection. And so slowly and without making eye contact with the frightened vulpe, I stand my ground in front of the vixen to assume her role as the buffer between her and her pursuers. With my back to the two females and my claws firmly planted in the ground, I am ready to pounce or counter if needed; hearing tired growls from behind me coming from the untrusting fox I was trying to save and the quiet sound of leaves rustling in front of me. Ears triangulating to pick up the faint shifting of bushes on either side of me as well now, I knew we had already been surrounded by the enemy. With the cracking of a stick, I quickly change positions and turn to face fur and fangs in mid leap, bearing down on me; had this male fox not jumped off that stick he may have landed the attack, but instead I am able to easily sidestep the preeminent strike. Before he is able to firmly place his paws on me or the ground, I launch a body slam into the front side of his chest to send him flipping away. Acting swiftly, I do not hesitate for the follow up attack and run with his tumbling form so that I am there as soon his momentum gives way. Stunned from my attack, the hostile fox lays on the ground, his maleness still in plain sight. Upon entering combat mode his maleness had seemed to go limp, and I watch as it slowly tries to recede back into its furry pouch for safety. But before the male's penis can escape completely, and before he can regain his composure to struggle back, I bite down hard on his member; teeth sinking into his most sensitive of areas. "If you ever hope to have kits, you better take your friends and get of here..." I tell the fox angrily through my teeth as he remains completely at my mercy. Not saying a word in return, I keep my teeth firmly embedded into his phallus and dig both my hind paw's claws into his testicles; preparing myself to tear his genitalia apart from every which way if he doesn't cooperate. "I said..." I go on to say, but seemed that was all the prompting he needed as the captive male fox interrupts me with a whimpered exchange of words between him and his buddies, then nods at me in agreement to leave the females alone while muttering something under his breath about how he 'wanted to have his dick surrounded in soft contracting feminine flesh, not the muzzle of some strange male surrounded by pointy teeth.' Letting the fox's member free of my mouth, I back up slowly and glare at him intimidatingly as he cowers before me. Reaching my previous position I again stand defensively, shielding the exhausted vixens from harm. No longer do I hear any growling emanating towards me from the flustered female, I peek over my shoulder to meet her eyes and find them staring back up at me, her ears flat to her head; I could only guess what was going through her head right now... Turning my gaze back towards her vulpine aggressor, I find him now looking downward and nursing his wounded tool with his forepaws and tongue, rubbing and licking it furiously and probably trying to gain some relief from the pain; his pads tracing over the indentations my sharp teeth left behind as he licks and licks along the length of his member. "Can't you do that somewhere else?" I ask somewhat jokingly. Realizing what it must look like he's doing, the male fox blushes and whines. "I wasn't! I was just..." "Go now! Or he'll eat your dick!" The larger of the two vixens right behind me interrupts and barks in a voice so high pitched and cute that it has a visible effect on the defeated and embarrassed male attacker; causing his limp bruised penis to spring back to life at full attention. "You're not helping..." I mumble quietly under my breath to the vixen who tried to help scare them off. "You heard her, GO!" I growl at the defeated fox attacker; who quickly scrambles to his feet and scurries away with his tail between his legs in response, retreating back into the forest as his two cronies jump out of their hiding places and follow closely behind him, giving me dirty looks as they go. Letting out a sigh of relief, the sudden taste of a fox's maleness assaults my senses, and I immediately start licking the ground in a desperate attempt to get the flavor out of my mouth; an exposed member is too easy a target not to exploit, but it does not come without its consequences... A snout full of sheath and the taste of another of male's musk... Now I've heard that some kinky foxes might do that sort of thing for fun, but as soon as my head was nearing that male's crotch, I started breathing through just my mouth in an attempt to numb my ability to smell; hoping to minimize the intake of the male's fervent flavor. It wasn't until now that I begin to breathe through my nose a bit, only now that the taste of his penis was noticeable... "Bleh!" I complain as I continue to lick the ground and the larger vixen just watches me dumbfounded; her head cocked to the side as I attempt to replace the taste of fox cock with dirt, grass, and whatever else I could find on the forest floor. With a mouth full of ground stuffs and the gross flavor finally lessened, I start to intake oxygen through my nose once again. As my ability to smell turns back on, I am immediately alerted to the scent of yet another unfamiliar being. Looking around for the source of the smell, I spy the little mud covered vixen finally start to shift positions; too tired to get back onto her paws, it seemed as though she had just remained collapsed in the mud during the whole fight, lacking even the strength to wipe the mud out her eyes to see what was going on, she must have just laid there and listened to the going-ons. Having heard the enemy turn tail and run, the small vixen must have guessed all was safe, and I watch as her feeble legs struggle to lift her torso off the ground to stand up and a dainty forepaw finally move to scrape the mud off her eyes to restore her vision; the small vixen being met face to face with yet another very aroused, very male fox, his startling presence causing her to fall backwards into a sitting position as once again she becomes stuck in her puddle of mud. This fourth fox must have been trailing the other three males. He was somewhat smaller than your average fox, and I come to the assumption that being a runt, the other males wouldn't allow him to join their group, so he must have tagged along unknowingly... Now just inches away from the still much smaller than him vixen in heat, he could mount a female and prove his worth to the others; his red rocket exposed and ready to for takeoff, it pulsed as he stood still, anticipating the launch into deep feminine space. 'This male's presence had gone undetected while my nose was out of commission. Dammit... He had gotten so close to that smaller vixen, this is bad...' I think to myself as everyone remains frozen in place, just staring at each other and waiting for someone to make a move; the unknown male eying the small vixen up and down, tongue and tool both dripping liquids, self-lubricating to make passage through the walls they wished to be squeezed deep inside of easier while me and both vixens fearfully watch him. Seemingly too tired to care anymore, the little vixen looked almost as if she was going to pass out and no longer had the will to struggle against horny vulpine. Looking back sleepily at this new male threat with eyes half closed and body covered in dried mud, a new second wet coat is applied to her bottom as she sits in the mucky water and the larger vixen and I both keep a steady leer toward the male as I try to think of a course of action; limited they were with our current positions. Not content to stand still any longer, it was time to act. If I did nothing, this un-consenting vulpine's form would surely be ravished and used... So with that thought in mind, I start my sprint over to where the couple is engaged, only to arrive too late; the male fox quickly picking her up by the nape and bolting away in the opposite direction of me, carrying the small vixen's weakened body in his maw like a mother carrying her defenseless pup as the other vixen and I quickly dash after him in pursuit. 'Although he gotten about a twenty feet head start on us, he'd be carrying extra weight which should slow him down some, and I am sure that soon we'll catch up!' I think to myself as I go bounding after him as fast as my legs will take. Having lost sight of the hostile male fox and the stolen vixen behind some large bushes, it was time to let my nose do the searching. "What!? How!?" I yell as my sniffer tells me that the fox had gone in ten different directions; perhaps that male's musk from earlier was causing it to malfunction?! Sitting down, I stop to think in a puzzled manner, not knowing what to do as the bit slower vixen trailing slightly behind me arrives to where I am. "Can you smell your friend's scent? Because I have the males going off in ten different directions. I'm unfamiliar with her smell and I can't pick up on her heat at all either, the mud must be masking it..." I ask her. "She's this way! Follow me!" The vixen keeps running while talking, not stopping for a second so she can catch up to save her friend; the male had gained some time on us by this point though... And as we pushed onward, I can only fear that the worst has happened... Following closely behind my vixen acquaintance, I was given a most amazing view of her inflamed sex; never have I been this close... While running in front of her a minute ago, I could hardly get a whiff of her sex's scent, but now as I run directly in back of her, it floods my nostrils once more; her heating vulva seeming to warm the air around it and causing my face and groin to become increasingly hotter, blood pumping to my cheeks and hidden organ as I blush and become aroused, my mind quickly spiraling downward as it plays out wicked scenarios once more. Staring in awe, I watch as droplets of female juices come spilling out of her lower hindquarter hole; a few of them splashing onto my face, I couldn't help but think I could stop that leak! I had the proper equipment to plug that hole after all... 'No... No no...' I tell myself. In a desperate attempt to focus on the task at paw, I proceed to breathe through just my maw as I had done earlier, and focus my eyes to the ground with just her hind paws in view. Out of sight and out of sniffer, thoughts of her vagina start to fade away; only to have them turn to reality as my face suddenly smooshes into her rump, the vixen's dripping sex which I tried so hard to forget about now touching me! Her vulva streaking the side of my muzzle with its juices as her soft and glorious behind cushions me as she comes to an abrupt stop. "Sorry!" I cry while blushing and squinting my eyes, just waiting to get yelled at; yet she didn't seem to notice or care, ignoring my apology while sniffing at a random tree trunk. "This is one of the male's scents! Vixy's goes this other way! Come on!" She barks to me before then sprinting away. Finally able to assign a name to the little vixen, the nameless one continues the pursuit as I pause for a moment to examining the stump she had been sniffing. Looking closely, I could see it had been sprayed with urine; multiple threads of fox fur clinging to a dead stick stub coming out of the trunk. The bastard had set up decoys in advanced to throw us off of his trail! The guy was skilled, I'll give him that much... He wasn't just some lightweight trying to get into that troublesome group earlier like I had previously guessed; he must have be an outcast like me, forced into lone fox hood because of his smaller stature. But what he lacked in size he definitely made up for with intuitiveness, probably the only reason why he has survived this long. None of that mattered right now though, when I caught up to him he was dead... With renewed vigor, I dash onward to meet the vixen who had gotten a little ways ahead of me. Quickly catching up to her with my superior male speed, I resume my spot behind the vixen's behind to follow her; eyes glued to her back paws and breathe flowing through my maw only, I try my best to NOT think happy thoughts... Soon we are met with the low rumbling of moving water; the sound growing louder and louder as we run onwards and reach a break in the forest, a large river coming into view. Moving to run alongside the traveling vixen to get a better look, I could see the rushing torrent had carved a path down the center of the grassy meadow, which our paws now pushed against as we leave the forest's dirt floor behind us; a picturesque scene that I knew would change to one of horrors as we approached the center of it, that cunning male fox would have had nowhere else to run once he reached the water's edge, and it was there he would be committing his act most foul. Squinting, I can make out the vague shape of something orange in front of the blue flowing water. Running closer and closer still, the orange figure changes into two foxes; one atop the other... Charging forward to the rescue at full speed now, the vixen I am with remains by my side, somehow managing to match me stride for stride as we dash towards the stolen vixen. Close enough to see them clearly, I watch as her friend Vixy is humped again and again; the larger male above her moving back and forth over the smaller female's form, her tiny frame hunched over with her rump in the air in the typical foxy style mating position. Continuing to close the gap between us, getting closer and closer still, I notice the little vixen's front paws weren't firmly planted in the ground like they normally should be when assuming the submissive mounting position she was in, instead her forelegs went relaxed outwards to either side; it was as if the male had moved her into that position while she was asleep... I could however see Vixy's eyes still slightly open, so she wasn't asleep, probably just exhausted from the day's events, and so much so that she couldn't even manage to hold herself in place as the front portion of her body was pushed repeatedly into the ground by the male who was rocking her body with his. About ten fox tail lengths away now, I can see that he hadn't actually penetrated her yet; thank the Kitsunes! The male's member seems to have just been scraping against her dirt covered tummy or going straight up against her dirt encased butt with every thrust of his crotch, and I watch onward as the tool slowly continues to chip away at the dried mud that is hiding his jewel from him, each stab bringing him that much closer; as he continues to hammer away with his chisel, his masterpiece will soon be revealed... As the last bit of dirt crumbles away from the vixen's vaginal opening, light shining through to illuminate the entrance of Vixy's feminine tunnel, his treasure glistens before him, finally uncovered. Leaning back for his final thrust, the one would most definitely enter the tired female vulpine' form, he was finally going to send his penis to its home away from home, welcome mat or not. Closing my eyes, not seeing if the deed had been done or not, I prepare for a head butt; the vixen beside me catching on and doing likewise as both of our skulls simultaneously slam against the side of the rapist with our combined force, sending his impacted body flying into the river with a loud splash. With Vixy's kitnapper floating downstream, the vixen has finally been relieved of all worries and troubles, the heavy weight on her back quite literally lifted. So why was the small female fox remaining in her submitting pose... Forelegs now tense and straightened with forepaws gripping into the dirt, her rump raised as high as it could possibly go while she waves her tail to and fro enthusiastically...