Typical Vixen Passions
So, I wanted to write something. To decide on a topic, I took a list of all of my favorite kinks (all 94 of them) and picked 3 at random to make a story out of. I picked "Dirty Talking", "Masturbation" and "Breast Smothering". This is what I came up with.
It's not all that great, yeah. A little short. I hope it to be an initiator for more writing though. I don't expect much of this.
Typical Vixen Passions
Another day in the books. A simple glance out the window confirmed that dusk had long since fallen, and it was time for bed. I usually stayed up late every night, and that night was no different. It was already well past midnight. As a fox, I never really had a problem with staying up late. I did it almost nightly, although I had enough control to go to bed when needed. The night was just too tempting, and the mornings in turn were my arch nemeses.
I flopped down into my bed and wiggle right under the covers. My long, fluffy pink tail poked out of the blanket as I nestled my head into my pillow. I glanced over to one side of my pink bed and smiled upon sight of my small set of plushies. Yes, although I was like twenty years old and all, I still kept some snuggly animals just to keep close at night. No one would know right? It was just my little secret.
That night, I chose my larger fox plushy, which was one of my favorites. I had some felines and wolves too, but usually I treated one better than the others. I pulled the opposing fox, much more lifeless than myself, up against my pink and white body, pressing him right into my chest and under my neck. The soft, malleable plush was always such a soothing presence, even if it could not talk or move on its own. Just feeling something pressing on her form like this is a relief, a replacement for a lover-to-be.
Wearing a soft, comfortable light pink tank top and fluffy pink pajama pants, I held my darling plush against the white bosom shown out of my top. I glanced down at him and saw his little muzzle pointing upwards while nestled in my fur right on top of my breasts. He looked so cute, like a little pet or child pressed right into my bosom. Before I truly knew what I was doing, I asked the fox plush out loud in a soft whisper, "You like it there, don't you?"
Obviously, he couldn't reply, but my vivid imagination could see him nodding innocently back at her. I had quite a free flowing mind. I often found myself talking to my plushies, changing moods quickly and falling into daydreams. I stuck my tongue out at the bosom nested plush, then leaned down to give his button nose a little kiss. My white paws drew him closer against my chest, pressing him into the cleavage. My breasts were fluffy, white and large, almost overflowing my paws whenever I'd hold them. They were quite impressive mounds indeed.
"Hm, my foxy just loves my boobies doesn't he?" I teased my plush as I rolled onto my back, keeping him right on my chest. His legs sprawled out over my body from my thighs up to my shoulders, not including his tail that slipped down my legs. My breasts actually divided around him, nesting him right in the cleavage. What a cutie he was! I stroked him with my paw and nuzzled right at his head. My mind began to wander as loosely as usual, wondering what else a cute fox might like.
As a vixen, I always felt my actions occurred before clearing my head. I just had little restraint, especially on my own. Here was no different. My paws move from the fox plush directly to my wholesome breasts. With the curiosity of a cat, I push the soft mammaries around the plush, squeezing him between them. His body scrunched between the breasts, making me giggle more. "That's nice and comfy huh?" Lightly, I rubbed my breasts against him, rolling the large mounds such that they circled into him like a massage.
Playing with my breasts like this was just expanding my imagination. I grabbed my fox and turned around, then pinned him onto my pillow. "Here then, have some more." With a mischievous smirk, I forcefully pushed my busty chest down on him. He was crushed between the pillow and my own soft cushions. I could only see his ears poke out from my cleavage as I wiggled my chest so he was buried further against them. Oh, I felt so bold and dominant, completely overwhelming my fox with just my boobs.
I completely forgot about sleep now. I kicked my covers aside as I rubbed my breasts up and down on the fox. I felt his pointy nose nudge up between them, sliding over my curvy orbs occasionally. "Hmm, they're so big fox. You must be so warm down there." I murred a bit as my playful nature was coming into full view. "Here, let's get those big puppies out for you." With that, my paws were already on the straps of my top. I was never one to like being constrained; therefore, this was no big deal at all. Just to tease the inanimate plush, I took my time sliding the straps down, slowly showing off more and more of my breasts until they finally splashed out and flopped on top of him like a pair of beanbags.
I couldn't hold back a seductive giggle as my white, busty boobs just pinned the little foxy down. Now I could feel his fur directly on my breasts, especially on my pink nipples. It actually felt pretty nice and encouraged me to rub my breasts at him more just to feel his fur glide over my nips. With my chest now bear, my mind wandered, thinking of how nice it would be to have a mate in bed right now; alas, the fox would have to do.
"Hmmm, you're a cute fox." I told him as I sat up, my breasts wobbling without restraint. "I bet you'd make such a nice lover, especially for a sweet vixen like me." I seductively arched my body towards him, lightly nudging my breasts at his nose. Now, some obvious warmth was rising in my thighs, just imaging a strong, sexy male on this pillow instead. Gosh, I had such a loose libido.... but, what harm would it be to just play a little? No night would be perfect without some intimacy...
The poor, innocent fox was my victim, but I imagined he loved it the whole time. I arched my body such that my curvy hips swayed behind me. I felt pretty sexy with my form curved like this, and that only fueled the growing heat in my loins. With one paw, I caressed the plush's cheek. My eyes narrowed lovingly before I leaned in and kisses his lips like a lover. Obviously he didn't respond, but it didn't matter. My lips rubbed right at his own, feeling only soft fur which was matted by my saliva.
Everything was getting hot quickly, as if a switch had been turned on. Just a minute ago I had been playfully smothering my plush, and now I was clearly getting horny for him. Darn hormones. My other paw slid like a drone down my body to my hips. It lightly rubbed over my round rump as if the fox was touching me there. "Oohh, foxy..." I murred to him between loving kisses, feeling my paw move tenderly over my butt and down to my thighs. "You're so naughty..."
It didn't take much longer for my paw to press right between my legs. I felt the fluffy pajama pants rub directly over my now wet nether lips. I fidgeted a bit as the sensation of sexual pleasure entered my nerves. "Aahh, yes, touch me fox..." I rub a couple fingers along my clothed groin, pressing into my mound and massaging back and forth. I can feel a wet stain forming on the pants, which just feels kinkier. My lips continued to pamper my fox with kisses, soon pressing them down at his neck and even tracing my tongue over him, feeling his fur push back.
I couldn't take the teasing anymore. I was fully in my fantasies now. My paw grabbed my pants and pulled them over my pink ass, letting it wiggle out in the open air. My fingers quickly moved back to my wet, anxious pussy and rubbed along the outer folds. "Hmm! Yes, I want you fox!" I moaned lightly, still imagining him doing this fingering. My eyes closed firmly, but I kept nuzzling and kissing at him. My fingers were already getting soaked in my nectar, dripping wetness onto my bed. I was hot as an oven now, my tail wagging all over.
With cheeks flushed red, ears burning hot, and thighs aching for attention, I followed my lust and buried my fingers right into my pussy. "Aah!" I moaned out as the fingers spread my tight lips out and sunk into me, filling my hungry crevice. The fingers didn't stay still long as I began to ravish them back and forth, rutting my horny pussy. Pleasure flowed through my nerves, feeding my never ending sex drive. My other paw gripped my fox tightly as I bore my muzzle into his soft neck.
"Oh god! You make me so hot foxy! Pleeeease, I need more..." I panted as I continued to talk to him in a seductive, lustful tone, not too loudly. My fingers made my body lurch back and forth a bit; thus, my breasts bounced some. Their size made them perky and suspect to constant wobbles. These fingers were satiating my itching heat. As the pleasure just increased, I even began to nip and bite at my plush around his neck, growling softly.
Being a vixen has its ups and downs, including the uncontrollable lust. My scent was fluttering around now, but my mind was already clouded with desires. I felt like a feral beast, a vixen wanting to mate and screw like a mad girl. I was so horny for my fox now, but my fingers started to lose their effect. As I pounded them in and out of my sopping wet cunny, the intensity of the pleasure died over time. I needed more... I was a hungry, horny vixen, and I needed to be stuffed.
What options did I have? I quickly looked at my fox with narrowed, lustful eyes. "Hmm, come on fox. Fuck me, you naughty thing." I didn't even think twice, since I couldn't think at all, as I grabbed my plush's tail. The tail was rather fluffy, but it was thick and a good half a foot or so long. That would be good enough. "Your vixen needs it..." I plead to him as I pulled his tail towards my thighs. This dragged him down from my face, but my other paw kept caressing him against my chest. Those familiar breasts just encapsulated him once more.
The fox tail felt weird at first. Its bushy texture irritated my sensitive flesh, but it was soon matted down when the tail was fit into my lips. I growled again as the tail was worked into my pussy, fitting in pretty. It wasn't as hard as a true fox cock, but it would do. My paw gripped it at its base to hold it steady until almost all of it fit into me. Oh yes, this was a lot better than fingers because this satisfied the need to be filled.
My hot cum drooled from my thighs as I began to masturbate furiously with the tail. I cared little for the fact that my cum was soaking the fur, or that my plush was being rutted. "Oh yes! You're such a stud! Fuck me!" I moaned deeply and arched my body more. The tail was clenched and squeezed by my spongy, oozing pussy as it was thrust like a dildo. This toy was soft, and every time it hit the walls of my pussy it would scrunch up. This felt both irritating and amazing at the same time.
I felt like such a naughty slut, masturbating with my plush, but I truly did not care. It felt so invigorating to let loose and just enjoy it. I rammed the tail inside of me the best I could until the pressure between my legs increased rapidly. Ah yes, an orgasm! "Hmpph! Foxy! Ooohhh, make me cum!" I needed it so badly. My claws were digging into the base of the fox's tail, and his head was buried in my boobs. As innocent and pretty of a vixen as I looked like, I was a sexual demon then.
"Ahhh!" I howled out as I let the orgasm take me over and drag me into the abyss of pleasure. It felt so amazing, so guilt ridden, so sinful, but all worth it. My whole body numbed to allow the pleasure to fill my nerves. It was heavenly, so very satisfying. I hardly noticed my cum gushing out on my bed in a dribbling mess, but I wouldn't have cared anyway. The fox tail was soaked to the seams. My body trembled and heaved in orgasmic pleasure.
After several moments of intense, glowing paradise, my body flopped onto the bed again. I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes as I panted to catch my breath. My body felt like it was glowing like a firefly, illuminating my foggy mind. I pulled my fox up and into my arms again, feeling his cum drenched tail. With my eyes closed, I hardly even noticed the tears I had made in his seams. Fluff stuck from his neck and hips, showing where I had bitten and clawed. I could always get another one though.
With my energy spent, my thighs soaked, and my fox ruined, I had no trouble falling asleep after.