A Foxy Tale
Intro:
Seeing as my last story was pretty warmly received, here we go with another lustful tale featuring Rufus and Klaus. The shy little fox is offered the chance to while away a cold winter night in the greenhouse with his dobermann friend and ends up getting quite a bit more out of his stay than just a bowl of dog biscuits and some idle chat.
Disclaimers and General Downers:
As with my last literary offering (and everything I upload to FA in general), this story is strictly for adults only, i.e. people over the age of 18. It is homo-erotic and feral in nature so if you are an individual who doesn't like such material, please do NOT read on and do NOT give me any bollocks if you ignore my advice and end up being offended. You have been warned and this story has been uploaded as explicit content.
For those who can see the bigger picture and quite like a bit of filthy feral fun, I take no responsibility whatsoever for any friction burns, crusty keyboards, stained sheets, hairy palms, blindness or antisocial behaviour that may occur whilst or after you read this story.
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'A Foxy Tale' - By Klaus Dobermann
I stopped in my tracks at the sound of the voice.
I had been in this neighbourhood for hours and the pickings in the food department had been slim to say the least. In fact, they had been non-existent.
So it was that I wondered if in my hungry state the noise had been just a figment of my mind, but then I heard it again.... and clearly this time.
'Foxy, I can see you. Come over here and say hello to an old chum', said the voice
It seemed oddly familiar, but I wasn't able to place it instantly in my brain. However, considering it to be friendly I walked over in the direction of where it had come from and as I did the cogs of my memory started to slot together. Yes, I knew that voice... and yes, I knew that smell and I was as certain as I could be at that point that I knew the dog who owned both of them.
'Klaus? Is that you?' I asked the amber eye I had just that moment spotted peering at me through the knothole in the fence.
'Ten out of ten, old boy!'
Yes that was Klaus alright, the sexy dobermann I had come to meet under the strangest of circumstances during the summer.
'There... no... to your left, see that gap under the fence? That's the cosmic gateway to my world, but look out... there are a few bramble bushes working as sentinels on the other side. Come on in and hang out with me.'
Well, I wasn't going to wait around. This seemed like a genuine invitation and, in truth, I had really wanted to meet Klaus properly since that bizarre afternoon- the one I spent holed up in my den as he ground his bitchfriend into a stupefied wreck just outside. I had liked his sense of humour and his awesome looks had since been the basis of many an erotic thought. I was just amazed that I'd actually happened upon the place where he lived.
I scrambled through the hole in the fence and entered the garden- and needless to say I forgot about the thorns awaiting me on the other side.
'Welcome my foxy friend! Seemingly you didn't heed my advice about the brambles,' Klaus announced as he walked over to pull spikes from my fur with his teeth, his little tail wagging with amusement.
The brambles may have been a momentary memory lapse, but one thing I'd not forgotten was what a damn handsome dog Klaus was and in my cub-like awe I was instantly lost for words. I opened my mouth and out tumbled what I hoped would be a suitable greeting.
'Hi Klaus... erm.... how are you... and...erm...erm... where's Sheba?'
'Oh yes? Hoping for a repeat performance were we?!' grinned the dobie with a playful lift of the eyebrows.
'Well, I hate to disappoint you, but she doesn't live here and we're not exactly an item, matey. Her place is down the road. We just sneak out and meet up when we fancy a bang and our respective families are out... or not looking. For all I know she could be making a beeline to us this very moment.'
I was mortified to be reminded of how I'd wanked myself silly to the view of him and Sheba fucking, unplanned though it had been. But Klaus was clearly amused and so I offered an inane smile in response and waited to see what would happen next.
'Want to come with me to the greenhouse and grab some vittles? I don't know about you, but with this short coat of mine I'm finding it a bit nippy out here. Follow the alpha!'
I had no idea what a 'greenhouse' was, but was prepared to pad behind Klaus and find out. He lifted himself from the ground and trotted off, showing me his delicious behind in all its taught glory and I followed, surreptitiously copping a peak at the view. My, were those balls bursting and that tailhole was, mmm, so alluring!
we approached a strange human contraption made mostly out of that material that looks a lot like very clear ice, but I know now is actually called 'glass'. Klaus slid back a section of it to reveal an entrance and ushered me in, giving me a considered sniff as I passed him.
It was warm and really welcoming inside his den, filled with plants of various sizes that should not really have been there at this time of year. It smelt of greenery and I believe a hint of certain dog's territorial offerings. There was a canopy above and walls of glass all around us. I was mesmerised. A strange object was in the corner of the structure emitting a gentle glow of light which I took to be the source of the warmth.
'That's a heater,' Klaus said, clearly noting my confused gaze.
'And this is my bed and yes, I know it's full of fur. My owners put me out here often at night to guard our garden, but I like it in here. It's a nice compromise between the house and outdoors'.
He smiled broadly at me.
'Want some food? It's down there. Please help yourself'.
There was a 'bowl' on the floor filled with delicious-smelling things called 'Eukanuba biscuits'. Klaus slid the food over to me with his nose and without any need to be asked a second time, I plunged my face into the bowl and devoured the whole lot.
When I was done, I looked up ruefully at Klaus, struck by the realisation that I'd eaten all of his food.
'Oooh, you're hungry aren't you?' the dobermann said with a sympathetic look on his face.
'I have very kind owners and there's plenty of this stuff- you are always welcome to help me with it'.
'Thank you Klaus. You're very kind. I must admit that it can be hard in this city, if you're in my position.'
'You're most welcome,' came the reply as we both started wagging our tails and then, in an obvious bid to change the mood to something less cringey, he began to circle me in a playfully menacing way.
'But the one problem is that I don't know your name. If I'm going to dish out food to tasty feral friends, I at least like to know what they're called'.
He leant in towards my face at last bit and touched my nose with his, clearly in a bid to embarrass, or at least tease, me further.
'OK, I'm...erm... Rufus,' I said.
Well, Rooofus, you seem to know my name already and now that we are properly introduced, you can stay here tonight if you would like. I have only the one bed, so I can take the floor... that is unless you don't mind sharing?'
The sexy bastard had turned his awesome arse in the direction of my gaze and was looking at me over his shoulder with a cocked eyebrow to see if I dare sneak a peek at him.
'Oh Klaus, that's very sweet of you and yes, I'd love that.' I said, looking firmly at the ground.
'For me to sleep on the floor or for us to share the same bed?'
I shrivelled up again with embarrassment. He'd sussed me. He knew I wanted his big dog cock, 'Periodically gay' was written all over my face.
'Come on! In you get! It's going to be a tight squeeze, but I'm more than used to those'.
I climbed into the 'basket' and got comfy. Klaus followed and then plonked himself alongside me, squidging me up against the 'wicker work'. It was cosy, warm and definitely a tight squeeze, but extremely nice to have someone next me- especially him.
We talked some more about our lives. He told me about his 'family', some of the things involved in being a 'pet' and his general likes and dislikes. I told him about the other foxes in the park and my life in general. The conversation was nothing too deep, but with his unique injection of sarcastic humour, I found myself warming to him even more with every passing minute.
Eventually our conversation became drowsy.... slow... and we finally fell asleep pressed up against one another. I had been expecting and hoping for some sort of naughty action from what I believed was the perennially randy Klaus before we drifted off, but it didn't happen and it didn't matter. I was content enough for then to have been allowed to keep myself warm against him and get to know him slightly better- and I had a belly full of food to boot.
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At some point in the depths of the frosty night, I was stirred from my sleep by an odd sensation and curious sound. I'd sort of been aware of them in my dreams for a little while, but had not been sure what they meant. As I came to I began making sense of what was actually going on. The noise was coming from Klaus and the warm, stroking sensation between my rear legs was... oh my goodness! His gargantuan red cock! This delicious dobermann was rubbing himself against me in his sleep! I tried but failed to stifle my laughter, such was the immediate comedy value of the situation.
I then examined things more closely and realised that this was actually a really sexy scene and a possible opening for me to finally have some fun of my own with this gorgeous dog.
Klaus was making an adorable noise. It was neither a grunt, nor a whimper, but gentle sighs. We were on our right sides and he had me cradled in his forelegs, his warm chest pressing into my back and his jaw resting gently against the top of my skull. His penis, red, moist and weeping slightly, was gliding against my fur very slowly and dreamily and as he puffed his murmerations of pleasure, I felt the breath leave his mouth and the vibration of his throat somewhere along my neck. He was shaking a little now too, his body twitching as his most sensitive zones reacted to the caresses of my fur and skin. OK, he was clearly asleep and thus none of his actions were intentional, but it was great to see him not trying to rough-fuck me in any way- as I'd watched him do before to Sheba. No, this was firmly at the other end of the sex spectrum and this new show of tenderness was simply charming to see- and experience.
I don't know exactly what compelled me to do what I did next. Perhaps it was the adorableness of so large, masculine and powerful a dog succumbing to his wet dream with such incongruous cuteness; perhaps it was simply because I fancied him- I don't know. I wrapped my forepaws over his, squeezed them and then lifted and turned my head to lick his muzzle and as I did I felt a warm glow of deep affection suddenly flood me. I wanted to make this dog feel good; as he had made me feel that evening by welcoming me to his home and showing a grubby little fox such unusual kindness. I brought my left paw to his face and proceeded to stroke it and rub my cheek against his, inhaling his intoxicating smell. I wasn't really certain what I was doing, nor had I considered whether this was exactly a wise course of action, but what little I did understand was that I was getting steadily more aroused, particularly as I had now shifted my rear to allow his cock to glide across my balls and swollen sheathe.
His semi-alertness as a guard dog presented itself just as I was about to flick my tongue against his nose. Klaus stirred and opened his left eye, his pupil constricting a fraction as the weak light bathed it. I felt no fear at all and as he met my probably very silly look of sugary adoration, our brain chemistry began to bubble and react. He lifted his head and turned it to me whilst raising simultaneously a giant paw, which wrapped around my neck. He drew me in and placed his mouth against mine, opening his maw enough to allow his tongue to touch my lips, urging me to make the full response that now seemed inevitable. Our jaws slotted together, we shuffled our bodies, his forelegs closed in on my shoulders and mine around his muscular neck- and we began to kiss properly.
My heart was pounding, sending bursts of green and blue flashes (even though I'm colour blind) to the back of my closed eyelids as blood and passion rushed through me. You see, this was the first time I had ever kissed another male canine, let alone one that I fancied so much and who could so easily dominate and do whatever he might desire to me. It felt dangerous, it felt amazing and the complete eroticism of that first kiss was one I will never forget. Of course it was made all the more potent by the large, oozing dobermann penis that was now pressed up against my belly.
He tasted watery, fresh and sweet. His tongue caressed my own and he began to explore my mouth. He was building up quite a bit of spit in his excitement, but our lips and jowls were so firmly locked none of it would escape until I had swallowed my fill of him- temporarily at least- and we eventually drew our mouths apart to then press our foreheads together and gaze deeply into each other's eyes. You know, in that silly way lovers do.
'Klaus, I'm sorry, but you were.... erm... humping me in your sleep... I don't know what came over me.' As I said this I plucked up the courage to give his cock a little rub with my forepaws- something I'd been longing to do since I'd woken up.
'Well, it wasn't me, Rufus. Not yet at any rate. I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but seeing as we're both awake now and you're rubbing my dick like some teasing maiden bitch, is there the chance we might take this further? '
'Oh yes, I'd love that, my sexy dobermann', I panted with my paws still holding his willy and my seemingly bottomless reserves of adrenalin serving me up yet more pounding heartbeats in response to his suggestion.
'But please be gentle with me. I'm... a virgin when it comes to mating with ...erm... guys.' Like he couldn't tell!
'Rufus (kiss)...I'd never intentionally hurt you and we'll only do what you (kiss) want to do and are happy with.'
Klaus got to his paws and used one to roll me onto my back, exposing my bits. Of course, I was feeling more than a little shy at this point. The dobermann's massive tackle bobbed and dripped above and onto my stomach and I could see that even at my most aroused I would not measure up to even half its present length or girth- and he wasn't even completely erect yet.
'Mmmmm.... Klaus, you're so damn meaty and big down there', I remarked as I trailed a claw around his dribbling tip and then, just to state more of the obvious and make myself seem extra tragic, 'I hope you won't mind, but I'm no way near that big'.
'Oh shussssh, Rufus! First of all, you're a fox and thus smaller than me all over, so what do you expect and secondly, do you think I'd be doing this if I didn't like you (kiss) just how you are?'
I agreed that I was being silly and with pride swelling in my chest, I smiled and closed my eyes in anticipation of his impending touch.
'Oooh, yeah! What a bloody gorgeous foxy smell... mmm... I think that was what crept into me when we were asleep and got me all randy!'
'You've mated foxes before, Klaus?' I asked, genuinely curious.
'I have indeed shagged a few in my time, Rufus, but only vixens to date and they're wonderfully tight. You're my first boy fox'.
'I would imagine they would be for a big dog like you,' I panted, crying out inside for him to quit the hobnobbing and touch me.
He obliged by clamping his mouth again to mine for another swift kiss and then with a jokey growl and a ruffle of my fur, he started to nibble my ears. His heavy breathing and the smacking wetness of his mouth was almost deafening, but the feeling was wonderful and I groaned in response. My throat was next, the loose skin and flesh of which he took between his teeth and applied enough pressure to for me shudder with joy. He then trailed his mouth down my chest, licking, kissing and nipping, hitting all the right spots and blasting his hot breath into my fur. His amber eyes were on my face a lot of the time, I would spot them as I checked in between gasps to see what he was doing to me- enjoying his handsomeness.
Eventually he reached my belly where my cock was now protruding pretty heavily from my sheath. I felt certain that this was the moment he would finally put me his mouth- but he didn't! He pretended he was going to and then very deliberately skirted around my prick and bollocks to meet my inner left thigh and continued to lick his way down it with an inscrutable look on his face .
'Oh Klauuuuus!, I want you suck me, stud!' I said petulantly, unable to take his teasing anymore.
He gave me a sly look and I think told me something along the lines 'of good things coming to those who wait', though I'm not sure what he said really, because pretty much as he made this remark, he squeezed my hind legs together, put both of my paws in his mouth and began to suck and nip at them. This act sent me wild and flooded out any ability I had to truly digest his comment. It also made me burst completely from my sheath.
I was still wriggling when he threw my legs apart again, clamped them with his forepaws and his soaking mouth suddenly engaged by cock and swallowed it in one go.
'Ooooooh! Fuuuuck! Klaus!' I screamed with the surprise and incredible intensity of pleasure slamming through me.
He held me for a few seconds until I'd calmed down a little and then he started to truly manipulate me. He began by slowly ejecting me from his mouth, but as his did, he flicked his tongue against my organ until the point when the tip was the only thing left in his mouth, whereupon he strategically scraped it with a tooth and engulfed me again.
I was shaking uncontrollably and whimpering like a total bitch (or vixen? Take your pick), but oddly I hadn't shot my load yet. It would seem that Klaus understood instinctively how my reproductive organs responded to him and so he was able to give me maximum pleasure without curtailing anything. What an absolute bloody star!
This continued for a while until he vaulted his face back to mine and licked my nose.
'Come on my gorgeous dog fox, I want you fuck me!'
'You... want me to fuck you?' I repeated the words so as to ensure that I'd heard him correctly.
'Well, I hardly think that I'm going to manage to get myself into you on this occasion, so why don't you be top dog tonight and we'll work on me buggering you at some other point.'
I just sort of lay there, trembling, scared and not knowing what to do. Klaus stood up again, bit down hard on the scruff of my neck- probably to bring me to my senses- and dragged me over to where there was a large upturned 'plant pot', which he then hoisted me onto.
He turned his back to me and splayed his muscular legs to adjust the height of his rear to where he though it needed to be for me to comfortably mount him standing on the pot. He raised what little tail he had and presented me with his perky (and I noted beautifully clean) bumhole.
'I know you're having a problem understanding this, but I want you to fuck me and I'm all yours. Take me you want me, Rufus!'
Well, that was it. My time had finally fucking come and my brain sprang back into action with lustful gusto. I planted my forepaws paws on either side of his ripped upper shanks and swirled my tongue around his hole before working my way in towards its centre, which I then started to smooch. I lapped too at his tight balls and tugged them gently with my teeth. I even put his stubby docked tail into my mouth and sucked it, as my slickened chin massaged the outside his hot dobie hole. Klaus seemed to be enjoying himself. I mean, he was panting and moaning enough at least and this galvanised me all the more.
When he was sufficiently wet with my saliva (and boy, had a drooled a lot on him), he encouraged me to mount him. I clasped him nervously around the loins with my forelegs and eased my way in, still finding it hard to believe quite what was happening and that such a proud stud could possibly want this little fox to fuck him.
I began to thrust. The warmth of that arse was amazing and the tightness surprising given my partner's overall size. I could only imagine that I was delving into an area of this dog few had ever explored. He just... swallowed me, the sphincter closing tightly around the base of my penis as my head jabbed at the walls of his burning hot cavity and my knot swelled. I kissed the sturdy back stretched out before me, running my tongue along it and breathed deeply.
'Oh Klaus, you feel amazing', I sighed.
'As do you', he grinned back at me with wink.
Klaus certainly seemed to be having a great time. He was growling, panting and even pushing back! I was astounded that my comparatively puny cock was having such an effect on him, but was very delighted to see that he was enjoying himself.
I had just started paddling my hind legs, was smearing my face on his back and was on the cusp of exploding into him when he suggested that we change position and without waiting for my approval, collapsed onto his back- taking me with him.
I clambered back into position, sank myself into him again and continued with my humping, gripping him with my paws. Fucking now belly to belly, his massive cock was right in my face and so for the first time that night I began again to lap at it.
That was it... I couldn't hold my orgasm in any longer.
'Oh baby! Sorry it's so soon, but... fuuuck... I'm going to cum,' I cried, my eyelids crushing together and my neck arching.
'Go for it!' He growled back, his claws digging into my flesh.
I put my entire length into him- knot and all. My system tensed, my tail fluttered, I sucked hard at his angry meat and I shot my load deep. To my shock, Klaus started to cum too. As I said, my mouth was working him as I ejaculated and it would seem that this had driven to him to the edge at the same time. How cool did that make me feel!
I pumped out about seven jets of spunk and being the complete pussy I am, I was now starting to cry as the sensations of my seed squelching around the tip of my head, his burning rectum clenching me and love delivered an intensity of sensation I'd never felt before in my life. The offering from Klaus' cock was considerable to say the least. His gooey dobie juice flew up my up my tongue and filled my mouth in an instant. I sucked and swallowed as fast as I could, but he was producing simply too much for me to be able to cope with the volume and so I opened my jaw a little and allowed whatever I couldn't accommodate to splatter out and onto his chest. I'd seen Sheba have the same problem before so I didn't feel too bad.
'Fuuuck Rufus, you fucking foxy fuck! fucking suck that fucking thing!!' He barked between a series of really quite terrifying snarls.
'Mmmmm-gargh!' I responded in a deeply camp high-pitched squeal, with tears now streaming down my face. Was this love? Was this lust? I don't know, but I felt like I was part of him and that moment could not have ever lasted too long.
When we had both finished our cums, I was content to simply rest in a crumpled heap on his chest and tie with him, but he had a better idea, of course:
'Pull out of me and keep fucking. That's what I like to do', he panted, grabbing my cheeks in his forepaws and jerking my face up to meet his smouldering stare, his eyes ablaze.
I tugged gently and then a bit harder, as my knot fought against the tight sphincter that was holding it in place until I finally felt myself pop out of him and Klaus made an amused and pleasured noise to confirm that I had indeed been released.
'That's it, gentle thrusts. Let's slow the tempo down a bit,' he ordered.
Our cocks were now at their maximum size and our prostrates were beginning to drain as I started again to slide myself back into him, stopping at the top of my knot. With the massive veiny cock of my lover now spraying onto my chin, I felt the urge yet again to put him back into my mouth and try to swallow what more he could offer.
For the continuing duration of our lovemaking I literally drank from him. I had my face resting on his chest and my muzzle wrapped around as much of his doghood as I could manage and as he spurted his tasty fluid. I swallowed again and again and again and again; the warm salty-sweet and pungent liquid gradually filling my stomach and the metallic odour of his cock and balls filling the air
'Mmmm, you were thirsty too, Rufus', Klaus panted, referring to his remark from earlier that night about my hunger. I removed my mouth to respond.
'Only for you, dear Klaus', I grinned and with that, I shoved my knot back into him, making him jerk his body. He responded by spraying a jet of fluid across my face.
We continued fucking for what felt like an eternity, until I eventually started to feel my erection subside and Klaus too started to shrink back into his prepuce.
I pulled myself out of him to then realise that I was covered in dobie cum! I'd not realised how filthy I was, but it was all over my face, neck, back, forelegs and paws. What I'd spat out of my system was pretty much entirely inside the doberman, but he'd well and truly coated me with his cum and it smelt heavenly.
Klaus wriggled out from underneath me and began to lick his spunk from my fur and cock.
'Sorry, I've made quite a mess of you,' he said semi-apologetically, but with a glint of pride.
'Do I look like I mind? I asked, turning my face to kiss him again, wanting him to taste himself, even though I suspected he was probably completely aware of his own flavour.
When I was sufficiently clean- or at least he'd dispersed his semen and saliva into my fur- leaving it matted and spiked up, Klaus wrapped his forelegs around me and crushed me against his chest in a vice-like hug
'Thank you! That was really quite wonderful, my boy!'
'The pleasure was all mine, darling Klaus,' I smiled back, nuzzling him, feeling very happy and knowing that there would be other such fun nights to be enjoyed in the future.
I gave him one last gentle and loving kiss and with that we returned to our basket, cuddled up and fell back into a deep sleep, our bodies pressed together in tight and glowing embrace and our desires sated.
Outside the frost bit deep into the ground, but in that lovely greenhouse somewhere in London there was nothing but warmth.
The End (for now)
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