The Yiff That Never Was
For all those of you reading this; all great books are hit or miss. But reckon whether I pass or fail, here for your joy is one quaint little tail.
On the brooks of an evening dawn, there lay a fine creature displayed on the lawn. Her hair on her head was red I do tell, as was her fur which served her so well. Eyes ever calm, curves that did tease. But a beauty like a trap with a bait like swiss cheese. Oh, she was ripe, oh, she was nice. She would easily solve any small vice. Whether it be for cherry or lime, this fruity girl gave a male quite a time!
And on the opposite bank, all come to know-a friendly well-hung fox, his fur all aglow. His eyes sparkled lust, and his loins spoke release. For on the other side was a succulent sugary feast. With calmness of gait and patience abound, the yiffy young fox began to howl like a hound! But never in her eyes did she pay him any mind. That is what he and the reader shall find.
Oh, she didn't say it, but the sentiment was clear, she was so coy if the male should come near. And the posture of her body, as it lay there quite still. Kept him from swimming and climbing on her jill.
So there he languished and pined himself away. Because she ignored his gaze most everyday. He called out to her with his charming vulpine voice. Begging her earnestly to fulfill his choice. But the eyes never came, and her body still vents. Like a stud and a mare divided by a fence.
What was so wrong, with the shyness of her heart. Why was it that she chose to keep them both apart. In body and soul, was he denied thus. Even on the other side, trapped with his lusts. He can cum, but he won't come. Those unkind things might make his love numb. For in her fear she wouldn't let him near. And though the love was there, in her it was fierce. But her fright controlled her; seemingly for years.
He looks in those eyes, tempted better still. How can he face her, and the denial of her will? Why does she hate him so. What will he never know. What is there offered to him, in the body of her coldness. Could he overcome it with his own act of boldness? Doggy paddle across, if she ignores him, her loss. He can give it his best-now her hearts' the true test.
All along the water come the ripples and the tides. Now that she sees him come, she doesn't dare to hide. His head above gasping, for air with ill effect. The vigor of his trial is making her teats erect. Oh, what a male will do-when faced with this love. He tries and tries to get to her with powers aiding above.
He gasps and gasps, pants all hard into the air. Let the lady be for him, that's the thing for which he cares. Like fluid sanction in his soul, all this water takes it's toll. Eventually he'll get there spent. With his heart in his mouth ready to be lent. Like a ruby beaming in the sun. Sees her smile and body, thinking he has won. There on the bank he collapses with shock. But on her beauty, his weary eyes stay locked.
She stares at the fox, blushing ever shyly. At the brave stud who's lust is so wily. There he came for her, what determination can do. All in a glorious contest to ask for a love so true. He tires now, falling into sleep. Happy in his accomplishment, lulled so deep. What can she do to that, why does fear persist? Maybe if she tries hard enough, she can overcome and resist.
Hours later, he stirs under the moon. She has him in her arms, clearly quite swooned. He gazes with delight into hers. Completing the story of love between two furs.
But oh, my-what is this? Here they are, they share a kiss. Maybe the story isn't over yet. If you though I'd end it soon, you just lost that bet!
In the dark enshrouding the pair. Comes a wail through misty air. Like a smell amongst the dust. She smells it now, his foxy musth. So in the night they snuggle. But in her hearts' a struggle. The urge to face her rear about. Yiff indeed puts her heart in doubt. Her cheeks blush a sudden red. For in her cleavage he put his head. And he licks her fur with delight. Which fills her body with a great fright.
He loves her, now, in her alms. Her silky hand so easily calms. Their eyes meet with intense glow. Paws dipping, dipping far below!
The vixen screams, he felt her slit. But she likes it, rubbing her clit. She had the horror and the resistance. But he eased her through with persistence. She blushed again, her half shut eyes from delight. Because he nibbled her breast with a gentle bite. She loves the way he can sate her. Perhaps it won't hurt so much if she lets him mate her.
Onwards with hugs and the sharing of lips. Onward with his hands fondling her hips. Like two stars high in the sky, here are these lovers who shine where they lie. Like an ember glow, moonbeams in her fur. He asked her to yiff and she nodded with a "Murr." She tempts and she sighs, and she lies on her back. The fox simply smiles as he stared at her rack. But like all good things, he broke off the look. To see the bare passage of the trophy he took. She kindly asks him to go slow and gentle. He nods and concurs, treating her vulva like a temple. First with his tongue, all through the flesh. Like fevered lighting blasting through her in a mesh. Then he stands over, his protrusion displayed. Opening her vulva until her petals were flayed.
Oh, how I love her, thought the fox with a smirk. Before pointing it at her and getting to work. All passion was chaos, it coursed through his loin. And damn did she love it, as she rocked into his groin. He pushed and he shoved; she took every inch. Easily, hungry, as she cried like a finch. Out came her lips a musical tweet. They whistled out shrilly; timed to his meat.
Oh, how like a bird, visiting from the skies. The male could see it in the shine of her eyes. Darling, your stunning; you bathe me with love. And you call out, and you sing out, and coo like a dove. She jams him in hard, with a lock of her thighs. He freezes suddenly, much so surprised. Like a candle, like a fire, like a burning wick. She takes all in hungrily, sucking hard on his stick. My dear! What a talent this foxy girl has. I wonder what might happen if I yiff her in the ass! But he puts that out of mind. He is locked, so he finds. Knotted together, enchanted forever. Like a fantasy cum true. His heart gives all it's due. And he is stuck inside her. Like a yiffy rider. I mark her as mine, and with shock I find. She has claimed me too, whatever could I do. Accept the sudden act, lewd in a fashion. But it's just heat, she incited with passion.
The silk fur of her body, it glistens quite nice. And she warms his body on this night cold like ice. Oh, how they sweat badly, from every pore. But this lust awakened-they cannot ignore! And calm in his strokes, but firm with his tongue. He gusts her a blast playfully from the depths of his lungs. She giggles and she toys with the thing trapped inside. The sudden tempo of his desire-it can't be denied!
"I call you, I claim you. I mate you quite still. I love you, you enchant me with a splendid thrill. Do not deny it, do not hide it-let me come through. For everything I am, is what I give to you! You are my moon, and I am your sky. I will enshroud you-comforting when you cry."
Her eyes lock on his, and they insist with demand. She takes his jaw with a caress of her hand. And she smiles; oh, how she can smile. With those dainty lips, he is ensnared for awhile.
"Dearest who loves me, my heart was so shy. It is not a privilege that I grant just any guy. Now I fawn over you, now I love you so. So please take me stag, and love me like a
doe-"
And so he awoke with a sigh of dismay. For he realized none of things he had done before actually happened yesterday. For he saw her on the bank, licking at her fluff. He knew in his heart they'd done none of that stuff.
I'm sorry I screwed with you, but I did this because: This is a story;
About the yiff...
That never was.
Yiffily never after, the end.