My Fantasy
It was amazing how she felt when she was around him. None of that blush and flirt bullshit; just a comfortable sense of trust, honesty, a boundless bond if you will. She daren't say she loves him for the young fox was neither old or wise enough to use such a sacred word. But she felt something. She barely knew him, just his name and the overwhelming inspiration that bloomed in her heart when they spoke. He had no idea how she felt, she was sure. Hell, she didn't even know how she felt about him. The fox was the total opposite of shy but she was far from crude.
Vixen stood in front of the mirror, examining herself, bare save for a pair of thin black-lace knickers. The soft blend of pearl-grays, dark kohl-blacks, and pure ivories of her soft pelt melted together to give the unsurpassed color of the Artic Fox. Her eyes, unlike most of her vulpine ancestors, was a deep expressive blend of green and gray. The eyes, so soft at first, often faded to an unreadable shield of sarcasm, the brittle shutters to the windows of her soul tightly locked.
Her face was smooth and open, her cheekbones high and soft. Her long lashes constantly casted soft silhouettes on her cheeks, her nose small and button Soft heart-shaped rose-colored lips withheld the secret smile of bright white teeth that lay beneath. Her neck was soft but solid, leading to a dainty array of twin collarbones. Her shoulders were gentle, a soft flute on a silver chain resting on the soft crest between her breasts. Her ribcage softly tapered down to a narrow waist, smooth stomach, then slightly wide hips. The curves continued down to her strong thighs, slipping along her powerful calves to two paws on which she stood.
Vixen sighed, resting her forehead against the mirror, one hand finding the flute around her neck, the pad of one finger running over the small holes comfortingly. The inner-turmoil she felt was evident on her face, her tail swishing accordingly.
How? How had she let herself be swayed so easily? She was tough, a survivor of many 'a 'bad matemanships, and she swore to never get her foolish heart involved again. But there was something about him that appealed to her inner nature, the beautiful secret of love and passion that lay close to her bones. The sincerity, the glorious inspiration she showed no one. He had somehow reached out and awoken that part of her as easily as a cherry blossom flower floated on a spring-time river.
It was beautiful but it scared her. He was so different from all the other foxes, so much more...she couldn't put her paw on just what. For the last few nights she'd stayed up late, trying to capture the inspiration he lent her. She'd tried to sketch the gray-eyed stranger, tried to imagine how it would feel to truly look into those granite colored eyes, as impassive as cool marble, and to see the same feelings she felt reflect back into her. To express those feelings with such passion and emotion the earth itself would tremble with feeling.
Vixen shivered, pushing away from the mirror and padding across the room to her bed. One small paw ran through her artfully tinted chestnut colored hair, the other letting go of the flute to toy with the lace waist-band of her silky bottoms. Just thinking about him made her feel...freer, more alive than she'd ever felt. As she sat down on the edge of the bed, her hand slowly slipped up to run over her stomach slowly, softly dragging her claws along the smooth surface, making herself tremble slightly. Her soft pink tongue ran over her bottom lip as she backed up on the bed, resting her back against her pillow and the wall.
The fox mmmed softly as one paw continued up, softly slipping over the gentle curve of her breast, her eyes closing with pleasure. The paw brushed past her nipple and continued upward to her mouth, where she delicately licked one pad of her finger and brought it back down to the sensitive spot, gasping quietly as the cool saliva came in contact with skin. She softly began to massage the tender breast, her breath coming in soft puffs of sweet air as she tilted her chin back and moaned quietly.
Her other paw craftily slipped down her stomach and over her delicate hip bone, finding the hem of her soft undershorts and slipping quietly under to the soft part in her thighs below. The fox gave a soft breathy moan of protest, knowing someone could easily walk in and find her as such, but didn't stop her body from making her feel the way she felt. To escape her guilt, she imagined him doing this, which only increased the pleasure, making another soft moan work it's way from her soft pink lips. One gentle finger slipped down the soft line between her thighs, making her other hand softly clutch at the blankets to one side.
Gently parting her flower, the finger continued deeper slowly, the fox-girls hips rocking forward with anticipation, slipping the finger in deeper with the movement, making her softly gasp with pleasure. It slipped all the way in, gently beginning a slow in...and...out pattern that felt amazing. Her thumb slowly crept up and brushed past her most sensitive spot, the fox cooing her pleasure into a pillow under her head so not to be heard. The thumb continued in small circles, sending volts of pleasure through her body as the latter finger continued to speed up in it's in and out venture.
She was starting to pant softly, her eyes closed and head tilted to the side with ecstasy as the delicate slit began to moisten, making the skin she was delving into softer and easier to slip into. She hastily added another finger, needing to feel, wanting to feel, her hips rocking gently against her hand to some rhythmic tune only she could hear. She took in a great deal of breath and slipped in three fingers, almost pushing herself to the edge as the pressure applied to her sweet-spot increased. She reached up with her free paw and carefully caressed her breast again, daintily teasing herself into a hot sweet climax.
Feeling it coming, she gasped for air and cried out, arching her back and clutching the blankets next to her to save her from the floating-away sensation as pleasure rushed through her veins and along her hot skin, her breasts rising and falling as her heart caught up with her breath. She moaned softly, collapsing against the bed and pillow, her heart hammering as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, slowing herself, savoring the feeling of the orgasm. When she'd come back to this world, she slipped her fingers from the damp soft wetness and brought them to her lips, idly cleaning them off with a few quick flicks of her tongue. Then she fell asleep, only to dream.
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Vixen woke in her dream, though not knowing it at the time, to feel a gentle hand shaking her. Her wide green eyes flew open, her paws already clamoring for a blanket to cover herself with. But she was already covered, cocooned in blankets so that no one could see but her head, delicate neck and collarbones, the gentle crest between her breasts and her ankles and feet. During her panic, she'd not even taken a moment to see who had woke her up. As her vision cleared, she saw a rather tall animal peering at her curiously over her bed. The guy-fox chirped a hello and apologized for waking her so late at night.
"May I?" he asked, sitting on the edge of her bed, either having no idea she was naked under the thin sheets that separated the girl-foxes body from view, or not caring. He was dressed in casual clothes, a windbreaker and jeans, his hair tousled. "I'm sorry for waking you so late, but my dorm is right next to yours and I heard some noises. I just wanted to see if you were alright." His eyes, gray eyes she was not surprised to notice, were serious with no trace of mockery in his tone. Vixen blushed deeply, consciously tugging up the blanket over her body, smoothing it over her stomach and chest.
"I..." don't be lame...don't be lame... "..saw a mouse!" What'd I just say?!
The guy-fox blinked, then burst out laughing, making the vulpine laugh a little too, if only to keep him off her case.
"You saw a mouse? Hell, my roommate's a bloody muskrat! That can't be why you were making all that noise," he added, a new darker tone taking in his voice, making the she-fox shiver slightly under the sheets. She blinked innocently, or what she thought was innocently until the guy-fox raised a brow, suddenly a lot closer than she'd remembered him being. "If you were scared of a mouse, do I scare you then?" he asked, a lilt of teasing in his voice. The vixen merely shook her head meekly and squirmed a bit under the covers. His hand had found it's way onto the bed right next to her side and was almost touching her bare flesh.
The fox leaned down slowly, shyly almost, and brushed his warm lips against her own. Vixen's eyes widened at the sudden closeness this stranger brought but didn't protest. She softly pressed her own lips back against his and then felt him draw away just a bit, breathing a quiet question.
"Tell me your name..."
Only if you kiss me again, the girl fox thought, then whispered, "Vixen. What's yours?"
The fox didn't answer, softly covered her lips with his again, leaning over her on the bed slightly. One paw softly cupped Vixen's cheek, angling her head upward slightly for a deeper kiss as his tongue softly teased her lips, parting them so he could taste her breath. She let out a soft churr of pleasure, softly, shyly, touching her tongue to his, sending a shock wave through her body. He felt it and smiled, backing away just enough to softly kiss her cheek, then her jaw, to her neck, warmly resting on the smooth warm flesh where her neck and shoulder met. He delicately pressed a warm kiss there, then smiled slyly as Vixen reached up to push his windbreaker off.
He slowly unzipped it, blatantly teasing her, just taking in the look of want and need on her face, her lips soft and damp from his kisses, her hair delicately sleep-mussed. He finally stripped it off, revealing a hard chest and stomach, though not perfectly chiseled like the brainless freaks Vixen always saw at the gym. Her heart picked up pace as she reached up, carefully drawing a paw over his chest and touching his warm skin. She slipped her arms around his neck, which required the sitting up position and let the blankets slip to her hips, shielding her chest from him by pressing against him in a warm hug. The male-fox moaned quietly feeling her bare chest against his, a deep sound that vibrated against Vixen's chest and made her shiver with want.
He found her lips again, leaning down and softly slipping his tongue warmly into her soft mouth, his hands slipping up and down her bare back, caressing flesh appreciatively. Vixen arched against him at his touch and the guy-fox smiled, softly breaking the kiss and brushing the rest of the blankets away from her body. Vixen found herself no longer shy, wanting him to see her instead, never really having that much self confidence but offering her body to these cold distant judges, his cool gray eyes.
Gazing directly into her eyes before letting them venture along the delicate contours of her body, he seemed to express his liking for her, slipping closer and whispering a question to touch. She nodded and moaned as his hand slipped up her stomach to cup her breast gently, his paws feeling so much better on that part than her own had only a few hours ago. Besides pleasing her, it was obvious that he was enjoying this too, his constant shift in his position telling her only one thing. He slowly leaned down and kissed her collar bone, her favorite spot, and made her gasp softly as he continued to explore her breasts with a attentive paw.
She slipped her own paws down his strong back, feeling him pull her closer and lay her softly back on her bed. Her eyes were wide but not scared as she gazed up at this fox who's name she did not know. He gazed back at her, playfully taking his time as the belt slipped from the loops around his jeans. He gently let it fall to the ground and flicked his button open. He left it there and merely gazed at the foxess he had lying on the bed, naked in front of him. Her chest was rising and falling quickly, her slender but powerful legs casually parted. He slipped off his jeans at last, his own wants getting the most of him.
When simply clad in boxers, he laid down between her legs and rested his chin between her breasts. One hand reached up and touched her cheek, softly bringing her lips down for a tender kiss. She wanted this so badly. Why? She didn't know him...or did she? Her bright green eyes were trusting and slightly lustful as he looked up into them before breaking the kiss, warmly sitting up and removing the boxers. Vixen, who had never actually seen a naked body that she actually wanted sexually found her eyes, to her embarrassment, already exploring his body without permission. He laughed slyly, grabbing one of her paws from off the side of the bed. The girl-foxes eyes widened to the size of tea-saucers.
He gently slipped her hand to his hip, giving her a feel for his skin before slipping lower and toward the center. Vixen closed her eyes and cutely bit her lower lip, as though he was slowly sticking her hand onto something that would burn her. She was afraid she'd do something wrong! What if she hurt hi- Her thoughts were cut off as her paw come in contact with his length. Her eyes opened and she smiled seductively as her desire took over her rational thought. The guy-foxes eyes were shit and he was swaying on his knees a bit as she carefully slipped her paw up him, and then back down to the very tip, making him groan softly with pleasure.
She slowly began running her hand up and down, occasionally stopping to help him build. When she knew he had to have her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and dragged him down, on top of her. She gazed up into his eyes and then closed him, her claws digging in slightly to his back as he slipped into her gently. He kissed her on the mouth, breathing warmly through her lips, moaning her name quietly and how much this was pleasuring him. She could do nothing but breath as he slipped in and out of her, his hips rocking in perfect time with hers as though he could hear the same music in her head. As they picked up speed, Vixen wrapped her legs around him, guiding him deeper until they shared an earth shattering orgasm, his warmth slamming into her wetness, filling her and relieving him at the same time. She gasped into his mouth, tasting his warm, deep kiss and feeling another somewhere else. He collapsed softly atop her, not bothering to pull out, merely lazily kissing her, running his tongue over her lips languidly. Vixen was not surprised at all, when she never woke up from this dream the next morning.