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Disclaimer - This is a work of bizarre erotic fiction that contains strong philosophical opinions that don't really lead to any discernible truth. If that doesn't put you off, the musky transformation of a sexual nature might. Anyways, please do not read this if it would be illegal for you to read pornography or Socrates.

A Strange Proposition

This was her favorite way to escape. With a canoe, pack full of supplies, and a good book suddenly nature became her own personal journey. Just drifting down the river, exploring little tributaries, stopping to eat, sleep, or just to bask in the solitude of her own making was the perfect form of a vacation. She had gotten her friend to park her truck at the loading dock near the dam, but getting to the end wasn't important to her. She had plenty of dehydrated foodstuffs and the weather was fine so she could take her time and float down the river at her own leisure.

Occasionally someone would blur by on a motor boat, not even bothering to see the scenery as it flashed past them. She almost pitied that kind of person, having bought a boat just to blow past all the beauty of nature as if it were the backdrop in some kind of staged race. To escape even further, sometimes she would tie off her old aluminum "dugout" upstream in one of the myriad little forks and just rest where no buzzing motorboats would ever want to go.

Today she had found a perfect little spring, the water that seeped out of the ground into a crystal pool was clear and refreshingly crisp. Judging herself to be far enough away from the beaten path, she slipped out of her clothes and splashed into the pool joyously. Other than a frightened frog, there was no one to bother her as she felt the rough sand between her toes while she waded in deeper, not swimming exactly, but just moving through the water for the pure sensation of it.

There was a faint rustling as something tromped through the underbrush. She couldn't see, but she could hear two voices drawing closer as she drifted toward the edge of the pool.

"But surely you don't mean that it's everywhere you are? There has to be some sense of familiarity!" one voice carried on with a questioning air.

"No no, you're taking me all wrong. It's not anywhere, but since I am where I choose to be, that's were I'm at home as well," the other chimed in with a good natured argumentative spirit. Both of them sounded like they were enjoying themselves greatly even as they bickered, but their was something odd about their voices that she couldn't quite place.

"Life is more than just thinking yourself into great positions and waiting for fame and fortune to fall into place! Otherwise everyone would spend all of their time dreaming as hard as they could. Until that is, they found something better to wish for. . ." his oddly accentuated tone became slightly amorous. Blushing she made her way to the side of her Canoe, arm held over her breasts. At first she had been worrying about people peeping in on her, but now she was concerned that she was infringing on some other group's private retreat.

Still not seeing anyone, she stepped towards the edge of the water cautiously, tiptoeing towards her boat through the coarse sandy soil.

"I'm not saying I can wish myself into being something I'm not, it's just a matter of perspective . . ." The voice trailed off. "Ah, excuse me miss, we didn't mean to intrude . . ." the voice petered out with the verbal equivalent of a blush.

Freezing for a second she dropped back into the water enough to cover herself. "Oh, god. Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt you guys," her cheeks burned. She still couldn't see the interlopers, but they sounded very close.

"Oh, no. Not at all. Please, we didn't mean to ruin your soak," the first voice chimed in. she still couldn't quite place his accent. "We'll just be on our way then . . ."

"Uhhh, okay. I'm just going to dry off and get back out to the river," she continued hurriedly. Usually she came out here to avoid just this kind of awkward encounter.

The brush rustled as the two men trodded through it, she meant to avert her gaze to avoid eye contact, but instead her head recoiled in surprise as something flashed in the corner of her eye. Two of the largest foxes she'd ever imagined simply strolled out into the clearing, headed away without seeming to notice her. "Oh my god," she exclaimed in a loud whisper. "You guys, wait, do you see this!?" She had seen what she had thought was the flicker of a fox's tail before, and of course the odd picture or two but nothing like this. There things were almost bigger than coyotes. She had to let the other people see something so rare as this.

"Umm, what exactly are we looking for?" the slightly larger fox with the lighter coat stopped as she heard the man's voice. It must have heard too for it cocked it's head over its shoulder almost quizzically.

"Foxes," she could barely contain her excitement as she tried to remain perfectly still. "There are two of them,"

"Yes . . ." the other fox, slightly smaller with a burnished coat turned, tail whisking about. "That's rather the point isn't it?"

She wallowed back into the water as if she'd been pushed. Had she just seen that thing's lips move?

"Don't hurt yourself, we really didn't mean to disturb you . . ." the larger fox spoke, small pink tongue enunciating the syllables with immaculate precision.

Gasping in as she splashed about, she inhaled some water that left her sputtering as both of the peculiar animals cocked their heads at her. Their long luxurious coats were silky and smooth, and their fluffy white tipped tails with a single darker stripe patted against the ground with genuine inquiry.

"Umm . . ." She inhaled deeply, trying to gather her thoughts. "Are you, uhhh?" she paused as she tried to phrase her query.

"Well, we're certainly sorry for bothering you with our petty debates," the smaller fox interjected. His voice was slightly smoother than his lighter coated brethren. "We wouldn't detain you with the details" he turned with a graceful twist, tail flicking behind him.

This was so surreal. They seemed so dignified, but more than that, they reminded her of an old married couple that constantly argued even though they were still together. This was something amazing, and she didn't want it to stop because of mere social unease. "No, no. I was just, uhhh, surprised." She stepped cautiously out of the water. Maybe she had hit her head on something? "What were you talking about anyways? Not that I mean to pry," she finished quickly, wringing out her shoulder length hair, and pulling it behind her head. It was unsettling being nude in front of strangers, but it was more like having your cat watch you get out of the shower than any kind of voyeurism.

"Oh, this and that." the smaller and deeper voiced fox replied. "Just trying to make sense of where exactly we feel we belong" his small pink tongue licked his chops, almost as if excited about the conversation.

"Ahh . . ." she had been unprepared for talking foxes, much less philosophical ones. Composing herself, she looked towards her rucksack. "Would you mind if I took a picture of you two?" No way her friends would believe her otherwise. Heck, she might not even believe it herself.

"What a strange request," both of the foxes looked up at her with bright amber eyes and swishing tails as the larger one spoke.

"Why on earth would you want to do that?" the smaller one finished with a hint of delighted curiosity.

"What? Umm well . . ." she'd never really given photography much thought before, it was just something you did. "So I can remember you guys after this," she tugged at her hair, thinking as she slowly spoke.

"Are you really worried that you'll forget?" the lighter orange fox asked. It didn't seem to be poking fun at her at all, instead it's tone was full of genuine interest as if unraveling the conundrum was something to look forward to.

"Not really I guess," she scratched her chin thoughtfully as she began to ponder. "It would be a lot easier to show you to my friends though." Feeling almost guilty saying it, the woman decided to plow on with the honesty route, becoming genuinely interested in finding an answer herself, despite the bizarreness of her situation.

"But you wouldn't be showing your friends us; just a picture of us," the small fox padded towards her. "And even then you could take several pictures, and each one would be different. Which one would be the real us?" he stared up at her quizzically, head tilted to the side.

"Well, they'd all be you," she said as if it were obvious. "Just from different angles, and uhh, slightly different times I guess." After saying it, it felt weird. It was like saying that a picture was some kind of combination of a time machine and a cloning device.

"Certainly the pictures taken of us couldn't also react, or express our points of view," the bigger fox padded up behind the smaller, also looking up at her with head tilting interest. "If you asked one a question you'd just have to make up an answer. It'd be like replacing us with a version that you made up." he scratched at his ear roughly, as if trying to shake loose the ideas that floated around inside of his busy vulpine mind.

"I guess you're kind of right, a picture is pretty lame compared to the real thing . . . But, how am I supposed to take something away from this?" now she was really getting curious. She sat on a broad stone near the sunny shore, nakedness nearly forgotten as the foxes certainly didn't seem to care. Blushing, she realized that, in a sense, they were naked too.

"Well, you can take away whatever you try to understand!" the smaller fox began with his peculiarly stately tone. "Surely you don't just take pictures of a teacher to learn what they teach, or of a friend to show why you like them. An image may be art in its own right, but it's not a substitute for reality," he sprawled his lithe body out in the sun, fur blazing orange in the light as he spoke.

"You have a point," this was so strange, even aside from the talking animal part. Generally she'd try to change the subject or avoid confrontation if someone disagreed with her. But something about the conversation was just intriguing, she didn't feel that she was defending herself, but rather exploring something that had been sitting in front of her for years unnoticed. "I don't actually come out here to take pictures. I just feel like I should sometimes to prove that I went."

"To yourself?" the larger fox stopped to lap some clear cool water from the pool.

"Mostly. My friends really stopped caring a long time ago, so I just have albums of photos collecting dust on my bookshelf," she sighed. "I come out here to get away from life, you know? When I have to go back to working the same job everyday it's just like . . . I can't believe that I actually did something that I enjoyed that much. . ." she trailed off, surprised that her feelings could be expressed so well in words. She had never really tried anything like this before.

"So if you come here to get away from something, then why don't you just stay?" the darker fox rubbed it's back against a patch of lush grass, exposing its belly as it looked back on her, his ears spread against the ground.

"Well, I guess this is kind of why I work in the first place. If I didn't have enough money for gas, hiking supplies, rent, and all of that stuff then I wouldn't be able to come back.

"Yes, but if you like being here so much, than why ever go back at all?" the fluffy lighter fox flopped on to the ground near his sleek and slightly smaller companion. She could see his fuzzy white belly bloom in the bright sunlight.

"Well, I can't live out here!" she was surprised at what they were even suggesting. "People have to work to live. And even if I knew how to survive in the wilderness, people would probably just think I was some kind of raving lunatic . . . if other people ever came to visit." she tried to imagine herself as some kind of female Grizzly Adams.

"Well, we live out here. This is our home," the larger fox stepped playfully over the smaller.

"With good company, I really don't think there's anywhere I'd rather be," the smaller pulled himself to his feet, shaking his long coat.

"As much as I'd like to try it, I don't think it would be a good idea." Every few years someone went missing in the woods around these parts. She had always tried to be responsible for her own well being when all alone out here.

"Would you really?" the larger fox sniffed around her drying legs. She could feel his tickly whiskers brush against the roughness of her calves, three days unshaven.

"Huh?" she replied, she couldn't resist running a hand down to scritch behind his soft silky ears. The delightful animal closed his eyes and chirped happily, tail wagging about as the other approached. She had always been warned away from touching wild animals, but surely these foxes were as civilized as she was; perhaps even more so.

"Would you really like to try it?" the smaller one stepped in front of her, ears flickering with good natured mischief.

"I guess I could," she mused dreamily as the smaller foxed bumped into his compatriot, vying for her hand's attention as she combed through their silky pelts. "I just don't know how. It's not something that I'm equipped to do."

"Well, let us help then!" the foxes rubbed in close, brushing against her legs like amorous felines.

"Yes. I'm certain that you don't need anything in that canoe to live out here," the cute smaller fox pushed himself up, paws resting on her leg as he gave her a another quick sniff. "We certainly don't."

"Hah, that tickles!" she pushed him back gently as she slid off of her rock onto her knees, and rubbed the exposed belly fur of the larger fox with one hand while scratching the darker one under it's silky chin. "Well, if you think you can change my mind, then by all means, educate me," she shrugged her shoulders. This was like some kind of underwhelming spirit journey. It wasn't like she'd done any peyote or anything, but this was so real. Perhaps she'd just dozed off on the shore . . .

"Good, you'll need a bit of insulation then," the larger fox dragged himself against her side as she tittered at the feel of his fur against her bare skin. That soft silky feeling was surely something that a camera could not capture.

"Indeed, something soft, warm, and utterly personal," the smaller fox nuzzled against her thigh.

"I've got a fleece jacket," she mused, letting a fluffy tail run through her fingers longingly.

"No no," huffed the panting voice of the smiling fox. His voice was not dismissive, and peaked her curiosity. "That's just a barrier, to prevent you from really feeling anything."

Their fur was so silky smooth. Her family used to own a cat when she was growing up, but that sensation paled in comparison. She wondered what it would like to be covered in such a luxurious coat of brazen fur.

As the larger fox brushed around behind her, the inquisitive smaller one padded to the front and looked up at quizzically. "A static picture would be depreciating to your other senses," he rest his pointed paws on her folded knees. "You'd be tempted to remember things without their context," with a sly lick of his chops he cutely lapped at her nose with his fast warm vulpine tongue.

She leaned back in surprise, but the eager fox did have a point. Her nostrils flared as she breathed in. There was a distinctive odor hanging in the air. It was odd that she hadn't noticed it before. A sultry reek of musky vulpine odor that made her tongue run over her lips subconsciously. As she began to sniff faster, her nose began to darken, turning moist unnoticed directly below her eyes as the scent came into sharp focus.

Bending down on all fours, she nuzzled against the side of the wriggly small fox's reddish neck ruff, as they continued. "Even if you recorded our words, or wrote them in a book, it wouldn't be us at that point, just a feeble impression." the brighter fox's inquisitive sniffing became louder as his cold nose bumped against her ear. "And how would you even spell this?" he lapped against her lobe tenderly, and she could hear every wet lewd scrape as the hot flesh flickered.

It felt strange, but she was so dumbfounded by her sudden focus on the sound that she didn't bother to investigate the warm stretching feeling as her ears began to pull up, lengthening into points as the fox divided his attention amongst them equally while they sprouted a thing coating of brilliant orange fuzz with coal black tips. The sounds of the forest came into clearer and clearer focus, like she had never really used her ears to hear what was there before.

Their bodies were so lithe and soft, their huffing breath inhumanly fast as they innocently nuzzled against her. In a way, she was almost jealous of them, living the dream life of a permanent vacation--no that wasn't quite it. More like an endless journey, always going somewhere, and without ever leaving their home. She escaped into that kind of curious retreat what? A few days out of a month if she was lucky. Her mind raced as the foxes panted and nibbled at her, questions hanging in her mind.

"You make a good point," she leaned back as the smaller fox butted against the side of her head, human courtesy non-existent as his tongue streaked warm and hot against her cheek. She scratched between his large ears which drew back in pleasure as she continued. "I guess it's more important to actually make sure you have the best experience possible rather than just recording what happens to you." The foxes swished their tails in agreement as the one behind her shifted the pressure of his paws on her shoulder and began to lap at the nape of her neck. Shivering, she grinned at the insanity of her situation, and yet, she had to admit, there was way more to life than just seeing pictures of things. She wanted more. Or rather, she wished that she had less, but was more aware of it.

"I think you are beginning to see things in a more holistic perspective," the fox on her lap wriggled around before sniffing up under her chin with his cold dark nose. "Would you like to see more? For I believe that we can help. . ." he nuzzled against the forming frost of white fuzz blossoming on her delicate jaw. The feeling of the larger fox butting his head against he back of her neck felt smoother and softer as a thin ruff of downy orange formed.

"I. . . I'd like to see more . . ." her voice drifted out as she huffed in with her moistening upturned nose. She could feel the building vulpine desire in the scent that wafted into her nose, and she knew that it did not belong to the two foxes alone. Her ears twitched as she heard their paws padding along the ground as they stepped away from her, both panting happily as the brighter one licked his chops. As the smaller fox sauntered a few steps away, upturned tail waving jauntily, she let herself bend forward, still on her hands and knees, letting the soft fur of the tail bat against her face as she huffed in the spicy deep scent.

With such a close up view she couldn't help noticing the taut set of white furry balls that rested below the fiery tail. The fox grinned back at her over his shoulder, "Oh, I think there is much to be learned if you are that eager." His furry form padded in front of her as a cold prod of a sniffing nose from behind made her start.

"You won't have to worry about forgetting any of this," the larger fox smirked as he lapped against the warm flesh of her thigh. Her skin shuddered as it loosened slightly, sending reverberations through her spine as the darker fox also opened his mouth and gnawed on her elbow in a playful way. She knew they were right, the sensations were so vivid, she didn't need to memorize them. They were now simply a part of her that she couldn't ignore if she tried. Her body was becoming more important than any external adornments.

Her tongue lolled out to the side as she panted, mind racing as orange fur blossomed on her legs and upper-arms, the tongues combed through it, pulling her now animal skin in a strangely soothing way. She couldn't get the thought of those pert soft testes out of her mind, snug and yet jostling in their odoriferous home. Her eyes stared into the distance over the light streaming into the clear cold pool as she imagined what it would be like to touch them. . .

"Oh yes. It's so much nicer to be close to the ground, near the earth itself. I find that you tend to miss more when you walk around on two legs," the larger fox simpered as he rubbed against her bottom to get at her other leg, which was already quivering and sprouting a short silky coat. Her hands clenched in awkward trepidation as the flicking tail of the beast brushed past her posterior.

"Just relax. We promise not to do anything you don't want us to. I guarantee that we are quite civil," the other slightly more astute fox pressed under her as he began to lap at the inside of her arms with his at once slick and yet slightly rough tongue.

"It's, just a little . . . weird." she tried to gather her thoughts amidst the musk and brushing fur. "I feel like I should be complaining, or running, or . . . taking notes." Fuzzy ears twitched as they listened intently. "But I trust you guys . . . Not that I really know you that well, but, you just seem to be so . . . reasonable," she finished slowly, one hand combing through the fur on the haunches of the fox under her.

"Well, I think I can speak for my companion as well when I say we take pride in our logical facilities," the voice of the sniffing head behind her chimed in.

"Well put!" she could feel the whiskers of the darker fox between her arms twitch as he spoke. "We have a tendency to pursue the truth in all matters, and to encourage the same traits on our peers," unseen the foxes exchanged knowing and somewhat amorous glances below her changing form.

Interspersed between their concise replies, their muzzles lapped and licked down to her hands and feet. Her muscles felt funny, shifting and straining in a way that felt like a good stretch as her limbs pulled into a familiar vulpine shape and alignment. As pointed teeth gnawed gently and wet pink tongues slid between her fingers and toes, her human digits began to creak, feeling hot and strange as they began to tug back haltingly. She wriggled her hands around as the hot mouth nibbled at her thumbs, which receded and pulled around to her wrists as her other fingers bulged with pointed leathery paw pads that made her giggle with sensitive and almost sensual delight as her nails darkened into black blunt claws that then sank perfectly into the sandy ground under her.

Behind her, tail waving about with glee, the other fox nipped at her heel as the joint began to stretch and pull while her calves were compressed and her feet stretched into a third joint of her powerful forming vulpine legs. The wild tongue lapped at the balls of her feet as they writhed and swelled into tough brown pads. While her toes bulged and clenched into claw tipped paws she pressed against the earth under her, new stance feeling amazing, as if her body weighed nothing at all. Nearly black fur raced in between her new pawed appendages, climbing up her new front and back legs to clash with the thick coat of orange forming there, leaving her with cute fox-like stockings.

She pawed the earth tentatively, mind trying to keep up with what was happening. She couldn't use her camera now if she tried to, or any of her other gear either. Her breathing quickened as she opened her mouth to voice her concerns, but quickly closed it again. She could just stay out here if she wanted to, she didn't need her canoe, her camera, or any of the other things she had brought. This was where she wanted to be, and although this was odd beyond belief, she knew that she had wanted something exactly like this for a long time.

"Did you have something to say?" queried the smaller fox as they both circled around her. "You look rather pensive," his whiskered face looked up at her as his tail flumphed against the ground.

"I was just thinking," she smiled. "Do you guys really just wander around the forest and talk about things?"

"Well, I wouldn't say that it's merely talking but. . ."

"No," she cut him off with a mischievous glint in her eye. "That sounds amazing. Living in the forest with the wind in your hair, having time to think about the things that really matter . . ." she gave a contented sigh.

"Well," the other fox rubbed his flanks against her side as he slipped into the conversation. " We are always looking for a good conversation, so if you'd care to join us?"

She laughed at the absurd politeness of the situation, nose quivering as she panted and huffed in the two strong earthy scents. "Obviously," she grinned, canines slowly sharpening into a vulpine smile. The two foxes huffed in joviality as they approached her from either side, tails waggling about behind them. Dual cold noses pushed against the bare skin of her side, making her suck in a surprised intake of breath as the cold was replaced by the quick heated laps of their balmy tongues.

Their whiskers scraped against the sides of her breasts as they began to nuzzle against her pert chest, nosing about inquisitively under her. The smaller fox slid under her, tail rubbing against her belly as his entire silky body slid against her. With a jovial eloquence the larger fox went in from the other side and his back scraped against her as they made large and sensual loops, under, and then playfully sliding over with their warm lithe forms, paws pressing against her as they frolicked.

Brilliant orange fur was drawn out with every pass on her back as her underside developed a lush white pelt. Where they pressed against her breasts, her flesh began to feel hot, pulsing with odd sensation as it pulled back against her flattening chest, areolas tightening into taut pink nubs. While their silken bellies rubbed against her back she could feel the occasional scrape of their downy furred packages that made her skin shiver in delight. As they continued their romp, pink pricks began to peak out of their sheaths and the air was filled with a sharper, needier acrid scent that rubbed against her fur. She wanted to feel them, even closer, to really know what one would be like to experience . . .

With bizarre synchronicity, both foxes stopped to sniff at her forming animal teats, pink tongues running over the small taut lumps as the white pillowy fur around them thickened. Both muzzles nibbled down her chest, and her skin flared into sensation as they nibbled, pinching at her flesh until it felt just as blazingly sensitive as her breasts had. As their mouths moved on even further and began to gnaw again, they both left another set of pert vulpine nipples in their wake, making her moan at the new and yet surprisingly familiar sensation as they raised up a third and final set with their sultry ministrations.

She shifted her weight from paw to paw restlessly as they slid against her one last time. Her mind was reeling from the sensations of having her new sleek coat of yellow orange fur, somewhat lighter than the small fox's coat, and yet deeper than the larger's. Every hair billowed slightly in the calm breeze, and her senses lit up, amazed at the intensity of such a simple sensation.

"Mmmm. It's nice isn't it?" the larger fox strutted away from her, flopping down on a bed of tightly woven roots in a bean of sunlight shining through the foliage. The bright light blazed off of his pearly fur, and she walked awkwardly over to him, getting the feel of her new canine gait. She could feel the grit of the soil under her paws, which was amazing, but the sight of his exposed pink member made her lengthening tongue flick out and rub over her nose as she huffed in his peppery scent.

"Oh, god. Yes. It is . . ." words failed her as she stood over his wriggling form. There was no need for language as his eyes beckoned her forward. She bend down and gave the crimson pointed tip a tentative sniff, nose twitching at the lusty scent. But she stepped in further until she was standing over the prostrate fox's form. It just seemed somehow right. Her legs bent down as she lowered herself onto his chest, his furry underbelly rubbing against her sensitive teats. He rubbed his fuzzy sheath against her, just above her moistening still human femininity. It felt amazing. Warm, supple, and comforting. She wanted more, to be even closer to that sensation as she ground her body against his.

The smaller animal gave a knowing chuckle as he circled behind the eager pair. She was still missing that most definitive appendage that no fox worth their salt would be the same without. His quick cold huffing brushed against her backside as he gave a cursory lap just above her anus. Her body shook, even as she bumped against her foxy companion under her. Ears standing straight on their pointed ends, she felt him coax her spine longer with a crackling pop. His teeth scraped and nibbled at the new protrusion carefully as it strained out, quickly floofing out into a thick wave of heavily scented fur that began to wag of its own accord.

The smell was amazing, and the smaller fox couldn't help himself as he buried his nose in the soft fuzz at the base of the forming tail, closed his eyes, and drew in a deep breath. This was her. Fiery, pungent, and unabashed, with deep earthy overtones that simply matched up with her entire being. There was also a familiar underlying musk that intensified as she continued to grind against the frisky fox who panted under her. The fur grew long and voluminous as it began to bat against his ears while muscles formed, stretching her anus as it was pushed into a more prominent position beneath her new wagging banner.

The feeling of the soft jostling fox flesh beneath her was intensifying, as if felt again for the first time while a strange heat built up in her loins. She lowered her face down to his happily panting muzzle and their lips met in a mutually passionate kiss as their hips continued to slide against each other. His long tongue ran over her teeth as they cracked out longer along with her forming muzzle. She had to turn her head to the side in order to continue as she ran her tongue over the fleshy ridges on his palette, tongues twisting as hers grew longer and more flexible. Her human hair slowly receded into short orange fuzz that crowned her lengthening head, growing into shorter velveteen around her nose as prickly whiskers twitched into existence.

Her tail gyrated as she began rocking her hips harder, feeling a strange loose warmness build up just above her clit that made her growl into the hot fox's mouth as their tongues flickered across each other's panting muzzles. The small fox behind her collected himself as he sniffed down the thick fur of her animal thigh to where her still human femininity pulsed, glistening with her growing pleasure. He grinned as he saw the flesh just below it loosening as it rubbed against his wiry companion's taut testicles and growing fleshy fox cock.

Leaning in, his chilly nose brushed against her slick vulva, making her pull back from her kiss to gasp in pleasure while his hot tongue scraped around the outside of her throbbing slit with a series of ginger laps. Strong legs pushing back, her toe claws dug into the ground as she tensed, the teasing nibbling slid down across her folds as he began to purr and nibble at the needy button of her clit.

Underneath her, she could feel the throbbing prick of the fox extending between them, teased longer and longer by their silky coat's furtive mashing. There was still something indescribable, and yet intensely pleasurable happening just above her tingling clit that was being teased ruthlessly by the darker fox behind her. Instead of being smooth, her flesh jostled, hot and loose, pressing with intensity against the light fox's balls as he whined in pleasure.

There was something more, feeling the soft pillowy sheath filled with hot hard masculinity made her groan as it rubbed against her closer and closer until it felt like something was pressing up within her, a turgid need that seemed completely beyond reason. The fox below could not help but yip with his growing lust as his member began to rub harder and harder against her muskily altering undercarriage.

Her attention was divided though, as behind her, panting breath game in measured huffs as the clever little fox rest his pink lash against her feminine need. It pressed slowly, parting her fleshy outer lips as it rest on her clenched orifice, straining forward with steady pressure until with a slick clench, the hot tongue pushed inside of her, and her toes dug into the ground as her insides writhed around the pink slickness. A steady rhythm of hot lapping built up, sliding in and dragging out while her pussy began to become more and more sensitive, darkening to a deeper fleshy pink as her labia bulged.

The fox under her curled up, bending forward as his head brushed under her pink teats with his twitching brown ears. He sniffed past the throbbing pointed tip of his own crimson member, now half extended, letting out a wurf of pleasure as his twitching whiskers rubbed past it. Grinning slyly, he saw her flesh bulging out into soft downy white where his clenching testes ground against her flesh. His huffing nose bumped against her forming sack gently, making her whine in pleasure as he jostled her forming testes.

Behind her, the smaller fox beamed as he saw her fuzzy white pouch begin to swell with sensitive orbs of its own, just below her swelling cleft. The edges of her labia swelled up as he lapped at them, tightening and becoming more and more sensitive, throbbing and leaking out a clear bliss that almost stung his nose with its needy female intensity. The tongue pressed inside of her, nose panting against her taut ass as her vulva puffed out, becoming taut, spade shaped, clenching, and distinctly vulpine. He ravished her twisting pussy as it grasped his tongue needily while his own member began to swell out further, leaking a single bead of clear pre onto the sandy soil below him. Throwing her head back and yipping, her mind could barely process the myriad pleasurable sensations that blazed through her nerves, but the wild rising bliss didn't diminish . . .

In the pit of her stomach, she felt a pressure rising, an indelible throbbing that lanced through her senses, leaving a molten need in its wake. She could feel the warm turgid rod of fox flesh rubbing against her in a distinctive new way as slowly, a pink tip crested the end of her new loose white sheath. With every heartbeat she felt it grow larger, pulsing needier as its crimson veined chiseled tip was painted with the larger fox's musky pre while he leaned in and nuzzled against it with his soft and whiskered cheek. She leaned her panting pointed muzzle down and huffed against the ruff of his curled neck, feeling the strong muscles straining under his skin as he twisted forward and lapped at her member with fervent need.

Her scent was now a blazing double edged sword of spicy female lust and deep earthy male stench, and the foxes huffed and salivated as they writhed against her. The fully formed fluffy tail with black stripe and white tip wrapped against the smaller fox's shoulders as he lapped and nibbled at her tight swollen vulpine pussy, tongue occasionally lapping down past her clit to brush against her fuzzy white scrotum which slowly pulsed and bulged with tight writhing orbs.

The large fox's tail beat against the ground, batting up at his clever companion's leaking tip, fanning the air with his distinct sharp scent. His head jostled her pert teats while his tongue pushed forward around her swelling cock, into the loose hot flesh of her sheath. With every hot lap her new throbbing foxhood swelled longer, quickly starting to leak her own slick lust from her pointed carmine tip as it rubbed against his own. His hot panting hung over both of their proud members as his tongue indiscriminately began to lap against both of their electrically throbbing cocks with wild abandon while they ground slickly against each other.

Ears pulled back in sensory overload, she blinked her still human eyes in confusion as the large fox twisted his back and slipped out from underneath her as the one behind her padded around to join him. Both of their members were throbbing half extended spikes, and as she looked down between her fuzzy legs, hers was too. And she could smell it. She could smell all of it; every pulsing throbbing needy scent underlined by her fierce feminine spice.

"You look like you could use a little more help," the little fox panted, already slightly winded though his whiskers twitched with barely constrained energy. "It would be terribly impolite of me not to offer my assistance . . ." With a sultry gait, he sashayed in front of the once humans panting nose, tail curling seductively against her cheek.

With a growl of assent, she huffed in his sylvan scent, nose bumping against his balls and tight pink anus. He let out a cute yip of surprise as her tongue pressed out and quickly brushed against his tail-hole before returning again and again to slide and grind against the tight ring of muscle. She couldn't explain why exactly, but it felt so right to make the little fox writhe in pleasure, dancing from foot to foot as she teased his ass and huffed in the strong male scent at the musky base of his tail.

The larger fox rubbed his flanks against her as he slid behind her, salivating as his huffing nose drew in her dual natured scent. He nuzzled against her alluring tail as it drew him closer, caressing his jaw as he panted in her molten desire. His tongue slid out of its own accord and teased around the edge of her clenched femininity, and his body shook as the puffy lips twitched and he tasted her straining need. Her claws scraped furrows against the ground as his wet pink slip of flesh slid inside of her while her clenching confines squeezed around his mischievous tongue.

The sumptuous foxy ass in front of her slid away for a brief second as he inverted himself, sprawling on a mound of earth, cutely wheeling around so that his belly was exposed and his paws hung coyly in the air. She accepted his invitation and leaned in, licking across his taut fuzzy testes, sliding up his sheath to lap at the throbbing pole of his vulpine need as he whined in bliss. The fluffy brush of his tail flicked against her sensitive teats below her as her lust hit critical mass.

Her paws stepped forwards almost of their own accord, padding over him so that his hind-paws pressed up to either side of her flanks making useless circles in the air as she lowered her hips carefully. She moaned in pleasure as the tip of her foxy pride rubbed past his soft testes painting them with shining strings of her own partially masculine scent. Slowly, her chiseled tip rubbed past his furry white taint, and they both breathed faster as it brushed over his clenched ass.

Behind her, the large fox licked his chops as he stepped forward, soft chin brushing over her haunches as he huffed needfully and her tail pulled to the side invitingly. His legs strained against the ground as he slid onto her, their fur brushing together delightfully he pressed himself on top of her strong supple body. She could hear his heavy panting draw closer and closer until he lapped at the back of her twitching ears while he began to rock, member poking against the back of her thigh as he positioned himself carefully.

She leaned in, chin inches from the smaller fox's twitching muzzle as she clenched her teeth. He whined and gently lapped at her black thin lips as she thrust against his tight entrance. His clenching hole offered solid resistance, and the tail under her spasmed around in wild arcs as she bumped against him with firm shoves. With a huff, she braced herself and surged forward, legs straining as she felt his ring of muscle slide around her throbbing tip as she glided inside of him. He let out a long whining moan of pleasure as he felt the pressure of her grow inside of him while his ass clenched spasmodically as she rocked back in, member sliding deeper and deeper.

She could feel the heavy form of the larger fox jockeying around on top of her as the lighter furred fox's member slid past the edges of her swollen folds with its hot and pointed tip, brushing against her testes before settling against her blazing femininity. He parted her nether-lips gently, prick jerking at the smooth hot contact before he rocked himself forward and slid sensuously inside of her sweltering folds as her inner walls began to squeeze and clench wildly around him. She let loose yipping mewling cries of bliss as he slid in further and buried his huffing nose in the fur of her neck ruff with a determined huff.

The smaller fox barked and cried in pleasure as she took him, throbbing shaft shoving into his taut and stretching tail-hole. He bent up and lapped at her nose as she opened her daintily fanged jaws and they lapped and panted against each other clumsily with their intense rocking. His tongue ran over the ridges at the top of her mouth as he felt her tight set of fuzzy balls press against the fuzzy base of his tail. He knew what was coming and moaned in ecstatic bliss, foot-paws clawing at the air with desperate intensity.

The slick smooth walls of her torrid vagina undulated around him as the larger fox's member swelled longer, pushing further inside of her clenching confines, stretching her wider as his testes began to bump against her own downy pair, now thoroughly soaked with clear foxy lust. At first the contact was light and jostling, but as he shoved in harder, their tense orbs ground against each other with a nerve searing acuity. His forepaws pulled back against her haunches and his vulpine neck arched as he pushed in harder, something slightly girthier slipping insider of her clenching tunnel of searing flesh as his thrusts became needier; smaller desirous rocking that made her moan as something expanded within her, lighting up her senses with indescribable fullness as they were locked together.

The dark little fox's taut quivering passage seemed to suddenly offer more resistance, but she couldn't help herself, her body knew what it wanted and she grit her teeth as she shoved in harder. His clenched ring of flesh was stretched wider as the start of her canine knot slipped inside of him and began to swell. His ass clamped down and squeezed around her in spasmodic clenching waves as her own pussy grasped at the member that she cradled inside of her with impossible rhythmic contractions. Her rocking shoves started jerking the slightly smaller fox's body both back and forward as her knot swelled tighter and tighter, joining them inseparably as it tugged at the supple flesh of his ass.

With a yowling cry of pleasure, the strong fox on top of her nibbled at her thick orange fur, making strangled noises as his teeth and tongue combed through her luxurious coat. His testes were now pressed firmly against her own and with every shoving clenching motion they were squeezed together ever so tenderly as they both felt each other's hot orbs begin to clench and writhe with impending need. The tight swollen flesh of her pussy clasped around his knot and sent shivers down his spine as his tail raised up almost in alarm at the overwhelming pleasure.

The three rocked together in a perfect little universe of muscle, fur, and the hot spice of foxy lust. Every twitch from one resounding through the other two, magnified past blazing nerves as the world became lit only by sensations. The knot that was buried in the little fox's clenching depths rammed against something that made his eyes water, and his own member slowly unveiled, proud rosy knot slipping out from his sheath as every body-wrenching shove made a bead of pre well out from the bobbing tip and drip down onto his soft and pearly white belly.

The smaller fox yipped uncontrollably, throwing his head back and fanning his ears against the ground as his ass began to quiver. She bent down and buried her dark huffing nose in the vulnerable soft fur under his chin, panting encouragement as his body stiffened, claws writhing in the air as his clenching confines began to wildly twist and clamp down around her member.

It was all she needed, and her eyes dilated, brown blazing into an animalistic topaz as her entire body stiffened and she felt her cock arc up inside of him, molten pressure building up in her gut as her balls writhed needfully. Her pussy began to wildly squeeze and contract with arrhythmic pulses as clear feminine lust dribbled out around his knot. Her entire body shook as she felt the larger fox bark in bliss as her insides tried to pull him in tighter and tighter, they both felt their balls begin to jerk as time slowed down to a pleasured crawl.

With a yip, the little fox's tail slapped against the ground as he shuddered and his member began to jerk out spurts of hot fox spunk against her underside. She could feel the warm lust cool as it dripped off of her teats, and with every pressured spurt his ass clamped down impossibly tight against her. She screamed a vixen's blissful cry as her own member shivered with penultimate bliss before she loosed stream after stream of her own fiery lust within him. Her vaginal walls went ballistic, tugging, squeezing and pulling at the larger fox's turgid cock as he raised his tail, ears folded back in bliss as his moist testes writhed and rocketed out waves of masculine vulpine heat into her throbbing depths while she milked his cock desperately.

Their yipping cries echoed off into the afternoon as they burned these precious moments of mutual pleasure into their collective memories. She bent down and locked lips with the smaller fox, and they explored each other's panting muzzles as she filled him with warmth from the inside, balls grinding against the twitching base of his tail. The barking fox on top of her nibbled at her ears, panting with inhuman quickness as his trapped member pulled and throbbed, jilting out spurts of bliss again and again as her seemingly insatiable femininity clenched around it. Every nerve of their being and every follicle of their soft fur was alight, blazing a pleasured memory that persisted even as their lust died down into merrily crackling embers.

As their senses returned to them, the larger fox twisted himself off of her awkwardly, tail grinding against her own as his spent testes pressed against her ass, still tied together by his firm knot that twisted frictionlessly inside of her. The little fox lapped up the stray strings of seed that had splatted against her fuzzy chin as she returned the favor, marveling at how close they were, even after the deed was done, it was so right. Perfectly . . . comfortable.

"So," she began after she had a chance to catch her breath. "You were right about . . ." her ears flickered as she paused; "everything."

"I'm glad we gave you the opportunity to see things in a new light," the little fox wriggled into a more comfortable position, still tied by her hot bulb of flesh.

"Yes indeed. I knew you would enjoy a change of perspective. The lighter fox shifted his hindquarters carefully, rubbing against her. "I most certainly did."

"So what did this sophist of a fox say to convince you?" she queried back teasingly.

"Well, you see, we were talking about the precise nature of a home . . ." he began. The story would take awhile, but she panted happily as she listened. Even though she was stuck for the moment, she felt more free than she ever had before; as if she had all the time in the world.