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Vulpine Predicament

"Yiff Yiff!"

Oh god. Foxes don't actually say that you know? There are long standing traditions of them yowling, or a vixen screaming in delight, but nothing like that.

"Yiff Yiff!"

Really, you're going to keep doing it anyways? Well that's just unprofessional. You're no Reynard. You don't get to be some narrative ideal. No crow with half a brain would drop a wedge of cheese for you.

"Yiff Yiff!"

You see, that's just acting. You're not a real fox at all, and lying on your back with brown paws splayed out in hopes of a belly rub won't help. An actual fox would never be caught dead near me, and even then, it'd just be a glimpsed animal.

*Pant Sniff*

Oh, I see you've changed tack now, but its not like your nose is any more sensitive than mine is. What? Why don't I try it? It'd be preposterous to think that I could even comprehend how another animal imbibes scent.

*Sniff Sniff*

If I were to pretend? Well, I supposed it would be musky and rich in a way. An amazing blazingly tantalizing odor that would flare against my panting face with a rich acrid spice. My nose would blacken and twitch, drawing me onwards.

*Pant Pant*

After that? Well, if the scent was quite as strong as it was I'm sure I wouldn't be able to resist burying my forming muzzle in that thick neck ruff of yours. Completely hypothetically of course.

*Whine Huff*

And I'm sure you'd act like you loved it, arching your back and waving your false flag of a tail as the reddish orange creeps down my neck. I'd barely notice as my ears start twitching about, dusted in fine velvet as I press against you.

*Huff Pant*

Your thin black lips would be smooth against my tongue as we slide into a vulpine kiss, pointed teeth feeling strange against my changing tongue. Face stretching out, I suppose that I'd moan and lick at your fuzzy muzzle as my senses all shifted around.

*Lick Lick*

And you'd probably take advantage of that in an attempt at cunning, coaxing a wave of fur down my neck with nibbling licks below my white chin. I'd be to busy puzzling over your scent to be bothered by my hands clenching down into padded vulpine paws while you gnaw at them tenderly.

*Lap Lick*

You'd be sauntering under my chest then, fur rubbing against my bare skin as you lean up and nip at my chest, sliding your tongue over it as downy belly fur washes in and engulfs the vestigial nubs you leave. Then you'd move down and start again with renewed relish you insatiable little cur.

*Lap Nip*

I'm sure your huffing vulpine nose would then slide against the thick orange pelt on my back with a sense of satisfaction. With a ginger tug you'd nuzzle against my lower back and coax out a tail in slow sharp cracking pulls while it begins to wag and bat against your face.

*Nip Lick*

Under that!? Well, that's not fit for public ears, but I'm sure your wet pink tongue would feel amazing, panting down and enveloping me,slathering my changing pride in affection and nestling it in soft downy white that hides what I once used clothes to obscure.

*Nip Huff*

My legs would surely be the last to change, digging furrows against the sod as my new claws scrape backwards and my body stretches out in pleasure. Your muzzle would nuzzle against my thighs and feel the vulpine muscle tense, now finished and ready to spring.

*Rub Whisk*

And I'm positive that, with that, you'd slide your sultry self along my side, sauntering in front of me and raising that fluffy tail, looking back with coy eagerness; revealing everything.

*Whisk Wave*

No, I don't think anyone could resist an invitation like that. I'm positive that I'd approach and put my new tongue to work, tasting your passion as it sizzles into my senses, driving me forward with peppery persuasion as I'm drawn in closer.

*Bat Raise*

We both know at this point what would happen. I'd push myself on top of you, rear legs straining as my pink foxy tongue lolls out. My belly fur would rub against you as I nibble at your ear and grasp your supple haunches in my paws.

*Pant Yap*

Then we'd start rocking, feral forms pulling close together as I can't help but want to be even closer against your litheness. Your muscles strain and tense as I bare my fangs, growling as I slide in under that silky waving tail.

*Huff Yip*

I'm sure we'd rock together with a crescendo of passion and animal musk. Pushing inside of you further and further, your clenching hot vulpine flesh would thrill around me as my hips buck harder, needing to make myself a part of you.

*Moan Yipe*

It'd be amazing for both of us at that point; a tense swelling bulb of flesh would join us inseparably with sweltering heat. I might open my canine jaws and clamp down on your ruff, not to harm you, but just to make sure that there was no space between out writhing bodies.

*Whine Moan*

Without a doubt my tail would flag up and my entire foxy form would contract as I fill you with sensuous resounding body-rocking bolts of vulpine bliss unending as electric sensations make our fur stand on end and our delicate paws scrabble desperately against each other.

*Yiff Yiff!*

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*Yiff Yiff!*

. . . Yiff Yiff!