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The Forest Revisited: a father's point of view

The arctic fox focused on the area that she knew from all-too-much experience was the big cat's most sensitive spot. Her face buried deep inside the much larger cougar's crotch, with her muzzle completely enveloped by the cat's vaginal lips, she rubbed her tongue against a particular spot within the inner walls, rasping it to stimulate the gathering of nerves there. She didn't allow herself to think about what she was doing anymore. That she was forced to eat out another animal. Or that in this case the animal was her own son. Instead she just focused on the task at hand. The task to bring the cougar to orgasm however she could. The sooner she accomplished that, the sooner it would be over... at least until the next time.

As her tongue lapped and rubbed against the cougar's sensitive g-spot, she simultaneously kneaded the cat's clitoral head with her paws and messaged the sensitive flesh tightly encircling her muzzle with her rough pads. She had done this so many times now that she know how to most stimulate and bring about climax the fastest. It was all too practical approach. But effective. She stood on the cougar's tail, allowing her to dig her feet into its sensitive underside with her claws as she continued her other work. The cougar lay on her back allowing for this positioning, as they both had learned this was the most effective to get the job done. After all, that had had plenty of practice at it. What had once took a hour for fox to bring cougar to climax, she could now do in just twenty minutes.

The fox was used to the taste of her son's juices. In fact, she was accustomed to the taste of all the animals, once human, that were cursed to stay on the grounds for the witch's sadistic amusement. Unlike her son and most the other animals, the witch didn't keep her around for reproduction. After only one litter of cubs, which had long since grown up and wondered off, she was given a very specific role. Perhaps it was the cruel irony of her small size, or being the head of the family, but she was essentially forced into the role of resident whore. Her task was quite simple, as dictated by the witch's instructions. Every day between sunrise and sunset, no exception, she was required to use her body to bring each individual animal on the grounds to orgasm at least three times a day, including herself. The exception was the cougar, whom she was required to service 6 times. This was only the second time of the day. The other exceptions was the blue-jay, her wife

She had long ago given up trying to resist the witch's commands. Not only was it impossible, but failure to reach her daily quota resulted in punishment, which was already built into her instructions. Any animal she failed to meet the minimum during the day, she had to continue eating out continuously throughout the night without rest. All the animals knew this, had experienced this humiliation, and so were more than willing to position themselves for her during their encounters. Perhaps some of them even looked forward to her services. After all, it was at least better than being raped by a male, or the witch herself.

Certainly the goat looked forward to her attentions. The goat with the painfully swollen udders, always leaking with milk. Not only did she have to service the goat's loins like the others, but she had to milk the goat routinely, the only effective technique being to suckle on them directly. It seemed her mouth was constantly filled with either the juices of another creature's sex, or with milk. In fact, she wasn't allowed to drink water. Nor was she allowed to eat. All her nutrients were entirely taken in during her daily "activities". Whatever fluid she helped extract, she had to consume. The exception was her own sexual juices, which she had to share with her son.

She was quite efficient at her tasks, and it was rare for her to fail any given day. Every so often she was forced to watch as witch ravaged the female cougar in her much larger male form. That was pretty much a daily occurrence, regardless of how pregnant or weaned the cubs were.

Aside from the she stuck to her tasks, moving from animal to animal using her muzzle, paws, feet, sometimes even her tail, to stimulate them to orgasm. And when they did, she cleaned them up afterwards, lapping up all of their juices, cleaning their matted groins. She could identify every animal here on taste alone, even when they mixed together in her own fur. The goats, the deer, the rodents, the cats, the wolf, the other animals... they all had distinct smells, distinct tastes. And they all and their own ways to most efficiently arouse and put over the edge, although all of them involved burying her muzzle deep into their sexes. Once done with one, she would lap up the aftermath, then move on to the next. She couldn't forget to service herself either. Unfortunately this always took the longest and was perhaps the task she hated the most. She had to do so with her family watching, and she had to "share" the fruits with her son... which literally meant having the cougar clean off her muzzle and lick her out afterwards.

Every so often the witch would introduce something new to the day. For example, when she was forced to feed the blue jay their son's own cum with her mouth, rather than swallowing it herself. Or the time she had to insert so many bird's eggs into the cat's vagina one at a time, so that she could "share her mother's experience". Almost always the special torments were designed as family activities.

But otherwise, the usual day had all become routine. A routine that had gone on for more days than she could remember. But she was quite good at it now. When she had a good day, her reward was a moment's reprieve in the evening. If not spending the entire night with her head between someone's legs, she was allowed to sleep. She could spend the time with her family. And she could lie with the poor blue bird as she laid her never-ending clutch of eggs.

Every night she would hope to see her other son again. It had been weeks since she saw the otter that used to secretly visit at night quite regularly. Perhaps she had found a way to find help. Or so she hoped.

That was about the only hope she had left in this horrible life.

For now, she just had to focus on the task at hand. The cougar lying beneath her let out a breathy moan, signaling she was near. The fox dug her hind legs into the cats' tail base rocking them back and forth. She rubbed at the sensitive inner vaginal lips pressed so tightly around her muzzle, as her tongue went to overdrive to work the sensitive inner walls deep inside.

As the walls around her tongue began to contract, the cougar let out a roar as the first heavy squirt of vaginal juices flooded the fox's waiting muzzle.