{"sf1_id":950641,"sf2_id":null,"title":"The Coon-Dog's Diaries (vol. 4 - FoxieFang)","author":"gratitude-advocate","words":5284,"posted_at":"2016-01-02T12:23:00.000Z","tags":["1st Person","Doggystyle","Elevator","Fellatio","Fox","Foxie","Foxiefang","GSD","German Shepherd","Hybrid","Knotting","M/F","Magic","Oral","Raccoon","Sex","Short Story","Vaginal penetration","Vixen","cunnilingus","dirty talk","fang","flirtatious","intercourse","kinky","maxwell"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/950641-the-coon-dog-s-diaries-vol-4-foxiefang","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/950641","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=950641\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"--------------------------------------------------------This written work is the sole property of Gratitude-Advocate (aka Michael Hall) © 2012. Do not remove the original artist's proof or alter, revise, plagiarize, or otherwise abhorrently copy this story or any passages included therein for your own benefit. Do not redistribute this story for any monetary gain in any way, shape or form without first consulting the original author's explicit \u0026 exclusive written permission. All rights have been reserved under penalty of law.--------------------------------------------------------This story is based entirely on adult-oriented fiction. The author himself does NOT condone or suggest any described behavior to be taken out in real life and will not be held responsible in one's decision to do so. Always practice safe sex with a condom and trustworthy partners. Any similarities between real events, locations and/or persons are completely and wholeheartedly coincidental. All included described characters, locations and/or events are written to represent purely fictional entities.--------------------------------------------------------Coon-Dog\nDiaries vol. 4 - Foxie Fang\n7/20/2016Dear Journal,\nUntil my encounter in a stalled\none, I've always feared elevators, leaning more in favor of taking the stairs.\nI find it funny how even the most random chance occurrence can (and did - for\nme at least) happen in the least likeliest of places imaginable.\n            Having\nfinished a dope delivery for a wealthy client in a sizable office building, I\nshould've known better. No doubt there'd be elevators in tow. I had arrived on\na weekend during a scheduled foundation renewal. Apparently the building itself\nwas old as fuck - roughly fifty years and counting - and wasn't in the most\ntip-top of shape. Some say they could even see the thing leaning on an especially windy day. Creepy stuff, I tell you. So\nthere I was, on floor nineteen of thirty-eight, standing wait in a busy lobby\nteeming with bustling workers. Some were human, most were anthro. There were\ncheetah secretaries running with paperwork in hand to photo-copying machines\nwith inclined haste. A grizzled old crocodile with a spare-tire potbelly and a\nburning cigar propped in one corner of his gaping jagged mandibles hollered\ndemands at spry young interns sat in numerous cubicles, typing diligently away\nat the money-making machined provided by The Man exclusively. A few wolf-boys,\na couple foxes, one particularly attractive vixen and a fair share of humans.\nMostly Latinos, Blacks and Asians. In other words, I was in the bowels of a\ncompany that catered to hiring minorities for work detail. Equal rights and\nall. I had no issues with it whatsoever, especially in a day and age where the\nWhite man can easily adhere all the goods and fuck what the others had to say.\nI suppose to a certain fault, I understood their reasoning to keep on keeping\non. These young typists, budding secretaries, teeming with power in all ten\nfingers (or finger-paws in some cases), provided power enough to make or break\nthe financial accounts of anyone, anywhere, anytime. That kind of power can go\nto a person's brain like heroin coursing through a junkie's veins if not\nholstered down well enough. Though I doubt-\nThe elevator bell dinged at last,\nfeeling like a year's waiting period. A nervous tic emanated from within my\ngut. My knees became quivery and my heart sped up a few beats too much. Damned\nelevator... I could easily have been down in the lower level by now. Hell, out on\nthe streets of Sacramento itself! But noooo,\nsomebody had to make a formative decision to pick today of all days to repair\nand reconstruct all the accessible staircases. The emergency-access ones were\nfree of course, only catch was the alarm that promised to buzz off incessantly\nupon opening any of these mine-traps. That wouldn't do. I had to suck it up and\nbite down on that great grain of panic-inducing salt if I had hoped to get\nthrough this damn thing in one piece. Man, how I just hated elevators to death\nright then and there!\nBy the time the big mechanical\nbastard finally arrived, I was on the verge of entering when I got cut off by\nthe attractive vixen from earlier. She just trotted right in my path, nearly\ncausing me to trip over myself in an effort to dodge her. I grunted impatiently\nand gave her a miffed look. Watch where\nyou're going, babe. When we entered, I pushed the \"*L\" button, illuminating\nit softly. She went to push the same button, saw me do it, then shook her head\nand stepped back, clearing her throat and readjusting the knapsack slung over\nher shoulder. When the doors retracted shut, so too did my throat. It dried up\non me quickly, rendering me a cotton-mouthed shep-coon wonder. I swallowed\nsaliva but to no avail - I was parched from nervousness. \nMeanwhile, my company kept\nglancing over at me in rudimentary little bouts of staring. I wondered if she\nwasn't sizing me up, perhaps imagining what I looked like out of my clothing,\nnude as the day in which I was born. Or maybe she just thought I was hardly the\nroutine demographic involved in a place like this. If I had worked here, it\nwouldn't be for very long. I didn't fit in with this crowd at all. This gaggle\nof white-collar 9-to-5'ers. My philosophy ran steadily with the \"Rock Hard All\nDay, Party Harder All Night\" ideology. These working-class acolytes were hardly\nworth my time of day. Though they did pay substantially well for their wares,\ntheir vices; their fix. \nFinally, I decided to return the\nsizing-up.\n\"Young lady, are you going to\ntake a picture or should I stare back to even the score?\" I said. All at once I\nsaw her shudder, practically blushing right through her cheek-tufts. \n\"Sorry mister... it's just that I\ncould've sworn I've seen you somewhere before...\" She said.\n\"Is that so? Couldn't hardly\nimagine where... I don't come here quite often. To California, I mean. And I\nespecially don't spend time here in SacTown either.\" I said to her. I was\nhoping my tone wasn't too far-gone flooded with irritability or sarcastic wit. Nervousness\nfrom the elevator itself didn't help make matters any easier.\n\"Maybe I've seen your face on\nTV... did you have something to do with a lumber-mill explosion or something? In\nOregon, I believe it was... years ago. Ring a bell?\"\n\"No... not really.\" I said. I felt\nmy blood began to boil and flow excessively through my veins. My synapses were\njolting exuberantly. She'd witnessed my grand outing in Eugene on the\nboob-tube... and they had a pic of me on live news?! \nOh God,\nmaybe that incident wasn't as well-covered as I had originally hoped! Better\nthink of something to discuss with this girl and FAST.\n\"Maybe you've heard of my band?\"\nI replied on a whim, hoping the change of subject would settle in and suffice.\nIt did, much to my luck.\n\"Maybe?? My boyfriend is really\ninto music, so he might have played your stuff. What's the name of your group?\"\n\"Enim-Noinu?\" I asked.\nShe pondered for a second, then\nshook her head with a confused gaze.\n\"Never heard of ya.\" She said. A\ntiny smirk curled up from one corner of her lip and one of her eyebrows cocked\nup in a curvy bend. \n\"Well, ain't that some shit?\nWe're the premier three-bodied alt-grunge group straight outta the core of\nGrant's Pass, up in Oregon? That's where I was born and raised.\"\n\"Oh! No wonder I haven't heard of\nyou then. I was beginning to think you'd been the perpetrator of that explosion\nI saw on the news. You just look familiar in that regard.\"\n\"That's crazy-funny. Must be\nanother shep-coon running around blowing up warehouses, eh?\" I asked nervously.\n\"Must be.\" She replied. \nThat was when the elevator came\nto a violent halt and the interior lights clicked off, replaced with a dull red\nglare, similar to a photographer's darkroom enclosure. That was also when I\nfelt the most panic... but I wasn't about to break out into tears in front of\nthis anthro vixen. She was perfectly calm... I figured I could take a cue from\nher. \n\"Oh great, now what?\" She asked,\nalmost to herself.\n\"I don't know... but this isn't\ncool. They'd better get somebody up here fast. What floor are we on?\"\nWe both glanced up. The LED\ncounter was flashing with an \"ERR\" message, the way a bedside alarm blinks\nafter a power-outage. \n\"Shit, I don't know.\" She\nreplied.\nI just took a deep breath\nthrough my nose and exhaled out my mouth. After a few deep breaths in this\npattern, I sat down upon the floor of the elevator shaft and wrapped my arms\naround my legs. The five-hundred dollars in my jeans pocket was a nice\ncommodity, but having to go through torture like this simply wasn't worth it.\nThat was when I remembered my cellphone. Reaching into my other pocket, I\nwhipped out the S4 and dialed 911. I was on the verge of pushing the green\n\"Send\" button, then the internal headset rang a blaring furious tone. I powered\noff the screen, pocketed the cell and reached for the phone. She answered it\nfirst though, since she was closer and I had to ease up off the ground first. \n\"Hello? Yes, no problem. No,\njust me and another. A shep-coon. Yeah. We're not too sure, the screen is\nflashing with an error message. Not too bad, really. The lighting in here is\nbarren, but we can manage a wait if need be.\" She removed the headset from her\near, cupping the mouthpiece with a hand-paw. \"Can you handle an extended wait?\nThis is the lead technician. He says a large pigeon got jammed in the gears and\nstalled the elevator. They're sending a crew out to remove the corpse and get\nthis thing working again. You gonna be alright until then?\" She asked me.\n\"As if I have a choice in the\nmatter?\" I said, shrugging cynically, sat down on the linoleum floor's surface,\ncross-legged and uneasy.\nShe nodded, and returned the\nheadset to her ear. \"We'll manage. Yes, thank you. Try as fast as you can,\nwe'll be grateful. Okay. Yes I know. Thanks again. Okay, bye-bye.\" She hung up\nthe receiver. A flurry of goose bumps prickled up in my skin, causing my fur to\nstand on end as in an electric current. \n\"So if we're gonna be locked up\nin this thing for a bit, I suppose the least we can do is get to know each other\na little better? I'm Foxie. What's your name?\"\n\"Maxwell. Maxwell\nBlackburnadeaux. Quite a mouthful, huh?\"\n\"Somewhat. My last name is Fang.\nA bit of a difference alright!\"\n\"I suppose! So, Foxie... a bit\ncurious about something.\" I said.\n\"Yes?\" Foxie asked with a hint\nof interest blossoming in her voice.\n\"You been working here for very\nlong?\" I asked.\n\"Hardly. I'm only sitting in on\nan internship to gain credentials enough to study abroad. I'm hoping to go to\nAustralia really soon though, mainly to extend my studies.\"\n\"Awesome! I've known a good\nnumber of others who decided to move to old Aussie-land for that very purpose.\nI wish you the best of luck in your endeavors, kiddo.\"\n\"Thank you. I appreciate any\nsupport I can get.\" She said alongside a brief chuckle.\n\"Now if we can only get out of\nthis sardine-can, then things can start happening!\" I said aloud in a\nnearly-helpless squeal.\n\"They're on their way now, or so\nI've been told. Hopefully that won't take too long. I don't want my mate to\nworry about me any.\" She said. Her eyes conveyed worried disdain, but her\nposture was relaxed and assured.\n\"Ah, no - wouldn't want that for\nyou either.\" I fondled at the cell-phone. Then an idea sprang forth out of the\nmurk of unsavory panic. \"Hey! Want to borrow my cellphone to call him? Maybe\nhearing from you will set his mind at ease and yours too.\"\n\"Nah, that's fine. He knows I'm\nwell. He knows it and I do too. Not worried a bit. Thanks for the offer\nthough.\" Foxie said matter-of-factly. She maintained her cool almost ridiculously\nwell through this entire ordeal. I was beginning to think she may have been\npart Buddhist or something, seeing as how well-oriented she was with patience\nand nerve-control. \n\"Okay then, if you insist.\" I\nsaid, stuffing the cell back into my pocket. \nWe sat in tow for a few more\nmoments, bathing in assured silence. I heard the constant shuffling of papers\nand beeping of electronic devices either on the floor above or below us through\nthe sliding mechanical doors. The elevator's cabin began to get stuffy, so I\nopted to remove my shirt. I looked at Foxie. \"You wouldn't mind, would you?\nIt's getting very hot in this thing.\" She already had her own blouse unbuttoned\ndown a few notches, exposing a considerable amount of cleavage. \"Not at all. Do\nwhat you must to become comfy. I did.\" Foxie said, pointing at her newly-opened\nshirt-passage. I smiled and nodded, removing my shirt in a speedy flash of\nmovement. The thing was dampened profusely. I rung the moisture out of it and\nhung it off a nearby handlebar to dry, then stood up to stretch my arms and\nback out, cracking and popping with each nuanced movement.\nAs I did this, I heard a giggle\nfrom behind me. I turned and looked at Foxie. Her blouse was completely\nunbuttoned now and she was holding both flaps shut over her chest, almost in a\nteasing manner.\n\"You say you play in a rock\nband, sir snaps-a-lot?\" Foxie asked.\n\"Yes, I'm the bassist and\nvocalist. Not to mention the songwriter, alongside my guitarist Bradley with\nall due respects, smarty-pants.\" I said, flinging my dreads off my shoulders\ninto a knotted tangle above my head.\n\"Well, mister rock-star, you\nmust be familiar with a sight like this?\" She folded her arms outright and\npulled free the blouse from her torso, exposing her upper-body entirely. Her breasts,\nsupple and perky, an appealing C-cup by the looks of it, possessed a pair of tiny\nheart-shaped areola upon her nipples. I found this sight to be an absolutely\nadorable, if not feverishly arousing, one. She giggled again, then slid her\nhand-paws up her thighs, fidgeting at her belt-buckle on her work-slacks. All\nat once my cotton-mouth dissipated. My socket felt like it was on fire as I\nstared relentlessly at her ongoing approaching advance. Topless, flirtatious,\napt to go a little wild. Holy shit, I'd never felt more like Steven Tyler than\nI did just then and there. That thought granted me another spark of\ninspiration. I reached quickly into my pocket, whipped out the cell-phone,\npushed a few buttons to boot up the music program, found Aerosmith's \"Love in an\nElevator\" and pushed Play. A sound of bustling commotion then echoed through\nthe moving closet from my handheld device. I propped it up into a nearby corner\nat an angle, enough to let it echo and play out loud in our broken elevator.\n\"Actually, that's the first time\nI've ever seen heart-shaped nipples. Kudos.\" I said after getting the device to\nplay some much-needed ambient background music.\n\"Wanna see if they taste as\nsweet as they look?\" Foxie asked. Her flirtatious edge was stifling now, almost\noverwhelming. Damn, what did I bring out in these women?! Before I even had a\nchance to ponder any further, she was propped against me, nearly dry-humping my\nleg.\n\"Damn baby, what would your\nboyfriend say?\" I asked her. My shock had reached new proportions by then but\nthat didn't stop me from sporting a colossal boner for her.\n\"Knowing him, he'd join in and\nfilm the action. Besides, you're a famous musician. I've never heard your\nstuff, but I've heard OF your band before. Seen a picture somewhere, perhaps in\nsome local fanzine. You, that fennec-hybrid and that panda-goat-demon thing-\"\n\"My drummer Maile, you mean?\" I\nintervened.\n\"-yeah, that's the one. I've\nseen you before... that's where I remember now. I recall having felt a twinge of\nattraction to you even back then. I had no clue how handsome you were in real\nlife, even with one eye missing.\" Foxie said. Her tone was almost dreamy, as if\nin a trance. \"You made a good choice in music to play. I approve highly of it.\"\nShe said, licking at her lips. Her face screamed promiscuity. I suppose mine\ndid too, to a fault. She was coming onto me very hard and I was becoming less\nand less nervous by the second. Suddenly, being stranded in a goddamn elevator\nwas the new-found highlight in my day, not making a successfully pricey drug\nexchange.\nI brushed my hand-paws along the\nthree walls of the elevator and caused a patch of Golden Poppies to grow from\nthe surfaces where contact was made. This filled Foxie's expression with\nunrestrained wonder, shock and awe. I doubt she'd ever seen anything quite like\nit. Soon, the elevator was more of an atrium than a darkroom, flooded with a\nsea of wildflowers both unique and local to the area. Ferns, lavender, sage,\nlilac, dandelions, carnations, gardenia bulbs... a slew that could make even a\nflorist blush with tickled-pink flattery.\n            \"How in\nGod's name do you do that?!\" Foxie asked. A twinge of excitement held sway over\nher voice, causing her to speak in a much higher than usual octave.\n            \"The same\nway I do this.\" I said. I tilted my head a bit to the side, creaking my neck,\nthen her belt began to unravel itself. The leather strap pulled through the buckle\nlike an inanimate snake, a living breathing thing wrapped around her\ncurvaceousness. It slithered through her belt-loops and came slamming down to\nthe ground. I then snapped my finger and caused it to rise up into the air,\ntwirling in a DNA-encoded pattern. Foxie stared relentlessly, jaw agape, eyes\nwide as dinner saucers, breath held in tightly. My telekinesis had knocked the\nwind out of her. I decided that I'd had enough show-and-tell. Now was time to\nmove onto more hands-on developments. But there was still her mate to consider.\nI didn't want her to be unfaithful to her man.\n            \"You're sure\nyou don't just want to try opening the escape hatch on the ceiling to air this\nsucker out a bit?\" I asked, pointing up above to the crawlspace access. \n            She grabbed\nmy shoulders and pushed me up against a nearby wall, sinking me into a bunch of\nlilies. \"You amaze me, shep-coon. Don't worry about a thing. This'll all be\nfixed soon. The mechanics are on their way even as we... well, not speak. As for\nmy lover?\" Foxie chuckled naughtily beneath her breath at this one. She raised\nher paw-padded wrist up to her mouth to stifle another laugh, then leaned in\nclose to me. Close enough so that I felt her heart-shaped nips press against my\nown chest. She nibbled a bit at my ear, then gave it a brief lick and said, \"I\ncan keep a secret if you can, love. I find it important to always have close\nfriends at one's disposal, wouldn't you agree?\"\nAll at once, I began to think of\nthe women whom I've savored in my life. I thought of Toots, Sin, RK, Maddy\n\u0026 Milly. I thought of the countless girls who wooed me into a divine\nslumber after countless past gigs. I thought of all those unprotected run-ins,\nall those fine \u0026 fancy fucks, all those numerous knots and ejaculations and unrelenting orgasms shared in the company of others. Then I smelled a\npotent whiff of pheromones. It was coming from Foxie. She was in heat, drowning\nslowly in my impending deviant sexual prowess. Her scent, mixed with my musk,\nmust have drove her insane with insatiable lust. Fuck knows it was doing\nwonders to my own hide, I could only imagine how she must've felt. After all,\nshe came onto me first.\n            \"I couldn't\nagree more, Foxie.\" I replied. \n            All at once,\nwithout another word, she knelt down and tugged my pants free. I felt my cock\nbob up and hang loose after being unsheathed, then I gazed down to see Foxie\nfondle at the knotted baculum-rod. She touched it lightly, teasingly, while\nstaring back up at me with a sultry smile. I bit my lower lip and winked with\nmy one good eye at her, then she opened her maw wide and wrapped her muzzle\naround my girth. The sensation of her tongue slathering against my shaft and\nknot was sensational. This was a girl who had plenty of practice in the oral\ncategory. I suddenly envied her mate, knowing he could have immediate access to\nthis any ol' time he pleased. I wasn't ever that substantial in relationships.\nNever could I hold onto just one true love. My single-laden swinger antics have\nput me in more than one perilous situation after another, but at least the\npleasure-factor has yet to diminish any. I saw true to that when Foxie cupped\nmy testes in her grip, then deep-throated me without a moment's hesitation.\n            \"AH!\nFfffuck, you're good.\" I said. Panting and breathing deep, I kept my legs\nspread and my hand-paw clenched down upon her head as her muzzle bobbed back\nand forth into my crotch, milking me of any pre-cum that I may have produced as\na result of her radical oncoming sexual approaches. She swirled her tongue\naround my shaft and squeezed my sac in a teasing manner. I felt ready to blow\nmy load into her throat right then and there. Probably would have too, if she\ndidn't reel back and gasp for air, moaning aloud and breathing just as heavily\nas I was. I felt my eye-patch begin to singe. She was priming me something\nfierce.\n            \"Good?\nSugar, you don't even know the half of it yet.\" Foxie said to me. Her voice was\nwavering but adorable. She sounded more nervous than I was, in many ways. She\nstood up and unbuttoned her slacks, letting them drop to the ground around her\nankles. She wore a pair of hot-pink panties that had been soaked through in the\npillow-soft crease that covered her most sensitive area. When she pulled at the\nelastic, I felt something snap in my head. A priming snap, if anything. I\ngrowled softly at her, then knelt down myself. I leaned in and tugged her\nseminal-fluid-soiled panties down to her slacks with my teeth, then gazed\nupward into her eyes, seeking out permission to commence onward with it. She\nlit up, her anxious expression forcing her to become somehow younger, then\nnodded and grinned favorably. I smiled then brushed my wet canine nose against her\nMons teasingly. She moaned slightly from each touch closer to her holiest of\nholes. \n            \"I may not\nknow the half of it... but I'm willing to find out, if you'll allow me that\nchance.\" I asked, breathing hot and heavy upon her exposed vaginal folds, red\nand swollen, clit perked out from under her hood, practically winking at me. \n            \"Yessssss...\nplease.\" Foxie said. She closed her eyes and left one half-opened. I saw her\neyes had rolled back into her head. That was plenty enough of a cue to me. I\ngrabbed her thighs, used my thumbs to spread her out a bit and buried my muzzle\ninto her vagina. She screamed and wailed, panting and moaning aloud. I brushed\nmy whiskers against Foxie's folds and swirled my tongue deep inside her,\nfeeling the skin clench tight and taut with each lashing. I was spelling my\nwhole name out in cursive for her with my mouth locked upon the surface of her\nsex, teeth collecting pubes, saliva mixing with pussy-juice, scrumptious beyond\nthe stars. I let my thumb glide into her tail-hole, prodding mercilessly, while\nI finger-fucked her with my other hand-paw, tonguing relentlessly at her\nclitoris. She twitched and jerked while I went to work downtown on her, sensual\nblonde hair swaying in her face, tail swaying beneath my chin excitedly. Her\ngrip was focused and she was clenched down upon my head rather tight, while\nmassaging at my earlobes passionately. When I had wrapped it up, my muzzle was\nfrothy with her indulgence and scented like the Pacific during the dry autumn\nseason. \n            \"Ready for\nround two then, Foxie?\" I asked. By then my eye-patch was burnt through. Orange\ncrumbles on the ground below were all that had remained of it. In its place,\nsuspended in mid-air, there was a glowing purple orb in my socket. It was\nfestering with red ribbons. I suppose this was some intrinsic pleasure-effect\nupon my powers? Whatever the case, she was diabolically amazing and I knew it\nfrom the moment I saw her taking orders from that Mafia-looking crocodile. \n            \"If round\ntwo entails getting fucked hard by a rock-star in a broken elevator while the\ntheme song itself plays loudly, then I'm more than ready. Bring it, Mr. B. I\ncan take it.\" Foxie said. She was spread wide, dripping with moisture,\naimlessly fingering herself, licking her lips in preparation for my imminent penetration.\nThe scent of wildflowers mixed with the potency of our entwined sex captivated\nmy senses and elevated me into a new profound enlightened candor-driven high. \n            \"Fair\nenough.\" I said as I stroked myself a bit, then marched down upon her. I scraped\nmy knotted erection against her thigh and licked at her neck, kissing and slathering\nupon her nape and chin. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and neck and\nlocked on tight, refusing to let go. I felt her tail brush between my legs and\nwrap itself around my own ringed butt-limb. Her breasts were perky and her\nheart-shaped nipples felt harder than dried apricots. I craned my slender\nshepherd-raccoon head down and sucked upon them, surprisingly finding the taste\nsimilar to cotton candy or pink Hostess snowballs. This drove me over the damn\nedge at last. I couldn't hold out any longer. No rest for the wicked. \n            \"Ready then,\nFoxie?\" I asked her, maintaining a softness in my strained voice.\n            \"I was born\nready, motherfucker. Do me like you did all your other girlfriends.\" Foxie said\nwith unrestrained excitement.\n            \"Okay then.\"\nI said. I grabbed hold of my cock and pushed myself into her, slowly at first,\nup to the knot. She cringed and shivered, legs wrapping tightly around my hips,\nankles locked in place right beneath the base of my tail. She looked into my\nsocket with profound interest, nearly hypnotized by the swirling aura-drenched\norb that resided there. After I discovered a good rhythmic pattern, I started\nto hump her deliriously. She was smooth, tight as a virgin, wild and untainted.\nShe uttered a little girlish squeal with each fresh new pumping, which kept me\nwell-situated and ridiculously horny. \n            As I went\nstraight to town fucking this kinky vixen girl, she began to sing along to the\nAerosmith song... word for word. I suddenly fell more in love with her than I\ncould've ever cared to admit. The sound of her vocal range echoing into my ear\nset me off and I began to thrust into her with radical speed and rough\ninsistence. Her breathing sped up and her gasps became full-fledged loud moans.\n\"Ah! Drill me! Harder! Fuck me, Max! Yes!\"\nShe was a feisty one no doubt, but I honored her wishes and began to hump\nharder, soon feeling my knot sliding in and out of her voluptuous folds. She\nscreamed and clawed at my back when that happened, biting my neck erotically\nand nearly drawing blood. I clenched down hard upon her thighs and buttocks and\nwith my legs spread a bit for leverage, fucked the daylights out of her in an\nupright against-the-wildflower-smothered-wall missionary position. Foxie reeled\nher head back and I saw her tongue had lolled out from one corner of her gaping\nmaw and her eyelids were fluttering non-stop. I leaned in and kissed her petite\nblack vixen nose lovingly. I was looking into her pleasure-drunken face when I\ncame into her the first time. I felt her shudder beneath my grip with each rope\nsquirted deep into her coral seas. \"New position, you fucking sexy vixen.\" I\nsaid. Foxie\ngrinned with profound pleasure and nodded insistently. I pulled out from her\nvagina, twirled her body around in a one-eighty-degree turn, forming a tiny\nthin cord of jizz that went from the tip of my cock to the very cusp of her folds,\nknelt her down on all fours and inserted myself into her from behind, riding\nher doggy-style. Her legs spread wide and her arms reached back to caress my\nwaist and chest while I did the dirty deed into her with hectic persistence.\n            \"Yes! Yes!!\nYES!!!\" Foxie hollered, face buried in a mound of Gypsophila, butt raised up\nhigh and buckling wildly into my groin, tail jerking to and fro aimlessly. Her\ngrip tightened harder with each passing second and I figured she must be close\nto enduring a climax. I leaned back and propped her up off her knees, then\nstraddled her upon my lap in a reverse-cowgirl pose. Her foot-paws rested upon\nmy knees, hand-paws clenched tightly upon my chest for support and hair\nbrushing against my neck, tickling at my chin, as I pushed and prodded my knot\ninto her folds, outstretching her relentlessly. She screamed with unfettered\nlust and, nearly weeping, squirted hard upon a large growing Bird of Paradise\nthat just so happened to be right in her line of fire. The sensation of her\nvaginal folds clenching irrevocably tight around my shaft drove me far over the\nedge of sanity and reason. I shared her orgasm with her, ejaculating deep into\nher pussy again, feeling the tip of my dick prodding at her cervix, knot buried\nballs-deep from within. I felt my own spunk leaking out freely, dribbling down\nupon my testes and the linoleum elevator floor beneath me. \n            Still buried\nknot-deep inside her, I leaned back upon the floor and pulled her close to my\nbody, back resting upon my chest. I was her makeshift cot right then and there,\nimmersed within an organic greenhouse of dense flora. \n            \"The song's\nover...\" Foxie said, giggling ever-so-cute afterwards. \n            \"I guess it\nis, huh? It isn't the only thing that's over either, methinks.\" I replied. I\ncaressed her in my grip, keeping her balanced upon my lap. All around us,\nflowers drooped and swayed. Some petals from our wall-hugging antics had been\nknocked loose and fallen to the floor. I reached down and began to finger at\nher clitoris, pinching and flicking and rotating. \n            Then the\nelevator doors pried open.\n            From the\nlight of outside, I saw a small group of interns, a couple security guards and\na fireman peeking in. They all stared without a word uttered, not even a cough\nor a clearing of the throat. Foxie and I just stared right back, like lab\nspecimens in a petri-dish gawking indifferently upon interested scientists.\n            \"Yeah, not\nthe only thing that's over alright.\" Foxie replied to me embarrassingly, gazing\nback at me with lavender-hued irises blazing in the new-found light of the\noutside world. One of the interns cupped a hand over her mouth, blushing\nbeet-red. I just laughed aloud, waving at both the group of young budding world rulers and the fireman, giving him a thumbs-up for effort in rescuing us\nfrom the goddamn claustrophobic pit of doom. \n-Maxwell H.B.","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/950639-the-coon-dog-s-diaries-vol-3-berinvalar.json"}