The Black Fox
Story by Fawayne on SoFurry
Just a quick pornflick that I threw together.
The fallen Autumn leaves had long since painted the whole forest in all imaginable and unimaginable shades of orange and red. Yet did its nature feel surprisingly stale, lifeless even.
The chirping of wild birds had grown scarce, as the howls of the northern wind heralded the coming of winter.
I was alone.
The careful movements through the underbrush had gone unnoticed, rewarding the iron sights of my old rifle with the most unusual hunting game one might think of.
The black fox in front of me wouldn't even see it coming.
Or at least, that's what I would have liked to tell, but hesitation struck my heart when I saw the thin thing gnawing at a root it had dug out from the unforgivingly hard soil. But the trigger was more than halfway squeezed. There was no turning back.
The animal was completely at my mercy.
Its smooth looking, raven black fur bore a stark contrast to his vivid surroundings, making him almost too easy to pin in this ocean of yellow and red.
Exhaling quietly, I clasped my finger.
My ears rung with the sound of ignited gunpowder, and the padded shaft did little to lessen the recoil of my chosen tool, as if it was trying to make me feel the full weight of all the consequences a taken life could harbour.
Even an amateur would have a hard time to miss a shot from my position. Surprisingly however, I did.
My game scrambled away in an instant, the dirt laden root tightly clasped in its canine fangs.
I took a while to ponder what line of maniac thought made me wrench my rifle up during the most decisive of moments. If it was due to the odd color of Its fur, or its displayed effort to take hold of a meager meal, I would never know.
By the end of the day, the body of a deer was proudly bleeding out near my lodge. It was a far better game than the fox, as I had no interest in its fur or any more useless trophies. No, the meat my hunt would spoil me with was by far the better outcome.
I had prefered this little cabin to my home for as long as I could remember. And even trough the heritage had started to show signs of decay, it only mattered little to me.
A small oven, a few shelves and a makeshift table that my old man had carpentered by himself filled most of its little space. The bed was sparse too, but more than adequate for a person low on standards.
After stripping it bare of his skin, I spend the whole next day outside to butcher the cervine for all it was worth.
But fulfillment quickly gave birth to boredom as eating, sleeping and the occasional stroll through the bare growing forest became something of a sore routine, like it had been all those years. I often dwelled on how it would feel to be stripped bare of all the commodities our modern world had to offer. How it would feel if every movement made and every single action taken become decisive to your own survival.
But mankind never followed nature's rules.
I don't know how what made me notice the shallow breathing fox near a collapsed den. And neither did I knew what kind of screwed thought had made me take its scrawny body with me, instead of ending its agony on the spot. Chances were pretty high that it was the very same animal which I had missed on days past. Now the unique colored fox was, again, at my mercy. I had expected a struggle, or at least a mean snarl against the larger creature that had hoisted her up, but the rather large vixen turned out to be surprisingly cooperative. Or maybe she simply lacked the strength to do anything but to stare at me while I carried her weak body back to my lodge.
I honestly didn't expected that she accepted my food so willingly, or that she had chosen to stay near my cabin even after her body had grown strong again. The rations of food I shared with my feral guest had seemed to entice her.
She also seemed to grow closer with each day that passed by, sometimes going so far as to nuzzle her black furred head against my outstretched palm.
At one point, she even presented her belly in an act of submission.
… Or maybe she just wanted to be entertained.
Depravity had made me take her inside the cabin for the first time a month after she had joined my life. Frost had started to claim the land, and her raven black coat had grown even thicker. I felt marvelously fleecy to the touch. I flinched in surprise when she suddenly jumped on the empty table, providing the necessary leverage for the cunning vixen to lick at my surprised face with that warm sloppy tongue of hers. Honestly speaking, I was frightened and surprised at the same time as her actions and closeness stirred emotions inside of me that I thought long since lost. Soft and careful, I returned her affections. Soon the innocent motions of my palms through her velvet fur turned into a delightfully forbidden endeavour. The black fox seemed to have taken my hint. Turning herself around in an instant, I mused whether the sly vixen truly craved my touch, or simply bribed me for prolonging her stay with everything her body had to offer.
Even if she was doing the later, I had hardly any reason to complain.
I carefully lifted her soft tail out of the way, revealing a small, fleshy opening beneath and even smaller pucker.
I had hunted down a good deal of foxes during my life, but never had the sight of those animalistic openings enticed me in a way like hers.
A sense of giddiness filled me as my thumb softly caressed her outer opening, feeling a certain dampness emerge as she rocked her body back against my tough.
An almost uncouth sounding yip escaped her muzzle when I started to push my first finger inside of her eager vulva. The warm, sacred and confining feeling one would expect for any kind of female to have quickly stirred my own lust. I enjoyed the closeness for quite some time, as did the vixen…
...probably.
Soon a second finger joined my first one, making her buckle and scramble on the wooden furniture as my probings and thrusts grew her faster and faster. I even tried to enter other hole with my slicked fingers at some point, but a menacing growl of her ended the endeavour before it began.
An eager series of licks cleaned my fingers as I paused for a moment. The sweet fragrance of her own essence than clung onto them seemed to turn her on even further.
But I had grown weary of pleasuring my black furred host. With an almost feverish eagerness I beckoned her onto my small bad. Another yip escaped her when I turned her body around. Mesmerised by her appeal and continued submission, my fingers drew circles on her sensitive parts as I kneeled above her vulerable form. Her feral snout looked like she was grinning at me, almost taunting me to go lewder.
In a careful fashion, I pushed the tip of my member inside her waiting orifice and nearly lost myself in an instant. The vixen felt as tight as I had expected. But never the less did I continue to invade her smaller body without hesiation. My hand had found a secure grip on her hind legs, lewdly holding my feral lover in place. The unnatural warmth of her love tunnel, mixed with the natural wetness it provided certainly made it easy for me to speed up my thrusts. The vixens whining noises almost sounded like a protest as my hands let go of her rear legs, only to turn into yips of anticipation when I firmly hugged her tightly beneath my thrusting body. Not a single part of her was fighting my lewd touches as I explored every part of her shuddering form.
I didn't knew what the black vixen felt when I finally came inside her. Her body grew limp for a moment as wave after wave of uselessly spend seed filled her eager womb. She looked equally satisfied, but surprisingly eager for further affection. I just laid there for a while, cuddling her light, warm and incredibly soft body beneath my own, delving on her total submissiveness.
I nearly dozed off atop of her, but a series of warm licks from her warm tongue stirred my desires yet again, making me pound her obedient body for the second time in a row,
claiming her as mine.
The rest of my hunting days would follow the same pattern of beastly sex and affectionate snuggling. I only left the cabin to relief myself. Luckily for me, she did the same. Despite all the love and affection we shared, I was still treating her like a better pet, for it seemed to be what she wanted.
On the day the first snow fell onto the ground, my black furred vixen suddenly disappeared, leaving me almost heartbroken.
But to my utter surprise, she returned just the day after, followed by a second fox in tow. The red and scrawny thing also looked like it had no quarrel to eagerly submit itself in prospect of easy food and a comfy den.
I would need a second deer sooner than I had expected.