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A commission for :iconqazaq123: and apparently the first Hugo & Rita fanfic on SoFurry, showing what would have happened between these two in their little den if they hadn't been interrupted...

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“This will do, I don't think anyone's lived here in a while!" Rita practically chirped as she looked around a comfy but apparently abandoned den.

Her bushy tail was swishing excitedly behind her, betraying her enthusiasm and (the vixen hoped) giving her yellow-furred friend a glimpse of what was beneath it. She was grinning from ear to ear, still unable to believe this was all real.

Ever since she'd first met Hugo she'd dreamt of their reunion, only to be disappointed when she woke up to find he was still half a world away from her. It was especially heart-breaking after she'd gone into her first heat, and the tone of her dreams changed, becoming decidedly more intimate, although no less playful.

Her mother had been a little disappointed when the young vixen decided to avoid other foxes during her heat, announcing instead she was saving herself for a male she was unlikely ever to see again. Even her little brothers would tease her about being in love as the young vixen spent her nights staring at the moon, as if hoping to see the face of the male she loved reflected in its silvery surface.

But the mischievous primate seemed to have a talent for getting himself abducted, which paired quite well with Rita's talent of getting him out of the trouble he tended to land in. And their reunion couldn't be better timed, the happily humming vixen already able to feel the tell-tale signs of her next heat approaching.

“With a little cleaning and airing out, this will be a wonderful place to spend the winter…" she almost purred out, imagining the long nights she'd spend curled up with Hugo, the two of them sharing their body heat, and hopefully much more.

“Tickle-tickle!" the yellow-furred primate shouted out, his nimble finger's already dancing over the vixen's sensitive sides.

“Gah! Stop that!" Rita cried out as she did her best to squirm away, although she could tell her body was reacting a little differently to the young male's touch. As she tore herself out of her friend's grip, she made sure to trail her tail under his nose, both to tickle back and to give him a taste of her scent, hoping to get an altogether different reaction from him.

Rita loved this side of her friend – the playful, whimsical nature of him that had first attracted her – but she was hoping for something more. He was still innocent, and for the matter so was she, but the vixen felt she was the more mature of the two of them and that it would be up to her to make the first move.

And she was confident she could. She noticed the way Hugo's eyes took in the sight of her sleek body whenever he thought his friend wouldn't notice him staring, the hungry look in his eyes telling her that there was a spark there that could ignite quite a bright little flame, more than enough to keep them warm through the winter.

“Here, make yourself useful and help me with these… “ she said, carrying in pawfulls of soft green moss from outside. Once Hugo got the idea, the vixen began to pile them on a little ledge, humming as she prepared a nice little bed for the two of them, the idea of making two never even entering her head.

“Ahh, there we go…" she said, jumping up and settling down on the soft green pile “Come and feel how soft it is…" Rita husked as she plopped down on her side, the tip of her bushy tail twirling eagerly in the air.

“It feels nice…" the yellow-furred primate said as he climbed onto the mossy pile “You sure it will keep us warm enough? It already seems quite chilly outside…"

“Oh, it will. We just have to make sure to snuggle up very close to share our… heat." The vixen said, blushing a little as the last word reminded her of just what she intended to share with him.

As if to illustrate the point Rita threw one paw around Hugo's neck, drawing the unprotecting male closer to her. Seeing an opportunity, Hugo's hands darted out, finger's gliding over the playful vixen's creamy belly. Rather than the usual exasperated giggles, Rita responded with a strange little gasp, and he could feel her trim tummy tremble under his paws.

“Y-you don't have to stop…" the vixen said in a breathy voice, her reply a far cry from her usual mock-annoyed 'Stop it!' or 'Cut it out!'.

Hugo was puzzled by her suddenly playful mood, but decided to go with it, running his nimble paws up and down the creamy fur on the vixen's underside. Rita sighed in delight, lying on her back to give the male's roaming hands better access. Her oncoming heat was making her quite sensitive, especially the little nipples hidden under her fur, the little nubs that the yellow-furred male's fingers would unknowingly brush against every so often.

Hugo was almost disappointed that Rita no longer seemed ticklish. Usually he could make the vixen squeal and squirm with just a few well-placed touches, but now it seemed the more he ran his paws over her body, the more eager it made her to be felt up. It also occurred to him that their little burrow was starting to smell nice. When they first came in it just smelled of some musty animal the vixen had identified as a badger, whatever the hell that was, but now it smelled sort of like… Rita.

It was only when his paw slipped a little too low and the reclining vixen let out a sharp gasp that his brain finally put two and two together. He wasn't ignorant of mating, since even a jungle canopy doesn't offer much privacy from a skilled tree-climber with a knack for going where people don't want him to. It's just that he'd never seen another member of his species, so he never gave mating all that much thought.

“D-don't stop…" Rita husked, placing one paw on top of Hugo's to keep his nimble fingers on her warm little sex.

The sight of the panting vixen lying flat on her back, her forepaws folded against her fluffy chest as she regarded him with bedroom eyes made the young male consider that his mate need not be from his own species. He felt his own chest begin to rise and fall, his heartbeat speeding up at the sight of a very willing young female writhing sensuously under his touch.

Rita let out a happy little yip as Hugo slid one finger over her needy sex, the soft pad slipping just a little past the folds of her virgin spade. She couldn't help but grin at the expression on her soon-to-be-mates face, his eyes wide as he gently pressed the nimble digit against the vixen's cunny, feeling the soft pad sink just a little bit further past her moistening folds.

“You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Hugo asked, all too aware of the blush turning the yellow fur of his face orange.

“Mm-hmm…" the vixen just hummed, one of her hind legs kicking a little as the male's finger touched a sensitive spot just inside her sex. “And it looks like you are too…" she said, her eyes drifting slyly to bellow Hugo's belly.

Following Rita's gaze, Hugo looked down until he spotted what had caught the vixen's eye – about two inches of his rosy-pink shaft had slipped out of his sheath, the tapered tip already leaking a few clear drops as the smell of a female in heat filled the small den. Rita surprised him by jumping nimbly onto her four paws, a mischievous smile on her flushed face as her little black nose twitched, taking in Hugo's scent.

“Now it's my turn…" the vixen husked, her tail twirling as she turned to face the yellow-furred male, her muzzle diving towards the source of the scent she'd sniffed out.

The vixen's eyes crossed as she focused on the shaft slowly emerging from its plump golden sheath, her nostrils flaring as she took in the strange smell of her male. His scent was unlike anything she'd smelled in the forest before, and the vixen wondered if her own feminine musk seemed as exotic to Hugo. Unable to hold back anymore, the curious vulpine flicked her tongue out, getting a quick taste of the juices leaking from her lover's shaft even as the startled male let out an eager gasp.

Encouraged by his response, and eager to make him squirm for a change, the vixen opened her scarlet muzzle and slid it down his length until her nose pad bas brushing up against his sheath. She smiled around the length now spurting eagerly onto her velvety tongue, caressing the warm shaft and coaxing more and more of it out of its sheath.

The sight of the vixen looking up at him, her expression amorous and impish at the same time, almost made Hugo's heart skip a beat. He put one hand on Rita's head, scratching her behind her ears and making the eager vulpine moan around his shaft, the sensation enough to make him squirm in place and for more of his length to slide out into that warm muzzle.

Rita could have happily spend the rest of the afternoon suckling her friend-turned-lover as her ears were lovingly scratched, but other needs forced the vixen to pull her delicate muzzle off the shaft leaking its juices down her throat. Her eyes went wide at the sight of the thing, the young vulpine realizing that she didn't quite notice how much Hugo's member had grown under her loving ministrations.

The sight of the jungle animal's fully erect cock was enough to make her tail swish in anticipation as she examined it more closely. From what her mother had told her, Hugo didn't seem to be all that different from a tod. True, he lacked the knot that a male fox had, and his glistening shaft was more pink than red, but it had the same tapered tip a male of her species would be sporting.

It also seemed vulpine enough to stir something deep inside her, and before the vixen knew what she was doing she'd spun in place, turning her back to Hugo as she lowered her front onto the soft moss, her rear still raised slightly with her big bushy tail hiked up high enough to make sure her mate got a good view of what was hidden beneath it. She looked behind her and was thrilled by the expression on the young male's face as his eyes zeroed in on her inviting little spade, the vixen grinning from ear to ear as she saw his cock twitch in anticipation.

Rita let out a shuddering sight as Hugo placed his nimble paws on her fluffy rump, giving her rear a little squeeze as his hands traveled up her body, over her hips and down her thighs. His touch wasn't tickling her now, although she could feel her body twitching beneath his paws, but the sensation only made her eager for more, rather than making her want to squirm and get away. She gasped when she felt those arms wrap firmly around her waist, raising her rear and pulling it back a little until she could feel something warm and hard poking first around her now moist sex and then…

“P-please… say something sweet…" the vixen said, her voice shaking with a bone-deep need as her mate's shaft wedged itself between her sensitive folds, her heart pounding as she prepared to cross this final threshold into womanhood.

Hugo fought off a sudden urge to sheathe himself inside the willing female and feel her body wrap itself around his, the brain of the usually mouthy mammal suddenly at a loss for anything to say. Well, there was one thing in his mind, so he figured that would have to do…

“I love you Rita…" he spoke softly just above the vixen's keen ears a second before he pushed forward, his vulpine lover yipping happily as her wet sex seemed to swallow his shaft.

The sensation of Hugo's cock spearing her heat-swollen sex was like nothing Rita had ever felt. Well, almost. The vixen made sure to keep herself clean, so she was used to the sensation of a tongue brushing over and occasionally dipping into her little spade, but the sensation of a hard, warm shaft parting her folds as it slid into her moist cunny felt more amazing than the vixen ever imagined.

Her lover hadn't gotten far when the young vulpine felt a bit of resistance, followed by a sharp stinging pain as Hugo took her virginity even as he gave her his own. The vixen tensed up on instinct, gritting her teeth as pain mixed in with the pleasure of having a male inside her for the first time. Her discomfort hadn't gone unnoticed by her mate, and Rita soon found herself relaxing as Hugo held himself still, his hands rubbing along her belly, his fingers dancing over the sensitive little nipples hidden under the creamy fur of her front.

The pain soon faded under her mate's loving caresses, and the young vixen let out an eager little sight, signaling him to continue. His shaft still stretched her as it claimed her untouched depths, but the sensation was pleasant despite the way her sex was straining as it was stretched out by a male for the first time. And judging by Hugo's groans, the sensation of her velvety vulpine walls wrapping around him like a glove must have felt nice for him as well.

Rita had gotten so used to the slow slide of Hugo's twitching shaft into her freshly deflowered sex that she let out a startled yip when she felt his hips pressing against her rear, his entire cock now buried snugly in her twitching spade. Her muzzle was left hanging open as she luxuriated in the sensation of the hard, warm length throbbing so deep within her eager young body, a little thrill running through her lust-fogged mind as she realized she could feel her lover's heartbeat from inside her sex.

She gave her scarlet behind a little wiggle, and her legs almost gave way when the cock lodged within her shifted and rubbed against the sensitive walls of her vixenhood. She smiled at the happy little groan this drew from Hugo, realizing her mate was feeling just as overwhelmed by being inside her as she was by having him.

The vixen took a deep breath when she felt her lover's hands shift, the paws rising until they were wrapped firmly around her slim waist, something that despite the difference in their species Rita recognized as a mating hold. Her ears were soon filled with the sounds of her panting, eager little huffs leaving her slim muzzle as she thrust her rear out as far as she could, urging her mate on.

She was glad for her friend's firm grip on her waist as her legs nearly buckled from the sensation of Hugo's cock slowly sliding out of her sex, her folds clinging lovingly to the now slick shaft as she was left achingly empty when all but the tip of her mate's cock slid out of her. And she fought an urge to howl when the whole thing once again made its way inside her eager cunny.

It wasn't the careful, tentative progress Hugo's cock had made when he was taking her virginity, but rather one smooth stroke that hilted his entire length, burying it inside her clenching sex and making the vixen whimper in sheer delight. Her lover pressed himself as deep as he could go, enough to make the lusty vulpine feel the tip of his cock gently brush against something deep inside her even as his furry sack bumped against her stuffed spade.

The shaft left her sex once again, and the vixen rested her front on the mossy bed, tail still hiked up as high as it would go as she enjoyed her very first mating, her yellow-furred lover now pistoning his steely shaft in and out of her at a steady pace. Each thrust coaxed either a moan or a yip from her throat, and each lusty noise seemed to spur her mate on.

Hugo took in a deep breath, the fur on the back of his neck bristling as the scent of a vixen in heat filled his lungs. Looking down at the Rita's rosy rump he could see her now slick cunny wrapped firmly around his length, her sex seeming to clench up on him when he pulled out, as if desperate to keep him in, and relaxing whenever he thrust, letting himself sheathe his length back into the vixen's warm love-tunnel.

His yellow hips moved on instinct, speeding up little by little as Rita voiced her delight, every eager sigh and moan goading him to rut her harder. As every breath carried the vixen's musk into his lungs, an instinctive part of him recognized the scent, even though it wasn't from within his species – the heady perfume of a fertile female, eager to be bred.

Of course, if he could have seen Rita's face it would have been clear even without the scent. The vixen's slim muzzle was wide open, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she panted eagerly, letting out hot little puffs of air in time with every thrust of her lover's hips against her rump. Her vision dimmed and blurred as she focused entirely on the physical sensations she was experiencing – the firm hold her mate had on her waist as he pulled her back to meet every thrust, the sensation of their juices trickling slowly past her folds and soaking into the soft, fluffy fur between her hind legs…

But more than anything there was the sensation of a steely, throbbing heat pistoning in and out of her recently deflowered sex. Her mother had told her that mating felt amazing, like nothing else in the world, back when Rita was going through her first heat and the older vixen was trying to motivate her to go out and find a nice tod.

She'd learned how to use her tongue to alleviate some of the urges she'd been feeling then, but she only now realized how mediocre her attempts were. She felt something building inside her, an almost literal heat that seemed to grow with every thrust, every pump of Hugo's shaft into her eager spade, and the panting vixen wondered how much that feeling could continue to grow, and more to the point, how much could she stand?

Her black ears swiveled and flicked, picking up the now distinctly wet sounds of their coupling as Hugo sped up, barely pulling out of her as he jackhammered into her rear. The vixen pressed her chest firmly against the soft moss, her forepaws feeling too weak to stop her from being knocked forward by the force of her lover's thrusting.

Her yips and gasps had at some point turned to strange high-pitched whines, noises the young fox never even knew she could make as the sensations of her first mating threatened to overwhelm her. Just then Hugo lowered his body on top of hers and for some reason having his weight on her back, feeling the heat of his body both outside and inside her just seemed profoundly right. She realized then that it felt like that because that's how a tod would breed her- covering her as he pumped furiously, trying to get his knot in and tie with his vixen.

It turned out that just the idea of getting knotted was enough to tip over the vulpine's frazzled brain, and everything Rita had felt building inside her suddenly came crashing down, one last yip leaving her throat as she felt her whole body shudder under her lover, her no longer virgin sex squeezing the pistoning length, caressing it and almost begging for the male to give her what she needed.

Rita's loud yip almost tore Hugo away from wherever his mind had been floating for… well, to be honest, he had no idea how long it had been since he'd mounted the vixen. But something was definitely going on with the vulpine female, her whole body seeming to tremble as her dripping cunny appeared to shrink, the silky walls wrapping around the male like a velvet vice, the amazing sensations he'd been feeling becoming even more intense until…

When she felt the first hot spurt gush into her needy sex, Rita had intended to howl, to voice this feeling of profound completion and contentment, but was somewhat miffed that her amorous cry came out as just a strange mewl. Still, it was an honest sound, telling her lover perfectly just how she felt as he lay beneath him, her sex clenching eagerly in time to the twitching of her mate's cock as it sent ropes of fertile cum deep into her young body.

The two lovers lost track of time as they stayed like that, panting and trying to get some strength back, only now realizing just how exhausting their little encounter had been. Rita could feel Hugo's shaft softening inside her sex, her deflowered cunny feeling quite tender but still reluctant to let her mate's member leave it, her puffy folds clinging to every cum-slicked inch until the tip finally slipped out of her, leaving thin pearly line of cum dripping from the well-bred spade.

Hugo's paws were still wrapped around her, and as the yellow-furred primate flipped them both over onto their sides, the vixen let out a little grunt, but didn't protest. The heat of her mate, both within and without her, felt so soothing that the vixen was finding it hard to keep her eyelids open, and when she heard a yawn from behind she decided not to bother. She wriggled back a little trying to get as close to her friend as she could before they both drifted off.

*******

“Rita, it's the end of the world! The forest is dying!"

Hugo had made the ominous proclamation earlier that day when he woke up to find that the trees were almost completely bare. The vixen couldn't help but giggle at his ignorance, trying to assure him that it was just fall giving way to winter. As she lay next to the shivering jungle-dweller she felt a little less amused.

Rita had noticed it was getting colder outside, but she'd fixed their den up and with the two of them inside it felt quite cozy to the vixen, who'd lived through her share of winters. She also knew it would get much colder quite soon and worried about her mate. If Hugo was shivering now, what would it be like when the snow and the freeze hit? And there was also the question of food. They had put some by for the lean days ahead, but she doubted it would be enough to sate the yellow male's prodigious appetite.

“Hugo, are you still cold?" she asked, although she could feel him shivering even as she curled up against him.

“Y-yes…" the huddled male stuttered out through chattering teeth.

The vixen gave her friend's neck a loving lick before getting up, an idea forming in her mind how she could warm him up. They'd have to think of something else by the time the snows came, but for now she had an notion of how she could make her mate a little more comofrtable. She rolled Hugo over onto his back, grinning at her friend's slightly confused face before she turned around and stood on top of him.

She slowly lowered her red-furred form until she was resting comfortably on top of the surprised male, adjusting herself until her muzzle was just above his sheath and raising her tail to expose her snug little sex to him. She couldn't help but smile as the sound of chattering teeth was replaced by audible sniffing as Hugo took in her scent, the effect of her musk obvious as his sheath started to swell before her very eyes.

“Mmh, feel how nice and warm I am?" she said, stretching her hind-legs a little and letting Hugo have a tantalizing glimpse of the warmest part of her.

A tingle went up her spine when she felt his nimble paws on her behind, groping her cheeks a little and making her tail swish up even further as those dancing fingers traveled lower. The vixen's muzzle fell open when she felt paw-pads on her already moist sex, her lover spreading her little spade open to reveal the silky-pink tunnel hidden behind it.

And since her muzzle was open anyway, the vixen figured she might have some fun as well. As the tip of Hugo's cock emerged she let it slide past her lips, cradling it against her tongue as she gently licked the leaking tip. She felt a few puffs of air against her own sex, her lover taking in her scent a little more before a tongue found its way between her own legs, making the vulpine gasp softly around the shaft slowly sliding into her muzzle.

A tongue on her vixenhood was nothing new to Rita, but she had no idea someone else's would feel so different. She felt her whole lower half tingle every time Hugo ran his tongue over her twitching spade, the tip of it dipping just a little bit into her honeypot with every swipe. Deciding to return the favor, she began to twirl her tongue around the shaft stiffening rapidly in her muzzle, the taste of her lover as he leaked into her mouth making her moan as she licked up every drop.

For a split second Hugo's licks faltered, and in that second the vixen could feel those soft finger-pads press against her spade a second before she felt herself being stretched open forther, her glistening pink passage exposed to her amorous mate. The yellow-furred male didn't take long to admire the sight and a second later Rita yipped into the length impaling her muzzle as Hugo' tongue now slid inside her, deeper than her own had ever gotten.

Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as the silky appendage invaded her sex, the supple length probing and poking inside her, touching sensitive spots the vulpine never knew she had. Her mind was soon swimming and she found she couldn't concentrate on pleasuring her mate, choosing instead just to slide her muzzle down until she reached his sheath, hoping it would be enough.

Thoughts of cold, hunger, and what he still believed was an impending apocalypse were driven from Hugo's mind as he focused on touching those places inside Rita's sex that made her let out those strange little noises. Her own mouth felt amazing as it suckled on his twitching length, but he suspected the vixen was enjoying what she was getting from him just a little bit more.

Maybe a lot more, he thought as he felt the now familiar tremors shake the scarlet female's slim body, her sex pulsing around his tongue as her juices gushed into his muzzle. He drank up the vixen's honey eagerly, her taste seeming to entice his as much as her scent did as his mind began to swim. Back home, he'd sometimes gorge on over-ripe fruits and afterwards he'd get this pleasantly dizzy sensation, and as he licked Rita's sex clean he felt something similar, a sort of strange giddiness washing over him.

As surprising as her climax had been, Rita realized it had only left her desperate for more, her body seeming to know the difference between a male making her feel good, and that special sensation of fullness that came from taking his seed deep inside her. The need to feel just that took control of her, the vixen's muzzle sliding off her lover's cock even as she raised her rear away from his face.

She twirled around, her bushy tail swishing as she came face to face with her mate. It also just happened that other parts of them were now also perfectly aligned, the vixen's rump slowly sinking until she felt the prodding tip slip just barely past her silky folds. With a happy little sigh she sank down on her mate's length, her well-tongued cunny easily stretching around the stiff member, her heart racing as she once again felt that wonderful fullness that only came when Hugo was buried snugly in her little cunny.

When her spade brushed against his sheath the vulpine let out a sigh of contentment, wriggling her hips a little and delighting in the sensation of the male's cock shifting in her velvety sex. She couldn't help but smile at the rapturous expression on Hugo's face, finally able to see what he looked like when they mated. She blushed a little as she realized he'd be able to see her, wondering at the sort of expressions her face took on during these blissful interludes.

It also occurred to her there was something else they could do in this position, and a second later the vixen had her muzzle pressed against Hugo's. She moaned into their kiss, the intimate gesture seeming a thousand times more potent with his shaft twitching eagerly inside her even as the tip of his tongue slid playfully into her mouth.

Rita lowered her body on top of her lover, pressing herself as close to him as she could as her hips began to rise, her cunny sliding gently off her mate's glistening length until she brought it down again. The feeling was as amazing in this position as it was with Hugo humping away behind her. There was something about the sensation of his shaft just barely grazing that barrier deep within her that made her feel so complete…

Well, almost. She knew what she really needed, especially now that her heat was in full swing. Well, all to better to warm him with she thought impishly as she bounced her rust-colored rear up and down his length, never breaking their kiss even as she began to let out her little yips and gasps as the tingling sensation spread from her rear all throughout her body.

She reveled in the feeling of Hugo's arms wrapping around her, holding her tight against him until they were pressed so close together that she couldn't tell the thudding in her chest apart from the beat of her mate's heart. She broke their kiss with some reluctance, but with all the work she was doing the vixen found herself to short of breath to continue. This position wasn't very instinctive, and there was a part of her brain that kept telling her to get on all fours and let her male mount her properly, and as fun as she knew that would be, she couldn't tear her eyes away from Hugo's, the intimacy of this moment too intense for either of the two lovers to break it.

Just as she'd settled into a steady rhythm, the vixen felt Hugo's hips smack into her crotch once she began to slide down, almost bouncing her rump off his shaft. She cried out from the sensation, but the noise that left her muzzle told the male below her in no uncertain way just how that thrust had made her feel.

She settled for merely wriggling her rear up and down a little, sliding just far enough to meet her lover's eager thrusts as his hips bucked, the sensation of his cock pistoning in and out of her slick sex making the vixen yip with every bounce. She could see Hugo's teeth were clenched as he put all of his strength into mating her, and knew her own muzzle was open, her tongue hanging out as she panted lustily.

Hugo had forgotten all of his worries in that blissful moment as he humped into Rita with all of his strength, the smell and sounds of the amorous vixen urging him on, begging him to breed her. The heat of her against and around him was sheer bliss, warming him more than the morning sun shining through the dense jungle foliage. He felt his sack pull up a little and knowing he was close redoubled his efforts, determined to make Rita feel as good as she was making him feel.

The vixen saw her lover's eyes take on a glazed expression a second before the length invading her cunny began to twitch. Recognizing Hugo's impeding climax, Rita drove her hips down hard, pressing her rear against his crotch until the fur of his sheath was tickling her spade even as his shaft throbbed within her.

When she felt the rush of his hot, sticky seed into her silky sex, Rita reached her own peak, her vision becoming slightly dim as she struggled to hold her lover's gaze while his warmth blossomed within her. She felt her sex clench and squeeze, her velvety walls lovingly milking the male of every last drop, the desperate need to feel his cubs growing inside her even more acute now that her hear was in full swing.

Once her vision focused again she couldn't help but grin at the look of profound satisfaction on Hugo's face, the feeling of a warm, writhing vixen lying on top of him as her body took the last few drops of his seed seeming to drive away the cold and gloomy thoughts that he'd been having lately. As his shaft slowly softened inside her, he still held her firmly, even though Rita had no intention of going anywhere.

Hugo didn't seem to mind as she settled her weight on top of him, and she was definitely as soft and fluffy a blanket as he could ask for. She could see he was drifting off to sleep, this time without so much as a shiver, their little session having warmed both each other and their little love-nest. So maybe that was the solution – during winter she just had to spend all day every day mating vigorously with her golden-furred lover. It wasn't a very reasonable idea, but it was a nice thought to fall asleep to…

*******

Despite her heart still thudding wildly in her chest, Rita couldn't help but smile in relief as the train chugged along, moving faster than the vixen would have thought. The birds were right, at this speed the two lovers would be in the far, warm south well before winter truly came.

Their escape was a close thing, and the vixen shuddered to think what would have happened if Hugo hadn't found her in time to warn her about the hounds. He was concerned about the vicious dogs ripping Rita apart with their teeth, but the vixen had been more concerned about something else entirely. After all, she was still in heat and her scent wasn't all that different than a canines. Even as they chased after them, the fleeing vulpine had glimpsed flashes of red between the snarling hounds' dark-furred legs, and knew full well what the brutes would have done to her had they caught up.

But all of that was further and further behind the two as the country-side vista rolled past them. She knew it would be strange – a green and sunny winter, if Hugo and the birds could be believed – but she didn't think she'd really miss the long, snowy nights. And she knew she'd still be spending them with her mate, even if they didn't have to cuddle up for warmth.

But since it was still quite chilly, Rita climbed on to a comfy-looking sack and patted a spot near her as she gave Hugo a warm glance. Once her friend was sitting next to her, she wrapped her paws around him and plopped them both down for a little nap. And after a warm, balmy winter, they'd all go back up north when the spring came – a foxy gal, her jungle guy, and the kits even now traveling inside her…