I have a feeling Tod will be very attracted to female bunnies from now on ;)
A while back after I did a Nick and Vixey pic I posted a journal and asked if anyone would like to see a continuation of the idea and see Tod with Judy. Well the comments came in and a lot of people really wanted to see it, including me too, so me and the bird decided to make it into another collab :)
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Feral Fun
It was late summer, and not a particularly hot day.
At least, not for anyone who was just out and about for a brisk stroll or short errand. For someone who had spent the last few hours laboriously pulling weeds at the corners of a carrot field the day was an absolute scorcher, the kind to soak the fur with sweat and empty the water bottle by lunchtime.
Judy Hopps took her hat off, wiped her brow, and sighed with a mixture of relief and accomplishment. That was another field cleared. Not the middle of the field of course, which was still liberally sprinkled with broadleaf weeds, but the edges and corners. That was where the most pesky plants sprouted, the ones that couldn't be plowed under during harvests due to their proximity to the fences. Clearing those patches out by paw and shovel was a thankless, difficult and backbreaking task which was why small trees had managed to sprout in some quarters. Judy herself would almost never have volunteered for the work, especially during her first trip back home since she'd solved the nighthowler case, but there were special circumstances at play now.
Namely she'd invited her new partner, Nick, back with her. A fox as it happened. which had raised a few eyebrows and plenty of questions. The vulpine had taken to this like a fish to water, but she herself had become rather annoyed by her entire family's sudden inquisition into her life. There was a very definite suggestion that she was flirting with danger somehow, though nobody would actually dare say it was because of Nick's canine nature. As such she'd taken the opportunity to do something out in the open where nobody would bother her for a few hours and she could get some peace and quiet. Now the afternoon was setting in and she was hot and dusty. And out here in the country there was just one thing to do about that. Looking about to make sure nobody else was around she slipped out of her shirt and then her pants, sighing as she felt the cool caress of a slight breeze against her exposed fur. Not wanting to be caught out in the open so undressed, she carefully jumped the fence and walked over to the shade of a small glade of trees that had been permitted to reside between the near endless fields of carrots. It was both sheltered and cool there and a fine place to relax after a morning of toil, so long as you avoided the poison ivy.
She shook her clothing, holding it at arm's length and cracking it like a towel whip in a locker room. Clouds of dust flicked off the dirtied items, indicating that a change of attire would be needed when she got back home. She considered dressing again, but decided to put it off for a few minutes while she cooled down. As light as her cotton shirt and jeans were, they'd become damp with sweat as she worked and would be uncomfortable in the heat. She'd just take a few minutes rest to recuperate, sitting down against the trunk of a nearby tree to look over the landscape and spot the tiny figures in the distance that were out planting the west fields, reduced to almost antlike proportions by distance.
And then a twig snapped and she realized she wasn't alone.
Keen cop instincts had her up and facing her possible assailant in a second. A second later and her brain was processing her situation, the fact that she was unclothed and unarmed, possible escape routes, the fact that she probably wouldn't be able to grab her clothes if she had to flee, the chance that the interloper would be hostile and whether she could deal with them. Then a fox padded out of a nearby bush and she relaxed.
Not long ago this wouldn't have been much of a reassurance at all, but Judy had come a long way since she'd first left Bunnyburrow. She was confident in her ability to defend herself and, thanks to a certain naturalist club, not nearly as self-conscious about her current nude state as she might have been. She knew enough about foxes now to know that she was unlikely to be in any danger either. Besides, it was immediately obvious that the guy was a feral.
Ferals were a lot like naturalists, they had a no-clothing policy, but took it a step further. They walked on all fours, tried not to talk much and often went out into nature to 'get back to their roots'. It wasn't a lifestyle for everyone; many a city-slicker had been entranced with the idea right up until they'd stripped off and tried to walk past a briar patch. Even Judy could do better than that, having actual experience with vegetation that hadn't been specifically chosen and manicured for petty gardens. Ferals didn't just chafe at the idea of fabric, they tried to live as natural a life as possible, to extremes in some cases. At any rate this guy certainly wasn't armed and likely not dangerous. As she felt her body relax she called out a cheerful, explanatory greeting.
"Aaah. Sorry... you sort of snuck up on me. I was just..."
The fox stared at her blankly, giving Judy some time to look him over. He was... well a fox. Long tail, short ears, rusty fur. Aside from the fact that he was stark naked and on all fours there wasn't too much to distinguish him from others of his breed. Although she could tell he was definitely on the youngish side, maybe her age, maybe less than that by a few years. A good head shorter than Nick, if he'd been standing, he was reasonably close to her in size. He had a certain naivety about him, staring at her with a mixture of surprise and curiosity as if he'd never seen a rabbit before, which in Bunnyburrow was patently ridiculous. Of course he'd probably not expected to come across anyone way out in the sticks, just wandering until he got a little too close to civilization. She felt she should warn him; people were always a bit antsy about nudists suddenly popping up in their gardens.
"Hey, you're pretty close to the fields here, you might want to turn around."
Again the fox said nothing, sitting down on his haunches and tilting his head to the side in a manner that Judy, as a professional bunny, was trying hard not to think of as 'cute'. She stepped forward, further into the undergrowth, to make sure she couldn't possibly be seen from the fields. There was an old track here of compacted and barren dirt. She knew exactly what her family would say if she were caught in this situation, and it wouldn't be good. Almost without thinking however she reached forward and scritched the young male behind his ears, something rabbits usually did only with friends or loved ones. He leaned into her touch, his tail flicking from side to side. Then, to the lapine's surprise, he flopped backwards, all four paws raised in the air before her, exposing his stomach in invitation.
"Oh! Uh... no, you see I'm not a fera..."
Judy stuttered a bit, suddenly overcome with surprise and a hint of embarrassment at the issue of mistaken identity. Ferals were known to have a very... lose sense of morals, as her mother might have said. Some were very much into keeping things within their own species, while others argued that such things were mere constructs of society. It seemed pretty clear what attitude she was dealing with now as she looked at the vulpine staring up at her with a broad grin and wide eyes. It was an expression that very much made her focus on her own state of undress. The fox seemed to have mistaken her for someone like himself and was now inviting her to... have a little fun. Which of course she couldn't, as cute as the guy looked. After all, she wasn't feral...
But maybe she could be, just for the day...
The dark, almost primal thought shocked her as it flashed across her mind. But then again... why not? She already knew Nick's attitude to these sorts of things: don't ask, don't tell, have fun. The only people who'd object would be her family, and they'd been wrong about everything so far, especially in regard to foxes. Nobody had to know, nobody had to find out...
These thoughts flickered through her consciousness as she found herself kneeling down to get closer to the feral predator, her nose twitching as she inhaled the scent of male fox. The musk almost took her breath away, being far more potent and primal than any she'd encountered previously. Her own partner wore plenty of cheap cologne and her friend Gideon always smelled of baking, but this fox... this fox smelled of need and hunger and raw, primitive desire. This, her instincts told her, was what a predator should smell like and why they attacked from upwind. A shiver went down her spine as she reached out and began to stroke the creamy fur on the male's underside, watching him kick his legs in the air in pleasure at her touch.
She watched the vulpine lie back and relax a little, closing his yes as his tongue lolled happily out of his mouth. It was a position and attitude she knew Nick would never indulge her in, her fox being far too obsessed with maintaining a dignified bearing at all times. Presenting himself in such an exposed and almost submissive position would be an anathema to the proud vulpine. She let her paw wander over the broad chest, feeling a hidden strength there that suggested that this fox, like her, was a country boy who'd had to work rather than hustle for a living. She could feel the muscles, relaxed but ready, under his fur and knew that he could probably surprise people as much as she had with his speed and strength. She took the time to explore his form but slowly but surely her touch began to wander, slipping ever downwards into the curve of her companion's stomach, tucking between his legs. In the corner of her vision she could see a target she wouldn't admit she was seeking; a very prominent bulge and two fuzzy orbs hanging just below it.
She'd always been curious, ever so curious, about... well, males and suchlike. Her parents, not being as green as they were cabbage looking, had given her and all her siblings a decent talk about the birds and the bees with more frankness than most would have been privileged to get. But it had been long on talk and short on imagery and, especially since she'd met Nick, she'd had a growing desire for... experience. Online searches could only cover so much and she always felt a little dirty staring at total strangers through a screen. But what else could she do? Ask Nick to strip for her? He probably would have of course, and need to suck a dozen lemons after to wipe the smirk off of his face, and that wasn't the sort of thing she wanted to deal with just yet.
But, here and now she had a willing partner for something consequence-free, who was positively inviting her to explore him. And given such a perfect opportunity, how could she possibly resist? But how far would he let her go? Only one way to find out... Tentatively she reached out and gripped the swelling sheath, noting that a pink tip was already peeking from it. She gave the furred bulge a squeeze, looking at the fox for his reaction and earning a quiet murr of approval from him. She could feel the buried length pulsing in her paw, surprisingly hot, and this encouraged her to continue; slowly stroking and squeezing the hidden member, watching attentively as it began to emerge into the open air under her ministrations. Inch after hot red inch jutted proudly skywards as she worked it, growing ever more impressed at the male's size. Of course a male so large was bound to be... gifted compared to one more her size, but it was still surprising to see something so long and thick and firm in her paw. She'd never really understood the naturalists or the ferals before, but she had some idea now of why they did what they did. There was something darkly forbidden but intensely attractive about what she was doing, kneeling there stroking a fox to full mast.
"You like that huh? Guess so..."
Once more there was no reply, save heavy breathing, from her companion. His eyes were closed, his mouth open in a big, goofy grin full of pleasure. Judy smiled in turn and became ever more focused on the thick length in her paw, finally able to see a foxcock up close, in person, for the first time in her life. It wasn't as if she hadn't known what to expect, but once again she was made aware of how the real thing was somehow more... real than any picture or video could possibly convey. Rabbits, she knew from actual experience (largely having an endless number of siblings cooped up in one chaotic household), had pricks like smooth, pink carrots. This was something else entirely; hot and red and thick and amply veined. It had a slightly pointed tip and a swelling base and seemed to radiate heat and the musk of arousal. She couldn't help but be drawn to it, almost hypnotized as she felt herself flushing hot under her fur, her body picking up the none-too-subtle cues on display right in front of her.
All the while she she explored and tended to the growing maleness, eventually moving to stroking the shaft and feeling how hot and smooth the sensitive surface was in her grasp. There was something misleading about online content; it never really got across what it felt like to be there, in the flesh, so close to a horny predator. He was thick enough now, he was roused, that her paw barely reached around him and she could see the swelling forming at his base shaping up to be the start of a truly impressive knot. Throughout all of this her new partner simply laid back and enjoyed her caresses, now and then wriggling about on his back and panting heavily all the while. This was obviously something he was enjoying a great deal and possibly an entirely new experience for the todd. But for all that he may have been inexperienced, it seemed he was also rather pent up; quickly lubricating her strokes with a thin stream of pre that had started leaking from his tip almost as soon as Judy had touched his maleness. With the sticky stuff smoothing her strokes it wasn't long at all before her paw was moving rapidly up and down the throbbing length, both glistening with sexual fluids. Now that her companion was fully erect she could truly admire just how much of him there was out on display. Increasingly aroused, Judy wasn't sure what to say.
"Wow... you're a... big guy huh? Guess that makes sense."
Her words seemed to die away as she spoke them, making her blush. There wasn't a need for conversation; not here, not now. She could feel and see the todd's hips bucking into her strokes now, pushing his growing knot against her paw at the downturn of each pump, and she decided to give it some attention with her other hand as she settled into a more comfortable position next to the eager predator. She began to focus more on the engorging base of her companion's length, gripping and squeezing the knot there as it began to plump out to an impressive size. Despite her natural confidence and bold nature, Judy was a little unsure of how to proceed at this point. She'd never so much as touched a dick in her life; and now she was giving what she assumed, from the contented sounds the male was making, a pretty decent pawjob. But... just stroking and squeezing? Would that be enough?
"Alright... how about we try a few things..."
Heaven knew if she'd ever get the chance to do something like this, with such a compliant partner, ever again, and she was determined to learn as much about fox anatomy and pleasure as she could in the time available to her. Once again she decided to take an investigative approach, natural for one of the ZPD's finest. Her deft fingers carefully explored the firm bulge at the base of the twitching foxhood, rubbing over its curves and swell, squeezing it firmly and earning a deep growling groan from the fox. She reached around it with her fingers, groping and feeling the narrow point behind it, just above the vulpine sheath. She cupped it in both paws and pressed her palms together, firmly holding it in the type of tight grip that might be expected of a vixen near climax. There was a long, low, deep and rumbling response from the pleasured male who thrashed weakly under her attentions, his hips jerking back and forth as she held him. Next she moved onto looking over the shaft itself, tweaking and teasing its tip, looking for sensitive spots to rub and press. Again she found success, noting that the terminal canine inches were particularly fun and tender, earning an enthusiastic response for her efforts. So it wasn't long at all before her compatriot was bucking and thrusting into her teasing grip, her digits dancing over every inch of vulpine meat as she pawed her partner towards what was, given the rapidly increasing spurts of sticky pre, sure to be an impressive release.
But she could go further...
Right now she was giving pleasure, but she could get some too. Not just with her paws, but with her entire form. Looking over the sprawled male she had an idea. In this position... yes she could ride that cock. And why not? Part of her had planned to from the start, just to see if she could and how good it would feel. She didn't even have to pause to think this time, the decision had been made unconsciously long before that moment, possibly as soon as she'd seen the feral male. With a smile the lapine reluctantly let go of the throbbing member in her grip and got to her feet. The fox shivered with delight, then went still a moment before opening his eyes and looking up at her in confusion. She grinned back as she dusted herself off and stood over him, spreading her legs wide so that she could tuck the larger male's own between them as she stepped forward and positioned herself right above his eager cock. Given her smaller size there was only a few inches between her crotch and his even when she stood over him. His smooth, slick length rubbed against the soft fur of her inner thigh as the male's hips continued to weakly buck up at her. Judy watched in interest and amusement as the foxcock twitched below her, between her legs, letting a few glistening drops of pre stain the male's coat. He needed her touch, she could tell. A begging whimper reached her ears, the fox raising a forepaw in supplication. It was an adorable sight and one she couldn't resist for long.
"Don't worry big guy, that was just the warmup. Now just lie back and enjoy this, because it's gonna be something amazing for the both of us!"
Anyone who knew Judy, who saw her in that position, speaking those words, would have been shocked by her actions. But then again they probably didn't know her nearly as well as they thought. They would have been equally shocked, for example, at her mob connections and how exactly she'd tracked down Doug Ramses to solve her first big case. Beneath her innocent exterior was a rabbit capable of daring things, amazing both others and herself with how far she could go. And once again it was time for her to do something exceptional, new and very un-bunnylike. Having finished talking, the lapine bent down, reaching once more for the hot vulpine length and pulling it slightly upright, standing on tip-toe so as to best align the pointed tip with her own wet and ready folds. Even then she had to angle it juuust right; she wanted to be able to slip it in nice and slow to test her limits. She wasn't sure how much she could fit inside her but she was now determined to find out. Slowly but surely she let herself down onto it, gasping in surprise as she felt several slick inches plunge into her.
"Nnnngh!"
"GrrrrRRRRRrrrr!"
A sound somewhat between a purr and a growl made its way out from the feral fox's throat; a sound of pure pleasure as his needy, sensitive length was suddenly engulfed in tight, wet warmth. He bucked once, gently, then again a bit more firmly and was rewarded with yet more of his foxhood burying itself deep within the rabbit straddling him. Judy gave out a quiet gasp each time, not quite prepared for the increasing insertion but more than happy to accommodate it. The motions sent shocks of pleasure through her body and made the lapine realize just how aroused and ready she'd become pawing her partner off. Her body positively welcomed the invading member, inner walls slick and tingling as she felt herself filled. She was finding it a little hard to stay upright now as her knees went weak, but she fought to keep control as half the vulpine length penetrated her. But a sudden loss of balance made her feet fail from under her, and she suddenly sank another few inches more.
"AaaAAAAHHHHhhaaahh...!"
"RrrRRGH!"
Judy's eyes went wide as she felt herself being stretched. All of a sudden her dripping entrance was slammed onto the top of a thick knot, all of her partner's proud inches rammed deep inside her hot pussy in one smooth stroke. She could feel her inner walls clenching and caressing, squeezing the maleness inside her in a welcoming embrace as she fought to control the firework of pleasure that was sending electric sparks throughout her entire body. She struggled to get back to her feet and not simply slide off her partner, who was squirming about on the ground in the utter bliss of having impaled her on his cock. Breathing heavily Judy forced herself to stand firm, gritting her teeth to stifle a moan of pleasure. Her voice caught in her throat as she tried to control her breathing and willed er heart not to flutter.
"Oh wow..."
Looking down at herself she could see the male member gently outlined in her fur, reaching down to squeeze her own stomach and feel the buried hardness within. She'd managed to take the entire thing, bar the knot, without too much trouble it seemed. Well, if you didn't count being stuffed fuller than she'd ever been with her entire body a silver tingle of pleasure and her tight tunnel being well stretched of course. She privately thanked her many years of experimentation with various toys, something that had only accelerated once she'd left home and no longer needed to hide them in the old barn beneath a hay bale. Of course she'd never used one modeled on a fox, or any canine for that matter, but she'd also never been shy about pushing herself in that sort of manner, to the point that her neighbors could have sworn that she'd had someone over regularly to make her make the sort of noise she had on several occasions. Whatever the case, she couldn't help but feel a spark of pride in herself in managing to take such a thick, long, hot length without any of the fuss she's seen in so many porn videos. But now it was the turn of her companion to move things along; she could tell he wanted to by the way his hips kept lightly thrusting up into her. He was holding back though, seemingly still a little cautious and unsure. Judy looked down at him with a confident smile,trying to ignore her body's insistent spasms and to assure her partner he was free to take the reins.
"Gggkk... Hhh-hooo... Okay big guy, your turn to set the pace now, don't worry, I can take it..."
"Nnnf!"
There was a grunt, almost a snort, of acknowledgement, the predator panting happily as he relaxed, let go and finally let his body do what its instincts had demanded of it since the first soft touch had graced his cock. Almost immediately he began to buck and thrust up at her, bouncing her on his lap as gravity did the work of providing resistance to his thrusts. His pace was quick and smooth, having been honed by the earlier pawing to rouse the canine into a state of eager need. Now it was Judy's turn to close her eyes and enjoy the ride as she focused on little more than staying upright as her partner thrust into her. There was no need for a warmup here, the pair moving straight to a quick-paced fucking as fox and rabbit bred one another out in the open air. Once again Judy couldn't help but feel something strangely primal in the act of mating like this, under the sun and clouds, the shade of the trees and the caress of the wind. The scent of musk and arousal on the breeze as her fur was warmed by summer. It was something truly feral, instinctive, shorn of all concern or worry. And she loved it. The sheer freedom of it all was almost more exciting than the thick length ramming up between her legs, stretching and filling her anew with every buck of the fox's powerful hips.
"Hnnf! Unnf! Aaah!"
"Nnnf! Nggh! Rrr!"
Two voices sounded out across the fields, grunt and gasps and moans as the pair fucked away steadily. Judy began to figure out how to take advantage of her position, pushing herself up at the apex of each thrust so she could fall more heavily onto the throbbing foxcock beneath her, just as her partner was pressing upwards most firmly. Her tight entrance was being slammed again and again onto a massive knot, spreading wide to try and accommodate it as the voices of the duo were quickly joined by the slaps and smacks of hot, wet, feral sex. It was lust in its purest form; breeding, fucking, rutting as the two simply enjoyed the pleasure of the moment, not resisting as they were borne along on a current of sensation and instinct. There was no concern over species or relationship or what others might say, only the scent of arousal in the air, a throbbing cock and a wet pussy, two bodies working against one another to push themselves to new heights as predator and prey joined together in bliss and rising need.
And it was a need; as Judy slowly edged towards her peak she felt a growing hunger and desire within herself. She needed that knot. The one that was pushing so very insistently against her wet folds, spreading her so very wide, pressing against her sensitive clit at the bottom of each thrust. It was foolish to think she could take it, on her first time, with such an impressive member of the species. But she was beyond caring now, sometimes you just had to be a dumb bunny to find out what you could really do. She began bouncing herself more energetically, slightly out of time with the todd's thrusts so that she could slam down just as his hips were ramming his cock upwards into her. The wet smacks of their bodies meeting grew louder, as did the gasps and moans from both partners as the breeding grew more intense. Despite the fact that he'd had a head start, Judy knew her own peak was more imminent, fueled by the surge of emotions he day's events had stirred within her. Something almost savage took ahold of her actions as she growled in a very un-preylike fashion, dropping herself down on the panting, moaning, wriggling fox. Finally she simply kicked her own legs out from beneath herself, leaving nothing to hold her up as she slammed down onto her partner's lap, all the force she could muster driving the foxcock, knot and all, inside her.
Revealing her limits.
"Hhhhaaa-aaaaaAAAHHHHH!"
Judy cried out in bliss, shock, and a stab of pain as her body stretched and filled as much as it could, and refused to go any further. She felt herself suddenly more full than she had ever been with any toy or device in the past. The massive member seemed to split her in two, ramming hard against some internal barrier that buckled, but held. Her crotch was a burst of icy fire, pleasure immeasurable as her tight tunnel stretched as far as it was able, gripping tightly around the middle of the far-too-large knot, unable to take the full thing in. Judy might have been disappointed in herself at not being able to tie, even on her first try, had her mind not been utterly obliterated with a sudden blast of white-hot bliss that seemed to shatter her into a million pieces and scatter them to the wind, whirling her about in an indescribable feeling of electric ecstasy.
Her mouth opened and shut silently like a stranded fish, her eyes wide, pupils reduced to pinpricks. Her entire body was frozen in the moment, legs spread wide, balanced atop her partner, every nerve a bolt of pure lightning, every inch of her completely overcome. Beneath her, her partner seemed equally overtaken, his limbs shot out in all directions, going completely stiff, claws extended as his body went completely rigid. He had been close, but not nearly expecting Judy's sudden rash actions and following orgasm. In a flash the fox had gone from a rapid, pleasured breeding to having an impossibly tight bunny impaled on his cock.
Todd's climax hit him like a red hot iron bar dropped from an airplane.
He had already become so very shockingly sensitive after a long teasing pawjob followed by pounding a blissfully tight, hot bunny burrow unlike anything he'd felt round his dick before. But nothing had prepared him for the sudden clenching, squeezing, milking, crushing, almost unbearable tightness that suddenly gripped his knot. Rather than the firm, caressing squeeze of a well tied vixen it -and the rest of his cock to boot- was suddenly subjected to the tight confines of a spasming bunny; a pressure so utterly overpowering that it made him whimper as every inch of his maleness was squeezed and rubbed and pressed and mercilessly gripped all at the same time. His body was simply unprepared for the amazing intensity it was being subjected too, his fur standing on end, his body frozen stiff, as long seconds passed without a hint of respite. He short-circuited instincts waited for things to relent, for the astounding sensations to ebb just slightly, but they only grew ever stronger. His length twitched once, twice, three times as it strained to let loose, fighting to release where there was not the slightest bit of extra space. Burningly hot seed pooled at the base of his cock as his balls pulled up tight, trying to unleash their load but unable to force it past the tight seal the lapine's pussy had on his length. Todd whined in agonized ecstasy as he climbed to higher and higher peaks of pleasure, unable to actually let loose. Finally, against all reason, the first hot, sticky blast shot from his tip.
"..."
He didn't cry out, or growl, or pant, or whine. There was no triumphant shout of release. Todd had been pushed far, far past anything like that now. The shock that shot through his body was a climax unlike any the fox could have possibly expected to experience. There was truly not an inch space in his partner for a single drop of the hot load he needed to release. Even though the first rope of cum shot deep, so very deep, inside her; the creamy blast had no option but to immediately exit, shooting out around the blissfully tight seal around his knot in a thick stream, jetting out of the bunny's stretched pussy at all angles to paint the ground and his crotch with his seed. His cock twitched again and the second load poured out, making the bunny spasm in time with his bursts as more thick jizz blasted from her, leaving silvery streaks across the pair. And yet still the pressure was only increasing; his massive knot lodged too firmly and tightly to allow his spurts to drain faster than he could produce them. Once more the vulpine growled and whined, feeling the heat encasing his shaft, the hot fluid that was beginning to pool inside his shivering partner as the gushing jets became a torrent that still wasn't enough to match the powerful draining of his balls. The pressure rose and rose, the grip on his dick tightened, the heat grew ever hotter. Finally things came to a head as yet another shuddering blast of seed was enough to force the rabbit off of his shaft. With a wet, slick sound she fell backwards onto his tail, dragging his cock with her until it popped free and flicked back up, trailing a silvery jet of jizz with it as it did.
Only then, at long last, could the canine actually cum. With a deep, low moan his body spasmed, his cock giving a powerful jerk as a massive hot load poured from it in a sudden flood, all the pent-up blasts that had been held back by the tight hole his cock had been buried in released in one hot torrent. The seed positively jetted out in a wave, splattering to the ground several feet away and forming an instant puddle of virile fox cream. Todd's hips bucked at the air as his climax washed over him again and again like waves striking a beach in a storm. Blast after blast stained his stomach and the backside of his partner with his hot fluids as the pair of them shivered and shuddered and gasped and moaned in orgasmic bliss, even without touching one another. Now the sounds came, the exclamations of pleasure and bliss and relief, the ejaculations in voice and body as the intensity of climax decreased from mindblowing to merely the single most powerful sensation either of the duo had ever felt. The sheer magnitude of the attempted knotting was more than enough to carry the pair along on a wave of bliss that bore them along for with it for several seemingly endless minutes until it subsided and left both of them lying flat on their backs, coats soaked with sweat, lust, and sexual fluids as they stared up numbly at the sky. They spent some time like that, their bodies gently twitching and jerking as the warm bath of afterglow overtook them, numbing them to the world as they recovered from the vast expenditure of energy.
So it was that the shadows were considerably longer when Judy's hazy vision was eclipsed by a concerned canine face above her. She squinted a little as the feral fox came into focus and grinned. She wanted to say something, but her throat was dry and gave only a weak croak. But her face said everything, the fox's expression changing to one of goofy relief, a broad smile and happy panting. The rabbit waited a minute or two before trying to roll over onto her stomach, her body still quite numb from her exertions, every movement sending a tingle of pleasure through her. Amazingly, after all that, she wasn't even that dirty, almost none of the male's seed had managed to fill her and not that much was stuck in her fur either. Nothing a quick splash in a nearby stream wouldn't fix anyway.
Once she could stand properly of course.
Crawling slowly over to her clothing she noticed the strange fox slowly walking off, looking over his shoulder as if to make sure she was still there. She could understand that much at least; she could barely believe what she'd just done, or how amazing it had felt. Would Nick be anything like that? She certainly hoped so. But until then, she had this day to look back on. Pulling herself upright against a fence post she gave a tired wave to her departing companion, who was trotting off on all fours as expected. He was, after all, a feral. They didn't put much stock in long goodbyes or exchanging phone numbers. It was all go, sow, thank the doe and be somewhere else by sunrise. Not that Judy minded in the slightest, it kept things simple and avoided any unnecessary hassle. Still, she couldn't help but wonder where exactly the fox was from and where he was headed.
Perhaps she'd have to work in the fields a bit more whenever she came home to visit.