Carefully Turnipper stepped into the river and felt the cold water engulf his paws and, a moment later, the smooth, slick sand squelch between his toes. It was early fall, a clear day, and the slowly setting sun had warmed the water's surface nicely. The perfect opportunity to take a dip!

Proudly he took in a deep breath. The air smelled of mud, pine trees and lavender, which grew in vast numbers on the other side of the wide river. It was the smell of liberty. He'd made it this far all on his own, after all! It had indeed been very far, though whether the awesome view over the rolling water was worth it, was a hard question. If only he had someone to share it with...

Eagerly he bent down to submerge his hands. It felt so good and refreshing after walking and running all those days. All those weeks. Dear, how long has it been? "Mph!" With cupped hands, Turnipper splashed his face, rubbed his fur, then rinsed it again. So good! Though when he reached down again to take a sip, the blood in his veins froze and so did his body. His reflection in the calming water was way too big. It had two different hues of red, and, once the natural mirror was only disturbed by the drops falling from his wet face, Trunipper could see two sets of eyes: His own green ones and a pair of bigger, yellow spots!

"Hmgwah!" He jumped when a deep, bestial snarl sent a huff of hot breath down his neck. Turning in his fall, the fox hit the water and now the cool chill felt like rolling on a porcupine. Indeed, a wolf stood behind him. And what a wolf it was! Tall, massive, burly, fat, angry, probably hungry too. He hadn't heard him coming due to the splashing water. And the wind had concealed his scent. How heedless! A deadly mistake!

The snarling wolf took one mere step forward and Turnipper stumbled backwards into the water until he felt it pull on his body. A swift gaze to the right showed him where the current would take him: The waterfall! Cursed be his love for scenic views! "P-please..." the vulpine muttered in fear. What else could he have done? It was either the teeth he was staring at, or being smashed on the rocks down that drop! After a gulp he tried again, "Please spare me... ARGH!"

He shrieked when the growling brute pressed his nose under his chin, right onto his throat. Heaven and Earth, he was huge! One bite and Turnipper's neck would break like a twig. The dreaded snap, however didn't came. Instead, the monster spoke.

"Why should I?"

Completely cornered and with nothing on his paws, the fox shuddered. Why should he? Yes, why? With the wolf's nose on his throat, Turnipper stammered, "I c-can show you to an a-apple tree... B-berries too, hmmpf!" Another growl silenced him.

"Meat sounds better."

"I-I'll give you... I will hunt for you!" he promised desperately. "I will hunt rabbits for you. My weight in rabbits, no, twice my weight in rabbits, when you let me go!" Slowly he leaned further and further back into the current, up to the point where it became hard to withstand not only the brute, but also the river's grasp. "Please..."

"One fox now, or - maybe - two rabbits tomorrow..." the wolf pondered, though it was clear which he'd chose.

How cruel was this beast to toy with its prey like this?! Either way, he was still talking, which was good. Carefully, Turnipper peered down to look at his attacker. His dull eyes, sunken into his burly skull, stared right back. "Please, I have nothing to offer but myself."

"Right..." he chuckled and then opened his jaws around the fox's neck.

Panicked, Turnipper flinched and lost his hold on the slick riverbed. "No, wait! Hurgh...!" He submerged and was suddenly afloat, already seeing himself shattered on the rocks at the bottom of the waterfall, a feast for the crows. Though something grabbed his arm and pulled him back. Coughing and shaking, he now dangled from the red wolf's strong hand. "Please!" he begged. "M-maybe we can find a way?"

"Try me!"

Anxiously, Turnipper swallowed. This was his final straw now! The only thing he still had to offer. "I-if... If you swear to the moon that you'll let me go..." he said, swallowing again with his throat dry. "Then... I... will let you breed me..." he eventually proposed, trembling from more than just the cold under his fur.

The wolf tilted his head stumped, then peered down on the fox he was holding. "You're not a vixen," he noted quite sharply.

"No," Turnipper confirmed the obvious. "But I can make it work!"

Slowly the wolf stepped back and dragged the fox out of the river with him. Once on dry land, he put his captive down and looked at him. The wet fur gave away his slender, svelte form and made him look as miserable as he probably felt. It was a vibrant orange pelt with the typical fox gloves, though this one had cute white fingers and toes. He stuck to the ground, his little chest working hard, his little brain probably working even harder still. The gracile muscles were tense and - yep - once he saw his chance, the dripping lad made a dash to save his hide, didn't get far, however. Having expected such a move, Toshi slammed his palm down on the fox's back and pinned him.

"Argh! S-sorry..." he whimpered, feeling the wolf's overwhelming force once more. There was no getting away from this brute. Forcing the weakest of smiles, Turnipper turned his neck back. "But... you can't seriously blame me for trying, right?"

Toshi didn't answer, but honestly? No he couldn't. Quite aware of how imposing he appeared not only to other wolves, but in particular to smaller animals, he leaned down and pressed his nose to the vulpine's neck, before inhaling deeply. He smelled like wet dog, but otherwise clean. No diseases, no mangy, or infested wounds. Eagerly Toshi licked his lips and didn't mind to get a taste of the fox in his grasp as he did. "Deal!" he said and eased off. "But try to run again and I'll eat you!"

Keeping flat to the grass, Turnipper peered up with a shudder. "You swear to let me go?" He couldn't believe what he was getting himself into. But what else should he do? Fleeing was useless, fighting was extremely useless and there probably were other wolves close by, they never wandered far from their pack. Maybe it was just his luck to encounter one alone? The only two things on a wolf's mind were food and fucking. If you couldn't give them the one, trying the other was your best chance to escape with your life!

"By the moon," Toshi promised.

Reluctantly Turnipper picked himself up. A wolf's word, except maybe a death threat, wasn't worth too much, but they kinda honored the moon. Anyway, putting out was his only option right now, and he was grateful he even got that chance. Shit! This really wasn't how he imagined his involuntary freedom to play out!

"Let me, uh..." Taking a few hesitant paces, the fox sought a dry patch of grass and rolled onto it to dry off at least some. Light was fading and the wind coming in from the open river was chilly. Once satisfied, Turnipper kept laying on his back to buy time and also to have a more proper glance at his 'suitor'. He gulped. This wolf was a unit, in every sense! He wasn't just big for a canine, even among wolves he was enormous. His reddish brown fur, dense and a bit tufty, became a lighter cream on his front. It failed completely to conceal his muscled build and also the pudgy gut he sported. Truth be told, not even an ugly wolf, in Turnipper's estimation, weren't it for his size! That alone made him tuck his tail again, while the guy stared down at him. Heaven, his dick was already peaking!

Nervously the fox rolled over again to get up, and sure enough could feel the larger canine approach him from behind. "Please..." he pleaded softly as he raised his tail reluctantly. "Don't be too rough with me... Aigh!" A surprised yip escaped the vulpine, when he felt a broad, warm tongue under his tail. It was an unexpected gesture, but a welcome one. It surely would make this at least a bit more smooth. "Uhff..." Turnipper gasped weakly. This guy sure wasn't shy with his tongue!

Under other circumstances, he might even have enjoyed such treatment, but right now the fox was still kinda tight. Not a good thing, considering whom he was about to accommodate, but fear made for a bad relaxant. He tried to stay calm nonetheless, telling himself that this specimen of a wolf was reasonable enough to keep his word. Eventually the tongue work ended.

Pretty sure of himself, the wolf straddled Turnipper and stretched over the way smaller fox with ease. Assertively he leaned down on his slender back, reached both his beefy arms around his midsection for a good hold, but then put one hand down on the ground again, when he felt the delicate canine struggle under his bulk. Eagerly Toshi huffed down his neck, while his hips bucked forth, prodding for the fox's hole with growing lust.

"Ourgh!" Maybe Turnipper was a bit more tense than he dared to admit to himself? When the brute finally met his mark, it sure pinched a lot! "Ah! S-slow, slow..." he whimpered and, much to his surprise, found the advancing meat in his stretched rump halting. Heaven and Earth, he was well-endowed! And rather fond too. Again a probing nose was dragged through the vulpine's scruff, that thick tongue giving him a few gentle laps. It granted him a moment to adapt. A much needed moment! "Okay... g-go on... Careful, please. Hnnng!"

Gently Toshi pushed forward, though even this little hump managed to make the fox beneath him flinch. His black-tipped ears were flat against his skull, the white fingers digging into the wet grass. It was adorable. He was adorable - for an evening snack anyway. "Mrrf!" Toshi wanted more of it, more of him, and thrusted in again, a bit harder this time, deeper too. The fox took it well enough. "This ain't enough yet, to let you off the hook," he rumbled into the flattened ears, then nuzzled them kindly. "But you're on a good way..."

Panting heavily, Turnipper stared down on the ground as the wolf teased him. Yes, he was fully aware that this was nothing but a tease, just yet. This brute had a lot more to give! It was frightening, but in a strange way. "Do what you have to do..." he muttered through grit teeth, then almost yelled in pain when the grip around his chest tightened and the wolf began to fuck him. "Augh!"

He tried to loosen his bottom, but the length the wolf gave him was thick and went deep. So deep that Turnipper could feel a poking shove inside his guts whenever the guy on top of him dove in. It was so much! So strong and powerful. Carnal and rough and lusty. Yet... the wolf was almost romantic in his doing. He didn't bother to tame his virility, but was considerate of his strength and took the smaller fox slow and gentle. All the time he huffed and snuffed and licked at Turnipper's nape, making his fur there a steamy mess and the skin beneath prickle.

"Uhhmff..." Without exaggeration, Turnipper's ass was stretched wider than ever before, and it hurt, but a shameful glance down confirmed that his own body's reaction was not at all condemning. His dick was out and hard, bobbing in rhythm with the beast's humps. It felt wrong to enjoy this. But, Heaven, Earth and everything in between, it had been so damn long since he got to feel another's touch! And however intimidating and dangerous and oversized this guy might be, he was kind enough not to ravage a poor, helpless fox completely.

Gradually the wolf picked up speed to romp his fling in a steady, powerful rhythm. Turnipper let him, even though his knees were trembling already. It was the good kind of trembling, though. That weird itch, deep down inside you that made your body feel and do all sorts of strange things. He wouldn't have thought it could feel this way with a wolf. Not this one at least. But, well, it did. And how it did! "Mff... Hmgph!" With a slight shudder that was lost under the rocking predator, Turnipper came and stained the damp grass beneath them with a few drops of his seed. It probably wasn't his most pleasant climax to date, and definitely not his proudest, but it did feel relieving. "Uhff!" His benefactor seemed to be close too, considering he was all in now and kept it there with short, rapid thrusts to get himself off.

"Mrrrrf!" Quite enthralled, Toshi lost himself in the fox's unfamiliar scent and tight body. With bared teeth he nibbled at his neck, pressed his back tightly into his chest and then filled him with everything he's got. "Grrrmpf!"

With a bout of alarm, the vulpine noticed the growing appendage in his rear, but there really wasn't anything he could do about it anymore. The grip around his chest was almost breathtaking, the teeth in his scruff a pinching reminder of what was at stake here. He -would- be stuck on this wolf! And yet, Turnipper didn't really mind. This was a very macabre deal, but the pleasure was real and palpable. This encounter definitely could have gone a different way!

"Ouw!" he yipped excitedly when the knot finally swelled fully inside him. It was an intense feeling. Overpowering and humbling.

When Toshi's climax eventually waned, and a happy sluggishness came over him, he leaned down more heavily on the already staggering fox. Before long, both of them lay in the grass, tied together and partially on top. Again Turnipper didn't mind too much. The wolf felt warm, which was nice, considering the sun was almost fully set by now. To be honest, he'd carved a friend to rest beside, for a while now. The world could be a lonely place without a clan. Though the wholesome moment didn't last forever, as the fox once again became aware of whom he lay with. The copulation went way better than expected, but would the wolf keep his word?

"Mmm, what's your name?" the sedated wolf asked suddenly.

He'd murmured the words right into his ears, his deep voice like thunder rolling in. He was so close. And not abashed at all to speak with the meal he just fucked. "Turnipper," the fox revealed eventually.

Toshi chuckled. "That's a weird name for a fox."

"How many foxes did you ask for their name?" he countered, genuinely curious. Maybe he wasn't the first red coat to fall into this lech's trap?

"You're the first."

"Well, apparently, in my youth, I was better at digging up roots and neeps, rather than mice," he explained, a bit sad about the notion. Those memories were the only things of his old life he still had. "What's yours?" he asked to keep the conversation going. A likable fox was less likely to be eaten!

Without much thought about it, the wolf offered his name, "Toshiba."

"Talking about weird names!" Turnipper laughed and dared to nudge the massive body on top of him. "Where did that one come from?"

"The pack I grew up in adopted me, since my actual parents vanished. They found me in a Toshiba box. At least that's what I was told."

Tilting his head, the fox peered up. "What's a Toshiba box?" he asked, unfamiliar with the term.

"Well, it's a box a Toshiba comes in!" the wolf declared with a grin. Though, of course that explanation, however cute it might have been to tell to a puppy, was a lie. "Honestly it's just some human junk. A big, rectangular box with a large window that shatters like ice when you smash it. It's filled with all kinds of weird stuff. There are a lot of Toshiba boxes in the cities, though some have different names on it."

Inquisitively Turnipper's triangular ears perked. "You can read the human signs?"

"Hah! No, that would be a waste of time."

Slightly disappointed the fox's ears faltered again. That would have been too much of a coincidence. Terribly few animals actually bothered to learn them, because, yes, honestly it was a waste of time. More often than not, anyway. But it was also a fun way to unravel the past. Learn how the world came to be.

A long moment of silence spread between the unlike pair, and Turnipper found his gaze wandering over the large hand that lay beside him in the grass. Toshiba's black pads were coarse, his claws dull, but imposing. Small scars showed through his rusty fur. Those tools, no, those weapons, had seen some use! "Thank you..." the fox whispered at length.

"For telling you my name?" Toshi asked dorky.

"For being kind to me," Turnipper clarified. "Many wolves wouldn't have been this considerate with a fox in my position. W-with the way you're so big, I feared..."

A prideful growl escaped the massive canine, which he puffed over Turnipper's twitching ears. "I'm pretty damn great, huh?!" he chuckled, once again admiring the vast difference in size between himself and the diminutive fox that lay beneath him. To trade a romp with a wolf for his life, what a crazy fella. "A guy who makes a bitch feel bad during a fuck is a bad guy," Toshi eventually reasoned. "Hm, you're not a bitch, but I guess making you feel bad would be just as bad. Breeding is supposed to feel good, no?"

"Y-yes..." With a slight blush, Turnipper was taken by surprise by so much thoughtfulness from such an apex predator. This hunk could probably uproot a tree!

"Mff, did it feel good?" he asked, a bit cocky.

Blushing even deeper, the vulpine hid his face. "Hm-hm..." he admitted coyly.

"You've made cute sounds!" Toshi sneered, as he moved on top of Turnipper to pull his slackening dick out.

"Hyaigh!" he yipped, once the still impressively swollen knot slipped free.

"Yeah, like that..."

With a faint smile, the fox admitted, "You -are- pretty damn great!"

"I'm surprised you could take it so well."

Briefly Turnipper pondered on the question, whether Toshiba would have stopped if he begged him to. But considering what the wolf had just told him, this was probably an uncalled-for thing to ask outright. In all seriousness, the fox believed he would have. 

After another moment of silence, the fox carefully began to crawl out from under the unmoving wolf, though the thick arm beside him stirred and closed around his chest once more to hold him tight. Scared, Turnipper stopped. "You said, you'd let me go..." he whispered.

"When I'm done with you!" Toshi rumbled into his neck, then licked over the fox's slim jowl and could feel him relax. Right now, the close contact felt nice and he didn't want to break it. Turnipper would have to endure him a little while longer. "You should go upstream," he said after a moment. "We're hunting below the waterfall."

The warning was greatly appreciated by the fox, though difficult to heed. He came from that direction and had no reason to go back. "I, uh..." No, Turnipper, don't say that! Use your brain, not your dick! "Actually..." You know this is a bad idea! "I think I might stay here for a while. The view is really nice up here..."

"Yeah, it is," Toshi agreed, though his eyes weren't trained to the horizon. "Try not to get eaten!"