Fortunately, she knew someone who would be all too happy to help her out. It was a risk, lying with a male at a time like this, but Tracy was a rabbit and since she was a hybrid already, he probably couldn't get her pregnant. So she packed a cooler full of drinks and invited the pretty buck down to her Mistress's private beach for a little one-on-one time.
He eagerly agreed, as she knew he would, and they spent a delightful afternoon together. He asked no questions and let her take the lead - a rarity for the normally submissive vixen - and he did all he could to please her in every particular. He held her gently when she asked to be held, and never rushed her. He kept his eyes on hers when they spoke, and the first thing he touched was her face, to brush a stray lock of hair out of her eyes. When he finally took her on the hot beach, he moved gently, as if they truly were lovers, and she felt a bliss she's rarely had with another.
The next day, the burn of her strange, unseasonal estrus had completely faded, as quickly as it had arrived. But she made up her mind to pay him another visit soon, anyway.
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Naomi Duskfang and Tracy Winter both belong to me.
As a side-note, the events of this story are strictly non-canon. I have no plans to go any further with this. It's simply that this is a story I've had in my head for a while now, and Naomi is the only vixen in my collection who is both sexually attracted to males and (theoretically) able to conceive, so she got put in the hotseat. And I have this kink, you see...