The attack came sooner than Heidi had expected. Her little sheep-crazed visitor pounced on her fat ass before she had the chance to greet him in her usual sing-song “Heeey li’l fella~.” Unlike previous nights where she followed minimal discretion, meeting the werefox cub and leading him out of the farm to play, Heidi had to take forcible measures to pry him off her. The bear-hugging werefox had shown up unreasonably early tonight – right after all the other animals had turned in for the night and the crickets sang their trilling lullabies for the land. With all the privacy she could ever need as the farm’s most prized animal, she preferred not to test her luck. His presence on the farm harbored potential to stir mass panic if he were caught. Worse, her reputation would suffer. It was four nights ago when Heidi had befriended the werefox. She was up late finishing up a rehearsal for an upcoming valley fair. On her way back to her pen she felt she was being followed. Upon investigating, she found the wild cub tailing her, staring intently at her backside like he was going to turn her ass into a chew toy. Getting caught didn’t stop him in the slightest. Heidi swore she saw him cast a grateful look at her for a split second for stopping and letting him prod her soft, sweat-laden asscheeks with his nose. His breaths were hot but he puffed so vigorously that she abandoned all caution to let his exhales cool her dark, silky rump. His coat was darker than a regular fox’s; his vivid yellow eyes had dark patches around them, intensifying his piercing glare; his tail was fat and incredibly bushy, hoarding dead leaves and pieces of twig. It looked heavy enough to topple an adult with a mere swing. And if that couldn’t do it, his kid body contained enough strength to be able to wrestle someone much bigger than Heidi. She couldn’t have been more glad he spared her of rougher treatment while playing, because he packed nuts big enough to see swinging from across the clearing he appeared out of at the edge of the farm, bouncing all over between his thighs like plump oranges stuffed together in a tight, fluffy sack, topped with a fat sheathe that barely contained his werefox meat. In spite of the many risks, Heidi wasn’t afraid of him. In fact, she always felt she was hard-wired not to be afraid of predators, as strange as the other animals thought of it. She never retreated to flocks for safety in numbers, never called upon the trusty farm dog to allay her worries. Not a night went by where she felt anxious sleeping alone. Neither bumps in the dark nor scratching tree branches put thoughts of late night lurkers in her mind. Distant howls and faraway noises of wildlife, free and untamed, fascinated her deeply. Meeting the werefox granted her the perfect opportunity to explore that wild side at last. The first night had been busy. Wind fought to knock Heidi on her ass if the werefox hadn’t already achieved it. Wrangling him to keep repeated mountings at bay was hard work, but work more entertaining than what she was accustomed to. She’d spent countless hours standing on pedestals, winning ribbons and looking pretty for fairgoers all throughout the day; spending subsequent nights entertaining her farm friends and showing off her many blue ribbons in a dazzling display of her voluptuous ass bouncing and rolling; performing mating rituals in aid of helping other prized animals get in the breeding spirit. Heidi thought their owners would take it easier on them the older they got, making them rattle the barn all day long to produce prized babies. At least they were happy. With the werefox in tow, Heidi led him through a gap in the fence at the farthest corner of the farm, to a lush clearing where the grass reached halfway up her shins and danced in the night time breeze like a verdant sea. There rested an unwavering sycamore tree and its long fallen comrade, which served as the perfect stump to park her big butt on. Heidi appreciated how calm her li’l fella behaved whenever they held hands. He’d stand by her side patiently, following her wherever she went, without making any attempts to mount her or treat her precious cotton candy pink wooly tail as a chew toy when her back was turned. “You must listen good to your momma, huh, li’l guy?” She laughed, flattening his ears with a rough petting, just the way he liked it. “I’m learning a lot about you. Except for your name. . .” Language barrier or not, Heidi was determined to learn more about the werefox. The boy understood basic English, but he lacked the ability to talk. She had wondered if his kind were capable of speech, but it remained a mystery. She once asked him to repeat what she said, but he never orally responded. Since then, Heidi believed he was mute. She never would have imagined a mute werefox cub would prove better company than some of her longtime neighbors. He didn’t treat her like eye candy for his own amusement, or, in front of other animals, tell her she’s the farm’s most valuable asset. He treated her like a friend, someone to chase, bond with, and shower with ferocious cuddles and licks. Although he’d yet to grasp the importance of permission before mounting, or that saying hi to Heidi by jamming his cold, wet nose up her ass was an invasion of personal space. However, her scolding him for it became less frequent after the enlightening discovery of her enjoyment of assplay. Certain he wasn’t going to jump her, Heidi released his hand after sitting him on the stump at the edge of the sycamore’s shadow. Moonlight reflected in his big eyes. On nights without the moon, they still shined with affection for his wooly best friend. “Okay. . . Remember how we start, boy?” Heidi asked with a grin, using her cutesy talking-to-a-kid voice. The werefox nodded furiously, tail kicking into overdrive . Yet he remained sitting. “Hm~. Good li’l fox. Ready?” She cast a dreamy gaze at him. She loved him riled up when it was her doing. She spun on her hoof and pushed her extra wide hips out in his face, eclipsing the moon from the little werefox’s view. She wiggled her fingers deep in her asscrack and peeled one cheek away from the other. It looked like a great effort for the wild boy. “Say hi~.” He bolted for her at the drop of a hat, stuffing his fluffy face deep between her heavy ass cheeks. They engulfed most of his head in a plush, squishy embrace. Heidi blushed hearing him sniff noisily, then stiffened when his flat tongue slid up and down her asscrack, replacing ambient sweat collected from the mile walk from the farm with slippery fox spit. She bit her lip, spasming every time his tongue threatened to probe her, struggling to control herself under the werefox’s ass eating frenzy. Bent over, she squeezed her knees tightly and whimpered helplessly. She resisted the urge to squirm, jolt, and shiver, fearing the slightest movement would make her weak knees fail and take her to the ground. Not while the werefox was on her ass. Heidi let out a sharp hiss when his tiny claws dug into her flesh. Just when she was about to scold him she realized where most of her weight was distributed. The werefox was facing the full weight of her ass, face smashed by her heavy hills. He not-so-much lifted but pushed her ass up to stop it from smothering him, like trying to push a huge wad of dough onto a high shelf that keeps spilling past one’s fingers. Heidi winced as he’d done it again. A muffled growl tickled her and the werefox resorted to delivering harsh slaps to her ass until she moved. “Sorry! Sorry! I’m not trying to crush— AAH!” Heidi shrieked loud enough to be heard for miles, clapping her hand over her mouth a second too late. She didn’t have time to worry about being heard with the werefox’s tongue ravenously penetrating her. Her knees turned to rubber, shaking like a leaf as his tongue drilled her as deep as it could go. She lurched toward the mighty sycamore tree, huffing and puffing as she pulled the werefox along while he was glued to her ass. She fell forward onto it and breathed raggedly. “I didn’t say to go in! Cut it out! H-Hey!” Heidi tried to shove him away, but his strength was too much for her to counter one-handed. She was on the verge of keeling over when she realized how to stop him. She located his hand and pried it from her ass, careful to avoid getting scratched. Like a switch was flicked, he stopped immediately, tongue dangling from his mouth and dripping saliva. He appeared confused at first, like he was pulled from a spell. Then he gave Heidi the complete opposite of puppy dog eyes. His glare bore at her for stopping him. “Don’t,” Heidi puffed, “get mad at me. Penetration was not on the menu.” He tried crossing his arms but couldn’t with her holding his hand. He glared at her harder, though made no attempt to free himself. To Heidi’s surprise, his expression turned to a look of apology when she dropped his hand. His ears fell and he backed away to give her space. “D’awww. It’s okay, li’l guy. I’m not mad at you.” She rubbed his cheek. “I look like a lot to handle, but to be honest I’m not a woman who likes to be treated roughly.” She hesitated but spoke more anyway. “Being a prized possession for nothing but shows and constant sheltering made me into a big softy. . .” She blushed and looked away. “I-I say I’m saving myself for someone special, but I just want someone who doesn’t look at me like they’re gonna blow my back out.” Heidi watched him think hard for a minute. She surveyed their surroundings to make sure nobody was around after she screamed and checked out the inquisitive look on the werefox’s face. Her eyes darted between his legs and her jaw dropped at his dark red shaft flexing at half mast. His fat knot swelled beneath his sheathe. When he finished thinking, his eyes lit up and he wiggled his fingers at her. “Y-Yeah? What’s on your mind?” He pulled Heidi down to his level and bore a toothy grin. This worried her until he gently set his hands on her head and stroked her down to her back, fingers following the shape of her luxurious pink wool. When he finished, he stepped back, looking pleased. “That was sweet of you!” Heidi kissed his forehead. “You’re the only person I’ve told that to. Thanks for listening.” She snatched him in a tight embrace that had his neck between her breasts. He licked her cheek, but for the sake of the meaningful moment, she ignored where it had just been, and nuzzled him cheek to cheek. “Think you’re ready for a second chance, boy?” Heidi breathed. He nodded graciously, eyes glimmering with confidence. She stayed on her knees near eye level with him. To help get him fired up again, she pushed her chest out and swayed her tits at him. To her astonishment, he followed them with minimal interest, nothing more than a cute smile and a head tilt. Instead, he cast a curious gaze between her legs. He stared at her pussy with growing hunger, licking his muzzle in preparation. “Gonna give licking another go? Okay, but remember, be gentle.” Heidi sat back against the tree. Gentle. Gentle. Gentle. He looped the word over and over again in his head until he was sure he wouldn’t forget the meaning of it. Her legs fell open and down he went. His tongue dragged across her plump, silky cunt lips. He stared at her and awaited approval. “You got it. Keep going.” She smiled serenely. The werefox’s ears stood attentively while Heidi sang praise for his work, cooing and brimming with pleasure from his careful, loving treatment. He’d lay on his stomach, feet up in the air, slowly licking her folds from the bottom up, spreading her lips apart with every stroke as he thoroughly familiarized himself with her taste, her scent, spreading her warm feminine nectar all across his tongue. Not a drop was spared. He followed Heidi’s every command obediently. He stopped when she told him to, sped up when she asked, and paid extra attention to rubbing that sensitive little button above her pussy when she pointed it out to him. “That’s it,” she whispered. “That’s it~. Oooh, you’re doing so good~. Speed up and get in a li’l deeper,” She said, breathless. “Finish me off.” He gave her a hesitant glance. She nodded for him to proceed and encouraged him by spreading her pussy open for him. “I’ll be okay~.” She braced herself when his hungering glare returned. He jammed his snout up her pussy and invaded her delicate folds. He took a firm hold of her thighs and planted his feet into the ground. No amount of preparation could have readied her for the ferocious tongue work that was imminent. Heidi awkwardly clutched the tree behind her, then the boy (though he was against his ears being used for handles), and anchored herself to the ground with fistfuls of grass and moist dirt. Her hips rolled and thrusted in his face, grinding on his mouth for a messy kiss with her pussy. She was way out of her element, but endured all he had to offer. With her previous fuck buddies only being her fingers, Heidi was taken on a trip from innocently stroking petals to a hot storm of feral loving. As vigorously as she threw her hips in his face, he showed no sign of trouble handling her while on top. His tongue danced across her convulsing inner walls, painting every inch in a slick coat of pussy juice infused slobber. He actually smirked seeing her driven wild because of him. He pushed his feet into the ground and growled, using every bit of non-harmful strength he could control to drive his tongue in and out of Heidi. She bit her knuckle, legs shaking violently as her moans teetered between screams and breathless begging for him to keep going. Suddenly, Heidi’s fat thighs enclosed around his head like a squishy vice grip. Her eyelids fluttered as her mouth fell open, releasing a melody of happily defeated moans. A series of furious spasms possessed her from head to toe. Pulsing jets of hot cunt nectar rinsed the werefox cub’s mouth. Eyes wide, he basked in her juices, lapping it and letting the rest splatter on his face in a sloppy, squelching frenzy. She held him in a near death grip until her strength waned along with her orgasm. As her lust spilled over and extinguished the flame her legs fell apart and she slumped onto her side. He unplugged his snout from her pussy and made short work of licking himself and her twitching pussy clean, giving it that dewy glimmer under the moonlight, which hung low in the sky. As Heidi lay in the grass, she thought she’d never catch her breath. She pushed herself up with shaky arms and sat against the tree. The werefox gave a strange look at Heidi. “What’s the matter?” He pointed at her, turned around, then pointed at his back. Bits of grass cluttered her disheveled wool. She gasped and desperately patted herself clean. “I’m a mess!” “We really went at it.” Heidi huffed. She was sweaty and flushed and absolutely drained thanks to the little werefox. She pulled him into another embrace, and he stared up at her with a cute grin with his face nestled between her bosom. “You’re a real sweet boy~. Let’s meet again tomorrow night. If you’re as well behaved as tonight, I’ll let you come into my pen~.” She winked at him. She showered him in kisses and watched him run off and disappear over a hill. The mile walk back to the farm felt longer with exhaustion weighing down on every part of her. The only thought she had energy leftover to process was if she could teach the nameless werefox to spell. If he had a name, she’d like to learn it. She didn’t like calling him boy all the time as if he were a pet. Although ‘Li’l fella’ had established itself comfortably as her go-to nickname for him. The walk home was a blur in Heidi’s tired mind. As she drifted to sleep, her hand strayed between her legs, picking and spreading at her folds, still coated with her li’l fella’s spit.