I took Izzy out for a picnic today.

Izzy sat on the table in the kitchen area while I  prepared his food. My fox eats well, compared to many After all, I eat everything that he does, when it emerges from his bottom, so I make sure he gets a good and healthy diet.

Today he was having chicken and carrots. I tore the chicken into pieces, until I had a good-sized pile of greasy chunks of meat, and cut up a couple of carrots.

Izzy leaned back on his hand-paws, lifting his feet up on the table and spreading his legs to give me access to his anus.

I stroked my fox's dirty pucker. It bulged a little, clenched tight to keep his waste inside (I hadn't let him empty his bottom yet) My cock throbbed at me, aroused as always by the sight and smell of my fox's sexy hole.

I picked up pieces of chicken, and pushed then one by one into Izzy's asshole. The fox squirmed a bit as I packed the meat into his already full bottom, pushing them in witfh my finger to be sure they were nicely buried in the mess that filled his bowels.

Finished with the chicken, I licked my finger, tasting meat-grease and fox-shit. My cock was now throbbing insistently, demanding to be plunged into my fox's greasy shit-hole, thrust and buried deep in that dirty, smelly bottom.

And so I fucked my fox, pushing him back on the tablle and forcing my sex into his asshole, thick skunk-cock into his anus and rectum, pushing fox-shit and chicken-meat back deeper into his bowels

I fucked my fox, raped and mated him on my table, a quick, fierce fucking of his filthy asshole, pleasuring myself in his shit-filled bottom.

I fucked him, biting into his shoulder and hunching my smelly body over him as I climaxed inside him, hot spurts of ropey skunk-cum adding to the mess inside his bowels.

Chrrrrrr.

I pulled my cock from Izzy's bottom. It emerged dripping and messy, smeared and stinking of my fox's musk and waste.

I grinned at my pet, always happy to have my sex restored to a properly filthy state.

Izzy snorted derisively.

I chuckled, and poked his fluffy tummy.

"You should be happy I like it dirty, pet. If I wanted a clean cock it would be going in your mouth now."

With our mating concluded, I resumed picnic preparations. I pushed all the pieces of carrot into Izzy's asshole, picked up a wooden plate, and led my pet to the park by the river.

I tried fucking Izzy after putting carrots in his bottom once. It was not a pleasant experience. All those hard little lumps.

Down by the river, I lay in the grass in the warm  morning sunshine. Izzy crouched over me, his rump over my snout, presenting his asshole to my nose. I nuzzled his anus, and sniffed at him, inhaling deeply, enjoying the foul, musky fragrance of my pet's smelly hole, his dirty pucker bulging attractively with the effort of keeping everything inside his bottom.

I picked up the plate and held it on my crotch.

"Now, pet," I told him.

Izzy moved to squat over the plate, carefully positioning himseld and lifting his tail so that I would be able to watch his toilet (my fox knows what I like!) I chuffed at him, licking my lips in anticipation as his pucker bulged and opened, a thick log of foul, musky fox-shit pushing slowly from his bottom and dropping onto the plate.

Fox-shit loaded with a generous helping of skunk semen, chicken-meat, and carrots.

Izzy groaned softly, the white fox relaxing visibly as he was able to empty his over-full bowels.

A second long, thick turd emerged from Izzy's anus. And a third, three stinky brown logs of his waste deposited onto the plate. The fox's anus pulsed, flowering open, finishing his toilet with a fragrant blast of his musk.

The fox then turned to nose at his waste, sniffing, his nostrils wrinkling as he took in the foul, musky reek of his fresh shit. Carefully, using his teeth, he picked lumps of chicken from out of his mess, grimacing as he chewed and swallowed the stinky, shit-covered morsels, feeding on the filthy meat that he had been carrying in his bowels.

Chicken-meat marinated in fox-scat. I was tempted to steal some of his meal for myself.

Izzy finished picking out the chicken and looked at me. I chuffed at him, prodding him with a finger-claw.

"Eat your vegetables, pet."

Reluctantly, the fox returned to his meal, now picking the carrots from out of his waste, crunching them noisily between his teeth. I smiled, watching and waiiting as he ate his smelly meal.

Izzy crunched and swallowed the last dirty chunk of carrot. There was now just a messy pile of fox-shit on the plate.

He looked at me again.

I opened my mouth, waggling my tongue at him.

"You know where that goes, pet."

Izzy whined, hesitating a moment, before returning his mouth to the filthy mess on the plate. Slowly, using his tongue, he scooped the largest remaining lumps of his scat into his mouth.

I chirped impatiently. My nose was filled with the musky stink of my fox's shit, and it was making me drool.

Izzy lifted his snout from the plate, and moved to rest across my chest, bringing his muzzle over mine, jaws slightly parted, holding the foul mass of his filth in his mouth.

I grabbed my fox's head, pulling it down, locking my muzzle with his and shoving my tongue in between his teeth, into the soft, musky mess that he was holding in his mouth.

Fox-shit. Dirty, foul, rank and filthy. The taste of it thrilled me, and I gripped my fox's head tighter, pulling our muzzles together, licking hungrily into his mouth. I wanted his shit. Wanted it in my mouth. Wanted it in my stomach.

Izzy opened his mouth wider, and I fed on his waste, eating my fox's filth from out of his mouth, taking it into my mouth and swallowing, soft, stinky fox-shit down my throat to feed my nasty, greedy stomach.

Chrrrrr!

I looked at the plate. There was still a good amount of my fox's shit remaining. Izzy saw where I was looking and whined unhappily.

I growled at my fox, and he whimpered, flattening his ears, and returned hurriedly to his duties. Licking the rest of his filth from the plate and delivering it to my mouth.

I took more time with the second mouthful, savoring the foul, filthy taste of it, my tongue exploring deep into Izzy's mouth to find every last dirty morsel of his waste.

And then I relaxed in the warm sun, cuddling my fox to my stinky body. His shit was in my stomach and his dirty, smelly anus was ready for when I wanted something to fuck.

I love my fox.