Time for more Foxes, and a collab, AND A crossover too ;)
Here we have Farley, the handsome male Fox from Charlottes Web 2, and Trickster, the sexy Vixen from Balto 2.
I recently just watched Charlottes web 2, and I couldn't help but get attracted to Farley, his looks and attitude in the movie instantly got me hooked on him. He is a pretty cocky fox though, definitely the type that loves himself and would probably fuck himself if he had the chance :P
I felt like Him and Trickster would be cute together though, so I made it happen ;)
The bird decided to write a story for this too, so major props to Her for making this even sexier!
Drawing is done by Me, and the story was written by \r\n\t\t\t\t\t
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Trickster Treat
Fall.
It was a fine time of year. Warm but not hot, cool but not cold. In the middle of the season when the leaves were honey-yellow on the trees and the last of the summer flowers scented the hayfields it was almost as if the entire world had turned golden, like it was viewed through an amber lens. This was especially pleasing to the vixen, Trickster by name and nature, who sat and watched the sun track through the pure blue sky, spending the day doing a whole lot of nothing. For she had been on the good earth for some time and knew well that there were days for work, and days for play and sometimes days made for just sitting back and enjoying being alive. And today was one of those days.
Or at least it had been until just now.
There was something... not off but definitely different going on somewhere. Some sort of disturbance that was now in here sphere of influence. She pricked her ears and strained to hear the sound that had broken her out of her thoughts. There were... two voices, one big, one small. Aaah, someone was being hunted then, and in her territory too. She would have to intervene, she was the only huntress here and didn't intend to share. But where, exactly, was her target?
She scented the air, taking advantage of her species' spectacular sense of smell. She was downwind and could definitely detect prey on the air, like a faint song being sung in the distance. She closed her eyes can concentrated. Yes... rabbit... At least two bucks and also a doe. Somewhat fainter a squirrel and.... yes another fox. A todd by the smell of him. All from the same general direction, just a little northeast. She set off in that direction, taking less than a minute to arrive at her destination, poking her head out from a convenient bush to observe the fox that had wandered into her range and dared to attack her food
He was... not particularly remarkable for a fox. Same rusty red fur, long fluffy tail and pointed ears common to the breed. His eyes were unusual though, a deep pastel green, but the whites were rather yellowish, a sure sign of a poor diet. In fact as a whole he wasn't looking too hot, coat rather dull, a plain red and white combination rather than the richer, chocolate-tinged hues of Trickster's own pelt. He'd cornered a squirrel, the scent of rabbit was in the air, but just that; the more physical aspects of bunnydom were conspicuously absent. Instead there was just a single, scrawny and very pathetic looking squirrel with matted fur and terrified expression. This happened, prey and scents mixed and sometimes that delicious bunny you were tracking ended up as a brushtail that looked like they'd already been eaten then spat back up. The todd was not happy about this, distaste evident in every word he spoke.
"You know, I must confess myself disappointed... I was chasing the trail of some rabbits, two or three. A delightful meal once cornered. And what do I find, when I track them to their burrows? Nothing but one emaciated, miserable, waste of a tree rat. At this point it's barely worth giving you the sublime honor of ending at these noble paws buuuut... waste not, want not as the saying goes..."
Oh boy, this one was a real piece of work. The arrogance just poured off of him, his voice was sticky with it, a sweet and cloying tone that infused every word he spoke. She could probably take him in a fair fight, and that would be something he wouldn't back down from; he had more honor than sense, that was a certainty. So another angle of attack would be better suited to her... talents as a master manipulator. And even from this distance she could immediately tell what angle that should be.
* * *
Farley snarled his utter contempt at the world for having deprived him of a well-deserved meal. It was unconscionable; him, Farley the Fantastic, reduced to hunting squirrels! He should be dining on lamb or pork, not something that looked like it had been thrown up by a cat. And the little pest had given him trouble too. He was tired, angry and starving and was not at all in the mood to take any lip from lunch. Still, there was something about the heat of the moment, the joy of the hunt. For as upset as he was he couldn't hide at least a smidgen of pride at a successful capture, the blood pounding in his ears and his breath catching in his throat. It helped assure him of his place as an alpha predator. It was... rousing.
* * *
Yes, she could scent that on the wind too; the todd hadn't mated this year, possibly the year before either. Of course now it was long, long past breeding season; as much as everyone knew foxes were always in the mood there was a time of year, and a short one, when they were prepared to... pair up. And he'd definitely missed it, no wonder given his condition. His body was practically screaming his need to the world, or at least that portion of it that had an exquisitely sensitive nose. Indeed, he was... rather visibly worked up, sporting a rather impressive length, even when seen from the odd angle the vixen was forced to view it. The hapless squirrel was staring right at it in a mixture of fear and confusion, the thing pointed right at the brushtail and mere inches away. As for the todd himself, it seemed he hadn't even noticed, which was probably to be expected. All of this added up to one definite conclusion on her part.
She could play him like a grand piano. All it would take was the right attitude. Now... what kind of vixen would he like...?
* * *
"You've nothing to add, squirrel? Well of course you don't, you're far below my level of intellect. When faced with such a spectacular specimen as myself laying down and accepting your fate is the only rational choice."
Farley grinned widely, showing off his perfect ivory teeth, savoring the moment. But his victory fea- snack was interrupted by a quiet noise, something that a fox with less finely attuned hearing might have overlooked. Slamming a paw down on the protesting rodent to keep it in place he turned his head to look behind him at the source of the disturbance. It was a vixen, half-hidden in the bushes and staring at him with an air of cautious concern. Of course everyone who met him should feel overawed, but he was quite sure that this particular vulpine was a yearling, she had that air of innocent incomprehension about her. Now this... this had potential. Now that she was there he suddenly became aware of a... need he'd been ignoring for far too long.
It was so very difficult to find a vixen who measured up to his standards. He'd not have his offspring borne by any but the best, which had left him somewhat bereft of breeding partners of late. A pity really and a loss to foxes as a whole, but he couldn't allow his perfect genes to be diluted. If only it were possible to breed with oneself...
But... this wasn't breeding season so a little fun was surely not out of the question. And as an added bonus he might be able to teach the young lady a few things about how the world worked; it was practically his duty to show her her place. Yes... this was more important now, the squirming little tree git could fall off the edge of the world for all he cared. Dismissively he dragged the squirming rodent over the dirt with his paw, building up speed and flicking it away into a bush.
"I see you there; there's no point in staying hidden, my senses are razor sharp. Why not come closer and we can talk this over like civilized foxes?"
He watched the vixen approach him with caution, tail tucked neatly between her legs and ears flattened back. This was to be expected, he was invading her range after all and it wasn't likely she knew the first thing about holding her ground. It was a very fortunate thing indeed that he wasn't here to expand his hunting grounds. He smiled warmly as she crouched before him, poised for flight.
"W-who are you? What are you doing here...? This, this is my territory!"
"I...? The magnificent fellow before you is Farley the Fantastic. And who are you my dear?"
"Auburn... You should leave!"
* * *
Trickster tried hard not to grin as the todd circled around her with a predatory intent. She already knew how this would play out, he was the type to take advantage of a young and inexperienced vixen. A more sly fellow might have doubted her act, but he was swallowing it hook, line and sinker. Which was all for the good, 'Auburn' was a class act she'd used before and a great deal of fun in the right situations. She could already see the older male looking over her body, paying close attention to her tail and probably wishing it wasn't so doggedly obscuring her sex.
"Now now, there's no need for us to be at odds like this! We're both foxes, we should be more... friendly. So why don't you raise that cute tail of yours and you can get what you so obviously need."
"And what... what do I need?"
"Why me of course.
With those words Farley sat down, obviously spreading his legs and revealing his fully erect member jutting skyward between them. The look of lewd pride on his face said everything. Less a double entendre than a singular suggestion. Trickster played along, giving a surprised and slightly shocked gasp, freezing up as if with utter surprise. It certainly gave her the chance to look him over at closer range. He wasn't half bad, for a fox, the thick length was a decent size and broadcast his evident arousal. She could see two heavy and very full spheres plumped out below it and scent a rising perfume of heated pheromones and musk that was filling the air. She didn't resist its call, allowing her body's instincts to slowly waken, a growing heat in the pit of her stomach warming her entire body in preparation for the natural events to come.
* * *
"Speechless? A fine quality in a vixen, I've always said."
It was very fortunate indeed for the young lady to have had him as her first exposure to the male sex. He was, by his own admission, quite the superlative specimen, in all areas. And the fearful amazement writ large on the vixen's face showed him clearly his place atop the fox hierarchy. And as a bonus he noted that her tail had indeed lifted somewhat, allowing him a fine view of her hindquarters if he circled behind her. Which he'd have to really, she was obviously far too distracted to take initiative, or even commands. But that was fine, taking charge was his thing. Plus, she'd need a little preparation for what was to come. He was a big fellow after all, eight inches. Well, eight point two, but who was counting?
"Alright, if you'd be so kind as to stay in that position we can get started."
Not waiting for a response he stepped up behind her, brushing her unresisting tail aside with a paw as he tucked his muzzle beneath it, aiming for his target. Though not as obvious and curvy as a bitch in heat, her sex was still front and center, seemingly drawing him in. He could scent her arousal already, for as shocked as she acted she could do little but fall for his charms. As he spoke he raised a forepaw, pressing it against her right flank and earning another surprised gasp He let it shift slowly inwards and began to trace his claws over the soft patch of fur beneath the quivering tail, moving slightly downwards to find the warm, exposed skin of a vulpine sex. Still the vixen did nothing, standing stock still, body tensed with fear and excitement. Good.
His paws brushed lightly over the soft mound, deliberately focusing on it, a feather touch to tease and stimulate. He felt it quiver in response to his paw, twitching and shivering slightly along with its owner's whole body each time he skimmed lightly over it. The slightest touch drew an immediate response, a quiet gasp, a whine, a deep breath... She must have been sensitive indeed, not knowing she needed what he had to give... perfect for his needs. Stroking back and forth over her flanks with a paw he moved rhythmically in a slow pattern, causing his partner to tense and relax in turn, slowly becoming more and more accustomed to this strange and sensual massage. He could feel her relaxing, if slightly, body leaning into his actions and becoming even more aroused. It wasn't long before his forepaw was damp with her juices, causing this thick length to twitch and throb between his legs, impatient to bury itself into such a warm and welcoming target.
But patience was a virtue and he was not about to dive in head first like some common gutterfox. As eager as she was growing to be, this inexperienced vixen would require a little further... encouragement before she was ready to take someone of his size and stature. Now he put his talented tongue to good use, repeating his earlier caresses over the prominent mound of the canine's sex, sampling her flavor and shivering with repressed delight. Particularly pronounced now that the fox was increasingly excited, the cushiony curves of her pussy showed a tender, pink, and hot to the touch interior nestled between the darker and more subdued swell of the mound. Farley's tongue lapped over its entirety, feeling it shift slightly under the pressure. He bathed one side, then the other, then slicked his tongue up the ravine between the two as he explored the muted curves of furless expanse. His nostrils flared as they drew in the rich, striking scent rising up in a warm, invisible zephyr as if to greet him, making him stomp his hind foot to keep his hips from instinctively thrusting forward. Soon the heated slit was as wet and slick as his drooling muzzle, the friction as he rubbed more firmly over the velvet surface making his partner pant, head hanging low as her tongue lolled lewdly.
Slowly picking up the pace he became more explorative with his partner, tongue tugging and pulling on the soft rises each side, spreading the predator’s slit to expose more of its delicate depths. It wasn't long before he began to dip inside, tongue pressing in deep and tracing along the inner walls of the flushed groove. His partner’s breathing was heavier now, more heated, her pants and gasps more vocal as she was drawn further and further into lustful abandon. He simultaneously stroked and spread the slit, peeking in at the glistening, welcoming heat that lurked deep within. In this he was amply lubricated, each lap smearing a broad streak of sexual fluid over the entirety of the exposed mound. With his muzzle and sensitive snout just an inch above the hot sex Farley's every inhalation was infused with the potent, almost overwhelming scent of vixen. The taste was enticing; slightly salty and laced with subtle, instinctive messages that made his entire body burn as if it were on fire. He could feel his fur stand on end and his muscles tense as if he were licking a powerline rather than something of flesh and blood.
But as excited as he was, his partner was all the more so, he knew. Every spasm and and tensing of her submissive form was obvious to him, the vixen completely unable to suppress them. Her head and ears were drooped, mouth hanging wide open, tinge panting heavily, drool dripping off its tip. He was pushing her steadily forward, breaking down what little resistance she'd bothered to put up. She was putty in his paws, a lust-struck waif that would tend to his every whim. There had been enough preparation, it was time to act.
* * *
"Alright, playtime's over. Time for the main event."
Trickster was barely acting now; she hadn't expected the todd to be so... through in prepping her. She could tell that it was more for his enjoyment than hers, but that didn't mean the pleasure she felt was insubstantial. Her entire body was flushed, almost as if she were in heat, despite the season. She could feel herself leaking messily onto the grass below, her toes curling in pleasure. Her breathing was shallow and fast, a loud and desperate panting that went well with the virginal vixen act she was putting on. A few minutes into the tongue-bath she felt a sudden coolness and absence of sensation as the todd pulled back, ceasing his ministrations and obviously intent on kicking things up a notch.
Her suspicions were confirmed when she felt a sudden heavy weight atop her, pushing her towards the ground. She buckled beneath it, feigning barely being able to stand beneath the powerful male. Already she could feel the pointed tip of his length twitching excitedly beneath her tail, pointed directly at its target and rubbing up against her. Short, sharp thrusts from the male's hips stroked his length between her folds, slicking it with her arousal and her with pre. She could smell their scents mixing in the usual, heated dance of a mating yet to come, the air thick and heavy with pheromones. In response she began to sway her hips, almost teasingly, giving out subtle, even inviting growls, playing eager. She real needn't have bothered, the vulpine male was focused on one thing and one thing only, and was uninterested in everything else.
"Prepare yourself vixen, for you've not experienced anything like me before!"
"You... you assume a lot."
"Well yes, it's hard to be humble, when you're perfect in every way. You know I can't stand my reflection, it just gets better looking each day."
Her partner was all to eager to indulge in the fantasy he had built with her help, straddling her with an overconfident ease, four paws planting themselves firmly around the prone female. His broad muzzle dipped down, finding the fur at the back of the her neck and nipping firmly there with a feral and dominant growl, a noise that spoke of ownership and control. Trickster allowed herself a gasp, a soft, quiet shocked sound, but stayed in position as her counterpart gave a sharp tug, jerking her more upright beneath him and shaking her entire body. His sizeable, thick cock was steadily being lined up with its target, the tip pressing in further and further beneath her bottlebrush tail, leaving messy smears of pre wherever it jabbed. She gave another gasp, this one not so false, as the now hidden point made contact with a tight sex.
"There now, isn't it just delightful to be under ME?"
"A-aaah!"
Again acting was key; a vixen as... pure as she was pretending to be would be tense, unsure, a little afraid and above all as tight as a vice. She worked at clenching herself, making her body fight the probing maleness, denying it entry. This only made the todd try harder; he seemed the sort who liked to take even that which could be given. He bit down firmly on the scruff of her neck, paws digging into the grass to help him push forward more insistently, jabbing the first inch or so between her tightened lips, enjoying every second of forcing himself inside her hot depths.
* * *
"Aaah... a -NNF!- tight one I see. Don't worry, it gets better soon..."
The vixen had begun to gasp and whimper as the tapered tip of his rock hard cock began to penetrate her depths, nudging and pressing against the quivering sex, slowly spreading her wider. At first he made little progress, repeatedly slipping from her as his hips bucked forward. But eventually he was able to get a proper grip on her, holding the foxes in place. That allowed his solid length to start sinking in deeper, the first few inches pushing against the crushing tightness as his newly minted mate's body rebelled against the intrusion, squeezing shut and trying to force the massive length out. Of course this was only an encouragement and he eagerly pressed onwards and inwards, relishing the squirming and panting bitch beneath him. Each jabbing motion served to spur several spurts of preseed from his eager cock, squirting them deep into tight passage and into the sticky depths ahead, lubricating the fox's movements. Farley grit his teeth and bit his lip as he growled in absolute bliss, his toes curling and digging into the ground as the vulpine shaft made slow but steady progress, sinking deeper and deeper. It was like his dick was being caressed by a velvet vice, every buried inch being exquisitely massaged by his partner's love tunnel.
Slowly but inevitably the tight vixen's defenses gave in. She'd already been pushed halfway earlier by his oral assault and now his dick was doing the rest of the job of convincing her. Though she still fiercely fought the ever deeper intrusions of his thrusts her body began to relax around his massive member, allowing it to fill her ever more completely. Whatever she herself was thinking her body at least knew what it wanted and was working with him to move things along their predestined course. More than half of his length was now firmly embedded in the panting and weakly struggling huntress as she continued to pant heavily, barely able to voice her insignificant concerns over their sudden and unexpected tryst. His own mouth gaped, tongue hanging out and vision blurred, drooling slightly as his concentration was buffeted by the intense feelings of pleasure wrapping around his shaft.
"Still fighting are we? Really this would go easier on you if you just relaxed. Just spread your legs a bit... that's a good girl.... I know it's your first time, and well... I'm far from petite where it counts. You've got a tight fit coming up, so you really should just accept your place."
He kept at it, feeling inch after inch of his rigid length making its way inside, each thrust and buck of his hips taking less effort than the last. Finally he was mating the vixen proper, deep dicked thrusts pressing into her, lubricated by her fluids and his as his two heavy orbs slapped stickily against her taint when their hips met. Fast and hard he jackhammered away at her, savoring the moments of pure pleasure he got from their blissful connection. He could feel she had completely given into him, there was just one not-so-small matter remaining.
* * *
The knot.
The gasping, gaping vixens felt the press of a fat, swollen knot against her sex; just a brushing kiss at first but growing ever firmer and more confident with each thrust until it was forcing itself against her already tight hole. An experienced todd would not have had that problem, a proper mating buried his full length inside his partner and then the knot grew to tie them together. But in this case he'd been so aroused earlier that he was knotty right now, and that meant he was trying to insert something several times his usual girth into her. For most vixens this would have been a problem, but she was far from an ordinary foxess and had considerable experience with eager young males. The gray wolfdog had been something for one, and considerably larger than her current partner. So while this required delicate handling, there was no reason to panic.
She leaned into the insistent thrusts which seemed to encourage her pussy to somehow widen and accept the incredible girth seeking entry. Each time he sank deeper and deeper into her she fought to relax around him, inviting him to thrust harder, more forcefully. It wouldn't take much more, already she knew she had most of him inside her, her body flexible and capable from a lifetime of varied and fun experiences. He was starting to hilt, a large, heavy pair of canine balls slapping at her crotch with soft, wet noises, churning with pent-up seed. Their mating began to build in speed and energy as the vulpine slammed into her again and again abandoning what little restraint he'd shown earlier. He wasn't even speaking now, just grunting and growling and panting, lost in a feral heat that had clouded his mind. She could feel sharp bites and nips as he snapped at her neck, almost firmly enough to draw blood from her, making her yip. And, second by second, his knot slammed more and more forcefully into her.
"Gnnnrrh! GNNNNHHH! GNNNRRRAAAHH!"
Finally there was a sudden thrust and a sense of immense pressure... then sudden relief as, at last, her stretched sex slipped swiftly over the bulging knot. Trickster gasped, throat dry as her eyes crossed and she made a soft squeak, more like a mouse than a fox. She struggled to retain her composure as electric shocks of pleasure burst through her body like a firework going off. Her quivering sex spasmed and squeezed around the very base of the fox's cock, as if grateful for its narrow profile compared to the colossal protrusion that was now tied securely deep inside her hot depths.This was a natural response, her body acting on its own to do what was mere feral instinct. Her soft inner walls wrapped around it, pushing and squeezing in reaction, trying to milk the intrusion with a gentle squeeze and massage. The substantial swelling continued to grow even more prominent, swelling slightly and settling into the tight, hot hole. So...he hadn't been entirely aroused after all...
She began to pant loudly and hoarsely, unable to maintain control, turning to whimpering moans as his knot seemingly continued to expand his hot pre seeping into her, keeping her slick and helping him press on in. His multi-lobed knot was deep, deep inside her now, stretching her pussy walls nicely. She arched her back, pushing back on his length and clenching her pelvic muscles around the neck of his cock between bulge and sheath. They were now locked together with absolutely no chance of either getting away.
* * *
"Th... there... The hardest part's... over. -NNNGH!- Or rather... IN..."
Yes... yes this was perfect. As soon as he had hilted her he had felt his partner's muscles clench and close around the base of his knot. He felt his entire body relax slightly, having achieved its primary goal; nothing could stop him seeding her now, it was only a matter of time. The fox secured his position, forelegs loosely gripping his partner as his hips began to move. The former, long, probing thrusts were replaced by far shorter and faster motions; he had limited movement since the sheer tightness of his mate wouldn't allow him to pull back more than an inch or so. Even when he braced his entire body and yanked backwards little happened but soft stretch of the snug sex enveloping him, forcing a ragged moan of pleasure from both todd and vixen. The fox's sheath kissed repeatedly against a pre-soaked pussy as he fucked it, his heavy pair of nuts swinging back and forth ponderously, wet with assorted fluids and stickily slapping against his mate. sound each time. His shorter and faster thrusts jabbing his cock deep into her twitching form again and again as he growled with pleasure, nipping eagerly at her neck and ears, making her yelp in protest even as she became ever more incoherent and overcome with pleasure. Raw animal desire overcame the pair of them as the foxes bred at a rising pace.
* * *
She came first and she came hard. Trickster could feel herself filling; not only by the monstrous canine cock, but also a steady and surprisingly voluminous stream of pre. The hot fluid doing little to ease the intense breeding as the temperature and pressure grew. She drove herself onwards, clenching and squeezing and manipulating her own body to push herself to the peak before her partner. This wasn't part of her act; she merely wished to milk this mating for several climaxes before the todd fucking her gave out. Something insider her finally gave way and she cried out in bliss, feeling an unseen dam of pleasure break and flow through her like a torrent. The continual jolts slamming into her seemed to fill his entire world, carrying her along with them as she let herself float away in the flood. The todd above her setting the pace now, the incredible experience going on and on. Now all she wanted was for it to reach its crescendo, for her partner to finally fill her, breed her, fuck her. Perhaps a minute later she was dully aware of the male's own climax, but by then she was onto her third, and counting.
* * *
"NNF! NNFF! NNNNNRRRGGGGHHHHHAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
Farley cried out incomprehensible in raw, primal, ferallust as he was finally pushed over the edge by his mate's erotic milking of his cock. Foxcock spasmed and spewed hot seed in irregular spurts, the ropes growing thicker and more powerful one after the other. Thick jets of cum poured out of him, filling the bitch below. His cock throbbed and spewed one sticky-hot strand of seed after another into his new cum dump. The sheer force of the hot fluid was too much for her sex to take, leaking out around the tight tie linking them and splattering messily onto the ground between their legs. The two remained locked together, bodies almost frozen now, thrusting replaced by furious pumping, the pair holding still as Farley released his load, relishing the tightness and pressure of the vixen that enwrapped his shaft. A veritable flood of fox seed was unleashed, pouring into the welcoming womb in a thick stream with a force that took even the todd's breath away as it powered out of him, his essence his masculinity burning its way to the core of a receptive vixen.
Minute after minute the torrent continued, its sheer volume continuing to fill the foxy female as her walls clamped down on the bulging knot, keeping the seal tight. And yet there was always more, pouring into her and from her as a year's worth of unrealized matings was unleashed in a single climactic moment. It was only slowly that the climactic thrusts dissolved into random twitches as the intense stimulation overcame the mounting fox, fogging his already overburdened mind with pleasure. Barely able to stand he lay heavily atop his partner, body spasming with fading tweaks of pleasure as the climax slowly ebbed away. The two were left panting desperately, coats slicked with sweat and splattered with an incredibly thick fox seed, dripping down their legs and pooling beneath them.
For a minute or two Farley simply stood still, completely blissed out, growling with pleasure as he felt a quivering friction over his sensitive length as both todd and vixen's bodies settled down into the soft and heavenly depths of afterglow. How long exactly they remained like that it was impossible for either to tell. Half an hour? Maybe more. But eventually Farley felt his senses return to him, a deep sense of satisfaction filling him from the pads of his paws to the tip of his ears. Most truly that had blown the poor girl's mind, she was still beneath him, panting hotly, lost in pleasure. But now that he had done what he had intended it was time for him to leave, he certainly had no desire to hang around and make conversation.
* * *
Trickster could feel the todd above her start to tug now; he was trying to break their tie, most likely to take his leave. He certainly didn't seem like the kind to hang around and cuddle, but then few males ever were. Still holding on to at least a semblance of her earlier act she made sure to squeeze and hold him tight, gaining a few extra shocks of pleasure out of him but also hindering his escape, as a tight young vixen would. Minute after minute his efforts became more focused and firm, muttering under his breath as he struggled to un-knot himself and make good his escape. Trickster played along until at least the secret game began to lose its amusement. Now at least was the time to let him go, and give one last performance for the cocky and half-cocked male. With a strangled yelp she released him, feeling the todd fall back in surprise, almost stumbling over his own paws as he -popped- free. There was a hot splash of sticky seed over her tail and hindquarters as the stimulated shaft gave one last flickering burst at her sex and her partner stood there, apart and panting, trying to recover his composure.
She crawled away a few feet and curled up, as if only now realizing what had happened to her, overcome with what had been done. She could see the todd struggling to look calm and confident, to hide his heavy breathing and tired limbs as he strove to project an air of dominant power towards her
* * *
"Well, that was entertaining. But exhausting. You don't happen to know where I might find something to sate my hunger do you?"
"W-well sir, there's a lot of squirrels-"
"-Nevermind then. I see this range is of a rather poor quality. I was better off in mine. Goodbye."
He began stalking away. Even without looking he could see the vixen's worried expression in his minds eye.
"You... you're leaving? When will you be back?"
"Spring perhaps, if I've not got any pressing business. "
In truth he didn't know when, or even if, he'd return to this disappointing place. But she didn't need to know that, equal parts fearful and desirous of him. Let her pine over the winter, it was no concern of his, though it would warm his heart on cold nights to know that there was someone out there, longing for his touch. He didn't bother to give the vixen any more attention after that, he had places to be, important things to do and a squirrel to tear to pieces.
* * *
Trickster watched the todd strut away. She kept her quivering, hunched pose for a few seconds after he left her field of vision before giving a dismissive snort and standing up tall. Honestly, some todds thought they were God's gift to the world. Still, the little... performance had been most fun, and rather enjoyable at the end there. It was a pity he'd probably not be back. Still... her range had wolves. Who were quite agreeable, when certain activities were involved. So it wasn't as if she'd be wanting for company. But her little tryst, well she'd remember that all winter.