Looks like Nick went feral again ;)
The Vixey pics continue, although this one is probably the last one from me for a while, I have some other projects I would like to get too now :)
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Vixey Gone Wilde
The Famed fox known as Nick Wilde adjusted his tie and enjoyed the late summer sun, moving aside slightly as a buck naked bunny ran past him. A few seconds later there was a loud splash and a resulting splatter of water that just narrowly missed soaking his pants. This was more nudity than he'd expected to see when his partner had suggested they take some time off together to visit her folks.
Over in the Burrows he'd naturally assumed everyone would be as... reserved as Judy herself. And for the most part they had been. The idea of a naturalist club would have struck any resident as utterly indecent. But it turned out that context was everything. He'd been rather shocked, while enjoying a punnet of reject blackberries outside a local farm, when one of the pickers had walked up, stripped off in front of him and hosed themselves down before heading inside. Mistaking his surprise, one of the other rabbit's present had told him that country jobs were dirty and it was best not to leave dirty footprints on the floor. It had taken a bit more inquiry to find out that country folk were in fact quite at home with full frontal nudity, so long as it was in the line of work. After all, as his new best friend (and coincidentally supplier of blueberries) had explained, when you grew up in a family of hundreds, you'd already seen all there was to see by the time you were ten years old, especially when it was bathtime and rowdy siblings didn't want to get in the tub.
The exceptions also extended to downtime, though with more restrictions. Swimwear was an optional extra in terms of both money and effort, so was often neglected on summer days like this when people wanted to cool off for a bit. The only caveat was that, as a male, no womenfolk should be permitted to set eyes on his exposed fur, lest they be driven to paroxysms of uncontrolled lust. So there he was, surrounded by several dozen lapines of all ages, cavorting about in various stages of undress. This included enough children that, had someone taken a picture of the scene, he'd never have been able to explain it to anyone back home. It still struck him as strange that rabbits would let their kits share a muddy creek with a 400-pound water buffalo yet had concerns over one of their adult daughters being in the same city as a fox. Perhaps if he were a vixen they'd be more understanding. Either way the whole situation was awkward enough that he'd decided against swimming altogether. Besides, he'd need a bath afterwards anyway.
So he'd decided to wait around a few minutes before heading back, the trip being a rather brisk, quarter-hour walk through what little undeveloped country remained in the area; mostly sparsely wooded hills that hadn't been easily convertible into large, flat fields for growing carrots and other produce. The walk itself was nice, peaceful, quiet, almost like taking a hike in a national park but with far less effort. He could stop and smell the flowers (what few were still blooming this late in the year anyway.) and enjoy the view of the trees going from green to golden. He could already smell the crispness in the air, a hint of the winter to come.
And... something else...
Yes... his nostrils flared as they picked up something his conscious mind couldn't yet identify. All he knew was that there was something, something interesting on the breeze, begging him to investigate it. Walking forward, deviating from his intended path, he headed out towards a small clearing in the trees. What was he tracking? He felt strangely instinctive, almost predatory, in the most primal sense of the word. Like he was hunting prey or... a mate...
Yes. Yes that's what it was. What she was. A vixen in heat.
This late in the year? It happened; especially with birth control messing up the body's natural cycle. For all that foxes were 'known' to be endlessly randy, the truth was that vixens were receptive only a day or two out of the year. It was then that they turned from just another face in the crowd into a literal magnet for the males of their species, overriding decorum and common sense alike. In the old days they'd often had to be locked up inside for the day, even if already mated, lest they draw a crowd and inevitably produce kits. Things were better in the modern era, with various pills and scent blockers to allow normal life to continue on as normal, even in the peak of breeding season. But... was it the same out here? Nick didn't know, and increasingly didn't care.
His nose alerted him to his target long, long before his eyesight could pick her out from the rusty brown and gold foliage that made up the landscape here. He caught a whiff of the pungent, musky perfume of vixen on the early morning breeze. There didn't seem to be anyone else about, fox bunny or otherwise. Whoever this was she was somewhere there alone, quite possibly to simply wait out the duration of her yearly heat. That too was another thing that vixens had done, so long ago.
Suddenly he saw her, form snapping into focus as his eyes locked onto her, A striking, orange hue stood out from the leaves and grass, and grew larger as she emerged into the clearing. Nick sat up straighter, frozen in time, as she fixed him with her knowing gaze, the youthful spark in her eyes suggesting an almost whimsical nature hidden within. It was immediately obvious to the todd that she was completely and utterly nude. Her fur was a radiant russet brown, creamy white and shiny on her underside, while her tail was bushy and orange with the standard white tip. The stunned male could only stare as she padded towards him, ears perked, her paws impressively silent against the dry grass on which she trod. Quite feminine and astoundingly feral.
She... she was on all fours, stepping forward with astounding grace and a gait that showed absolutely no trace of the difficulty a normal fox would expect to encounter when trying to emulate the gait of their distant ancestors. It seemed flowing, natural to her; as if she'd always been that way, always embraced her most basic instincts. By the stars, she was beautiful, hypnotic. Her supple form paralyzed him with its beauty as she came closer and closer... Nick gasped lightly, as the earthy notes of the entrancing creature gave way to a sharp, vulpine odor emanating from her; strong, slightly sweaty, and distinctly animalistic.
What was she? He'd assumed just some regular vixen who had taken some time off to cool her heels during an unexpected heat but... something, something told him she was more than that. Somehow far more in tune with the very essence of what was fox than he could ever be. The city, hustles, career and clothing... all of those things were distant and alien to her, pointless distractions. She was a vixen, raw and pure and in need of breeding and Nick's elegant words completely failed him. He hadn't uttered a single syllable since she's appeared, so overwhelmed was he by her very presence. He was vaguely aware of tenting in his pants, almost painfully so, his body responding as it knew it should while his mind spun.
And the she was upon him, flicking him with her tail as she walked past, brushing it over his crotch and making him asp as she stepped and stopped a few inches in front of him, facing away now. Nick sat paralyzed, bewitched, as her beauty and her scent clouded his mind. There had been warnings, from his mother, when he'd turned a certain age. Warnings about the power of pheromones, heat and instinct. He remembered now. But there and now, the effect was overpowering, so blissfully overwhelming...
When he emerged from his momentary trance, he was behind her, his pants already undone and around his ankles. Despite being on all fours and thus half his height, the vixen seemed to loom over him somehow. He'd had his doubts before, but now there could be none – the heat was in complete control; neither of them could free themselves of its grasp if their lives depended on it; they were prisoners of lust and instinct, and content to be so.
The vixen backed up against him... her delightful curves, her immaculate figure slowly getting closer, until her lithe body was pressed against his. Warm, toasty fur enveloped his crotch and blanketed his stomach, as the alluring scent intensified. The thick brush of a tail flicked teasingly over his shirt, batting at his tie and tickling under his chin as the teasing vulpine looked over her shoulder at him, with a needy, almost pleading look.
"Nngh..."
He gave a grunt as she rubbed gently against him at first, her white underfur brushing against his sensitive shaft, subjecting him to the heavenly brush of her body’s caress. He too was warm now, quite warm, his internal temperature perfectly supplemented by her body heat, his heart pounding a mile a minute as he felt himself blush with embarrassment and arousal. Her musk lulled him deeper into this strange state of burning tranquility as she tentatively explored the texture of his body.
Her wet, eager sex was pressed snugly up against his throbbing maleness now, an unseen glimmer in her eyes. He felt her damp, black lips press up against his length, and recoiled slightly as he felt the sudden warmth of her hot, moist entrance buffeting his maleness, making it slick and encouraging reciprocation in the form of a spurt of pre as he member responded to this intimate touch. She gently probed at his soft sheath, heavy sac and ever more eager length with her vulva, leaving behind a thin film of vulpine arousal as she did. She was a wild animal, all right, no doubt about it. Nick had... dallied before with those of his own species and outside it, but never like this. Not with such raw, wordless, instinctive feral passion.
Barely daring to breathe he lay there, mesmerized still, as she lithely repositioned herself, crouching down on her front legs and raising her hindquarters. Her soft fur once again brushed against him as he found himself reaching down to grasp the full, warm curves of her hindquarters, something he had done many times to a vixen bent over a bed or sofa in the past. His own, 'civilized' position neatly meeting her own instinctive one as he gripped her and pulled her towards him, impaling her on his cock.
She gave no response, bar perhaps a quiet intake of breath, as his rigid length slid into her hot sex, effortlessly as it was already so well lubricated. The fit was perfect, not tight enough to require force but snug enough to make him sihver all over as his fur stood on end. Her crotch was suddenly pressed tightly against his now, and it was too late to stop; even if he could somehow muster his will and emerge from his trance long enough to resist, the vixen was alarmingly strong. He felt her moving on her own, pressing back into him even as his own body seemed to thrust under its own volition. They were fucking... no mating now and nothing could stop them. The musky vulpine scent, now quite overpowering mingled with the distinct aroma of his own ever-growing arousal. Looking down Nick could see, as his hips pulled back to expose every inch of his throbbing cock, her spread vulva hovering there, glistening with sexual fluids like the dew on the forest leaves.
Had ten minutes passed? Had ten hours? he was unsure; there was no time in this dreamlike state there in the forest. He was conscious of nothing but the smell and feel of vixen pervading his every sense, his every thought. How had this happened? Just a few minutes ago he'd been calmly heading back home, minding his own business, now he was balls deep in a vixen in the throes of her annual heat. And his mind was an utter, blissful blank. It was like some strange sort of dream, like he'd wake up in his bed at any moment with soiled underwear.
But it didn’t matter now; he didn't doubt the truth of his situation. There was no time to think anyways; no time to focus on anything but the feel and smell of fox. A warm liquid dripped from her opening and landed on the grass below as their mutual arousal made their every movement hot, wet and lewd. Nick could feel himself heading to a climax, so soon after first penetration, yet at the same time after seemingly hours of blissful intercourse. Nick's tongue lolled from his mouth as he panted, his expression matching that of his partner as she too was carried away in bliss.
Like everything to do with this vixen it was soft, subtle, sublime and slow. There was no panicked rush to the finish, no desperate panting, clawing, gasping and moaning. Instead the pair of them seemed to ascend that slow slope of pleasure together, their bodies moving in unison, quietly whimpering and gasping and panting as their pace quickened. With a grunt Nick realized he'd knotted her, his motion suddenly hampered as the tight tie forced him into short, sharp thrusts deep within her welcoming sex. He could feel a rising pressure between his legs, feel hot spurts of pre leaking out of his cock and into his companion, thicker and heavier with each thrust. Mere seconds later his vision blurred as what was left of his blissed-out mind vaguely recorded that he'd orgasamed, the first hot, sticky rope of seed pumping into his partner, barely distinguishable from the heavy loads of pre that had foreshadowed it.
"NNNF."
He should have cried out, yelled, howled with pleasure as he felt his whole body tense. But something held him back, encased his whole world in pink cotton wool as he felt burst after burning burst shooting from his cock into the receptive vixen's womb, seeding and breeding her. It was as if, for the first time in his life, he was mating a partner properly, as it should have been. Not for pleasure or fun but for instinct and purpose. His body had no time for ostentatious displays and pointless vocalizations. Its sole focus and energy was being spent on pumping as much of his hot seed into his partner as possible.
It had been some time, what with one thing or another, since he'd managed to let loose, so he had a lot to give. Once again time seemed to fall away from him as he floated away from the world, his senses consumed with the vixen beneath him, the continuing flow of his orgasm as each pumping burst became longer and slower. Dimly part of him was aware that this could continue for hours as his not held him steady, and another part was quite sure this was the case. What seemed like minutes to his overwhelmed and lust-addled brain was probably far, far longer, but he didn't care. He felt the pleasure of every second as the welcoming sex surrounding him caressed and milked every inch, draining him of every drop of seed and energy.
He awoke, or possibly just came to, some time later. The sun was setting, the vixen was gone, and the cool air was giving his sweat-soaked fur a chill. He slowly pulled himself up, tripping over once or twice until he remembered to hike up his pants, and stared around himself at the now empty clearing. Had that just happened? Or had it truly been a dream?
No... he could still scent vixen on him. In fact, he'd need to visit the creek before he went back to Judy's place, to clean up and wash off. There was no telling what she'd say if she found out about this. He'd get back cold and wet for sure. He shook his head. It had been more than worth it though.