DISCLAIMER All characters in this story are fully anthropomorphic (furry) animals and are portrayed as fictional beings in a fantasy setting. Species include raccoons, a fox, and a vixen. The story contains beastiality, readers be ware. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The air was fresh, and the soft winds breezed through the dense forest, with sounds of nature coming from all 'round. Deers eating grass, the small nearby river's flowing crystal clear water, with occasional rocks in in's path, bird couples chirping on thin branches up-top, and with the usual generic forest noises. Next to a beautiful, and round pond in the middle of the clearance, with a red, medium-sized tent standing on it's shore. A somewhat hairy, male hand was sticked out of it's entrance, which turned upward, and grabbed onto the zipper that then slowly slid down, opening up the tent to let some of the fresh air inside. An adult fox, somewhere in his 20's was who the hand belonged to. On the tent's floor, above a sleeping bag a vixen laid, holding a book in her hand with a black and white cover, her age somewhere also within the 20's. A silver ring was tightly hugging her middle finger as -flipped the pages. The scent of nature immediately filled up the space, putting a smile on the vixen's face. The fox was stretching his body on the somewhat cold, green grass, the blades of the grass tickling and caressing his bare feet and slicking in the middle of his toes. As he was finishing up, his arms thrusted high up in the air, he took a deep breath, smelling the scents of the fresh grass and nice odors of the lake in front of him. He exhaled, and himself smiled as well, thinking that it was a great idea to escape from work for a week in the early-summer days. He invited his girlfriend to the trip as well, who being having a giant love for nature, immediately agreed to join. The fox turned around and walked back to the tent, squatted down and walked in. "Hey, how's the book you're reading?" he asked the question softly from the vixen. The woman was encased deep in reading, but poked her nose and her cream colored eyes out above, from behind the pages, with a smile still stuck on her face. In her head, she was fantascizing better things to do than reading that book, but it was too early for that... Or was it? The vixen put an elongated, orange piece of paper in between the pages the book was on, with the name 'Carol' on it. She closed the book and rested it down on the side of her redish pink sleeping bag, then she turned to face the fox, and with her gleaming eyes she tried to seduce him on the spot. The fox, barely able to hold back himself after gazing deep into her girlfriend's eyes, he immediately crawled towards Carol, and was on all fours, right above her body. In a cheeky attempt, he smooched his lips out forward and aimed for the vixen's mouth. He closed his eyes out of passion; to feel the moment entirely. But just right before he could lock his lips on the vixen's, a distant, but heavy, high pitched scream hit the ears of the woman. Her eyes went from a seducing, to a cautious look, her mind juggling countless ideas. She extended her arms to stop the fox from going down any further, to which the fox opened his left eye to see what's going on. "Tyler..." the vixen started speaking quietly and very softly - "Did you hear that?" she continued. "Hear... what?" the fox tried to listen in to any noises that might've come from outside, but he was hearing nothing. "I don't hear anything... It must be your imagination again, I already told you to stop watching all of those horror movies that late at night..." he scolded her girlfriend, but just a moment later, another scream came from deep within the woods. Tyler turned around to look outside, now also convinced that something was seeking for help. "Do you think we should...?" he turned back and whispered to the vixen. "Yea, definitely..." Carol replied, and moved her hands off of the fox. Tyler, climbed off of his girlfriend and scouted for a flashlight in the two military backpacks they brought with themselves. A somewhat large, silver flashlight emerged from the green colored backpack, and after the fox flipped it a few times, he deemed that it would suffice. Both of them stepped out slowly and cautiously from their tent, and waiting for another scream to locate the direction of whatever made the noise. Sure enough, just a couple of seconds of waiting later, another, low volume and distant noise came deep within the forest, and the fox immediately looked in the direction. Signaling for the vixen to come, they started walking in that direction, and when they got into the denser parts of the forest, Tyler turned on his trusty flashlight to luminate the lush area, searching for the exact location of the screams. As they ventured further into the forest, both of them came to an instant stop as they peeked out on the little holes in the bush, their faces expressing awe. Three raccoons were at the roots of a large tree, seemingly biting at eachother. All of them had dark gray fur, with a white area on their face, and a black, formless circle under their eyes. Medium-long, white whiskers came out from both sides of their muzzle, which was black and nicely wet. A larger raccoon was on one side, and a smaller, but still large raccoon with a cub on the other. The fight was quite escalated at this point, a few scratch marks on both of the large ones, with the little one for now, seemingly unharmed, staying behind his father. They were aggressively hissing at eachother and scratching the air towards one another. The vixen's eyes lit up as she saw an opportunity, and being the controller type, she pricked her boyfriend's side quietly so he'd pay attention to him. "Interfere. I want you to go up to those little critters and stop and end to this!" she whispered it to the fox, ordering him. "Should we really mess with the laws of nature? Ehh, well... fine I'll do it..." he sighed, but agreed, and after taking a deep breath, he moved away the bush and lead the way towards the raccoons near the tree. Halting their vicious combat, all three coons faced toward the fox, their eyes still filled with anger, but none of them were cowardly, so all of them maintained their position, trying to prove their place and status. The fox, wanting to impress her girlfriend a bit by making a showoff, he lunged towards the larger raccoon on the left side, and Carol basicly running behind him, got on the other side of the large coon'. Tyler lands on his stomach and torso, but manages to grab onto the critter's arm, holding it immensely powerfully and confidently. Carol also grabs onto the raccoon's other arm, and with their combined strength and willpower, they successfully subdue and immobilize the sized coon. The vixen moans and flips her hair backwards as she looks over to the other side of the tree, where the two other furred creatures, who were peeking over curiously to what the couple did to their enemy. The father was eternally grateful for the couple who saved his life, as he knew he wouldn't have the endurance and strength to put up with the larger masked bandit for much longer. It was a matter of time before he and his cub would've been mauled down by that coon. As a sign of gratitude and trust, the father raccoon padded over on all fours to the fox and snuggled to the fox's gray sweatpants and brushed his tiny head a few times over it, marking Tyler with his scent, and he also poked his snout at him a few times, expressing a playful demeanor. The vixen puts her mouth into a wide smile, as a new and experimental thought appeared in her mind. He signaled his boyfriend to also keep a watch on her side of the raccoon, to which the fox puts his hand on the coon's other side, completely managing it by himself. Carol slowly approached the smaller, father raccoon and carefully put her palm on top of the trash panda's head, caressing it while she smiled. The raccoon gazed the young woman curiously, making a twitching noise in the process. He approached the vixen with some confidence, seeing that the couple likely does not intend to hurt or cause harm to them. Carol sat down on the floor and crossed her legs, making a perfect nest for the coon to climb into. From not afar, the father's son, the small cub was watching eagerly what his father was doing, he himself feeling a bit scared still of the larger raccoon, and choosing to stay back instead. The father climbed into the middle of the vixen's legs, and after turning around a few times, he settled down into a loaf, and closed his eyes to rest there while the vixen was patting and caressing the gray fur on the back of the critter. In the midst of the activity, she felt her sexual libido rising up, and her lust for sex was usually insatiable, so she tried to grab every opportunity she had, and for that reason, she put her tongue out and ran it along her red lips, and pursed them before poking into either side of the raccoon's body with her palms and fingers, and she flipped the forest thief around, his belly now facing up towards the moon, which shined brightly right above them, and seemed quite large. The vixen ran her eyes along the body of the raccoon, who opened his eyes in shock and tried to understand what was going on. The entire belly of the beast was covered in gray fur, as well as the underside of his chin, except a little line that continued and connected the two formless shapes on his face right under his eyes. Further down, a darker shade of gray enveloped around a tiny sheath, which was right above the completely dark, black and nicely round balls of the coon, their size clocking in at a bit above average, with a few tiny, blue blood vessels running under the thin skin on them, and were interestingly not as hairy as the rest of his body, and were slightly twitching. Carol put her palm on the animal's belly, and very slightly pushed down on the soft skin, causing the coon's whole body to twitch. Tyler peeked over to what his girlfriend was doing, and saw that the vixen was touching the raccoon's body very close to his gray sheath and twitching balls, so he asked over to her what she was doing. Carol, seeing the frustration on his boyfriend's face and hearing it in his voice, responded calmly explaining that she just simply wants to try something new; something she was never able to do before. Tyler, though still quite skeptical, knew that the vixen was very confident in what she wanted, and her mind wasn't easy to change once she settled it on something. At that moment, Carol's fingers moved slowly toward the coon's sheath, which she grabbed on either side, with her thumb and middle finger, while pressing her index finger down a bit into the critter's sheath opening. She felt her own pussy becoming wetter by the minute, and she started to grind her fingers on the coon's small sheath, and sometimes even sliding them down to the bandit's black balls, caressing around their roundness, grabbing both of them from under and softly and carefully grabbing them entirely. She returned back to the raccoon's sheath, stimulating it enough so that his somewhat thinner, pink dick emerged from the sheath. Carol's index finger was yet again a tiny bit submerged into the gray sheath, so as the coon's elongated penis grew out of it's sheath, the vixen's finger was lifted up by it, but she quickly moved it away just in time, as the completely pink thim shaft began to rise up quickly. The vixen just watched in awe, with starlit eyes as the entirety of the coon's length came out. Being excited and pent up already, she softly grabbed it with her fingers, which she made wet just seconds before by her own saliva, and began slowly teasing and stimulating it, and in an instant, the raccoon's sheath and black, round balls began twitching, each individually, but sometimes accustoming to a shared rhythm. The vixen's slick fingers continued to slide up and down, as she also shifted their position, mimicing a carousel-like movement, to completely cover the sensitive area of the coon's dick. The forest thief began panting heavier in response, and his hands were thrown back, exposing complete vulnerability. Tens of seconds passed by, and as the vixen's hand movements became more rapid, the coon's crotch throbbing also sped up in symphony, and not too long after, both of the masked bandit's big balls rapidly twitched, he made a soft, squeaking noise, and Carol's fingers felt the fully erect, hard coon' dick to throb even harder, as a stream of warm, white liquid emerged like an explosion from down below, shooting all over his gray bellyfur. The vixen's face turned into a smile as soon as she saw the raccoon spewed his spunk all over himself. Being the kinky vixen, she could not control herself and went in for a taste. She put her tongue out, and leaned forward as she brushed over the coon's soft fur with it, scooping up a large amount of the fresh and warm raccoon juice. Having it in her mouth for a bit, she tasted it around. A nice, bit bitter taste enveloped her tongue's tastebuds, but after a few moments, she swallowed the entire load that was in her mouth, and as the warm juices splashed down and ran along her throat, she made a few squeaking noises that were lost among her more overpowering moans. Feeling quite satisfied, she went back a little bit, and turned around to see his boyfriend glancing at her with a very weird, possibly shocked expression. His mind needed perhaps a little bit more time to properly understand what had happened, but she loved that vixen so much that he could sometimes enjoy an event like this. The vixen smiled viciously yet again, glancing in the direction of the raccoon she had just masturbated out, and the cute little critter was laying on the ground, feet and paws up in the air, possibly dazed a little bit. "Flip over that 'coon you're holding dear... I've got an idea..." she spoke back to her boyfriend, and the fox followed the orders, flipping the raccoon he was holding upside down, while still holding him down. The larger coon's genitals were seemingly bigger than the one the vixen dealt with just tens of seconds ago, and she became excited as her eyes lit up into a flaming crimson color, her insatiable lust coming over her. She steps over to the large raccoon and gets on her knees. She wets her hands again, and puts her index and middle finger over the top of the coon's dark pucker. A tight ring is around, as black as it's undereye fur. A little pinkish gradients peeks out from it's inside, fading nicely with the black color above. It's a tiny bit elevated above the rest of the coon's body, but rests relativelsy still low. The vixen's finger dig into the middle of the forest thief's butthole, stretching it out slightly as her saliva drips down onto it's internal walls, and slowly slides down, leaving a trail of slick lubrication. She calls out to the daydreaming father 'coon by imitating noises they make. The raccoon's ears perked up and twitched to the sound of the vixen, gazed over on her, but quickly shifted it to the ass of the larger coon, which was being actively massaged by the vixen. Seeing his enemy in a submissive state such as this, made the coon really pent up and eager for revenge. Carol's warm invitation was also something he couldn't refuse. Despite cumming just around a minute ago, he was feeling his coonhood rising up again, nature's laws coming in to help. He slowly turned back to stand on his feet, and slowly lurched towards the bigger coon. His black balls hanged tightly, but swayed from left to right as the moon lit it up from above, the little fur on it becoming crystal clearly visible. He was now in front of the larger raccoon's butt, and even though the downheld coon was hissing in desperacy at both humans and the father raccoon, what came next was inevitable. Swiftly, the smaller bandit mounted the larger one, and pressed the little mushroom top on his penis to the coon's, now wet, tailhole after the vixen removed her fingers from there to watch eagerly what would unfold. The large coon started hissing more desperately, but all in vain, as the other raccoon's fully erect cock was making it's way deeper and deeper into his insides from behind, resulting in the stop of the squeakings. He also closed his small, dark eyes, not as a cause of pain, but because he felt humiliated, dominated upon. He was the king of that forest, but now, down in the dumps, overthrown and decimated. The small raccoon pushed his thin length deep into the hole before him, and the tight intestine of the coon wrapped around it, and since it was previously nicely wetted by the vixen, slid in quite easily. He laid down his body over the coon's fuzzy belly, landing on top of the soft, gray fur, well above the darker sheath. He opened his mouth to let his tongue hang on the edge of his lips as he slightly began moaning as he pushed the entirety of his swollen shaft into the coon's tailhole. His balls that twitched slightly again, came into contact with the other coon's ones, and the two, barely furred round testes stuck together, the large coon felt even more embarassed and defeated. The father coon began drawing back his inserted penis, and yet again pushing it in, and even though the area was slick and wet, it still was a bit of a challenge since unintentionally, the large raccoon's insides very tightly hugged the shaft inside. The daddy 'coon continued to bang the still held-down bandit, his balls flinging in the air back and forth, occasionally slapping against the large raccoon's own set of larger and round balls, the wetness on the father's one, collected from sweating a bit because of the exhausting act, and all those bodily fluids slid down on his body to collect at his balls, caused it to stick slightly to the larger coon's balls, and needing to elongate the dark skin on there to pop off. The very sensual and sexual interaction continued to go on for several minutes, as the endurance of the father was somewhat increased since he recently spewed his seeds, so he was able to go on with this for a bit longer than usual. Even though he knew that this coon caused them harm just around 15 minutes ago, the mixed feelings of the intercouse overpowered this greatly, he pushed his snout into the soft and gray furred belly of the large coon. The father raccoon's balls began twitching harder again, signaling that he was nearing his climax. So, just in a few moment, he thrusted deep into the asshole of the other coon and starting from his balls, travelling up his crotch, through his pink shaft and ending at his mushroom tip, a wave of throb ran through. He slapped his black and sticky, wet balls to the large coon's ones, sticking them together, and the heavy throbbing of them carried over to the neighbors, making the held-down coon's round blacks to twitch and throb in rhythm as the father bandit sprayed another load of his fresh and warm coon juice into his enemy's succulent and gaping hole. His exhaustion finally hit him, and he collapsed right onto the belly of the gray boy, with his thin dick still deep inside the coon, and spewing his juice. The vixen was smiling at every moment that the two coon's had together, excited to a point where she almost joined in, but her husband stopped her, because he wanted to let the raccoons have their own time. But now, seeing that the little gray father had a difficult time getting up, she crawled up behind him, and slowly and carefully removed him, his still half-erect penis slapped against his own gray bellyfur, and ejected the last drops of cum it had. The father's cub watched from a distance, but after seeing that his father was weak and possibly wrecked up, he came up-close to his father to see what happened. He rushed to the exhausted small, father coon and pushed his tiny snout into his daddy's soft fur, and rubbed his muzzle against it, but after feeling that his body was still warm- if not warmer than usual- he squeaked and looked up at the vixen, with his eyes opened wide. The vixen kneels down to where the small raccoon is, and carefully and gently pats him on the head to caress him, but in her head, she saw some other plans. With a kinky smile, she coated two of her fingers yet again in her saliva, and gently put his arm under the cub to reach his crotch, and with that, she immediately hooked into the gray coon's balls, gently played with them and ran her fingers across them, marking them in her own way. She grabbed the coon from under, and with care, flipped him onto his back, and leaned forward toward the coon's sheath and balls. Beginning a nice cubhood massage, she ran her fingers up and down on the little boy's sheath as well, in the same way he did it with the coon's father, trying to get a grip and feel around to where the little one's pink shaft was. In a matter of seconds, during the time she was stimulating the cub, a smaller, pink length curiously peeked out, and emerged completely up. The vixen was in total awe: the view of the boy's cute and small, but still quite longer shaft perked up her curiosity, and due to lack of self control, she ran along her lips with her tongue, wetting both of them equally, and then she leaned down completely, and connected herself up to the young boy's cubhood's mushroom top, and after she took a deep breath, she used her tongue to make a circle around the tip of the cock in her mouth, and she immediately went in for the meal- she slid the entirety of the length into her mouth, reaching down to the base of the cub's cock. While she was sucking on the pink shaft, she placed her left hand on the gray belly of the coon, and with her other, she juggled the balls of the boy, while gently and playfully squeezing them. The underside of the cub's penis was tingled and made wet by the vixen's slick tongue and tastebuds, sometimes even completely circling it over. Minutes went by as the vixen continued to test her endurance by speeding up and slowing down during the oral stimulation, to go into a complete teasing style. Not wanting to leave the boy's tightly hanging, almost furless balls without attention, she got the shaft out of her mouth, and moved slightly down, to the black cherries. With her still wet lips she completely encapsulated one of the gray coon's testes, suckling on it, and using her tongue to lick all over it, equally on both of them. In response, the boy's round balls almost didn't have a space to breath as they were basically forced to keep up the continous twitching. The vixen returned to pleasuring the cub through the shaft-suckling, but didn't expect that the cub was also just moments away from orgasming. So, almost immediately as the vixen hooked back and tackled the entirety of the cub's length back into her mouth, a throbbing, followed by a tiny river of the white warm juice came. Feeling satisfied, the vixen swallowed immediately with the coon's cubhood still in her mouth, causing it to fall deeper yet again. Feeling over-the-moon happy, the vixen took a step back, swallowing the last remaining tiny puddles of cum in her mouth, she allowed the cub to have a tiny break, but the main course was just about to begin. Without allowing much of a rest for the young one, Carol immediately sat down on the floor next to him, and the dazed and daydreaming cub was pushed back for round two. The woman put her fingers on the now retracted sheath of the raccoon, getting him all pent up and excited yet again. In just moments, and instantly his pink shaft arose from below, responding to the dopamine hit. The vixen just smiled at both his boyfriend and the two coons on the floor, she knew exactly what she wanted to do with the cute ones. She put one of her hands on the butt of the 'cubcoon, and the other one to the crotch of the large raccoon, mashing it nicely, and teasing the little one to join in for the action. The young raccoon is a bit skeptical at first, but seeing as the large one does no longer pose threat, he eases up and lets the vixen push himself over to the large one's crotch. The coon tilted his head slightly, unsure of what to do with what was in front of him, so the vixen gently approached them from behind, grabbed onto the cub's lengthy cock, and guided it into the wet, cum dripping hole of the larger raccoon. Traces of the father coon's fresh cum were still dangling down from the tight pucker of the bandit, and most of them being inside, but that just gave a perfect lubrication for the cub, at least one less thing he had to worry about. So, with the continued help of the woman, the mushroom head of the boy was placed on the now softer, relaxed tailhole of the large raccoon, and initiating a thrust, the vixen pushed him from behind, and he went in deep. The vixen was feeling quite kinky, so he managed the movements of the cub, and moved the cub's body back and forth, and grabbed onto , he felt the rhythm in his hips, and started to do it alone by himself. The vixen returned back to help his boyfriend in keeping down the big boy, but they wanted to spook the cub a little bit, so they deliberately let their grips be more a bit more loose, so that the large coon would squirm a tiny bit more, perhaps even in the direction of the cub. And sure enough, their theories came true as the large coon lunged a tiny bit as his chains got loose, but this meant that the cubhood of the little boy went in deeper, but fear overpowered him, and he backed out a little bit, and just when he was on the edge of coming out of the wet tailhole, Carol, who had her hand behind the little one, pushed the cub back, while restraining the large coon better with her other hand. Then, the cub started to thrust harder into the hole in front, his balls slamming into the large coon's balls samely like his father did, all backed up by the vixen's management. And his shaft was smaller than his father's, yet the wet and slimey insides of the deep hole. His whole set of genitals began twitching, his balls throbbing even, all coming together to form the biggest orgasm of his entire life. The mushroom top scraping at the soft insides of the large coon's bottom. The vixen giggled as she continued to push the cub in and out of the large coon', which still was quite challenging, due to her only being able to use one of her hands. Eventually, both of the boy's, almost furless, moonlit round black balls throb and twitched as he fixed their positioning by stopping down and swaying from side to side. Following that, just moments later, he burst his remaining fresh, warm load into the tailhole of the large coon. The fluid mixed with the one that was shot in there by his father, and the cub's balls contracted on themselves to pump out the white spurts. Feeling exhausted, he fell on his back, ripping his cock straight out of the coon's ass. He collapsed onto the ground as the final droplets flung into the air, and the black and gaping butt of the large raccoon spewed out some of the mixed creams that were inside, which dripped down slowly on his gray fur below. The masked bandit was also quite exhausted now, having been penetrated anally twice. The couple looked at eachother, and let their grips loose, freeing the large coon. However, he was simply to weak to flee away, so he just continued to lay down there, next to the father and his cub. After a long thought juggling, the vixen decided that she still wanted to have some fun with the three little raccoons, so she asked her boyfriend to help carry over the critters back to their tent, and under the moonlight, going back through the bushy forest, with the fox carrying the large coon, and the vixen carrying the two smaller ones, they returned back to their small camp safely. They put the raccoons into a sleeping bag, and Carol decided that they should share one. So now, with the 'coons sleeping soundly, and the couple wanting to do the same, the moon above them shined, sending them deep into the night. Next morning, Carol woke up feeling excited for all the plans she thought of the previous evening. She yawned as she put her hand in front of her mouth, and looked down on the three cute little coons. By some miracle, all of them were lying, and sleeping soundly. Not wanting to wake them up, she quietly slipped out of the tent, wearing only a red pair of panties since it was quite hot at night, she stood barefoot on the fresh, green grass next to the lake, gazing over to the other side, and feeling the slick breezes of air. Moments later, the father coon poked his nose out of the tent and slowly lurked out to see what the vixen was doing. Tyler also came out following the coon, with the other two little animals staying behind in the tent. Carol knelt down to caress the little coon's gray fur, and in the midst of attention giving, she smiled and her kinky side came up. The poor raccoon barely woke up and he immediately gets tested and stimulated by the couple. The vixen, as usually, wet her fingers, and moved them to the tailhole of the questioningly looking small coon. She inserted two of 'em into the hole, while using her other hand to restrain him on the ground. She then looked over to her boyfriend, inviting him to join in. Tyler, getting shocked by this sudden action, and felt skeptical about it. The vixen saw this, and cranked the speed of her handywork up a few notches, which got the attention of the fox at last. He opened his eyes wider, his pupils widened, and seeing her girlfriend's pleading eyes, he sighed and grabbed the side of her pants to lower them, revealing a nice, large bulge on his white underwear, which followed the takedown shortly. The dick of the fox was soft, his balls hanging somewhat low, scarce of pubic hair, perfectly in contrast with his regular pubic hair, which was somewhat bushier above his dick. He knelt down at the bottom of the coon while staring into his girlfriend's eyes, and grabbed onto his cock, n' started jerking it to get it at least semi hard, into perfect shape for insertion. Seconds later, the cock in his hand was ready for insertion, and he pushed his circumsized tip into the tight, elevated black hole of the raccoon, who squeaked and squirmed as soon as this happened, since this was the first time he experienced this. Then, after a deep breath, he pushed it in. The meaty and tight, intestine expansion sounds were in rhythm, he went in deep. His dick moved in 'n out of the black and tight tailhole, and the coon's insides were barely able to fit the huge and wide red rocket relative to his body. The wet sounds continued to intensify from the fox's splattering precum, which were splashing outside as well. He had a firm grip on the raccoon's body while he was banging him from behind, occasionally ruffling his gray fur and caressing his body. Just a few minutes passed by, and the fox's balls were already twitching- he increased his speed up but even then it was still hard for him to hold back, the coon's asshole was just too tight to bare. Not long after, he opened his mouth wide, his tongue flapping out, and he moaned as his dick spewed multiple small shots of cum inside the pinkish tunnel. The fox was exhausted, and after ripping himself out of the coon, he went to lay on the ground. Unbeknownst to them, the larger coon was watching the event from inside the tent, just slightly peeking out from in there. The vixen's eyes lit up as soon as she saw him, and hand-signaled to the raccoon to come out, while smiling in a friendly manner. The masked bandit slowly lurched towards the vixen, who felt her heart throbbing heavier and as she looked at the gray bundle of cuteness below her, she wasn't able to not go in for the temptation. She grabbed her panties and pulled them down, revealing a slightly wet, trimmed vagina. She flipped over the coon to his back and with her pussy, she sat onto the crotch of the coon, grinding over his sheath and black, shiny balls. Being immediately aroused, the thief got hard quickly, and his pink, long mushroom tipped shaft emerged from in the sheath. The vixen's excitement tripled as soon as she saw from up-close how large the 'coon really packed. Not wanting to give up her pulsating vagina for this, as she still saved that for her boyfriend. With the only option being left was her butt, she leaned forward with her entire body, and grabbed onto the sweet pink stick below, and guided it into her asshole. Sitting down on it, was a completely new feeling for the vixen. The size perfectly accustomed to the intestines of the woman, and the mushroom tip just greatly added in that extra feeling of pressure. Wasting not a second, she got to work and started bouncing on the previously made wet coon shaft. Seconds turned into minutes as the vixen was greatly moaning as the cock digged into her deeper, she was still grabbing onto the male's crotch below, with occasionally caressing over his balls as well. The bottom glands were becoming swoller for the coon as the expedited process occured, with his orgasm coming closer and closer as his pink shaft slid up and down in the vixen's ass. With just a final squeak, his genitals throbbed, and his body squirmed, as he squirted his generous load of raccoon juice up the vixen's butthole. Both of them feelings exhausted, the vixen though a bit less, they laid on the ground next to the fox still chilling there after they separated themselves. Because of the noise, the little cub also came out of the red tent to see what was going on. The vixen heard the tiny and quiet footsteps of the coon's, and feeling bad for him to have left out the party, wanted to compensate him on it. She walked up and picked him up, his face cutely shining up, his smile getting to the heart of the vixen, Carol gazed down on the fox, whose dick became soft, but she had a perfect idea revolving around that. She knelt down and placed the small raccoon right at the fox's crotch, and using her fingers, she opened up the small one's mouth, and with her other hand, she moved his boyfriend's dick into the small mouth of the young cub while it was soft. Making sure that the young boy would not bite down on it, she slowly elevated his body, and moved it forward and backwards, forcing him to suckle on the fox's cock. It eventually got hard, and pushed the bounds of the coon's mouth to it's limits, but the vixen stayed steady and made the cub handle it one way or another. The fox was watching carefully, but didn't resist as the cub sucked him off, and rather, the feeling of the little one's barbed tongue scraped the bottom of his white shaft was a great thing he'd never experienced beforehand. The vixen also guided the cub off of the fox's dick down to his balls, and he nicely cupped on them a few times, searching for milk as he was slightly confused on what was happening. His tongue and lips swayed over the fox's testes, arousing him even more. But after a little trip, he was returned back and mounted on the fox's cock yet again. Due to this, and even that he just came a few minutes ago, the fox's throbbing and somewhat red colored dick couldn't handle it anymore, so after just a few minutes from starting, he squeaked and moaned as he shot yet another load, though significantly less than the first time, right into the warm mouth of the little cub. Curious for a taste, and left with no choice, the vixen smiled and made the coon swallow what was in his mouth, tasting the tiny bit bitter, fresh and warm cum of the fox. The vixen felt satisfied, but there was still one thing left on her agenda. A cooking session. But not just any type. Carol picked up the large coon from the ground, and placed him lying on his back a few feet away, while putting the cub right at his crotch, and finally the father at the back of his cub. Wanting to cook a spitroast as her final meal, she grabbed the small cub by his gray neckfur, and after arousing the large coon's sheath to get his long, thin pink shaft out, she put the cub on sucklejob for the large coon, and being able to skillfully manage it with her left hand, tilting the head of the boy continuously, using her right she aroused the father coon, multitasking like a champion, and grabbed him by the penis, which he put right to the elevated, black tailhole of the cub, and the father coon was trying hard to not have to do this, but his attempt at using strength was futile as the vixen easily overpowered him, forcing him to put his dick deep into his own cub, to which he almost couldn't stop squeaking. With all three of them set up, the fun could begin. With dicks inside either ends of the cub, he sure was getting the pressure, and the vixen the show. She was certainly enjoying it to the fullest as she managed two things at once; the father coon's dick as she had to continously move that in and out from the little boy's squirming and wet and tight butthole, and the cub's head, as she had to push that into the large raccoon's lengthy cock, which sometimes went down the boy's throat, making him tear up, but he was capable of handling it. Minutes went by as the vixen's hands were getting tired from the continous motion, so she slowly sped up both actions to end it sooner, but even with that the cub and the others put on a fight, him making his hole gape, and it resulted in a few extended minutes to the event, but in the end, both of the outer raccoons came, and spewed, shot and inserted their spurts of warm and fresh 'coon juice into the small cub between them, with the fluids mixing eventually in the young one's stomach. Satisfied, happy and acquiring a new kink, the vixen stood up, leaving the coons to rest, and pointed high up in the sky with her finger. "I've become the chef, cooker of spitroasts!" she proudly shouted it, her boyfriend watching the vixen's naked below in awe, exhaustion, and perhaps feeling a tiny bit proud.