Vi grumbled to herself where she squatted, the small Vulpera able to feel the need swelling there within yet for some reason still evading her. She swallowed, gritted her teeth, bore down a little bit further, and rolled her head back on her shoulders, looking up to the interlocking canopy of the trees far above; she closed her eyes, took in a breath, let it simmer back out of her, and focused on that sensation of urgency, the tingling, simmering heat from inside.

One paw down between her legs spreading the full, plump lips of her vulpine spade, the natural humid heat of her own body twisting up into pale steam in the air before her, she swallowed again, tightened, felt that sensation grow and finally come to its breaking point-

-and then jumped as soon as she opened her eyes again. Pushing through the bushes ahead of her was a feral fox, fur rich ochre against the verdant green of the woods: it watched her with sharp, cunning eyes as it approached, head forward, ears back, all curiosity and interest. Vi frowned and waved it away but still it pursued, as though taking this entire show as an invitation.

Damn it, the Vulpera grumbled to herself, halfway hiding her sex behind a paw. I can’t piss with an audience. What does it even want, anyway? It’s not like I-

Then another jump, another gasp, another full-body shudder, as the distinctive sensation of a cool, wet-leather nose shoveled up underneath the base of her tail curled in preparation for any splashback. Still the fox before her approached, and now as she spun around there was a second underneath her, poking inquisitively up at her, running its nose back and forth over the sensitive, puckered skin of her tailhole, making her twitch and shiver and wobble where she squatted.

Caught off-guard she gasped, flailed her arms, and then fell forward, pushing her lower body up and out. The newcomer took full advantage of this, chuffing softly and then continuing its investigation down around her newly exposed spade, the thick, plump flesh jiggling under its own weight in the open air. Vi scrabbled at the leaf-covered ground in an attempt to free herself from the unexpected conundrum, but no sooner had she started did the first fox close in and growl, one small paw pushing down on her shoulder as if to hold her there.

Already Vi was overwhelmed, from the hot, hungry breaths puffing and tickling across the tender meat of her spade, already tingling from her overfull bladder; to the nosing and nuzzling around the plump lips there, the fox smearing its nose across her, lifting up into sensitive folds, huffing deep, drawing back out; to the sudden addition of the tongue, broad and flat and startling, dragging up and across her. She gasped again, dug her claws into the earth, gritted her teeth, squirmed, and once more tried to move - and then just so happened to peer beneath the fox standing here before her, at the pouched sack swaying from side to side with his little movements, at the pert, plump sheath hanging down from his underbelly, at the tapered point of pink flesh glistening in the sunlight, lifting up towards his body with his pulse, already dripping from the tip.

Vi swallowed yet again, then shuddered all over as the one behind her dug its tongue into a good spot. She couldn’t help but tighten up, hike her tail further, and push back, then did so again when that tongue returned - and at a third, and fourth meeting, the release that she had so desperately sought here in this clearing away from camp came to her, floodgates bursting free with a few rapid, messy squirts before the stream strengthened into its full, unbroken flow. Relief and pleasure washed across her as the scent of her own mark swirled up around her, trickling freely down from the pointed crest of her spade, flowing along the fur of her inner thighs - and still the fox continued to lap away at her, apparently interest in, enticed by, the Vulpera’s mark.

This can’t be happening, part of her thought, while another wholly different part reveled in the sensation. Out here in the woods, accosted by wild beasts… there’s nothing I can do, and yet, nobody will have to know other than myself, and I…

And the fox before her grinned, if feral animals could. The glitter in his eyes, the way he turned his body and hiked his leg, how his paintbrush tail gave a swish and flick for flourish and then pointed up and away… how his sheath and sack swung and jiggled underneath him, drawing Vi’s attention. She could see it coming, and yet she did nothing to avoid it - other than close her eyes, of course, as the first quick, thick squirts of feral vulpine mark emptied out across the ground before her, then similarly sharpened into a flowing stream. Just as her relief still poured out of her, she felt it ooze from the feral as well as he relieved himself first in front of and then across her, freely soaking the fur of her muzzle with hot, rich mark straight from the source, well overwhelming her sense for anything else around her.

This time when Vi swallowed all she could taste was him, sharp and bright and intense, heady, dizzying. Her mouth fell open where she lay and she sighed, the force of his piss swelling in along her breath as well, tickling at the inside of her lungs, all the while the other fox now lapped up the last of her trickling mark as well, bladder freshly, freely emptied across the ground between her legs. It was a sensation like none other she had received before, this purely feral tongue slopping and slurping up across sensitive piss-soaked flesh, cupping underneath her sex, dragging up across it, poking in against her tailhole… and then slipping away, leaving her tingling, panting, wanting more, and hating herself for it.

These are wild animals, she reminded herself, taking the risk to half-open one eye and look up at the male as he marked her. He watched her still, proud of himself, the pink flesh of his shaft having coaxed itself further out of his sheath in the process, little squirts and sprays bouncing along the stream. Wild, feral beasts, and I’m just letting them do this to me, and… And Vi’s gaze flicked to the side as the other came into view.

It shared a glance with the other fox while he still pissed across her, then lapped the sticky slickness from its chops, appraised Vi where she lay underneath the hot, yellow spray, and then turned and hiked its own tail - and showed her own full, hefty spade, small and perky for her species, still enough to protrude out beyond her hindlegs and twitch and jiggle as she stepped, and widened her stance, and crouched down. Even above the scent of fresh feral mark Vi could pick out the familiar, burning spice of vulpine arousal.

The Vulpera closed her eyes, licked her lips, and swallowed, now tasting the bright sharpness of his mark, expecting the other fox’s to follow soon enough. She would be here for a while.