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Thumbnail art by Malachyte used with permission from Kitsunelegend.", "writing": "\tAs the sounds of civilization faded behind the trees, Chrissy felt herself become more real, more \"her.'' Out there among the walls and streets and artificial lights, she could feel the expectation of society weigh down on her, trying to shape her into its mold. The trees had no such intention; They didn't care how dirty her bare fur was, how unkempt her hair became. There were no brushes or combs in the forest - only freedom and the wonder of what's behind the next tree.\n\n\tShe decided that today was the day she conquered the gully to the east. It had long been an adversary with its steep sides, sharp rocks, and fast stream at the bottom; too dangerous even for her adventurous spirit. And it stretched too far to hike around - she had tried. The dastardly gully was blocking her off from a whole chunk of the forest, and that bothered her. Who knows what mysteries lay beyond that steadfast gully? Not her, and that was a problem.\n\n\tShe followed the lip of the gully until she came across what she had spotted the other day: a tree that had fallen into the gully from the far side, its trunk extending across the stream. It's branches flattened against the rocks at the bottom of her side - just the opportunity she had been hoping for! The daring fox cub dug through her satchel and extracted a coil of rope.\n\n\t\"Get ready to be crossed, you jerk.''\n\n\tChoosing a tree further away from the edge of the gully, she tied the rope around its trunk, then tossed the other end out into the void, watching with some satisfaction as it uncoiled neatly. The end landed about five feet from the bottom; Close enough. Giving the rope a few tugs to ensure her knot was tied properly, she began her descent, tail-first down the banks of the gully.\n\n\tThe nude little fox had first attempted this gully months ago, her curiosity temporarily overriding her sense of caution. The very first rock she had put her footpaw on shifted out from under her, and she nearly slipped belly-first down the sharp-rocked bank. She didn't have any clothes on to protect her, so the rocks would have scraped her up pretty badly, and she might have broken something upon landing. Luckily she had caught a more stable rock in her paw, and was saved a terrible fate. She had thanked that rock thoroughly, and cursed the other, hoping that it hated its new spot at the bottom of the stream.\n\n\tNow, with the rope firmly gripped in her paws, her steps were far more careful. She had spent all this time regaining her courage, and nearly lost it all again when yet another rock shifted under her paw. The shift was sharp and sudden, and in the rush of tensing and clenching, she pissed herself just a little bit, but her grip on the rope remained strong, and her other footpaw was planted firm.\n\n\tShe shouted down at the rock that had clattered it's way to the bottom of the gully. \"Not today, you wad! Dumb rock!'' She stuck her tongue out at it for good measure, then continued her descent.\n\n\tWith patience and care, she wended her way down the side of the gully, not daring to let go of the rope long enough to do anything about the dampness between her legs. When she reached the end of the rope, she had to carefully lower herself down, her paws gripping the frayed end tight, arms extended all the way up, hesitant to let go of her lifeline and drop that last little bit that felt like miles. Her bare chest was up against a mossy rock, little strands of green mashing into her tan belly-fur, nipples tickled by the soft fibers as she wiggled her footpaws around, trying to make solid contact with a rock or dirt or anything. She couldn't see past her chest, her upraised arms squishing her face and keeping her from looking down over her shoulder. She whimpered and whined as she kicked her legs, then took a deep breath and let go, dropping into the unknown...\n\n\t... and promptly landing on solid rock. She dropped maybe two inches. All of the worry and fear suddenly felt deeply silly; she was glad only the tadpoles and birds were able to see her.\n\n\tThe log was sturdy, the leaves on the branches still green. It must have been felled by last week's windstorm, the side of the gully collapsed under its weight, roots now exposed to the air, yet the base still covered with a skirt of stubborn dirt still clinging on. She had no fear that the trunk would break, but the spray from the stream mixed with the moss still clinging to the bark would make walking across pretty dangerous. Instead, she straddled the thing and scooted herself across, once again finding her sensitive areas tickled by moss. Each time she pulled herself forward, she could feel the bumps and ridges of the bark, softened by the thick moss. By the time she was halfway across the log, she was panting, but not from exertion. A few more scoots later and the little fox cub was whimpering, a trail of slick moss behind her. By the time she was able to touch the tree-roots, she was shivering and quaking, her thighs squeezing the log. She reached down with trembling fingers, and all it took was a couple of rubs of her clit to make her cum. Her body shook and curled, her brain went fuzzy, and she slid sideways off the log, falling with a splash into the stream.\n\n\tWith a yelp she jumped up, the cold water having a very sobering effect. Sitting there, the water rushing around her waist, she took a few moments to catch her breath before bowing her head and thanking the log for its service.\n\n\tShe was about to hoist herself up, but something in the shallows caught her eye: a smooth oblong rock, about as long as her footpaw, and about as wide as two of her fingers. It was like a little baguette, but grey and almost completely smooth. Maybe it was her recent state of mind, but it looked like it'd feel wonderful in her pussy. She fished it out of the shallows and held it up for inspection, and was surprised to find that it had balls on one end! Well, a roundish part that kinda looked like balls if you squinted.\n\n\tShe looked around, unsure of what else she was looking for. More dickrocks? Maybe signs of civilization; she knew that this forest used to be inhabited land long long ago... Could this dickrock be an ancient artifact, carved by primitive beings hundreds of years ago? Or was it just a funny rock? Either way, she tucked it in her bag. At the very least, her brothers would get a laugh out of it.\n\n\tThis side of the gully wasn't as steep; still a climb, but much more manageable without any rope. Looking back, she could see the drips and wet footprints she had left behind fade as they went higher and higher, until they met her footpaws. And with a final few steps and two-armed push over a big rock, she crested the side.\n\n\t\"Hello!'' she called out. \"I'm Chrissy!'' She waited for an answer, and was greeted by birdsong and bug-buzzing, a shaft of sunlight through the canopy warming her fur, and the rustle of wind in the leaves; this was the forest was telling her who it was. With a warm smile, and outstretched arms she said, \"Nice to meet you!''\n\n---\n\n\tThe fox cub spent the whole morning wandering. Everything was so new! To anyone unfamiliar to the forest, this region might seem nearly identical to the one on the other side of the gully, but to Chrissy, there were so many new trees to climb, bugs to chase, and hills to clamber up. Each new step lead to another new discovery. By the time the sun was directly overhead, her fur was covered in dirt, her hair had leaves in it, her paws were sticky with sap, and her tummy was rumbling.\n\n\tShe found a spot to lunch, with two big trees providing dappled shade, a flattish boulder at just the right height to sit down next to and use as a table. Tail curled into her lap, she dug through her bag. There was a canteen and a peanutbutter-jelly sandwich, the latter somewhat mushed by the dickrock; Unfolding the paper wrapper on the sandwich exposed a dick-shaped imprint that Chrissy spent a solid two minutes giggling at.\n\n\tTucking into the sammich, she listened to the birdcalls coming from the canopy, humming a song she heard the other day (she would whistle, but the peanutbutter prevented that). Her tail flopped languidly, her footpaws waggled idly, her head bobbled happily side to side as she chewed. She also had a little satchel of a sweet cereal mix, with pretzels and bits of chocolate, and she washed it all down with the ice-cold water from her canteen.\n\n\tMaking sure she didn't leave any litter, she stuffed everything back in her bag. The canteen made a wobbly clunk as it went back in, banging against the phallic stone. The adventurous little foxcub took the rock out to give it another once-over. The stream must have spent a long time smoothing the long part out, but the bulb at the base must have been planted in the ground, because it was a little wrinkly, almost like real balls!\n\n\tShe hefted the rock in her paw, trying to make sense of the multitude of notions this single stone brought forth. The more she looked, the more it enticed her; it seemed to be almost designed to fit inside her - a gift from the earthspirit. Her mother always said to be mindful of the spirits, but her mother also made such a fuss whenever she would try to eat something she picked up off the ground. This was pretty much like trying to eat something off the ground, right? But the bottle of lube she kept in her satchel had special cleaning stuff in it, so it should be fine...\n\n\tShe tried to think of who's dick it most closely resembled. She closed her eyes while running her paws over the smooth shaft, trying to envision all the dicks she's fondled. Her brother's. Her other brother's... no... Her mind kept wandering to Kelsa's cock. Whether or not the rock was actually more like Kelsa's cock than anyone else's didn't much matter, Chrissy was just kinda horny for the older kitsune at the moment.\n\n\tBringing the shaft up to her face, she gave it a sniff. She didn't really know what to expect, but it smelled like... not much of anything, except maybe faintly of peanutbutter. But now that it was close to her lips, her tongue darted out and gave it a little lick. Again, a little bit of nothing with a hint of dirt. Her mouth parted, her hot breath growing faster as the stone drew nearer to her lips. It was so silly, wasn't it? Sucking off a rock? But for some reason, her lips were parting, her tongue reaching out, giving the tip of the rock a soft place to land as it entered her maw. It filled her mouth, the middle of her tongue cradling the tip while her lips hugged the shaft. Her paw cupped the \"balls'' at the base and held it steady while her head bobbed a few times.\n\n\tShe was pretty proud of herself for how long she went bobbing on that (literally) rock hard dick without scraping her tooth against it. Usually a lil' tooth scrape isn't too much of a problem, but with the rock, she feared it would be disastrous, and took extra care to keep her teeth clear. She imagined all the cute groans and moans Kelsa would make, her shuddering breath. Sadly, all that extra effort to keep her teeth clear meant her jaw got tired much quicker, and she had to stop before Rock Kelsa could pop off.\n\n\tOpening her bag, she brought out a bottle of antibacterial lube. Her pussy was pretty wet already just from sucking the rock, and the rock was pretty smooth, but she'd rather not chance anything. She plopped a little dollop of watermelon-scented goop on the tip and rubbed it down, making sure the whole thing was coated evenly. The watermelon smell made her mouth water, and she was tempted to suck it again, but as soon as she opened her mouth her jaw ached, so she settle on just a little lick, as a treat.\n\n\tScooching back so that she was leaning against the table-rock, she spread her legs, and pressed the tip of the dickrock against her folds. Her mind drifted to thoughts of Kelsa, the kitsune's cock throbbing, dribbling precum. The rock parted her labia, and she was a little shocked by how cold it was, but it was so smooth and wonderfully thick, and between the lube and her natural juices it slid into her easily. She kept pressing until the \"balls'' pressed against her folds, letting out a long, shuddering moan as she got used to the stone's cool surface so deep inside her. The sensation was strange - most dicks or dildos have at least some give to them, a little bend, a little squish, but this one was completely unyielding, making her insides conform to the rock.\n\n\tHer tender folds hugged the shaft, squishing and stretching as she slowly slid it in and out of her pussy, her insides slowly acclimating to the coolness of the stone. She let out a little moan each time the \"balls'' pressed against her labia, the unyielding hardness filling her pussy sending a wave of pleasure through her body.\n\n\tShe shuffled a bit to get a better angle, footpaws scruffing in the dirt, arching her back and scooching up. She could really feel the stiffness of the dickrock at that point, the stone refusing to bend with her as she moved, bullying her insides around itself. She planted the base of the rock into the ground and rode it, leaning forward and holding herself up with her paws, thighs flexing, tail bobbing as she bounced on the cockrock. Her pussyjuices dripped down the \"balls'' and soaked into the ground.\n\n\tAs she worked towards her climax, she thought of Kelsa and her particular perversions. With a mischievous grin, Chrissy shifted around once more, this time turning herself upside-down, legs in the air, back against the table-rock, neck curled in, her little body making a C shape. She could see the shaft of the stone disappearing into her pussy, each pump flicking her pussyjuices into her own face. Panting and moaning, she thought of Kelsa plowing into her. She whined and groaned as she grew closer and closer to orgasming, until finally her whole body clenched and she saw stars. A spray of her nectar splattered across her muzzle, and because she was thinking of Kelsa, she released her bladder and sprayed piss into the air. The initial pressure made the piss fly off past her head, only droplets hitting her, but as the strength of the stream faded, it began splattering over her forehead, between her clenched-closed eyes, and down her muzzle, until the majority of it landed in her open maw. The acrid golden liquid filled her mouth until it spilled over the sides, and then she swallowed it all in a couple gulps and opened her mouth to fill it again. Kelsa would be proud of her. \n\n\tLetting her body flump to the side, the fox cub caught her breath, head buzzing with pleasure. The rock had slipped out of her pussy and landed with a thump in the dirt. She lazily grabbed it, and drew it to her, giving a little kiss on the tip as a thank-you for its service.\n\n\tA few minutes later, she was up again, bushy tail wagging, the tan and ash fur on her face soggy with piss. She tucked her new rock friend into her bag, took a deep breath (which tasted of piss), and surveyed the land. She felt refreshed, renewed, and accomplished, having explored this new land and rubbed one out all over it. There was still much to discover, but she?d done an admirable job today. With her spirits lifted, her pussyfur glistening, and a belly fully of pee, she set off for home.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tAs the sounds of civilization faded behind the trees, Chrissy felt herself become more real, more "her.''  Out there among the walls and streets and artificial lights, she could feel the expectation of society weigh down on her, trying to shape her into its mold.  The trees had no such intention; They didn't care how dirty her bare fur was, how unkempt her hair became.  There were no brushes or combs in the forest - only freedom and the wonder of what's behind the next tree.

\tShe decided that today was the day she conquered the gully to the east.  It had long been an adversary with its steep sides, sharp rocks, and fast stream at the bottom; too dangerous even for her adventurous spirit.  And it stretched too far to hike around - she had tried.  The dastardly gully was blocking her off from a whole chunk of the forest, and that bothered her.  Who knows what mysteries lay beyond that steadfast gully?  Not her, and that was a problem.

\tShe followed the lip of the gully until she came across what she had spotted the other day: a tree that had fallen into the gully from the far side, its trunk extending across the stream.  It's branches flattened against the rocks at the bottom of her side - just the opportunity she had been hoping for!  The daring fox cub dug through her satchel and extracted a coil of rope.

\t"Get ready to be crossed, you jerk.''

\tChoosing a tree further away from the edge of the gully, she tied the rope around its trunk, then tossed the other end out into the void, watching with some satisfaction as it uncoiled neatly.  The end landed about five feet from the bottom; Close enough.  Giving the rope a few tugs to ensure her knot was tied properly, she began her descent, tail-first down the banks of the gully.

\tThe nude little fox had first attempted this gully months ago, her curiosity temporarily overriding her sense of caution.  The very first rock she had put her footpaw on shifted out from under her, and she nearly slipped belly-first down the sharp-rocked bank.  She didn't have any clothes on to protect her, so the rocks would have scraped her up pretty badly, and she might have broken something upon landing.  Luckily she had caught a more stable rock in her paw, and was saved a terrible fate. She had thanked that rock thoroughly, and cursed the other, hoping that it hated its new spot at the bottom of the stream.

\tNow, with the rope firmly gripped in her paws, her steps were far more careful.  She had spent all this time regaining her courage, and nearly lost it all again when yet another rock shifted under her paw.  The shift was sharp and sudden, and in the rush of tensing and clenching, she pissed herself just a little bit, but her grip on the rope remained strong, and her other footpaw was planted firm.

\tShe shouted down at the rock that had clattered it's way to the bottom of the gully.  "Not today, you wad!  Dumb rock!''  She stuck her tongue out at it for good measure, then continued her descent.

\tWith patience and care, she wended her way down the side of the gully, not daring to let go of the rope long enough to do anything about the dampness between her legs.  When she reached the end of the rope, she had to carefully lower herself down, her paws gripping the frayed end tight, arms extended all the way up, hesitant to let go of her lifeline and drop that last little bit that felt like miles.  Her bare chest was up against a mossy rock, little strands of green mashing into her tan belly-fur, nipples tickled by the soft fibers as she wiggled her footpaws around, trying to make solid contact with a rock or dirt or anything.  She couldn't see past her chest, her upraised arms squishing her face and keeping her from looking down over her shoulder.  She whimpered and whined as she kicked her legs, then took a deep breath and let go, dropping into the unknown...

\t... and promptly landing on solid rock.  She dropped maybe two inches.  All of the worry and fear suddenly felt deeply silly; she was glad only the tadpoles and birds were able to see her.

\tThe log was sturdy, the leaves on the branches still green.  It must have been felled by last week's windstorm, the side of the gully collapsed under its weight, roots now exposed to the air, yet the base still covered with a skirt of stubborn dirt still clinging on. She had no fear that the trunk would break, but the spray from the stream mixed with the moss still clinging to the bark would make walking across pretty dangerous.  Instead, she straddled the thing and scooted herself across, once again finding her sensitive areas tickled by moss.  Each time she pulled herself forward, she could feel the bumps and ridges of the bark, softened by the thick moss.  By the time she was halfway across the log, she was panting, but not from exertion.  A few more scoots later and the little fox cub was whimpering, a trail of slick moss behind her.  By the time she was able to touch the tree-roots, she was shivering and quaking, her thighs squeezing the log.  She reached down with trembling fingers, and all it took was a couple of rubs of her clit to make her cum.  Her body shook and curled, her brain went fuzzy, and she slid sideways off the log, falling with a splash into the stream.

\tWith a yelp she jumped up, the cold water having a very sobering effect.  Sitting there, the water rushing around her waist, she took a few moments to catch her breath before bowing her head and thanking the log for its service.

\tShe was about to hoist herself up, but something in the shallows caught her eye: a smooth oblong rock, about as long as her footpaw, and about as wide as two of her fingers. It was like a little baguette, but grey and almost completely smooth.  Maybe it was her recent state of mind, but it looked like it'd feel wonderful in her pussy.  She fished it out of the shallows and held it up for inspection, and was surprised to find that it had balls on one end!  Well, a roundish part that kinda looked like balls if you squinted.

\tShe looked around, unsure of what else she was looking for. More dickrocks? Maybe signs of civilization; she knew that this forest used to be inhabited land long long ago... Could this dickrock be an ancient artifact, carved by primitive beings hundreds of years ago?  Or was it just a funny rock?  Either way, she tucked it in her bag.  At the very least, her brothers would get a laugh out of it.

\tThis side of the gully wasn't as steep; still a climb, but much more manageable without any rope.  Looking back, she could see the drips and wet footprints she had left behind fade as they went higher and higher, until they met her footpaws.  And with a final few steps and two-armed push over a big rock, she crested the side.

\t"Hello!'' she called out. "I'm Chrissy!''  She waited for an answer, and was greeted by birdsong and bug-buzzing, a shaft of sunlight through the canopy warming her fur, and the rustle of wind in the leaves; this was the forest was telling her who it was.  With a warm smile, and outstretched arms she said, "Nice to meet you!''

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\tThe fox cub spent the whole morning wandering.  Everything was so new!  To anyone unfamiliar to the forest, this region might seem nearly identical to the one on the other side of the gully, but to Chrissy, there were so many new trees to climb, bugs to chase, and hills to clamber up.  Each new step lead to another new discovery. By the time the sun was directly overhead, her fur was covered in dirt, her hair had leaves in it, her paws were sticky with sap, and her tummy was rumbling.

\tShe found a spot to lunch, with two big trees providing dappled shade, a flattish boulder at just the right height to sit down next to and use as a table.   Tail curled into her lap, she dug through her bag.  There was a canteen and a peanutbutter-jelly sandwich, the latter somewhat mushed by the dickrock; Unfolding the paper wrapper on the sandwich exposed a dick-shaped imprint that Chrissy spent a solid two minutes giggling at.

\tTucking into the sammich, she listened to the birdcalls coming from the canopy, humming a song she heard the other day (she would whistle, but the peanutbutter prevented that).  Her tail flopped languidly, her footpaws waggled idly, her head bobbled happily side to side as she chewed.  She also had a little satchel of a sweet cereal mix, with pretzels and bits of chocolate, and she washed it all down with the ice-cold water from her canteen.

\tMaking sure she didn't leave any litter, she stuffed everything back in her bag.  The canteen made a wobbly clunk as it went back in, banging against the phallic stone.  The adventurous little foxcub took the rock out to give it another once-over.  The stream must have spent a long time smoothing the long part out, but the bulb at the base must have been planted in the ground, because it was a little wrinkly, almost like real balls!

\tShe hefted the rock in her paw, trying to make sense of the multitude of notions this single stone brought forth.  The more she looked, the more it enticed her; it seemed to be almost designed to fit inside her - a gift from the earthspirit.  Her mother always said to be mindful of the spirits, but her mother also made such a fuss whenever she would try to eat something she picked up off the ground.  This was pretty much like trying to eat something off the ground, right?  But the bottle of lube she kept in her satchel had special cleaning stuff in it, so it should be fine...

\tShe tried to think of who's dick it most closely resembled.  She closed her eyes while running her paws over the smooth shaft, trying to envision all the dicks she's fondled.  Her brother's.  Her other brother's... no... Her mind kept wandering to Kelsa's cock.  Whether or not the rock was actually more like Kelsa's cock than anyone else's didn't much matter, Chrissy was just kinda horny for the older kitsune at the moment.

\tBringing the shaft up to her face, she gave it a sniff.  She didn't really know what to expect, but it smelled like... not much of anything, except maybe faintly of peanutbutter.  But now that it was close to her lips, her tongue darted out and gave it a little lick.  Again, a little bit of nothing with a hint of dirt.  Her mouth parted, her hot breath growing faster as the stone drew nearer to her lips.  It was so silly, wasn't it?  Sucking off a rock? But for some reason, her lips were parting, her tongue reaching out, giving the tip of the rock a soft place to land as it entered her maw.  It filled her mouth, the middle of her tongue cradling the tip while her lips  hugged the shaft.  Her paw cupped the "balls'' at the base and held it steady while her head bobbed a few times.

\tShe was pretty proud of herself for how long she went bobbing on that (literally) rock hard dick without scraping her tooth against it.  Usually a lil' tooth scrape isn't too much of a problem, but with the rock, she feared it would be disastrous, and took extra care to keep her teeth clear.  She imagined all the cute groans and moans Kelsa would make, her shuddering breath.  Sadly, all that extra effort to keep her teeth clear meant her jaw got tired much quicker, and she had to stop before Rock Kelsa could pop off.

\tOpening her bag, she brought out a bottle of antibacterial lube.  Her pussy was pretty wet already just from sucking the rock, and the rock was pretty smooth, but she'd rather not chance anything.  She plopped a little dollop of watermelon-scented goop on the tip and rubbed it down, making sure the whole thing was coated evenly.  The watermelon smell made her mouth water, and she was tempted to suck it again, but as soon as she opened her mouth her jaw ached, so she settle on just a little lick, as a treat.

\tScooching back so that she was leaning against the table-rock, she spread her legs, and pressed the tip of the dickrock against her folds.  Her mind drifted to thoughts of Kelsa, the kitsune's cock throbbing, dribbling precum.  The rock parted her labia, and she was a little shocked by how cold it was, but it was so smooth and wonderfully thick, and between the lube and her natural juices it slid into her easily.  She kept pressing until the "balls'' pressed against her folds, letting out a long, shuddering moan as she got used to the stone's cool surface so deep inside her.  The sensation was strange - most dicks or dildos have at least some give to them, a little bend, a little squish, but this one was completely unyielding, making her insides conform to the rock.

\tHer tender folds hugged the shaft, squishing and stretching as she slowly slid it in and out of her pussy, her insides slowly acclimating to the coolness of the stone. She let out a little moan each time the "balls'' pressed against her labia, the unyielding hardness filling her pussy sending a wave of pleasure through her body.

\tShe shuffled a bit to get a better angle, footpaws scruffing in the dirt, arching her back and scooching up. She could really feel the stiffness of the dickrock at that point, the stone refusing to bend with her as she moved, bullying her insides around itself. She planted the base of the rock into the ground and rode it, leaning forward and holding herself up with her paws, thighs flexing, tail bobbing as she bounced on the cockrock.  Her pussyjuices dripped down the "balls'' and soaked into the ground.

\tAs she worked towards her climax, she thought of Kelsa and her particular perversions.  With a mischievous grin, Chrissy shifted around once more, this time turning herself upside-down, legs in the air, back against the table-rock, neck curled in, her little body making a C shape.  She could see the shaft of the stone disappearing into her pussy, each pump flicking her pussyjuices into her own face.  Panting and moaning, she thought of Kelsa plowing into her. She whined and groaned as she grew closer and closer to orgasming, until finally her whole body clenched and she saw stars.  A spray of her nectar splattered across her muzzle, and because she was thinking of Kelsa, she released her bladder and sprayed piss into the air.  The initial pressure made the piss fly off past her head, only droplets hitting her, but as the strength of the stream faded, it began splattering over her forehead, between her clenched-closed eyes, and down her muzzle, until the majority of it landed in her open maw.  The acrid golden liquid filled her mouth until it spilled over the sides, and then she swallowed it all in a couple gulps and opened her mouth to fill it again.  Kelsa would be proud of her.  

\tLetting her body flump to the side, the fox cub caught her breath, head buzzing with pleasure.  The rock had slipped out of her pussy and landed with a thump in the dirt.  She lazily grabbed it, and drew it to her, giving a little kiss on the tip as a thank-you for its service.

\tA few minutes later, she was up again, bushy tail wagging, the tan and ash fur on her face soggy with piss.  She tucked her new rock friend into her bag, took a deep breath (which tasted of piss), and surveyed the land.  She felt refreshed, renewed, and accomplished, having explored this new land and rubbed one out all over it.  There was still much to discover, but she?d done an admirable job today.  With her spirits lifted, her pussyfur glistening, and a belly fully of pee, she set off for home.

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