'Twas the Night Before FurCon
This is a Christmas present for one of my best friends: Nick.
'Twas the night before FurCon, when all through the blocks
Not a creature was stirring, except for a fox;
The planning was drawn by the bedroom with care,
In hopes that his friend Nicholas would be in there;
The panther was nestled all snug in his bed,
While visions of cummy cocks danced in his head;
And the fox in his skirt, and his dildos to use,
Barged into the panther's long winter snooze,
When under the sheets there arose such a fright,
And the panther sprang up to turn on a light.
Away to the bed the fox flew like a flash,
Tore off the bed sheets after his quick dash.
The fox on the lap of the new-awoken fur
Showed his lust of the day with a pleasurable murr,
When, what to his wandering eyes should absorb,
But a hefty bulge, and two big, round orbs,
With the fox's ass raised high, so lively and quick,
He sat on the cock of his good friend named Nick.
More rapid than eagles the fox's butt did claim,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called him by name;
"Oh, Nick! Oh, Nick! I love riding your knot!
Oh, Nick! No one else can hit that spot!
To the brim of my ass! Please fill me with cum!
Now fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me dumb!"
As a rabbit during mating season the panther did hump,
Until met with an orgasm into the fox's big rump,
So into his ass, the semen, it flew,
The fox's ass filled with cum, and Nick's dick too.
And then, in a twinkling, the fox heard him in rut,
"I'm not done with you, you good little slut."
As he drew in his cock, and was getting up,
Down he pushed his cock into the muzzle of the pup.
The panther was smelling of musk, from his balls to his breast,
And his fur was all marked with cum stains and sweat;
A bundle of joys the fox was mixed in,
And he looked like a raccoon enjoying a trash bin.
His eyes-how they sparkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little muzzle was stuffed tight with that cock,
And that cock was fucking, it was as hard as a rock;
The giant of a log the fox held tight in his lip,
And the cum it flowed through his muzzle like a whip;
He had a smug face and a now full little belly,
That jiggled, when he rose up like a bowlful of jelly.
The panther was satisfied, the fox was full,
And they cuddled together, they were as plush as wool;
A wink from the panther and a slap to the rear,
Soon gave the fox to know he had nothing to fear;
The fox spoke not a word, but went straight to his sleep,
Knowing the panther would not utter a peep,
For the panther was happy with his FurCon present,
And giving a nod, the fox had his consent;
He rose to his knees, to the fox's ear he gave a whisper,
And back down he lied, the air feeling a bit crisper.
But what was it that Nick had said?
"Good night you horny little fox, it is time for bed."