A foxes point of view.
This FICTONAL first person story is a blog about a fox who explains his life. He is quite well known on the internet in his world and people have asked him about his life and choices. So it's basically a fox explaning his life....ENJOY..
If any of you are wondering, yes I'm a fox and you know some of this needs to be clarified. People have been asking me questions and I think it's time for them to get the answers. I grew up in a small town on the wider part of Idaho right to the left of the interstate. The town was quite empty, a graduating class if fourteen, including me. If you looked at me you'd see a slim, almost girlish fox. I am nineteen years old and am still thinking about what to do with my life, sad I know. Growing up in a small town I wasn't very "exposed" if you know what I mean, so when our town got the internet, ohhh I save for like two years to get my own computer. I loved being connected, I got internet friends, became popular with a couple videos on youtube. Oh I loved it, then I came across a couple sites, I....I couldn't stop going to them. My nights consisted of staring at my laptop screen doing what I came to find as masturbating. I would collect pictures and different video files of many, many things, even post some pics of myself at some points. I loved it, it felt so good. In my pictures I saw others having so much pleasure and thought I wanted to have the same, so I ordered a toy. It was your average fleshlight, not to tight or anything, you didn't need any lube it get it around and have a good time. I used that for a while but for some reason, something was missing. The more foxes I looked at online I found were getting dominated by others, they were getting plowed, filled, and fucked and I felt I wanted some of that. So, I placed an order for a dildo, you're average canine size with a medium sized knot. Because of our small town I opened a P.O box in the next town over to not raise suspicion, when I finally came I raced picked it up and then found a secluded place between our towns. I immediately tore open the package (I made sure I went to the bathroom before I left) and sucked on the shaft until it was dripping with my saliva. With that I excitedly threw down my pants and put the tip to my ass, with a short breath I shoved it as far as I could. It felt like ecstasy, I could feel the tip ramming into my prostate. With a few short thrusts my body already seemed used to it and ready for the knot, I pushed and pushed but it hurt so bad. I couldn't get that thing in, so I put it on the car seat and sat on the toy letting my body and gravity do the work for me. Then POP, it was in. My mind raced, it couldn't decide if there was more pleasure or pain, but my smile and upmost love for the feeling kept the pain at bay. With it in I started pawing, moving around in the seat to get the toy to move around inside of me. My moans were so loud that I was scared that they could hear me from both towns. Then finally I came, more then I had ever before. This is what I liked, I wanted more....I needed more. After cleaning a bit I pulled my pants up not even bothering to take out the toy and turned the car on to go back to my town. That was the best drive I ever had.
Over time I collected more and more toys, stashing them in a compartment I made in my car near the spare wheel. I would make excuses and go places just so I could bring one of the toys in and play for the night. Other times I would purposely leave my wallet, books, or keys in the car just so I could go outside and pick one out. Most of the time, I use one sole toy. It happens to be the biggest horse cock that you could buy from internet vendors. It cost me two weeks of my salary to pay for it but ohh was it worth it. When it came I found that same spot (where I usually go to test out my new toys for I still had the p.o box.) and tore open the packaging. It was huge! Just the shaft was as wide as a soda can, not even going to go into specifics about the flare. I tried for like an hour to get it in my ass, even resorting to trying to sit on it and using up an entire bottle of lube, but no matter how much I tried I could not get it in. A couple of weeks later I did it, I practiced with smaller dildos, butt plugs, and other stuff to finally get it to pop. I had taken the knots of all my dildos and this was nothing compared to it. The knots had a certain roundness to them that make them a bit easy, the flare just felt like a wall penetrating me. I tried to push a bit further but I feared my slowly rising moaning would wake up my parents. With just the flare in I collapsed onto my bed, back up with the dildo sticking out of my ass. (Needless to say I can fit a quarter of the thing up in there now.)
I told you before I had made friends online, one of them became more then friends. I talked to him almost every day, including a little bit of online video chat with some of my toys. He was a wolf, a pretty well endowed one to. I got that from the video chats with him. As it turned out he was going off to college from Kansas to Eastern Washington University right over the state line. I snatched this opportunity up and made plans with him to meet. We met in Spokane a week before school started for him, and it lead to a hotel bedroom. Oh, I can still remember like it was yesterday. The second the door was locked he picked me up in his powerful arms and threw me on the bed. His claws ripped through my pants and tore the rest of the fabric away revealing my foxy ass. He turned me over to my paws and knees and ordered me to stay in a loving sort of way. I followed his instructions and raised my tail waiting for the cock to be inside of me. But what I felt wasn't a hard wolf cock, but a rough, wet tongue sliding up and down my ass. I shivered under the texture and the unexpectedness of the act. I remember looking down between my arms and legs and seeing him with his muzzle dug in behind me licking away. I had never felt anything like that, my own tongue hung out of my muzzle wanting some of its own to lick. It dug deeper into my ass and soon what felt like his entire tongue was caressing inside of me. I sighed and moaned with the pleasure, but the wolf backed up and before I could say any sort of why'd he stopped he rammed into me. The force caused my arms to buckle and my face to ram into the bed spread. Then I felt pressure behind my ears, he was holding my face down! And he was fucking me, drilling me, and soon to be filling me. This is the rightful place for a fox, this is where we're at home! Behind me, I felt his knot starting to form and just from the start of it ramming into my butt I knew it was larger than any of my precious dildos (other than my horse one of course). He wasn't slowing down, in fact the ramming was getting faster and the pressure holding me down was getting harder and harder to struggle against. Not that I was complaining or anything. My eyes strained to get a look at the wolf pounding me, I caught glances of him when he pulled back. His eyes were filled with lust and his fangs hung out like the true dominator he was. Then I felt the knot coming closer inside with every thrust, he was going to tie us! I cringed and squeezed the bedspread reading myself for it, but ohh, a million years of dildos cannot ready you for the real think. When he finally made his final push and tied us I screamed like a bitch while inside I felt his seed filling me up. I sat there panting with my tongue out with him still tied to me when his muzzle came close to my ears. Under his warm breaths passing over my fur and I can still hear his voice in my head, ringing like a bell everyday.
"You're mine now foxy. Mine to have fun with." His voice held the natural dominating tone it should but in there was the loving voice that I couldn't get enough of. So I replied back with a "I understand....master."
That's what happened to me, the clarification of my life. I do have to say that some of the stereotypes are true, well for me at least. I love to be filled and I love to be fucked and that's what I have to say about that. Well, I hear my master wants some loving of his own in the other room, I think he's saying something about needing some toilet paper. Oh well, whatever it is, I'll be ready. Because, he's my master and I'm a fox.