00 FOXIE IN: LIVE AND LET YIFF
00 FOXIE IN: LIVE AND LET YIFF
Before setting out for his next assignment, Foxie had to check in with 'Y', the guy in charge of the tech stuff for the mission specks. Y was a squirrel who had a tail flexed all the way to the back of his head, which was inconvenient, even dangerous for a death factory like this. Y led him over towards a table with some odd trinkets. The first he held up was a gaudy little lapel pin with some obese angel on it.
"Hello Foxie, glad you could make it. This first is a Starlight Scope disruptor. Nowadays snipers use electronic scopes, so when you're out in the open, activate this and it will convey an electronic image of you to the scope's circuits which will be feet away in actuality."
"Nice,' commented Foxie, 'but what do I do if the bastard figures it out and adjusts it?"
Y smiled wryly.
"The idea is to give you warning your being targeted. Most others' don't get that chance. Anyway..."
He then held up an elongated vibrator.
"And this is for a surprise get-away. It's actually a taser. It can be set to stun by twisting the setting to maximum quickly two times in succession, or you can set it on a timer. Twist the knob completely around for a five second delay per revolution. Four times should be enough."
He then handed it over. Foxie appraised the odd sleekness of the pink object.
"Normally, I'm not into this stuff, but it looks nice." Foxie mused.
Y smiled.
"I know what your thinking, and I wouldn't advise it. Yes, it DOES work just like the real thing, but you don't want it inside you if it accidentally goes off!" Y protested.
Foxie grinned jovially.
"I guess that's what you'd call a shocking development." He mused.
Y sighed, unamused.
"Whatever. The last is this."
Then Y held up something familiar; a DVD copy of "Vixens Gone Wild" Foxie frowned, not exactly his thing. It would have been better if someone had got "Ultimate Fox Orgy 5" or "Yiffy Home Development" Y cleared his throat.
"I know what your thinking. Your a gay male, and this is an orgy of lesbian vulpines. this selection is deliberate so that you have no qualms or regrets about blowing this up."
Foxie opened his muzzle to ask what that meant, but Y beat him to it.
"This 'harmless' DVD and case is actually made of highly pigmented C-4. all of it, even the disc itself. You set it off by whistling. You know how to whistle, don't you honey? No, just kidding. It detonates by a radio signal from that lovely Rolex we lent you earlier. Anyway, to the garage!"
Foxie admired his new wheels. It was a black Jaguar with leather seats.
"The agency is displeased with your treatment of our vehicles, Foxie!" Y declared.
Foxie shrugged.
"I bring them all back."
"Your last car we lent you looks like a rape crime scene! Do you think all that Astro-glide, jizz, and uhh...other things...come out of the upholstery?. Frankly, it's disgusting and we can't find too many agents that will take 'sloppy seconds' like those poor molested transportations' of yours! And the leather was an improvement to cut down on cleaning costs from your promiscuous adventures!" Y exclaimed.
Foxie yawned boredly.
"Are you going to get to what my car can do?" He sighed out.
"Oh, you dirty bastard! How do you pick up so many gigolos in one mission, anyway? Your like a magnet for gay male sex! Damn it! Anyway, the headlights have rockets, the side-view mirrors are 30 caliber machine guns, and for this model only, we have a not so standard feature, courtesy of Jaguar automotives unlimited, the hood ornament is a flame thrower that uses gasoline directly from the tank and sprays fire outward five or so meters, depending on what you refuel the car with. Any questions?"
Foxie nodded.
"Just one. Since I'm going to siberia, can my beverage warmers heat something else up?" He mused, displaying a container of lube in one paw.
Y hastily leaned forward and roughly seized it.
"That's not what we talked about, 00!"
1800hrs approx. 2035m from Severnaya
Foxie checked his Rolex for the thirtieth time while bussing it with his car on a C-130 drop plane. The Jaguar had sophisticated anti-freeze fluid and heavily nitrogenated fuel to resist the below zero climates that unmercifully razed these lands, however, the distance of the torch hood ornament was drastically reduced thanks exclusively to the poor gasoline quality. Of course, driving over ice and snow at five miles an hour in blizzard conditions didn't really require high octane, anyway. Foxie supposed that if the car ran, he was good. Another problem was the leather seats, and for Y to do that to him on a mission like this, that sadistic nut-packer must be really pissed at his previous conduct indeed! No warm toasty seats for "unauthorized" adventures this time. Foxie only hoped he could warm up his frozen ass and dick when he got back home and that frost-bite would not claim any of his desirable parts for "General Winter".
1900hrs approx. 63m from Severnaya
The green light went on in the bay of the customized transport plane. Foxie got in the Jaguar and fastened the hood of his fur and kevlar lined coat, taking the wheel in one paw and the gear shift in another. The light flashed five times in an increment of three seconds between rests before Foxie felt the car being shoved slowly from the plane by way of a cargo dispelling runway. The rear doors opened, allowing the elements to peck at the hood with snow and harsh wind. Foxie rolled up his window as a few flakes smacked his cheek. The car was shoved rapidly out right before the first half of the frame connected with the edge. Foxie fell several stories and watched a stray wrapped condom float by him, before four parachutes shot out from the rectangular frame holding the car in place. He came to a loud crunch on a frozen lake. Foxie got out with a knife in hand, slashing off the straps holding his car immobile.
Just as he got that taken care of, he heard a loud buzz noise. It got slowly nearer and nearer until Foxie realized that it came from a snowmobile and not a helo. The 00 promptly ducked into the car, preparing to drive off, when a wicked idea struck him. He twisted the Jaguar forcefully around 180 degrees to face his foe's direction, as he backed the car as fast as he could and squeezed the trigger for the flamethrower. The first second, a small blue fire sputtered out, but Foxie waited, knowing this was the first time it had been used besides R&D. After a couple seconds, a long burst of orange spread across the air, and more importantly-the ice. Then he stopped the car, letting it melt the lake some before shutting it off and waited for the snowmobiler. Sleet sizzled on his red glowing hood ornament as the snow vehicle lined up with him, a grizzled husky in a gray parka staring him down. The husky ground his engine once, twice, charging towards foxie with an AK in one paw and the strap around his covered neck. He didn't get very close. The ice slowly began to splinter and crack under his vehicle, giving a loud croak like you would hear on the Exorcist movies. In only seconds, he went under, vehicle and all. Then he jumped up out of the ice-water, coughing, wet, shivering his doggie ass off. Foxie snorted dismissively at his drenched adversary and twisted the car back around, heading for the bunker where other agents were rumoured to have been held.
Only half a mile away, he disembarked from the car, hoping he would find it if it began to snow again. he turned on the crappy little lapel pin which he found so distasteful in the first place and hoped that he was not sniper bait in the next few minutes as he ran for one of the entrances, freeze-proofed oiled M9 in one paw.
A white tiger. A siberian tiger took notice from his prone position on a high hill made of snow; a snow bank, that a white object distantly off, was running for the bunker. The tiger licked his jowls as he centered the coat wrapped intruder in his scoped Dragunov rifle. A rifle with a cheap fiberglass scope.
Foxie swerved as a loud report and a heavy caliber bullet kicked up a small geyser of white powder nearby him. Sniper! Shit! Foxie ducked down into the snow, burying in, frozen but still alive and hoping that lapel worked!
The tiger grinned as his prey eluded him after that "warning shot". Gregor, his conspirator, a polar bear, would meet the trespasser in the base, and he, Gregor, and Nicholai, a husky, would alleviate the boredom of this decrepit crappy place they had been stationed-forever-to.
Foxie waited a moment-an eternity-before venturing out and onto the base. Foxie made it to the bunker door, which required a card and access code. Foxie took out from his coat a blue aluminum card and swiped it, then he breathed on the keypad, revealing where the warmth of mittened hands had punched in repeatedly all the time, the same access code. Foxie supplanted this:3954 and was rewarded by a green flash on-screen, before the heavy steel doors that could resist all small arms, but would crumble under one RPG hit, gave him passage. Foxie casually strolled in, expecting more sentries than he encountered, before a huge uniformed thing rushed at him and shoved a walnut-stocked rifle butt into his jaw, knocking him spread near-lifeless on the floor.
When Nicholai came home to see his comrades dallying with this captured prisoner that had left him to freeze in a lake only hours before, needless to say, the husky with malamute bloodlines was not very happy.
"Comrade! You should have told us you were going out for a bath!" Jibed Gorbje the tiger.
"Ha! I never hear the end of it from you two idiots" The husky grumbled.
"Come see paradise, the only place where gay Soviets can get together! I see now, why those others' at this post must have gone insane. Being so horny in the middle of fucking nowhere must drive all others' crazy with unspent lust!"
Gregor then rumbled as he talked.
"Be silent, you ridiculous ice fairy! With this trespassing little shit out here for god knows what, we now have some fun in a rapeably soft prisoner, and I've always wanted to yiff a fox. You know those NEVER come up here to russia. You have to go to England or Italy, or some other euro place!" Gregor mused.
"What about those arctic foxes? We see those 'In The Motherland'" Gorbje offered.
"Bah! Arctic fox not the same as red fox. Red fox fun for snuggling, very warm body heat. Arctic too insulated with fur for me to feel intimate." Gregor rebuked.
"You stay picky comrades, but I think one fox as good as another. And Nicholai, you might stay pissed at him, but he's just free ass to me!"
Foxie came to spread eagle belly down on a cot bed-naked and chilly despite a thick sheet thrown over his backside-and something heavy and breathing stuffing it's meat into his tailhole. When Foxie fully became aware, his butt protested from current and post rape pain, and though Foxie delighted in new lovers' to share in his intimate features', this was NOT what he had in mind! But despite this, he felt his dick harden and come out of a hole in the mattress and exposed to the cold air for only a second before his entire length of fox flesh was devoured in the warm protective snout of one of his captors lying on the concrete floor, and concealed by the mattress itself, so that Foxie could not tell who it was, but he knew it was a polar bear on top of him, yiffing the daylights out of his tailhole. The bear on top growled viciously with each thrust of his slick, lubed ursine shaft, sending his rod deeper and deeper into the fox, claiming the vulpines ass for himself alone. A soft paw crawled slowly through the "glory hole", and found Foxie's furred balls, lightly stroking them with gloved fingers as the tongue curled around Foxie's shaft and sensuously ravaged his peehole.
"Uh! Uhhhhh" foxie moaned.
"So, fox bitch is awake! Come have dessert, bitch!" Replied the husky, shoving his dog cock, knot and all, forcefully down the 00's throat, intending to take sadistic delight in his sexual revenge on the fox that left him in the middle of nowhere, freezing his fluffy testicles off.
Foxie moaned in delight as each inch was entrusted to his waiting toothed muzzle. When his lips touched sheath, foxie got to work playing with the dog dick in his mouth, sucking, swirling his spit skillfully around the shaft like a vortex maw.
"Uh, uh! Oh, shit! I'm cumming! This little red fucker must be gay, too! He sure knows what to do with a dick when he's given it!" The husky howled out in an amused groan, before he shot his load down the fox's throat and fell upon his ass exhausted.
Foxie cringed as the mouth left his member for only a second before being replaced with something else-the needy tailhole of his invisible lover. Whomever was under must have arced their butt up and skillfully-and blindly-guided his yiffhole towards the cot glory hole, where Foxie's cold dick had been eagerly waiting for further warmth. A 'Maneuvr'e' such as that takes skill and practice, and Foxie admired the effort his yiffy Casanova put into learning such a trick. Then all thought was forced from him as the bear's thrusts shoved foxie deeply into the ass of "the hidden glory hole seeker". The lover below purred with delight and pleasure with each of Foxie's delicate cocks' involuntary shoves, before his orgasm built up and he and the bear exploded at the same time, and Foxie fondly wondered if he was merely a vessel between the two, like the bears' seed went through him into the ass of that horny purring freak below his loving loins. Then a moment later, the tiger rolled out. He was a gorgeous shiny masculine thing (too bad he was Ruskie, because Foxie would want to hit that ass more often!)
"Ah, comrades, fox, everybody came but me. Will the fox remedy that?" The muscular tiger growled out playfully, sticking his own dick slowly into Foxie's mouth.
Foxie took the tigers' shaft without regret and even drooled from his lips at the thought of this fantasy cum true. The tiger was FAR more gentle than his arctic companions, for he thrust when he felt that Foxie would not gag, and withdrew only so far as Foxie wanted, for Foxie wanted as much of that flesh as he could handle without it choking him. With his tongue, he turned the same tricks that he pulled on the husky, and even a few more, for instance, he would play "The Alphabet Game" where he would use his tongue to trace all the letters of the english alphabet on the tigers' cockhead. (how's that for bringing democracy to russia?, Foxie wryly mused). When he ran out of letters, he would artfully use numbers. Foxie knew the tiger wouldn't make it to 100. For that matter, the tiger didn't even make to twelve before he sprayed Foxie's throat with his jism.
The bear removed himself and went out to the spy's car, soon coming back with the DVD and vibrator.
"Perhaps little fox is not gay. Perhaps little fox is swinging for both teams?" Mused the bear, as he displayed "Vixens Gone Wild" for all to see.
"Too bad we have no player. It might not be erotic to us, but at least it would be entertaining. I bet he could get hard in one second from watching this thing!" Gorbje joked.
"Both of you out! I want my turn first with him. He owes me that much for leaving me out there to freeze!" Nicholai growled.
Gorbje sighed, tossing the husky the vibrator.
"Fine, but you save some of that action for me." Retorted the tiger.
Nicholai locked the door behind him, taking stock of his red-furred captive.
"True is that? You are double batter?" Mused the husky.
Foxie looked up tiredly from his place on the cot. He was not tied down anymore, but it didn't matter; the cold had stolen much of his stamina.
"Switch hitter." Foxie offered.
The husky nodded.
"Ah, yes. You are indecisive for either team?"
Foxie shrugged.
"Nope. As gay as rainbow sweaters and tropical drinks." Foxie declared.
Nicholai frowned.
"Then why you have lesbian sex DVD?"
Foxie chuckled at that.
"Sometimes a guy needs a little variety, just to remind him of what's out there."
Nicholai grinned, proceeding to slowly lick along the surface of the vibrator.
"Mmm. What you do back there, it piss me off bad, but I think I like red, so I like you. Do you wish to go first, or should I?" Enquired the husky.
Foxie shrugged boredly, but internally, he was thinking that there was a way he could get out of this mess.
"You go first. I never use one before. I was hoping some lover abroad could teach me how?"
Nicholai nodded, working the pink plastic thing into his tailhole with obvious delight. then he turned it on, and began to moan with the shockwaves of pleasure working through his insides. He's in for a surprise, foxie mused.
"I'm no expert, but maybe you should twist the knob around a couple times. I think it will simulate the pulses of an orgasming cock." Foxie offered.
"Strange notion, fox." Nicholai answered, twisting it clockwise twice.
10 Seconds.
"Hmm. Nothing happened." The husky mused.
Nothing, YET.
"So, how did you end up here?" Foxie asked.
5 Seconds.
"Oh, me and my friends volunteer for this 'paradise'." The dog grumbled.
"Really?" Foxie mused sincerely.
Nicholai was about to answer, when the mechanism counted down and jolted him painfully with a charge of electricity. The husky collapsed on his side unconscious, vibrator still in his tailhole. Foxie casually walked out the door as the two other Soviets stared at him in surprise.
"Where-where is Nicholai?" Gorbje stammered.
Foxie grinned.
"Oh. My special technique with a vibrator left him stunned." The fox mused, as he grabbed his clothes from nearby and slid the Rolex over his paw.
He walked through the frigid cold toward his car-naked, looking back at his watch.
"Hey! Almost time to go. I hope you guys had a blast."
Then he pushed a button on the Rolex, detonating "Vixen's Gone Wild" in their faces. The heat of the explosion barraged his backside with somewhat comforting warmth as he pulled open the door to the Jaguar, sitting down, and turning up the heat all the way, getting hastily dressed.
This was going to be one hell of a drive.