Vixens heat
Veronica's eyes opened and she sat up straight out of bed, head turning to the left as her pupils dilated and her nostrils flared, the vixen launching out of bed even as the last notes of the doorbell faded into silence.
She shot out her bedroom door, and down the hallway, skidding to a stop at the front door and opening, purple eyes peering out at the delivery man as she almost bounced a little in excitement, throwing open the door and refraining from hugging the rabbit there with great difficulty.
With a shaking paw, the vixen signed for the parcel, and then snatched it from him, almost slamming the door before leaning back against it, Scenting the air happily with her eyes closed, taking in the smell of the cardboard box, before sliding her clawtips along the leading edge, slipping one into the crack and cutting away the tape holding the box closed.
Anticipation swelled in her chest as she turned her finger sideways, flipping up the lid eagerly...and then her heart fell. this wasn't what she had ordered!
Inside the bow rested a thick purple object of unknown origins, standing out against the cloth it rested on. Her face fell a little and she picked it up, tossing the bit of cloth out onto the hallway floor and whining softly in frustration.
Where was her new graphics card!?
Her old graphics card had died the week previously, and she was in serious withdrawal from lack of friends to talk to, feeling a little lonely by now, and her mood not helped by the fact that she should have been online in the next few minutes, and instead she was looking at some stupid little bit of purple molded plastic!
She growled to herself and tossed the box on her bed, huffing to herself as she set out for the kitchen to hunt down breakfast.
After eating for a while, she was in a much better mood, and returned to her bedroom, sitting down on the bed and staring at the box containing the odd object, opening the box and taking it out, staring at it speculatively as she turned it over and over.
She wondered what it could be, a lamp shade?...A tool of some kind?
Frowning slightly, and looked at the base.
"Zeta...Zeta...." Veronica said, rolling it around her mouth, trying to get her tongue around the new word, and then shrugging, tossing it back in the box and then chucking the box to the side, laying back on the bed to return to her dream where she was back online again.
But of course, sleep wouldn't come back easily, and she growled a little, rolling onto her back, tail swishing from side-to-side in agitation as she stared at the ceiling.
It had been a while since her last heat, and she thought maybe it wouldn't be coming, maybe she missed this heat altogether, but now, she could feel twinges of it coming, and whined ever-so-softly. Last time, she had a convenient little glow stick to satisfy her lustful urges, but not any more, and soon, she knew, it would get unbearable.
The vixen slid off the bed reluctantly, eyes scanning the room for any suitable objects, narrowing as they didn't find anything other than a can of deodorant that was the right shape but obscenely large, and the bed post.
She was about to move onto the lounge room, and eventually the kitchen, when she turned, pausing a moment, and ear perked as she stared at the box with the Zeta object in it almost hungrily.
"Well...They sent me the wrong thing...and I could wash it..." she murmured, already starting to pant softly, her tone almost as if trying to convince herself.
"Oh hell, they'll never know!" She said with a soft growl, sliding onto the bed and leaning over the edge of it, flipping open the box, and staring down at the purple object. Now that she looked at it, really looked, it did have almost the perfect shape, the bulbous head, the thin neck flaring out into what she was sure would feel like a knot once she had it buried in her body, and she shivered with anticipation.
"Come here little one." She cooed in a deep voice, scooping it out of the box and tossing herself onto the bed, staring at the purple toy. Whatever it was, whatever it should be used for, she knew what she would be using it for now.
Her left paw had already snaked down her body resting on her stomach lightly, and she laid the Zeta toy on the bed besides her, stroking slowly across her own fur, her right paw tweaking her nipple through her clothes, before she hurriedly tossed her short off, wiggling out of her shorts soon afterwards, the scent of fox in heat filling the room slowly as he arousal grew.
Veronica considered waiting, but then shivered a little, her tail sweeping back and forth as her right paw seemed to descend between her legs all on its own, stroking over her engorged clit before slipping lower to caress her flushed lips, rubbing at them gently, forcing a soft gasp from her lips.
She shifted then, furred thighs spreading as she settled herself down, as relaxed as was possible for a vixen in her position, her other paw sliding down as well and stroking at herself in tandem.
Her left paw stroked over one side, her right over the other, slowly rubbing and caressing, drawing forth moans and slight convulsions from her as she traced a clawtip on either side upwards to meet in the center, at her clit, pinching it gently.
With a shudder, she lifted her head, staring between her legs with a soft pant, deciding that she was more than wet enough now, and with a shaking paw grabbed the Zeta, lowering it between her legs and rubbing the bulbous tip against her sex slowly, eliciting a slight whimper from her. She had to have it in her now, and pressed it inwards, the head slipping into her, spreading her wide before her sex closed around the thinner part below the tip, and her convulsing lips met the bottom of her hand.
The vixen whimpered awhy.
Veronica looked down between her legs, panting softly, and with some difficulty, managed to shift her paw lower on the toy, the change in grip allowing her to push more into her, her legs shaking a little and tail twitching as the toy slid deeper, her depths convulsing with every movement within her, no matter how slight.
But eventually, she was deep as she could go right them, her spread entrance stretched around the toy right up to only an inch from devouring the entire thing, just one more inch needed to sink that lovely 'knot' inside her. The vixen held herself in check though. She had tried going too deep, too fast her first time, and it had hurt. A lot.
So with a shaky inhalation, she slowly began to draw the toy free, giving a shudder and convulsion with every bit that slipped out of her, her jaw quivering as she moaned out loud, her liquids starting to slowly seep from around the toy.
She twitched a little, drawing the toy free until just the bulbous head was within her, and felt herself unable, unwilling to remove the rest, instead sinking it back within her body, faster this time, more eagerly, lustfully.
The vixen gulped softly, shuddering at the feeling of being so filled, and wondered if this Zeta thing could have any other purpose. It was almost like it was made to get at all those spots she had only tentatively managed to find with the glowstick.
Her paw started to move faster, sinking the Zeta deep into her body only to draw it free, her body convulsing around it with every thrust she forced into her body, her back starting to arch slowly from the bed while her tail whipped back and forth, her grip tightening on the toy even as she sunk it deeper.
Veronica started to lose herself to the sensations, her eyes closing and tongue hanging from the corner of her mouth, legs fully spread and tail flicking from side-to-side as she buried the toy inside herself again and again, her lustful pants echoing around the room in tandem with her delighted whimpers.
But then she felt it starting to rise in her, that lovely spiraling feeling of orgasm, her paw moving all the faster, clenched over the base, trying to force it deeper in her lust-dazed state, until, finally, it sunk within her all the way, he swollen hot lips closing around the base, leaving a disc of protruding plastic for her to grapple with as the feel of that 'knot' filling her sent her over the edge with a loud vulpine howl.
Her legs shook, her back arching and claws digging into the bed as she humped her her hips reflexively, head thrown back and mouth open to admit her howl into the room, a gush of her hot feminine liquids seeping from around the toy as she slowly collapsed onto her bed, dazed and panting.
"Fuck..." she murmured, staring at the wall, head spinning as her body still shook slightly.
It was a few minutes before she could pull the toy free, her chest heaving with the sensations it sent through her overly-sensitive depths as it pulled free. She would have kissed it, if it hadn't have been where it was but a few seconds ago.
The vixen smiled happily, panting ever so softly and shivering, a soft murr escaping her as she stared at her newest best freind.
"Who needs WoW when you've got a Zeta!"