Family Pool
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Please, if you are under 18, or whatever the legal age is wherever you are, please, don't read this, and if you do, know that you have been warned.
It has been a long time since I wrote, I think i have improved, please, tell me what you think. More to come, very soon.
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It had taken Kani months to figure out what it was, what tiny little thing about her life, that made it so wonderful. She lived in a small, out of the way village, in the woods of western Canada. No more than five thousand people, spread out over a huge area. Dirt roads and a nice, small town feeling. She knew now, what it was, that she loved so much about this place, and that she missed every time she left. The sixteen year old female fox stood now on a stump overlooking a small pond. She was tall, slender, truly beautiful in the eyes of most males. She had soft, smooth curves to her body, breasts just large enough to be noticeable, without being overly large, or a problem for her back. Her hips flared out from her body softly, giving her a very feminine shape.
She stood now, on the stump, looking at the water, and knew what she missed. The trees, the nature, the peacefulness. She loved the city... for a trip now and then, like any other young girl she loved to shop, and she loved to show off her body whenever possible, but she hated being away from this, her beautiful home, for more than a few days.
She jumped down off the stump and giggled playfully, walking down to the waters edge. Her family had at one time farmed a huge area of land, but after her mother and father passed away, she and her brother had sold the bulk of it, and now lived happily off the large amount of money, secure in their finances for now, as he worked with collage. She missed her parents dearly, and this pond always reminded her of them. But that didn't keep her from enjoying it.
It looked, to anyone walking by, like a shallow, likely leech filled puddle, but had in fact been put in by Kani's father for his children's enjoyment. It was deep, and fed from an underground spring. It looked natural, but the pond that had once been there had been changed by man into something far more pleasing.
She dipped a toe into the water, and smiled, warm at last! The summer was just starting, and she had been waiting for the pond to warm up enough to swim in for weeks. She giggles happily, thinking nothing of it as she wiggles out of her tight shorts, exposing a round, heart shaped rump to the air, a pair of white panties all that covered it now. She pulled her t-shirt off over her head, and set them both down in the shade of a tree.
Then she unclipped her bra and took it off, freeing her breasts from their cloth prison, and then slowly slid the panties off and left them with her clothes. She had brought a towel, and left it folded up on the sand on one side of the small pond.
Slowly she waded into the still chilly water, feeling her nipples grow hard and poke out of her fur, pink points on the rust red fur that covered her breasts, she sank into the cool, refreshing water and let herself float, eyes drifting shut in the late afternoon sun. Her whole body relaxing as she enjoys the pond, a little taste of her child hood.
She thinks about many things. What she would cook for dinner when she got home, what she was going to do the upcoming weekend. Her thoughts drifted to something she had seen the other day however, and she was glad nobody else was around to see her blush.
The old farm was still worked by those that bought it, same as it always was. And they didn't mind at all if she now and then took a walk down memory lane and visited the farm she grew up on. But the other day, she saw something she had seen so many times, but that had never really seemed important before. She was walking along a fence she had once 'helped' (As young kids tend to try when their parents are working around the home) her father build when she was about the age of eight. She rounded a bend and saw a well known sight around the farm, a pair of red foxes that made their home under the cow barn. She saw them mating, and she didn't look away. No, she watched, watched as the male filled the female, and felt herself growing heated and flustered as she watched.
Thinking of this now, she felt a warmth growing between her tights. She let her eyes slip open, and looked around. Of course, nobody was there, nobody but her and Brodec, her twenty one year old brother ever came here, and he was at the house, enjoying the first week of his break for the summer.
She slowly moved into the shallows, and sat down, leaning against the bank, and reached down, teasing one fingertip slowly along herself, thinking of that male, the way he slammed in and out of her. She was a virgin, having only ever kissed one male, beautiful but shy, her girlfriends teased her about it constantly, most often while bragging about their last good fuck, she sometimes wondered why she spent her time with girls like that.
Slowly, she teased herself, not doing much yet. A fingertip dragging along her outer lips, teasing her, brought a pleasured moan from her lips. Her other paw slowly moved to up one of her breasts, trailing its fingers lightly threw her fur until it reached its goal, and squeezed softly. She murred deeply as she thought about what it would be like to make love to a male, to feel herself full of seed and meet, fall asleep in his arms.
She let a fingertip slide into her, slowly teasing between her lips. Up and down, up and down, she stroked her petals, many long moments spend thinking about another of her kind mating her, feeling a member inside of her. She started to slowly rub her clit as she day dreamed, thumb rubbing slowly over the sensitive, hooded bulb of pleasure.
Her daydream changed slowly, from the image of constant, hard thrusts, from thoughts of the feral male hammering the feral female, over to thoughts of release, thoughts of the warm, sticky blast of seed that would fill her womb, fill her with a new life. She shuddered as she felt her own climax hit her suddenly, had her eyes been open she would have seen her own juices squirting hard enough to leave the surface of the water slightly, and hear it had she not been howling.