One Hot summer's Day
Written by Chrismukkah, posted with permission
WARNING! STRONG ADULT CONTENT and DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTS, ESPECIALLY A FEMALE FURRY WITH ANIMALS! So, if you can't handle that, TOO BAD!
Vixina Shaconage is from (and mated with) Cloudchaser Shaconage, all copyrights and such go to him, so this story is re-written with his permission. Note that her speech is meant to be Southern, and is NOT intended to stereotype her or any other Southerner in any way, shape or form. Finally, some paragraphs from Cloudchaser's original story were re-formatted into this story with his permission also.
Vixina's Sexuality
Or:
One Hot Summer's Day...
So far, it was turning into another sweltering July. Vixina was still in a very happy mood, since Cloudchaser surprised her on her whelp-day by taking her to an all-expenses paid July 4th celebration in Sevier county, Sevierville, Tennessee; first, with a non-stop spree at the Sidewalk Sale at Tanger Five Oaks, then, a fantastic barbecue cook-off, and finally, making the annual trip to the local fireworks shindig over at Patriot Park in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. She even had a chance to really strut her stuff, going to the Billy Ray Cyrus concert and being in a massive line dance with her Cloud plus a whole bunch of other partygoers.
The southern vixen was certainly plumb tuckered out from yesterdays events however, as her orange fluffy tail was all frazzled and drooped low, like a wilting flower that needed watering, bad. She also panted at a somewhat labored pace, as it was sweltering, and her cross was still moist from all of the late morning's humidity. She could hear Cloudchaser off in the distance, repairing and swearing loudly at an airplane with a little engine that, well, couldn't.
Finally, she walked over to the barn. She couldn't wait to just sit back and relax, maybe have a really cold mint julep, and a long cool bath. She had to check on the livestock anyway, since there was still a little work leftover. Groaning at the prospect, Vixina could only think to herself, "Well, Ah mahght as well get 'er done, but ah guess since mah Cloud already fed the guinea hens, Ah've gotta see how my Coah-sayh is doin', especially aftah thaht fireworks show!" She was referring to Corsair, her new brown & white Pinto horse, a new addition to the Shaconage Farms; He was quite a handful to say the least!
Sure, Corsair was friendly enough- maybe a bit too friendly, since his head always got just low enough so that somehow he was able to lift up her skirt with his teeth and smell her, with freshly baled hay, honeysuckle and all. She even wondered, at one time, if he wasn't having a bit of fun with her- while catching her unaware, he had "accidentally" pulled the knot out from the front of her green plaid shirt with his teeth- and then, in a moment of daring mischeviousness, she walked out from the barn, topless, for all to see!
But that was some while ago, and let's face it, Vixina was not afraid of showing it off now! At the same time, however, that memory did make her blush- if only for just a moment. Her emerald ankle bracelet glittered merrily against her as she walked toward the barn door, and the bathtub was a little further down just underneath a connected waterspout. By the bath, a large shelf with horse liniments, shampoos, sponges, bug repellent and the like, along with a bottle of honeysuckle perfume for herself; though she did use a little horse shampoo to keep her hair more manageable from time to time.
Vixina bent over slightly to turn on the water for her bath, with her white furry breasts barely held in place by the knot of her shirt, and her firm behind looking like a denim-blue applein her button-down cut-off jeans, her tail still drooping somewhat. She poured in only a capful of her perfume, and slowly stirred the cool water with her paws to make it ready for later on. But before she had a chance to turn around- NUDGE!
The startled vixen turned around and saw Corsair's huge nostrils staring at her, and his brown eyes- looking at them, looking into them! His sadness and anxiety clear: gazing, boring into her, desperately needing her assurance, and still a little shaky from the previous night. The Fourth might be a happy occasion for some, but for the horse it was pure aural torture, even with the mufflers over his ears.
"Ohhh, my baby...my poah sweet, sweet Coah-sayh...I'm so, so sorry..." as the vixen tried to gently ease his fears with her soft honeyed voice. Small tears welled up in her eyes, and she removed her glasses onto the shelf to pinch the back of her nuzzle, briefly preventing a deluge. Only an ignorant fool would think that she didn't care for her animals, especially toward the newer ones that still had some adjusting to do. Vixina rapidly untied his harness and bridle from the lower horizontal hitching bar attached to the stable wall, and then removed the mufflers; the horse gratefully shook his head and neck all over, thankful to be rid of that cumbersome but necessary device.
Then, the vixen decided, she had to make Corsair as relaxed as possible. "Now, you just hold still, while ah get some water an' my sponge to clean you up with, okay, baby?" The young pinto had to have the patience of a saint, because the sight and anticipation of having a six-foot-one, 36C sexy fox-girl leisurely swiveling her hips and firm, round butt back and forth to give you a bath...well, naturally, the horse realized, good things must come to those who wait.
Another flashback suddenly materialized while she was grasping the wet sponge: Having grown up on a farm, Vixina learned a long time ago what mating is from watching the farm animals. She fondly remembered when she was younger, like many of the other young girls that she knew of, she had discovered how a good pawing off feels and was soon doing just that several times a day. She even found herself watching the farm animals mate, and wondered what it would feel like if she put herself in place of the female animal.
Eventually, she wanted to try penetration for herself and decided to sample a dog, especially since she liked to fantasize about mating and knotting with them when she pawed off. When she got the chance to where she wouldn't be disturbed or caught, she got a large German Shepard known for trying to mount the female dogs even when they weren't in season, led him to a secluded stall in the barn, stripped, then got on her forepaws and knees with her tail raised.
At first the dog was confused about Vixina offering herself to him like this, but at Vixina's encouragement, soon got the idea, and licked her sopping wet pussy to a climax. She returned the favor by having him roll over, gently licking and sucking his throbbing pink shaft, until she was able to taste his glistening pre-cum. After that, she let him mount her and poke around as dogs do, trying to let him find the right place- "Hey!" Vixina exclaimed at first, "That's the wrong hole!" until she reached back and guided him in the right direction. He immediately thrust in to the hilt, getting a cry of pain from her when he tore through her hymen.
Shortly thereafter, the pain faded into pleasure as he settled into a rapid rhythm, with Vixina heavily panting and making grunting sounds of pleasure as he mated her. After a short while, his climax neared and his thrusts became more erratic as he pressed hard into her, trying to get his penis as far into her as he could. Feeling his knot swelling inside of her sent Vixina into a hard, drawn out climax, her best yet since she first started enjoying herself.
The Shepard slowly turned tail to tail with her and she enjoyed the afterglow, loving the feeling of his hard penis locked tight in her. When his knot softened and he pulled out, she rolled onto her back, still basking in the afterglow of her powerful climax. She pawed herself off then again, heaving her ample chest in an explosive mini-orgasm; with her thighs still fully spread open, the vixen felt the rest of the dog's spunk slowly dripping out of her, and she was tingling all over from the rush of endorphins.
Oh, but remembering that day...that it felt SO GOOD...
Suddenly waking herself up, Vixina had to pause for a moment. "Dammit, Ah cain't believe ah did it again..." She looked down at her tight denim cut-offs and saw the wet spot that was developing rapidly in her crotch. It would soon be time for another pawing off, the sooner the better, and she hoped that her mate would be back as well from his repairs to "help" her as many times as possible.
Forcefully strangling the sponge as if it was her worst enemy, she bit her lip and got back to her chore. And there was Corsair, still waiting, still anxious. But as she got closer, he smelled her once more, and something...something was different about her. This new scent- it was cinnamon, it was nutmeg, it was a spice unlike any other, and it was absolutely intoxicating.
The odor was even stronger when he snuffled his nose nearer to her crotch and the more he scented her, the less chance he could bring himself from pulling away from it. Corsair nuzzled his large forehead against Vixina, only wanting to be closer to her. The auburn-haired vixen gently nodded while humming a light country tune, and then started to gently soap down the axis of his neck; she then slowly coasted to the mane, and then toward his withers. She massaged his shoulders with some difficulty, since he had a bit of stiffness there, but eventually, Corsair relaxed and felt much better.
However, the playful horse just couldn't help himself. She smelled so, so good and had to lick the side of her neck to show his affection as she backed up to wash down his neck and jugular groove. "Ahey!" she yipped with a laugh, "Ah I love you too, you know!" She gave him a firm hug around his neck and across his shoulders, and that was all the encouragement the horse needed. In a flash, Corsair had reached the loosely knotted bow on the front of her shirt and with a quick pull of his teeth, yoink! Vixina's top burst open, revealing her luscious breasts and rock-hard bright pink nipples.
Vixina, however, did not act so surprised this time as the horse would have hoped. Instead, he saw the vixen slowly give a wicked, toothy grin and leisurely licking her lips as if she was going to eat him. Nervously, he stepped back a bit, but the vixen would have none of that. "I think we both know what we want, now don't we, Coah-sayh...?" she said coyly.
She was ready for him, and had to have him right then and there.
As she got closer to him, she kneeled down to the ground of hay and grass, gently washing his belly and brisket underneath, and using the sponge to get to his lower areas. The horse looked at her again, and with their immediate connection, was feeling tingly all over.
Then Corsair felt her rough tongue glaze along his flank, tasting his pouch, and rolling over and under his considerable testicles. She tossed the sponge off in a corner, and while one paw was now starting to gently massage the pouch, her other paw opened her shorts in a quick motion, and her musk, that spicy, earthy scent that had drifted by his nose before had now spiked into a full blast. Vixina stopped again briefly to toss her shorts and shirt over the stall, and with a casual ease was now beautifully and gloriously naked for him, and in that moment, only him. He whinnied softly, really enjoying it; and Vixina's tail, which had been drooping for some time, was now raised at full salute like the American flag she was born under.
"Now, let's just see why you ah such ah 'stud'..." Vixina said teasingly, though she fully knew well from seeing him in action with more than a few choice mares in the past week. Once again, she quickly knelt down to Corsair's pouch, hungry for his sex and overcome with horniness. She quickly went to work, licking there, fondling herself and at the same time, coaxing out her reward. All at once, the horse's cock sprung out of the pouch, and it was quite a sight to behold: a HUGE light pink penis, slightly mottled with a brown liver-spot at the enormous bell end. "Oh mah...Ah guess that's why, huh, baby?" the lusty vixen replied, as if to answer her previous question. He was only slightly bigger than Cloudchaser, and only just- and what she wouldn't give, she wondered, if she could somehow have them both at the same time! Somehow, she was sure she could find a way to make that fantasy work, but it would have to involve some serious recuperation (and a few ice-packs) afterwards.
She rose just slightly under his stomach and with an increased level of her passion, lifted her breasts and folded them between his cock, to give Corsair one of her more exclusive rubs. Her soft fur caressed his shaft and then, slowly moving back and forth in rhythm, she increased the pace, her tongue, gliding back and forth on his stiff penis and loving every, every inch of it.
Her paws then slowly reached down past her belly chain to her dripping wet pussy, rapidly stroking her clitoris. She groaned in orgasm, since it only took a slight rub to get her off, but kept rubbing anyway to continue her pleasure.
Her paws then slowly reached down past her belly chain to her dripping wet pussy, rapidly stroking her clitoris. She groaned in orgasm, since it only took a slight rub to get her off, but kept rubbing anyway to continue her pleasure. Vixina pulled out her glistening and sticky paw out from her stimulated slit, and slowly licked the nooks of her paw's webbing; she really loved tasting her juices that were now gradually and steadily flowing out of her juicy pussy.
However, her velvet tongue and fur proved to be too much for the excited horse to handle all at once, and he gave off a quick jolt, letting loose a short white blast of his hot, sticky horse-cum onto her. "MMMN-NYAHH!!" the vixen exclaimed, "I hope that ain't all you hayve for lil' ol' me so far; mah Cloud holds it in a little longer than you can, you know!" as if to challenge him. Vixina was certainly in the mood for a good, long horse-fuck however, as she smeared with what she had all over her face, neck and breasts, and tasted the remaining globs on the tips of her paws.
"Now, Ah want you to give it your all, you heah, Coah-sayh?" With that, she got on all fours, and turned around to lead the massive horses' cock inside of her. Since she had just challenged the horse, there was no way he was going to let that go unanswered. Giving a slight grunting noise, he thrust his hips as Vixina guided his horse-hood into her and moaned even louder, taking a good 14 inches of his length before he bottomed out. All the vixen could do was to hold on, tearing the ground with her claws and whimpering distinctly; her mind completely lost within her bliss, and the horse, loving her with all of his might.
She lightly pinched her clitoris and rubbed the vast muscle steadily hammering her pussy, as he kept his rhythm inside of her. Panting and moaning with every thrust, she sounded just like this: http://www.cloudchasershaconage.furtopia.org/vixinayiffing.mp3
Ohh, by the maker! The energy, the intense feeling, and the driving force was building and building inside of her, and she wondered if they weren't both going to explode in a burst of flames. She cried out in a loud whoop, briefly slowing the horse down, and took advantage of the horse's pause in his stride to get into an upright angled position; Struggling to get up from the ground with the horse-cock still inside of her, she rose up from the ground with a monumental effort. The lusty vixen first arched her back forward, and then upward and upward even further, and then spread her legs and thighs as far as possible just to keep her balance and to give herself even more pleasure. Finally, she was able to reach that nearby lower horizontal bar attached to the stable wall, originally meant for the horse's bridle.
Once again, she held on to that bar with an iron grip, but she also swished her tail back and forth underneath Corsair's belly and pouch to offer him the maximum amount of pleasure as the horse was certainly giving her. He resumed the pace from where he left off, but Vixina suddenly screamed with ecstasy: "AWWW HYEAAAAAH!!! JUST GIDDY-UP MY BABY!!! GIVE ME ALL YOU GOT!!! Ooohh HYEAH!!!" With her encouragement, Corsair let out a loud whinny himself, as his hips thrusted into her, going faster and faster and not knowing when (or if) he should stop.
Vixina's breasts and her gold cross were heaving wildly with every thrust, her hair weaving back and forth as she screamed with glee, as each orgasm given from the horse's cock slammed into her again and again and again. Her mouth was flooding drool as her tongue hung down, rapidly flickering in and out with her lustful panting as her eyes rolled upward, glazed in rapture. Only her pelvis, along with the rest of her lower body, was shaking on the brink of collapse from the heavy pounding from the horse - but for Vixina, that didn't matter, nor her worries, cares or anything else.
She loved Corsair, and this was the ultimate way for her to show it.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, Vixina felt the horse's cock inside of her beginning to pulsate. All she could do was just keep holding on, and with another orgasm detonating inside of her, shouted to her animal lover: "NYAHH!!! COME INSIDE ME, COAH-SAYH!!! PLEEEEEEASE!!! JUST SHOOT IT IN ME NOWWW!!!" as her pussy dripped even more of her juices down to the ground, making little splashes into the dirt and hay.
The horse, grateful to oblige, let loose a torrent from his aching testicles and into her womb; his juices filled and then overflowed inside of her, as the rest of his white jism spurted out of her pussy like a gushing waterfall.
The vixen felt every last drop of the horses' sperm, and slightly trembled from the afterglow as she gently pawed the rest of the horse's juices from her pussy to taste it all over again; mixed with her own juices, however, gave her more of an erotic high.
When she detached herself very slowly and very carefully from the horse, she was all at once exhilarated and exhausted from yiffing his huge cock, and as it gave a quick "slurp", the vixen collapsed to the moist ground, and satisfied her horniness for a little while, at least. Vixina then slowly crawled on the ground, and making a trail to get to the bathtub, gingerly slipped inside the cool water. Finally relaxed, Corsair slowly retracted his cock back into his pouch and took a quick nap standing up- she wondered if he was going to dream about their sex, or just mating with another mare.
As she relaxed in the bath, she cooled off from the heat and felt herself floating and feeling very, VERY good from all of that, and gently closed her eyes to fully take in the entire day. Before she could drift off into sleep, however, she felt a large pair of rougher-textured paws dip into the water and caress over her own shoulders and back, giving them a gentle massage. Vixina cooed from the steady yet tender kneading, blinked, and looked upward from the tub; she saw her slightly grizzled yet still handsome red fox-morph- her Cloudchaser, all sweaty, grungy and greasy and sporting a tremendous bulge in his jeans. He smelled distinctly of his own musk and motor oil, but not in an entirely unpleasant way, and had removed his shirt with which he had tucked inside one of the pockets.
"So, I see you had a little fun without me, huh babe?" Cloudchaser said with a wry grin. Startled, Vixina became wide-eyed with concern- did her Cloud finish with his repairs early, only to watch her loving the horse? How much had he seen? The beginning? The end? Did this mean the end of their love, as well?
TO BE CONTINUED