A Weekend in the Country
#1 of Ten Little Foxes
A Weekend in the Country - by Salvar Fawkes
Named after the Stephen Sondheim song from the musical "A Little Night Music." No other significant correlations.
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A Weekend in the Country
Siala paced slowly back and forth in front of the line of foxes, studying each one carefully. They stared straight ahead, making sure to keep their bodies loose to show off their carefully groomed fur and solid, well-proportioned muscle. All were red foxes, and each one of the ten had vibrant rust/white coats. They all stood prepared for a decision, some showing signs of eagerness.
Her supple leopard form seemed to flow into each step, looking no less graceful for the purposefulness of each stride. She was dressed in traditional English riding clothes, the forest green setting off her tawny coat perfectly, and held a riding whip in one hand, slapping it against her palm. At times she would point with it to a certain fox, and he or she would bow their head and step back disappointedly. Soon there was only one left.
Siala stepped up to the male fox, her 6' form matching his height almost exactly. "Your name and age?"
The fox stood straight, replying steadily: "My name is Franklin Terse, and I am 28 years old."
"What name do you go by, Frank?"
"They call me Curt."
She thought about this for a few moments, then chuckled out loud, apparently pleased. "Alright, Curt. Let's get right to the point. I believe you already know something about the position, correct?"
"I know what to expect," he said, with a confident smile.
"I expect no less than complete and willing servitude for as long as you're with me. You will be, essentially, a pet, in addition to which you will help to keep up the house and prepare meals. It's unusual work, but I pay to match, and there are some..." she stroked his firm chest, "...perks. Are you prepared for the position?"
He kneeled, grasping her hand lightly and pressing it to his lips. "I will serve you to the best of my ability."
She stared at him for a few moments more with a puzzled look, then nodded, satisfied. "You're hired. Come with me." Pulling him to his feet, she set off up a primrose-lined path, which led to a large Victorian mansion on the top of a grassy hill. He kept up with her steps, keeping just a few feet behind her, only looking back once at the rest of the applicants as they slowly plodded off.
* * * * *
The hill on which the mansion stood was covered in short, well-kept grass. The cul-de-sac driveway stretched out about 200 yards before connecting with a road, which wound away to disappear among the small hills. There was a small gathering area near the road, where the "interviews" were held. The house was built in traditional English style, with four gables coming out at the compass points. A forest lay behind the house, at the bottom of the hill. It was not very densely wooded, but it stretched off beyond sight. A fence threaded between the trees a ways off from the property, marking the edge of this section of the forest.
A car could be seen coming up the drive. Several others were already there, parked in an out-of-the-way spot behind the house. As the car approached the front entrance a well-groomed red fox in servant's dress came out to meet it. A relatively small male lion got out, handing his keys to the fox, who got in to park it. Looking around, the lion stepped inside the house with a smile.
The lion walked into the foyer amidst a shower of greeting. Returning each exchange politely, he made his way over to Siala in the center of the room. She turned when she saw him, and greeted him warmly.
"Welcome, Hugh. What took you so long?"
"Car trouble," he replied. He spoke in a kindly tone, despite the gruffness of his voice. "I was stopped for almost an hour in some small town (more of a village, actually) that I couldn't find on any map. The mechanic took his time coming, as well." He slowed down, his voice fading off as he looked at his watch. Stopping, he shook his head, and resumed his smile. "Anyway, I'm here. So, who's the new recruit this time?"
Siala laughed gently, putting her paw on the lion's shoulder. "You know the routine. Not until dinner." Turning away, she stopped for a moment, and turned her head back close to his. "I can tell you this, though. He looks pretty eager."
He gave a sly chuckle and called out genially, before she was too far away: "Aren't they all?"
* * * * *
The dinner was cheerful, with pleasant conversation drifting up and down the table. There were ten furs there of many different species, ranging from a meek-looking 4'3" mouse to a powerful black stallion whose shoulders alone reached 6 feet. They were all obviously well acquainted. The table was set lavishly with rich foods--fruit, meat, and wine. Nine red foxes, both male and female, could be seen moving about the guests, collecting used plates and pouring drinks. One of them, a male, was attending Hugh a bit more than necessary, and received an intimate grope and a grin each time he started to walk off.
The servants' dress was formal, but more than a little revealing. Nothing was actually shown, but the tightness and expert cut of the individually-sized suits and short skirts emphasized each curve and outline.
When everyone had settled into the meal and was thoroughly enjoying his or herself, Siala rose at the head of the table. All the guests fell silent, as if on cue. She cleared her throat and prepared to speak, at the same time beckoning to someone outside of the room. "Dear friends," she began, as Curt walked in completely nude, his head lowered. "I'm glad to see you could all make it. Let me introduce my new servant, Curt!"
He stood next to Siala at the head of the table, facing the guests. A round of applause greeted his presence, along with a few suggestive whistles and a cry of: "You've picked well again, I see! He has a fine figure!" Curt put his paw up to hide his blush and embarrassed smile.
Siala raised a hand for silence, and spoke again. "I'm sure you all know what to expect, but for the sake of the new servant, I will explain it one more time. As all of you know, it's getting harder to find good help these days." A general murmur of assent went around the table. "That is why I hold these gatherings. Each new servant I take on must be tested, to see if they are prepared to enter my service. I have called together a group of my closest friends to help with this task. You shall stay here for a party this weekend, and we will commence the celebrations when Curt here passes the test tomorrow morning." She turned to Curt, who by now was looking a little anxious. "At the crack of dawn, in keeping with English tradition, we will begin the fox hunt."
More applause erupted, and the servants, who had disappeared out of sight earlier, entered bearing desserts. Siala took Curt's hand and led him off into the kitchen. He was stooped down somewhat, and looked markedly scared. He looked up at her. "Mistress..." She held a finger up to his muzzle, silencing him. "It's alright, just let me explain. All the servants will wake early tomorrow, and take a light breakfast. You will all set off towards the forest at dawn, when we are just finished breakfasting ourselves. After a ten minute head start, we will chase after you."
He was still very nervous. "What happens if we get caught?"
She was quick to alleviate his fears, calming him down. "Don't worry, there's no danger. The other servants will tell you what to expect." She looked back into the dining room, noting that her absence was causing a stir. "I think you should rest, now, and have dinner. Remember, no fooling around tonight. I want you rested and ready in the morning." With that she took her leave, and returned to the dining room. Curt slowly headed off to the servants' quarters, looking around at the new surroundings.
Siala resumed her place at the head of the table amid congratulatory comments. She sat in front of the food for a few moments, but her appetite seemed to have disappeared. She politely excused herself, making up a plate to eat in her room, and left the table, with Hugh watching.
* * * * *
Siala sat on the bed, the plate of food forgotten, trying to soothe her frazzled nerves. She contemplated again about sending someone down for a glass of wine, but she stilled herself with thoughts of sleep. Wine always kept her awake, for some reason, and she knew she had to be in prime condition for the 'hunt' tomorrow.
She undressed and lay back under the covers, her eyes closed. She was just drifting off when she heard the door opening. She didn't open her eyes--"Probably come to tuck me in," she thought, and smiled at her servants' thoughtfulness that they would still come, even knowing that they wouldn't get any tonight. The paws smoothing down the covers felt different this time, somehow...
Her eyes opened to see Hugh there, wearing nothing but his trademark winning smile. "What are you here for, Hugh?" She said, closing her eyes again. Even in this situation, she wasn't nervous. She knew from experience that he wouldn't think of touching a female.
"You looked anxious, so I thought I'd come up." He sat down beside her on the bed, and she opened her eyes to look at him. "Just the normal tension?"
She smiled condescendingly. "Kind of. I..." She broke off, for fear of treading too far, then with a will she continued. "The foxes are always so soft and loving, and I'm really looking forward to something a bit more... carnal." She looked in his face for any sign of embarrassment, but saw only a growing look of... could it be excitement? "I think you know what I'm talking about..." Her voice trailed off as he leaned in closer to her face.
He bent lower, taking her head tenderly in his hands. "I do know what you're feeling, and I think I can help." He purred, as he ran a finger down her side.
"Hugh?" She was starting to feel vulnerable now, and not quite sure of what to expect.
Hugh seemed to stare past her as he spoke, twining her hair between two fingertips. "I've been feeling lately like I need to... I'm feeling the urge to... to 'be with'... a female." He finished, shaking slightly from the effort of forcing out those few words. Siala's heart skipped a beat. She felt half-awake, as if in a dream, not quite believing that such a long-desired event could happen so suddenly. "I don't know if you... you're the only... I'm... I'm feeling very attracted to you." His lion heart was pounding furiously, and he almost gasped for each breath. She knew there was no way out of this--any rejection would crush him--but in truth, there was nothing she wanted more.
Her thoughts were no more than a blur, but she knew they both wanted the same thing. Putting a paw on his shoulder--gently, so as not to startle him--, she used the other paw to quickly push away the covers. He gasped in shock as she held him firmly, staring deep into his eyes. "I've waited years..." All his muscles went limp, and he held his eyes closed as he allowed himself to be pulled into a kiss. He stiffened a little at first, but then relented, opening his mouth to give her tongue entrance.
She pulled him closer, making him feel every part of her body on his, while she probed deep inside his mouth with her tongue. Sitting up, she pushed him down onto his back, holding him in her arms. His already-hard cock came into contact with her hot clit, making him whimper and clutch the mattress behind him. She pulled out of the kiss, looking down at his trembling form.
"I've never seen you this vulnerable before, Hugh," she noted with a sort of motherly care. "Of course, I've never seen you in bed before, either. Do you always get this submissive?"
He was almost unable to answer, torn between his eagerness and the unpleasantness of the situation. "No... never." The sheets were damp with his sweat, and he tilted his head to the side, seeking refuge in the clean, male scent. She let him sniff fervently for a while, and then leaned forward, grabbing his head with her paws and forcing him to make eye contact. In his eyes she saw trepidation, almost fear, but a definite willingness to continue.
Her eyes lit up. "I've got an idea. You want to make this a little more fun?" She teased him along playfully, inspired by his sudden change of character. He nodded as well as he could in his position. Pushing down his eyelids with two fingers, she reached her other paw over to the phone, pressing the green button, then a 9, while putting the receiver to her ear.
Hugh's curiosity awakened at the sound of her rather cryptic conversation, but he kept his eyes shut. "Lise," she said, "I need you to bring up... yes... yes, number four... Don't bother, just bring it in." She saw his ears twitching to know what she had ordered, and sat up to get more freedom of movement. While she was waiting, she petted him, smoothing down his rumpled fur and calming him as well as she could.
They both heard low pawsteps outside the door, moments before a female fox entered. She was holding a variety of straps and a ball gag, which she quickly deposited on the bed next to her mistress. Siala patted her on the head a few times, and then she exited.
Siala lifted her paw, allowing Hugh to open his eyes. Upon seeing the gag she was dangling from her fingers, his eyes grew wide. "I think you'll like this," she said, reaching down to secure it around his muzzle. He didn't fight, loving the feel of each successive strap as she secured him tightly to the bed. In just a few minutes he was completely helpless and muted.
She sat up to survey her work. Hugh was secured so well that he couldn't move at all--even his tail was tied to the foot of the bed. She looked into his open eyes, and he moaned in excitement, the faint creases of a delighted smile showing around the gag.
"I think you're ready now, don't you think?" Hugh blinked once, unable to respond any other way. "I'll take that as a 'yes,'" she purred, lying once again on his chest, with her nose just touching his. He closed his eyes and tried to relax, his expression now looking passive and submissive. She let a little tenderness show in her face, and in the way she kissed him so peacefully. "Just relax... I won't do anything to hurt you. If it gets to be too hard for you, I'll stop." She knew these soothing words would assuage his fears somewhat, but also that now his ego wouldn't let him stop for anything. "Although," she thought, "given how fast his dominance broke down, who knows how long his ego will hold out?"
His chest rumbled with powerful purring, making her purr as well. She reached down to stroke his erect lionhood, mentally wincing at the sight of the barbs protruding from it. He didn't tremble this time, just purred louder, obviously getting into the mood. She rubbed it for a while, thinly coating it with the precum that had already started to bead on the tip. Very soon she was fully aroused, and unable to postpone action any longer.
Her paw got a firmer grip on his penis, guiding it between her legs as she slid lower. Hugh braced himself for the moment of entry, while trying to remember that he had started this, that this was what he wanted. Siala paused only for a second to kiss Hugh's neck once, before easing slowly onto him.
Both of their tails bottlenecked, their fur standing on end with the released pressure of so many years' longing. Despite his attempts at relaxation, Hugh tried to gasp, but was only able to give a guttural moan. His muscles visibly strained, but no movement was possible. Siala's pleasure was more psychological than physical--many of her nights had been spent in frustrated dreams of this unachievable pleasure.
Siala tightened her grip on Hugh, supporting herself while still pushing downward. He struggled to breathe heavily through his nose, a little air wheezing through the corners of his mouth as well, and she continued to slide down. At last she hilted him, and stopped, panting. When she had caught her breath, she looked around.
She gazed thoughtfully at the large room and thick walls, then at Hugh. After a while she came to a decision, and struggled frantically with the clasps on the ball gag. As soon as she got it off she flung it across the room and pushed her mouth into his, kissing him passionately. Hugh was somewhere between coming to orgasm already and screaming with terror.
Siala held the back of his head, pulling herself closer to him, and continued struggling to push herself inside his mouth. Her toes were curling madly, and all her muscles twitched with tension. She broke off the kiss after almost a full minute, gasping for breath, and it was several more before she could speak again. "I love you!" She cried out with certainty, her years of longing were finally culminating in this one moment.
Hugh tried to reply, but was struck dumb when she began frantically thrusting herself up and down on him, clutching his dick as hard as she could with her soft inner walls. The last of his inhibitions broke down, and he roared out loud, "Yes! Oh gods, yes!" He strained with all his effort, trying to match her thrusts, but the straps held. Some of them stretched slightly, but none broke or came loose.
She cried out in pain, now, feeling the barbs on his leonine penis scraping along the inside of her tender flesh. The pain merged with the pleasure, giving her a greater sensation than before. Her lust for the pain and pleasure both grew, so she moved her thrusts down farther, pushing it deeper inside of her each time. Then she felt it come into contact with her cervix, spreading it open slightly, and she knew she was going to cum soon.
Hugh could see her pass the point of no return at the same time he did, and his fear grew again thinking about what she might do in the frenzy of her lust. The tension had stopped building, and now seemed to be picking up speed, accelerating each time his cock was pushed deeper inside her womb. At last it broke, and he almost lost consciousness as she shoved herself onto him for the last time, impaling herself as deep as physically possible.
They both shuddered powerfully, Siala clasping her arms round his secured form for support. Despite his bonds, he was visibly shaking as more blood flowed to his already engorged member, and his muscles steadily pumped his seed directly into his lover's womb. Siala clung to him, moaning, her claws beginning to pierce into his shoulder. Each spurt of his cum drove her onto a higher plateau of pleasure. So much had accumulated from his powerful orgasm that it was now overflowing out of her body, a thick wave coating and heating his balls, which only caused him to shoot more.
Siala began to slow down her movements, running out of energy. Hugh's pleasure had also begun to ebb; a few weak spurts were all that was left. Their movements became softer as they slowed down, and more tender. While he still had the strength to say anything, Hugh caught Siala's attention by replying "I love you, too..."
They both ran out of energy at about the same time, and lay in each other's arms. Siala freed Hugh from his bonds, her muscles still weakly pulling his semen deep inside her. Her first concern, when she mustered up the strength, was for Hugh's welfare. "Are you alright?" she whispered, looking up at him.
He was asleep, his face aglow in pleasure and contentment. She was stilled by the image, realizing that she had finally taken to her bed the one fur she wanted most, but never thought she had a chance at. Most importantly, she had lived a dream that she had been worshiping for years, and none of her expectations were unfulfilled.
* * * * *
The foxes woke quietly, when it was still dark, and began preparing breakfast. There was a muted excitement in the air, like an early start to an overdue vacation.
Their sleeping quarters were not lavish, but neither could they accurately be called sparse; they lived in perfect comfort. There were ten rooms in all, but they usually paired up at night to sleep. The same pairs stayed together most every night, unless one was busy, but they would regularly interchange depending on mood.
The previous night the foxes had chosen a mentor for Curt to 'show him the ropes,' and explain what he could expect. This same fur--Della, a beautiful vixen--came to wake him up an hour before dawn with his breakfast.
She returned to the room with a laden tray, opening the door without bothering to knock. She walked over to the bedside table and sets down the meal, then turned to look at him sleeping. "Mistress Siala has chosen a beautiful one this time, as well..." she thinks as she brushes the hair from his eyes. This slight touch awaked him, and he slowly opens his eyes, turning his head to face her.
"Della," he breathes, "you brought me breakfast?" The volume of his voice grows with his gradual return to consciousness. "Thank you." She continues gazing for a few moments more, before regaining her businesslike 'teacher voice'.
"I thought you wouldn't wake up this early on your own, so I came to get you ready," she chided him gently. "You won't always have to wake up before dawn like this, but it always helps to have some extra time. You should get in the habit." She moved the tray over him on the bed, and he sat up to take it onto his lap. "Now," she began, "I need to prepare you for the hunt."
He began looking over the tray to see what was there, replying without looking up. "Good. It's about time someone explained." He began to eat, glancing up after a few moments without her replying. "Well? Go ahead."
Content that he was finished speaking, Della began her speech. "The fact that you're here at all tells me you already know something of Mistress Siala's, well... 'eccentric' nature." He nodded with a laughing smile, and she continued. "Yes? Good. Whenever she takes on a new servant, she likes to 'test out' him or her. To do so, she organized this foxhunt. With each servant she needs to replace, she holds a party, with only nine of her close friends invited. This much you already know, so I won't go into detail now."
She paused to catch her breath, and he cut in. "I already know it all. Just tell me what happens when they catch us!" Startled slightly, she coughed and continued.
"You certainly are one for cutting to the quick, aren't you?" He leveled her a stern stare, perfected by many years of stale jokes. "Sorry," she apologized, and continued nervously. "Anyway, when they catch us, it's up to them what we do. Once we are caught, they can do whatever they want with us, and we're not allowed to resist. I'll let you figure the rest for yourself." His face fell. "It's not as bad as it sounds, really. This is just to test how well you can overcome your... qualms... about different situations. They won't hurt you. Mistress chooses her friends well."
Finally satisfied, he went back to eating his breakfast. "Thanks again, Della. Is there anything else you wanted to tell me?" He said, more slowly this time, and set his paw on her thigh. She gave him a flirtatious smile, but moved his paw away.
"You're nice, but the Mistress always wants us to be in top shape for the hunt. That means no play time the night before--or morning."
He gave a resigned sigh. "Oh, well. Maybe later," he said lightly. "I don't know if I was really serious, anyway."
Not to be put off so easily, she encouraged him again. "Sure. Later." They both locked eyes, their concentration diverted, for several minutes, then she shook her head to clear it. "Anyway, I've still got to teach you some techniques on evading--and encouraging--pursuit." He finished his meal, and she began to instruct him.
* * * * *
Later that morning, the guests all rose from their sleep, yawning, and started dressing for the hunt. Siala woke up on top of Hugh, and upon remembering the night before, snuggled deep into his chestfur, purring. His maleness had shrunk and retreated back into its sheath during the night, so they were no longer connected when she woke him up. They washed up and put on their clothes with no words necessary between them, just loving strokes and soft purring. Before Siala exited the bedroom, Hugh gently grabbed her arm, and she turned to look at him with a questioning expression.
"Don't... please don't tell anyone yet, okay?" His voice was little more than a whisper. "I'm still not quite ready..." Her face softened, and she leaned down, kissing him on his bowed head.
"I understand. I won't breathe a word." They both smiled, and their eyes met again. Hugh lifted his head, and they shared one last kiss before parting. Siala led him to a side door opening into his room, leaving him there. They each left through the hallway doors, and turned to look at each other again. All that had passed between them would have been obvious to any observer seeing their shared smile, but it held for only a moment before they walked down to the dining room.
The servants had prepared the breakfast table, and could now be seen preparing themselves--none of them dressed. The table was laid out with ten individual portions of bacon, eggs, orange juice, and milk, and a small cluster of grapes on the side. Small, polite placards bearing the names of all the guests had been placed next to each plate, with Siala's place once again at the head of the table.
They ate quietly, each guest contemplating the coming encounter--whom they would chase after, primarily. The assignments were for the most part already decided. Over the years, they had each begun concentrating exclusively on a 'favorite.' It was usually up to chance, though, which one they happened to find. There was only one fox who let himself be caught, in addition to doting on Hugh almost constantly.
As the sun began to rise, all the guests turned their heads towards the bay window that opened onto the forest, one dropping his fork in the process. The clatter echoed, the first sound anyone had entirely heard this morning, and before it faded, they could all see the foxes dashing off towards the woods. The newcomer--Curt, in this case--was easily picked out by the awkwardness with which he tried to hide his nudity with his tail while running. One turned his head back to wink at Hugh, who winked back with a grin. Siala clicked a stopwatch, and the guests hurriedly finished eating.
They had all finished and lined up outside in less than three minutes, just in time to see Curt slip between the trees out of sight. Siala sat calmly, staring at her watch. When six more minutes had passed, she stood up in front of everyone.
"This is the moment we've all been waiting for!" she announced. She looked at her watch again, and soon began counting off the time. "6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1..." A gleeful smile lit up the faces of all present, as they prepared to run. "Go!" The moment she shouted they were all off, racing towards the forest with one intent in mind--to catch a fox.
* * * * *
Curt ran through the forest, dodging low limbs as he weaved through the trees. When she yelled "Go!", he was still close enough to hear her, and he panicked. He ran even faster, paying no mind to where he was going, just away from the house. He was only able to sprint for a minute or two, though, before he was out of breath. Stopping his pace suddenly, a wave of nausea passed over him, signaling that he had over-exerted himself. Collapsing on his back in a clearing, he fought for breath, knowing that someone could catch him here at any moment.
When he had caught his breath a little, he crawled weakly behind a bush, hoping that no one would see him. Here he panted as quietly as he could, cringing down once when he heard someone race by. Ten minutes passed, and he got up carefully, convinced that he could run again. The moment his head rose above the foliage, a hoofed hand covered his mouth, and he was yanked onto his back at the feet of a physically imposing black male stallion.
He began breathing more rapidly than before, and closed his eyes when the huge beast bent down to him. The horse grabbed his shoulders and pulled him effortlessly upright, then kneeled to face him, saying nothing. Curt opened his eyes, and upon seeing the stallion staring at him so, bowed his head.
"May I ask your name, mighty sir?" He asked deferentially.
The stallion stood up full, putting one hand on Curt's shoulder. "My name is Donovan."
"What do you wish of me?" Curt closed his eyes, waiting to hear the response. Donovan just smiled, lifting the fox's muzzle with a finger.
"I want to use your body as a tool, solely for my own pleasure."
Curt shuddered, and replied shakily: "I can't stop you, can I?"
"Do you want to?"
The question came as a surprise to him, and he opened his eyes. He took some time to think about it, all the while frozen in place by the stallion's piercing gaze. "No," he answered, stunned by his own reply.
Donovan smiled satisfactorily and turned Curt around, pushing him to his knees. He licked his lips when he saw Curt's tight ass, and moved his tail out of the way for a better view. Drooling slightly, he bent down until the fox's tight sphincter was right in front of his face. "Ahh... You're cute, foxy." That was all he said before starting in on his treat. Grabbing Curt's hips, he pulled him backwards and started licking his ass luxuriously, using as much of his tongue as he could.
Curt gave a small, startled yip, unprepared for this kind of affection, but it wasn't long before he began to find it a bit kinky, and started really enjoying himself. Donovan began to push his tongue into Curt's rear entrance, but Curt unconsciously resisted. He made another attempt, but once again was only able to stretch him open a few centimeters. Looking up, he reached over and cuffed Curt on the back of the head, making him yip again. "Rule number one, foxy--never resist."
Curt whimpered quietly and lowered his head. Taking a few deep breaths, he forced his muscles to relax, just before he felt 3 inches of tongue enter him and start licking his inner walls. He moaned out his pleasure, relishing the sensation of the hot, supple muscle squirming inside of him. He pawed the ground in front of him in a frenzy, his claws raking deep furrows into the soft soil. Donovan pushed his tongue in as far as it could go, until his mouth was tightly clamped around the fox's small butt. Curt's penis shot out of its sheath, rising rapidly in small twitches.
The forest around them was silent of all but the passionate grunts of their lovemaking. Reaching around with one hand, Donovan grabbed Curt's member and began squeezing it, sometimes biting down on his rump just to feel it surge. Curt looked back at Donovan and gave a blissful sigh, thinking of a way to please him. He grinned and carefully stretched one leg back, letting it rest propping up Donovan's balls. Feeling Donovan clutch his ass more tightly, he began to knead him with his flexible toes. The large horse cock began to swell at an amazing rate, several drops of precum dripping down to soak into the fur of Curt's legs. It lowered, more of it coming out of his body as Curt continued his ministrations.
He looked behind him again when he felt a large, wet heaviness settle on the back of his leg. Even more of Donovan's penis was drooping down. Curt lifted it with his foot before it hit the ground, and kept up his massage, now halfway along its length. He felt how heavy it was, and how thick, and began to visualize taking it into him. He could almost see it stiffen to rock-like density, the 12 inches slowly pushing past his defenses, stretching him wide, two inches, maybe three...
"Yiff!" he shouted in pleasure and pain, caught up in the daydream. He hadn't considered how difficult it might be. Turning his head, he addressed Donovan. "Master..." Donovan looked up, pulling his tongue slowly out of Curt's tailhole. "Master, will your... will you fit inside me?"
"It should, as long as..." He stopped to think, looking puzzled. "Curt... are you a virgin?"
Curt smiled shyly, lowering his head. "I am." Donovan was slightly surprised, and started musing about this new information.
After a while he turned his head slightly to the side, then thought better of it. Immediately he turned his head again, and called out. "Siala! I think you ought to decide this one," he said, and she appeared from behind a clump of trees.
Completely nude, she stepped over to kneel in front of Curt. "Good call, Donovan. Curt," she said, putting both her paws on the back of his neck, "you didn't tell me you were a virgin."
His eyes betrayed little shame as he turned his head up to face her. "You didn't ask."
Smiling briefly, her reply was quick. "Fair enough. Now, though, I need to ask you something. Since this is your first time, I feel you should have a choice. What do you want to do?"
Curt frowned, licking his lips nervously. "I... don't know. I didn't expect to have a choice today... I feel like I want you both, but..." He looked up in sharp realization. "Both?"
Siala smiled kindly, expecting this response, and leaned down to put her muzzle up to Curt's ear. "Who first, though? Who do you want to remember losing your virginity to?"
He cheered up at once, giving a small laugh that the decision should be so easy. "How long will I be staying with you, Mistress?"
"As long as you want," she replied.
"Then..." He paused, glancing over at Donovan, as if afraid to hurt his feelings. "I want you, Mistress. Please!" He shouted suddenly, his passion leaping up when he realized the magnitude of this impending milestone. He reached out, pulling her body to him, and nuzzling his face into the soft fur of her belly. "Show me what it feels like..."
Siala cradled his upper body with her paws, petting down his fur lovingly. She lay back into the soft loam, guiding his body to lie on top of hers. Curt raised his head and licked the bottom of her muzzle submissively. She lifted his chin with one finger, staring directly into his eyes. "Are you ready, Curt?"
He stopped moving, transfixed by her gaze. "Yes, Mistress. I am ready," he said, barely audible.
"Then take me."
He lowered his head again and held onto her shoulders, closing his eyes in concentration. With a faint "Thank you, Mistress," he pulled himself forward. She put one paw down to her clit, rubbing it slightly, before spreading herself open wide. Her natural lubricants had already started to flow when he entered her.
They both gasped audibly when his penis pushed into her, her inner walls letting him through with little pressure, then seizing down reflexively, causing him to moan. She forced herself to loosen her hold, pulling his trembling body closer. He whined like a kit, hopefully licking at the bottom of her muzzle. Donovan leaned back on his hands, watching with amused jealousy as Curt was 'initiated.'
His claws dug into the ground again as he hilted her, the glistening pink folds of her labia gently enclosing his furred scrotum. He lay there on top of the panting leopard, quivering with anxiety, for several minutes, until she raised his head.
"I'm going to step up the pace a little, okay?" She asked him, her eyes half-lidded with tranquility. He opened his eyes a shade to look at her, then silently nodded assent.
In one quick motion she put her paws on his sides and pushed him over, holding on tightly to roll over with him. He suddenly found himself underneath her, the sudden weight on his chest making him squeak. Leaning closer, she nipped at his chin and began to assert control. "I'm going to take charge, but don't let that stop you from moving any way you want to. this is for your enjoyment." He barely had time to nod again before she started to take away his virginity with blissfully soft, rhythmic motions.
Curt lay still as she heaved her body up and down on his erect foxhood, not sure what to do. For a while he did nothing while the powerful pleasure in his loins grew past anything he had ever felt. Soon his body began moving by itself, thrusting upwards into Siala's groin, and he went with it, knowing it knew what to do. Abandoning all previous knowledge and hesitation, he let himself go fully.
His paws scrabbled for purchase in the soft soil, until each caught hold of a root and held on. He pulled on the roots, feeling a sense of security in his firm hold, and began to thrust with more strength. His wild movements turned up the ground underneath him and sent small animals scurrying for shelter. Donovan, watching the passionate encounter, reached down almost unconsciously and started rubbing himself, never taking an eye off the pair. He leaned down for a better look, placing his head just between Curt's legs. From this position he could see everything; Curt's dick had swollen to an ample size, and his fully-formed knot was now pushing at the lip of Siala's entrance, stretching it open slightly.
He leaned forward even more, sniffing at the heady scents radiating outward from the area of interest. His head swam with delight as he reached out with his long tongue. Slowly he wrapped it around the penis in front of him, and began to move it up into Siala, tightening his grip to slip inside. Curt grunted noticeably, and his breathing became shallower and more erratic. Donovan could see he was going to come off soon.
Wasting no time, he withdrew his tongue and reached out his hand, collecting the juices flowing copiously out onto the ground. With growing eagerness he lubricated his large horse cock, rubbing it on with long, slow strokes. When he was finished, he started to massage Curt's tailhole.
All Curt's muscles were shuddering, crying out for release. He opened his eyes to gaze up at Siala, wanting her to dominate his his thoughts as he came. His thrusts were more in harmony with hers, but the synchronicity quickly broke when he felt Donovan's fingers move into his rear entrance. Within seconds the sensations were too much for him. Throwing his head back, he howled as he began to empty himself into his mistress. Siala bent down and seized his throat with her mouth, letting her teeth show in an amorous gesture of ownership.
Donovan had aligned himself to take Curt's ass, but, in keeping with Siala's plan, he waited until Curt could no longer be considered a virgin. He held onto the base of Curt's cock, waiting to feel it surge, still pumping himself with his other hand. It wasn't long before it swelled slightly more and jumped in his hand, and Donovan instantly grabbed his hips and drove himself six inches deep into Curt's tight ass.
This action sent a tremor of pain through Curt's slight frame, and his howl jumped up in pitch for a moment. The power of his first orgasm combined with the pain of having his virgin ass taken so brutally completely overwhelmed Curt, and he passed out with both Donovan and Siala cumming on his inert body.
* * * * *
"Mmmm... uhn?" Curt opened his tightly shut eyes to see Siala's kind face above him. "What..." He looked around him, surprised to find himself tucked into a soft king-sized bed. "Where am I? Where's Donovan?"
"Shh..." Siala tucked the fox's head in the crook of her arm and lifted it up, running her hand down the side of his muzzle. "You fainted." She flashed a calm smile. "I guess it must have been too much for you."
He tried to protest, but she silenced him with a finger to his muzzle. "It's okay, you don't have to be embarrased. Everyone has a limit." She paused, lovingly studying every feature of his beautiful face. "Donovan and I carried you back. Everyone is gone by now, but Donovan stayed. He wants to talk to you."
"How long have I been out?"
"Several hours."
"And have you been watching over me the whole time?"
"Yes," she said tenderly.
He put his arms around her, burying his face in the soft fur of her neck. "I love you, Mistress." She embraced him back for several minutes, finally pulling away after kissing him lightly on the top of his head. She gazed down at him, searching for a reply, but could find no words for what she wanted to say. They both understood that no more words were necessary, as they stared deep into each other's eyes.
The scene lasted for just a few seconds, but to Curt it seemed like years. He felt a sense of belonging, that he had found someone he would willingly allow to own him, someone who would love him and keep him safe. He thought about a lifetime with someone whose presence made a day seem like eternity, whose touch was ecstasy. The door opened, forcing him out of his thoughts, but the feeling of wholeness remained.
Siala stepped back as Donovan entered the room, his eyes going straight to the bed. Seeing Curt awake, he rushed to his side with a worried look on his face. "Curt, are you okay?" Curt sat up despite the slight pain near his tail. Putting an arm around Donovan's neck, he leaned on his shoulder for support.
"I'm fine. You didn't have to wait for me." Donovan said nothing, just held him close, and kissed him deeply. Curt felt his chest suffused by warmth, and quickly pulled Donovan down on top of him in sudden lust. Siala, seeing them start to caress each other, decided to leave discreetly.
Soon they broke the kiss, and Curt looked up at Donovan. For a few moments he was deep in thought, then he lowered his eyes. "Donovan..." he began, stroking the sleek black fur of his back, "We can't do this. Not now." Donovan was saddened by this decision, but not surprised. "I want you, but..."
"I know," Donovan cut in, "and I'm sorry I forced it on you. I stayed to apologize."
"No, it's okay!" Curt hastened to make amends. "I said I wanted it, and I stand by that. I didn't know it would be so hard to fit." They stayed silent, not sure of what to do. Donovan wondered if it was safe to kiss Curt again. He knew it was what they both wanted, but he was afraid that if he made another move he would go too far. Curt tried to set up some light conversation. "So... how long will you stay?"
It was a moment before he answered--he apparently had thought about this during the wait. "I didn't want to leave so soon after you woke up, but I have to be home for tomorrow. I need to leave almost immediately..." he concluded glumly. When Curt saw his expression become more downcast, he hugged his body to him.
"It's okay. Siala is a wonderful Mistress. I'll be just fine. Later, though..." he proceeded, his voice taking on a more seductive tone, "You will come back, won't you? As soon as you can?"
"I will. As soon as I can." Curt was pleased, leaning back to meet his lover's gaze.
"I'll be getting ready for you. Well, I mean... I'll be... stretching." His voice was less seductive and more embarrassed, now. "I want to be able to take you--all of you--into me."
Donovan grew more cheerful. "Good luck, Curt. I don't know if it's a realistic goal, but I'm sure most of the foxes here would be happy to help." Looking over to the clock on the bedside table, he sighed, and stood up. "I have to go."
He walked towards the door, turning around for one last parting word. "I..." His mind faltered between 'see you later' and 'till we meet again,' looking for something more meaningful and less clichéd. "I'll be back." He hesitated once more, visibly struggling with himself not to jump Curt then and there, before finally hurrying out the door.
Curt watched him leave, and kept his eyes on the door as Siala re-entered. "No one else is here, Mistress?" She nodded silently, walking over to the bed where Curt lay.
Her eyes lingered on Curt's body as she sat down beside him. After a little while she spoke. "Are you ready to begin your appointment in my service?"
"Yes, Mistress." That was all that needed to be said. Without a word more, Curt gently eased Siala onto the bed. All that night, as he held her close, he savored the thought of spending the rest of his life in the service of his wonderful Mistress.
I really enjoyed writing this one, so you can expect to see Siala and the foxes again.
© Salvar Fawkes