Kinktober #23

This is a Monster Girl Encyclopedia fanfiction.

Hunt / Cage

Like a white band carried by a stormy wind, the fox slipped past the snow speckled in dunes upon the ground. The wind whipped up the fine snow to linger in the air, as wild snarls pursued from beyond the white haze, growing ever closer. For the better half of five hours, the horseman had relentlessly pursued his prey. Even when beset by this freezing blizzard, he was determined not to leave the hunt without a trophy. The hunter peered over the dunes with eyes squinted, shielding himself from the barrage of snow. Something was moving. There, between the dunes. He levelled his crossbow with the fox's trajectory. The swirling vortex of white upon white did a thorough job concealing the pearly fur. He only needed to see a single glint of that red eye in the mist. A single glint was what he got. He pulled the trigger. It shrieked. The fox didn't stop. Even as the bolt lodged in its thigh. It kept rushing through the snow, leaving a crimson trail in the white frost.

The horse would not move. Not another inch. And so the hunter dismounted, wading through the knee deep snow. For every thirty seconds against the onslaught of the wind, he progressed only two feet. Sooner than later, he had to give up.
"HEEL GIRLS! COME ON!" The hunter gestured towards the hounds, who came rushing back. He finally had to admit to himself, the hunt was a failure.

The sprint of the snow fox slowed to a limp, ans the limp ended when her heavy body slumped in the snow. Her soft whimper was drowned out by the howling winds. A pool of red stained the pure snow, and soon enough even her shivering seized.

A man clad warmly waded through the snow. In the veil of white masking a white landscape, a spot of crimson caught his eye. He moved in that direction, and found the body of a white fox, awaiting the blizzard to provide her grave. Too fragile to hold in his arms, he gently pulled her into the cage he had used to trap gophers. There she would also be safe from the elements.
He carried her back to his house. She was breathing still, but very shallow.
He cut off the arrow and wrapped the wound in gauze.
He fed her raw, unspiced minced meat spoon by spoon, which she reflexively nibbled on and swallowed. Soon enough she was too weak to even eat.
He cooked some minced meat and potatoes for himself, and headed to bed. He didn't dare to hope for her surviving the night, but he didn't do it because he had hope. He did it because she didn't.
Too bad. He had never seen a nine tailed fox before.

When he woke up, he immediately walked to the common room. There, he found the white fox gone without a trace. Perhaps she got better during the night and moved somewhere more fitting for a fox to live. That was when he noticed the sound of rushing water from the bathroom.
Someone was using his shower.

With light feet he approached the bathroom and slowly turned the door to peek inside.
From behind the curtains, the silhouette of a tall woman with slim waist, wide hips and long legs, appeared, washing herself. Several fluffy tails wagged behind her. He walked in to have a closer look, but was immediately grabbed and pulled behind the curtains.
He struggled to get out of her grip, but she pushed him against the wall and beheld her man lewdly up and down, "When I was alone, dying in the snow, you were there for me. You saved me. You didn't know who I was. You didn't know what I could do. Yet you saved me. No... You will not be getting out of your reward so easily."
She **** her lips against his and embraced him in her arms. She grabbed his member and pulled it inside her so she could ride him over and over.

The man passed out from exhaustion.
He woke up to the smell of breakfast in the air. The bed he laid in was much softer and bigger than he was used to. Carrying a tray with various breakfast items was the woman who had violated him earlier. She donned an amber qipao that followed her voluptuous curves like her own skin.
The man reflexively hid under his blankets, but the fox girl simply pulled the cover away and placed the breakfast in his lap, stealing a kiss as she did.
"Who are you?" He asked.
"My name is Ren. I am what is called in my home country a kitsune."
"I'm... I'm Alex... and... yesterday I found a dying fox I brought into my home. When I woke up the next day she had mysteriously disappeared, and you had mysteriously appeared in my house. Are you one and the same?"
"I am... that is what a kitsune means, after all. That was the cutest, most selfless act I have ever encountered. I am so happy to be your wife."
"Do I not get a say in this?"
"Not if you are going to refuse no." Before Alex could respond Rei leaned in and kissed him deeply, "Eat up now, Alex. Today is our wedding day and you will need all the strength you can gather."
The kitsune walked away leaving Alex with his breakfast.

At least this could be much worse.