‘Rape’ the fox

(Trigger Warning)

You remember the safeword. ‘Mulberries’. You nod to Abby and she grins at you widely.

“Your mouth is ok,” you say, grabbing hold of Fie’s wrists firmly to stop her from stroking your dick. Those beautiful golden eyes stare up at you. “But I need to test you properly.” The fox betrays a smile for only second before getting back into the act.

“Oh no,” she mewls. “No please… I don’t want to. Please no. No!” she pleads, but she’s suddenly unable to move as Abby’s arms lock the fox’s in place, the sheepdog’s legs also wrapping around Fie’s knees, forcing the fox to spread them for you. They drop backwards into the dirt of the cave and now Fie’s dripping pussy is presented for all. The fine pale fur around her vulva is smooth and you reach down to stroke it. The fox cries out to your touch and feigns the struggle within Abby’s grip. “No no no!” she cries softly, head shaking.

“Are you sure?” you ask as you continue you play with the fox’s velvety, tender sex. You press down with your palm and it’s almost like squeezing a soaked sponge with how much fluid seeps out of her. The girl moans then tries to hide it with more begging.

“Please don’t do this,” she implores you. “I don’t want it… I don’t!”

“Isn’t that what the chickens told you last night?” you wonder aloud, and at this the fox’s eyes widen in surprise. You feel a little anger rise up in you as your remember the distraught hens from this morning. Now on your knees you move in between Fie’s legs, your cock finding its way to her crotch.

“Oh no…” she whimpers, looking down at your throbbing thing as you start to rub it against her drooling slit.

“Did you listen when they told you they didn’t want it?” you interrogate the fox.

“I’m sorry,” she breathes, eyes still fixated on your hard dick. “I’m sorry! I didn’t know… I was just… ooh please no…” She has to bite her lip as you tease her, and you do the same feeling how hot and wet she’s getting. This whole thing is a little strange for you. It feels a bit wrong, and at the same time it’s making your cock iron hard. You finally meet eyes with Fie again and the absolutely wanton desire you see there eases some of the anxiety and anger you feel bubbling away inside you.

“I’m gonna fuck you, Fie,” you tell the fox. “Hard. Whether you like it or not.” The head of your cock now sits right at the dripping threshold of the ‘unwilling’ fox. She bares her canines at you, a little defiance showing, but Abby adjusts her grip and the fox yips under her breath. She keeps her stare on yours.

“Please… don’t do it,” the foxgirl pleads. You ignore the so called request and start pushing yourself into her tight cunt. She’s tight, after your flared head passes those lips, and you realise she is starting to really squeeze her walls together, attempting to impede your entry. She whimpers as you penetrate her, the wetness making this so easy despite her best efforts. “Oh no… oh no no no please...don’t!” she cries out. You feel a thrill at her words, feeling just how readily accepting her pussy is in spite of those words. “Ahhn… stop!”

That’s when you do, and a cold feeling runs down your back. You open your eyes and glare at the fox staring up at you, and she notices the shocked expression on your face. Abby’s head pokes into view on Fie’s shoulder and she’s looking to you as well and you don’t quite understand it when she shakes her head at you. The foxgirl licks her lips and lets out a breath. “Please no…” she groans, and you feel her slowly raise her hips and take in more of your cock. You grunt as she absorbs more of your confused erection and realise that she never did want you to stop. “Please…” she breathes, sounding pained but longing at the same time. You push in the rest of the way and Fie moans, unable to hide her pleasure of you finally filling her fully.

“Do you like that? I bet you love it,” you ask the fox in her ear. “You’re a foxy little slut aren’t you?” You feel her shake her head.

“No please… take it out.. Take it out!”

You start to withdraw and can feel all the pussy juices you drag out along with your cock. But of course you’re not going to take it out. You slide back into her again, slowly but without pause as she mewls in your ear. “Nooo… no please stop … please ahhh I can’t take it…”

“I’ll make you take it,” you growl, and you feel the fox’s hole twitch around your shaft. “Take it you whore…” And then you start to fuck her. Your pace increases quickly, your motor well and truly started and the fox’s beseeching cries soon muddle into incoherence. Occasionally you she mumbles a ‘don’t’ here, and a ‘stop’ there, and you realise what she’s really telling you is ‘don’t stop’. She’s not so subtle about it in the end. So you don’t. You give the fox what she wants. What she needs. Letting her indulge her fantasy as you rape her willing cunt. “Please … please… you’re going too hard…” she tells you as she catches her breath. “Don’t make me cum please… oh no please no… you’re gonna make me cum… don’t make me cum!”

You bite softly into one of her ears and her eyes grow wide. She screams and starts to convulse under you, vibrating as she’s still sandwiched between your body and Abby’s. Her pussy clamps down and you feel every pulse and spasm while the fox is ‘forced’ to orgasm. She groans long as you continue to plunder her depths, your own cock now iron hard as you keep pumping the fox. “No more please… no... more… no... more! More! No! Please! Don’t! Stop!”

You grin at her, the facade almost ridiculous at this point. You’re now enjoying how open her actual enjoyment is, seeing the fleeting smiles on her face as you fuck her into the ground.

“Your tight fox cunt is so good,” you tell her, stroking her face and she flinches away from you convincingly. “Your cunt is going to make me cum.”

Her mask of horror can’t hide the plain lust in her golden gaze.

“No please! Don’t! Cum in me! You can’t! No!” she cries.

“Your pussy is too good, Fie,” you blame her. “I’m gonna fill you up.”

“Please! You can’t! No!” she screams and, you feel her arms wrap around your back. Abby has let released the fox and while she begs you not to cum she locks her legs behind your waist. You can’t hold back any more and groan, your cock erupting inside the Fie’s needy fuck hole. Her already trembling walls are painted with your white hot cum, your spurts fierce and urgent, needing to claim every inch inside her. “Oh no! You’re cumming inside me! Oh I feel it! It’s so hot! You’re cumming inside me! You’re filling me up!” You pump her whore hole for all that it’s worth, your balls emptying out, each pulse of jizz sending blinding satisfaction through your body. You flood her down to the core and she wails, loving every second. And then finally you’re done and collapse on top of the fox, who shivers underneath you. A few seconds after catching your breath you feel her tongue licking your ear and your cheek.

You turn to look at Fie, see her reassuring smiling.

“Are you okay?” you ask and she manages to kiss you, her long tongue almost snaking down to your throat before she falls back, clearly exhausted. Abby is still there and holding the fox, and she starts to lick the girl’s face as well. This turns into a soft meeting of fox and hound lips and Fie moans into the sheepdog’s mouth appreciatively. The vulpine smile Fie gives you makes your cock throb and she gasps, feeling another pulse of your cum sink into her.

“Did I pass the audition?” she asks coyly. You kiss her again and she yips from her throat as you stroke her face. This time she lovingly nuzzles into your palm.

“Definitely,” you say. “You’re hired.”

***

You let Fie rest in her home, promising her a warm welcome if she ever decides to drop by the farm for a visit. She waves to you and Abby as you both crawl back out into the forest.

“Where did that come from?” you finally ask the dog girl as you both return to the forest path. She shrugs.

“I could ask you the same thing, Master,” she retorts. “Why don’t you ever call me names like that?” You consider Abby’s query and smile, wrap your arm around her shoulder and pull her body in close to you.

“You’re my bitch aren’t you?” you say, more as a statement that a question.

“Yes Master. I am.”

“You’re my puppy slut,” you tell her. She smiles at you, her arm around your waist.

“Yes Master.”

“You’re my dirty doggy cum whore,” you say. “And I’ll be dumping my cum in your cunt all night because that’s what’s it’s for.”

There’s a long low growl from Abby and you feel it vibrate up your spine as she glares at you with those piercing eyes.

“Promise?” she asks you.

“I promise.”