Farmstead - Foxy Wife

(Story inspired by this pic: https://static1.e621.net/data/49/9e/499e0e6d76935606e3eeac006eefe254.jpg )

> finally manage to domesticate that little fox that's been rummaging around the farm
> she's never threatened any of your livestock
> you wonder if the only reason she lurked around the house was to get some attention
> either way, after spending all that time training her, she's become fiercely loyal to you
> she rarely leaves your sight
> you have her help with the harvest
> her small size makes it difficult to carry much
> but she makes up for it with sheer enthusiasm
> she's been more and more clingy (even more than usual) of late, making up excuses to cuddle up close to you
> going so far as to curl into your lap when the two of you are driving the wagon into town
> you suspect she may be going into heat
> you can tell how much she wants to share your bed
> but so far she's been too nervous to ask
> truth be told, you're worried you might be too big for her
> one night, as the two of you are finishing the farm work, you get caught in a sudden downpour
> you make it into the house, thankfully just getting a light sprinkling of water
> the droplets sparkle in her pale orange fun thanks to the low light of the house
> you pause, as if only now appreciating how beautiful she is
> the lithe fox is panting, both from the exertion and from excitement
> she can't stop herself from squirming
> her tail sways to and fro
> her heat is definitely upon her now
> and regardless of your difference in size or species, she's not going to take no for an answer
> she's denied being a cub several times in the past, when you'd brought it up
> she says her breed just stays small, even as an adult
> you're not sure, but she's clearly old enough to feel arousal
> this seems to be more than just a childish crush
> you had always imagined you'd end up as more of a father figure than a lover
> but you don't mind
> you pick her up off her little paws
> she eeps in shock and joy
> you bring her to the living room and gently place her on the couch
> she leans back, panting happily, tail still wagging with quick vigorous strokes
> you lean in slowly and kiss her on her neck
> the fur there is so soft
> she whimpers, begging you to give her more
> you don't want to tease her too much, but you also don't want to rush into things
> you go lower down, find one of her nipples and nibble it, just to get it hard
> then you lean back up, and whisper into her ear to be patient
> a grumpy sounding huff is the only reply you get from her
> you chuckle and go to the fireplace to revive the embers
> the room is warmer now, and the little fennec has calmed somewhat
> but you can see in her eyes that she hasn't given up on the idea of mating with you
> she'd have been quite content to mate then and there, in the dark and the damp
> like the wild members of her tribe usually do
> you nearly lost yourself in the moment there
> but you don't want to take things too fast
> you prepare some tea for the two of you
> as you hand it to her you ask her why she wants you
> wouldn't she prefer some handsome fox from the forest
> a moment of silent follows as she hesitates
> but finally she replies that life in the forest isn't as care free as human fairy tales make it out to be
> it's a hard life, pretty much close to poverty for the animals who live there
> that's why so many try to sneak into human farms
> she doesn't want to go back
> and she's so grateful that you saved her from that life
> she puts her tea down on the table and leans over to kiss you
> you don't resist and feel her small wet nose against the skin of your face
> her flat, canine tongue begs entry between your lips
> you had given her little kisses before, but never anything like this
> a deep lovers kiss
> her sharp teeth nip at your tongue and you suddenly grip her
> pushing both of you onto the length of the couch
> you're fully erect, and you can no longer deny how much you want her
> maybe just as much as she wants it, maybe more
> she feels the tent in your pants and lets out a little yip of joy and excitement
> finally, she can get what she's been craving
> reaching down to your crotch she pulls open your pants so hard you fear she'll rip them
> the leathery texture of her paw pads feels wonderful on the sensitive skin of your shaft
> you'd meant to continue kissing her throughout the foreplay
> but suddenly she pulls back and you feel her squirming her way down your chest
> lower and lower, until you jump at the feel of her whiskers and her damp nose against your cock
> she gives a few sniffs and a test lick
> then without any further hesitation, takes your shaft into her eager mouth
> you groan, surprised at how easily she can fit it into her small muzzle
> she suckles happily, almost purring
> the occasional nick of her sharp teeth and her unnaturally long tongue remind you that it's an animal woman giving you this pleasure
> but far from detracting from the experience it seems to only light a greater desire in your heart
> the forbidden thrill of it is intoxicating

(( sex starts proper ))

> as you thrust deeply into her, you try to lean down and kiss her once more
> but she's so small it proves difficult
> you can't easily lean down low enough to get your lips to meet
> she suddenly grips you so tightly, the thought evaporates from your mind
> no more gentleness, no more soft loving
> you need to breed this horny little vixen, fuck her hard until both of you are sated
> you grip her thighs tightly and start thrust as fast as you can
> the couch creaks under the force of the fierce mating
> you briefly look down, still wanting to make sure she's okay amid the lust haze you find yourself in
> she's twitching and looks dizzy, but she has a large smile on her muzzle

(( detail climax and afterglow ))

> in the back of your mind you remember something
> fairy tales your grandmother used to tell you when you were younger
> warning about young met who lay with magical animal women from the forest
> how they could curse the men with similar animal forms
> what a strange sort of story to share with a child
> you quickly dismiss the silly notion
> the little fox is special, but she's not magical
> and even if she was... and you were cursed with an animal form
> it wouldn't be so bad, so long as you were with her