“The Cunning Little Vixen”

“Do prdele it’s hot out” muttered Liliana under her breath as she stumbled into her shared apartment, kicking her shoes off as fast as she could and pulling absently at her fashionable, but less than breathable shirt. “Why can’t we just go naked when it’s this hot outside? Seems like it would save everyone a lot of trouble, not to mention laundry…”

The vixen strode over the kitchen to get a glass of water, noticing as she did that her housemate Andy’s door was closed, a sure sign he was in there working. That and the “do not disturb” sign hung on the door handle.

Lily grinned to herself, knowing that meant he was buck-naked at his desk. She’d learned the hard way that Andy was very sensitive to heat; anything over 60 made him break out in a sweat. She had opened his door a few months back to find him practicing without any clothes on, and, even worse, facing the door.

They had both looked at each other for a split second before Andy squealed and tried to hide his junk behind his violin, and Lily had slammed the door shut, blushing furiously beneath her fur.

They laughed about it now, but agreed that Andy needed a method of letting her know he was going “au natural”.

Not that it mattered, really, Andy was “as gay as a heard of unicorns” as he jokingly declared to anyone who asked, but that didn’t stop her from finding him attractive. She always enjoyed knowing he was nude, more than she’d like to admit. After all, he was not the kind of guy she would usually be interested in.

Skinny, short (he was only three inches taller than the already small fox), and a little shy, he was the exact opposite of the guys she’d dated back home when she had attended her Lyceum. Most of them were from the military academy, much to her parents’ horror. Lily’s ears were still ringing from the first fight she had with her mother when she brought home her first army wolf.

Not that she would have had any trouble getting any of the guys at her school to go out with her. She was an exceptionally pretty young vixen, beautiful, even, with lush red fur, graceful figure, and bright green eyes.

Not to mention a singing voice like a glass bell.

She knew the power she had over males, and enjoyed using it. Other girls might whine about the stares and the double takes, but Lily enjoyed them. She took it as a compliment, with a swish of her tail and a smile on her face.

Maybe part of what attracted her to Andy was that he wasn’t so easily smitten with her. He was gay, after all, openly and happily. She had always wondered, though, if there wasn’t some small part of him that itched for a female. He’d told her stories of girls he’d had crushes on in middle school, not that anything ever came of them. As far as Lily knew, he’d never been on a date with anyone, male or female.

She also had noticed him check her out more than once, his eyes flicking down to her breasts when she had a towel wrapped around her, or a sideways glance at her butt when she bent over to pick something up.

Lily had noticed, all right. The thought had crept slowly into her mind when, just a few days ago, she saw his hand rub cautiously at his crotch when she had been trying to fix their TV, her tail high and ass on display. At first she dismissed what she saw in the murky reflection as her imagination. The more she thought, though, the more certain she was that her friend was a little more curious than he let on.

“Do I dare find out? What if I’m wrong?”

Lily didn’t want to lose Andy as a friend, where else would she find someone who squealed every time he heard his favorite line in the opera “Wozzeck” (he owned a DVD of it, and watched it together regularly), or giggle at stupid internet videos with her, or cook for her on special occasions, or who she could talk so easily and freely for hours on end? Was it worth the risk?

Lily put her glass down with a sigh, torn between what she knew they had, and the possibility of something more.

“Then again”, she thought, “even if he does say no, or freak out, I know we can talk and eventually laugh about it. But how long would it be before then? Could I take the awkward time in the interim? Can HE?”

Her thoughts then turned to what would happen if he DID say yes, or at least not say no, and a slight growl rose in her throat.

Eyes growing hooded, she slid a hand down the front of her pants, gently slipping a finger inside herself, already slightly wet.

“Worth it.”

Lily quietly put her glass in the sink, not wanting to make too much noise and ruin the surprise. Padding over to her room, she glanced again at Andy’s closed door, listening for any sign he’d heard her and was hurriedly pulling his clothes back on. Luckily for her, he seemed totally engrossed in his work, and totally unaware of Lily’s presence in the apartment.

Once she reached her room, she pulled her shirt off hurriedly, exposing her ample breasts, barely contained by a lacy black bra. Undoing the clasp with an impatient tug, she threw the bra onto her bed with a flick, tits now freely bouncing with every step, nipples hardening at the sudden onslaught of cooler air.

She glanced down to make sure her fur was neat, unbuttoned her pants, and kicked them off into a corner of her room with a flutter. Already there was a wet spot on her panties, the black fabric suddenly far too itchy, too confining. Bending over, she stepped out of them, now fully naked, her russet fur shining. With a final stop by the mirror to apply just a touch of mascara, she batted her eyelashes at her naked reflection, and bared her teeth in a predatory smirk.

“Here I come, my little pony.”

With a last little rub at her pussy to make sure it was good and wet, she tiptoed into the hallway.

Quietly, oh so quietly, she walked to Andy’s door. She laid her hand on the doorknob and turned it as fast as she dared. Any noise could give her away. She wanted to see just how flustered she could get the poor little horse. He was so cute when he was flustered…

The door finally gave way, swinging soundlessly on its hinges as Lily peeked in, worried now that Andy wouldn’t be there at all.

But there he was, seated at his desk, hair pulled back in a tight little bun, bent over a music manuscript. He was totally engrossed in the notes, transferring them from his head to the page.

His clothes lay in a little heap a few feet away, completely forgotten, and too far to reach if he heard the approaching fox and tried to pull them on.

He had sat himself far forward on his chair, his balls at the edge, and cock dangling down between his legs, just visible below the seat.

Lily’s nose twitched slightly as she picked up the light scent of musk on the air. Not much, but just enough to set her nose a-tingle, and send her arousal into overdrive. As she watched, a drop of precum dripped from the tip of Andy’s shaft, a long sticky string connecting it briefly to the floor.

It was almost too much for Lily, who had to restrain herself for just a moment longer. No need to spoil the surprise now. Almost there…

With the grace only a fox could possess, She took the last few steps between herself and her soon-to-be “victim”, grinning as a silly idea for getting his attention came to her mind. Standing right behind him, she lifted both her breasts up, plopped them down on his head so they covered his eyes, and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him back so the back of his head rested against her belly.

“Got you”

With a shocked whinny and a gasp, Andy was snapped back into reality, both by the rather large tits now nestled on his face and muzzle, and the hands resting firmly on his shoulders, daring him to try and get up.

“L…LILY? WHA… IS THAT YOU?”

“No, just the other vixen who is living with you”, she teased, gently rubbing his shoulders as she listened to him stutter frantically, but happily noting his cock twitch and another drop of pre drip to the floor. “Who else would it be, my little pony, hm? Such a silly question from you.”

He voice was a purr, the slight accent now clinging lovingly to every syllable, every word dripping off her tongue like a bead of honey. The poor horse didn’t stand a chance.

“B...but”, stammered Andy, now totally beside himself, the heat of his blushing face warming Lily’s tits from below as she interrupted him with a throaty whisper.

“Oh no, Andy, I see you look at me, every time I am bending over, or in my towel. I know there is part of you that is longing to be my little stallion, hm? My handsome stud, yes…”

Andy shivered involuntarily at the vixen’s gentle cooing, not able to speak as he wrestled with his sudden predicament, not able to say no or pull away, and not wanting to either.

Lily released him from her grasp only for a moment, before spinning his chair around so his back was against the wall. She got her first look at the horse’s face then, and what a sight it was.

Bright red cheeks, ears flattened back, and eyes so wide they looked to pop out of their sockets. Andy stared up at her, mouth open, pencil still in one hand.

“Oh, now aren’t you looking silly” she giggled, taking his pencil and pouncing on his lap. All Andy could do was stare at her in disbelief as she looped her arms around his neck and flashed him her toothiest grin.

“That’s right, Andy, you can look… I want you to, little stallion… I like it when you look at me…”

“Uhhhhhh…” croaked the now totally panicked horse, trying desperately to look away but unable to tear his smoky blue eyes away from the vixen’s bright green.

Lily grinned even wider as she felt a gentle tap, the horse’s body betraying him as his cock grew to full hardness. It nudged itself under her fluffy tail as it swayed slowly back and forth, grinding the vixen’s rump against the ever-hardening length.

“Oh my my, little horse, what’s this now? Someone wants to play after all, I see…”
She slid her fingers up to undo the hair tie holding his mane in check, discarding it before running her fingers gently through his hair, brushing back the stray strands.

“Mmm, now that is looking better. I like your mane down. You look much more wild, like my little stallion should, yes.”

Slowly she caressed her slender fingers over his shoulders and down to his chest, tracing the little bare patch where his violin had rubbed away the fur, eliciting a small sigh from Andy as he relaxed slightly under her.

“Now now, I can’t be the only one to be enjoying this, you know. Here, let me show you…”

Taking one of Andy’s hands, she brought it up to her breast. She placed it gently on its firm, supple curve, guiding him as he cupped the warm, heavy tit in his hand for the first time in his life.

Feeling his cock twitch again under her tail, Lily very gently started to roll her hips, rubbing the thick shaft between the pert cheeks of her ass as she felt the horse’s grip become more firm, gaining confidence as the vixen guided him over the unfamiliar terrain that was her body.

“I… But… Ohhh, Liška...” came Andy’s quiet whisper as he placed his other hand on the vixen’s hip, fingers sinking into the lush fur. The pet name took Lily slightly by surprise. She had never heard him call her that before. She didn’t even know he knew that word, the sound of her native tongue spoken by the horse sounding strange, but so sweet.

It was too much for her, the desire she felt for him to be inside her, filling her, now overpowering. It was finally time to dance. She saw it in his eyes. Those big, pretty eyes asking her, begging her, to show him more.

“Do you have something to…?”

“Top draw, left side”, whispered Andy, full sentences now beyond him.

Leaning over, Lily opened the top left drawer of Andy’s desk, digging through it quickly to find what she was looking for, a little bottle of lube.

Flipping open the top, she squirted some onto her hand, reaching back to slather Andy’s cock with the slick, gooey liquid.

It was then she felt him tremble slightly under her, and realized how nervous the horse suddenly was. He wasn’t usually the one to do the fucking, was he? It dawned on her then just how new this was, how little the horse knew what to do right now. It was a side she’d never seen, but she liked it. She liked knowing she was turning him, bringing him so far out of what he knew, and all for her.

Scooting the chair forward slightly, she tilted it back so they were now at an angle, perfectly positioned for what she had in mind. This horse needed a firmer hand, someone to take the reigns, and she was happy to oblige.

Spreading the rest of the lube over her tight hole, she then suddenly took Andy’s arms and forced them up over his head. Holding them steady with one hand, she used the other to guide his tip until it rested at her tight rear entrance. Slowly she started to lower her hips, feeling the pressure build until it was almost unbearable, until, with a wet *plop*, he slipped inside her tight, warm ass.

Both Andy and Lily sucked their breath in sharply, the sudden stretch and tightness taking them both a little by surprise. After a moment, though, the initial shock faded, and only a dull, aching pleasure remained.

Lily started to lower her hips, keeping Andy’s arms firmly above his head and baring her teeth playfully at him, letting him know she was in control.

Gradually, inch by agonizingly pleasurable inch, she sank down on the rock hard shaft now invading her insides.

Every heartbeat, every twitch of her tight passage was exposed to the cock and the horse attached to it. Andy had never felt anything like it, the tightness, the silky warmth, and the gentle weight of the vixen on top of him. He loved it. All of it.

Still, though, he strained to make eye contact with the vixen, shy about gazing so unashamedly at his friend’s naked body, even though her tits were only inches from his face.

“Go ahead, Andy. Look. I want you to look. I like showing off my body to you, little stallion. You like the way my naked tits look, no? And they’re all yours to enjoy. So enjoy, miláčku.”

Lily cringed inwardly as soon as the words left her mouth, realizing she sounded like some cheap hussy in a 75¢ romance novel. She usually wasn’t so… ‘Camping’, was it? English slang was difficult for her under the best of circumstances, let alone when she was stuffing her ass with her gay best friend’s cock. Such things tend to be a tad distracting.

Andy didn’t seem to mind, though, the ghost of a grin appearing on his face as, with a slight blush, his eyes finally flicked down to the luscious, ample breasts so freely on display for him. The grin spread, even though he tried to keep it at bay, biting his lower lip.

Slowly she raised her hips, the inches sliding out of her, sending bolts of pleasure through them both. She wanted to ride him, just to let go and slam herself down as hard and as deep as she could, but instead held back. No need to put the cart before the horse, as it were, especially when she heard the gentlest gasp of pleasure from Andy as he felt her inner walls grind against his shaft. No, this needed to be done slowly, savoring every bit of pleasure, tantalizingly slow and teasing.

She felt his flare widen her entrance slightly and paused, making him wait, and letting him know again that she was in control.

“Lily… Please…” he whispered, his eyes flicking back up to meet hers. She saw the need in them, the raw craving for her, to bury himself under her tail.

What he got instead was a slow, agonizing push against his shaft, slipping effortlessly back into the vixen.

She did have some mercy on him, though. Her hips sped up as she descended, pausing only for a moment before beginning to bounce in earnest.

Andy gasped, hips bucking slightly as Lily rose and descended again and again, the rhythm of her bounces increasing in speed as she fucked herself deeper and deeper, a gentle moan escaping her lips every time she felt the thick medial ring of that throbbing shaft spread and pop inside her. Precum and lube dripped down what little cock she couldn’t stuff inside her tight, silky insides, quickly covering her ass and Andy’s balls in a warm, sticky coating.

Lily paused to catch her breath, and to give Andy a break, not wanting him to cum too soon. She was enjoying this too much to end it now.

“See, it is not so bad after all, is it? Feeling good, buried deep inside me, aren’t you? I know you are… I knew you would like fucking a girl, yes, and are you not lucky you have a little fox who wants you to be her stud…”

Something broke in the horse’s brain at that moment. Maybe it was the unanticipated depth of Lily’s desire for him that did it, or the way her insides kept clamping down on his cock, now almost balls deep in her ass. Or maybe the gentle cooing, the way she called him her little stallion, making him feel sexy and masculine and desirable all at once. She saw it in his eyes, the instinct, the lust, the raw, unchecked need.

With a sudden wrench of his arms he broke free of the hand still pinning his over his head. Tipping the chair forward he half thrust, half threw the vixen off his cock, slipping out with a wet pop, and standing them both up.

“Andy, what are…?” but she didn’t even have time to finish the thought before he mashed his lips to hers in a frantic, sloppy, lust-addled kiss.

Taken aback at first, Lily regained her composure and kissed him back, their tongues immediately reaching for each other as they wrestled for dominance.

Even though the horse was far less experienced, far less adept, the sheer lust and enthusiasm quickly won him the dominant role, tasting the vixen’s mouth, feeling her tongue against his, hot and wet and gloriously intimate.

He reached up, all nervousness now dissolving away, and firmly grasped her right tit, fondling and squeezing with a newfound enjoyment, loving the way the weight, the firm curvature, and the hardening nipple felt in his inexpert hands. His other hand moved down, quickly finding the now dripping wetness between Lily’s legs, sliding his fingers inside and rubbing against the incredibly sensitive walls. Lily responded with a moan and a hand stroking his dripping, aching shaft, swiftly rewarding his newfound audacity.

They collapsed on the bed, the horse, even though only slightly bigger than her, quickly assuring himself as the leading player now. He was going to be the stallion she wanted. The idea clouded his mind with hormonal lust, awakening a side he never knew he had, and a desire to rut this sexy little fox as hard and as deep as he possibly could.

He kneeled back, taking her ankles and lifting them up above his shoulders, grinding his shaft between her legs and adding to the sticky mess already covering it. His hands stroked along the thighs now resting on his chest, and he leant to the side, giving the black fur a gentle nuzzle before kissing a trail up towards her paw.

“Lily… I…”

“Say it, little stallion… Say it for me…”

“I… want… need… Iwanttofuckyou, Lily.” The words spilled out of his mouth in a jumble, his newfound assuredness temporarily faltering at this unashamed declaration of his desire.

“Good… That’s my good little stud… I know you do…” purred Lily, running one of her fingers over the head of his cock, collecting a drop of precum as she did. Making sure he was watching, she retracted the sticky digit, brought it up to her mouth, and licked it clean, all the while never breaking eye contact.

Andy grinned, his confidence reemerging in a tingling rush as he watched the vixen swallow his sticky nectar. He leaned back forward, compromising the vixen even further, and grasped her ass firmly in his hands. The warm, firm cheeks felt so good under his fingers, and he squeezed gently, grinning as he was rewarded with a gentle gasp. His hips bucked at the sound, grinding hard against the increasing wetness underneath, before pulling back and aligning the tip with her entrance.

He paused, savoring the moment before plunging inside, breaking down his last virgin barrier with a gasping, shuddering moan. The increasingly familiar warmth surrounded him, so different from her ass. Not as tight, but smoother. The texture sent tingles down his length, and he pushed deeper, wanting more, wanting to surround his entire shaft with that sensation.

Something stopped him, though, as he thrust inside her. His tip had hit a hard, almost bony barrier, with a little over half his shaft inside, medial ring just spreading the folds of her entrance. He tried to push deeper, but Lily stopped him with a hiss of pain, and shook her head.

“No, little stallion, no deeper… You would hurt too much, okay?”

“Okay, Lily… S…sorry… I didn’t”

“Shhh, no, you are having no reason to be sorry, miláčku, I am your first female… I know you did not know…”

“I’d never hurt you, Liška…”

“I know, little stallion…”

She smiled up at him, reassuring him that he was doing well, that he was making her feel such great pleasure, that she loved having him inside her. His thrusts started gently, a little tentative, but quickly gaining speed as he enjoyed the newfound bliss of being with a girl.

His hips bucked hard and his eyes closed as he succumbed to his instincts, gritting his teeth in lust and pure animal enjoyment, a string of drool leaking out of the corner of his mouth.

Lily’s quiet gasps soon filled the air as the horse’s thrusting started to rock her back and forth, her tits following the momentum and bouncing in perfect counterpoint to his cock as he slid in and out, in and out, faster and faster.

Tingles shot up from his crotch, electric current from raw nerves flooding his brain with new sensations, sensations of dominance and tightness and warmth.

Lily watched him with such satisfaction, such tenderness as he enjoyed her, and the sensations that she was giving him. She savored his inexperienced rutting, each jerky, needy thrust becoming smoother as she responded, sighing and moaning and chuffing her approval, urging him on, on like a prized racing stallion, on like this was how he was meant to make her feel.

His back arched as his head ducked down, mane falling over his sweaty brow as he started to grunt on each thrust, letting go even more, letting all of the shyness slip away, giving himself up fully to his friend, his sweet, beautiful vixen. Never had the fantasies come even close to this, that feeling of warmth under him, the responding movements, the noises of satisfaction. This was so much different, so much better.

Had he had any part of his mind free to think freely, he would have regretted waiting this long, losing all that time they could have had together.

No, that didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was the feelings they were sending through each other, the jolting, overwhelming pleasure. Lily felt herself approach the cliff’s edge, teeter a moment, and then fall over it with a happy, satisfied, and lust filled squeal as she came, the cry dying away to a gentle huff as Andy paused a moment, smiling down at her.

“Oh wow… Oh Lily… Did you…? Did I…?”

She nodded, smiling back up at him, before wiggling away slightly.

“Here, let me finish you… I want you to try something, I think you are going to like it.”
Andy cocked his head to one side, not understanding what it was the vixen wanted. She rolled her eyes, amused by how dense he could be sometimes. She reached up and pressed her tits together, and winked.

“Oh! OH!!!” exclaimed Andy, finally understanding. He pulled out of her now soaked and well-used pussy and set the vixen’s legs down gently, scooting forward so his hips rested just above her stomach so that his cock lay on her chest and up between her breasts, soaked in a mixture of their juices.

Lily pressed her tits together again, enveloping the hard shaft in their warm, soft embrace. Slowly, she began to jerk him off, her hands rubbing those firm, delicious breasts over as much as she could.

Andy grinned down at her, she looked so hot like that, tits clasped together, his shaft resting inches from her face. It felt so good, feeling those big, sexy breasts rub him, milk him. He was close now, so close.

Lily increased her speed, the two of them rocking gently as the cock tip started to flare, Andy’s back arching as, with a gasp and a whinny, he came.

Hot, white cum splattered the vixen’s face and neck, the gooey strands running down her cheeks and shoulders and pooling around her. The last few shuddering moments of ecstasy faded away gently, and he looked down at the now very messy fox under him.

She smiled up at him, leaning forward to plant a small, sticky kiss on his leaky tip. She had him all right; she saw it as he looked down at her sticky face, his satisfaction clear. He liked the way that pretty face looked with his cum all over it.

“Stand up, little stallion,” she sighed happily, and he rose off her. They got to their feet, and she wrapped her arms around him, hugging him close before pulling away, pressing him gently back to his bed.

Andy lay down, and she collapsed on top of him, her tits adding a pleasant weight on his tummy in addition to the warmth of her body.

She grinned at him again, a sticky, messy smile, and he smiled back, running a hand up her back and then over the curve of her breast, gathering a sizable glob of cum up on two of his fingers. He looked at them, a sticky strand still connecting them to the vixen’s fur. Lily thought he was about to wipe them off when he did something unexpected, something wonderfully naughty. He offered the gooey treat to Lily, holding his cummy fingers in front of her muzzle with a slightly bashful smile.

She was very happy to oblige, though, running her tongue over the outstretched digits, eating up every last drop of that sticky-sweet nectar.

She licked her lips when she was sure she had gotten every last drop, showing her pointy white fangs, and swallowed down the last of the horse’s cum.

“Mmm, I was always wondering what my little stallion tasted like…”

“Mmmf, oh Lily, thank you… That was… so…” He blushed and leant down for a kiss, much gentler this time, not crazed or horny, but tender and sweet, both of them glad they had shared this with each other.

“You are so welcome, Andy, my sweet pony… So very welcome.”

She rolled over to lie next to him and glanced at the bedside clock.

“Eeeh, we need to sleep. Look how late it has gotten, and we both need to be up early. No?”
“Yeah, I guess…” grumbled Andy, not wanting his friend to leave, wanting her to stay with him through the night.

Lily got up, cleaned her face off with a discarded shirt and turned off the light. Andy thought she was going to leave, but instead she returned, gently pulling back the covers and climbing in with him.

“May I stay, little stallion?”

“Oh Liška, of course... You don’t ever have to go...“

Lily rolled him on his side to snuggle, but not the way Andy had expected. Instead, the fox lay at his back, hugging him tight to her chest, and kissed the top of his head.

“Goodnight, Andy”

“Goodnight, Lily… My cunning little vixen…”

-Curtain-