[center][b]How Foxes Got To Be Foxes[/b][/center]

[center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center]





This story is from a very long time ago, so long that furs still said ‘yiff’ without feeling silly. In those days foxes looked very different than they do today. No one knows quite how they looked then except they had fluffy ears and fur the color of good flour, so you wouldn’t recognize them as the same.

The foxes of those days were very horny- yes, even more than today- so much that they had trouble getting things done! And they all lived together in their own fox kingdom. It was very common if you visited in those days to see half of everyone having sex at a time. Not many visitors stayed in the fox kingdom very long because the foxes wore everyone out, but it worked out well enough for them.

Now there came a day where the king and queen of the foxes found that they had a problem. Their three daughters were growing up to be very foxy indeed, so much that they could barely be satisfied. If they had but one or two or three lovers each, that would be all right (for the foxes did not have quite the same rules about marriage and royalty as most other people). And if they merely had one or two or three lovers [i]at a time,[/i] then the king and queen would have called that a healthy appetite for a fox. But it was so much worse!

The oldest princess, who had delicate legs and elegant lips, went through ten of the fox nobles before she could think of anything else enough to go to breakfast, and attend court, and other things that princesses do. These ten would be useless for hours after! Then when she felt herself starting to feel needy again in the evening, she would go back to her room and lock her thin pine door behind her so she would not distract anyone by flirting, and she would stay there and read romantic poems until the next day when ten more men could tire themselves out to calm her down. 

The middle princess, who had bountiful breasts and combed her hair most beautifully, was even worse. She made vigorous love to twenty of the castle guardsmen, and as many of the castle maids, before her ardor began to cool enough for her to go to lunch, and play the harp, and other things that princesses do. Those forty would be quite tired even the day after that, so that some days not enough could be found to spare, and she would stay in her room! When her eyes started to wander in the evening, she went back to her room and let her maple wood door be locked so that she would not grope anyone without warning, and she would stay there and play with her breasts until the next day when she would embrace forty more. 

The youngest princess, who had a very generous behind and shining eyes, was worse still. She rutted a hundred palace servants of any gender hard before she was sated enough to go to dinner, and dance in the hall, and other things that princesses do. Those hundred might be exhausted for most of a week, so that as often as not there were not enough of them who could be found! As soon as anyone noticed that she was starting to act aroused again, they very promptly carried her off to her room and locked her sturdy mahogany door so that she could not pull anyone- a succession or even a collection of ‘anyones’, even!- into a closet where they might not be found until the poor person or persons were quite ragged! In her room she touch herself between the legs until the next time enough of the castle felt up to sating her lust.

Nonetheless, they were all very beautiful and very sought after, so that no one of them had to stay in their rooms too often. And they were all very clever and diligent in their studies, so that the princesses were all quite witty and adored. And most of all they were all three very kind and considerate… when they were not too carried away by their enthusiasm for bedplay. 

All in all, they were most wonderful princesses- except that they kept so many of the palace inhabitants too tired to run the kingdom well! This was especially a problem as the fox citizens were already too frisky to attend entirely to their own business all of the time. After the youngest princess came of age, the wear and tear started to show, and the fox kingdom began to be a less wonderful a place than it had previously been (although even more sex-soaked than before). Some solution clearly had to be found.

The king and queen of the foxes got their best advisors to discuss what was to be done. After long debate it was decided: They would send forth word that whoever wished could come to the fox kingdom and try their prowess in bed against the needs of the princesses, and whomsoever succeeded would be allowed to marry that princess and live in wealth and comfort in the fox kingdom. The king ordered that it should be so, and then the king and queen and advisors took a rest to make amorous congress with each other.

Many miles away, a little mouse lived in the countryside with his mother. They were poor, but happy, and always had enough to eat. There was one blot on their otherwise good life; the little mouse showed every sign of not being a very good lover. He did not flirt well, and handled himself only once a week, and his prod was small to match his smallness. Neither did he have an especially pleasant rump, or big muscles, or the sort of daring that attracts attention. Even though Little Mouse had a nice face and good manners the other young furs his age made fun of him, and his mother despaired of him finding a mate.

One day the news reached them that the king and queen of the fox kingdom invited all who wished to come and try their lovemaking against the appetites of their beautiful daughters, and that if they were equal to that lust that they should have a very good life indeed.

This sounded most pleasing to Little Mouse, and he immediately announced to his mother that he would go to the fox kingdom to try his luck.

“Oh my son!” His mother said. “I wish it could be so, but surely you will fail! You do not flirt, you touch yourself only once a week, and only for a short time before you are done! Please stay and find a pretty vole to marry instead.”

“Even so.” Answered the Little Mouse. “I intend to go to the fox kingdom and make a good showing, for then I shall always be able to say I gave pleasure to a princess.”

The Little Mouse’s mother was still worried, for it was a long way to the fox kingdom. Who knew what could happen? And if he should arrive safely, she feared the foxes might wear him out so his vitals would never recover. Still, she saw that he was determined and there would be no stopping him. So, teary-eyed, she fixed him up a sack of good bread and cheese and a little jug of her best beer to sustain him on his travel.

“Since you must go, mind you to save up your strength along the way. That way you will be able to do your best for the princess.” She told him, and tied a red ribbon around his coin purse as a reminder not to spend himself until he was with the fox princesses. 

So the Little Mouse set out on the road toward the kingdom of foxes. He walked and he walked, whistling as he went. He travelled one day, he travelled two days. And on the third day, he met a cat traveling the same way. The cat was a fine gentleman in silk clothes with lovely black and white fur, with a gleaming silver belt buckle.

“Good afternoon, little mouse!” The elegant cat greeted him. “Where go you this fine day?”

“I go to the kingdom of foxes, to try to win over one of the lovely princesses there.”

The Gentleman Cat laughed at this. “So I go also. I have heard the eldest fox princess is courtly with delicate legs. I would dearly love to be her mate. But listen here, all have heard also that the fox princesses are insatiable, and I think even the least so will be enough for me. Little mouse, you do not seem the sort to keep up!”

“Even so.” Said the Little Mouse bravely, and he drew himself up to his full height and puffed out his chest. “I intend to go and make a good showing, and then I will always be able to say I have pleased a princess.”

The other man laughed again, and reached down to squeeze teasingly at the little package between the mouse’s legs. “What, with these little things? I think you should go home!”

Little Mouse squeaked in surprise at the sudden handling. Because he had been refraining from touching himself, and he had been thinking so much of the beautiful princesses as he walked, he was somewhat excited down there. And being a quick shot even at usual times, felt the touch keenly. But he felt the little red ribbon tied in a bow around his sack, and held himself back, and his balls only twitched hard. “Stop! I must save myself for the princesses.”

The Gentleman Cat saw how earnest the little mouse was and felt bad for teasing him, even if he did seem a very unlikely competitor. So he took his hand out from between the mouse’s legs and shook his hand apologetically instead. “I am sorry for being so rude. To go and try your best is a noble thing, and you should certainly go to do it. Still, many will attempt this and and few will succeed. How if I teach you a trick to help you do your best?”

“Oh, if you would be so kind!” Replied Little Mouse, who really was very eager to show himself as at least a [i]credible[/i] lover when he came to the fox kingdom. “What trick is this?”

“To please a partner with your mouth and tongue, and make love that way.”

“How? Can such a thing be done?” Said the mouse, who was very innocent in some ways.

“It can; this is a thing cats are very good at. Shall I teach you?”

“Yes please!”

“Then let us stop at that inn yonder for a while.” Said the cat, and got them a room at the little inn by the side of the road. When they reached the room he took off his trousers. The mouse was once again surprised.

“What!”

“Some things are better to learn by practice.” Answered the Gentleman Cat. He had great poise considering he was wearing nothing about his nethers.

“But,” Said the mouse sheepishly. “I have never done anything with another man.”

“That is well enough.” The cat nodded along. “I will just tell you, if you want. But it will do no harm to try, and you will learn the better for it.”

The mouse was uncertain, but since the cat really was a handsome and dapper gentleman and because he really did want to learn, he agreed. So that night the Gentleman Cat instructed him in licking, and suckling, and nibbling with his own feline self (and especially his nether regions, both front and back!) as the object of demonstration. Neither did he stint in describing how best these same skills might be applied to a lady. Little Mouse, for his part, was a fast learner. He even found the taste of cat to his liking.

In the morning the Gentleman Cat was spent most thoroughly from his instruction and was pleased to have done something of a good deed into the bargain. “Well now! I think that is all I can teach you, Little Mouse. And you have certainly proven you can keep going all night. I think you may make a good showing after all.”

Little Mouse thanked the Gentleman Cat for his tutelage and bid him farewell. The cat would stay and rest up for a while before following, so that the little mouse would certainly have his chance to try the eldest princess before the cat came to win her. If the mouse persevered and won that princess despite himself, well! Surely they were now good friends and could make some arrangement in any case.

So the Little Mouse set out again on the road toward the kingdom of foxes. He walked and he walked, whistling as he went. He travelled one day, he travelled two days. And on the third day since his lessons with the Gentleman Cat, he met a dog traveling the same way. The dog was a charming man, with lovely short gold fur, and he carried a pretty violin on his back.

“Halloo, little mouse!” The Handsome Hound greeted him. “Where go you on this road today?”

“I go to the kingdom of foxes, to try to win over one of the lovely princesses there.”

The Handsome Hound laughed at this. “Me as well! I hear that the middle fox princess is talented and buxom, so I want to be her husband. And the whole world knows that all three princesses have a great appetite for lovemaking, which is no bad thing. I think I may just be a match for the middle princess- but, little mouse, you do not look so vigorsome as any of them might need!”

“Even so.” Said the Little Mouse with determination, and he squared his shoulders as best he might. “I intend to make a good showing, and then I will always be able to say I gave some pleasure to a princess.”

The other man laughed again, and reached down to pinch jestingly at the little package between the mouse’s legs. “You think you can do that with this? I think you should go home!”

Little Mouse squeaked in surprise at the sudden handling. Because he had been refraining from touching himself, and he had been thinking so much of the beautiful princesses as he walked, he was quite excited down there. And being a quick shot even at usual times, he might have lost control. But he felt the little red ribbon tied in a bow around his sack, and held himself back, and his cock only throbbed a few times. “Stop! I must save myself for the princesses.”

The Handsome Hound saw how earnest the little mouse was and felt bad for teasing him, even if he did seem a very unlikely competitor. So he took his hand out from between the mouse’s legs and patted him on the head instead. “Many apologies! Going out to try your best is admirable, and you should certainly go do it. Still, there are only three princesses and many suitors- who, forgive me, will be more potent than yourself. How if I teach you a trick to help you do your best?”

“Oh, if you would be so kind!” Replied Little Mouse, who thought that this should be a great help in making his good showing. “What trick is this?”

“To work at a lover with your paws, and bring them pleasure that way.”

“What?” Said the mouse, who knew about pleasing himself with his paws- that is, his forepaws or hands- but hadn’t thought deeply about doing so to others. “Can such a thing be done?”

“Certainly. I do it with other dogs quite a lot. Shall I teach you?”

“Yes please!”

“Then let us stop in that stand of trees for a while.” Said the dog, and lead the mouse to a cozy little thicket that was nearly as good as a cottage. When he took off his trousers the mouse had a little more notion of why than he had last time.

“I am not sure if I fancy other men.” Said the Little Mouse.

“That is all right.” Nodded the dog. “I will just tell you, if you want. But you might learn better with me.”

The mouse was uncertain, but since the dog was a handsome and lively gentleman and because he really did want to learn, he agreed. So that night the Handsome Hound instructed him in rubbing, and kneading, and pressing with both forepaws and hindpaws on all parts of his canine body. Greatly did he enjoy teaching thus! And he was thoughtful enough to explain how these things were best applied to a woman, as well. Little Mouse, for his part, was a fast learner. He even found the feel of hound dog to his liking.

In the morning the Handsome Hound was spent most thoroughly from his instruction and was pleased to have done something of a good deed into the bargain. “Well now! I think you have learned all I know of that, Little Mouse. And your paws held strong well unto morning. I think you may make a good showing after all.”

Little Mouse thanked the Handsome Hound for his tutelage and bid him farewell. The dog would stay and rest up for a while before following, so that the little mouse would certainly have his chance to try the middle princess before the dog came to win her. If the mouse persevered and won the princess despite himself, well! Surely they were now good friends and could make some arrangement in any case.

So the little mouse set out again on the road toward the kingdom of foxes. He walked and he walked, whistling as he went. He travelled one day, he travelled two days. And on the third day since his lessons with the Handsome Hound, and the sixth day since his lessons with the Gentleman Cat, he met an otter traveling the same way. The otter was a smiling man, with smooth brown fur, and wearing colorful clothes.

“Heyooo little mouse!” The Jolly Otter greeted him. “Where are you headed?”

“I go to the kingdom of foxes, to try to win over one of the lovely princesses there.”

The Jolly Otter laughed at this. “Me too! I hear that the youngest fox princess is playful, with a nice behind; and her even more lusty than her sisters- I’m no prude at all myself, I think it would be splendid to share a bed with her! Methinks she and me might share the bed with more than just each other too, eh? That’s the woman for me. But hey now, little mouse, I get to feeling the foxes will be too much for you!”

“Even so.” Said the Little Mouse steadfastly, and planted his feet firm on the ground. “I intend to go and make a good showing, and then I will always be able to say I have pleased a princess.”

The other man laughed again, and reached down to grope boisterously at the little package between the mouse’s legs. “With only this to work with? I think you should go home!”

Little Mouse squeaked in surprise at the sudden handling. Because he had been refraining from touching himself, and he had been thinking so much of the beautiful princesses as he walked, he was rather excited down there. And being a quick shot even at usual times, he almost came right there and then. But he felt the little red ribbon tied in a bow around his sack, and held himself back, and he only wetted a little spot in the front of his trousers with his pre. “Stop! I must save myself for the princesses!”

The Jolly Otter saw how earnest the Little Mouse was and felt bad for teasing him, even if he did seem a very unlikely competitor. So he took his hand out from between the mouse’s legs and pulled him to his side with a comforting squeeze of the shoulder instead. “I’m sorry. Doing your best is the best you can do, and it’s bound to be a wagon of fun no matter what. But there are still only three princesses, and a lot of suitors- and some of ‘em as might have broken more bedframes than me, let alone you. How if I teach you a trick to help you do your best?” 

“Oh, if you would be so kind!” Replied Little Mouse, who had been starting to feel that if he did everything he possibly could, he might just win a princess after all. “What trick is this?”

“To give someone a good time using your tail, and get them off that way.”

“Really?” Said the mouse, who had never thought of that before. “Can such a thing be done?”

“Oh, sure and sure. You might even have a better tail for it than I do. Shall I teach you?”

“Yes please!”

“Then let us stop here beside the road for a while.” Said the otter, and moved over to a nice soft patch of tall grass by the side of the road. When he took off his trousers the mouse was almost expecting it.

“I don’t know about doing that sort of thing with another man, not this close to the road where someone might see.”

“That is fine by me.” Nodded the otter. “I will just tell you, if you want. But it would be a good time and a better lesson. Besides, I haven’t seen anyone else pass by all afternoon.”

The mouse was uncertain, but since the otter was such a charmingly flirtatious gentleman and because he really did want to learn, he agreed. So that night the Jolly Otter instructed him in where a slim pink tail might be curled around and stroked, or put inside and moved about, or even looped around like a short rope while other things were in the offing. And he happily told instructive stories about what he’d done with his tail to this or that woman or man. Little mouse, for his part, was a fast learner. He even found the noises of happy otter to his liking.

In the morning the Jolly Otter was spent most thoroughly from his instruction and was pleased to have done something of a good deed into the bargain. “Well now! I think you took to that as swimmingly as can be, Little Mouse. And your smooth tail was very good indeed. I think you may make a good showing after all.”

Little Mouse thanked the Jolly Otter for his tutelage and bade him farewell. The otter would stay and rest up for a while before following, so that the little mouse would certainly have his chance to try the youngest princess before the otter came to win her. If the mouse persevered and won the princess despite himself, well! Surely they were now good friends and could make some arrangement in any case.

So the Little Mouse set out again on the road toward the kingdom of foxes. He walked and he walked, whistling as he went. He travelled one day, he travelled two days. And on the third day since his lessons with the Jolly Otter, which was now twelve days since leaving his home, he met a hare travelling the opposite direction. The hare was an older man, about as old as the little mouse’s mother- which was not so very old, to tell the truth- and he had sandy fur and a plump haversack on his back.

“What ho, little mouse!” The Mature Hare greeted him. “Whither do you go this day?”

“I go to the kingdom of foxes, to try to win over one of the lovely princesses there.”

The Mature Hare chuckled. “I’ve just come from there, as I went to try that myself. But I got to thinking how living in a palace wasn’t for me. Much too fine. So I only made merry with the common foxes in their beds for a fortnight. What fun that was!”

“Well, I mean to go all the way to the palace and try my best, so that whatever else happens I can always say I pleased a princess.” The Little Mouse said proudly.

“Mayhap you might.” Said the hare, and looked over the little mouse. “Before you go, would you do a hare a favor?”

His mother raised Little Mouse to be mannerly to his elders, so he answered that of course he would.

“Well, I left the fox kingdom only three days ago, but it seems I still have a lustiness in me despite all that. I want a good rutting before I get back on the road.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Replied the Little Mouse. “I should be travelling on, instead of dallying with another man.”

“Oh? Is there something wrong with another man?”

“Well, maybe not.” Allowed Little Mouse. Truthfully, after meeting his other new friends on the road, there had been more than princesses on his mind as he walked.

“Come now! I really need a young man to roger me right about now. See my rump, is it not as good as a young lady? All the tod foxes tell me it is.”

And the Mature Hare, who really wasn’t all that old, turned and lowered his trousers and waggled his backside at the Little Mouse. Maybe it was not quite as good as the behind of a [i]really[/i] pretty young lady, but it was a very nice behind and the short rabbit tail wiggled most invitingly. Little mouse had been on the road for many days now without so much as touching his pizzle, and had spent all that time thinking about lovely fox princesses for most of that time, and had been in very close quarters with three quite handsome men on top of that. Overcome, he leapt onto the hare and buggered him most vigorously right there in the road until he sauced the rabbit’s buns. It was the most vigorous fuck he could have given and well satisfied the hare… for the short time it lasted.

When he was done the Little Mouse remembered that he was meant to be saving himself for the princesses. Now he was tired and more emptied out of his juices than he had ever been, in no shape to go far let alone impress any princess. The red ribbon his mother had tied in a bow around his berries had come undone as he released and lay in the dirt, and he began to weep.

“Woe is me! Mother rightly told me not to spend myself on the road, but I have. Now I will never be able to make a good showing for the princesses, for I have never had the least talent as a lover!”

The Mature Hare felt bad then, realizing that he had taken up all the little mouse’s stamina. He comforted the young mouse.

“Do not give up yet. You helped me, so I will help you with a secret I know from a fairy. If you travel one day more up the road you will see a very large oak tree by the side of the road. Walk three times around this tree and up the little trail that you will find. Keep going until you come to a stone fountain. There you must drink three drinks of the water right from the tip of the fountain, no more, and then sleep. When you wake, you will surely be able to satisfy the fox princesses.”

“Why haven’t you done this?” Asked Little Mouse.

“I tried once years ago, but the trail is so narrow and so crowded by thorny bushes that I could not pass.” Admitted the Mature Hare. “But a small mouse might make his way through.”

They said their goodbyes, and the Little Mouse walked for one day more until he found the oak tree. He walked around it three times and then down the trail that he found. Everything was as the old hare had described. The bushes were so close in fact that even the Little Mouse got terribly scratched all over from the thorns, but he persevered. 

The fountain was of a most peculiar shape, tall and curved with lots of ridges as it burbled clear water into the basin. He climbed up and closed his mouth around the stone tip. The water tasted slightly of salt, but he took three deep draughts. Then he scampered off to the side, curled up in a dry spot under a tree, and fell asleep immediately.

When Little Mouse woke up he was not at all little anymore. He was now taller than anyone he had met. He was also not a mouse. Instead he was all covered in emerald-green scales, with great claws, wings, and talons. And between his muscled haunches he had an erection as thick as his old arm and almost as long dribbling like the fountain it resembled.

The Little Mouse, now a Mighty Dragon, was surprised but quite happy with his new looks. Flicking his tail he touched his new tool with his claws all over until he added a generous helping of seed to the fountain’s basin. Having done so he felt he could easily do it again a dozen more times.

Surely with a body like this he couldn’t fail to win any of the princesses he wanted. Or even all of them. Eager to be back on his way, he leapt into the air and flew. The wings bore him swiftly to the fox kingdom before an hour had passed.

A magnificent sight he was. His scales and claws gleamed in the sun, and so did his dripping pike. All the foxes who saw were amazed, and many were frightened, and foxes being foxes most were lustful as well. He bellowed, “I am the Mighty Dragon, and I am here for the princesses!

No one can very well leave a dragon out on the doorstep. The nervous castle guards led him in to the great hall, with him walking on all fours as he now found slightly more comfortable, and announced him. The king and queen of foxes were somewhat frightened by the large beast who had come to claim their daughters. But they had promised the princesses to whoever could satisfy their needs, and they could not refuse him. His pleasure pole certainly looked up to the task! Besides, he had not eviscerated anyone yet, and they were still desperate to give their subjects a rest.

“You can try your prowess, and if you succeed then you may have the reward which we promised. But you must do so here in the hall where we and our soldiers may keep watch.”

“What?” He roared, breathing gouts of fire up to lick at the ceiling. “Here?”

“We beg your pardon, Mighty Dragon.” Said the king and queen. They shook only the tiniest bit. “There must be witnesses so we know if any has succeeded. We have required this of every suitor.”

Nobody else had [i]really[/i] been made to prove their virility in front of a crowd and the girls’ parents; the court had been content to let any hopeful males walk alone into the princesses’ rooms and send a rescue party in an hour or two after. But he was such a fearsome creature that they feared for their daughter’s wellbeing if left alone with him. 

And, of course, they had heard that dragons were in the habit of stealing princesses. They simply didn’t want to offend their scaly visitor by saying such things.

“Very well then. Bring out the princesses.”

First came the eldest princess, elegant and composed. The Mighty Dragon swept her up into a mighty embrace. She was most happy to be embraced so, having had no suitors yet that day, and even helped him to get off her dress before he pressed his dragonhood right into her as far as it would go, which was about half way. He did indeed make a good showing, thrusting into the fox princess slow to find his pace. She eloquently praised his lovemaking as they went, until she had made the floor quite wet and he had cum into her. Finally she fell into a faint from the pleasure of her congress with him, and had to be carried to a soft couch to recover.

Then came the middle princess, who was busty and flushed from hearing that a new suitor had appeared and for the first time satisfied her elder sister all on his own. Now that he was more confident, with one princess satisfied already, he leapt upon her hungrily. His claws tore her dress to shreds and he stabbed between her legs at a sure pace and then more swiftly still. Two thirds of him fit into her damp flower with little trouble, and he hissed his satisfaction while she moaned out lustily. They carried on for longer to sate the middle fox princess’ greater need, and he came twice and thrice into her. In time she too came to the end of her lust, and drifted off into a stupor.

The third princess did not waste any time, and had her dress off before her sister was properly separated from him. Laughing she happily took her share, lowering herself onto three quarters of his magnificent and thoroughly messy dragonhood before he took control of the situation. He fucked her roughly, cumming again and again into her and both of them adding to the small pond that was formed by now on the floor. The guard watching them was quite lax by now, as the fox soldiers were getting much too worked up by the sight to concentrate properly. Just as well that the young princess showed no sign of being hurt. She moaned and wailed, but in a manner most cheerful. Eventually even she, who could sleep her way through a hundred foxes, succumbed to his rough fucking. 

The Mighty Dragon enjoyed all of this no less thoroughly than the princesses did, and was very proud of the achievement. He decided to make a show of it, and savored the young princess’ sweet crevice some more through her daze by lifting her up and down on his well-wetted penis, so that the king and queen could see it split her lower entrance open most prettily. He seeded her once more for his own satisfaction that way, and she and he made a most lewd waterfall of their release all over his lashing tail.

There was a great cheer as all in attendance applauded this achievement. Even the king and queen joined in, for any fox must appreciate such a carnal feat and the idea of a dragon in the family had become pleasing to them. And also, a hope had been kindled in their hearts, for there was a secret they had not told.

“See? I am the greatest lover in the kingdom.” Proclaimed the dragon. He was giddy with his accomplishment and filled up with pride at having made a showing such as he could not have imagined.  “I claim all three princesses as my wives, having satisfied them all!”

“You have won them truly.” Said the king and queen together. “And we cannot gainsay what we have already proclaimed. But if you would try one more test of male vigor, we will give you still a greater reward.”

His heart swelled further. “Name it, and I will set to the task.”

“This is a secret we have not told, kept by precious few of us here.” The king explained. “Many years ago we were married and became king and queen, but a wicked sorceress was jealous of us. She put a curse on us, and said that our children would grow lustier and lustier. We thought nothing of it, for a fox is a fox and that should be no problem. Our first daughter, we were happy to see that she was healthy and graceful and if she had many sweethearts then it proved that they had good taste. And for our second daughter we were happy too, for she had great talent, and impressive even to us foxes in her libido. Then for our third daughter we began to worry; for though she was joyful and brought so much happiness, and she deserved as many lovers as she wanted, there were only so many foxes to spare!”

“We begged the sorceress to lift the curse.” Continued the queen. “But she was wicked and did not relent. She said only that when someone could satisfy all of our children would the curse be lifted, else their lust would grow and grow until all of foxdom would eventually perish from exhaustion. She died of old age only a little after telling us, her wickedness complete. Seeing how things would go, we resolved not to conceive with each other again. And since, as our daughter’s appetites seemed to grow only very slowly through the years- after first coming to womanhood of course, what a shock that was- that perhaps we could all wait it out.”

“Alas.” The king said. “We found that the queen was carrying a child even then. You see, we have a fourth daughter. She lives in the north tower of this castle, which is forbidden, behind a thick iron door. Only once after she grew to adulthood did we send a single man in. He perished of his fatigue.”

“With a smile on his face.” Added the queen of foxes. “But dead all the same. That was less than a year ago, and we decided that we must find partners that could satisfy at least our oldest three.”

“But you were beyond our hopes! Please, will you not try to satisfy our youngest as well?” The monarchs asked together. “She is so lonesome in the tower, and we fear that if the curse is not lifted she will break out through sheer force of her body’s need. Then surely the whole kingdom will fall to ruin. But if you break the curse with your mighty scepter, you will not only have the princesses all but be king of the whole land.”

The mighty dragon puffed himself up and declared that he would do this and easily. 

They led him to the north tower through many halls and gates, and fetched up at last in front of the thick iron door. At his demand the guard unlocked the door. 

The princess was lithe and wild, fur beautiful, her figure slender but with all the sensual curves it needed, and she threw herself upon the mighty dragon immediately. Her feminine cleft was tight and almost unused but she was as slippery as a buttered eel there, and determined, such that she forced herself down on the dragon’s penis in a trice and engulfed all of it in her smaller body without pain.

He roared in pleasure while all the guard ran away, frightened now by the princess’ savage lust. He allowed her to ride him for some time, milked by her harsh softness, and came within her once, twice, three times. And then he realized his mistake. 

While he had indeed become a dragon with mighty loins and a great endurance, his ability to perform was still not limitless. The curse on the princess was immensely strong magic, and he had spent himself many times already in rutting her sisters senseless. His tender skin was even beginning to feel bruised in that one place where scales did not cover.

At first it was a mere mark of pride, as a warrior might feel the fatigue of a battle hard-won. This princess however showed no sign of slowing or stopping. Forcing herself down on him again and again until she wrung yet another climax from the male.

The Mighty Dragon knew suddenly that he was not equal to this task. He tried to force her off of him, only for a breather so that he might recover a moment, but even so slender as the secret princess was the force of unnatural lust made her stronger even than a dragon.

Fear thrilled him for the first time in days, and he felt very small. He was humbled and felt very much that he was only a Little Mouse again, and despaired that he was going to be rutted to death by this lovely female.

So he would have been, but in remembering himself as the Little Mouse, he remembered other things as well. And the Little Mouse had never lost his determination to do everything he could to win himself a princess, hopeless case or not.

The dragon recalled the Jolly Otter, and how he had made that playful swimmer squirm with his tail. His new tail hooked up and under the princess’ leg, slipping inside her to replace his poor bruised penis just as that organ gave up hope of rescue. As she was still being pleasured now, she did not resist, and he thrust that thick scaly appendage into her. More of his tail fit inside than he would have guessed. He continued like that, pulling moan after groan of pleasure from the heated female with his tail. 

When his tail began to tire, he slipped a clawed finger into her. Remembering the husky dog, he worked her with his foreclaws one at a time first, and then more as she demanded more by word and cry and deed. He worked most of a scaled fist into her, finding her cleft so needy as to be impervious, tight again just a moment later when he switched to toe-talons. He ran through every permutation of pleasuring her with his digits that he could, and she gasped and sighed.

When fingers and toes started to ache, he nestled his head between her thighs. Bringing to mind the gentleman cat he licked and nibbled, extending his tongue- which was perhaps now even larger than his penis- into her depths. The taste of her sex filled his mind, and he lapped at every inch of her insides, a dozen times over her clit. He drank down her juices while he wallowed in the endlessly filling pool of the same which he had already drawn out of her. And when he had done that, he explored her other hole as well, a guilty delving that still made her scream and shout encouragement still. Most undignified for a princess!

In time, even that last organ became exhausted. Even at the last, the Little Mouse who was the Mighty Dragon had never lost his determination to give his very best showing. He stabbed his dragonhood into her one last time, aching but swimming in his own pleasure and hers for one more go, and he spurted the last of his reserves into her.

And at last, just barely, it was enough to satisfy even her magical lust. The two lovers collapsed into a dreamless sleep there just outside the northern tower in an enormous pool of dragon seed and fox fluids. 

The two fucked for three days before that blessed sleep came. All the fox kingdom waited anxiously, uncertain whether their waking would portend doom or release from the danger of the curse. 

On the second dawn the dragon and princess awoke. He was amazed to have survived the ordeal. She fawned over him, and spoke softly. Her senses had returned and she was as beautiful and kind and noble as her sisters now that her head was clear.

The king and queen were overjoyed and embraced their daughter and the dragon, as did her sisters. 

“Now you will be king, Mighty Dragon, as we have promised. And because we have promised it, all four of our daughters will be your wives.”

“I will be happy to be king.” Said the mighty dragon. “But I will only marry this princess, I think.”

“What about us!” Wailed the three older princesses, who were already missing his excellent dragonhood.

“There are three fine fellows who are friends of mine, and who I think will please you all greatly. And if not, we will see what we can do.”

“Is there anything else we can do for you, who have saved us from such a doom?”

“Please call me Little Mouse. It will be a good reminder not to get in over my head.” 

The next day all three of his friends that he met along the way, and had shown him such useful bedroom tricks arrived: the Gentleman Cat, the Handsome Hound, and the Jolly Otter. And when they met the princesses, all three pairs were immediately smitten with each other.

And so there were four royal weddings all on the same day. It was such a festival as you have never seen, with feasting and parades and- foxes being foxes- plenty of orgies. 

It turned out that although the curse was gone, the princesses were still extraordinarily lusty foxes. Their husbands could keep up where nary another soul could hope to, and they spent a great deal of time in bed with their wives. And also with each other’s wives, and with each other, and for that matter their wives with each other’s wives! After all, they were all such very good friends and all of them lusty sorts. Living in such a way suited all of them quite well, and in the kingdom of the foxes nobody minded very much. Their lives were long and happy ones.

Carrying on like that, they of course had many many children between them all. So many children that in time all foxes had a bit of royal blood in them, and do to this day. That was how foxes got to be how they are: With a little cattishness, and something of the look (and nethers) of a dog, and almost as stretchy as an otter, and with fur tinged with a bit of dragonfire. And of course they all still had the foxish lustiness in them… and, ever after, a mysterious liking for playing with mice. 

Oh, and as for the hare, he ended up at the Little Mouse’s old home and hit it off with Little Mouse’s mother. They had the raunchiest sex anyone had ever heard of in that little hamlet, and lived happily ever after.





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