The fox was asleep when I found him.

He had been left tied to a fence, arms spread along the top bar and bound at the wrists with rope, a chain around his neck holding his head against one of the fence-posts. He was wearing a harness, half undone, leather straps dangling chaotically around his body; and a strap fastened tight around his head served as a mounting point for a pair of antlers, fixed just in front of his ears.

Reindeer antlers.

The left antler was broken, the rearward-facing part snapped in two halfway through its curve. An unsuccessful repair attempt had left the top half now dangling beside the fox's snout, bumping his nose with every move of his head.

Hanging from the chain around his neck a crudely-lettered wooden board with what I guessed to be his name. 'VIXEN', it said.

I tugged on the fox's tail. When he didnt respond I tugged again, harder, yanking his rear up.

The fox yelped as he awoke, scrabbling to get his feet under him. It took him a moment to sort himself out, presenting his rump with his tail over his back, offering himself for breeding.

Under his tail, the fox's anus was open. A thin chain dangled out of the vulpine pucker, and inside I could see something green. A tag was attached to the chain with a note: 'Keep plugged when not in use.'

I pulled on the chain. The fox whimpered, his furry body shuddering as his anus bulged outward, a large green plastic ball emerging from his bottom.

I stopped pulling when the fox's pucker was stretched around the widest point of the ball, admiring how his anal opening was able to accommodate the over-sized toy. The fox whimpered again, head down and panting softly as he endured the painful stretching of his smelly vulpine hole.

I pulled again, and the green ball popped suddenly out of the fox's bottom, his anus closing quickly behind. The back side of the ball was smeared thickly with the fox's waste, so I lifted it to my snout to sniff and lick, treating my nose to the rank scent of vulpine musk and my tongue to the foul taste of his shit.

"Are you going to fuck her, or just play with her poop?"

I looked up to see that another fur had arrived while I was entertaining myself with the filthy toy. A large male reindeer (an actual reindeer, not a fox with strap-on antlers!)

"Umm .. both?" I said.

The reindeer laughed.

"Whatever gets you going, stinker." He grinned at me, "It's dinner-time. You can help me feed her, if you want."

The reindeer wasn't carrying anything that resembled food, so I had a good idea of how the .. feeding .. might proceed. The thought of it reminded my stomach that it was hungry.

"Can I have some of his .. her dinner?" I asked. The fox was definitely male, but if the reindeer was pretending he was a female I thought I should too.

The reindeer stared at me for a moment.

"You want...?" he began. Then stopped and shook his head, "Sorry, stinker. She gets it all until she's finished her training."

I nodded, disappointed. But then I remembered I was still holding the filthy green ball, so I consoled myself by licking more of the fox's shit off that while I followed the reindeer to the other side of the fence (there was a convenient gap a few yards from where the fox was tied).

The reindeer gripped the fox's fake antlers and used them to pull the fox's nose into his crotch. The fox whined, but he opened his jaws enough to allow the reindeer to use the fox's lips to push his sheath back, pushing a few inches of his musky-slimy reindeer-sex into the fox's mouth.

Fox-lips closed around smelly, unwashed reindeer-cock. Fox-tail flicked and curled unhappily in between his legs. Fox-throat pulsed, swallowing hot, bitter mouthfuls of the reindeer's piss as the bigger male urinated into his mouth.

I crouched down beside, nosing around the fox's mouth as he drank, licking at trickles of reindeer-piss that overflowed his mouth and ran down his snout.

Hot, stinky reindeer-piss. Mmm.

The reindeer grunted, pulling his still-pissing cock out of the fox's mouth to finish emptying his bladder into the fox's face (and over my nose), soaking the fox's face-fur with his fragrant liquid waste.

And then the reindeer pushed the fox's antlers back, forcing his snout up, and moved to bring his anus over the fox's mouth.

The fox whimpered, opening his jaws reluctantly as the reindeer's anus bulged towards his mouth, the big deer toileting into the waiting vulpine maw, a mess of soft brown reindeer-turds pushed out of his bottom and into the fox's mouth.

Reindeer-shit piled into the fox's open muzzle. I pressed my nose to the side of the fox's snout, sniffing, getting the musky-dirty scent of cervine feces, sticking my tongue in between his teeth to lick and taste the reindeer's rank animal waste.

I whined, drooling into the fox's mouth as I teased myself with tastes of his filthy meal. The fox whined, and I had to pull my tongue from his mouth as he closed his jaws, his furry body shaking as he swallowed, retched violently, and swallowed again, gagging and shuddering as he took the reindeer's waste down his throat.

The reindeer patted the fox's head.

"Good girl," he told him.

The fox coughed and spluttered messily, decorating his snout with dribbles of his saliva mixed with the reindeer's filth.

"Thank you, Mr Donner-sir," he said.

The reindeer waited, expectantly.

The fox looked at the reindeer, and at me. His tail curled tighter, and he gulped.

"Mr Skunk.." He paused, looked at the reindeer again, and then, in a nervous, squeaky rush, "..please feed me your shit."

The reindeer moved away from the fox's head so I could take his place, my paws holding the fox's antlers and using them to pull his head up, moving his snout into position beneath my tail.

The fox squeaked, struggling a bit as his nose was assaulted by the foul reek of my filthy asshole, the raw stink of my skunk-musk and skunk-shit. I tightened my grip on his antlers, holding his snout there, and farted into his nostrils; a long wet fart spattering my stinky, sticky musk-oils into his nose.

The fox snorted violently, antlers jerking as he tried to pull his head back, but I held him in place, now shifting slightly to bring my anus to his lips.

The fox's mouth stayed closed. Until the reindeer prodded him.

"Do you want to be in the team, Vixen?" he asked.

The fox whimpered, but now he opened his jaws, his lips pressed around my anus as I started my toilet, soft logs of my nasty, foul skunk-shit drenched in my stinky musk, my raw filth pushed out of my bowels and into his open mouth.

Skunk-shit is much stinkier and nastier than reindeer-shit. The reindeer had to prod the fox again before he would swallow my waste, wrapping his hand around the fox's snout to keep his mouth closed as the vulpine struggled to keep his meal down; swallowing, retching and vomiting, and then swallowing again the regurgitated filth.

"You'll have to do better than that, Vixen," said the reindeer.

The fox whimpered.

"I'm sorry, Mr Donner-sir! I can do better, I promise!"

The reindeer turned to me. His hand went to my sex, quite erect now, and stroked along my slimy, smelly shaft. He grinned.

"You want to fuck her now, skunk?" he asked.

I chuffed and nodded.

"I do!" I said.

Back on the other side of the fence, I gripped the fox by his hips. He raised his tail for me willingly enough, presenting a pucker that bulged promisingly, suggesting he was holding a good load of his waste inside his bottom.

I took a moment to stroke my fingers over the fox's smelly, dirty, sexy hole. Then I dug my fingers into the fur around his hips, pressing my claws against his flesh, pressed the tip of my swollen sex to his bulging pucker, and thrust firmly, forcing my hard black skunk-cock into his bottom.

He was indeed quite full inside. Fox-shit squished around my shaft inside his rectum, some squeezing out of his stretched hole to dirty his rump and my crotch as I fucked him, more pushed back deeper inside as I thrust, making him groan with the discomfort of his over-full bowels as I pleasured myself in his filthy passage.

I leaned forward, covering him with my dirty, stinky body, gripping his antlers and pulling his head back, kissing him and tasting my skunk-shit in his mouth. I thrust, hard and deep, enjoying the mating with this strange reindeer-fox, pounding my throbbing skunk-cock into his stinky, shit-filled bowels.

I was almost at my climax when the reindeer moved behind me. I stopped my thrusting when I felt his hands on my hips, hiking my tail to present to him, offering my own filthy, stinky asshole for his use.

Reindeer-cock nudged against my pucker, thrusting into me, hot and long -- so very long -- his slick shaft rubbing over my sensitive sprayers. He thrust, and I felt the full length of his sex inside me, my pucker stretched around his base, squeezing my stinky glands, his tip buried somewhere deep into my guts.

The big reindeer thrust into me, and I hunched over the fox's body, pulling on his antlers and twisting his head to bite at his throat as my cock jerked sharply inside his bottom, climaxing into him, spurting my slimy-rancid skunk-seed into the mess inside his bowels.

Chrrrr...

My cock sputtered, dribbling out the last of my seed, spent inside the fox's bottom, and I rested my hot, smelly, sweaty body on his back, chewing his throat as the reindeer continued his mating thrusts into my backside, my sensitive post-orgasm insides feeling every inch of his long cervine cock in my rectum and in my bowels.

The long mating was becoming painful now. I could feel the stinging inside my bottom as the musk-oils leaked from my over-stimulated anal glands.

Another dull pain I identified as coming from my bladder.

I needed to pee.

I bit down harder on the fox's throat, holding him in place (he couldn't have moved anyway, but my instincts wanted the biting hold), my body pressing down on his as I relaxed and let my bladder open, urinating into his bowels, adding my potent, stinky skunk-piss to the mess that filled his bottom.

The reindeer climaxed while I was pissing, his long, hot sex pulsing in my stretched passage, spurting his thick, slimy seed deep inside my stinky furry body.

Chrrrrr!

The reindeer pulled out of me almost immediately his climax was over, his spent sex dripping with deer-cum, filthy and reeking of skunk-musk and shit. He wiped it briefly on my tail, cleaning off the worst of the filth before letting it settle back in his sheath. He found the green ball which I had dropped in the mud and (when I had finished emptying my bladder and pulled my cock out) shoved the dirty toy back into the fox's bottom.

The fox yelped as the ball was forced back into his over-full bottom, blocking his hole and holding inside all his filth (and my cum and my piss).

"Please, Mr Donner-sir," he whimpered. "I need to poop."

The reindeer petted his rump.

"Maybe tomorrow," he said.

I have decided that all that stinky, nasty mess inside the fox's bottom needs to be in my stomach, so I am going back tomorrow to help the reindeer with training him some more.