The Fox and The Rat	by	aethelfox	
		ᚫᚦᛖᛚᚠᚩᛉ	
nsfw | 14/4 [14 minutes long, 4 minutes to the good stuff]
gay | furry | fox | rat | oral | fully body
this isn’t vore, i swear
“Why hello there, my dear rat friend.” came a booming voice from the world around. The rat, in a panic, twisted his head back towards the entryway. There before him stood the towering figure of an orange and white monster, canid and carnivorous to contest him. The beast was only lithe in the comparative sense—smaller than other creatures—but, to the rat, he was a giant, with thick covering of muscle and fury over every inch on his body.
“Not thinking of running from a friend, are you?” asked the fox with a sinister smile. Pearly whites dotted the fox’s maw, voracious and threatening to the tiny creature. The rat’s eyes grew wide, pupils becoming points at the sight. He didn’t respond to the question, but instead froze in the horror of the situation in which he found himself.
“We are friends, right?” asked again the fox. He sat, blocking the exit well with his large body. The rat franticly glanced around, searching his best for an escape route. Anything would do! Even just a small nook to hide away from the fox, a cover from horror as he dug a pathway to freedom. But nothing of value was found. The only exit was through the vulpine menace. He was trapped. He had no chance now except diplomacy. If only words would come to him! He smiled timidly and tried to speak, but only nervous laughter came out.
“Can’t be nervous around friends, now can we?” asked the fox with a concerned look, eyes fixated on his twitching prey. The rat took the time to shake slightly in fear. The fox’s lips twisted to a devious grin at the sight, and he spoke again. “Why don’t you come a little closer for warmth?” At the words, the fox laid down, feet in the den and back covering the exit. The rat’s voice was muted, but he realized the fox could no longer attack while lying down. Was he serious about being friendly? It was worth a shot. He approached the prone animal, snuggling up just at his chest.
“There we are dear friend.” said the fox in response. He moved his foreleg back, wrapping the rat with the best embrace that animals can effect. The warmth was pleasant to the rat. The winter had been harsh, with many a-nights of shivering cold, alone in the dark. Finding this den was a life’s savior, but he knew how tenuous his luck might be. An entryway so big allowed monsters in, such as the one he was huddled against.
“Why don’t you tell me about your day?” asked the fox, trying to warm the rodent. The rat, noting that he’d not yet been killed, relaxed just enough to respond. “I-it was ok, all things considered. Finally found some food in this dreadful season haha.” His voice was laced with terror, barely contained in the scenario. Only able to be forced out by the larger fear of not responding.
“Yes… food always makes a day better.” replied the fox. “Warmth too, I reckon.”
“Y-yes, thank you.” squeaked the rat, timidly.
“Just a shame you’ve got no company here… Lucky for you, I can provide some amount of companionship.” said the fox. A soft thump-thump began to fill the air as the fox began to make his tail dance. Each impact startled the rat, but his heart began to calm as nothing came of the strikes. They were just the reflection of an animal’s joy at finding a friend.
“No family?” asked the fox in a deep, guttural tone.
“N-no.” replied the rat.
The fox smirked, then spoke again after a short pause “So how long’s it been?”
“Uh… it?” asked the rat, confused so by the question. ‘It’ could mean so many things… too many to count… and one maybe to avoid counting.
The fox pulled his paw, bringing the rat just that little bit closer. “You know… since you were able to put out that… fire… that us men know?”
“It… just becomes a dull background noise after some time. I just ignore it.” replied the rat.
The fox dropped open his maw, grin to wide for lips alone. “Oh, sure, you can ignore it… But wouldn’t it be nice if there were someone to help?” At the word ‘someone’ he pulled the rat further into his chest, breathing heavy before loosening again.
Ticklings began in the rat’s brain. Something wasn’t right. Something wasn’t right with this whole scenario. And he thought he knew what. But dodge the mind must, too taken aback by haunting implications. “There’s no ladies in these parts though…” whispered the rat.
The fox laughed in a low growl. “No, there aren’t, are there? Just us two. Hmm… and those women are devilish things. Maybe there’s a solution without them?” He paused to contemplate, thinking of the thoughts driving wild inside him. About the cause between his legs, and, perhaps, the solution.
“You like nut and seed, right?” asked the fox with a sinister smile, twisting the world to match his evil grin.
“Uh… nuts and seeds.” said the rat, attempting to effect a plural.
“Nut and seed, yes.” replied the fox. No plural there, and its absence made the rat tense again. The fox began to shift slightly, splaying his rear legs just a touch more for the world to see. With the move, he took his forepaw and pressed a digit just to the side of the rat. A coxing motion was all that was needed to turn the rodent to face downstream.
“If you’d like to have a sample, I surely wouldn’t stop you.” toyed the fox. The rat could sense the implications. He also could smell the heavy musk from the animal in rut. Breeding season drew close for the foxes, and the males always became restless. The rat had figured out why he had not been eaten yet. There was only one way to ensure he stayed outside the vulpine’s belly. The fox wasn’t asking.
His timid footfalls brought him close to the swellings further south. The red foxtip poked violently from the sheath, slick with the wetting of pre. The rat sniffed at it cautiously, before prompting a question. “What do you want me to do?”
“Well, seeing how willingly you did what I asked…” started the fox. “…then I have to imagine you’re pretty smart. I’d sure you can figure out something.”
The fox had offered nut and seed, so the rat thought first to use his mouth. He opened wide and pressed his face forward, trying to take as much of the vulpine in as he could. While his effort was valiant, he could barely fit the head inside before a wall was met. The foxhood, though, much appreciated the touch and began to spring to life. Blood flowed to the needy member, swelling with a throb. The rat pulled back, rubbing just the tip and triggering a primal response.
A fat glob of pre jettisoned from the red monster, painting the rat’s mouth with its sinister taste. The rat’s eyes split in horror, and his mind screamed. The taste of a predator was just injected inside of him. All his senses told him to run. But he only squirmed slightly, swallowing the fear, then pressed his head forward again, bringing the beast back into his body. It throbbed further, swelling against the maw and cutting a pain into the rat. Two throbs and it was already too big. How many more would follow?
His mouth barely pulled free of the growing mast. He didn’t need to try to take it in again. It wouldn’t fit, and even if it did, the next throb would put him under. But how else could he please the red monster? He pondered, just a bit to long for the fox’s liking. The vulpine opened his maw and pushed out a slow, noisy breath. The growly noses reminded the rodent about what would happen if he failed to please.
He had to act, not think. He placed his forepaws around the inflating rod and hoisted himself up, wrapping the menace with his body. He could feel it tensing and growing under the thin cover of skin. His face pressed roughly against the head, forelegs barely long enough to link behind it. And he couldn’t help but note that his own sensitive bits were pressed against the foxy wrath.
He began to pump and twist with his body, trying to push feeling into the fox. The hidden need responded with another throb, challenging his grip. But more challenging was the movement effected by the fox as he began to turn over to his back. The rat gripped tight, and the creature rolled, sheath bobbing dramatic at each flex and turn. The rat landed back-first upon the underbelly, making the swelling rod jostle in it hide. It weighed heavy on his prone body, forcing struggle into the tiny creature.
“You gotta get… grr… gotta get that knot free, boy.” commanded the fox, barely holding back his pent-up anger.
‘Get the knot free. Fuck! How do I do that?’ thought the rat. He continued toying for a moment, surmising a plan. The first task was to draw the sheath down to it. He gripped he forepaws and drew down, pulling the floppy skin down past the thicker part of the initial shaft. He took a moment to breathe, feeling the knot hardening between his legs and driving its way into his own unaddressed desire. No time to stop, only time for action. He pulled his rear legs up and pushed down with his might, straining the sheath against the swelling knot. With a kip, he forced the container past the midline of the knot.
Past the point of greatest stretch, tension took back over. The sheath yanked down, pulling the rat’s legs with it, and leaving his chest to slam against the meat of it. The impact took his breath, and the weight of the knot kept him from inflating his chest. He quickly unlocked his legs and pressed his feet into the fur of the fox, finding a footing, and pressed hard to lift the throbbing jut. He was barely able to lift the mast high with his breath taken so but managed it with dutiful strength. The fox responded with another spurt of pre, launching it into the air and showering it upon the rodent.
Now the raw shaft braced before him, hardening quick. Much more work was yet to be done. He stepped in closer to the beast to bring his whole body to bear, his furry underside pressing hard onto the tower. And he resumed where he had left of, rubbing against the twitching madness. The fox made verbal his appreciation, making moans laced with authority.
The rat was reacting less to the terrifying smell of predator now. Instead, he was growing to appreciate a new smell. And that was of a male in need with pent-up loins, ready to be released on a moment’s notice. The juices that had bathed him so far had a queer muting effect on his mind. His thoughts were becoming cloudy, and he quickly forgot that there was an escape from this room. He could have twisted to the right and dove through the hole, dashing into the cold snow before the fox could follow. But his mind was being possessed by other primal needs. He knew of the same desire that the fox had, and any sexual contact was enough to trigger a response.
The rat wrapped his tail beneath the throbbing knot, gripping it with what little pressure he could muster. It added to his rhythmic body, pressing and rubbing the red protrusion with earnest. His own hidden prominence began to emerge, encouraged by the friction between. It started with a subtle poke before climbing free from his hold. His rubbings legs slowly turned to thrusting humps, bashing the vulpine member with his hardening rod. He shot forth his own dose of pre, just enough to keep his activating hips from doing harm. The foxbody had decided that this wasn’t enough, and another glob of vulpine lube began to bubble from the point. It dribbled down the length, wetting the rat’s fur and drifting south to his pointed rage.
The goo felt sinister to his working body, but he couldn’t contend the knowledge. Too much inertia was behind this act now. His mind could no longer pay attention to the outside world. He could be snapped up by voracious jaws any moment and wouldn’t even squeak to struggle. All his focus was on the rubbing and thrusting. And he had just a little more body to bring to bear. He pressed his lips on the point of the tip, sampling again the liquid taste of the vulpine.
He could feel the cock throbbing against his body. It bobbed with the vulpine’s shaking body and muted, angry grunts. Its release was imminent. Nearly over the mountain top. Push. His own tiny point ground against the knot in his accelerating rhythm, trying to bring relief to the needy giant. His rubbing paws and kissing mouth coaxed as best they could, trying to summon forth the needed cream.
The fox inhaled a sharp breath. His body flexed and bucked. The rat could feel the delivery as it shot though the stunning rod. He had no time to prepare. The hot spurt of foxcum slammed into the back of the rat’s throat. Thick cream painted the rodent’s maw and surged free of his engaged lips. The rat twitched as the choking feeling gripped him. He pulled his head free in reaction. But one shot does not a breeding make, and the fox unloaded again, right into the face of the struggling rat. Moans erupted into the air, pushed out by the pent-up fox, and further shots pumped out.
With nowhere to go, the rat coved the tip with his chin, conceding to the angry rod’s powerful release. Seed leaked down on each shot, plastering his fur with its sticky violation. His scanning eyes locked on to a curious sight: the fox’s twins, fat and tense, twitching before each rope fired free.
How pent up the fox was quickly became apparent. Four shots? Five? Six? The rat lost count. He could only focus on keeping his body tight and blocking the never-ending stream. It was seasoning him well, soaking into his fluffy fur and breeding warmth into his body. He shook slightly, part from the rocking madness and part from the deluge. He was now not much more than a foxcum rag.
Pulses continued along his body, the swelling and thickening of each passing rope. Of note was the terrifying size of the knot, bulbus and solid, pretending to be locked within a prey. The rat recalled just minutes ago when it was flat and of no note. Now it was a giant monster, so grateful to his small, furry body.
The shots began to slow as the fox’s tank neared empty. He had only so many heavy ropes to free into the world. The rat lowered his chin to inspect his work, only to be met with a final shot sailing past his face. It splattered heavy along his back to coat his body in its entirety. The fox gasped a relaxed, weary gasp as his body quieted in the night. The rat thought better than to move and waited for the fox to respond. After a few moments of catching his breath, he finally did.
“I thought you liked nut and seed.” queried the fox between ragged breaths.
“…Nuts and seeds.” replied the spunk-covered mouse.
“…Ah, my mistake.” replied the fox as he leaned his head closer to the commotion. “Thankfully, I like nut and seed myself.”
The fox’s tongue dashed out from his maw, striking the rat with its moderate force. The rat squeaked in surprise, expecting it to be his end. Instead, the tongue lashed lovingly at the rodent’s fur, digging in deep to pull the stinging stain free. The rat realized again that he was still alive. The moist laps were a blanket of warmth to clean a friend, assistance to the assistor.
The forceful tongue drove into the standing rat, upsetting his balance and making him lean into the still dribbling rod. The fox worked from tail to head with long, slow licks, bathing the rat and tasting his cornucopia of flavors. The rat held still the throbbing need and let the fox enjoy the lapping.
Not much goo was found on the rat’s back. He’d contained it well, letting it spill to his front and down onto the vulpine. The fox called in response. “Turn and face me, why don’t you?” The rat released the rod, twisting his spunk-covered body around. He saw a sight that started him again: the nose of a predator ready to strike. And out struck the tongue again, lapping at the sticky vermin. It found the rat’s soft underbelly, ticking the sensitive skin until it slipped further south.
The rat’s mind stood at attention as the vulpine tongue danced against his needy organs. Each lap was a new wave of attention, stiffening his body as the fox worked. His trembling body could hardly hold itself up, and he leaned to the drooping canine member behind for support. The vulpine tongue curved further under, tickling the rat’s tailhole with the touch of slick slobber. The rat couldn’t help but gasp with explosive breaths, shaking under the care of the fox.
The tongue on his lower half was a blanket of pleasure against his pent-up being. His rear leaned into the attacking organ. His heavy pair slapped down with weight after every lap of that languid tongue. And his tapered rod twitched with every touch of that red monster. The months without a mate caused a deep tension within, and the excitation of rubbing against that vulpine member proved nearly overwhelming. His body was already tingling with such ample direct assistance. He couldn’t hold it in. He’d have to hope the fox was there to please and not just lick.
One last hard, languid lick smacked his jutting pink. He clenched his teeth as the upwelling amongst his twins began to stir. The strike on his rear of the next lap in line was enough to push him over the edge. His mousehood throbbed, shooting a heavy line of spunk into the air. He shouted at the feeling, hips twitching as the vulpine tongue continued dragging up his body. His heavy pair clenched and tightened, finally able to unleash their cream. And more shot forth, now onto the back of the fox’s tongue.
The vulpine responded to the emotion by shortening his laps, focusing on the front parts and lapping up the spilled goo as the rat convulsed in his ecstasy. There was something deep and powerful about unloading into such a big creature. The rat’s paws gripped at the white muzzle before him, commanding the fox to stay in place. The fox obeyed, lapping up all the good flavors the world had to offer.
A swelling sense of comfort washed over the rat. He was safe amongst the fox’s company. His twitching nethers were brought to joy by the loving touch of a friend. He gasped his little, rat breaths amongst the waning release, smiling to show his inner feelings.
“More nut and seed than I expected.” quipped the fox, smiling back at the prone rat. The rodent gasped happy in response, not quite back to the land of the living. The fox didn’t wait for words. Instead, he resumed his work of cleaning the vulpine cum, and now rodent cum too, from the rat’s fur.
“Not to forget your cute face too. Oh, you poor thing.” sang the fox, lashing out his tongue again. The rat twitched and closed his eyes, too weak to respond. Being bathed in a wet organ, directly upon his sensitive and vulnerable face should have been troubling to the rat, but his mind could no longer contain shock. His swimming thoughts of relaxation were a sea for the mind to drown in. He let the fox strike again, to rid the final bits of mess from his figure.
The fox’s tongue slurped back up into his mouth, swallowing the stinging cum back into his body. The active cessation and noisy gulp caught the rat’s ear. He drooped opened his eyes to look longingly back up to the fox, but was met instead with an open maw, rows of white, violent teeth, and an endless void behind.