Getaway at the Cabin


THIS STORY IS WRITTEN BY AlphaSheWolf (alphawolfxphile@msn.com), whose other stories can be found on Yiffstar

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THIS STORY IS NOT WRITTEN BY CLOUDCHASER


Vixina, Cloudchaser and Jimmy are copyright Cloudchaser Shaconage


WARNING!  STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT!  YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

There is some zoo content involving a large dog in the full version of this story.  This one has been edited
by Cloudchaser to remove the zoo content for those who don't care for zoo.  The full version with zoo can be seen here.

http://www.cloudchasershaconage.furtopia.org/getaway_at_the_cabin_2b.txt


Vixina yawned, her small white fangs glinting healthily in the gleam of the early-afternoon sun.  She stretched,
ears flicking forward with slight surprise when one black forepaw hit a rather groggy red wolf.  The wolf
turned, blinking, and regarded her for a moment before grinning, his jaws full of similar white teeth (but
larger).  "Well, we had fun this morning, didn't we?" he chuckled, stretching his paws out in all directions. 
Vixina regarded him quietly for a moment with a brilliantly green stare, then leaned forward and softly kissed
him.  "Cloudchaser..." she murmured softly.  His grin faded to a sweet smile, and he stroked her cheek with the back
of one furry reddish-cream pawfinger.

"Yes?" He watched her intently, reddish eyes reflecting the wilderness that his soul contained.  She smiled at
him.  "Nothin', darlin'," She paused.  "But Ah love yew."  "Same here--I love you." He propped himself up on one
elbow, shunting aside the blankets and then noticed the complete lack of clothing that had followed this morning's
romp through the tangle of bedsheets.  Her gorgeous, perfectly feminine and, well, vixenlike body was perfectly
smooth and glistening red despite what went on earlier that day.  Her black paws, looking as if she'd stepped
through tar, were soft and yet strong, and her one white leg shone like a star.

The gold armband she wore reflected golden light around the ceiling, and green flashed accompanied it, beamed by
the emerald-colored jewel that hung from her anklet. The thin golden chain that went around her waist and attached to her navel tinkled softly when she moved and she had a red garter edged with white lace on her right leg halfway up
from her knee that helped draw attention to her beautiful long legs and added a nice touch of femininity to
her appearence.  She also had 9 gold ball closure rings in her genitals that stimulated her with every movement, one
in the hood of her clitoris and 4 down each side of the same.  Vixina, meanwhile, gazed lovingly at Cloudchaser,
her eyes taking in every inch of him.  His fur was a bit more rumpled than hers, golden-red and tawny, lean and
muscular and masculine, yet not ripplingly bulky.  Various pendants and amulets clinked around his neck, and his
creamy belly-fur was a bit matted from some early-morning bodily fluid exchanges.

Cloudchaser interuppted the loving moment with a wicked grin and a grab at Vixina's chest. It was meant to make
her giggle, as he did not actually grab anything, and it worked; she protested in her bubbling Southern accent,
rolling away and swatting at him with black paws.  "Yew varmint!" she giggled.  "Ah don't know where yer mama taught
yew manners, but it wadn't 'round here, and 'round HERE our menfolk are polite!" Cloudchaser stuck his tongue
out playfully and ducked with a yelp of surprise as a pillow thwapped him lightly upside the head.  "Nope," he
laughed, poorly imitating his mate's accent, "you southern belles don't take no sheet from nobody." Vixina pounced
on him, and the two wrestled for a moment lightly, kissing and stroking even as they pressed against one
another, giggling and laughing.

They both collapsed against one another with sighs, nuzzling and content. Cloudchaser then pulled back, patting
his cream-furred tummy. "I'm hungry, Vix. Whaddya think, some grub sound good?" Vixina considered. "Yes, darlin'.
But ah don't feel lahke cookin' and it's a bit hot t' be eatin' hot stuff anyways.  So whut would yew
like?"  Cloudchaser considered. "Picnic sound good?" he suggested, eyebrows raised. "Nice day, after all, look at
that sun!"  "Mmmm," Vixina murmured.  "An' down by the ole' river, under them there shade trees..."  The red
wolf nodded, then leaned forward and licked his mate's cheek playfully, brushing back the dual braids that hung
down each side of her neck, the same sparkling red as her hair.

She leaned forward and kissed him, and then turned and sprang out of the bed with startling agility.  Wow,
thought Cloudchaser he'd never get over the speed with which a vixen could move, even a fur, especially the
southern-bred and -raised gals, who always seemed to have some extra spunk.  He grinned and gave chase, coming up
behind her in the kitchen and pulling her hips into his.  He nuzzled into her hair and breathed in her pleasant
vixen scent, then sighed in pleasure with his nose behind her ear.  She giggled and twisted away.  "Come on, goofy,
that tickles!" She then went to the refridgerator and began to pack.  Fresh rolls, cheese, cold sausages,
some strawberries (and there were many more berries to be picked by the riverbank), and a few chocolates, along with
a couple cold bottles of juice.  She turned and dropped the food into the basket that Cloudchaser had retrieved and
then draped the standard red-checked cloth over the whole bit.  Cloudchaser, white sheath twitching a bit, watched
her slinky nude form move out into the dappled sunlight beyond the cabin.  Damn, he thought, if only they had a
longer vacation then just one weekend...

As he followed her out of the heavy back door, shutting it carefully behind them, a nearby sharp bark made him
turn.  Jimmy, their oddly oversized border collie, was trotting down from his assumed reign on the front porch.
They suspected that Jimmy was something other than just dog, due to several physical oddities, but this was
unproven, especially since pregnancies from furs and animals were unknown.  Jimmy, however, was extremely
intelligent, quite sensitive, and instead of being twenty or so inches tall at the shoulder and about forty pounds
was perhaps thirty inches at the shoulder and one hundred pounds.

He had normal friendly, over-exuberant and energetic border collie personality, but very odd markings as well.
Instead of a black dog with a white tail tip, blaze and muzzle, white paws and legs and a white belly, the dog was
white with a black blaze and muzzle, legs, paws, tail tip and belly.  Cloudchaser patted the dog on the head,
then watched as he ran to the vixen fur.  Her butt was moving in a rather... interesting fashion, at least to her
red wolf mate.  He grinned, and ran to catch up, the various decorations around his neck jingling.

Vixina grinned as her red wolf partner danced around her, taking the basket from her and carrying it, then taking
her arm with an exaggerated air of gentlemanlyness and guiding her toward the river.  She strutted proudly beside
him, allowing the chivalry despite the fact that she often insisted on doing most of the work herself--as any
strong femme, in her opinion, should.  Sometimes the chivalry got to be too much, and a gal just had to play the
knight now and then!  For now, however, she was perfectly content strolling across the breezy summer meadow, green
grass soft under her pawpads, cool wind pleasant in the hot cicada-buzzing air.  Soon the gurgle of the brook
became apparent and the two came over a slight ridge and found Jimmy lapping noisily from the small blue river,
the shade trees swaying and rustling overhead.

Grinning, Cloudchaser hung the basket from a branch where the border collie couldn't reach it, and led his lady down
to the water's edge. Here the two first dipped in their paw toes, gasping a bit at the cold water, then slipped in
with little splashes, letting their bodies adjust to the temperature.  Soon the two were swimming and washing,
cleaning themselves from the morning's fun.  Vixina grinned, kissed the male wolf's face, and helped him wash, in a
way.  She grabbed his sheath lightly in one paw and stroked.  He yelped, head dropping under the shallow water for
a second as he twisted away.

He came up sputtering and blinking and grinning, Vixina pressing her black paws over her muzzle to stifle a
giggle.  Cloudchaser shook his head, knowing she'd only been teasing, and pretended to forget the incident.  After
a moment, however, he came up behind her and slid his paws down along her hips toward the patch of pale fur
between Vixina's thighs.  She gasped and tried to pull away, but he pulled her against him, murmuring "Gotcha" in
her black-furred ear.  She turned and nipped at him playfully, and he kissed her eyelid gently, glad that she had,
for the moment, left her gold-rimmed glasses behind. 

Soon the two were well-washed and clean, and they slipped out of the creek to shake their fur out and lay in the sun
for a bit.  Jimmy had, for the time being, wandered off, likely sniffing around the trees deeper in the small
forest.  The content couple began wolfing down their picnic food, Vixina trying to be polite and nibble but ending
up looking like a happy kid with candy.  Cloudchaser grinned: he loved her, and loved to see her happy. After
the wholesome meal, the two dozed off in the sun for perhaps an hour, lying on the spread checkerboard cloth
and watching the fluffy clouds float by overhead. Their bodies were facing one another, but for a while now they'd
been gazing up at the sky, occasionally holding hands or kissing or nuzzling one another.

Suddenly Cloudchaser's entire body spasmed; Vixina had laid her hand suddenly, unexpectedly, right on his white
furry balls! He froze, eyes white, breath a bit ragged.

"So, whaddya think, darlin'?  Tahme t' check t' make sure we cleaned up good?"  He turned his head slowly, his
reddish eyes meeting her mischeivous glinting green ones.  The grin that brightened her face made him laugh.

"I have a feeling, Vixina, that however much we may have cleaned, it's not gonna be enough.  We're going to get
very messy very, very fast."  She grinned, licking her canines playfully.

"That's th' answer Ah wanted t' heah," she growled softly.  He leaned forward and the two were soon locked in a
rather slurpy, passionate, loving kiss, her hand cradling his head and pulling him toward her.  Her other paw
strayed back down toward his groin, rubbing ever so lightly over his sheath and balls before wrapping five strong
black pawfingers around the white fluff and stroking.  He groaned into her mouth and arched against her hand,
then growled softly and retaliated by slipping his own creamy-red paw down her slim but strong stomach and down
between her thighs.  She whimpered, wanting more, pressing against his hand.

His eyes flew open and his ears flicked forward in surprise:  She was WET!  He grinned and began rubbing one paw
thumb over her clit, using the others to toy with her white-furred lips.  She had coaxed his pink cock out of
his sheath, meanwhile and was stroking him softly, running one thumb over his head, reaching down now and then to
palm his balls and roll them around lightly.  Soon he was quite hard, surprised at how full his balls felt after
this morning's romps.  Her  palm had begun to stroke him vigorously up and down and soon he was almost up to his
full, almost frightening length.  She had taken it often and was still filled by it whenever they yiffed.

It was a full foot long and about two and a half inches wide! And right now, it was hard, throbbing, and red-purple
with need.  The vixen pushed the wolf down lightly and drew her mouth from his, instead slipping down to lick and lap
at his cock, her wet tongue working over his head and under his balls. His entire length twitched as she ran her
tongue up it firmly, and he moaned softly through his panting as she ran her tongue 'round and 'round it. Then she
was tugging on his balls again, and he'd had enough foreplay.  They'd done enough of that this morning; both
needed little teasing today. 

Cloudchaser stretched his whole red furry body out against the green grass, pulling his little southern vixen onto
him.  She grinned and nipped at his ears, making him arch and gasp again.  She swung a leg over him and straddled
him, leaning close into him and moaning as she pressed herself, hot and ready, against him.  Then she began
slipping herself down his large length, his paws caressing and clutching at her hips as she enveloped him. Though
she'd taken him many times already, it was still a rather tight fit, but there was nothing wrong with this.  Any
initial pain had been wiped out by the joy of a perfect fit, and now whenever they yiffed there was nothing
but perfection.

Ears laid back, moaning, she let herself adjust to him.  Cloudchaser ran his palms up her flanks, stroking her ribs
up and down for a moment before running them up and over her breasts, thumbing her nipples and panting, his
tongue dangling from his jaws, eyes glazed a bit with pleasure.  Vixina began to slowly lift up and down
Cloudchaser's length, muscles milking and pressing around him, squeezing and stroking.  He began to groan almost
at once, and she picked up the pace, giving little yips whenever he stroked her breasts or caressed her butt.  Soon
she was loosing small spurts of wetness, making the red wolf groan.

She always did produce lots of fluid, especially near orgasm.  Before he could fathom what was happening, the
normally calm and sensible southern vixen belle was yipping and yelping and shuddering around him.  She'd
orgasmed already, judging by her panting and the liquid leaking around his thighs, but apparently this wasn't
enough, because she was bearing down on him hard, flashing her fangs now and then involuntarily as she rode him.
He began thrusting up at her a bit more firmly, hands pressing her hips against him, grunting.  His cock pulsed
and spasmed inside of her, and her muscles tightened in ecstasy around him, that and her moaning were plenty
indication that she liked what she felt.  She cried out, exhilarated at the feel of being so full, the sheer amount
of pleasure driving her swiftly closer to climax.

Vixina writhed in pleasure, panting and gasping and moaning, being thrust into and pleasured from below by her
wolf mate.  Soon Cloudchaser's knot was more than apparent.  The thick ball of muscle and flesh slipped from his
sheath and up the length of his cock.  It was quite wide, but again, Vixina was pretty much used to it.  Soon she
was banging down against it.  He squeezed her hands lovingly and down she went, brow knotting as his knot slipped
inside of her.  The red wolf groaned.  His hands roamed her body again and as one slipped to her butt cheeks
and squeezed while the other lightly squeezed her breast, she began to shudder again.   He pulled her down to him,
close to coming himself.  "I love you," he grunted into her ear, rubbing that ear between two pawfingers.

"Ah love yew," she moaned and it came out nearly strangled.  He let his eyes slip shut for a moment as his body
began to enter that amazing realm of bliss, and then he opened them, watching with loving amazement as his vixen
did what she always did, leaning back, arching, face slack yet contorted in ultimate expressions of
ecstasy.  Cloudchaser thrust up at her, his shaft jumping and pulsing. He began to grunt and groan loudly, hips
bucking toward Vixina frantically as his cock began to spurt, leaking seed strongly into her begging, squeezing
body.  Her shuddering and his combined, the noise from her possessed-sounding yipping and his deep grunts filling
the meadow.  Vixina cried out, yipping and yiffing, Cloudchaser groaning and grunting, the two shuddering
together still, the orgasm overtaking them both at once.  Then she rode him through that state of glorious release,
and the two collapsed, shivering and panting, finished for the moment. 

After a moment or two of panting, closed-eyes recovery, the two held one another close and cuddled.  He kissed her
face softly and gazed into her eyes, and she nuzzled against him, sighing contentedly, the occasional twitch of
his softening shaft and knot making her jump and gasp.  The couple exchanged breathy "I love you's" and
snuggled together, waiting for Cloudchaser's eventual withdrawal.  Vixina nuzzled against her red wolf mate, kissing
him and sighing with happiness.  They nearly snoozed, full of joy and completely content.  The love between the two
was nearly palpable. 

Soon enough, Cloudchaser's knot softened and freed itself with a slightly wet pop.  Vixena arched and whimpered as
it slipped free and Cloudchaser at once pricked up his ears to the sound. "Ahh, my vixen beauty, would you like a
bit more attention?" he murmured softly, stroking one hand over a breast to emphasize his point.  She nodded and
let loose another nonsensical, helpless sound of pleasure, and he grinned.  "My wonderful, beautiful, sexy,
stunning, quite quickly recovering vixen," he growled softly, muzzle sliding away from her ear as he had her to
turn around and straddle him facing in the oppposite direction.  Then he placed his wolf's fingers gently against
her vaginal lips, hot pads making her squirm as he pressed her lips apart lightly.  Cloudchaser grinned at his
mate, looking back at her, then placed his muzle against her lips and licked her firmly.

"Oh... Cloudchaser, hon, please, right there. I'll go fer yew too..." she moaned then, and arched, as he ran his
tongue over her furry mound. 

"Shhh... Easy there, Vixina, you tend to not make much sense when you're--AHHH...." The red wolf was cut off as a
hand tugged his furry red tail out of the way and wrapped itself firmly around his sheath, pulling it down.  He
moaned, pausing a moment in his attentions to his vixen to raise his muzzle to her waiting vaginal lips.  Then
he began to stroke and lick for all he was worth, working his tongue against her, wriggling it around and feeling
her gasp against his thickening shaft.  He squeezed his eyes shut, stifling a moan, and lightly slipped a finger
inside of Vixina, trying for her g spot.

He wriggled it inside of her, running his broad canine tongue over all of her secret places, using dexterous
pawfingers to spread her before him, sensitive and throbbing.  After a moment he slipped a second finger inside of
her, and began to run his other hand over her butt, stroking and squeezing the cheeks before lightly pressing a
finger against her tailhole.  Then he began to work his tongue rapidly back and forth over her pink clit, ignoring
as best he could her stroking, licking, sucking and rubbing, despite how good his balls felt.

After all, it was too soon; they were relatively sore, and he knew he wasn't going to be ready for a few more
minutes.  She, however, was, and Cloudchaser was not a male to ignore his mate's needs!  As he flicked his
tongue quickly over her clit, she began to moan, eventually arching beneath him, pressing her wet body against
his muzzle, leaking fluid that smelled oh-so-good all over his face.  He ventured a third finger inside the
vixen's body, pausing for a moment to lick around his protruding fingers before going back to licking madly at her clit.

She began gasping rhythmically, moaning and arching, and as more juice began to flow and the vixen began to yip, he
knew she was close.  Cloudchaser used his tongue like he'd never used it before, licking like his life depended on
it.  She cried out loudly, her orgasm set off at once.  He moaned into her folds as Vixina spasmed, shuddering
and "YIFF"ing helplessly, lost in the joyous throes of yet another orgasm.

He pulled himself firmly out of her grasp with a smirk and a shake of his head, then cuddled her close to him.
"Well," he remarked after a time. "This is turning out to be a most interesting day! How many are you up to now?"
"Ah've lost track," Vixina replied with a helpless, silly, happy grin.  He gave her a gentle kiss and sighed,
nuzzling against her again. "And," she added after a moment, "ah may be in heat, 'cause ah'm almost ready agin."
Cloudchaser pulled his head away and gawked at her, and the expression on his face must've been hilarious because
next thing he knew Vixina was rolling in the grass with laughter.

Vixina, however, was not kidding.  She was certainly aroused already, swollen, and did smell a bit of
pheremones. Perhaps her heat season WAS approaching.  Cloudchaser grinned at her as he took the scent from the
air.  Whatever it was, she was wet again already!  Luckily enough, he was almost ready now, too.  Vixina, sensing
this and horny again, grinned her wicked southern fox's grin at her mate and stood on hands and knees, grinning over
her shoulder at him.  She lifted her tail to one side, shooting a sly look at him, and the sight of her pink wetness
in the nest of white fur set Cloudchaser off.  He gladly committed, moaning as he gathered her hips back toward him.

But first, he thought, a bit of teasing...  He stroked his shaft against her clit, rubbing up and down, and explored
her wetness with the quickly-hardening head, feeling beads of vixen-juice dripping onto his cock.  He stifled a
whimper of longing, and instead whispered "So... you want this?" in Vixina's ear.  She turned, and the warning look
in her eyes was enough to drive him into laughter again.  Oh, DID she want it!  He knew better than to tease his
foxy mate for too long...  But while it lasted, it was good.

He rubbed himself against her, and finally pressed himself against her opening.  Suddenly, without warning,
the frustrated vixen pushed back, nearly shoving herself all the way down his long length.  With a startled moan,
the red wolf grasped her hips and began to slide in and out of her.  Vixina, however, apparently wanted it faster,
and perhaps harder, because she was soon thrusting backward to meet Cloudchaser's humps, both furs panting and
moaning and grunting, his neck-chains jingling against her back and shoulders.  He slid in and out, in and
out, throbbing and twitching, she arching and twisting beneath him in a furious pleasure, moaning and milking him.

Soon his knot again became apparent, and his hot, powerful body pumped it right in.  The knot slipped in with
little resistance, and the joyous moans of the vixen sent the red wolf hurtling toward the edge.  Her soft yet
strong body quivered beneath his, and after only a couple minutes of desperate, panting, yipping, dripping,
surging mating, the two began to again cry out together, his groans and grunts mingling with her frantic yipping,
his shuddering abs pressed into her shivering, quaking back. The two soared through the orgasm together, climaxing
as one, stiffening and crying out and finally collapsing together.

"Okay..." Cloudchaser finally managed to gasp after about ten tied minutes of cuddled panting.  "I think that's enough
for now."  His finally sated mate, as exhausted as he, just nodded mutely, gazing into his reddish eyes with her
brilliant green ones.  The two sighed together, and no more words were needed. For a time they would stay, snuggled
together, completely tired and finished and totally in love and content and full of that energy and joy that comes
with such closeness.  For now, they were perfectly at peace, needing only one another to be happy.

Tomorrow, of course, was another day. If only they had a few more days at the cabin... though both of them somehow
knew they'd make good use of what time they did have.

The End