Whore-De-Vores

Cotton Eye Joe
Part 1
By Todd Little

It was a dark and non-stormy night.

On a non-descript street corner in a not-so-seedy part of town, but nonetheless seemingly so because of the fur posing in anticipation under a streetlamp, a vixen waited for a customer to come by looking for a good time.  Almost as if her being a buxomous, blond headfurred vixen alone in the dark of the night wasn’t courting trouble enough, she was clad in two pieces of body-hugging red leather and nothing else, and on that jacket and short skirt there was buttons and buckets like a memento from Michael Jackson’s “Bad” video.

The lady raccoon that happened to walk up to her passed by here routinely, and the last thing she wanted was a fur attracting the wrong type of crowd to eventually ruin her night walks.  She was a bit wider in figure then the vulpine under the streetlamp and a head shorter as well, but she still considered herself attractive to males without having to put up a neon sign to say so.  As such, she was dressed casually in a green long sleeve button-down shirt, black skirt down to her footpaws, and a warm coat of warm colors.

After pausing with her paws on her hips to look the red vixen in red over in contempt, she shook her head distastefully and padded over to her.  The vixen, seeing any attention as good attention, notices her and smiled furotically as she sized the coon up.

Running her slender mahogany-colored forepaws through her long flowing golden headfur, the vixen licked her lips and cooed bubbly, “*mrrr* Well, what can I do you for, sweet cheeks?”

At that, the coon stopped and glared at the vixen with hooded silver eyes, as her professionally groomed shoulder length brown headfur flitted lightly in the night breeze.  “’What can you do me for?’  What the hell do you think you are doing here, you… you… No, I can see clearly what you are doing here, so get lost and stop degrading our neighborhood with your lack of values, vixen.”

The vixen just snickered and swaggered and then replied cockily in her soft puppyish voice, “*yerf* Why should I? *titter yip yip mrrr* Especially when I can cuddle with cute little furs like you.”

“Gawd.  You vixen’s are such airheads when you go into heat”, the femme coon mumbled as she stepped back and then quizzed tersely, “Do you have any sense left in your fur, vixen?  Is there even an inkling of self-respect or moral value?  Do you really think any fur with any pride in their being would really want to mate with you?  I mean, look at yourself, vixen.  Find a mirror and take a good long look at yourself.  You are just asking to be raped.  Go and see how low you have sunk.  Really.  You truly are asking to be raped and slaughtered."

"*yerf* Really?", the vixen yipped, her pointy mahogany-colored ears perking up and her slanted eyes,  one emerald green, one sapphire blue, opening wide and glittering in interest.  Cooing, she ran a paw down her middle and between her thighs to smooth out her skirt and then cupped her paws under the smooth fabric supporting her two engorged orbs of fat and warm milk.  "*arrr* Why, thank you. *yap yap snicker* I wasn't sure when I was borrowing in from their original owner. *titter pant pant* He seemed so", she started before pausing to turn lift her skirt and stroke her paw pads across the still semi-fresh otter fur on the inside.  The coon lady’s equal disgust, she could now blatantly see without a doubt that this vulpine wasn’t wearing anything else under the two-piece and her muff truly was eager and begging for whatever or whomever came, "thick skinned, *mrrr yiff yiff* but oh so *merf* comfortable."

"*ugh* You have issues", the coon replied nervously as she turned to walk away as quickly and calmly as she could, as the vixen spent a moment or two, plunging a slender slickening paw into herself to rewet the inside out otter pelt with her fragrantly musky juices.

"*yiff mrrr pant pant* And you've got a nice tushy-y-y *YIPE*”, the vixen yowled with her tongue hanging out her mouth in orgasmic pleasure, crossing her legs as her nether lips clamped down on her wrist with bone crushing force and her inner muscles tried to rip her arm off and suck it into her achingly empty womb.

Yelping and yowling, the vixen lost her balance and fell to the ground, then rammed the other paw between the quivering, sopping wet muscles of her groin to distribute the tension.  Doubling over, she next tried to pry her overzealous libia open enough to stick her tongue into her muff and drink of the backed up pool of juices collecting behind her paws and dribbling between them, her womb swelling like her breasts in anticipation of the final orgasm.  All the while, the night air was filled with the rapping of her long bushy tail, it at least her height in length and maybe even her height and a half, and shaking like a desperate snake on a griddle.

The coon, scared but nonetheless of furry nature unable to ignore the vixen’s display of self-pleasure, kept looking over her shoulder, gasped when she saw the vulpine flash a wide orgasmic smile at her, and nervously commented as she walked faster, "*ugh* Why, I never."

"*yerf* Yes, yes. *yip yip* And you're long overdo", the vixen mrrred intently as she suddenly wrenched her paws out of her swollen, rock-hard muff.

A shutter ran through her body as she rolled over and scrambled to all fours, and then she was tumbling head over heels, yowling again, as a gush of phenomenal juices geyser out of her like an out of control missile, and the inside of her jacket became saturated with milk, but much comfortable to wear again.  Once she had regained control of herself and gotten back to all fours, she mrrred in satisfaction as she skipped bouncily behind the jogging raccoon, who now wished she was a skunk.

After reaching into and fumbling around in her purse, the raccooness pulls out a can of artificial skunk spray, and sighed happily.  Then, turning quickly to the pursuing vixen, she stood her ground and quickly maced the vulpine in her eyes when she was in range.

Yelping and whimpering, the vixen tumbled to the ground, rolling head over heels past the coon, as she pawed angrily at her face to try to get the smelly, burning liquid off herself.  To the coon's relief, this freely gave her time to drop to all fours and dash away.

"*mrrr* Yes. *yiff yiff* Nice tushy indeed. *pant pant snicker*", the vixen cooed, suddenly ignoring the mace on her face, as she shook herself off, laid down giggling to herself, and focusing on the panties under the raccooness's slip.  "*yip yip* I've just gotten have that piece of tail."  With that, the vixen jumped to all fours, bounded forwards, and sprinted after her chosen target.  Though being bigger and far more athletic, but heavier than her petite body might suggest, the vixen found herself loping nose to tail tip with the masked femme before the coon could turn down the next corner.  Wasting no time, and her mouth already open in panting, she surged forward, eagerly taking the thick, banded tail into her maw and down her throat. “*mrrr* Good piece of tail. *titter*”, the vixen cooed softly to herself.

The raccooness didn't have to glance behind herself to know what was going on, and so made the quick and desperate decision to attempt to turn onto the next street and whip the vixen off, regardless of the pain that might come of that.  The sultry vulpine managed to get half of her victim's tail down her throat by that time and when she saw the raccooness turn sideways, she lunged for the raccooness’s footpaw, seized it, tripped her, and as they tumbled together, the raccooness managed to kick the vixen off of her, losing only small unnoticeable clips of fur in the process.

Slightly battered and bruised from the rolling and more than a little bit winded from unsuccessfully running away, the raccooness sat up and started to stand up, but then tensed up as she felt the vixen’s slender forepaws on her shoulders and then the vixen’s tongue playfully licking in her ear.

“*mrrr* And where do you think you’re going?”, the vixen giggled bubbly, making the coon cringe as she moved her paws down and started massaging and stroking the coon’s pillowy belly affectionately.

“*pant pant* Please, no.  Please, please let me go, vixen”, the raccooness pleaded and to her amazement felt the vixen release her.  Her relief was short-lived though as the vixen slinked around her, rubbing her long bushy vulpine tail against the sides of the raccoon’s body.  She crossed her legs desperately, but the vixen only tittered and pried them open with strength far greater than her petite body would suggest.  Unlike the whimpering coon, the vixen now sitting between her legs didn’t even look winded by the chase and only panted as she smiled at the panties barring her sight on the coon’s fluffy muff.  “Please, oh please, don’t rape me.  Please!”

“*mrrr pant pant* But you’re so warm,” the vulpine cooed as she laid a small mahogany-color paw on the coon’s panties.  Then, while feeling the added heat that running her prey had produced, she slit a small hole through the soft fabric with her middle claw at the indentation that the cooness’s nether lips made into her groin and added, “*snicker yiff yiff* and you suggested it first.”

“Oh Gawd”, the she-coon whimpered, as she felt the vixen’s muzzle creep down between her legs and a tongue poke through the breached border of her panties.

Out of fear and desperation, the coon pissed on herself, but that only made the vixen giggle and greedily pull off the coon’s wet panties.  Then, as she clutched the coon’s inner thighs and lapped hungry at the fragrant flower before her, she mrrred in response, “*mmm* Yeah. *yip yip pant* Mama’s going to take good care of you *yiff yiff* Yes, yes she is.”

“Please stop.  Please stop.  Oh Gawd, please stop”, the raccooness continued to whimper as her vixen assailant snickered to herself and slinked and licked her way down the coon’s legs to her toes.  After spending a couple moments licking the coon’s footpaw pads and sucking jestingly on her wriggling toes, she started stuffing her prey’s bushy banded tail into her narrow muzzle and down her throat.

“*Mrrr*You want this”, the vixen cooed to her new mate after letting the tail slip slowly out of her throat.  Yiffing in anticipation, the vixen played her paws over the coon’s underbelly, tickling and scritching the clothed pelt as she unbuttoned her shirt.  “*mrrr* All furs want this. *yiff yiff*”, she continued as she stroked the coon’s sides, kneading them as she gently turned her over and removed her shirt. “*titter pant pant* It’s furry nature to want to be mated with and enfolded furotically in the fur of another.”

“But, I do not, vixen”, the coon protested as the vixen let her go momentarily and she turned back over onto her back, still dressed in her slip and skirt.  “Not with you.  I have a mate, and we are happy being so.  I want nothing to do with you.”

“*merf* I’ll have to remember to tell him that. *giggle yiff yiff*”, the vixen yapped as she sat on the lady coon’s legs, seized her banded tail, and stuffed it in her maw with a menacing smile.  Then, sliding back down so she was laying between her prey’s legs, she crutched her dainty paws around the coon’s thick calves and suckled thoughtfully on the tail in her mouth.  “Maybe. *yip yip* Depending on how well you satisfy me”, she warned, casually wagging her tail and stroking her paws against her pudgy prey’s legs.  Next, with no regard to restricted oxygen intake, she clutched tightly and stuffed the coon’s kicking footpaws into her mouth as well. “*mmmph giggle*” Finally, gulping and slurping the coon’s feet and tail down, she giggled uncontrollably as the long fur of the banded tail tickled her throat. *mmm mmm titter coo* Goood.”

For fear of getting bitten or clawed and having more than once felt the fox’s wicked sharp teeth prick her skin, the cooness relaxed a bit and resorted to silently whimpering.   She resolved that, if she had no other choice, she might as well make her last experience as least painful as it could be.  Nonetheless, it felt like nothing but a slow and drawn out death to her.  That's how she personally saw it as she experienced the creeping warmth of her footpaws being slurped up to her ankles by the gluttonous pred, with no sign of the vixen stopping any time soon.

However, the hungry vixen did at least slow down momentarily.  As she unzipped her dyed leather jacket to free the awaiting expansion of her groaning underbelly and let her slowly refilling ever-lactating breasts jiggle freely in the night air, she rocked her narrow maw on the coon’s calves.  Punctuated by a satisfying mrrr that escaped her lips like very few things could, at least intact, there were a couple muffled clicks as the sockets of her lower jaw popped out and her sharp sharkish teeth raked more lightly further up the coon’s soft legs.  Working her way up the coon’s body on her underbelly, her wide thighs now beginning to stretch her lips to freakish widths for a vixen or most furs, the whimpering fur going down her maw an inch per second was gladly unable to see the bulges her footpaws and legs were making.  The toes of her footpaws had already pressed through into and were wriggling and splashing in the still mostly slender foxy belly, and as she wriggled sideways, she whimpered as she saw the momentary ripples and bumps her activity made in the vixen’s midriff.

Her large and portly meal now a sure bet, she started playing with it.  Between massaging and scritching the coon’s pudgy belly and thighs, she’d stroke and fondle the coon femme’s nether lips, parting her soft petals and stroking the pulpy flesh within.  As the fingers of the vixen’s forepaws worked on the coon’s cunny, her long manipulative tongue wormed its way around the coon’s tail and started probing the anus.

“Oh, Gawd!  No.  No!  Please!  Just eat me, and get over with it! *nnngh* Damn it, vixen!”, the coon wailed as she wriggled from her assailant’s heavy petting.  “Gawddamn you, vixen!  Just get this fucking defilement over with!”

Risking the bloodshed it might cause, the coon sat up and raked her manicured claws into the vixen’s beautiful face.  She didn’t necessarily draw first blood, but she did show the first act of force, and the coon was the one to scream in pain as the vixen surged forwards, plowing her teeth points through the coon’s subtle pelt, drawing lines of blood as she moved hastily for the fragrant and adrenaline heated coon crotch.  The wailing cooness stopped the bloodwrathed vixen momentarily by pushing down on the vixen’s shoulders in desperation, but then the situation got worse for her.

Steadying herself with her forepaws on the ground almost as full breath, and her long bushy tail wagging in counterbalance, the excited vixen exerted strength beyond what her petite body, maw, and throat muscles might suggest to clamp down on her hefty prey and thrash her from side to side.  Between shakings, she’d thrust her body and gratuitously make her sharky teeth rip and tear into the coon’s legs and pelvis, spattering blood onto her pallet and all over the ground.  Finally, she pushed hard from her arms to her tail as she reversed her throat muscles, and managed to heave and hurl the coon a couple yards away from her.

Rolling and moaning feverishly, on the verge of going into shock and bleeding profusely from her lower region, the lady raccoon could only lay there as the raging vixen pounced on her.  First, the mad vulpine, her lower jaw now popped back into place, went for her portly prey’s spine, plunging her teeth into the coon’s fine layer of back fat and shaking her vigorously.  Then, snarling, the feral fox batted her prey onto her bleeding and torn back, a couple columns of her spine now swimming in the vixen’s stomach.  Next, the foxy femme fatale slashed open the coon’s well-fed belly, slammed both forepaws into the coon’s sternum, and cracked her ribcage wide open.  Finally, after a victorious yowl of delight, the vixen greedily plunged her scarred face and muzzle into the unconscious coon’s crock-pot underbelly and commenced to eat her prey from the inside out.

A quarter hour later, the vixen laid there contently on her gelatinous side, her flurry, creamy colored underbelly grotesquely distended and its contents only slightly lessened by the emergence and expanding of four, fat and milk heavy, teat turned nippled breasts to match and compete in size and output of her original jiggly pair.  As her overloaded belly burbled and gurgled busy, the ballooned foxy teasing herself by making her mate’s severed head suckle from one of her milky upper breasts, wetting its cold lips with its warm liquid content.  Snickering to herself, she eventually laid the coon head down on its side in front of her muzzle and scritched her overly engorged tummy sedately, listening to it as it jiggled and slosh with her movement.

“*belch* Well, wasn’t that fun, coony. *snicker pant pant* Lots of exercise, food, but enough yiffing”, she commented to the glaze-eyed head, the only part other than the shirt and purse, she hadn’t snacked on from the coon, even the slip, skirt, panties, and bones making their way into her throat in her feeding frenzy. “*yerf* No, there could have been more yiffing, but you had other item, didn’t you, coony? *snicker urp* So, did you have, fun? *yerf hmmm whimper* You did have fun, right? *yerf* Coony?”

As her stomach burbled in digestion, the vixen looked at the head expectantly for a while and then pawed at it.  At her prodding, it wobbled on a blood-caked cheek, and she whimpered sadly. “*whimper whimper* No? *yerf* Why not? *whine* But you asked to be raped, and when you wanted to wrestle…”  The head with the clouded eyes just stared at her hauntingly, its mouth opened up and in a half snarl as she righted it slowly with nudges of her paws. “What? *whimper whimper* “What more did you want of me?”  As her belly gurgled, she pawed at it again, and it fell on its muzzle, closing its mouth as it rolled around and started to roll away from her. “*yelp* No, no. *whimper whimper* Don’t go, coony head. *yerf* Be with your body. *yip yip* You can *urp* talk with my tummy for a while. *pant pant* You’ll surely like that.”

Before it was out of paws reach, she clamped her dainty blood-caked paws around the rolling cooness head, opened her mouth in a wide yawn, and stuffed the head inside.  Pushing further, she popped her jaw out, and stuffed it into her throat, licking her tongue around the headfur the flowed out of her mouth.  Then, wagging her tail happily and massaging her gluttonous and noisy belly with one forepaw, she tilted her head back, shut her eyes, and smiled happily, as she led the great lump in her throat that the head was making with her other paw.  When the last piece of the coon’s body had plunged into the soupy cauldron of her prominent belly, she smacked her lips, hugged her belly, rolled onto her back, and wriggled mirthfully on the ground.

“*yip yip belch* Night, night, coony”, the vixen cooed as she drummed her forepaws on her beanbag of a belly, bicycled her footpaws in the air, and swept her tail across the ground, “Yiffy dreams.”