MOUSEFOX.TXT (M/M, Mouse/Fox) By SwampRat (cl) 1997 Gay Furry Association Note - This story is Not about any character in a certain series involving mice, rats, foxes, and other woodland creatures who go about killing each other. It could be.. But it isn't. * * * * * Moss came to the same spot every day to chop wood. Not so much it was a great place to find wood, but for the view. A gentle stream, sun-dappled leaves, red fur on a body he yearned for with all his heart, and being. He could smell the musky scent when he dared stop and watch the male work. Hiding behind a largish tree he would wait, panting softly as the fox would take his homespun shirt off, shuck his pants and work clothed only in his fur in the warm sun. Moss would gnaw at his knuckles when, due to exertion - Or perhaps something else? - a bit of pinkish flesh peeked out of it's holder at him when the fox stood, stretched, waited, body aglow in the light. Only when the male moved again did he scamper back to his place, already so hard his crotch hurt. He would disrobe and work like crazy until the tenseness was replace by a glow of tired muscles. He would do his own stretching, giggling as he looked at his erection. "Behave." he would say, slapping it lightly. Then a washing off by the waterside and he would toss his own clothes back on, whistling as he dragged his sled full of wood back to his little village. * * * * * Red watched the mouse until the figure vanished beyond a rise. His teeth clenched he would also wash himself in the stream, wanting the grey furred rear in his paws. He had felt eyes on him some time ago when he came to cut wood here, and thinking it was one of the females from a nearby village, decided to flaunt himself a little.. He was hot anyway, and it took but a moment to remove his pants, such as they were. The breeze felt good in his fur and tickled him. He went on cutting, letting whoever see his body well. A downward breeze brought a scent.. of a Mouse? A Male Mouse... Well. He stretched turning slowly, giving his watcher a good look, grinning to himself. Then it was back to work, for even as much as he enjoyed being watched, it didn't put bread on the table, or keep one warm in winter. That was a month ago. Every day he stripped for his secret admirer, sometimes watching the mouse work, but always careful to stay downwind. This time - he stayed for a moment longer, wondering if what he felt was what others called it. Then he snorted, even as his paw rubbed his aching crotch. "Yeah - Excuse me Ma'am. My name is Red and I would like your permission to shack-up with your son as lovers." The moment it left his tongue, as bitter as it tasted, he knew it was true. His heart was taken by a mouse... Cupping his swollen nuts he made himself walk back to his clothes and dress, wincing. No amount of head-shaking or growling or even slapping his muzzle him feel differently. Taking the rope heavily over his shoulders, he dragged the load down to his humble cottage, putting some away for the winter, taking the rest down to a cache, where an otter paid him for the wood in goods and sometimes a coin or 2. * * * * Moss lay down on his cot and thought to himself about the male who had daily made his heart race. Could it be possible? None of the local females - Hell, No one in his village made him feel like the fox did. Being an orphan gave him lots of time to think about things, and he liked to lay in just his fur on the bed. A cool draft ruffled his belly fur as he rubbed his legs, wincing every now and again. He had been a Little too zealous with the axe, made a bigger pile than usual.. And he Had to help Clara and Tom, with her being ill and all. And now he was paying for it. He thought of bigger claws rubbing his weary muscles, touching him intimately. He closed his eyes hands moving to his chest, to tweak his nipples, moaning. He turned on his belly, burying his muzzle in his pillow. His hips rose up and he thought of being under the bright red furred male, almost feeling the strong arms enfolding him, the heavy panted breath on his neck. He squealed, a few strokes all that was needed to explode into the sheets. His body hunched a few times, then slid down into the sticky morass, quickly moving from orgasm to sleep. The scent of his own hot male body and his seed still wafting in his nostrils as he faded. Perhaps it was that tiredness that made him over sleep. Perhaps something else, but whatever it was, Moss didn't wake until the sun was well up. 'Oh Shi..' he jumped into his pants, grabbed a shirt, and packed a lunch as quickly as possible. His axe was tossed on the sled and he almost Ran out of the village towards the cutting place, working up a good sweat even before he arrived. He could hear the sounds of an axe falling in it's usual place so he grinned and relaxed a bit. "Damn.. Not even time to wash up." He *Eeep*'d as he pulled his pants down, fur pasted around his crotch and belly. A cool breeze ran across him and he sighed at the wonderful feeling. Off came the shirt and he started in, not wanting to lose any more time.. * * * * Red smiled as he heard the mouse come in late. 'My My.. slept in, did we?' He sighed, thinking of sleeping in with someone like the grey mouse, maybe even not going to work That day because they wanted to make love instead. He shook his head, and stopped for a moment as a breeze sprang up. It was a good thing, otherwise he would have cut his foot off. The axe *Thunked* into the wood as a scent quite unlike anything the fox had ever smelled jerked his head around and made him sneak over to watch the mouse work. * * * * Moss was tired. He had not eaten and even though the pile of wood was small, he had to stop. He lay in the shade of a big tree, panting heavily.. "Just a quick rest, then I will continue." He ate a little of the bread he brought, drank some water from the jug he had sitting beside him and as another breeze lulled his tired body, fell into a half-sleep. and thence into full slumber. His dreams were filled with erotic scenes of him and the fox making love to each other endlessly, finally lazing in bed, the canine licking his cum-covered crotch as he moaned and dug his hands into the sheets. "Oh Lover.. Lick me.." * * * * Red followed the smell up the path to find the mouse asleep, sprawled out on the grass. he chuckled to himself, and shook his head. Then the mouse moaned something.. 'Lick me'? He didn't hear that right.. Pink hands reached above matted fur as if stroking something. "Oh Fox.. Lick my balls. Gods I love your tongue." The canine's jaw dropped. Impossible! He stepped around the tree to watch as grey-furred hips lifted. "Oh Love.. Not my Ass! Ohhhhhh..." The Mouse rolled over, exposing himself, coming up on all fours. "Mount me.. Fuck your little mouse's ass. I need you so badly!" The grey hips wriggled and lust burned away any hesitation the fox may have had. His cock jutted out, swelling rapidly. "Of course I will fuck you.." He knelt, watching as his lover's head dropped to be cradled in grey arms, and snored softly. But the hips stayed up, inviting Red's hard cock. The fox spit on his dick, and placed it in the junction of tail and ass, slowly pressing inward. "Oh Godssss.." The hole was almost too tight, making him work for every last inch. His balls were blue-veined, and so painful the fox almost stopped to jerk-off.. Then the mouse twitched, and Squeezed him. Red shoved every last inch he could into that tight hole and screamed as the strongest orgasm of his life ripped his balls off, shoved his spine through the back of his head and stomped all over his body. Fingers dug into ground, fur, skin.. The hips tried to hump, then gave it up as a bad effort, the firehose pulsating as it blew cum just as fast as the churning nuts could make it into the sweetest ass ever. The fox shivered uncontrollably, orgasm sending him to oblivion.. * * * * Moss awoke to the sound of a heavy wheezing.. And his ass Hurt. Something seemed to be stuck in it, and he could feel some warm liquid spilling inside him. he tried to move to get whatever it was out.. but he seemed trapped by something big and warm.. and furry... And smelling of - Oh Gods! His eyes snapped open, and he looked at the big male who held onto him stronger than any doll he had ever clutched in the dark of night. He shifted, squeezing the intruder in his rear... And his blanket yowped, bit him, then shuddered, more sticky warm fluid spraying into him. The nip made him moan, and wriggled, half crouched under the big male. A head flipped on his shoulder. "Don't move... Please." The blanket wheezed. Moss grinned and wriggled his hips a little more, liking the pain in his ass.. He pushed back squeezing again. "Oh Gods. Ooh Gods.. Oooh Gods!" Hands Gripped him, as the blanket twitched. The mouse giggled.. Then screeched as a tent-stake was shoved into his ass. Something huge ripped him open and burned all the way into his guts. He scratched the ground, trying to get away from the pain.. Fingers dug into his thighs, holding the mouse in place until with a shudder and a dual screech everything stopped moving. * * * * Red could not breath, could not move, Could not think.. His sheath nestled against a ring of flesh, telling him his knobs were inside the male under him. 'Tied? Oh Gods!' He Hugged the mouse fiercely, Kissing his ears, his neck, his shoulders. "Tied.." he moaned, slowly falling to his side, paws stroking the male's body, Whispering all his dreams and desires into a twitching ear, his calloused hand gripping the not so small cock jutting out, seeming to invite his touch. * * * * Moss panted, as he felt a hand stroking him, for the first time not his own. Nothing had ever felt like this. His ass throbbed painfully, fighting with the pleasure of his cock, the words growled into his ear made him go crazy as he wriggled, wanting to hump that tight fist wrapped around his dick. "Oh Yes Lover.. Yes I want you too. Yes I want to sleep with you, Love you.." There it was said. Neither of them moved a minute as both adjusted to things. "Love? the fox said, not hearing right.. Then Hugged the mouse so hard he squeaked, and his ribs creaked. "LOVE!" he shouted, not caring Who heard. "I love you too!" He covered the grey mouse muzzle with kisses, getting as many in return. The mouse goggled and rubbed what he could, giggling, then moaning, the squealing as his cum spurted out into the grass, squeezing the big dick inside him, knowing he wanted to sleep with it in him for as long as he lived. The whole afternoon was spent in nuzzles and kisses and yeeps as they kissed. With a sigh Red pulled his maleness out slowly, and Moss turned to admire it, stroking it, feeling it with his hands. They washed together and took their half-empty sleds down to their respective houses. * * * * Red was early the next morning, wanting to get done so he could spend time with his new love. Morning came and went. No Moss. Afternoon, came... No Moss. The fox sighed and piled his gear in his sled and dragged himself home. Maybe it Was too much to ask. There were Both males. Of different species. He drew his blanket up around himself and as a single tear ran down his cheek, he went to sleep, waking often. Dawn came and he was up, red-eyed. He took the sled up, knowing another few days was all he had before the rainy season came and he would have to say in. The fox chopped for a while, stopped and listened, and chopped some more. Was it? Faintly he heard something. Perhaps... Sneaking off he followed the sound, to where someone was diligently chopping. Already naked, he quietly made his way up, getting ready to pounce on... The wrong mouse. His jump turned into a leap for the bushes, where he made for the nearest tree and hid himself behind it. She stood and looked around, sniffing the air. Then chuckled to herself and continued working, muttering about boys and pranks. Red quickly made it back to his clothes and tossed his load on the sled and made a run for his house. He got what few supplies he wanted to last the snow-covered months ahead and walked to his empty house storing his tools and things. Then walked inside. A fire was going, and something smelled wonderful. Thinking relatives had come to visit, he called out "Hello?" Something grey and furry and warm knocked him over and covered his muzzle with kisses. "Hello Love.." "But I... But you weren't... And I thought..." He Hugged his beloved mouse, crying unashamedly. "I had a sick friend to tend to. And packing took a day. And you are not so close I can just walk over here with a sled-full of stuff you know." He kissed his fox deeply and lovingly. "Now shuck those clothes and come eat, you must be starved.." Red grinned. "I am.." And picked Moss up, running into the bedroom with him. They spent hours exploring each others bodies with lips and tongues and hands, making love for hours on end until with a final grunt Red tied his lover to him again, enveloping the mouse in red fur and falling asleep. Moss did so too, wriggling his hips, rubbing the leg draped over his. "Forever Love.." He promised, getting a sleepy response and a kiss on his cheek. Then both were asleep, as the first snow of the winter came to blanket everything in white. The End