3. The Vixen
The next morning, Sozont woke up hungry. Well, that's the wild life
for you: always wake up hungry, and who knows how long it will take to rustle
up some breakfast?
Sozont sniffed around for awhile, and eventually came
across a vole. They're hard to catch, so Sozont carefully crept forward,
trying to make as little ground vibration as possible. Just as he was
about to pounce, a fox came out of nowhere, grabbed the vole, and gobbled
it up. Sozont was... disappointed. The fox was female and clearly
anthro: the forebreasts were larger and rounder than the others. As
she licked her chops and picked her teeth, Sozont could see rippling muscles
and shifting curves. He should say something.
— "Hi! Nice vole!"
— "It was tasty." She was demure, waiting for
him to say something about the stolen prey. She had a bit of a smile
and her eyes sparkled. What could he say? Nice jugs you got there?
Too mundane!
— "So, are you nursing kits or just glad to see me?"
Her smile turned to a scowl.
—"You cad! Don't you have any social graces
whatsoever? That's no way to talk to a lady!"
—"I was just trying to make conversation."
—"Well don't talk about my organs! Had good
hunting recently?"
—"I was going to eat a vole, but then some fox stole
it. Your organs are very attractive."
—"Horay for the vulpine! You're ugly as last
week's trash."
—"Pardon?"
—"Listen, creep, just climb back into whatever dung-hole
you came out of." She popped the last vole leg into her mouth and scampered
off, scowling all the way.
He had not obtained her phone number, nor even her
name. Oh, what's the use in trying? He might as well plan for
rutting season to be awful this year, just like last year.
-- Pyesetz
the Dog