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The full moon is high in the evening sky, bathing the countryside below in its reflected, silvery brilliance. The tall grass rustles, heralding the passage of a creature hiding from scrutiny. Soon, the creature steps out into an area cropped short; she is a fox, her fiery orange and rusty black fur faintly glossy in the moonlight.
The clearing she emerged into has one other occupant, sitting on an isolated stump large enough to be a dinner table. She is a rabbit, with cinnamon fur and lopped ears, and she’s already looking at the fox, having heard her rustling in the grass. She rises to meet the fox, and the ladies embrace, muzzles pressed to each other as they exchange a kiss. The fox wags, causing the simple, undyed tunic she wears to rustle, and the rabbit smirks at her lover when the kiss ends.
They both disrobe, laying the tunics one atop the other on the stump, each revealing a flat, featureless chest, though the rabbit knows that if she runs her fingers through her vulpine lover’s fur, she will find four pairs of teats, from chest to groin. And so she does, teasingly tracing a finger around each teat as it runs along the fox’s right side and down.
The rabbit’s mouth follows with a trail of kisses, and then she is opening her mouth. Not by much, just enough for her tongue to pass through and start to run along the fox’s vulva. She digs in a little, tasting her lover’s nectar as the fox groans and places her hand on the rabbit’s head. They exchange places with the ease of long practice, the fox lying down on the stump, padded by their shed tunics, as the rabbit continues to delve into the fox’s nethers.
The fox moans, her legs spread to give the rabbit however much access she wants, and soon the rabbit finds her clit. She catches it gently between her teeth, causing the fox to gasp, and then she withdraws. The fox lifts her head, giving the rabbit an inquiring look, but the rabbit just gives her a saucy smirk. She reaches into a clump of grass near the stump, revealing a long, curved wooden object and a small glass bottle. The wooden object is revealed to be a double-ended phallus, with a canine knot near the base at each end, which she wiggles at the fox before she opens the bottle and dribbles oil onto the phallus.
The fox’s tail wiggles as she grins, enlightened, and watches as the rabbit rubs the oil along the phallus’s ends. She bites her lip as she slips the phallus into her own vagina, itself already slick with her own nectar, and pumps it a few times to make sure it’s properly lubricated on that end. With a groan of her own, she pops the knot into herself, and she stands above her vulpine paramour, then crouches a bit. The fox grins again and nods, and the rabbit positions the wooden phallus’s free end carefully, gently easing it into her lover’s vagina.
Once they’re both ready, the rabbit starts to slowly, gently rock her hips to and fro, a simple and comfortable rhythm. Soon, she joins her lover atop the tunics, and they snuggle as the wooden phallus stimulates them both. For a time, they lay together, writhing tenderly under the stars in the moon’s reflective embrace, gently grooming each other’s faces with lips, tongue, and fingers.
Neither have climaxed by the time they fall asleep, but then, that wasn’t really the point of their shared endeavor.