...A soft furry hand, delicate in a way that screams female. As the moon peaks between the clouds, you get a glimpse of a golden fox with a smile on her face. Her vixen head is framed by hair that falls to shoulder length, the same color of her golden fur. That is all you glimpse before she is again shadowed in darkness as another bank of clouds passes in front of the moon. As she continues to fondle your extremely hard member, you feel her breath on it as your pants fall to the forest floor.
"Let me roll out the red carpet" you hear her say, immediatly recognizing the voice, after hearing it announce the arrivals of many famous movie stars to various award shows. As she proceeds to lick your pulsing member, her name echoes in your hormone enraged mind.
'Joan Rivers...' Finally it hits you. Joan Rivers is a golden werefox giving you a BJ?
Just then you awaken quite suddenly, looking around your den for a few moments before recognizing it. You glance over to see your mate, her orange-furred form visable in the glow from the tv. You shake your head to clear it, turning off the tv. As the picture fades, you catch a glimpse of a woman waving, with the same hairdo as the vixen in your dream, and a small white 'E' framed in red in the lower right corner of the screen...