"Oh, come now," the vixen says playfully. "Don't look like you've swallowed a hornet. I'm a sexy vixen, as promised, and you're a powerful todd. Doesn't it feel so much better than that weak, naked human body? To have claws and fangs to protect you and hunt your prey? To have a real nose to smell the world? To have a knot to properly claim your lovers?" She squeezes around you again, making you growl in pleasure.
"Yes," you agree. It feels amazing -- the image of hunting prey, the thrill of taking down game with your own natural weaponry, flashes through your mind. But who cares about that right now? when your enhanced nose is full of the vixen's sweet scent. "When you put it like that -- fuck yes!"
As if on cue, your cock throbs again. You feel almost -- fresh, your balls still plump with seed, your cock hard and ready to go. You're surprised -- though certainly not displeased -- to find this boost to your recovery time.
"Feel something nice?" the vixen teases, rippling her muscles around you like a natural. "Canids can tie for minutes, sometimes hours, and have multiple orgasms while doing so. Still miss your humanity?"
You snort. "Fuck NO!" You shift your hips, your bulb tugging at her labia. They don't let go, but it's enough to make her moan. "And now I'm going to fuck you!"
"That's the mate whose kits I want to bear," she answers, nuzzling you.
While your succeeding orgasms aren't as large as your initial explosion, you get nearly as much delight out of hearing the vixen's yips and barks of pleasure, feeling her squirm beneath you as you play with her nipples and clit. How could you miss your humanity indeed -- you could do this all night, every night!
After about half an hour, your knot does go down, and you separate. You roll off to her left, your right arm still cradling her shoulders. Two gorgeous foxes, sprawled in front of a fireplace. It makes for quite a romantic scene -- the cum in your fur notwithstanding.
"Man, what a day," you muse aloud. "Never thought following a fox into a creepy old mansion would turn out this good."
"Hey, watch whose house you're calling creepy!"
"So, this place is actually yours?"
She shrugs. "I am the last of the clan of werefoxes who once ruled this area. So, yes, although legally no. The government doesn't know this place exists; we've made sure to keep it that way."
"So, what's your name, vixen?" You were both so anxious to fuck you'd forgotten to introduce yourselves.
"Arrius," she giggles, "though I think I'll go with Arria now. You?"
"I'm Lester."
"Sounds like a good name for a fox." She snuggles into your side, wrapping an arm across your chest. You rub your hand across her back affectionately. You feel content, like you seldom have before -- although, the feel of those six boobs nestling into your fur has got your little fox emerging from his hole again.
"So, babe, did you really think you were going to turn me into a vixen?"
"Mmhm." She nuzzles your shoulder. "Whoever is more confident in their manhood 'wins.' I never reckoned on a human having enough fire to beat a werefox -- though I really don't feel like I've lost." She strokes over your pectorals and abs. "I guess you had more fox in you than you appeared -- and I'm just happy now that I could bring it out."
"Mrrrr." You nuzzle down into between her ears, feeling your cock throb to full length as you enjoyed her attentions. "And what was that about kits? I'd like to put some foxes into you."
"Mmm. We don't go into heat until the fall. You'll have to wait until then, big boy."
You laugh. "If you're this eager now, I can't wait to see you in heat."
"Right back at you." Her mischievous fingers run all the way down your abdomen, until they brush over the red flesh of your maleness. "Nobody said we needed to be in heat to enjoy our love."
You lay your hand over hers, squeezing it around your cock. "You sure it's love you want, you horny little fox?"
"Of course! Big, thick, knotted love, buried deep inside me! Come." You let her go as she rolls away from you. She gets on her knees, and you get to your feet. However you realise she's not getting up. Instead she's bent over on her hands, her tail raised above her luscious ass, gently fanning the scent of female arousal into the room.
"The best position for breeding is what you silly humans call 'doggy style' -- and I think you could use some practice."
"Oh fuck YES!"