\n Be Careful What You Wish For
\n Chapter One
\n (c) Cederwyn Whitefurr
\n May, 2010,
\n All Rights Reserved

\n  Raefox wandered aimlessly along the heavily forested path, his young Vulpine eyes wide in rapture at the nature beauty that surrounded him. Dressed simply in a loose fitting sit and a pair of green slacks, he went bare pawed, feeling the old leaves and decaying mulch give beneath his padded foot paws.  Ancient trees, with girths beyond which six men could reach around, stood like mute sentinels along the path, and here and there, brightly coloured birds danced and wove like gymnasts through the canopy overhead.

\n  He was here as part of a study group on a School excursion, and whilst the other students were eating lunch out near the car park, Raefox had decided to take one last walk through the trails, before returning to the camp grounds later that afternoon. His teacher had given him permission to go, knowing how enthusiastic this young Fox was, and Raefox promised to be back by 1700 hours. Now, he walked at random, marvelling at the wonders of creation all about him, his thick brush barely sweeping the moist loam behind him, as he walked. His notebook in its satchel, hanging at his left hip went unnoticed, and all thoughts of school studies and such went out the window.

\n  A momentary glimpse of colour caught his gaze, and he peered through a grove of trees, catching a glimpse of some large creature – but only the pale white and tan could be seen, before this seemingly eldritch creature vanished down into a narrow gully. Intrigued, Raefox glanced around him, before he hopped over the knee high wooden railing, and carefully slid down the embankment. He knew well, what sort of trouble he'd be in, for getting off the assigned path – especially if the Rangers caught him, but this enigmatic creature had somehow woven a spell over him – and his natural curiosity led him to at least get more than a furtive glance.

\n  When he reached the bottom of the gully, he looked to the left and right, idly noting a small, crystal clear stream that meandered along the bottom. Kneeling down, he cupped some of the water and dashed it over his muzzle, then gasped at the remarkable coldness of this water. Refreshed, he decided to go left, following the stream, and he hoped, finding the source of those unusual colours. He knew it was not a native animal, not with colouration like that – but something, that should not have been in the forest – and this added to his growing curiosity. Again, he caught the barest glimpse of the creature, as it seemed to melt in and out of the small trees and shrubs – this time, he caught the glimpse of a pale, golden coloured tail – or, as he rubbed his eyes and squinted – maybe he was dreaming.

\n  Intrigued, he continued following, wandering almost silently along the narrow creek bank, short, black tipped ears pricked forwards, as he continued to hunt this seemingly elusive creature. Finally, the gully flattened out, and the creek wove its winding way off to the south-west, so Raefox continued to follow, creating a mental map as he went. Reaching into his satchel, he pulled out a large, juicy red apple, and carefully bit into it, savouring the sweet juice that trickled down his muzzle. Munching contentedly on his apple, he walked into a thick grove of trees – and skirted around a thick bramble patch – whose thorns seemed, to Raefox at least, to be an inch long and razor-sharp. Finding it naturally cooler in the grove, Raefox smiled to himself and kept following what he assumed now, to be a game trail – until it ended at a large, deep and crystal clear pond. Nearby, there were countless prints of animals and birds in the soft edges, and Raefox gave up trying to identify most of them,

\n  He found a nice moss covered log, not too far distant from the pond, and sat down on it, and continued munching on his apple, as he stared in wide-eyed wonderment at the trees and animals that at first, had been startled by his intrusion into their realm – but slowly, as Raefox settled and did his best to remain still – the crept from hiding and sensing this young Vulpine was no immediate threat, they returned to a semblance of normality.  Raefox was enraptured by their seemingly unafraid nature, as some would come to the edge of the pond to drink, whilst birds fluttered and darted too and fro amongst the branches.

\n  So peaceful and calming, Raefox felt like he was a million miles from any sort of civilisation, so tranquil and relaxing was this thicket. He was about to take a  bite from his apple, when a warm, velvety nose touched his shoulder. Raefox squealed in alarm, then fell muzzle-first off the log, the apple sprawling from his outstretched paw as he hit the soft loamy soil with a thump – then began coughing out leaves and rich, dark mulch.

\n  “Arrgh – yuck!” Raefox gagged, as he used his fingers to try and brush his tongue clean.

\n  Rolling over, he blinked a few times, then seen a ghostly white long face, with flared nostrils and pricked forward ears, standing behind where he had been sitting – an almost apologetic face on the young horse that looked at him. It flicked its ears forwards and back, then nodded its head, and Raefox would swear, he saw a faint smile touch the lips of the equine – before it calmly walked around the fallen log – then nosed curiously at the discarded apple.  Laying sprawled on his back, his thick brush of a tail between his legs and triangular ears flattened against his skull, Raefox didn't know whether to try getting up, stay down, or just to scream like a kit.

\n  Deciding cowardice was better than possibly angering this horse, Raefox lay on his back, and watched it. It was a beautiful horse, its ghost-white face gleaming in the thin rays of sunlight that shone down into the grove, and where a saddle would go, the golden-tan colouration paled to a white, almost like someone had spilled a tin of white pain there, before it drifted back into the golden-tan colouration near its rump. Its front legs had the same golden-tan colour, and ended in two white socks, just above narrow black hooves. Glancing at the apple, the horse sniffed suspiciously at it – even though it was covered with decaying leaves and mulch, then turned its intense brown eyes on Raefox, who lay cowering, not game to move.

\n  Again, it tilted its head to the side, then snorted softly and took a hesitant half-step towards Raefox,who closed his eyes tightly, fearing the worst. Stretching out its long neck, the horse sniffed at Raefox's foot paws and then nickered at him. Raefox squirmed involuntarily, then started crawling backwards across the loam, his eyes wide and fear flooding his body, as he knew a bit about horses – especially how unpredictable they could be. Once again, this strange horse nickered and it actually appeared to be smiling at him, as it sniffed at his feet again, then almost timidly, nudged his foot paws with its nose.

\n  “Hey – hey there boy - “ Raefox squeaked, as he shimmied back a little further.

\n  With a soft snort, the horse took two steps closer, then nuzzled Raefox's shins and he froze, his whole body shivering with fear – not knowing wether this horse was just being friendly – or if it was about to turn wild and pound him into the forest floor. Its tail began to swish slowly from side to side, as it cocked its head to the side and looked down at the terrified young fox, before it whickered and nuzzled him again.

\n  “Hey – stop...stop that!” Raefox giggled, feeling the warm breath against his body.

\n  As if frustrated, the horse nudged him with the bridge of its nose, then took a step back and pricked its ears forwards, almost as if telling him to get up off the damp loam and stand up. Raefox squirmed backwards until his paws hit the cold, wet edge of the pond, and the horse followed, keeping a close, almost inquisitive eye on him. Finally, backed up against the edge of the pond, Raefox decided to take a risk – and slowly got to his knees, then up onto his shaking foot paws. With a snort, the horse lifted its head up, then tilted it slightly, one ear pricking forwards, the other twisting backwards, before it joined its companion and both faced forwards, as the dark brown eyes seemed to stare into Raefox's very soul. He stood with his tail firmly tucked between his legs, eyes wide in fear, his back to the pond and knowing if he tried to run – this equine had the upper hand – and could easily knock him down, if it was so inclined.

\n  Hesitantly, Raefox stared at the obviously inquisitive horse, who gazed back at him with eyes like liquid pools of night, so dark were its brown eyes. Whiffling through its nostrils, the horse shyly stepped forwards and reached out with its neck, to snuffle over Raefox's trembling body. Raefox didn't know what to make of this – and decided that staying still was probably the best option at present, as the horse nuzzled, sniffed and lipped at him and his clothing. After a few moments, the horse merely snorted delicately, then nudged him playfully, a mischievous look in its eyes, before it nuzzled his furred hands – and Raefox carefully reached out and placed his trembling paw on the horses forehead.

\n  It rubbed its head against his paw, and encouraged by its seeming friendliness, Raefox carefully stroked it, feeling the golden-tan fur beneath his fingers – and he become more bold, reaching up and lightly stroking its pale forelock. After a few minutes of being petted the horse seemed to grow impatient, and it turned its body sideways, and Raefox giggled quietly, stroking its neck and shoulders with both paws. Raefox soon settled his nerves, realising this horse was just being friendly with him – and he happily scratched and rubbed its neck and shoulders, occasionally running his fingers through its mane and carefully pulling out knots and tangles. As the horse happily stood and let Raefox rub and stroke, it moved only rarely, to position a new itchy spot for the vulpine to scratch with his short, sharp claw tips.

\n  Their growing bond growing, Raefox felt more and more comfortable around this strange, enigmatic horse – then as he shyly rubbed its sides, the horse's hide rippled and it turned its head towards him, then gazed at him with a look of unmistakable pleasure and gratefulness. Raefox carefully crouched, stroking its legs, and as the horse moved forwards a half step, Raefox's clawed finger tips began caressing just under the belly – then he stopped and shyly glanced back towards the horses hind legs.

\n  “Oh...oh – you're...you're a GIRL horse - “ Raefox gasped, as he seen the small udder and black, velvety teats.

\n  With a snort and a wicker that Raefox was sure was laughter, the horse nuzzled him, then stepped forwards and pressed its right flank to him, then turned its head and gazed down at him – almost as if begging him to reach under her belly and scratch away the dried mud that coated it. Raefox trembled, then swallowed nervously, before he carefully rubbed and scratched under the horses belly – then he giggled as she trembled and squirmed – almost as if he was tickling her. She watched with interest, as his fingers scratched and rubbed, before she seemed to smirk at him – then took a short half-step – and Raefox's fingers suddenly brushed against her warm udder and teats. He froze and a low, moaning gasp escaped him, as he fully expected the horse to get upset and kick at him, but she merely whiffled and nuzzled at his shoulder, as if giving consent for him to continue his gentle stroking.

\n  “They – I mean,” Raefox stammered, then flattened his ears, as he timidly rested a paw against the warm udder.

\n  She gazed at him, with a look of absolute trust, then snorted and gentle nudged him again, as if telling him to hurry up. Raefox giggled weakly, then began tenderly cupping the twin teats in one paw, rubbing them gently with his fingers, as the horse shivered and sighed contentedly.

\n  Encouraged by her seeming willingness, and a strange feeling of pleasure, Raefox happily rubbed and massaged the slender teats, his claw tips lightly tickling her udder. For nearly half an hour, Raefox happily caressed, rubbed and stroked, before the horse sighed in pleasure, then stepped away and turned about to face him. Raefox remained kneeling on the ground, gazing up at this enigmatic young equine, who once again seemed to smile at him – then her long, rough tongue slurped at his shoulder, up his neck and across his head. Raefox squirmed and chuckled, then felt the large, blunt teeth of the horse pulling at his shirt collar.

\n  “Hey – stop that!” Raefox gasped, as she tugged at it again, nearly pulling him off his knees.

\n  Ignoring him, the horse kept pulling and tugging, until the shirt ended up over Raefox's head and he squealed and was pulled onto his stomach, as she kept tugging the shirt, until she finally pulled it free, then chewed on it for a bit, before frowning and spitting it out.  Raefox grumbled and sat back up, then rubbed his arms and looked up at the horse, who seemed to gaze back at him, then she nickered and licked at his shoulder again.

\n  “Well, you happy now? See? My shirt doesn't taste very nice, does it?” Raefox admonished her, then gently tapped her nose.  “So now what – you've got my shirt and...hey!”

\n  She snorted, then with her nose, pushed him over onto his back, and began almost sensuously, licking, nuzzling and nibbling at his throat, shoulders and chest. Raefox squealed and giggled, as the horses tongue was rough, but also very wet and ticklish. He tried many times, to push her nose away, but she merely snorted at him, and he swore, she was smiling as she continued playfully nosing and licking at him. As Raefox surrendered to the attentions of this strange horse, she worked her way slowly down his furred chest, and then nibbled at his leather belt that held his trousers up – and Raefox squeaked and his eyes snapped open, when she tugged at his belt.

\n  “Hey...no...no – stop that!” He growled, then tapped her forehead with a paw.  “No!”

\n  With a forward flick of her ears, she seemed to frown, then the smile reappeared and before Raefox knew what was happening, she gripped his belt in her teeth, and began dragging him backwards, seemingly trying to pull his trousers off.

\n  “ Hey...now wait – wait...hey! Stop that – I said...” Raefox gasped, feeling small twigs and leaves scraping against his back, as he struggled against the horses backwards movement.

\n  He barely managed to unbuckle his belt – then with a series of short, sharp tugs – the horse pulled his trousers halfway down, then looked up at him, and the look she gave the young Vulpine, was one that even Raefox understood.  She whiffled at him, then looked down at the growing erection that began tenting his tight fitting underwear, before going back to nuzzling and licking his chest and stomach – as Raefox tried desperately to get his mind off the unmistakable pleasure this horse was bringing him – and the knowledge, of what she may well be intending – but...she was a horse, he was but a juvenile young anthropomorphic fox – he didn't know what she wanted, not for certain, but it was clear to him – this young horse wanted something...more than just a stroking and a tickling of her teats -

\n To Be Continued...




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