Vox the Fox
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,583
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
chapter 4: revenge upon beaver
Chapter 4- revenge upon beaver
Authors Note- Thanks to all who reviewed and all who read the story
As the seasons changed and the leaves on the majestic maples turned golden Vox started to notice changes in his body. His colour lightened slightly and his tail grew even more thick. Con had changed as well, becoming more dependant on his saviour in the hunt and at home. Food grew more dangerous to catch, all the youths now grown and all ferocious in their ruts.
Vox pounced on Con playfully biting his ear, “hey Con. Did ya get anything?” Growled Vox as he pinned the other.
“Obviously not,” Con laughed as he rolled the other fox onto his back.
Vox pouted beneath him before his breath hitched, “Con what are you doing?” He asked as Con ran his tongue over his neck a few times. Then he bit down causing Vox to yip in pain. “Why did you do that?” No longer playful Vox growled.
Con looked down at him with a strange look in his eyes, pushing himself up. “I-I’m going to go hunting again, to s-see if I can catch something this time around.” Vox nodded and watched him go with wide, almost fearful eyes.
Rubbing his sore neck Vox waited in their little pine den, considering moving to a larger and safer place. Cons’ scent lingered over his body, drifting into his nostrils. It was a strange scent, the scent that had been there the first time he had met Con. It made him hungry, for what he did not know and was kind of scary to him.
When Con returned he still did not have anything for them to eat, but his face was red and he was breathing heavily. “It got away didn’t it?” Vox moaned as he put a paw over his now growling stomach. Con looked at him with a surprised look on his face and nodded slowly before curling into a ball in the corner. “Next time I’ll come with you, then maybe we’ll catch something.” Con made a noise in his throat.
Upon awaking Vox was snuggled beside Con, breath making clouds in the air. Another strange thing was something was poking him in his back, he rolled away from what he thought was a twig and left the den stretching as he went.
Con looked back to the den, then looked toward the lake where the beaver was once again cutting a tree down. His stomach growled and he looked closer at the beaver, still as strong as he was ever. A maniacal grin came across his face and he began sneaking toward the lake, careful to not make a lot of noise.
When he was past the beaver he came across another one, this one was fat and not as tough. Vox still wasn’t taking his chances with this one. He crept by it and entered the freezing lake. A short swim later and one very cold and wet fox later he was at the beaver den. He sniffed and sniffed, finding something inside. For this one he would have to work hard, the dam was as strong as a rock and very thick. He could not risk going to the entrance because it was likely under water, and the beaver was a very fast swimmer so he would be caught easily. Vox began clawing at the outside.
The sun was setting and Vox was nearly through. The beavers still hadn’t caught him even though they had returned many times. They were gone now and Vox reached one hand through a hole, feeling around for little things that would cure his hunger. Luckily the hole caved in, making it wide enough for him to stick his head through. There were six fat beaver youths ripe for the picking.
Returning to Con with an armful of said beaver babies Vox was half way there when he felt the tugs of a horrible stomach cramp. He sat so maybe they would go away and it worked, the pain going to a dull throb. Getting up again he didn’t pay attention to it, instead concentrating on getting home so he could lie down.
Con was lying down when he came, panting heavily with his face still red. “Con, I brought something for us to eat,” Vox whimpered as he laid down. Con looked at him and smiled, getting up to pick one for himself also he tossed one to Vox because he just tossed them at the entrance. Vox took a few bites and lapped at the juices before pigging out. In a few minutes all that was left were dry bones. He went for another one, and when he was done that he was full.
Vox went back to lie down and went asleep, Con following suite.
When he awoke, his body was burning, and he was a little dazed. Con was above him, his hand holding up his head. His face came lower and lower . . .
Authors Note- Ahhh a cliff hanger! What will happen? Well it is your decision
Choice 1- Vox is uke
2- Con is uke
3- nothing happens ^__^
Another question I have for you is:
Do you want me to split this story into two sections, both of which would be in their own section not in the same story. One would be a M-preg and the other would continue without any of that. Do you, the readers, think this is a good idea? Tell me if you do! (Or if you don’t!)
And sorry for another short chapter ^_^
Authors Note- Thanks to all who reviewed and all who read the story
As the seasons changed and the leaves on the majestic maples turned golden Vox started to notice changes in his body. His colour lightened slightly and his tail grew even more thick. Con had changed as well, becoming more dependant on his saviour in the hunt and at home. Food grew more dangerous to catch, all the youths now grown and all ferocious in their ruts.
Vox pounced on Con playfully biting his ear, “hey Con. Did ya get anything?” Growled Vox as he pinned the other.
“Obviously not,” Con laughed as he rolled the other fox onto his back.
Vox pouted beneath him before his breath hitched, “Con what are you doing?” He asked as Con ran his tongue over his neck a few times. Then he bit down causing Vox to yip in pain. “Why did you do that?” No longer playful Vox growled.
Con looked down at him with a strange look in his eyes, pushing himself up. “I-I’m going to go hunting again, to s-see if I can catch something this time around.” Vox nodded and watched him go with wide, almost fearful eyes.
Rubbing his sore neck Vox waited in their little pine den, considering moving to a larger and safer place. Cons’ scent lingered over his body, drifting into his nostrils. It was a strange scent, the scent that had been there the first time he had met Con. It made him hungry, for what he did not know and was kind of scary to him.
When Con returned he still did not have anything for them to eat, but his face was red and he was breathing heavily. “It got away didn’t it?” Vox moaned as he put a paw over his now growling stomach. Con looked at him with a surprised look on his face and nodded slowly before curling into a ball in the corner. “Next time I’ll come with you, then maybe we’ll catch something.” Con made a noise in his throat.
Upon awaking Vox was snuggled beside Con, breath making clouds in the air. Another strange thing was something was poking him in his back, he rolled away from what he thought was a twig and left the den stretching as he went.
Con looked back to the den, then looked toward the lake where the beaver was once again cutting a tree down. His stomach growled and he looked closer at the beaver, still as strong as he was ever. A maniacal grin came across his face and he began sneaking toward the lake, careful to not make a lot of noise.
When he was past the beaver he came across another one, this one was fat and not as tough. Vox still wasn’t taking his chances with this one. He crept by it and entered the freezing lake. A short swim later and one very cold and wet fox later he was at the beaver den. He sniffed and sniffed, finding something inside. For this one he would have to work hard, the dam was as strong as a rock and very thick. He could not risk going to the entrance because it was likely under water, and the beaver was a very fast swimmer so he would be caught easily. Vox began clawing at the outside.
The sun was setting and Vox was nearly through. The beavers still hadn’t caught him even though they had returned many times. They were gone now and Vox reached one hand through a hole, feeling around for little things that would cure his hunger. Luckily the hole caved in, making it wide enough for him to stick his head through. There were six fat beaver youths ripe for the picking.
Returning to Con with an armful of said beaver babies Vox was half way there when he felt the tugs of a horrible stomach cramp. He sat so maybe they would go away and it worked, the pain going to a dull throb. Getting up again he didn’t pay attention to it, instead concentrating on getting home so he could lie down.
Con was lying down when he came, panting heavily with his face still red. “Con, I brought something for us to eat,” Vox whimpered as he laid down. Con looked at him and smiled, getting up to pick one for himself also he tossed one to Vox because he just tossed them at the entrance. Vox took a few bites and lapped at the juices before pigging out. In a few minutes all that was left were dry bones. He went for another one, and when he was done that he was full.
Vox went back to lie down and went asleep, Con following suite.
When he awoke, his body was burning, and he was a little dazed. Con was above him, his hand holding up his head. His face came lower and lower . . .
Authors Note- Ahhh a cliff hanger! What will happen? Well it is your decision
Choice 1- Vox is uke
2- Con is uke
3- nothing happens ^__^
Another question I have for you is:
Do you want me to split this story into two sections, both of which would be in their own section not in the same story. One would be a M-preg and the other would continue without any of that. Do you, the readers, think this is a good idea? Tell me if you do! (Or if you don’t!)
And sorry for another short chapter ^_^