Arctic Crossing (Patreon Commission for FireDrago)

Of all the things she should find out there in the middle of the arctic cold, a very northbound and yet hopelessly lost fox was not one of them. She hadn’t seen anyone from outside her species since the winter months began, so to suddenly spot someone so immensely misplaced immediately spiked her interest, doubly so given the immense blizzard he was caught in. The arctic vixen waddled her way close to him before offering them a place to stay, then led the way back to her house while doing her best to shield the poor thing from the cold. He didn’t utter a single word along the way, but did hold onto her exceptionally tightly, shaking like a tree in the middle of a storm.

Once inside, things flipped on their head almost as quickly as the smaller fox slipped out from beneath her coat, scurrying up to the roaring fire burning in the living room. It took a significant amount of effort to keep that thing going for most of the day, but if there was one thing Gloria most liked about her place, it was having a hearth she could cuddle up in front of and sleep the lazy blizzard hours away. If she was lucky, she’d have a companion to snuggle with, and given how easily that other fox took to her touch when she picked him up, she had no doubt the two of them would be getting very well acquainted with one another after just a few minutes. Indeed, as soon as her guest got comfortable in front of the flames, lying down in a tiny loaf, he looked back at her, silently querying the vixen on why she wasn’t right beside him, enjoying the warmth with a fellow vulpine. Gloria, for her part, was happy to play into that, even if she was slightly concerned about the unnamed fox’s enthusiasm.

“So, what’s your name?” she asked, resolving to fix the ‘unnamed’ bit before addressing any of the more pressing concerns, “I think you might’ve said it, but the blizzard was… yeah, you know?”

“Cross. Name’s Cross,” came his reply, their voice sounding a lot more melodious than his appearance would initially suggest, “and you?”

“Gloria” - the vixen sat beside him, taking off her thick cloak - “And I’m very curious as to why you were out there in the sleet and the cold; shouldn’t you be down south? Haven’t seen anyone of your kind so far up north.”

The other fox looked as if he wanted to give a straight answer, but apparently resolved not to, instead slumping his shoulders and staring directly into the fire. There was a clear look of desolation on his face, leading Gloria to drop the subject altogether; whatever it was that drove them so far outside their normal stomping grounds couldn’t have been good, but at least now he was safe and sound somewhere nice and cozy. She offered her arms to him, opening them in a welcome gesture, and found that the younger man accepted the gift without giving it a second thought; with very little thought, the two of them were locked in a tight embrace, Cross snuggling against Gloria’s neckfluff while the vixen plopped her head atop his. There they remained, silent, appreciating one another’s company while the flames crackled by their side. It was the last thing she expected to happen after finding someone like him stranded in the middle of the snow, but it got lonely in that house of hers; company as warm as Cross’ was always appreciated.

“Thank you,” he mumbled, “got a few troubles back home and had to take a few lifts to try and get to Derrin; ended up getting lost trying to find a bus stop.”

“It’s… half past ten. In the night.”

“I’m not good with maps.”

Gloria snorted at the reply, offered with such sincerity that she was certain the fox didn’t understand why it was so funny. At least it explained a few things, even if she wasn’t intending to pry into the specifics; clearly, what this handsome young man needed was someone willing to show them some good time and meaningful companionship, even if just for a single night. She was about to get up to try and make them something to eat, but the moment the vixen tried to move her body away from the fox, the latter held onto her even tighter than before, his eyes widening in fear; her surprised reaction must’ve let him know he was setting off a few red flags, seeing as he did loosen his grip… though still refused to let go completely. 

Gloria stared at him for a few seconds, trying to get a bead on Cross’ attitude. He didn’t seem to want to force anything onto her (and fat chance of that happening, she was bigger than him), but simply to carry on doing what they had been all that time; poor thing was clearly craving some physical contact, and quite honestly she was more than happy to give it to him. He was utterly adorable, plus his fluff was just the right kind of combination of smooth and rough to make the perfect resting place for her muzzle… but she was also terribly hungry, and her stomach was about to start rumbling if she didn’t fix something up. The vixen made sure to let her guest know this was her intention before wrapping him up in her cloak, then got up and headed to the kitchen, hoping to make something quick. Wasn’t the first time she was forced to eat sandwiches for dinner, though it still struck her as utterly inadequate; a body like hers wasn’t kept on something as unsubstantial as two loaves of bread with some ham in the middle… which is precisely why she grilled it beforehand. Much better.

Cross seemed to think so too, given the eagerness with which he devoured his “meal”; in between bites he explained how he hadn’t had anything to eat for the better part of twelve hours, so even something as simple and terribly unhealthy as that snack was like a godsent meal for his empty stomach. Nonetheless, it was still nothing compared to how “filling” physical contact with Gloria was; the moment her warm body snuggled up to his, Cross practically forgot about the last bits of ham he had in his mouth, needing the vixen to playfully tap him on the cheeks for him to remember to swallow. It seemed any kind of affection turned him into a fox-shaped pile of puddy, eager to be molded into place by the nearest source of physical attention. The vixen didn’t quite care that much about that; she enjoyed having a partner that let her take initiative for once, rather than believe themselves superior just because they were taller.

“You know, it’s been some time since I’ve seen someone as cute as you show up,” she mused out loud, “mostly it’s just burly arctics walking around thinking they own the place just because they look big and tough with their winter coats. You know, when they’re not secretly measuring their own dicks to make sure they’re still there.”

“Oh, h-hum,” Cross mumbled, “that’s… t-thank you!”

“And I have to say, I much prefer someone whose coating is something less than perfectly smooth,” Gloria kept going, bringing the fox closer into her embrace, practically sitting him on her lap, “I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s nice to have a nice floofer every once in a while where you can sink your hand into them, but sometimes you wanna feel the coarseness of it, have it remind you that you’re still alive, you know? Besides… other things~”

“Other” - Cross gulped, probably figuring at that point that he was biting off a bit more than he could chew - “Th-Things?”

“Oh, you know, things that only come into play when you’re alone with someone in a warm room and you wanna be even warmer, those sorts of things. Not that you’d have to worry about that, of course,” the vixen scoffed, rolling her eyes dramatically, “after all, you’re just here ‘till the blizzard breaks and then you’ll be on your way; can’t expect a traveller like yourself to have eyes for lil’ ol’ me.”

Cross’ eyes narrowed and his expression went rock solid for a moment, all of his body scrunching up as if he was preparing to leap. What followed was exactly that, though not exactly a physical one; it was clear that every word that came out of the young man’s mouth was costing a heaping bunch of sanity points, probably from sheer lack of use.

“W-well, to be fair, there’s nothing little about you, Gloria.”

Those were the words she wanted to hear. They let her know she had gotten through to the fox’s hollow center and filled it with ideas that couldn’t be easily extricated without first being acted upon. It had been so long since she had to put any effort into flirting that the vixen was honestly concerned she had lost her touch, but now that she saw how lustfully he was looking at her, Gloria was at least relieved she still had it… and her tail. The next bullet point in the agenda was to bring them ever closer together, and what better way to do so than by bringing that appendage of hers into the picture? It was even bigger than she was and several times fluffier, providing the best possible protection for cold winter nights like those; the only reason she even wore a cloak at all was for modesty over anything else, as that tail of hers was better than any clothing she could throw on herself.

Cross was surprised at the sudden intrusion upon his privacy, if only because he wasn’t expecting anyone else to be in the house. It took a few moments before he realized that was still his hostess snuggling up against him, at which point his eyes went even wider than before and began darting between Gloria and her immense tail, as if trying to ask if what he was seeing was actually real. The vixen chuckled at that reaction; hadn’t been the first time it took place, but it always made her smile when people didn’t know what to do when they saw that monster of hers unfurl from behind her.

“Yes, it’s real, before you ask,” she giggled, “I’ve always had a lot of luck in the size department, as I’m sure you can tell” - the vixen pressed the fox’s face against her bosom, preventing him from getting a word in edgewise - “though oddly enough it was my tail that won in the end. Let me tell you though, I’ve gotten a lot of practice putting that thing to good use, so if you ever have any wild ideas you want me to try out, let me know so I can think up a way to make them a reality~”

Cross gulped, his mind very obviously racing with a whole bunch of thoughts he was still too embarrassed to verbalize. His hands began to move of their own accord, even the fox seeming surprised at what he was grabbing… and at how Gloria was doing nothing to stop him. Truth be told, it had been some time since the vixen had the opportunity to invite anyone into her house, much less someone on that level of concentrated cuteness, so she wasn’t about to let go of an opportunity like that, especially not when it felt like his fur was made to be surrounded by her own. It was like trying to hug a body pillow that offered just the right bit of attrition and resistance, and yet was still immensely fluffy and pliable, the greatest balance between opposites she could ever find. And he murred adorably as well, so that was a great big plus.

After the snuggling came the next step in their intimate encounter, with Gloria trying her luck at offering a handful of smooches. She didn’t have the luxury of knowing whether or not Cross would be receptive to that, so she started off small, kissing the top of his head all the way to his nose and carefully gauging his reactions all the way. When the smaller fox did nothing to stop her, the vixen grew bolder, planting a long, unashamedly tongue-filled kiss on his lips, holding the two of them together like that for what felt like a whole hour or more. Their eyes fluttered close, their bodies melding into one another, with Gloria in particular allowing herself to slowly fall backwards onto the floor, bringing Cross with her still wrapped tightly in her tail cocoon. The would-be coupled remained as they were until eventually one of them had to come up for air.

Gloria.

It wasn’t every day she found someone who could hold onto that smooch for longer than she could, but those were clearly a good pair of lungs Cross had on him. The fox was giving her a sly grin, as if guessing what was on her mind, before replying in kind and planting another kiss on the vixen’s forehead, right before snuggling into her neck fluff. Gloria couldn’t help but murr again, feeling a certain warmth that had been gone for so long that she had forgotten she had forgotten about it. It wasn’t like anything the vixen felt with any of her erstwhile lovers, but something better, something deeper. It was comfort and acceptance, affection and attention, the kind that a one-night stand simply couldn’t provide… and she wanted more of it.

Her ministrations grew bolder as soon as the two of them disentangled again, with Gloria rolling around to pin Cross underneath her weight. With him secured beneath her, the vixen had all the time and access in the world to do with him whatever she felt like, and at that moment she really felt like bringing her lips to his neck and then having them go down and down until they reached a place that would make the fox do a lot more than just moan quietly. Thankfully, she stopped just before either of them got indecent about it, though she could clearly see her guest’s pants tenting from the bulge forming inside of them. With a playful giggle, Gloria went to work undoing Cross’ fly, then pulling his pants off of him, despite the fox’s weak protests; it was so obvious he wanted to do it himself, given his claws were out and already trying to rip apart his boxer briefs, but she insisted on taking the first step to getting their night started. What kind of lover would she be if she didn’t unpack the present that had so graciously been delivered practically to her doorstep?

Besides, Cross was clearly suffering from how tightly packed his package was in those jeans; it was her duty as her current lover to ensure his safety and comfort to the best of her ability!

To that end, she began working him over in the only way she knew how going from where they both were at the time: extending her ministrations downwards. It was so easy to get their shirt off and ruffle up their chest fluff when she proceeded to bring her muzzle onto his torso, even easier to slip those tight-looking pants off his legs when he offered just the tiniest bit of wiggle to help her out. It was only after he did this that Gloria realized how soft Cross’ paws were; up until then she’d only ever felt them either out in the cold or against the heavy coating of fur on her back, but now that they were both given an opportunity to yank some clothing off one another, she got to experience their pristine silkiness with her own hands. The vixen’s eyes lit up as the sensations filtered through to her brain, and she became fully aware of just what kind of paws she was dealing with.

The fox, for his part, seemed wholly unaware of the effects his hands and feet were having on his eager partner, and in fact looked incredibly confused as to why they stopped and were staring directly at him. It took him booping her nose for Gloria to start moving again, and given what he used to perform that gesture, only deepened her desire to feel those things rub up against her. She brought both of her own hands to one of Cross’ own, the smaller fox’s cheeks brightening up considerably when he understood what was happening. He could barely look the vixen in the eye when she began massaging his soft beans, resorting to whimpering quietly while pretending to be too embarrassed to so much as glance over, even going so far as to use his free hand to cover his eyes while conveniently leaving enough of an opening between his fingers to spy what Gloria was doing to his other ones.

The vixen was having the time of her life massaging that pawb, to the point where she seemed to have forgotten what she was supposed to be doing to the rest of the fox. Gloria rolled over and pinned Cross underneath her just so she could devote even more attention to the softest pad she’d ever experienced in her entire life; it wouldn’t do to just give that thing the bare minimum attention and then move on, it needed her to give it her all. Cross, the poor thing, was left to writhe and wriggle underneath all the attention he was suddenly getting, until eventually he couldn’t take it any longer and his body took over from there; even as he tried to stop it from happening, his hips began to buck gently, just enough to poke his throbbing manhood into the underside of Gloria’s belly. The vixen barely even noticed this at first, being so enraptured in her beansploration as she was, but as soon as it went from dry humping to tiny spurts of pre, then Cross had her full attention.

Of course, things just couldn’t be interrupted, not like that; such a magnificently large cock had to be serviced for sure, but now that pawbs were in her brain, it was pawbs that had to be used in order to sate the fox’s desire. Lucky for him, while Gloria wasn’t as blessed with such meaty plappers as he was, hers were still thick enough to give her a good grip on things; namely, his leaking, pulsating shaft. All she had to do was slide off of him and fall onto her back for Cross to guess what was about to happen, his face breaking into a wide smile and his body relaxing just seconds before the vixen brought her legs into position and enveloped her lover’s rod with her own feet. Surprisingly, it wasn’t nearly as rough as she expected it to be; in fact, it was practically as soft to the touch as his beans were, though still obviously rock-hard from all the stimulation it had been receiving. It made for a perfect duality in the vixen’s mind, who immediately went to work giving that thing a good rubdown, much to the delight of the other vulpine, whose voice began to crack almost immediately. Poor thing wanted to call out for her and beg for them to go faster, but any time they tried to, only squeaks came out, leading them to give up entirely and focus on body language: thrusting into the open air, breathing ever quicker, his hands making grasping motions with increasing speed, it was all there. For Gloria this could only mean one thing: things had to start getting rough.

In her own way.

Her efforts to get her lover off without using her hands went about as well as could be expected on someone who was clearly as wanting as Cross was, and with just a couple of minutes of physical exercise he was about ready to throw in the towel and cross the threshold, making a right mess of himself given the angle his shaft was at. But that would mean ending things prematurely, or at least waiting until his refractory period was done, and that just wasn’t an option; not to Gloria, not that night, and certainly not to Cross. He was her guest, that was her house, and thus they had to follow her rules; and the primary rule of any kind of intimate liaison with the vixen was that no one got off until she did first, even if it meant teetering on the edge for hours on end. She let him know this much in exquisite detail, enough that she was afraid he was gonna blow just from her choice of words, but the smaller fox remained steadfast in his newfound decision not to cum as quickly as he wanted to… painful though it may be.

Gloria didn’t make it any easier after what she did next, moving her body so that her breasts were firmly plopped on top of Cross’ chest. For a few moments the latter believed she was about to smother him with those things, but the vixen was anything but that predictable; instead, she began to slide down and down, closer to his nethers, until both her mounds were nestling his cock firmly between them. She could feel it twitching and throbbing, its veins neatly outlined against its surface, begging for a release that would never come. To a certain point, Gloria genuinely felt bad about what was going to happen; Cross was already so close to blowing that it almost felt criminal to keep him going like that without offering some kind of prize… but this was her house, and cute as he may be, there were rules he had to abide by, just like every other one of her lovers.

Such it was that he was forced to deal with the force of the vixen’s breasts squeezing his shaft from every side, gravity and Gloria’s strength combining to make him almost cross the invisible line whenever her body rocketed downwards onto his groin. He felt his nuts tighten and clench so many times that he lost count, held back purely from him exercising what he had left of his willpower, at times wondering if that wasn’t enough anymore. Miraculously, he avoided blowing his load at any point during the titfuck, even if he couldn’t quite understand how he did so himself; there was still a mess everywhere, and Gloria’s tits were glazed with copious amounts of pre, but he was still turgid, he was still ready to go and, above all, he was still half a second away from completely losing it. The vixen had to admit she wasn’t expecting his stamina to last for so long; it was commendable enough that she nuzzled into one of his pawbs again, giving it a smooch and a lick to let him know she was quite proud of him. Pride, however, only went so far; at the end of the day, getting laid meant she wanted to achieve a climax of her own, and though having her tits covered in spunk was certainly a good step forward towards having her own slit be pouring with her juices, she still needed something more to push her across the edge.

To that end, the path was simple and quite plain; as much as Cross was going to hate her for putting him through that kind of wringer, she had to get up from the floor and readjust herself, if only because the vixen wanted to stretch her legs a bit. It gave her the opportunity to use her bushy tail to cover the fox’s eyes while she told him to stay put and not take a peek, all while she positioned herself to have her needy, hungry slit directly above the bubbling tip of her lover’s shaft. It took all of her strength not to just let gravity do its worst and stretch her out, but the experience was his as much as it was hers. With a murr and a lewd comment about the secret “coming out”, she lifted the fuzzy veil from Cross’ eyes and let him admire her as she was a moment and a thought away from taking his full length… just before doing so.

There was no pomp or circumstance, just her fat ass falling down on Cross’ lap and her nethers being split in two by his fat cock, followed by both of them moaning loudly enough that the next house over could probably hear. To his credit, the fox still managed to keep himself away from orgasm, though how he managed that feat was anyone’s guess but his; the vixen no longer cared how he did it, so long as he held back until she was finished. Not that he’d have to wait much longer, since for all of her posturing, Gloria wasn’t possessed of the greatest of stamina herself; after so much time playing around with her little toy, plus the titfuck leaving her in the state she was in, all it really took was a small push in the right direction for her to start crossing the edge over into climax. Every motion grew faster, but more uncoordinated, stronger, but far sloppier; it was a wonder she didn’t just fall over him and collapse completely, though she wasn’t that far off from doing just that if she was to be honest.

Barely five minutes of this went by before inevitably she reached the end of her line, and just moments after doing so dragged Cross along with her. With a final plop, the vixen’s rear was firmly glued to her lover’s chest, her legs pressing on his while his cock hilted inside of her, leaving the faintest hint of a bulge outlined against her belly. In that moment she let loose, a flood of femcum erupting from her lower lips and bathing the fox’s groin; Cross, for his part, was glad to feel that, as it meant he could finally stop holding back and give Gloria what she both wanted and deserved, in the form of painting her insides white with such immense pressure that the vixen actually yelped once she felt the first few ropes of cum hit her with a strength she was not ready for. Even with her full weight keeping him tightly locked inside of her, still a deluge of cum oozed out from her slit, enough to mix with her own juices and fill the air with a strong, intoxicating scent, one that neither of them were ready for. With their energy stores exhausted and their night already done and over with, Gloria chose to collapse backwards onto Cross’ chest, knocking the air out of his lungs and causing both of them to have to take five minutes to recover. This conveniently allowed the fox to slip out from inside of her, his still-twitching member spurting the occasional glob of cum onto Gloria’s belly or (actual) carpet. There the two remained, at least until the vixen turned around to give her lover a great, big, tight hug… where her bosom conveniently smothered his face, giving Cross exactly what he wanted.

They fell asleep in that position, not really caring about the mess they were making below the waist or about getting anything else to eat; they were spent, they were tired, and now they had to rest.

Morning came far slower than either of them did the night before, and left them feeling like they had been run over by a car from how sore they felt all over. Gloria began to think she might need to get started on a workout regimen if this was what was in store for her after every romantic encounter, while Cross… was still mostly trying to recover from having a pair of tits smushed over his head throughout the night. Lack of oxygen did wonderful things to one’s brain, doubly so if the reason was one such as that. So while the vixen rose to her feet and spruced herself up in the bathroom, the fox remained as he was, lying down with his back to the ground and an unfocused stare pointed directly at the ceiling; at least until Gloria walked back into frame, at which point his tongue lolled out and his hands weakly grasped towards her.

“Not today, loverboy,” she chuckled, grabbing his wrists and pulling him up instead, “you’re getting into the shower and cleaning up. We’ll talk afterwards, go on.”

Utterly defeated by this simple gesture, and terribly saddened by the missed opportunity of showering together with Gloria, Cross did as he was told to, moving on auto-pilot for most of his daily hygiene ritual. Once he was done he had just enough of his conscious mind back to hold a conversation, and even then he still focused mostly on awkwardly trying to hold the vixen again… a gesture she was more than happy to allow.

“So, you’re not gonna find anything of use over here, and you mentioned you were going to Derrin, right?” she recalled the previous night’s conversation, to which Cross nodded, “Well, I can’t exactly take you there, but I can point you in the right direction.”

She opened the door, revealing the outside to be coated in a fresh layer of powdery snow, glowing brightly underneath the morning sun. The sky was clear and the wind had settled, making it the perfect opportunity to try and make a break for the bus stop before things took a turn for the blizzard-y again. The two exchanged one last look before closing the door behind them, Gloria in particular choosing that moment to give Cross a final kiss. It was highly unlikely the two would ever see one another again, but at least they had that night to remember.

And the walk to the bus stop.

And the wait for the bus.

… plenty of time for some snuggles, now that she thought about it.