The red fox that dangled on the vines was panting. Licking my lips, I sauntered around to her front. Her mouth was open and her eyes were crossed. My tongue must have fried her brain. Lucky girl. I hadn’t noticed the length of rope around her neck until now, so I took it and tugged. She swung towards me. I grabbed her neck between my jaws. Clamping down softly.

“Mmmmh,” Vixy moaned. She was shivering in my jaws.

“Oh Vixy, my little Vixy,” I said sensually, nibbling her neck. “Be a good fox and beg.”

“Please let me go, Mr. Ocelot.”

“What will you give me?”

“I—I’ll make you feel good.” Her tail swished.

I released her neck and she swung back. “Tell me.”

“Please just let me down.”

“Nuh uh. Tell me all the ways you’ll make me feel good.”

“It’s too embarrassing.”

“You like embarrassing.”

Vixy swallowed and shook her head.

“Then I suppose it's time for us to part ways, little fox.”

“N-no! I can’t be stuck here all night. The creepers...”

I turned and flicked my tail in Vixy’s face. I took a step. Then another. I could hear her thrashing in the vines. I kept walking. Into the bushes… Any second now. Come on, girl. Give in.

“Fine! I’ll say it!”

I turned and grinned at the bound fox. “Well?”

“I’ll suck your cock, Mr. Ocelot. I’ll ride you until you cum inside me. I’ll do whatever you ask! Just don’t leave me here! I mean it!”

“Good girl.” I huffed. She looked so cute and helpless begging with her ears folded and tail tucked. I’ll miss this.

I waltzed up to the fox. With one claw, I snapped three of the vines holding her waist. Vixy fell butt-first to the forest floor as the rest of the vines tightened. Her bound paws were pulled over her head. Now I stood face-to-face with her and I leaned in and licked her nose. The fox shivered. She tugged at her bound paws. I did another loop around the fox, making sure to tap her body with the tip of my tail at every opportunity.

“Mr. Ocelot,” she breathed, “I’m still stuck.”

“I don’t know, little fox. I kinda like you better this way.”

“You promised you’d let me go.”

“And you promised me something too…” I bent to lick her slit, which hovered a mere pawlength from the ground.

“Ah,” she moaned. “Don’t stop, Mr. Ocelot.”

“Nuh uh, not so fast. You already had your fun. Don’t you think it's my turn?”

“Y-yes sir.”

I slid under the fox. My cock was already rock hard. The taste of the fox still lingered on my tongue. Vixy was panting and my heart was racing. I scooted directly under her sex. Then I grabbed her neck fur and made eye contact. Her eyes were beautiful. A blush crept across her face and she turned away. “Look at me,” I breathed. “Keep looking at me. Beg for it.”

“Please, Mr. Ocelot. I want you inside of me.”

“Good girl.”

I pulled Vixy down and felt her soft warm insides hug the barbs around my cock. “You—you’re so big!” she yeowled.

“Shh.” I put a finger to her lips.

The fox had closed her eyes and I saw that she was drooling, so I licked the underside of her snout, tasting her saliva. Then I thrusted and she yelped again. And again. I yanked her, watching her helpless arms flail among the vines. She was gasping. Moaning. Making sounds that shouldn’t have been possible for a fox to make.

Every time I entered her I could feel my cock spines shifting back and forth, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I knew I was close, so I buried my muzzle in her neck. “Good girl,” I huffed. “Oh you’re so good. I’m so close. I want you to beg for my seed.”

“I—oh fuck—I want your cum, Mr. Ocelot. Fill me up. Please”

I bit her neck as I pushed into her with all my might. My cock was twitching. Waves of ecstasy flooded my body as I shot my hot sticky cum into the little fox. She was screaming. I was grunting. Finally, as the twitching stopped, I released her neck from my jaws and slumped back into the soft forest undergrowth.

“Ugh. Vixy,” I said. “You’re so good.”

She didn’t say anything. Her eyes were unfocused. Her body was still trembling from that post orgasm glow. Standing up, I gently caressed the vixen’s cheek. Then I looked to the vines still holding her arms hostage. I could let her go, but I had a feeling she wouldn’t mind having more fun in my jungle.