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Life on a Farm (Felixia and Jugger)

She awoke with a start, hearing the chickens and groaning, having gotten used to getting a good night's sleep. She got up, wrapping herself in a heavy coat and a scarf, and ran outside. She sprinted towards the chickens and barged in, seeing the fox again. "Why did you do this! We had it going to well!" She screamed him, clearly very angry. She reached out and grabbed him by the neck, shaking his head to let the chicken go.
 
He saw her suddenly as she appeared and he began to wag his tail gently, but it was also somewhat between his legs. The feral backed away from her and the hairs on his body bristled to show he was feeling threatened and didn't want her near him. When she suddenly grabbed his neck and began to shake him, he dropped the dead chicken but he attacked her, pouncing on her and holding her arms to her side as he growled at her, using his weight to keep her down. He just growled at her angrily before suddenly he stopped and just laid down, his head laying upon her breasts and keeping her down there as he slept atop of her.
 
"Da....da....what..." She was confused to hell and back, but at least he wasn't attacking the chickens anymore. "Hmmmm.....its warm at least." If she had to spent the night outside in the snow...apparently a fox was warm enough. Dirty though. She sighed in defeat and laid back, he head resting in the hay, still unable to free her arms. She could feel a little of the chicken's blood soaking into her side, and she made note to wash these clothes. She wiggled her arm a little bit, trying to at least get one free.
 
Eventually the fox lifted its head and began to tear at her shirt once more, though not as fierceless as last time unless she began to struggle. He was tearing her shirt and then moved to start ripping off her bottoms with his hands so that she was naked. He grabbed her ankle if she tried to run and would trip her by pulling her leg out from under her and pull her over before forcing himself onto her, his red cock poking against her pussy as he lay on top of her, prodding her until he finally thrust himself slowly into her.
 
She screamed out when he felt him starting to rape her. She struggled wildly, feeling her clothing start to fly all over. Her eyes widened with shock and anger, feeling him fully pierce into her. She moaned out in pain, feeling her hymen pop, shuddering and gasping. She leaked out around his cock, her blood mixing with the chicken's. "You...you...beast.." She whimpered out, feeling weak and unable to do anything about the fox thrusting in and out of her.
 
The fox feral continued to rape her, thrusting its cock into her body without mercy, not knowing about mercy for something like this. In and out, faster and faster. The sounds of his hips hitting her thighs made plopping sounds as he thrust into her. His hot breath from his snout as he panted hit her face as he continued to thrust and eventually he leaned down and began to kiss her forcefully, forcing his tongue into her mouth as he continued to rape her.
 
She groaned out loudly and she slowly started to fall into the pleasure. Despite the rape, and she didn't want her first to be with an animal, she did admit he did have some skills in this area. She groaned out, squirming and finally getting an arm out, and she wrapped it around his back, holding onto him as he thrusted. The plopping was getting faster and louder as her juices started to flow, lubing his member. After a few more minutes, she screamed out, startling the chickens and causing them to scatter, and she orgasmed. Her juices splashed around his member, staining his legs and the floor boards.
 
He didn't stop when she orgasmed. He just kept thrusting. Seeing how she was now fully cooperating with him in some what, he let her go and moved to grab her hips and start thrusting into her much hard. He growled as he was now doing this much more ferociously to her sensitive pussy despite her being just deflowered minutes ago. The thrusting continued on and on and his rubbery cock eventually shot his hot fox seed deep into her pussy and soon he pulled out and watched as it dripped out of her slightly. He was still hard, wanting more. He moved to her head and forced his cock into her mouth completely, wanting her to do the work this time as he just squatted above her head with his cock forcing itself into her mouth.
 
She groaned and fell limply to the floor, her pussy screaming in pain and pleasure. When the fox moved to the front of her face, she felt him lift her chin up, only to force his cock into her mouth. She tasted his cum and her juices as soon at it entered, and she groaned loudly. She started bobbing her head, staying on her back and pleasing him. Despite the clear rape....it....felt good. She rolled up onto her elbows, and started to rub his thighs, sucking harder and bobbing faster and faster. Maybe this was the exchange that was needed to keep him away from her farm.
 
As she would continue to start sucking on his cock, he would howl out in pure pleasure as he began to shoot his fox seed down into her mouth. He pulled out when he was finished, his cock going back into his sheathe and he looked to her, watching her for a bit before he rushed over to the chicken, grabbed it with his hand, and darted away from the farm, leaving her there as he disappeared into the forest once more for the day, having all the food he would need for a while. The blood draining out, though leaving him less to actually consume, would help him taste the meat more at least...even if it was just raw.
 
She was left panting and naked on the floor of the coop, sperm covering her legs and face. Her chest heaved, feeling exhausted and light headed, and she slowly stood up, liquid dripping onto the floor. She groaned out and stumbled out of the coop, falling into the snow. She groaned out, feeling her shakiness and weakness. "Ba....bastard..." She started shivering, and she stumbled back to her feet, slowly making her way back into the house, where she collapsed again in her bed. She climbed under the covers, content to left the night end.
 
Two days later, her old friend would return. He did not give her any special treatment despite what he did, he still snuck up to the farm and silently approached the cows now. They would be much more difficult to take. So he would take it with him, live. And kill it when he gets to the forest. He opened the gate and walked in, approaching a cow in the field and took it by the bell, causing it to rattle as the cow followed the man as the feral pulled it.
 
She still wasn't feeling right from the raping, and stood up groggily from the living room couch. She draped her coat on and stumbled outside, tired of this and now holding a bow and a quiver of arrows. She had enjoyed it..but now this uneasy in her was making her regret not going with a weapon. She saw him standing upright, leading a cow away and yelled at him, nocking an arrow and pulling it up to her cheek. She fired and watched as it sailed, popping him in the leg. She grinned and walked over, taking the cow back to the pen and then stood over him, nocking another arrow and aiming it at his head. Her stomach chose that moment to make her sickness known, making her double over in pain.
 
Feeling the arrow sting right into his leg, he yelped out and began to fall to the ground, turning onto his backside to sit on his butt as he held his leg in pain. He looked up, only to see the girl standing over him with another arrow pointed directly for his face. He whimpered, not wanting to die. But he was confused when he saw the arrow fly past him when she doubled over in pain. He reached for the arrow in his leg and pulled it out in one strong tug and threw it to the side as he moved over to her, whimpering as he nudged her with his snout. Despite the fact that she tried to kill him, he couldn't just sit there and let her be like this. He picked her up as best he could, and limped her back to her house, opening the door, just as he saw her do it many times before, and walk in, finding a couch that seemed more comfortable than anything he had slept on. He placed her down and sat down on the floor beside her, whimpering in worry.
 
She rolled her head to the side and opened an eye, seeing the fox there, looking at her. "It's your fault you know..." She draped her arms over her belly, a clear indication, even to a feral. "If this....thing....happens....I will be cast out of my family." She mumbled out, not caring if he heard or not. She sighed in defeat, knowing that in her present condition, protecting the farm or even working on it would be hopeless. "You found your victory...I am at your mercy." She closed her eyes and groaned again, curling up on the couch.
 
The feral frowned as he looked to the girl and looked to her belly, assuming that she had been impregnated thanks to his little rape effort the night before. He whimpered gently as he laid his head down on her belly and looked at her, licking his lips every now and then but did nothing other than lay his head on her. His hand went to her arm and held it there as he closed his eyes and nuzzled down into her stomach, relaxing gently as he continued to lightly whimper, feeling guilty.
 
She put a hand on his head and scratched behind his ears softly. "It would be so much better if you could talk or something....maybe even use tools. Your help would be sooo welcomed..." She stopped scratching and got in a more comfortable position, her hand back on his head and petting him softly. Her mind wondered off, thinking about how she would keep the farm going now that she was pregnant....or at least thought she was.
 
He whimpered as she began to pet his head and he looked up, pushing his head more into her hand and enjoying it but at the same time he felt bad. Moving over to her as she sat up, he began to lick up and down her cheek and lay his head on her shoulder whimpering. "T-Tewz..." He tried to imitate the word. "Tewz...Tewz...?" His voice was shakey and silent, as if he almost had an inability to speak at all almost.
 
(At all almost....what a contradiction, lol)

She turned and look at him, a little shocked, "Yes...tools." She sat up and walked over to the doorway, picking up a broom. "Tools." She started to sweep. After giving the demonstration, she held out the broom to the fox and cocked her head to the side, forgetting her pain at this shocking revelation.
 
(Perhaps. lol)

When he saw the broom, he began to growl, remembering what she did to him in several different ways with that damned thing. For one she bashed him over the head several times with it, and when she was holding him prisoner, he did not take kindly to her molesting his cock with the end of the broom. Though, when he saw her pain, the feral moved over and grabbed her, pulling her back to the couch but was not intelligent enough to understand why she was in pain anyway. Her body was weaker than his, and he didn't know that she could not endure as much pain as he could.
 
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