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A naughty little fairy tale involving a poor little fox who could never seem to get himself as to be as playful as his other foxy friends.

“The Fox with a Broken Sex Drive”

by K.M. H. ()

AUTHOR’S NOTES: This story and all characters are copyright © 2006 K.M. H…

Not so long ago, in a town very much like yours or mine, there lived four little college foxes named Danny, Kenny, Rikky and Maverick. They were all four the best of friends, and they lived together in a four-bedroom suite in Fox Hall at the local Canid College. Like all foxes, they had swishy tails and pretty fur and bright, perky outlooks on life. Also like all foxes, they worked hard when they had to, but they also made sure to play hard when they wanted to, in order to assure that they never lost their innate vulpine joy.

On Saturday and Tuesday nights, you could often hear soft grunts and pleasured squeaks coming from Kenny’s room. On Sunday and Wednesday nights, you would probably expect to hear eager groans and happy barks from Rikky’s room. On Monday and Thursday nights, you could be assured of hearing sharp yelps and high-pitched yips coming from Maverick’s room. And on Friday nights, of course, all of their rooms were usually echoing forth with their own chorus of happy, foxy sounds.

All of their rooms, of course, save for Danny’s. On Saturday and Tuesday nights, you could often find Danny at the campus center coffee shop, working on his creative writing. On Sunday and Wednesday nights, you might run into Danny at the student union, working on putting together flyers for upcoming campus events. On Monday and Thursday nights, Danny was usually down at the student newspaper, handling the Ed/Op page for next morning’s addition. And on Friday nights, Danny usually just stayed in his room with his muzzle buried in a textbook or two, studying his little tail off in preparation for the coming week.

Danny kept himself busy and bustling, and he was always smiling, always wagging and always swishing his tail, so that all the other students at the Canid College would think that he was a good, happy little fox. On the inside, however, Danny was a sad, frustrated little fox, because he had a broken sex drive.

Every morning, when the four foxy friends had breakfast together at the dining commons, Kenny or Rikky or Maverick would tell stories about things like whatever handsome wolf they’d met and kissed and snuggled and gotten off the night before. All of the foxes kept their ears perked as they listened to the stories, and sometimes they squirmed in jealous delight, but after a while, the other three foxes noticed that Danny never had any stories of his own to share with the group.

Danny was a dapper swift fox. He had flicky little ears, warm brown eyes, and a jaunty, fluffy tail. He liked to wear blue collared shirts and plain black slacks that made him look nice and respectable as he walked around campus every day.

“What’s wrong?” asked Kenny one morning with a frown. “Haven’t you been having any luck with the wolves over in Wolf Hall?”

Kenny was a preppy arctic fox. He had short, stubby ears, bright blue soulful eyes, and a big, soft, white and fluffy tail. He liked to wear sky blue turtleneck sweaters and khaki slacks with a tightly-cinched black leather belt that made him look snappy and smart as he walked around campus every day, but when evening rolled around, all of that usually ended up in a crumpled pile on his bedroom floor.

“I don’t know,” said Danny. “I guess I just haven’t found the right wolf to pique my interest.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll find one soon!” said Rikky with a bright chirp in his voice. “After all, you’re a very handsome vulpine, you know.”

Rikky was a little red fox. He had pointy, black-furred ears, emerald green eyes, and a white-tipped, fluffy tail. He liked to wear skimpy leather vests and skimpy denim shorts that made him look sexy and playful as he walked around campus every day, but when evening rolled around, all of that usually ended up in a crumpled pile on his bedroom floor.

“Well, maybe,” Danny said with a sigh. “I wish I just knew what to look for, though.”

“Maybe you don’t need to worry at all,” said Maverick with a toothy grin. “After all, if you just stand there and look cute, eventually some handsome wolf is bound to notice you!”

Maverick was a rascally gray fox. He had spiky-furred ears, devilish eyes, and a somewhat-unkempt but still-fluffy tail. He liked to go around topless while wearing tight, form-fitting leather pants and a studded leather collar that made him look like a very naughty fox indeed as he walked around campus every day, but when evening rolled around, all of that usually ended up in a crumpled pile on his bedroom floor (except for the collar, which he only ever took off when he showered).

“I guess,” said Danny. He thought some more about all of the wolves over at Wolf Hall, and while he liked the idea of finding another nice male canid to spend time with, he knew that he just wasn’t as excited about the prospect as Kenny and Rikky and Maverick were.

Kenny tilted his head, scratched behind one of his ears, and looked at Danny. “Is something the matter, Danny?” the arctic fox asked. “Are you nervous about meeting a nice wolf? Because let me tell you, there’s nothing to worry about.”

Danny was worried, but he wasn’t as worried about the wolves as he was about his friends thinking he was weird. “I think so,” the swift fox admitted. “Does it mean there’s something wrong with me if thinking about meeting a nice wolf doesn’t get me excited enough?”

“Uh-oh,” gasped Rikky, bringing his paws to his face. “You don’t… you don’t like girls, do you?” the red fox asked. “Because that won’t do! That simply won’t do at all!”

But Danny just shook his head. “No, I definitely like boys,” he said. “And I want to meet a nice male here on campus, I really do! Nothing seems to motivate me, though.”

“If that’s the case,” smirked Maverick, “then maybe you should think about meeting more than just one nice male.” The gray fox flashed his fangs. “Maybe the thought of being in the middle of two or three or four or more big canids will get you more excited.”

Danny did think about it for a few moments, but it didn’t get him any more excited. Maverick’s tail was wagging pretty quickly, though, so the thought was at least getting him excited.

Rikky looked over at Maverick, and then at Kenny, and then at Danny. “Guys,” the red fox said with a serious look on his face. “I think we’ve got a problem. I think our pal Danny has a broken sex drive.”

Given the sheer seriousness of the matter, the four foxes decided to skip classes for the day. Danny, Kenny, Rikky and Maverick went back to Fox Hall, went back to their suite, and they all sat down in the common room. The arctic fox, the red fox and the gray fox all took a few minutes to look over the swift fox, flicking their tails in thought and scratching their ears in puzzlement and consternation.

“Well, I don’t think we’re going to find anything out by staring at me,” Danny said. “I don’t think the problem is with my looks.”

“Oh, definitely not,” said Kenny. “You’re definitely cute enough. I know I’d let you mount me.”

Danny smiled and wagged his tail. “Thanks,” he said. “That helps to know.”

“Let’s get him out of his clothes,” Rikky suggested. “Maybe then we can figure out what makes him tick.”

The other three foxes all went about taking Danny’s clothes off. For a few moments, the swift fox felt a little tingling in his sheath, but it didn’t last very long. Once he was naked, they other foxes all look at him again, flicking their tails and scratching their ears as before.

“Well, your problem isn’t between the legs,” Rikky said, nodding toward Danny’s sheath. “I know I’d suck you off.”

Danny smiled and wagged his tail again. “Thanks,” he said. “That helps to know, too.”

“We can’t just leave him standing up,” said Maverick. “If we want to find out why his sex drive is broken, we need to see what he’d be like if he were having sex.”

The other three foxes then helped Danny down onto all fours, propping him up on his paws and knees in the middle of the common room. It was a little exciting, Danny thought, to be in this position, and it made his sheath tingle a little bit more, but the feeling soon went away, and he frowned some more as his friends just kept looking at him.

“Well, the problem isn’t in your posturing,” Maverick said, stroking a paw along Danny’s back. “I know I’d let you hook a leash to my collar and spank my ass with a paddle while some studly canine pounded his knot against my lips and then came all over my face.”

Danny smiled and wagged his tail even faster than before. “Oh, my! Thanks!” he said. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind if we ever fix what’s wrong with me!”

The swift fox stayed on all fours for a little longer. Kenny ran his paws over Danny’s fuzzy backside. Rikky stroked his fingers along Danny’s snout. Maverick lay on the floor and prodded at Danny’s package.

“You do have a pert, fuckable butt,” the arctic fox pointed out.

“And you do have a pretty, pretty muzzle,” the red fox added.

“And you definitely have a cute set of balls, too,” the gray fox concluded.

Danny frowned again, got to his feet, and then put his clothes back on. “I don’t get it,” he whined. “Why doesn’t any of this make me feel better?”

The other three foxes all hung their heads, because none of them had any advice to give their friends. Then, Kenny’s white, stubby ears suddenly perked out, and he raised his chin back up and let out a yip.

“Hey!” he said. “There’s a big party tonight over at Wolf Hall, isn’t there?”

Rikky started to swish his tail. “You know, I think you’re right!”

“I can’t believe we forgot!” Maverick said. He adjusted his collar with one of his claws.

“Come on,” Rikky said, taking hold of one of Danny’s paws. “Let’s take our time and get ready and we can all go to the party together.”

Kenny nodded. “Right! And then, we can find Danny some nice wolf and snap him out of this funk he’s in.”

The swift fox was a little jumpy. He was very eager about ridding himself of his silly troubles, but he had butterflies in his stomach as he thought about what might happen that night if things didn’t go as they planned. After all, if his sex drive was broken, what if it couldn’t be fixed? Would he ever be able to be a fully-functional fox?

That night, Danny, Kenny, Rikky and Maverick all put on their best outfits and trotted on over to Wolf Hall. They all kept their ears alert, they all swished their tails in anticipation, and they all felt the briefest of stirrings in their sheaths as they waited by the door before a group of very handsome wolves led them on inside.

The party was very loud and very full of people. Danny closed his eyes and just breathed in through his nose. The air smelled very warm and very masculine, and he smiled a little, because it reminded him that he definitely wasn’t so broken a fox that he didn’t at least like boys.

Danny walked around the party, and while he met and talked with a lot of very nice and very handsome wolves, he never felt the inclination to do more than talk, and he never felt any telltale signs between his legs urging him to do something spontaneous and sexy. The swift fox hid his frown of disappointment, though, and he scanned the rest of the party to see if he could find his friends.

Kenny was leaning against the far wall. There was a tall, buff, muscular wolf talking to him. The wolf had one of his paws pressed against the arctic fox’s chest and shoulder. Kenny’s tail wagged as they talked, and he seemed to be enjoying the fact that he was pinned to the wall by the much larger canid.

Taking a cue from that, Danny took another look around to see if there weren’t any big, buff wolves that caught his eye. He managed to spot a number of them around the party, posturing for some other foxes, but as before, none of them made Danny’s tail wag the way that Kenny’s had been wagging. The swift fox looked back over toward the wall, but the wolf and the arctic fox were gone.

Rikky was sitting at a table. He was joined by a wolf who wore glasses and was drinking what looked like a martini. He gave Rikky a similar drink, and the red fox’s tail wagged as they talked, and he seemed to be enjoying the coy, flirty conversation with his fellow canid.

Taking a cue from that, Danny scanned the room to see if there were any nice, intellectual wolves that caught his eye. He managed to spy a number of them around the party, making small talk with some other foxes, but as before, none of them made Danny’s tail wag the way that Rikky’s had been wagging. The swift fox looked back over toward the table, but the wolf and the red fox were gone.

Maverick was hanging out in the corner. He was talking to both a wolf and a coyote, both of whom were grinning at the topless gray fox. Maverick’s tail wagged quite a bit as he talked to the other two larger canids, and he had a sneaky little smirk on his muzzle.

Taking a cue from that, Danny searched the room to see if there were any other coyotes hanging around. There weren’t any other coyotes to be seen at all, though, and when the swift fox looked back over toward the corner, the wolf, the coyote, and the gray fox were all gone.

Danny hung around the party for a few more hours, drinking diet soda and shuffling his feet in time with the music. His friends were gone, though, so he didn’t have much fun, and he walked back to Fox Hall all by himself a little after midnight. When he got back to the suite and went into the common room, he could smell the strong mingling scents of fox musk and wolf musk and a tiny bit of coyote musk thrown in as well. The smell made Danny’s sheath stir for two whole moments, but then it went still again. The swift fox sighed, then, and went into his bedroom and went quickly to sleep.

The next morning, having breakfast at the dining commons, Kenny and Rikky and Maverick couldn’t stop swishing their tails as they chatted and smiled and swapped stories with each other.

“I had the best night last night,” Kenny said. “I met this big, muscular wolf at the party, and he was very eager and straightforward with me. He held me up against the wall, nibbled my neck, and then dragged me back to my room, where he tore my clothes off, tossed me onto the bed, and pounded me under the tail over and over again until my poor little limbs couldn’t hold my body up anymore.”

Danny tried to picture that, and something about the mental image did start to bring his sheath back to life. Rikky and Maverick’s tails swished a lot faster than his, though.

“Oh, I had the best night last night, too,” Rikky said. “I met this wolf who’s a graduate student here. He was really smart and well-spoken and he liked to talk about science and literature and fine wine while pretending that he was playing hard to get, but I played along and seduced him, and then I dragged him back to my room where I tore his pants off and sucked him off until my poor jaw was so sore that I couldn’t suck anymore.”

Danny tried to picture that, too, and something else about that new mental image made his already-warm sheath get even warmer. Kenny and Maverick’s tails swished even faster than before, though.

“I bet I had the best night of all,” Maverick said. “I met a wolf and a coyote, and after getting my paws down both of their pants while still at the party, they were so worked up that they practically dragged me back to my room, tied me to the bed, blindfolded me, spanked my tight little butt, and double-teamed me like I was their very own filthy little slut until both of my holes were so sore that they couldn’t take any more. And then they kept going.”

Danny actually felt the tip of his cock slip free of his sheath, then, at that thought! Now his tail was swishing even faster than any of the other foxes’!

“What about you?” asked Maverick, nostrils twitching at the faint scent of the swift fox’s arousal.

Danny fidgeted his paws. “What about me?” he asked.

“Did you get anyone to fuck you?” Kenny asked.

“Well, no,” Danny replied. His cock started retreating back into his sheath.

“Did you suck anyone’s cock?” Rikky asked.

“Well, no,” Danny replied again. His sheath started to shrink back down.

“Did you at least get to grope anyone while in plain view of a dozen or so other people?” Maverick asked.

“Well, no,” Danny replied, and then his sheath was as still as it usually was.

The four foxes were silent for a few minutes, and they continued to nibble at their breakfasts without much joy at all between them. It was Danny, though, who was the most mirthless, for the other three had all at least gotten laid the night before.

Back at the dorm suite, the foxes once again tried to put their heads together in order to figure out what made Danny tick (or what made him not tick, barring that).

Maverick went into his room and came out with a long, black, rubber dildo, shaped to lupine form and proportion. It was frighteningly big, though, nearly as long as Rikky’s forearm, and probably as thick around the knot as a tennis ball. “Okay, Danny,” the gray fox said, holding out the shiny, black instrument. “You’re quite sure that this is what you’re after, right?”

Danny inspected it with his eyes. He was almost afraid to touch it, and he certainly wasn’t going to pick it up, but he managed to at least trace the tip of one claw against its smooth surface. “I… guess,” the swift fox said. “They’re not all this big in real life, though, right?”

“I’d certainly hope not,” Rikky said. “I don’t think my throat is long enough.”

“Well, at least we know for sure that you’re not a size queen,” Maverick pointed out. Danny did notice that the front of the gray fox’s leather pants was bulging out a bit noticeably. “Still, it’s entirely possible that you have some other kind of weird kink or fetish that you need in order to help get your blood pumping. Did you want some help in figuring those out?”

After a few moments spent thinking about the weirdest things he could think of, Danny shook his head. “I don’t think my problem has to do with kinks or fetishes,” he said to Maverick. “I just really think that my sex drive is broken.”

“Do you at least get to take matters into your own paw?” Kenny asked.

Danny looked down into his lap. “It never really comes up,” the swift fox says.

“Oh, dear,” Kenny replied. “This is even worse than I thought. I mean, I even got to play around last night, and I still had to use my paw on myself before I even got out of bed this morning.”

Rikky nodded. “Yeah. I was still so excited after last night that I had to go twice.”

“I would have gone three times myself,” Maverick added, “but my paws were still tied to my headboard.”

Looking down between his legs some more, Danny squeezed his lifeless sheath through his shorts. “Maybe I should try seeing what I can make happen?” the swift fox asked, looking up.

At his point, Danny and Rikky and Maverick noticed that Kenny was gone, along with the toy that Maverick had brought out.

“I think that’s a pretty good idea,” Rikky said, nodding his head. “Whenever I’m confused or upset or don’t know what to do, I find that just taking the time out to lay back and enjoy my own paw sometimes helps.”

With that advice to support his idea, Danny slipped away into his bedroom. He got up onto his bed, took off his shirt and his pants, and then lay on his back, paw on his sheath, and tried to relax. Nothing really came to mind, though, to make his maleness come to life.

Closing his eyes, Danny let out a tense breath and thought about what Kenny had said about the night before. He imaged the young arctic fox on all fours, his tail lifted high, exposing the snug little hole underneath.

The swift fox’s sheath began to firm up. His breathing quickened, and he started to squeeze and stroke himself as his pulse got faster. He squinted his eyes more tightly shut, and he imagined that white-furred rump getting pounded by a nice, thick, knotted member, and the fox’s own member jumped at that thought, too.

Caught up in the moment, Danny rolled over onto his own paws and knees. He hiked up his tail, thrust his rump into the air as if presenting to some lucky, imaginary lover, and continued to stroke himself. Before his own knot was even fully formed, though, he started to go soft again, and try as he might to imagine himself in Kenny’s place in his naughty fantasy, it didn’t bring back his erection.

Sighing, Danny flopped back over onto his back. He really didn’t want to give up, so he decided to think of something new. Closing his eyes again, he then tried to picture little Rikky and the scene he’d described from last night. He imagined the red fox down on his knees, panting and gasping and wagging his tail as his paws tore into the front of a too-tight pair of pants.

A squeak escaped the swift fox’s throat. He pictured a nice, stiff cock flopping out and slapping the red fox softly on the side of the muzzle. He then imagined that fox parting his lips, taking that shaft on into his snout, caressing it with his tongue.

Again, Danny felt the moment seize him. He took two of his own fingers and stuffed them into his muzzle, starting to suck on them hungrily. His tongue swirled around the girth of that pair of digits, and his teeth grazed with just minimal contact against his skin, just as he imagined Rikky would try to do. It got Danny harder than before, but just as his knot was about to reach full thickness, the ability to immerse himself in fantasy failed him yet again, and his erection steadily tapered away into nothingness once more.

For a few seconds, Danny considered trying to imagine himself in one of Maverick’s scenarios, but his brain didn’t even know where to begin on that one.

The fox bit his lip and whimpered in frustration. What was wrong with him? He couldn’t he stay excited? The thought of a nice, slippery cock sinking under a fox’s tail—

Twitch.

Danny stopped, and took a breath. He didn’t want to let himself fall into a trap laid by false hope, after all. Still, before, the thought of a pair of soft, slender vulpine lips wrapping themselves around—

Twitch.

The swift fox’s ears perked. Suddenly, he realized that he was on to something.

Once again, Danny called up the fantasy of Kenny being taken nice and firmly under the tail, only this time, it was the swift fox’s own drizzling, knotted shaft pounding itself in and out of the tight passage between the arctic fox’s soft, fluffy rump cheeks. Likewise, so too was it also Danny’s throbbing member around which he fantasized having little Rikky’s snout, suckling away with all the eagerness to please that Danny had been trying to find all along.

This time, Danny didn’t lose his hard-on, and his knot didn’t stop swelling, and his paw didn’t stop its frantic jerking motions until the soft fox had let out a hot, gasping little yelp as he came all over himself, splattering his belly and his chest and even his face and neck with warm rushes of oh-so-lovely muskiness.

And with that, Danny figured out what his problem had been all along: he was a top! No wonder he hadn’t ever been able to fully share Kenny’s enthusiasm for offering his tail, or Rikky’s enthusiasm for putting his muzzle to use, or Maverick’s enthusiasm for, well… everything that Maverick was enthusiastic about.

For a few minutes, Danny just lay there in bliss, feeling that warm stickiness seeping into his fur as he lazily rolled his balls around in his messy paw, reveling in the relief that was brought about by finally breaking that innate, too-natural tension that he’d had pent up inside him for too long.

Danny toweled himself off, got dressed, and went back out into the common room to join his three foxy friends. He was so excited about his discovery that he was already, well, excited again, and this fact was hardly lost on Kenny or Rikky or Maverick. He hadn’t even been able to finish giving the arctic fox the proper rogering he deserved before hitting his peak again, though, and after that, he was well and truly spent for a good while.

The other two foxes didn’t stay disappointed for long, though, because now that Danny knew what it was that got him going, he was as hard-pressed as the rest of them to keep his vulpine libido in check. That evening (after a dinner at the dining commons where all four of their tails were swishing briskly), Danny was more than happy to let his friend Rikky reap the benefits of his joyful discovery, and the night after that, Danny called up one of his friends from over at Coyote Hall to assist him in spreading that joy to Maverick, as well.

And so, from then on, you could well be assured that any night of the week, should you be within earshot of that suite up in Fox Hall, you would be bound to hear all sorts of various yips, squeaks, barks, moans, groans and other noises, and if you were truly lucky, you might not be on the outside of one of those bedroom doors.

And all four foxes lived very, very, very happily ever after.