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The Fox and the Crow	By : jinna1979 Category: Fairy Tales, Fables, Folklore, Legends, and Myth > Fables Views: 4285 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Fox and the Crow
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The Original Fable:
A Fox once saw a Crow fly off with a piece of cheese in its beak and settle on a branch of a tree.
"That's for me, as I am a Fox," said Master Reynard, and he walked up to the foot of the tree.
"Good day, Mistress Crow," he cried. "How well you are looking today: how glossy your feathers; how bright your eye. I feel sure your voice must surpass that of other birds, just as your figure does; let me hear but one song from you that I may greet you as the Queen of Birds."
The Crow lifted up her head and began to caw her best, but the moment she opened her mouth the piece of cheese fell to the ground, only to be snapped up by Master Fox.
"That will do," said he. "That was all I wanted. In exchange for your cheese I will give you a piece of advice for the future: "Do not trust flatterers."
Our story begins once upon a time, in a far away land. In this distant and lovely land of rolling hills, and tinkling streams there lived a magical sort of people who were able to change into animals. Each community of people had a spirit animal, and they could change into this one animal at will. There was the community of Lion people, the Bear people, the Deer people, the Dog people, the Snake people, the Fox people, the Raven people, and too many others to list.
Each community of people tended to live where their spirit animals would dwell. The Bear people preferred to build their homes in caves, creating remarkable structures that looked like round stone pods, protruding from the side of the cave wall. The Deer people built their homes in the woodlands, making flimsy structures from the birch trees that seemed to blend in seamlessly with all the other trees. The Frog people lived in the swamps, the Weasel people lived in underground tunnels, the Wolf people created enormous dens for their enormous families, and so forth.
It was a clear and lovely day, with only a few wisps of clouds in the sky. A slight breeze caused the grasses upon the hills to undulate hypnotically, like an ocean of greenish yellow. In the distance, one could hear the Lark people, singing their cheerful songs of joy and love. Up in the treetops, in an ornate tree house bedecked with shiny bits of stone sat Cynta Crow in her human form, swinging her bare legs carelessly back and forth. The wind caught strands of her inky black hair, blowing it across her face but she paid it no heed. Instead, she was watching the road below for a merchant was passing through with his wagon, hoping to peddle his wares in the next town. She wondered momentarily if he was selling anything shiny, for she loved shiny things but mostly, she was focused on the sandwich he was trying to make.
The merchant must have been impatient if he was not even willing to stop to make his own lunch, and unfortunately for him, a pothole in the dirt road meant that a block of cheese went flying out of his hands and onto the road. Cynta had to have it. Sweeping her arms outwards in a graceful gesture, she transformed herself into a crow and flew down towards the road, plucking the piece of cheese with her beak. In a graceful arc, she flew upwards and settled upon a branch of a tree.
Cynta's actions had not gone unnoticed. Reynard Fox had been watching her from outside his den, though he had remained in his Fox form. Bird people always seemed far too self-assured up in their tree houses, and if one of their lovely maidens happened to want to show off her lovely bare legs, why, who was he to complain? Of course, a Crow would never think to lower him or herself by associating with a Fox, and likewise, a Fox ought to not feel any desire for any Bird brained sort of person, but Reynard was different. Reynard Fox most definitely felt desire when he looked upon the long pale legs of Miss Cynta Crow, and Reynard Fox most definitely wanted to touch that luxurious, long black hair, so unlike the thick red hair of female Foxes.
This time however, something was different and he finally had an excuse to go bother Miss Crow. And if his trickster ways should happen to also get him a bite of lunch, then all the better, for he had smelled and seen the piece of cheese that she had flown off with.
Reynard Fox dashed up to the foot of the tree where he sat, neatly tucking his paws together as he gazed up at Miss Crow's lovely feathers.
"Good day, Mistress Crow," he called up to her. She did not deign to reply, or more accurately, she could not with a piece of cheese in her beak.
"You are looking well today," Reynard said, "Your feathers are exquisitely glossy, and your eyes are so bright. I have no doubt that your voice must surpass that of all other birds. Please, I implore you, let me hear your sing, so that I can declare you the Queen of Birds."
Cynta Crow was not fooled. She heard the Larks, and she heard the Nightingales. Surely this Fox-brained fool before her could see that she was no Lark nor a Nightingale. She chose to ignore him. Unfortunately for her, the Fox kept talking.
"What's more, my dear Mistress Crow, you have the most beautiful legs, so long and smooth," he continued. Now Cynta was starting to feel uneasy.
"And your hair, so long, and as rich as midnight. I wonder how it smells. I wonder how it would feel when I caress it." Cynta shifted her weight uneasily. On one hand, she could just fly away, but a strange impulse kept her glued to the spot.
"I imagine your hair must feel like silk, but if your hair is like silk, then what must your skin feel like? And what's more, what does your skin taste like? I cannot help but imagine myself licking my way from each of your adorable little toes, up your sleek calves, and then upwards again to your thighs, and-"
Cynta's beak opened in surprise, and she dropped her cheese. Reynard Fox snapped up the piece of cheese, which he swallowed in a single gulp.
"That will do," he said. "In exchange for the cheese, I will give you a piece of advice: Do Not Trust Flatterers." Reynard Fox was clever and sly, and he knew what he was saying. The words were sure to prick at Miss Crow's pride, and instead of searching for her, she would be the one to seek him out, even if it was just in revenge. Gleefully, Reynard dashed off towards his den, wondering what Miss Crow would do to retaliate. He could not wait.
When the Fox dashed off, Cynta flew back up to her tree house and transformed back into her human form. She cried out in anger and frustration, kicking the wall of her house (which unfortunately, led to a painfully stubbed toe), before sitting down to plot her revenge. Maybe she could convince the Flea people to move to a comfortable spot on his neck. Or maybe she should leave a few eggs around his den where they would go unnoticed and slowly rot. Or maybe... Another plan to came to mind and she knew it was the best plan of all. After all, as clever as the Fox thought he was, he could not hide the genuine desire that laced his voice. Yes, she had a clever plan indeed.
Several days had passed, and Reynard Fox wondered if Miss Crow had forgotten about him. Had she decided to heed his advice, and forget the piece of cheese? He felt oddly disappointed. He ventured through a small copse of saplings towards a pond where the water was cool, clear and perfect for drinking. However, before he reached the shore, he froze, for there she was: Miss Crow in her human form, bathing in the pond. Her long inky hair clung to her skin in long, tiger-like stripes, contrasting sharply against her pale skin. Her back was to him, and she was stroking her hands up and down her body in slow, languorous motions. He could see the round swell of half of her lovely behind, but the rest was submerged in water. Reynard Fox felt as though he could not breath. He dared not move lest he frighten and cause her to fly away. He could only watch in wide-eyed lust, feeling as though he were ready to burst out of his own skin.
Cynta Crow sighed. She had not heard him come, but her eyes were extremely sharp, and she saw the shadowy movement in the corner of her eye. He was here. She moved her hands up and down her body, but then, let them settle over her generous breasts, which she began to stroke. Her dusky nipples were hard, and as her fingers brushed over them, she moaned softly in pleasure, letting her head tip back. She heard a rustle in the trees and she knew it wasn't the wind. Miss Crow smiled and continued strumming her nipples and fondling her breasts.
Reynard Fox couldn't seem to control his transformation. Though his human body was more cumbersome than being a Fox, he needed to change. His cock was hard, and the degree of his arousal was nearly painful. His breathing was uneven, and he wrapped a hand around his shaft. He wanted to imagine himself inside her, but he could not think. He wanted to envision the feel of his hands on her waist, his cock embedded in her slick and hot wetness, but his mind failed him. He was struck dumb with want. He took a step and a branch snapped between his feet. He cursed his awkwardness.
Miss Crow turned around, and feigned surprise at the Fox's presence. In truth, the surprise wasn't entirely feigned, for she had never seen Reynard's human form and the red-headed man was surprisingly handsome, from the smattering of red hair across his chest, to the impressive size of his cock.
"Mr Fox," she exclaimed breathlessly, "Oh my." She moved her arms to cover her breasts, but she did so slowly to assure that he did not miss a thing. Reynard Fox could only make an incoherent grunt.
"Why, your chest," Cynta Crow said, "It's so broad. You look so immensely strong. I imagine I would feel so small if your chest was pressed against me. Small, and fragile against your large and hard body." Reynard took a few steps towards her, and she held her place.
"And your arms," she continued. "Your arms are so muscled. Such arms could lift me up as though I were as light as air, and I would not even need to wrap my thighs around you to hold myself up." Reynard's eyes seemed to bulge at her words, and he took a few more steps towards her until they stood merely inches apart. He reached out hesitantly, almost as though he could not believe she was real, and pulled her into his arms. Her skin was damp and cool, contrasting against his hot skin, and he groaned as her slippery body pressed against his.
Cynta Crow's thoughts almost fled from her head as the Fox pulled her into his embrace. His skin seemed as hot as fire, and she could feel his arousal against her stomach, sending a coil of desire through her body as her pussy grew slick with want. For more than a moment, she felt like she was losing control of the situation, and losing control of herself. His hands were moving down her back, cupping her buttocks, pulling her against him, and she could feel his body vibrate as he groaned in helpless pleasure.
"Mr Fox," she murmured, her breath hot against his ears. "Oh by the gods, Mr Fox, you feel good. It's just..." Cynta paused, and kissed his neck, flicking out her tongue to taste his salty skin. He groaned again, and the vibration only served to make her wetter.
"It's just," she continued, "Someone once told me not to trust flatterers." Still slippery from her bath, Cynta easily slid out of Reynard's arms, and she quickly transformed into a Crow, and flew away, cawing in laughter. Only... the laughter was a bit forced for desire raged through her body and it was then that she knew that she was in over her head. She dared a quick glance back, and was satisfied to know that as bad as it was for her, Mr Fox had it much, much worse.
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