It was a simple design; in fact I had nothing to do with it. At one end of the lake was a river, a ways up that river was a four foot deep pool, and feeding that pool was a waterfall. Small underwater heaters warmed the water before it came crashing down the ten foot drop. The soap and shampoo were of my own ecio-friendly making. Drying off was even simpler, just get out and let the sun do its thing. Towels were hidden away just in case.
I slip behind a giant fern and pull on my swim trunks, emerging just in time to see Fox arch herself into the water with a near perfect swan dive. I choose to do a cannon ball hitting the water with a huge splash, dousing her with water. When I come up I have to laugh, she’s standing there, with water dripping off of her fur, eyes half closed, ears pointing straight out sideways, a vixens version of annoyance. She shakes her head and then retaliates by tackling me, pushing me under the water. I jackknife behind her, burst out of the water, lock my arms under hers, and topple backwards dragging both of us under. She squirms free and swims away.
When I bob to the surface she’s nowhere in sight, so I call out playfully “Hello?” When she doesn’t answer I add a fake accent to my voice “Vere are you Furline? I only vish to talk.” Still nothing, now I’m becoming worried, did I hurt her? I call out again panic rising “Fox?” Just then a shadow sails over head and I look up just in time to see a rust red fur ball detach itself from the top of the cliff.
“Ccccccaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnoooooonnnn Bbbbaaaallllllllll!!!!” she screams as she picks up speed on the ten foot drop, ending with her blasting me out of the water and stirring up a lit of mud. I sink beneath the waves stunned, but recover quickly swimming slowly towards her legs. The mud cloud was drifting quickly down stream, but it lasted just long enough for me to grab her legs, slam my feet into the bottom thrusting upwards, and sending her flying.
We spend well over an hour laughing, playing, dunking and splashing each other before setting down and beginning to wash up. I toss her a new bar of soap with a “here ya go.” She catches it easily with one hand and begins to wash. I catch my self watching and begin to wash up too. Fully lathered, I close my eyes and step under the waterfall to rinse off.
When all the soap and shampoo was washed off, I continue stand there letting the pounding water massage me, then I begin to walk forward and with in two steps bonk into Fox’s muzzle, our lips meeting. Both of our eyes widen before she closes her and I swear that I could feel her pressing a little more hungrily just before I stumble back blushing profoundly and stammering “Oh jezz! I’m sorry! I…I didn’t know you were there!” Rubbing my neck in embarrassment I say “So… ah… did you need something?”
She looks down at the water, shuffling her feet, and I can tell she’s blushing too. “Oh ya… um… do… do you think that…” she mumbles stammering badly too, just as surprised at the kiss as I am.
Calming down, I try to coax it out of her “Fox? What do you need?” She stops shuffling and looks up, holding out the bar of soap, asking “Do you think you could wash my back?”
I stare at her dumbly for a few seconds in till it clicks, “oh…OH! Of course!!” then I add playfully “It would be an honor my lady” bowing deeply. She giggles, tilts her head a little to the side and looks at me with her deep brown eyes, a soft smile on her face.
Feeling a little uncomfortable about her gaze but deep down liking it, I Slip behind her and begin to wash her shoulders. She closes her eyes, relaxes her body, and murrs softly, enjoying the feeling of my hand roaming her back, working my way slowly down. I have to admit that I’m starting to enjoy the feel of her fur as I move to her tail.
All too soon I’m done and she moves under the waterfall. I watch the water cascade over her body, running over her hair, breasts and down her fur. Just as I’m thinking about how I’d love to run my hands over her body my conscience busts out ‘Daughter… Daughter… Daughter!!!’ With that echoing through my head I think ‘That was too close… I HAVE to stop thinking like that. I wonder were this is coming from?’
Just then Fox lays a hand on my shoulder sending more improper thoughts racing around my head and casing something to stiffen. I quickly glance down thinking ‘well that’s ONE mystery solved…’ before turning around ducking slightly lower in the water.
“Ready to leave?” she asks me. I tell her yes and begin to head downstream causing her to ask “were you going?” Chuckling, I reply “well there’s no sense in getting our feet dirty now is there?” and start swimming down the river. She hesitates for a few and then sets out after me.
When she catches up, I flip my feet forward and treading water float in the current. Copying me, we drift downstream talking. Halfway to the lake a red fox reynard appears on the bank and upon seeing Fox’s head lets out a bark of greeting. “Well, well, well,” I chuckle, “It looks like you have a new friend.”
For no reason Fox drops her feet stopping herself. I go a few more feet before managing to stop myself, watching on with interest.
She wades up to the male, squats to his level, barks, he responds, then the true shock comes. She opens her mouth and a strange language pours forth. “I ht kti ntrear becokla npt aelh thue celome”
The male’s eyes widen and he shakes his head wildly, while seemly glancing in horror at me. She fires off another string “tiy ju murt dte yho coerwtre” this time it looks like he is listening to her and stands there thinking, then nods slowly.
Fox seems to ask him a question with her next short burst. He nods curtly then looks at me and winks, before he turns back to Fox. Then my whole understanding of animal language came crashing down.
When he turns back to Fox and opened his mouth, the language that she had been speaking comes out. Needless to say, my jaw hit the ground, and my mind nearly fried its self trying to grasp that a common red fox was uttering human like speech. True I couldn’t understand it but they were words!!
Never in the history of the world had anything like this happened, but then again, here I stood, waist deep in a river, standing a few feet from a five foot eight inch tall walking talking Vupies Vupies, that was having a conversation with another fox, like it was a normal every day thing. But just when my mind was beginning to grasp this, Fox dropped the mother of all bombs. She turns to me with a grin and says, “He speaks some english.”
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