A lone fox was wandering the landscape. He was a teenage boy and, just like any other member of his demographic, was searching for a mate. 

Well, that’s what he liked to tell himself. In reality, he was looking for a suitable target to have some fun with. A soft tree, a passed out rabbit, a suitably sized stump - he’d stick it in anything.

After a while, he found a rabbit hole and just went to town. Halfway through, however, he noticed something. Or rather, someone.

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She had short black hair, glasses and a rip across the top of her black jumper. Her face was flushed and, after noticing the fox staring at her, looked away quickly.

I’ve never seen that kind of animal before.

Postponing the boning, he walked towards her cautiously. She watched as the fox slowly crept up to her foot and started sniffing. She stuck her foot out in response, and the fox jumped back in surprise. He looked up at her and, taking the extended foot as an offer, experienced the feeling of a new creature.

To his surprise, she didn’t retract her foot, so he continued. Little did he know, this was a mistake. He had no clue who he was dealing with. Her name was Sam, and she was a furry.