"Both of you want to be my mate, isn't that right?" questioned one of the foxes, the one with black and red fur. She was a girl, you could tell from her voice. "Well we'll have a contest. Whichever one of you can manage to get the most food. That one will obviously make the better mate!"
"And how are we to do that, Leaf? If we just bring food here who's to say that the other," the red and grey male looked at the fox you were riding, "or some crow or raccoon, won't come and steal it while we're out getting more?"
She gave it a good bit of thought. Her mostly black fur had a healthy shine in the sun. Then her eyes brightened and she answered. "Ah, I've got it! Eat the food."
"And how will we know who ate more?" your fox spoke for the first time. He wasn't larger than the other male fox, but you could tell from his voice that he was the cleverer one.
"Well that should be obvious shouldn't it. We meet at this very place tomorrow. It's gonna be a pooping contest. Whoever managed to eat more will have the bigger poop. That way we'll know who the better hunter is and who'll be the better father to our kits!"
The two male foxes looked at each other in slight disgust.
"Oh come on you aren't shy are you, Stone...Twig...?" she looked from the red-and-grey fox, evidently "Stone", to your orange and white fox "Twig" as she said this.
"It...it surely can't be the only way?" the fox you were riding on shyly asked.
"Oh for goodness sake." Leaf padded past both males. "Watch."
Her tail came up and to their astonishment, both males watched as the blackish vixen squatted on her haunches. The delicate indentation of her anus grew. A squeaky whisp of a fart broke through shortly before her delicate hole began to expand.
Both males looked on in amazement. The knobbly brown head of a turd peaked out. The vixen contracted her muscles and the poop slipped out at a hastened pace, coiling onto the hard dirt. It was still in one piece surprisingly before Leaf gave a grunt and pushed harder. The turd widened in girth and a white...thing...stretched her bum hole. The vixen's tail twitched a bit, before she gave a final determined huff and the thing was out.
She lowered her tail and turned around. "There, see? That's a rabbit." She pointed to the white skull she had just pushed out. "Or at least it was." She giggled, putting a paw over her mouth as she blushed.
"I bet either of you can make one bigger than me. This'll be our meeting place." She pointing a clawed paw at her fresh poop. "Get the scent of it so you know where to meet ok? Evening!"
The black and red vixen looked back briefly before she bounced off into the shrubs.
Stone looked at Twig.
"Evening?"
"E-Evening." Twig confirmed with a nod of the head.
The two male foxes began to depart in opposite ways. Better do something.
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