After six months of being on tour to damn near every strip club on Mason Island, and a couple of photo shoots for "Foxtail*"
Magazine, a young two-tailed vixen named Carol was glad to be on a 1-month vacation from all the strip club, photo shoots
and...ahem, co-stars (most of whom were human). Although Carol was making lots of money (especially since she was a
two-tailed vixen), she wasn't happy with her life. Every male that she had been yiffed by was only interested in yiffing
the rare and beautiful vixen. That's why she went on vacation. She would spend the entire month of June in the
United States (where very few people would know about her) and maybe find a mate that would be attached to her emotionally
as well as physically. She began her vacation in Los Angeles, California and spent the first few days relaxing in the
city and visiting the various attractions. From there, Carol hired a pilot to fly a private jet to some of the other
major tourist destinations across the country, including the Grand Canyon, Yellowstone National Park, Devil's Tower and Mount
Rushmore. By June 23, Carol had visited all of these destinations, and she felt much calmer and more relaxed.
But as she lay in bed that night in a hotel room in Pierre, SD she felt lonely. Carol wanted to feel someone snuggled
against her warm vixen fur, while she would lick her mate softly. She lay awake until 4 A.M. before falling to sleep.
Later that day (June 24, 2003), Carol woke up to find out that it was almost 1 P.M., she would have to hurry if she wanted
to make it to the Twin Cities to visit the Mall of America before going to New York City as the last stop of her tour.
After a quick shower, lunch, and finding a car rental shop, she was on her way down U.S. highway 212 to the Twin Cities.
However, as she was driving down the road, she didn't know that the atmosphere above her was explosively unstable and about
ready to spawn some VERY LARGE and DESTRUCTIVE tornadoes on Minnesota and (especially) South Dakota**. Fortunately for
her, by the time the storms blew up in South Dakota, Carol was already in Minnesota (where the storms hadn't even begun forming
By 7 P.M. that evening, Carol had reached the town of Olivia, MN. While she was there, she thought about checking
into a hotel for the night and finish going to the Twin Cities the next day, but the only hotels in town were not very luxurious,
and Carol was used to a certain comfort level from hotels. So she decided to continue to drive down 212 until she got
to the next decent-sized town. About a half-hour later, She was just about to enter the town of Buffalo Lake when a
HALF-MILE wide tornado dropped from the sky just a few hundred feet behind her. Carol was so frightened that she forgot
about what she learned as a pup about tornadoes and stepped on the gas towards Buffalo Lake, but the tornado kept gaining
on her*. Then as a last desparate move, Carol turned onto a county road leading from Buffalo
Lake and started doing 80 MPH as the tornado began to chew up Buffalo Lake. As soon as the tornado was safely behind
her, she slowed down to find herself on an unfamiliar road. She got out her U.S. atlas that she has purchased before
the trip and found a route that would get her back to 212. She would have to go down Co. Rd 8 to Co. Rd 10, to get to
MN Hwy 19, which leads back to 212. She started to go down the road cautiously watching the sky in front of her for
more tornadoes. But Mother Nature wasn't done messing around with Carol just yet, When she got to the intersection of
Co. Rds 2 & 10, another tornado touched down directly in front of her. Again, she was too scared to think about
what she should do, and immediately turned right down Co. Rd 2. But this time, the tornado was not going to let her
get away so easily. Finally realizing that she wasn't going to outrun this tornado, she got out of the car and ran as
fast as she could towards the only civilization in sight, a farmhouse about a quarter-mile from where she was. While
the tornado was flipping the rental car over and over again, Carol was running at almost 50 MPH towards the farm.
By the time she had got there, the tornado had dissapated and she was completely exhausted (vixens are not designed to run
50 MPH for a quarter-mile straight). As she tried to catch her breath, the owner of the farm happened to come out of
his basement to see what the tornado had done to his farm. To his relief, the farm was OK, but he saw the very tired
vixen not far from where he was and helped her into the basement just before the next Tornado Warning was issued.
While down in the Steel Re-inforced Concrete safe room, The young male fox (Cole) gave Carol some water and made some
farm-fresh eggs for her. Once Carol started feeling better, she told him about what had happened and why she was here
(she didn't tell him about her past though...that would come later). Carol spent the rest of the night at Cole's farm
as his guest and offered to let her sleep in his bed while he lay on the couch. In the middle of the night, Carol woke
up to a feeling of lonliness once again. She wanted to cuddle with someone. Then she remembered that Cole was
downstairs and she decided that she would keep him company for a while. When she went downstairs, Cole was asleep in
the foldaway bed/couch. Carol just snuggled in next to him and slowly put her tongue to his cheek. Cole woke up
and at first was concerned, but then he remembered about what Carol had just gone through and figured that she was just being
nice to him. So he decided to let her snuggle with him as long as she stayed north of the equator (if you know what
I mean ^o^). For the first time in a long time, Carol was happy, she finally met a male fox who might possibly be interested
in her more than just physically. She continued to lick Cole with her warm tongue for a few more minutes until she fell
asleep with her arms still snuggled around him. Cole lay awake for a little longer, wondering why she was so attached
to him. But as she slept, Carol purred softly, while both of her tails wagged slowly. However, Cole thought "as
long as she stays above the equator and she's happy, I'll let her snuggle with me". He even thought about giving her
a warm lick on the cheek, but he was afraid that he might scare her off. Carol was the first vixen that had even been
in bed with Cole, and even though he had a couple of encounters in high school with vixens, neither of them worked out as
well as this one.
The next morning, after both Cole and Carol woke up, they went down the road to find what was left of the rental car
(which now looked like it went through a trash compactor). It was clear that Carol wasn't going to go anywhere anytime
soon, so Cole invited her to stay with him for a couple of days. Cole had planned on visiting his aunt in St. Paul later
that week and he could drop her off at the airport on the way. Carol agreed to staying with Cole for a few more days.
During the next few days, Carol quickly got used to farm life, it was a lot less stressful than being a model, and as
they spent more time together, Cole was beginning to feel a strong emotional bond between him and Carol. That night,
Cole and Carol snuggled together in his bed, exchanging warm, friendly licks on the cheek until falling asleep. But
Cole remained a gentlefox and did not give into a growing urge to yiff Carol. By the time Cole was going to visit his
aunt in St. Paul, Carol had decided that she felt a lot better on the farm than she had ever felt at any point of her modeling
career, and decided to stay permanently. Although she had a contract with an adult film studio, a law had been passed
a few years earlier allowing any female the right to be released from her contract if she has found a mate and wishes to be
faithful to him***.
Once Carol was free from her contract (without incident), she spent the rest of the summer on Cole's farm until Cole
finally let Carol know how he felt about her. Shortly afterwards, in early October, Cole and Carol were married
and now live together happily on the farm.
Story continues on Act 2b (located in the C-PRIME Archives group).