You are both on a hybrid mating farm. You’re both fox hybrids, you a gorgeous white one while he is a mere orange one.

Johnny often times tries to follow you around and have you mate with him, trying to court you. You easily turn him down, seeing as you have better options for a gorgeous offspring.

But one day you were resting in the woods, messing with the moss bed you lay on, when you felt a presence above you. The unmistakable scent of rut filled the area. “Vixen..”