Rosin smiled as he watched the helpless fox.  The vines started to lift him into the air and the bobcat stood and soon Rosin was standing between the fox’s legs and in a very good position to get at his tailhole.  He put his hands on Colfet’s stomach and let his claws run threw his fur until they moved down and had a grip on his hips.  Rosin’s member was hard and leaking a little bit of pre as he rubbed the head of it against his captive’s tailhole.  He pushed against it some but not enough to go in, just enough to tease it some and slick it up with pre.  The vine continued to stroke and run over the fox’s cock before it unwrapped and positioned itself near the head.  The tip of the vine opened up and rested against his cockhead.  A little bit of slick nectar ran down his cock as it waited to fully take it into the vine.