Ah, foxes. The playthings of the furry fandom. Renowned/reviled for their sexual prowess/promiscuity. I've never understood why. The real animal is mongamous, the folklore animal is a sly trickster. So why are they considered such fun bedfellows?
Not that this guy is doing anything to help the species' reputation.
I was in part inspired to draw this by talking to a foxy friend online. The other part (the baggy pants and snake armband) come from a belly-dancing fennec character I drew ages and ages ago. I might yet bring him back. For now, enjoy the fox.
