The Foxgirls [Collab With Lulu]

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1. Meeting The Pack (Alex)(To be edited for improvement)

 

>You are Anon.

>An upstanding young man.

>You have a nice apartment out in Long Island, and you recently managed to land a job at a prestigious law firm right here, instead of in NYC.

>Your boss, Delilah, explained that she doesn't much like the hustle and bustle of the city.

>The firm manages to attract a decent amount of clients despite being out of the way for the big shot customers.

>One of those big shot customers is the reason you've been working late tonight, looking for an possible flaw in a case where the company was being sued for corporate fraud.

 

 

 

>However, you find yourself in quite the pickle right now.

>Many beautiful women dressed as foxes have accosted you...

>They pull you out of your car, each smiling and winking as they cop a feel.

>Pinning you on the ground, one of the girls straddles you, grinding against your crotch, the others doing the same with your limbs.

>The last thing you see before a gorgeously firm ass plants itself on your face is the girl starting yo make out as they moan in pleasure.

>Your dick could not be harder, as you are trapped for what seems like eternity in the bliss of the foxy orgy.

>Your car seems to take some cosmic hint, and Hendrix begins playing on the radio.

>When the girl who was grinding against your face gets off, you look wide eyed at the girl sitting on your cock.

>She smiles coquettishly as she reaches into your pants, pulling out your cock and giving it a few strokes.

>You groan in pleasure, and the girls all giggle.

>Most of them are in varying states of undress by now, focusing solely on getting each other off.

>Not the one holding your cock though.

>She stares at you, smiling and stroking your cock, otherwise motionless.

>She seems a little familiar, but you can't be sure because of her costume.

>You look on in surprise and horror as she suddenly moans ecstatically, her eyes closing and her head tilting back.

>The furry costume she wear suddenly  takes on a much more... lifelike quality.

>Seconds later, the girl before you in no longer a human.

>Sitting on your lap is a smouldering hot vixen.

>And she's still smiling as she lifts herself up and impales herself on your cock.

>The other girls moan in ecstasy as they watch the beautiful creature ride you, her tight hole squeezing and pulling your cock in deep, sending spasms of pleasure through your body.

>The vixen rides you harder, placing her hands on your chest and leaning in close as she cries out.

>You can barely move, but somehow you find it in yourself to reach up and grab her ass, starting to thrust up in time to her down strokes.

>It doesn't take long for your lover to get sent over the edge, and her pussy clamps down hard on your cock, milking you for your seed, which you provide.

>When your hips stop jerking, the fox-girl opens her eyes and smile seductively at you, leaning in and kissing you gently.

>You wake up some time later sitting in your car, fully dressed.

>Was it all a dream?

>As you start up your vehicle, preparing to go back home, you glance in the mirror, and are surprised to  see what looks like a paw mark on the side of your neck.

>Craning your head to get a better look, you notice a piece of paper that wasn't on your passenger seat earlier.

>You pick it up.

>"You belong to us now stud. Be seeing you ~<3"

>Oh damn.

 

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2.'Office Work' (Lulu)

 

>You sit at your comfy desk job.

>It's drawing close to the end of the work day.

>You receive a text on your phone.

>It's from an unlisted number.

>It reads: "Bathroom, 10 minutes. See you soon, hun."

>You see a picture of a paw as the signature.

>Things have gotten a bit more interesting.

>10 minutes later

>You find yourself on your knees licking the paws of the vixen who rode you to climax that fateful night.

>She giggles at your current submissive position.

>The others foxgirls just stand around you.

>Some watch on at your service to their leader, fiddling with their moist slits.

>The others are busy giving each other sloppy make-outs, preparing for their turn with their pet.

>You feel a furred chest snuggling close to your back, her breasts smushed against you.

>She grinds herself against you while her hands roam your broad chest.

>You shiver in delight as her hands slowly make their journey south of the border.

>Her soft hands give you a nice reach around as she rubs her own slit against your foot.

>Her arousal is evident as you can feel her juices coat your heel.

>But even with such distractions, you continue to please your master with your skilful tongue, slithering in between her toes to give her a nice cleaning.

>The head vixen tosses her head back and lets out a low moan.

>You are rewarded with her other foot/paw being pressed against your nose.

>You take in her scent, sighing contently before switching to the new appendage that's been presented to you.

>She smiles, and speaks to you for the first time.

>"Good boy. You deserve a treat."

>The vixen on your back slowly lays you down.

>You rest on your back on the bathroom floor before she straddles your head.

>You can feel the heat radiating off of her slick lower lips.

>As she lowers her honey pot to your mouth, you feel something soft on your groin.

>The soft pads of your Mistress paws lightly caress your engorged prick.

>A soft moan escapes your lips, which presents an opening for the furred woman on top of you to quickly lower herself onto your opened mouth.

>You know what she wants.

>Your hands grip her hips, and you happily give her lovely pussy your tongue.

>She yips in delight, rocking her hips along your face.

>Her sensitive button brushes against your chin, and she lets out a loud howl.

>Her ticklish tail wags back and forth from how happy she is.

>"N-No fair...I want some attention, too," said one of the lesser vixens in the group.

>"Don't worry. You'll all get your chance. We have a long time to play with our pet."

>Mistress works her feet faster, stroking and rubbing your glands.

>You can feel yourself melting at her wicked touch, just as the woman above is doing from yours.

>A rumbling pressure in your groin builds up.

>You don't dare cum before servicing any of your masters, so you work harder to bring the beta of the group to her peak first.

>You probe at her entrance, slurping up any of her sweet nectar that spills forth from her.

>"Ah, Leader...his tongue is...so exquisite! I...oh yes!"

>Her body shudders, wailing in pure bliss as a powerful climax tears through her foxy-like body.

>She squirts her gift straight into your open mouth, and you gladly drink her present.

>Rolling over like a playful kit, she crawls over to you and gives you a passionate kiss.

>"Thanks for that, sweetie."

>You lie there in a daze as your Mistress continues to play with your male organ with her paws.

>It was coming, you can feel your semen slowly making its way up your urethra.

>"Cum for me, pet!"

>Your back arches.

>You let out an bestial roar as your spunk spurts out onto your chest in sticky strands.

>She stands up from the porcelain throne and shoves her cum-covered paw in your face.

>"Please be a dear and clean this up."

>You manage to reach up and give her toes a lick, clearing any of your sticky spunk from her beautiful, furred paws.

>"You're such a good pet."

>She rubs your cheek and gives you a kiss.

>Through panted breaths, you smile before saying,

"T-Thank you, Mistress..."

>She walks away and the rest of the pack swarm your body, fighting for your mouth and your dick.

>"Now girls," your mistress coos at the many vixens vying over your body, "learn to share."

 

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3. Home Alone? (Alex)

 

>You're sitting at home on a Saturday night.

>It's late, but you're chilling on the couch, watching Die Hard on tv.

>Fuck yeah Bruce Willis.

>A soft hand covers your mouth, muffling the cry of surprise as you turn your head to see your vixen mistress.

>She's leaning over the back of the couch, smiling at you.

>"You look a little lonely my pet. How about some company?"

>You nod silently, aware of your parents sleeping in their room upstairs.

>At your assent, your mistress deftly leaps over the couch, lying down in front of you and pulling your arm around her waist.

>You take a deep breath and take in her scent as you busy your face in her hair.

>She giggles quietly, her tail draping itself over your leg.

>"Oh this is a good part, let's watch!"

>You watch the movie in silence with the beautiful vixen in your arms, enjoying her small whimpers of pleasure as you run your hand across her soft, furry belly.

>Her whimpers turn into moans when your hand slides down between her legs, teasing her small clit.

>"Y-you're being such a naughty boy, my pet... D-don't make me p-punish you."

>Willing to submit to any punishment she would inflict on you, you continue your ministrations, softly kissing the back of her neck as her ass presses back against your hardening dick.

>She lightly protests at first, insisting that you'll be punished if you don't stop, but her words eventually dissolve into moans.

>Her moans slowly get louder as you push her to higher levels of pleasure, and you're almost worried that your neighbours might hear.

>You feel her body tense up, however, and your fingers are soon covered in her warm juices.

>As she leans back against you, panting, you bring your fingers up to your mouth, licking her sweet nectar from them.

>Once she's recovered from her orgasm, your mistress sits up, pressing back teasingly against you crotch but doing nothing to give you relief.

>"You've been a naughty boy tonight my pet, so as punishment, you aren't allowed to cum until I allow you to."

>The vixen leans down to kiss your cheek, and you feel something being put around your neck.

>"You also have to wear this until I say you can take it off."

>Smiling, she gets up and walks to the back door, her hips and tail swaying tantalizingly.

>"Good night my pet, and remember. No having fun without my say so!"

>Without another word she's gone.

>You sit up, painfully aware of the erection in your pants.

>You almost regret being such a bad pet, but in the end, you decide that hearing her moans of pleasure are worth any punishment.

>Reaching up to your neck, you feel what seems to be a leather collar fastened there.

>That'll be hard to explain.

>But you won't disobey your mistress.

>Not again, never again.

 

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4.Caught and Collared (Lulu)

 

>Back at work.

>You're still wearing the collar Mistress has placed around your neck.

>As you walk to your station at [insert some workplace because I'm fucking lazy], you notice all eyes are drawn to you.

>To be more precise, the cute collar around your neck.

>Your footsteps quicken as you desperately try to reach your work area.

>You could die from embarrassment.

>Maybe this is part of your punishment, public humiliation.

>As much as you would like to take it off, you wouldn't dare cross your mistress.

>You're almost to your station, but fate had other plans.

>"Anon, my office. Now!"

>The sound of your boss's feminine, yet cold voice rings over the loudspeaker.

>You cringe.

>With a heavy sigh, you make a 180 towards her office.

>As you walk inside, your heart sinks as a pair of stern, hazel eyes peer at you.

>Ms. Jackson really is a beautiful woman, if you say so yourself.

>Her creamy skin is flawless, with the exception of a beauty mark under her right eye.

>Her dark, brown hair is worn up in a bun.

>Although her business suit keeps her frame streamlined, you do know that beneath it all she is stacked. D-cup breasts at least.

>And for a 27 yr old, she made her place in the company.

>She pulls the Gendo lean as she never lets her gaze fall off of you.

>"Now Anon, I see that you are causing quite the stir in the work area. Would you mind telling me what's with that collar of yours?"

>You wrack your brain, trying to come up with an excuse, since telling her that some bodacious fox girl that is your mistress forced you to wear it as punishment.

>That wouldn't fly with her.

>You stand there awkwardly, fiddling with your fingers.

"U-uh...c-could you repeat the question, ma'am?"

>Her face twists in a nasty scowl.

>"Don't play coy with me, Anon. Now answer me."

>You could feel her dark aura fill you with dread.

"Okay! Well...it...it was a bet! With my...uh...girlfriend?"

>She lifts an eyebrow.

>"Not that I would care what you do behind closed doors, but in this establishment, you are to follow all dress codes."

>She holds out her hand.

>"Now...take off the collar."

>You shake your head.

"S-Sorry, but I...I can't. Can I just hide it under my collar?"

>You pop your collar and roll it around the leather binding your neck.

>Ms. Jackson is not pleased.

>"Damn it, Anon. Take it off!"

>You refused.

>"You have 3 seconds to take it off or you're fired. 3..."

>Oh shit...

"M...Ms. Jackson, can't we just talk about this?"

>"2..."

"Ms. Jackson...please. I need this job!"

>She pulls out a pink slip and plops it on her desk.

>"1..."

>You can't lose this job.

>You need it.

>"Zer-"

"Okay! Okay! Here!"

>You quickly unfasten the leather strap and hand it to your boss.

>You sigh, wondering what punishment your Mistress will bestow upon you for disobedience.

>"Good..."

>You nod and turn away to walk out.

>"Oh, and Anon..."

>You freeze, craning your neck towards your boss.

>A wicked smile dances across her face.

>"You failed your test..."

>You notice that now her voice sounds different.

>More...seductive and flirty, almost like how Mistress sounds.

>A pair of orange fox ears sprout atop her head.

>You are shoved deeper into the room and hear the door shut behind you.

>You turn to see Ms. Jackson's secretary guarding your exit.

>A furry hand grips the collar of your shirt and pulls you towards the direction of your boss.

>You turn to see that in your boss's stead stood Mistress wearing the tight business suit.

>"Now would you like a harsh punishment, or a nice one?"

>You shudder in fear.

"N-Nice punishment, please?"

>She smiles and plants a quick kiss upon your lips.

>"Too bad."

>The vixen seductress and her subordinate begin to lightly caress your body.

>As they take their sweet time lifting your shirt, they plant tender kisses and nip at your tender flesh.

>Your arousal grows as their teasing nibbles increase in intensity.

>Once your shirt is off, you look down to see two vixens at your nipples.

>The blonde haired fox girl suckles at your left nipple as she uses her teeth to twist and bite it.

>Your mistress, the brown haired beauty, only used her tongue, thinking that it is sufficient for a naughty pet such as yourself.

>A stir in your loins catches the attention of Mistress.

>"I see someone wants to come out and play."

>She grasps at your slowly engorging prick and gives it a tight squeeze.

>You gasp.

>"Seeing as you disobeyed my command, this thing shall be punished. Understood?"

>Her grip tightens.

>A yelp of pain and pleasure escapes you lips.

"I-I'm sorry, Mistress."

>The blonde vixen giggles, pulling away from your hardened nipple.

>A bit of drool connects her lips with your flesh.

>"It's a bit too late for sorry. And you should answer Master. She doesn't like to repeat herself."

>Mistress's grip tightens even more.

>Your knees buckle, but you force yourself to keep standing.

"Y-Yes, Mistress! I understand! I'm sorry."

>You wince as her grips tightens a bit more.

>You really believe she's going to rip it off, but she relents, letting you go.

>Falling to your knees in total submission.

>Mistress stands over you with the collar in hand.

>She places it around your neck.

>"Now lets have some fun, shall we."

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>You sit on your knees in the middle of your boss's office stark naked.

>Your arms are bound behind your back with twine.

>Moans escape your mouth as you feel the slippery tongues of your two masters giving your member tender licks.

>As your mistress teases your cock's crown, the blonde uses her skills on your scrotum.

>Their tongues flick at your groin, and that's all they do.

>It's frustrating.

>Heavy breaths escape your lips as physical signs of your impending orgasm become apparent.

>Your gonads rise upward, your cock begins to twitch uncontrollably.

>It's close.

>You toss your head back as you let out a howl.

>The two vixens stop their ministrations and move away, watching as your body writhes in agony.

>You fall on your back and thrash about, thrusting your hips at the air.

"Ah! I...I want to cum!"

>You feel only a drop of your semen spill onto your chest.

>You eventually fall still.

>Mistress rubs your thighs.

>"Oh, but we're just getting started, hun."

>Her tongue runs over your tiny drop of spunk.

>"That was only your 5th denial," she coos before bringing her lips to your ear.

>Her hand wraps around your tender cock and gives it a few good strokes.

>"You have 20 more to go."

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>You lie on your back.

>Sweat covering your entire form.

>You had just finished receiving your gruelling punishment.

>Mistress lightly run her fingertips along your over-sensitive cock.

>Her fuzzy touch causes you to cry out.

>Your toes curl and you bite your lower lip.

>"Will you ever disobey us again?"

>You shake your head and groan.

"N-No, Mistress."

>You gasp as her subordinate takes you into her mouth.

>She sucks your length like your uncle's cattle milk pump.

>That was a dark time when you worked on your uncle's farm.

>"Good. Now you may have your..."

>You arch your back and yowl.

>Barely only 5 seconds into her fierce sucking, you fire the largest load deep in her throat.

>She desperately tries to gulp down the large quantity of spunk, but she couldn't keep up.

>A bit spills out of her mouth and pools at your crotch.

>Blondie finishes her milkshake and gasps for air.

>"That was...tasty."

>Mistress takes a quick look at your face.

>Your eyes are rolled upwards.

>A look of pure sexual bliss and relief is plastered on your face.

>She giggles.

>"Cute. I'm loving this pet more and more."

>Your eyes slowly close.

>Sleep's sweet embrace takes hold of you.

>"Sleep tight, my pet."

"Y-yes...Mistre..."

>You're out like a light.

 

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5. Under the Table Work (Alex)

 

>"And that, esteemed gentlemen, is why you should choose our law firm to represent you in the future!"

>Ms. Jackson, your boss, settles back in her chair as she finishes, wiggling her furry toes in front of your nose.

>You're currently crouched naked under her desk, giving her a foot rub as she tries to win over some new big shot clients.

>From the waist up, she looks like the boss you've been working under for years, but her legs resemble those of the beautiful vixen who's pet you have become.

>"Well, Ms. Jackson, you certainly do have a way with words... Consider yourself and your firm hired."

>Leaning close, you nibble teasingly at the soft pads under your mistress' foot, drawing a pleasured twitch and a smile from her as she leans forward to shake the client's hand.

>"Excellent, I'll have my assistant call you once he returns from lunch, so we can finalize things. Have a nice day Mr. Johnson."

>You hear shuffling and the closing of the door as the unseen men take their leave, and your mistress leans back in her chair, smiling down at you as her face takes on it's foxlike appearance.

>"You were a very good boy this past hour Anon, and my feet haven't felt this good in a long time. I think you deserve a reward..."

>Reaching down and hooking a finger into your collar, she pulls you from out under the desk, and you smile happily at her.

"T-thank you mistress..."

>The vixen giggles at you, drawing you into a kiss.

>"Oh no, thank YOU my pet."

>Your lips meet hers, and you kiss her deeply, excited at the prospect of a reward.

>Mistress pushes you back until you're leaning back on her desk, propped on your elbows, and you glance questioningly at her.

>She motions for you to remain where you are, as she starts to slowly rotate her hips.

>The rest of her body joins in, and soon enough your Mistress is dancing a seductive, sensual dance.

>Just for you.

>Her tail swishes in time to the music in her head as she turns her back to you, bending over and showing off her gorgeous ass when her skirt rides up high.

>Your already hard cock twitches in anticipation as she moves closer, pressing against you and squeezing your shaft between her warm, furry cheeks.

>You moan in pleasure as she grinds against you, reaching around to massage her breasts.

>Her eyes close briefly in pleasure and her head leans back against your shoulder, but she quickly bats your hands away.

>"Tsk tsk, I never said that was part of your reward~"

>She smiles coquettishly and presses back harder, eliciting another groan from you.

>"You know, I'm very glad you've been so obedient recently, I was worried I might have to punish you again."

>Mistress reaches behind her back, and starts stroking your cock as she continues dancing.

"I w-would never d-d-disobey you M-mistress."

>Your breath catches in your throat as your hips jerk in response to the incredible stimulation you're receiving.

>"Are you sure you wouldn't disobey? Because disobedient pets aren't allowed to cum in a nice wet pussy. Disobedient pets only get to cum in the dirty hole..."

>As if to emphasize her point, Mistress rises up on her toes and presses the tip of your cock at the entrance to her ass, moaning in your ear.

>You don't know what to do. On the one hand, she's basically telling you to grab her tits and you can fuck her ass. But on the other, this might be another test of obedience, and failure would have you punished again.

>Despite every nerve in your body screaming at you to ravish the vixen, you decide to play it safe, and with great effort, you manage to remain motionless.

>Mistress responds by redoubling her efforts, moaning loudly and stroking your cock faster.

>Your eyes screw shut in pleasure as your orgasm quickly builds up, and your hands unconsciously grab onto the vixen's hips.

>"Since you were such a good boy today, you can cum on my ass."

>Mistress bend over as your body tenses up, and you shoot your seed all over her ass.

>When you finish, you collapse back on the desk, transfixed at the sight of Mistress' ass, the soft brown fur streaked with white.

>Standing up, the vixen turns, smiling at you.

>"Well well well, it seems you passed today's test my pet. Don't worry though, if you keep being so good, I just might let you cum in my ass anyway."

>She winks at you as she walks toward the door.

>"Now get dressed, you still have to call Mr. Johnson and finalize our contract."

 

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6.Natasha's Tasty Snack (Alex)

 

>You nervously glance down at your watch, before reaching out a hand and knocking on the door to Natasha's house.

>Mistress had informed you yesterday that the other vixens wanted you to get to know them better, so you're to go on a date with each of them.

>Of course, you have to do whatever each girl wants, as you are just as much their pet as you are Mistress'.

>You hear footsteps from inside, and the doorknob being turned.

>When the door opens, you are nearly floored at the sight in front of you.

>"Well then, it seems my little pet knows true beauty when he sees it."

>Natasha smiles, at your reaction, doing a little pirouette to allow you to admire her.

>Her tall, thin body is covered with a dark silver fur, that deepens to black on each of her extremities.

>Her long black hair is tied back in a ponytail that hangs halfway down her back.

>She's wearing a simple black dress, cut low enough to accentuate what little cleavage she has, and reaching down to just above her knees.

>After a few minutes, you've yet to say anything, and Natasha giggles.

>"It's okay for you to talk Anonymous, I'm nowhere near as domineering as Delilah is."

>Her slight Russian accent makes your cock twitch in your pants, and she leans close, her height almost a match for your six feet.

>"But you ARE mine, and if you are a good boy tonight, I will give you a reward... Understood?"

>You gulp, as her proximity allows you to smell the rich, musky scent coming from her body.

"Y-yes N-Natasha."

>The silver vixen steps back and smiles at you.

>"Good. Now, since I cannot be walking around in public like this, I will be back shortly.

>With that, she turns around and walks away back into her house, leaving you to stare at her tight little ass and swishing tail.

>A few seconds later, the sound of high heels clicking informs you of your date returning, only she is distinctly less furry now.

>Her skin is pale, and her full red lips seem to promise the best kiss you could ever receive as she smiles at you again.

>"Well now, shall we go then? There is this nice little restaurant not far from here."

>You nod, and she hooks her arm into yours and leads you toward your car.

>As you drive to the indicated restaurant, Natasha provides some small talk, telling you about how she lived in Russia as a young girl, but moving to the states when her father got a 'job offer' from 'the company.

>Her father, she goes on, was a KGB agent unhappy with the political situation in his country, and so the CIA contacted him, giving him and his daughter the opportunity to defect to the U.S.

>Her mother had died shortly after giving birth, due to  untreatable complications, though her father was certain that it was the incompetence of the doctors that had led to her death.

>You listen in rapt attention at her story, until you eventually reach the restaurant, a small mom and pop Italian place it seems.

>You head inside the establishment with your date, smiling a little as you see the darkened room, with tables lit only by candlelight.

>Natasha leads you to a darker corner in the back of the restaurant, away from the other patrons, and you both sit in a booth.

>You continue to chat as the waitress comes to take your order.

>You order a plate of spaghetti, and she orders the fettuccine Alfredo.

>Once the waitress leaves to get your orders, you feel a hand rest itself high up on your thigh, and you turn your head, meeting Natasha's piercing blue eyes.

>Her fingers dance up your leg, playing across your crotch teasingly.

>"So my pet, how about we make this date a little more fun?"

>You shift slightly, giving her a questioning look.

>"Well, you see, I have certain... Quirks. Quirks that a nice, obedient pet like you would be able to help me with."

>She squeezes your hard cock through your pants, and you gasp.

"W-what do you need me to do, Natasha?"

>The disguised vixen smiles at you, leaning her head on your shoulder to whisper in your ear.

>"Well, I really, REALLY enjoy cum you see. And I would very much like you to give me some to have with my food."

>Your eyes widen in surprise, and you glance around the restaurant at the other patrons.

>"Tsk tsk my pet. You should know that you have to do what I say, so don't pay attention to the unimportant people."

>Natasha continues to stroke your cock, resuming her small talk.

>You simply try to not appear too uncomfortable, and do your best to listen.

>Eventually, the waitress shows up with your plates, and she smiles knowingly when she sees your face and looks down at your lap.

>"Make sure you kids use a napkin."

>She winks as she sets your plates on the table.

>Your date giggles, and reaches her other hand down to undo your pants and free your member from it's confines.

>Suppressing a moan, you do your best to appear normal, as several patrons are looking over at you due to your squirming.

>Natasha continues jerking you off for almost ten minutes, and you somehow manage to eat some of your food while her extremely skilled hands pleasure you.

>When you reach the point of no return, the vixen quickly grabs an empty glass and puts it under the table, making you spill your seed into it.

>The thrill of being in public, and her extremely good handjob conspire together, and you produce quite a sizeable load

>Your date smiles as she brings the glass up, thanking you for your generosity before pouring it all over her plate.

>You do your pants up, and start eating again when she picks up her fork.

>However, it appears your thrilling night is not yet over, because as soon as she takes a bite, Natasha moans rather loudly, her eyes rolling up in pleasure.

>"Oh yesss. Your cum is exquisite my pet."

>She continues to moan, getting louder and more turned on with every bite.

>The other patrons stare at first, but quickly look away when it gets loud enough to make it very apparent what is going on.

>As she finishes, Natasha’s body tenses up, shivering in pleasure as she collapses against you, her body going limp.

>You listen to the orgasmic panting of your date as you glance around the restaurant, seeing the waitress staring at you and grinning.

>When she catches your eye, you motion for her to brink the check, and she responds with a thumbs up before disappearing to go get it.

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>”Well my pet, thank you for such a wonderful date, we’ll have to do it again some time.”

>You’re standing with Natasha outside her door, with her having reverted to her natural form after removing her high heels.

“S-sure, I had... Fun?”

>The vixen giggles, standing on her toes and leaning in to give you a kiss.

>”Of course you did, and since you were such a good boy, I’ll be sure to give you a reward sometime soon...”

>She puts her arms around you, hugging you tight and kissing you again, more deeply.

>When she breaks the kiss, you stand there motionless, your head buzzing from the intense passion.

>Your date giggles once more as she unlocks the door and walks in.

>”Do try to appear less overwhelmed in the future dear, since we’ll be enjoying you for quite a while yet.”

>With that, she leaves you to go home, wondering if what she said meant that your other dates are going to be quite so... Exciting.

 

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7. A Date With Janice (Lulu)

 

>You look at the address of your next date.

>Since you are a bit early, you sit in the car for a bit remembering the words of your mistress.

>"Be sure to treat her nice, my pet. She isn't like the others who are more...domineering."

>That causes you to recall the few encounters you were surrounded by the vixens.

>They were all after your body.

"What does she mean by that."

>Exit the car and walk up to the door of a plain yellow house.

>There are a few daisies lining the walkway, so she must have a green thumb.

>You ring the doorbell.

>After a moment, the door opens to reveal a short, but cute vixen.

>Unlike Mistress or Natasha, her body is larger.

>A bit overweight for her size, she does have a nice pair of sweater puppies.

>From your guess, at least a DD.

>She has light brown hair tied in two cute pigtails.

>Not that you're complaining, since you do have a soft side for chubby women.

>Her fur is a melody of grey, brown and white which covers her from head to toe.

>You do notice that the fur around her eyes are pure white, which causes her beautiful green eyes to pop.

>She wears comfortable clothes for your outing: A pair of Capri pants and a low cut yellow T-shirt that seemingly hugs her curves.

>Her impressive furred cleavage puts Mistress's to shame.

>A pair of modern style glasses frame her face.

>"U-Um...hello, Anon."

"Janice, I presume?"

>"Y-yes."

>She notices you staring at her body a little too long and quickly wraps herself in her arms.

>Her pointy ears flatten against her head and her tail curls around her leg.

>You "hhhhng" internally from cuteness overload.

>"M-Maybe I should change."

>You can feel your Mistress breathing down your neck.

"N-No! You're fine, Janice!"

>She peers up at you with those emerald eyes.

>You take her hand and give it a light squeeze.

"I mean it. You are really cute. I just...want you to have a good time."

>This causes her to loosen up and smile.

>"Okay. J-just wait here a moment."

>She heads back inside, from what you assume, to change into her human form.

>After 5 seconds, she returns still wearing the same clothes.

>She has a trio of brown freckles on either chubby cheek.

>You take her hand and walk with her to the car.

>She tries to hold back a few giggles, glancing at her hand being held.

>Pray that you don't die of diabetes by the end of this date.

>You hop in the car and drive off.

>The drive from Long Island to Coney Island is pretty pleasant.

>You try your hand at small talk, hoping to bring the shy girl out of her shell.

>Over time, she opens up and tells you more about herself.

>She works in IT for the law firm, graduated from MIT with honours.

>Just listening to her and you can tell she has a brilliant mind.

>Cute and smart.

>In her spare time, she tends to her garden and flowers.

>You arrive to the amusement park in great time.

>It isn't as crowded as you would have thought.

>Then a thought occurs to you.

"Oh, Janice."

>"Yes?"

"Were you...there the first time I met your group?"

>She nods.

>"I was standing behind the tree, just watching. Seemed like you were enjoying yourself."

>Her cute giggles ring in your ears.

>Take her hand and lead her inside the land of fun.

>You look back and notice her cheeks are red.

>A smile forms on your lips as you both head for adventure.

---

>The day is filled with rides, thrills, good food, and fun.

>Lots and lots of fun.

>But when Janice wants to go on the Tunnel of Love, you soon realize that things are about to get even more fun.

>You both enter onto the twin seat boat.

>It rocks a bit when you both enter.

>Once still, the operator pushes a button and you are both sent on your way.

>Janice leans onto your arm and lets out a content sigh.

>"Thanks for showing an Omega like me a good time."

>You rub the back of your neck and smile.

"Sure, no problem. But I thought foxes were solitary animals."

>She nods at your conjecture.

>"Yes, but leader took us all in when we had no where else to go."

>She begins to explain about the hardships she went through.

>And although her personality puts her at the bottom of the ladder, she is glad she is a part of something.

"I see."

>"But lets not worry about that," she sits up and stares longingly into your eyes.

>As if she is hoping for you to make your move.

>You begin do lean in close.

>She does the same, puckering her lips.

>Just as you were about to lock lips, the ride suddenly jolts to a sudden stop.

>The beautiful music and lights turned off.

>It was dark, with the only light about 100 meters ahead from the exit.

>You manage to catch her before she hurts herself.

>One of your hands cupped her breast while the other is wrapped around her waist.

>A man on the loudspeaker presents an announcement.

>"THE RIDE HAS EXPERIENCE A MALFUNCTION. WE SHALL HAVE YOU OFF THE RIDE MOMENTARILY."

>All the riders groan in frustration, yet Janice begins to shiver.

>She curls up in your arms, pushing herself as close as she can.

>Her breasts presses against your abdomen and crotch.

>Pray you don't pop a boner.

>You can feel her transform, but only see her silhouette.

>She yips almost in fear.

"A-are you okay?"

>She shakes her head "no".

>"Dark...I'm afraid of the dark."

>She clenches at your shirt.

>Wet blotches, you assume are tears, stain the fabric.

>Her high pitched whimpers pierce your ears.

>Great, your date is having a nervous breakdown.

>You shush and rock back and forth, rubbing her back.

"Don't worry Janice, I'm here for you."

>Your hand caresses her back while you embrace her.

>For now, you show her that you are here to comfort and protect, like a loyal dog.

>She calms down.

>"T-Thanks..."

>She is down to shivering, which is a step up from before.

>Her chubby form jiggles, which inadvertently stimulates your crotch.

>She looks down, then up at you.

>The only thing you can see are her emerald eyes.

"U-Uh, is something the matter?" you inquire non-nonchalantly.

>She points to your boner.

>"I...it got big."

>You are silent.

>She prods at it like a little kit.

>"Can I...see it?"

---

>In moments, your sitting in a boat with a plus-sized vixen with your cock out.

>Sounds like a rap song you once heard.

>She stares at your silhouette, probably able to see all your glory with those special eyes of hers.

>"W-Wow..."

>She leans down to inspect it closer.

>Her hand grasp it, muttering something to herself.

>You groan as she gives it a few pumps.

>But that's all she did before looking up at you.

"A-Are you going to...well...use it?"

>Her eyes looks at the water flowing by.

>"I...I never di-"

>She falls silent.

>Rub her cheek.

"If you want I can show you."

---

"Yeah, just like that."

>Janice begins to take your cock deep in her mouth.

>She bobs her head along your length, taking you as deep as she can.

>Her tail flicks about, brushing against the seat of the boat.

>It causes her to moan.

>Her moans grow in intensity, causing her tail to move faster.

>You couldn't help but laugh.

>Janice lifts her head and looks at you with her pleading eyes.

>"G-Grab my tail. Please?"

>Not wanting to disappoint the chubby vixen, you grab her fluffy tail.

>She goes back to pleasing you in her clumsy, yet enthusiastic way.

>You grope it, massage it, and even stroke it.

>She moans on your cock.

>Her voice feels so good, like a vibrating hum.

>She lifts her head once more, groaning and moaning at your touch.

>"Pull it, and make it hurt."

>She dives back onto your dick like it was her favorite ice-cream cone.

>You were getting close, and, from the way she's shivering, so was she.

>At first, it seems a bit crazy, pulling on a tail belonging to an animal.

>But she isn't really an animal. She is a humanoid; a very cute humanoid that has needs.

>You steady yourself and take a deep breath.

>With one great yank, you hear her scream.

>She takes you deep into her maw, moaning in pleasure as she creams herself from your ministrations on her tail.

>But her throaty groans vibrates around your length and crown of your penis.

>And with the way her tongue slowly teases your underside, you couldn't help but unload your spunk.

>Spurt after spurt of your cum flies onto her tongue.

>She doesn't swallow, basically allowing to pool in her mouth.

>After she sensed you were done, she pulls away.

>Your dick feels so clean, despite dumping so much into her.

>Quickly put your tool away and look at Janice.

>She looks at you with puffed cheeks.

>She has a somewhat disgusted look on her face.

"You can...spit it out."

>Quickly turning to the edge of the boat, she tosses up the white semen into the waters.

>She coughs a bit.

"Are you okay?"

>She turns back and nods."

>"Yeah...I'm fine."

>The lights turn back on and the music resumes.

>She's back in her human form.

>She leans against you.

>Your arm drapes around her shoulder, holding her close.

---

>You arrive back to her house, standing at her door.

>She smiles at you.

>"I had a fun time. And I learned how to please you."

>You grin back.

"Yeah. And I learned a new thing about you."

>She smiles before standing on her tip toes and kisses your cheek.

>Her mouth then moves to your ear and whispers:

>"I love it when I'm spanked like a naughty girl."

>A heavy blush appears on your face.

>"Take care, Anon."

>You watch as she walks inside and closes the door.

>Walk to your car and hop inside.

>As you crank up the car, a though pops in your head.

"She never called me 'pet'".

 

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8. Tiffany's Chastisement (Lulu)

 

>It's late afternoon.

>It's too hot to be outside, so you reside indoors with the air conditioning on to beat the heat.

>As you relax on the chair watching television, your phone begins to vibrate in your pants.

>You believe it may be Mistress, so you eagerly answer the call.

"Hello, Mistress!"

>A tomboyish giggle is picked up from the other end of the line.

>"Haha! No, try again, whipping boy."

>You silently curse your misfortune of picking up the phone for her.

"Hello...Tiffany."

>"Better. Hope you didn't forget about our outing tonight."

>That's right, today is your date with the secretary.

>Well, there is a reason you nearly forgot, mostly because she's a total bitch to you.

>You were betting on her totally blowing you off.

>Guess today isn't really your day.

"No, I haven't forgotten."

>"Good. Now I'll be there to pick you up in two hours. I better not have to wait on you or there will be repercussions. Got it, slave?"

>You mutter a few choice words under your breath; words that aren't nice at all.

>"What was that, bitch!?"

>You gulp.

>Tiffany sounds a bit agitated, and being on her bad side when she treats you like crap already is a death sentence.

>How could you forget that she is a fox with perfect hearing?

"I said, 'Yes! I understand'. See you in two hours."

>"Good, and wear something comfortable. I at least want you to have some fun."

>She hangs up on you without even a "goodbye" or a "take care".

"Bitch."

---

>You walk outside two hours later, fresh and dressed for the evening's events.

>You sport just a simple T-shirt and some khaki shorts.

>"Took you long enough, boy."

>Look to your left to see a very petite woman leaning against a bright red Corvette convertible.

>Her skin is dark, free of any blemishes, and looks smooth to the touch.

>Short blond hair frames her nicely shaped head, tied up in a small ponytail.

>Not much in the tits and ass department, but she makes it up with a very tight and athletic body that could turn heads.

>Wearing short shorts with a floral stitching on the side and a pink baby tee with the words "Hot Bitch", she is the petite goddess.

>She pulls down her shade and gives you a once over from over the top rim.

>"Hmph…Acceptable for a pet."

"What?"

>She sneers at your little quip and walks over towards you.

>Flinch when she brings her hand up to your face, only to lightly caress your cheek.

>"Hop in."

>Her hand lightly pats your face while giving you a little smirk.

>You swore you saw a sharp fang poking out of her mouth.

>She turns around and sashays back to her car.

>The way her hips moves causes her booty shorts to ride up, giving you a nice show of her slight camel toe.

>It is hypnotic and slightly arousing.

>Even if she is a bitch to you, a side of you wants to tap that minx to hell and back.

>The tingle of your arousal wakes up your organ.

>A blaring horn catches your attention.

>"Hurry the fuck up! Unless you want to walk there, I suggest moving that ass!"

>A quick mental slap gets your brain working again.

>You hop in her car and take off to wherever Tiffany desires.

---

>"Come on, you can't even stand up on a pair of skates? Pathetic."

>Tiffany's chastisement continues in full force.

>You are sure that she has turned up the juice ever since you've arrived at this skating rink.

>Lucky it was Adult’s Night and you were in a group of your peers.

>Come to think of it, maybe you shouldn't have made fun of Tiffany when the cashier almost didn't admit her for thinking Tiffany isn't old enough.

>You flail your arms around, trying to gain some sort of balance

>All that gives you a one way trip onto the hardwood floor.

>The petite woman rolls over to you, laughing at your expense.

>"Look at you, a little baby that can't even skate."

>She sits on your chest, smirking at your blushing face.

>An air of superiority radiates from the African beauty.

>"Heh, you're probably as bad at skating as you are in fucking."

>Embarrassment is an understatement of how you feel.

>Tiffany notices your gaze moving from her face.

>"What, don't tell me you aren't going to cry."

>You shove her off of your chest and she falls flat on her well-toned ass.

>It makes you feel a bit better, but not much.

>You stand up on shaky legs and try to walk off the floor, but a hand grabs hold of your arm.

"Let go."

>She sighs.

>"Okay...I rode you a bit too hard. I'm sorry."

>Her hands grip you tighter, preventing you from moving.

>"If you want, I'll show you how to skate. J-Just don't think I'm being nice. I just don't want you to embarrass yourself. T-That's my job."

>Begrudgingly, you accept her apology, even if it was a bad one.

>She keeps her word and teaches you the basics of skating.

>Of course, you do fall, and she does her usual jabs at you.

>After what she did to you earlier, you could take these in stride.

>In time, you are able to hold your own and skate with care.

>Of course, Tiffany shows you up by skating backwards while chatting with you.

>For the first time since you started working at the firm, Tiffany is nice to you.

>After a while of skating like a pro, you decide it's best to head off the rink.

>Your legs feel like rubber and need a rest.

>The sly vixen had other plans in store for you.

>"Come with me, pet. I think I should...reward you for being good."

>She takes your hand and takes you into the girl's bathroom.

>Her skin glistens in the light, her pony tail a bit messy from her perspiration, and her scent is intoxicating.

>You have a feeling where this situation is heading.

>She points a finger to the handicap stall.

>"Get in, kneel right there, and close your eyes."

>You follow her command to the letter.

>"Now, pet, you better do as I say. No questions. Got it?"

>She peers over her shoulder at you to see you nod.

>The sounds of clothing falling to the floor affirm your suspicions of about what will happen next.

>"You can look."

>You do so, only to see a nude Tiffany covered in white and pale brown fur, blonde hair complementing the rest of her furry body.

>Her tail is raised, giving you a nice view of her ass and juicy nether lips.

>Her hands are placed on the wall, sticking her tight butt out in front of you.

>Your boner can't be contained in your pants.

>"Now, kiss my ass."

>Boner is now gone.

"W-Wait, what?"

>She lets out a low growl.

>"Did I stutter? I said to kiss my ass. Now we can either cooperate..."

>She bares her sharp teeth and claws at you in a form of a threat.

>"Or we can do things my way. So what's it going to be?"

>As to not feel the wrath of the petite vixen, you lean your face in close and pucker up.

>Her form shivers once your lips make contact with her firm, muscular derrière.

>Quiet moans escape her lips.

>"Ooooh yeah. Adorn my perfectly toned ass with your kisses."

>Ignoring her narcissistic remark, you continue to litter her shapely rear with more light pecks.

>Her fur tickles your nose.

>As you do so, you can smell her thick musk wafting from between her legs.

>You lick your lips, tasting the salty sweat from her fur.

>She's panting, shivering, longing for more from you.

>"L-Lick my ass with that slutty tongue of yours."

>No!

>That's where you draw the line.

>You stand up and open your mouth to voice your displeasure.

>But upon seeing her claws scraping at the metal divider of the stall, your mind begins to formulate an idea.

>This is your chance to get back at her.

>You take off your skates and drop your pants and boxers.

>Quickly moving behind her, you reach up and pinch her hardened nipples.

>She gasps before turning her head to see your smirking face.

>"W-What are you...EEK!"

"Now listen here bitch."

>You press your exposed crotch against her rear, grinding yourself against her furry ass.

>The sensations tickled your penis, which is enough to help your erection grow.

>The tip of your boner lightly prods against her exit hole.

>She groans as you give her nipples a nice pull.

"I know you say that you're sorry...but I don't believe it. Now, maybe we can work something out."

>You nibble at her perky ears.

>"Ah! T...that's not cool! A pet isn't supposed to rise against its mast-EEP!"

>You give her toned rear a nice slap to shut her up.

"I can see how much you want this rim job, and I'll give it to you. But only if you apologize for being a massive cunt."

>The hand that was on her breast slowly moves down her chest, brushing over her well-toned abs underneath her fur.

>It reaches its destination, Tiffany's moist muff.

>You give her clitty a nice rub down, causing her to howl aloud.

>"AH! O-Okay! I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being a massive cu-cunt! I won't ride you too hard. J-Just tongue-fuck my ass. Please?!"

>She turns towards you, her eyes slightly glossed over from your teasing.

>When she looks away from you in embarrassment, you swear she is blushing.

>"Please? I made sure that it's clean."

>You smile, finally turning the cunt to your bitch.

"Okay, I'll give you what you want."

>Kneeling back down, you place your hands upon either butt cheek before pulling them apart.

>You get a nice view of the little bit of flesh that is covered in white fur.

>She huffs, looking over her shoulder to see what you are doing.

>You take a quick sniff, surprised that the only smell coming from there is sweat.

>Blow a puff of air at her sphincter, causing it to clench tighter from your stimuli.

>Tiffany shakes and drags her nails down the metal boarder.

>"D-Don't tease me."

"Okay, I'll give you my 'slutty tongue'."

>Diving in, you give the edge of her asshole a nice lick.

>That tiny lick is enough to cause the tiny vixen to scream.

>You figure that this will be a problem.

>Looking around, you find her soiled panties on top of her pile of clothes.

>Balling up her soaked undergarment, you stand up and rub the underside of her jaw with a light finger.

>You hold her panties up to her face.

"Open wide. Can't have us getting caught."

>She catches your drift and opens her mouth, taking in her impromptu gag.

>You return to your battle station, assaulting the enemy's rear with your probes.

>Her moans, though loud, are muffled.

>She widens her legs for you to get easier access to her asshole.

>Taking full advantage of the situation, you force your tongue deep inside.

>She squirms, tears rolling down her face in pure ecstasy.

>Her lower lips, releasing her sweet nectar, flows down her leg.

>Clear signs of her surmounting lust and arousal permeate the air.

>This, in a weird way, is turning you on.

>You begin to stroke yourself off with your right hand while keeping a firm grasp of her left cheek with the other.

>Her moans, screams, and slutty pants are what keep you going.

>Each thrust of your tongue, each pump of your cock, each slap of her rear brings you both closer to your orgasm.

>You forgo your ejaculation and give the blond-haired, white-furred vixen your attention.

>Your tongue dance deep within her depths.

>It squirms all around her canal, licking at the hot walls of her colon.

>With one final slap, Tiffany finally caves in.

>Her back arches, screams muffled as she convulses in sheer bliss.

>You finish her rim job with a nice slurp of the tongue, exiting her pucker hole.

>She slumps to the floor and pulls out her panties wet with her saliva.

>You stand up and stroke yourself off in front of the sexually pleased Tiffany.

>She notices you finishing off and turns so that she faces you.

>Mouth wide open, she awaits your second gift.

>The sight of her finally taking the submissive roll makes you double your efforts.

>Faster and faster you stroked.

>A familiar feeling of your impending climax surge through your loins.

>"Do it, pet! Paint me with your seed!"

>On command, you grunt, spraying her vulpine face with spurt after spurt of your thick cream.

>She gulps down whatever landed in her maw and rubs the rest into her sweaty fur.

>Her hands reach up towards your face and grab you by your collar.

>Pulling you down to her face, she places her cum-covered, vulpine lips on yours, giving you a taste of your own cum.

>Your tongues wrestled for dominance.

>Try as you might, you give into Tiffany as she licks your mouth clean, tasting her own ass.

>She pulls away from you, leaving you both breathless.

>"W-Wow..."

"Yeah, wow indeed."

----

>The ride back home is mostly quiet.

>She cast her glance over to you.

>You barely notice since you're enjoying the passing scenery.

>The starry night sky fills you with calm.

>You get the nerve to look over at Tiffany.

>She changed back into her vulpine form after leaving the roller rink.

>Her golden hair is let down and blowing in the passing breeze.

>Her fur shifts ever-so slightly.

>She is smiling.

>It's small, but you can clearly see it.

----

>You arrive back at your little home.

>Being the lady that Tiffany is, she walks with you to the door.

>"Well...that was fun."

>You nod.

"Yeah. It definitely wa-."

>Her hug cuts your statement short.

>This is a shock to you.

>Never before have you been hugged by any of the vixens, but this is nice.

>Her fur may be short, but it is still pretty comfy.

>You return the hug in kind.

>She stands on her tip-toes and lays her head on your right shoulder.

>"Oh Anon..."

"What is it Tif-OW!"

>She places her mouth on your neck, sucking as hard as she can.

>The pain causes your grip to tighten around Tiffany.

>However, there was a slight feeling of submissive pleasure from receiving her kiss of death.

>You let out a gasp.

>Her sucking eventually ceases and she removes her lips from your neck.

>After licking the afflicted area, she leans into your ear.

>"Even if you get the upper-hand of me, you'll always be my bitch."

>She grabs hold of your ass and nibbles your earlobe.

>You moan from her sudden aggressive actions.

>"Yes, moan like the bitch you are."

>She lets go, and you do the same.

>Stepping away, she watches your form slump to your knees.

>"Catch ya at work, my pet."

>She hops into her convertible like some action star and drives off.

>You regain your composure and head inside.

>After turning on the lights in your home, you make your way to the closest mirror.

>Looking at the right side of your neck, you see a reddish, circular mark.

>Tiffany gave you a hickey.

>To think she'd pull something to get the last say.

>You sigh and make your way to the couch, flopping onto the soft cushions.

>Thinking back on this evening, you couldn't help but smile.

"At least I know her weakness now."

 

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9. Sophie's Night In (Alex)

 

>”So my pet, I hear that your dates with the girls have been going well. You seem to have left an impression on Janice especially.

>Mistress Delilah winks at you, smiling.

>You smile back at her, though you remain silent, since she hasn't given you permission to speak.

>"Of course, there's still a few girls who want to get to know you better. So you’ll be spending some time with Sophie whenever she decides she wants to do something."

>You put on a confused expression, cocking your head to the side.

"Mistress, I’m sorry for speaking out of turn, but I've worked here for you for several years, and I've never heard of anyone named Sophie working here."

>Delilah smiles again, hooking a finger under your collar and taking you out of her office to the main work area.

>"Sophie only just started working here last week, she moved here from Canada a few months ago, so I forgive your not knowing her, my pet, but do try to remember her."

>Mistress points to a desk at the far corner of the area, and sure enough, sitting in that corner and pouring over a massive book is who you assume to be Sophie.

>You can’t see her face on account of her back being towards you, but her head is topped in short white hair, cut stylishly.

>Being finished with you for the moment, Delilah dismissively pushes you in that general direction, and you take the hint by walking over to Sophie.

>Upon hearing your footsteps, the girl flips the book -something about legal precedents- closed and spins in her chair to face you.

>You had intended to introduce yourself, but her brilliant white smile, and her beautiful face have struck you dumb.

>This doesn't seem to bother her in the least, and she launches into a conversation.

>”So, you’re Ms. Jackson’s little pet, eh? Anon, is it? I’m Sophie! And apparently I get you all to myself for an entire day! Talk about a welcome present!”

>Your brain shorts out while trying to process the avalanche of words flowing into your ears, and your attempts to respond somehow result in your string at her nicely proportioned chest.

>Sophie again seems unfazed by your apparent idiocy, and responds by sticking her chest out more for you to admire.

>”You like these? They aren't the biggest around here, but I’m sure happy with them!”

>Sophie then launches into a speech about how glad she was to find a place to work where the employees were all like her.

>She, like the others, was not happy that she couldn't simply be herself, but it made it easier to deal with it when there were others around that knew your secret.

>You content yourself with listening, as even if you could find your voice, you doubt you could get a word in edgewise.

>After a while, Sophie finally seems to run out of things to say, and leans back in her chair, smiling brightly at you.

>”So how would you feel if I told you I wanted you to come over for pizza and a few movies on Saturday night?”

>You finally manage to remember how your voice works, and open your mouth to answer.

“That sounds... Pretty nice actually. What time do you want me to show up?”

>Sophie stretches hugely as she considers your question, giving you a glimpse of her flat, toned belly as her shirt rides up high.

>”Oh, I dunno, I’d say six is a pretty good time. You might want to bring a toothbrush though.”

>After giving you her address and apartment number, the white haired girl winks at you before turning back to her book and opening it to the bookmarked page.

>You find yourself smiling as you walk back towards your desk, hoping that this ‘date’ turns out to be as fun as it sounds.

>Unfortunately, as you pass by her desk, Natasha reaches out and grabs your belt, pulling you close.

>”I’m in the mood for something tasty Anon, would you be a dear and get me something sweet. Preferably glazed with some of your special cream?”

>You nod at the Russian woman complacently, and sigh when she lets you go, smiling in satisfaction.

>Looks like you won’t be getting any work done for a while.

---

>The rest of the week goes by agonizingly slowly, though nothing particularly noteworthy happens.

>You run into Janice a couple times though, and she giggles adorably whenever you give her a light pat on the but.

>Sophie, for her part, seems content with teasing you by wearing increasingly short skirts, showing off her amazing legs.

>Friday afternoon eventually rolls around, and you find yourself being p incredibly hard pressed not to whip out your dick and jack off to the sight in front of you.

>Sophie showed up at the secretary’s desk almost ten minutes ago, and has been chatting with Tiffany about seemingly inane crap.

>You know she isn't there to talk to her though.

>Because with her bent over Tiffany’s desk, you are afforded a perfect view of her unbelievably perfect ass.

>You aren't sure, but from looking at it, you think it might Rival Mistress Delilah’s for sheer perfection.

>Thoughts of your mistress apparently have the effect of summoning her, because right at that moment, she pokes her head out of her office, motioning for you to come over.

>You do as you are bid, and join her in her office, where she promptly reverts to her vulpine form.

>”I’m sorry I haven’t been able to pay much attention to you this week my pet, but I trust you've managed to stay... Entertained?”

>The note of amusement in her voice tells you that she knows exactly what you were doing before coming here.

“Yes, Mistress.”

>Delilah smiles.

>”Good, I’m glad to see that the other girls have been able to take such good care of you while I was busy. Now, before you leave for the day, I want you to give me a nice foot rub. I've been walking all day, and my poor little paws are quite sore.”

>She punctuates her sentence by kicking her bare feet up on the desk and wiggling her toes at you.

>You smile, eager to please your Mistress in any way possible, and seat yourself in front of her, immediately settling into your appointed task.

>As you rub the soreness away, the gorgeous vixen before you allows her head to drop back, closing her eyes and letting out a long, drawn out moan.

>The obvious pleasure she’s receiving from your ministrations spur you to greater efforts, and you are rewarded with more moans and your Mistress arching her back in ecstasy.

>On impulse, you lean your head down, sticking your tongue out and licking the soft pad on the underside of her toes.

>Your risk pays off, as Delilah yips loudly, straining against your hands to press her foot against your mouth.

>Taking the hint, you add your lips and tongue to the massage, losing yourself in the sound of your Mistress’ pleasure.

>After a good ten minutes, you delicately set her feet down, and lean back in your chair.

>Delilah stares back at you, her eyes glazed over, and you notice one of her hands is shoved into the waistband of her pants.

>”Good... Good work, my pet. I think I can overlook the fact that you did something you shouldn’t have just this once... And only because it was very, very pleasant."

>You smile happily at her in response, immensely satisfied with yourself at having pleased your mistress so thoroughly.

---

>You leave Delilah’s office a few minutes later, to find both Sophie and Tiffany staring at you, the former with an incredulous look, the latter with an envious glare.

>Feeling unnaturally confident, you smile hugely t the both of them, winking at Sophie.

“Have a good afternoon ladies. And Sophie, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

>The white haired girl squeals as you reach under her skirt and pinch her ass on your way by.

>Oh yeah, it’s perfect.

---

>Your Friday night and most of Saturday are spent pretty quietly at home, doing nothing in particular.

>You feel more and more anxious as six o clock approaches, however, though you don’t know why.

>Sophie is one of the nicer girls you work with, right up there with Janice as far as treating you like a person. instead of a pet.

>When it’s finally time for you to go, you throw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, grabbing a toothbrush before heading out.

---

>A short drive later, you arrive at the address Sophie gave you.

>It’s a relatively small, 3 story apartment building, with each floor having small balconies for the tenants.

>You walk up to the door, finding the right number and buzzing the intercom.

>A few seconds later Sophie greets you in a singsong voice.

>”Helloooo~?”

“Hey Sophie, it’s-”

>”Come right up Anon, you’re almost late!”

>The door buzzes and you open it, heading up the stairs.

>What the hell are you late for?

>When you get to apartment 12, you knock, and you are shocked at the sight that greets you when your ‘date’ opens the door.

>Sophie stands in front of you in her natural vulpine form, her pure white fur much thicker than that of the other vixens.

>She’s also wearing a Toronto Maple Leafs jersey, ans not much else.

>”There you are! Quick, the game’s about to start!”

>She grabs your hand and drags you inside, pulling you to the living room, where an open pizza box and a pair of beers await on the table.

>”I almost forgot that the Leafs were playing the Rangers tonight. I hope you don’t mind some hockey while we eat?”

>You smirk.

“Of course I don’t mind, hockey is pretty great. Seeing the Rangers win tonight will be even better.”

>The white foxgirl puts on an expression of mock offence as she sits on the couch, pouting at you.

>She looks adorable.

>You sit down next to her and grab one of the beers, cracking it open and taking a drink.

>You immediately start choking on it, your eyes watering as the unexpectedly strong taste takes you by surprise.

“What the... What the fuck is this?”

>Sophie giggles and prods you with a foot.

>”It’s Alexander Keith’s, a Canadian beer. You know, REAL beer? I had my parents send me some after I tasted the pisswater you Americans drink.”

>You start to reply, but decide against it when you remember Miller.

>She has a point.

>After you recover from your coughing fit, you both settle down to watch the game.

>Between bites of pizza and gulps of beer, Sophie talks to you about her life in Canada.

>She with three brothers and a twin sister, and both her parents.

>They were a relatively poor family, but her father always managed to make enough money to get by, at the expense of him having to work two jobs.

>Eventually, her brothers started up a home improvement business together, giving the family more financial leeway, and allowing their father to cut back on his work.

>Her sister is currently going to school to become a certified airline pilot, a dream Sophie shared until she became engrossed in criminal law.

>You conversation is interrupted momentarily when the Rangers score, eliciting a whoop from you and a groan from the vixen.

“Well, what do you expect, the Leafs suck!”

>”Yeah well, they've still won more Stanley Cups than any other team!”

“Except Montreal... by 13.”

>”Yeah well... Well.”

>Unable to come up with a good retort, she sticks her tongue out at you.

>You resume the conversation by asking what made her move to the States, to which she responds that she thought there would be more interesting opportunities for a lawyer in the U.S. than in Canada.

>As time goes on, Sophie scoots closer, eventually leaning her head against your shoulder and wrapping her tail around your waist.

>”You know, you’re pretty fun Anon. I don’t get why you put up with this whole ‘pet’ thing.”

>You put an arm around her shoulders, considering the reason for a moment.

“I guess I just enjoy it. I mean, yeah it’s kind of demeaning sometimes, but I do get to please a bunch of beautiful women by doing it. Why? Aren't you happy I’m here?”

>She frowns slightly.

>”Well, yeah, I’m happy you’re here -It’s been kinda boring here alone-, but I mean. It feels kind of weird, since you would be here even if you didn't want to be. And I could make you do whatever I want, no matter whether YOU want to or not.”

>You shrug and smile at the vulpine girl.

“Well,for the record, I DO want to be here, and I would gladly do anything you wanted.”

>”Anything eh?”

“Yeah, Anything.”

>You both fall silent after that, except for the occasional cheer when one team or the other scores.

>The game ends 4-3 for Toronto, much to your disappointment.

>”So, now that the important stuff is over, how about some movies?”

>Sophie extricates herself from you and stands up, walking over to the her DvD cabinet and opening it to reveal an impressive collection of A and B list horror movies.

>Rising from the couch, you join her in perusing the DvD’s, stopping when your eyes alight on a few well enjoyed classics.

>You reach out and pull out the Evil Dead and Army of Darkness movies, showing them to Sophie.

“Groovy.”

>The foxgirl giggles, and grabs the movies, putting the first one in the player before joining you back on the couch.

---

>Halfway through the second movie, you've lost most interest in the watching the screen.

>Instead, you’re focused on the beautiful creature snuggled up to you with her head in your lap.

>You idly run a hand up and down one of her calves, admiring the thick, soft coat of fur covering the lean and muscular limb underneath.

>Your hand trails higher up her leg, up her thigh right to the hem of her jersey.

>You glance down at Sophie, and though she doesn't take her eyes off the screen, you see her smile and nod slightly.

>Taking that as confirmation to continue, you slip your hand up under her shirt, running it up her leg to her belly.

>Though you wouldn't have believed it possible, the fur on her stomach is even softer, your hand sinking into its fuzzy warmth.

>The skin beneath her fur is firmly muscled, but still soft and feminine, and your hand continues its journey up her torso.

>You eventually come to her nicely sized breasts, cupping one of them with your hand and causing the vixen to moan slightly.

>You tease her for a little while, tweaking her hardening nipple lightly before running your hand back down her body.

>When your hand comes to rest of her waist she jerks slightly, breaking out into a fit of giggles.

>A smile comes to your face as you realise that she’s ticklish, and you capitalize on your new found knowledge by going on the offensive.

>Your relentless assault draws peals of laughter from your victim, and she counter attacks by grabbing your wrists and repositioning herself to straddle your legs.

>You manage to free your hands from her death grip, and resume your tickle barrage, making the vixen squeal in protest and thrash about atop you.

>You can feel the thin lining of her panties rubbing against your crotch as she squirms, and the beginnings of an erection start to stir in your pants.

>Finding herself unable to get off you, since you simply grab her waist and incapacitate her, Sophie decides to try a new tactic: Smothering you in her cleavage.

>Leaning forward, she presses her ample chest against your face, and you find yourself inhaling her wonderful, musky scent.

>You definitely don’t want to lose this battle, but the longer your face spends cushioned by her soft, fuzzy breasts, the less you feel like tickling her, and the more you feel like doing... Other things.

>Eventually, you admit defeat, relinquishing her waist and tapping on her ass to signify that you give up.

>The vixen removes her chest from your face as she continues laughing, much to your relief, and dismay.

>Sitting more heavily in your lap, she remains quiet, breathing heavily and trying to catch her breath as you smile placatingly at her.

“So it’s a draw then?”

>”No way... I won... Fair and square...”

>You reach a hand up and cup her breast lightly.

“Using these hardly qualifies as fair, methinks.”

>Sophie’s look changes from one of amusement to a more seductive one, and she leans in close, her lips almost brushing your ear,

>”Well then, how about we relocate to the bedroom, and I’ll use them in a much more creative way...”

>Despite your intense desire to simply submit and follow her to her bedroom,  you decide to fuck with her a little, and put on the biggest shit eating grin you can muster.

“But... We still have an entire movie to watch!”

>You’re rewarded for your sarcastic comment by a playful punch, and you groan as Sophie wiggles her ass against you.

“Alright, alright, you've convinced me... We can do it here, while watching the third movie!”

>An indignant squeal and a playful beating bring you to your senses, and you eventually relent.

>The young vixen gets off you, swishing her tail across your nose as she heads for her room, and you quickly follow suite.

>As soon as you catch up to Sophie, you spin her around, locking your lips with hers in a passionate kiss.

>She melts against you, standing on the tips of her toes to have easier access to your mouth.

>Out of the corner of your eye, you shuffle around, intending to fall sideways onto the bed like couples in movies do.

>You've always wanted to be suave enough to do that, and now’s your chance.

>Unfortunately, you misjudge your positioning, and while Sophie falls onto the bouncy mattress, you miss completely and drop onto the floor.

>”Ohmygosh! Are you okay?”

>The foxgirl’s panicked face appears above you as you try to sit up, slightly dazed from the fall.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I think my pride and credibility as a lover aren't going to make it though.”

>Your dumbfounded expression and  comment are seemingly enough to reassure Sophie that you aren't going to die, and she immediately breaks out into a fit of laughter.

>”Oh my god... You should have... you should have seen your face when you fell, it was PRICELESS!”

>You watch the vixen rolling around on the bed, clutching her stomach and gasping for breath.

>After a few minutes, she finally calms down, and pulls you close.

>”Now, where were we?

“I think we were about here...”

>You resume kissing as if you hadn't fell, and wrap your arms around her.

>When you finally break the kiss, you smile at Sophie, but that smile quickly fades when you notice the nervous look in her eyes.

“Is something wrong?”

>She shifts out of your arms, sitting up and fixing you with a sheepish look.

>”Umm, not... Really? I’m just a little anxious because I've never actually done it with a guy before.”

>You raise an eyebrow in response, keeping a carefully neutral tone.

“You’re a virgin?”

>Sophie pushes you down onto your back, snorting.

>”No you big goof, I said I never did it with a guy before.”

“So... You’re a lesbian?”

>That earns you a set of toes being pressed against your ribs painfully.

>”No! I’m just trying to say that I've only ever...”

>She mumbles the last words

“What was that?”

>”I've only ever fucked..”

“Still didn't hear you.”

>”I've only ever had sex with my sister!”

>Immediately after she tells you, Sophie buries her face in her hands shamefully.

>You stare at the vixen for several moments, mouth hanging open.

>A vivid image of two pure white foxgirls making out creeps into your mind, and your already hard cock twitches with desire.

“Your... Sister? That’s... Kinda hot.”

>At your words, Sophie pokes her eyes out from between her fingers, and you hear a muffled “r-really?”

>Sitting up, you take her hands, pulling them away from her face.

“Yeah really, I mean, you find me a guy who doesn't think twins having sex is hot, and I’ll show you a liar.”

>”You really think it’s hot then?”

>Chuckling, you reach up and stroke her fuzzy ear.

“Yeah, the idea of you fucking your twin sister is probably one of the hottest things I’ve thought about in... Quite a while now.”

>”I-it was more the other way around... She was the one fucking me. I think she inherited all the dominance, and that’s why I’m more submissive.”

>Well, that explains why she isn't into the whole pet thing.

>Not that you’re complaining, tonight has been really great.

>”H-hey Anon?”

>You snap out of your thoughts and look up at Sophie.

>”Do you think you could... Tie me up? Cindy used to do it all the time and I... I really liked it. I’m pretty flexible too, so you don’t have to worry about hurting me...”

>You doubt it’s possible at this point, but you think your dick might actually gotten harder at that request.

“Alright then, but first, you gotta take off that stupid Toronto jersey... I don’t think I can keep it up if I have to be reminded that you love the worst team in hockey.”

>”Okay, that’s it, you do NOT make fun of my Toronto!”

>Sophie pounces on you, knocking the both of you off the bed amidst a torrent of laughter.

---

“Are you sure that doesn't hurt?”

>”Of course I’m sure, I love being tied up like this. Now put it in, I've been waiting all week for this.”

>You chuckle, and take a moment to admire the beauty of the foxgirl lying before you on the bed.

>Her hands are tied to either side of the headboard, preventing her from moving around much outside of wiggling her torso.

>On top of that, each of her ankles is handcuffed to its relevant wrist, leaving Sophie’s legs spread obscenely wide and exposing her tiny little pussy and puckered ass.

>If it were any other girl, you would have jumped on that ass, and given her the fucking of a lifetime.

>But Sophie’s dripping pussy, almost quivering with her desire for you, is much too enticing to pass up.

>The foxgirl stares at you with glazed eyes, her breathing erratic and heavy with lust as you lean in and dip your tongue into her moist slit.

>She tastes sweeter than the purest spring water, and you can't help but plunge your organ deeper into her.

>A low, drawn out moan accompanies the shudder that passes through her body when you start tongue fucking her, and her tail wraps itself unconsciously around one of your wrists.

>You continue eating her out, relishing in her cries and spasms.

>After a very shirt time, her eyes squeeze shut, and the walls of her tight pussy begin to clench around your tongue, pulling it in deeper as Sophie screams in orgasm.

>You draw back for a few moments, letting your lover recover from your ministrations

>Once she’s regained her breath, the vixen smiles at you.

>”Well that was... Nice and all, but I what I really wanted in me was your cock...”

>Perfectly happy to oblige, you position yourself on your knees in front of her, pressing your rock hard prick into her tight folds.

>She wordlessly murmurs her pleasure as you begin thrusting slowly, her tightness making it hard to push yourself in without drawing small pained yelps from her.

>You’re worried that you might actually hurt her, but her murmurs quickly turn into supplications for more.

>Mindful of being too rough, you nonetheless speed uo your thrusts, inching yourself deeper and deeper with agonizing slowness.

>The sensations are incredible. Never before has your dick been inserted into an orifice and tight as this.

>A whimper of pain from causes you to slow down your thrusts, concerned for her well being, but she only looks at you in frustration.

>”Is that the best you can do? Fuck me harder! I want you to make me scream.”

>You frown slightly.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

>”I don’t care about that. Now, fuck me hard before I break out of these cuffs and show you how to do it.”

>Taking the hint, you grab hold of the vixens hips and slam your hips against hers, hilting your cock inside her.

>Her scream is a mixture of pain, pleasure and intense satisfaction.

>Happy that you don’t have to worry about hurting her, you start to fuck her fast and hard, pulling out almost completely before driving yourself into her with every thrust.

>You can see her toes curl, and her ankles straining against the restraints as she tries to free herself, but you ignore it in favour of focusing everything you have on pleasing her.

>Every downstroke send you both higher into the realms of pleasure, and you stop yourself from cumming several times, wanting to prolong the pleasure.

>Sophie has no such qualms, and repeatedly her entire body is racked by powerful orgasms, leaving her breathless and moaning.

>When you start to tire, she begins whispering encouragement into your ear, pleading for you to fill her with your seed, promising to fulfil your every fantasy.

>Her words are like a second wind, and you redouble your efforts at pleasing her, drawing a few more orgasms from her before feeling your approaching.

>You warn her that you’re about to cum, and she moans in response, before leaning her head closer toy your ear and whispering:

“When my sister visits I’ll let you fuck both of us.”

>That pushes you over the edge, and with a loud groan you start pumping her full of your cum.

>When you finish, your muscles give out, and you collapse on top of Sophie, making her squeal.

>”Get off you doofus!”

>With great effort, you roll off the vixen.

>You both spend the next few minutes panting and trying to catch your breaths.

>You break the silence with the only thing you can think of.

“Wow... That was.. Wow.”

>”Yeah, I don’t think I've ever cum so hard in my life - And it’s not for lack of trying.”

>You laugh a little, before reaching over to Sophie’s night stand and grabbing the key to the handcuffs.

>As you unlock her, the vixen smirks.

“What?”

>”Told you that you wearing my Jersey wouldn't kill your boner.

“Eh, they’re not so bad.

---

>A few hours later, you’re both lying together in Sophie’s bed, snuggling quietly.

>The white vixen yawns sleepily, resting her head on your chest and looking up at you with a smile.

>”I had a great time tonight Anon. I’d love to do this again.”

>You smile back warmly, wrapping your arms around her and hugging her tightly.

“I did too, and I wouldn't mind doing this again... Hell, I’m free all day tomorrow.”

>”Well then, maybe we can find a creative way to eat breakfast then...”

>You kiss the fox on the nose, and settle in to sleep.

“Of course we can.”