Soviet Fluffy Tails: The Journalist

>You are a journalist

>After months of wading through red tape, you're finally allowed past the fluffy curtain

>You take a picture of a kitsune soldier at the border crossing

>"Sir, I'm afraid I'm going to need you to come with us"

>Be taken to windowless concrete room

>A pair of tall, muscular kitsune twins in officer's uniforms enter shortly

>"You can't just keep me here I'm-"

>Immediately have fluffy tail shoved in mouth

>Be stripped naked, restrained, and tickled with fluffy tails until you're a half-sobbing, half-laughing wreck

>"Well, I'm satisfied that he's not a security risk"

>Have your possessions shoved into your hands as they boot you out the door into an alley

>Kitsune citizen walking by smirks as she notices you

>"Tourist......"

 

>Check camera and bag

>They've confiscated all your film

>Start wandering streets looking for a store

>See kitsune citizen heading your way

>As you make eye contact and open your mouth to speak to her she jumps on you and drags you to the ground

>"You've got guts walking around here by yourself no-tail"

>Forcibly kisses you and shoves her lengthy tongue into your mouth

>Feel fluffy tails tickling you again

>Seize up into a fear-paralyzed fuck doll as she proceeds to violently rape you in the middle of the street

>Other kitsune come to watch and egg her on

>A kitsune police officer shoulders her way to the front of the crowd, demanding to know whats going on

>Takes a look at you and your "lover"

>"Clean up after yourself citizen....."

>She adjusts her cap and walks off

 

>As your rapist lifts herself off of you, another kitsune immediately steps forward to take a turn

>While she lowers herself onto your member you vaguely notice several well-dressed kitsune with large clusters of tails gesturing to the crowd, forming them into an orderly queue

>You are used as a sex toy by the entire neighborhood, everyone from aristocratic kitsune sating their desires to slum it on you down to poor laborer kitsune who carefully guide their daughters in violating you so that one day they might capture a husband of their own

>After hours of constant fucking, the last kitsune, a lesser noble judging by her fine clothes and comparatively restrained ministrations, finally pulls herself off your femcum-soaked body

>She stretches and heaves a satisfied sigh

>"Thanks for the good time honey"

>She reaches into her handbag and drops a bundle of bills on the ground next to you

>"Come back any time"

 

>Realize just how hungry you are

>Realize how cold your sexual fluid-damp clothes are

>Grab billfold from ground and shift your search over to food and dry clothes

>Realize as you gaze at the signs you pass by that you can't even read the kitsune alphabet

>Realize you were a fool to have come here

>Silent tears begin to stream down your face as you forget your immediate needs and begin to wander the streets aimlessly

>"Hot soup! Hot Soup!"

>You look up to find yourself in front a humble church. A tired looking kitsune in a habit stands in front, stirring a steaming cauldron.

>She looks at you pointedly and repeats her call

>You approach her warily, half-resigned to another pelvis-breaking mating session

>"Come and sit a while traveler, you look tired"

>She pushes a bowl of kreplach soup into your trembling hands

>"Come on! I'm not gonna bite"

>She guides you to a bench near her cooking fire, deliberately ignoring your tear-stained cheeks and the reek of sex wafting off you, and drapes a coarse blanket over your shoulders

 

>Hear lively conversation from behind you

>See loose mob of kitsunes approaching

>Nearly leap up and run, but the thought of not getting to finish your food holds you in place

>Expect more harassment from the kitsune as they get close enough to get a good look at you

>They pause to acknowledge you, but pay you no further mind beyond a look of sad sympathy as they gratefully accept a bowl from The Kitsunun

>As the benches on the far side of the fire slowly fill up some of them come to sit by you

>You keep quiet and focus on your soup, but eventually one of them playfully pokes you in the ribs and says "Jeez shut up already no-tail! You're such a chatterbox!"

>You laugh at her unexpected joke

>"He speaks at last!" says one of her fellows

>"I was starting to think you were a statue" says another

>You're soon chatting easily with the kitsune congregation, relieved that not everyone here regards humans as sex toys

>The sun begins to set and the kitsunes all start heading home

>You begin shivering in the oppressive cold in spite of your blanket

>The Kitsunun douses the fire and heads up to the church doors, holding them open and looking at you expectantly

>"Are you coming in or shall I let you freeze?"

 

>You follow her into the church

>She leads you to a washroom in the back

>The Kitsunun sets a hot bath running and starts helping you out of your dirty clothes

>You freeze up and start pitching a tent as she accidentally brushes her tail against you

>She snatches her hands away, a mixture of arousal and guilt written on her face

>She shakes her head and refocuses, relieving you of the rest of your attire while carefully keeping her tail to herself

>Helping you into the bath, she excuses herself and takes your soiled clothes and a box of powdered detergent with her

>You spend far longer than you feel you have a right to letting the hot bath relax your aching muscles

>Climb out and wrap yourself in a frayed bathrobe, ignoring your exhausted body's demands for more rest

>Find Kitsunun in adjoining bedroom, now dressed in plain pajamas, reading by candlelight, your clothes drying on a rack behind her

>She smiles and asks if you're feeling any better

>You assure her you are and that you can't thank her enough for her kindness

>She brushes of your promises of future compensation and instead steers the conversation toward you and where you came from

>You talk for an hour or so, finding that she is quite interested in life beyond the curtain, before you both yawn in unison

>You both decide to get some sleep, and realize there's only a single bed here

>She offers to let you take it, saying she's quite used to hardship, but after all she's done for you you can't allow that

>You climb onto the narrow, well-worn mattress beside her and quickly fall asleep

 

>You're half-woken by rhythmic jostling of bed

>You roll over and try to ignore it

>It stops, then starts again, gentler

>You remain half asleep as it slowly intensifies

>You finally force eyes open to see what the hell is going on

>The Kitsunun is lying in bed beside you, her pajamas bunched up around her extremities, desperately masturbating as she stares at you

>She stops dead as she realizes you are awake

>She starts crying, curling up into a ball as she apologizes profusely, sputtering about how hard it is for kitsune to contain themselves

>You gently pull her close, quietly assuring her that its okay, scratching behind her ears and patting her back

>Her tail starts to wag involuntarily from the stimulation, tickling at your belly and loins

>You quickly become aroused

>She feels your member poking her in the back

>Acting on feral instinct, her eyes glazed over with pent up need, she wriggles out of your grasp and brings her face between her legs, inhaling deeply through her nose as your cock comes to rest against her face

>She looks up at you,pleading for permission to continue

>A bit frightened after your previous experiences, but eager to reciprocate her affection, you make a motion of acquiescence and she immediately takes down to the base in her mouth, her inhumanely long tongue stroking along the entire length of your shaft

>Her attentions bring you to a state of almost painful arousal, your member bobbing in time with your rapid heartbeat

>Satisfied that you are ready, she pulls her head away from your crotch and sidles up to you, her soaked petals dripping onto your lap as she presses her body against yours

>Coiling her luxurious tail around you, she impales herself on your iron-hard length as she pushes you down onto the bed

>She gushes out an orgasm after only a few thrusts, but continues to mash her hips madly against yours as she bites down on the collar of her pajama shirt to contain her cries of ecstacy

>After what seems like an eternity of frantic motion, she opens her mouth and screams out her most intense climax yet as you hilt yourself and paint her insides white

>She collapses on top you, and you both fade back to sleep, completely spent

 

>You awaken to a gentle tickling under your chin and the intoxicating smell of butter and fruit

>Kitsunun stands over you, a plate of blintzes in her hands and a smug cat-after-cream smile on her face as she brushes under your chin with the tip of her tail

>Again famished and parched after last night's revelry, you reach eagerly for your breakfast, but she snatches it away

>"My my, so hasty. I'm not just giving these away you know"

>She roughly flops into your lap, locking her legs around your waist with surprising strength and trailing kisses from your collar bone up toward your ear

>"I already know exactly how I'll take my payment"

>You stutter out that you're completely drained after all that happened yesterday, but she bites down gently on your earlobe, the feeling of her elongated canines against your skin snatching the words from your mouth

>"You'll get your breakfast after I get mine"

>She takes your hands and entwines her fingers with yours, easing you onto your back as she teasingly drags her pussy lips over your morning wood

>She closes her thighs around your arousal and begins to wiggle her hips in little circles, her pliant flesh and slick entrance teasing you agonizingly

>Soon you are panting with desire, weakly trying to penetrate her properly and achieve release

>"Oh my, aren't we eager? Do you want to cum? Do you want to let out that flood of semen building inside you? I won't know unless you tell me properly"

>You cry out how much you want her, need her, and with a satisfied sigh she finally slides your shaft home, immediately bringing you to an explosive climax

>Smiling lasciviously, she thrusts downward onto your still sensitive cock, coiling her tail around the base and massaging it as she humps you unrelentingly, quickly wringing another orgasm from you as she reaches hers

>"That's three, honey"

>She stand up, a little unsteadily, and you realize that she looks almost as worn out as you do

>You sit down to breakfast together, and as soon as you finish she pulls herself into your lap, gently this time, and tucks her head under your chin, nuzzling against you gently and humming with contentment

>"I love you"

 

This story and the Soviet Fluffy thing as a whole inspired by the following post

 

>You will never live in a kitsune-dominated fascist state

>You will never be suspected of not loving the fluffy tail enough

>You will never wake in the middle of the night to the sound of kitsune shock troops kicking down your door

>You will never be taken to a secret prison in the heart of the city

>You will never be force fed udon and tickled with fluffy tails until you scream out your allegiance to the National Socialist Kitsune Cuddlers Party