Soviet Fluffy Tails: The Laborer Pt. 1

>You are now imagining being gangraped by a score of long-tongued kitsunes in skimpy military uniforms with vodka bottles in their free hands

>it is the night before Christmas

>you are hurrying home, carrying a bag filled with sweets and toys, presents for your little sister

>the last couple of days were tough. You showed early and even had the nerve to work beyond the labor lottery's allotment of hours, but you were lucky enough to avoid being caught, and it’s all going to be worth it once you make it home tonight

>if you make it home tonight

>you quicken your pace as the loudspeakers once again remind you that the curfew is still active and how fucked you'll be if you're caught

>but as you make your way through the streets, you just couldn’t help but wonder how would Holly react to her Christmas gift

>jogging past the display window of a long closed shop you, you catch a glimpse of you own reflection, and realize a cheerful smile has worked it's way onto your face

>caught off guard by your unusually joyous reflection, you pause, and for a second, thank Illias for how successful your little illegal operation has been

>only for a second

>”Fu fu~ Look at what we have here~”

>shit...

 

>You cringe and turn around slowly

>A quintet of kitsune soldiers, fresh back from a tour in Scalistan judging by their distinct tanlines, are leering drunkenly at you

>They are clearly quite a few rounds in, the blushes on their faces equal parts gin-blossom and undisguised arousal

>The leader of the group, a sergeant by the chevrons on her unbuttoned uniform jacket, steps closer

>"What have we here? A human out past curfew?"

>You stammmer out that you're very sorry and that you were just on your way home, as her compatriots slowly start to surround you

>She laughs boisterously, her fellows taking the queue and joining in

>"Relax, we're not going to turn you in. After all, we're breaking curfew too!"

>A Corporal, the crimson santa cap on her head clashing with her dark colored dress uniform chimes in

>"Of course, some punishment is still in order. What kind of upright citizen would just let someone get away with breaking curfew?"

>You try to back away, but the two officers push you before you can properly get your footing and you fall into the waiting arms of their comrades

 

>Your clothes are quickly stripped, exposing you to the bitter cold

>You are relieved of your parcel as well, though in a rare show of mercy and restraint the kitsune place it on the ground to the side rather than simply tossing it behind them

>You begin shivering, both from the frigid air and in fear of what is to come

>"Awww, are you cold? Bet you wish you had these, don't you?"

>The Sergeant waves her cluster of silken tails at you teasingly

>"Don't be jealous, I'll share"

>She all but leaps onto you, forcing her frightfully long tongue into your mouth and binding you up in her fluffy tails

>The warmth of her body as she violates you is almost a welcome reprieve from the biting winter night's air, and the burning-hot slit of her womanhood as she grinds against you quickly brings you to full mast

>"That's a good human"

>She impales herself on you with a gasp of delight, while her sisters-in-arms busy themselves by holding your limbs down or running their foot-long tongues over their sharp teeth in anticipation

 

>The kitsune violating you is tighter and hotter than any human, and the strength seems to melt out of you as she overwhelms you with pleasure

>The Corporal, seeing the fight drain from you, stands up and strips one of her stockings off, using it to bind your hands in a more permanent fashion, her vulpine ears twitching in delight beneath her ridiculous Kris Kringle hat every time you cry out

>Another kitsune, an engineer, her body toned and turned the color of dark chocolate by many days spent in the hot sun mending machinery, seizes upon the opportunity your helplessness presents, planting her pussy right over your face

>"I don't think I have to tell you what to do, no-tail"

>You begin licking at her snatch as though your life depends on it, eliciting groans of pleasure and murmurs of encouragement from her as she leans forward to entwine her tongue with The Sergeants

>The Corporal, miffed at missing out on the choicer real estate, swoops around behind The Sergeant and starts mercilessly squeezing at her breasts, roughly twisting her nipples and crushing her bosoms together, smirking mischievously as she teases her superior

>Caught off guard by the stimulation, The Sergeant yelps out a sudden orgasm, her walls clenching down around your cock as she rides it out, bringing you painfully close to climax and leaving you there as she finishes.

>Sated, she slowly uncoils her tails from around you and makes room for the next in line, the sweat and feminine lube coating you making the night seem even colder now that you no longer have her luxurious tails to warm you. You begin shivering again, your cock starting to deflate in response to the glaringly unerotic chill in the air.

>The Corporal, seemingly content with her new position, brings her head down to your lap and winds her obscene tongue around your flagging member, stimulating it until it is once again hard enough for penetration, lapping up the drops of pre that boil out of the tip

>A short kitsune wearing the badge of a private and an embarrassed look that would be rather cute on her were it not for the way she has been openly stimulating herself through her panties this entire time steps up and takes The Sergeant's place, The Corporal's tongue sliding up to stimulate her clit even as she continues to massage your base

 

>The Engineer yelps a bit as your tongue finds a particularly sensitive spot and mashes her drooling slit further down onto your face, nearly suffocating you

>Desperate for air and knowing that you'll only get it when you satisfy her, you redouble your efforts, finally bringing her to a thrashing climax that soaks your face with her sexual release

>As she pulls herself off your head, you see The Sergeant poking curiously through your bag, examining with bemused interest the selection of simple toys and hard to get foreign candies

>Finding your anger once again, you shout at her to keep her hands off your sister's Christmas presents

>You only get a few words out before the fifth soldier, a stoic lass with only a single tail in a sharpshooter's uniform who had been dutifully keeping watch for her squadmates this whole time despite the crystalline rivulets of arousal flowing down her thighs, clamps her hand over your mouth

>"I'd advise you to save your breath human"

>You bite your tongue and look back to The Private as she bounces wildly on your rod. They were merciful enough not to trash your possessions in their eagerness to mate, maybe they'll be merciful enough not to rob you once they've had their fun

 

>The Private, clearly less experienced than her kin, reaches her limit, biting down on the collar of her uniform to keep from screaming as her flooding pussy convulses, the sensation causing you to climax as well, your red-hot seed rushing into her greedy womb

>Finally relieved of your pent-up orgasm, you go limp. Your disheveled state seems to coax a bit of tender emotion from her, as she leans down to give you an unexpectedly gentle kiss, her tongue timidly exploring your mouth

>The brief moment of benevolence ends as quickly and suddenly as it began, The Private grinning wickedly as she stands up off of you and waves The Sharpshooter over

>The stone-faced girl has long since given up her watchman duties, slumping to the ground with her eyes fixated on your defilement and her hands twitching about between her legs

>"You're up, Deadeye"

>Seeing the eyes of her friends upon her, The Sharpshooter blushes deeply, her embarrassment turning her already alcohol-flushed face completely red

>She mumbles something about being fine and going home, her nervous, stilted speech mirroring yours when you first encountered this cadre of lustful kitsune

>The other 4 girls laugh as they quickly close in on her, stripping her naked and dragging her over to you

>You notice that unlike her comrades, The Sharpshooter's tan is completely even, not a single line present. Evidently she spent a great deal of her tour fully nude, basking in the desert sun

>Seeing the recognition of her fetish in your eyes, a sheepish, humiliated smile spreads over her face as the other kitsune push her on to you

>She pulls herself close to you and buries her face in your chest, too embarrassed to look you in the eye, her tail winding around you

>She hilts herself in a single thrust, riding you roughly as her squadmates lean in to rub her clit and lick teasingly at her fuzzy ears, egging her on as she wrings another load of semen out of you

 

>After a far longer session of relentless fucking than any of her allies managed, The Sharpshooter finally gushes out her last orgasm and releases you, white semen and clear femcum flowing freely from her pussy as she stands up

>The Corporal bends down to retrieve her stocking from around you wrists

>"The lieutenant will have my head if I show up at roll call out of uniform"

>The amorous soldiers now redress themselves before turning their attention to you, hauling you up to your feet and roughly pulling your pants back up and hanging your coat over your shoulders

>The Sharpshooter regards her soaked panties with trepidation, unsure of weather the thrill of walking back to base commando style is worth the risk, but The Sergeant decides for her, snatching them out of her hand and tucking them into your shirt pocket with a wet squelch

>"Merry Christmas, Human"

 

>You flop down onto the curb, too exhausted to stand for the moment, and pull your bag over to you. The contents seem to be in order, the kitsune all too drunk and distracted to remember if they saw anything in there that they liked

>After a few minutes rest, you haul yourself back to your feet and trudge home, your sore hips making the walk seem longer than ever

>When you finally arrive, Holly is fast asleep.As much as you'd looked forward to presenting her with her gift as soon as you got home, you decide its better this way, you really don't want to have to explain your appearance or the cloying smell of kitsune lust hanging around you

>You leave the candies on the kitchen counter and place the toys underneath the sparsely decorated tree in what passes for a living room amongst human laborers, all but one, which you bring with you to her bed

>This had been your best find. She'd been begging for a stuffed animal to sleep with for so long and you'd felt like the luckiest human on earth when you found it. Now it mocks you

>You gently place the kitsune doll next to Holly, the brass button adorning the garrison cap on it's head glinting in the moonlight

>You're sure there's some pithy remark to be made here about the irony of having spent so long looking for a toy soldier only to have 5 real ones find you, but you're too tired to look for it

>You dump your sex-stained clothes in the laundry basket and collapse into a dreamless sleep

 

Links to subsequent chapters

Ch2 http://pastebin.com/Cgz1LmUR

Ch3 http://pastebin.com/Wv6VRndr

Ch4 http://pastebin.com/EhDn8bja

Ch5 http://pastebin.com/SAYshD8G

 

Alt. Ending

 

>you walk in tired and frozen, your body sticky with frozen cum and lubrication and your bag of presents a bit roughed up

>walking into the living room you turn on the lights and settle in a chair, sighing contently to be finally be home, that is until you see the dark figure in the doorway

>"onii-chan..." the figure mutters ominously

>"H-Holly!" you yell in surprise and fear

>"why are you so late onii-chan?" she tilts her head and walks in slowly, revealing her lower snake body, she was living with you because otherwise she would be deported

>"WHY WERE YOU OUT SO LATE!" she screams and darts forward, adorably wrapping her tail around your leg and sinking her nails in your pants

>"I got stopped by some soldiers for questioning" you stroke her hair and clean away the tears from her cheeks "I'm sorry if I made you worry"

>she sniffles and looks at you with a slight frown "I like it the best when onii-chan puts me to bed, I couldn't sleep at all tonight!" she loosens up and rests her head on your lap

>suddenly her face goes weird, she sniffs your shirt and crotch and then looks at you with a weird grin and dead eyes "were you out with a woman?"

>"I-I told you, I was stopped b-" you start saying before she jumps on you and cuts you off

>"WHY WERE YOU OUT WITH OTHER WOMEN! You said you wouldn't see anyone, you promised you wouldn't date until I was okay with it, you promised, you promised!" she coils around your torso with strength

 

>her surprising burst of strength drains you of air and you're left gasping

>"if onii-chan is going to lie, then it's only natural for me to punish him, right?" she puts her arms around your head and plants a gentle kiss on your forehead

>"I... I was... present.." you use your free hand to point at the beaten up bag next to the chair

>just as you begin to fade out she lets go, and looks at the bag

>"what's in it?" she reverts to her adorable imouto self, smiling innocently

>"Present..." you whisper and gasp for air choking on her brand of deadly love

>"really?!" she uncoils and grabs the bag, immediately fishing out the kitsune doll, her eyes go wide and her smile spread on her face

>"I love it! I knew onii-chan wasn't out with some sluts, I knew it!" she slithers back to you and hugs you lovingly

>"I'll forgive onii-chan for today because it's christmas, alright?" she plants another kiss on your cheek and begins pulling on your arm

>"c'mon, you still have to read me a story, remember?" you defeatedly pick yourself from the floor and let her guide you to her room

>when you're done with the story she is fast asleep and you're about to collapse, you set the heating higher and turn off her lights

>just as you're about to close the door you hear her voice "I love you onii-chan" she whispers

>you smile inwardly "Love you too Holly, sleep well" you turn the doorknob and close the door behind you

>it wasn't a perfect life, but it had its moments.