Soviet Fluffy Tails: The Laborer Pt. 3

>You shove your coverall into your locker as the whistle signalling the end of the workday screeches out through the factory

>You heave a sigh as you begin the walk home. Silmeria said she'd be back today, and you're not sure what your neighbors are going to think when they notice a kitsune making regular visits to your home

>You shake your worries off as you ascend the stairs to your apartment; you and Holly are both getting to eat far above your pay grade, who cares what anyone else thinks?

>You hear a pair of feminine voies engaged in lively conversation as you approach the door. Silmeria couldn't possibly be here already, could she?

>Of course she could. As you open the door, you see her and Holly lying belly-down on the floor, looking intently at a large sheet of paper spread out between them

>Silmeria spots you first, straightening up to throw a casual salute your way

>"Sorry to intrude, Holly let me in"

>Holly takes notice of you and scrambles around behind herself for something

>"Look what Silmeria brought!"

>She displays a modest art kit. A selection of colored pencils and markers contained in a tin case

>"Your sister is quite talented you know"

>You approach the pair and see that the paper bears a flattering drawing of Silmeria in full Class A, patriotic symbols scrawled in the background

>You nod in approval and tussle Holly's hair. You'd almost forgotten what an artistic flair she has, it's been so long since you could afford to support her hobby

>You head into the kitchen and note a large paper bag of bread on the counter

>"Fresh baked this morning"

>Silmeria appears from behind you to plant a tentative kiss on your cheek before proceeding over to your ancient refrigerator to afix Holly's drawing to the door with a chipped magnet

 

>She gives her portrait a final nod of approval and then turns to face you

>"So, I was thinking that the park would be a good place for our date"

>The idea itself sounds reasonable, the chilling winds and gray skies of the past week having finally given way to a calm, clear winter's day, but her impish expression gives you pause

>You ask her exactly what she plans to do at the park

>"Oh you know, take a walk, enjoy the weather, have a late lunch"

>Her demeanor tells you that food won't be the only thing on the menu, but you surprise yourself by actually looking forward to whatever lewd acts she has in store

>You tell her that that sounds like a lovely idea and leave her to make whatever preparations she needs to while you head to the bathroom to wash up

>After ridding yourself of the soot that builds up on your hands and face during a shift you return to the kitchen to find Silmeria tucking a thermos of coffee into a basket alongside a pair of sandwiches

>She smiles eagerly at you

>"Ready to go?"

 

>As you walk down the street toward the park, you notice Silmeria glancing at you out of the corner of her eye, looking as though she wants to ask you something

>Acting on a hunch, you shift the picnic basket to your other hand and hold your arm out

>Silmeria perks up visibly and hooks her arm around yours, sidling up close enough that your nose is once again filled with the smell of that flowery perfume she's taken to wearing

>You come to a stop at a crosswalk, waiting for the signal to go your way

>You spot a group of 4 kitsunes closing in on you from off to the side, and your heart skips a beat when you feel Silmeria tighten her grip on you. Was this all a trap?

>You look down at her. She's glaring at the approaching kitsunes, a hard set to her jaw. As they close in, you see that it's just a group of laborers, not the lustfull soldiers you were dreading

>They look at you and your date wistfully, but they have schedules to keep and continue past you without incident.

>Silmeria relaxes her grip on you as the last of them pass, and you take a deep breath and try to calm your racing heart

>The walk signal lights up, traffic grinds to an impatient halt.

>You pass the rest of the walk to the park in silence

 

>When you arrive at the park, Silmeria forces a smile onto her face and pulls you in the direction of a tree-capped hill at the park's edge

>You find a secluded stand of evergreens near the top of the hill and she sets about pouring the coffee into a set of tin cups

>You gratefully accept the hot beverage, rolling the cup between your hands to take the chill off

>Silmeria offers you half of an overstuffed sandwich. You ate earlier during work, but you've gone hungry too many times in the past to turn down a free meal and you set your coffee cup down to accept it

>She scoots closer to you and tries to make smalltalk as she nibbles at her half of the sandwich

>You wrack your mind for something interesting to say when she asks you how your day was, but end up unable to do more than describe another dreary, monotonous day on the assembly line

>She feigns interest in your work, and as you answer her idle questions about what you do at the factory the conversation eventually leads back to your first day on the job

>Holly, eager to support you, tried to pack you a lunch with the meager provisions you had at the time and ended up sending you to work with a lunchbox full of crackers and cleaning supplies

>Silmeria giggles and starts talking about how she's always wanted a younger sibling. Soon you're conversing easily, the miniature panic attack you suffered earlier entirely forgotten

>After a few hours spent enjoying each other's company, the food and drink run out, but you decide to stick around and watch the sunset together

>Silmeria hoists herself into your lap and you wrap your arms around her waist as the sun sinks below the horizon. A shining crescent moon is visible in the sky above you.

>She turns to look at you, a wicked gleam in her eye. She abruptly grabs your hand and guides it under her skirt

>She isn't wearing underwear. You draw your hand back, strings of her arousal trailing from your fingers

>"I can't wait anymore sweetie"

 

>Silmeria spins around on top of you and brings her head between your legs

>She unzips your pants and slides them down with furious speed, wrapping her gloved fingers around your tool and coaxing it to full erectness

>Her long, dripping tongue snakes out of her mouth and wraps around your length, contracting around one area and relaxing around another in turn

>She locks her gaze with yours, her tawny eyes glinting in the moonlight as she fellates you

>Her coiled tongue slides further down your shaft, all the way to the base, completely covering you in her wet warmth

>Her fluffy tail dips down between her thighs, slowly sliding up and down her soaked snatch, the merciless teasing she's giving herself causing her to twitch and spasm as she continues to pleasure you

>Dribbles of precum flow from your cockhead, and Silmeria bunches her tongue up around your glans to ensure that not a single drop escapes her

>She uses one hand to grip your penis and begin pumping it in time with the contractions of her salacious oral muscle

>The other she uses to stimulate her needy womanhood while her silken tail continues to tickle her labia

>You feel a churning in your loins and croak out that you're about to cum, that she needs to slow down

>Instead she tightens her grip and withdraws her tongue, the saliva coating your member allowing her to increase the speed of her hand to a breakneck pace

>She holds her tongue out patiently in front of your dilating meatus, her eyes urging you not to fight your onrushing orgasm

>You obey, thick ropes of jism springing from your prick to coat her tongue

>She folds her tongue back into her mouth and swallows. Her eyes roll back as the combination of your taste and her ceaseless masturbation brings about her own climax

>After a moment of silent revelry, she stands up and turns around, placing her hands against a tree and pointing her tanned rear at you

>She lifts her tail, it's fur matted with her own sexual release, giving you a full view of her sopping entrance

>"More"

 

>Your lust unsated, you stagger over to her and line yourself up with her glistening cunt

>Too tired for foreplay and too aroused to leave your needs in her hands, you plunge into her and immediately begin thrusting maniacally with long strokes that make you dizzy with pleasure

>Silmeria bites down on her finger and starts rocking back against you, effectively doubling your pace

>She reaches up with her free hand and pulls your head down close to hers, her downy ears trembling temptingly right in front of you

>You nibble gently at one of her ears and scratch behind the other; she whimpers and increases her pace

>Caught off-guard by her desperate accretion, you almost fall away from her, but you grab fast to her haunches and right yourself

>You put all your effort into matching her hectic movement, sweat beading on your brow as you feel another load welling up within you

>Grabbing Silmeria's shoulders, you heave her upright and bury your face in her neck. Her pussy clenches in surprise, providing the final stimulus you need to fill her eager snatch with your pearly affection

>Utterly spent, you let go of her and just barely manage to catch yourself as you hit the ground

>She's not far behind you, dropping down onto your chest and falling fast asleep.

>Too tired to push her off, you wrap your arms around her and quickly join her in a deep slumber

>You awaken the next morning as she rolls off of you.

>With your lower body still exposed and without her bushy tail and superhuman body heat to keep you warm, the cold air shocks you into wakefulness

>You lurch ungracefully to your feet, pull your pants up, and turn to gaze on her still-sleeping form

>She's hugging her tail against her chest, her face peaceful and serene

>With a sinking feeling in your stomach, you realize that you've cum inside her twice now. One more time and she effectively owns you.

 

>You decide not to focus on that for now and instead crouch down over Silmeria and gently shake her awake

>She smiles sleepily at you, but a panicked look abruptly mars her face and she bolts upright, narrowly missing hitting you on the chin

>She asks you what time it is and starts apologizing for making you miss work before you can even check your watch

>You cut her off mid sentence to tell her that today is a furlough day and assure her that you'll be fine

>You pause as a distressing thought works its way into your brain

>Shouldn't she be back at base for roll call?

>She blushes slightly and explains that she took a few days leave to be with you

>You're surprised, you hadn't realized your time was that valuable to her

>You collect your belongings and begin the walk home. An uneasy silence develops between you, perhaps she too realizes that you're approaching a major turning point in your relationship

>You stop at the foot of the stairs to your apartment and Silmeria pulls you into an almost uncomfortably tight hug, her tail wrapped around you both. She breaks the embrace after an unusually long time, seemingly afraid of letting you go

>"I'll see you again soon?"

>A question, not a declaration

>You nod, but say nothing

>She smiles slightly and looks like she wants to say more, but she stops herself, forcing her face back into the picture of icy calm it usually is and turning away to begin her trek back to the barracks

>Holly is still in bed when you come inside, quite used to tucking herself in since your irregular schedule keeps you from always being there for her

>You tune the radio to a serial, sit down in a threadbare armchair, and quietly consider your options