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Mike stood outside the local spa, the building's exterior effortlessly outshining the nearby structures as snow fell against its prestigious facade. “Why am I here?” he muttered, his eyes wandering across the white fur on his paws and the invisible snow that lay upon it.

The arctic fox stood paralyzed, the situation at paw proving as difficult as he had expected when leaving university. "Why did I have to agree!" he cursed, teeth clenched as his blue eyes gazed upon the glamorous double-door entrance.

It wasn’t as if he was about to do anything criminal, not by a long shot. Rather, he was about to walk through those doors and order a massage—a full-body massage.

He hadn’t even had time to change out of his school uniform or drop off his heavy backpack, as those damn friends of his had dragged him all the way here.

“Could they not have dared me to order any other form of massage?” the tired arctic vulpine sighed, before looking over his shoulder towards his so-called buddies. The bastards were hiding behind a bush, of all things, giving him a thumbs up as he entered.

…..

A burden was lifted as the doors closed, the one-way glass proving a godsend, as the lack of classmates staring him down eased his nerves somewhat.

Inside, a diverse range of species wandered about. He was, of course, among the smallest of furs there, a fact that became evident when he was nearly toppled over by an elephant—the lady noticing him at the last moment.

“I’m so sorry, sir… Say, you look young. Do you need help?”

Mike found the sincerity refreshing yet shocking; he had never been referred to as "sir" by an animal so much bigger than himself.

“Y-yes, where do I order a time?”

With her long snout, she pointed towards the reception desk not far from the double doors. “That desk over there takes both walk-in orders and appointments.” With a hand on his backpack, he was gently pushed forward by the kind lady.

“Emilie, I hope your time in the sauna was to your liking,” the leopard receptionist greeted the elephant lady, her spots just as captivating as the warm smile she gave.

Mike couldn’t help but appreciate her warm personality, as he had expected to be made fun of for going to such a place. While he didn’t want to call it a girls-only place, the fact that he was the only guy at the reception did somewhat confirm his suspicions.

“Oh, Ray, it was most marvelous. But say, could you perhaps help this young gentleman here? It seems to be his first time here.”

“Well, of course.”

With a wave, the elephant lady went about her day, and now Mike stood alone before the leopard. “I, um… Would it be possible to order a full-body massage?”

“Of course. Please insert your credit card, and then I’ll assign you a room and a masseur.”

He could hardly believe how easily she accepted his order. Was there really nothing more to this? Not even a raised eyebrow or a question about his motives? Mike guessed that he likely wasn’t the first youngster to enter, and while they weren’t as judgmental as he had feared, it still left him with some doubt.

“Down the corridor to my left and to room 217, the masseur will be with you shortly.”

…..

Taking off his jacket, shirt, shoes and tight jeans in an empty room and lying on his stomach had been easy enough; he wasn’t a child.

No, what had been nerve-racking was the waiting. It felt like an eternity before he finally heard the unmistakable sound of someone approaching his designated room.

“Good afternoon, my name is Emma.”

For a second, Mike considered running away before realizing that he lay butt naked beneath the small towel that protected his dignity. Before him stood a carbon copy of his longtime classmate, Sophia, a fellow vulpine he had been attracted to for years.

They shared the same vibrant red and white fur, deep chestnut eyes, and similar build. Even though Sophia wore looser-fitting clothes than the masseuse, he was certain of their resemblance, with Emma proving not overly curvy but still a pretty sight.

If it hadn’t been for the eyebrow ring on her left eye, he would have sworn it was her. That, and Emma seemed older—not by many years, but there was a maturity about her that befitted a real adult, unlike someone like himself who still attended university.

“G-good afternoon… My name is Mike.” The smile she gave him proved almost too much for him, and the blush on his cheeks elicited a giggle from her in turn.

“No need to be so nervous,” she noted before closing the gap. “I’m not sure what you’ve been told, and by whom, about these massages, but for first-timers, it is a bit different.”

“H-how so?”

“Well, first of all, we don’t provide the full course for non-members, meaning no b2b for you, or body-to-body.” The small nod he gave seemed quite sufficient, and faster than he could blink, she had started preparing her tools, ranging from oils and herbs to warm towels.

It took him a second to realize that his fears had been unfounded and that her captivating eyes and lush tail had imprisoned his mind. “I-I’m fine with that,” he answered.

“Good. Please lay still and relax for me.”

He did as told, and upon closing his eyes to rest, he felt her mount the table. He was bigger than her from what he could tell; however, with her now above and behind him, his tail couldn’t help but quiver as nervousness gripped him.

“It’s okay, most furs are nervous their first time.” She pinned his fluffy tail between her legs and positioned herself above his thighs. Mike flinched as her warm, oiled-up paws grazed his back, his fur growing slick as she massaged his muscles.

“Say, what is a young man like you doing in a place like this?” Emma couldn’t help but ask, as it was rare for male furs under 40 to even consider visiting their spa.

“Can you keep a secret?”

“Well, of course, we masseurs take an oath of confidentiality to ensure customer comfort.”

Mike wasn’t sure about believing that, but he found himself drawn to accept her words as she removed the tension in his lower back. “I was dared to come here by my classmates after I… After I failed to get a girlfriend before my best friend.”

“Youngsters,” she muttered. “So you failed to find the one, and so what?”

His head sank into the blanket below as embarrassment swept over him, as that was the worst part of this whole ordeal, because, “I-I did find the one for me, though. A really pretty red fox vulpine… And she’s smart, though shy in the most attractive way imaginable.”

“Oh… S-sorry about my earlier statement then,” she apologized.

“Don’t be, I’m actually glad you asked. It feels good to share this with someone.”

That put the masseur at ease, and she turned around to focus on his legs. “If you don’t mind sharing a little more about your love life, why did you not confess?”

“Please, look at me. I’m not strongly built nor as tall as other vulpines.” He gestured with a paw at his thin arms and scrawny legs.

“The only good thing about me might just be that I’m passionate about my studies, but that doesn’t really make me stand out.”

Emma had to agree with that first part; Mike wasn’t muscular, indicating a lack of a physically demanding hobby or school activity. Yet she had an idea for how to help this vulpine realize that he was just being too hard on himself.

“You know what I think? I think you just need a little more confidence.” Raising herself from the table, she pulled a phone from the nearby work cart. “Good afternoon to you too, Ray. Say, could you tell Jade to come down to room 217? Yes, we’re giving him the special.”

“What was that about?”

“Oh, nothing much, young man. I’m simply helping you gain some confidence.” Her warm smirk made his heart skip a beat. How could someone look so much like Sophia?

“Say, could you flip over for me?”

“W-why?!” Mike suddenly felt small and vulnerable. He was butt naked beneath his towel, and her sensual touch had, in the most literal sense, made his blood flow southward.

“Oh, don’t give me that damn look!” She struck a playful posture, unable to stop herself from finding his reaction as cute and adorable as a hedgehog curling up when surprised. “I’m sure your friends told you how a full-body massage works, so you knew this could happen.”

“B-but I thought you weren’t gonna do a b2b?”

“And I’m not, but that still means I need to massage your front,” Emma countered.

Mike couldn’t argue against Emma’s statement and slowly turned over with a blush on his cheeks, one that shone so strongly it was visible through his white fur. Upon lying on his back, the sound of a door flinging open was heard, but it wasn’t the sound of the big door.

Looking down with a raised eyebrow, Mike made eye contact with a small mouse lady who wore a uniform similar to the one Emma had on. She had brown fur and large eyes, her smile as noteworthy as her energetic personality as she quickly approached the table.

“So, this young lad is the lucky fur then, hm?” Her accent was profound enough to make Mike wonder how old she was, or perhaps rather where she was from, as the mouse had a playful way of twisting the words—perhaps a southern drawl?

“Indeed he is, Miss Jade. And one more thing.” The vulpine leaned down and whispered something. The mouse lady did seem invested, which made the arctic fox feel a little nervous. What on earth were they chatting about?!

“Well, I’m all in, little Emma. Let's get this show on the road!”

With speed befitting a larger animal, Jade rushed onto the table, and the towel protecting his dignity transitioned into past tense as it vanished within the blink of an eye. His paws shot up, but Emma wasn’t having any of it and pinned his arms in place with little effort.

“Not bad, not bad,” Jade mused as she inspected the task at hand. He wasn’t the largest vulpine, but that hardly mattered; his red rockets seemed quite sufficient from what the mouse could tell. However, what lay beneath was another story.

“IEEEP!” Mike felt a sudden weight place itself upon his kit makers, his member twitching instinctively as she used his knot to support herself.

“Emma, my dear, have you ever seen a pair quite like these?”

“Can’t say I have, Miss Jade. They’re quite impressive.” The vulpines locked eyes, Emma’s chestnut orbs holding Mike prisoner while she softly whispered that last part one more time. Mike, on his end, was close to fainting, as he couldn’t help but imagine Sophia above him.

He wasn’t sure what would happen first—would he burst below, faint, or perhaps his heart would stop altogether from just how fast it was beating? Whatever was to come didn’t matter to the masseurs, though, as they continued with the massage.

“The epididymis on these beauties is grotesque,” Miss Jade exclaimed, her small hands inspecting the scrotum surrounding her patient's kit makers. The skin was thin, and the veins below showed themselves beautifully against it.

“I’m sorry, what is grotesque?” Mike found himself pulled away from the entrancing sight of Emma, raising an eyebrow as he looked down at the mouse.

“The epididymis? It’s where your cum is stored, my dear lad.” She gave the bulging parts a squeeze, and the vulpine almost threw her off as he jolted. “You really should find some source of release; it’s not healthy to store up so much sperm.”

His ears lowered against his head. “I know.”

“It’s good that you agree, but I also have to note how your cremaster muscles are too tense for a lad of your size.” The look she received from the larger fur was one of confusion—innocent confusion, she noted.

Feeling it was her duty to respond to his thoughtful gaze, she continued. “It’s the muscle that raises, lowers, and helps regulate the temperature of these grotesque beauties.”

“I… I see.” Mike didn’t know what to say; he felt like a fish out of water. This day was turning into one hell of a rollercoaster ride, and things were only getting more and more confusing.

“Don’t sound so moody; we’ll help you with those issues in a heartbeat.” And so they did, with Miss Jade’s small hands slowly massaging his nuts while Emma massaged his arms and stomach, while his red rocket was left to twitch feverishly as arousal swept over him.

He felt awkward simply lying there, yet his heart calmed as their supportive words sank in. He had never seen himself as endowed; at times, he had thought himself petite since he didn’t have other male vulpines to compare himself to.

“Mmmmm, that feels good,” Mike blurted, as Miss Jade reached places he didn’t know were possible. The feeling of his blue balls being kneaded made him purr, while he felt his nerves increasingly stand on end, the experience edging him closer to completion.

“There, that should help with your blood flow,” Miss Jade announced while panting for air, as the two hills she walked on had provided her with quite the task.

“Emma, could you get the ring and come help me out?”

The lady, who looked deceptively like Sophia, stopped kneading his shoulders and left her patient for a moment. Mike barely registered it as he rested peacefully on the table. It was only when he felt her claw poke at his thigh that he opened his ocean-blue eyes.

“For this part, we do need spoken consent, so if you could lend us an ear for a moment, that would be great,” Miss Jade explained, gesturing towards the open ring that Emma held.

“O-Okay?”

With a smile, the mouse continued, “Your cremaster muscles are too tense; even after the massage, they won’t stretch.” She pointed towards Emma. “We suggest that you wear this ball stretching ring for a week to fix the issue.”

“Alright… But why did you need my consent?”

“Because we need to stretch your cords, of course. Emma, if you could.”

Mike didn’t know what to expect, but having his balls pulled aggressively wasn’t on his bingo card. Pain and, weirdly, also pleasure shot up through his spine, his erection twitching violently as he felt himself pushed towards an edge.

“Oh no you don't!” Emma uttered as Mike’s cords contracted.

With a paw on his knot, she pulled, forcing those arctic fox nuts far enough away for Miss Jade to click the ring on. The masseurs felt victorious, and in Emma's moment of triumph, she accidentally squeezed Mike’s knot for all it was worth.

“ARGH!”

Spurt after spurt of pent-up vulpine batter shot out from Mike’s member, body quivering as a forced orgasm swept over him.

The arctic fox felt his nuts empty for the first time in months, and was unable to hold onto consciousness as the tight feel of his balls struggling against the ring knocked him out.

…..

“Hope you don’t mind, but we cleaned you up while you were gone,” Miss Jade said.

“And we also got you dressed, in case you would be in a hurry,” Emma added from behind the mouse. Mike found it cute, and could spot a small blush adorning her vulpine face as he rubbed the sleep out of his drowsy eyes.

“Thanks… Can I go about my day now?” He wasn’t sure if the massage was over, but he felt like it was as he moved his body; his muscles felt much more relaxed than before.

“Yes,” Miss Jade assured him, as Mike stood up and put on his jacket.

“But before you leave, just know that you’ve got it in you. No need to be shy!” Emma shouted, waving at the white-furred vulpine as he went about his day.

“And remember to return the ring in a week!” Miss Jade shouted.

*****

After work had ended, Miss Jade and Emma found themselves visiting a local café, enjoying a warm cup of hot chocolate as they discussed the day's drama.

“So, would you say things went according to plan?” Miss Jade asked.

“I don’t know, but I hope my little sister won’t be too surprised when he asks her out,” Emma sighed, unsure if she had gone overboard with boosting her sister's crush's self-confidence.

“The lad has nothing to be ashamed of, and asking out one lady can’t possibly be more nerve-wracking than being massaged by two older ladies at once.”

The two shared a look before bursting into laughter. Mike really had been a sweetheart, though there was still one unknown for her future self.

“Do you think things will get awkward when he realizes I’m Sophia’s big sister?”

“High risk, high reward. Simply make sure to remind him about the confidentiality when he finds out and then forget about it,” Miss Jade advised.

“You’re right, to the future happy couple,” Emma raised her cup.

“To the future happy couple,” Miss Jade echoed, and the two toasted to a job well done.

FIN

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“Gotta say, didn’t take you for a romance vulpine,” Sophia thought out loud as she exited the taxi together with Mike, her dress dancing in the spring wind.

“That makes two of us. I didn’t think I’d be so hooked.” The movie had been his idea, a way for him to connect with her, even if it had been the first-ever romance movie he’d seen in theaters. But that hadn’t mattered, as he’d proven quite the fan of the genre.

Mike was right behind her as they walked toward a small single-family house, and not the flat he’d expected. “You live… here?”

“Yeah, but not alone, of course,” she noted. They might be university students, but neither exactly had the finances to live on their own in what could only be described as a house befitting a fur with a well-paying full-time job.

“Parents?” Mike asked innocently, his heart skipping a beat as he realised he had no idea on how to present himself to the love of his life’s parents.

“No, big sister.” Sophia couldn’t help but laugh at Mike’s reddening cheeks. “Didn’t know you had a tint of red fox in you.” Her voice vibrated through the air, catching her date off guard.

He seemed to confirm her words by simply growing redder, as Mike realised he was blushing quite evidently. The arctic fox had always seen her as a shy and smart fox; to hear her be brave enough to tease him outright was… exciting?

“A-and you seem to have a bit of arctic fox in you,” Mike teased back, noting the white fur running along her throat and down toward her stomach.

Seeing his eyes lower, Sophia got a devilish idea. Supported by the confidence of knowing their classmates weren’t around, she took a big step, close enough for her dress to mingle with his clothes as the wind blew them toward him. “Are you offering to fill me up?”

His eyes shot up, his ocean blue meeting her alluring chestnut eyes. “I-I…!”

“Hahaha!” Her angelic voice echoed in his ears, making him feel weak in the knees. For once, he was happy to be nowhere near his friends. “Relax, Mike.” Resting a paw on his chest, she slowly stroked his tie. “My sister would kill me if I had kits before her.”

Mike swallowed, then let out a nervous laugh, trying his best to look her in the eyes. “Good to know I’m not competing with your sister, then.”

His paw hovered for a moment before gently resting over hers on his chest. “But I should probably be careful… you seem a lot more dangerous than I thought.”

“Careful now, Snowflake, I’ll have you know that I’m still very much a pure vulpine.” Turning around, she gave his body a swipe with her tail.

Mike had always found her shyness and intelligence the most attractive things in the world. Knowing she was a spicy vixen when not around friends, now that made her all the more attractive, especially as it meant she felt safe around him.

“Is your sister home?”

Humming all the way to the door, Sophia looked over her shoulder. “Not sure. She’s got the evening shift… which is weird, because she hates those shifts.”

“Can’t imagine many like evening shifts, sleepy customers, and no way to bond with friends.”

“Don’t worry, she’s not the grumpy type,” Sophia noted, opening the front door.

“WHERE ARE MY FREAKING KEYS!!!”

“On second thought–”

“Sophia, good! Have you seen my keys?”

“Let me take care of this,” Sophia whispered to her date, before refocusing on the panicking vulpine before her and Mike. “Have you checked under your favourite book?”

“I… Shit!”

The older vulpine stormed off, leaving the pair behind as she ran off to who knows where. Mike’s date gave him an innocent shrug of her shoulders, as if trying to convince him that this was a simple Saturday event for the sister duo.

“I’ll go get dinner started; make yourself comfortable.”

Squeezing her paw as she left, Mike stood still in the doorway for a bit before finally closing it. Too many things were happening all at once for him to keep up, both in regard to his love interest, and that older vulpine sister; he swore she looked like–

“I knew I recognised you!”

Squeeze!

“IEEP!”

“Aha! You’re still wearing it, you little thief!”

“E-Emma!” Pressed against the wall, the larger vulpine groped his crotch intensely, her paw grasping around the ring she’d helped put on him weeks prior.

“Feels like you haven’t drained yourself either; didn’t Miss Jade tell you this wasn’t healthy?” Emma shamed him, touching up his package like she and Miss Jade had done weeks prior. “Gosh, feels like these kit nuggets have grown even bigger.”

“I-I… mm?–MMM!” With a paw over his mouth, Emma reached into his pants to fish out the spa’s property, accidentally giving his sheath a good fondle on the way down.

“Quiet! We don’t want my sister to find out about this,” Emma hissed, clicking open the ring and freeing his balls, finally giving them space to dangle freely. “Gotcha, and now one last thing before I leave, Mike.”

“What?” He felt tiny as she squeezed him against the wall a little harder, those fiery brown eyes fueled a determination Mike couldn’t quite put his claw on.

“Don’t be silly and wrap your willy. If you try to pop my sister's cherry without protection, and I become an aunt before I become a mother, I will scratch you a new one.” As quickly as the threat had come, she was gone, along with his ring.

…..

Dinner went well, with Sophia oblivious to the events that had happened in the hallway and, luckily, also to what had occurred weeks prior at the spa. Now, they were on the couch, each reading a book as their feet mingled in the middle of it.

“That movie earlier…” Sophia muttered.

“What about it?” he inquired, peeking an eye over the top of the rather thick book.

“I was just thinking, why did you like it so much?”

“I…” He felt like he knew the answer, but vulpine statements woven from the frailest of silk had a tendency to snap the moment fangs came into play. He knew Sophia. She could spot a lie from a mile away. “Because the main girl reminded me of you… sort of.”

“Sort of?”

“She reminded me of your shy side, that amazing intelligence of yours… and also your snarky side, now that I think of it—what are you doing?!”

Sophia had laid her book down, crawling her way over to his side of the couch. Her body was now over his, the dress still adorning her red fox frame. “What?”

’s the difference?”

“Your…” ‘Go big or go home.’ “Your beauty, hers couldn’t even begin to compete with yours.”

Sophia leaned closer, her knee nestling its way in between his spread legs. He felt a gentle pressure push his package upwards, the darkness of the room lending a helping paw as his subsequent blush was partially hidden by the vixen’s muzzle coming close to his.

“I have always had a hard time reading you at school, not sure if I was seeing the real you in class or just some facade, but now.” Picking his book up, she threw it onto the coffee table. “Now, I feel like I’m seeing the real you, both the shyness and the fiery will within you.”

"Fiery will?”

“The Mike at uni would never have asked me out. Too much of a pushover.”

“Gee, thanks–hm?!”

Holding his muzzle shut, she continued. “If you had been dared to ask me out at school, I’d have known, and you’d have received a swift no from me… but this date, that was all you.”

Mike swallowed, her paw still warm against his muzzle. “Yeah… I know.” He let out a small breath. “I think… I just needed a reason to stop being that guy.” His eyes met hers. “You were a pretty good reason.”

“...You stole that directly from the movie, didn’t you?” It was more so a statement rather than a question, but his honest shoulder shrug sent a warmth to her cheeks. “My big sister isn’t gonna be home for the next hour or two, wanna, um.”

He took her paw, the one that had been resting on his cheek. “What you wanna, I wanna.”

Almost biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, Sophia raised herself from the couch and pulled Mike along with her. In the blink of an eye, they found themselves in her bedroom.

“I’m not sure, Sophia, hasn’t your sister pretty much forbidden potential kit-making?”

“We’re not gonna fuck, just… follow my lead.”

And so he did. He let her lead him to the bed, even undressing all the way to his underwear. By the saving grace of whoever looked out for him, he’d managed not to get hard–mainly because he didn’t know what she wanted out of this intriguing situation yet.

They remained frozen for a minute or two, until Mike spotted her shaking. “Are you feeling alright?” he asked, her blush strong enough to be visible through her red fur.

His eyes remained focused on her muzzle, the gesture not unnoticed by Sophia. Seeing his eyes not even flinch downwards gave her a strange feeling of confidence, knowing the fur before her was more concerned about her well-being than getting into her pants.

“Yeah, I’m simply unsure on how to convey what I wanna try.” Not wanting to fall into her everyday pattern of shyness, she moved toward one of her bookshelves.

“I wanna try this. My sister always talks about how good it makes her clients feel.” She passed him a book, and not the kind you’d give to a fur below 18.

“Wow, you sure about this?”

“Mhm, my sister has even instructed me on what to do and what not to do.” Sophia’s energy went up a notch, her paws searching about on her bookshelf for her diary. She opened it on the pages she’d written, long lists of notes adorning the pages.

“Do you want me to lay on my back, then you can get comfortabl–!” Mike was taken aback as she launched herself at him, giving him a tight hug and a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I’ll turn around, and then you can take off your underwear.”

And so he did, but not before retrieving a towel to lay on. He’d seen lots of towels at the clinic when he’d visited that one time, and he wasn’t about to make a mess of her bed.

“I’m ready,” he signaled, closing his eyes to give her room to get comfortable.

“Alright, Sophia, here we go.” Pulling her dress over her head and her underwear off, the red fox took hold of her diary and looked it over. “Could you… spread your legs a little? Yes, just like that.” Laying the book on her nightstand, she climbed up behind Mike. He was thinner than her, she noted, but not all of him was small.

He felt her warmth before her touch, gentle paw reaching out at a snail's pace. “Wow,” came a whisper, before she ever so gently pressed her paw beneath his kit makers. “Forget about having some red fox in you, are you part bull by chance?”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. Being this far above average in virility is nothing but good.” A second paw joined in, his endowment able to almost fill out both of her palms completely. They were even stretchy enough for her to lift them up properly, weighing them in her paws.

“These are some first-grade breeding weapons, Mike. How come rumours haven’t spread around school?” Her eyes looked at his snow-white body, Sophia’s red fox pussy leaking lightly in frustration as it realised what the future had in store for it.

The scent was unmistakable, and before long, Mike fought to keep his erection from spilling out too quickly and for his tail not to bash Sophia from his own excitement growing.

“I’ll get back to you two shortly. Gotta make your daddy all relaxed first.” She gave them each a quick kiss, mind cataloging all of Mike’s pretty veins for later diary writing.

Hearing her whisper in between his ass cheeks was another level of kinky shyness he’d never prepared to feel, but it was all forgotten as he felt the unmistakable feel of her tits being placed onto his back. “Wow,” was all he could say, his mind aflutter while it tried to reason how something so heavy could be attached to someone of Sophia’s stature.

“A good wow or a bad wow?”

“A good one, a really, really good one, Sophia.” Reaching his paws back around, he took a hold of her thighs. He didn’t try to guide her; rather, Mike wanted to try and measure her up without looking. “I wasn’t aware your clothes hid such a voluptuous treasure.”

“Touche, but enough about me, you’re supposed to be the one getting a treat.”

Silence befell the warm room, the only thing breaking it the occasional sound of Sophia opening bottles as she poured massage oil onto his fur. She started low, making sure to work out any kinks he might’ve had in his legs.

Reaching his cheeks, Sophia split her attention between giving his nuts a nice coating and giving his alabaster behind a deep work-through. He felt himself start to moan, the sounds emanating on their own without so much as asking him for permission.

Sophia seemed to like him being vocal, and redoubled her effort, claws digging into his back to try and draw sounds of pleasure. And it worked. 'Damn, she's good!’ He wanted to scream it from the top of his lungs, but knew it’d ruin the mood.

He was getting his first ever full body to body massage, and from none other than the one he hoped would become his girlfriend after this evening's events were over.

She raised herself higher, making sure to position his tail between her legs so it would get pushed upward. Nobody liked getting their tail yanked. Next up were his arms, upper back, and shoulders. Leaning down, she started guiding her double D’s across his back, drenching the base of his tail in the process as she got a good whiff of his scent.

She was getting off to the smell of him getting off. She leaned over his head, and gave the tip of his nose a tiny little kiss as her large breasts enveloped his head. “Turn around for me, please. I’m ready for you to see me… and for me to see you fully.” That last part was accompanied by a small nip to the ear, shivers running down to his red rocket.

She moved off of him, and for the first time since he’d asked her out, it felt like everything moved in slow motion. They sat across from one another, each in a tailor position. Neither said anything for a good while, satisfied with just admiring the fox in front of them.

“Wow, your foxhood is… perfect.” Reaching out a paw, she gave it a gentle stroke. It looked smaller than it was, with his humongous kit makers below, but she could tell it was more than enough for her. On Mike’s end, his eyes were on the verge of tears. He wasn’t too small after all, and that alone made it feel like what he thought love mating would.

“Right over, Sophia.” Lifting her chin, he guided her lips closer to his. “The most perfect vulpine I could ever have wished to date.” Her paws left his length, each fox paw on the other's cheek as they relished in their first ever kiss.

"Sixty-nine?" Sophia proposed.

“Yes, a sixty-nine sounds go–IEEP!” Tackled on the spot, the red fox gave him one last kiss before turning around. He felt himself twitch to diamond hardness as her pussy came into view. Mike didn’t have to be told what to do; his tongue dove in the first chance it got.

“Ahhhh, fuck yes!”

Not one to be left in the dust, her muzzle dived down to greet the veiny nutsack with a pair of heavy beauties within, along with the twitching red rocket. She didn’t have the time to go slow, as Mike was already devouring her like she was a five-course meal.

She gave the tip a quick kiss, and tasted him. Salty, she noted. Her long snout proved a perfect fit for his length, and before long, her tongue went into overdrive, paws kneading about his kit makers like they’d always belonged to her.

“Mmmm, I can’t believe you’re a virgin either,” Sophia moaned, the sensation down below new to her as she’d never been intimate with anyone before.

They went at it for who knows how long, lapping at each other's privates like starving foxes. By the time they had gotten used to the taste of each other, their climaxes were fast approaching. Sophia noticed it first, as she felt his nuts draw up.

“Come for me, baby! Let me taste your thick cum,” Sophia moaned, fondling his sack aggressively as she took all of him into her mouth, knot included.

Mike, feeling a new form of competitiveness swell within him, went on the offensive. Locating her clit, he sucked at it with all the remaining energy he had left.

“MMMMMM!” Sent over the edge, her sweet squeal made her mouth vibrate. He felt his sack fight to rise up, but her paws held them in place, lightly squeezing them to get a taste of what they had to offer. And she didn’t have to wait for long, as spurts of rich kit batter covered her palate, and before long, her stomach, as Sophia swallowed one mouthful after the other.

Neither wanted to be the first to give in, and so they continued to stimulate each other, Mike punishing her clit and Sophia squeezing his knot for all it was worth.

Past memories swept him as he felt her squeeze, but not for long. Neither knew who passed out first, but they both fell into a state of unconsciousness with smiles on their muzzles.

FIN

 

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GRAHAM NOLEN