Soviet Fluffy Tails: The Laborer Pt. 3

You shove your coverall into your locker as the whistle signaling the end of the workday screeches out through the factory. You heave a sigh as you begin the walk home. The Sharpsh-Silmeria said she’d be back today, and you’re not sure what you’re 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 voices engaged in lively conversation as you approach the door. Silmeria couldn’t be here already, could she?

Of course she could. As you open the door, you see the swarthy kitsune lying belly-down on the floor next to Holly, looking intently at a sheet of paper spread out in front of 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 as Silmeria speaks and scrambles around behind herself for something

“Look what Silmeria brought!”

She holds up 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 leave her to her work and head into the kitchen, where you quickly spot a paper bag of bread far too large for a penniless laborer like you on the counter.

“Fresh baked this morning”

Silmeria appears from behind you to plant a tentative kiss on your cheek before proceeding to your ancient refrigerator and affixing Holly’s drawing to the door with a chipped magnet. She gives her portrait a final nod of approval, then turns to face you, smoothing her shirt out as she does so.

“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 fold your arms and ask her what exactly she plans to do at the park. She grins in response, baring those nightmare teeth of hers at you again.

“Oh you know, take a walk, have a late lunch, enjoy the ‘weather’…”

The way she winks at you and licks her lips on the last suggestion tells you food won’t be the only thing on the menu. You’re still a bit sore from Christmas Eve, but if it means you won’t have to pinch every penny until it screams…

You say that the park sounds like a lovely idea and tell her to make whatever preparations she needs to while you head to the bathroom to wash up. You stop in the living room and whisper softly to Holly, asking her what Silmeria got up to while you were out. Being a girl, she wasn’t particularly endangered by being alone with a kitsune all morning, but you still need to know for sure that she’s alright.

“Nothing really” she whispers back. “She asked me what I liked to do, I said I liked to draw, and she ran right out and bought me an art set. Why are we whispering?”

“No reason.”

You stand back up make your way to the bathroom. Once the tap water’s running hot enough, you start to rid yourself off the grime that builds up on your hands and face during work, wincing as you scrub it out of the cuts on your hands. One of the machines jammed today and it fell to you to unjam it. You were as careful as you could be, but your hands were still covered in nicks by the time you got it running again. Some of them are still stained black after the rest of you is clean, and you decide you’ll just have to muscle up and live with it. You dry yourself off and return to the kitchen to find Silmeria putting the finishing touches on a picnic basket. Her tufted ears twitch and flick towards you as you step onto the tile, signaling that she’s already aware of your presence. It abruptly occurs to you how good a kitsune’s hearing is, and you worry she overheard you questioning Holly, but she seems as amicable as ever as she turns to face you, an excited smile on her face.

“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 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, snuggling up close enough that your nose is once again filled with the flowery smell of that perfume she’s taken to wearing.

You come to a stop at a crosswalk, waiting for the signal to go your way. As you watch the cars go by, you spot a group of four kitsune closing in on you from off to the side, and your heart leaps into your throat when you feel Silmeria tighten her grip on you. You think back to all the “pranks” kitsune would play on you in your youth. Was this all a trap?

You cast a nervous glance down at Silmeria. She’s glaring at the approaching kitsune, a hard set to her jaw. As they close in, you see that it’s just a group of laborers, not the lustful soldiers you were dreading. They look at you and your date wistfully, but they have schedules to keep and shuffle past you without incident. Silmeria relaxes her grip on you as the last of them pass, and you take a deep breath to calm your racing heart. The walk signal lights up and traffic grinds to an impatient halt. You pass the rest of the walk to the park in silence.

When you arrive, Silmeria forces a smile onto her face and pulls you in the direction of a tree-capped hill at the park’s edge. She leads you up to a stand of evergreens near the top and spreads the blanket out beneath the largest of them. She pours you a cup of coffee from a thermos you’d almost forgotten you owned; you gratefully accept the hot beverage, rolling the cup between your hands to take the chill off. You note that in spite of her earlier clinginess, she sits across from you after she serves herself, perhaps feeling a bit guilty over how forward she’s been after the incident at the crosswalk. You sip your drinks in silence until Silmeria tries to spark some conversation by asking you how your day was. You wrack your brain for something positive to say, but all you can offer her is the tale of how you cut your hand up at work. She does an almost-convincing job of feigning interest in your work, and as you answer your 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 at your story and tells you how adorable she finds your sister, and that she’s always wanted a younger sibling to spoil. Her good humor is infectious, and your miniature panic attack fades from memory as she hands you an overstuffed sandwich. She scoots closer to you as you both grow more comfortable, and you’re increasingly surprised with how kind, almost human, she is; her conversation is pleasant, never condescending, and you’re shocked to find that she has things on her mind other than sex. Your food and drink run out as the afternoon gives way to evening, 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 almost on instinct. She snuggles up as close as she can as the sun sinks below the horizon.

“I’ve always fantasized about this” she says. “Going on a real date, having a meal together, watching the sunset…”

She grabs your hand and guides it under her skirt. She isn’t wearing underwear. You fingers slide effortlessly over her plump mons and come back trailing strings of her arousal.

“…and screwing like mad in the moonlight.”

Only a matter of time, you suppose.

She kisses you hungrily, savaging your tongue with hers and nibbling at your bottom lip. She gives you an embarrassed smile as she withdraws.

“I’m sorry Sweetie, I can’t wait anymore. Being so close to you for so long is driving me crazy.”

Silmeria wriggles off of your lap 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. As soon as you’re ready, she withdraws her hands and snakes her long, dripping tongue of her mouth. She wraps it around your length from hilt to head, contracting around on area and relaxing around another in turn. She plants  her  hands on your thighs to steady herself as she starts pumping her coiled tongue along your shaft, pouring as much of it as she can around you, enveloping your entire groin in her slimy, wet warmth. In need of stimulation herself but unwilling to stop her fellatio, she dips her fluffy tail down between her legs, sliding it slowly up and down her soaking snatch, the merciless teasing she’s giving herself causing her to twitch and shudder as she continues to pleasure you. She keeps her gaze locked to yours the entire time, her tawny eyes shimmering in the moonlight. Dribbles of precum begin to flow from your cockhead, and Silmeria bunches her tongue up around your glans to ensure that not a single drop of your precious fluid escapes her. Your base exposed, she frees one of her hands and grips you firmly, pumping you in time with the contractions of her salacious oral muscle. The other hand she hooks into her needy womanhood, thrusting her fingers into her vagina while the soft fur of her tail tickles her labia.
You feel that familiar 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 from your cockhead. The saliva coating your member allows her to increase the speed of her hand to a breakneck pace. She spreads her tongue out patiently in front of your dilating cumslit, 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 as the last of your cream splatters onto it and swallows. Her eyes roll back as the combination of your taste and her ceaseless masturbation brings about her own climax.

She allows herself a moment of silent revelry, then stands up and turns around, placing her hands against the tree and pointing her tanned rear at you. She lifts her tail, its fur matted with her own sexual release, giving you a full view of her eagerly twitching entrance.

“More.”

Your lust burning out of control, 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 in long strokes that leave you dizzy with pleasure. Silmeria rocks back against you, effectively doubling your pace. She reaches up with one hand and pulls you down against her back, eager to feel your skin against hers. Her downy ears tremble temptingly right in front of your face. Kitsune like having their ears touched, don’t they?

You nibble softly at the tip of one of her ears and scratch at the base of the other; she gasps and increases her pace. Encouraged, you bring your finger around to the front of her ear and rub teasingly at the fuzzy fur that lines the inside of her ear. She gasps and accelerates to a downright frantic speed as you tease her ear. 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 remaining strength into matching her hectic movement, sweat beading on your brow as you feel another load welling up within you. You grab Silmeria’s shoulders and heave her upright, nuzzling your face against her neck. Her pussy clenches in surprise, providing the final stimulus you need to fill her hungry cunt 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 asleep. You know you should push her off and go home, but you’re exhausted, and her wonderfully high body heat contrasted against the cold night makes your reluctant to move. You wrap the picnic blanket around the both of you and join her in her slumber.

You awaken the next morning as Silmeria rolls off of you, taking some of the blanket with her. Without her bushy tail and superhuman warmth, the cold morning 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, a contented cat-after-cream expression on her face. 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 you can’t focus on that 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 you happen upon a distressing thought of your own. 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 already coming to a fork in the road despite just having met. You stop at the foot of the stairs to your apartment and Silmeria pulls you into an almost suffocatingly 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 surprise yourself by nodding without hesitation. She smiles slightly and looks as though she wants to say more, but stops herself, forcing her face back into the picture of icy calm it usually is and turning away to begin her trek to the barracks.

Holly is still in bed when you get inside, quite used to tucking herself in since her irregular schedule keeps you from always being there for her. You tune the radio to an easy listening station, sit down in a threadbare armchair, and quietly consider your options.