Soviet Fluffy Tails: The Laborer Pt. 4

Holly’s school starts up again, leaving you alone at home for much of the day. The weekend comes and goes, and you hear nothing from Silmeria. Perhaps she’s over her infatuation with you. You’re almost relieved. As nice as it was to have a full stomach when you went to bed, the thought of being pheromone-marked as someone’s private sex toy wasn’t very appealing, and you’d been wracking your brain for a way to say so without angering her. Then again, Silmeria had been kinder to you than you’d believed kitsune were capable of, and she got along with Holly very well…

You abandon that train of thought before it takes you somewhere dangerous. She was just a typically insatiable kitsune who realized she’d catch more bees with honey than with high impact sexual violence.

You thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door. Holly isn’t due home for several hours, and for once you’re not behind on your bills. Your heart flutters a bit as you consider who it might be. Bracing yourself, you ease the door open.

Silmeria stand on your porch, peaking at you from behind an overstuffed bag of groceries. She has a greatcoat on, rather odd given how well kitsune handle the cold. As you stand aside to let her in, she breezes past the coatrack and straight through the living room into the kitchen. You trail behind her, apprehension building in your gut. She drops the bag on the table and turns to you, leaning against its edge, a slight smile playing on her lips.

“Miss me?”

In truth, you’d started to hope that this was going to all go away so you could get back to your hand to mouth lifestyle, but you can’t say that to her face. Having some breathing room in your finances is nice, but not so nice that you’d trade your freedom for it. You start formulating an inoffensive response, but she starts speaking again before you can finish.

“Listen, I’ve been thinking…”

She locks her gaze with yours, you notice her eyes seem a bit unfocused, her breathing a bit ragged.

“I know I’ve been a little…pushy. But we can wait. I won’t make you bind yourself to me right away.”

You release a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, your worries evaporating.

“Can we continue with the way things are? Please?”

You tell her that as long as she understands her boundaries then you see no reason not to.

“Good”

She stands up off the table and drops her coat to the floor. She’s entirely naked underneath. Her labia glistens with arousal from the filthy thrill of walking the streets in such dangerous attire. A raw, carnal scent assails your nose and sets your desire ablaze. The scent of a kitsune in heat.

“If I have to wait any longer I think I might burst”

She moves to the wide window overlooking the courtyard and leans against it, spreading her legs wide, offering you free access to her eager snatch. There generally isn’t anyone out there at this time of day, but that doesn’t rule out the possibility of a passerby seeing you. Your pheromone-stoked libido, of course, doesn’t give a damn about that. You drop your pants and grab her trim, bronzed hips, slowly running your erection against her quivering quim.

“Don’t tease” she begs, “Take me. Cum wherever you want, but TAKE ME.”

Eager to oblige, you plunge into her silken folds, eliciting an incoherent amalgam of moans, bawdy words of encouragement, and declarations of how she adores this position. Her mating-frenzied body senses your intrusion and further floods her sopping love canal with lubricant that rolls messily down her legs as you piston in and out of her. She hooks her tail around her neck affectionately. The soft fur, thick with the distinctive lust-igniting smell that kitsune produce when in heat, tickles your face and blots out any worries you have of someone outside the window seeing you.

You remember the reaction stroking her fur against the grain got during your first kiss and wrap your fingers around her caudal appendage. Gripping lightly, you slowly run your hand down her tail’s length, stopping when you reach the frizzy patch on her back where the tail meets the base of her spine. As before, a shiver of delight runs through her body. Her arms give way, pressing her face and breasts against the cold glass of the window. The feeling of the icy crystal against her nipples serves only to arouse her further; she stands up on her tiptoes as pleasure overwhelms her conscious muscle control. The subtle alteration in posture changes the angle your cock has on her twitching, drooling womanhood, and as you resume your thrusts you can feel yourself stretching and battering her vaginal walls. Silmeria grits her teeth, forcing herself not to scream. Instead she croaks out a single word.

“Harder”

You intensify your machinations to an almost savage level of force and speed. The point where you are united with her makes obscene noises that cause Silmeria’s ears to twitch. Her knees shake as her overworked leg muscles demand rest, making the violent rattling of the window in its framer louder and finally bringing it to your attention. The still-rational part of your mind realizes you should end this sooner, rather than later, before you shake the poor thing to pieces. You reach around and slide your hand down her belly until you find her swollen clit. You frantically stroke at it, rubbing your fingers back and forth. The extra stimulus is the final straw for Silmeria, who arches her back and cries out as she sprays out her climax.

You clamp your hand over her mouth to silence her as you withdraw and rest your dick in between the tanned gloves of her ass, coating her back in thick ribbons of alabaster cream. She sucks on your finger until her orgasm fades and you’ve finished covering her with your seed. She sinks down to her knees once you release her, leaving a pattern of fog on the window that matches the outline of her hands and breasts. Panting, she mumbles something about waste and exhaustedly runs her hand over her semen-coated back. Her palm comes back smeared with your cum; she brings it up to her face and takes a deep breath through her nose, savoring your scent. She darts her tongue out of her mouth and slowly drags it through the sticky mess. You leave her to her obscene snack and make your way to the bathroom, where you set a hot shower running and set out a pair of towels. When you return to the kitchen you find that Silmeria has pulled herself out of her blissful stupor and is waiting expectantly for you. You take her by the hand and lead her back to the bathroom. She smiles as she realizes what you have in mind. You notice, for the first time, that she actually has a rather pretty smile, in spite of the lethal-looking teeth that line it.

You hold the stall’s door open for her and sidle in behind her as she enters. The stall is rather cramped with two people in it, but Silmeria seems to like being near you even when you’re not having sex. You gently spin her around and scrub her soiled back clean with a washcloth, the soft sigh of contentment you hear from her compels you to keep washing long after she’s completely clean, enjoying the simple pleasure of feeling of her leaning into your touch. Eventually she forces herself to move out of your grasp and insists on giving you the same treatment, in spite of the fact that you’re quite clean. The way she scrubs you is more akin to a soapy massage; she rubs your back forcefully, kneading the tension out of you until you’re sorely tempted to curl up on the tile and take a nap. Luckily, she decides that she's satisfied with her work before you get the change, and releases you. She turns her attention to her own tail, drizzling it with almost the entire bottle of shampoo and working it into a rich lather. You’re a bit annoyed buy her heavy handed use of your soap, until you recall just how much surplus you have in your budget thanks to her generosity, and just how much pride kitsune take in their tails. Silmeria takes your hands and guides them over her soapy fur. You find yourself enjoying helping her wash, but eventually you can’t justify scrubbing her tail any longer, and you reach past her to turn the water off. She stops you by wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you down into a tight hug.

Just a hug. No groping, no lascivious demands for seconds, no sexual advances at all. Just a simple show of affection. You hug her back, and for a few moments you simply enjoy each other’s embrace and the feeling of the warm water running over you. One moment too many as it happens.

Your extended shower drains the last of the hot water from the tank, and Silmeria unleashes a string of invectives that could make a sailor blush as a wave of frigid water washes over the both of you. You both scramble for the door, tripping each other up and landing in a heap on the floor mat. You reach up to the counter, uttering a few curses of your own, and pull the towels down to you, wrapping yours around you like a blanket before standing up to dry off. Silmeria shivers next to you, the combination of the cold water on your skin and the cold air of your apartment too much even for her. She wipes most of her body dry, but her tail is still dripping by the time her towel has become too wet to be of any use. You fetch her another, and she nods appreciatively and proceeds to wring her tail as dry as she can.

You recall that there’s a tin of compressed tea in the kitchen. You leave her to her work and prepare two mugs worth. You set both cups down on the table in front of the hearth and wait for you lover to finish toweling off. She joins you a few minutes later, still nude, and asks if you’d mind getting a fire going. She’s freezing and she discovered en route that her greatcoat is intolerably itchy without an undershirt to protect her skin. You shrug and start rummaging through the drawers in the table for matches. In short order you have a few logs of hardwood crackling away nicely. Silmeria sets herself down on the carpet in front of the fireplace and bristles her tail out letting the heat of the fire rid her fur of any lingering dampness. You grab both of your drinks and gingerly sit down next to her. She accepts hers gratefully and scoots closer to you, resting her head on your shoulder. Not for the first time, you find yourself wondering if she’s not a human in an elaborate disguise. You know from a lifetime of experience that all you can typically expect from a kitsune is to be raped ragged and left in a puddle of assorted fluids, yet this one seems to genuinely enjoy your company.

Deciding that her tail is dry enough, Silmeria brings it around to rest in her lap and starts grooming herself, running her fingers through the soft fur, smoothing and straightening it. She looks rather cute as she fusses over herself, and the sight brings a smile to your lips. You reflect on what a good day you’ve had. You worst fears proved unfounded, and on top of that you fell ass-backwards into fresh groceries and a good lay. The fire was a nice idea as well, in spite of it’s expense. The house should be nice and warm by the time Holly gets home…

Shit. Holly’s going to be home soon and you’ve got a stark-naked kitsune sitting in the living room and a sticky post-coital mess all over the kitchen floor. As if on queue, you hear rattling from the front door as someone jockeys with your fickle lock. You look over at Silmeria. She looks back. You both bolt upright. You hurry into the kitchen and run a rag through the puddle in front of the window, then open the cabinet under the sink and toss it as far back as you can, trusting the smell of cleaning compounds to cover it up. The door creaks open and you hear Holly call out to see if you’re home. You head her way in hopes of deflecting her away from the kitchen, which still smells faintly of sex. As you pass into the living room you spot Silmeria coming out of your room, clad in one of your sweaters and nothing else. The too-large garment hangs on her small frame like a dress, extending down her bare legs to stop just short of her knees. Being made for a human however, it lacks any holes or slits to accommodate her tail, and despite her best efforts to keep it tucked out of the way, it constantly threatens to lift up the back of the sweater and expose her. You frantically gesticulate at her to put some pants on as Holly struggles to force her bookbag to fit in the overstuffed hall closet; she makes a few gestures around her hips in response that indicate your trousers were too big for her.

Any further pantomime as preempted by Holly giving her bag an extra-hard shove and slamming the closet shut before it can tumble out. You both face her and try to act natural as she comes in to greet you. She hugs you and you tussle her hair as she leans against you, playfully testing her strength. Silmeria eases up next to you, eagerly awaiting her turn, too infatuated with your sister to worry about the eyeful of caramel-colored genitalia she’s dangerously close to giving her. Holly releases her grip on you and turns to Silmeria, who quickly bends down to hug her. Silmeria’s tail starts wagging, and you get a good look at her ass as the sweater slides up her back. Eager to pry the two apart before Silmeria accidentally destroys your sister’s innocence, you encourage Holly to pick out a radio station while you fix her a snack.

Silmeria waits until Holly’s back is turned, then quickly pulls the sweater back down and seats herself on the couch. The only way for her to sit and keep her makeshift dress down where it belongs is to sit on her tail and let it trail down between her legs. Holly gives her a funny look as she turns back from tuning the radio to a children’s adventure show.

“Isn’t it uncomfortable sitting like that?”

Silmeria assures her that it isn’t and bluntly changes the subject to how Holly’s day at school was. Satisfied that she has the situation in hand, you return to the kitchen and examine the contents of the grocery bag. You find a sack of roasted peanuts, transfer a few handfuls to a bowl, and return to the living room. You sit down next to Silmeria and pass the bowl around as Holly recounts how embarrassing it was when the teacher praised her work ethic in front of the whole class. As the conversation goes on, you notice Silmeria shifting and fidgeting uncomfortably, and she’s visibly relieved when Holly announces that she’d like to lay down for a nap. As soon as her bedroom door closes, Silmeria leaps up off the couch and groans that her tail has gone completely numb. You chuckle and pat her back, praising her resilience. Silmeria retrieves her coat and drapes it over her shoulders.

“I’d like to hang around a bit longer, but I’m afraid I didn’t bring a proper outfit with me”

She blushes and puts her hand to her cheek.

“I can’t believe I actually walked all the way here dressed like that”

You smirk and call her a pervert. She brushes off your teasing with a kiss on the cheek, and plants another one on you as you escort her to the door. As she descends to the street she bumps into one of your neighbors coming up the steps. She offers an earnest apology, but they shoot her a venomous look nonetheless as she hurries on.

With Holly asleep, you tuck the groceries away in the pantry and transfer the rag under the sink to the laundry. You run through the list of tasks awaiting your attention and realize that for once, there aren't any. Your cash reserves, fattened by your lover's generosity, managed to take care of them with remarkable expediency. There aren't any jury-rigged repairs for you to touch up while you wait for the liquidity to address them in earnest. No rent checks that will bounce if you don't make a deposit on the double. For once, there's nothing crying out for your attention. It's a feeling you could get used to. You pick up a book with a year-old dog ear in it and curl up on the couch where Silmeria was sitting. You pick up the story right where you left off, humming tunelessly to yourself, surprised at what a good mood you're in.