Crimson and Clover (Chapter II)
The cell phone rang continuously for half an hour before the vixen rose from her bed. It was some god awful hour in the mourning and she was determined to kill whoever thought it was a bright idea to call her at such a time.
"You die."
"Crimson?"
"No, she's going to get a gun right now, can I take a message?"
"That's not funny Crimson, this is your boss Clair, the one who pays you."
"I don't care if you're Mother fucking Teresa... Clair?"
"I'm getting on the plane for Denver and I wanted to remind you that while I'm gone you're in charge of opening."
"That's all?"
"No, I also wanted to make sure you know about the calls I'm expecting from the California Company."
"Billabong?"
"Yes Crimson. Make sure you are clear about our pricing. They tied to cut the rates last time we talked and...'
"Clair, you wrote me a seven page note about all this last week. I think I'll remember."
"Yes, well, I have to get on the plane now, talk to you later."
"Ok, night."
The fox closed her phone and threw it into her dirty landry. Looking across the room she saw the red numbers on her new clock blinking 4:38am. She swore and rolled over for another few hours of sleep.
What seemed like moments later, the alarm began chiming into the Vixen's dreams. She threw the pillow and missed.
"Why did I listen to my better judgment that said move the clock across the room?"
Moaning, she crawled to the floor and headed for the bathroom. Blue and white glazed tile felt cool on her paws as she moved up the side of the sink and looked into the mirror. Staring back at her, the disheveled face sneered and stuck out its tongue.
"Fuck you!"
The shower sprayed hot water onto the Fox's back as she stepped in. Steam and suds lathered into her fur as she washed away sleep and sweat. Taking a moment, the female slipped a paw down between her thighs and awakened her sex. It responded eagerly and Crimson reached for her "rubber ducky". The vibrator was so cleverly disguised except for the fact that her room mate also shopped though Good Vibrations and knew of her little secret. In fact, when she was moving in he had helped to unpack and ended up "borrowing" the vibrator to show a friend. Nicky hated his own things being used by others, but the rule didn't play both ways. Shaking her Doberman friend from her mind, the vixen concentrated on he recent exploits with Clover, a young rabbit she had begun seeing earlier in the month.
The duck worked her clit while she imagined the bunny bending over in front of her in the shower. She would run her paws over that wet ass and then give it a few slaps until it turned red. A moan escaped her muzzle and the Vixen pushed her hips into the toy in her paw. The sound of wet fur slapping against the tile set her rhythm as she eagerly began to climax. The thought of slipping a strap on between Clover's legs pushed the fox into her final shuddering as she braced against the wall and came. Crimson slipped the duck back into the soap holder and rinsed cum from between her swollen lips. Stepping out of the shower she shook for a moment and them wrapped herself in the cobalt towel before walking back down the hall to her room.
Nicky was surprised to see her coming into the kitchen so early.
"My my, and you even showered! I'm so impressed."
The vixen gave him the finger as she poured herself a cup of coffee. The Doberman dropped a plate of eggs in front of her and raised an eyebrow.
"So who's the new girlfriend? When do I get to meet her?"
Crimson scowled and stuffed her face with food to avoid conversation. The dog rolled his eyes.
"Fine, I'll just have to catch you in the act some night when I come home late and walk in on your fornication."
The fox aimed a kick at her house mate but he side stepped out of the kitchen laughing. She was not in any mood for his antics and shoveled the breakfast down quickly as she could hear Nicky picking up his briefcase and heading out the front door.
At the office things were running much more relaxed than usual because of Clair's absents. Kendal was on the computer playing what looked like second life. The ermine shuffled some papers on the desk as his manager casually sat down in the chair opposite him.
"I see you've finished debugging out website and have moved on to more important tasks?" commented the fox with a sly grin.
Kendal watched with horror as Crimson reached around and unplugged the tower.
"But wait I was just..." He scrambled out of the chair in shock. "I was also downloading our system files!"
Crimson's face fell and she rolled her eyes. The intern sighed and plugged the computer back in to reboot. It was going to be a long week.
Crimson hated responsibility, especially the extra work that went into it. She was getting paid overtime while Clair was gone, but putting up with the continuous calls from companies eager to get their orders put on hold for the higher paying clients was getting to her. She had assigned receptionist duty to Gail, but the jaguar had no idea how to stall and kept forwarding the calls to Clair's office. The saving grace came unexpectedly in an email from Clover.
Crimson, I've got a surprise for you tonight. After you close up, meet me on the corner of Seventh and Twentieth. I'll make sure you're home before eleven so Nicky doesn't scold you. ;-) Luv, Clover
The fox's tail wagged with excitement. Another date with her new crush! She thought about the intersection, nothing special, a few decent restaurants around, no theaters or clubs. Hmm... She was getting ready to map quest it when there was a knock at the office door.
"Hello Crimson? Um... the client from Billabong's on the line, you told me to get you if anyone from that company called."
The fox sat up and reached towards Gail for the phone.
"Yes this is Ms. Alexander speaking. What? No, excuse me."
The canine began wildly waving at her feline companion in the room and ushered towards the file cabinet across the room.
"What's that you say? Oh, oh yes, we've worked out the figures with our firm and have a similar total, let me just run through the numbers with you right now."
She glared at the jaguar searching franticly though the draws and muffles the reciver for a moment as she walked over.
"Let me handle th..." she tripped over a chair "FILE!"
"Wh.. what? No, I was just giving some instructions to one of our employees. Yes, I have the numbers right here. Of course, yes, we've signed off on the order but I'm afraid our figures are a little higher. What's that? Now wait a moment, let me read through this with you first."
Crimson was doing a dance with the file while trying to clarify with Gail that she needed the calculator and the pages of notes Clair had left them. She muffled the phone again.
"Damn-it Gail, get the note. Kendal knows where the fucking calculator is!"
Realizing she had dropped the receiver she leapt to the floor and recovered.
"No Mr.? Mr. Gaily, I said trucking, yes, the trucking company we work with sent us a new bid for the delivery last week. Oh? Of course, that's included in the latest estimates."
Slamming the phone into her chest she bellowed, "CALCULATOR AND NOTE NOW!"
She took a deep breath and sat down in front of the price sheets.
"Mr. Gaily, these numbers are non negotiable. We've already begun designing at your request. The final costs will be well below you're projected fiscal limitations and I'm sure everyone will get what they want in the end."
Kendal had stumbled into the office with calculator and a few note pages in paw. He slid in beside the fox and offered them like relics. Crimson pushed the calculator aside and pour over the neat handwriting of her boss for the minimum bid.
"Yes Mr. Gaily, that's almost $8,000.00 below cost. We'll have the first shipment to you by the end of next month, a full week ahead of schedule to be sure."
Gail had now joined them and rolled her eyes at the flat out lies now coming out of her manager's muzzle.
"All right sir, yes, I'll make sure to pass on the message to Clair for you. Yes, you can reach me at this number any time. Good-bye."
The vixen slammed down the phone and let out a low growl that sent a shiver up Kendal's spine. She turned to her interns who looked quite perplexed.
"They keep pushing us. I'm not sure why Clair's still tolerating all this. I would have scrapped the whole project weeks ago and gone back to Colorado with our ideas. These people in California aren't used to being told no."
She then smiled and relaxed in her chair.
"Who's in the mood for take out?"
At five thirty Crimson stepped out of her office and told the others to head home. Kendal scampered to the elevator without second thought while Gail lingered for a moment, looking over her notes and checking a design once more. The jaguar seemed to want to talk but Crimson had a date and didn't want to be held up. She tapped her claw on the door and made a motion for the feline to finish. They rode the elevator down together in silence and Crimson tore out of the building without saying good-bye. At six she stood on the corner as instructed.
The dark street was crowded with commuter traffic; honking and blasted techno filled her ears as she tried to avoid being pushed into the road by the crowds of people rushing by. It was late fall, but the air was comfortable. The vixen pulled off her jacket to enjoy a light breeze picked up by the moving cars as the light changed. Suddenly a bike pulled up next to the curb out of no where. Crimson tried not to show her curiosity as an obviously female rider cut the engine and parked. The vixen let her eye run up and down the tight leather pants of the biker, then took a step back in surprise as the woman addressed her.
"You want a ride?"
The voice was unmistakable.
"Clover, is that you?"
The biker lifted her visor and the brown bunny smiled.
"Yeah, thought you might want to go for a ride to unwind. I brought an extra helmet for ya."
She reached back into a saddle bag and pulled out the black plastic full face from its case and shoved it into the other female's hands. Crimson was still taking in the fact that this bunny chick was also a biker dyke. Clover had returned to her motorcycle and thrown a leg over. Looking back she beckoned the fox.
"Come on, just sit behind me and hold on, I promise you'll love it."
Crimson had ridden on biked before; a long time ago she even owned one. The Suzuki intruder 800 was black, plain, and very sexy. She distinctly remembered a friend who once bragged about getting off on the vibrations alone while cruising over fifty. Smiling, she threw on the other helmet, put her jacket back on, and slid in behind her partner.
They easily maneuvered through the traffic of the tight streets and headed across a bridge out of town. Clover was quite confident at any speed and handled the machine with dexterous expertise. Crimson could not resist letting a paw drop down between the rabbit's legs as they rode. The bike barely swerved a little to the left as her paw crept down into the warm nestled seat of her driver's crotch. The vibration of the bike picked up as they sped on through the emptying suburban streets. The vixen dropped her hips to let the shuddering sensation find her more sensitive spots. Clover seemed to push into her lover's paw as they began to play.
It was an amazing sensation, the wind whipping by as the engine hummed along to the rhythm of their collective drive. Every turn brought on a new point of pressure for both women as they explored each other. Clover would edge the bike tighter and tighter with each curve while Crimson let her singers slip under the leather of her partner's pants to find the moistness of wanting slick and ready. She deftly fingered her way into the other female and felt Clover tighten against her paw. The bunny revved the engine, sending the fox over the edge with shudders of pleasure. Crimson came first, bucking gently against her partner's back as she felt her paw thrusting into the rabbit's cunt. Clover soon followed, letting her lower body completely relax into the paw of her lover as cum mixed with wet leather. They held on to each other as the cycle carried them on into an unfamiliar countryside.
Finally Clover pulled off the highway onto a side road and they traveled on past a village into farm country. The rabbit brought the bike to a crawl along a small winding lane. Here she parked and shut off the motor. Crimson lifted her visor and looked around.
"Where are we?"
The rabbit slipped off her own helmet and smiled.
"My family's farm; there's a cottage down the path where I thought we could stay tonight. Nothing fancy, but I did call ahead to ask that it be stocked for a weekend retreat."
Crimsons jaw dropped.
"A weekend retreat, here? I didn't pack anything. I don't even have a change of cloths."
The bunny replied, "Oh, don't worry, you won't need cloths, and I've got an extra tooth brush."
As she said this, the slipped the saddle bags off the bike and headed down the path into darkness. Crimson quickly followed, not wanting to be left out in such a strange place.
The cottage was lit by a porch light. Roses and the smell of strong herbs met the fox's muzzle as she took it all in. Clover opened the door and ushered her forward. Inside, there was a quaint little mud room which opened up into what looked like the main part of the house. A fire burned low in the hearth on the other side of an old couch. Off to the left was a small kitchenette with a breakfast table. Through a doorway on the right was a small bedroom mostly filled with a large bed.
"The bathroom's off the kitchen if you need it. I'll unpack."
Crimson headed to the WC but stopped at the stove to admire a framed photo of what must have been the family. All the relatives looked very similar, sleek brown hares with a range of creamy underbellies. There was one rather large looking buck on the right side looking especially proud. That must have been the head of their warren. She smirked and wondered if dear old dad really approved of his daughter's nature.
Clover had thrown their bags down in the bedroom and was now heating water for tea. The vixen relaxed into a kitchen chair and admired her partner's hips as they swayed back and forth, her little cotton tail bobbing as she reached up into a cabinet for mugs.
"Earl Gray?"
The fox tapped a paw on the table for a moment and then stood up.
"Do you have milk?" She asked, slipping her arms around the rabbit's waist and murring into her long silky ear.
"Y-yes, there is milk."
"Ah, then yes, I'll have Earl Gray."
With that, the fox roughly grabbed her prey and spun her around. Clover yipped in surprise as the vixen dropped to her knees and began undoing the tight black leather pants. Clover braced her self on the kitchen counter, a mug edged over the side but the fox caught it with surprisingly fast reflexes as the hare caught her breath. They looked at each other for a moment. Crimson's classic fox grin spread across her face. The rabbit felt the warmth flooding her face and looked away, shifting her body nervously.
"Are you scared?" Asked the fox.
"No, just a little anxious."
"hehe, I'll relive your anxiety soon enough my dear, now, where's my tea?"
She slowly drew herself up again and returned to a seat at the table. Clover didn't even bother to fix her partially undone pants, but rushed to the kettle which had signaled its readiness with a scream.
They sat in silence for a while, sipping occasionally from steaming mugs that warmed their paws. Crimson stared at the fine female across from her, occasionally licking her lips and taking in a deep breath of the rabbits string scent. Admittedly she was playing with her partner's nerves. Clover's nose twitched and she shook her head vigorously. Then she met her partner's gaze defiantly.
"You're playing with me."
"What? No, never!"
The grin widened.
"I'm serious Crimson; the hair on the back of my neck is starting to stand on end."
"Really, how wonderful."
With that, the vixen gently set down her empty mug and slowly rose for her seat.
"I'm going to bed."
Clover was thrown off for a moment.
"What?"
The fox turned and walked out of the kitchen. Calling over her shoulder:
"Hurry up!"
Now the rabbit understood. She quickly threw the mugs in the sink and skipped into the bedroom, happily pulling off her shirt and letting her pants down until she stood naked before the vixen. Crimson looked pleased. She let her eyes wander up and down the fine looking doe. She came closer, reaching out to let a paw trace the edge of her partner's face.
"You are exquisitely beautiful."
She continued around to the back of the young hare. The vixen took in another deep breath, enjoying the scent of sexual desire which permeated the room. She felt the familiar quivering between her legs as she drew into the rabbit. Drawing those soft long ears aside, she let her mouth fall on the soft neck of her prey. Clover yipped in surprise and tried to pull away. Crimson put a strong arm around the struggling girl's waist, letting the other gently close on her lover's neck. In a whisper she spoke.
"Gently, I'm going to handle you with such care. You've never been with a predator before have you? I thought so. Now, the more you struggle the rougher my instincts will tell me to handle you."
The frightened doe relaxed into her captive's arms, submitting to the paws that now directed her to the bed. She was guided onto her back, sliding up the sheets till her head rested on a soft pillow. Crimson crawled over her, letting her long bushy tail caress the inside of the rabbit's thighs. She buried her muzzle into the soft cream colored fur of her partner's stomach, sniffing and licking as she brushed the exposed skin along the belly. Clover's hips tensed in anticipation and her thighs tried to come together. The vixen easily spread them apart again and let a paw drop down under the rabbit's fluffy cotton tail. She smiled at the female's reaction to having her tail hole fondled. The bunny's ears went ridged at her face lit up with surprise.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"Shh, I'm enjoying the unexplored regions of your body."
The fox then roughly flipped the hare over onto her stomach and proceeded to draw herself over her prey, gently letting a single digit bury itself in the rabbit's anus while her other paw dropped below and found the moist crease of female pleasure throbbing with desire.
Clover cried out, her body shivered with delight as the vixen let her paws wander deeper. Warmth engulfed her hands as she lowered her head to take in a deep breath of the other female's scent. The doe bucked a few times, kicking out at the fox with strong back legs. Crimson withdrew the paw from its place in the rabbit's tail hole and gave the bunny a hard slap on the ass. Clover yelped in pain, her body relenting to it's rough handling.
"Relax little girl, you'll have more fun that way, of course, if you struggle, all the more enjoyment at my end in punishing you. Now, where might I find something to bind you with?"
The vixen's eyes scanned the dimly lit room from her perch atop the bed. She saw a scarf on the dresser and her own belt was easy enough to slip from its loops around her waist. She began by securing the rabbit's arms to the bed frame above their heads. The scarf was just long enough to bind one of the hare's athletic legs.
"Hmm, one more to go."
She turned and drew a piece of clothing up from the floor. The leather pants were long enough to bind the last leg to another bed post. She used her own long sleeve shirt to secure it tightly before stepping back to admire the motley job.
"Well, without proper dungeon material we've done quite well."
Clover struggled against her bonds without give. Crimson smiled with pleasure and tickled the doe's bare foot to encourage her fighting. The hare bucked and her entire body bounced off the mattress.
"My, you are a fighter now aren't you? Remember, the more you fight the more aggressive my predatory instincts will be."
The rabbit gave her arms another tug and then went still, her eyes followed the vixen as she rounded the bed. Crimson easily climbed atop her prey and settled her legs inside those of her captive. She let a paw return to the wetness of the bunny's cunt which she began to reawaken with gentle stroking and occasional penetrating slips of her digits. Clover's hips pushed against the vixen's paw as the fox's muzzle came to her left ear.
"I'm going to fuck you till you scream."
The doe tried to stifle a moan but at the same moment her cunt muscles flexed around the paw that penetrated her, betraying the pleasure she now felt mounting between her legs. The rabbit's cunt was slowly filled by the vixen's paw until every digit was inside, pushing and stroking as the rabbit began to pant in anticipation of the growing pleasure she felt inside. Crimson lowered her head and let her muzzle find its way to the budding pleasure center of the other female. Excitedly she began to flick it back and forth with her tongue. Clover let out a yiff of pleasure as she felt her entire body beguine to quake. The egged the fox on, pushing and licking, fucking the little bunny harder and faster. The doe's entire body began to tense as she arched her back and let out a loud, ear splitting scream.
"Ahh! Don't stop! DON'T STOP! Yes! YES! I'm cu-umm-ing!"
The hare crashed down on the vixen like a wave, all of her emotional energy focused and in that moment, the vixen felt her partner's cunt explode, pushing into her fist with such strength. The fox licked faster, letting the cum sweep into her mouth, the salty taste engulfing her muzzle with incredible flavor and scent. Their bodies pressed together, holding one another for only a few moments, before the rabbit crashed into the mattress, letting herself relax into the bonds that held her.
The vixen enjoyed feeling the hare's pulse on her still embedded paw. She had risen from the girl's cunt to look into her tired lover's eyes. Clover smiled meekly and winced as her dominator gently slipped her hand out of its place in her body. Then the fox began undoing her fast knot work. The hare was released, to curl up in a ball of satisfaction under the comforter. The vixen soon joined her and together, they slipped into the beckoning exhaustion of sexual fulfillment and at last slept.