When Fantasy and Reality Collide
_The characters Firefox and Technofox were originally created by Dynotaku, and are owned by him. His pictures of them can be found here:
http://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/dynotaku/
The pictures inspired two excellent story series of stories by Nathan Cowan, which can be found here:
I, in turn, was inspired by these stories to consider the way the relationship between these characters would develop. This is the result. It does contain a few spoilers, so I recommend reading Nathan's stories first. But even if their content is not to your taste, you may find this to be much tamer fare, and I think it is capable of standing on its own. I hope you enjoy it!_
When Fantasy and Reality Collide
Story (c) 2008 by Yancarlo Ramsey
Charaters and entities (c) Dynotaku and Nathan Cowan
"That's a good girl."
The voice was quiet, even for a chimera, but the passion contained in those whispered words of praise made Firefox's heart pound in her chest. She could feel the wetness trickling from within her. Firefox looked up and met her eyes, a smile forming on her lips, matching the one she saw on the other vixen.
Firefox was kneeling on the floor in front of a chair. Her voluptuous breasts rested on the knees of the occupant of that chair, a second red fox, shorter, slimmer, and much less busty. She wore glasses, though she only needed minor correction of her left eye. Technofox always did like that style, and Firefox thought it made her even cuter than she was without them. The glasses were now the only thing she wore, and Firefox tossed the black leather bra she'd just finished removing to one side, then returned her hands to Technofox's breasts, gently stroking and fondling them.
"Mmmm..." Technofox sighed, enjoying the attention, which she allowed to continue for some time. Then she raised her hand, tugging on the leash she held. It was attached to the collar around Firefox's neck, and Firefox rose up to follow its pull. Technofox drew her up until they were nose to nose. "Kiss me," she whispered.
Firefox would have done so even without the order. But it had a purpose, reminding her that Technofox was the one in charge. Firefox tilted her head so that Technofox wouldn't have to, and parted her muzzle, brushing her lips against Technofox's. Her tongue slipped between them, tasting the vixen's teeth, her gums, the roof of her mouth, and finally meeting her tongue as Technofox began to respond. She continued massaging Technofox's breasts, and breathed deeply, inhaling through her nose, taking in Technofox's scent, her breath, her thickening arousal.
She began to pull back, but Technofox put her free hand behind Firefox's head, stopping her, pressing her forward again. She widened her muzzle, nearly locking teeth with Firefox as her tongue invaded the collared vixen's mouth. Firefox didn't resist, submitting to her will and moaning softly as she gave Technofox all she could. She put every last ounce of passion and love into that kiss. Their tongues danced, their lips brushed together, their teeth clicked gently against each other. It was Technofox who finally broke away, leaning back in her chair and gasping for breath. Both of them were panting, trying to cool the heated, humid air in their lungs.
Firefox focused her attention on Technofox's breasts once more, resuming the constant caresses that had faltered during the kiss. She leaned forward a little more, twisting so that her left nipple brushed across Technofox's right, stiffening to match the smaller nub. She moved the other way, doing the same with their other nipples. Her large breasts swayed with the motion, bobbing slightly with every breath.
Technofox put her head back and moaned at the contact. Her exposed throat worked as she swallowed, and she found it difficult to speak for a moment. "Make me come... No, like this," she added, looking down at Firefox as she began to move. "Make me come by playing with my breasts. Use your hands, your mouth..."
Firefox hesitated, then nodded, unable to break eye contact, as if pinned in place by Technofox's gaze. She repositioned her hands, brushing her thumbs against the sides of her nipples and the small patch of bare skin around them, rubbing back and forth gently while her fingers continued to caress the vixen's curves, stroking her soft fur.
Technofox smiled. "If you can do it," she began, a twinkle forming in her eyes, "I'll let you lick me next... and as long as you keep the teasing to a minimum, you can bring me off more than once." Firefox shivered, her tongue flicking out to lick her nose reflexively. She inhaled deeply, noticing the significant increase in the scent of feminine arousal coming from the other vixen, and it took an effort of will to keep from looking down at Technofox's mound. "But if you don't do it well," Technofox continued, beginning to grin, "I'll make you use just your fingers. You'll keep stroking me to orgasm until I tell you to stop, and then I'll lick your fingers clean myself. You won't get to taste a single drop."
Firefox almost whined, but suppressed the atavism and nodded. "Yes, Ma'am. I'll do my best."
"Good," she replied, and leaned back in her chair.
Firefox had to lean forward, her breasts hanging over Technofox's lap as she began kissing all around her left breast, not quite reaching the bare flesh at the center. She kept stroking with her right hand, using her lips and fingers in tandem, while her left gripped Technofox's right breast and began kneading gently, drawing a soft murring sound from Technofox's chest. Soon she lifted her left breast, pursed her lips, and blew slowly, her hot, moist breath washing across the untended nipple. Technofox shivered in response. She moved her head and did the same to her right breast, beginning to knead the other, just as gently at first, then more firmly.
She began kneading both at the same time, moving them around, lifting them, spreading them, and kissing between them, then pressing them against the sides of her muzzle. Her thumbs grazed the tips of Technofox's hard nipples. She waited a moment and did it again, and again, slowly, sensuously, taking her time as she drew in Technofox's scent. She extended her tongue and licked the fur there, just as slowly drawing it up her cleavage and back into her mouth, tasting her as well. She moved her head back, her muzzle rubbing the insides of each breast, letting her hands press them closer to each other as the wedge between them retreated.
Firefox looked at the sight before her, wishing she could get both nipples close enough together to lick at the same time before picking one and starting to tease it with her tongue like she had with her thumb. She licked the tip of it several times, then flicked it rapidly. Technofox gasped and gripped her shoulders, her claw tips digging into her fur and pressing against her skin, sending a tingle down Firefox's back.
She moved to the other nipple, teasing it in the same manner, and then finally pressing more of her tongue against it, lapping at it as if trying to drink it in. The vixen squirmed, biting her lip, then panting. Firefox brushed her lips against it, then caught it between them, pulling at it, making it protrude even more for the brief moment before it slipped. She did it again, and again, tilting her head to catch it from a different angle each time. All the while, her thumb kept slowly brushing across the tip of the vixen's other nipple, one way and then the other, moving incessantly back and forth. The way Technofox's chest rose and fell as she breathed made the pressure change slightly, almost randomly, with each stroke, and Firefox knew it would soon be driving her crazy.
Technofox whined and tightened her grip on her shoulders as Firefox finally took her left nipple entirely into her mouth and began sucking on it. She started licking slowly with her tongue, keeping time with her continuing thumb strokes on the other. Firefox gradually pressed her nose into the soft mound, the end of her muzzle starting to flatten it slightly against Technofox's chest, making the nipple even more firm in her mouth, and Technofox cried out softly, her hands trembling on Firefox's shoulders.
Firefox knew the smaller vixen was getting close. By now the scent was strong enough that the chair must be getting wet from the fluids oozing from Technofox's vagina, but the trembling was a sure sign. She backed off gradually, easing off the pressure and slowing down a little, trying to make it last longer. There was no longer any question of failing to make Technofox come - it was just a matter of when.
A few moments later, Firefox suddenly found her collar being pulled backward. Technofox and lifted her hand from her shoulder and was tugging on the leash, held very close to the D-ring. Firefox strained against it, trying to keep her lips around the nipple, but it came free with a wet sucking sound. She looked up, her ears folding down as she saw the disapproval in Technofox's expression.
"You're not doing it properly, girl. I said make me come, not tease me. Do you want your reward or not?" she said, looking Firefox sternly in the eyes.
"Yes, Ma'am," Firefox replied, her face warming under her fur. A human wouldn't have been able to notice the blush, but another chimera, with enhanced senses borrowed from many different species, would notice the difference in infrared light, and Technofox certainly did.
"You are here for my pleasure, to do my will," she chided, the tension on the leash slackening.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am. I won't disobey again."
"Good. Now don't waste any more time. You've already let me cool down too much." It was a vast exaggeration. Firefox could smell Technofox's excitement, the musky scent coming from between her thighs, wafting up past Firefox's sensitive nose as she lowered her muzzle to Technofox's pert breasts and began working them again. But she had a point. Firefox shouldn't had been wasting time, doing something because she enjoyed doing it rather than because it was what she'd been told to do. Delaying what she'd been told to do, because it pleased her. She'd needed to be corrected, and that took time, more time during which she was not doing what she'd been told.
Firefox let the thought slip from her mind as she concentrated her attention entirely on Technofox. She could practically play her like a violin. But she suckled firmly, pinching and twirling the other nipple between finger and thumb, running the tips of her claws down the narrow ring of sensitive flesh surrounding it, then cupping and gently squeezing the same breast. She caressed the curves of the breast at her muzzle, down the side and underneath, then cupped it and pulled away slightly to lick the wet nipple and then nip it, gently at first, then pinching it firmly between the tips of two teeth. Technofox failed to hide a gasp, but the trembling of her hand on Firefox's shoulder told her she was once again getting close - very close.
She kissed the nipple, then pressed the pad of her thumb against it, and began rubbing slowly in a circle, not just grazing the tip like before. Turning her head, she flicked the tip of her tongue rapidly over the end of the nipple she had caught with her hand, and as she did so, began tugging lightly, pulling it toward her mouth in quick, short motions, varying the tension as she fellated it. Finally she released it, and ran both hands down Technofox's breasts, fingertips tracing the line dividing red fur from white. Glancing up, she saw the vixen had her eyes closed and her lips parted. She was panting rapidly, and her tongue came out to lick her nose twice in quick succession.
Without taking her eyes from Technofox's face, Firefox brushed her palms slowly and firmly across her wet nipples. She could feel their hardness, the heat radiating from them. She pinched one tightly with her left hand, and took the other in her mouth, forming a larger circle with her lips and sucking hard. Firefox washed her tongue across the entire patch of bare skin, caressing nipple and aureola both, then swirling in a circle around the central nub, still rubbing against the edges of it. Squeezing hard enough for friction to overcome the wet saliva, she tugged, slowly pulling up and outward...
Technofox came explosively, with a loud bark. Her breasts bounced as she shook, rocking her hips on the chair and making an atavistic 'yiff' sound that she would normally never allow anyone to see. But Firefox didn't count, because she was there for Technofox to use. She was there for her pleasure. She was...
She was coming, one hand between her legs, the other tugging on her own collar's leash, pulling it taut across her full breast and making it dig against her erect nipple. She arched her back, even raised her hips up off the bed, humping the air as she ground the heel of her hand against her hardened clit, while several fingers worked her hot, wet inner passage. Her pubes were soaked with her own fluids, and she hadn't even reached the end of her fantasy.
But then, she rarely did. That one was so arousing, and so shameful, that she rarely lasted very long. She had never actually reached the end of her 'reward' - being allowed to lick the imaginary Technofox to a second or even third orgasm - without coming at least twice herself.
Firefox lay panting on the bed as she recovered, the leash limp between her breasts. She brought her hand to her muzzle and began licking her fingers clean, tasting her fluids. It was almost a compulsion, but there was no reason to resist, and she did enjoy the taste. Once her hand was clean, she sat up and carefully undid the collar around her neck. She stared at it for a few seconds, and then wrapped the leash in a coil along its circumference. She stood and went to put them away.
She would tell Technofox about the collar and leash, Firefox told herself. She kept them hidden in her dresser, buried under less frequently used clothes, and was certain that none of the others knew they were there. But today... tonight... she would finally tell her lover how she would lock her door and put it on, and lie on her bed, pulling the leash between her breasts, tugging on it, imagining that it was being held by her Master - But she couldn't call Technofox that.
For Firefox - for all of the original FoxForce Four members - that word meant one man, and one man only. Despite the fact that he had turned out to be nothing more than an AI's cloned meat-puppet, she still hated to think of how he had been the first one to take her as a slave, to force her to feel pleasure against her will. He had done the same with the others... with the three women who were closer to her than family. More than friends. More than lovers, even.
Master hadn't been the only one, of course. There had been Tigre, with whom she had somehow, against all sanity, fallen in love with. Tigre, who had served Master's will. Tigre, who had died with Blue Diamond. She had been a Tamer - a slave with more authority than the guards, responsible for breaking new slaves, teaching them how to BE slaves... She had beaten her and her friends, more than once. She had been the bogeyman of all the slaves at Blue Diamond. But somehow, as Firefox fell in love with her, Tigre had begun to return that love.
And there had been many clients... The slaves were there to make money, after all. Money for Blue Diamond. Some of her clients had been decent, even memorable. One had helped them escape. But there were others. The worst of them had been one of the men who helped design most of the chimeras now in existence... or a certain part of their brains, at least. The part responsible for making them so receptive to pleasure that he'd been able to make Firefox come even after beating her. Even while he raped her, without even the pretense of pretending she had agreed to be used. He hadn't just known that she'd hated every moment of it. He'd reveled in it.
She wrenched her thoughts away from that subject. He was dead now, as well. Firefox would have killed him herself, and in fact, she'd been planning to. But it hadn't worked out that way. Firefox still had conflicting feelings about that.
She had conflicting feelings about telling Technofox about the collar, too. The fact that she was still nervous about doing so only emphasized how significant that admission would be. She knew she wasn't really a light combat model, but a pleasure slave model, trained instead for combat work. But to acknowledge it, not just to herself, not to someone who had the power to flog her for disobeying Master's will, but to the person closest to her heart... To acknowledge the fact that her body, her brain, had been designed to be used - to feel pleasure from being used... And, worse yet, to admit that she liked being used, despite everything that had happened - that she wanted to be used - not by people she hated, of course, and not by strangers she couldn't care less about either, but by the woman she loved more than anyone else...
Firefox swallowed hard and closed the drawer. Her back was starting to get tense from standing over it, looking down at the clothes as if she could see right through them. She stretched for a few moments, and composed herself before turning to leave the room. A shower would be just the thing to wash away the smell of sex, and it would help her relax and get ready for the day ahead.
This time, she promised herself, she really would tell her...