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Millions of tiny snowflakes swirled outside the dorm room window as the wind gently howled through the trees outside. A still growing mound of snow had built up on the ledge outside, and in it were three vodka bottles left to chill by the dorm’s inhabitants. Claire sat at her desk, the pale light of the red fox’s computer screen bathing her tired face in its glow as she pressed the “submit” button on her essay. Her earbuds still played the gentle ambient track she had used to help focus her mind whilst powering through the final section. Closing the laptop screen caused the soft music to abruptly cut off, the sudden absence proving to be more of a jolt to her system than she’d expected. But with the harsh light of the laptop screen no longer assaulting her eyes, Claire let out a sigh of relief as she set the earbuds down on the desk.

‘Finally done with that damn class…’ She thought as she leaned back in the chair to relieve the dull ache in her back.

The small dorm was bathed in a warm incandescent glow from a string of Christmas lights hung up around the ceiling while the walls were covered in tapestries and various posters. Her own side had a few plastic vines taped up to the wall for some added decoration as well as a corkboard that still bore the pictures of her childhood crushes on it. The old HVAC unit under the window hummed and rattled as it tried its best to fend off the cold from outside, though the air it put out stank somewhat from the burnt dust caked onto the heating element. The sun had long since gone down and now only the light from the street lamps outside filtered in through the window. Some of them still bore the warm orange sodium bulbs while others cast a distressing pale glow down upon the snow.

Claire rose from the uncomfortable wooden chair, the seat cushioning having long since flattened beneath her. She let out a long sigh as she stretched the soreness out of her back, though her tush still felt the pain of being sat there for so long. As she relaxed, Claire reached around under her tail to free her underwear and pajama pants which had become wedged back there before she padded over to the dresser. She had the dorm to herself. Arla, her roommate, had elected to complete her own assignment in the library while it was still open. Though with the clock ticking past midnight, Claire knew that the girl would be back soon.

‘Poor thing is gonna be freezing,’ Claire thought to herself as she retrieved a fresh pair of underwear and an oversized nightshirt from her dresser.

‘I hope she’s okay in this snow…’ Her thoughts continued as she reached behind herself, first pulling at the string tied over her tail from her pajama pants, and then unbuttoning her underwear’s tail-loop.

With one swift motion, Claire slid both of the garments off and tossed them the short distance into her hamper. Moments later, she lifted her shirt off her upper half and likewise discarded it. With the campus closed due to the threat of, and eventual arrival of the snow storm, the vixen hadn’t bothered with a bra and as such now stood naked. But as she stepped into a fresh pair of tight black boxer shorts, one of her right toes caught the fabric and nearly caused the fox to tumble over. But after a moment of hopping on one paw, she steadied herself and slid the black undergarments up her legs and over her butt until she could button the tail-loop. Claire gave the boxers a quick adjustment before stuffing the baggy white shirt over herself. She had already brushed her teeth preemptively, knowing that after getting dressed for bed it would be the last thing she’d want to do.

‘Two more weeks…’ Claire mused as she mentally counted down the days until Christmas break.

The bed creaked slightly as the vixen sat herself down on it, the cheap mattress having a rather unpleasant amount of bounce to it. The bounce she could handle, but the creaking springs had caused her no small amount of embarrassment the first time she’d brought a boy back to the dorm, with her neighbors giving her smug, knowing looks the next day. But as her body settled, she reached for a box of tissues that sat upon the windowsill. As she swiped one from the box, Claire could feel the chill coming off the glass, her thoughts again turning to Arla as she blew her nose. After she had finished, she tossed the balled up paper into the trash, the little projectile nearly missing at it bounced off the edge of the can before falling in.

Pleased that she didn’t need to retrieve the little piece of trash, Claire tossed open her blankets and slid herself into bed. The combination of a soft bamboo sheet and a plush wool blanket atop it felt heavenly as she retrieved her phone from beneath the pillow. The warmth and comfort from the blankets were second only to stepping into a hot shower, especially after being in that chair for so long. But the familiar comfort of her bed still wasn’t quite enough to quiet the vixen’s mind as she began the ritual of scrolling until she passed out. It had once felt so odd at first, sleeping in a room with another person. But now the absence of her roommate, her gentle rhythmic breathing and occasional mumble in her sleep just felt wrong.

But just as her eyelids began to grow heavy, Claire heard a key jingle in the lock. Immediately she looked up from her phone, her ears perked and swiveled towards the door as the lock was opened and the handle turned. As the heavy green door swung inwards it let in the harsh fluorescent light from the hallway’s overhead fixtures. Claire's eyes fluttered for a moment before the door thudded shut and an exasperated Arla stood in front of it. The poor girl was still covered in a thin layer of powdery snow, her ginger hair a tumbled mess. Her normally pale face was now a bright red while her body shivered despite her heavy coat and thick scarf. Arla was hunched over, her hands stuffed in her jacket pockets.

“Are you alright Arla?” Claire asked, concern evident in her voice as she lifted her torso off the bed.

“C-c-c-cold…” She stammered in response as she let her backpack fall onto the floor in front of her desk.

“Yeah, it's absolutely freezing outside! Here, let's get you warmed up,” Claire continued, tossing the covers off herself and stepping out of bed as Arla blew her nose into a napkin left over on her desk from lunch.

“Girl, this jacket is way too thin, and it's soaked!” The vixen said, her voice a mix of concern and scolding discipline.

Ever since high school she’d always been seen as the “mother” of the group, and now her reputation was on full display as she helped Arla out of her soggy, frigid clothes. Indeed, Arla’s jacket was little more than a black puffer with a token amount of fluffy stuffing inside.

“S-sorry, I d-didn’t think it would s-s-snow today,” Arla shivered, her teeth still chattering despite the warmth of the room.

“Honey, the forecast said 98%, they closed the campus down because of it,” Claire replied, her tone softening as she hung Arla’s jacket on the door hook to dry.

“Here, nevermind, you need to warm up,” she continued, pulling Arla in close and rubbing her back.

The human girl wore nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of leggings beneath her jacket, the garments offering little protection from the biting cold.

“Ohhhh, you’re so warm…and soft,” Arla groaned into Claire’s shoulder as the vixen aggressively rubbed some heat into her body.

Claire chuckled softly to herself as she continued rubbing Arla’s back, her snout resting atop the shorter girl’s head. It was only then that she became conscious of just how much her chest was pressing up against her. Though her fur covered it, Claire could feel herself blushing as Arla worked her freezing hands around her back and under the baggy t-shirt she was wearing. She hummed softly as Claire’s back rubs slowed into gentle, circular motions.

‘Heh, she’s about to fall asleep standing up!’ Claire mused to herself as she started gently rocking the both of them back and forth.

“You feeling better now?” She asked softly, grateful that her coat of fur was saving her lower back from Arla’s icy fingers.

“Mhmmm, getting there…kinda want to stuff my hands down the back of your undies and use your butt cheeks as hand warmers,” Arla joked, chuckling to herself as Claire snorted and shook her head.

“Pfff, sure why not, go for it girl,” Claire joked back, expecting Arla to laugh but keep her hands placed on her lower back.

Instead, Arla’s warming but still chilly digits slid right underneath the waistband of Claire’s underwear. The vixen’s tail immediately flicked up as two furless human hands grabbed hold of her fluffy buns.

“OH! Hey!” Claire exclaimed as her body tensed up from the shock of the two cold hands back there.

“Oh Yessss…that's what I needed,” Arla’s words fell out of her mouth as her body seemed to melt into Claire's as the vixen relaxed from her initial surprise.

“Uh, yeah…whatever, whatever works I suppose,” she stammered out, craning her head around to visually confirm that yes, Arla was indeed grabbing and squeezing her bare butt underneath her boxers.

‘Jeez, she’s normally a lot more shy!’ Claire remarked to herself as she felt the girl’s hands squeezing and groping her cheeks.

“I’ve never had my butt used as a handwarmer before,” she chuckled as Arla kneaded them like bread dough.

“Heh, it's perfect for it though…” Arla said softly, the girl clearly enjoying herself.

‘I’m used to guys telling me I have a nice ass, but this is new…’ Claire mused.

The vixen’s prior years of gymnastics competition had given her quite the body, and the booty. Though she no longer competed in that sport, she was an avid tennis player and was no stranger to the gym. Though now that she was in college, she allowed herself to enjoy the odd slice of cake or helping of succulent sesame chicken. The handful of pounds that she’d put on and the small layer of added softness were now greatly appreciated as Arla warmed herself up. A few moments later, with her hands properly warmed up, Arla retracted up and out of Claire’s boxers and returned them to her lower back.

“All better now?” The vixen asked, her voice bearing a rhetorical tone.

Arla’s face flushed red again, her pale skin once again resembling the almost frost-bitten appearance she’d had a few minutes before.

“Much better, your butt is the best handwarmer ever by the way,” she replied, nervousness building in her voice as she gingerly broke contact and stepped back.

“Good to know…I didn’t realize that being cold would make you so damn horny,” she said, her voice firmer now.

“Cold? No, but a nice pair of fox tits pressed against me might do it!” Arla replied with a wink as she began to strip out of her old clothes.

Claire sighed and turned to look away, though she got the distinct impression that Arla wouldn’t have minded if she kept her gaze right where it had been.

“Well, it's at least made you bold!” The vixen chuckled as she heard the sounds of Arla putting on fresh clothes.

“Yeah, I know I was really shy when we first met, I still kinda am with new people…I’m all changed now by the way.” Arla said as she closed the drawers of her dresser.

Like Claire, she had opted for a simple bedtime outfit of underwear and a loose shirt. Though her undies were a typical women's cut, pink, and covered in little vanilla ice cream cones. Claire couldn’t help but mused at Arla’s choice of panties as each of them climbed into their respective beds.

“I’m glad you’re okay Arla, with the snow kicking up, I was worried for a while,” Claire said in a soft voice as she looked across the room at the human girl bundled up in her blankets.

As if on command, the wind howled outside as the blizzard continued unabated.

“Thanks…I definitely should have prepared better, and…thank you for helping me.” Arla’s voice was soft, as if she’d finally realized the danger that she had put herself in.

“Well, lesson learned I suppose, goodnight Arla,” Claire replied as she wiggled herself into a more comfortable position.

“Goodnight.” Came a gentle reply from across the room.

But as the minutes gradually ticked by, Claire found herself unable to sleep. Each time she forced her eyelids shut, a few minutes later they’d spring open again. She had to resist the urge to look at her phone, she wasn’t sure if Arla was asleep yet or not, and didn’t want the light to disturb her. Looking outside the window, she could see through the blinds that the snow had piled up on the ledge outside even further. She smiled at the fact that her vodka bottles, which didn’t fit in their mini fridge, would now be properly cold.

“Hey Claire?” Arla’s voice sounded, barely a whisper but loud enough to catch the vixen’s attention.

“Hmm?” She hummed back, somewhat surprised that her roommate was still awake.

“Can I ask you something?” Arla asked, her voice filled with trepidation.

‘Oh so NOW she sounds all shy…’ Claire mused to herself.

“Sure, go ahead.”

There was a moment of silence as Arla gathered her courage, the tension causing an expected flurry of butterflies in Claire’s belly as she tried to work out what she was about to ask.

“H-have you ever…you know, been with another girl?” Arla asked, the final words seeming to catch in her throat as she forced them out of her mouth.

Claire was stunned for a moment, she knew full well what the double meaning behind the question was.

“What, like…sex?” She replied, the words coming out before she could rein them in. Claire knew full well what Arla had meant, she just wanted to hear it from the human girl herself.

“Well…yeah, that…I don’t know, I just…I guess I just figured you might want to…ya know…”

“Are you asking me for sex right now?” Claire asked, the words coming out a tab bit more hostile than she was intending.

She could hear Arla desperately scrambling to come up with a response to save face, Claire’s words having clearly given the wrong impression.

“Sorry! Sorry! That came out wrong! I just…I just didn’t know, is all.” The vixen whispered in a frantic manner to salvage the situation.

“Ah, r-right…I…I guess it's not something I’m really open about. I just, ya know, I trust you a lot, and…you’re really cute…I…” Arla’s nervous stammering fizzled out as she tried to find the right words, her body visibly shaking under her blankets from the nerves.

“Um, well…what uh, what sort of thing would you want to do?” Claire asked, sheer curiosity was carrying her forward while her own nerves caused her tail to flick beneath her covers.

She then heard an audible, nervous sigh come from Arla as the girl realized that she was now much farther than she thought she’d get.

“If you’d like, I could um…I could eat you out…i-if you want…” She said, her voice full of uncertainty.

‘Oh fuck, what do I say? I’ve never done anything with another girl before! I certainly didn’t expect to be having this conversation…’ Claire thought to herself, her mind finding itself stuck between the two options.

Meanwhile, Arla noticed the vixen contemplating the offer, her body tensed and on edge as she awaited the answer.

‘Would it really be that big of a deal? She clearly wants to…I wonder how long she’s been thinking about this moment…fantasizing about it?’ Claire found that as she thought about it, her legs had gradually pressed together, and the warm, pleasant feeling of budding arousal was gradually building between her legs.

‘Fuck, it does sound nice, doesn’t it? …I wonder if she’s better than James?’ The vixen’s thoughts continued as her mind conjured up an image of the last guy to go down on her.

“Yeah…alright, come on over.” Claire’s words were almost a whisper as she agreed to Arla’s offer, a huge wave of adrenaline following as she realized what she’d just done.

An audible gasp came from Arla’s side of the room as all of the girl’s tension and anxiety was relieved all at once. She threw off the covers and quickly planted her feet on the floor, her legs still shaking somewhat from the excitement.

‘Shit, I can’t believe I’m about to do this!’ Claire thought as her roommate stepped across the short distance to her bed.

It all felt like her first time again, the nerves and anxieties, like uncharted waters. It was a feeling that caught Claire off guard, she knew what it was like to be asked for sex, to agree to it, and then to have it. But as Arla joined her on the narrow twin bed, she found herself giddy and nervous.

“If you wanna stop, j-just tell me okay,” Arla said, her voice still soft but growing in confidence.

“Y-yeah, sure,” Claire replied, nodding her head as she sat herself upright.

“Okay, let me just…” Arla let her words trail off as she lifted both covers and ducked underneath them.

Claire let out a long sigh as she felt the warmth and presence of another person atop her legs and the blankets draped over Arla’s form. The vixen wiggled her butt to get comfortable and opened her legs as Arla lay down in between them. She could still feel the girl’s presence on her as a pair of hands gently placed themselves on her hips.

“Just lie back down a little bit,” Arla’s soft voice sounded from beneath the covers.

Claire did as she was told and let her ass slide against the bed until she felt Arla’s nose press into the soft fur beneath her belly button. Reaching behind her, Claire fluffed up her pillows to support her back as Arla’s hands slid up her sides.

‘Just relax…let her do her thing…’ The vixen reassured herself as she felt the human begin to kiss just beneath her navel.

Gradually, the lips and pair of hands moved lower and lower down Claire’s belly, all the while her breathing and heart rate steadily increasing until they found the waistband of her underwear. Now Arla paused, keeping her mouth pressed into the squish of the vixen’s mound while her hands moved to the girl’s inner thighs, gradually opening them to spread her legs. Claire could feel the warm breath between her legs and the tip of Arla’s nose pressed into the thin crease her pussy created in the black cotton fabric.

“Oh, fuck.” The fox cursed, the words barely audible as she felt the tip of a warm tongue slide up her slit.

Arla’s moves were minor, almost teasing as she savored every subtle curve and cleft the vixen’s pussy left in the fabric, and the subtle taste it imparted through it. Though it was through the fabric, each tiny lick caused wonderful bursts of pleasure and made Claire’s tail twitch and move underneath her. She could feel it brushing Arla’s chin as she held her face between her thighs.

‘God I wonder how long she’s wanted to do this.’ Claire thought as Arla continued to tease the vixen through her underwear.

Soon, the teasing licks became full laps as Arla pressed her mouth into the softness beneath the fabric. Claire leaned her head back, her arm draped over her eyes while a series of pleasured sighs and chuffs escaped her. With Arla’s body obscured by the blankets, the vixen could focus all of her attention on the pleasurable sensations rising up from between her legs. Soon she could feel a warm dampness as the girl’s tongue soaked the crotch of her underwear. But as the wet fabric plastered itself to her pussy, Arla’s tongue sent even stronger sensations up Claire’s spine.

‘God damn, she really knows her way around down there…’ The vixen thought as she voluntarily spread her legs further until her left knee finally touched cinderblock.

The gentle sound of a tongue against fabric and the gentle sucking from her lips filtered into Claire’s ears and only increased her arousal. As her pleasure grew, the fox pressed her hips ever so slightly forward against the skilled mouth going down on her. Claire’s first time with another girl was already leaving the vixen with quite the impression as Arla’s skills put in their work. But the ginger-haired girl wasn’t satisfied with only tasting fox pussy through a pair of boxers. Once again, she slid her fingers underneath Claire’s waistband, this time with the intent to remove them entirely. Claire felt the girl’s hands reach up and slide under, her fingers pointed back towards herself as she slid them off the vixen’s tush. Claire cooperated with the move, bringing her legs back together and lifting them up vertically to make Arla’s job easier. Arla, who had pulled her mouth back, slowly and gently removed the cotton obstruction. The gradual feeling of increasing exposure had more of an effect on Claire than she anticipated, as a shiver of nervous anticipation shook her body. The soft black cotton peeled off of her cunt, the fabric and the fur beneath thoroughly soaked in a mix of saliva and feminine arousal.

There was a slight pause as Arla came to grips with where she was and what she was doing, her mind momentarily caught up in the moment. But those brief handful of seconds felt like excruciating minutes to Claire, whose bare pussy was mere inches from the girl’s face, her warm breath splashing on her wet vulva. But suddenly the feeling of a naked, wet tongue sliding into and up her slit sent an unrestrained and desperate moan sailing out of the vixen’s mouth. For her, it was like the first penetration after desperately ripping off a condom.

“Mmmmm, My God…” Claire moaned as she lay her head back, her body fully surrendering to the intense sensations as her legs spread back apart, though this time they remained in the air.

Arla licked the vixen’s snatch from bottom to top, the tip of her tongue slipping neatly between her velvety lips while the bulk of it lapped up the copious volume of clear arousal she had produced.

‘Fuuuck, she’s making out with them!’ Claire’s sex-addled mind exclaimed as she felt Arla’s lips get in on the action.

Indeed, her motions were very similar as she led with her tongue, the appendage slipping through the vixen’s concealed petals before sucking on one of her squishy pussy lips. Claire did little to conceal her pleasure as she covered her eyes and let any pleasured vocalizations that wanted out to escape from her mouth. She had never been particularly loud in bed, but she knew that if anyone curious enough had put their ear up to the wall, her pleasure would be evident to them as well.

Arla had her hands firmly on the fox’s thighs, her fingers gripping onto them as she held the girl’s legs open. For Claire, the feeling of being held open only increased her pleasure even further as her roommate explored her privates even further. With her legs held high and spread open, Arla wiggled her face against Claire’s pussy, coating her cheeks in her juices while the tip of her nose teased the sensitive area at the top of her cleft. By now, Claire had slid almost entirely on her back with her legs held up and forward, almost as if she were about to be mating pressed. Arla, as a result, leaned over her bent body as she kept her face buried in the fuzzy vulpine vagina. Though this had the added effect of lifting the blanket up and off the girl’s back, giving Claire a clear view of the action. She had removed her hands from her face and was now using them to hold her legs up. She could see that Arla’s eyes were nearly shut as she focused all of her efforts on the task at hand. And with the vixen’s legs out of the way, her butt had lifted up in the air as she crouched into a more comfortable position.

As she no longer had to hold onto Claire’s thighs, Arla now brought her fingers into the mix. Claire first felt the gentle touch of the digit lubing itself up at the very bottom of her cleft, just barely teasing her. Arla’s mouth meanwhile had moved up, her tongue parting the vixen’s lips as she searched for and soon found her sensitive clit. Claire’s eyes fluttered as Arla’s tongue found its mark just as her finger gently pushed into her tunnel.

“Oh…fuck! Yes! Yes! Right there…right there don’t stop!” The vixen begged as the feelings of pleasure shot up.

Arla knew exactly what she was doing as she sucked on the fox’s sensitive nub, her tongue gently flicking it as her lips worked and suckled. Her middle finger meanwhile, sank past her first two knuckles and soon she felt the rest of her hand press into the wet fur between the girl’s legs.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Claire’s voice reached a higher octave with each repetition, her eyes clamped shut as her body inched towards orgasm.

Though the vixen’s body language told Arla all she needed to know. She could feel her tensing up and knew she was almost there. As her mouth continued working the vixen over, she gently curled her finger up right onto the girl’s G-spot. These repeated beckoning motions were the final straw. Claire’s breath caught in her throat, her body tensing up as she tumbled fully over the edge. Only a barely audible squeaking noise escaped her snout as her pussy flexed and spasmed. Suddenly, breath flew back into her lungs and then back out again in a loud, yelping moan. Arla kept herself right where she was, her tongue and lips held firm on her clit as the fox rode out her orgasm. Another series of vulpine-like yips and yelps escaped the cumming vixen as waves of intense pleasure crashed over her body. The whole experience lasted for several seconds until finally she could feel herself coming down, the pleasure gradually subsiding into a warm afterglow. Only then did Arla let her finger slide out of her vagina’s tight grip and lift her mouth off of Claire’s soaked slit.

“Oh my God…Oh…” Claire sighed through heavy breathing as Arla sat upright.

She brushed her short ginger hair away from her face with her dry hand as she tried to hide a proud smile.

“So, what do you think?” She asked, almost sarcastically, as Claire still fought to get her breath back.

The vixen chuckled despite her lack of breath, she knew that Arla just wanted to hear her say it.

“That was the best orgasm I’ve had in a while, I wasn’t sure if you could make me cum but…damn.”

Arla looked away as she twirled her hair, trying in vain to hide her smile.

“See, girls do it better, we’re sensitive to each other’s needs.” She said as Claire sat herself up, the blanket now falling over her naked lap.

“Heh, can’t argue with that I suppose…uggh, we made a mess though,” Claire replied as she noticed the wetness not just between her legs but soaked into the sheets as well.

“This room is gonna smell like coochie for a month…” She lamented under her breath as Arla giggled.

“Hey, you’re lucky that your nose isn’t as sensitive!” The vixen quipped as she threw off the blankets.

‘I guess this means I don’t have to wear underwear to bed anymore…God I hate waking up with fabric stuck to my cooch or wedgied up my ass…’ Claire mused as Arla tried and failed to subtly sneak glances of the naked fox pussy.

“So um, maybe you wanna just share my bed tonight? S-since this one is all messed up?” Arla asked, her shyness once again cropping up in her voice.

‘Woman, you just ate my pussy like a buffet, you don’t need to be shy about anything right now!’ Claire thought to herself as Arla waited for an answer.

“Sure, but I gotta shower first, I’m not gonna sleep with my fur all messed up like this.”

‘I’ve made that mistake before…’ She mused as her roommate’s eyes perked up with excitement.

“Um, Could I…”

“You wanna shower together?” Claire asked, a smirk present on her snout.

Arla nodded her head, her cheeks still shiny from the wetness plastered onto them.

“Heh, sure, sounds like fun. Then maybe I can return the favor and go down on you,” The fox said in a slightly coy tone. She knew that she had never done it before, but after what she had just experienced, a sense of mild adventurism had come over her.

“O-oh, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, since this is your first time with a girl and all,” Arla replied in a polite tone as Claire tried to stand up off the bed, the fox forgetting that her underwear was still down around her knees.

“Fuckin’ damn things…” She cursed as she kicked them off her legs and stepped out. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind trying, if you’d let me.” She continued, stripping her shirt off and tossing it onto her chair.

Arla was momentarily captured by the sight of Claire’s breasts on full display. The vixen had a healthy, perky bosom with light pink nipples that just barely poked through her rusty red and white fur.

“If you’re sure, then…I wouldn’t mind.” The last part of her sentence was barely audible as once more, nervous excitement had taken over.

“Sure I’m sure, I’m not afraid to go down on somebody Arla. I mean, sure, it's only ever been dudes in the past but… I’m not afraid of a little coochie.” Claire said with a sly smile as she flicked her tail back and forth, making sure her tush was in Arla’s view as she did so.

‘Oh, now YOU’RE the one teasing!?’ Claire told herself as she bent over to pick up her discarded underwear, her tail lifted the whole time.

“Well, come on! A hot shower on a cold night…with your roommate.” She continued, now enjoying being a tease towards Arla.

And as she padded off towards the suite’s bathroom, she heard the unmistakable sound of a pair of human feet on the cold tile.