Stud-Sitting Part 5
Kipcha murred softly as she laid back against the length of the bench. She looked down the length of her body at the smiling rabbit that was currently kneading her left paw in his fingers. After having told the rabbit of her bathtub escapades he had offered to give her a foot massage to help her still aching feet. He had even massaged a few of the sore spots in her legs from the pumping the horse had put them through.
Kipcha shut her eyes as she went into a state of bliss at the rabbit's touch only to be rudely woken by a rumbling in her stomach. She blushed and put a hand to her belly as she said, "Guess it's lunch time; care to join me?"
Zander nodded and said, "Sure thing. I can finish the foot rub after lunch." He stood and helped the fox to her feet before saying, "If you want, I can cook you something. Oak is a pretty picky eater so I never get to go crazy too much."
Kipcha smiled as she led Zander back to her house and nodded eagerly. "That sounds wonderful. Our fridge is still fully stocked so I am sure there is plenty in there you can cook up."
Not long after, Kipcha was seated at her dinner table, legs propped up on a spare chair she found in the closet, and was watching Zander cook up a storm. He said he was making a traditional stir-fry, and the sounds of sizzling and the smells of cooking meat and vegetables was starting to make her drool. Finally, when she saw Zander plate two large helpings, she laughed and said, "That smells amazing!"
Zander put a plate down in front of her and said, "It's not a whole lot. One of these days I will invite you over to dinner when Oak is out on his scheduled ruts and cook you up the best meal of your life."
Kipcha smiled and said, "That would be lovely; thank you." With that, she picked up a fork and began to eat. From the first bite she was in love with the dish. The flavors were balanced perfectly and the sauce was nice and smooth. She also enjoyed the slight heat from some pepper she could not identify. By the time she was done, she had cleared her plate completely.
Kipcha spent a few hours talking to Zander, all the while the rabbit finding every knot in her body and massaging it out, and learned a few interesting things about him. It turned out he had been a stray for a while, lived as the pet of some snobbish old wolf, and finally been adopted into a loving family as a real son. After that, he came to work here to help support himself and still send some money back to his family.
"Well, the studs ought to be getting home soon so I best be getting everything set up for Oak," Zander said at last as he stood. He set down the glass of sweet tea he had been sipping on, a pitcher of which was now sitting in the fridge, and started toward the door. He stopped in the doorway and said, "Oh, if you need anything give me a call. We are extension 22. Just pick up the phone and hit our number and I should be the one to pick up. Oak hates answering the phone."
Kipcha nodded and watched the rabbit leave. She watched him for a while as he walked back to his house and couldn't help but think she had just made a friend here that she would likely call upon more than once. If anything his foot rub was simply amazing. Closing the front door, she walked back into the kitchen to begin the dishes.
Kipcha's ear twitched as she heard the door open and close, followed by the sound of hooves walking across the floor. She heard Phillip enter the kitchen and she set down the dish she was cleaning. As she went to say hello, however, she suddenly felt his hands around her hips and her feet leave the ground. Letting out a yip, she said, "What are you doing?"
Phillip gave a soft snort and a bit of a laugh as he carried her over to the table. Setting her down and turning her to face him, she stared right into the head of his already erect shaft. She blushed and bit her lower lip, wondering what the horse had in mind.
"Your paws worked wonders last night; best load I ever rubbed out. Now I wanna do it again," Phillip said as he laid her back and slid up along the table. He took her feet gently in his hands and said, "Your paws are so soft; they are perfect for this."
Kipcha flushed scarlet red and said, "You know, you just can't come in and do this whenever you want. I may be a fox, but that doesn't make me fuckable."
Phillip gave a snort and pressed her feet against his hot length. Already a bead of pre was forming on the tip and he tapped it to make it fall onto Kipcha's stomach. "I never said you were, now did I? If I thought you were fuckable I'd be fucking your tail, not your feet." He groaned as he began to slide his shaft between her rough pads and he added, "I may be a bit impatient when it comes to getting some release but I'm not going to rape you for it. You can't say you don't like this much at least."
Kipcha bit her lower lip and looked up at the ceiling. He was right, completely and totally, but did she dare admit it? His shaft felt wonderful as it slid over her sensitive pads and his musk was... intoxicating. She was swimming in it as soon as she felt her feet leave the ground. Heck, the fact that he could lift her off the ground with such ease made her... She shook her head a bit and looked back at the cockhead and grew closer towards her face before finally slipping back to her feet. Reaching out with trembling fingers, she wrapped her hands around his shaft as well.
Phillip smiled and said, "Good fox. I knew you liked this."
Kipcha wanted to retort, call him an ass for using such a line. She wasn't his pet; he didn't have the right to call her his 'good fox'. She had a name after all. Still, there was something about the dominating nature of the male that... did she dare admit it? She didn't have to admit it, the horse had figured it out on his own.
Phillip smiled as he held both her feet in one hand and continued to pump slowly. Now having a free hand, he dipped a single finger down and ran it over her slit. She was wet, almost dripping, and her scent was having the same effect on him that his had on her. He raised the now glistening finger to her face and said, "You can't deny what that is. Now, be a good girl and lick my finger clean."
Kipcha growled softly and said, "Smug bastard." However, she still dipped her head forward and took the finger into her mouth. She had never tasted her own juices before and, with a pang of guilt, she had to admit she liked it. She pulled back and began to use her hands to stroke the shaft they held so tenderly. She knew where he load would be aimed this time but she didn't care. If anything she would just take an early bath.
Phillip huffed as he began to speed up. His grip on her feet became almost painful, but not enough to make her stop. He snorted as he thrust quicker into the fox's soft and tender grip, his shaft leaking a line of pre that ran from her belly button to between her small breasts. Her legs had been bent again and it placed her shaft perfectly for a few drops of pre to splash onto Kipcha's face.
The vixen moaned softly and trembled as she was used for the male's pleasure. This time she didn't even have a hand to paw with and her slit was begging for some sort of stimulation. It would have to wait though; she had other things to do right now. Still, as the male leaked a heavy amount of pre onto her fur, she had a feeling that her climax would come whether she was touched again or not.
Phillip's sack made a dull smack against Kipcha's thighs. Every impact brought him agonizingly close to release but it was still just out of reach. Speeding up to the same speed he used to breed the mares, he heard the table knocking against the wall with each thrust. Finally, a sweet scent met his nose and the sound of the fox's orgasm met his ears. The little fox had cum without ever touching herself. With a loud snort and a louder moan he gripped her feet painfully hard and his cock began to spasm. He shut his eyes as gush after gush of thick horse seed coated the vixen's chest and face.
Kipcha had to close her eyes, but she couldn't close her nose. The smell of his seed was stronger than she could imagine and as it painted her face she felt her mouth open. She wanted to taste it, to savor the flavor of it. She would feel horrible for it later but for now she got what she wanted. Her mouth was soon filled with the salty flavor of the thick cream.
Phillip pulled away as his cock hung down between his legs. As he pulled back, he left a line of semen that ran from her chest down over her mound. He gave a soft snort of amusement as he saw the vixen licking her lips, her face matted down and her chest sticky. He grabbed her tail and wiped the rest of his cum off into it. If she cussed him out for it later he would apologize. If not he would be sure to do it again. Finally, he simply walked out of the kitchen with the simple words of, "Thanks fox."