Stud-Sitting Part 6
Kipcha didn't sleep well that night; for obvious reasons. She had to take three baths to get the smell of the horse's musk out of her fur. The first bath she had missed the spot on her tail and between her breasts. Second bath she sniffed herself and could smell the enticing musk that started to make her wet again. Slapping herself to clear her head she had bathed a third time and finally felt at ease. Still, she couldn't forget the taste of his seed; the sweet, slightly salty, and simply creamy taste of his spunk. She cursed the horse for what he had done but she needed the job too bad to let it get to her.
Finally, as day broke and light seeped in through the small fox's window, Kipcha began to stir. Rising, she rubbed sleep from her eyes and shook her fur slightly to help rid her body of sleep. Her ears flicked and she looked about the bedroom as the soft sound of metal tapping against metal caught her ears. She couldn't find anything in the room to cause it and her ears strained to listen for it again. She heard it and it sounded really close. Getting on her knees at the side of the bed, Kipcha looked under her bed. Nothing was there but some dust bunnies and her sandals.
Standing, Kipcha heard the sound again and put her hand on the back of her neck. She gasped as she felt something solid under her hand, not flesh or fur, and she traced over the leathery band until she found the source of the sound. Growling, Kipcha struggled with the latch to the collar and ripped it off her neck. Holding it up, she read the small silver tag aloud. "Property of Phillip. If found please return with minimal use to house number nineteen. Free to fu...." She snarled and dug her claws into the collar until they passed through and pressed into the flesh of her palm. Storming from her room she caught her reflection in the mirror. She didn't stare though; the rage on her face would scare even her.
Her left hand left a jagged line of claw marks on the door to Phillip's room and her right balled into a fist. She slammed into the door hard and the sound of impact rang through the house. Fuck the job, fuck the pay and benefits. This horse was going to be out of work in just a few moments; her claws would see to that.
Finally, the sound of a click signaled the bedroom door being unlocked. With a soft creak, the door opened and Phillip stuck his head out. Rubbing his eyes to rid them of sleep, he didn't see the rage the fox displayed and he foolishly said, "What is it fox? Want another foot fuck? Why not be a good little pet and go get me some coffee." Suddenly, he let out a scream of anguish as he felt a sharp stabbing pain in his crotch. Luckily for him Kipcha had not grabbed well enough to do any damage but the pain would be more than enough to leave a lasting memory.
Kipcha tightened her grip on the horse's cock and balls as her right hand slapped hard against his face. She felt het claws leave scratches, not deep enough to really show through his fur, but the sting would cause the most notice. Letting the horse's crotch go, she snarled and said, "You fucking asshole! Give me one reason I shouldn't rip your balls off and serve them to you for breakfast with a side order of your cock!" She didn't' care if she was loud, didn't care that the neighbors could hear. Her eyes burned from tears that streamed down her face and with a sorrowful sob she looked away.
Phillip fell back onto the floor in pain. He held onto his injured groin and said, "P..Please, let me explain!" However, before he could his door was slammed shut as the fox turned and fled back to her room. "Fuck..." he said as he tried to stand. The pain was intense but even he knew he deserved at least part of it. He had expected some anger, a slap to the face, but did she have to try and rip his schlong off? Standing on shaking legs, he grabbed a small bottle of painkillers from his dresser and popped a few in his mouth. He sat back on the bed and waited for them to kick in.
Kipcha sat in her room, curled up on the bed, and her small body trembled as she sobbed. Her ears folded back and her eyes stung but she didn't care anymore. She wanted to go away from this place, wanted to talk to someone, wanted to be held right now. Still, she felt so alone as she laid curled up into a tight ball on the bed. After about twenty minutes, a knock on her door signaled someone's arrival. She didn't say anything to the knock, nor did she react when the door opened and the sound of hooves crossing the floor caught her ears. What was he going to do now?
Phillip sighed as he sat at the foot of the fox's bed, the horse feeling low as he realized just how much his plan had backfired. Looking to the small and trembling creature he bit his lower lip and held back a sob of his own. Finally, with a quake in his voice, he said, "Kipcha... I'm so sorry. I never..." He looked away and said, "I know you won't believe me, hell you probably hate me, but I really did do it for the best."
Phillip was about to stand when the fox next to him said in a soft and tearful voice, "Just stop lying to me you sick bastard. You...What could you possibly think was helpful about... all of this?"
Phillip sat back a bit and said, "The sad truth of the matter is it really was for the best. I overheard Zander yesterday when he was talking to Oak. Oak had made the comment that he... well... he wanted more than what I took. Zander told him to shut up and then came to find me. When... when I heard that Oak and a few of the other studs were planning to get their rocks off in you I knew I needed to do something. Then I remembered that you seemed to really like the foot fuck in the bath tub. So... I did it again but this time I didn't ask. I just did it. I wanted you to stand up for yourself but you didn't do it. Then I knew that if all of those males came to you, smelling of musk and want, that they might try and fool you into lifting tail. So... I went out last night and bought the collar and tag and slipped it onto you while you slept.
"It's true that quite a few of the males on this farm hold the idea foxes are fuckable but I don't think that. Every second of the last two days... the table thing, cumming on you... the collar... it ate me up inside. I hated acting like the horny lustful thing you have seen me act like the last few days. I swear Kipcha I never wanted to hurt you. If I had wanted to hurt you I would have just spread your little legs and drove myself on home."
Kipcha looked up and said, "Y...You... Promise me that you are telling the truth. Swear it or get the fuck out of here."
Phillip nodded and said, "I swear to you young fox that I would never do anything to hurt you. I only wanted to help you; I just didn't know what else to do."
Kipcha wiped the tears from her eyes and said, "If that really is true then... thank you. I really don't think I would have been able to... to stop myself. I hate the fact I was so weak with you but I'm afraid of what would have happened if all of those males..." She bit her lower lip and said, "I'm sorry for hurting you too. Are you going to be okay?"
Phillip smiled warmly and said, "Pain killers took care of it for now. Little bit of bleeding but nothing bad. It will hurt like hell in the morning though. Still... I deserved it. Just promise me that you won't back down from a fight and if anyone tries anything like this on you again you will give them worse than you gave me and we can call this whole thing even in my book."
Kipcha sat up and nodded as she said, "Deal. Maybe now... I can get to know the real you?"
Phillip nodded and said, "I'd really like that."