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This story was written for Ebni as part of my patreon request days for December 2017. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults. :3

House Rules

Everyone knew that there were always rules which had to be obeyed whenever you attended a party at the Robinson mansion. Sometimes the rules were silly, things like everyone having to wear at least one item of pink clothing or perform a forfeit, or even pleasant things like anyone arriving at the yearly halloween party not being able to leave without a whole sack full of various candy treats gathered from around the spookily decorated mansion. At certain times though, and at certain particularly private, more discretely advertised parties throughout the year, the house rules took on a more intimate tone.

Around Valentines day each year there was a party held with a whole host of kinky rules for practically every room of the house, acts that had to be performed with a new partner each time to gain access to new areas and the fun held within them. In the middle of the summer there were semi-regular pool parties held on the grassy shores of the mansion's lake, with skinny dipping absolutely mandatory for all attendees. And when it grew cold and wintery, and the Candlenights season was well and truly underway, there came the party with only one rule.

'If you find yourself under the mistletoe, it doesn't have to stop at kissing.'

Jake blushed as he slipped into the dining room where a large table was laid out with the most delectable buffet spread. Cold meats, cheeses, sundried tomatoes and olives; a Mediterranean feast to accompany the heating that had been cranked way up through most of the rest of the house, leading to most guests having abandoned their winter clothes and either wandering around nude or in their underwear alone. He was blushing not only because his lithe vulpine body was clad in nothing more than a blue pair of briefs, but because of who he had been forced to squeeze past to get into the dining room. Pressed up against one side of the double doorway, a plump skunk was wrapped around a rather buff wolf. The two of them were kissing deeply, but from the sounds the skunk was making and the motion of one of the wolf's hands between the other woman's legs, they most definitely were not just kissing, making full use of the house rule.

By the time he got most of the way to the dining table, Jake could feel his erection tenting his underwear rather obviously out in front of him. His face flushed crimson beneath his lush fur, and he moved as close to the table as possible in an attempt to hide himself. This was his first time at one of these parties, and he had promised himself that he wouldn't freak out. Now though, now that he was actually here, it was impossible not to be somewhat freaked out by just how casual everyone else was, and just how nervous, how inexperienced he felt in comparison. With his hands trembling he picked up a paper plate and began to stack it with prosciutto, salami, several slices of different cheeses. It was the olives that proved his undoing however, for no sooner had he slipped one onto his plate and taken a single step afterwards, it came rolling right back off again. It bounced off the edge of the plate, skipped up into the air just a few inches, fell to the floor, and promptly rolled right under the table.

Setting his plate down with a groan of frustration and embarrassment, the fox disappeared beneath the table. The last thing he wanted to do was leave a mess that someone else might step on bare-pawed, thus as he peered beneath the table and saw the olive resting on the floor some distance away, having rolled cleanly through the table's legs and emerged out on the far side, he moved hurriedly to retrieve it before any of the other figures milling around the room could suffer due to his lack of coordination. Emerging from the far side of the table some ten seconds later, Jake darted towards the olive with no time wasted looking around him. The last thing he wanted right now was to see someone looking, to see someone pointing and giggling at him as he scrabbled around on the floor like a crawling baby. For that reason though, as he honed in on the lost morsel of food, he completely failed to notice the pair of legs which had been standing practically right next to the point at which he had popped out from beneath the table.

"Oh!"

His eyes bulged, he whimpered and he heard a shocked voice give a surprised gasp of its own as a moment or so later, just before he could reach out and grab the offending olive, the pair of legs turned and a huge, thick fluffy tail swung round and buried his face in its lush, abundant fur.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"

Groaning in dismay, Jake pulled back as best he could from the tangle of soft, pleasantly berry scented fur, having to actively lift a portion of the tail off himself so that he could see the figure to which it was attached. He expected to be yelled at, at the very least to receive a grunt of frustration as the person in question quite rightly objected to having their tail walked into by some idiot crawling around under a table. Instead however, as he set eyes upon the raised eyebrows and curiously smirking features of a plump snow leopard, he heard a soft giggle.

"It's okay. I just... I didn't expect anyone to be so eager to take me up on my offer."

The fox's already wide eyes almost popped out of their sockets as he watched what happened next. The woman before him, maybe two or three years his senior at most, reached down to her midsection. She hooked her thumbs around the hem of the lacy white panties she was wearing, what he now noticed to be the only item of clothing she was wearing, and with Jake's face barely a foot away from it as he knelt beside her, still in the shade of her lush tail, she tugged down the rear of her panties to flash her rounded, plump ass at him.

He stared, unable to look away. He whimpered, trembling and feeling his already hard cock throbbing more urgently than before. He swallowed thickly, shaking his head in appalled embarrassment as he stammered and squirmed on the spot.

"I... I'm s-sorry, I didn't... I d-don't know... I mean..."

He was so confused, but the snow leopard just smiled at him reassuringly and gave another gentle, adorably relaxed giggle.

"Don't apologise, it's okay. Just follow the rules."

She wiggled her ass playfully, and twitched her tail. Jake groaned in confusion, but looked upward as her tail shifted and he saw something moving within its fluffy mass. Something different from the snowy white, grey and slightly darker rosettes of colour across its length. A soft groan of realisation escaped his lips when finally he identified what it was, and then as his brain put two and two together and his eyes darted back towards the bare ass now being unabashedly presented to him, a deeper, more desperate groan followed it.

Mistletoe.

This woman had mistletoe tied under her tail. And now, because of the house rule, he had to react to it. He had to, otherwise what was even the point of him being here?

His cheeks flushed as he scooted forward, burning hotter and brighter as she saw him moving closer and squealed with delighted mirth. Jake's whole face burned crimson as he stared at that ass, those soft, round, rather beautiful soft furred cheeks, drawing himself more completely upright where he was kneeling and leaning closer, closer to those undeniably irresistible curves.

The fox pecked the snow leopard oh so delicately, oh so lightly and briefly upon her left cheek. She giggled, but as she saw him begin to pull back hurriedly, as she saw him preparing to scramble back to his feet, she whimpered playfully.

"Y-you don't have to stop with a kiss, remember..."

She leaned further forward, shifting position slightly so that her upper body could lean against the large table from which Jake had emerged what already felt like an eternity ago. Her hands let go of her underwear, and grasped at her own buttocks. Jake's eyes bulged as he watched them spread apart until all of a sudden he was staring at the snow leopard's pink pucker, exposed and no longer nestled away between those plump cheeks. He looked up, past the woman's rear and to where her face was craning around to look back at him, curiously, hopefully. He whined bashfully, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't imagine that she possibly wanted him to do this to her. He had to be misunderstanding. He had to be misinterpreting her.

There was no possible way to misinterpret what escaped her muzzle next though, no matter how hard Jake's lack of confidence tried to find one.

"Please..."

She whispered rather throatily, rather lustfully to the fox, spreading her cheeks apart further still and wiggling her ass at him, seductively tempting him with the pink, winking pucker of her back passage.

"Please. The rules say you don't have to stop with a kiss. S-so... please... don't stop."

By Jeeves

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