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"Any women," the knowledgeable fox confirms, patiently answering Willa's questions. "Marrying to breed has rules, whereas marrying for love does not; breeding only works if the species are close enough, but pleasure's universal. Though, such lenience on same-sex marriage was only legalized recently. This doesn't really affect dating, which has always been lax."

"Well, don't that beat all," Willa muses. "Guess I never thought of it, but I wonder if it'd be somethin' for me, you know?"

The fox swirls the remains of her drink at her last query before gulping it down. "Would you like to find out?" She asks before amending, "From me, I mean."

The sheep's eyes look straight at the fox with a wide-eyed stare, and her mouth drops in a cartoonish display. "I... wait, what? You and me? You'd... you'd date me?" she says, kicking her feet, grabbing her seat. "But we just met, and I'm some dumb hick who doesn't know nothing, and you're a rich lady who knows so much," she gulps, whispering like a child telling a tattle. "You're so small... how would that work...?"

"If dating sounds too weird, you can call it a learning experience," the fox assures her. "After all, if you've never dated before, you wouldn't wanna be stuck with me, but you might wish to learn a few things before you find someone you're ready to be serious with. I don't mind where we came from if you don't, so that shouldn't matter. As for size, well...."

A soft giggle escapes her as she closes the gap, lightly touching her nose to Willa's without actually kissing her. "That's another lesson for you to learn, isn't it?" She practically purrs, sultry eyes still locked onto the sheep's innocent peepers.

The sheep blushes deeply at that, feeling something inside her she hadn't before. Liquid courage, as her uncle had called it, perhaps. "I, uh, gee, well, I want to learn all about adulting, and I guess... I guess this will be a great lesson!" She nods with enthusiasm. "Then teach me, Miss!"

The fox nods simply, accepting the sheep's teaching as her responsibility. She steps back from Willa to give her room to maneuver. "I'll start by teaching you about your body, Willa," she explains. "Follow me, but with every step you take, I want you to remove a piece of your outfit until there's nothing left."

A simple instruction, but with quite the implication behind it. Unless the fox led her somewhere nearby, Willa would be walking about nude in someone else's house.

She's a bright tomato red at this point, hearing those words. But something in her mind is buzzing, and her heart flutters deeper down. "O... oh my... A... alright..." she says. "I... I didn't expect my first adult adventure to be so... so sexy." She hops off of the stool and takes a deep breath. She takes a step and unhooks her overalls. They fall and reveal her panties. She steps again and lifts up her blouse, showing off her bra. Another step, and she reaches back, arms fumbling, fingers playing a moment before finally unsnapping it. "Aa... I hope this is... something you like?" she says, pulling her bra off, showing off her large and bouncy tits, and finally, another step. She bends forward, pulling down her panties, baring it all.

Willa is a clean gal and well-groomed. Her fluff mostly comes in her hair, though as a sheep, she must adhere to a regimen of shearing, so she's gotten good at keeping her wool mostly short but not so short as to destroy her modesty. This includes slight extra fluffiness at her chest and between her legs.

"Ain't no one see me like this..." she says, rubbing her arm, "But... I'm willing to try new things... to get out of my comfort zone and all."

"Very much so, WIlla," the fennec compliments the sheep, never taking her eyes off her; apparently, she knows her home so well that she can effortlessly navigate it while walking backward. "You're a charming young lady, skilled at self-grooming if no one's seen you like this before me."

Willa's body shudders through the cool air on her skin. She's never been nude like this, not walking around home. Being around people always means she must be as covered up as possible, so hearing the compliment spurs her on.

"W-well, miss. I know Roxy says she does things with her wool, different lengths in different places, or even shorter in some, I s'pose!"

"It'll take a while to let it grow out, but I'm sure there are many fun things that can be done on the canvas of your body, Willa."

The kitchen leads to a high-ceilinged dining hall with a table that can easily seat twenty with plenty of arm space, but the fox still leads Willa further.

From the dining room to the foyer, a long hall that leads from the double doors to a twin staircase, one of which the host leads her guest up, there seem to be a few other places, including a hall straight ahead, that can go up from here, but the fox is still leading Willa.

Up the stairs to the carpeted second floor, now muffling Willa's hoof steps as she continues to follow her mysterious benefactor, down the hall to one door leading to a simple room.

Though 'simple' in this case means basic furnishing; though not as big as the kitchen, the room is still larger than anything poor Willa has ever grown up in, with a four-poster canopy queen-sized bed that resembles one from a fairy tale... or a pricy catalog.

"Would you prefer to kneel on the bed or the floor?" the fennec asks, her tone equivalent to inquiring whether Willa wanted tomatoes or cucumbers on a sandwich.

The feelings flood back to Willa, blushing brightly and stammering, "W... wha... why I... I don't know, miss...!" she says truthfully. "S-suppose it depends on what's coming next!"

"Well, I intend to learn what you don't know about your body," the fox explains, even taking a casual walk around Willa to see all of her, "so I can teach you what you should-and perhaps would like to-know about your body, about adult pleasure, and about how you might respond to it and more. Still, I'd rather not go further than you're ready for."