Kita-2.txt
Kita 2 - M/f - Anal/Oral/Straight/Masturbation/Seduction - May 29, 2011 By Afril, With lots of help from Chaos Blackwing (cl) 2011 The Gay Furry Association
In case it isn't clear - Kita may only be 5 years 'old', but she has the mind-set, and the body, of a teenager.
Kita shivered... Tonight - Tonight she hoped would be The night. For several months now, the vixen had been working with the handle of her brush. Pressing it between her legs, rubbing it back and forth... It had felt better than her fingers, but it hadn't fit - At first. She still got Daddy off with her muzzle and hands every chance she got, but she wanted to be a 'Real Female' for him too. That meant putting his penis between her legs and... She giggled, in her rump. That was what the females in the magazines Daddy sometimes looked at did. She had studied each one carefully, wanting to make sure she did it Right when she got to do this... And of course everything was exactly as she found it when Daddy came home.
The vixen shuddered as she carefully slipped the wooden handle between her legs, squatting slowly, letting it tell her how fast or slow she should go. At least until it was all the way inside her... Then she gripped it with both hands and rode the thing for all she was worth, panting and gasping until she shuddered, explosions running up and down her spine. And when she could stop squeezing the brush, she sighed... There it was again - The Mess. It wasn't much of a mess, but more than enough that she worried about Daddy finding out. Especially since she was drippy for a little while afterwards... It felt good, but did it Have to be so messy? At first she thought she had peed herself... But it wasn't pee, or blood. Just clear and slippery. Just another mystery... Maybe when she was older, someone would tell her.
She had only been able to get the handle all the way between her legs for a couple of days now - What made her stomp her foot was the fact it slid into her rump a lot easier... Well, a little easier anyway. It had hurt of course... But with some hand-creme and a lot of patience, it had gone in. And every time she tried, it went in a little easier. And deeper... Until she could squat and shove the whole handle between her cheeks and walk around, giggling at the tingling feeling it gave off. And that meant she could take Daddy up there too...
Which was great. Except - She was afraid Daddy would take too long to pop in her rear. That he would wake up and find her bouncing in his lap and be mad... Kita didn't want Daddy to be mad. She wanted him to be happy... She wanted to be a Real Female that Daddy could have sex with. Then maybe he wouldn't drink so much, or make those sounds that tore her up inside... Or use his hand to stroke his penis with. She could do that. She could stroke it and suck it and put it between her legs and Daddy would be happier... At least until he found a Human wife. Kita knew she couldn't be Daddy's forever. She was going to grow up and do something else... Whatever that was.
The one time she asked about what lay between his legs, Daddy made her sit in front of the Screen, and it told her about male-bits and female-bits and what their names were. And she had to repeat them without making a face. It was all cold and clinical, and a little bit scary... After that, whenever Daddy let her shower with him, she washed his feet and legs and back... And sometimes his cute tail-less butt. But even though she might look (And pretend not to), she never touched or asked about his penis again. Why was it bad? It didn't have teeth, or spit poison or even hurt her when she caressed it... His stuck out, hers went in - Didn't that mean they were supposed to fit together like bolts and nuts? She giggled... Cucumber and bag would be closer to the truth. Besides, they both had rumps and mouths and throats... At one time, Daddy's breasts had been a little bigger than hers... Not anymore - Now she had a pair of red furred mounds with black nipples that felt good when she rubbed them.
Kita sighed again, and carefully pulled the handle from between her legs, getting still more messy liquid splashing the towel she kneeled on. There was no way she could do this with Daddy in the chair... She would soak his pants and he would Know she had done something naughty while he slept. And that would make Daddy unhappy... She carefully cleaned the brush-handle, looking at the puddle between her legs. It really wasn't Much... Kind of like - She giggled. Then thought... Then giggled some more. Daddy slept Nude. And when he drank too much, he sometimes had... 'Accidents' - All over his belly. She clapped her hands - If she got Daddy to make her 'Messy', then she could have a wet cloth handy and clean him up. That way they could Both be happy...
She picked up the damp towel and made sure to dry herself off, replacing the brush on the stand. Kita hated sneaking around, doing Naughty things while Daddy slept... But until he asked her to be his Female, she would do it. To keep Daddy from crying in his sleep. To keep him from moaning and slapping his penis with his hand - It looked painful, the way he made those faces. She just had to be patient, to wait until the day came when she could Hold Daddy when he sighed. Be there when he reached out to grab a pillow, and hug it tightly. Loneliness was crying yourself to sleep, knowing no one cared about you - Not the guards, not the Screens that tells you all you need to know, over and over again. Pain was the cold wire on your toes. The cold water you wash in when you can't stand the smell of yourself anymore. The pang of hunger when you aren't fed that day. The searing agony when they pushed the 'Bad' button.
Kita washed herself off, dressed, and waited. Would he still want to be called 'Daddy' when they were Male/Female? Others called him 'John'. John was a nice name... She hoped he would still call her Kita. John and Kita, a Happy Couple. The vixen could but hope...
* * * *
John came home at the usual time. And there she was - His... Not-So-Little anymore fox. Damn, she was starting to fill that dress out... Where was the giggly little cub, who came running to greet him and take his too-big case? The same vixen stood, smiling, and waiting for him to come in. That same tail swept the floor as she came up to kiss his cheek and take his case. Damn... As Kita turned to take the briefcase into the Den, he gasped. She had Hips! Hips that swayed in the dress as she walked, showing off her... Butt? When did his little cub grow Hips? When did her rear fill out enough to be a... Rear?
She returned, taking his hand. "Are you ok, Daddy?"
And he melted. In the same way he had melted the first time a ball of red fluff launched herself at his leg, giggling and hugging it and saying, 'Daddy'... As only she could. Yes, 'Daddy' was ok... Just - Surprised. She giggled and hugged him... Oh, Gods. She wasn't wearing a bra either... Twin round bumps pressed against his chest, and he felt the heat through every layer of cloth they had on.
"What would you like for Dinner?"
His eyes tracked the shapely butt all the way into the other room. "Ummm... Anything." The man somehow got his coat off and hung up, noting the house was clean. Swept and scrubbed and... For a moment, he saw Kita on all fours, naked... Her breasts bouncing as she pushed the scrub-brush across the floor. Unnffff! John made a somewhat stiff-legged walk over to his Chair, quickly sitting in it. What the hell? It wasn't like he hadn't seen her naked before... She helped him wash when he was hung-over. She got him dressed and ready for work when all he wanted to do was die. Of course he had looked at her cute little butt - Even patted it several times, making the vixen giggle. But that was when she was a Cub...
Now she was... Was... Coming over to hand him his drink, leaning over - And of course his eyes went straight to her cleavage. It wasn't Huge, but there was more than enough to show there was a pair of tits in that dress.
"Are you sure you feel ok, Daddy?" A black-stockinged hand touched his forehead. "You feel a little warm..." She politely waited while John gulped his drink down. "Another?" she asked when he finished, and left to fetch the second round, all the while his eyes were glued to the swishing tail.
John idly wondered if her panties slid under her tail, exposing an inch or so of rump... or if it had a hole that she slid her tail through. Or maybe she wore something like a thong that showed off both cheeks - What was wrong with him? She was a clone, born in a vat just like hundreds of others. At least those that made it... Part of the papers in his case were reports on those that didn't. They would never grow up, or see the inside of a bedroom, or make someone laugh... They were just tissue samples to be studied. And sometimes it was better that way - Deformations were never pretty. Unlike the female who came in with that blessed second glass of booze. Afterward, he decided a shower was in order... And there was Kita, taking his glass, helping him with his shoes, socks... Undoing his pants - Unbuttoning his shirt. She was a furry shoulder to hold onto as he stood up, his pants falling around his ankles, his shirt being slipped off, and was his undershirt.
All that kept him modest was a pair of white briefs... And those were tenting badly. As black fingers touched the cloth he jumped - No! He could manage... With a soft giggle and a kiss on his burning cheek, the vixen gathered his clothes and disappeared down the hallway. John made sure the coast was clear before trotting down to his room, tossing the underwear out the door before diving into the bathroom. What was Wrong with him? She was what - Five at the most. The female Might see twenty years... Might. And he was getting all hot-and-bothered over a 5-year old? She didn't Look like any toddler - She looked to be about 3 times that age... Of course, he wasn't but fifteen himself when he was looking at busts and rears and other female body-parts.
So Kita was growing up... They all did. Maybe he was so nervous because this was only his second 'charge'... The first one - Didn't make it. A heart-defect that wasn't found until after he had her for a year. It had taken several months of hard work, but he found the defective strand... And ruthlessly destroyed it. There were bound to be others... Defects that slipped through the cracks. That was why his briefcase was full of reports and charts and diagrams - To find those 'Problems'. The others might do it to better the 'Product'... He did it so no one would ever have to find their little cub in bed - Not breathing. Not moving...
Speaking of cubs... In came Kita. With nothing but her fur on! She padded past the gaping human, setting the water in the shower just how he liked it. And then stood a moment, her hand out, head tilted to one side a little. She was the same cub he had held in his arms and cuddled and wrestled with, and patted her butt just to hear her laugh. Yet - There were a pair of red-furred breasts, with black nipples, hanging from her chest now. They weren't exactly hanging... But they were plenty big enough to make his mouth dry up. And the belly he had tickled countless times seemed... More feminine. The same thatch of red fur ran between her legs, but it seemed - Longer.
She laughed at his blushing stare, putting one hand on his shoulder and the other on his butt, guiding the stumbling human into the shower. And didn't That feel all kinds of strange... But the water felt good. And her fingers digging the stress out of his shoulders felt even better. The vixen washed his back, kneeling to pat his mostly hairless rump, making his face burn as she giggled and squeezed his cheeks, doing what she had done most every day since she had come here. An eternity later, her naughty fingers slid down his thighs across his calves and to his ankles. Then she tapped his hip - Gods! No way he was going to turn around... Not with a dick so hard it hurt - Hey! He rubbed his nipped-on rear.
"The water won't stay hot forever, Daddy."
He sighed and turned around, feeling the green eyes devour his - Problem. Then she giggled and went to work on his toes. How could something as simple as getting your feet washed be so erotic? It didn't help matters when as she worked his legs and thighs, her hot breath 'washed' over his erection. Then she bypassed his crotch entirely, kissing his belly.
When Kita had first seen him without a shirt, the kit had walked up and touched his belly, eyes wide. "Daddy... Did I come from there?" John had sputtered helplessly for a while, until he could gather his wits enough to shake his head. The little mouth pursed into an 'oh' as she kept patting his stomach.
"Are you going to have another cub?" made him lose it completely, picking up the silly little vixen and tickle her until she yipped laughter.
The memory made John laugh softly and lift his 'charge' up to her feet. "I think I can finish..." He kissed her forehead, and held the female for a moment... Then patted her butt, making the vixen giggle and step out of the stall, wrapping herself in a couple of towels and jogging off to her room - John didn't keep a hair-dryer, and there was no way to get all that fur dry without one. And didn't that furry ass feel good in his hand... He slapped his dick, sighing. Too damn tired to jerk-off... Maybe in the morning - An image of black fingers stroking his dick came unbidden... A pink tongue caressing the tip, muzzle open to catch his seed - Hells! She wouldn't even hesitate... What made Daddy happy, made Her happy.
John swallowed the name he was about to utter, shut the water off and got out to work a towel roughly over his body. He was tired... That was it - Just tired. But tired didn't account for the lucid dreams - Him reclining in his chair. A naked cub, straddling his legs as she undid his zipper. Pulled his cock out to touch it, lick it... Then his balls, held and caressed and nuzzled on. He wanted to yell at her - 'Bad Cub! Naughty Girl! No!' But in his dream all he did was moan as she opened her muzzle and engulfed him. Bobbed her head and swirled her tongue over his throbbing meat - And when he came, she drank it all, squeezing the shaft to empty it. Then she would kiss his cock-tip so sweetly, so lovingly... Roll his nuts in her black hands.
And when he Did wake, there was Kita - In her night-clothes, shaking his arm, asking him if he wanted something to eat before bed. And He was the naked one, tucking her into bed, giving her a goodnight kiss on her forehead, before stumbling back to his own room. He was just so busy... Too busy to notice a cute cub growing up - And out, becoming a very pretty female. He groaned... Soon she would be asking questions - 'Why do I get wet between my legs sometimes?' Because you are becoming a mature female. 'When can I have cubs?' You can't. Not with Daddy, not with anyone. A fail-safe built into all the clones. 'Daddy... What is Sex?'
Whoever said, 'God's revenge on Fathers are Daughters' had it so, so right! Speaking of demons - Kita stood in the doorway, wearing something frilly and white... And hiding absolutely Nothing. Not the red-furred breasts, with those black button-nipples that pushed the cloth up. Not the white panties that barely covered her crotch. She had a couple of Aspirin, and a glass of water, which she put on the bed-stand. Then she came up and hugged him... Her tits pressed against his chest, her cloth-covered crotch pushed his erection against her belly, and she put her head on his shoulder, sighing softy.
John's shaky hands landed on the furry rump, making the female giggle as she held him. "Daddy, are you cold?" He was shaking for a completely different reason... John yeeped as a firm hand gripped His rear, guiding him to the bed, helping him sit. Guilt made him sweat as he stared at the firm, red mounds inches from his face... How long had it been since he tucked his Kita into bed - Days? Weeks? Longer? Gods... A firm hand took his shaking one, putting the pills in it. Helped him get them into his mouth, chased down with a couple gulps of water.
"Kita... I -"
She giggled and kissed His forehead. "I understand, Daddy. You are very busy, doing Important work. But you won't always be busy. Someday you will have time for me again. I can wait..." Taking his empty glass, the female turned and walked away. The back of her white panties barely covered her rump cleft, splitting just under her tail into two strings that slid over her hips. And just who the hell bought something that - Sexy, for her? Why, He did of course. The man watched that hot butt sway all the way out the door...
"Morning..." he muttered. "Everything will be better in the Morning." Too bad he didn't believe it.
* * * *
Morning came and John woke up with a yawn. He rubbed his eyes, gasping as that same vision of red-furred loveliness from the night before stood in the doorway. Same white see-through night-gown. Same white panties. Same hot red tits - "Morning, Daddy. No work today, so you can sleep in if you want."
He blinked... Normally, he would have rolled over and started snoring again. Not Today... He slid his legs over the side of the bed, stretching. "I think I will take a shower... Then breakfast." He got up, and walked towards the bathroom, stopping for a moment. "Are you going to stand there, or are you going to come help me?"
The green eyes lit up and with a giggle, the female almost ran into the room, lifting her gown off, placing it on the bed, her breasts bouncing just a little as they came free. Then her undies, first one long leg came up, then the other one... And she placed them on top of her gown, very neatly. Her crotch fur kept her modest as the man watched her undress - He was only human... A soft pat on her naked rump made the vixen giggle again as she was led into the bathroom, then into the shower stall.
"Daddy?" she said when John stepped in beside her, but didn't turn the water on.
"Kita..." he breathed, cupping her face. Then he kissed her. The vixen was in turns elated, scared... And very confused. She had Dreamed of this day, but now that it was happening - What was she supposed to do? Kiss him back? Touch the male... And where? She settled for letting her hands rest on his hips, and pressing her mouth against his. The moan she got back, made her think she was doing it right. He pulled away slowly, looking into her beautiful green eyes, before sliding his hands down, gripping her so sexy ass, hugging the female tightly.
The vixen gasped as the male smooshed her breasts against his chest, fingers digging into her rear as he held onto her. She waited a moment, before rubbing the male's back. They were just hugging... Even if they were both naked. And his penis was dripping a warm, sticky liquid into her belly fur, his testicles pressed themselves against her crotch, making her grow damp. Oh no... The last thing she wanted to do was make a Mess all over his - Private Places. Things were getting serious - Fast!
"Are... Are you sure, Daddy? I can wait..."
The man kissed her again. "No, Kita - You.. We, have waited long enough."
She giggled softly. "Do you want to do it front to front, or front to back First?"
"Kita... Have you been in my drawers?"
Down went the fox-head. "I... I wanted to do it Right. To know how to do it Right. So you would be happy. But.. But I can't ask the Screen, and I always put them back before you got home - Ow!"
The vixen rubbed her rear where John's hand had smacked her.
"Kita... Did you think you had to do this to make me happy?"
"No Sir."
Oh, now it was 'Sir'. It was always 'Sir' when she got into trouble. Didn't save her butt from his hand - Much. A smack for lying... Another for getting into his drawers. But they were not hard smacks and she was giggling more than crying. He ran his hands over her body, feeling the heat between his legs, the taut nipples caressing his chest. Moving, he pushed his dick down so it slid between her thighs, making the female gasp and close her eyes.
"Please," she whispered in his ear, "make me your... Female."
And that was when it can crashing in. What was he Doing? What was he Thinking? He shoved the vixen away from him, turning so she wouldn't see the disgust on his face. The shower door opened, and closed - Kita never slammed a door. And she ran out... It was for the best, John thought. They would be coming for her soon - Take her away to be trained in whatever skill-set was most needed. A week of waiting... Pick another cute cub to raise. Best not to get too attached to...
The sob ripped through him like a blast of cold water. You Stupid Son Of A Bastard! He got out of the shower, cursing himself all the way to the bedroom. 'Make Daddy Happy' was pounded into them from the moment they left the vat... It blared from the screens overhead day and night. And if they made Daddy Unhappy - The cage was electrified. It culled out the inferior ones - Hell. On the bed, his clothes were laid out, ready to be put on. Even after what he had done, she was still thinking about him... He walked naked across the hall, and into Kita's bedroom.
There she was, sitting on the floor, crying - She'd even snagged a towel so she wouldn't get the carpet damp. John managed to get the sobbing female up onto the bed, holding her. "Kita?" He gently moved a second towel away from her muzzle... She had bitten it to keep quiet.
"Daddy Hates Me!"
The sheer terror in her voice made a shiver run up his spine. "Daddy... I don't hate you. I could never hate you..."
"But.. You made The Face. The face we see before they push the 'Bad' button. When they tell us we are not worth feeding. That we are just... Animals."
"Kita... It wasn't you. I just wasn't... Ready for you to mature so fast. Now, why do you think I need a female?"
Those beautiful green eyes, still wet with tears Stared at him like his head had just fallen off... "So you can be happy."
W_H_A_T?!
"You come home and you work on those papers and groan and hold your head like it hurts. You drink a lot and don't eat much. At night you toss and turn and grab your pillow... The Screen says males need females. To have cubs. To have - Sex with. And I wanted to be Your female... Unless -" She bit her lower lip, head going back down. "You prefer another male."
The ultimate Rejection... Not just the wrong species, but the wrong gender. John found himself laughing... "No, I don't want another male in my bed. I picked You because I wanted a little... Girl." 'To replace the one I lost.' But she wasn't a replacement. She was a living, healthy Female - Who wanted to make Daddy happy. Kita giggled when he lifted her head and kissed her. She murred when he caressed her tits, thumbing the small but firm nipples.
"Wash your face and get yourself ready - I don't think we can do this in your bed... It's a little short." As the vixen got up, he reached over to swat her butt. The only problem was, as soon as he touched her rump, his hand refused to pull back. It caressed the furry mound, feeling it move under his hand as the russet tail slid out of the way so he could feel All of her lower cheek. Unf!
She giggled as she looked at him over her shoulder. "There first, Daddy? It will go in easier."
How did she... How could she have... He didn't want to know!
* * * *
John sat on his bed, biting his lip. Dammit! He was a scientist - Revulsion wasn't in his vocabulary. Not after dissecting his first Anthro... She was beautiful. She was perfect. She had no lungs... Just another 'Defect' to be analyzed. He had piled his clothes on the chair - Kita would probably redo the whole thing so it was in order. Sure enough, as soon as the female came in the doorway (naked of course), she went over and re-arranged the clothing so he could easily slip them on. Then she stood and looked at him. Her dark lips shone, as did her nipples - What had she put on them? Only one way to find out. He beckoned her over, smelling strawberries as their lips met. Mmmmmmm - Then he laughed, and pulled her into the bed, tickling the sexy fox-morph until she squealed and giggled and lay beside him, her head on his arm.
Some months ago, she had wanted a make-up kit... So, he got her one. And he came home one day to find an opera clown in a yellow dress - If there was something she hadn't used, it wasn't in the kit. And of course they had to dance around, her in a ton of make-up and him trying very hard not to laugh.
"Kita... You were right. I do need a female. And no, it's Not alright to be mad at you. To make That face." He put a finger to her lips as she tried to protest. "Too much stress, too much drink. Not enough of my girl..."
He kissed the vixen again, feeling her trembling hand touch his hip. When he nodded, it slipped across to touch his maleness, making it swell and throb in her grasp.
"Daddy..." she whispered, shivering as he bit one of her nipples - Same strawberry flavoring.
"John," the human corrected her, watching her eyes light up. Such a simple thing, yet it brought so much joy to her. "How do you want to do - Oof!"
He lay on his back as the female straddled his hips, rubbing his dripping head between her legs until it opened her vagina and slid in. If she hadn't already been slick, it wouldn't have fit at all... As it was, it felt like a very large cork, pushing into a very tight bottle. Mind it was a warm, smooth bottle that rippled across his throbbing meat, making it flex and twist as it slid deeper and deeper until hair entwined and butt pressed against nut-sack.
Kita sighed, and lay her head on John's chest, letting her legs slide along his... And just lay there. Just. Lay. There... Occasionally squeezing him with her internal muscles, several more than a human female had.
"I think we are supposed to do this After..." He shivered as the vixen nipped one of his nipples, then screeched as she sat straight up, his cock locked in a vise of warmth and wetness that *Squeezed* every inch of it.
"Daddy needs a good breakfast... So he can play with his Female all day."
Oh Gods! The way she said it - So sexy. Yet so cute, he almost laughed again. Then his hips bucked, pushing his lover up... This was different. In the magazines, the penis was pushing against, or already inside the vagina or anus of the female. Then it was out and spurting on an up-turned rump, or across the somewhat flat face. There was no in-between. Hmmmmm - Maybe it was like bouncing in his lap. She had done that plenty of times before. Of course she had to be more careful of Daddy's testicles - He didn't have any pants on. Maybe it was better to just stay still - Daddy seemed to know what he was doing. He slid out of her... That felt good. Then thrust in back all the way. That felt better... In and out, In and out... Then the sparks started running up her spine again. Oh No! She was going to make a Messss...
John howled as Kita slammed him against the bed, a milking machine going off inside her. It tugged, it squeezed, it pulled the semen out of his balls. Even as his hands dug into the too-hot ass, it was too late. Spurt after spurt of cock-cream shot into the velvet-like pouch, where it would be absorbed into the vixen's body. Slowly, the female fell on top of the gasping man, his hands somehow sliding up her back to hold her against him.
When he could see again, it had been - 5 Damn Minutes?! A soft nose nuzzled his chest-hair and a pair of stiff nipples rubbed against his skin... And the vise clamped down on his cock again. Dammit! He had just gotten his toes to uncurl... "B... Breakfast."
Kita giggled and nodded... Then lifted one of his arms sniffing underneath. "Someone needs a shower." Wha...? Her head got pulled up so she could be kissed again.
"Not 'Daddy' needs a shower? And I think we both need one."
She giggled and *squeezed* him again, making the man gasp. Then she looked sad. "You will have to take your penis out of my va... Eeep!"
John swatted her butt. "Yes it will have to come out. But it can go back in later..." Much later, he hoped. "Now, we need to wash up and eat. I have some work to do..." He kissed her pout away, teasing her breasts. "And You have to put clean sheets on the bed, and figure out where we are going to put your stuff in here." She looked so cute with her head turned sideways like that... 'Huh?'
"If you are going to be sleeping with me, there is no need for you to walk across the hall just to get dress - Hey! OUCH..." *ohgods* The vixen squealed and hugged him and smothered his face with kisses... Which was ok, except - She was also bouncing in his lap, squeezing and stroking his erection until... John found he Could cum a second time. He also passed out.
* * * *
John awoke to an arm helping him sit up, then move his legs over to the side of the bed. He wondered what kind of truck had hit him - It must have had a bumper guard because his nuts hurt as well. He somehow managed to stand up, a hand patting his butt, steering him towards the shower. Unnnhhhh! Magic fingers worked over his back as warm water splashed his front. Much too soon, he was turned and those same fingers worked on his chest, his stomach... And caressed his aching sack, getting a soft moan from it's owner. He even managed to get semi-erect again... A giggle and fingers playing with it, made him shiver.
There are few things that will wake a man faster than having something soft, warm and feminine press itself against you. Especially when they whisper, "Lover" in your ear as they squeeze your butt. John's eyes snapped open to stare into a green pair, as Kita kissed him.
"Lover?" He was still trying to get his brain in gear.
The vixen giggled and rubbed her furry self against the man, who moaned again. "The Screen said that when a male and female have sex together but are not married, they are 'Lovers'. Is that right?"
John sighed... And nodded, reaching down to grab the so sexy fox-butt, squeezing it. Which was the Wrong thing to do - Kita yipped and rubbed her breasts against his chest, trapping his dick between their bellies and working her hips so it was rolled and caressed in such a way that a dead-man would rise to the challenge. And the male was far from dead - Even if he Wished he was... "B... Breakfast?" he managed to squeak.
The female kissed him and slid out of the stall, her tail flicking over his crotch in passing. Ugh! Putting his back to the door, John somehow finished washing and stepped out - And into a robe? One of those part-towel, part cloth things that was almost as warm as the fox who was rubbing him down. A fast shave, a brush with a comb, and he took the black hand, letting Kita lead him into the front room, naked. Aaaaa! The seat was cold... But the coffee was hot. And the food excellent. He managed seconds, before he kissed his - Lover, patting her rear as he went to dress in shorts and a shirt... She may walk around with barely anything on, but she had Fur!
More reports. More DNA samples. More dead-ends... But the answers were there - Someplace. And he was going to find them. John decided to stop when he reached the limits of his home machine. It could crunch the numbers. It could analyze the data... In a weeks time. "Kita, a beer please."
In she came, with a beer. And a sandwich, chips... A pickle spear? He kissed the female, noting she had on a half-shirt and a pair of shorts that showed off more than they hid. Gods, when did he buy... He shook his head ruefully - His sub-conscience had noted what he either had not... Or chose to ignore. Probably the latter. He sat and watched the tv... Took a nap. And got woke up in time to wash for dinner. He couldn't even remember when the last time was they sat together and ate... Even her table manners were better than his! And no, she didn't need help with the dishes... Shoo!
John laughed and fixed one drink. He took his time with it, sitting at the table, marveling as the vixen cleaned and put the plates in the Dispose-all - Pretty much everything was recycled. She leaned over and let him kiss her cheek, before padding off to get ready for bed. Bed. With Her. All Night... He was going to have to get a prescription for some 'Helper' tablets. He poured the rest of his drink down the drain, and tossed the glass in the Dispose-all. There was a fair - Make that furry, maiden to ravish.
He stood in the doorway, seeing an empty bed. Well... Maybe she had enough for one - Eeeep! Hands came from behind him to undo his shirt buttons, sliding it off. They returned to pull his belt, tease his shorts open, working the zipper, letting them fall around his ankles. Fingers stroked his dick as those same warm breasts rubbed themselves against his back. This time he didn't say anything when the black hands slipped his underwear down, exposing his maleness... And his butt. Which got nipped on as he tried his best to get out of the cloth, and away from those wicked teeth. John somehow managed to stumble into the bed, quickly turning so the vixen wouldn't have such a tempting target.
All Kita did was smile and put his clothes in the hamper to be sent out tomorrow. She walked to the bed with a gentle swish of her hips, climbing in to lay on top of the man who snugged her tight. Who needed a blanket when you had a giggly, warm pile of female to cover up with? They kissed. They caressed. She bit his nipples and he bit hers... Then the vixen slid off him, head down, butt up, tail flipped over her back. John's mouth went dry again. He'd had a few flings when he was young... But he had Never put it - There.
Kita looked at him. "Am I doing it right? The magazine shows the female, with her knees like this and the male putting his penis in her rectum." She wagged her butt again, waiting...
The man shivered and got up to kneel behind the vixen, shaking his head - Those magazines were going into the Dispose-all first thing in the Morning! He rubbed his dick up and down the valley between her cheeks, pulling them apart and pressing his dripping tip against her pink, puckered hole. John figured he would push against it a couple of times, then wipe the tip off and put it in her lower passage... Instead, as he pushed, the ring opened up and swallowed his bulbous head with nary a ripple. Crap! She was right about one thing - It did go in her rump easier. Still plenty tight enough to make him moan and grunt and slap her up-turned butt with his crotch as he pounded his rock-hard maleness into her furry ass. Her intestines had even stronger muscles that instead of tying to push him out, were rippling over his cock, tugging him In!
Kita gasped! This was so much better than the brush-handle... The man's penis was warm and thick and as she squeezed it, it throbbed and the tip flared, dripping sticky pre inside her. As he pulled back, she moaned, trying not to move... That was the way it was in the magazine - But as John thrust into her rump, she found herself moving with him... Sometimes a little too eagerly!
John yelped when his nuts got mashed against the female, her heat and wetness mingling with his own sweat... And when he tried to catch his breath, those firm, tight butt-cheeks ground themselves into his belly, making him thrust harder into the clinging hole that kept stroking his dick. Gods! Worse, her tail slid over his hip, rubbing His rear, making him grab the vixen's hips and pound her ass harder. Whatever she used for lube was just slick enough for him to work her rear without losing the sensation of sticking his cock into a warm, tight flesh-tunnel with 'magic-fingers' that gripped every inch of throbbing meat. Last? It was all he could do not to blow his balls out his penis as he pumped jet after ropy jet of semen into her back-passage.
The human somehow managed to fall onto his side, still balls-deep in the too-hot female butt pressed against his crotch. Pulling the panting vixen against him, he teased a firm nipple, getting a moan, and a retaliatory *squeeze* on his dick. They lay together for a long time, her head on his arm, her back rubbing his chest and belly, her tail draped over his rear. She even had a leg across his, rubbing his ankle with her clawed toes.
"Kita..." he gasped as she pressed a hand to her chest, rubbing her tit against his strong palm.
"Lover, " she corrected the male, turning just enough to take his lips with hers. She had all night to seduce the male, and would make sure he had a good meal before going off to work. She giggled softly, thinking of all the things she could wear that revealed more than they hid - Or maybe John would prefer she be naked, Ready to be bent over the table, or drop to her knees and drain some of the stress out of him. She still wasn't sure which orifice she preferred he be in... But as long as he was inside her, it didn't matter. She kissed him again, stroking what hair he had on his head.
'Rest Lover... You are going to need it!'
The End