As a Box of Rox
ATTENTION: please refrain from indulging in sexual fantasies if you are under eighteen...? In other words, don't read this story if you aren't old enough. This nasty happy little bit is about love between a lovely fox-girl and a hyooman ^^ ================ As a Box of Rox By Dr. Nowak The air in the bar was extremely dense, and toxic with cigarette smoke. All around the bar, old friends chatted, had a few beers, catching up on ol' times. An upbeat song spilled from a jukebox in the corner. Amidst the jovial atmosphere, the door opened, and a figure entered discreetly. He was a human, one of the few allowed in the bar. The man in his early twenties strolled in, his hands planted firmly in his pockets. His shoes shone in the dim light, sharply contrasting the styles of the company he kept. Occupying the bar were furs of all colors, sizes, and sexes, mostly in casual dress. A few waved to the human who entered, but he tried to keep a low profile, his face aimed at the floor. "Awww, whatsamatta, honey?" a voice inquired. The man looked up and laughed. "Nothing, Rox, nothing," the man lied, and took a seat at the bar. "You know," the vixen said in an offhanded voice, leaning over the bar a bit, "You wasn't never a good liar, Sammy." Sam looked up, and laughed again. "That's a double negative," he pointed out. "A what?" the vixen asked, pouring him some scotch. "A double negative," Sam repeated, watching Roxanne slide the glass toward him. "You said, 'I wasn't never' a good liar. That would mean-" "All right already, Sammy," the fox surrendered, crossing her arms and giving the young man a coy look. "I get it, I'm dumb." The vixen began to walk away. :"N-no, Roxanne, I did not mean that," Sam said, standing up suddenly, his barstool sounding through the room. "I didn't mean that at all." Roxanne slugged his arm gently. "I know that, ya dope," she smiled, her pearly white teeth shining in the dim room. The young man was struck suddenly, gazing at this old friend of his. Roxanne Boxley, aka 'the box of rocks", was smiling at him, the same way she did any other day. Sam's eyes combed her features, wondering, pondering why tonight it had such a magical effect on him. He always knew ol' Rox to be a bit of a hottie. But not then, she was not a hottie. She was beauty itself. Roxie noted this atypical attention, and blushed immensely, averting her eyes and turning away. "Whatcha lookin' at me like that for?" Her voice was soft and sweet, like honey dripping slowly from a dish. On any other day, Samuel T. Walker would have been embarrassed. But not tonight. He was awestruck by her form, her gentle, sloping, delicate curves, which seemed to grab the dusty bar air by the horns and turn it into something magical. Her rolling bosom, her hips, which cradled the wonderful creature, seemed the very definition of perfection. Sam scratched his head. "Eh, Box?" he asked timidly. :Yes, hun?" the vixen with the Southern drawl responded, her sweet smile again taking it's rightful place on her muzzle, and she leaned forward. Sam bit his tongue hard to avoid looking at his old friend's breasts. "Did you..." Sam felt his face grow hot. He began to stir his scotch with his finger, looking uninterestedly at an ashtray which waited on the counter. "Did you get a new haircut?" "A haircut?" ol' Rox stood up, her head quirked to one side. "No, why, Sam?" Sam shook his head, gazing embarrassedly at his glass and shrugged. "I don't know... You just... You look different, Rox." "Differ'nt?" her voice quirked. She leaned forward again, and that smile appeared again. "Whutcha mean? By golly, you're acting strange, Sam. You sure you're okay?" "Yes, yes, I'm fine," Sam nodded, a bit frustrated that the conversation kept turning the attention to him. Suddenly Roxanne leaned forward, and rested a soft, furry digit on the drawn-faced human's nose. "Listen, Sammy," she whispered. It was odd; her voice was almost too low to hear; however the ambience from the bar faded at that moment. It was like Sam was alone with his old friend, the Box of Rox. To Sam, anyway... "Sam, I know when my friends're feelin' blue. And Sam, yer bluer than Kentucky grass..." She tilted her head to one side, her flowing, sunbleached hair waving gently with her fluid movements. "What's wrong, Sam? You can tell ol' Box." Sam blushed terribly, feeling very unworthy of such attention. He remained silent, not able to meet his old friend's gentle, understanding gaze. His heart skipped a beat as Roxie's paw gently slid along his jawbone. It was then that Sam looked up, and met Roxie's eyes. He was instantly overtaken by her shining beauty. Her gently tapering muzzle, her long, dark eyelashes, in sharp contrast to the flares, miniature moons dancing in her iris, her golden hair which hung loose from behind her tall, adorable, perky ears... It hurt Sam, for some reason. "It's that... that little lady of yers again, isn't it?" Roxie's voice was soft and soothing, as a mother's to her child. Sam bit his lip and looked away. "Yep," Sam said quietly, his hands clenching into fists. His eyes, burning a bit with impending tears, locked with his glass. "Awww, don't cry, Sammy," Roxanne cooed, her brow wrinkling in sympathy. "Darnit, look whut I done," she cursed, and she placed a gentle kiss on Sam's forehead. This pushed the young man over the edge. He got up, and forced a smile to Rox. Sam mouthed the words, "be right back", because he could not speak, and proceeded to the bathroom, his eyes glued to the floor as he walked, haste in his step. "Damn bitch," Sam mumbled. Of course he was not referring to his old friend. He was making reference to his ex-girlfriend, Brenda. Brenda had left him suddenly in the middle of the night a week ago, and had contacted him at work earlier that day in an attempt to set up a lunch date. "Don't need this shit," Sam said agitatedly once he was safely alone in the bathroom. He looked up at his face in the mirror. His face was long and drawn, dark areas under his eyes from lack of sleep. His eyes themselves were red, but other than that, he looked okay. He rubbed the single solitary tear which had escaped it's glassy prison, with great vengeance, as if to dissuade any others from doing the same, and splashed some water on his face a few times. He heard someone knocking on the door. "What do you want?" Sam growled. His voice frightened himself. "You okay in there, Sam?" a deep voice asked. "I'm fine, Cal, let me be," Sam snapped. The door opened slowly, and a tall dragon entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him. "I don't need this Got-damned shit," Sam stammered, looking away from Cal. "I feel like a fucking drama queen." Cal laughed a deep laugh, and placed a heavy, clawed hand on Sam's shoulder. "Yep," his voice cut through his laughter. "Same ol' Sam, playin' the tough guy." "Fuck you, Cal," Sam laughed, blowing his nose. "I don't play tough guy, I AM tough guy." Cal punched him in the shoulder, perhaps a bit too hard. Sam grimaced, and punched back, getting out some of his anger on his much larger reptilian friend. "Yeah, you still playin'," Cal laughed again. "You ain't no tough guy. You a wimp." Cal led Sam out of the bathroom, a smile now on his face. They went back to the bar, where Rox was having a talk with another customer. When she saw Sam and Cal, she held up a 'one moment' finger, and made a 'sorry' face, and rushed over to them. "I'm so sorry, Sam," Roxie said apologetically. "I don' like to bring up sad things like that. I was just worried aboutcha, is all." "It's okay, Box," Sam smiled, putting his other arm around her. "Hey Box," Cal grunted, a toothy grin fighting against his self-control. "How bout something to keep our mouths from getting dry, huh?" "Oh, go sit on a tack, mister," Rox said, feigning irritation. The three laughed, and took their usual place at the bar. Sam and Cal on one side, and Roxie on the other. "You know, Sam," Cal said in a low voice. His voice was always low, but now it was almost entirely bass. Sam struggled to understand what his friend said. "You oughta give up on that human girl for awhile, ya know?" Sam blinked, and looked at Rox, who was busy with another customer. "Whaddya mean, Cal?" he said, looking down at the floor. A few cigarette butts and spots of gum were the only things worth mention, if that. "You know damn well what I mean, Sam," Cal grunted. "Forget about Brenda for awhile." Cal raised a shot to his lips and downed it, wincing, and looking up at Rox, who was at the time lighting the cigarette of a female feline seated at the bar. "Whut the hell is this?" He held up the glass. "Rubbing alcohol?" Roxie could not contain her laughter, and simply held up her pointer and middle fingers, making a 'pussy' sign, shaking her head. "You know, Sam," Cal grunted again, whispering. Cal was always saying that. The 'you know' thing. It was a funny thing about him. "You've got a whole week of vacation, dontcha?" Sam nodded. He felt his spirits begin to lift, he had forgotten about that. "Well, why don't the three of us go somewheres?" Cal sat up, proud of himself for both his idea, and making his melancholy human friend smile. "That's a... a wonderful idea!" Sam was getting riled up. "Where could we go?" "Who knows?" Cal said, getting a bit riled up, too. His breath reeked of whiskey. "Anywheres you like, Sam my man." Sam beamed, and motioned to Rox. She strolled over, and Sam noticed a bit of a sway in her hips. She leaned over the bar to Sam, giving him her full attention. As Roxie leaned over, Sam's eyes wandered a bit, and he tried to hide the fact he was checking out her cleavage. Her full, perky breasts were cradled by a black bra, which could be easily seen by the way Rox was leaning. Clearing his throat, Sam looked up at her. "Hey Rox," he said rather offhandedly. "We should go away someplace. For awhile." The look that Rox gave Sam broke his heart. It was so odd. She leaned back a bit, and smiled a smile which was somewhat faint. However, her mouth was slightly ajar, and her warm, pleasantly-scented breath flowed in soft rhythm. Roxie blinked a few times, and cocked her head to one side. "Wh-..." Rox said in a faint voice. Sam blinked and leaned forward. "I beg your pardon?" he said, smiling and cupping his hand to his ear. "Whuddya... Whuddya mean, Sammy?" Rox tried again, her voice soft and faint. Sam did not know how to handle this odd response, and became a bit wary. "I mean, we should go away for awhile... Like, to... Yosemite National Park, or Sacramento, or Vegas. I dunno, somewhere far away." Roxie then broke into a wide, happy smile. A real ear-to-ear one. She then leaned close to Sam, and kissed him. Needless to say, it surprised the hell out of Sam. But he certainly did not resist. He felt Rox's soft, long tongue slide into his mouth and press against his. He tilted his head to one side and closed his eyes, his breathing coming in short gasps. Roxie's paws slid up his neck to hold his face, where she masterfully searched his mouth with her tongue. The experience was bliss, and Sam found himself panting afterwards. He rubbed his neck, the ol' Box of Rox looking more tempting than ever. He just didn't get it... They had been friends for more than five years. She had been there, through the bad and the good, supporting Sam in all of his hair-brained ventures... "I would..." Roxie suddenly blushed under her fur. It's funny- when an anthro blushes, it's the same as skin. The fur has to be kind of lightly colored to see the blush. Roxie's fur around her muzzle was pure white, so it was easy to see. If Cal blushed, which... would not really be like him, you would not be able to see it, because his scales are dark red. "I would love to." "Splendid!" Sam smiled, his heart racing a bit from the kiss. He was a bit troubled, though. He failed to mention that 'we' also meant Cal. He turned to Cal, who was looking from him to Rox, and back to him. He leaned forward and whispered to Sam as Rox went to tend another customer. "Wow, Sammy. What the hell was that about?" He poked Sam. "Ack," Sam replied, batting his friend's paw away. "I told her we was going somewheres, but I... I just said 'we should go somewhere', and I don't think she thinks I meant you were going, too." Cal sat there for a moment, a blank expression on his face. It probably was only a few seconds, but to Sam, it seemed like an eternity. Finally Cal burst into laughter. "It's okay, Sam, it's okay," he chuckled, slapping Sam on the shoulder. "You need it, and so does Box. You'll both have a good time, I'm sure." "I'm so sorry, Cal," Sam replied, laughing nervously. Cal patted his shoulder again. "It's okay, man," he laughed, shaking his head. "Obviously you two both want it." Sam blushed, and looked at Rox, who was facing the wall, mixing a drink in silence. He just did not get it... They had been through so much together. They had gone fishing together many, many times, almost every other day in summer. They camped together that one time in the woods behind Cal's house and got sloshed. The three were a band of friends, and they were almost always together. And now, there she stood, the ol' Box of Rox, as she had always been, as Sam had always known her... But he was falling for her. There she stood, her maw pointed down at the drink. She was shaking a bit, and it concerned Sam. He hadn't ever kissed her before... With the exception of when Sam dressed up as a clown for her niece at her 2nd birthday party. But that was a silly kiss, a gentle one. Sam remembered how the red makeup got on the tip of her furry muzzle, and sighed distantly. How did she evade him like this? The next hour or so passed with a nervous tension in the air. Sam would catch Roxie looking at him, and later Roxie would catch Sam doing the same thing. Sam was worried that if something serious happened, his close friendship would be ruined. He was beginning to regret what had happened. When it was time for Roxie's shift to end, Sam hurriedly bid Cal adieu, and waited in the alley behind the bar. Sam cracked his knuckles nervously and waited. The sounds of the city were faint at best in his head. He checked his watch... 2:03 A.M. How long would it take ol' Rox to close down the bar? Eventually, Sam sat down on the cold, dirty ground and yawned. He checked his watch again... 2:12. "Seems I've got a while to wait," he said, feeling his eyelids getting heavy. He decided to close his eyes for a moment to rest. "Wake up, sleepyhead," Sam heard Roxie say. Sam opened his eyes and looked up. There stood Roxie, holding her coat in her arm. The gentle night breeze toyed with her long hair a bit, and a soft blush covered her cheeks. Her soft, furry cleavage flowed beautifully from her jean jacket, and a soft smile played on her lips as she gazed down at her friend. She had been cleaning herself up a bit. She had some eyeshadow on now, and a touch of lipstick. Sam stood up, making a face. "What's this?" he asked, taking his silk pocket square out of his pocket, and licking a corner of it. "What's what, Sammy?" Rox asked, a true blush overcoming her makeup. Sam remained silent, and began to wipe away the makeup. He leaned close to Roxie's face, gently cleaning the purple above her eyes. He hadn't ever seen her with makeup on before, and he thought it was pretty and all... It just made him nervous. Roxie laughed nervously, and averted her eyes. Her embarrassment was quite noticeable. Sam just laughed, and continued to clean her face. The slightly moistened silk gently rolled over her lips now, patiently trying to remove all of the red lipstick without causing any irritation to the Roxie. Her warm breath came faintly, as she held it, gazing at Sam's face without him noticing. He intently wiped her lip, leaning close to make sure that he got every spot. There was one spot, just underneath her nose and to the left, which was putting up some resistance. Sam leaned in close, watching as each little hair slowly went from red to white. Rox slowly opened her maw a bit, to allow him to get all of the lipstick. Sam's cleaning slowed to a stop, and he just stood there, Roxie's muzzle in his hands. He was afraid to look up at her. He felt her draw in her breath and hold it, and he got nervous too. Roxie's warm fur brushed wonderfully on Sam. He did not notice it at first, but he was leaning against her. A clean, fresh fragrant scent, like that of air-dried laundry, drifted from her. Sam smelled it deeply, and began to examine Roxie's lips, out of idleness and the awkward feeling, to make sure he got everywhere. But before he knew it, he was kissing her. Sam groaned softly as he pressed his lips eagerly to Roxie's muzzle, who murred in response. Sam felt Rox's tongue slip into his mouth, and he trembled terribly, raising his own tongue to meet hers. Her tongue was much longer than his, very soft and velvety, and brushed pleasantly against his teeth, tongue, and lips. Roxie then wrapped her arms around Sam, and pulled his face to hers. She murred softly and pressed her full breasts to his chest, and Sam slowly began to knead the back of her neck. His head ran wild with emotion... He had always had feelings for Roxie, but he never had a girl-friend, as in, a buddy. He mistook these feelings for the norm of dealing with such an acquaintance. Rox gently parted from the embrace, gazing up at Sam. Her face was dazed, and her eyes were glassy. Sam smiled softly at her, and held her for a moment. "Let's get going," Rox whispered softly, still a bit dazed. Sam nodded, and Rox slid around in his arms, and they began to walk through the silent city streets. The sleeping city seemed to part for the two. Sam walked slowly and leisurely, with Rox in his arms. The two did not speak much, but neither was uncomfortable with it. The dark city seemed mysterious and playful to Sam, who held Rox close. He listened to her breathing, he smelled her gorgeous scent. He was proud to be seen with her, and secretly wished that people would see them walking together. He felt that, for once in his life, he had something worthwhile, something really, truly meaningful. The young vixen in his arms had always been in close, close companionship with him. But now, those wonderful bright eyes twinkled for him. It was not that Sam was not nervous, for he was indeed feeling his stomach turning. But he felt so at-ease with ol' Box... She was a good, dear friend, and now, he dared hope that she would become his lover as well. Sam and Rox had spent so many years of their lives together. He had seen her reject those temporary flings, he knew her strengths and weaknesses. It was more Sam Walker had ever dared wish for. It made him sad, in a funny way, in knowing that Roxie had loved him all those years, and stood by him throughout his other girlfriends, and supported him. He longed to make it up to her. You see, she herself hadn't ever gone out with anyone. As he walked, Sam actually began to get a bit nervous. Had he hurt her in any way? Sam leaned his head against Roxie's as they walked, and gazed at her face over her shoulder. Her smile was soft, her eyes were bright... There was something magical about her expression. Sam found an irresistible urge he hadn't ever had before, and as they walked, he began to kiss the base of her neck through her hair. "Ack," she giggled, at first squirming away, "Whaddya up to back there, Sammy?" Within a few moments, her resistance had subsided, and she actually craned her neck to allow Sam's frisky moves. He gently nibbled on either side of the base of her neck, making the silky fur there moist and matted. Her breathing experienced a marked change as he first began to nibble, a bit tense and quivery feel came to it. Sam felt her spine crane a bit, and he blushed and began to breathe a bit harder as he felt Rox pushing her soft butt up against his crotch. Their walking began to slow and sway as Sam continued. He nibbled gleefully, rubbing her upper arms softly as he strode. The harder he bit, the more he felt Rox's pert rear pressing against him. The sensation really drove him mad, and he lustily bit harder and harder, until they stopped at a particular crosswalk. A man in a suit was coming the other way. Sam chuckled as he approached them, and he heard Roxie giggle too. "Don't get any ideas, you," she whispered weakly, her voice tense and strained. Sam laughed and obediently stopped biting her... Until the man was very close. Sam then laid a decisive, gentle bite on her sensitive neck, right below her ear, his nose buried in her hair. She yelped in arousal and murred sexily, and she craned her spine with equal force. The man blinked and hurried past the two, panting a bit. Rox elbowed Sam weakly, but surprisingly, began to rub her rear against him slowly in a circular motion. She growled sexily at him over her shoulder and wagged a digit. "Oooh, you evil man," she giggled, her voice obvious with the strain of sexual excitement. Sam had not ever seen his old friend act this way, and he was really loving it. He wanted more, and they then crossed the street, a touch of haste in their step. Roxie's apartment was near. When they got to the door, Sam hesitated and looked at Rox, whom he still held in his arms. She felt him hesitate, and whirled around in his arms to face him. Wordlessly she leaned up to him and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, and slid her tongue against them. Sam parted his lips and let Roxie slide that long, hot lupine tongue into his mouth. Her kiss made his lips wet, and she parted from him slightly, her breathing hard and rushed from Sam's relentless teasing. "Come on, Sammy," Roxie cooed, her soft voice low and seductive. Her big, blue eyes shone with a slight lustful glaze, half-lidded in the faint orange light from the streetlamps. Her arms were wrapped warmly around him, and the thick, soft, silky, fragrant fur created a delightful feeling deep in his soul. Sam's head spun with desire for Roxie, to feel her body against his, a carnal craving for her delicate and gorgeous lupine frame. Rox motioned to the door with her muzzle. "Lemme cook you up somethin' nice." Sam grinned wordlessly and followed Roxie up the stairs to the door. Like a gentleman, he held it open for her, and unlike a gentleman, eyed her backside as she entered. Sam figured Rox probably knew, though, by the way her hips were swaying. He stopped for a moment, looking at her butt. His arousal was undeniable, but again he began to think, how many times had she been there, waiting for him to make a move on her? How many times had he failed her? Sam had always loved Rox. He dismissed it as a crush on an old friend. But now it had come to his attention that she had loved him, possibly all along... "You comin, hun?" Roxie's sweet voice drifted softly to Sam's ears. He blushed, and nodded, becoming too embarrassed to notice her innuendo. "Yes, yes, of course," he stammered, following her, stumbling a bit in the dimly lit hallway. Roxie giggled quietly and lead the way to her apartment. With each step closer, Sam got more and more nervous. He watched Rox's slender frame peruse the corridors, and it gave him a melancholy feeling. He looked at the shabby apartment complex, the cracking walls, the shattered light bulbs... The place was not a dump or anything. But Sam soon found himself cursing at the environment. Shaking his head, he walked a little faster to catch up to his old friend and held her like he did before. His heart soared as she let him caress her, and skipped a beat when she sighed contentedly and stopped in front of the door to nuzzle him, hiding her muzzle against his shoulder. "Forgive the mess," Rox whispered, her southern accent becoming faint with her whisper. She pushed the door open, and blushed softly under her fur. "I didn't have any time to prepare." Of course, the room wasn't a mess at all. Well... there was a couple of empty beer bottles on the coffee table. And Rox's shoes were kind of in a big pile by the door... And there were ten thousand magazines on the table.... Well, it still wasn't too bad. But hey, Sam could care less. This was the home of his old friend, and no one else. She.... Didn't have anybody to really show it to... Sam laughed and took a seat on the couch, resting comfortably on the big, soft pillows. Rox began to walk past him, her eyes to the kitchen... But Sam reached out and caught her paw. "Hold on, there, little missy," Sam laughed, gently tugging at her paw. "Why don't you relax for a little while?" Roxie smiled a warm grin, and blushes slightly. She took a seat next to Sam, and breathed in deeply. The clock on the wall read 2:38 AM. It was already Saturday. Rox and Sam sat there on the couch for a moment, somewhat awkwardly. They were no longer just old friends any more. And it was making both of them a bit nervous. Sam decided to take the initiative by yawning slightly, and lying down on the couch, resting his head in Roxie's lap. She giggled and beamed down at him, cradling his head and running her paws through his hair. While this was a wonderful massage, it was putting Sam to sleep. Rox noticed his eyelids begin to droop, and stooped close to him, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. "Stay awake, sleepy," she murmured, her sunbleached hair hanging loosely over Sam's face. He felt like he was very much in her care. He felt a sense of belonging, one that he had not experienced in a long, long time. He had tried to force himself to feel that way with Brenda, but the truth could not hide for long. Sam grunted, and pushed himself up, and pulled Roxie's legs up on the couch and behind him, so they were laying together comfortably. Sam scooted up to her, and kissed her neck, becoming very at ease and comfortable with his old friend. She let out a soft murr in the privacy of the apartment and began to run her paws through his hair again. "Oh, you taste so good, Box..." He blushed at the mixture of friendly chatter with seductive tones. "I mean, Rox." Rox laughed. "It's okay, Sammy..." she sneaked a paw under Sam's neck and undid the top two buttons of her shirt. Sam gently took a scruff of Roxie's neckfur in his teeth again, and Rox drew her breath in suddenly, and canted her muzzle skyward. Sam sat up over her and took her neck in his arms, slowly running his hot tongue against the short, smooth fur there, making it hot and moist. Sam began to breathe harder as he slid a hand down to cup Roxie's left breast. He held the soft, full globe in his hand and gently began to rub it. Roxie's spine craned again, and she lifted her legs up onto the couch, and spread them a bit. "Oh G-god, Sammy..." she uttered, allowing herself to be romanced by her old friend. Sam smiled and climbed atop the vulpine. The sexual tension between them, many years old, was powerful enough to power a city block. Sam bit Roxie's neck gently and began to dry hump her, pressing his erection against her pelvis through his trousers and her jean shorts. "I w-want you so bad," Sam uttered, slowly undoing the buttons on Roxie's dress shirt. To Sam, it was like slowly unwrapping a present of pure gold. Her soft, furry, full cleavage flowed beautifully out of her shirt, each square inch he revealed to himself slowly and leisurely, and her pink nipples stood erect from the rubbing. Sam leaned close, and took the right one in his teeth. He licked it slowly and nibbled on it, working his mouth so that it was alternatively hot and cold. Rox murred loudly at this, lustily rubbing her hips up at Sam. Sam leaned back a ways after a moment, turning his attention down to the tight jean shorts. He reached to undo them, but Rox's paw stopped him. Somewhat alarmed, he looked up at her, but when he was her expression, his worries disintegrated. "Sam, let me..." Rox bit her lip and slowly stood. Sam moved to let her get up, and then Rox did something that Sam liked very, very much. She padded over to the open space on the carpet, and bent down on her hands and knees. She looked at him over her shoulder, spinning her hips sexily and wagging her big, bushy tail, a sly smile playing on her maw. Rox was only wearing her tight jean shorts, which clearly advertised her pert, shapely butt. She gently dragged her erect nipples against the carpet and murred softly. Her breathing was hard, and Sam was overwhelmed with sexual desire for her now. "How's this?" She grinned, and waited for him to come to her. Rox's vulpine ancestry was working it's magic on her; she could not resist her natural mating position. And neither could Sam. Sam shuddered at the sight, and slowly walked over to her. Rox's big blue eyes followed him, looking up at him, half-lidded in anticipation. Sam kneeled down behind her and reached around her hips, grunting and undoing the buttons. He undid the zipper, the metallic sound oddly musical, and felt his head spin with lust. Slowly Sam pulled down Roxie's shorts. He savored every moment, every inch of her pert, furry body revealed was like uncovering another inch of a priceless Rembrandt. Within a moment, Rox's faded blue jean shorts slid down around her knees. Sam moved up behind Roxie and, keeping one hand on her left flank, undid his trousers. His fully erect member wagged stiffly at Rox, and a thin trail of pre dripped lazily out of his cockhead. He heard Roxie murr, and winked up at her. Once his member was out, Sam gently slid his hands up around Rox's hips, rubbing the fur there for a moment. Upon closer inspection, Sam noticed a small spot of moisture on Rox's white panties. Trembling with anticipation, he slid a few fingers under the elastic strap, and pulled away the soft cotton briefs, revealing Roxie's furry, blossoming flower. Sure enough, there was a thin trail of her honey already dripping out from between the sexlips. Sam winced delightedly at the sight of Rox's most private parts, and gently slid his hands up onto her furry hips. Roxie gasped when she felt Sam pressing his cockhead against her slightly wet slit, murring lustily at his touch. However, all Sam did was brush his pre off onto her sexlips. "Oh p-please," the horny vulpine whimpered, her big blue eyes pleading back at Sam over her beautiful, silky furred rump. Her lips trembled and her voice wavered uneasily with sexual desire. "Please, Sam... Fuck me h-hard... P-please..." Sam gathered his willpower and smiled, brushing a bit harder, briskly rubbing his cockhead against Rox's little clit. She trembled and murred, her body wracked with a slight, teasing pleasure. Rox whimpered miserably and pressed her rear to Sam, who strongly held her at a distance while he teased her, and she begged for more. "Come on, Sam..." she whined, pressing against him, her frustration evident through her strained tone of voice and whimpers. "Please... please fuck me, please..." Very suddenly, Sam thrust his throbbing cock inside of Rox's tight, furred pussy. Roxie was clearly not ready and whined sharply at the slight pain followed by the immense pleasure. "Oh G-god, yes, Sam... Nnhh... That feels... so good..." Rox looked over her shoulder at Sam and smiled weakly, her voice quivering. Sam gritted his teeth and thrust his cock harder into Rox's body, wanting to please her. Rhythmically Sam forced his throbbing member inside of Rox's quivering pussy. The contact of their now sopping wet sexes was easily drowned out by the murring and groaning of ecstasy. "S-s-so t-tight..." Sam stammered, his rhythm slowly increasing in tempo. The wet suction of the strong, velvety muscles created a white-hot core of pleasure in Sam's spine. Rox clenched her cunny down on his cock each time he was on the outstroke, murring lustily and scraping her erect nipples on the carpet. Sam clung to Rox's toned, furred, naked body, gazing down at her beautiful form. He had a terrible time doing this, as it was so difficult to focus his eyes. Rox weakly held herself up as Sam fucked her, and she suddenly lifted her tail up high. "S-Sam... Nnh..." she whimpered, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. "I'm g-gonna..." Her voice became quieter, as she blushed and asked, "Will you p-play... Nnrgh...." She craned out her spine and dropped the request embarrassedly, distracted by Sam's briskly rubbing her clit with his fingers. But Sam was listening closely, and looked down at her tailbase, eyeing her tailhole. Sliding a hand up her hip, he caressed her left buttocks and began to gently grace a finger up and down the ultrasoft patch of fur in between Roxie's pussy and tailhole. "You... Nngh! ...Want this?" Sam murmured, dipping a finger into the rich pool of honey, which thickly coated his erect cock and ran down Roxie's inner thigh. He gently began to rub it along the tight ridges of Roxie's pucker, pressing lightly in tandem with his pelvic thrusts. Rox murred loudly and begin to whine, bucking back against Sam, nodding her head. Sam obediently rubbed her tailhole and slipped his finger inside the strong, muscled ring, and at the same time, fucked her wantonly. He could tell by her scent, the way she moved, the sounds she was making, that she was about to come. He felt his balls ascend against his body as the young furred body trembled vigorously in front of him, whining loudly in sexual gratification, bucking against him, desiring him, and every last drop of his hot seed. "Oh G-... NNH!!" Rox suddenly craned her spine hard, and, her body wracked with a sudden wave of immense sexual pleasure, she emitted a high-pitched, short howl which filled the room as her hot, thick honey was released, drawn out by Sam's throbbing cock. It spattered on the carpet and on Sam's legs and pants. Rox's tight tailhole cinched tightly on Sam's finger, and her now sopping wet, hot sheath seemed to suck Sam's cock inside. Sam followed immediately afterwards. He felt his seed release his balls, and he contracted his pelvic muscles in a last-ditch attempt to prolong his orgasm, and he reamed his cock deep inside of the young vixen, sent to heaven with sexual gratification, fucking her as hard as he could. When he could hold it back no longer, he buried his member into the fox's tight, velvety cunny, to the hilt, and shot his hot semen inside of her, spurting out every last drop deep inside of Roxie's body. Rox shuddered as she felt his come, and she clenched her sheath down on his length, drawing out every bit of it, murring with desire. Sam clung to her for a moment, then weakly slid out of her body, and weakly crawled up beside her on the floor, wrapping his arms around her. Sam tried to mumble some words of gratification or love to Roxie. But his panting was so out of control, he could not. Her breathing was still rapid too, so he simply wrapped his arms around her lovingly. Rox tried to whisper something in response, an intense longing inside of her satisfied. It was not entirely sexual; obviously it was a part of it. She rubbed his arms wordlessly, her glassy eyes turned up to him. She licked his cheek affectionately, a signature anthromorphic show of affection which Sam craved so badly. He gave her shoulders a little squeeze and sighed, his breathing finally slowing. Sam was so happy, he wanted to just hold Roxie until they both fell asleep, and never have to go to work all day, and... oh well. Sam did not think about tomorrow. He never wanted to stay in a moment so badly. Having Rox there with him; he did not want to let her go. He wanted to stay with her forever. "I love you, Rox..." he muttered into her ear after a few moments. She tilted her maw upwards to him, and replied, "I love you too, Sammy..." her voice was soft and sweet, and her words were simple. But those simple words, those words which had been spoken infinitely many times before and were certain to be repeated infinitely more in the future... Those were for him. He cherished them beyond the simple words they seemed to be, and wanted her, his little fox, the "Box of Rox", to say them to him forever. Fino ============ Please! Feel free to comment me via email. Direct your comms to [email protected] .