Armor
Warm droplets of water softly ran down the shower walls. Hair dripping, the girl sat on the floor, watching her lover at work. She kept absolutely still as his scissors snipped away. The polar bear was completely focused on her pussy, trimming away all of her hair.
After dating for several weeks, Edmond had finally convinced his human girlfriend to get trimmed. Having informed him at her failed past attempts, Natasha ended up convincing him to do it instead. So, they bought a few cosmetic supplies, waited for an afternoon to themselves, had a communual shower, and went at it. He'd also been so gentle while they bathed, washing every bit of her, paying special attention between her legs. She bit back her moans when he scrubbed; he seemed to be getting one last feel before it would be gone...
She found herself too embarressed to watch him work, each gentle sound of the snipping keeping her cheeks pink. She kept her eyes upward, the water still dripping from the shower head. They tapped on her brow like Chinese water torture. But it was the noises the brought a personal agony. The sounds soon ceased, and Natasha glanced down, seeing how much shorter it was. All the looping curls were gone, the air so much cooler around it. But he wasn't done yet.
Edmond grabbed a tube of gel, squeezing some into his paw before rubbing it on the dark triangle. "Ah-" she squeaked softly as he continued to work. Her mate was completely engrossed in the task, looking at her body in a way she'd never seen before. It made her heart pound even faster than usual. The polar bear grabbed a simple razor, scritching it along the edges of her hairline. He was being so careful, she didn't even feel afraid of being nicked. Reaching over, Natasha turned on the faucet, a strong stream of warm water running out, ready to clear her hair from the blades. The water pooled slightly against her buttocks and it felt good. Whenever he reached his paw up to clean the razor, Edmond looked her in the eyes, smiling warmly. She could tell he was getting excited over this. And so was she.
She eventually stopped staring at the running water, letting her gaze fall upon what he was doing. It startled her to see the dark hair give way to such pale flesh. It took some time, but eventually he cleared her pussy of all hair, even trimming her labia. Using his paw as a cup, Edmond poured the warm water over her, clearing hair and soap. Each pour caused a noise to emit from her. She felt so delicate down there now. He reached inside a little jar, scooping out a bit of cream and rubbing it into where the hair once was. Natasha held back only half of her moans as he cared for her. And after that, it was a fluffy towel, and a trip in his arms to the bed. "Well love, how to do you feel?"
"Weak, vulnerable. I feel so naked down there."
"Hun, you're already naked."
"You know what I mean." He laid her down on the bed, admiring his own handiwork. "You're so soft down here." He pressed his muzzle against her and she cried out unexpectedly. It really did feel so much more sensitive than usual. He murred softly before running his tongue against her flesh. She almost screamed his name. His thumbs stroked higher than his tongue, reveling in how bare she was now. There was just something about the feel of skin without fur. Could have been why he fell in love with her instead of anyone else.
Natasha writhed pitifully as he nearly engulfed her pussy, his tongue exploring everywhere now. Had his tongue always felt like this? So hot, so knowing? It mattered not. Now it was the only thing she could focus on. Already she was so close to orgasm, it never took this little time to make her cum. "Edmond!" she called out, signaling him to finished her off. But he didn't do anything. He merely continued at his own pace, calmly enjoying the feel of her as though he never would after this day. Natasha squirmed, trying to push herself deeper into his muzzle. In retaliation, the strokes of his tongue were gentler, truly knowing how soft she was. "Edmond, please. I...I won't wear any underwear until my hair grows back if you just let me cum now!" She'd never been so desperate before. Edmond didn't seem to mind at all. After another moment of torture, he pressed his tongue deep inside her folds. It was all she needed as she suddenly bucked her hips, shouting as a torrent of pleasure ripped through her. "Oh god," she panted as he crawled up to see her face. A paw remained, cupping her warmth, refusing to give up the feeling like a gentleman refuses good wine. He didn't tell her that he planned to keep her trimmed like this. No more panties to get in the way of his future fun with her. Even if feeling the results were beautiful, Edmond had actually enjoyed the trimming itself. It was so close and intimate, trusting. Exposing herself like this meant more than if she'd bared her neck to him. The polar bear kissed his mate softly. As he did, his paw gently rubbed her, drawing out another moan. "Now, let's see how good you feel against other body parts," he said slyly...