The fox and the... dog?
#1 of Kayaa's story
Part 1
"You're so.. crude, Kayaa, crude and fat. Why don't you just go home? You know just as well that dancing is not your thing," a Siamese femme sneered at the red headed arctic fox. Kayaa simply huffed, sending a death glare with her gorgeous amber eyes. "Fat..? These are called tits, honey, maybe it's time you grew some too," she hissed under her breath.
"Kayaa? Miss Kayaa Malut?"
Kayaa shot a last glare at the snobby cat, before running off to the voice. "Yes, I'm Kayaa, sorry it took so long ma'am," She smiled politely as she spoke in her sweetest voice. "It's alright, my dear, you best go in now and show them what you got," the elderly looking lady couldn't help but.. notice.. Kayaa's assets. She shook her head and muttered to herself, "Heaven help her.."
With a quick pace she entered the room, fidgeting just a little with her fingers. A quick curtsy, replied with a nod. "Ok, here goes nothing girl, you can do it," Kayaa thought to herself. She eyed the man at the piano, he looked to be in his thirties, not feminine like the other men in this place. "Could you play something.. exotic for me, please? Arabic perhaps?" Her tongue couldn't help but brush her lips, such a horrid tease. Luckily for all, she snaps out of it quickly. "Don't get distracted you.. idiot!" she sneers at herself. The board of teachers stares at her, rather confused about the display.
"I apologize, nerves and all," she mutters sheepishly towards her audience.
The man at the piano begins to play and slowly Kayaa starts her performance. She sits on the floor, swaying gently to the music, then faster.. onto her feet. Her hips gyrate like a belly dancer, her well rounded rear messing most definitely with the piano man's head. Her arms make graceful, intricate patterns in the air as she tiptoes around to the music. Pirouette, jump, dance. Her fingers slide over her curvy body as she gets lost in the mysterious music, six mouths drop, five teachers and a piano man who pitches a tent to go along with it. Her entire body twists and turns, curves moving like waves on the sea. Pirouette, drop! She lays on the floor, her hands telling stories with patterns in the air, the rest of her body grinding and twisting. Stop, face down on the floor and a mess of crimson strands spills over the floor like water. The piano man ends his music, the performance has reached it's finale.
Kayaa crawls onto her knees, tossing her long hair back. She smiles at the board, "Thank you for your time, I hope you are satisfied." Soft whimpering from the piano can be heard at those words.. satisfied.. A certain someone was left hungering, not satisfied. The principal shakes her head at the male, "Would you like a short break while we talk to Miss Malut, Joe?" She does not wait for an answer and faces Kayaa. Joe runs out the auditorium as fast as he can. The principal rolls her eyes, "Well.. Kayaa.. That was.. different. Very upsweeping as you can tell. But.. we are an old school, for 187 years we have taught young girls the art of classical ballet as you know, and well, that didn't really qualify as such.. Wouldn't you agree? I fear this school may not be the place for you, I am sorry."
The young fox' heart stops, her eyes grow wide, "You are.. kicking me out? YOU ARE KICKING ME OUT?" Her eyes burn with fury. "You are aware that I am Kayaa Malut, right? My mother is Christina Malut," Kayaa tries to fight her tears of rage and disbelief.
"We are well aware, and we feel that such a prime example of classic ballet would agree with us. You are a very good dancer, but simply not fit for this school.. perhaps.. exotic dance is more for you." The principal, an old saggy poodle, turns toward the window, "I will have transportation arranged for you, Miss Malut, please have your belongings packed by seven tonight."
Kayaa is stunned, did they just tell her to become a stripper?! She growls ferociously, but knows in her heart that hurting these people wont get her anywhere. Her head drops and she leaves to her dorm without a word.
Part 2
Joe is standing just outside the room, he's a fairly strapping shepherd, slightly unkempt and rather out of place looking. He taps Kayaa on the shoulder as she goes by. "Hey gorgeous, that was amazing," he smiles at her as he lifts her teary face with a finger. "Don't let that dusty bunch get to you, babe, I liked it.. Sure it ain't classic ballet, but who in their right mind likes that stuff anyway?" his soft lips press a kiss on her muzzle. "Why don't I help you pack, hm? Maybe I can cheer you up a little.. and maybe you can dance for me some more?" the canine grins a bit as he scratches the back of his neck.
Kayaa simply nods at the offer and shuffles to her room with the dog by her side. She's relieved to find her room empty, she'd hate to explain to her roommates what happened.
The saddened fox sits down on her bed, still sobbing a bit. Joe closes the door with a smile, "We don't need no peeping Toms, you need to relax a little, hm?" She agrees with him.
The canine sits besides her and caresses her hair, smiling the entire time. His muzzle brushes her cheek as he speaks softly, "You're very pretty, Miss Malut, very pretty indeed." She stares into his dark brown eyes and blushes a bit. "Well.. thank you, Joe.. Call me Kayaa, please?" The shepherd nods, "You're very pretty, Kayaa, and you dance very well." The fox dries her eyes and smiles sweetly, "Joe.. if you hate ballet so much, why do you work here?" He grins and takes her hand, "Well, my dear Kayaa, that old hag that expelled you is my aunt. See, I lost my last job at a bar after some trouble.. so she got me this job here. Just a little favor she owed my family, nothing more. I should find me a better gig, that's for sure."
Kayaa has gotten up and grabbed one of her bags, she nods at Joe, "I understand, that's how I got in. Your aunt owed my mom one.. I suppose on my own I would never even have made it past the auditions in the first place." Joe laughs, "Come on, how could they deny Christina Malut's daughter? They'd be out of their minds!" The fox frowns at the canine, "Well, they sure as hell could kick Christina Malut's daughter.. as we both have seen.."
Part 3
Joe gets up and locks the door, "Listen up kiddo, you need to cheer up, you got out of this dump and you've met me. You'll see this is the best day in your life." Kayaa's ears perk at the sound of the lock. "Why are you locking the door? And what makes you so special?" The canine simply grins as he unbuttons his jeans, "You'll see, dear Kayaa, you'll see. First I'm gonna make you feel better."
Kayaa just freezes and stares at his big, throbbing cock.
"You like that, don't you Foxy?" Joe grabs his dick and strokes it a few times.
She keeps silent and stares.
"Oh come on, you're acting like you've never seen a dick in your life.."
Kayaa whimpers softly and looks him into the eyes.
"Oh.. you haven't.. Sheesh girl, the way you dance and tease.. I thought you were an experienced little foxy. How old are you in the first place?"
The little vixen mumbles softly, "Seventeen.. Eighteen in two months.."
Joe slaps his forehead, "I figured you were a lot older, oh well, you're in need of a good fuck either way, can't worry about two measly months.
The shepherd grabs the paralyzed vixen and sets her on the bed, spreading her legs gently. He dives muzzle down and pulls the bottom of her dance outfit to the side, away from her privates. "Damn, that's one tight pussy.. Mmmm," he licks his lips and grins broadly before taking a good sniff at the young, fresh meat. His tongue lashes out and licks at the pink folds, getting finally some reaction out of Kayaa. Tempted by her involuntary trembling he licks again and again, making the shivering worse.. the fox even moans a little. Joe's urges grow as the little fox ripens before his eyes. He inserts his wet tongue into the slightly opening cunt, tasting her young juices. It doesn't take long at all for Kayaa to open fully to Joe's efforts, her folds red and wet and waiting for a nice thick cock.
Joe sits up and finds himself a spot next to Kayaa, who seems actually upset that he stopped. He answers her questioning eyes with a chuckle, "Eager little foxy, we can't go that fast!" Joe leans back, his slick canine cock protruding into the air. "If I'm gonna teach you about a good fuck, you first need to meet the meat." He grabs her hand and lays it on his throbbing dick, "Why don't you stroke it for me, Kayaa? Maybe you want to taste it too?"
Kayaa nods and smiles obediently, tightening her small hand around the massive penis, slowly jerking it. The dog lays his head back, his eyes clenched shut as he growls softly. The vixen stops immediately and whimpers, "What did I do? Did I hurt you?" Joe simply shakes his head and urges her to go on. Kayaa does as she's told, moving her hand up and down the glistening shaft, slowly drenched in Joe's pre-cum. The canine can't help his instincts and starts grinding his pelvis to the air, growling louder and louder.
The young arctic fox giggles to the display, sure she read and heard things, but this was the real deal: A real man. Staring at Joe in awe, still jerking his cock, she reaches down to her own crotch. She slips a finger in her cunt, now so.. so wet, perhaps she was a virgin but truly a lustful one at that. Kayaa had dreamt of a man who'd teach her things, she'd seen the magazines.. watched the movies, secretly of course. The vixen's mind wanders, thinking of the things she never knew. Joe raises his head to her, she obviously is not noticing how loud she's getting.
"Kayaa, baby, want some help with that?" he laughs, watching Kayaa, who is laying back in the pillow. She's got two fingers shoved up her cunt, thrusting rather rapidly, as she moans loudly. The young vixen looks up at Joe's words, not realizing what happened. He laughs again, "Someone is getting carried away, want some help with that babe?" The canine doesn't wait for an answer however and grabs the little fox by the waist, placing her on all fours underneath him. She gasps as he plunges his twelve inches into her tight cunt. The canine moves slowly at first, allowing Kayaa to adjust to the new experience. It doesn't take long however before he's mounted and fucking her full force. They both howl like wolves at the moon, grunting... growling.
Part 4
Right as Joe is about to shoot a huge load of sperm into his little foxy prey, the door swings open. Kayaa is caught like a deer in headlights, her eyes wide and her body paralyzed. The canine jumps off the bed with a blanket, covering himself immediately, leaving the vixen bare to all.
"Fuck, aunt Mae, can't you knock? I was just cheering the babe up a bit." The poodle lady just shakes her head, "We've had plenty of cheering up, Joe, and I think this is most definitely the last time. I don't care what you do with the maids or the lunch lady, but a student?" The principal frowns, "And you Kayaa, surely I had expected some better judgment from you.. Please, put some clothes on.." The vixen however is still frozen in shock, muttering gibberish. The poodle doesn't take kindly and growls, "NOW, Miss Malut!"
Kayaa flies off the bed, grabbing a hoodie that's laying on the floor and some sweatpants. "Yes, ma'am! I'm sorry ma'am!" The principal signals her guards to enter the room, "Pack her bags and escort these two out, I do not wish to see either one of them ever again." She then faces Kayaa, "I will not inform your mother of this incident, heaven knows our reputation would be ruined! MY reputation would be shot! You have been expelled and I have no idea where you went, you left before I could contact your mother, understood?" The vixen nods, still somewhat stunned. Joe wraps his arm around her and nuzzles her hair some. Auntie Mae just tries to ignore it.
Part 5
The door slams shut, Kayaa's bags had been dumped on the sidewalk by the guards. The vixen sighs and sits down on the steps of the 'Grande Entrée' of the school. "What am I gonna do now, Joe? What are you gonna do? You just lost your job..." Her head falls in her hands, as tears flow down her cheeks.
Joe pats her back and smiles, it seems like he always smiles, always a solution.. always a plan. He kisses the top of her head and whispers, "Darlin' Kayaa, we'll be fine, first of all, I'm taking you to my place. You can stay with me babe, you know you can. Second of all, you're a dancer, you rock. I know a place where you could make tons of money dancing. Just the stuff what you did for me, ya know? You're good at that." The sobbing sea of red hair nods. The canine grabs the small fox and places her on his lap, cradling her a bit. "Foxy, you'll be fine, you'll be better than fine, you will be a star." He kisses her deeply, staring straight into her teary eyes. Kayaa can't disagree, she's well aware that Joe has experience, he probably knows lots more.
"Now, you wait her, my car is parked in the ally and I'm gonna go get it." He sets her down on the cold steps, running off to fetch his ride. Kayaa shivers a bit, it's a cold evening to be sitting outside, sweaty like this.
A loud groaning and grumbling sound comes closer to the curb, hacking and coughing a brown metallic Cadillac from thirty or forty years ago stops in front of the school entrance. Kayaa raises an eyebrow, she never drove in anything less than fancy.. limo's... corvettes etcetera. Joe hops out and grins, "Your ride, milady. I shall take your luggage, please get comfortable, champagne will be served soon."
The vixen hesitantly gets into the car, it smells musty, it smells of cigarettes and cologne. She huddles up, drawing her knees to her chest with a frown on her face. The canine gets into the car after tossing her bags in the trunk. He presses a kiss on her cheek and winks, "See it as an adventure, princess. Maybe you'll learn what the real world is like, hm?" With that, he steps on the gas, firing up the hacking and coughing of the car once more. Luckily Joe lives only blocks away from the school and the fox doesn't have to spend too long in the smelly old pimp wagon.
They pull up at a dreary looking building, trash piled in front of it, most windows cracked and taped shut. Joe beckons Kayaa to go in, "Second floor, 2B, here," he tosses her a pair of keys with a feral rabbit foot dangling off it.
Kayaa tiptoes into the building, it's so disgusting and it smells weird. She nearly trips over a drunk lady, sprawled out in the hallways. It appears to be an over aged hooker, too much makeup and wrinkles, too little teeth. The fox shivers and runs up the stairs, perhaps it's better inside Joe's pad. She unlocks the door as fast as she can, practically running inside. She leaps into a chair, curling up in it, to never come out again.
By now Joe has found his way past the whore and enters the apartment. He smirks as he finds Kayaa curled up in a chair. "I guess you met Janice, eh? She's normally very nice, a whole lot less drunk and more conscious..." He pets the vixen's head, "Really, in the morning it'll look much better, I promise." Kayaa nods sleepily, and lays her head back down. The canine picks her up and brings her to his bed, shaking his head a little. "I hope I wont regret taking you in, my little goldmine."
To be continued