Petting your Fox 2

You are naked, standing in a heap of your discarded clothes before you even know it. No semblance of embarrassment crosses your mind and you have no idea where you take all this confidence from.

It might have to do with the look Fubuki gives you, the small blush spreading across her cheeks, her eyes on the one place they would inevitably fall upon in your current state of undress. The impatience and eagerness she radiates  boosts your ego considerably.

“Y-you always shave down there, or were you expecting something tonight?” She says with a challenging glint in her eyes. Ah, there she is — your teasing little fox. Although her sly remark barely impacts with the stutter she still cannot get rid of.

“Can’t blame a man for being prepared, can you?” You shrug, eliciting a small giggle from the woman.

Slowly, Fubuki reaches out to you, urging you to come closer and take her hand. When you do, you plant a small kiss on top of it, before you let her pull you in.

No sound besides the shifting of the sheets can be heard as you sort your limbs on top of the bed. You support yourself with your hands resting on either side of Fubuki’s head, looming over her. A small sigh escapes you, as you look down and meet her eyes.

You are one lucky guy.

Her white hair lies sprawled beneath her, wild and messy. In your half-drunk state, her black-tipped tail seems like it wants to coax you in further with all its anxious twisting. The top she wears had already hiked up some ways, exposing a portion of her belly. One strap had slid off her shoulder, too.

Your eyes trail lower, to her shorts. They are still soaked, all thanks to your previous efforts.

Fubuki looks at you expectantly, almost as if scolding you for keeping her waiting for so long.

You just smile, lean down, and kiss the little scowl right off her face.

The fox-girl hums happily into your mouth, and you feel just as giddy to indulge in her taste. Her soft lips smack against yours in irregular intervals, parting and reconnecting in a sensual game of tag.

She grunts a little, her hands trailing up your chest… then to your shoulders, gripping them tightly. When you feel her prodding your lips with her tongue, you know she wants more.

You pull away immediately.

Fubuki lets out a disappointed mewl, one which you answer with a smirk of your own — a silent promise to fully make up for the backtrack in a moment.

Never breaking eye-contact, you start to crawl backwards, until your face hovers over her stomach. There, you lean down and begin to prep Fubuki’s exposed belly with slow, deliberate kisses.

You can feel the tensing and relaxing of her abdominal muscles on your lips, each contact you make sending fiery jolts through her body. Her hands wander from your shoulders up to your head and tangle in your hair. She begins to caress your scalp, wordlessly urging you to go on, as her breathing continues to pick up.

You are more than happy to oblige.

Encouraged, you kiss upwards, nudging her top higher and higher in the process. Your goal? The frilly white bra you had just caught a glimpse of — and you will not stop until it is gone.

When the fabric reaches a point where it refuses to be pushed up further, your hands join to break the resistance, and just like that, her top is gone — thrown somewhere to the side.

“Haah~…!” While planting wet smacks of kisses to Fubuki’s décolleté, you proceed to your next target: The pesky clasp behind her back. Your lover is more than eager to arch her back to give you better access, and, after a bit of fiddling, the bra is gone, too.

You lean back and admire the picture that presents itself in front of you.

Fubuki’s breasts are small and perky, with light pink nipples adorning the peaks. She had always been more of a “lean and agile” type of girl, and although you had teased her plenty in the past for her slim stature, it does not bother you in the slightest.

She is your type, after all.

You do not realize how intensely you had been staring — not until the fox-girl adverts her eyes, shyness finally catching up with her. Her little bout of self-consciousness is soon forgotten, however, when you kiss the shell of her ear and whisper a few simple words to her:

“You’re beautiful.”

Fubuki’s breath hitches, her gaze immediately snapping back to you.

You smile and begin a trail of kisses once more, now in the opposite direction — from her lips to her chin, her neck, down to her collar bone…

You reach her breasts and take one of her stiff little peaks into your mouth, gently suckling on it, while you begin to toy with the other mound, occasionally interrupting the kneading to pinch its nipple between the tips of your fingers.

“Aaahh~!” Fubuki cries out, and her hands bury themselves deeper into the tresses of your hair, torn between pushing you away and pulling you closer.

As you swirl your tongue around the areola, you are fairly confident you could get her to climax just from this kind of stimulation alone. But that is not your goal right now.

With a last squeeze for good measure, you leave her sensitive chest behind and continue your path of destruction downwards.

Passing her belly button, you soon reach her shorts, and while you undo them, it is brought to your mind just how drenched they are.

My, maybe you should get Fubuki something to drink. She must be dehydrated, losing so much fluid.

You peel the soiled pants from her legs and throw them into a corner, where they land with a wet smack. Not paying it any mind, you focus your attention back onto her once-white, now-see-through panties — the last flimsy piece of clothing that remains on your lover.

A strange hunger rises up in you and it must have shown on your face. Fubuki’s eyes widen and she begins to stutter: “Y-you… aren’t going to… a-are you? You shouldn’t…! You d-don’t have to- NyaaaAAh~!”

Before she can protest further, you have already ripped her panties downwards and buried your face in her crotch.

You do not have the patience to fully get the cotton string off of her, resulting in it now dangling somewhere around the back of her knees, but that is not really a bother. To the contrary: Her limited range of movement is quite handy to hinder her squirming as you start to attack her snatch.

“Nohooo~!” She calls out helplessly, her hands digging into the sheets of your bed. “This… this… p-place is noaaahht for l-licking~!”

You beg to disagree.

The smooth, shiny lips guarding her entrance are just right for wet, sloppy kisses… her stiff little clit ideal to violently suckle on it… and the tight slit of her pussy is perfect to trail it with your nose and tongue — repeatedly. deeply.

And her taste. Good lord, her taste!

You wrap your arms around her waist and pull her closer, to bury your face even deeper in the heavenly softness of her crotch and her sweet aroma.

It is not quite like licking a candy-cane, but there is something particular to the musky, tangy taste of her arousal that you cannot get enough of.

You know all about the memes on the internet talking about how scoring an animal girl would “turn you half-animal yourself”. You are even aware of the scientific papers that talk about the pronounced effect pheromones of females in heat could have on unsuspecting males…

… but you had not expected it would be this wild of a ride.

You feel the indescribable urge you have had before, back when the air had been laden with Fubuki’s scent — right after her first peak.

Only it is ten times worse this time around.

Possessiveness bubbles up in you. Every fiber in your body screams at you that it is time. Time to toss this squealing little female around and make her yours — to mount her until she collapses into a quivering mess beneath you, nothing but the moan of your name on her lips.

You return to your secret technique from earlier and start to rub her clit, never stopping to tongue-fuck her narrow tunnel while doing so.

Your jaw may be sore at this point, but every moan you manage to draw from her is well worth the effort.

“Nyaa… haa… haaaaAAA!” Fubuki cries out as her third orgasm comes crashing in. You take a last big mouthful of her addicting taste, before you are forced to pull back, lest you get waterboarded with her sweet honey.

A wolfish grin spreads across your face, as you witness the last spurts of her climax splutter forth between her spasming thighs, covering your naked chest in the process.

You wipe your face in the crook of your arm and slowly crawl back to eye-level with Fubuki. She has her face hidden behind her hands, but it takes next to no effort to peel them away.

Deciding to demean your woman a little, you move in and kiss her, quickly breaching the barrier of her lips and thus forcing her to taste herself.

Fubuki whines and squirms at first, half-heartedly pushing against your head and chest to break the humiliating lip-lock, but you are persistent and overpower her with ease.

Just as you had thought, it takes mere moments before the fox-girl falls prey to her own pheromones and her demeanor changes.

Now she is the eager one, her tongue wrestling yours, deepening the kiss. Her arms wrap around your neck, and she mewls softly, begging you to swap even more spit with her.

You would love to, really — but you would much prefer to be balls-deep inside her while doing so. “Mhm…mhh!”

Hmm… or maybe….

“Waa?!” Fubuki gasps in surprise when you pull away, breaking the hold she has on you. Without saying a word, you grab her by the hips and flip her to her belly, eliciting a yelp from your childhood friend.

Not giving her any time to recover, you grab the panties dangling at her knees and drag her towards you. “Ahh… he-hey! H-hold on…!” You set a few impulses here and tug a bit there, until you have her on her hands and knees in front of you, her shapely rear exposed — yours for the taking.

Fubuki falls silent once she realizes what kind of position you have put her in. Her tail subconsciously starts to hike up, giving you all the access you could possibly need.

You chuckle a little and start to kiss your way from the base of her tail up her spine, the salty taste of her sweat mixing with the taste of her arousal already on your lips.

Once you have yourself draped fully over her, you are able to reach just far enough to be able to kiss her jaw and whisper into her ear.

“I thought a little fox like you would love to be mated like this…” You feel her frame quivering below you, and not just from your weight resting on her back.

In this position, a slight thrust of your hips is enough for your erection to slide between her thighs and rub against her slippery wet folds. “You feel that, Fuu…?”

“Ahh… m-mhmm…!” Fubuki stiffly nods her head, a small moan escaping her.

“You like that?”

“Y-yeshhh…!”

“Good…” You hum and kiss her cheek. “I’m going to make you mine now…” Shifting your weight to your left arm, you manage to free up your right hand, which you use to softly caress her underside — from her chest down to her belly. “That’s what you want… right, Fuu?”

Another nod, yes — this one even more eager. You grin and grab the base of your cock. It is already well lubricated, but you rub it against her sloppy wet entrance a few more times for good measure, before your line up…

…and push into her in one swift motion, burying yourself as deep as you can.

‘Holy… FUCK!’ You let out a groan as the hot tightness immediately grabs a hold of you.

You cannot help yourself from slumping forward, your face buried between the shoulder blades of your lover. It takes a moment to sort all the sensations hitting you, your ragged breath hot on Fubuki’s skin as you try to regain control of your senses.

The fox-girl below you fares even worse. She had tried so very hard to control herself, to stay completely still… but it all falls apart with the first breath she takes after your intrusion.

Fubuki’s legs begin to quiver, and her velvety vice starts to clench around your cock. She bucks her rear against you in uncontrollable, desperate twitches, her tail wildly slapping against your chest. “NghhhhhHH!” She moans, the sound muffled, as she buries her face in the nearest pillow she is able to get a hold of.

When she finally falls still, you feel a wet trickle run down your balls and the inside of your leg.

“Fuu…” You chuckle, slightly out of breath yourself, just from holding on to her, trying to stay on this ride. “Did you just… come from that?”

“N-no…” Fubuki lies, her voice barely audible, face still buried in your pillow. Your grin widens.

“Oh?” You feign surprise. “So you’re not… all sensitive and twitchy right now?”

“Nuh-uh!” Fubuki denies. You pull out of her just a little and test her claim with a first thrust. “Hyaah!”

She had always been a bad liar. But if she wants to play that game, who are you to deny her?

…

“Hahh… hah… haaah~!” Your childhood friend lasts for a whopping four thrusts, before her hands and legs give in, and she falls flat on her stomach -– reduced to a moaning mess.

Seeing this as no reason to slow down, you continue to plow into her from behind. “F-fuck!” You groan, the new angle making her already viciously narrow snatch feel even tighter. After a bit of experimenting, you realize that instead of prone-boning her with fast-paced thrusts, slower, more violent ones increase the pleasure you feel immensely.

“AhhHH! I- I… ca-caaaAAAnn’t!!” Fubuki squeals, but you have no mind for her incoherent babbling, so you lean forward, covering her much smaller frame in the process, and shut her up with a sloppy kiss.

Fubuki twists her head, welcoming your tongue with wanton despair. “Pleashh… mooaahh…” She moans into your mouth and the absolute rapture behind her pleas makes your heart throb and your loins burn.

You want more, too. You need more.

More kisses, more moans… more body contact. There is nothing but Fubuki on your mind.

Only one regret lingers in the back of your head: You had already touched this girl a thousand times before, never realizing how erotic and fulfilling it could feel. If only you had been a little more honest with each other a bit sooner…

‘Fuck it.’

Determination to make up for your ignorance floods you and you wrap one arm around her midsection, yanking her in with the next thrust you perform — thus increasing the friction between your privates even further. It makes the fox-girl bite down onto your lip from the sensation it creates. “MghhhH!”

You are stunned for a second, the short spike of pain mixed into all this pleasure awakening something animalistic in you yet again — something you did not know you had.

A short nip back turns into an elaborate battle of bites, kisses and the messy clash of your tongues — adding even more heat to the already steaming hot session.

As the love-mating continues, the room echoes with the wet slaps of your bodies joining in the most primal of ways. Fubuki’s groans are perfectly in sync with the groans of your bed — the furniture currently getting just as abused as your lover’s pussy.

It is not enough for her, it seems. “Pleeease~…! I nee-… need…!” She urges you on, her tail whipping against your sweat-covered chest with each motion you perform.

“…more?” You chuckle and grit your teeth. Disappointing your lover is not an option. This night will not end — you will not stop until Fubuki begs you to do so. With that thought on your mind, you grab the base of her tail and give the fluffy appendage a hearty tug.

“Hiiiiiya~!” The fox-girl’s whole body stiffens — her toes curl and the fur on her tail bristles. You let out a groan of your own, your dick getting wrung almost painfully by her clenching insides. Only a moment later, she collapses in on herself, her body becoming soft like jelly and you are free to do with her as you please again.

And that you do.

The hammering of your hips soon gets violent enough that you are forced to reach your free hand up to brace against the headboard, lest you propel Fubuki’s head into the wood from the momentum created. However, that is all the comfort you are willing to give her. Too great is the pleasure you are feeling from plunging into her.

You would not be surprised if a look into a mirror would show your reflection foaming at the mouth right now.

At this point, Fubuki is nothing but a gargling mess, her reaction to your kisses getting slower and slower, and her overall resistance waning. She might just be about to pass out — again — and you know you cannot go on for much longer either, the familiar feeling of imminent release creeping up in your groin.

Right then, Fubuki comes undone. Her movement falls completely out of sync with yours, and she begins to spasm. Her wet tunnel clamps and quivers around your member, as the most violent orgasm yet starts shaking her.

Her face is… wait. You cannot see her face.

In fact, you had not seen it for a single one of her peaks — something that you just could not accept.

Knowing you are cutting it real close here, you mobilize your last resources. Ripping yourself free from Fubuki’s ungodly tight snatch, you grab her with shaking hands and toss her onto her back.

Impressed with your own accuracy, you dive between her legs and slide your cock back into her already orgasming pussy — to meet her for the grand finale.

You wrap both arms around Fubuki and lift her from the bed, holding her body as tightly to you as you can, right as you reach nirvana. With two last thrusts, you bury yourself as deep as anatomically possible and spill all that you have into your lover’s womb.

The peak rocks you like a rowing boat, each spurt taking the breath out of you and sending another tingle down your spine. It feels amazing.

“N-nyaaaaahHH!~” Your actions draw forth a sugary sweet moan, the feeling of your cum flowing into Fubuki doing… something to her.

Fubuki’s expression is well worth the gamble you took, too — her cerulean orbs ripped wide open and teary, staring at you like a deer caught in headlights. Her breathing is erratic, and she reaches both hands up to your face, caressing its sides with frantic touches.

She looks like she has no idea who and where she is, the understanding of space and time fucked right out of her.

It is as if she is about to drown in a raging current of her own pleasure, and you are the only rock able to hold her back in the realm of sanity. Only natural that she would cling onto you — that would explain why her legs are now wrapped around you in a tight lock, at least. You succumb to the incredible urge to kiss her hard and deep, a decision you would not ever come to regret.

“Haah… haaahhhh….” Your lips part, and a few moments later, Fubuki’s breathing begins to shallow out. She collapses against your chest, her face nuzzling into the side your neck.

Then, just when you start to think all is over, the fox-girl starts to grind her hips against yours in small, shy thrusts, trying to coax the last drops of your essence out of you.

You somehow get the impression that she expects you not to notice the milking, which you find oddly adorable.

Wondering about it for a second, you decide it is probably just her instincts acting out. She had been on birth control ever since she hit puberty, you know that, so everything should be fine. If not… well, you might have just pumped a whole lot of puppies into your childhood friend.

And you would not deny the responsibility for that.

You are pretty sure Shirakami-Mama would not even be that upset. She and your mom had basically shipped you two from the start. Shirakami-Papa on the other hand…

Well, that is a bridge to cross once you get there. Right now, the addicting warmth of Fubuki’s body-heat and the post-orgasmic euphoria coursing through you is easily overpowering any unpleasant thought of the future.

…

As the minutes pass, Fubuki’s displays of affection grow more and more… animalistic. Simple nuzzles turn into wet licks, and shy thrusts turn into her feverishly rubbing against you — no doubt in an effort to smother you in her scent.

‘Cute.’ You think to yourself. It is quite the unnecessary undertaking, as you are sure that you will smell part-Fubuki for the rest of your life, what with how much fluids you had swapped in the last hour.

Nevertheless, you gently hold her in your arms while she acts out her urges, simply enjoying the primal skinship while you draw random patterns onto the skin of her back, whispering soothing words into her ears.

This holds up for quite a while, but when Fubuki pulls back, whimpers and starts to lick your face, things are getting a bit too dog-like, even for your tastes — tail wagging included.

You snort as her tongue tickles your nose and you grab a hold of her head,  gently prying it away. Calming her down turns into a bigger challenge than you initially thought, as Fubuki is not easily dissuaded from showing her devotion to you. In the end, the simplest way turns out to be the most effective:

Petting her like you could only pet a fox-girl.

Eager scratches behind the ears that make the tufty appendages twitch in pleasure, rubbing her chin and cooing to her, softly squishing and caressing her cheeks, until she closes her eyes and leans into you…

You chuckle a little from Fubuki’s animal-like responses, and it seems to finally pull her back to reality. She starts to blink, confused for a moment, before she joins your laughter with shy giggles of her own.

Touching your forehead to hers, you let out a deep breath of satisfaction and lower the both of you down onto the bed. It is then that you finally slide out of the fox-girl, your softened member sensitive from all the abuse it had received.

“You alright?” You whisper to Fubuki and nudge her nose with your own, careful not to ruin the peaceful atmosphere.

“M-hm…” Fubuki hums back, her cheeks flushed and eyes half-lidded. She leans in, her breath brushing against your lips for a second, before she kisses you.

It should be a familiar sensation by now, but the contact feels completely different this time. Slower, gentler… with your mind somewhat clear at this point, a lot more deliberate, too. And even more sensual.

You continue to bask in this sensation for as long as you can. No words are exchanged — only kisses, caresses and little love-bites.

Unfortunately, the situation soon develops from sexy into… somewhat sticky. The mess you had caused in your lust-driven frenzy is finally catching up with you.

“J-juck…” Fubuki chuckles and buries her face in your chest, embarrassed. You get what she means. Shifting around is… uncomfortable, with her skin sticking to yours from all the fluids you both are covered in.

“You… wanna head to the shower fist? I’ll take care of the bed.” You offer, as you run your hand through Fubuki’s silvery-white tresses, working out some of the many knots entangled in it.

The fox-girl whines in distaste, but with a few kisses of encouragement (and a light poke to her ribs), she finally peels away from you, and slides out of the bed.

“Jerk.” She mumbles in fake-resentment, pouting at you and covering her modest chest with one arm. She has to cup the other hand between her legs to keep the stuffing you had filled her with from dripping all over the floor, while she awkwardly waddles across the room.

When she shoots you a last glare over the shoulder before entering the bathroom, you have half a mind to jump up and follow her.

Shame really that your shower is way too small for such steamy engagements —  it would more likely result in an awkward slip-and-slide with plenty of bruises waiting on the other side.

You shake yourself from your day-dreaming, a dumb grin on your face, and move to put on your boxers, before starting to change the sheets.

…

The faint sound of running water can be heard in the background, while you collect the evidence of your escapades in a heap of pheromone-soaked fabric, and put on a fresh layer of bedding in preparation for the (hopefully) cozy rest of the night.

Right after you finish, the bathroom door opens. Fubuki steps out, only covered with a flimsy white towel.

She looks breathtaking. Her hair and tail are still damp, and her shy demeanor mixed with the post-coital glow she radiates completely mesmerizes you.

Shaking yourself from your trance, you slowly walk over to her. There is a bit of hesitation in your step — expected, after you two had some time to reflect on all the happenings.

But you got this. You are confident. You are sure about this. You want this.

Leaning in, you peck Fubuki on the cheek. “I’ll be right back.” You whisper to her and the fox-girl nods, a blush coloring the spot you had just kissed. She had not recoiled from your show of affection, so you are hopeful that she feels the same as you, now off of the high of her heat for good.

“Uhm… h-hurry, okay?” She calls after you, just as you are about to disappear into the bathroom. You hum in affirmation, a warm sensation settling in the pit of your stomach as you close the door.

…

This must be the fastest shower of your life. The whole time, your mind is screaming at you, telling you that every second wasted could be the pivoting point for Fubuki to realize that you are not that great of a catch  — the point where she decides that she wants to jump ship, after all.

On the other hand, you need to get at least clean enough to not smell of sweat and cum anymore, as it has turned into a massive turn-off rather quickly.

When you are done, you hastily dry off and exit the bathroom, clothed in nothing but a fresh pair of boxers. To your elation, Fubuki had not fled into the night while you were cleaning up. She is currently sitting on your bed, wearing an old, oversized shirt she must have snatched from your closet.

Her ears perk and she looks up from her phone she had been twiddling with.

And with that, your eyes meet.

You can feel the blood climbing to your cheeks, an image mirrored in the face of the fox-girl in front of you.

Neither of you moves and you catch yourself holding your breath. Then, slowly, Fubuki lifts her hand and pats the spot on the mattress next to her, not breaking eye contact with you.

Your belly does a flip and you do not waste any time, accepting her invitation and sliding underneath the covers next to her. When your shoulders touch, a jolt shoots through you and you immediately get the urge to build upon the sensation — to increase the points of contact with Fubuki.

But there is some hidden, unknown force hindering you. Shyness? Hesitation? Second guesses? Whatever it is, you wish it would just fuck off into the night.

The idling title screen of the horror movie that still plays in the background had been the only source of sound for a while, before you finally pull yourself together and sigh: “So… how awkward are we feeling right now?”

Fubuki chuckles nervously, an indicator that the question had hit the nail on the head. “I’d… uhm, give it a… six out of ten? Mhm.” She answers after some back and forth.

“That’s quite high…” You determine with a furrowing brow, unsatisfied with the result. The fox-girl nods in agreement.

“I don’t want it to be like that…”

You take a deep breath. “Yeah, me neither…”

Come on, man. You had just done unspeakably wild bedside-maneuvers with your childhood friend — surely you could provide a bit more competent aftercare than a virgin middle schooler!

With that thought in mind, you wrap one arm around her shoulders and pull Fubuki in, stroking the side of her head with gentle motions, your hand totally not jittery.

Your lover is quick to overcome her initial stiffness and she soon begins to wrap her small arms around you. The little whiffs she takes while cuddling closer are not lost to you, and a strange sense of pride bubbles forth as you observe the peaceful expression that your scent seems to create on Fubuki’s face.

“Better?” You ask after a while and Fubuki happily hums in response. “Mhm…  very much. I… really like your warmth.”

You press a long kiss into the shock of her hair. “Right back atcha, Fuu.”

…

A long period of pleasant silence covers the room, before Fubuki suddenly jolts up, as if overcome with a sudden idea. She begins to fish for her phone lying somewhere on the sheets and quickly activates the face-camera.

Not wasting a second, she latches onto your arm, pressing her cheek to yours while striking a giddy selfie-pose, her smile shining as bright as the sun. You have no idea where the sudden burst of energy comes from.

“I didn’t take you for one to take after-sex trophy pics…” you murmur through your teeth as you give an perplexed smile for the camera, just as Fubuki activates the shutter.

“Wha- it’s just for safekeeping! Since this is a new chapter in our… you know… relationship. Mhm! I’ll add it to our album!” The fox-girl argues animatedly.

“…We have an album? Ah, anyways, I’m sure it's just for that and you won’t post it in some girl-only chat-group to brag with it, riiight?”

You can feel a slight slap against your shoulder, before Fubuki falls back into your embrace, now busy with assessing the quality of the photos she took.

“Well, there’s no such group, but if you’re that eager to have it spread around, I’m sure your mom would love a copy!” She huffs, and you can practically feel the self-satisfaction from her smug reply radiating from her.

“Ugh, please don’t. That’d be super awkward. At least a twelve out of ten.” You play into her spiel, groaning in embarrassment.

“Hah! Too late.” Fubuki exclaims, and demonstratively shows you the chat with your mother, before putting her phone onto the nightstand. She had indeed sent the picture, together with a blushing emoji.

You lightly jab her ribs, her squirming only coaxing her further into your embrace. “Great… hope you won’t regret that once she shows it to everyone on our wedding day.”

“W-wedding?!” God, Fubuki is such a glass-cannon – it is adorable.

“M-hmmm. What, you thought this is a one-and-done kind of deal?” You gasp in fake-shock.

“Uhm… no…” Fubuki begins to babble, twiddling with the hem of the bedsheets. “But… marriage… that’s a bit… you know… early. Right?”

You rub your chin as if contemplating the argument, taking your sweet time to answer. “I’ll wait a bit then. But you did ask me to go all the way, so I intend to keep up on the promise.” You finally relent, a teasing tone in your voice.

Fubuki hides her face in your chest, mumbling something incoherent. You figure she is alright with your proposition; Teasing it may have been, but you intend to fully deliver on it – once the time is right.

After a while, the fox-girl reemerges. She still has a hard time making eye contact with you, so there must be something on her mind.

“You know… talking about marriage…” She hesitantly begins, drawing random patterns onto your chest. “By the old laws of the woods, we’re technically… a mated couple already…”

“Oh? And what does that mean?” You are fully aware what it means, it is part of every senior grade history class, but you want to hear it coming out of Fubuki’s mouth.

“It m-means… uhm, that you’re… mine! You know, like… p-partner! Mouu… isn’t ‘mate’ pretty self explanatory? A-and you can’t have anyone else! Uhm, at least until the next cycle!”

You cock your head in question. “And after that?”

This has Fubuki splutter for a bit, before she murmurs: “W-well, I’d have to renew my claim on you…”

“Damn…” with a thunk, your head falls back against the headboard, the theatrical display making your lover flinch in surprise. “I have to wait that long until I can have you again?”

“…H-hah?!” God, you just love to see your fox drifting further and further into a blushing mess. She eyes you, her face beet-red and ears flat on her head, while she tries to determine how serious your question had been.

“N-no…” she shyly corrects in the end. “We can… uhm, do… you know… it… outside of me being in h-heat as well…. It’s just, ah…”

“Just…?” You pry further, a shit-eating grin on your face. Every attempt to restore eye-contact is skillfully dodged by your partner.

“D-don’t be disappointed if it’s a lot less… primal.”

“Hey, I’m fine with lovey-dovey sex, too!”

“Lovey do-! You… j-jerk!” The shameless admittance has Fubuki lunge at you in a playful attack. You only laugh out loud and fight her weak punches by grabbing her around the waist and pulling her into your lap, holding her tight until her resistance fades and she cuddles back into you, grumbling cutely.

A few kisses later, all teasing is forgotten.

“Honestly, though… it’s fine, Fuu.” You murmur to her after a while, your tone much more serious than before. “I’m happy either way. I just want to be with you.”

Those words have the fox-girl tighten her hold on you, a happy little mewl escaping her throat. “And I hope I wasn’t… too rough this time. I know you usually want to be in control of things…”

“You weren’t…” Fubuki mumbles, peeking at you from her hiding spot in the crook of your neck. “…A-and I was in control!” She pouts. “F-females always are, we just give you males the impression that we aren’t to make you feel better about yourselves. Mhm!”

“Riiight…” Your eyes narrow at the dodgy claim. “You sure seemed in control when you were gargling into my pillow as I sexed you into the mattress… or when you were slobbering all over my face afterwards…”

“S-stooohooop!” The woman whines loudly, and back into her hiding spot she goes.

You decide that this is close enough to victory, so you stop your jabs, returning to caresses instead, much to Fubuki’s satisfaction.

“This… this is perfect.” She whispers groggily, while you experiment which petting-spots are the best to turn her into putty. “…You were great by the way.”

“Likewise.” You whisper back. “And make sure to get used to it. We’re a mated couple now, remember?”

“Mhm.” You can tell she is about to drift off into the realm of dreams, but there is one more thing you have to tell her tonight, before you can follow her without a single regret left in you…

“I love you, Fubuki.”

“Love you, too…”