Originally Posted by Mythical Pain
Rebecca rolled her eyes, and strolled over to her bed. She leaned up against one of the elegant mahogany posts, carved to resemble a vine wrapped tree stretching up to hold aloft the silvery, cloud-like canopy. For a moment, she simply smirked at the fox. It looked as though he honestly believed she’d just showed the little coyote something truly illicit. As if she’d ever show him something like that before she’d showed Foxy. She’d definitely show Foxy first. Foxy was important, and Foxy was…
…Wait, what?
Rebecca blinked, and quickly pushed that line of thinking out of her head. She smiled at the fox, and shook her head, crimson tresses swaying back and forth. “I’m wearing underwear you silly fox. Why, do you want to see too?”
“Oh,” Foxy muttered, running a hand back over his black tipped ears. He licked his muzzle, and then nodded. “Yeah. I do. But I’m not gonna ask if it’s gonna get me kicked again.”
In response, Rebecca moved to stand just in front of Foxy as he sat on the edge of her bed. He once more leaned back onto his hands, and she reached down to grasp the hem of her simple blue skirt. She drew it up even higher then she had for the coyote, all the way up to her belly. Foxy had an excellent view of her legs, from her bare feet and blue painted toes all the way up sleek, well toned female legs, smooth and soft.
Despite essentially being forbidden from having a man in her life, Rebecca saw no reason not to keep her body in good shape. She jogged through the many hallways and up and down staircases to stay healthy, and though she really had no one to show off for her, she kept her legs shaved smooth and soft. While most women rarely bothered, at least in her knowledge, she’d gotten the idea from one of her handmaidens. If nothing else, Rebecca herself liked the feel of her skin when it was soft and smooth, and that was what mattered to her.
Beneath the skirt she were only frilly blue panties that covered her sex and her rump, but little more. A line of white lace ringed the top of the blue undergarment. With the extended look she gave him Foxy was just able to make out the outline of the lips of her sex against her panties, and though he couldn’t say for sure it looked as though she kept that smooth as well. Foxy found himself entranced, and it was all he could do not to pant like a beast or reach out and touch her soft skin.
“Is this exciting you?” Rebecca asked, her voice uncharacteristically soft and unsure.
Foxy swallowed hard, and slowly nodded. “Yeah. It is.”
Without lowering her skirt yet, Rebecca lifted her foot and pressed it against Foxy’s crotch. The fox whimpered a little, his balls were still very sore, but he did not try and pull away. Now, Rebecca could more distinctly feel the fox’s genitals against her foot as he sat on the edge of the bed. The oval shapes of his vulpine testicles against her heel, the more cylindrical shape of his sheath beneath her sole and her toes. She could now feel a distinct firmness there as well, even more so then before. While letting him stare at her most private place, barely veiled in blue, she gently began to rub her foot against the fox’s sheath. Wiggling her toes a little, and working her foot up and down.
Foxy could not help but moan in pleasure. It had been a while since he’d had a female touch him in a sexual way before, it wasn’t as though he got to spend many nights out on the town, roaming from pub to pub in search of interested females. As Rebecca kept rubbing his sheath with her foot, he shivered in delight, his fur fluffing out, teeth clicking a little. Beneath his breeches his sheath was swelling rapidly now, and it wasn’t long before his tapered tip was pressing against the fabric.
Rebecca smiled at his reaction, and dropped her skirt back down. It didn’t quite cover her up though, as it lay against her raised leg, and let Foxy gaze up inside it a little bit more. At first he was disappointed, not that he really expected her to show him anything else. And when she leaned forward against that foot, putting weight against his sore vulpine balls until he was whining softly, clenching his black furred hands against the blue blankets, he was sure he was in for another game of “Scramble the Fox Eggs.”
Instead, Rebecca leaned forward to whisper into his ear, her voice soft, and somehow unsure and excited at the same time. “Can I touch it?”
Foxy blinked, his eyes soon turning into emerald saucers. Never in all the years he’d served her had he remembered her asking his permission for anything. Perhaps a few times here and there, but it was always a rhetorical question. She was royalty, he was merely a servant. If she wished something of him, she would simply take it. If she wished to do something to him, she would simply do it. Whether or not he agreed did not matter. And yet, now Foxy got the sense that if he told her that no, he did not want her touching him like that, she would respect his wish.
“Of course you can touch it,” Foxy murmured, leaning back and spreading his legs a bit further to make that easier for her.
Rebecca felt her face growing hot, her ears doubly so as she blushed a fiery shade of red. She could scarcely believe she was asking him such a thing, let alone that she truly meant to do just as she’d requested. And yet that was exactly what she wanted to do. To touch the fox’s most intimate, most private parts. To hold them in her hands, to feel and explore them in every way. It was a desire she’d held in secret for some time now, and had often been too embarrassed to bring it up. And deep in her heart, she cared for Foxy in a way she wasn’t totally sure she understood. Despite the way she enjoyed abusing him, something this personal, this intimate, well she simply wouldn’t do it if Foxy did not want her too.
“May I see it, as well?” True, she’d told him she might like to see his testicles earlier, but she’d been half teasing at the time. Now, she was serious, and if he was too embarrassed to let her see them, or he did not wish to show his privates to a woman of another race entirely, she’d certainly not force him.
“Of course,” Foxy replied, a dopey smile spreading across his face, black tipped ears rising in excitement, along with other parts of him. “Do you want me too…”
“Lay back,” Rebecca said, ******* a little more strength into her voice. She pulled her foot away from his crotch so that he could do as she asked. “Make yourself comfortable, and…I want to do it myself. Expose you, I mean.”
Spirits, but that sounded naughty. Rebecca rather liked it. She licked her lips, cleared her throat, and then dared to say, “I’m going to expose your privates, Foxy!”
While that sounded delightfully naughty to Rebecca, to Foxy it sounded a little childish, and more then a little bit sheltered. Of course, he fully understood why. Overprotective as the royal family was, they’d barely let her near any men since the time she was just coming of age, and with war looming on the horizon, they’d only re-doubled their efforts to keep her sheltered from the world and all it’s many sins. Truth be told, Foxy thought that would only do the girl more harm then good in the long run. She was long past the age now when most girls in town had experienced their first dalliances with men. Hell, in the city beyond the castle walls, many of the women Rebecca’s age were already married.
“As you wish, Your highness,” Foxy said, scooting back onto her bed.
Foxy pulled one of her pillows towards himself to prop his head up. The pillow itself was incredibly soft and filled with goose down, wrapped in a silky, pale blue pillow case with little white and yellow flowers etched into it. As he scooted back it began increasingly obvious the fox was already half erect. While his maleness was hardly straining the seams of his breeches yet, it had given them a distinct bulge just between his thighs that was only getting more noticeable by the moment as he spread apart his thighs.
Rebecca came to the edge of the bed, standing between Foxy’s ebon furred feet as they hung just off the edge of her mattress. She grabbed his ankles as before, but this time just pushed them further apart to give herself a little more room. For a moment, she just peered down at the fox’s crotch, and the bulge that had suddenly appeared there. Was it a bit bigger now then it had been a moment before?
“Do you find me attractive, Foxy?”
Foxy gulped, and licked one side of his red furred muzzle. That seemed like a loaded question. “Yes,” he admitted, honestly.
“Even though I’m not your species? Even though I kick you in the privates?”
“I think you’re beautiful, your Highness,” Foxy said.
“Thank you!” Rebecca said, a warm smile spreading over her ruby lips. Foxy’s words were genuinely touching to her. She half expected the fox to hate her for all the abuse she heaped upon him. Finding that he did not was like rising from bed to find an unexpected gift waiting to be unwrapped; both pleasant and quite surprising.
For a moment, the two of them simply shared a warm, strangely knowing smile that was made only slightly awkward by Puppy’s continued moaning nearby. Rebecca glanced over at the smaller canine, and stuck her tongue out at him when she caught him trying to keep up with her conversation with the fox. Maybe if he was lucky, he’d be in Foxy’s place someday, stretched out upon her bed with the girl’s curiosity directed at him in a far more enjoyable way then usual. But for the moment, her attention was solely on Foxy.
Foxy’s feet hung on either side of Rebecca as she stood at the edge of her tall four poster post. Rebecca slowly reached forward, her hands trembling just slightly with anticipation, and with the rather wicked nervousness that coiled itself in her belly like a snake who knew mating season was at hand. She let her fingers dance over the slight bulge in the fox’s breeches, it already felt unusually firm. Foxy gave just the slightest little squeak at her teasing touch, it made Rebecca giggle.
The princess gently grasped the hem of Foxy’s black breeches, and deftly undid the top of three ivory buttons. She giggled a little bit more, half afraid by the time she’d actually pulled the fox’s pants down she was going to succumb to a full on giggle fit. Wouldn’t that be embarrassing. She bit her lip, trying to compose herself despite the fact her cheeks were now the color of vibrant red roses, and her ears felt so hot they were liable to start her hair on fire. Still, she had to at least try and act like a mature lady. While she collected herself, she instructed her fox to lift his shirt. He quickly pulled it free from where it was tucked into his breeches, and pulled it upwards, exposing the whitish fur of his belly.
Rebecca soon gathered herself. She quickly undid the next two buttons, her mouth feeling a little bit dry. Foxy’s breath caught when the second button came undone, and the front of his breeches parted every so slightly, just enough for her to catch a glimpse of both white fur and red flesh. She hesitated a moment, savoring it. After all, a girl would only get her first look at a man’s private parts once in her lifetime. Or, in this case, a fox’s private parts.
After a few moments, Rebecca’s heart was pounding so hard she was sure her ribs were going to start rattling against each other any moment. Even Foxy’s breath remained frozen in his lungs as he waited for her to more completely expose him. As she did not want her servant to inadvertently suffocate himself, she ****** herself to finish what she’d started. In one quick motion, Rebecca pulled open the front of Foxy’s breeches, fully exposing the fox’s half unsheathed penis.
“Oh my,” Rebecca breathed softly, her azure eyes quite wide.
With the fox’s breeches opened but not yet pulled down, she was able to see the top of his white furred sheath. Had he not been at all aroused, she’d have seen several inches of the white furred fleshy tube. However as he was getting excited his sheath had began to retract some even as the organ hidden within continue to slide free. The fox’s penis was truly canine looking, not that Rebecca would know the difference. It had a rather tapered tip, with no discernible “head” the way she’d heard a man’s organ described. It looked rather thick, and very smooth. The fox’s maleness was a very dark red color, networked with tiny little veins. To Rebecca it seemed an amazing exotic thing, completely forbidden, quite wicked and at the same time extremely fascinating.
Foxy was breathing softly but swiftly. He shifted a little, pulling another of Rebecca’s pillows over to stuff under his head. That way he didn’t have to sit up or interfere with the Princess’s actions but was still able to see exactly what she was doing. It had been a while since he’d been naked in front of a female, and certainly never in front of a human woman before. Though, he’d always thought human women held a certain exotic beauty, all that skin with so little fur. Rebecca was no exception, he’d meant every word when he told her he thought she was beautiful.
Rebecca leaned forward for a closer look at just what made the fox male, and her copper-red curls fell around her face, some of them tickling the fox’s unsheathed flesh in a way that made him squirm. Rebecca blinked, and giggled, then tucked her hair behind her ears. She reached forward with a single hand, and brushed a few fingers against the fox’s most private part. Foxy gasped softly, and Rebecca smiled. It felt so amazingly smooth, and so hot.
“Is it…” Rebecca paused, stammering a little. “You know…all the way?”
Foxy couldn’t help but chuckle. The girl could kick and pinch a male’s balls all day long, but try and get her to ask someone if he was fully erect, and she went red as a tomato while stumbling over her words like a blind drunkard in a room full of chairs. He flicked one black tipped ear back, then licked his nose as he replied. “Not quite, but it’s getting close.”
Rebecca’s smile was her only reply. The thing was already looking rather large to her, she was eager to see just how big it got when the fox was fully erect. She was also eager to see just what a fox’s testicles looked like. True, she had a general idea already. She’d certainly seem them bulging against his breeches enough, and she’d had a peek at a stallion and a dog now and then. Hard to miss really when a male animal was trotting away from you. But she wanted to see the fox’s.
“Lift your hips,” she commanded, finding a little more strength for her voice.
The fox did just as she asked, and Rebecca grabbed his breeches, and began tugging them back and forth. Though, she couldn’t seem to get them down any further. All she managed to accomplish was to make the fox yelp, and to make his partly unsheathed member bobble back and forth.
“Wait, wait!” Foxy yelped again, reaching under himself and down towards his rump. “Yer gonna yank my tail off!”
Rebecca grinned sheepishly. Oh, right. She’d forgotten about the fox’s tail, just as she’d forgotten about the fact that the fox’s breeches had buttons behind him that buckled up over his tail as well to accommodate it. “Sorry,” she murmured, grinning.
The fox soon had those buttons undone, and he lay his hands back on the bed, hoisting his rump away from the powder blue covers with a rather sly grin of his own. “Alright, there. You can take my pants down now.”
“Don’t act so smug, Foxy, or I shall wallop those testicles of yours as soon as I’ve unveiled them.”
The fox was half convinced she planned to do that anyway, so he didn’t even try to hide his smug grin. And really, how could he not feel a little smug? Just how many former-thief foxes where there in the world who would have such a beautiful princess so eager to see them naked?
Once his fluffy, well groomed tail was free, Rebecca had no trouble easing down the fox’s pants. She tugged them back and forth a moment, and much to her amused surprise, the fox’s testicles jumped out as if of their own accord. First she tugged his breeches down over his left hip, and one plump white furred egg suddenly popped out over the hem of his pants. Then another tug, and it’s near twin jumped out the same way. Rebecca couldn’t help it, she burst out laughing. The sudden appearance of the two white, furry fox testicles propped up against the hem of his breeches was entirely too comical for her to handle.
As she laughed, Foxy couldn’t help himself either. He lifted his head, peered down at his own privates, and grinned. “Hi, guys. Nice to see you too.”
Rebecca only laughed harder at that, red curls bouncing about her face as she shook her head a little. “I told you they wanted to be seen.”
“Looks like you were right,” Foxy said, his bushy red tail thumping lightly against the sky blue blankets of Rebecca’s bed.
“I’m always right, Foxy,” she replied with a smile. Then, unable to help herself, she cocked a finger and flicked the bottom of the fox’s left testicle. The fox gave a loud yelp as the white furred orb jumped a little. He whined, but resisted the urge to curl up and hold himself again.
“Good boy,” Rebecca said through her smile. While she had the fox’s testicles propped up by his breeches, she poked at them a few times. The fox squirmed, and they shifted a little. When she poked one harder, the fox gave another yelp, and the plump orb vanished once more beneath his breeches.
“That naughty thing is trying to get away!” Rebecca said, the sight of the fox with just one ball sticking out starting to make her laugh all over again.
“You’d better catch it,” Foxy offered, licking his nose again, hoisting his hips once more to allow her to pull his breeches down.
This time, Rebecca didn’t tug, she grabbed the fox’s pants and outright yanked them down! Over his hips and down almost too his knees, completely exposing the fox’s private parts. He had to pull his legs together a little in order for her to get his pants the rest of the way down. In the process his balls ended up sitting almost atop his thighs, as if showing themselves off. Rebecca moved back so the fox could pull his feet together, then with few more tugs she had the fox’s breeches down around his feet, where she quickly pulled them free.
Rebecca stood back up, and Foxy once more spread his legs out for her to get a better look at his genitals. She was still holding his breeches though, and when she looked over and saw Puppy upon his knees, cradling his own balls but watching with wide eyes, she promptly tossed Foxy’s breeches over the coyote’s head. He yelped in surprise, and was soon struggling to pull them free while the Princess laughed at him.
“Be a good boy, Puppy, or I’ll strip you naked too just so I can watch your balls disappear when I kick them into your head!”
Puppy pulled the breeches off of him, setting them down nearby, and then gave a sullen nod. Foxy smirked over at the younger coyote, though for a moment he felt a twinge of jealousy twist in his heart when she threatened to strip the young coyote naked. That wasn’t fair, he was her servant to strip naked, not the runt! Though, he had to admit, that did sound like a funny sight to see. His jealous moment was short lived…especially as he felt the princess playfully bump her fist into his exposed orbs.
“I could punch you in the balls quite hard right now, Foxy,” she said with a giggle.
“Oooh,” he whined. “That would really hurt. I’d be rollin’ around on yer bed…” He grinned at her, he knew she liked it when he played along with her sick little games. And maybe, just maybe, part of him liked it too.
“You certainly would!” Rebecca agreed. “Crying your pretty little green eyes out about your aching puppy makers.”
Foxy laughed, his ears perked. It was kinda funny when it wasn’t actually happening to him. Then he winced, realizing she was probably thinking about doing just that. “Are…you going too?”
Rebecca smirked. “I’m not sure if you’re hopeful, or fearful, my little Fox.” She leaned forward a bit till she was sure the fox was getting at least a small eyeful of her cleavage. Which he was! Pale, curved flesh exposed within her light blue blouse. She saw the fox’s eyes shift, focusing on her breasts. While normally she might do exactly as she’d threatened this time she simply let him stare. “But to answer your question, no I’m not going to punch you in the balls. At least not right now. Take off your shirt.”
The fox sighed in relief, and quickly unbuttoned his indigo tunic, pulling it free from one arm, then the other. He acted as though he was simply going to set it down on the bed, and then instead tossed it right over Puppy’s head. The coyote gave another yelp as the second of the fox’s garments in as many minutes landed atop his head. The young coyote snatched at it with a tan furred hand, then yanked it away and tossed it to the floor.
“Quit throwin’ stuff at me,” he growled in frustration, though with the way his balls were still aching he didn’t dare press his luck any further then that.
Rebecca ignored the coyote for now. She was still leaning over Foxy, and she pressed her hands to his thighs to part them further. Now, she could see that the white fur that began beneath the fox’s chin continued all the way down his tightly muscled chest, and across his taut, corded belly. He was not a large or particularly bulky fox, but he was certainly in good shape. Then again, she imagined being a former thief he’d had much better luck with natural agility and litheness then some broad shouldered oaf might. That same white fur ran down over his sheath and testicles, and splashed across his thighs, as well.
Now that the fox was relaxed, and naked, his vulpine testicles had descended a little. It was quite fascinating to Rebecca, as if the things had a mind of their own. She noticed that the fox’s left testicle actually hung a bit lower in it’s silken, white furred sack then the right one, and appeared to be just a little larger, as well.
“They’re quite…enthralling,” she murmured. Enthralling wasn’t actually the word she was looking for, but she supposed it fit just as well.
Foxy gave a chuckling, growling sound that was half canine excitement, and half male nervousness. “Glad ya like ‘em, Princess. Guess you can see why it hurts us so much to get kicked there, now.”
“Oh my, yes.” Rebecca laughed gently, reaching out to trace a single finger between the fox’s testicles, from the top of the sack down to the bottom. Then she pressed her finger just between them, lifting a little so that one vulpine nard dangled at either side of her finger. “They’re…really rather silly, aren’t they. And certainly quite vulnerable looking. Which one hurts more when I kick you?”
The fox shrugged his shoulders, watching her toy with his balls. Though his cock had started to retreat just a little, now it was once more slipping free of his sheath as the girl played with him. “The left one, I guess. Seems like it usually gets the worst of it.”
“Why does it hang lower?” Rebecca asked, letting the fox’s testicles drop back into their usual position.
“Beats me,” Foxy said, then he grinned. “And that’s not an invitation, either. But, really, I dunno. Just does! Most males do.”
“They do?” Rebecca blinked, unsure. She looked towards Puppy, who couldn’t seem to stop staring. “Does your left one hang lower, too?”
Puppy gave a nervous whine, glancing away. He’d seen other males naked before, but they were usually other coyotes, down at the local swimming hole. And even that was a concession to his kind’s more tribal ancestry. It wasn’t that he was enjoying seeing Foxy naked. But, he wasn’t exactly experienced with females yet, and there was something about seeing Rebecca touching him that he found hard to stop watching.
“Yes,” Puppy finally replied. “My left testicle is lower, as well, Your Highness. Some males have the right one lower.”
Rebecca pursed her lips, and returned her attentions to her favorite fox. “Males are silly.”
Growing bolder, Rebecca reached out, and took the fox’s testicles into her hand. She was surprised by how warm they were, almost hot. The fur that covered the fox’s scrotum was almost snow white, and soft as silk. She lifted them a little, gently tugging them against the sack to better examine the shapes of the strange things. Each of the fox’s two testicles was shaped like an egg, a fat oval that was easily outlined against the white furred skin containing it. When both were held out against the sack, it was very easy to see that one was just slightly larger then the other.
Rebecca held the fox’s balls out against his sack. Grinning, she flicked the bottom of one with a finger. Foxy yelped and jumped slightly, and she quickly flicked the other one, too. He yelped a second time, and then gave a whine, squirming slightly as his vulpine balls ached once more for a few long moments.
“Ooooh,” he moaned, taking a few deep breaths. “I thought you were gonna be nice to ‘em!”
Rebecca smirked, flicking the left one again which caused Foxy to yelp even louder then before. “I am being nice to them. I haven’t punched them have I?”
“Not yet,” Foxy muttered.
Rebecca’s smirk only grew as she peered at the fox’s growing erection. “Your thing doesn’t seem to mind me flicking your nuts.”
Foxy’s muzzle twisted up a little in dismay, his whiskers twitching. Rebecca was right, that last little bit of pain hadn’t stopped him from unsheathing the rest of the way. Then again, after all the pain he’d endured earlier in the night, his body probably barely even noticed those little painful flicks. After a moment, his grimace turned traitor, and twisted itself into a smile.
“I think mah cock just likes havin’ a beautiful girl playin’ with mah balls.”
Rebecca laughed a little. She could always tell when the fox was getting a bit flustered if his old, street thief accent started creeping into his speech a bit more. Still, his compliment made her blush even further. At this point she was worried her cheeks were going to be permanently scarlet! At least she wouldn’t have to worry about applying rouge for the next fancy dress ball.
Now, the fox’s maleness certainly looked a little different then when she’d first spied it. Larger, to be certain, thicker as well. It also had a noticeable bulge around the very base of the organ, just above his retracted sheath. The organ was thickest at it’s base, tapering to a nearly pointed, canine tip. And though she had nothing to compare it too, it certainly seemed large to her, just like the two white furred hen’s eggs hanging under it were a bit bigger then she might have imagined a man’s balls to be. Then again, they still seemed in proportion to the fox’s body.
“Oh Puppy,” she called out, grinning, pointing towards the fox’s erection as it lay against the white fur of his belly. “Does Foxy have a big thing?” She scrunched her nose, trying not to giggle at using such words and asking such questions. “I mean is his…boner…large?”
That wasn’t exactly the sort of question Puppy wanted to be asked. It was embarrassing. Though, he had to admit, foxes seemed to be taller and better endowed them coyotes. Or, at least this fox was. Maybe it was an age difference, maybe a species thing. Or maybe Puppy just didn’t know any better, having only seen his own erection before. “It…looks impressively sized to me,” he muttered.
Rebecca beamed. “You hear that Foxy? You’ve got a big…” She paused, before blurting out the last word. “…Cock!”
The fox’s muzzle spilt wide with a very sly grin. If he had any reason to believe he wasn’t as big as they thought, he certainly wasn’t telling. “Thanks! You…still wanna touch it?”
Rebecca tilted her head a little, biting her bottom lip. “Patience, Foxy. You mustn’t rush a lady. But yes, I do.”
As Foxy settled back against his pillows again, Rebecca continued to play with his furry balls. The princess was a little surprised to find out just how fun it was to play with such things. They dangled loosely, hanging away from his erection to nearly rest against his furry rump, like a pair of obscene pet toys. She lifted them, and let them go, and they flopped back into place. She prodded them gently, and they swayed side and side. Now and then Foxy moaned, and once in a while he even reached down to rub his own erection. Each time, he drew in a shaky breath while he teased himself with the soft pads of his fingers. Rebecca watched closely, wanting to know what to do to him next.
Rebecca held the fox’s vulpine testicles in her hand, gently exploring them. They felt very smooth beneath the softly furred skin. They were firm, but also just slightly squishy. Earlier she’d thought of them a bit like rubbery eggs, and now that she’d seen the naked things themselves, held the fox’s exposed balls in her hands, she thought that analogy was doubly true.
She rolled them around against her palm, beneath her fingers. It was fascinating the way the fox’s plump testicles so easily rolled about, shifting and moving inside the sack. Now and then bumping each other, now and then bulging out against the fur as if each was trying to outshine the other, and become the center of attention.
Sometimes she’d isolate one, and gently rub it with her fingers. She rubbed the fox’s scrotum against the lay of the fur just above the trapped testicle, ruffling the white fur. Then she’d rub it the other way, smoothing it back down. Rebecca found that the fox seemed to love that attention to his vulpine balls. He shuddered in delight, or gave the cutest little whimpering groan when she ever so gently kneaded the things within her grasp. She noticed a little clearish fluid even beading at the tip of his member now and then, eventually leaking or dribbling down to temporarily stain his white belly fur.
The longer she played with his balls, the heavier the fox’s breathing got. And the harder his erection seemed to get. Flushing from red, to very dark red, and then getting so hard it was standing up away from his belly a little bit. Foxy began to have a harder time going without pleasuring himself, too. He rubbed it and teased it more frequently, and once he even wrapped an ebon gloved hand around it, and began to stroke. Rebecca watched him masturbate long enough to get an idea of how to do it for him, and then gave his balls a forceful squeezing. Squeezing them until he yowled, and let himself go.
Still, seeing the fox stroke himself made her want to start doing the same. It made her want to do other things as well, some of them involving herself. Though, she wasn’t quite ready to involve foxy in that sort of thing, and in truth, she wasn’t sure she ever would be. For now, this was as far as she was planning on taking this, despite the growing heat and dampness between her own thighs, and despite the now rather persistent hardness of her nipples. No, she wasn’t going let Foxy touch her this way, at least not yet. Maybe she’d let him watch her do it for herself, sometime.
Gods, what was she thinking! She wouldn’t do that, with him. Would she? If not him, then…who else? It wasn’t as if there was some other man she cared for. Still, he was just…a servant. A beast-person. She was only doing this to reward him, and to satisfy her own curiosity. Yes, that was it. This was for her own entertainment, and to reward him, nothing more! That was all there was too it.
Only, Rebecca knew it was not.
She pushed the thoughts aside, though, deciding now was not the time for her to try and sort through such things. She also cautioned herself not to give in potentially inflamed passions, and do things she may regret. Or let the Fox do things that they might both regret down the line. For now, she’d stick with playing with her lovely foxy.
Besides, if nothing else she wanted to see what happened when a fox experienced orgasm. “Do you want me to make you cum, Foxy?” Rebecca murmured in the most seductive voice she could manage. She fervently hoped she sounded sultry, and not as though she had a terrible head cold.
“Oh, Gods yes,” Foxy replied with unabashed enthusiasm. “Please, your Highness. Please make me cum!”
Ooh, begging. Rebecca liked that. She let his balls fall from her hands to drop back into their usual place. Though, she noticed they did not hang quite as far as before, as though the fox’s excitement caused them to cling more closely to his body. Then, with both hands, she reached forward to start teasing the fox’s erection directly. Before, it had been smooth, and hot. Now though, that heat seemed to have intensified greatly, and beneath the smoothness of the skin was an iron hardness.
“My,” she breathed, running her hand up and down the fox’s length. “It really does get hard, doesn’t it.”
“Yes,” the fox said, almost breathless himself. “That really feels good.”
Rebecca licked her lips, her heart still pounding away, with butterflies still fluttering around inside her belly. Or, given the circumstances, perhaps it was birds and bees she felt flapping around in there. Ugh, that was a foolish pun. Still, it made her giggle a little.
Slowly, she wrapped her fingers around the fox’s hardon. Hard to believe she was actually holding Foxy’s erection in her hand. So hard, so hot. It felt amazing. It made her feel amazing. It must have made foxy feel even more amazing because as soon as she was firmly griping it, he was moaning up a storm. When she gave it a few slow, experimental strokes, the fox gripped at the blankets he was laying on, black furred fingers digging into the blue fabric. His head lolled back against the yellow-flower speckled pillows. His tongue nearly hung from his muzzle, and he arched his back, thrusting into her hand so that the tapered head of his canine cock popped up between her thumb and finger.
The thrust caused Rebecca to give a happy little groan of her own. “Oh, my Foxy. Such a naughty pup! Wants to cum, doesn’t he!”
“Yes!” Foxy whined. “He wants to cum!”
Rebecca stroked him down to his balls, and back towards his tip, staring in awe at what she was doing. Then she stroked him down once more, a little harder, the bottom of her hand smacking lightly against the top of the fox’s balls, causing them to jostle. She began to pick up a slow rhythm. It was awkward at first, but as the fox started to gently thrust into her hand, moaning in time with their movements, her strokes began to smooth out.
As the two of them worked together for the fox’s pleasure, Foxy’s moans began to come in earnest. Groaning deeply, louder and louder as his warm, wonderful pleasure grew. Rebecca was a little worried that the guard outside the door would hear him but she soon realized if he did, he’d simply assume she was torturing Foxy’s balls again. The fox’s grip on her bedclothes got tighter and tighter, he was nearly grinding his dull black claws against the pale blue blankets.
Rebecca had no way of knowing how long it would take the fox to cum while he was being jerked off. She’d certainly never given anyone a hand job before…that was what it was called, right? A “hand job?” She’d heard her maids use that term, anyway. And she knew that the fox was no inexperienced youth. While he’d been in her service a while now, he was still an adult, so she thought it might yet take a little while. Not that she minded in the least.
The princess began to stroke him harder. Now and then a little of that clear fluid was leaking from his tool, so she used it to slicken the union of her hand and the fox’s cock. As she increased her force, and tempo, the fox’s balls really began to bounce and sway. They swung left and right, left and right, and even up and down. They looked quite silly to be honest, but she quite enjoyed the sight of them.
“Shall I play with your balls, Foxy?” She asked, not sure if males liked that while they were being stroked off or not.
“Oh, yes! Play with my balls, Princess, play with my balls!” Apparently they did!
Foxy groaned louder then ever as the girl took his balls into her hand. Gods, all the years of abuse, and he’d never realized just how wonderful her hands could feel around his balls, let alone around his cock. But now, being stroked like crazy, he couldn’t think of anything better. Well, he could think of one or two things, but being a servant he was more then happy to take what was offered.
Rebecca began to roll the tender orbs around in her fingers, kneading the fox’s balls gently to add to his pleasure. She knew the poor things must still be sore, but she didn’t want him to be in any pain right now. Only bliss. So she was careful with the way she toyed with them, with the way she caressed them in her grasp. She imagined that they truly were eggs, and she had to be careful not to crack the delicate things.
Even as she concentrated on pleasing his balls, she continued to stroke him. By now, the fox’s cock was slick with pre, it felt molten hot and slippery in her grasp. Her arm was starting to get a little tired, too, burning a bit. She was not experienced enough to know different ways to pleasure a male, or ways to vary her tempo for her arm’s health, and the fox’s pleasure. Instead she was just stroking away, not that he seemed to mind.
The speed of her strokes had already changed his pleasure from one wave after another, to constant, ever boiling bliss. Boiling that was starting to threaten to bubble over completely. From the way his moans were starting to shudder, to rise higher and higher in pitch, Rebecca could tell the fox was getting close to cumming in her hand. She wanted to push him over the edge but…she wanted to do something else for him, first.
She released him for a moment, switching her hands. Soon, she was stroking the fox’s cock with her left hand, instead of her right, and from the way it made him shudder and moan, it must have felt a little different. But with her right hand, she began pull up her blouse away from her belly. Before she could think otherwise, she pulled it up far enough to completely expose both of her breasts.
“Foxy,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “You can look at my breasts, if you want.”
If he wanted? Was she crazy? Of course he wanted! He jerked his head from the pillow, green eyes wide. And oh Gods, she was serious. She really had taken her breasts out! They were damn near perfect, too. Nicely sized, plump and perky, almost like teardrops. Pale, soft skin, tipped with beautiful pink nipples that were currently very, very hard.
“Do you…like them?” Rebecca asked, unsure.
“Oh, Gods, yes,” Foxy replied. “You’re, you’re gonna make me cum!”
That made Rebecca beam. In the back of her mind, she knew Puppy must be getting an eyeful too, and probably had quite the little raging coyote boner as a result. But she ****** herself not to worry about that, he could consider it a perk of starting his new job on the right day.
“I want you to cum” Rebecca said with a moan creeping into her voice. “I want my foxy to cum!”
She reached forward, and took the fox’s raging vulpine erection into her hand again, squeezing it tightly. She felt the little bulge at it’s base, and squeezed that too, which rather surprisingly to the girl made the fox gasp aloud. Whatever that was, he certainly seemed to like it. She squeezed that bulge a little more, rubbing it.
“My…my knot!” The fox stammered.
“Fuck my hand, Foxy!” Rebecca said with a wicked snarl. Gods, where the hell had that come from? She wasn’t sure just what part of herself would demand such a thing, but she rather liked it. With her free hand, she reached and began to tease her own breast. Rubbing it, squeezing gently so the fox could see her fingers lightly sinking into the soft flesh. Little red marks lingered for a few moments when she moved her hand to squeeze again. She rubbed her nipple with a thumb, then pinched it ever so slightly and moaned for the fox. “Fuck my hand!”
Foxy did just that, crying out at the same time. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!”
He wasn’t kidding, either. Watching the princess playing with her breast while she squeezed his knot and told him to “fuck her hand” was just about all the fox could take. He braced himself against the bed with his hands, and made a few hard thrusts into the girls outstretched fist. His balls bumped against her hand at the end of each thrust.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaah!” Foxy finally cried out as he came, nearly a canine roar. “I’m cuuuuuummmiiiiiinnng!”
Foxy locked his eyes on the princess’s breasts as he came. Wanting the sight of them to be seared into his memory just as the pleasure seared through his body. The princess gasped in delight as she felt the fox’s cock jump in her hand, and she kept hold of it! The fox’s thrusts faltered, so she began to pump him up and down. To her surprise, that little bulge at the base of his tool was suddenly swelling up like a swiftly filled wineskin, filling her hand. How strange. She assumed that was normal, and so she just kept stroking, kept kneading her own breast. As much for her own pleasure as for the fox’s.
Waves of ecstasy rolled through the fox’s cock, and with it came his release. Thick streams of whitish liquid burst forth from the fox’s maleness as it pulsed in her hand. The first splatter of fox seed barely made his stomach, but the second splattered his chest, and the third actually hit the fur at the base of his neck. The fourth and fifth spurts of hot, sticky fox cum landed somewhere in the middle, and by the time his pleasure began to fade, and the waves of sheer hot delight washing over him began to abate, Foxy had done an awfully good job marking his chest and belly fur with splatters of white goo. More of it dribbling from his nearly spent tool, and running over the princess’ clenched fingers.
Only when he’d stopped moaning, and seemed to be trying to catch his breath did she actually let him go. She looked at her hand, examining the dribbles of white sticky goop that coated it, and then wiped it off on the fox’s leg. She realized she had to catch her own breath, and she took a moment to do so as she tugged her shirt back down. After a moment, she couldn’t help but tease the suddenly very relaxed looking fox.
“You had better hope you don’t get any of that stuff on my bed clothes.”
“Do my best,” the fox murmured. Given the way the stuff seemed to stick to his fur, it was likely if he was careful, he could avoid getting her bed clothes messy. After a moment, he glanced up at her, smiling, both black tipped ears perked, his whiskers trembling in the last vestiges of orgasmic excitement. “Thank you,” he murmured. “Thank you. …Really. That was…amazing.”
Rebecca only smiled at him. “You’re welcome, Foxy.” She paused, folding her hands a moment, glancing at Puppy. Who was doing his very best to try and act as though he hadn’t been watching. Puppy was also doing his very best to try and hide the fact that he too had quite the little canine erection going on, though, he wasn’t doing as good a job at that. Rebecca thought about going over and kicking him in the balls, but then she decided against it. She was in such a good mood right now that she couldn’t bring herself to hurt him any more. At least, not at the moment. Besides, it was her choice to jerk off the fox, and her choice to take out her breasts. She wouldn’t punish the cute little coyote for a choice he hadn’t made.
Instead, she simply leaned forward, and poked at Foxy’s still engorged knot. “Isn’t this supposed to go back into it’s little house when you’ve spent your seed?”
Foxy flicked an ear, laughing a little. “Never heard a sheath called a house, but yeah, it will in a little while. Oh, and that’s my knot that yer proddin’ at. When canines cum, their knot swells. Keeps us locked in a female when we mate. It’ll go down in a few.”
Rebecca scrunched her nose. She shook her head, red curls swishing. “I’m not sure about all that. But, what I am sure of, my dear foxy…” Whether she’d meant it that way or not, he was most certainly her Dear Foxy, a fact she couldn’t really hide from herself any more. “…Is that you need a hot bath. The Gods know I could use one right now, too.”
Foxy lifted his head a little bit. “I’ll draw one up, then. Perhaps…” He paused, licking his nose, and decided at this point he may as well just ask. “Perhaps you could take it with me.”
Rebecca merely smiled. “Perhaps I shall, Dear Foxy. Perhaps I shall.”