Vixen The Problem - Sex Stories

Vixen The Problem

... after me as I run, but I don’t look ba-...Wait, how is it that it sounded close? I turn around to see that he’s nearly on my tail. Literally. Can humans really be this fast?!

“Hey!” he calls out, “Hang on a second! I just wanna talk to you!”

Liar. I can smell the stench of that lie from a lightyear away. I speed up to create some distance between us before casting a wall of blue fire with my tail. I stop in my tracks to make sure I didn’t hurt him. Doesn’t sound like it so that’s good. Looks like I’m in the clear. That is until I see him emerge from the flames. How tough is he?!

I try to start running again only for him to tackle me and lock me in place. I try breaking free, not wanting for him to do anything to me like...Petting me? What the hell? Is he really petting me? I start to calm down, both because he’s clearly not trying to hurt me and this actually feels...pretty...good.

“Shh,” he starts in a soothing tone, “I’m not gonna hurt you. You don’t need to be scared. I just wanna talk. That’s all. Calm down.”

I eventually comply, sensing no ill intent from him. He seems like a really strong human. I’m sure if he wanted to do anything by now, he would have.

“There we go,” he continues, “See? I don’t wanna hurt you. You’re safe.”

But can I trust him, though? Just because he hasn’t already, doesn’t mean he doesn’t plan to-ooooh yeah. Right there. Right behind the ear. There we go. Keep scratching. Yaaaaay. His scratching is making me melt. Fine. We ...

... can talk. Just don’t ever. Ever stop.

And of course he stops. Perfect. I look at him and he looks back at me. I give him a wanting stare and he gets the message. He continues with the ear scratches and once again, I’m in pure bliss. This is heaven. Keep it up. Please.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” he says. I snap out of my daze before saying,

“Animal instincts. I am a fox.”

“Really? Couldn’t tell.”

“Cute.”

“Nope. Only one of us here holds that title.”

He pokes my nose and I blush. Is he serious? Does he actually find me cute?

“Tell you what,” he says, picking me up and walking, “How’s about we talk at my place? It’s starting to get chilly. I wouldn’t want you to freeze.”

“Oh, I couldn’t,” I respond, “I wouldn’t wanna impose.”

“Nonsense. You’re more than welcome to convene at my humble abode.”

“Well, ok. Thank you.”

“Sure thing.”

He continues walking while carrying me. He’s so warm and comfy. It’s so nice. He feels like a mobile bed. I instinctively burrow into his chest. He just feels so good. Eventually, we get to his house and he steps inside. He places me on his couch and he sits in a nearby chair.

“So,” he starts, “Fox girl, huh? That’s gotta be something.”

“Nothing that exciting,” I respond, “One minute, I’m watching a movie, the next, I’m scratching a flea out of my tail. Pretty dull.”

“Well, you make it interesting. That fire trick is something else. How’d you do that?”

“I was born with it. Fire’s kinda like my ...