Beautiful Foxbutt

By Phoenix Baker

"Beautiful Foxbutt" is part two of a slow, gentle, considerate tease that will treat you with the kindness you deserve. In "Foxbutt," we watched Thomas discover that he is a fox, and has been since he was born. Nobody really noticed until Lily developed a horny curiosity about him, collapsing his wave function and allowing her - and Tom - to observe his true form. Shock gives way to terror and then curiosity as Lily and Tom explore his foxiness, and "Foxbutt" ended with their friendship becoming much more intimate.

In "Beautiful Foxbutt," Tom and Lily want answers. They also want to pounce each other a whole bunch, but heck, they've got time, why not both. Of course, they've also got a lot of emotional stuff to talk through - they can probably squeeze that in somewhere too. Oh, and they've gotta eat. And Lily has a job interview. And dinner with Tom's parents in the evening.

Maybe they can talk in the car?

"Beautiful Foxbutt" is a story about passion and patience, curiosity and consideration. "Beautiful Foxbutt" is gentle, wholesome, absurd, heartwarming and extremely explicit. "Beautiful Foxbutt" shows emotional crises understood and resolved, boundaries established and respected, trust earned and given, gender prisons escaped, misunderstandings untangled, trauma healed, and questions absolutely not answered and instead replaced with more and freakier questions. "Beautiful Foxbutt" is the kindest, most endearing hardcore furry pornography you'll read this year.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Phoenix Baker
• Release date: Nov 17, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005506513

Phoenix Baker

Hello! I write smut. Or rather, I write happy, sex-positive stories that aren't afraid of the occasional bit of blatant humanity. When was the last time you saw a character in a novel stop mid-sentence to sneeze? Or walk into a room, immediately forget what the hell she went in there for, and wander around for a minute trying to remember what she was doing? These little malfunctions are a part of being alive, and I think we need to see more of them in our fiction. I hope that you enjoy my stories about malfunctioning humans who fall in love and do really weird things to each other.About me:I am kept warm and dry by a beautiful redhead, who keeps me in a little hutch at the bottom of her garden. I write my stories in the dirt with a stick, and then I sit on them until they hatch into ebooks. I give those ebooks to Amazon and Smashwords, and then people send me shiny pennies by abstracting them into ones and zeroes and pushing them to me through a big hose. I don't properly understand how it works, but it lets me buy more carrots, so that's okay.Amazon told me to write a proper biography like the guy who wrote "Angela's Ashes," but he uses his real name and has won awards, and he probably writes using a computer or something, not a stick. I haven't won any awards.

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Beautiful Foxbutt

by Phoenix Baker

Copyright 2021

Smashwords Edition

Beautiful Foxbutt

Lily Williams, 22 years old and having a happy (if confusing) weekend, wakens to the sound of birdsong in a comfortable bed that smells like fox.

The fox himself, twenty-year-old Thomas Fox whose surname now feels redundant, lies sleeping to her right, facing the wall. His tail swishes, flapping the thin cotton sheet, an occasional warm breeze against Lily's bare thigh.

Ah. That's right, thinks Lily, I went to bed with a fox guy last night.

She grins, stretching, her arms above her head, satisfying clicks and thunks from her neck and spine, her toes quivering. Thomas' tail strokes across her tummy, tickling her, cancelling the stretch as she bunches up.

Stretch-stealing foxbutt, thinks Lily, as she shuffles away from Thomas and tries again, this time to great satisfaction. She looks to her right, observes Thomas.

His tail is wrapped up in the sheet, moving as he sleeps. His back, v-shaped and small-waisted, shines in the sun, his fur glossy and bright, a thin flare striping across his shoulder blades as his chest expands and contracts. His ears twitch.

He's dreaming, thinks Lily, as his tail rises to the left and exposes a white flash of butt fur - Lily finds herself staring for a moment before she remembers his shyness, and reaches out with gentle fingers to carefully unwrap his tail. She pulls the sheet up a little for the sake of his modesty and slips underneath it, wrapping her arms and left thigh around him in a considerate spoon. He wriggles a little, his ears rotate back towards her and then forward again, and he continues his dream.

Are you dreaming about last night? wonders Lily. She closes her eyes, buries her nose in his shoulder fur, breathes his scent, and remembers.

***

Lily lay in Thomas' casual embrace, feeling his fur against her sweating back, his controller resting near her navel. Her sides tickled and she pulled her own controller tighter to her heart, missing the shot.

Quit tickling me, she giggled, Thomas' forearms shifting as his character jumped, spinning mid-air to shoot a zombie. It would've been more impressive if he'd hit the zombie, or not fallen off the ledge.

I'm trying, whispered Thomas into her ear, sending a thrill up her spine. She wriggled in Thomas' lap, feeling his firmness press insistently against her behind, only two pairs of Thomas' underwear between them.

Their performance so far was abysmal. Dangerously low on health and ammo, they limped together towards the saferoom, hot breath from Thomas' muzzle tickling her neck. Just before they entered, Lily felt his soft, wet tongue slide warmly across the space between her neck and her shoulder, taking its time upwards to behind her earlobe.

She said something like Ehuhuh, shivering in the heat, pushing herself more firmly onto his erection, creeping along at five hitpoints. She stood in the saferoom as he held the controller in one hand guiding his character with the left thumbstick, his right hand gently stroking her belly.

Are you coming inside? Lily asked, quietly, pushing hard backwards with her hips, feeling his firm heat press between her buttocks, writhing.

I'm moving slowly, murmured Thomas. Sorry.

I'll wait for you, whispered Lily, moving her controller from her heart to allow her right hand to hang limply off the couch. I'm a very patient person.

I appreciate it, said Thomas, his right hand sliding up her belly and over her right breast, her nipple pert and sensitive.

Lily sighed happily, wriggling. "I appreciate that."

Thomas' character entered the saferoom practically crawling, and the next area began to load.

Oh no, murmured Lily, letting her controller drop to the carpet, a loading screen. What're we gonna do while we wait?

Hmm, pondered Thomas, both hands now stroking gently over Lily's breasts, I've no idea.

With that, Lily felt his whiskers tickle her cheek, and she turned her face sideways to kiss him.

The length of Thomas' muzzle did come in handy for some things. Lily's lips slid gently into his, and Thomas sighed happily - even though Lily was only kissing the little of him that she could reach without straining her neck.

I wonder what this feels like, to him. Is it like a peck on the corner of my mouth?

She let her tongue explore his fangs, smooth and pointed, warm and wet. His tongue, pliable, found its way around hers, and they stroked together for a delicious moment as Thomas' fingers brushed slowly contracting circles around her nipples, a warm clenching beneath her navel, an insistent hardness between her cheeks, begging to be squeezed.

You're gonna give me a wet spot, she breathed, then followed it up with a quiet Oh, as the pads of his fingers stroked gently over her nipples, both at once, electrifying.

I think you've already got one, he murmured, and Lily felt his penis twitch between her buttocks.

You mean... Lily reached between her legs, beneath her, behind her, and felt the heat and firmness inside his boxers. Back here?

Mmm-hmm, murmured Thomas. Keep wriggling like that and it'll be a real mess.

Keep touching me, breathed Lily. She stretched indulgently as Thomas held the softness of her breasts in his hands, slowly running his fingers around her areolae, over the very tips of her erect and sensitive nipples. Make me wriggle.

Gladly, said Thomas, and Lily felt him shift behind her - his muzzle descended over her shoulder and his long, pink, pliable tongue was suddenly slithering wetly over her right nipple, her left held between his thumb and forefinger as he squeezed her tenderly.

Uff, breathed Lily, pushing back hard against his dick, yup, that's making me wriggle alright. She seized his right wrist - Since this is free now, she murmured, guiding it down her belly, there are some other things you can do with it...

She felt Thomas' heart beating hard against her back as he got the message, his palm resting first gently against the heat of her crotch, his fingers curling up beneath her, his ring finger beginning tentatively to move. She squelched inside his borrowed boxers, pushing down against his hand, against his hot, firm, pulsing cock behind her, and moaned contentedly towards the ceiling.

Keep doing that, said Lily, is there anything I can do for you?

I'm happy, said Thomas at her right nipple, sounding lightheaded, just keep going.

Lily smiled. Keep grinding my butt into your lap, you mean?

Heh, yeah, said Thomas, his tongue resuming its duty - it spread across her whole breast, a hot length of muscle tensed and firm in some parts and soft as silk in others, alternating as he licked her. Lily moaned and writhed backwards into Thomas, taking his right hand and pressing it tight against her crotch, bucking against it, feeling her tummy bloom into light.

Breathlessly, she summoned up courage and begged for more - You can go inside my undies if you want, she said, shyly, her eyes closed.

She felt Thomas tense up.

You don't have to, she added hurriedly, I don't want to pressure you...

It's okay, said Thomas, I'm just... I want to, I'm a little nervous, but... I want to, he finished, pulling his hand slowly up from the heat and dampness of her boxer shorts, settling his fingertips just above the waistband.

You sure? asked Lily, smiling, moving her right hand upwards to fondle his pointy ears.

Yeah, breathed Thomas. I've never...

I know, said Lily, gently. It's okay, just... she swallowed, her ears red. Just explore me for now, I'll let you know if anything hurts.

Okay, whispered Thomas, and Lily watched his fingertips creep underneath the waistband, felt him moving downwards - he hesitated at the first touch of her pubic hair, and she felt him stroke it, touch it between thumb and forefinger, feel its coarseness. He lingered there, and Lily shivered against him.

I don't expect you to reciprocate, she said, looking at his hand, hoping to reassure him, to bolden him. "I know you want some time to get to know your own bits before you go showing them off."

I love that you understand me, said Thomas.

We can go as fast or as slow as you like, she said, his fingers descending through her pubic hair, finding the beginning of the curve towards her underneath.

I like slow, said Thomas, and she heard the grin in his voice as she noticed her hips rising to meet his hand, begging him to touch her.

Then go nice and slow, she said, grinning, as his fingers described a Vulcan salute in the heat inside her underwear, two fingers on either side of her labia. She felt him give her a tiny squeeze, his ring and middle fingers pushing slightly towards each other, agonizingly near to the line of wetness and sensitivity that she craved to be touched. Mmm, you tease...

You like it though, right?

I do, whispered Lily, and she rested her head against his, small in his embrace, his hand gently stroking her, his heat pressing into her backside. Don't be shy. You're right near the best bit.

You mean here? asked Thomas, clearly enjoying her hunger, and he closed his fingers slowly over her labia. She felt the friction of his touch melt away into her wetness, and she moan-sighed contentedly into his muzzle.

Yup, she said, grinning. Damn, feel how wet I am?

Thomas chuckled against her shoulder. "Yeah... Wow, you're so... soft, and... hot."

Well I've got like two pints of blood in my clit right now, Tom, you've been grinding your dick into my ass for like half an hour.

Is this your clit? asked Thomas, his middle finger sliding slick through her labia and upwards, leaving a trail of her wetness over her clitoral hood.

Little lower - here, said Lily, gently taking his hand and guiding him, it hides underneath here. But you can touch here, that feels great. This is like your - wait, are you circumcised?

Hard to answer, said Thomas. I wasn't yesterday, but now I'm not sure that question even applies.

Okay, said Lily, breathing heavier as Thomas stroked her, "this is like your