>>21789006>>21675006>Fubuki sits on her knees in between your legs, clad in nothing but her underwear and facing away from you>She turns to shyly look at you over her shoulder>Red-faced and embarrassed, it only takes a small tilt of your head for her to let out a small whine and lean forward slightly, putting her hands down to balance her weight as she sticks her rear out more prominently towards you>”Moouuuuuuu. You know I’m over a century old, right? I can do this mys-ah!.”>You press your palm into the flat of her back, making her arch her spine and shiver as you slowly drag your hand down to the base of her tail“Yeah. That’s what you said last year, and considering the amount of lint rollers we ended up buying I’m not believing you this time around.”
>Your slow but firm caress makes your actual target begin to flick back and forth, bringing with it a small cloud of half-black, half-white hairs>Seeing Fubuki’s fluffy tail in motion is as hypnotizing as the first time you saw it, but thankfully the two-tone strands irritating your nose helps you focus on the proper task at hand>You grab a hold the swishing tail, stifling it’s movement and causing your girlfriend to stifle another whine with a hand, this one sounding closer to a moan>With your free hand, you grab the brush you left in your lap and quickly bring to the base of the fox’s fluffy appendage>In one long, even strengthen motion, you drag it through her tail and are instantly rewarded with clumps of shedding hair clinging to the tool>You repeat the process multiple, times, bringing more and more of Fubuki’s winter coat off with each stroke while being careful not to pull too hard on any tangled knots or stuck clumps of matted hair>She eventually relaxes, visibly loosening up and even letting out a happy sigh as you continue your work>Though occasionally your finger accidentally brush against the skin of her back around the base of her tail and she’ll shudder>That spot always was sensitive“...See? It’s not so bad. You should have let me do this earlier instead of whining.”
>Fubuki just lets out an indignant grunt and flicks your nose with the tip of her tail, and you pause your brushing to give a solid tug on it in response>”Ah~! Hey, no fair!”>Merely chuckling, you resume your work and let her be lulled back into serenity with the fluid and repetitive motions of your cleaning, only interrupted when you take a moment to clean the brush of all the collected hair, which ends up being quite often 