>>6849502You find yourself awake, disturbed by stubborn rays invading your room through small gaps at the edges of blackout curtains. You sigh and stretch quietly, glancing at the digital clock at the bedside. The angry neon green digits inform you that it's early in the morning. Groaning, you decide that trying to go back to sleep would prove impossible.
You sit up in bed, sheets slipping. You look down, next to you. Snuggled there, hugging her lovely plush tail protectively, sleeps Kana. She's every bit a stinky little angel, snoring quietly. You smile at her unguarded, adorable face, reaching down to part strands of tousled white and red hair from her forehead. Her ahoge stands proudly, defiant, though at this moment it's hard to discern from the rest of her bedhead. Her long, unbound white hair streams around her. You're going to have to help her brush that later. If she'll let you.
She grumbles in her sleep, shuffling, hiding from the light. You lean close to her and kiss her on her nose and cheek, feeling her breath on your face. She scrunches, mumbling, but settles. You stroke her head very gently, feeling silky strands between your fingers. You were so lucky to have met her. You touch her ear softly, enjoying the somewhat bristly hair of her inquisitive fox ear. You rub the thick cartilage between your fingers and explore the delicate fluff of her inner ear. You move close to her, whispering. "Kanaaaaaa," you breathe quietly, tickling the wispy white puff. Her ear twitches cutely in response to your teasing. "Stinker," you whisper. She groans and pushes you, rolling over, away from you, sheets flying. Her tail slips behind her and she beats you with it relentlessly. You laugh, conceding, and retreat, getting out of bed and heading for the bathroom.
You stand in the shower, enjoying the hot water raining down on you. After a few moments you hear the door open. A small shape struggles to remove clothing beyond the frosted glass. Your shower door slides open and Kana steps in with you, naked, lovely. "Sit, stinky," she says simply. You sit on a shower stool, letting her scrub your back. Her small hands work earnestly, and you love every second of it. This is the life. After she's done you switch, and she drapes her long wet hair over a shoulder, giving you a breathtaking view of her beautiful pale back and slim neck. The curve of her spine, her little dimples above her butt. You scrub her back, running your hands over her slick, slender body. She arches at your touch, whining quietly, and giggles when you finish, tickling her sides. She looks over her shoulder at you naughtily. The sight of her is too much for you.
You easily lift her up under the armpits onto the stool, more or less equalizing your heights. You push her against the glass, her cheek and chest pressed against the slippery, cool surface. She looks at you out of the corner of her eye, longingly. She pushes her cute butt up against you, teasing you, exciting you. You want her badly, and begin to push against her little slit from behind. She drives her hips back against you, and you slip ever so slightly into her, parting her gently. She whimpers and grips her fists. You tease her a bit, slightly advancing and then retreating. She starts to push you deeper into her, and you oblige, entering her from behind. She cries out. You push her small body into the glass, bottoming out inside of her. As you retreat, she clings to you with desire. You slip your arms around her wet hips, running your hands over her slick tummy. You embrace her, bringing her closer to you, driving into her quickly, her moans and whimpers exciting you even more. She's soon too much for you, and you release deep into her, filling her up. You feel a warm feeling inside, a happiness that feels complete, dreamy.
You pull her back against your chest, not wanting to lose the intimate connection you have with her in this moment, a perfect moment you wish could last an eternity. You kiss the back of her neck softly. She turns her head to meet you and kisses you lovingly while you hold her naked, wet body against you, your tongues stroking and entwining. Finally you pull out of her, and she shivers from the sensation. You hold her hand, helping her down from the stool. You help her clean up. Before long you are back in the bedroom.
Kana sits in a chair before you, her back to you, while you share small talk together. Her ears shift and twitch, listening for your voice. Her ungroomed tail sways back and forth, its huge floof bumping your legs, waiting patiently for its turn. You run a brush through her long, silky white hair while she hums contentedly. You would not have it any other way, sharing lazy days with this clever, sassy, charming, and lovely fox.
