A Fox's Maid (Sample)

Some Things Change, Others Stay the Same, Part 2

It was early in the morning when Kevin Swift woke up and tried rousing Lilian from her slumber.

"Lilian. Wake up, Lilian."

He wasn't having much success.

"Come on, Lilian. It's time to get up."

Kevin frowned as Lilian refused to wake, as if she'd been trapped within a deep sleep―or in a coma. She didn't even wake up when he raised the volume of his voice, or when he began to incessantly shake her shoulder. The fox-girl just continued resting on her side, her red hair fanning across the bed like an extra sheet of silk.

Lilian had kicked the covers off some time ago, which gave him an unfettered glimpse of her heart-shaped buttocks, covered only by a pair of purple panties. The curve of her hips flowed into a pair of gorgeous legs, one stretched out languidly against the bed while the other bent at the knee. She wore a dopey smile, and would occasionally let out cute giggles at intermittent intervals. She was clearly experiencing a very pleasant dream.

His eyes began twitching as another giggle emerged from Lilian's gently parted Cupid's Bow lips. He decided that a bit more force might be necessary to wake the girl. Thus, he grabbed her shoulder, and shook her with a little more strength than he'd used previously.

"Lilian, you need to wake up now. I've made breakfast for you, and you don't want the breakfast I made getting cold, do you?"

Unfortunately for Kevin, the lovely fox-girl still refused to wake. She just mumbled something incoherent―he could have sworn he'd heard the word "Beloved" somewhere in there, but couldn't be sure―and snuggled deeper into her pillow.

"Lilian, if you don't get up right now, I'll―what the heck?!"

Kevin yelped when Lilian's prone form suddenly sprang into action. Before he could even contemplate what was happening the redhead jumped at him, wrapping her arms around his waist as she slammed into him with a surprising amount of force.

Unable to maintain his balance Kevin tumbled to the ground, taking Lilian with him. For a moment, his world became disoriented, his vision spinning around like a car that had been flipped in an accident. When the moment ended, Kevin's breath left him as his back smacked against the white-carpeted floor.

It took him several seconds to reorient himself, mostly because his mind was rattling around inside of his skull. Everything appeared blurry, moving in and out of focus. When he finally regained his bearings, Kevin gained a newfound appreciation for his situational altercation.

He was lying on his back. On the floor. Lilian was on top of him, still asleep somehow, her legs straddling his waist and her face nuzzling against his chest. Kevin wasn't one-hundred percent sure, but he could almost swear his housemate was purring―which he found odd, because he knew for a fact that foxes didn't purr. They lacked the proper larynx, laryngeal muscles, and neural oscillator that allowed cats to purr.

Her crotch was also rubbing against the pitched tent that had suddenly sprung forth in his pants, proving that, even if she didn't know it, her body and actions did indeed have an effect on him.

"Lilian! What do you think you're―"

Kevin couldn't finish his sentence, because Lilian giggled in her sleep... and stuck her hands underneath his shirt to begin feeling him up. It was the latter action that caused him to lose the ability to form coherent sentences.

"Oh, Beloved. I'm so glad you've realized that I'm the only one for you!"

"The only―" Kevin's face grew hot. Red hot. It blazed with the fire of a million suns. "Lilian, what are you saying?!"