…is that a French maid uniform?

“How do you feel about that?” You point at the black and white uniform that is equipped with cheap stockings and a cheaper duster. Arabella reaches the uniform and eyes it. The soft crinkle of the costume bag emits loudly in the room as you both get a closer look at it.

“I think it’s kind of cute,” she says. “I’d like to put it on before making big purchases, though.”

You scoff. “It’s like 20 dollars.”

“Nonetheless,” she stows the bag away and finds a smaller size. “I wouldn’t want to make any more unnecessary trips to return something and then try again.”

You look at her bushy tail and then her pointy ears. “You’re worried about your, uh, other parts not working, aren’t you?”

Her cheeks turn subtly redder. “No.” She says, lying.

You sigh. “I’ll ask the clerks.”

Arabella smiles slightly and nods, staying where she is as you leave and asking the girls behind the counter if there’s a fitting room you can use. The girl that helped you earlier screws her eyes up at you. “Totally! There’s only one room in the very back, but you can use it.”

“One room?”

The girl nods. “It used to be a supply closet, but it’s better than nothing, yeah?”

You thank the clerk for the help and return to Arabella. Your eyes meet, and she smiles at you, knitting her eyebrows for a report.

Once the details are exchanged, she shivers slightly. “In the very back? Spoookyyy!”

A bell rings at the entry as a couple of people begin walking in to shop. Arabella clears her throat and looks down before taking a costume and strolling to where you think the room is. Luckily, it’s relatively easy to pick out, and you step inside.

And sure enough. It’s small. There’s a mirror, a kind of bench connected to the wall, a single chair, and a hook for coats and hangers.

“I’ll step out,” you say. “Come out when you’re ready to show me how it looks.”

“Mkaay~!” She sings songs

In the meantime, more and more people filter inside, but you look at the masks on display, so you look more or less in place than you actually feel. Most of the masks are plastic and cheap, aside from a few better-looking ones that stick out to you. You entertain the thought of ACTUALLY dressing up when you hear your name being whispered.

You turn and see Arabella peeking her head out from the dressing room and walking over. “What’s the matter?”

“Can you come inside? I’m too embarrassed to show you how it looks.” Arabella frowns, looking at all the new people suddenly inside.

“If you’re going to be embarrassed by these people, how’s it going to be any more different from showing up at the party?”

She glares at you. “Because I’m only the one dressed up here!”

Her sudden outburst earns a glance from a bystander browsing the selection of masks. You smile and wave and then turn to Arabella. “Alright, alright. I’m coming in.”

You rejoin Arabella in the recently converted dressing room and see her dressed in the French maid uniform. Even with the cheap materials used for the costume, she looks…well, hot.

Her immediate reaction to seeing yours is to give you a playful smile. “You like it then?”

“It looks good on you,” you swallow. “I’m sure it’ll look good on Gwen, too.”

The dress portion is cut teasingly short, so you can see where the stockings end and where the small pudge of her thigh meat is squeezed. The black and white colors contrast against her pale features and orange characteristics, but by no means does it take away from her beauty. She reaches out and tickles your nose with the provided duster and giggles before she does a cute twirl— where you notice the lack of panties due to her tail lifting up the rear of the skirt.

Your face flushes, and you glance at the door. “It looks really good on you.”

She locks her brilliant eyes on you and smirks. “Wearing this, it feels like I have to call you master~.”

Arabella’s voice becomes slightly more seductive when she says this, and you can’t help but notice her gaze darting down to your groin area for a brief moment.

“Should we role-play and see how well I can act my costume?” Arabella brushes her breasts with the duster, biting her lower lip slightly. “After all, I wouldn't want master to waste any money on something pointless.”

Maybe at a different time in history, you would have stammered or become clueless, but instead, you grinned slightly and checked the lock on the door.

“And what does my good girl have to show to convince me of the quality of the costume?”

Arabella’s usual “good-girl” attitude melted away; she became a seductive fox with sex on her mind and a plan to execute it.

“I would like a raise for my services,” she muses, her voice now a little high. “I know you’ve just returned from a great war, but I would be very grateful if you mustered up something a little more…Master~.”

You weren’t actually the greatest role player, but you didn’t have to be winning any Grammys to be

role-playing with Arabella.

“Well,” your eyes wash over Arabella, admiring her costume more than it’s worth, and smile. “Why don’t you show me how well you can clean before we discuss your raise?”

When you say this, a spark of interest goes from one eye to another. Arabella gives a slight grin, which allows one of her longer canines to stick out from her mouth. “I can do that. I’m sure you’ll be very pleased with my, uhm, skill?”

Again, no Grammys…

Arabella slowly gets on all-fours and crawls towards you. You shift your legs and spread your knees slightly as she approaches you like a bitch in heat. She stands on her knees and plants small kisses along the semi-erect outline of your penis through your pants. Her hands grab your ass and rub your thighs as she plays with your member teasingly, making it stiff through its cotton barrier.

“Master~?” Arabella whispers. “You get so hard down here whenever I touch you.”

Her lips are soft. You can feel that even through the denim. You throb and adjust your stance. “You have that effect. It’s why I’ve kept you around for so long.”

She giggles, now using her rough tongue to make your throbbing nearly painful. Her tongue is joined by awkward sucking, which leaves little spots of spit on your pants. She tugs on you from behind, making you step even closer. Her cheek is pressed against your lap, and she moans. “You don’t just keep me for my touch, though.”

Her words are labored but filled with lustful heat that you can physically feel brush against your cock. “You keep me because of how good I am at cleaning things. The counters, the tables, the bathrooms… your…co-ck~…”

You let out a shaky breath and let out all the air in your lungs in one deep breath. The sensation of Arabella upon you is enough to make every nerve in your body tingle with excitement. Your penis was no stranger to Arabella's mouth's warm and wet interior- always eager to taste and loll around you like a popsicle. You brush back Arabella’s hair and scratch behind her ears as they twitch with appreciation. “Should I take it out, master?”

“If you’re up to the task,” you tease, almost nervous that she’ll continue to keep you fully clothed. She sometimes had a knack for keeping you edged until you practically leaked on yourself. However, this time, she didn’t seem too keen on doing that.

Before you even answered with words or gestures, she worked on your belt and pulled your trousers down to your ankles. She stared at the bulge in your underwear with deep longing. Her cheeks were scarlet, and her eyes were large. She licked her lips with anticipation and sighed, pressing your dick with her hands. You felt the warmth of her palms and the elegance of her fingertips as they probed the girth and length, gauging its size as if this was the first time she’d ever had the pleasure of seeing it for herself.

The foreplay continues as she sucks on the tip through your underwear. The harder texture of her fox tongue rides the fabric as her moaning is carried gently into the room. It sounds nothing short of incredible.

Her slender fingers rub your sides, and she locks her eyes with you. She draws out the “M” in “master” as she works out the seductive tone for the question she’s about to ask you. “What do you want to do with me? Your favorite pet?”

You brush the natural red hair from her face and sigh, wondering what you should do with her. Then, finally, you lick your lips and open your mouth to say…