Penetrate the foxhole

Abby gives you that look again and you nod. Slowly approaching the den entrance you see that it’s actually quite large, you could easily crawl through the tunnel yourself. Which you do, after Abby goes in first. Tailing her closely, both of you crawling on your hands and knees, the dark journey is made rather pleasant by the wafting sweet scent of your bitch’s pussy right in front of your face, making your mouth water.

Then suddenly there’s light as you drift forward, drawn by Abby’s heat. You can’t help bumping into her soft ass as she stops and you find yourself out in the open again, sort of. What you’ve found is a sort of cave, though there’s not much floor space. The ceiling is high, so high it’s almost not there, as sunlight lances down through a hole up there. It’s if you’re looking up from inside a really tall chimney.

“Master,” Abby whispers, her tail swishing under your chin to get your attention. You look down, over her shoulder, and see a shape laying on the floor not three feet ahead of you in this strange den. It’s a sleeping shape, covered in fine, light brownish reddish fur, sporting long pointed ears. It was a morphed fox, female, long deep auburn hair tumbling down to her shoulders. And she is obviously the egg thief. She’s surrounded by broken eggshell, for what must have been half a dozen of the big eggs from your farm chicken girls. The fox must have gorged herself on them. You can see the slight swell of her belly, which otherwise would have been a pretty taut and trim stomach. She’s drooling in her sleep, tiny shards of shell on her chin, a bit of yolk around her lips. The girl looks content, like one would after a big meal. You have to admit… she is a hot fox, your hard on easily strengthening just observing her while the smell of Abby keeps your motor running.

There’s a growl, and you think it’s your stomach for a second until you recognize it coming from Abby. Her tail has straightened and her shoulders are tense. You see the ears of the fox flicker and her nose twitch. There comes a yawn and the fox stretches her arms above her head. Her chest heaves, those nicely sized breasts rising and falling in a mesmerising fashion. She has a tuft of fur just above her cleavage, you also note. You don’t remember the last time you saw a morphed fox… or if you ever did. Damn was this girl is sexy, and when she opens her eyes and spots you and Abby she gives a sweet little smile.

“Hellooo…” she greets you both, in an innocent singsong way. “Invited yourselves in I see… uh… make yourselves at home?” The fox seems pretty calm in the face of two home intruders bearing down on her.

“You stole from us,” growls Abby, her hackles raised, especially at with how at ease the fox appears. There’s a frown on the thin eyebrows of the fox, then a realisation dawns and she locks eyes with you.

“Ohhh… the eggs…” she says, as if thinking out loud, sitting up and wiping her chin with the back of her hand. “Wait I didn’t steal them,” she goes on, scratching the back of her head. “I paid for them with my services. Didn’t the chickens tell you? I made them cluck cluck cluck and the eggs were my well earned reward.”

“No,” you cut in, feeling a bit of heat in your own chest now. Indignation isn’t usually a mode of yours, especially while naked, but this fox was either lying or unbelievably dense, and needed to understand the seriousness of the situation. “Those chickens were scared. Having a thieving fox in the henhouse? They were just too scared to get rid of you.”

The fox blinks at your words, confused at first as if not understanding your plain statement.