Let her off

“Okay look,” you begin, helping the fox girl stand by taking her hands. As she does she can’t help but have more than a passing glance at your bobbing erection but refocuses on your kind face after a moment. “I understand you’re sorry. I can see that… so … I guess it’s ok. But you really can’t come around and steal from the hens any more.”

The fox shakes her head emphatically in agreement.

“Definitely not! No no no! You’re right!” she adds.

“Okay good. And...look if you’re hungry, just come to the house. My family will happily give you a meal if you need one.” You make the offer on behalf of the farmer Joness, but you’re pretty confident that your folks would agree that this is the right thing to do.

The fox’s big bright eyes get even bigger, your generosity and forgiveness so unexpected she barely knows how to react.

“Really? You… you would do that? Just let me have food?” she asks, sounding excited but still with that slight emotional wobble in her voice. Then she frowns, looking over to Abby, seeing her collar. “No… no I can’t just do that. I can… I can help on the farm. Yes!” she figures out, but then looks uncertain again at your raised eyebrow. “I mean… if that’s okay. I don’t want to be a freeloading fox is all…”

“Of course,” you answer quickly, the idea of adding this fox to your farm harem not a bad idea. “Though I’m not sure what jobs you’d like to do around the farm. In fact I don’t think the chickens would be too thrilled with you being around...”

“Oh no…” the fox remembers, her shoulders sagging. The guilt flattens her ears against her head.

“The farm’s a big place and the chickens will get used to it eventually,” Abby suddenly chimes in, but she doesn’t quite sound reassuring. “The thing is,” she continues, “is that I don’t think wild foxes are all that suited to farm life. Not even cute ones like you.” You’re surprised by how forthright Abby is, even if she tried to soften the blow a little at the end there. The fox pouts but doesn’t appear to want to disagree. “We’ve all heard about the lazy fox,” Abby adds, and this time you see the fox in question’s expression grow a little darker.

“Abby…” you start, but you see a smirk on the dog’s face and her tail swishing behind her as it does when she’s having fun.

“But… I do think there may be some other kind of skills you can offer…” the sheepdog muses, now grinning. At this point the fox and the hound have their gazes locked, but after the playful tone from Abby starts to slip past the fox’s defenses, those eyes narrow, then a smile returns to that pretty vulpine face.

“Well… I can’t argue with that,” the fox girl assents.

You’re a little confused by the whole thing, especially when she sinks to her knees again in front of you. The fox’s slender fingers are then wrapped around the base of your cock and your jaw drops, while Abby stands to one side.

“What’s your name?” Abby asks, since you’re currently too stunned to form words.

“I’m Fie,” the fox answers, looking up at you while still holding onto your shaft.

“Well Fie, think of this as your... audition. Your job interview,” Abby the assistant explains, more for your benefit than Fie’s. The adorable female vulpine girl watches you demurely and licks her pink lips revealing a long, wet pink tongue.