 and while th story is not finished here is what I have:
The cackle of seagulls were rife in the mid afternoon air as the waves gave off a salty mist as they crashed ashore. Xavier laid out a plain scarlet beach towel and slid his board into the sand to block out part of the sun. After hitting the surf all morning he decided to take a break, snag a few Zs and maybe score with some of the lovely ladies as they scampered across the beach. Right beside where his stuff was spread a young looking mouse lady and her son laid out their towels and a large beach umbrella, the son racing off to the surf before his mother finished off unpacking.
“Stay close to the shallows Chuck, I don't want you wandering off to far into the sea.†the woman called after, shaking her head with an exasperated smile, knowing she was as much talking to the kitsune who looked her way.
“Don't be so harsh on him, mam, kids his age are as unchecked as the wind, and listen half as well.†the kitsune laughs, his mismatched eyes glowing slightly.
“You may be right, but it is a mother's nature to tell them anyways, Mister...?â€
“Xavier, but you can call me Xav. Is this your first time at this beach? I haven't seen you around before.†the fox asks as he turns to his cooler, grabbing a bottle of soda out of the cooler beside his board.
The mouse lady lays on her stomach, hmming in agreement before undoing her top. “Xav, since you are here, would you be a dear and rub tanning lotion on my back?†she asks demurely, pointing to a bottle sticking out of a basket with he slender tail.
The kitsune cracks his knuckles and shuffles over, eyes glowing slightly brighter. “Mam, it would be my pleasure.†the fox then grasps the bottle, squeezing a liberal dollop of the bronze goop into his palm, slather it around and started to rub the lady's slender shoulders. He worked his practised hands through the motions, putting just the right amount of pressure on each node and muscle. His thin, sharp claws poking and prodding minute knots and stretched muscles, allowing her too slip into a deep relaxed state.
“A bit lower, Xav, I feel you missed so spots on my sides and lower back.†she cooed dreamily as he stopped just long enough to get more lotion.
“I am afraid to go lower mam, your son and ring give me the impression I may be cutting another man's grass as it is.†the fox sheepishly quips eyes flaring, nose sniffing pheromones on the wind.
“That you don't have to worry with my dear man. We have an open agreement in our relationship. And don't worry about Chuck, the boy has seen more than me topless.†she smirks, not needing to see the blush bleeding through the white fur on the kitsune's cheeks.
“If you say so mam.†he shrugs, sliding his paws around the sides of her bosom and down to her hips, rubbing up to her tail-base and up the spine. With graceful, yet strong strides he massages her tail and legs, giving the mouse-lady a sense of peace she hadn't felt for a while. With his job done the fox returns to his place, sipping the soda and watching the boy frolic in the foam.
A short while later Chuck runs out of the water, back to his mother to ask for money for ice cream, having noticed a vendor when he was splashing in the waves. He stopped,looking crestfallen as he found his mother, sound asleep. He turned to walk away but felt something grab the waist of his speedo.
Xav had wonder for a bit what was causing the strange, alluring scent that intoxicated his senses. First he thought it was the mother, but to his surprise it was hot emanating from the beautiful mousemilf before him, but the cute boy, giving of old traces of seed, sexual sweat, and lust. As he got closer the scents grew stronger and tipped the fox over the edge. He grasped the boy's swimwear as he turned away, eyes flaring bright.
“I can give you what you want from that vendor, but in exchange you have to do something for me,†the kitsune breathes seductively, his minor incubus nature latching onto the lust he tastes on the boy's aura, “I have an itch, but only you can scratch it at the moment†he coos, pulling the boy's speedo lower off his cute tush.
Chuck hesitates as he feels the fox's warm breath pass through his water logged fur. The heat rises as the fox pulls him closer, plunging his tongue in-between the boy's young cheeks, licking deep. The slimy tongue pokes and prods its way through the tight, clenching sphincter, slowly allowing the intruder into the dark passage beyond.
“Mister fox, what are you doing?†the boy squeaks as he blushes, feeling the long muscle press into his young prostate.
“Making sure you can accommodate something a bit larger, my scrumptious young toy,†the fox growls, mind letting the darker side draw on the sexual energy this young child seemed to have. “Once I finish lubing you up, you are going to help me scratch my itch.â€
The boy moans as the tongue goes deeper before sliding out, to suddenly ram back in, deep as it could go. Panting, he steps out of the speedo around his ankles, facing the kitsune fully. The fox leans back and lets the boy peel off the board shorts, their mesh having constricted his sheathe. The mild canid musk tickles the mouse-boy’s nose as he licks the tip of the decent sized red member sliding out of the furry package.
“Go on and suck it,†the fox grinned, pushing two of his fingers into the boy's backside to extenuate the point, using the leverage to pull him closer. The boy suckles the tip, rubbing the shaft with one paw, slipping the other under the fox's fist sized sack to fondle the orbs within. The fox growls apriciatively, but swiftly grabs the boy's thighs, lifting, spinning him around and slides his member into the not so virgin backside.
The young mouse's moans stir the elder mouse from her slumber. Blinking sleep and sand from her eyes she focuses on the sound and turns to see the kitsune knot deep, slowly pumping her son full of fox. The fox eases the boy down and turns the boy's head, giving a loving kiss on the muzzle, reciprocated by the mouse.
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