A Fox's Playdate (FutaxTrap, Pet-play, Mimi, Domination, Humor)

"So, you finally got that wolf-girl you wanted, Venessa? That's fantastic!" exclaims a young woman called Rachel from the couch occupying her living room. The brunette's brown eyes exude focus and discipline, granting her a rather business-like poise despite currently wearing very casual clothing. Her D-cup breasts rest under a unassuming white t-shirt, and her nine-inch bulge is tucked away by a raggedy pair of blue shorts. She brushes back a lock of silky, chin-length hair and repositions the phone along with her neatly framed glasses before continuing.

"Hmm? A play-date with Abby?" The woman glances down past her legs to observe her own "pet".

Abby is currently resting her chin on her master's knee and staring up at the strange plastic device with curiosity, her fox ears twitch and her luxurious orange tail curls when their eyes lock. She looks just like any other young adult--completely human, save her two foxy appendages. Well, maybe "her" isn't the correct pronoun...

Abby might be delightfully feminine on the surface, with doey, blue eyes, modest b-cup breasts, and soft, white skin against a backdrop of obscenely long orange hair. But a six inch flaccid addition and smooth perineum suggest otherwise. Abby is what her master, and many, refer to as a 'trap'. Not a hermaphrodite, like she originally thought, but rather a gentle, four-foot tall bundle of fragility.

Almost all pets in this world comprise of hermaphrodites, along with the human inhabitants. However, there are times when a singular set of genitals grace a newborn. Hormones might play a role with the rare occurrence, but that didn't stop Rachel from falling in love with the Abby at first sight. Feeling pitifully alone with no one to come home too, she decided that a friend, a companion, would be just the thing she needed. She can fondly recall reaching out her arm in amity to the scared fox in the pet store. The clerk warning her about how skittish she could be, possible due to the some of the other pets wanting little to due with the singular sexed abnormality, or outright bullying her weak appearance, but that only strengthened Rachel's resolve. Ignoring the clerk's advice, she took the newly christened Abby home regardless.

The headstrong brunette knew that raising a fox-girl, just like any other pet, would be a challenge. But with Abby the challenge laid not with overly rambunctious behavior, or a infatuation with leg-humping, rather plain timidness. She was scared to death of everything. Thankfully, Abby was pre-taught what a toilet was, much to Rachel's relief. Sadly though, Rachel only knew when the fox-girl was hungry by the growls of her stomach. If her bowl was out of water, she would lick any cool surface without so much as a whine. Once, she knock over a potted plant by accident, and the bawling ensued--terrified of being reprimanded by her careless mistake. Abby has since relaxed and come a long way. Now she actually looks forward to her daily walks around the town, if still frightful of new people. Rachel is, after all, the only constant and loving thing that she's known.

"Um, hello? Earth to Rachel," inquires the voice over the phone, snapping the brunette out of her reprieve. "You still with me?"

Rachel reaches out and tossels Abby's angelic hair before replying, "I don't think a playdate's such a good idea. Abby still only trusts me..."

"But that's exactly why this is a good idea. She needs to meet other pets--it can only do her good."

Abby perks up when the static voice reaches her ears. "Walkies?" she says, eyes full of hope and tail wagging. Rachel ignores the fox's plea and tries to think of a convincing answer that would silence her overly helpful friend.

"Well, uh, she just needs more time. Ya know...? I've only recently got her out of the house. That's good progress."

"Hmm… I don't know, maybe you haven't been screwing her enough, Rach. I mean, Mindy here was pretty ornery herself before my dick entered the equation... and her pussy!" she boasts with an unseen smile, proud of her quick wittiness. "Well... She's still pretty forceful, really. And prefers to be on top. But definitely more re- Ahh! Ahh, stop!"

Rachel jumps slightly, and can feel the surprise in her

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