The air in the bedroom was thick, and heavy as the noises of carnal pain & pleasure slowed to a halt. Instead, it was replaced by heavy, and haggard breaths, as a twin-tailed fox, and a vixen descended from the peak of the evening. However, the vixen pushed through the exhaustion, pulled out, and set to work freeing her boyfriend.
       Carefully, she unlocked the handcuffs, they left marks on his wrists. She then removed the collar, his breathing seemed a little easier. Next was the ring gag, his jaw hung open, as he caught his breath. Lastly, she removed the blindfold, to find a few tears around his eyes. Fear & concern welled up inside her, and she leaned in to hug him. The sudden flinch in his body from something poking told her of something she forgot to remove. Hastily removing the strapon, leaving her with just her dark lingerie, she leaned in to hold him gently. He continued to pant.
       “Tails, are you okay?” She whispered in a soft, almost motherly voice.
       It took him a little bit, to reply with a weak, “Mm...Hmm… ...Yes.”
       She gave a little smile, and kissed him on the forehead, “Are you sure, sweetie? You feel safe?”
       His breathing steadied, and he slowly nodded, “...Yeah.” Gradually he closed his arms around her, hugging her back. She could still feel his heart pounding through just his chest. She held him close, and gingerly stroked his hair, and back. Not looking at his sores, but knowing where he was unscathed. Now was the time for comfort, and affection. The vixen eventually leaned back, and wiped the teardrops from his eyes, and planted a kiss on his forehead. Then he slowly opened his eyes to reveal the glistening blue, and his smile broadened “Zooey…”
       Her own smile broadened, and she softly cooed, “I’m here, Tails. You were a very good boy.”
       Moments later, she reached over to the nightstand, and pulled up a canvas bag. And pulled out a fresh, fuzzy blanket. “Would you like the blanket, sweetie?” she asked.
       He softly nodded, “Yes, please,” and she carefully draped it over his shoulders.
       “Okay, I’m just gonna wrap it around your…” she began, as she brought it over his rear.
       He quickly gasped out, sucking air through his teeth, “Shh…! Ahh!”
       “Oh god, are you okay!?” she exclaimed.
       He took another deep breath and swallowed, before answering, “Yes..”
       “Would you like some lotion over there?”
       “Yes, please…” Pulling out the appropriate bottle, she squeezed the cool white fluid into her hand, and spread it slowly over the two roughened mounds that were his rear. He let out a relieved sigh, “Mmm… Maybe some bandaids, too.”
       Zooey obliged, applying a number of cartoon themed bandages to the rough spots on his rump. “Anything else you’d like, Tails?”
       “...I think I’m good, and ready for the blanket.” he sighed, lying curled up on his side, on it. The vixen nodded, and wrapped him up in it, carefully guiding his namesake tails into a comfortable position. “I’m a blanket burrito~” he cooed.
       She gave a little giggle, before scooping him up, replying, “You’re my sweet little blanket burrito~” Slowly, she lifted him up off of the bed, and carried him bridal-style to the living room.