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The character Sun Mako belongs to me.
The following is a short story I wrote about our encounter. Please enjoy it. Or not, I'm not your Dad.
(Unless you want me to be.)
It was a slow day at work, not many people had come in that afternoon, and Sun Mako was getting ready to clean the bathrooms, when the door bell jingled a few times, sounding that a customer had entered the dining area.
Stepping out around the corner, he looked down at the tiny little fox, standing there perched with her hands behind her back and a smile across her face.
"Welcome to Kaia's Creamery, can I get you anything, sweetie?" Mako asked while headed behind the counter.
"I want the cub special." The tiny fox, flippant and full of energy, placed a plastic golden coin on the counter in front of him, the face up showing a heart scratched into the surface.
"Where did you get this token?" Part of the procedure was establishing that she was chosen and gifted the coin by a distributor who worked at the café. You can never be too careful.
"Goku gave it to me at school." The all clear; Goku and Maal were the only two other people who had the coins, and could give them out freely around the area.
Taking the coin off the counter, Mako removes his apron and places it over the back of a chair, moving around the side to take Taleir by the hand and leading her into the back room. It was dark, and a dozen shapes danced across the room as they entered. The fluorescent lights that hung from the ceiling were flickering in a desperate attempt to remain lit, and the drop down ceiling was stained with water damage. To the side of this room was a small door, painted the same color as the outside wall and hidden behind brooms and stacks of milk crates and particle board.
It was into this room that he had lead the little fox by the hand.
At the back of the room was a set of boxes full of supplies for the store, and one large box full of aprons and uniforms. Next to the box was a makeshift table stand, upon which rested bottles of water, a stack of condoms, and a menagerie of personal lubricants. Taking a seat, he motioned for the little fox to join him.
"What is your name?" Mako asked in a hushed whisper.
"Taleir." She replied politely.
"How old are you, Taleir?" Mako reached for a jar of Vaseline sitting on the box next to him.
"Seven." Taleir churred a-matter-of-factly.
The light that shown through the door allowed Mako to take a few moments to better study the little fox named Taleir. She was tiny, smaller than most cubs, with digitigrade legs and a slender chest and tummy, wearing only a light blue shirt that came down far enough past her belly button that, if you weren't paying attention, would only just barely hide her anatomy.
"You're a girl?" Mako asked, leaning forward to place his hands against her stomach, pushing the shirt out of the way; where a slit should have been was a triangular spade of flesh protruding forward through her thighs.
"Yes." She did not recoil from the touch, and stepped forward.
Twisting his head, Mako peered down further between her legs at what he assumed was male genitalia, but was instead a Canidae vulva, something he'd never experienced before in person. It was soft, and squishy to the touch, and surrounded his fingers completely when he pressed into it.
An overwhelming sensation of wanting to suckle this little trough of skin had welled up within him, and Mako reached forward to pull Taleir bit closer, allowing her purchase against the box from which he was leaving.
"Have you ever done this before?" Mako asked quietly, kissing down the trail of fur that lead between her legs.
"Yes." Taleir replied with a shiver, watching him like a hawk as she sat on the box.
He took the pyramid of flesh into his mouth, forming a gentle suction that, as a result, pushed his tongue through the slit in the flesh and inside past the labia, suckling as though drinking from a bottle.
Letting out a yelp, the little fox bade him continue, pressing her hands into the back of Mako's head so that he could not move away for several minutes.
He had to gently fight her hands to pull himself away, to which Mako came to a stand and undid his pants, removing a now completely erect penis that was throbbing and yearning to penetrate her tiny little cunny.
Reaching down, Mako lifted Taleir under the arms and swapped places with her, undoing his jeans further and pushing them down past his legs and onto his knees. With a quick hand, he applied a copious amount of Vaseline to himself, and looked up at Taleir, who was shivering with anticipation while watching.
"Here, come sit." The monkey had beckoned, and the fox complied...