"Did you hear she also sleeps either her cousin?" "No way!" The two voices echoed around the bathroom. "Way! Purity's boyfriends brother is friends with him, they got drunk at a party and he bragged about it." "That's gross. Why would anyone want to sleep with either of them?!" "That's probably why. They're both gross." There was a brief silence and hiss of water before the conversation resumed. "Oh! I heard from my sister, who heard from a friend, that the weird vixen we have biology and maths with works at the sex shop." "What the one at the back who doesn't speak to anyone? She works at a sex shop?! How?" "I don't know, my sister told me what her friend said." "But I heard she worked at that weed shop too. But she can't work at either, I don't think she's old enough." "I don't know, but maybe she'd let us in if it's true." "Why? Why would I want to buy a vibrator from that weirdo? I can just buy one online with daddy's credit card. And I don’t take drugs, they make my fur smell.” "Because you're less likely to get caught duh. And maybe she has a discount, pot and dildos are super expensive." "She probably doesn't work the counter, I don't think she can even speak. Maybe Saturday we can go and find out..." the door slammed as the two voices left. She settled, breathing again and pulling the small toy out of her grasping cunt. Dropping it onto a small black baggy, she stuffed the boxers she'd been huffing into their own with a jockstrap she'd stolen from the boys locker room. The vixen smeared her fingers on some toilet paper, pulled her jeans back up and left the cubicle. She'd been right on the edge when the two girls entered the bathroom, and cum partway thought their conversation, but it had been a pretty poor orgasm. She was glad she was good at stealth wanking, and doubly so the incest rumour wasn't about her, she didn't need that kind of thing being spread around. The second one, about her two jobs was true. It was a weird clause in local law, she could sell, own, even star in porn freely, but not buy or be sold sex toys or porn without a “parents” permission. Just as with the various mind altering substances she sold, she could sell them, handle them, own them, but not smoke (the wording was very specific and said "smoke") or buy them without a “parents” permission. It was something to do with a bunch of rich people who where in charge. They all had interests in the economy of sex and drugs, and cub marriage (among many other things), but couldn't be seen to be "liberal", so some weird argument about the economy was made and a bill passed. She didn't really give a shit about the law. She liked her jobs. No-one she knew could enter the stores, unless they where employees or with their parents, so she never had to deal with them. Wandering into biology she took her seat at the back of the room like normal. She wasn't a bad student, she got excellent grades in chemistry and biology, as well as IT, but was entirely average in the rest of the subjects, following the lines of what she found interesting. The two girls she'd heard talking shuffled in and glanced at her. She felt her heart pound as the feline and rabbit glanced at her. She'd been in the same class as them for years and didn't know their names! She didn't want to! She just liked to be left alone. Now they may want to talk to her! Thankfully, like usual, she was left alone though the day. Leaving the grounds she cracked a fresh can of PWR DRNK GR33N, a highly caffeinated and stimulant filled energy drink which entered and left the body the same colour, to the point no matter what else she drank it seemed her piss was now permanently stained it's concerning luminous green. (Unless she drank BLU or the other “flavours”, which had much the same effect. It was funny, and gross, to piss purple). Slipping her headphones on properly she started her walk home. They weren't on the bus route, which she didn't mind. She used to cycle but someone stole her bike, well, tried to, they'd mangled the lock, then decided to try and cut the rack, then tried something they must have read online and tried cutting the frame. Which meant it was found five feet from the rack bent in two where the cut in the frame to get the lock off had given. She couldn't be bothered to (or afford to really) replace it, she could walk or drive anywhere she needed (if her brother wasn't hogging the car they shared, and someone could supervise her) Passing other pedestrians she couldn't help by steal glances at them, chests, crotches, butts and occasionally lingering just a little to admire a view; a cyclist in tight shorts, a jogger in leggings, a low cut top. She'd never had the ability to really articulate it, she just found the body fascinating, and was almost perpetually horny. The two where not linked but definitely intertwined, she'd masturbated in the stacks at school to biology textbooks, then gone home and watched porn but rather than being aroused simply watched and studied it, occasionally sketching the forms of the performers. She stopped at a light and watched a mixed group of cyclists pull up, their tight clothes showing lines of undergarments, the odd nipple and some very distinctive bulges. She studied them pant and flex, those fascinating hidden parts people where so cagey over. Then the lights changed and they sped off. She squirrelled all those mental snapshots away, fantasising about studying them, fucking them. She was looking forward to weekend, the sex shop was closed for refurbishment and the dispensary had given her a couple of days off, she could just lounge around and masturbate, do some gardening. Just be alone and silent. Finally getting to the small house she shared with her brother and mother, and until a couple of years prior her maternal grandparents. Even with just the three of them the place was cramped. She'd shared a room with her brother until their grandparents had passed on, when she inherited their room. Growing up in such close proximity to her older brother, and various family members who came and went occasionally, had definitely warped her sense of privacy and intimacy. Stepping into the crowded hall she shucked her shoes, then her jeans and finally her panties. Tossing everything onto her bed as she passed she tugged her t-shirt off before rooting the the hamper. Eventually she found her brother's gym shirt from the night before. It was far too big for her, and smelt of his sweaty musk, which was the important part. Taking a deep huff she shuddered and felt herself get slightly aroused. Heading to the kitchen, phone in hand and headphones still on, she pulled the dirty shirt on partly, rolling it up and wearing it like a scarf. She grabbed a PWR DRNK from the fridge, the cold can attracting a slight patina of condensation. She inspected the can, the scent of her brother bringing back images of the cyclists and the random people she'd seen. With a shudder she slowly lowered the can. It's cold damp metal met her hot wet lips. She ground and rubbed against the thick cylinder, teasing herself as if it where a shaft to hump. She could easily take the can, but was more interested in the idle play and teasing currently; the way the curve spread her lips, how it was just long enough to rest the against her clit and still just cover her whole cunt. The heat of her body and cold of the can mixed, she stood, humping and thrusting at the air as she ground against the can, taking deep occasional huffs of her brothers shirt, almost entirely nude in the family kitchen as she fucked herself to strange and disjointed fantasies. With a single shudder and moan she came. It wasn't hard. It wasn't even very good. It was a small, slightly disappointing, climax of someone who masturbates often and fast. With a disappointed huff she separated the can from her sex, strands of feminine juices clinging to the metal she wiped off on her inner thigh. She hadn't wanted to cum, she had been enjoying just playing, but her body had decided to, and although she could have kept teasing for several hours and many orgasms she had lost interest. Cracking the can she took a first sip of the over fizzed artificial flavour and idled, looking out at her garden. All the houses in the estate where uniformly small when built, but had large gardens. Many families had expanded the building to accommodate large families and multi-generational homes common in the area, a tiny minority to show their increase in wealth and make their abode “nicer”. Her grandparents had tended it, giving her and her brother a section each when they where young. He had soon lost interest, replacing the time he'd have to tend to his bed with sports and friends, so she had taken over his bed. Then slowly expanded her space, the elderly vulpines seeing her love and skill in the garden seeded space to her. Soon the entire space was given over organised plots for fruit and vegetables, a narrow strip of turf, left at the insistence of the rest of the family, formed the demarcation zone between the patio and small planters and beds of her mother and her territory. As she grew older she replaced potentially invasive plants with native species, a small collection of deadly plants took over sections. All the way at the back of the plot, stood their grandparents pride: a potting shed, greenhouse, and a small mushroom house converted from, and attached to, an old garage. She was encroaching on the front garden too, the front pots and single bed of ornamentals being her domain. The neighbours where used to seeing the young vixen in nothing but her fur, occasionally gardening gloves, sometimes a cape of a shirt at her shoulders. She was just an eccentric part of the neighbourhood, readily providing home-grown fruit and vege, home made preserves, jams/jellies, pickles and more, to pot lucks, raffles, auctions or just as gifts. She mused on the mixing scent of her sex sticking to her fingers and can, and the sweaty musk of her brothers shirt. She was still horny, she always was. Turning back to go to her bedroom she was interrupted by the doorbell. No-one rang the bell. It was too late for deliveries, not that they got any, and people only visited if her mother or brother where home. No-one visited when she was alone. She was "a bit eccentric" and "made people a little uncomfortable", she didn't understand it really, despite having had it explained it just didn't parse. She also wasn’t particularly talkative so didn’t make good company unless someone wanted something. She looked though the peephole and saw a canine guy and feline woman standing on the porch. She opened the door, suspicious and cautious, her grandmothers cane just in reach by the door. "Hi! We're your new neighbours! I'm David and this is my wife Jill!" He was in an eggshell blue polo and beige slacks, she was in "mom jeans" and a white blouse. They stank of lower middle class and the slow encroachment of the next rung of society into the neighbourhood. They beamed, a pair of cubs stood before them. It took a moment for them to parse the nude, somewhat scruffy, vixen before them, and the slight waft of sweat and sex. Clearly they had been winding up and prepared a whole thing, so hadn't noticed her state immediately. "Oh! Oh goodness!" The feline grabbed the cubs to cover their eyes. "you're, uh, ah, we can come back later it's clearly not a good time!" She made a sound of questioning, words slowly trying to form. New neighbours? Where? He looked like he played golf! No-one here played golf! Who where these freaks!? She was faintly panicking, what do you do with someone who just knocks at your door announcing they're neighbours!? Thankfully the group was hurrying away before she could say anything, so she closed the door, storing the interaction for later, they where probably from that cult or whatever that sometimes knocked at the door, they looked the kind to do cult stuff. Taking another sip she wondered to her room to do her homework. What odd people. She folded up on her chair, silently going through her homework, occasionally getting distracted by idle masturbation, not really getting off just stroking and playing with her sex, revelling in the scent of her own sex and brothers sweat. The clatter of the front door announced her brother arriving home. A few minutes later her mother arrived. --- The door opened slowly, the canine on the other side found a tray, laden with jars and bottles, thrust at him, a couple of folded sheets of paper sticking out with "read me" written on in neat capitals. The vixen holding the tray looked awkward, but at least this time she was dressed. Though she still smelt slightly of sex and sweat. "Oh, hello. Err. I guess this is for me?" He took the note, his wife appearing and craning over to read it. The writing on the inside of the sheet didn't match the outside, it was awkward lower capitals, "Hello, I am Lilith, your new neighbour. I'm not very good at meeting new people. I am also bad at picking up on social queues etiicet moors norms, such as wearing clothes. I didn't mean to upset or distress you with my nudity. I often go about the house and garden in only my fur, and don't always understand why other people may be uncomfertable uncomfr uncomfortable with it. I work in the garden a lot. These are some things I make with what I grow. Please wash and return the jars and bottles so I can reuse them. I sell these at a local market or give them away as gifts, they are well liked. I have even been featured in a fancy magazine and won an award for young ontra entrpa business people. I sometimes sell to some nice people who are from a foreign country. He has a private jet I got to sit in a few months ago. I wrote this as it would be even more uncofrt awkward for everyone if I tried to say it. Please enjoy this welcoming gift." "Oh, err, thank you?" In the same script as the front fold was PTO at the bottom. He turned it over. "Hello I'm Lilith's mother, we just met as I came home. I thought it best to send her over to try and make amends for the incident you told me about. She means well, she's a little awkward and eccentric. She's very proud of her garden and sells lots of what she makes. I'd be delighted to invite you over to meet myself, my son and Lilith properly." "Err, sure. I think we can make a fresh start, and pretend... Yes. Lovely to meet you Lilith. If it's not too inconvenient we'd like to take your mum up on her offer to visit... Oh, err, we’ll follow in a bit" The vixen had turned when he said he'd come visit and hurried home, tray still in hand, she didn't like these new people. The way he read out "eccentric" and exchanged a look with his wife made her upset. They thought she was "special" now. She hated the term. Her mother had used it for a while until they'd had a big argument. Calling her "special" lumped her in with the cubs who where in the actually special section of the school. Just because she was awkward with people and liked to feel the wind in her fur didn’t mean she was like the others people called special. She didn't like eccentric either. But it was what others called her. Eccentric was just polite for "weird" or "special". There was nothing wrong with being nude in her own home or garden, why was it OK seven or eight years ago but suddenly not now? Why could Ms Sarkisian sunbathe nude but she couldn't garden? The lady was at least twice her age! She had huge breasts too! Everyone thought she was a MILF. Lots of the guys at school said Lilith was hot even if if the she was a weird vixen. Retreating to her room she wedged her headphones on and opened her laptop. The grindingly old machine from her mother's work was kept going through a mix of hard headedness and the fact a lot of people still used them with open source software. Unfortunately her idle masturbation and dreams of visiting a nearby nudist colonym as well examination of various naturist and gardening forums/blogs was interrupted by her mother calling her name, with the added note to put clothes on as they had guests. No-one she knew gave a shit any-more if she was dressed, so it must be the new prudes. With a huff she pulled her brother's shirt down and pulled on her jeans. "Lilith, there you are, this is David and Jill, they moved in to the James's old place next door, and these are Meg and Tommy." The neat older vixen was perched on a chair in the front room and motioned to the family, a pot of coffee sat on the table. Lilith waved awkwardly. "Why don't we go into the garden, Jill was saying she quit likes gardening, and the weather is so nice still." The elder vixen stood and motioned towards the back of the house and the door to the garden. "Come on, you can tell them about plants and maybe let them eat some of your stuff... Not like that..." her brother looked behind her, holding a tray with some crackers and spreads. "One day you're gonna have to learn to talk to strangers and not be nude. Maybe masturbate less too. I can smell it on you." The built older tod fox lead her out to the garden. In a few short months he'd be off to university, a rare occurrence in the area. While he slipped on a pair of battered trainers to step out she simply walked barefoot, padding to her beloved beds. "Oh, before you go out, don't eat anything out there, and some try not to touch" her mother warned their guests. "Oh, OK, is she protective of the plants or?" The feline asked "Oh. No, some are toxic or not ready, it's easier to let her pick out what's edible." the elder vixen informed them in a very offhand manner. "Toxic?! Why would you grow poisonous plants! Especially near edible ones!" She could hear the strain on the felines pearls, as if the tension on them from casual nudity wasn't giving the string enough issues, now someone may grow something dangerous! Near her precious cubs! The vulpine added further de-marks to the new couples register. At this rate they may have to fetch the smelling salts the feline was getting so wound up, and definitely search for scattered and crushed pearls the feline was so intent on clutching so hard. "Well, I don't really understand the layout, but, some she makes into scents, the oils and such smell very nice, others are safe when boiled, like nettles, some are just pretty... And it's to do with co-planting, I ... I don't take much after my parents, I don't have a green thumb like she does... Can I pour you a drink? Here, it's still warm out so I put some ice in for you." There was a clinking of glass and ice as drinks and nibbles where served. Lilith set to work tending her garden. If they wanted anything from her they could ask. She would leave them alone, they would leave her alone. After a moment a shadow fell across her. "What's that?" The small highbred, she was pretty sure was called Meg, was in a neat sundress and pointing at a plant, the deep purple and green bell shaped flowers clearly having caught her eye. The kitten was standing just a little too close, but at least was respecting the boarder and was staying on the flagstone path between the beds. "Atropa belladonna..." the vulpine responded quietly, her soft voice hardly more than a whisper, pulling the home-made label out to show the kit who took the silver metal carefully. She recycled her energy drink cans into labels for her plants, cutting them open, turning them inside out and hammering them flat before stamping and painting the label in. "At-ro-pah bell-ad-on-n-ah ... Deadly night shade. What a funny name. What does deadly mean?" The kitten spelled out the words and asked innocently. "It means it's very dangerous honey come here and stop bothering her, it's not safe" the mother cat tried to bundle the kitten away, but Meg was curious and resisted. "But I want to look at the flowers! I won't touch them!" The kitten wailed. The vulpine, who had reached deeper into the bed re-emerged with what looked like a handful of small tomatoes and offered them up. "Tomatoes!" The kitten squealed in delight and reached for them. "No, no! Sweety! Don't! ... Don't grab." The feline composed herself, backing down for the sake of appearance from her reaction as if her cub was reaching to have her arm shot full of the strongest street drug available by a crazed person. The vulpine plucked one off the vine, held it up, tossed it into her muzzle, chewed briefly and swallowed, opening wide to show she had indeed swallowed it, as proof of it’s safety. She offered the red fruit again. "Those are tomatoes miss", her brother had cautiously approached and was resting a careful hand on his sisters shoulder. "She'd never hurt a soul. Especially a kitten. Try them. Please" "Jill, he has a point, the drinks are made with her fruit and are very good. You're a skilled gardener." The canine smiled down at her, talking as if he was addressing a simpleton. She felt her fur rise. She just wanted to be nude and garden, maybe have a quick wank and be left alone, but some asshole who didn't know her deigned to judge her, her brother's grip tightened slightly in warning and reassurance. She held out the fruit again. The cub took them and shared them out. Covering her mouth the sceptical feline looked surprised, as if she was expecting to fake a positive reaction. "Oh goodness, these are very sweet, almost like fruit! These are wonderful!" The kneeling vulpine cursed in the privacy of her mind, the feline was judging her as “simple” and yet didn’t know tomatoes where a fruit! She probably thought “gardening” she so “enjoyed” was homogenous grass lawns and flowers tended by someone else and “weeded” to an inch of reason. The rest of the evening passed and Lilith was left blessedly alone. The new family left, a box of Lilith's produce in hand. --- "She’s still out there, I'm surprised she can see anything it's so dark out..." David looked out their second story bedroom window, down at the outline of their nudist neighbour in the dark. "She's a fox. They all see well in the dark." Jill hissed, crossing her arms in disapproval. "Don't cats too?" "That's different David and you know it!" She snapped and drew the curtains forcefully before getting angrily into bed. "and stop looking at her! She's disgusting!" "I was just wondering what she was doing. It looked like yoga. Didn't you used to do yoga? I wanted to try it but you quit before I could... Maybe she can t-" "No! Good night!" The feline flicked the switch off on her husband, who stumbled into bed in the sudden darkness. Down below, the vixen was indeed stretching, but not just her arms and legs. "Easy, no rush, we've got all night." The deep voice of her brother emanated from the shadows below her as she huffed and ground against him. The familiar stretch and fullness for the large member deep within her, the warm earth under her as she worked herself to climax. "You masturbated at school didn't you? Three? Four times? Huffing that jockstrap you stole from the lockers..." the shadows teased She tensed and wriggled, a flash of guilt passing over her muzzle. "Oh, don't look like that... Of course I know you took them... Who else would? He thinks he probably lost them but we both know otherwise don't we?" The living darkness chuckled "don't worry, I won't tell, it's our little secret, just like so many other things." She took a deep drag on the boxers hanging off her sweat drenched muzzle, shuddering as if she'd just taken a drag on a desperately needed cigarette, flexing and clenching again the large cock probing her depths. "You really do like my smell don't you. Your big, sporty brother, all sweaty for you, strong musk is intoxicating to you. You're practically an addict. I wonder what you'd do if I cut you off... We'll find out soon enough though, off to college far far away, leaving you behind..." she clutched at the top board of the nearby bed, battered claws digging in, as she heaved herself up and down in long heavy thrusts, she shivered, unable to vocalise her hurt at the idea, how painful her brother's departure to college was for her. "Aww did I upset you? Scared you'll be all alone, no-one to look out for you? It's OK... We both know why you grow those things. If it all gets too much... It would look like a simple mistake by a simple girl." She shook her head, the pleasure from her cunt mixing with the words, those awful true words. "They all think you are. Even your teachers. Those grades, those A Stars, they're not real. Think about it, that mongrel from home-room, Baggers, he got an A on that essay, two sides of paper in his unintelligible writing, he if can, of course you can" she hissed though her teeth, her other hand going to her clit and lips, massaging, trying to end the torture, to silence the voice with orgasm. "Don't be like that little sis, everyone knows you're unique, just a bit different, Special.” she growled and shudder at the taunts from the darkness. “You stink of it, you're a chronic masturbator, a perv who ogles anything, who spends as much time with her fingers deep in her cunt as in the soil. Go on, how many times? You never said. How. Many. Times." "Ss, ssixx" she hissed, grinding her teeth as she worked her clit, bouncing desperately on his cock, the thick bulbs of his knot so close. So very close. "Six, you masturbated at school six times. You're lucky you don't have a cock, end up like that boy who was done for touching himself all the time, walking around with a hard on constantly... So, when... When did you find the time?” her brothers voice demanded of her "B... b'fore first bell... First break, t-twice lunch..." she shuddered, clenching and flexing her jaw – words where so hard. She didn't want to admit it, but she knew she'd not cum, he'd not let her cum, until she did. "That's four..." The shadows curled in the darkness, heaving up under her, pressing his dick into her. Out among the beds almost no light got to the ground at night, she'd fallen asleep once out here, her mother and brother had looked for a long time with torches before finding her, between the close rows of luscious plants. "keep going" "B...b'tween afternoon classes... Then before leaving..." "Mmmm, add to that the twice in the morning, the three times this evening, and once before you go to sleep... And this... That's lucky thirteen. Good thing you're not superstitious. Even the horniest boy I know would have difficulty keeping up." She shifted and whimpered with lust, the warm damp earth sweet against the acrid stench of the boxers she had over her muzzle. The darkness, rough and warm, gave and shifted as her knees moved in the fertile soil. She gasped and redoubled her efforts, unclasping her paw from the wood to help press the stolen undergarments harder into her muzzle, the heady musk of crotch sweat was exquisite. She was pretty sure they belonged to the large equine on her brother's football team, based on how distended the crotch was. She could only imagine what they'd smell like, what he'd smell like, fresh off the field. She shuddered, tongue flicking out to drag some of the fabric in to her muzzle, the scent and taste combining as she thrummed her sex. Sweat and sex filled the air as the night blooms gave off their own scents of sweet floral sex. She bounced and writhed atop the bullying shadow, thick knot so close to filling her finally. "Aww, getting desperate to cum? One last time before bed? Can't even cum for me. My gym shirt around your neck like a scarf and stolen filthy jockstrap in your muzzle as you ride your big brothers cock in the back yard. Even that prissy pussy next-door would think it's pathetic. She'd have come by now. She'd have cum twice probably. She isn't a deviant like you. She's not fucked up like you. Doesn’t even need to huff underwear to help her get off. She probably can just use her fingers, just her husband's cock is enough, after all they have two cubs so she must like it. Bet he wouldn't even sneak a look at you, fucking filthy stinging vixen like you. Yeah the guys think you're hot in a weird way, but if you weren't a fucking stinking special you'd probably get some action. But no, you're defective. Special virgin vixen." he taunted up at her. It got too much, she slammed down and shuddered, groaning loudly as she finally came, her own juices splattering the fruit beds as she came, the knot lodging him deep within. She could pull off him easily, had toys larger. She could just pull off him with a few relaxing breaths. That she did. Panting hard she raised up, the bulbs straining and popping free with the squish and squelch of latex on flesh, more fluids splattering out her stretched cunt from her desperate orgasm. "Fucking freak." She caught a wicked slash of light in the shadows as she wondered back inside, shameful latex in hand.