“So, I know it might seem a bit different to you,” Taleir says, standing on her digitigrade feet in front of you, “but sometimes different can be fun, and it is still just a hole; nothing special about it.”

She looks thoughtful for a moment, “well, I mean, it might be special if it’s the first time looking at one.”  A couple of her fingers trace the sides of her spade, protruding from between her legs, “but I’ll help you understand what you’re getting into, don’t worry!”

She looked down between her legs, still stroking her little bud, its featureless side poking down from between her legs.  “Well, one thing it does is even the field a little bit.  Boys have their junk in the open, hanging off them.  Us canid girls do too.”

Her finger flicks the tip back and forth, playing with it idly, “those human girls get to hide theirs behind some fatty labia.  Maybe that’s better,” she shrugged, “I dunno, but I guarantee it’s not nearly as fun to suck on.  You can get this whole thing in your mouth and nurse on it like a hungry bab--!”

She stops herself, looking at you a little awkwardly, worried she was taking it someplace weird, “eehh-nyways, this isn’t really the best view, is it?”

With that, Taleir turned around and lowered herself onto all fours, lifting her rear and tail up so you can get a good look.

“There’s my little anthurium,” she said candidly, revealing a new angle of her vulpine spade to your eyes.  It looked deceptively firm, holding its shape well, the two folds making up her slit resting neatly against each other.  “Means ‘tail flower’ in greek, I think,” she said with a bit of a nerdish tone.

“So, first things first, you might notice a fold along the top that my spade is lifted up into slightly,” she said, referring to the ‘T’ shape the opening is taking.  Her slit made up the vertical part of the ‘T’ while a small bit of flesh that folded over part of her slit made up the top.  “This is what it looks like when I’m not aroused or in heat.  My spade will lift up into my body slightly, giving it a smaller profile and making a kink in my birth canal which makes penetrating me a little harder.”

Her tail flagged slightly, “When I’m in heat, it’s pretty much always lowered, wet, and a little swollen.  You can tell if I’m in season pretty easily, even from the front.”

Her spade started to lower on its own, the fold being pulled down with it until the entire opening was revealed, her pussy taking on a more ‘Y’ shape now.  “Well, I’m getting a little bit more turned on now, thinking about what I’m gonna ask you to do.”

Her tail flagged and she lowered her chest down further.  “Go ahead…  Spread it open.”

As your thumbs touch either side of her spade, you can see how pliable it really is.  Spreading it open reveals the pink and glistening flesh of her sex.

You see her tailhole palpitate slightly as her abdomen tenses to a tinge of pleasure rushing through her, that spread pussy lifting slightly and then relaxing.  “Mngh…  Okay, let’s start from the top and work our way down.”

“Most obvious is the opening to my birth canal.  Cock goes in, babies come out.”  It was the largest, most obvious opening, a surprisingly narrow horizontal slit nestled at the very top of her spread pussy.  The ceiling of her tunnel seemed to be pushing down, making a seal that kept it from filling with air.

“Looks pretty tight, huh?  It has to be!  How else do you think it’d hold onto a guy’s knot?” she said, looking back with a smirk.

“So,” she resumed after a short pause, “you might notice that my pussy is shaped kinda like a funnel that guides you right to that hole.  Well, half of a funnel, more like.”

A slight crease starting at the tip of her spade leads straight up to her birth canal.  It almost looks like her pussy was made to catch and draw your cock’s tip right into her.  “I don’t need to tell you that makes it a lot easier to hit your target,” she says with a giggle.

“And below that, you should be able to see my urethra.”

It was a small slit that sat just below her birth canal with a small bunching of flesh on either side: a pair of lips that should have been closing over it.  With her pussy spread apart, though, those lips were pulled apart as well, making that small opening a lot more obvious.

“I’m sure I don’t need to tell you what it’s for,” she said dodgily, “but my Skene’s glands should be right above it.  You probably can’t see their ducts, but they can sure give a good squirt when you get me there.”  Indeed, they were hard to make out in all that glistening, pink flesh.

“And now,” she said, putting more weight on her left arm and reaching down between her legs with the other.  Her fingers prod and pinch the protruding point of her spade until a sudden spasm jolts her, causing her pussy to tense again, “Ah!  Yeah, there it is,” she said, rubbing her finger at a spot between the point of her spade and her urethra, “my clit.”

She removed her finger to let you see for yourself.  There didn’t seem to be anything there.

“Unlike a human, a fox’s clitorus is pretty insubstantial.  It’s really just a bundle of nerves along the inside of my pussy.  Not very sensitive, really.”  The only way it seemed to differ was the flesh in that area had a slight ripple to it and a slightly darker hue than the rest of her pussy.  “Good thing too, since...  Well…”

Her slit snaps closed as she pulls her rear away from your hands.  She turns over, supporting herself with one arm, and licks a couple of fingers on her free hand.

“A fox’s pussy is a lot like a tube,” she said, reaching down and curling her fingers up into her slit, working her fingers inside.  Her ears fold back as she digs into herself, her spade deforming to shape itself around those fingers, “or maybe a sock might be a better way to put it,” she revised, trying to move her palm out of the way so you can see how that protruding part of her pussy takes on the shape of the girth delving inside.

She huffs, fingering herself slowly, letting you watch her spade shift and distort around them, “when you’re inside me, my whole spade will be snug around your cock, and each thrust will have it stroking against EVERY bit of the pink flesh you saw in my slit before.  You’ll be stroking against my walls, you’ll be stroking against my urethra, and yes, stroking directly against my clit too.  So much direct stimulation; it’s no wonder it doesn’t have much to it...”

She lays back, relaxing, drawing her fingers slowly from her pussy.  “It’s harder to stimulate a human girl’s clit by thrusting into her.  Your balls may slap against it and a hard thrust might cause her whole mound to jiggle or something, but the best way to stimulate her clit directly is with a hand and a couple fingers.  Not so for a fox.”

Her fingers are, again, caressing either side of her spade, the slit gleaming, wet and ready, “the best way to get me off is, literally, to just fuck me.  Just pound your shaft around in me and it’ll inevitably hit everything it needs to hit in there.  No need to worry about what those hands should be doing.”

She sits up, smirking, “You can use those arms and hands for something else; wrapped around me, pulling me back maybe…  Or running up and down my stomach, squeezing a nipple…  Or stroking my cheek, maybe letting me suck on your fingertips as you take me…”

Her legs squeeze together and her hand mashes up against her spade, “Nff…  S-so…”

Looking almost in pain, she turns over and presents her pussy to you again, a little bead of vixen honey forming at the tip of her sex and her raised tail flagging over her back, invitingly, “how about a more practical demonstration…?”