Part 4
 
 
 
One thing truck stops are good at is having what you need, or at least something you can substitute for what you need, in their oversized, overstuffed, and overpriced convenience stores.  I was pleased to find that there was a shelf with pet products on it, less so with how much dust was on everything.  It likely had been stocked years ago and hadn’t been thought of since.  Still, I did find a bottle of flea shampoo and a few other items I could use.  
 
I walked back to the RV carrying several bags.  Faye was at one of the windows with her head through the curtain watching the trucks rumble by.  It worried me that she would be seen, but hopefully she looked enough like a dog that most people wouldn’t think much of it.  She spotted me and her ears perked up before disappearing behind the curtain.  
 
“I’m back, Faye.”  I entered, hung my vest on a hook and kicked off my shoes.  The little vixen was under the table, eyeing me with interest.  After a thought, I fished the revolver out of the vest pocket, swung out the cylinder to empty the shells and put the firearm on a high shelf.  I wasn’t used to having a guest so it made sense to make it safe.  I tossed the two spent shells in the garbage and pocketed the rest.  I plopped the bags on the table and she peeked over the edge at what I had brought.  
 
“If you’re gonna be in my home I can’t have you infesting the place,” I told her as I pulled out the bottle of shampoo.  It said it was for dogs, but it should kill fleas on little fox girls as well.  I looked down at her and she looked back with an unsure expression.  I had owned dogs before, and for all of them a bath was a herculean task.  Since I can’t imagine Faye had ever been given a bath, I was expecting the worst.  
 
“So how are we going to do this?” I asked and she cocked her head at me.  “If I had some type of tub I could fill it up and we could do it on the kitchen floor, but I don’t have a tub large enough for you.  I guess we’ll have to use the shower.  That’ll keep the mess in there but it will be crowded with both of us.”  I pulled out some other items I had purchased.  A brush, a toothbrush, a comb, some cotton swabs, and a pair of scissors that I hoped would be sharp enough if I needed it.  Faye eyed them all suspiciously.  
 
I piled all the items up on the bathroom shelf, removed my socks, and sat down on the toilet lid.  “Alright, let’s get started.”
 
“Faye, come in here,” I called her.  She poked her head around the door, decided she wasn’t interested and slunk off.  
 
“Faye!”  
 
I ended up having to chase her down.  Luckily the confines of the RV limited her hiding spots.  I coaxed her out from under the bed and carried her to the bathroom.  She squirmed, flailed and squealed with her tail tucked deeply between her legs, but I managed to get her into the bathroom and close the door.  When I put her on the floor she immediately tried to go back to her hiding spot behind the toilet, but I blocked her.  She cowered between my feet, shivering and panting loudly.  A trickle of pee escaped from her, but luckily she was right over the drain.  She gave me the most pitiful face ever.
 
“Don't look at me like that! I’m not trying to hurt you!” 
 
The bathroom was tiny.  It was designed to take up as small a footprint in the vehicle as possible.  The toilet, shower, and sink all shared the same space and it was typically easiest to use the shower wand while sitting on the toilet.  Since she was used to the wide open wild, I’m sure being in such a small space was terrifying for her, but if I left the door open she'd just run out.
 
“Come here, girl.”  I took her under the arms and tried to persuade her off the floor.  This would probably earn me a few bites from fleas, and if I wasn’t careful, a few from her, but I wanted to calm her down.  She growled and only came up as far as putting her arms on my leg with her head on top of them.  That would have to be good enough.
 
“If you don’t calm down I’ll have to tell you another sad story.”  I said to her as I picked at her hair and plucked out a stick.  She was practically made of dirt.  I spent the next few minutes pulling sticks, leaves, and other debris out of her hair.  I took one of her ears between my fingers and examined the evidence of mites I had noticed in her ear after realizing her flea infection.
 
“Let’s take care of this.”  I told her.  I took one of the cotton swabs and put a dab of baby oil on it.  I keep a bottle of oil in there for… personal reasons, but it should work for cleaning ears.  She grimaced and tried to pull away when she felt the cold swab in her ear.
 
“Shh, shh.”  I told her as I pressed her head back into my lap.  “Just relax.”  After some fuss she allowed me to stick the swab back in, snarling at the strange sensation that kept making her leg kick involuntarily.  
 
“See?  It feels good.”  I told her.  She didn’t argue with me on that point, and she kept her head in place when I switched to a new swab.  After a few minutes I had finished.  
 
“That’s looking better now.”  I told her.  “They didn’t have any drops for mites here, but we can pick some up tomorrow.  This should be good for today and make you feel more comfortable.”  I patted her on the head.  
 
Faye shook her head and flicked her ear.  She turned around the snug confines of the bathroom several times before sitting on the tile and scratching at the ear with one of her hind legs.  Shaking the ear one last time she turned back to me, put her arms on my lap and plopped her head back down.  Her eyes looked up at me.
 
“Oh, you want the other ear done now?”    
 
She tugged on her ear and whined.  
 
“There’s no mites in that ear.”  I told her.  “I already checked it.”
 
“Yip!” she insisted.
 
“Okay.”  
 
I spent several minutes cleaning the ear.  Even without mites it probably needed a good scrubbing anyway.  She kept her eyes closed and made a delighted humming noise, and every once in a while her leg would thump on the floor.  
 
“Now you have clean ears and dirty everything else.  At this rate we’ll be done by four in the morning.”  She looked at me with no comprehension, but appeared disappointed that we were finished with the ears.  
 
I picked up the shower wand.  “I’m going to show you how this works.”  I displayed it to her.  “This is the shower head.”  
 
She sniffed it and looked at me with a puzzled expression.
 
“Here you go,” I said, handing the wand to her. “See?  It’s not dangerous.”  
 
Faye took it in her paws and examined it, turning it over and then tugging on the hose.  She even tried to bite it before looking at me as if to say: “Okay… now what?”
 
“If you press this button here, the water comes out,” I explained, pointing to the button.  Before I could stop her she pushed the button. 
 
Faye gasped and sputtered as the spray hit her full force in the face.  She yelped and stumbled back, dropping the wand.  It fell into my lap and drenched me from the crotch down before I could grab it and switch it off.  Faye climbed on me, trying to get away from the wicked, water spewing thing.  She crawled up my sleeve and perched precariously on my shoulder, grasping two fistfulls of my hair to hang on.  She growled and snapped at the shower head before shaking the water from her fur. 
 
“Ow!  Ow!  Faye!”  I winced at her surprisingly firm grip on my hair.  I tried to grab her and pull her off, but she just clung even tighter.  I decided I had enough and slid open the door.  Faye bounced off my shoulder and bolted out.  
 
I sighed and stood up.  I had not thought this through very well.  My pants were heavy and my shirt was wet up to my beard.  I stepped out of the bathroom, dripping on the linoleum.  Faye was back under the table, shaking herself and spraying water all over.  I pulled my shirt off over my head and went into the bedroom, tossing the shirt into a small hamper.  I unfastened my belt and stripped my pants off.  Emptying the pockets and shaking them before they joined my shirt.  Then my underwear went in. I opened a drawer, looking for my swimming trunks.  If I was going to get wet I should dress for it.  I hadn’t worn them in a while so I had to search several drawers.  Eventually bending over to check the bottom one.  
 
I felt a cold, wet nose touch my backside and straightened up in surprise.  I whirled around, startling Faye, and she bounced back from me.  Her big, dark eyes regarding me with caution.  She looked at my crotch then at my face, then back to my crotch.  Her paw went to her own groin and she rubbed herself.  She let out a soft whine as she approached me again, crawling on all fours.  Her ears low and her nose forward.  
 
“No, Faye.”
 
The vixen’s ears went up and she cocked her head at me.  She let out an insistent squeal. 
 
“No!”  I said firmly.
 
She frowned and paced in front of me as she eyed my penis.  I put my hands over it to cover up, but she pressed in on me, nosing at my fingers.  
 
“Faye, stop it!”  I insisted, ducking back from her.  She blinked at me, circling several times before squatting at my feet.  She growled softly and reached her paws for my hands, trying to pull them away.  
 
“Have you done this before?”  I asked her, refusing to let her pry my hands from my junk.  
 
Faye whined in frustration and licked my fingers.  She put a paw between her legs and rubbed herself, confused as to why I was doing this wrong.   This was not necessarily her first heat, I realized.  She knows what is supposed to happen.  Faye circled again and growled.  This time presenting her raised rump to me, her tail held high.  Underneath her swollen, spade vagina glistened, a drop of red dangled before falling onto the floor.  
 
“I’m not your mate, Faye.”  My body, however, was not entirely convinced of that assertion.  I was starting to have trouble keeping my rising penis hidden from her.  “I just want to get you cleaned up.”
 
Faye flopped down on the floor, rolling onto her back.  She exposed herself and put a paw between her legs, tracing fingers on the rim of her vulva before squeezing it.  Her legs trembled slightly.  
 
“Even if I wanted to, I haven’t done it in… well, a damn long time!”  I tried reasoning with her.  “I don’t even own any condoms!”  
 
The fox only gave me a needy expression before a different itch hit.  She squatted on the floor and scratched her neck furiously with a hind leg.  
 
Realizing that I could use this, I backed out of the bedroom.  Faye sat up attentively before following.  When I stepped into the bathroom she paused, eyeing me from outside the door.  
 
“If you want it, you have to come and get it.”  I told her as I sat on the toilet lid.  
 
She let out a despondent moan and refused to enter.  I turned on the shower and put it over my head, letting the water run down my body.  I probably could use a shower.  Living alone I tend to skip a few days unless I desperately need it.  Nobody was ever around to offend and it saved on water.  I lathered up some of the flea shampoo on my head and beard.  It wasn’t made for humans and smelled a bit odd, like citrus, but worked fine.  If it didn’t harm me it was probably safe for her too.  I wasn’t eager to get bit by fleas anyway.  
 
“See?”  I rinsed it off.  “It doesn’t hurt at all.”  
 
She was watching me while standing in the hall, clutching tightly onto the doorway.  I held out a hand to her but she shrunk away.  
 
“Not yet?” I said with disappointment.  I continued my shower, scrubbing myself down from head to toe while she observed.  I resisted the urge to hide anything I was doing from her, letting her get a good look and hoping to pique her interest in joining me.  It had been a long time since anyone had watched me shower or even seen me naked and I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious about it.  Not that I was in atrocious shape, but a bad back ensures you get a “dad bod” eventually.  Although as far as I could tell Faye didn’t seem to find me repulsive.  Possibly it was just a lack of prospects that made me attractive.
 
“You know... I’m going to start getting offended if you don’t want to risk a little water to be with me.”  I smiled.  “Am I really that bad?”  She whined in response and I held out my hand again, hoping to take hers.  She didn’t shrink away this time, but she misunderstood the gesture, pressing her head onto my palm. 
 
“There we go, pretty girl!”  I scratched the fur under her jaw.  “I promise you that you’re going to feel way better after I wash you up.”  
 
She finally decided to enter and took a cautious step over the threshold.  I guided her to stand between my knees, this time leaving the door open so she wouldn’t feel trapped.  She regarded me meekly before gently putting her paws on my chest.  She had slender fingers with fur, pads and claws that were so different from a human hand.  One of her paws dropped down onto my lap and she groped for what she wanted.
 
“Whoa, Faye,” I rebuked, pulling her paw away.  “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.  I don’t want to get distracted before I can get you clean.”  She made a guttural noise of irritation before pressing closer to me and licking my face, getting me square on the mouth.  Ugh!  Her breath was terrible!  
 
“Okay, let’s do something about that.”
 
Once she got over the initial confusion of what I was trying to do, brushing her teeth wasn’t as bad a chore as I had expected, although she did continuously swallow the toothpaste.  I didn’t think the small amount would hurt her, but I made a mental note to buy some that was safe to eat.  I used the opportunity to check for any issues in her mouth, noting that two of her adult teeth still looked like they hadn’t completely come in, but otherwise everything looked good to me.  At least as good as I thought everything should be.  She never winced or otherwise showed any pain to suggest she had any issues I should worry about.  Faye didn’t understand the rising part when I handed her a glass of water from the sink, only lapped up some and took a drink.  Then she licked my face again.  This time it was a wet and minty experience.
 
I picked up the wand keeping it low so it didn’t surprise her.  “I’ll go slowly.”  I assured her as I turned the spray on toward the floor.  Faye made a soft growl at it and clung tightly to my arm, but didn’t retreat from the bathroom.  She danced her feet trying to avoid the water, but eventually let me wet down her legs.  It ran off her and onto the floor a murky color.  She was absolutely filthy.  
 
“I hope there’s something left of you after I’m done.”
 
I worked my way up her body, getting to her chest, back and tail.  She was resistant to letting me wet down her hair, but eventually gave in. With her floof wet down she looked even more malnourished than before.  Thin and bony.  
 
"When we're finished with your shower I'll make you more food."  I told her as I ran a hand over her ribs, brushing my fingers over a row of tiny nipple nubs.  The severity of her condition was appalling.  I flinched as I felt her paw firmly grasp my crotch.  Faye pressed her wet fur against my chest and put a knee up onto my leg, trying to climb into my lap.  She was certainly hungry for something.  
 
"Although you are very frisky."  I took her shoulders to ease her back down.  "Maybe you're not starving and just naturally a bony little girl?"
 
The frustration of being continuously rebuked was too much for her.  She let out a loud yowl and dropped down to a crouch, gripping my cock with both paws and refusing to let go.