I huffed and puffed, nearly tripping over my own feet, as the fox woman bolted ahead. Every time she stumbled or flailed, her skirt bounced and her tail whipped around in the most absurdly distracting way possible.
"…God, this is insane," I muttered, clutching my stomach. "It's… my first time… ever… getting this hard just from someone falling over repeatedly."
She tripped again—over a low branch this time—and rolled forward, hair flying into her face. I barely managed to grab her arm before she slid further down the slope. My hands finally got a proper grip around her shoulders as she froze under me.
Her eyes went wide, pupils dilated. Every instinct told me she expected… something. And yeah… I was painfully aware that my cock was pressed against her belly button. My face went bright red.
I stammered, trying to sound calm. "Uh… I just… I just need directions… to the village. Can you… help me?"
Her emerald-green eyes narrowed slightly, and she let out a tiny frustrated huff. "…W-why aren't you doing anything?" she stammered, her voice trembling slightly. "Aren't you… disappointed?"
I blinked. "…Disappointed? In… you?"
She looked at me with a weird mixture of embarrassment and… disappointment. "…Y-You… you're not… disappointed in my… old body?" Her cheeks flushed bright red, tail curling nervously under her.
"…Uh… I—no?" I stuttered, trying to think fast. "…I'm not disappointed at all!" My cock twitched involuntarily, reminding me exactly how very not disappointed I actually was.
She froze, blinked at me a few times, then looked even more flustered. "…H-Huh… strange…" she muttered, almost whispering. Her ears drooped slightly, tail flicking nervously. "…I thought… I thought you'd… react…"
I swallowed hard. "…Well, you're… kind of… distracting, I guess, but… I really just… need directions, okay?" My hands stayed firmly on her shoulders, but I tried to make my voice as normal as possible while my cock pressed insistently against her stomach.
Her lips parted slightly, eyes wide, and she gave a tiny, flustered sigh. "…You… really… aren't… disappointed… at all?"
"…Nope," I admitted, voice cracking a little. "…You're… fine. You're… uh… gorgeous, actually."
She blinked, looking somewhere between mortified and oddly disappointed. "…Strange…" she muttered again, shaking her head. "I thought… I'd be… disappointed… or… I don't know…"
I groaned quietly under my breath. "…Valentine's Day, you really outdid yourself. First, dumped… now… nearly ruined by a klutzy, shy, horny fox Milf."
I helped her to her feet, careful not to press too much against her body, though I was painfully aware of every curve under my hands. She stumbled slightly—classic klutz—and I caught her again, gritting my teeth at how unfairly distracting this was.
She rubbed the back of her neck nervously, ears drooping. "…I-I… I'll… I'll bring you… to my village," she stammered, tail flicking nervously. "…S-Sorry… it's not festival time, so… humans are… rare here…"
I blinked at her, trying to keep my voice steady even though my cock had other ideas. "Uh… okay… sure… I'd… appreciate that." My throat went dry. "…Humans are rare, huh? Guess that explains why… you're so… uh… cautious."
She glanced down at the black slab in my hand—my phone—and tilted her head, ears twitching. "…W-What… is that?" she asked timidly, her voice a quiet whisper. "…It… it looks like… black glass…"
I shrugged, trying to sound casual. "…It's… something important to me," I said, keeping my tone neutral.
Her eyes flicked back up to me, tail curling slightly. "…O-Okay…" She didn't push it, but she kept sneaking glances at the black slab, curiosity clear in her wide, emerald-green eyes.
She blushed faintly and gave a small nod, walking a few steps ahead. I followed, trying to focus on the path instead of… everything else. Every sway of her tail, every bounce of her hips, made it a herculean task to keep my mind clean.
Then my phone buzzed again—loud this time, like it was mocking me. I glanced down, and a notification popped up:
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•[Entity Detected: Female Foxkin]•
Age: 35
Bust: 106 cm
Personality: Submissive
Special Traits: Klutz/Obsessive/???
Danger Level: Moderate
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I blinked at the notification, phone buzzing in my hand like it had a mind of its own. My eyes flicked to her, and she was walking a few steps ahead, ears twitching nervously, tail flicking with every small stumble.
"…Okay, universe… calm down," I muttered under my breath, trying to focus on the path instead of the way her hips swayed or how her klutzy movements were making my cock ache.
She stumbled on a low root, flailing slightly before I caught her, pressing her back gently against me to steady her. "…Damn it," I muttered under my breath, my cock twitching painfully. "…Valentine's Day, you really outdid yourself…"
She looked mortified, ears drooping, tail curling around her legs. "…S-Sorry… so sorry…" she stammered, fumbling to regain her footing. Her face flushed bright red, and I felt my resolve crumble just a little.
I shook my head, muttering quietly to myself, "…First dumped… then nearly ruined by a klutzy, shy, horny fox Milf…" My hands stayed on her shoulders, holding her steady, while my brain silently screamed at me to focus.
The forest around us was quiet, just the soft sounds of her careful steps, the occasional stumble, and the relentless buzzing of my secret black slab—reminding me that whatever it showed was mine alone, and no one else had any idea.
Every time she tripped or wobbled, my cock throbbed painfully against her back, and I silently cursed the forest, the day, and her utterly distracting, ridiculously klutzy ass.
I took a deep breath and muttered, "…Alright… just to the village… that's all. Keep it together, Adrian. Keep it together…"
Her tail flicked nervously as she padded ahead again, each sway of her hips and bounce of her skirt making it painfully clear just how much trouble this "escort to the village" was going to be…