Hinata, completely naked, held her fox tail close, the soft fur warm against her skin like a lover's touch. She giggled, letting it curl around her wrist before brushing it over her bare thigh, the tip teasing the sensitive crease and sending a shiver through her.
Her C-cups heaved with the laugh, nipples flushed and pebbled, catching the fluorescent light. Below, her firm, rounded ass quivered, heat radiating from her cleft, a slick trail glistening down her inner thigh. Her lips flushed and swollen, parting to reveal the glistening inner folds, clit swollen and peeking, scent filling the stall like forbidden nectar.
Eyes flicking to Sabrina, Hinata's glinting gaze met that sly, fox-sharp grin. "This tail… It started as a silly clip-on… y'know, the kind you pin to your panties. But I wore it everywhere… like, literally everywhere… and one day, it magically fused to the top of my butt and became part of me."
Her fingers danced along the tip of the tail, teasing it with slow strokes, the fur quivering under her touch, rippling down to her core. Her thighs trembled as it brushed higher, nipping at her exposed skin, making her gasp and whimper, daring Sabrina to watch. She said, "And the funniest part… it listens to me sometimes, but most of the time… it does whatever it wants. Just like me, don't you think?"
Breath caught, cat eyes darkening with raw hunger, Sabrina circled Hinata like a predator savouring her prey. Pausing behind her, she devoured the bare curves—the firm, rounded cheeks of Hinata's ass quivering with every shiver, flushed pink from the air, dimpling where claws grazed, heat radiating from the cleft, a slick trail glistening down the inner thigh. Lips swollen and parted, clit peeking, the musky, sweet foxfire scent pulled her closer.
Attention drifted to the tail's base—the fluffy fur emerging from the small of Hinata's back, pulsing and throbbing with a life of its own. The faint fusion seam shimmered with every movement, and Sabrina's core clenched in envy, tail lashing as fingers grazed the warm, quivering fur.
Eyes then traced the heave of Hinata's tits, following the swell with insatiable hunger. The fox girl's daring gaze met hers, making Sabrina's core tighten, the exposed curves calling her closer. Low, breathless moans rippled from Hinata's chest, nipples tightening, thighs trembling open, need spilling with every hitch of her breath.
Attention shifted back to the tail's base, pulsing fur sliding between the parted thighs. The tip curled and dipped into slick folds, pumping slow and rhythmic like a living dildo, fur dragging across swollen lips with each thrust. Sparks shot through Hinata's hips, moans spilling louder, flooding Sabrina's core with envy and want.
Hinata's eyes widened in panic, a moan choking to a gasp as the realisation hit—the tail inside her, pumping unbidden, fur dragging sting-sweet against her walls, zapping sparks that made her clench harder, heat flooding low in a gush that dripped fresh down her thighs. She shifted, thighs clenching to pull it free, the motion rippling shivers that made her breasts bounce, nipples stinging harder under the air, and ass quivering exposed as the tail slipped free with a wet pop, slick coating the fur like glitter.
"I... I didn't know it was doing that... it just takes over sometimes," she stammered, cheeks burning, curling slightly, arms crossing over her chest, thighs pressing together, tail curling tight around her leg, slick trailing down her inner thigh, eyes flicking to Sabrina, core clenching empty in need.
Fingers brushed the tail's slick fur, warm and sticky like her own nectar, musk making Hinata flush deeper. She tugged it closer, wiping the goo on her thigh with a trembling stroke, sparks zapping low, breath hitching into a giggle that broke her panic. "Bad tail," she scolded with a playful slap.
A low, predatory hum rose as Sabrina stepped closer—slow, deliberate—leather skirt whispering with each stride. Golden eyes glowed in the dim light, pupils slitted like a cat's in heat. "Your tail has a mind of its own… just like my claws," she murmured, reaching out—not for Hinata's body, but for the tail itself.
Fingers traced the damp fur where it had just been inside her, slow and teasing. "All warm… all slick… all used." A low growl rumbled in her throat. "I wonder… does it taste as good as it looks?"
A sharp intake of breath shivered through Hinata as Sabrina sank to one knee—not to worship her pussy—but to bring her mouth level with that mischievous appendage.
Her breath hitched.
Sabrina flicked out her tongue—long, pink, and pointed—and licked the full length of the fur-covered shaft, from base to tip, tasting every trace of fox girl nectar still clinging there. "Mmm… Foxfire," she murmured against wet fur. "You are sweet."
Her lips curled into a wicked smirk as she looked up at Hinata through thick lashes—the girl trembling above her naked save for glittering tears on trembling thighs and embarrassment painted across flushed cheeks.
"But I bet you taste even better at the source."
And then—
Before Hinata could react—
Sabrina's clawed hand shot forward—not to strike, but parting slick folds with two fingers like scissors cutting through silk curtains.
A sharp cry tore from Hinata's lips at the sudden exposure—the air brushing swollen nerves already throbbing from ghost strokes of self-pleasure, driven by instinct rather than will.
"You're so ready…" Sabrina breathed between them, both kneeling now before desire so raw even time seemed stunned silent, broken only by moisture dripping onto the tile below—droplets echoing like forbidden clocks ticking down seconds 'til surrender.
Then softness returned.
—Gentler—
—Slower.—
Forehead resting against Hinata's inner thigh, Sabrina chose comfort over conquest, lingering in the heat of the moment instead of plunging deeper. "...Do you want me to stop?" She whispered softly into her ear.