Fox awoke to the sounds of voices. He was laying down, face up, his head on something wonderfully soft and both firm and yielding. There was an arm draped across his chest and someone was petting his hair. When he opened his eyes the first thing he saw was the underside of a large bosom, clothed in a robe, blocking his view. He noticed, belatedly, that the fur of the arm was blue.
After peering around Fox understood he was in the living room of his home. The voices were coming from the television, which was playing an episode of a romance watched regularly by a certain occupant of his home. The occupant whose lap he was currently settled in.
"Ah, you're awake," said Krystal. She leaned forward in her seat to peer down at him, smiling kindly. "Foxy, you fell asleep on the couch again. Did you run yourself ragged with work again last night?"
"Logistics," said Fox. He smiled. "Hiya, Krystal. You're a lovely sight to wake up too."
Krystal winked at him. "Flatterer," she cooed. She leaned back on the sofa and started watching TV again. "I figured I would get you comfortable when I woke up this morning."
"Aw, thank you," said Fox. He got up, or rather, he tried to. Krystal pressed down on his chest, and he stayed put.
"Ah, ah, ah," said Krystal, wagging a claw at him. "You're staying right there."
"Hm?"
"After some trying work like that, I think you need to relax," she said. "So, until further notice, you're staying right there."
Fox eyed the TV. "How long is this episode?"
"It's part of a morning marathon," said Krystal.
"Oh," said Fox, feigning a long-suffering sigh. "The horror."
"Hush," said Krystal, putting a claw to his lips. "You can nap again, if you'd like."
Fox sighed again, though this sigh was a contented one. Being in Krystal's lap was heavenly; it was one of his favorite places in the world, and Krystal liked to put him there often. He let his mind go blank, a comfortable sort of blank. The hum of the TV made for comfortable background noise. The comfy atmosphere of his home on a lovely morning added to the good vibes. Then there was the view he had, staring upwards.
Krystal scritched his forehead. "Enjoying the sights?"
"Yes," said Fox.
A warm chuckle.
Krystal began to fondle him innocently; she rubbed his hair, stroked his chin, tapped on his stomach, and just let her paws wonder. They were like that with each other, just letting one another feel and touch their bodies. In some ways it was the sweetest thing to Fox that Krystal was fondling him even while her attention was elsewhere, like her paws couldn't help feeling him, like there was a subconscious need to touch him. Like it was the most natural thing.
Idly, he started watching Krystal's show. It was a typical romance, the sort she loved. Krystal had such a sweet tooth for fluff, which wasn't surprising to Fox. Krystal was sweet on him, and Fox couldn't help but wonder if the vixen got some romantic ideas from the shows she watched.
"I do," said Krystal.
Well, that answered that.
The main couple on the show we're exchanging the sweet nothings couples do, making kissy-faces all the while. Again, quite familiar.
"Yuck," said Fox. A claw tickled him under the chin and he chuckled.
"Hush," said Krystal. "These are the best parts."
Then it got better. The woman—a rather voluptuous vixen—wrenched the man—a dog—into a breathtaking kiss. The guy wasn't remotely prepared, and he melted into her arms. He was getting his shoes kissed off.
Well, wasn't that something?
"Hmm…" said Krystal.
Fox looked up, a questioning look on his face. It occurred to him that it was very tactically advantageous for Krystal that her breasts were obscuring his view of her face.
"Pardon me, Foxy," she said.
Fox had just enough time to figure out what was about to happen, when Krystal pulled him up in her arms and kissed him full on the lips. It was a deep kiss, and she was fully in the lead. Fox's eyes rolled upward in pleasure and his toes curled, and a moan escaped him. When Krystal released him there was a pop and a "mwah" from the vixen. Fox fell right back into her lap again, dazed and breathing heavily.
Krystal resumed idly petting him.
"I order you," said Fox, grinning, "to keep watching these shows."
"Aye aye, captain," said Krystal. She chuckled warmly, and booped his noise.
