Diane Foxington was a truly beautiful and sexy vixen. Tall and lithe, with a slender hourglass figure, smooth, soft, glossy ginger fur, bright green eyes, and a long, bushy tail, she was a lovely sight. She wore a blue dress that revealed her slender shoulders, and high-lighted her well-developed figure very well. Her curvy hips swayed gracefully as she walked to her bathroom to get ready for bed.
Diane sighed contentedly. She had had a wonderful first official date with Wolf that evening. They had chatted happily, eaten a delicious dinner and even held hands. He had even agreed to stay at her house tonight, though he would sleep in a different room from her. A part of Diane wished he could've come to bed with her, but they weren't quite there yet.
After a small drink of water and giving her pet cat his dinner, Diane brushed her teeth.
But as she walked to her bedroom, Diane suddenly felt a slight itch at the nape of her neck. She stopped for a moment, scratched the itch with the claws on her petite left paw and it went away. She then resumed walking to her bed. But she hadn't taken more than five steps when suddenly she felt another slight itch; this time on her right arm. She scratched it, this time without stopping her walk, and the itch went away.
But just ten seconds later, Diane felt another itch on her left arm. Starting to feel annoyed, she scratched her left arm with her right paw. The itch went away, but almost immediately the nape of her neck starting itching again. Diane scratched it and the itch went away, but a few seconds later her thighs started itching.
"Grrr," Diane grit her teeth as she scratched her thighs hard until the itch went away. She waited for a long time, but she didn't start itching again. Relieved, she took off her dress, stripping down to her underwear: a black bra and panties. Then, she got into the bed. She snuggled her supple body against the soft, clean sheets, and prepared herself to fall asleep.
But just as Diane was about to close her eyes and fall into the depths of slumber, she started itching again. Not on her head, arms, shoulders or thigh, but on her breasts! "Ah!" She cried out in surprise as she sat up, reached into her bra with both paws and scratched both of her breasts rather viciously with her claws. The itch went away, but a few seconds later her butt started itching. Diane reached behind herself and scratched her butt, but as soon as the itch went away her breasts started itching again.
"What is wrong with me?!" Diane asked herself as she scratched her breasts again.
Then, Diane's back started itching. "Grrrr," she growled as she tried to reach her paw behind her back to scratch it, but she could not reach it. And her breasts were still itching too. Out of desperation, she reached behind her back, unclipped her bra and threw it away, exposing her entire upper body. Her perky, ginger-furred breasts bounced as they came free from their black prison. She then leaned her back against the wall and rubbed and rubbed herself against it. At the same time, she scratched her naked breasts with her clawed paws.
Finally, after over a minute of scratching, her back and boobs stopped itching. Diane sighed in relief.
But that sigh had barely left her lips when her butt started itching again. Growling in irritation, she scratched it, but a few seconds later, her pussy started itching. She put her hand down her panties and scratched her pussy too, but it and her butt kept itching.
"Curses!" Diane growled. She pulled down her black panties, exposing her pussy and her round, perky, orange-furred rear.
Diane Foxingten was now completely naked, her slim, supple, furry body exposed. She rolled about on the floor, scratching her breasts, then her pussy, then her butt, then her breasts again. She rubbed her back and her hips against the floor. She even pulled on her nipples and bit her own arm when they itched.
Finally, Diane could stand it no longer. "What is wrong with me?!" she screamed. Naked, frustrated and itching like mad, she rubbed and rubbed herself against the floor harder and harder, scratching and biting her arms and legs, pawing at her breasts, and then standing up to slap her own ass in anger.
Then, Diane felt something else; a strange crawling sensation on her arm. She looked very closely into her fur with her sharp green eyes, which then went wide at what she saw.
A tiny black insect was biting the skin under her fur!
"I've got fleas?!" Diane exclaimed. "Well, I'm not goanna take that without a fight!" She slapped her own arm, then her butt, then her breasts, trying to smash the fleas as they jumped from part to part of her nude body. She rubbed her back against the wall again. She scratched her belly, her breasts and her ears. She even lifted her hindtoe to scratch her ears like a dog or a cat would.
But no matter how hard she tried, Diane could not get the fleas. "Damn these fleas!" she screamed, pulling her own tail and then biting her arm again. "Grrraaargh!"
Suddenly, the door opened and Mr. Wolf came in. "Diane, are you…" he trailed off as he saw that Diane was naked.
Diane let out an embarrassed squeak and she swiftly covered her boobs with her paws, only to start scratching herself again when the fleas started biting her again.
"What's wrong, Diane?" asked Wolf, rushing up to her.
Diane backed away. "Don't touch me, Wolf, I've got fleas!"
Wolf hesitated, but reluctantly kept his distance. "How long have you had them?" he asked with genuine concern.
"I don't know," Diane admitted. "Since this evening?" Those words were hardly out of her mouth when she felt her naked boobs itching again and she scratched them vigorously. "AH! Curse these fleas!" she snarled. She got down on all fours and lifted her hindfoot to scratch her waist, neck and shoulders like the itchy animal she was.
Wolf's eyes widened as he watched Diane viciously scratch her sides like a dog. He had never seen her stark naked before. He had fantasized about it, even dreamed of it. And yet, he had never thought the first time he would ever see her fully nude would be under these embarrassing… and funny circumstances.
Diane noticed Wolf's staring. "Don't just stand there, Wolf, do something!" she snapped.
The wheels in Wolf's head began turning. What could he do to help Diane? "Stay here Diane, I'll be back soon!" he said, running out of the room.
"Wolf!" Diane cried, but she couldn't get another word out as the itchiness intensified again, forcing her to rub her back against the floor again. When she could no longer do that, she resumed scratching her sides and her ears like a dog. When the itchiness returned to her breasts, she grabbed them in her own paws and pinched them hard. Then, she felt the itchiness spread to her tail. "GGGGRRRAAGH!" Diane screamed, and she sank her teeth into her own tail. She barely noticed the pain; she just wanted to get rid of the fleas.
For several minutes, Diane rolled and thrashed about, rubbing herself against the walls and floor, scratching her bare body with her hands and hindlegs. She even stretched her neck so far and bit her lower back in utter frustration. Then, her boobs started itching again, more intensely than ever before. Growling and moaning, Diane again scratched her boobs with her claws, this time scratching her under-boobs, and then pushing her boobs up so that she could bend her neck down, stretch her head down and bite her upper-boobs! She licked and nibbled her own nipples, twisting her own breasts in her clawed paws, but she did not care. The itching was unbearable!
Finally, Wolf returned. "Come to the bathroom, Diane, please!"
"Why?" asked Diane.
"Just come with me!" Wolf insisted.
Still scratching the nape of her neck, Diane followed Wolf to the bath room.