Chapter 1 - Good morning Vixy

With a cute yawn, the vixen stirred awake from her slumber. Eyes still closed, she chewed softly on her pillow, not yet wanting to wake up. Alas, the harsh sunlight coming from between the curtains was shining right on her muzzle, making it hard to ignore. with a discontent murr, she rolled over, trying to avoid the sun... followed by a loud squeak as she toppled right over the edge of the bed. With a whine, she rubbed her sore rear, tail curling around her leg as she finally got up properly. There was no alarm on the nightstand, no clock on the wall to indicate the time, just the light coming from behind the window and the chirping of birds to indicate it had finally gotten time to wake up. 

Still a bit sleepy, she dragged herself over to the closet. squinting her eyes, she pondered what to wear today. 'fuck it, i don't have to go out today, she thought to herself'. she briefly lapped her paws and brought them up, rubbing them over her muzzle to smoothe out her snowy white fur. Looking down, she put both paws briefly on her heavy bosom, giving it a firm squeeze, and then puffing it up like the pillows they are. She nodded to herself and then scurried off downstairs. About halfway the stairs she paused as her nose caught an interesting scent. 'Pancakes? Pancakes!' her nose held high, she followed the warm sweet scent down to the kitchen, where Ceara was busying herself with the stove, a bowl of batter next to her, and a stack of pancakes already on the table. The woman turned and smiled at the foxgirl, "Good morning Vixy", she said, her voice a gentle melody, almost as sweet as the pancakes.

Her tail wagging, Vixy quickly hurried to the table, where sugar and syrup were already present. "Good meowrning Lady Cea" she cood back. "Pancakes pancakes?" Ceara laughed and picked up the first platter of pancakes, hips swaying gently as she brought them over to her wife. "Yes yes, pancakes." she replied with a small smirk. With a soft squee the fox girl reaches for the syrup, giving the pancakes a generous drizzling. She rolled up her first pancake, and took a big bite. A small droplet of syrup ran down her cheek from the greedy bite. Ceara, back at the pancakes, clicked her tongue and warned, without even having to look back to see the mess unfold, "You're going to make yourself a mess if you eat that fast, dear". Unconcerned with the mess, Vixy kept merrily eating her breakfast with big, syrupy bites.

Ceara returned to the table with the second stack of pancakes, and just shook her head seeing the vixen make such a mess from her face. "Who do you think will need to clean that up, hmmm?". Vixy briefly looked up from her pancakes, a curious look on her face, and then responded with a chipper, "You!". Leaning over the table, she gave her wife a loving, syrupy lick. Quickly, the ravenhaired woman responded with a lick of her own, drawing some of the syrup from her wife's fur. In seconds, the two women were having a merry licking contest, sticky syrup going all over both their faces, making Ceara end up more of a mess than her wife was at the beginning. Laughter and giggles filled the kitchen as both women continued their breakfast, intermittedly kissing and eating.

After breakfast (And a very elaborate cleaning session, involving many more kisses and licks), The pair settled down in the living room, on the large sofa. As per usual, Ceara sat down first, then patted her lap, after which vixy happily wiggled her rear and with a small hop, got herself in Ceara's lap. Now she was comfortably curled up in her wife's arms, a happy purring ball of white fur. Ceara smiled softly, and combed her fingers through Vixy's fur, giving her gentle scratches in her neck, making the foxgirl purr softly. Her hand drifted further down, cupping around Vixy's rear, the side of her hand touching the base of her tail. In response, the fox girl in her lap curiously lifted her tail. A naughty smile played on the other woman's face, fingers teasingly rubbing at the underside of the vixen's tail. 
Closing her eyes, the fox girl parted her lips just a little, a cute mewl slipping from her lips, her thighs spreading a bit wider open, a faint scent starting to seep out from her folds. Hugging her precious fox a bit tighter with one arm, Ceara used her other hand to lovingly cup over her wife's sex, which had a cute moan and a nip at her thigh as a response. Vixy's teeth eased up quickly however, as she felt her wife's fingers ease open her petals, the rosey skin and surrounding fur dewy with her honey.
Wordlessly she continued her tender exploration of her wife's intimate parts, her fingers delving deeper inside Vixy's heat. The only noises in the room were the soft 'shlk'ing of fingers intermingled with tiny horny whimpers. Her tail obediently curled more upwards, almost flattening on her back, giving small shakes every time her wife's fingers disappeared down her honeypot again. Ceara then gave her wife a playful swat, which made the cute fox squeak and tighten around her fingers, a small spurt of honey escaping from the finger-filled opening. 

"ready for a third finger, vixy?" she whispered, looking down at the fox girl's head. With a tiny moan, the snowy fox girl nodded her head eagerly, her toes curling a bit. By now, a small river had formed, honey trailing down from her pussy onto Ceara's thigh. With her middle finger, she scooped up some of the honey, and seductively brought it to her mouth, in full view of her foxy wife, who's ears tinted a soft shade of pink as the other woman licked off her fingers with a soft, "mmmmmmm...". she then returned her hand down to the rear end of her vixen, three fingers now poised against Vixy's warm opening. After a little bit of teasing up and down, the fingers slid in easily, almost embarassingly so with how wet and prepared the fox girl's pussy had become. Still, the extra finger was noticeable, especially when Ceara curled all three inside her quivering sex. Vixy helplessly clawed at the sofa while her pussy seemingly gasped for breath around Ceara's probing, teasing fingers.

"Oh? i think i hit a sweet spot there..." Ceara said with a small grin. slowly, she drew her fingers up and down that especially sensitive spot buried deep inside Vixy's pussy. In immediate response, the fox girl whimpered loudly and squeezed her thighs, her folds flooding with honey.  Even the closing of her thighs would save her from the incessant teasing though, and just a few intense rubs and pushes later, her entire lower body shook, a fine mist of female juices spraying from her finger-filled hole, her tail standing tense with her release. Vixy let out a lewd mewl, thighs spreading and rear pushing back against the intruding fingers as small squirts of clear honey kept splattering softly out of her nethers, a deep blush decorating the utterly pleasured vixen. 

"Good giiiirl..." her wife praised, her hand tenderly petting Vixy's head. she then brought her still soaked hand from between the girl's legs, up to her head, and Vixy immediately got to cleaning off her sticky results. Soft suckles and laps could be heard as her tongue and lips thoroughly cleaned off the honey from Ceara's fingers. after her cleaning duties, she slumped happily in Ceara's lap, a blissful smile on her muzzle. "mrrrr i wuv you Lady Cea..." Vixy cood, her head tucking securely against her wife's tummy. Bumping against the underside of Ceara's shirt, she tried nudging her head under it, making the other woman look down curiously. "What are you looking for down there?" she asked, as the silly fox girl finally had managed to push her head underneath her shirt, making for an awkward bulge against her tummy. "mrrr, belly warm, belly good..." was the only response coming from underneath her shirt.

Ceara laughed and gently petted the fox girl's head hidden underneath her clothes, which was met with a gently purr and soft kisses around her bellybutton. The white fox tail wagged slowly, smearing a bit of her previous juices out over the couch. Ceara grinned and gave that wagging tail another swat, right near the girl's rear, which had a muffled squeak as a result. She then wrapped both arms around the vixen's body, holding her securely, while vixy rested her head against her wife's tummy, still hidden away under the shirt. 

She loved listening to Lady Cea's heartbeat...