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If you liked F-change, you'll probably like this this little story I did. Strangely enough, what started out as an exploration into what being a taur might be like ended up including a good deal of petting and brushing; another thing I wanted to read more about. If you know about any other works that heavily feature petting and brushing, I'd love to find them.

I am a little disapointed that the plot ended up being a little weaker than I'd wanted. It's there, and is more or less what I set out to do, but is not nearly as powerful as I wanted. Hopefully you (the reader) might still find some of the things I wanted to try and say with this one interesting. Otherwise, enjoy the yiff. That's in there too. Ended up feeling like that's all I did with this...

Oh, I'm really torn between using F/F and F/solo to describe one of the scenes in this. Technically, it does involve two females. But all the focus is on one of them only. The other doesn't even get pleasured or anything.

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Four Legs

The sun is out and shining on a cool September morning, bringing some relief from the slowing falling autumn temperatures. Two silver fox sisters make their daily commute along the sidewalk to high school, chatting with each other as they usually do every day.

"I don't know why you just don't let mom drive you to school Jessica," the silverish gray fox morph in black knee length pants and a blue tee shirt said as she strode next to her older sister. "Instead of having to walk twenty minutes to school, we could be there in less than half. That's another ten minutes to sleep in, or eat breakfast, or get dressed."

The similarly coated, but slightly darker furred vixen shook her head. "I don't want to have to ride in the back of the van like that. It's so embarrassing to be treated like an animal or a piece of cargo," Jessica sighed as the pair turn the corner, nearly to their destination. "Why did I have to be born this way? It's not fair."

Emily reached a paw out and patted the other girl on the back. "It's not as bad as you're always making it out to be. You've got working arms and thumbs and everything. If anyone's got it bad, it's the ferals," she grinned. "They really are animals. At least in body. Still just as smart as you or I, but in four legged form."

Jessica turned to glare at her little sister. "Er, no offence Jess," Emily pulled her hand back. "I didn't mean to imply that having more than two legs was a bad thing. I always thought it would be kind of cool to be like you sometimes."

"No, it's not that cool. You should know as well as me that being a taur sucks," the five foot tall, four foot long silver foxtaur retorts. "All the things mom and dad had to do to provide for a freak like me growing up. Like special clothes, and having to wash my tail end for me, and that stupid mini-van. Ugh, I hate that ugly comfortable thing. I'm why we can't have a normal car like normal people."

"You're not a freak!" Emily hated it whenever anyone called her sister that. And hearing it from the fox's mouth made her feel all the worse about it. "It's not your fault that you were born a taur. It's nobody's fault, don't beat yourself up over it. Plenty of successful people were taurs like you."

It was going to be another long day, and Jessica knew it. Getting upset at her uncommon genetic condition this early in the morning usually meant trouble. The sisters made their way past other students still standing around outside the red bricked building and went inside. Emily held the door open for Jessica like usual, allowing the foxtaur's longer size to pass before going in herself.

Although these things were often done out of compassion and kindness, she didn't always appreciate getting special treatment that others wouldn't. It was almost as bad as the stares and pointing. Out of a school of more than 350 furs, less than three dozen were taurs or otherwise non-anthropomorphic. People like her stood out; not only because they were physically different, but because they only made up roughly fifteen to twenty percent of the population.

Most ferals went to their own classes to learn how to exist in a society where everyone else has the ability to open doors with next to no trouble. It wasn't uncommon for them to be live almost like large, highly intelligent pets and companions for some people. And it honestly wasn't a bad life to have either. They had the same rights, could think, read, and talk, and generally only had to deal with children thinking they were some kind of big talking doggie of sorts.

Taurs didn't generally get that kind of treatment. Sure, they got the same public attention that ferals did, but because there were still working hands at the ends of their arms they were capable of doing most anything that a normal person could. That is, if they could deal with taking up the same floor space that two or three others did.

"I'll see you after school Jess," the other silver fox waved farewell as she headed for her first class. Emily was a junior and her sister a senior. They generally didn't see much of each other during the day. Even their lunch periods were at different times.

"Yeah, I'll meet you out front at the usual spot later," Jessica turned to head to her locker, being careful not to walk into anyone with her tail end. Not that they always gave her the same courtesy. A day didn't go by that someone would run their paws along her lower back, either out of curiosity or to try and move around her. Every so often too, a brave or foolish anthro would try and jump over her like she was a hurdle on a track. Those people were the worst, she thought.

Classes went by as usual throughout the day, and the silver fox had even thought she'd gotten over the conversation that morning. World history was the last one, and an easy one for Jessica. She enjoyed spending a good deal of time reading alone, and non-fiction like that was simple. What wasn't enjoyable though, was having to sit on the hard ceramic tiled floor under the metal and wood desks.

And it was the same in every room. The taur would have to sit up front, off the one side or the other, normally with a bit of a gap between her and the person to her left or right. They'd leave her alone, and she would leave them alone. For years that's how things went. Nobody ever got to really know her as anyone other than the silver foxtaur.

It was the last few minutes of class, and Jessica was getting anxious to leave and go home. She hadn't noticed that her tail was sweeping across the floor, its white tip brushing up against someone's feet. Sticking one's tail out where someone could step on it was a lesson learned the hard way for most taurs, but sometimes they seemed to have a mind of their own contrary to logic or desire.

"Uh, Jessica," the brown cottontail rabbit morph stuttered, tensing his toes every time the big bushy tip tickled his legs. "Are you excited or something? You've been brushing your tail past me for a couple minutes now."

She quickly retracted her silver and black invasion of privacy to its rightful place alongside her leg as she sat, and turned her upper torso to face the buck. "Oh, sorry Alex. I didn't know I was doing that."

He smiled and scratched the base of one of his big straight ears. "It's no big deal. In fact it was actually kind of nice. Sometimes I wish that I had a tail that long too," Alex waggled his short stump though the opening in the back of the blue plastic chair, swishing past the white shirt and tan pants he was wearing.

"Yeah, I suppose having a big tail is sorta nice sometimes. But you don't have to worry about anyone stepping on or pulling yours though," Jessica replied.

"Maybe, but I still think it would be so much cooler to have one you can do things with," the fox caught notice of the short swift motions behind her classmate, apparently something so mundane held some sort of interest to the rabbit. "Can you do anything with yours with it all the way behind you Jessica? Or is it sorta out of reach, even being as long and fuzzy as it is?"

Jessica furrowed her brow. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I uh," a look of unease filled the rabbit's face as his tail came to a halt. "Uh, I mean... I was just curious about taurs a little. We're learning about their anatomy and stuff in biology class, and some of its kinda neat."

Before the annoyed foxtaur could respond to what she felt was another poking and prodding at her condition, the bell rang signaling the end of class; the end of the school day. Jessica just grabbed her books, sat up, and left the room with the other students. Alex felt too mortified to do more than just let her glare at him as she walked away. It was just an innocent question. I didn't think she'd get so upset at me over it...

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_ _ "Don't tell me you're still upset over this morning Jess," the familiar voice of another silver fox called out from her seat on the raised brick and marble ledge dividing the sidewalk from the school's front lawn. Emily slung her bag over her back and stood up to greet the irate looking girl walking her way.

"No."

The sisters start their usual journey together amongst the daily exodus, soon passing the rows of busses and lines of cars awaiting their own travelers and passengers. "Then what're you so angry about now? Did someone try sliding under you again or something?"

"No," Jessica had her arms folded across her chest as they walked, just under the single pair of small breasts on her torso. "Some stupid rabbit was making fun of me being like this. He wanted to know if I could reach my tail or something."

Emily grinned at her big sister's overreaction. "How do you know he was trying to make fun of you, and wasn't just asking for real? Did you tell him or just yell at him like you usually do?"

The foxtaur's groaning spoke her answer loud and clear. "You need to lighten up Jess. The whole world isn't out to get you because you're a little different. You're not the only girl out there with an extra set of legs or something."

"Yeah, but..."

"But nothing," Emily interrupts. The two of them cross the street after waiting for the light. "You're always getting so worked up over this. Being a taur isn't nearly as bad as you always make it to be. If you stopped acting like it was the source of all your problems then maybe you'll find out that it's not so horrible."

Jessica huffed at her sister's suggestion. "Easy for you to say; you're normal and nobody ever picks on you. Every day I've got jerks and assholes messing with me and my tail end. It's not fair."

"Did it ever occur to you that they might be doing those things because you get so mad from it?" The foxes could see their house down the road now, one of the typical two-story template homes that filled out most of the neighborhoods in the city. "Maybe if you started to own up to being a foxtaur and stopped crying over not being an anthro fox they'd stop."

Much like all the other near century old houses around there, Emily and Jessica's had a small front lawn and large wooden porch, an aspect missing from most newer constructions. They made their in and tossed their backpacks on the dining room table, to relax in front of the TV for a few hours. At least till their parents got home.

Unlike the other houses though, some adaptations and changes had to be made to accommodate the resident taur's unusual size. It wasn't so much different furnishings and special renovations as much as it was setup and layout of everything. Taur-specific items did exist however. After all, what kind of a businessman would you be if you just ignored an entire market of its own?

Rather, most taurs made due with things intended for normal anthros. They just had to be sure to give themselves enough space to work around them, which was why Jessica's families house had a seemingly empty look to it. The living room had little more than a couch, TV, bookstand, and coffee table. Jessica had to sit or lie on the floor once she got too big to fit on the couch after a number of years, as well as at the dinner table.

All the rest of the public rooms in the house, like the kitchen, hallways, and bathroom had to be open and clear enough for Jessica to be able to walk and turn around in. Or at the very least back out of; a rather frustrating and somewhat embarrassing maneuver to say the least.

But at no point did her family ever feel upset or angry about having to compromise like that. They all loved her and did all they could to help and make the taur feel welcome and appreciated, regardless of her minor genetic condition.

"So, are you going to try and not get so upset tomorrow if that hare talks to you again?" Emily plopped down on the brownish gray couch, turning on the television with the remote. "Maybe the boy really wanted to know. Would it kill you to tell him that you can in fact grab most of your tail, instead of immediately assuming he was trying to call you out for being a taur or something?"

Jessica laid herself down next to the end of the sofa, placing one forepaw on top of the other as she leaned an arm overtop the couch. "I... I guess I'll try," she groaned with a sigh.

The other silver fox smiled in response. "See? It's not so bad to just be nice to people. If you're lucky, maybe he could be your friend too. I know you don't really spend much time with anyone other than me."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jessica turned her head away from the TV and over to her sister, quickly scowling at her.

"What that means Jess," Emily replied, answering her irritation with a smug grin. "Is that you don't have any friends because you always drive people away, because the first thing you think when they try talking to you is that you're being attacked somehow."

The truth was always hard to swallow, and Jessica didn't like hearing it one bit either. "Look, all I'm saying is that things aren't as bad as you're making them out to be. Yeah, there are bullies and jerks who get off on picking on people, but they make up a small minority. I really don't think that ninety five percent of everybody is trying to pick on you. They're probably just curious or playful, but above all friendly."

The foxtaur let Emily continue on as she tried to just watch the television, occasionally nodding or affirming whatever was said. Jessica had heard enough today, and wanted to just get past it already. Be nicer and more friendly. Fine. Whatever. I'll try and not get angry. No guarantees though.

It might have been her sister's continued preaching, or it might have just been a more favorable conversation on their walk to school the next day, but Jessica wasn't feeling quite as bad as the previous day. She was trying to just let all of the pushing and petting in the hallways between classes go, gritting her teeth and clenching her fist instead of turning around and yelling. Fortunately, nobody decided to use her as a furry obstacle today, making her attempt at a more positive outlook just a little easier.

Jessica had another class with the rabbit during the day, but he only sat near her during history. Although they made eye contact in their shared algebra class, neither spoke a word to each other then. It was clear however, that both parties felt bad over yesterday. They weren't looking forward to the awkwardness of seeing each other again in a few more hours.

Alex was the first to arrive and be seated, watching the door for the big fox in dread. The mere minutes that passed felt like hours to the brown and white cottontail. He was almost considering asking the teacher if he could sit somewhere else, but there weren't any other free chairs in the room anywhere. The waiting and anxiety were almost worse than anything Alex could imagine up that she would do to him.

And then it happened. His large straight ears sank, he tensed up his clawed toes, and there was nothing more the rabbit wanted than to run and hide. Alex truly felt like a prey animal with no place to go.

Neither the fox or the hare could bare to look each other in the face as Jessica took her seat on the floor by her desk. And the tension, thick enough to cut with a knife, remained until the usual five or ten minutes at the end of the day when everybody was packing up to go home. With no work left, it was getting increasing difficult to continue to say nothing, despite the short glances the two were giving each other.

"Jes, Jessica?" Alex finally squeaked nervously. "I wanted to apologize for what I said yesterday. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings asking you things about your tail."

She looked over to answer the timid lapin, moaning apprehensively before speaking. "I guess I shouldn't have gotten so angry at you over nothing. Alright, look, I can reach my tail with my paws. At least the end of it while I'm just sitting down like this."

The taur reached around to demonstrate, grabbing at the change of fur color between the marbled silver and black and the white of her tip. "I sorry. Next time I'll try not to get so upset when someone tries talking to me."

"So you're not mad at me?"

Jessica let go of her tail, bringing back to the safe spot next to her hind leg. "No... I shouldn't have gotten mad at all. You were just asking a question."

The bell chimed for the last time of the day; the best time of the day for some people. "Really? You mean it?" Alex's ears perked back up again. "Can I talk to you some more tomorrow then? And you won't get angry? Because I wanted to learn more about taurs. I think there's something neat about having arms and legs like that."

Had Jessica not been trying to be more friendly and nice, she'd have let the rabbit have it for saying something like that. Instead, all she did was roll her eyes and shake her head while they grabbed up their books to head home. Alex waved goodbye to her as he walked out the door and into the crowded hall.

Emily wouldn't stop with the "I told you so's" all the way home, much to the chagrin of her sister. "I kept telling you that being kind to others was easy," the anthro vixen said, rifling though the refrigerator for a snack.

"It was one time. I can't see this being as big of a deal as you're making it out to be."

The irony, while lost on Jessica, was not lost on her younger sister. "Oh? And all your frustration and overreaction to everyone was completely different?" she laughed. "Now you're seeing how you look to everybody when you flip out for so much as getting touched back there. It's unnecessary, isn't it?"

She was right, for the most part. Sometimes you just have to get a taste of your own medicine to see how bitter it really was. "I think your first steps calls for some kind of a reward," Emily took another bite out of her apple. "Positive reinforcement and all that."

It wasn't something that Jessica would want to admit, but that actually did sound nice. She wondered what her sister had in mind. "So when was the last time you got a good brushing Jess? I'm sure you'd love a hand with that."

"Uh, a couple of weeks, I think. I do what I can every night, but I do appreciate your help with the rest."

"Let me finish this and we'll head upstairs then." Emily washed up and followed the foxtaur up to her room. There really wasn't any conflict over Jessica getting the larger of the two bedrooms, considering her condition and all. What did upset the taur at times though, was despite the size of the room there was little she could actually put in it. At least without having to fight her way around it all.

A queen sized bed with a very short frame, a desk with no chair, and a dresser were really all she had. And even the dresser was used mostly for storing things other than clothing. In her day to day life, Jessica rarely wore more than a button down shirt on her upper torso. Trying to put on any kind of pants was next to impossible alone, and there was no way a high school senior was going to ask for help getting dressed every day. Subsequently, society sort of gave taurs a pass for not wearing pants. Ferals too, although clothing did exist for them as well.

Jessica climbed up onto her bed and began unbuttoning her shirt while Emily grabbed up a pair of soft toothed brushes from the dresser. "So Jess, who's this rabbit that was so interested in you? Is he cute or anything?"

The foxtaur blushed though the black fur on her face as she started running the wooden handled brush over it gently, trying to hide her expression from the fox behind her. "I don't know. His name's Alex, and he's a brown and white rabbit; long straight ears, not lopped."

Emily grinned as she crouched over her sister and started on the back of her torso. She was teasing her sister both verbally and with the slow drawn out motions from her head all the way down to her back. "So some kind of cottontail then I guess?"

"Yeah, and he was saying his biology class was learning about taurs or something. And he was curious about me." Emily moved her way down and onto Jessica's lower body. Each stroke along the rarely touched places were bringing shivers to the skin and fur beneath them. The smaller fox didn't really have much interest in other girls, but seeing the reaction elicited from something so simple was why she really enjoyed helping out with more personal things.

"And what, he was hoping to get some firsthand info or something? Maybe stuff the teacher won't say?" Jessica shrugged and bent down to try and get her forepaws beneath her. "Like about your tail and stuff? I bet that rabbit would love to cuddle up with your big fluffy tail."

She was putty in her hands and Emily loved it. She could say whatever she wanted so long as the brush was working it's magic. Jessica was powerless to fight the sensations being wrought upon her. "What? I don't know about all that," the taur tried to argue. "I mean, he did say that it was so much bigger than his, and that it must be nice to have a tail that big; but I don't think that's what he meant."

Jessica had subconsciously been lifting up her hind legs to push herself into the brush harder as it passed over her back just before the tail. Between Emily running the wood and plastic tool and the short clawed fingertips of her other paw over and over though the soft dark fur along her back, she was deeply enjoying the sensual nature of their time together.

"Ah," the silver foxtaur groaned, feeling her sister just about pounce on her tail. "Don't skip over my belly now." Jessica had finished all she could do already, and had been reduced to going back over some of the more sensitive parts of her face and chest again.

Emily chuckled at her handiwork. "I haven't forgot. Roll over and I'll get it." She wasted no time lying over on her side, left fore and hind legs extended outward to maximize the exposed lower underbelly. Starting at the front and working her way back, the fox moved antagonizingly slow, almost bringing her prey to a crying whimper as twitched her legs in response.

Normally, anthropomorphic vixens had three pairs of breasts on their chests and bellies. For Jessica, those three were on her underside; in addition to the single, seemingly out of place set on her upper torso. In both ferals and taurs, their more "animalized" teats were generally small. Most never got much larger than a B-cup or so. Some larger species like bears get bigger, relatively speaking. But for the most part small and sensitive was the norm.

And that sensitivity was quite enjoyable for both foxes. Jessica, who was having a good time for obvious reasons; and Emily, who was getting off on her sister getting off. Reynard help whoever that girl takes as a mate.

"There, all done brushing." Emily ran her paw over Jessica's belly one last time. "Feeling better now?"

She lifted her head up and watched as the brushes got cleaned off and put away. "Yeah I guess, but can you help with one more thing? Please? You know I can't do it myself, and I really want to now."

Emily chuckled. "Alright, I guess I can. But you'll owe me later then, okay?"

Jessica nodded and flipped herself back up onto her paws, sitting down on the already messy blankets and sheets. Even with the euphoric feelings still tickling the foxtaur, her body nearly jumped with the anticipation of awaiting her sister's next touch when something slowly ran its way from mid way up her back down to where the fire was being kindled. Her silver and black marbled tail leapt out of the way to make room for the only thing that might douse that flame.

"Oh... why do you always have to tease me like that?" Jessica winced as Emily gently petted her paw down the growing heat that she could not reach on her own. "Please..."

The soft, almost cruel stroking continued on several more times as a second set of fingers drew themselves together over and over just above, right before her tail. When that other hand stopped and put its weight down unexpectedly, Jessica tried to turn her head to see why it stopped. A visual answer would've been no good with one's eyes closed quite firmly however.

The reason for the stopping of course, was to try and keep Jessica from inadvertently lifting her rear end up too and away from the anthro vixen who was sitting on the bed directly behind the taur with both legs straddling around her. Tensing up your entire body and temporarily cutting off eyesight would seem like quite the normal reaction to an entire paw forcing its way in into you up to the wrist quite swiftly; which is precisely the reaction she expected to happen.

"Trying to crush my paw are you?" Emily grinned as she felt the pressure clamping down on her. It was never easy to keep Jessica's hind end down on the bed when she started off so quickly like that, her body quivering at the sudden but not unwanted intrusion. "Maybe I get out of there before I lose circulation. Wouldn't want that to happen now would we?"

"No... No! Don't stop now, I'm sorry," the foxtaur tried to take more control over her own body and relax herself a little bit. Her grip, which never was much firmer than a good handshake to start with, eased up around her sister. "Keep going, please! I, I..."

"Need this?" The anthro began pulling herself out at the same antagonizing pace she did with the outside. Despite her attempts to ease off, the sensations of the now wet and matted fur tickling her on the inside were making it very difficult. By the time her fingers were visible again, Emily could hear Jessica almost whining at her now vacant space needing to be filled again.

And it was filled back up quite nicely alright. Emily balled up her fist and firmed it up as tightly as possible inside the foxtaur only after easily fighting her way back in. Jessica could feel the contour of every knuckle of her hand as it not only worked its way back and forth, but turned around and around as much as the wrist would allow.

Jessica braced her hands on the wooden head of her bed, trying to not lose control and fall over with the other fox smiling as she took complete dominance over her. It was the same power Emily wielded since the first time she started "helping" her sister out a few years ago.

New and unexplainable feelings and urges were starting to plague the taur. Ones that she could neither figure out or satiate. All that Jessica knew was that there was some unreachable itch that was driving her mad.

One night, she got the idea to try and do something about it by rubbing that itch over one of the top posts of the frame of her bed, hoping it might somehow help. Unfortunately though, taurs don't exactly have the kind of manual dexterity and control in their lower legs as they do in their upper hands. The slow and clumsy motions she could manage were a wonderful improvement over doing nothing, but by no means enough.

Out of sheer coincidence, Emily had heard that faint commotion though the door as she passed by in the hallway. Jessica hadn't heard the knocking, otherwise preoccupied and focusing on what was a very difficult act to perform. Although both girls were startled and shocked at what each other had witnessed, they eventually came to terms over it.

At first, the activity was incredibly embarrassing to even talk about, let alone do. Emily basically had to figure out what Jessica wanted through awkward body language. Events were quick and to the point, with almost no communication from either of them. Jess just wanted to be done with their dirty business as soon as possible, and Emily tried to look at it less of something sexual, and more of helping her sister with the whole taur thing.

As the months rolled on though, things didn't stay that dreadful. In fact, it soon became a sort of sibling bonding ritual. Something like this might have been viewed as extremely intimate to almost anyone else, but to those foxes it got to be as normal as going to school or watching TV. Once or more a week they'd meet up, usually in Jessica's room, and under one pretext or another get to the fun part.

"Ah!" Emily had straightened out her fingers, pulled her thumb out, and resumed her handiwork by using it to play with the foxtaur's clit; the rest of her paw helped give her rhythmical contractions something to grasp every few seconds.

By now the highly familiar odor of Jessica's scent had covered and soaked Emily's black furred paw, as well as the bed just below their action. It was a smell that the anthro didn't much care for, who would rather take in ones from the opposite sex. There was something... more alluring about it to her. Not that either of them really had ever gotten the full story yet, but it didn't stop their desires from time to time.

Jessica had managed to overpower the single arm keeping her hind legs pinned, and Emily had to stand up to be able to fully reach. She wouldn't be up for long however, that part signaled the foxtaur's climax. With her forepaws still on the bed, back end strutted fully in the air and dripping fluids quite liberally, Emily redoubled her efforts by resuming some of the lower back patting and scratching. "Almost done now, aren't you Jess?"

Heavy breathing and light moaning were her only responses. The younger fox chuckled when she felt the end come; very quick throbbing and pulsing trying to suck her paw in while the rest of Jessica's body shuddered in sequence. Emily kept up the girl's ecstasy as long as possible, continuing to rub vigorously at the ruby red nub with her thumb.

Oddly enough, even with the couple of years of experience she'd had, Emily wasn't nearly as good at doing this to herself as she was to her sister. It might have been a hint of jealousy that made her keep doing it though, trying to capture the same magic with herself that she seemed capable of casting on others.

"Feeling all better then?" Emily pulled her paw out with a soft squish sound and wiped it down on one of Jessica's dirty shirts, before taking it to clean her tail area too.

Still breathing heavily, riding out the last of her orgasm, the taur sat herself down again. "Yea... yeah. That was great like always Emmy. Thank you."

"Sure thing. I'll get my favor for this from you later," the fox grinned and tossed the dirty clothes aside. "Right now, I need a shower. No thanks to a certain somebody. Do you want one too? Or would you rather go into class tomorrow smelling that like for your new rabbit friend?"

"I never said he was my friend!" Jessica let go of the bed and turned around to face the her. "Only that I would try and be nice to him!"

Emily laughed and softly smacked her hand on the taur's flank. "Oh? That's not the impression I got from you. I think you want a friend, and he's just the first person who didn't run off the minute you yelled at them."

Jessica's silence was answer enough for the vixen. "What have you got to lose trying to be friends with him? Nothing? Your angry loneliness maybe?" The foxtaur got up and made her way to the door with Emily. "Face it, he's your friend and you know it. Come on, let's go get cleaned up."

For the first time in years Jessica didn't feel upset or irritated at having to go to school and having to deal with all the other people treating her like a curiosity. Rather, she felt a bit embarrassed; partially due to the playful teasing she received on the way there.

There was worry in the back of her mind though. But it was about the nervous thoughts of having to talk to Alex again, and possibly not coming off right. The level of self consciousness she had over all of the new thoughts and ideas and potentials that having an actual friend hung over the silver fox to the point where she almost thought about trying to hide from the rabbit. But those kinds of things wouldn't work. Not only was there the little problem of being someone who couldn't play games like hide and seek very well because of her size, but she very well couldn't skip class every day.

Instead, all that anxiety swelled up inside the poor girl until the first time she knew that she'd see Alex at algebra class. Jessica only hoped that she wouldn't say something stupid, and that he would accept her offer of friendship; however strange it sounded coming from the fur who normally ostracized herself at every opportunity.

As she was making her way down the hall towards her math class, an eerily familiar pair of tall brown and white ears stood out above the crowd right by her destination like a set of antenna. Was he waiting for me outside the classroom?! Jessica's body flinched and tensed up, her claws not quite able to do more than lightly scratch the hard earthen ceramic tiled floor. Even the other people brushing past her as she stood momentarily paralyzed didn't faze the taur.

There was little time left to make a decision, the bell would ring soon. But it's not as if Jessica really had much of a choice to begin with. After watching the ears turn and scan down both sides of the hallway several times, a large enough gap formed for them to see each other. It was too late now.

Slowly, Jessica waved back to the rabbit and started the rest of her apprehensive approach. "Hey! I know there isn't much time right now, but do you want to talk more at lunch?" Alex seemed quite excited to have been able to ask his simple question before class started, not at all helping the butterflies that packed the fox's stomach. "I was hoping we could get more time together than just at the end of the day."

"Sur... sure. I guess we could," the uneasy foxtaur struggled to keep eye contact.

"Great, thanks! I'll wait for you outside the cafeteria later then. It's almost time for algebra now." With that, they both took their seats inside. Jessica had a hard time focusing on the mornings lesson. She could not clear her mind, despite how simple and harmless he was in asking her. It was less Alex wanted to sit and talk, and more that he actually seemed interested in the first place that kept her on edge.

"So, we learned that feralism and taurism were due to a recessive genetic condition in biology and all that, but the textbook doesn't really go into what it's really like," Alex asked Jessica, both of them seated off to the end of the large lunchroom with a couple of empty tables for taurs. "I mean, what it's like to be one and all that. I'm sorry if my questions offend you. I don't want to upset you or anything, but there's just something a bit fascinating about you... I mean taurs..."

Jessica sat with her back end down on the floor, not really touching the chicken sandwich on the table. "Well, I guess that we're about the same as anthros biologically, just that we've got the extra set of legs. Some extra organs in the top and bottom, but for the most part everything's the same."

The cottontail grinned. "Yeah, I remember reading that. You've got a second pair of most organs like the heart and stuff. But what I really want to know is what life is like for you. I figure the whole needing more space thing, but what else do you do different?"

"Um... most everything..." the fox blushed and sank her head down.

"Everything? Like what? I take it you can't really dress your bottom half, considering I've never seen you with anything other than a shirt on."

"Yeah..." Jessica wanted to end this inquiry, but also didn't want to end her hopes of getting a friend. "My sister has to dress me if there's ever anything formal enough that requires it. I need a lot of help with anything that involves my lower half. It's not fair that I can't do things like that by myself like everybody else."

Alex put his food down and reached a paw out to her. "Hey, I'm sure it's not all bad. There's got to be something you can do that everyone else can't? I know that everyone always picks taurs first whenever there's an outside gym game. You can run faster and further than the rest of us, and still be able to throw a ball, right?"

That may have been true, but Jessica wasn't really the athletic type. Like a lot of girls, she didn't care much for sports. "Maybe, but it hardly makes up for not being able to bathe and dress yourself, or go places like a normal person, or ride in a car without being a piece of cargo."

All of these minor differences being brought up at once like that nearly brought Jessica to tears. "I just want to be a normal person, not some freak for everybody to laugh at."

"You're not a freak!" Alex stood up out of his chair to try and reach over the table to console her. "There's nothing wrong with being a little different. I should know, my father was a feral. He'd always tell us that there it's the person on the inside that matters, not the person on the outside."

"But I've always been so mean to everybody who would try to talk to me."

"You were nice to me, weren't you? What's so different about me that made you behave that way?"

Jessica turned her head up to face the rabbit leaning over the table towards her. "I don't know. My sister made me. She said I need to try and be nicer to people instead of always scaring them off. She said that's why I don't have any friends."

"But you're the one who chose to be nice to me. You could've just kept being angry and ignored your sister." Alex grabbed the fox's paw with both hands, staring right into her eyes; almost right into her soul. "You wanted to do something different. If you really didn't want to change, then you wouldn't have talked to me again yesterday."

"But..."

"I'll be your friend," Alex interrupted.

The foxtaur's black ears shot up at his words. "You mean it? You'll be my friend?"

He nodded his head. "Yes. I'll be your friend Jessica. I don't care that you're not an anthro like everyone else. Like I said, it's the person inside that matters. And you don't have to be upset and lonely just because you're a little different."

Although the circumstances weren't quite what she expected, the results were what the fox wanted. A friend, a friend; what does it mean to be someone's friend? Before she could get an answer though, the end of lunch came about with the ringing of the bell.

"Oh, looks like it's time to go Jessica. But I'll see you in a couple of hours again. We can talk in history class later." Alex cleared both sets of trash and walked with his new friend as far as he could in the hall before having off head in a separate direction by himself. He waved goodbye and disappeared into the pack heading up the stairs.

Her anxiety of having to face the rabbit had suddenly been replaced with the anticipation of talking to him again. What did having a friend really mean? What do friends actually do? I don't know if it's the same as my sister and I. Not counting some of the more personal things because of who I am, of course. But maybe friends do help out like that too...?

The end of the day could not come soon enough for Jessica, who really wanted to see Alex again. Her other two classes felt like they dragged on and on, just to keep them apart as long as possible. This kind of excitement was something new for the vixen. Usually nothing ever got her this eager and cheerful. Her sister might have been right after all, maybe being upset all the time was keeping her from enjoying things like this.

When at last the time came, Jessica could not contain herself from trying to rush out the door. It was rather ironic to see her getting yelled at for trying to push her way past other people to get to world history. Unsurprisingly she did make it there first, and had to wait even longer. Those last few minutes were always the worst too.

Alex finally walked in and was greeted by a very ecstatic fox who spent a good deal of the class time playfully brushing her white tipped tail across his feet. He had no idea Jessica would've been this happy to see him, returning her smiling glances in kind.

"So what do friends do Alex? I never really had the chance to spend much time with anyone other than my sister," Jessica spoke up first during the short end of class cleanup. "Do you want to come over to my house or something?"

"Uh, I suppose I could do that, but I don't want to leave my car here. And it would seem kind of rude to go on without you." The rabbit scratched the back of his head, thinking a moment. "You know, I might be able to unbolt the passenger seat and toss it in the back. I think you should be able to fit that way, if you want. But it still might be a little cramped."

His heart was in the right place, but the rabbit's idea could use some work. Even in his hand-me-down big old station wagon, Jessica would probably have to sit in some strange way to manage that. But it didn't bother her. It would be the first time since she was a little pup that she'd be able to ride in a car and be treated like a normal person.

"No, that should be fine. We only live a mile or so away, so it won't take that long."

Alex was a bit puzzled by her response. "We? You mean your sister?"

She affirmed the rabbit's question with a smile. "Yeah, she's one grade below us. I'll go out front and let her know. I bet Emily's going to be just as excited to hear that I've got a friend now." Alex just shrugged his shoulders.

Outside, the trio make their way to the parking lot to see what they can do to pile in the car. It took a couple of minutes and a bit of muscle to remove the front seat. Naturally though, you can't go about dismantling something like this without someone bringing up the whole "they don't make things like they used to" joke, which is just what the second fox felt it necessary to do.

"Well, that's about all it's got Jessica," the winded lapin shut the back hatch door and walked around to try and help her in. "I hope there's enough room for you. Let me know if you need a hand getting in or out."

Carefully and somewhat gracelessly, Jessica backed herself into the car. Alex still thought the idea was kind of silly in the first place, but it didn't matter too much to him. It's not like anyone else really used the front seat in that old gray and rusty wagon. Maybe the thing will just sit in his garage for a while.

"Ugh, it is kind of a weird fit. I almost have to sit my back legs up on the back seat to avoid hitting the dash board." Emily couldn't help but giggle the whole time she watched the maneuver. She even spent most of the short trip jokingly resting her legs on the taur, laughing at the unusual circumstances that allowed it.

Even with the whole experience being so thrown together at the last minute, Jessica still tried to enjoy it. After all, she never got to sit up in the front. Especially not like that. It was new and fun, and if this was what friends do together then she hoped for more.

At least getting back out was slightly easier, and a bit quicker too. There was still the same amount of sibling mockery though. You have to take the good with the bad sometimes, and this time the bad was chased down and grabbed before she could get up the front steps.

"Don't think you can just use me like a foot-rest, Emily!" Jessica had wrapped her arms around the other vixen, displacing her breasts with the grasp. "I'll get you for that later, after Alex goes home!"

Emily struggled as lightheartedly as her captor, flailing her arms about and smacking her with her tail. "Oh? And what are you going to do that you can't while he's here, hmmm? I don't need any help getting brushed."

The implication behind her retort was enough to loosen the foxtaur's grip out of embarrassment and allow escape. Emily ran up the stairs and brushed off her shirt. The rabbit stood back and watched the spectacle quietly, taken aback with what was going on.

"Oh don't just stand there looking all surprised, Alex. Didn't she tell you she can't reach herself back there?" Jessica growled and charged up at her sister, but she managed to jump out of the way laughing. "Why don't you include your friend in on the fun, Jess? You can't hog it all."

"You started it, Emily!" She replied, pointing to the silver fox on the far end of the porch. "This isn't fun for anyone but you anyway."

Alex continued to watch on, hoping for either a sane resolution or maybe a clarified invitation. "Alright, fine," Emily strolled back to the door and opened it after running her paw down Jessica's back. "Let's just go in then if nobody wants to play around."

The girls tossed their bags in the usual spot, and went to grab some drinks out of the fridge. "I hope you like lemonade, Alex. Cause all we've got otherwise is milk and water."

"Sure, that's fine." The rabbit looked around the house a bit, before Emily came out with three glasses and a pitcher for everyone. "You know, I didn't quite envision your place being so..."

"Ordinary? Yeah," she answered, filling everyone's cups with the sour drink. "They do make special stuff for taurs like Jessie, but most just get by with regular stuff. Couple of things are kinda cool though."

Jessica finished off her glass quickly, and set it back on the table with a light thud. "Like that chair! You know, the big one with round hump you sort of sit and lay on, and the arm in the front to lean up against. That would've been so cool to have, if it weren't so expensive and useless for most anyone else..."

The silver foxtaur sighed and turned to face Alex, who was still finishing his lemonade. "But I'm sure all this stuff sounds so strange and boring to you though. I bet you don't even know what we're talking about."

"Oh no, it's not boring," Alex set his empty plastic cup down too. "I'm still very much interested in getting to know you and what being a taur is like. Tell me more about some of those pieces of furniture, and other stuff. I don't really know much about any of them."

"Okay! Let's go sit down in the living room then. I've got a couple of magazines with those kinds of things in them." Jessica lead the way over to the next room, letting her friend take a seat next to the end where she normally laid on the floor. Emily sat herself down on the other side and turned on the TV, getting almost uncomfortably close for a person he just met a little while ago.

Together they flipped through the magazines and catalogs and other general reading material piled on the coffee table. Jessica giggled and pointed her way though some of them like they were holiday toy listings for children. Her sister occasionally chimed in on some of the products and articles, using the opportunity to shamelessly lean over and brush up against the distracted hare.

Though he tried to not think about it, some part of that kind of over familiarity did worry him a little. While Alex didn't have a problem with being friends with her too, he didn't want to give Jessica the wrong idea or anything. Just trying to believe that this was how the two of them behaved normally was what he thought to himself as listened to the vixen sitting on the floor explain more about the things on the paper.

Some of the taur-centric items and ideas were actually a bit unexpected and quite interesting to learn about. By the look of it, if there was something that normal furs used or did, someone had a version that worked for people like Jessica. From simple household goods and improvements to exotic cars and wacky conversions, everything had to of been covered. The semi-satirical story about the amusement park for taurs was actually a hilarious one to hear about too.

Everyone had lost track of the time, and before they knew it Jessica and Emily's mother came home; none of them heard the door open. "Hey girls, who's the new person I smell?" the tall business casual attired fox called out from the other room. "Neither of you usually ever have anybody over. This is quite a surprise."

All three looked up to catch sight of her passing into the hallway. Jessica answered back, "Hey mom! This is Alex, who goes to school with me. We were looking though my magazines and stuff on the table."

"Your taur stuff? I thought you didn't like talking about that with other people?" she responded from the kitchen with a tone of curiosity. The sound of running water was faintly audible over her voice.

"Uhh, well..." Jessica stammered and looked away from the other two in the room. "Alex was really interested in it, so I thought I'd tell him and show him some stuff."

Emily giggled and added in the conversation. "Yeah, Jess managed to make a friend. It's so strange, isn't it?" The foxtaur blushed and tensed up uncomfortably at her sister's comment. "I think she likes him too."

"Oh? A friend now, Jess?" their mother replied back after shutting the refrigerator door. "That's great. Maybe you won't sulk around the house all day anymore. I'm sure you all can have more fun doing things together."

For some reason, Alex was feeling like he'd ended up with a little more than he originally bargained for. Between suddenly becoming this valuable beacon of hope for one girl, and worrying what the other was thinking about him made the cottontail a bit nervous. He was between a rock and a hard place, so to speak.

"It's, um, nice to meet you, Mrs..."

"No need to be so formal Alex, you can just call me Lilly," the distant anthro silver fox answered. "It's so good to see Jessica opening up and talking to people. I hope she didn't yell at you or something like she normally does. We all keep telling her that being a taur isn't as bad as she makes it out to be. But if this is a sign that Jess is finally accepting it, then I'm happy for her."

The social anxiety was getting to both Alex and Jessica. Nobody liked being talked about like that. Especially when in the same room together, but the rabbit cleared his throat and spoke up. "Oh no, she didn't do that at all. I wanted to get to know Jessica more. I think taurs are kind of cool, and how better to find out more than to try and talk to one."

"That's not what Jessie said the other day," Emily grinned and watched the apprehension overcome the other two. "She said he liked her big fluffy tail, because it was so much larger and nicer than his." Alex sank down in the brownish gray couch as far as rabbitly possible; his ears losing any semblance of bodily support.

"Tail?" Lilly turned on the stove to start cooking some ground beef in a pan. "I suppose a fox's tail would be bigger than a hare's. Still, kind of a strange thing to think about. I guess that maybe when you've always had a smaller tail, it's easier to notice others who don't."

Why is she doing this do me... I just offered to be Jessica's friend, not some vixen's plaything. Alex closed his eyes as he lay slumped down, trying to ignore Emily's playful tickling of him with her own tail; held by both paws like a broom slowly brushing across the lapin's chest.

As sensual and good as the silver furry tip felt zigzagging across his upper body, the experience was greatly conflicting to say the least. Alex did enjoy the long soft fur gently caressing his own, even through the white button down shirt he was wearing. The times she swept across the uncovered parts of his arms and chin brought shivers down his body; clearly visible to the giddy fox who was enjoying seeing him squirm and submit.

_ There's no way she hasn't done this before or something. Emily has just too much control to not know what she's doing. And why can't I make her stop? This is wrong and I know it. Jessica can't just be letting her do this, can she?_ As much as Alex wanted her to stop, the sensations were just too good to fight.

"See? He likes tails Jess," Emily didn't let up at all as the other girl looked on inquisitively, apparently not bothered by her performance. "I bet he was thinking about you doing this to him in class. That's what he meant when he said he liked your tail." Alex just moaned weakly, unable to speak up.

"I don't know, Emily. Alex wouldn't just want to be my friend just for something like that," she continued to watch the hypnotic motions of the black and silver wand as it worked it's magic on the helpless boy. "But he looks just like me when you brush my fur. That must be why I like it so much."

Jessica joined in on the game too, reaching over and stroking the rabbit's brown ear from base to tip. The difference between that ear and a stick of putty was non-existent. It simply melted away from the smooth black pads continuously running its velvety length over and over. "Hey, this is fun!" the foxtaur exclaimed, feeling him shudder in her hands.

Emily flashed a toothy grin and buried the end of her tail in Alex's face, twitching and shaking it rapidly. He got a nosefull of whatever flowery scent she used to clean herself with and inhaled deeply, holding his breath as long as possible while one vixen tickled his entire face; the other cupped his ear with both paws and very gently lifted them upward. He hoped and prayed in the back of his mind that neither of them noticed the tent pitched not but a few feet away. That would be game ending humiliation if they did. Alex wasn't sure he'd still be considered their friend if they called him out like that.

Whether or not they saw anything, he'd never know. The petting and brushing just kept going on and on. Alex was sure they two of them were talking to each other the whole time, but he couldn't make out a word. There was some laughing too, but it was probably not at his expense. Probably.

After an indeterminable amount of time had passed, the remarkable application of pleasure stopped, but it took a few more minutes for the hare to come down enough to realize it. He was a little surprised to open his eyes and see Jessica sitting on the floor in front of him, almost at eye level waiting for him to come to.

"It looks like you do like tails after all, Alex," her arms were folded across her chest, but not out of anger or malice. "I didn't know doing that to somebody else could be so much fun too. That must be why Emily always enjoys brushing me I guess."

Alex quickly sat back upright and straightened out his clothing. "Ah, what happened?!" His shirt was covered in gray black and white hairs all over, most of which wouldn't be so easily brushed off. "Don't tell me that went further than it should have! I should've told Emily to stop sooner..."

He continued to try and clean off as much errant fur from himself as possible, while Jessica looked on with a puzzled look about her. "What went too far? All we did was brush and pet you. Is there something wrong with that? Isn't that something friends do?"

"I... I guess," the rabbit slowed his wiping and looked over at her. "But isn't that something that really close friends might do? I mean we only just started to talk to each other a few days ago, and I just met Emily today."

"Are you trying to say that we aren't close friends?" Jessica sighed. "I don't know what friends do, but my sister and I do stuff like this all the time."

How do I explain it to her without making her think that I'm trying to not be her friend? That kind of playing is supposed to be for boyfriend and girlfriend, right? Oh man, she doesn't think that's what's going on, does she? Alex swallowed hard and grimaced at his thoughts. I just met her, I don't know if I'm ready for that kind of relationship yet.

Nervously, the lapin put his thumb up under the large buck teeth in the front of his mouth. "Uhh, I'm not trying to say we're not friends or anything, but shouldn't we take things a bit slower? Maybe do some normal stuff and get to know each other a little better before doing stuff like that?"

Most of the concept Alex was suggesting went right over the girl's head. "But if you liked doing it, and I liked doing it, then why shouldn't we pet and brush and play?" She reached out and stroked the rabbit's digitigrade knee, watching him almost retract in fear as she drew her paw near. "You looked so happy a little while ago when we were touching you. What's different now Alex?"

She did have a point. That was a highly satisfying experience, for both of them if the foxtaur was telling the truth about enjoying doing it. If both of them took pleasure in the act, then really, what was holding him back from accepting her advances? What was it about this kind of behavior that told him it was so wrong to engage in? Was it what other people might thing? Was it how close it could get to being something a bit more personal?

The horny teenager in Alex was telling him to go for it. Having a girlfriend and all the benefits associated with it would be great. Companionship, the petting, and maybe more. Nothing to lose, plenty to gain.

The responsible adult on the other hand, had a much less fun story to tell. True, she was a fox and he a rabbit. They couldn't have children together, no matter how hard they tried. The different species of furs were flat out incompatible, genetically speaking. But what would their parents think, and everyone else for that matter? He wasn't at all worried about the whole taur thing, but was it really okay to start going out with someone after less than a week?

"I guess there really is any difference," Alex mumbled while the paw remained on his knee. "But I always thought that you only did those kinds of things with your girlfriend or boyfriend though. That's always the impression I got from everybody."

"But why would only certain kinds of friends do things like that? I'd understand..." she withdrew her hand and looked away, lowering her voice a bit as she continued speaking. "doing something... sexual... but, that's not what we were trying to do when we were playing with you earlier. It was all just supposed to be a fun little game, wasn't it?"

Alex slowly relaxed himself and reached his brown paw down to where hers was on his leg. He rubbed at the tan pants covering up the fur beneath it and exhaled deeply. One's own touch was never as satisfying as the touch of another's. "Well, I, suppose when you put it that way, it doesn't seem quite so bad."

"So you're not upset at me? And you're still my friend?"

He nodded his head, and Jessica grabbed up the rabbit's hand with both of her own, smiling in response. "Do you want to do something else then? There's still a little bit of time before dinner."

Dinner? How late was it already? Alex looked up at the time on the TV. After six already... I need to get home and finish that paper! "I hate to do this to you Jess, but I've got to get home soon. I've got homework I need to do. Only a few more hours left tonight to try and get it done."

They both stood themselves back up, and Alex stepped to the side to give the taur more space. "I'm sorry if I made you think I didn't like our afternoon together. It was more than I was expecting, and kinda overwhelmed me a little. But I'll be happy to hang out again tomorrow, as long as I don't get a bunch of homework over the weekend."

"Okay, see you tomorrow at school Alex," the foxtaur walked her guest out, and waved goodbye as he drove away. Emily opened the front door and stepped outside to catch a glimpse of the old station wagon pulling away.

"Hey, mom says dinners already ready," she grinned at her sister. "By the way, I like your new friend. He's a lot of fun to play with."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Emily didn't let her expression shift at all, grabbing the door to head back in again. "That you should invite him over some more; because if you don't, I think I will. Wasn't he so cute laying there on the couch with peaceful look when you were holding his ears like that? I didn't know rabbits were so sensitive there."

"Yeah, I guess he was," Jessica scratched the back of her head in contemplation, eagerly wagging her tail back and forth. "I wish I could do what you did though. But I can't reach and grab enough my tail like you can." The anthro vixen giggled and the two of them went to go eat.

Friday went by pretty quick for everybody. Jessica was really starting to act more like a normal student, although not quite apparent to anyone other than the hare. She quite looked forward to seeing him all day too, almost a little bit much one could argue though. Then again, anybody would want to explore something new and exciting as much as possible, as soon as possible. It's like having to put a good book down to go to sleep.

The rabbit and fox, and the fox's sister too, for some strange reason that Alex couldn't quite figure out but none the less ended up enjoying the company of anyway became virtually inseparable. Whenever they weren't at school, the trio spent most of their time at the vulpine's house; either chatting, watching TV, or playing. Occasionally they did go out and eat or hang out at the park, but driving places ended up being not quite as great as Jessica first thought.

One such Saturday the three of them had gotten back from walking around the city zoo. Nobody else was home when they came in, but that was fairly normal for them. Lilly usually spent the weekends at one event or another, and George worked during the evening. Besides, it's not like highschool students needed constant supervision. They could entertain and behave themselves just fine.

After cooling off with a refreshing drink, they all wondered over to the typical spot in the living room to relax. Walking all day has a tendency to tire most people out, except for Jessica. She normally didn't like admitting to it, but because of that extra set of legs the silver fox could go all day without a problem.

"I can't remember the last time I went to the zoo. Seeing all those animals was fun," Alex leaned back on the sofa to get comfortable, trying to rub his sore foot. "It was too bad the kangaroos weren't out today though. That exhibit wasn't around the last time I went."

Emily was trying to get the stiffness out of her paws too. This was one of the rare cases she envied her sister's stamina. "Yeah, and the wolves were all hiding in their dens too. Couldn't really see them that well. I just wish it wasn't so windy today."

"I know what you mean Emmy. My furs all messed up now too." She was trying in vain to clean and flatten the tangley mess that was within reach of her claws; ill-equipped for making those kinds of repairs. "You're going to have to help me later."

A devious grin slowly contorted the other girl's face; she tried hard to keep it all in. "Why wait till later Jess? Let's just do it now."

"But what about Alex?"

"He can help," she looked the puzzled cottontail dead in the eyes with her gaze. "I'm sure he'd love to give you a hand, right?"

Alex had no idea what was going on. Emily was known for doing and saying some strange things sometimes, and he never could figure out why she was always trying to get so close to the two of them all the time. It's not that he didn't like the attention, that's not the case at all. But didn't she have any friends of her own?

"I, I guess?" he looked back and forth between the two completely different expressions on either side of him. One looked like it was going to pounce him, the other a bit frustrated and gloomy. "You two are always brushing me. I suppose it would be nice to return the favor."

"Well, my brushes are up in my room Alex," Jessica stood up and the others followed suit. Emily hopped on ahead eagerly, but her sister grabbed her arm to be able to talk to her a little more privately. "Wait, Emmy. Is it really okay to have Alex see me without my shirt on? And be brushing my breasts? I mean we never took his clothes off, or touched him there."

Well, maybe you didn't. The enthusiastic vixen giggled, shook her head and whispered back. "So? It's not like you ever wear your banding down there anyway. I'm sure he's already seen them already. Everything is kinda all out there, even with the fur covering it."

"Yeah, but then what about my you know what being all out then too?"

"You know as well as I, and probably Alex too that very little of you ends up hidden. Especially cause' of the no pants thing. If it's that big of a deal, maybe we can take turns and start with either Alex or me."

Jessica moaned lightly, still not exactly comfortable with the idea. "Relax," her sister replied. "You love getting brushed, right?"

She nodded her head slowly. "And Alex is your friend, right?" Jessica affirmed her again. "Then what's the problem? Things don't have to get sexual if you don't want them to. It's all just supposed to be in good fun. That's what we do to him, isn't it?"

"Alright alright, fine. You win. Let's go upstairs." Emily turned around and beckoned the rabbit to follow. Jessica grabbed one of her finely bristled brushes and sat down on her low slung bed. Emily picked up the wooden handled one she always used and gave a third to Alex.

Reluctantly, the seated foxtaur started to unbutton her shirt, slowly revealing the black bra that hid a pair of fist sized mounds under its cloth. "Come on Alex, take your shirt off too. Jessie would feel better if she weren't the only person nude," Emily was removing her own at a much quicker and more comfortable pace than her counterpart.

"Wait, what?!" he responded, turning to face her; a bit shocked by the command.

Emily moved in closer to the hesitant boy and reached for the top button of his shirt. "You know you want to get brushed too. Can't do that if your clothes are still on." Alex weakly fought the fox's paws off, obviously somehow not completely opposed to the idea and started to undress himself.

Alex couldn't take his eyes off the anthro's chest as he worked, clad only with a peculiar piece of dark blue underwear. He'd never seen anything like that before, at least not on someone while they wore it. It was as if Emily was wearing three sets of bras, each covering up the progressively smaller and smaller breasts as they went down her torso. The bottom one almost seemed unnecessary, not exactly having much to cover he thought.

In his hypnotized state, Alex didn't quite notice her also removing her pants too. He snapped to, shaking his head momentarily. "Do I have to take mine off too...?" the tone of his voice sounded on the surface to reject the idea, but there was a subtle hint of secretly wanting a positive answer, regardless of how hard it was going to make it to hide the arousal that was all but imminent.

"Yep. I guess you don't have to take your boxers off though," Emily smiled and watched him out of the corner of her eye. "Unless you want to of course."

"Uh..."

"She's just teasing you, Alex," the other girl answered, already running the bristles over one of her arms. "Come over here and have a seat next to me."

Alex stepped up and onto the unmade sheets of her large bed and sat down next to the taur. It didn't occur to him until then just how big she really was compared to him. Nearly a foot and a half of height separated their heads, and her bottom half was as long as the rabbit was sitting with his legs stretched out alongside her.

"So where do you want me to start Jess? Should I just do your back here?"

"Yeah, up here where my two halves come together." Alex scooted up a little to try and reach better. "And Emily, you can do my head and upper back. Emmy?"

She wasn't standing on the other side of her where Jessica expected, but rather directly behind the hare; setting herself down on the bed and wrapping her own legs next to his. "Emily? You're going to just get Alex I guess?"

"Yeah," she pressed her body up against his back, slowing and very, very gently raking the tips of her claws down the light brown and white fur of Alex's chest. "That's okay, right?"

Jessica shrugged. "Alright. I'm still going to need help with up here though. Don't get too carried away Emmy." Alex did not expect to be this kind of object of attention, tensing up and pausing his hand atop the taur's back while the vixen behind him pulled herself ever tighter to him. The tantalizing motion of her paws as they followed the direction of his fur downward towards the last remaining article of clothing forced the rabbit to reciprocate the advances Emily was making with her own body back towards her; he could feel himself being jabbed at in several specific places back there.

Through some force of will, and because the sources of stimulation lifted themselves off, having run into a cotton barrier, Alex resumed performing his part of the deal. He tried to emulate the same actions and motions the two of them had been so skillfully doing for the last few weeks, but with the legitimate necessity of having to go though matted and scuffed up fur he wasn't sure just how great things might have felt to the fox.

"Ah!" Jessica arched her back slightly at the fourth or fifth pass though the rapidly improving marbled silver and black coat. "I really was a mess, wasn't I? You're doing fine Alex, keep going. Don't worry too much if it looks like I'm not having so much fun. I know I needed to get cleaned, and you know how things can get sometimes."

"Oh, okay." He kept going, hoping things would improve for her. "It just seems a bit unfair that you don't look like you're enjoying this as much as I do." And it would be quite hard not to enjoy yourself with silky soft pads pulling and nipping at you, tugging lightly and gliding up small patches of your fur all over.

Alex started to think that things were picking up for Jessica, once he was encountering no more resistance. She even seemed to like it when he leaned over and more or less lied over her back in order to reach her other side, digging into the blankets and sheets with her paws and feet before lifting them up and setting them back down again. To him, it was very much like a large comfortable pillow he was resting on and hugging.

Emily didn't quite share the same satisfaction her sister did when her plush rabbit had to shift out of her clutches to do that. But she moved herself in reaction to be even more on top of him, wrapping as much of her tail around her captive as possible. The addition of a pseudo third hand directly tickling Alex's belly was enough to send shivers down this spine as the silver tipped tool twitched around under him.

Eventually, mostly due to the delays caused by a certain grinning vulpine Alex abandoned the plastic in his hand to simply covering the maximum amount of area as possible with the length of his arm once everything got nice and smooth again. "I think I got everything back here. Do you want me to do your underside now?"

She looked down at her friend cuddling up over top her and the fox holding onto him. "O, okay," the two of them shifted their weight so Jessica could get up and roll over. "Emmy, what are you doing to Alex? Are you even brushing him like you said you were going to?"

"Maybe, a little bit," Jessica laid down across her bed diagonally, nearly seven or eight feet long from head to rump. "Why, did you want a turn with him?"

Jessica retracted her legs inward, a bit stunned by her behavior. This did little to cover or hide her exposed underbelly however, features still very much visible for all to see. "What?! I thought we were supposed to be brushing me? What happened to that?"

"I never said we couldn't have some fun too," Emily replied, still sensually working her claws though the submissive lapin she was wrapped around. "We can share, there's enough of him for both of us."

"Hey!" Alex protested. "Don't I get a say in this?"

Emily whispered in his large tall ear and started to stroke it gently, the warm rush of air making it twitch. "No." He was in no condition to struggle or fight, not that this really was a predicament to try and force himself out of to begin with.

"Since he's your friend, I'll let you decide who goes first. I'm not really sure how we'd be able to both go at the same time though, the taur thing and all."

Apprehensiveness filled the silver fox as she watched Alex melt more and more into Emily's lap with her petting. I don't know what to do! I haven't been with anyone before, not counting asking Emmy to help me. I know that feels so good, but is it really alright to have Alex do it?

"Y... You can," Jessica stammered and shuffled back to her feet. She figured that if her sister went first, maybe she could watch and see what to do next. "But does Alex want to do this too? It wouldn't be fair if he didn't want to do it."

"Oh I don't think he's got any problem with it," Emily ran her hand down and grabbed the bulge in his underwear. "In fact, I think he wants to just as badly. Look." Alex squeaked and curled his toes. He'd been holding back for the better part of 15 or 20 minutes now, not sure what was going to happen. That pressure needed a release, which was exactly what her grasp did, even through his boxers.

"Oops, looks like we kept him waiting too long. But I'm sure he'll be fine." The anthro fox dug her paw under the cloth to wipe up his mess. She lapped at the sticky white substance on her fingers and smacked her chops inquisitively. "Here, you want a taste too Jess? I always wanted to know what it tasted like. Don't you?"

Jessica shook her head at the offer, grimacing in disgust. "No? It's not that bad." Emily finished off her snack and chuckled. "Or maybe, you wanted to drink straight from the hose?"

"Ugh, no. You're so gross Emmy."

The laughing vixen released her prey to get up and finish undressing. As complicated looking as her unusual bra was, the release of four little hooks released it, quickly falling to the floor with her panties. Alex wasted no time in joining in the naked girls, revealing his already unsheathed red hot gun, still armed even after being fired off a few minutes ago.

Both girls eyeballed the hare, curious, timid, and sinister thoughts in their heads. "Rabbits don't have knots, do they?" Emily inquired, getting back behind him and sitting on his short tail, grinding into it. He could've sworn she was trying to into herself back there, however strange it seemed.

"No, no we don't. That's a canine thing, sorry."

Emily grabbed his shaft and squeezed, eliciting a look of pleasurable shock from Alex. "That's okay. I heard rabbits are longer anyway," she moved her head in closer to feel the heat coming off the rabbit's face. "I hope it's true."

He had no idea of the truth behind that rumor. Alex never bothered to go about comparing himself to anyone. It seemed kind of strange to do. Did anybody really care how big you were? Wasn't it more important to just be able to get you and your partner off, regardless of how it was accomplished?

Instead of thinking about philosophy, what Alex should've been doing was paying attention to what was going. If he was, then he'd have noticed Emily crawling around and knocking him on his back when she sat on his stomach. "Upfh! Hey! What're you..."

A large fluffy tail had found its way to his face, silencing the poor rabbit with a recognizable scent of flowers that he could not get enough of filling his nostrils. It became intoxicating enough to try and grab so that he could control the amount of tactile and aromatic stimulation himself.

The fox had more than enough length to move closer to the object of her burning lust and allow the lubricants it was secreting to ooze out and get rubbed up and down her furry slit, making the next step all that much easier. After lining up the shot, she closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and made the plunge; taking in the entire length to the hilt at once and clamping down tight as her entire body froze up to the sensation of being filled so deeply and tightly.

They both gasped, and Jessica reached out a paw to offer assistance. "Hey, are you alright Emmy? Do you need me to do anything?"

"Nuh... no, no," she moaned, flexing her muscles around the foreign body inside of her. "I'm fine. Just need to catch my breath. This is great, almost just like how I imagined it to be."

The taur watched on as her sister began her slow and somewhat clumsy movement up and down the cottontail, supporting herself on the bed with one hand and on him with the other. She'd never done this part using her hips and legs before, only with her hands or the occasional makeshift toy. It was a whole other set of motions that due to inexperience, was not quite as satisfying.

But that didn't stop her from enjoying anyway. The mental aspect of this finally being the real deal outweighed the smoldering desire to want to go faster than she was capable of. The embarrassment of having to start over because of a mishap would not have bothered Emily quite as much as the interruption to the delight she was feeling each time the lapin's long tapered spear impaled itself inside her nethers over and over.

Alex had next to no control over what was going on at all. He had basically been reduced to some horny vixen's plaything and was loving every minute of. There was the nagging thought in the back of his head that it was wrong to be doing this to his friend's sister, right in front of her no less; the consent she had more or less given the two of them didn't quite feel like it was enough. He was supposed to be Jessica's friend. Shouldn't she be on top of him?

There were other, more pressing matters at hand than that though. "Ah, Emily, I'm gonna cum soon!" he shouted though the muff of white covering his face. "Get off so I don't cum in you!"

She grinned. "Nope, I want you to. It's not like you can get me pregnant. I'm actually kinda glad that Jess found such a cute bunny to bring home, so I wouldn't have to worry about that."

"Ahhhh!" Alex's climax came, making his deposit with enough force inside the depths of the energized silver fox for her to feel it splattering up against the backs of her walls. But Emily didn't stop, despite being filled with and smearing his seed all over each other. "Stop Emily! Please! I can't take that!"

He tried to pin the girl down by holding her thighs with his hands and lifted his own hips upward; anything to make the intense overstimulation go away. "Stop! Please!"

"Emmy, I think you're hurting Alex or something!" Jessica reached over and put her hands on the other fox's shoulders. "Stop and get off of him before you do hurt him!"

Unable to keep her rutting going, the unfulfilled girl reached a paw down to cup herself as the overused toy pulled out from under her. She managed to catch most of their mixed fluids in her palm once the plug was pulled, but both of them were still quite a mess. The pungent smell of arousal and sex permeated throughout Jessica's room, [AN: I need a line here. Please help if possible. I can't think of a good one.]

"Emily, you can't keep going like that after I've cummed," the hare sat himself up and out of the reach of her tail while she crouched there and let more of their juice dribble into her paw. "Guys get really sensitive right afterwards. It's way too intense to keep going, almost to the point of being painful."

"Oh, sorry Alex. I didn't know," Emily carefully sat back down, then drained the contents of her hand into her mouth. The other two were a bit weirded out by that, but could not look away in the slightest. She swallowed the small mouthful and started to lick the rest clean. "Mmmm, it's so much better after having a chance to mix inside me a little. We gotta do that again after Jessie has a turn!"

Why she did that neither of them wanted to know. If she wanted a snack, Alex would've gladly finished himself off in her mouth. But that? Creepy and unpleasant to say the least. And he really didn't like how much of a mess she made too, matting down the fur around his sheath with her actions. It was going to take quite a shower to clean that out now.

"So are you aright Alex? Emmy didn't hurt you did she?"

He sighed and kept fanning his swollen crouch. "Yeah, I'm alright. But that seriously wasn't cool. You've got to stop when I cum. I gotta take a break, at least until the numbness goes away. Then you can have your turn with me I guess."

Emily snapped her fingers. "Oh I've got an idea. You won't have to wait for Alex to cool off, and it'll be just as good. Maybe better." She licked her lips, trying to get any drop of liquid that might have spilled. And that way he'll be ready for me to go again by the time they're done...

_ _ "What's that?"

"Okay Jess, go ahead and lie on your back. And put your legs straight up into the air." The foxtaur complied and rolled over again.

"Like this?"

She looked over from the far corner of the bed where her head was, watching and waiting for the next set of instructions. But she did wonder how Alex was supposed to do anything with her like that. Wouldn't she be better laying on her belly for him?

"Yeah, that's good," Emily motioned for her partner to get ready. "Now Alex, you need to lay down on Jessie with your head at her tail end. It should be pretty self explanatory from there," she chuckled and rubbed at her own wet and matted fur.

Jessica thought about those commands for a second. "Wait, how am I supposed to be able to reach and do anything to Alex if he's all the way down there? I can't really do that much like that with my legs."

"That shouldn't be too big of a deal," Emily ran her hand down the rabbit's leg as he passed, smudging the brown fur with a very personal blend of fluids. He looked down to see just what she did, and shuttered once he found out. "Besides, he just got off. It's your turn now."

"Alright then I guess. You have a point." Alex got up on top of the big fox, snuggled up, and aligned his muzzle with her nether region. The weight of the anthropomorphic rabbit did not seem nearly as bad as either expected. In fact, it was quite pleasant to have him lying atop her belly and breasts like that. She may not have had the chance to get brushed clean down there yet, but the sensation caused by his own breathing as it pushed and retracted her body still tickled her teats with each breath.

"Let me know when you're ready Jess."

She tapped him on the back with one of her legs, giving the go ahead. Alex dove in, tongue first into the pink furry hole before him; already moist and musky. Apparently watching her sister go at him had turned her on more than she knew.

Almost immediately Jessica brought all four of her paws down on him, not really holding the boy in place as much as just a tensing reaction to the completely new and different texture lapping at her. The added touching across his back made Alex hold onto her hind quarters with his arms ever tighter. There wasn't really much within reach for him to grab, but he still managed to work his paws between the sheets and her black marbled body; hugging her like a large plush animal.

It didn't take long for Emily to feel the need to join in too, poking and prodding and picking at Alex's short twitchy tail as if it were a cat's toy to bat at. "Hey Emily, what happened to this being my turn? I waited for you without interrupting or anything."

"But it's just so cute sticking up like that," she giggled. "I think I know why Alex has such a tail fetish now. Besides, I'm not stopping him. He can keep going with me doing this."

"Hey, I don't have a tail fetish!"

"Oh yeah?" Emily teased him and squeezed his rump. "Then how come you always talk about them, and love it whenever either of us touch you with ours? Face it, you've got an strange fetish for girl's tails."

Jessica sighed and let her continue. She'd keep doing it even if we asked her to stop. How does she always get her way w... "Ahh!" Something long, flat and very agile managed to slip past her outermost gatehouse, thrashing around wildly in the courtyard just beyond. This was an entirely different breed of intruder altogether than what she was used to. It wasn't nearly as large, but the way it worked more than made up for the lack of stature.

Soon enough, Alex was being overwhelmed by the waterworks he had broken into. The slow trickle of moisture was covering his face, turning the brown and white slick and smooth. Okay, maybe I still think that what Emily did was kinda gross, but I can see where she's coming from with it. The taste, the smell, the... the... I dunno, but this is pretty damn good.

Taurs generally are the same as their anthro counterparts, relative bodily size speaking. Their forelegs roughly match up to the normal bipedal ones the majority have, in terms of length. Both versions of upper torsos are the same too. There's just one little difference between the two when comparing organs and body parts. Taurs, more than 95% of the time, have larger genitals.

Not by a huge margin or anything, but their "average" usually falls into the "well endowed" portion of what everyone else has. Had Alex known this, he'd have wished himself to have a longer muzzle, plunging what length he did possess in with ease. The rest of his face wouldn't quite fit, but the feeling of her hot bulging lips wrapping around his glossy snout so tightly when the vixen contracted her muscles in ecstasy was making him forget all about the throbbing discomfort now poking the fuzzy belly underneath him.

It was going to be a new record for Jessica this time, both with how quickly was being brought to orgasm and how great it was getting there. Alex was doing a much better job at this than her sister's paw ever did. Some of that might have just been the mental attraction making her think it was better because she liked him doing, but the results were still just as splendid as if everything really were from his touch.

The only subtle warning the rabbit got that the hole he'd dug himself into was about to come to its powerful climax was the increase in the speed and intensity it was closing in around him. The verbal notice came only too late, as Jessica moaned and called out mere moments before her body locked up around him; twitching and shivering as she rode out the waves of delight rippling down her entire vulpine length.

Alex managed to release himself to be able to breathe again, noticing right away the difference in temperature hitting his sopping wet face. He wanted to keep himself nice and warm, but that wasn't exactly an option right now. Getting back inside was just about impossible.

"So, how was that Jessie?" Emily was still playing with the lapin's tail as she looked down to the look of bliss on her sister's face. "Better than me maybe? I don't think you ever got my arm nearly as wet as Alex's face is right now."

She nodded her head and caught a glimpse of her handiwork, grimacing in embarrassment. "You are sopping wet Alex! I'm so sorry!" The drips of fluids and juices as they ran down his face and onto the bed didn't bother him one bit. The slight chill in the air might have, but everything else about it did not.

"Wasn't that so much more fun than just sitting around watching TV or something?"

They both agreed with the overjoyed fox, who was running her paws up and down her dark fur covered breasts. "Yeah, I didn't know this could be so much fun," Jessica smiled. "I guess I really should thank you for being my friend Alex. None of this would've been possible without you."

"Hey, I helped! You wouldn't have talked to him if I didn't!"

"Okay, I guess you did too. Thanks Emmy."

Alex crawled off the foxtaur and wiped his face off with his shirt. "Aw, you're making me blush. It's not that big of a deal, really. I mean, I should be thanking you for opening up and letting me be your friend."

All three laughed heartily. "But I really need a shower now. I'm covered with the both of you."

"Not until after round two!"

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Yes, I know I did some strange things with Emily towards the end. This whole story was full of the strange and unsual I don't see much of, but either turns me on or makes me think about it more.

The world I came up with here, taurs and ferals being a recessive genetic offshoot, is actually a pretty cool idea in my mind. I'll likely come back and use it again. Not sure if the same people or not, but who knows.