Aurorette's Bakery
Note: All characters are original and names are purely coincidental. Contains yiff. You know the drill.
Aurorette's Bakery
It was opening day of Aurorette's Bakery and all was going well, so far. She held the six cords of her apron behind her back and slowly tied them, one by one. This was her dream job; owning a small-town bakery had always charmed her mind with the romance of being well known and appreciated for her services and good personality. She slid her paw down over her apron, straightening the sides and brushing off a bit of powder that had collected whist she was rushing to bake earlier that morning. Aurorette walked over to the mirror and puffing out her chest, stared with pride at the little fox chewing on the side of the cookie that was the bakery's avatar.
The vixen ceremonially padded over to the front window and turned the sign so that it read "open", and hurried behind the front counter, fully expecting the customers to pour in immediately. She put her paws against the counter's clean surface and watched out the window eagerly with a brightness sparkling in her eyes. Her big red tail swished behind her expectantly with the intention, like the rest of her body, to make a good first impression.
"Madame Aurorette," called out a voice from behind the bakery's kitchen doorway, jerking her attention from the sunny morning outside, "I don't think we have enough flour for today," a muzzle of a fox popped through the doorway, followed by the warm face of her only employee and mate, Travis, "and further more, that pounding's driving me crazy!"
Aurorette tilted her head. Pounding? What pounding? She looked down and noticed that she was drumming her paws against the counter nervously. With a little jump she leapt back, to the amusement of Travis, who just chuckled and turned his head back into the kitchen.
The front door opened with a jiggle before Aurorette had a chance to call back. She took a deep breath and faced the direction of the door. The figure of a male coon walked in, and with a nervous glance, paused, before deciding to pad up to the counter.
"Hello, ma-" he started to chirr, but she quickly cut him off.
"Hello! Welcome to Aurorette's Bakery! How may I help you today?"
He stared at her for a few moments oddly before starting to explain his intentions yet again, "Well, thank you. But I was wondering if-"
"Would you like some muffins?"
"Wha? No-"
"Cookies? We have several different flavors all baked fresh this morning!"
"I-"
"Pie?" she desperately asked, leaning forward.
"No!"
"Brownies?"
"Wait-"
"Bread? It's bread, right?"
"You don't under-"
"Snaffrackledooters!?"
"Wait, what the heck is a-"
"We have a special on snaffr- mmffph!" Travis' right paw carefully wrapped around her muzzle and held it shut. Silence filled the room for a few moments as an awkwardness drifted between the three.
"Er... can I use your bathroom?" the young raccoon finally asked. Travis smiled and simply pointed towards the back, and the coon cautiously slipped by them, staring at the vixen.
"What's a snaffrackledooter?" mused Travis finally, when the coon had slipped out of sight.
The vixen put her black paws back down onto the counter, mouthing it out silently to herself. She let out a sigh and turned to him, wrapping her paws around his chest. He obediently hugged her, putting his muzzle on her head. A paw slid down her back and rubbed down her spine comfortingly through her white shirt.
"Travis..." she closed her eyes, "I don't think I can do this. I know it's been our dream for the last few years, and..." he waited patiently for her to continue, "...can we put this off for one more day?"
"Are you sure about that? You nearly ripped my head off with anticipation to get started this morning," he chuckled, lightening her heart, "but if you really don't feel ready, we can close up for now."
His paw slid around her rump and gave it a bit of a squeeze, extracting a small yip and a murr from the vixen. Her tongue darted out of her muzzle and she licked under his chin, dragging it through his sleek fur.
"Ahem." The coon cleared his throat, and the couple parted quickly. He walked out of the doorway to the kitchen and padded across the front of the room, giving them a wave, "Thanks. Maybe I'll be back sometime to try the snerffratterflaffles." With a smile he pushed open the door and left, the sound of the bell jingling after him.
Aurorette quickly jumped over the counter and turned the "open" sign around, spinning with a flurry of fur and locking the door in one fluid movement. Travis stretched and moved toward the backroom, murring, "I'll be back down, meet me in the kitchen, if you will?"
All she could do was smile wryly at the offer as she watched him disappear, his bushy tail slipping through the "employees only" door and up the stairs to their new apartment. She took her time closing the curtains, and took up a cookie from a tray, popping it into her mouth as she locked the cash register.
She padded into the kitchen, the cookie falling out of her muzzle in surprise at the fact that Travis was already there, leaning against the countertop wearing only an apron. A sly smile spread across her muzzle as she noticed the large bulge presenting itself around the apron's tied waist.
"How did I ever marry a furvert like you?" she smirked, walking over and nibbling an exposed shoulder.
"Do I have to remind of the time-mpfff!!" she locked her muzzle around his to silence his words. A few moments passed before she broke away again.
"Shhh... not in front of our readers." They both look around suspiciously.
Travis moved away from her, heading to the other side of the kitchen and rummaged through the fridge. "Go ahead and get undressed, I'll be right there. I just got to get some ingredients..." he murred lovingly, balancing two bowls in his hands.
Aurorette licked her muzzle, very much liking where this was going, and carefully untied her apron, slipping out of it and placing it neatly on the table. She hastily unbuttoned her white shirt, with an expert hand, and slid it off her shoulders. As she was folding it, two paws slid down her side and wrapped around her waist, carefully undoing the buttons of her black pants and tugging them down.
The vixen daintily stepped out of them and gave a slight curtsy to the furvert in the apron. He patted a countertop and she looked at him curiously, walking forward slightly with uncertainty. A firm "thwap" on the rump sent her jumping to the task of bending over the big counter top that separated the room in two, her chest and stomach resting against it's flour-kissed surface. He pulled and the elastic of her red panties, shimmying them off of her.
"Mrrr... the health inspector isn't going to like this." She called over her shoulder playfully, closing her eyes with a smile. Her curiousity grew as her ears perked at a rapid squishing noise. A scent of butter began wafting over her nostrils. Her left knee was lifted and put on the counter and Travis grabbed the base of her tail, sending a shiver down her spine. The vixen's tail was lifted and a gentle finger began coating the pucker of her tailhole with hand-warmed butter, gently sliding into her to coat a bit of her rectum as well. She quivered under his touch, parting her muzzle as he prepared her.
"Damn furvert..." she playfully muttered over her shoulder, watching him butter up his manhood, receiving yet another playful "thwap" against her backside. He unclasped her bra, carefully sliding it from under her and tossing it to the ground, her aroused nipples resting against the powdery countertop.
Travis rested a paw on Aurorette's raised thigh, pulling her tail gently as he pushed into her small opening with his rigid girth. She let out a gasp as her sphincter tried to reject it, but cheated by the butter, failed miserably. The rest followed in quickly, his length pushing all the way into her tailhole, awarding him a little groan for his efforts. She tested her hips against him, having never gotten over the way it felt after their first time doing this.
"Hey?" she called over her shoulders, "You're not just going to take advantage of a poor vixen, are you?"
Travis let out a warm chuckle, "My apologies, Madame Aurorette."
To her delight, he slid two fingers into her awaiting love canal, already dripping wet with anticipation. He pushed them in as far as they would go, pressing his thumb against her clitoris. She closed her eyes and moaned softly, her hips tensing slightly from the pleasure.
"Merci, monsieur." She whimpered back to him.
"De rein, Madame." He carefully pulled out of her tailhole and slammed back in with a squelch of butter and precum. The paw that was holding her tail dipped into a bowl of warm chocolate, swirling and dabbing his fingers into it until a good amount had collected. He reached under her chest and kneaded a breast, massaging the warm, sticky substance against her nipple. The vixen gasped as the warm cream was worked against one of her more sensitive parts, and let out a groan of pleasure as he began to pump her with his fingers, gently rubbing her clit with his thumb to build up heat.
Travis began thrusting in and out of her tight tailhole, letting out a small grunt of pleasure, but not neglecting his duties to her as he curled his fingers inside of her wet crevice. She bucked her hips against his hand and foxhood, trying to build up more heat, more friction, more need between the two lovers, holding her breath whenever he forced himself into her and letting out a small whimper of pleasure when he pulled out.
His fingers clamped on to her nibble, causing her to moan, and lightly tugged at it, toying with the now-slippery mound. His fingers slipped out of her, to her distress, but were quickly reintroduced a few thrusts later, his fingers warm and dribbling with chocolate, and began pumping into her again with a new vigor. She moaned loudly, her paws gripping the sides of the counter as his foxmeat ravaged her in the most personal of all ways, claiming her as his. Her thighs quivered with upcoming orgasm.
"Travis..."
"Mnff... I know."
He twisted and pressed his fingers inside of her, thrusting himself forward once more and pushing up with his hips, his knot popping into her and a warm wave of semen kissing her insides. She groaned as his knot forced it's way into her sphincter, crying out his name as she hit her peak moments later, her muzzle stretched with dignity in the air. She wavered and finally collapsed against the surface of the now-sticky countertop.
Travis leaned forward and nibbled her ear, his knot still locked in her warm tailhole. She whiffed her tail over his aproned chest, murring contently with afterglow.
"What now? Do we open up shop, or shall we retreat to our bedroom, perhaps for a nap?" Travis asked quietly between nibbles. She reached up and grasped the underside of his muzzle, licking it.
"Oh, but monsieur, we still have chocolate left."
"Oui." He smiled.
Yeah. That's the story. Now lemme alone. ><; But just incase you want to bother me further, you can contact me over AIM at 'Energetic Vixen', or through email. It's my first story and advice on writing technique and constructive criticism would be most appreciated. (gives a bow) Good night. - Miss Clack