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Master Willow and I had been summering it up in an old but cosy beach house for the last couple of days. During the day it had been hot, but during last night thunder shook the house, sending me into whimpering fits. I could remember that I was clinging to Master, my head buried into his chest desperate to muffle the sound of the thunder and my own cries of fright as each roll seemed to roar louder than the one before. The last thing I could remember from that night was the placing of headphones upon my little foxy ears as I fell asleep to the sound of Gorillaz (my favorite band) wrapped in Masters arms and a soft, inviting blanket that kept the chills out.

When I woke up in the morning, master was no-where to be found. I whimpered as I felt kinda bad for being so clingy and needy last night. I had never Been so bad around master, as I had never experienced a thunderstorm in his presence. As I realize that the blanket was half slid off my body, I began to shiver. I hopped out of bed and desperately looked for one of masters T-Shirts, so I knew it would cover my...ahem...area. I found masters t-shirt on the floor from last night and welcomed his familiar mix of both natural and after shave smell. It shrouded me and made me feel quite comforted, despite the heavy headache that my body currently was dealing with.

I crept out of the room, wanting to surprise master with a glomp whilst thanking him so much for last night. I tiptoe in the kitchen, knowing that if Master was not in bed, and there was no note that he was making breakfast. The smells confirm my belief as the gorgeous smell of freshly sizzling sausages hit my nose and i lick my nuzzle hungrily. I poke my head around the door trying not to giggle as Master stands there wagging his pine marten butt to headphones conveniently (for me that is) placed on his head. I tip toe behind him, standing on the tips of my toes so that I was able to cover his eyes with my paws.

I try not to giggle as I say as manly as I can (which is not very manly at all for a submissive male fox) "Guess Who"

I could hear Master chucking as he pulled his headphone off his handsome pine marten ears and around his neck. "You cant fool me that easily, pet" he deliberately says sexually, trying to get me to blush. I sigh and remove my hands from master, wrapping them around his waist instead as he cooked, practically spooning him even though it did not look quite right due to me being a short ass. I squeaked as Master Willow's hand travelled behind me, squeezing my bum with a playful nature "Go set the table for us please pet, we are having your favorite"

I lick my lips and do as instructed as I imagine the sausagey-tomatoey-baconey-sandwichy yummyness that I know master is constructing. I come bounding back carrying my favorite cup (that I'd covered with cute cat stickers) my eyes silently begging for my morning glass of milky refresh ness. I giggle as Master lifts me onto the counter tops, placing a small kiss (small, but still enough to make me blush)upon my forehead before heading to the fridge. I lick my lips, tail wagging accidentally hitting the inside of the pan in the process, causing me to hiss out in pain.

At the sound of my distress, Master drops the milk and instantly runs over. In that time I'd scooped it up into my arms whimpering. Master, being a qualified first aider, rubs my back cooing me into letting go of my tail. He picks me up carrying me over to the sink, resting me in his arms as he applies the tip of my long, fluffy tail to the cold water. I hiss slightly but am soon shushed and calmed as Master relaxes me in the best way he knows, scritching just under my ear. I instantly relax loving all the attention I am suddenly receiving, and decide to take the opportunity to thank him for last night.

"T...Thank you for last night Master. For being there and everything" I shyly thank, hiding my blush by nuzzling up to his soft, furry chest. I scritch his neck, it was his favorite place and was the only place where he let me play more of a mastery role on him, the rest of the time not being allowed to try and make him blush. I scritch up to behind his ear, giving him a soft kiss on the nose deliberately trying to be cute to get away with the extra scritching.

After Master was satisfied with the cooling of my tail, and had recovered from his brief spell of enjoyment, he removed a bandage from the kitchen's first aid kit, keeping me steady in his arms whilst he wraps, before setting me on one of the seats at the table for eating. I watch Master dish up the food as I lick my lips greedily, wondering if I'd be eating from my own chair, or from Master's lap like at home.

"I said it was fine, pet" He said with a soft smile, putting the plate in front of me, sitting next to me. He had not given me any cutlery so I knew I was to not dig into it yet. I lick Masters finger teasingly as he pulls some of my hair out of my view and behind my eyes. He always said that i would make a cute emo, but I would be too happy and bouncy to live up to the "darkness" of it all. I giggle as Master pats his lap. He knew exactly how to make his little pet happy.

I hop off my chair, tail wagging as I gently sit on Master, swinging my legs softly singing to myself, allowing my tail to wrap around Masters waist as it always does when we are cuddled up. I see Master pull a knife and fork from his pocket, I lean closer to master against his cuddly, bare chest so that he can see over my fluffy head and to the plate

"Here comes the train! Chooo Chooo!" He playfully teases. I open my mouth and melt at the delicious sausage. I love Master, he does everything just how I like it and never fails to impress me. He even remembered to put mustard in the pan whilst the sausages were cooking. Of course, I love him for more reasons than food. He's also really good at beating my ass at this game called Osu!

"Maaaaster...What are we doing todays?" I ask between the delicious bites of sandwichy-like goodness. I was excited that I got to spend the whole week with Master, without his or my parents finding us cuddling. I get side tracked as I think about how my parents don't understand us, just because we are cuddlers, even though he was not my mate, or even sexual master. We like things the way they are, cute, sweet and innocent.

"I was thinking, would my little foxy like to go to the beach?" He asks a question he already knows the answer to. Master knows I love the beach, especially resting on Master's chest as he swims and making our home out of sand."Silly master ish silly" I say, booping his nose, nodding my head "Of course"

Master chuckles and continues to feed me until my plate is empty, then eating his own. He's always fed me before him, but I feel guilty if that means his meal has gone cold. I run off to pick out the clothes from the suitcase that i want to wear today, still snuggled up in master's t-shirt with a white paw print on the front. I pull out my swimming trunks, with tail hole and a tank top style t-shirt to wear for the time being. I rummaged for my sandals, pouting when I could not find them.

"Are these what you are looking for?" Master asks behind me. I turn around and see him holding tattered sandals. "I'm sorry" Master mutters. "Next door's dog got to them.." I must admit, I did love those sandals but I'd get over it. However, this didn't mean that I wouldn't hold a grudge against the dog, and I was more worried about my sensitive paws against the hot sand.

Anyway, this was same dog who kept us up all night and barked for attention even when one of us wanted to relax in the garden. I felt tears in my eyes because he had ruined everything again. Without proper sandals for my sensitive feet, how could I even go to the beach? I wiped my eyes not wanting to worry Master as he took me by the shoulders and placed a soft kiss upon my forehead, ruffing my hair.

"Don't worry pet, Master won't let your cute little feet touch the boiling hot sand" I instantly feel better, knowing that Master will look after me. He walks to the clothes I have selected and starts picking his own whilst I myself get dressed, but with socks too now that I'm going to have to wear my trainers there, although socks with sandals are a lot cooler.

We leave for the beach five minutes later, swimming stuff and money for slush puppies packed. We headed for the bus stop hand in hand, my collar fastened around my neck so that everyone knew that I was Masters, and only his. We hop onto the bus and the last thing I remember is falling to sleep against masters slowly rising and falling chest.