The padding of the feet with regular rhythm could be heard before the sight of the creature... well, less of padding, more of thumping. For it's size, the creature was certainly graceful, barely making a tremor at all. As it entered, Brian had to crane his neck upward... and took in the odd sight. It looked like a fox, a human, and... another fox up its rear all at the same time, with no clothes anywhere on her body. He'd not heard of the correct term of foxtaur before, and simply stood dumbstruck. The vixentaur spotted him and approached slowly, her eyes locking with his in such a way that any thoughts he had of escape seemed to melt away. Bending down, she picked him up in her hand, bringing him up to a spot in front of her face, just above her muzzle. Scrutinizing the small being, she seemed to purr.
"Salutations," cooed the vixen. "Are you enjoying sneaking around in my house without permission?"
Brian could hardly formulate a response, but she mentally jabbed himself into saying something. "I... huh? I didn't know..."
The vixen snickered. "It's perfectly all right, of course. I don't mind little morse-err, little men getting in. I'd be happy to give you a tour, too... I just have one eensy weensy little rule about it..."
Brian raised an eyebrow. "R-rule? What's that?"
"Well," explained the vixen, "I couldn't have you wander around and get hurt. You have to ride the fox-trolley. Don't worry though, the seats are comfy and you won't have to worry about bugs... it's an enclosed trolley, you see."
"Ah... enclosed? Fox-trolley? I don't know..." Brian thought over the words, but he didn't see what she meant. "What's that?"
"Well, it's explained simply enough... by this." Bending down, she placed Brian on the ground gently. Her massive paws padded past, then the back ones as well... though they stopped soon. They seemed to bend a bit, like trees in the wind. Brain wondered about this, and looked up; his explanation came in an instant. The vixen's rump was heading down toward him at a quick, smooth pace, almost hypnotically slow... The pucker at the nexus of her back cheeks and tail became more and more detailed by the second, as it soon was right above him, just barely touching his head...
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