"Relianne and Whitefoot" (c) Sapphire, March 24, 2001 f/h - oral - vixen, hermy vixen All rights reserved, no portion of this story may be copied without express written consent of the author. Relianne is (c) Relianne's player, and used with permission. No vixens or other creatures were harmed in the making of the story. Boredom was one thing that Relianne never relished. She had called to check on her assignments, but she was told that she wasn't going to have one that day. She'd worked for many days in a row, both at the escort service and the movie studio and the dark vixen assumed that her bosses had decided to give her a break to 'keep her fresh'. She didn't want to 'be fresh' though, she wanted to satisfy her needs in the most carnal manner possible. Her steely eyes found a copy of 'Romantic Hearts' - a cheap novel that her sister had picked up in one of the few grocery stores in the area. Thumbing through the pages, she realized that the 'good' parts had already been slightly dog eared for easy perusal. She figured that Whitefoot had deemed it to be a quite arousing book, since there were so many pages bent. She turned to some of the nipped pages and began to read, almost immediately putting the novel down. "How does she get into this stuff? I don't want to have to look up words while I'm pawing off." She muttered quietly to herself. "It's about the visualization, Reli," a black vixen giggled from the doorway, wearing her official YIFF uniform, complete with blazer. "It builds up and you can feel the passion between Julianna and Russel," whitefoot shook her head, laughing, "Something you wouldn't understand, sis." The younger vixen startled, before responding, "I understand passion, but nothing compares to the real thing. If I want to imagine the..." the vixen turned to a random page, "'...silken, undulating dalliance of fur...' all I have to do is wait until the night comes, and there I am. You wouldn't understand a hot, nasty encounter with a bunch of strangers, waking up in a puddle of cum with your face buried in a cunt. Prolly faint at the first sight of a cock." Reli murred teasingly, her own needful cock still hard, waiting for something to be around it, whether it be sex, paw, ass or muzzle. "I don't faint at the sight of your cock, Reli." Whitefoot winked, swaying to the foot of the bed with a giggle, sitting upon the white sheets that covered her sister, "I know I've seen it enough times that I would have done it by now." "You're probably immune to it. We are sisters after all." The vixen licked over her muzzle, "What brings you in here? After a bit of incestuous Reli-love? You get to be on top this time," she laughed, her paw slowly wandering underneath the covers to stroke her cock, smearing the pre-come all over the entire saturated length of her shaft. "Well, I know you have the day off. Figured I'd drop in and see if you'd like to go out to the opera to appreciate the music." Whitefoot grinned, her paws smoothing over the edges of her skirt, but not making any motions to unfasten it. With the way that her sister had said it, Relianne was almost prone to believe that her sister had gotten a sudden taste for the cultural arts. "Wow... umm..." Relianne looked down at the foot of the bed, pretending to be guiltily trying to avoid saying no, "That sounds really fun, sis, but can I take a raincheck on it?" She reached out to pull her sister close to her, making the older vixen lie upon her back, in her lap. "I'd much rather sit and chat with my most favorite sister in the whole world. " Whitefoot smirked, laughing softly, "I'm your only sister, Reli. Unless you got one hiding under the bed that I don't know about. You're sure you don't want to become a cultural genius? I mean, how else are you going to discuss the plot points of Paws and Tails with your clients?" The vixen giggled, snuggling herself between Reli's legs, laying her head upon her sister's thigh. She peered up into her sister's eyes, sighing happily. "Usually my clients don't have anything to say after I'm through with them. They only seem to be after one thing for some reason. I wonder why that is? And, opera? I didn't think that you got into that... I've been to a few of them, and it was hard not to fall asleep." The dark vixen murred, her paws lovingly stroking across the sides of her sister's black muzzle. "It was hard for me not to fall asleep, too. Nah, I was thinking that we could go out and do something - maybe hit the sushi place and go to a movie? I heard that we've made another one that's hitting the theaters tonight. I know the owner, so I bet we could get in free." Whitefoot's expression grew whimsical, like she had something in mind. "Sounds great! I've been having a craving for some of the teriyaki ginger beef maki that the place has. And their noodles are just *so* very good! Unless you have a different restaurant in mind than the one we normally go to." Relianne murred softly, glancing at the clock - it was only four in the afternoon. "Little early to be going out, though, isn't it? All of the good furwatching doesn't happen until late at night in the theaters." "Nah, let's avoid the rush - I have something in mind that I'm sure you'll like. It's a surprise!' The older vixen smiled, "Amari will meet us there, but I've given her strict instructions not to talk about work at all, so you don't have to worry about that." Whitefoot murred softly as her sister's fingers caressed over her shoulders, teasing at the jacket that she wore. "You and work, sis. You're always at it, why don't you take more of a vacation than one night?" Reli murmured as her paw tickled over Whitefoot's forehead, scritching. "I heard you last night, up into three in the morning, what was that all about?" The dark vixen asked, her nails drawing little circles in the lush fur of her sister's neck, just underneath the collar. "I was looking over the numbers from last quarter, seeing how the company is doing. And, why should I take a vacation from a job I love? I see you getting all pouty because you don't have any assignments tonight. Why should I be any different?" The older vixen grinned, lifting her paws above her head to lightly rub Relianne's sides, stroking them through the sheet. "There's a big difference between that. Besides, we're snuggling. We're not going to talk about work at all. Frankly, I think that it's the uniform that you're wearing, you should take it off." Relianne cooed happily, brushing her paws more firmly over the slick black blazer, caressing very tenderly. "It's not the uniform, work is always on my mind. I guess I'm the one who has to keep a delicate balance between all of the different divisions of it. You don't think that we got this far by working only during business hours, do you?" the black vixen murred softly as the buttons of her jacket were undone by slender, loving paws. "No, sis. I know that you're part of the core of the company, but I think you're stressing out and thinking too much. YIFF was founded on the principles of being the best at what they do, which is the art of pleasure." Reli giggled, shaking her head slightly, "now you've got me sounding all serious." She said under her breath, bending all the way over her sister to undo the final button of the jacket, leaving her ample breasts to hang in the other vixen's face. "It's contagious, I think." Whitefoot grinned, her head sliging perfectly between the beautiful dark globes, tickling at the fur cheerily. Relianne's paws dragged over the fabric of the jacket, parting it so a flap was touseled upon either side. "Contagious, my ass. I just think you need to let loose a bit. Palanian goes on vacations, but how long has it been for you? Months? Years? I'm absolutely sure that YIFF can run itself for a week. Your office managers are quite capable of handling it without you and Amari - at least for a little while." Claws dragged through Whitefoot's chestruff, tickling lightly. Whitefoot shrugged out of her jacket, grinning up to the persuasive vixen, "I know, but, I really enjoy my job -it's hectic all of the time, and it makes money for the company. " She murred, gasping as her sister's paws pushed at her skirt. After a few tries, she was successful in getting the silk around Whitefoot's thighs, stroking the rich ebon fur lightly, "I do too, but you have to lay off of it sometime. You work more than I do, and I've got something to do almost every day of the week." The younger vixen smiled, coaxing her sister to raise her legs so that she could slide the skirt right off of them. "And you're not doing something as fun as I am. Whitefoot shook her head, lifting herself to pull the jacket from underneath her, tossing it to the side. "I'm doing a job every bit as fun as yours, sis. It's just different." She was beginning to get the tinges of quiet irritation in her voice. Relianne sat back upon the headboard, laughing. "Tell me about the last time that your job left you nearly comatose, spinning in a pool of cum, and your pussy inflamed from all the fucking it had gotten. Tell me the last time you felt free, the ecstasy pumping through you like life's blood?" The fox murred, "You can't, can you? Sure, you have Amari to get you off anytime you like, but who was your last lover besides me and her? You're selling yourself short and not taking full advantage of the situation you're in." "But you're irresponsible, fucking all the time, living with your sister. Too much of a good thing... isn't. I don't think that I'm selling myself short, I'm merely doing the best job that I can." Whitefoot murmured as her white paw caressed her own breast, tugging at her nipple lightly. "I do it all day because it's my job. And it's fun - one of the few things that I do that I enjoy." The younger vixen scritched at her sister's shoulderblades, teasing at the jet fur. "you should join me on one of my assignments, that'll be fun!" "Nah, I'll just stick to what I do now." Whitefoot trilled, crossing her paws over her chest. "We don't have time to play, sis, unless you want to miss happy hour at the sushi bar. Their buffet is great!" The black vixen murred sweetly, her eyes delight in the moment. "if you say so, but there is something I need to take care of if you're not." Relianne chirred, making a motion to her wide, nine inch cock underneath the covers. "I just woke up, you know." The vixen smiled, still caressing lightly over her sister's ears. Whitefoot could definitely feel and see the bulge that was near her head. She knew that her sister was always yiffy when she first woke up, then she thought about it - her sister did have an erection a good percentage of the time. "That never seems to make a difference, Reli" The black vixen chirred quietly, leaning closer on her sister's lap to nuzzle at the bulge. "Hey, I'm not horny all the time! So I was blessed with being a vixen, I can't help it." The fox protested, curling her black tail defiantly around herself. "you're a vixen too! You know about our special needs." She grinned, drawing in a deep breath as she felt her sister's nosepad touch the sheet. "I know our special needs, darlin, but I can ignore them better than you can." Whitefoot teased, "I have more on my mind than sex and general naughtiness." Her tail batted upon Reli's calf lightly, thumping out a soft version of morse code. "You work for a company that specializes in sexuality. What was the unofficial slogan? More cum means more profits?" She let her paw stray over Whitefoot's neck, touseling the black fur. She leaned even further into the headboard, allowing herself a good sprawl. "So, are you gonna take care of this little problem I have? Or do I have to resort to pawing off in the shower?" "if it's what's going to get you out of bed, I guess I'll take care of you." The older vixen sighed, mock exasperatedly. "The things I have to do to keep our sibling bond up." She murred, quickly adding a smile to her muzzle. In truth, she loved the cute and playful vixen quite a bit, and she enjoyed her company to the utmost. Relianne giggled softly, "I would have gotten up, anyway," she laughed, dragging the covers down from over her stiff red cock. "maybe I'm a slut because I got both sides of the 'coin' when it came to genders." She mused, half to herself. "I don't know what it is, Reli. Maybe you should branch out and pick up a couple of hobbies. I've heard that cooking is fun - and I know you need help with that after the attempt at Phoenix food." Well, that wouldn't have gotten messed up, had it not been for Reli getting distracted - the smell took a week to get out of the house. Whitefoot lifted her paws to push Relianne's out of the way, still nuzzling slowly over the covers. "Mm.. Yeah, but you seemed to enjoy what I got distracted with." The younger vixen smiled, relaxing as she watched her sister fondly, studying the sparkle within her brown eyes. "Yes.. how could I not?" She responded with a wink, turning her head down to study her 'target'. They sat in silence for several moments, before Whitefoot decided to move, and take care of the issue at 'paw' for her sister. Whitefoot murred softly as she reached to tug further at the pure white cotton sheet that covered Relianne's groin. Her paw was very gentle as she dragged it downward, her own body having to shift to remove it more than a few inches. She smiled, getting another playful expression upon her muzzle as she squirmed, getting herself underneath the sheet, making a Whitefoot sized lump. "See? I didn't faint..." She gasped dramatically, her head landing hard upon the inside of her sister's thigh, her body twitching as if in rigor mortis. Relianne smirked, her paw immediately against the black vixen's ears, scritching them gently. "Silly!' She exclaimed, shaking her head as she relaxed, moving some of the pillows so that she could prop herself up and see the lump of sis that was there. "Don't you feel like you work on my end of the company now?" She murred, her tail dancing while her paws meandered over the silken black fur of the other vixen's neck. "Oh yeah.. but, I get to choose who I do this to." Whitefoot giggled, her paws curling up on the insides of Relianne's thighs, teasing the soft pelt that she was close to. She mmed happily, her pink tongue traveling from her muzzle to lick from the base of her sister's cock, all the way to the very top so that she could smear the copious amounts of precome around it. She tasted, blushing, finding that it tasted quite musky and spicy, like a vixen who was in heat. "You taste as good as I remember, sis." She murred once more, her tonguetip wiggling at the head, just underneath the sensitive flap of skin. Reli gasped happily, doing all that she could not to push her hips up into her sister's face. Whitefoot's angular muzzle fell over the tip, her body shifting underneath her so that she could get a better angle. She opened her muzzle tenuously, embracing the already slick red head with her lips, tugging upon it lightly, suckling upon the juices that fell from it. The black vixen murred silently, her throat rumbling to the way that her sister tasted, the large head quickly lapped over. She touched her tongue to the very tip, wiggling right upon the tiny opening that she found. Relianne squeaked softly, her hips shifting forward still trying not to push her entire cock into her sister's muzzle. She knew that it would be well worth waiting for, and, even though they had plans to leave, she wanted to savor the moment for as long as possible. Her muzzle was warm, and the way that Whitefoot pursed her lips made it feel almost like a pussy was around her cock, the slow, undulating suckling driving her insane with happiness and desire. "You.. you went down on me.. yesterday, though. Not much of a change, is there?" Relianne asked hesitantly, her paws seeping over the sides of the darker vixen's muzzle, scritching the sides of it. Relianne only got a quiet rumbling in response, White's muzzle slowly dipping down, fully embracing all that she could, allowing the head to tickle at the back of her throat. She'd learned a long time ago how to relax the muscles to better take her sister when they were growing up together. There was no shame involved, merely love, adoration and mutual respect between the two vixens. She swallowed, her entire black furred body moving with ease against the bed as she let her lips fall repeatedly down to the base, never altering her pace from her deliberate tonguing. It was one of the games that she enjoyed playing, seeing how long it would take until Relianne began using her muzzle to get off. The black vixen's paw slid along the underside of Relianne's cock, tickling lightly at her balls where there was a rapidly growing knot. She knew that her sister was definitely getting into the sensations that she was receiving, she could feel Reli's paws trembling against her shoulders. Indeed, Whitefoot was Relianne's favorite lover, and the moments that they shared in an intimate lock went far beyond simple mating. "Orrf.." Relianne whimpered, her tail lashing fitfully upon the bed once more as Whitefoot's fingernails traveled along the quite sensitive tissue along her sac. Whitefoot giggled to herself, amazed at the power that she had over her sister, the same power that Relianne exerted over her from time to time. They'd moved away from each other, been apart for several years, but having Relianne in town once more completed the vixen, she could not only make sure that her younger sib was safe, she could also delight in the pleasures that they'd shared from long ago. Two fingertips found their way against the more feminine aspect of Reli, sliding easily into the moistened passage, completely soaking Whitefoot's paw without hesitation. She mewled quietly, nearly staggering as she found herself pushed into more of a fervent splendor, Relianne's paw guiding her face down onto her cock with more eagerness. Time was not important to either of the vixens, Whitefoot dipped her deliciously soaked digits into Reli's awaiting sex, forming a counter-rhythm with her suckling. Moaning, the younger vixen couldn't hold herself back much longer, hastily thrusting herself into Whitefoot's muzzle, to be carefully embraced with the sweet wet warmth that was reminiscent of the tight passage that her cock had been ensconced in only the night before. She grabbed at her sister's shoulders, pushing her down, making the both of them gasp as passion and love nearly immediately gave way to lust and vigor. Relianne's hips pushed eagerly past the confines of her sister's muzzle, deep into her throat as the knot at the base of her cock swelled further, beckoning and singing out its cry for release. The pace quickened, each moment becoming more elaborate into the maelstrom of beauty and bliss, the red staff dipping shamelessly into incestuous territory, nearing that moment where there was only ecstasy. The dark vixen's balls contracted once, then again in rapid succession, the cream beginning to flow more rampantly into Whitefoot's muzzle. "Ohh... Whitefoot!" Relianne squealed through her panting, her voice degenerating into a series of strained yips and murrs, her tail anxiously dipping against the bed, thumping upon it as she squirmed haplessly into the delight that she felt. Another twitch of her balls, and a flood of her cream began to spurt into Whitefoot's throat, making her gag slightly with the overwhelming tastes of her sister's essence. The dark vixen drew her head up, tugging eagerly upon the very tip of Reli's cock, allowing a bit of the tasty seed to flow out of the corners of her muzzle. She drank from the fountain, the hard, heavy flow of cum nearly drowning the vix, but she drank it all with a passion, adoring her sister's flavor. Whitefoot murred pleasedly, looking up only after she was assured that she had gotten all of her sister's climactic flow, licking her lips to catch the straggling strands of white that besmirched her pure black muzzle. She cooed, leaning down to rub her face over the still turgid shaft, her fur tickling along the edges of it eagerly. Relianne giggled softly, stroking over her sister's ears with long, delicate fingers, teasing the hard ridges with her nails. "I'd much rather be able to do this when I wanted to, you know... That's why I don't do what you do." Whitefoot winked, following the urge to climb up over her sister for better snuggling purposes. "I think you're afraid of the 'danger' factor that's involved in what I do. You like to know what you're getting into before you do it. Which is totally cool." Relianne smiled, her paws embracing around her sister's form, her fingers scritching up and down the black fur, making the older vixen squirm eagerly to try to get the still itchy parts that were on her body. "I just like the element of surprise, not knowing what I'm going to be doing any given night, knowing that my services are needed, rather than staying behind the scenes like you do." The black vixen planted several kisses upon Relianne's lips, her own still tasting like her sister's cum. She sighed happily as she glanced to the clock on the closeby table - they'd only been playing for about half an hour. "So you want to go and get some raw fish to clean your palette?" Whitefoot asked innocently, her tummy rumbling, despite the meal of protein that she'd just gotten. She was wanting some of the large shrimp rolls that the sushi place specialized in, and she wasn't planning on waiting for too long. "Do we have to leave? We can just order the stuff in, and not have to put on clothes. " Relianne pouted, she was quite cozy with her sister, adoring the feeling of bare fur against fur. Her fingertips scooped underneath Whitefoot's tail in the hopes that she could keep her sister from moving, but Whitefoot was determined. "They don't deliver, do they? They should!" She was still panting and trembling from the heavenly delights that she had just indulged in. "No, they don't deliver. Besides, we need to get to the theater before six thirty. Amari's going to meet us there." The vixen mused softly, "And we don't want to keep her waiting." The black vixen tried to get out of the bed, but the grasp upon her tightened slowly. Relianne was reluctant to let her sister move even a millimeter away from her. She placed a kiss upon Relianne's nose, and began squirming a bit more to leave her sister's embrace. "Okay, you have a point. Though, Amari's incredibly cute when she's pouty." Relianne laughed softly as she released her hold upon Whitefoot, slowly turning to look around the room, pondering what to wear. She watched her sister put on the same outfit that she'd come in with, the YIFF blazer and skirt, transforming back into the business fur in less than a few minutes. Relianne was determined not to go that route, though. She didn't want to advertise what company that she worked for. "Put on your YIFF t-shirt, Reli." Whitefoot murmured as she let her tail trail behind her, putting on the finishing touches of her clothing. Whitefoot looked almost perfect in her sleek black skirt and blazer, a true professional, Reli thought. The dark vixen grinned as she tugged her tail through the hole for it, pondering putting a large red bow upon the base of it. She chose against that, turning to look to Reli, who was standing in front of the closet door, her muzzle agape. "What do you have in mind, sis?" Relianne asked as she chose her T- shirt with the YIFF logo on it, as well as a pair of jet black jeans that hugged her cock tightly. She looked down over herself, swaying in front of her sister in a half dance, her paws crossing behind her as she watched Whitefoot get the remaining touches of her outfit on. "Oh, you'll see. C'mon, let's go." The older vixen giggled as she scampered out of the room, snagging her keys along the way. Relianne shrugged, and followed, the both of them going out to Whitefoot's 'craft for delicious sushi.