Part 3

After Scarlet had driven back to her apartment and parked her convertible in the garage, Fox escorted her back to her room. The lingering taste of vomit coated his lips, and after disgorging most of the food he had eaten within the last few hours, he felt insatiably hungry again. Yet, neither of those things bothered him as much as the realization that he had given Scarlet a disappointing – miserable, even – night out. As he walked alongside her, he pondered the ways that he could make up for the horrific evening. At this point, he did not even expect a parting kiss from her.

Scarlet's body language hinted at disappointment, but not anger. Nevertheless, Fox feared that he had earned her ire by picking a noisy sports bar as their dinner spot and then throwing up into the popcorn bucket during the goriest movie he had ever seen. At that moment, he realized how much he actually cared about Scarlet and understood why he felt so guilty for botching his date with her.

"If she didn't mean anything to me, I wouldn't feel bad about everything that happened tonight. What's that supposed to mean?"

Before he knew it, he had reached Scarlet's door. The vixen took her key ring and looked through the numerous keys before locating the one for the lock. Inserting it and opening the door, she ambled into her room and turned to face Fox with the door halfway opened.

Fox lowered his eyes and drew out a long sigh. "Sorry, Scars. That was a terrible evening, and I have no excuse for it."

To his shock, Scarlet's face softened, revealing her tender side that she usually kept hidden. "Oh, Fox – stop it! I had a great time with you."

"You did?"

"Of course," Scarlet replied. "Sure, I'll have to re-watch the movie later without a date who can't keep himself from blowing chunks at something as trivial as a first person chainsaw disembowelment; but all in all, I had a great time with you. I definitely won't be forgetting it any time soon, that's for sure."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that. I just wanted you to have a good time tonight."

Scarlet smiled at him and leaned against the door frame, but said nothing.

Scratching the back of his head, Fox looked at the vixen out of the corner of his eye and suggested, "I guess I'd better get going. Goodnight, Scar…"

Before he could move a muscle, Scarlet grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into her suite, then slammed the door shut and flashed him a devious grin. "Oh, no you don't –we're not done just yet."

"We're…not?"

"Of course not," Scarlet answered, shaking her head. "You did all those things for me; so now it's my turn to return the favor."

Fox blushed. "You really don't have to do that, Scarlet. I don't need anything back from you."

"Oh, but I insist," the vixen smirked. Fox felt his heart speed up as she stepped towards him and grabbed him by the arm, leading him towards her bathroom. He had a feeling he knew where this was going. Part of him tried to hold back, but Scarlet refused to have any of it and pulled him through the doorway into her lavish bathroom. Ornate tile covered most of the room's surfaces, including the inside of the nearby glass shower enclosure that stood across from a large Jacuzzi tub that looked easily large enough for two people. Elegant trimmings completed the area, including a small chandelier that hung from the ceiling in the center of the bathroom. To the left, Fox noticed Scarlet's oversized closet and saw several catsuits hanging inside, but after that point, Scarlet gave him no more time to observe the room.

His eyes followed her every movement as she crept towards the shower, reached inside, and turned on the water. The sound of the hot shower sprinkling against the stone surround filled the bathroom, but an even more alluring sound eclipsed it when Scarlet clasped her fingers around her catsuit's zipper and slowly pulled down on it. The zipper descended to her breasts, then to her navel, and finally to her waist, where it came to a stop. Shrugging her shoulders, Scarlet peeled off the stretchy garment and draped it over the nearby bathtub. She still wore a set of pink lace underwear, but Fox had a feeling it wouldn't be staying on for much longer.

As his eyes drank in her breathtaking appearance, she walked towards him, a playful smile on her face. "Hey – remember when you said pink was too girly for me?"

"I take it back," Fox answered, his voice faltering from the dry feeling in his mouth.

Scarlet leaned against the side of the glass shower enclosure and plucked at Fox's shirt. "Your turn, Foxie."

He wished he could have been as shameless about removing clothing as Scarlet was, but then again, he had never worked a job that required him to be partially or completely naked half of the time. On the contrary, Scarlet had.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled his shirt over his head and draped it over the side of the tub next to Scarlet's catsuit, then set to work unfastening his trousers with his back to the vixen. "Um, this is kind of embarrassing," he murmured, looking over his shoulder at Scarlet.

"Oh no, don't tell me you bought that huge truck of yours to compensate for something," she groaned.

Fox pushed his cargo pants down and laid them over top of his shirt, then turned to face Scarlet with a noticeable bulge in the front of his boxers. "Sorry – I can't control it."

Scarlet's eyes widened a bit, but in the best possible way. "Wow, you're not compensating for anything. I approve." She took a step towards him, then reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Of course, being the tease she was, she held it against her body for over five seconds before she dropped it on the floor and bared her chest for Fox. She didn't stop there, though. Still facing Fox, she pinched the sides of her pink thong and pulled them outwards, slowly dragging it down while crouching. With one final movement, she yanked it to her feet and stepped out of it. Standing up once again, she remained motionless and allowed Fox to gawk at her. To his eyes, her trifecta of fur colors accented everything beautiful about her – from her vermillion primary coat to the soft, white fur that covered her chest and abdomen, to the jet black 'stockings' on both her arms and legs below her elbows and knees.

He had thought that her catsuits left nothing to the imagination, but he found himself questioning that reasoning as he stared at her. For one, her favorite clothes held back her shapely, voluptuous breasts that seemed to be begging for his touch; and secondly, the compression created by her catsuits made her look more slender than she actually was.

The vixen interrupted Fox's thoughts by pointing downwards, ordering him to take off his boxers. Blushing, he obeyed her, then blushed again when Scarlet stared at his aroused member and licked her lips.

With her hands on her hips, she took a step towards him and explained, "All right, handsome – this is my little treat for you. Consider it my way of saying 'thanks' for putting up with all the crap you had to deal with tonight." She ran her hands down the length of her body, then added, "So, for as long as you'd like, I'll be your canvas. Touch me all you'd like, but…" she trailed off, "…You might want to save yourself for Part 4, because then it's my turn and it's going to get wild."

Fox smiled at Scarlet and walked towards her. "What did you have in mind?"

The vixen arched her eyebrows. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough." Then, she stepped into the shower, leading Fox by the hand. He closed the shower door, then turned towards Scarlet as she stepped into the shower stream and winked at him. After a moment, she reached over for a nearby shelf and grabbed a bottle of shampoo for her luxuriant black hair. To Fox's surprise, she opened the cap and handed it to him.

Picking up on her cue, he squeezed a healthy dose of the blue fluid into his hand and rubbed it into Scarlet's hair, working it into a lather while tickling her ear with his left hand. Scarlet giggled like someone half her age as his hands wove through her hair while the water from the showerhead rinsed out the soap. When all traces of the white foam had dissipated, Fox put the soap bottle back and gazed into Scarlet's liquid blue eyes, bursting with happiness and passion. "I think this has already made up for what happened earlier," he said with a smile. "Anything else you'd like from me?"

Scarlet reached for his head and pulled him in for a gentle kiss. "You decide. I'm game for just about anything."

A thought occurred to Fox, and he thought that Scarlet might enjoy it. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he turned her around and pressed her against the stone backing of the enclosure. Then, he dug his fingers into her back, working his way through the myriad ridges and outlines created by both bones and muscles. Scarlet twitched when he eased his hand into her shoulder blade. "Oh yeah – right there."

Fox continued massaging her upper back, eliciting numerous moans and quiet gasps from Scarlet, who seemed content to allow herself to be squeezed like dough in his hands. Deciding that he had finished with her upper back, he lowered his hands and worked her sides. Scarlet twitched again, begging him for more. Taking her at her word that he could touch whatever he wanted, he brought both hands to her backside and slowly massaged it. His fingers dug through her fur to her skin as he kneaded her thighs until her tail twitched and swatted him in the face. Taking that as a sign to stop, he stood up, snaked his arms around Scarlet's chest, and pulled her against him chest.

He played with her hair once again; and as before, she laughed. He loved that laugh. A shame, he thought, that it seemed so rare for her to indulge him and the world with it. When he loosened his grip, Scarlet broke free from his grasp and turned to face him, only to snatch up two other implements: a yellow shower pouf and a bottle of foaming soap. She pointed towards the stone bench at the back of the enclosure and said, "Have a seat."

Unsure of what to expect, Fox did as she said and seated himself on the stone shelf. He restrained himself from crossing his legs, because after all, Scarlet seemed to enjoy seeing every inch of his body. His thoughts came to a stop when she poured an extravagant amount of soap into the pouf and squeezed it until it looked like a ball of dripping foam. She walked towards him with the soapy implement in her hand. Then, she handed the pouf to Fox, turned around, and sat on his lap. She leaned backwards and rested her head on Fox's shoulders, then kissed his neck and whispered, "Well, are you going to wash your vixen or not?"

Fox did not need another invitation. Taking the pouf in his hand, he squeezed it and dressed her chest fur with soap, going in a repeating circle before he squeezed out the applicator with both hands. He let out a quiet laugh at the sheer amount of soap that Scarlet had put into the pouf. After Fox squeezed it out and spread it, she looked like she had put on a soap sweater.

Scarlet noticed a large soap bubble on her arm and worked it down to her hand, then brought it to her lips and blew it into Fox's face. The bubble stuck to his nose for all of one second before he swatted at it with his right hand, inadvertently slathering his face with even more soap. Both foxes chuckled, but Scarlet became silent when Fox looped both arms around her back and began working the soap into her fur. Thanks to the sheer amount that Scarlet had used, a vaguely erotic squishing sound accompanied his every movement. He started at her navel, then gradually worked upwards, all the while admiring her body's innumerable facets with his fingers.

When he reached her chest, he leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek, then placed both of his hands on her breasts and began working the soap into her fur. However, unlike her stomach, his hands lingered on her breasts. He gently squeezed them, feeling every inch of her ample bust and reveling in amazement that her breasts seemed completely natural. As his hands brushed over her erect nipples, he stopped and circled his fingers around them, using the copious amount of soap on her chest to his advantage.

A quiet gasp of pleasure escaped Scarlet's lips. At the same time, he smelled the faint scent of her vixen's musk amidst the suffocating fog of soap and drenched fur. He took his hands away from her breasts and leaned against the back of the shower enclosure while her chest rose and fell. He did not need to ask if she had enjoyed his massage session – the serene expression on her face told him that it had been more than satisfying.

Scarlet closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then opened them again and stood up. She washed the soap out of her fur, then turned off the shower and helped him to his feet. Opening the shower door, Scarlet reached for the two yellow towels on a rack nearby and tossed one to Fox before matting her fur with it until it felt dry enough not to drip water across the bathroom floor.

While Fox wrapped his towel around his waist after drying himself, Scarlet tossed hers into a nearby laundry bin and collected her underwear from off the floor. Fox expected her to put it back on, but instead, she walked into her closet and tossed them into another hamper.

Stepping out of the shower enclosure, Fox watched as Scarlet opened a nearby door that looked like a small towel closet – except that the items that she pulled out were anything but towels. The clinking of metal reached Fox's ears, piquing his curiosity. He walked to the front of the bathroom in time for Scarlet to turn and face him, a leather choker around her neck with a leash attached to it. As if that had not been enough, she held a roll of elastic rope in one hand and two thin, square-shaped packages in the other.

While Fox's eyes went wide, Scarlet grinned and slipped the two squares into his hand, imploring him, "You'd better use those, Foxie. I don't want any kits."

"Aww, crap," Fox griped. "Who's going to have all my children now?"

Scarlet picked up on the facetiousness in his voice and replied, "Not me, that's for sure. Now come on – we're not done yet, are we?"

With that, she gave him a sly grin and handed the end of her leash to him, marking the beginning of a late night that he would never forget.