You kept walking and walking until the canine figure became clear to you. It was a Ninetales! The big fire fox known by their elegant nature.
She or he, was sleeping carelessly, lying on the doggy bed, on their stomach as the big snout was right in front of you. The lips barely moved apart, giving you a small glimpse of their white sharp fangs and dark wet gullet. Chills ran through your spines, or it was the cold still shivering your body.
Either scared or not, you were cold and the fire fox was probably warm. Even if it was a risk, it was better than shivering to death. You moved closer to the enormous Ninetales. It didn't seemed to acknowledge your presence, mainly because its asleep and you're extremely small. You scanned its fluffy body. There were so many ways to get yourself heated up with the sleeping Ninetales, some, unwise.
You could easily snuggle up on its golden fur, the big fluffy tails would be the perfect bed.
There were also, the entry holes of the sleeping Ninetales. The slight open maw that seemed to puff an extremely warm air, but there were also the tailhole and whatever genital the golden fox had.
Before you could decide, the Ninetales suddenly yawned. An extremely powerful and hot wind of smelling air hitting your body and making you lose your balance. You fall on your butt before quickly recovering as the Ninetales kept on sleeping like before.
Maybe you should decide on what side of the Ninetales you should focus on before it's too late.
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