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Vassals by rabbitinafoxden

Vassals

rabbitinafoxden

Ginger was in serious trouble.


She had been expecting some issues. She had expected the ambassador from the Vulpine nation to be belligerent, rude, and possibly aggressive. They had demanded that the springhare people become a vassal nation to them, after all. The vulpines were underestimating the springhares, and Ginger was prepared for a little aggression. Her job was supposed to be to give them a firm "no," to show that her people wouldn't be so easily intimidated -- nevermind the fact that such a request wasn't even possible.


She hadn't expected... this.


The female vulpine who had arrived was not what Ginger had expected. She was friendly and calm. She wasn't even dressed like an ambassador (at least, not like any ambassador ginger would have imagined), wearing a slinky dress that showed off the fox's impressive curves. It was all so surprising, it had thrown Ginger off.


And the vulpine had taken advantage of it. It turned out she was aggressive, just not in the way Ginger had expected.


"Miss Damask? Is everything okay?" The vulpine ambassador asked, reaching out and placing a hand on Ginger's shoulder.


"Y-yes," Ginger responded, swallowing hard.


Rather than stay a distance away from Ginger while they talked, the fox had gotten very close. And she kept touching Ginger, which was flustering her to no end. It didn't help that the vulpine was almost twice her height.


"That's good, because I want you to understand that his really is to both our people's advantage. This isn't just a greedy attempt to grab power."


More like a greedy attempt to grab a meal, Ginger thought. That was good, she should just say that, but when she opened her mouth, all that came out was a small squeak.


The vulpine smiled and began stepping around Ginger, moving behind the small springhare. The hand stayed on her shoulder, and the fox's large, bushy tail trailed behind her, brushing against Ginger's abdomen. "Becoming vassals would mean protection. Aid. We could pool our resources, help your people spread even further."


The ambassador was directly behind Ginger now, leaning down over her: Ginger could feel her own tall ears brushing against the fox's chest. The fox's other hand came down, grasping Ginger's upper arm. The hand on her shoulder moved up, gently cupping Ginger's chin, her fingers running through the springhare's soft fur.


"And all that would be required in return..." The fox leaned down close to Ginger's ear. Though she kept her gaze straight ahead, she could hear the fox's lips part, feel that hot breath washing over her large ear.


"... is a tithe."


Ginger swallowed hard. Her heart was pounding in her chest, as though it thought it could beat its way right up her throat. Her fur was standing on end, and her face felt flushed.


She didn't have to ask what kind of tithe. She knew exactly what the fox meant.


"And if not, well..."


Ginger felt the fox's hot breath again, this time on the back of her neck. Then she felt the teeth: hot and sharp, pricking against the skin of her throat. The fox had leaned in close behind Ginger, turned her head, and opened her mouth, wrapping her jaws around Ginger's throat.


She could end the springhare's life right now. A quick snap, her windpipe crushed (or possibly even torn out), and Ginger Damask would collapse onto the floor. She doubted anyone would be able to get her to a medic fast enough to save her.


But the fox's teeth didn't pierce her skin. Instead, their grip loosened, and the fox pulled back. The fox brought her muzzle back up to Ginger's ears.


"Then we'll take a whole lot more."


The fox slunk back around Ginger, stopping a few steps away in front of her, and turned to face her. She just stood there, obviously waiting for an answer.


Ginger's whole body was shaking. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I'm s-sorry, ma'am, but n-no. You c-can't intimidate us." She involuntarily winced as she looked up at the fox, trying to gauge her response.


But instead of responding with anger, the vulpine ambassador just smiled.


"I had kind of hoped you would say that."


The fox stepped forward, stepping up to Ginger again. She leaned down close. Her muzzle parted.


Ginger's whole body tensed. Was this it? Was the vulpine about to make an example of her? Would Ginger be leaving this meeting on the inside of her fur?


But instead the fox just kissed her on the forehead.


Then she reached forward with one hand, cupping Ginger's chin and lifting it, so they were looking into each other's eyes. "Tell your people they'll be seeing us again soon. I hope we get to meet again, cutie." She slowly ran her tongue down the length of her muzzle. "Yes, I hope that very much indeed."


Then the fox turned and left, heading back towards her ship, leaving the Ginger standing there, still shaking uncontrollably.


Oh stars, what had she just done?





Voretober day 2!


This one's a gift art (and story!) for Spot Tea. She was telling me about this concept of a vulpine ambassador taking advantage of a space springhare's natural tendency towards being flustered, and I ended up fleshing it out into a whole story and picture. I'm pretty proud of the pose in this one, too! Also that mouth. I sometimes struggle to do good long-snouted mouths in a 3/4s view, but I'm pretty happy with the vixen here.


No actual vore in this, but I'm still tagging it vore because it's very strongly implied.





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