Chapter 7

“Mmmm… so good! Would you like some, Kitsune?”

About one month ago, I arrived in Tokyo alone. It was my dream to live and work in Japan for a very long time. The oddity of the culture, the politeness of its people, and the beauty of the language, among other things, attracted me. But when I arrived, I became homesick immediately. It was a foreign place, after all. So, of course, I was homesick. I was lonely too, and I expected that I might be. But I didn’t count on how stark the loneliness would be. I never thought that in one of the most populated cities in the world, one of the densest masses of humanity, I’d sometimes feel like I was marooned in the deepest part of space.

New York City was the Big Apple. Paris was the City of Lights. Tokyo had always evaded a nickname, but if they asked me, I’d call it the Big Lonely.

Weirdly, I ought to be thankful to Tokyo. I ought to be thankful for the loneliness. I ought to be thankful that it stripped me down to such a vulnerable state that I was willing to do some soul-searching. That’s when I found Rika. That’s how I was willing to accept her into my life. In any other circumstance, I might have carried on beating through my career-driven life, keeping my eyes so attentively on the grindstone that I would have never had the chance to discover someone like her. But here she was, her breasts bared to me, milk ekeing out of them unapologetically, and here I was, foxtail butt plug in my ass, ready to suckle. The Big Lonely made this possible.

“What will it be, Kitsune? Do you want milk? Yes, or no?” She prodded.

Tok Tok Tok! Time to wake up from my fever dream. But I didn’t wake. I was still here. Rika was waiting for me to answer.

“Yes, mistress. I want some milk,” I answered.

“Very well. Then I will give you some.”

She yanked on the leash to pull me upright into a sitting position while straddling me. I propped myself up with my arms. She guided me to a nipple. I latched onto it. I suckled. Milk flowed into my mouth. So, so sweet was the taste. Sweeter than any milk I’ve ever had.

Rika moaned. She pressed my face into her plump breast.

“Yes, Kitsune. Just like that. Have as much as you want because you’ve been such a good, good girl.”

Greedily, I sucked one, and then the other. I was messy while I did it. The milk streamed out the side of my mouth, neck, and chest. Rika stroked my hair with one hand. The other hand went down to my pussy to rub my clit and she rubbed me while I continued sucking.

I let the milk pool up in my mouth. I let it pool until it was spilling over my lips, and only then did I swallow. I did this with one tit, then the other.

I played with her nipples too. I twirled my tongue around them, flicked them, gnawed gently on them and pulled on them. But the best was when I sucked, and milk, an endless supply, it seemed, came flowing out.

“Cum for me while you drink my milk, Kitsune,” she said.

I could cum for her. That part was easy.

The pleasure waves came quickly. Feeling them through my pulsing pussy, she pumped her fingers inside me faster. I sucked harder. I wanted to suck her dry of all her milk. But it was never-ending.

My orgasm erupted suddenly. I had to stop sucking so that I could scream from the intensity of the pleasure. With every orgasmic contraction of my muscles, my asshole tightened around the buttplug inducing pain. But the pain served only to intensify the pleasure. Now I could see why people loved it! The sensation was like nothing else. My mouth was full of milk, so when I went to scream, milk sprayed out like a geyser. I sprayed it all over Rika. But she didn’t mind. She only laughed, keeping the white droplets splattered all over her naked body.

“Good Kitsune,” Rika said.

“Thank you, mistress. But…”

I was so delirious I didn’t even have faculty to speak. I was slurring like I had far too much to drink.

“I want to make you cum, too.”

“Is that so, Kitsune?”

“I think I can allow that. Lay down.”

She positioned herself so that her pussy hovered over my face. She spread her lips to give me better access.

I craned my neck up and licked it.

She moaned. She ground her pussy roughly against me, smearing my lips, chin, and cheeks with her sex. She jolted. She let out sharp yelps.

“Oh fuck, Kitsune! You’re so good with your tongue!”

She squeezed her breasts together with her hands so harshly that milk dribbled out of them. The droplets splattered on my face. Some hit my eyes, but I didn’t mind that. I just wiped them away.

It didn’t take long before I felt her nearing eruption. She pushed her pussy into my mouth. I stuck my tongue deep inside her vagina. I sucked on her clit. She began to convulse. She squeezed her tits even harder so that more milk rained down on me, and she screamed out so loud that it echoed off the garden walls outside. She came. Her sex trickled into my mouth, its sharp taste mingling with the lingering sweetness of her milk.

Rika collapsed next to me, breathing hard, quivering from the aftershocks. She snuggled up to me and kissed me tenderly. “Thank you, Kitsune. That was wonderful.”

Afterward, she removed my foxtail (which hurt coming out as much as it did going in!), then my collar and leash, and then she took me by the hand to lead me to the garden, first for a cleansing shower beneath a waterfall showerhead that was surrounded by a stand of bamboo, and then to relax in her onsen, where we submerged our naked bodies and simmered. The test was over. I was no longer Kitsune, and she was no longer my mistress. Our identities resumed being what they normally were. I was Jen, and she was Rika. We discussed the experience like it was a fun movie we had just finished watching at the cinema.

“I know it’s strange, but it’s special to me,” Rika said. “The intimacy, the trust, and the freedom to truly be who you are. There’s nothing quite like it. I love how boundless it makes me feel. It takes a lot for me to trust someone enough to share it with them, but I love sharing it. I’m glad I could share it with you.”

We held each other and talked about other things too. We talked about the more normal parts of our lives like our favorite comfort food (mine was ramen, hers was tacos), our dream vacation (mine skiing in Niseko, hers an African safari), and other such things. When the onsen became too hot, we ran to the shower and drenched ourselves with frigid water, then hurried back to the warmth of the onsen. Rika brought out tea for us, and we drank the tea. Then we finished the night by making love again in the onsen, not as Kitsune and Mistress Rika, but as Jen and Rika. I couldn’t get enough of her milk. I loved suckling her and I got to suckle some more.

I slept over. We slept in late, had a lazy brunch in a sunny café nearby, went for a meandering stroll, and bought some taiyaki, a fish-shaped sweet bean cake, from a street cart. She had plans that night with some of her friends. She asked if I wanted to join, but I was so frazzled that I opted to go home to wind down. It’s good to be alone sometimes. We parted ways with a kiss and a hug. I couldn’t help but keep my eyes on her as she walked away. Funny how nice it was, the very vanilla romance we had outside the strange intensity of our roles as pet and mistress. How stark the difference between those two worlds, yet how natural it was to move between them.

The following Monday, I went to work with my collar on, covered by a scarf. I had to. I loved the glowing feel of love it gave me.

Rika was sitting at her desk. She bowed her head and greeted me cheerily with a “Good morning, Williams-san!” as I walked by.

“Good morning, Rika,” I greeted as usual.

A cloud grew over me then when I caught her gleaming eyes.

I wanted to be with her so badly, yet there was the unfortunate reality that she and I worked in the same unit.

I wasn’t sure yet how to figure that one out. But I knew I needed to. I loved my job, but I was also falling for Rika, and I guessed she felt the same way about me. I’m sure we will figure out a way. I just didn’t know how yet. I hoped it worked out. Meanwhile, I had the collar, which felt wonderful around my neck.

While I sifted through a report, a knock came at my door.

The door sprang open. I glanced up and was shocked to find Yuriko Tanaka there. She shut the door behind her.

I jumped to my feet and bowed my head.

“Tanaka-san, What a surprise!”

“Indeed,” she said with a smirk. She had a very pleased look painted on her face.

She looked me up and down and crossed her arms.

“You’re Jen, right? The new partner?”

“Yes, I am. C-can I help you with something?”

“That one time a couple weeks back when I bumped into you in the meeting room. I think I know what that was all about.”

My insides tightened up. My stomach lurched. “Oh?” I croaked. I had all but forgotten about that.

She laughed. Then she quickly grabbed my scarf and yanked. I couldn’t react fast enough. She whipped the scarf off my neck, revealing my dirty secret.

“And I was right,” she gloated.

I could only gape. I didn’t know what to say. I was in so much shock. She, a senior partner, a woman I looked up to, someone I had hoped would be a mentor to me one day, discovering my embarrassing secret. But how did she know? How could she possibly know I was wearing a collar or what it could mean? I didn’t need to ask the question for her to answer.

She wore the same sleeveless turtleneck she always wore. It was very stylish. It suited her well. She pulled down on the turtleneck to reveal to me her collar. The same style of collar that I had on now.

“Welcome to the menagerie. I’m Shika,” she said with a wink. Without giving me a chance to respond, she departed.

I slowly sank back into my chair as the words crystallized in my mind. The menagerie. So… there were others.

The End… or to be continued?

Kitsune means fox. Shika means deer.

Suzume — RADWIMPS, Toaka