Back at the inn, he spirited her up to his room as inconspicuously as possible. It wasn’t too hard, as the hotel was far from capacity, and the clerk, who he now knew was named Delilah, was preoccupied in the back room with some menial task. That was a two-for-one, as far as he was concerned. After all, no need to burn bridges, as he’d found Delilah quite a talented little machine.
Inside the room, he checked the fascinating little creature over. She had a few bumps and bruises, but overall, she’d come through her ordeal with the Tuttles a lot better than he’d expected. He dug into his bag and found her an old wife-beater shirt. She gave him a puzzled look when he handed it to her, but once he showed her what it was for, she reluctantly slipped it over her head and pulled it down over her breasts and taut stomach. He had to admit, it looked a hell of a lot better on her than it did him. He then phoned room service. This late in the evening, there wasn’t a lot to choose from, so he ordered her a hamburger steak plate.
When her supper arrived, Tiger set it on the little corner table for her and pulled a cold beer out of the mini-fridge. She acted as if she hadn’t eaten in weeks. Spurning the plastic silverware, she ate ravenously with her hands/paws, whatever they were … he wasn’t sure what to call them. Shoving handfuls of meat and baked potato into her mouth, she barely took time to chew before swallowing.
“You know, it would be better with the butter and sour cream …” he suggested, but it fell on deaf ears. However, when everything else was gone and the plate licked clean, she ripped the tops off the paper tubes and squirted both condiments into her mouth. Tiger couldn’t help but laugh. Well, I guess it all ends up in the same place, even if they arrive separately.
After she’d chugged down the beer as if it were a soda pop, she innocently let out a loud belch. He couldn’t help but grin at her obvious naiveté. She definitely grew on you. What are you? Where did you come from? How much of this world are you familiar with? It was hard to know much, her lacking communication skills like she did. Still, he would have to figure out some way to communicate. Everyone and everything had a story. He needed to know hers. He had a pretty good idea who to go to for some answers. But that could wait ‘til morning. It was late.
He started a shower for her. Obviously, modesty was not something that she had any qualms with, as she pulled the old a-shirt off in front of him, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she was completely nude.
Now that they were in a calmer environment, he was able to take a closer look at her. Like Ruff, she was obviously the result of some kind of genetic splicing experiment … and a custom one at that. Despite the fact that she was created as an anthropomorphic, vulpine female, she was for all intents and purposes, human. She had the face of a woman, and it was stunningly beautiful.
“Damn, girl!” He couldn’t help but stare. “You got some movie star looks!”
Obviously, she had come from the finest DNA. High cheekbones. Full, pouty lips. Big eyes with long lashes. Extravagant. Model material. However, like the rest of her body, it was covered by a fine, colored fur, reddish-orange around the forehead, eyes and down the bridge of her nose. The areas around the mouth, cheeks, and throat were a snowy-white, plunging all the way down to her pubic region. It was not a thick fur, but more of a soft, fine covering, just enough to give her the coloring she needed to look the part she would forever play. The glorious mane of hair atop her head appeared almost a strawberry blonde at first glimpse, but a closer look revealed the reddish highlights were actually closer to orange.
On the other hand, the ears were a drastic deviation from the humanistic look. They were not located on each side of the head, as a normal human’s would be. Nor were they humanoid. Instead, they were the pointed, furry ears of a fox, and they were closer to the top of the head, on a line just above the eyes and angled out at sixty degrees. Red on the outside, with the edges and tips trimmed in black, the inside had the same white coloring that seemed indicative of the more vulnerable areas. Even though the structure of the nose was basically humanoid in shape, the skin around the nostrils was black, cold and slightly leathery, like that of a canine.
Her body also had its share of quirks. The breasts were an anomaly all by themselves. He couldn’t help but grin. Hell! Every man’s dream is what they are! If two are good, four are fantastic! The top set was anatomically correct, just slightly smaller to allow room for the lower. He estimated them to be “C” cups. The bottom set hung just below, lower on the rib cage and smaller in size. Both pair were perfectly-shaped and quite pleasing to the eye. Deliciously plump, pink nipples were temptations almost impossible to ignore.
The hourglass curves of her figure were exaggerated, with her waist much smaller than it should’ve been, while her hips were wider than normal. Her ass rounded out so far you could probably put the old theory about sitting a beer can on it to the test. At the top of it, a beautiful, bushy red tail, tipped in white, swished nonchalantly, with almost a
