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Second part, thanks for the comments and fav's and I'll try to update as soon as possible.

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An average day

There she was. In the clearing, Tom saw a red vixen, rooted to the spot by the steel jaws of another bear trap. Her entire body was covered in red fur, exposed through the tears in her muddied clothes. The red in her fur was further accentuated by the trap, which Tom had just noticed was glowing a pale blue.

"What on earth is that trap?"

He looked at the leg that was caught in this strange trap, and saw she had tried to force it through, resulting in long, raking cuts. While shallow enough to prevent death from blood-loss, they would surely fester without quick medical attention. Tom slowly walked closer to the trapped vixen, who yelped and scrambled for escape, only earning herself more wounds.

"Easy there, I'm not here to harm you."

He slowly lowered his katana onto the ground, along with the rest of his gear, and with his arms held out in peace, he walked closer to the vixen. This time, she just remained where she was staring at Tom with eyes filled with fear.

"If there was ever a moment to screw it up, this ain't one of them"

After a few seconds, he was crouched down, inspecting the odd trap while the vixen kept her eyes on him. However, that was all she could do, being practically staked to the ground.

After concluding this trap looked very much like a regular bear trap, Tom picked up a small boulder and smashed the trap until it finally gave way. He pulled the trap further and the vixen immediately retracted her leg, letting out a whimper from the pain. Tom took a step closer to the vixen, making her panic and bolt. She only got a yard before her injuries proved too dire, sending her crashing to the forest floor. Tom ran over, concern showing plainly.

"God, are you alright? Hey, you don't need to fear me. If I wanted to kill you, I'd have done so already. That leg needs treatment and I can't provide that here. I know you don't trust me but you'll just have to if you want to ever walk again."

His words sunk into her mind and she realized he was right. Staying here would be the death of her. What did she have to lose?

Tom put up a faint but warm smile as the vixen nodded slowly, trying to create a calm atmosphere. He grabbed his gear and strapped it all to his back, heading back to the vixen. He crouched and picked her up with as much caution as he could. After a small yelp from surprise and some struggling, she finally understood what he was doing and allowed him to carry her.

Tom made his way back to the south, heading home. He hoped he'd make it to his backyard, or at least a roadside. Even though the vixen wasn't that heavy, the combined weight of her and his gear were making the way back home a lot more arduous. After what seemed like hours of walking, he saw the sun slowly beginning to set.

"Damn, I've been here all day long? Better get home fast before it gets dark."

Not long after that he came to a road.

"Damnit, seems I didn't go fully south. Let's see...."

Tom found a sign pointing towards the east saying, 'Highway' in large white letters.

"Aha! If the highway is that way then my house is... that way!"

Making a ninety degree turn to the west, he started walking towards his house. After a few minutes. looked down at the vixen in his arms and was greeted by a pair of big brown eyes staring into his. Along the walk home, he was too busy looking at the ground, his surroundings, and the sun to notice her staring at him the whole time. Smiling at her again, Tom walked with renewed strength and reached his house in record time.

"Whatever god is up there, thank you."

Clumsily taking out his house key while trying to hold the vixen, Tom opened the door and closed it with his boot. Returning the keys to his pocket, he headed towards the small bathroom. As he entered the bathroom and placed the vixen in the tub, resting her torn leg under the tap. He then saw the frightened look in her eyes, and gave what he thought was a winning smile.

"Before I can help you with that wound, we'll have to clean you up a bit alright? That's all."

Still not talking, the vixen slowly nodded again as Tom turned on the hot water, making sure it wouldn't boil her. As the bathtub slowly filled, Tom turned around.

"You might want to, um... strip. Take those ripped clothes off; I'll go get something for you to wear when we're done."

Resisting the urge to look behind, Tom walked out of the bathroom and straight for the linen coset, searching for something she could wear.

"Darn... I wasn't counting on visitors, let alone a vixen who needs clothes. Have I got anything with space for a tail?"

Deciding he didn't have anything for a girl to wear, he grabbed an old shirt of his that proved to be too big for him, a fool purchase from long ago.

"Guess this will have to do"

Tom turned around and went to the bathroom, knocking on the door before entering. He hoped, dearly, that he wouldn't walk right into an awkward moment. When he had mustered the courage to head in, he had to suppress a smile as he saw the vixen covered in foam, the waterline above her chest, rising and falling as she played with the bubbles.

"Seems you found the soap. I brought you an old shirt of mine, I didn't have anything else, I'm afraid."

The vixen looked at the human again, but this time with a smile. That smile made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside, just as he imagined her to be.

"Well, if you need me, I'll be just outsi..."

Tom was interrupted by the vixen grabbing his arm as he turned. He didn't understand what she wanted until she grabbed a brush and pointed at her back.

"You want me to clean your back?"

The vixen nodded at the now blushing human as she turned and began lathering her front.

"Alright Tom, you can do this. It's just brushing her back, no big deal right?"

He brought some water and foam onto her back using his hands and started to rub the fur, finding it surprisingly soft. He thought to himself, "Ooh, that-that's nice. Soft and fluf- TOM! Focus!"

Resisting the urge to rub his face into the soft fur, he washed off the dirt in her fur using the brush as the vixen gave him an occasional purr.

"Foxes purr? Oh, sorry! Um, I'm going to drain the tub so I can attend to that leg."

As the water swirled down the drain Tom started to blush again as her breasts became the center of his focus. He now noticed she had between a double C and a D cup size, larger than had been evident from their first encounter. He caught himself staring as the vixen giggled at him, making him blush even harder. Eager to diffuse the moment, he stepped out and began hunting in his cabinets for disinfectant and bandages. When safely out of hearing, he began to berate himself.

"Damnit Tom, focus on the leg!"

When he had the stuff he needed, he walked back into the bathroom, his mouth nearly hanging open as the vixen stood up, favouring her wounded leg. What made his jaw drop was the fact that she was totally nude, her only suggestion to modesty being the towels she was piling on his already laden arms. He now sees the red fur reaches everywhere, a fiery shade without all the mud on it.

"Oh crap...oh crap...oh crap..."

Giving himself a mental slap, he placed the medical supplies at the sink and selected one of the towels, quickly getting her idea.

"This can not end well..."

He went behind the vixen and started to dry off her back while she did the remainder of her curvaceous, soft...red...

"Goddamnit Tom! Stop thinking with your second brain!"

When the back was done, he went downwards, taking special care to avoid certain parts and began drying her legs. He grimaced at the splotch of crimson showing against her fur, slowly getting larger as more blood fed into it.

As Tom stood back, the vixen turned, thanking him with a smile. After returning the gesture with a grin of his own, he handed her the shirt which she quickly adorned. It was even larger on her; on him, it looked a size or two too many. On her, it looked like a tent.

"Looks good. Now, let's attend to your leg, shall we?"

The vixen nodded again and sat down on a small chair, holding her leg out. Tom grabbed the disinfectant and a piece of cloth, soaking it in the salve.

"This will hurt a bit."

As he started to clean out the wounds of harmful bacteria, her teeth clenched shut, barely suppressing a quiet yelp.

"Damn, she's tougher then I thought. She must have been through a lot before I came along."

When Tom thought the wounds were cleaned, he removed the cloth and grabbed the gauze bandages. wrapping her leg in them slowly, trying not to cause any more pain.

"There, that should do for now, but you can't use that leg until it's healed, alright?"

The vixen nodded again as she was lifted again by Tom and hoisted to his bedroom. She resumed her purring as she was laid into the soft blankets.

"Well well, seems somebody likes my bed."

Tom helped the vixen under the sheets and idly glanced at a clock. The hour hand was halfway between the ten and eleven marks. Late. He sighed as the vixen claimed his bed.

"Goodnight miss, don't thrash around too much with that leg of yours."

As he walked out of the room, he turned his head in one last time saying, "Name's Tom by the way" and left, quietly shutting the door.

He went to the living room and grabbed himself a spare blanket, lying down and trying to find his comfy spot. "I should go out on long walks more in the future."

*

As the human left the room he mentioned his name to her. 'Tom.' She smiled, thinking that of humans she'd met so far, he the kindest to her; not even thinking before coming to her aid.

No, unlike those people she had seen beforem this human seemed to actually care about her. He helped her greatly and she hadn't done anything to deserve it. This human was certainly one of a kind.

She brought her nose to the blanket and took a deep breath, taking his scent involuntarily. She was pleased that his scent was clean, a further sign of comfort. No more leaf-littered earth for her.

With a big yawn, she let the darkness take her, letting the day's exhaustion melt away.

[Next morning]

Tom woke up with the sun shining bright on his face. He gave a huge yawn and stretched his limbs before throwing off the blanket and folding it up neatly.

"Better make some breakfast for me and my guest. I wonder if she's already awake?"

Wanting to check if she was still asleep, he tiptoed to his bedroom and opened the door without a sound. The slinky vixen was still asleep, breathing shallowly and making Tom smile.

"Seems like she needed that. I hope she likes omelets."

He walked to the kitchen and made two omelets, one for himself and one for the vixen, with a little more bacon on the hers, figuring foxes like meat.

"Hah, If she's a vegetarian I'll make a great impression."

Armed with an omelet and a glass of juice, Tom knocked on the bedroom door, waiting for a grunt of acknowledgement before entering.

*

She was awoken by a knock on the door, taking a deep breath to wake herself up. Her eyes shot open as she smelled it. Food!

She saw how the human- Tom, she reminded herself- walked in with a plate of what she presumed was food. It smelled terrific, but it wasn't food as she knew it to be.

"I hope you're hungry, I wasn't sure what you normally eat, so I went with an old favourite. Hope you like it."

At first, she wasn't sure whether to eat these... whatever they were. but then she reminded herself of how kind this human was to her, and decided to trust him again. He cut a slice off the omelet and brought it to her mouth. She took a tentative bite. Her eyes shot open even wider. This was delicious! She couldn't describe it any better than one of the greates things she'd ever had.

As soon as Tom pulled back the fork, she grabbed the plate and started to devour the omelet with the savagery most often attributed to a starved wolf pack. Right before Tom could escape, she grabbed the glass and downed it almost effortlessly. She couldn't remember the last time she had such a delicious meal.

"Damn girl, you must have been starving. I'll go make some more for you then."

As the human left the room, she climbed out of the bed and followed, him looking around the rest of the house. She was fairly impressed by the free space. "He ain't poor, that's for damn sure," she concluded. She halted as the scent hit her again, the allure of meat and the sizzle of heat. She walked briskly towards the kitchen, finding him expertly frying some more bacon.

"If you can wait a few more minutes, I'll be done by then. You can grab yourself a plate from that cupboard."

She looked where he was pointing and opened the cupboard, taking out a plate and setting it on the table. She stared hungrily at the cooking bacon, barely holding back a string of drool. Her ears perked up, along with her posture, as the human turned around with the pan filled with more of that delicious meat. Smiling warmly. he poured it into her plate. She was about to munch it all down, but as soon she tried to grab a piece she dropped it and squealed, quickly jamming the paw into her mouth and sucking at the singed flesh.

"Easy there, it's still hot. How about a drink while you wait?"

She nodded again at the human, giving him as close to a smile as she could. He turned to grab a glass from a high shelf, giving her a chance to check him out. Muscled, yet not overbearing. Not too slim either, tall and good looking. And that ass! She smiled to herself as he absentmindedly wiggled it, already thinking of how good a mate he'd make.

He returned with a glass of water and saw the vixen looking at him with a strange look and a smile on her face. Was she checking him out?

"Well, at least she's smiling. Wish I knew her name, can't call her 'vixen' all the time."

Handing her the glass of water, he watched with fascination as she downed it, only barely slower than the orange juice. He decided to try his luck.

"So, can I know your name? I have to call you by something, right?"

The vixen looked up and spoke quietly.

"Abby."

"Pleasure to meet you Abby, I'm Tom Johnson. Now eat up, you'll need to recover your strength. Not going against that, she started to devour the bacon, making her eyes nearly pop out just from the taste of it.

"Seems Abby likes bacon, I'll have to get some more or she'll eat through my entire fridge at this rate."

While Abby happily ate the bacon, Tom watched her with a smile, thinking of what he'll do for the remainder of the day...

Abby: "One word?! That's what you call 'being in the next chapter'?!"

Tom: "You were in the whole chapter. Just not with talking"

Abby: "I didn't say you could talk Tom!"

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