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Even though we were called “humankind,” humans were anything BUT kind. (case and point King Kong.) Now I had a problem, if anyone were to see her, our lives would be over. The government would take her to experiment on or they may just outright destroy her, possibly both. I, on the other hand, would be put under arrest, and would either spend the rest of my undying life in prison, and/or be forced to work for the government after my true intelligence was discovered. As I stood there and pounded what in the world to do, Fox proved that she had indeed not only acquired my IQ plus my love for science, but that she knew what I was thinking too. Without saying a word she wandered over to a workbench, began to order wiring and parts from the computerized supply console, and then upon receiving them, began to place them together. Attracted, I walked over and watched as she worked with a precision that rivaled my own. “Hand me the plasma hand welder please master” she speaks. “Wha… oh right, here you go” I say as I hand it over.

I think nothing of it; after all we had been living together for about 2 years, and had formed a very unique bond that went beyond master and pet, more like friendship. When I would talk to her she’d tilt her head listening, and I knew that she was answering in her head. Now she was just walking and talking, nothing different in my mind. Soon it hits me and I very excitedly say, “Hang on a second, you can talk now!?” She turns and looks at me with one eyebrow raised, “Of course. You and I both know that I’ve been talking to you ever since you bought me. It just that now you can understand me, master”
“Well now you do have a point. I have a few things to ask you that will answer a few very, very old questions…. Whoa hold it right there,” she stops and looks at me again, “what’s with this whole master crap?” I finish.
“Well you bought me right?” she replies a hint of “what are you stupid?” working its way in. “Ya but…” I start back up.
“So then you’re my master” she states and turns back to her work. I grab her shoulder and spin her around to face me. “Look” I nearly snarl, “That doesn’t matter, haven’t I treated you as an equal nothing less? I hate any thing that elevates me above anyone or thing. My name is Brian, NOT master.” “Or owner” I add as she opens her mouth.

“So what are you working on?” I ask leading her away from that conversation. She blinks in surprise; then turns back to the mass of wiring and parts temporally forgotten. “Oh… well it’s a hologram projector.” She states simply. “Of course,” I say hitting my self on my forehead, “it’s so simple and yet so brilliant.”
“Yes, we simply hide the valley.” She finishes.
“You know if we hook this here and this over there, we can increase efficiently with out increasing the power draw.” I say and then we both dive in working for hours. In the end we had a rough working model and on the elevator ride back up to the cabin come up with many improvements. Then our stomachs growled at the same time. Grinning I state “I think its time for dinner” and proceeded to make it.

It felt strange to have her sitting there, laughing softly at my jokes, talking small talk, even just looking at each other, indeed it felt odder still just to HAVE someone sitting across from me. Oh sure, I’ve entertained a few lost hikers and even had a small plane crash and sink near the beach and ended up having to save the pilot. But each time I feed quickly feed them, retreated to my room, then lead them out of my valley as fast as possible. With her I felt inclined to take my time and enjoy her presence.

After dinner I light a fire and settle down on the couch with a good book, but I’m finding it hard to concentrate on it though, because I keep glancing up to check on what my newest roommate was up to. She wanders around poking her muzzle into the bookshelf and cabinets; she picks up odds and ends turning them end over end. “She’s exploring” I think with a start, “she’s lived here for over 5 years and now it’s like she just moved in.” I continue to watch her pick things up and play with them. My brain retaliates for her “Well it IS the first time that she’s had hinds to actually pick things up.” As the battle in my head rages, she stops her exam of the cabin and walks over to a rug lying in front of the hearth. She lies down and curls up into a ball, her vixen like face nestled gently on her arms, knees nearly touching her chest and her tail wrapped around her body. Chuckling to myself I think “Unlimited intelligence, can walk and talk like a human and she chooses to curl up in front of the fire just like always.” The last part is thought with a smile and a rather odd urge to join her.

Shaking that off, I return to my book still glancing up every time she moves. A few hours later I close the book, the fire had died down and I was tired. Stretching I glance over at the ball of fur still snoozing on the rug. A smile creep across my face and I catch myself thinking, “She’s beautiful.” Right after that I think “Were the hell that come from?” Shoving both of those thoughts to the back of my mind, I carefully, gently, and quickly scoop her up and carry her to my bed. After tucking her in, I began to close that door but stop and look at the sleeping vixen in my bed, bathed gently in the light coming from behind me. “Damn it what’s wrong with me today?” I mutter to myself and close the door. Pulling the couch out into a bed, I strip down to my boxers, settle in and soon fall asleep.

Sometime in the middle of the night I awaken. Suddenly I become very aware of something lying next to me. Fighting the urge to scream and jump up, I lay there trying to figure out whet it is and what to do. As I do, it moves and something brushes across my back. That did it. “Woo!” I yell as I fly out of bed and whip around to face what ever it was.

I blink in surprise at a confused looking Fox. With a start I realized two things one I was in my underwear and two she was in nothing. I mutter out an “Oh shit” as I spin around looking for my paints, blood rushing to my face and elsewhere. After finding and putting those on I turn around, fighting the urge to run my eyes over her body, lock my gaze on her face with mine was still burning.

“What’s wrong?” she asks innocently. “You…bed…nude…” I sputter arms flinging in all directions. She looks around and then back at me even more confused. I make a hasty retreat to the kitchen in order to calm down and to get a glass of water. Splashing some water on my face and drinking, I lean over the sink and continue to gather my thoughts. I can sense that she’s standing behind me. I let out a short silent sigh and turn around to see her standing in the doorway.

For the first time my scientific curiosity got the better of me and I begin to really take in my new housemate. I walk up and pick up her arm, she murrs with a mixed look of surprise and interest, stiffens slightly, but doesn’t make a move to stop me. Starting at her shoulders I run my finger down her arm, she shivers slightly but still doesn’t try to stop me. Her fur was soft, velvety and warm. I glance up and see that her eyes are half closed and she smiling slightly; I return to my investigation of her arm. Her arm was in proportion of a normal human, but under her skin I could feel powerful muscles. Her bone structure what that of a humans too. I reach her hand (human like with five fingers) the rust-red and white fur mixing around her wrist with the white fur winning past that. Her finger bends inwards just like mine. When I turn her hand over I was surprised. More fur, brown this time, covered her palm but running my finger over this proved a little bit more difficult then I thought. It was because it was short coarse hair and it was growing in a way as to provide grip much like the ridges on a human hand.

I move from her arms to her legs. I modestly started in the middle of her thigh not wanting to begin any higher and moved downward. Once again from her hips to her knees were human-like legs, and then came more fox-like parts. Curving legs ending in foxes paws. Her paws interested me they were oversized for her species; then again she was nothing like any other fox, and when I lift one of them up I discover that she still have pads on the bottom of them. Instead of being awkward, they seemed to give her great balance and agility.

As I stand up she lets out a huge yawn, and I can see the small sharp, pointy Vulpes teeth lining her mouth. Realizing that it was three in the morning I gently lead her through the cabin, back to my room. When we reach the door she stops, looks at me and pouts with big puppy like eyes. Something tugs at my chest and I almost give in, but instead I give her a stern look. Her shoulders sag, and she lets out a soft murr of disappointment, then starts to slowly shuffle into my room with a long lonely glance over her shoulders, before I close the door with a gentle click.

Now I feel like shit, so I tell myself that it was for the best. Something else stirs and I shoot a nasty glance downwards. “Don’t you EVEN dare...” I warn it. It sags back down, rejected. “I thought so” I think before I climb back into bed, neglecting to take off my paints.

Within thirty minuets I hear my door click open and the sound of padded feet quietly moving across the room. The end of the bed sags downward, creaking slightly, then stops. I wait for a few seconds before risking a glance. Yep there she was, curled up by me feet. I drop my head back down onto my pillow; close my eyes before sighing gently and speaking, “Persistent… Aren’t we?” Her head shoot up, ears pointed out to the sides, and shifts guiltily. I sigh loudly this time and flick open the covers beside me. She looks with interest but doesn’t move. “Come on, you’ll catch a cold sleeping like that.” It was lame but that’s all it took for her to leap under the covers. He wraps her arms around my neck then licks my cheek with her sandpaper-like tongue, before saying “thank you” and rolling over.

Feeling the spot were she had licked me, many questions pop into my head, some I answer on my own, others I resolve to ask her in the morning. When I roll over onto my side she wiggles herself closer and we end up laying back to back, her fur tickling my back and her tail running down my legs. Again I can’t help but notice how warm and soft her fur was. “Intriguing” that’s was my last conscious thought.

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