Our young-ish vixen has escaped from the Coyotes of Eastern Washington. Escaped from the city of Spokane via freight dirigible. This was some months ago.

As a Raj her pelt is not that common of a sight in California. Be that as it may Tamara ‘settled’ briefly in what is now called Redding. She imposed upon a fellow Raj of the community (the Raj Kingdom being further to the North) to telegram one of her noble cousins for assistance.

Tamara knows though that a Raj is expected to die with honor upon the battlefield, so the aid was short-lived and she soon received communication that she was to be cast out of her clan, her people, her nation; for being an alien, a non-Raj, a changeling substituted in place of a true princess; disowned by even her father (who admitted his fraud before the royal council).

Only later does Tamara learn the full story behind the proceedings: her grandfather is terminally ill, his older sons are dead, and the life story of her wandering father is being re-written to make him a more acceptable candidate for the soon-to-be-empty throne. The kingdom (and her father) no longer sees Tamara as necessary; nor views her as being a citizen, nor of recognized royal blood.

Tamara though still considers herself to be Raj; which individual opinion held by a young vixen is of no real consequence in a harsh world.

When her entreaties to her relatives begin to go unanswered Tamara takes up refuge in various alleyways to extend what little coin remains to her. Frequently she is cold, perhaps wet, and many times hungry. She is educated though, as any royal offspring would be, and so she finds temporary position accounting for inventory on shipments of goods to and from San Francisco.

Now we see the Fox residing in the city by the bay. Tamara’s intelligence has won her a small scholarship to University. She sometimes picks up the odd babysitting job – most parents feel they can leave their offspring in the hands of a Raj for the odd night out. And her youthfulness and seldom-seen coloration have together earned her a welcome to drop by and dance for tips at one of the Gentlemen’s Clubs in the city.

Here we see Tamara with two patrons of that club. It is Valentine’s Day evening, or rather it is the hours following midnight of Valentine’s Day. These two Fox males are salesmen (Vice Presidents of Sales) for a company known as Fox Industries (no relationship to any of the three). And being in town this day without customers or companions the two recalled earlier a certain Raj female they had admired dancing during prior weeks, or perhaps even prior months.

Tamara used to be royalty; she was well acquainted with the finer things in life. And these two Fox Industries’ employees gambled on her, or some other attractive dancer, being present this night – they completed purchase of a choker-with-gold-charm earlier in the day so as to entice a lady of the club to join them in intimacy after closing. Also, they both had additional funds available from recent bonuses – they offered to leave the vixen with sufficient funds to pay her rent for this month and the next, if she would but entertain them.

It is the 14th of the month and Tamara is already late with the rent. Memories of the cold alleyways she slept in have been filling her days with dread, and so she takes the two up on their offer. Red Fox, Raj, Red Fox will be the sequence of this spit-roast tonight (or rather the wee hours of this morning). And the three will likely chase away the day’s room service in a few hours in order to continue their intimacy unabated.

At this moment the new choker-with-charm is the only gold jewelry Tamara owns. As for the sex… Tamara is surprised at how enjoyable she finds it to be after her ordeal at the hands of the Coyote raiders.

But this should not be surprising as Tamara is not truly Raj; she is half-Kitsune. As admitted to by her sire before the council, he who had developed a lust for Kitsune females during his travels and managed to impregnate one. And the flesh for all Kitsune was engineered to serve as nothing but sexual playthings to their Masters, long, long, long ago.

As stated already, Tamara was not present during the Council’s deliberations, and so she does not know she is mongrel Kitsune. And so for the moment she is having a hard time accepting she is in the position she is in; a Raj lady spending the night being shared in a hotel room by two strangers.

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There are two Red Fox males in this scene. Both are salesmen (Vice Presidents of Sales) of Fox Industries. The male getting his meat licked often sells to companies whose employees are primarily Wolves. This New World contains much inter-species rivalry, and his lupine customers have taken to announcing him as ‘Fred the Fox dude’ when he arrives to press for a contract’s renewal.

The other male shall remain nameless. These two will eventually manage to convince Tamara to transfer her studies to a Business College in Los Angeles, and to take up an apprenticeship at Fox Industries. Both want to retain access to that sexy young Raj pussy they are enjoying so much.

Eventually Tamara will sign on at Fox Industries, and begin to ascend the corporate ladder. Fred will remain in hopes of sampling more of the young vixen; his nameless companion will resign in disgust that a slut, one whose hiring he had arranged for, has managed to surpass him career-wise.