Foxgirl Anyone?
Copyright© 2026 by Megumi Kashuahara
Chapter 4: Goldie
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 4: Goldie - Sam Spade's AI, Juicy Lucy, hailed with a distress call from a sleek unidentified space cruiser saying their turbo thrusters were inoperative. He was all gung ho to go help, but Juicy had a sneaky suspicion something was fishy, he should go "locked and loaded.” Well… four foxgirls later, Juicy was right!
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Science Fiction Aliens Furry DomSub Polygamy/Polyamory Oral Sex Squirting AI Generated
Sam had approximately thirty seconds to process the transition from Elvira’s dark, sultry lair to ... whatever this was.
Goldie’s cabin looked like a plush toy factory had exploded. Pastel colors everywhere. Soft pillows piled three feet deep on an enormous bed. Stuffed animals—or rather, stuffed foxes—arranged on every surface. And was that a disco ball hanging from the ceiling?
“Welcome to my happy place!” Goldie announced, still bouncing. Everything about her bounced, actually. Her blonde hair, her four tails, her entire body seemed to operate on some kind of perpetual spring mechanism.
Sam, who could barely stand, just stared.
“Aww, you look tired!” Goldie tilted her head, fox ears twitching. “Did the scary vampire lady wear you out?”
“The scary vampire lady tried to drain me like a juice box,” Sam muttered.
“Well, that’s okay! I’m not scary at all!” Goldie grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bed. “I’m fun! And cuddly! And—ooh, you’re gonna love this—I have the BEST hydraulic response system of anyone on the ship!”
Sam’s exhausted brain tried to process that. “Hydraulic ... response?”
“Uh-huh!” Goldie pushed him down onto the mountain of pillows. He sank about two feet into softness. “Sparkles says I’m ‘overenthusiastic with fluid dynamics’ but I think that’s just jealousy because her pressure release valves aren’t as efficient as mine!”
Oh no.
Oh no.
Sam suddenly understood what “squirter” meant in this context.
“Listen,” he said quickly, “I appreciate the enthusiasm, but the main reservoir is critically depleted. The production facility needs at least forty-eight hours of downtime before—”
“Nonsense!” Goldie was already stripping off her minimal clothing with cheerful efficiency. “You just need proper motivation! And hydration! I brought juice boxes!” She pointed to what was indeed a small refrigeration unit filled with juice boxes. “See? I’m prepared!”
“That’s ... thoughtful, but—”
“And I’ve been studying Earth mating rituals!” Goldie bounced onto the bed beside him, somehow managing not to crush him in the process. “Did you know humans have something called ‘cuddle puddles’? That sounds SO fun! We’re gonna make our own cuddle puddle! A really wet one!”
Sam’s survival instincts were screaming at him to run. His body, traitorous as ever, was already responding to Goldie’s enthusiasm. And proximity. And the way she was looking at him like he was the best present she’d ever received.
“Okay,” Goldie said seriously, her bouncing temporarily paused. “So Sparkles said you make really funny noises when you’re excited. And Elvira said you talk about ‘engineering stuff’ which sounds super cute! What kind of noises do you make?”
“I don’t—that’s not—I was under extreme duress!”
“Ooh, duress! Is that an engineering thing?” Goldie’s hands were already exploring. “Can you show me? Please? I want to hear the engineering noises!”
Despite everything, Sam laughed. He couldn’t help it. After Sparkles’ demanding domination and Elvira’s predatory intensity, Goldie’s enthusiastic innocence was almost refreshing. Almost.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he said.
“Nuh-uh! I’m going to make you super happy!” Goldie straddled him, settling into his lap with a pleased wiggle. “See? Already you’re showing signs of structural integrity! The support columns are engaging!”
Sam couldn’t help but snort. “Did you just—are you using engineering terms?”
“I’ve been practicing! Elvira taught me some!” Goldie beamed proudly. “She said if I talk about your ‘equipment’ using technical language, you get even more excited! Is it working?”
It absolutely was working, damn it.
“The primary coupling is achieving optimal alignment,” Sam said, playing along despite himself. “But I should warn you, the fluid management systems are already compromised from previous operations—”
He didn’t get to finish the warning.
Goldie had decided to initiate engagement protocols.
“Oh!” she gasped, her eyes going wide. “Oh, the sensors are reading MAXIMUM input! Full depth achieved! All systems are GO!”
Sam gripped her hips, partly to steady her, partly because his hands needed something to hold onto before his brain short-circuited completely. “Goldie, you need to—the pressure differential—oh stars—”
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