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Cynthia really liked pink.

She thought it looked good on her. It made her feel confident; the mellowness of its hues suited Cynthia’s soft fur and her half-grown shapes. On top of that, she had learned in her favorite magazine that the color had come back that year.

For that very reason, the vixen had no hesitation when she had spotted that delightfully pink underwear in the new store that had opened a couple blocks from her house. She distinctly remembered money flowing into the cashier’s hoof with extraordinary celerity and no regret at all in lightening her wallet, even if it meant plundering her weekly allowance in one fell swoop. After all… it was so similar to the lingerie the model in the magazine was wearing! Virginia Hoxen was classy and charming, and so self-assured. The underwear looked perfect on the red vixen like it was made designedly for her.

She was Cynthia’s favorite model. Even back then, in the process of getting her paws on the new purchase at the expense of her already poor wallet, Cynthia eagerly anticipated being at home, in the dim light of her room, dressed in nothing but her spanking new lingerie as she pretended to be in the midst of a photo shoot.

The young vixen had gotten home all happy, swinging her shopping bag as she hummed a little tune from a popular toothpaste commercial, and immediately proceeded to hole up so that Cecilia wouldn’t have caught her red-pawed – or pink-pawed , in her case. Once the door was closed behind her back, Cynthia very quickly stripped off: her cream bra was tossed onto the bed, along with the blouse, while emerald green pants and yellow slips hastened to the floor. Totally naked, paying no attention to the sensation of air tickling in between her thighs, she walked away from them with even, measured steps; then, she pounced on the bag and dug out the inestimable treasure which it contained, arranging her pink possessions on the sheets as a broad smile spread on her lips.

“It’s gorgeous .” The vixen breathed, ecstatic. She knelt before the bed and ran a paw over the fabric, quivering in pleasure at the sensation; the padded bra seemed to be extremely comfy, while the slips were especially smooth and glossy. Her tail started wagging as she grabbed the latter and got on her feet again. It was quite a nice piece of underwear (although very, very thin) and Cynthia wondered how it would be to wear silk in the most naked and sensitive part of her body. She’d never worn silk before, so she was genuinely curious. Surely, models wore it all the time, for it was such an exquisite fabric. “Would dressing in this lingerie make me a model, too?” Cynthia asked aloud, giggling like the cute, silly little vixen she was. “If that’s the case, how nice would it be to pose together with Ms. Hoxen!” Her giggle degenerated into a high-pitched cackle; the toothpaste commercial came to mind again for some reason, and she began to sing an improvised gig that was blended with her maniacal noises: “Pretty and sexy I will be, with this pink lingerie…”

To make her fancy even more convincing, the jejune female went to her desk and picked up the latest copy of F. F. amongst the hodgepodge of stuff that Cecilia mockingly called ‘Cynthia’s Thrift Store’. “Pretty and sexy I will be, with this pink lingerie…” She kept on warbling as she sat on the floor cross-legged, her paws flipping quickly through pages until the red vixen showed up in front of her muzzle.

“There she is! Ahh, look at her, she’s such a beauty in this picture…” It was the same photo where she had spotted the inspiring lingerie for the first time. Ms. Hoxen, her fine body lazily elongating on a midnight blue sofa, was giving the reader her customary come-hither look as a paw was lifted to hold a nice glass of wine in the same direction. Just below the image was a footnote which was titled: ‘Dare to be pretty. Dare to be sexy.’

In the end, the model Cynthia had bought wasn’t exactly the same, but that wouldn’t have prevented her from partnering with the red vixen she admired so much.

Assuming, of course, that she was worthy of the honor.

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