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Foxes in Blue
(A yiffy tale about a coupla foxies. What else would a story about
foxes be
about? Contains genital vore, and furry sex)
by Anima
"I'm cold Tad..." Reya stuttered, shivering
under the spare blanket
that Tad's old comforter had become. A young male fox, a humanoid,
slid over
to press his body against his mate's. The anthro-vixen's shivering
subsided
a little as their bodyheat mingled, and she leaned into her lover.
"I'm sorry dear...we'll find somewhere better
to stay soon." At this
moment, a good solid refrigerator box would've topped their current
shelter.
A drafty shack in an abandoned warehouse, the cubicle-like room had
probably
been a manager's office when the warehouse had been in business. Now
it was
home to the two foxes and a few rodents. Reya sighed softly, and stroked
Tad's creamy white chestfur.
"I still can't believe your parents threw
us out. I mean, you're still
their son aren't you? Despite what, um, happened to you?" Tad frowned,
using
his claws to scratch up and down Reya's back. She murrred a little
in
response, too weak to do much else.
"For a while I had hoped they'd change their
minds...but after the
pastor convinced them they were doing the right thing, we didn't have
a
chance." Tad was very bitter about that aspect. He knew God would never
do
something like what that pastor did. Weren't we all equal in his eyes?
Oh
well, no sense in worrying about it now. "Anyway, we can get along
all right
on our own. As soon as I can find some work, we'll start saving up
for a
place of our own." Tad tried to infuse his words with hope and
determination, but they came out sounding tired. Reya nodded, then
got up.
She slid over into Tad's lap, pulling the blanket over both of them.
Her
long beautiful tail curled around Tad's waist possessively.
"Well, let's try to get some sleep before
those dogs start howling
again." Tad agreed reluctantly, and began dozing.
Both foxes woke instantly at the sound of voices
and splintering wood.
Tad stumbled to his feet and stealthily moved toward the door. He motioned
for Reya to stay where she was, his tail frizzed out and swishing
agitatedly. They'd had to beat off other luckless animals before to
keep
their pathetic little shack. Any humans that tried to muscle in took
one
look at the couple and fled.
"Anything in this one?" A husky female voice
called out into the
echoing building. Another voice answered her, deeper.
"Maybe. Someone's put up some plastic sheeting
on that office over
there." Tad whimpered quietly, and made his way back to his love. He
couldn't hope to deal with two determined humans, probably armed. They
huddled together, waiting for whatever fate had dished out for them.
The
door to the office, long since splintered at the hinges from rough
use, fell
into the small chamber with a dull clatter and a puff of dust. A policeman
decked out in navy blue, wearing a black windbreaker, stared at the
red-furred creatures on the floor. The miserable couple stared back,
fear in
their wide green and blue eyes. After a long moment of shocked silence,
the
officer cleared his throat.
"Don't be afraid of me folks, I'm not going
to hurt you. But I will
defend myself if necessary! Do you speak English?" Tad and Reya nodded
together, their bodies still taut with anxiety. The woman they'd heard
earlier stepped in beside her partner to find out what had him so spooked.
"Sandy, I think maybe we should call this one in."
"Tad? Tad Beauville? Yes, we have your social
security number on
record. But...what are you? If you don't mind me asking." The detective
questioning Tad was a sweaty pink-faced man, who didn't look exactly
pleased
to be handling this case. The young fox shrugged, and crossed his arms
over
the t-shirt he'd been given.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you sir.
I'm human, or used to be.
How I got this way I have no clear idea...just that magic must've been
a
part of it." The detective liked this even less. "When can I see Reya?
Is
she okay?"
"The other fox-person? She's fine, some of
the men are treating her to
coffee and doughnuts. They seem to have taken a liking to her." A small
frown twitched at the corners of the man's face. "Well, we picked you
two up
in a routine sweep for homeless folk. Didn't you know there was a shelter
not two blocks away you could've stayed in?" Tad shook his head angrily,
his
ears laid back against his skull. The moisture welling up in his eyes
belied
the aggressive posture.
"We tried to get in there! The staff took
one look at us and panicked.
Reya and I left just before they started breaking out weapons..."
"I see. Well, this is a special case then
I suppose. You two will stay
here tonight, we have a room we use for putting up victims who need
a place
to crash. In the morning, we'll try to work something out." Standing
up, the
detective offered Tad a hand. For the first time, Tad noticed the namebadge
on his chest.
"Thanks Mr. Conner. Reya and I appreciate
anything you can do for us."
Tad took Scott's rough hand in his own, leathery pads startling the
man with
their coolth. Then Tad left the detective's office in search of Reya.
He found her in the lounge, looking incredibly
cute with powdered sugar
on her muzzle. She was surrounded by four or five cops. The men were
smiling
and all ears as Reya told them the story about a fight she and Tad
had been
in with a pack of stray dogs. She had just gotten to the part where
Tad had
knocked a doberman senseless with a single blow when she noticed her
love.
"Ah, here he is now. Bill, Reggie, Sanders,
Fuji, meet Tad." The four
men each shook Tad's paw-hand, admiration and something else in their
eyes.
"You're a darn lucky fox to have this lady,
sir!" One of them chuckled,
and handed him a cup of coffee. Tad grinned, settling down on a leather
couch with the vixen.
"Oh I know, there's no one else like her."
Reya nodded, satisfied with
that description, and gave Tad a lick-kiss on his cheek. Her whiskers
tickled Tad's nose pleasantly.
"From the sound of things, you'd be welcome
on any of our beats. We
deal with stray dogs all the time, and if you handle them so well,
I doubt
you'd have to worry much about the human criminal element. I'd take
a mugger
over a big dog any day." The cop, a tall beefy fellow whose badge read
'Bill,' sounded quite serious as he chatted with Tad. The germ of an
idea
took hold in the todd's mind.
"How long did it take you guys to get through
police academy?"
Chapter II
"You weren't taking Bill seriously, were you
dear?" Reya whispered in
Tad's ear. They lay close together on the floor of the room the station
had
let them use. Tad turned on his side, pulling his mate close. She was
thin,
too thin, her ribs poked out against his hands like steel hoops. Tad
kissed
her coal black nose tenderly, murrrrring in what he hoped was a soothing
fashion.
"Yes, it might be a good idea. The men here
have already taken a liking
to us, and what better way to have society accept us than if we serve
it? Or
me at least. I won't ask you to go along with me." Reya barked sharply,
digging her claws threateningly into the male's buttocks.
"I'm not having you out risking your life
every day alone. I want to be
there, by your side. When's our first class?" Tad chuckled, a low throaty
sound that gradually built to a joyous laugh.
"Love, I don't think you can know how much
that means to me..." He
managed after a while. He felt the vixen pull away for a moment, and
heard a
rustle of sliding fabric. A moment later, a soft, heavy, silk-sheathed
breast came to rest in his hand.
"If you appreciate it so much, then you can
repay me like this." Tad
grinned as he made out the smiling muzzle of his lover in the darkness.
She
licked her chops, then tilted her head to one side and engaged his
own
muzzle in a deep, wet kiss. Her hips settled over his, Reya's thighs
damp
with the secretions of her lust. Tad's soft sheath swelled around its
fleshy
contents, then produced a shining pink shaft a moment later. It grew
right
up against Reya's soft belly. She reached down and pushed the glistening
cock snug against her tummy. The soft fur sent Tad into ecstatic spasms
as
it brushed the sensitive skin of his glans.
"Don't think of it as payment my dear. I'd
be-- *yip* --overjoyed to do
this for you anytime!" Reya snapped at him for breaking the kiss, and
wrestled his muzzle back onto hers. Her huge, soft tail arched and
quivered
as she moved her rear, holding her body above that wonderful fox penis...
Drops of her honey spattered Tad's fur as she suspended herself with
great
effort. Slowly, so very slowly, she began lowering her hips. The bloated
head of Tad's member bumped one of Reya's swollen nether-lips on its
way in,
eliciting a shiver from both foxies. As the mouth of the vixen's pussy
grasped the cock, Tad arched his back sharply. This motion shoved his
staff
deep within Reya's loins, the tight warm slickness riding down his
length.
Reya *yifffed* loudly, then relaxed her body and let it sink down onto
Tad's. She felt the last inch of cock slip inside her, then felt the
heavy
knot hit her clitoris. Tad wanted to thrust, his instincts eating at
him and
driving him half mad, but Reya was in total control. The sucking gullet
of
flesh her vagina had become rippled and stroked Tad's toddhood, pulling
a
steady stream of clear pre from his body. His soft furry sac twitched
in
time with his pulse, nestled between both fox's thighs. Reya concentrated,
exerting control over her muscles, and began milking her lover's sweet
cock.
Tad's eyes rolled back in his head at this new development, and he
adopted
an attitude of complete surrender. Reya sensed this, and murrred with
approval. She grasped her breasts, using her thick thumbs to stimulate
her
cute little nipples. They swelled out into the cool air, quickly hardening.
Sex cream squirted out around the meaty plug within Reya, soaking the
russet
and cream fur. A delicious ache rose up in the vixen as her muscles
continued to work, contracting, rippling, and squeezing... Passion
bubbled
up within both of them, manifested in quiet little yips and grunts.
Their
tails twined around each other, a lovely mass of braided crimson. Tad
was
the first to release; his sac jumped and filled his inner plumbing
with
seed. It rushed along the length of his member, the sensation telling
him
what must be done. He jerked his hips, shoving the taut bulk of his
knot
past the hungry lips of his lover's vulva. Reya screamed in delight
as she
was stretched, and came on the spot. Her spasming pussy was soon filling
with musky fox seed, warm and sticky ropes of it painting a picture
of
virility on the canvas of her secret flesh. Reya fell limply atop Tad,
feeling him encircle her with his arms and hug her body wonderfully
close to
his. They lay like that until the sun rose...
Police Academy wasn't far removed from high
school as Tad learned. Many
of the same principles applied. Studying was still an important part
of the
couple's classes, teaching them everything they'd need to know to
effectively enforce the law. Reya, though she'd never been in school,
also
had little trouble integrating herself because of her brilliant mind.
Few of
the students gave the couple much trouble because of their appearance,
most
seemed to enjoy having two such, 'unique' people around. The instructors
were all impressed with Tad, who possessed reflexes far beyond most
humans',
and a proportionate strength that was the envy of the most heavily
muscled
cadets. Reya had little of those qualities, but was a crack shot, a
fine
negotiator, and of course, cunning in the extreme. The days were filled
with
book learning, interspersed with physical training. Reya had the most
fun at
the shooting range, while Tad preferred the obstacle course. Cadets
on break
loved to come to the field and watch the todd scramble through tunnels,
climb fences, and roll under stretches of barbed wire. No one seemed
to mind
too much when he broke the speed record either! Life soon became a
comfortable routine. The couple was forced to split up at bedtime,
as the
dorms were not coed, but as foxes tend to do, they managed to get together
for joyful periods of 'exercise' at odd times during the day and night.
Classes and months sped by, and before either of them expected it,
Tad and
Reya were standing on the lawn of the academy for their graduation
ceremony.
They looked great in their navy uniforms and hats, which had slits
to allow
theirs ears to protrude. They'd had to make holes in the seat of their
pants
themselves to allow for their tails. Standing straight and proud, they
listened to the speeches of congratulations.
"We did it, love. We did it." Tad murmured.
Reya nodded, and put an arm
around his shoulders.
"That we did, Officer Beauville."
That night, after all the festivites were over
with, the Chief of the
academy handed Tad a package.
"This is your assignment Tad. Of course, Reya
will be joining you.
You're to be part of a special animal handling squad in the city, but
when
your special services aren't required, you'll be walking a beat like
the
average flatfoot. It has been a pleasure having you here, Beauvilles."
Reya
nodded, touching her wedding ring unconsciously. Her formal marriage
to Tad
had been just last month, and being part of the Beauville family was
still
strange. Not that she'd had a family name before that, she'd been a
soft,
cuddly toy! It was nice to belong...even if the rest of the family
saw them
as infernal demons! Tad shook the Chief's hand, as did Reya, and the
two
climbed into a taxi bound for the city.
A small apartment in town was soon located,
well within reach of the
couple's finances. Settling in took little time, and soon the two foxes
were
at loose ends.
"Well, work doesn't start until the day after
tomorrow. We have food,
all our things are moved in, and we've met the neighbors." Tad grinned,
the
family living downstairs had shown nothing but fascination for the
vulpine
police officers. "So, what's left to do?" He sat back in the soft loveseat
they'd purchased, and looked up at his lovely wife. Reya smiled, showing
her
teeth, and swished her tail around to curl across her belly.
"Well, there's always..." The tail flicked
away again, hiding the
vixen's movement as she tossed aside her shorts. Tad panted happily,
and
took the vixen in his arms. The walls were thankfully thick, so the
neighbors didn't hear a thing...
Chapter III
"Ahh, the Beauvilles! Chief Hardy was speaking
to me about you two last
week at an officer's banquet. He knows we've been shorthanded lately,
and in
special need of animal handlers." Tad and Reya made a little bow before
the
chief of police.
"We're proud to be here sir." Tad said crisply,
looking quite dashing
in his uniform. The chief nodded, and waved at the building around
them.
"I assure you, the men and women here have
been forewarned of your
appearance. You'll have no trouble in that regard, I think." Indeed,
every
officer the Beauvilles had seen on their way in had offered them nothing
but
friendly smiles and accurate directions to the chief's office. Their
new
boss handed over a sheet of paper on a clipboard, and then called in
a cop
who'd been standing outside the office door.
"These are your orders for the next three
days. Officer Windsor here
will show you around and explain your schedule. Welcome, and good luck."
Tad
and Reya thanked the boss, then allowed Windsor to lead them out. Windsor
was a tanned young man with spectacles, who stood nearly six feet tall.
He
was wiry, but his tall frame just made him look gangly.
"I've been hearing about you two for a while
now! I'm glad I was picked
to show you around. If you'll follow me, I'll show you where all the
important stuff is around here." Reya grinned, her teeth shocking the
young
man for a split second.
"Thanks officer, it's very kind of you..."
Windsor cleared his throat
and grinned back weakly.
"It's, um, no problem." He stuttered, then
began walking. Tad elbowed
Reya, winking at her.
"You vixen..." He whispered once out of earshot
of Windsor, who was
pointing out office doors as he stepped quickly down the linoleum hall.
The
station wasn't a large one, and the tour was soon over.
"Well, thanks a bunch sir. And now for
our orders..." Tad handed over
the clipboard, and waited expectantly as Windsor read from it.
"Okay, you're scheduled to run a beat between
Main street and the edge
of Tylersville. Cruise up and down the streets, looking for violations
of
any sort. From time to time we'll have to split you up, but the chief
has
decided to keep you together whenever possible. The beat is today and
Wednesday, but tomorrow, you'll be on hand at the Animal Control Center.
There's a map over here..." Tad and Reya followed Windsor, and quickly
learned where everything they needed to know was. Their guide beat
a hasty
retreat as soon as Reya and Tad thanked him, the vixen with one of
her
smiles and Tad with a simple handshake. Another officer came along,
and took
the couple to the garage. A nicely waxed cruiser waited for them in
a bay,
decked out like a parade float with bubblegum lights and racing stripes.
"Wow, I'm surprised! They've given us a new
one..." Reya whispered, as
the mechanic handed Tad the keys. Tad just grinned in anticipation,
and
hopped in. Police Academy had made the todd an excellent driver, and
now for
the first time, Tad was able to use his skills in the field. Tad and
his
partner ran the beat effortlessly, scanning with his mate for trouble
spots
and listening to their radio. They pulled over several cars for traffic
violations, helped direct traffic around an accident, and even rescued
a cat
from a telephone pole. The cat was not exactly thrilled to see the
two huge
foxes! People sometimes screamed when they got a good look at who was
wearing that blue uniform, but most folk just treated them like...cops.
When
their shift was over, the Beauvilles returned to the station. Inside,
they
found Windsor waving them over with a big grin.
"We've put together a little get-to-know-each-other
gathering in the
lounge. We thought it would be a good opportunity for you to integrate."
Tad
almost refused, but Reya spoke first, bouncing up and down with excitement.
"Oooh, a party! Come on love, there's
bound to be doughnuts." She
hooked one arm around a blushing Windsor's and the other around Tad's.
And
yes, there were many many doughnuts. Everyone seemed taken with the
new
recruits, eager to share advice or answer questions. Again, Reya gained
a
little following of burly male cops. Apparently, fur or not, men knew
a foxy
lady when they saw one! After an hour of socializing, the couple returned
home. Reya made sausage and crescent rolls for supper, the scent luring
Tad
from his magazine to the table.
"How's this working out for you dear?" He
murred, squeezing her from
behind as she set down the plate of meat. She took one of his paws
in both
of hers, raising it to her lips for a kiss.
"It's a lot of fun so far. As long as neither
of us gets hurt, I'm
happy with this." Tad nodded, satisfied, then sat down with Reya in
his lap.
"Well, fork me over a sausage then, will you
dear?"
Weeks rolled by, turning into months. Reya
and Tad became every stray
dog's worst nightmare. The cold weather eased, pushed aside by the
warmth of
late spring. And with spring, came something new...
"Tad? Tad, we need to talk." Reya called,
searching through the
apartment. It was Sunday, and they were off work. A quiet bark gave
her his
location, and the vixen tracked him to the bathroom. Tad was brushing
his
fur, standing natural in front of a small mirror above the sink. He
turned
and gave his mate a smile.
"So I'm vain. Can I help it with a body like
this?" Tad's smile faded
when he saw Reya's serious expression. She sighed, sitting down on
the edge
of the bathtub.
"I'm feeling things Tad, must be the right
season or something. I want
a cub." That got his attention! Tad dropped the brush, and knelt in
front of
his wife.
"But, we've tried before! I mean, we've never
even used protection, and
there hasn't been a child. So how..." Tad stemmed his flow of words
when a
tear trickled down Reya's fluffy cheek. "Oh dearest, I want a little
one as
well. We'll see what we can do." So Tad called up an OB and scheduled
an
appointment.
The office they visited later that week was
small and clean, the decor
done up in warm colors that calmed the two nervous foxes. Dr. Marchey
was,
needless to say, a little shocked at the nature of his patients.
"Well, it was either you or a vet, and there's
no vet around here
that's good with large animals." Tad laughed, joined nervously after
a
moment by the Doc. He invited them into the examination room, and proceeded
to look over and into Reya. After a while, he pulled off an examination
glove and sighed.
"Well Mr. and Mrs. Beauville, I'm a little
stumped. Reya, you seem to
be quite fertile. Your anatomy is a little strange, especially in the
realms
of elasticity, but I don't see any reason why you should be having
problems
getting pregnant. It could be Tad's seed isn't healthy. If I could
get a
specimen..." He trailed off. Tad nodded, and asked Marchey to leave
the room
for a moment. Reya made a game out of it, getting Tad up on the table
and
into the stirrups. With his legs spread wide, the vixen wriggled up
between
his thighs and gave his quivering member a lick. He responded with
a low
moan, and was soon writhing on the table as Reya went down on him.
Marchey twiddled his thumbs,
blushing a bright red as he stood outside the
door. Moans and cries of ecstasy easily penetrated the door, drawing
scandalized looks from one or two of the other patients.
Very soon the specimen cup
had a copious amount of foxy sperm within it.
Reya and Tad cleaned up and got dressed, then handed over the sample.
The
doctor took the cup without batting an eye.
"Thanks. I'll run this through the lab and
call you tomorrow with the
results."
The couple was up most of the night, holding
each other and whispering
comforts that the whisperers needed to hear as much as those they whispered
to did. When Tad and Reya returned home the next day, a message on
the
answering machine awaited them.
"Beauvilles? This is Dr. Marchey. Tad, your
sperm are...well, rather
incredible. They're extremely strong and healthy, and in fabulous
concentrations. If it weren't for your genetic, um, eccentricies, I'd
draft
you for our donor program. I'm afraid I'm stymied. Perhaps a second
opinion
would shed new light on this. Sorry friends." Reya growled, turning
to the
couch and raking her claws down one arm of it.
"It's not fair!" She cried, tears wetting
her cheeks even while she
ripped up the couch. Tad came up behind her and grasped her arms, making
her
lean back into him.
"No, it isn't. But we'll think of some way
to get you pregnant..." He
said, nosing his lover gently. Reya went limp in Tad's arms, shaking.
"Okay Tad. I know you'll try your best. Let's
just go to bed." As they
settled in under the covers, Tad had an idea. As often happened at
night, a
wild thought found fertile ground in the todd's brain. It grew in his
mind,
until he couldn't keep quiet about it any longer.
"Love?"
"Hmm?"
"Remember how we both got the way we are today?"
"How could I forget? I gulped you down with
my-"
"Yeah, well, why not do it again? Maybe having
me inside you will make
you feel better. And we've got a little off-time..." Reya sat up in
bed,
turned and buried her head in his chest.
"You'd do that for me?! Oh Tad, that really
would help..." She made a
happy little yipping noise, and rolled onto her back. Tad spread her
legs,
getting a good whiff of his vixen's heady scent. It made his mouth
water,
and his sheath swell.
"I think I'll try feet first this time..."
He murmured, reversing his
position. Reya was already moaning and rubbing her breasts and clit,
the
idea of unbirthing her lover again incredibly arousing. When she felt
Tad's
toes slip between her sex-petals, she mmmmed, and spread her legs wider.
Tad
bent his knees, moved his rump forward towards Reya, then pushed. His
feet
went in easily with a moist slurp, coaxing a fit of yiffing from Reya.
Strong muscles grasped his feet and tugged them deeper, wrapping Tad
in
soft, slick heat. His calves slid in next, just gliding in. Tad could
see
the outline of himself through Reya's tummyfur, then found his view
obstructed by his excited todd-hood... By now Reya's vaginal opening
was
stretched nearly a foot in diameter, but the vixen took it in stride.
He
gave himself a good shove and sank inside past his knees. Reya's cervix
dilated smoothly and sucked Tad's feet inside. Displaced air squeezed
out
around Tad's legs, and Reya's sex burped wetly. The couple paused to
giggle
for a moment before their lust overcame them once more. By now Tad's
feet
were pressed firmly against the wall of Reya's womb, so flexing his
legs
were necessary. The vixen winced just a little as this maneuver stretched
her tunnel, but the pleasure of the whole thing obliterated any thought
of
stopping. Moving quickly now as he sensed his lover's discomfort, Tad
scooted forward and fed his thighs into Reya's voracious cunnie. It
really
did seem like another mouth, slurping and drooling copiously as it
devoured
him. The bulk of his hips went in with a little wriggling, stretching
Reya
to a point Tad thought must be excruciating! But the vixen showed signs
of
nothing but ecstasy.
"More! MORE! Fill my belly with yourself Tad!
Stretch me!" She cried,
arching her back. Ripples inside Reya's canal swept up and down Tad's
lower
body, agitating his rock-hard member. Tad growled lustfully in response
to
his lover's words, and grasped Reya's legs. He used them to pull his
body
deeper, and soon he was kneeling against Reya's womb wall. The tissue
was
spongy and soft, promising a lovely time when he managed to get himself
fully inside. Looking up for a second, Tad gasped at the size of his
wife's
belly. It heaved and shifted with his movements, while Reya slid her
hands
frantically over herself. His cock grated against Reya's cervix for
a moment
before slipping within, as Reya's sex *slupped* up to Tad's armpits.
After a
moment of thought, Tad reached down and plunged both his arms down
into
Reya's hungry sex. The vixen cried out as she was stretched further,
orgasm
bubbling up inside her...
"You'll have to take it from here love." Tad
whispered hoarsely,
overcome with sensations. She groaned and nodded, then willed her muscles
into action. She started in surprise as with a single contraction,
her pussy
swallowed Tad down and tucked him away inside her. She orgasmed again
and
again, soaking the sheets down with her nectar, while Tad thrust his
cock
into the silky walls of flesh around him. The vixen's furry mountain
of a
belly shook and sloshed as Tad squirmed within. Reya barked and yiffed,
hugging her huge belly, cream coursing from her gaping slit! The scent
of
sex permeated the air of the apartment. Slowly, the waves of intense
pleasure ebbed, leaving a warm glow that suffused Reya's body wonderfully.
When both had exhausted themselves, there was nothing left to do but
talk
quietly to each other until sleep claimed them.
"Oh Tad...it feels wonderful having you inside
me. When I get excited
during love, I want more than your cock in me. I so wanted to grab
you and
stuff you up between my thighs! And now I have...it's wonderful." She
murrred, stroking her belly with an expression of pure content. Tad's
words
were muffled by amount of heavy flesh around him, but Reya thought
she
caught an 'I love you' somewhere in there. Then, with her tummy full
of
sweetheart, she drifted off.
Dawn shone in through the small window that
was the bedroom's primary
source of light. Reya stretched, and smiled to feel the mass inside
her. She
reached down and stroked her belly, murrrring in pleasure. But the
bulk
seemed smaller...
"NO!" She screamed, and sat up, clutching
her abdomen. It WAS smaller,
by at least four times!
"TAD!" Reya sobbed, rocking herself in place.
"I've killed him,
digested him or something..." A paw on her shoulder scared Reya into
tumbling off the cot. Tad stared down at her, blinking sleepily.
"Tad?" She whispered wonderingly, gazing up
at him. "Then who..." She
looked down at her heavy belly. Tad smiled, and reached down to stroke
his
wife's tummy.
"You're pregnant. I think I needed to deliver
my seed up close and
personal...or maybe I left something else of myself behind. I don't
know.
All I do know is that I fell asleep inside you, and woke up curled
against
your side. Rather sticky, but otherwise perfectly alright!" Reya stared
in
amazement at her pregnancy. A smile slowly crept across her muzzle.
"Thanks Tad...you did it." Reya climbed back
into bed, and smothered
Tad with kisses and hugs. Despite the thick walls, Tad was sure the
neighbors could hear her ecstatic yips and barks.
"Now, what will we call the cub?" He asked,
trying to distract the
desperately affectionate vixen before he suffocated. She leaned back
and
considered. Then her bright eyes lit up even brighter.
"Windsor!" Tad began to giggle, joined a second
later by Reya.
"He's gonna die when he hears that."
To Be Continued
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