	Omniscience: Ahh, Zootopia: what a magnificent country of progress and romance, home to many a human and Beast-kin alike.  Alongside each other Humans and Beast-kin have experienced centuries of peace and harmony, some even going as far as having families with each other, which would probably explain the country's population booming twenty-twofold each year in the last millennium alone.  From the strong and durable Horse-kin, to the quick-footed Rabbit-kin, to even the clever Fox-kin, it's no wonder why humans took a liking to the very diverse race.

	YOU are a young man, full of life and energy.  Just turning sixteen yesterday, you rushed through the capital of Zootopia, too busy to view the bustling skyscrapers passing by you.  Your business coming to the city?  Eagerly wanting to remove your virginity so you can ascend from boyhood to manhood, you heard from some friends there was a brothel lurking around the city, so you headed out to hunt for it.  You were holding onto that ticket for sixteen years too long, it was about time you cashed it in!

	After roaming the wide city for what felt like days (when it was only about thirty minutes) you stared down the building you were looking for.  It matched the description your friends gave you: a dainty, little building of aging brick, lacking in height inherited by the other magnificent structures sandwhiching it.  You thought in your disappointed denial, with how small the place was, maybe they were trying to hide under the radar.  You couldn't blame them: from the story's you heard, a demon watches over and protects it and its workers as its Mistress.  “Don't worry,” your buds told you before you made the journey, “It gets better inside.”  You just hoped they were right.

	A little bell jingled as you opened the door, doing nothing for the shock you went through from realizing how the building went from being minuscule to becoming a black void, stretching out in every direction ad infinitum! The only thing keeping you from falling in the nothingness, it seemed, was the red and black checkered tile floor, echoing each footstep you make as you nervously venture in truly unknown territory.  Nonetheless, through all the caution, you still thought it was amazing such a place even existed, if you could even call it a “place” at all!

	Suddenly the door closed!  You turn around quickly, finding a young woman, who barely looks to be breaking through her twenties, with her hand firmly on the entrance.  She possessed a provocative human form, sporting two lovely girls peeking from her kimono, with smooth skin so pale, you believed you could walk right through her.  But “human” would be the last thing to call her.  Her rosy red hair looked layered and unkempt, a pair of pointed fox ears wiggling inside that cotton ball she called a hairdo.  Her ivory kimono ended right where her thick thighs began, tied to her waist by a blood red bow.  Underneath that elegant dress two fox tails, as elegantly red as her hair, puffed out.  As you stared into her piercing sapphires you could feel her stare back at you, and even right through you. 

	 She gave you a childish scarlet smile following a giggle, “Welcome, visitor!”  The demoness's  voice lit up like a little girl's barely hitting puberty, throwing you off completely. With a body like that, you thought she was going to have the smooth voice of a cunning jazz bar dame from those 50's movies.  Man, talk about no judging a book by its cover.  “My name is Chizuko, but if you're here for business, it's Madam Chizuko to you.  Or Madame Chizuko, I'm not picky about the title.”  Wow, not only her voice, but also her mind lagged behind in growth.  You were almost convinced she was a child trapped in an adult's body.  Before she had any more words to say, something caught her nose like a hook.  “sniff-sniff-sniff, that smell, I know it: a mixture of anxiety, desperation, and hormones- you must be a virgin, right?”

	You stood there, unable to physically respond except with an embarrassed gulp.  How could she have figured that out so soon?  

	“Hahahahahahahaha!  What, fox got your tongue?”  The demoness laughed childishly, finding your inability to respond so amusing she nearly fell out of her chair.  “Relax, guy, I won't hurt ya!  Y'see, I'm actually a kind-hearted demon: I'll be good to ya, as long as you pay me back.  With money, of course; I don't do the whole 'soul currency' thing the other demons do.  Apparently, I ain't cool enough.”

	Hearing that let a gigantic load off your chest.  She walked towards you, her juicy hips shrunk your pants with each sway.  By the time the two of you were chest-to-chest Madam Chizuko's short height became more apparent to you, almost as if her hair alone made up a fourth of her tallness; her eyes only came up to your collarbone.  Wrapping an arm around your shoulder the demoness told you rather bluntly, “Listen, here's the deal: since this is your first time, I'll cut your expenses.  I'll make it free.  This is a special moment for you, and I want you to experience it to the fullest.  Deal?”

	You weren't able to catch what she told you: all you had on your mind was whether or not she was on the menu.  Your attention stayed glued to her breasts, you peeked at them from the opening of her dress from above.  Each of her girls were about as easily big as your head, maybe even bigger, begging you to grope them like pillows.  With your mouth nearly flooding with saliva, you couldn't wait to oblige them.

	As you stealthily crept one of your hands toward her bosom, it was met with a sharp slap to the wrist!  “No!  Bad human!”  She scalded you.  “Not me; them!”  She placed her soft hands firmly on your face cheeks to force a look into the void replacing her ceiling.  It was hard to tell at first, but as you squinted into the infinite black ocean of nothingness, you an barely make out several dots.  “You see those things up there?  Wanna know what they are?  Doors.”  She answered bluntly.  “Wanna know where those doors'll lead you?  They'll lead you to the girl of your desire: wanna get down with a Cow-kin who has all the cushion for the pushin'?  She's here.  Or maybe a Horse-kin who'll teach you the true definition of obedience?  She's here.  Or maybe you find yourself a pure-blood, and just want a normal human girl?  She's here.  You name her- she's here.  Oh, and we have boys, too, just in case.”

	Truly the fox lady operated a business of many options:  your brain became so overworked from just deciding who you wanted, Chizuku thought she saw smoke crawling out of your ears!  All you had to do was tell her the girl you wanted, and she'll bring you to her.  Suddenly a light lit up in your mind, helping your way through the growing migraine: this is your first time, you might as well go short, simple, and sweet.

	Nervously you whispered your request into the demoness's ear.  “Do we...do we have any virgin girls, you ask?”  Chizuko tried piecing your request together, barely hearing it through your embarrassment the first time.  “Oh, I see: you want an even playing field.  Understandable, I guess.  I do have one girl in mind- DOOR #427, COME DOWN!”  Her thundering voice echoed throughout the void.  The black hole occupying her ceiling space answered her cry, producing a dark cherry wood door from its eye.  “Yeah, she and I are total besties; we're closer than two sisters.”  The fox lady started talking to pass the time as you both waited on the entrance.  “Just be careful with her: the first time we met, she was an emotional mess.  Poor, young thing- to have your life go so downhill that the only way you'd think it'd go uphill is through brothel work, clearly she was in a dark place. Up until this point, I only had her working in light companionship situations: to be a shoulder to cry on, a friend who's there for you, ya' know, friendly interactions.  I dunno, just thought back then that'd help boost her morale a bit; somethin' didn't feel right with me just sendin' her right in with sex, with much more smarter, experienced regulars who know how to take advantage of her ruthlessly.”

	After what felt like forever listening to this girl ramble on (when it was only about five minutes), the door finally touched down to the tiled floor with a “clunk!”. Knocking three times on its wooden finish The mistress grabbed hold of its brass knob and, before opening it, turned back to you, “If you haven't realized it yet: this door is a wormhole that leads to your desired girl.  That's not even a metaphor- it's true!  Anyways, I think you'll like her, maybe even make friends with her.  Just call her beautiful, maybe nibble her on the neck a little, then she'll melt all over you like butter. Oh, and one more thing: since we're besties, if you hurt her in any way, I will skin you.   Seriously, I'll tear off your hide, and use it as a rug; then, I'll sell your meat to a neighboring Bull-kin tribe, or something.  Your bones I'll probably use to craft candelabras and chandeliers out of.  They'll look so pretty. Deal? Deal.  Okay, let's go inside!”

	The door opened with a slow “krriiiiiiiiiiiiiiick.”  Following the fox inside the room, you felt the floor elevate slightly from flat tile to solid stone.  The small space was very minimalist, the only things of value catching your eye being a bed placed against the back wall, elegantly blanketed by a red cover, and it's inhabitant stretched across it in a blissful snooze.  

	 The human-looking Sheep-kin curdled herself on the mattress, her light snores filled the room.  If you had to guess, she was about the same age as you.  A curly fleece of snow covered over her eyes as she slept, long ears folded down, though her arms obscured your sight of her face.  Her skin was a dark chocolate brown, cleanly shaven of wool her people are so renowned for, except her legs, which were fully covered by the white material like natural stockings, each ending in two black toes.  Her body wasn't as sharp and curvaceous as the mistress's because of her pudgy love handles, but it was just the right amount of fat to find her attractive.  Chizuko quietly walked up to the bed, and sat down on the edge to rub her friend's side.  “Hey, Mary, are you awake?”  She whispered to her in a loving, considerate tone.

	The sheep responded quite sluggishly, only rubbing her face with her hands and replying back with a sleepy “H-huh?”

	“You have a visitor, Mary.”  The girl drowsily gazed at you with her eyes of gold, shyly waving hello.  Staring back you could see a sudden spark of attentiveness in her eyes, waking her up with a surprise as she stood up straight on her knees.  “He wants his first time to be with you.  Whaddya say, think you can handle it?”

	“I-I-I-I don't know!  I-I-I never done anything like this before!”  She responded nervously.  “Y-you think I'm ready for this?”

	“Sure do!”  Chizuko expressed her confidence in her shout.  “Don't worry, you'll have a great time, girl!”

	“R-really, Madam Chizuko?”

	“Yup. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll leave you two alone.  Have fun, kids!”  Taking her leave, waving her hand,  the demoness strolled across the room, closing the door behind you.  The two of you stared at each other in awkward silence, your hearts performing a symphony of percussion together.  You felt there was a move to be made, but neither of you dared to make it.  Maybe sitting by her would be a great start.  

	You crawled onto her bed, feeling the soft satin of her sheet glide right under your palms.  The bed settled as you laid on your belly, looking up at the shy sheep, who dared not to make eye contact with you.  “I-I-I'm s-sorry, I...my head isn't working right, right now.”  She apologized for nothing, a blush forming under those dark cheeks of her.  “I've never been in a situation like this.  H-how should we start?  How about laying down?”

	She loosely grabbed you by your wrist as she shifted to her back, pulling you right on top.  You stared down at her face, noticing her pupils are not circular-shaped like your own, but more ovular, slanting horizontally, filled with anxiety.  Your eyes traveled down her being, catching a field of freckles dotting her collarbone.  Below that her breasts, each were small like a softball, her nipples were like large pieces of chocolate chips.  An uncontrollable warmth grew inside you, something about this just felt incredibly right to you. 

	You placed your right hand on her left tit, gently massaging it while she attempted to hold back a groan.  Rubbing her nipple with just a finger you watched her struggling to control herself from squirming.  “Nnnh, p-please, k-keep doing that.  Slowly.”  She muttered, looking away from you as she bit her lip.  From the sound of her cooing, she must be enjoying it.  As requested, you slowed your finger down, the little lamb almost wanting to go crazy from the teasing her nipple was receiving.   You felt her thighs wanting to kick free from underneath you as she squirmed.  If she was this sensitive to just having her nip rubbed, you wondered how she'll react when you turn up the heat.

	Her neck looked vulnerable to you; why keep it from the fun?  You lightly kissed where her neck met her shoulder.  “Guaahhh-haaaah~!”  her moans grew louder and more plentiful the more your tongue danced around her neck, followed by your teeth lightly biting down every few times.  Chizuko was right: before you knew it, you had her melting like butter.  

	“P-p-please, can you kiss me?”  She asked before another moan was let loose. With a tender voice like that, you couldn't refuse the lady, now could you.  Her eyes closed, you locked your lips with hers. You hinted at a slight taste of fruit on her soft, chocolate lips, possibly tasting like apples.  With both your faces preoccupied you batted an eye from the curious hands crawling up your spine, playing with your dangling shirt.  Does she want it off?  You'd hate to break your lips from hers this early.

	You sat up straight from her palm pushing up against your chest.  She followed, plomping herself right on your lap, holding you passionately by your neck with both arms, as you two continued swapping saliva.  Your digits ran across her hips, feeling her hairless hide, and squeezing the marshmallowiness of her love handles.  It all just morphed into your palms with each squeeze, it was almost enough to make you addicted to the sensation! You made her want to moan through her kiss, but she stayed in control of herself.  Mary broke away from the kiss, and whispered, “I-I-I can't get my mind off that thing that keeps poking me.  I-i-is it okay if I take a look at it, please?”  

	Sure, where's the harm in that, you thought.  You laid back as you felt her sheepish fingers toy with your pants button, struggling to undo it.  Finally able to undo the button, she innocently slid your pants down your thighs, investigating the incredible bulge concealed inside your tighty-whiteys.  As she pulled your frontal flaps apart, your man-rod jumped out to greet the girl.  She was at a loss for words, you were easily a two-hander! “W-w-wow, it's so big!  I don't think even Horse-kin could grow this big!”  You chuckled quietly, trying to hide your subtle embarrassment over her cute words.   Her blush deepened looking your masculinity straight in its eye, slowly running her loose grip down your veiny, pulsating member as she fondled your set.  “M-Madam Chizuko told me it was only fair for me to do this, since you stimulated me.”

	Her grip clenched around your dick comfortably, not too tight, not too loose. On the instructions she was old by the demoness she moved her hand up and down your tip, cautious about not severing your towering sausage in two. You let out some moans of your own, the sensation was completely different from anytime you do it yourself.  You felt yourself becoming harder, throbbing in the sheep's small, yet gentle hands.

	In your arousal, you suggested Mary to try something else as you push her head closer to your tip.  “R-r-really?  Y-you want me to do that?  O-okay.”  Opening her mouth she slowly sunk herself down your shaft.  Her coarse tongue licked and wrapped around your second head, giving you an unfelt sensation as she moved her mouth back and fourth.  You had to admit, for a first-timer she was doing pretty well, you wondered if she had any practice doing this at all.  Keeping her range shallow, only focusing on your tip, she picked up her speed, causing you to squirm like a worm under her influence.  

	How long has it been since she was at this?  A minute, maybe two?  With such a thorough job she's giving your member, you were surprised you haven't erupted yet.  But telling from that subtle, yet increasingly uncomfortable pressure in your dick you knew it won't be before long that happened.  You gripped the satin bed sheets tightly, embracing for what felt like a big orgasm waiting to happen.  Here it came:  in a split-second decision, you plunged the poor lamb girl's head down your shaft as you flooded her food hole with seed!  Her cheeks puffed as you maxed her capacity out with nothing but your juices!

	She quickly lifted up, spitting out the white stuff through her coughing fit.  “W-what the heck?  No warning?”  She scolded you in her dismay.  Watching her puke out puddle after puddle of seed on the stone floor, you couldn't help but feel a little bad for not preparing her for it.  But then again, how were you supposed to know you were going to unload a literal bucket's worth down her throat?  Through all that puking, she still managed to keep a calm air about herself.  In the least shakiest she could muster, “S-sorry for yelling at you.  I w-was just...caught a little off-guard, was all.  P-please don't think I don't want to continue.  I-I do.”

	She glimpsed at your dick, still somehow retaining its hardness, still covered in its own mess.  “Y-you got yourself a little dirty.  May I clean you up?”  She offered as an apology.  Handling you by your base, she ran her pink tongue up and down your long shaft, gently cleaning it of its oozy overcoat, her golden watchers anxiously locked on you enjoying her company.  Your mind ran wild about how cute she looked: hell, she didn't just own your mind, but your heart as well.  You ran your fingers through her soft head fleece; your erection stiffened with each stroke through her slick curls.  “I-it tastes really salty.”  The girl commented under her breath in between licks of your lollipop.

	After some time, your meatpole became sparkly clean, courtesy of the Sheep-kin.  You gratefully thanked her for the job well done.  “O-oh, Th-thank you.”  She squeaked, a small smile crept in between her rosy cheeks.  Now that the appetizers were out of the way, you thought now was the time for the main course.  Nudging her to lay back down, you stripped fully naked in front of the Beast-kin, that sparkle in her eye telling you she was liking what she saw.  She spread her thighs open, revealing you her soaking wet sex.  

	She clamped her mouth shut of moans with her palms as you rubbed your fingers down her clit.  Listening to her squeaks of restrained ecstasy you thought she sounded more like a Mouse-kin than a Sheep-kin.  She's been a good girl to you, you thought of giving her a little treat; it was only fair.  You flicked the tip of your tongue in-between her flaps, sending Mary in a fit.  “Baaaa-haaaaa~!”  She loudly cooed, drooling a little in delight.  Her warm juices were welcome in your mouth as you plunged deeper and deeper into her tight crevasse.  The once silent atmosphere quickly filled with the girl's perverted shrieks of pleasure: the louder she became, the more you knew you were doing a good job.  “Th-this is good!  This is really good!  You're really good~!”  She cried over and over, sweetly taunting you to keep up the act, though the growing soreness in your tongue could only let you keep on for so long.  

	Eventually you gave into your mouth's request for a rest, letting up from her drooling pussy.  “Y-you're gonna stick it in now?”  Mary asked curiously, watching your hovering meat pulsate in front of her fleshy hallway.  “O-okay, but please, do it slowly.”  With her permission granted, you slowly sunk your meat inside her, pushing your way through her slippery walls.  You hit the end of her tunnel, not completely sheathed by the girl.  Along your voyage you felt something break, sending a wave of hurt through the poor lamb.  Her pleasure filled moans quickly turned to tearful snivels, the discomfort was too much for her to bear at once. “Th-the pain!  I-i-it hurts!  It really hurts!”  She cried out.  Her words pushed a small panic button of yours: Madam Chizuko said she'll skin ya if you hurt her, right?  And this technically counted as hurting her, right?!

	Worriedly you asked her if you should stop!  “N-no, it's fine, it's fine.  I-it only burns a little.”  Mary assured you under her groaning.  “J-just, please, go slowly.”  You nodded your head, proceeding to move your shaft back and fourth between her juicy walls, hitting the edge of her womb with ease.  She moaned with each thrust, each mixed equal parts pleasure and pain, but fully enjoyed the sensations you're giving her as she drooled over herself.  “Baaaaaahhh-Haaaah~!  B-Baaaaah~!”  Listening to the sweet sound of her music put a smile on your face.  Her tightness was so addicting to you, it was like her pussy was sucking you in and pushing you out on its own.  

	A few minutes passed while you were preoccupied in your slow rhythm.  Mary's squeals even sounded less and less uncomfortable as the time flew by, maybe she was getting used to you now.  But your pattern grew slower, exhaustion started to sink in.  You kept the Sheep-kin close to you as you threw yourself on your back, standing the girl up straight on your flesh tower.  “D-don't worry, I'll take over from here.  If you don't mind that.”  She said to you under her sex-filled breath.  “I-I'm going to move my hips around, alright?”  She did just that, her hips danced in a circular motion, balancing herself atop your chest with both arms.  D-damn, she hasn't even begun, and yet you felt her suck away your endurance!  All you wanted to do was lay there and watch that marvelous, bald pussy work its magic on you.  “Gasp, gasp, are y-you enjoying it?”  She asked.  “A-am I doing a good job, so far?”  Good?  She was doing great!  In fact you never felt better!  You grabbed hold of that squishy ham of hers, telling her to pick up the pace.  “O-okay!”  But instead, she had something else in mind.  The circular motions stopped, and suddenly, she was giving YOU the thrusting of your life!  She hammered her round ass down your shaft with full force, losing her mind as her tender lips worked you with all her energy.  “Yes!  Yes!  Haaaaaagh~n!  H-harder!  Harder!!”  She screamed, fully possessed with pleasure, amidst the sounds of her pussy churning its own juices into a thick froth.

	You don't know how much more of this you would last.  In not even minutes you  closer to an inevitable orgasm.  Those sparkles in her golden eyes said she wanted the fun to last, and so did you, but most good things must eventually come to an end.  You bucked the Sheep off your pelvis, pinning her on her back, her legs raised behind her head, as you continued to dominate her tunnel until the time of delivering your payload.  “Yes!  Yes!  P-please, breed me!”  She shouted as if realizing you were readying yourself for release.  “Breed me!  Fill me with your love~!!”  Your thrusts grew more powerful as you felt your  cock swell inside her walls waiting to burst from the tip.  You grabbed hold of her naturally grown fleece stockings, giving her one last pounce until finally flooding her sweet sex with seed.  “Gaaaagh-haaaaaagh~!”  She could feel herself swell like a balloon from your large load.

	You panted heavily in her chest, slowly unplugging your tired wood from her hole, and watching your cum flow like a river from her pink flower, and all over her nice bedsheets.  You both laid beside each other, deprived of energy, not a single inch of your bodies left uncovered in sweat.  Whatever energy you had left was reserved for your heavy panting.  The exhausted Sheep girl wrapped herself around you: her arms wrapped lovingly around your neck, and a single leg stretched across your pelvis.  Her warm breath brushed across your chest, felling good to the touch.

	“Th-thank you...for this magnificent day, mister...”  Mary thanked you happily, but short of breath.  “Th-the only thing that...saddens me...is I probably won't ever see you again.  I only wish...we met in a different way...th-then we could have been lovers.”  You smiled at that thought.  You had to admit it wasn't such a bad outlook.  In fact, you thought it didn't have to end here.  You told the sluggish Sheep about your thought, striking a chord in her heart, “R-really?  Y-y-you really want...to date me?”  You watched her face turn entirely red, her grip on you shook.  But out of her shyness, you saw a smile stretch across, “Y-yes. Yes, I'd love to date you.”  She agreed, clenching you tighter just to bring herself closer.  

	“I-if we're going to be lovers, then I guess we should get to know each other, right?  Maybe we can tell each other our names for a start?  Mine is Mary, Mary Laine.  What's yours?”  Under your panting breath, you gave the girl your name.  “You have a nice name.”  She complimented, as cute as her exhaustion could allow her to be.

	You remembered Chizuko telling you earlier about Mary, about how her life spiraled downhill to the point working at a brothel seemed like an idea from God given to her.  It made you curious, but, should you really ask her about it this early?  Maybe, if you word it carefully, you wouldn't anger her.  Figuring you had nothing to lose except, maybe, your newly acquired girlfriend, You carefully spilled your beans to the Sheep girl.  “Oh, Chizuko told you that about me?”  Mary's tone shifted to a depressing hue of blue.  “I-it's okay you brought it up- you only want to know me more.  Yes, my life hasn't been the greatest before meeting Madam Chizuko.  When I was young, I used to live on a farm where my family provides silk and yarn to the community with our own wool.  My father was very proud with our wool.  So proud that, when he found out I couldn't produce it...as adequately as my other siblings, he disowned me and exiled me from the farm.”

	You found that outrageous!  Her fleece was the softest thing you ever felt!  How could her dad just throw her out for not making “adequate” wool?  “Well, him being Sheep-kin as well, he had extremely high expectations for our wool production.  The next several years I roamed the neighboring woods, surviving off of anything I could find.  It was Hell.  One day when I wandered into this city, I bumped into Madam Chizuko.  She took me in, and sheltered me here.  I worked for her ever since out of appreciation.  She keeps me warm, fed, and safe.”  Her eyes began to mist, her chest was finally rid of a heavy burden she locked away for years.  “Thank you for listening.  It made me feel much better.”  With a wet kiss to your cheek, she quickly dozed off, still clamped to your body.  You couldn't help but feel a little weary yourself.  With all that energy you burnt, who's to blame you?  A heavy yawn escaped from your mouth, maybe a quick nap could be in order before leaving.  You wrapped your own arms around the Sheep's squishy waist, closed your eyes, and dozed off...


	“Dammit, what's taking that guy so long?”  An impatient Chizuko huffed to herself, tapping her foot outside the erect door, maybe just a little irritated with you.  “It's been three hours since he went in.  As I recall, virgins don't last for three hours, let alone three minutes.  What could they still be doing in there?  I swear, I hope for that guy's sake I don't find Mary slain in the middle of the floor as part of some twisted blood sacrifice.  I've had that happen one too many times with past workers- and cleanup was not fun.  That's it!  I'm pullin' the plug on this, NOW!”  

	Just before she could angrily bang her fist against the cherrywood finish You pulled the door open, you were fully clothed and about to head out.  Chizuko peaked behind you, and to her relief, found a not-so-slain Mary, lovingly embracing you from behind.  “Just be sure to visit me when you can, okay?”  You nodded your head and smiled to the Sheep-kin, giving her one last peck on her lips before making your way out the door.  Hmm, to the fox lady, it sounded like Mary became a little more confident during this endeavor.

	“Soo...it looks like you two hit it off, pretty well.”  Chizuko said, at a loss for most words.  Peeking over the Beast-kin's shoulders the fox found nothing out of the ordinary, except for some messy bedsheets, soaked with various bodily fluids.

	“Mm-hmm!”  The sheep nodded gleefully, seeming to glow brighter than ever before to the fox.  “I've never felt this happy in years, Madam Chizuko!  Thank you for choosing him out for me.  I'm glad to have you as a friend.  If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have met my lover, and father of my children.”

	“You're very wel- wait a minute- father of your children?”  Something sounded fishy to the fox's ears.  “I thought you didn't have any children.”

	Mary giggled into her hands, giving the mistress a coy smile, “Hehehe, well not anymore.  I'm sorry.  I got a little carried away.”

	
