"Please, sir...just a single loaf."

"Bah...very well, Antonius. You'll have your loaf, for no less than 3 lira."

"3 lira?! I have a wife and 4 children to feed, Marconus, you want the rest of my money too?"

"It's 3 lira, friend. That's not much. You can go down the street and spend 4 lira on a loaf of bread from that bootlicker Ginerva."

"I...but..."

"...Fine, Antonius, you swindler. 2 lira, just for you."

"Thank you, Marconus. Thank you."

The tall brown bear breathed a long and tired sigh, turning his head from the pleading feline towards the side, transfixing his gaze on the short, barely 11-year-old Coyote who tirelessly scooped coals into a smoulder bread oven, wiping his forehead and dragging a mark of soot across it from the back of his hand.

"Alessio," He called to the cub, who raised his head to look at him. "Clean your hands, then bestow his wealthy gentleman a loaf."

The feline grumbled, but bowed his head and showed the utmost respect to the bear in front of him as the 11-year-old silently wiped his hands on a cloth, then took a loaf of bread, wrapping it within beeswax-soaked linen. The fabric had a perfect wax seal on it and, when folded, maintained its shape around the loaf. Such paper didn't come cheap, but the bear had one of the most prestigious and renowned bakeries in all of Florence-- there was no chance he'd skimp out on something so known to his 'brand'. Everyone always said that if the bread had wax linen, it was Acerbus's Bakery.

"Grazie," The man fervently thanked them, taking the bread from the outstretched coyote's hands. "My children will eat well tonight because of your kindness."

"You say that every time, Antonius. Take your thanks and get a better-paying job." Marconus argued, but there was a degree of softness in his eyes, and kindness in his tone, despite the harsh words. The man across from them, a canine of his own stature, bowed and quickly left, looking sorrowful but grateful. Marconus sucked in a breath and let out a long, tired sigh before glancing at his 'apprentice', who sheepishly glanced up at him before turning back to the stove.

Young Alessio had been with the adult bear for about 5 weeks now, and he was picking up on things relatively quickly. Marconus had found him one particularly dark and dry evening trying to pilfer what little was left of Marconus's stock near the end of the day, when he'd close up shop-- he was smart about it too, waiting until the anthro bear had been round the back of his store, checking inventory and preparing some things for the next day. The store had been quiet and he'd picked an opportune time...ultimately, Marconus should have been angry, but the boy was so scrawny and frail that, when caught, he had been pitifully easy to catch, though part of that was likely down to the coyote cub underestimating just how fast the bear could be when needed. He'd recognised the boy's talents, his critical thinking, and decided to give him a chance at something better-- simply work at his bakery as his apprentice and he'd see just about all of his problem erased. No one would think to go after a thief who was vouched for, but that didn't mean the boy could go around and steal again...Marconus had every intent of raising the boy as his own.

"Go ahead and finish up for the night, boy," Marconus insisted. "I think you've well earned your keep today."

"Yes, sir." When Marconus had first met him, Alessio had been feisty, violent and rebellious, but now he was complacent, and he might even go so far as to say content...but it was hard to tell. The man watched out the corner of his eye as the cub dropped the shovel down by the stove and turned to grab the broom, scooping the remnants of charcoal dust and soot from the floor to keep the place as clean as he possibly could. Once upon a time, Marconus might have used firewood...but he could afford such luxuries as burnable minerals now. He would have told the boy to stop, but having the extra hand to clean up was useful. He, himself, turned towards the counter next to the oven and swept with a large piece of dirty cloth, brushing off the mixture of flour and tiny specks of dough, where he'd been making bread earlier that day.

"Anything else, sir?" The coyote peered up at him and Marconus glanced down-- he always forgot how short the boy was compared to him. Bears were naturally tall, and coyotes were...well.

"That should be it, kid. Go rest up, okay?" He assured him, and the boy quietly nodded, turning and padding across the room in the cloth shirt and pants that Marconus had bought for him a month ago. He looked good in it, but honestly, Marconus didn't think much of the boy outside of a potential son he never had. He watched as the cub turned the corner into the back rooms, where the doors beyond led towards the sleeping and common areas; the bear's home was part of the bakery, after all. Marconus didn't follow him; he still had some cleaning up to do...and something to check, too.

He worked tirelessly, wiping down counters, putting away utensils and other items used for baking, and making sure the bread within the pantry that was proofing was rising nicely-- it was the kind of bread that benefited more from having longer to proof, for a richer flavour. Once he'd checked everything over, he locked up the front door and twisted the sign around to close it, then turned to the jars that sat on the far back wall. Sometimes, the kind of goods he baked could do with a bit of oil; it just worked out better, they came out with a crispier crust, and generally speaking, oil was just good to have around for all manner of things...it also helped for kneading a particularly sticky dough, as it provided a kind of barrier for his hands.

The problem itself lay in the oil; not its presence, nor its abundance...quite the opposite, in fact. Some of it had started to go missing.

Marconus didn't want to assume the worst, but he checked, just in case. As he suspected, another vial's worth was missing, about the amount he'd use to oil his hands for kneading specific slabs of dough. He wasn't sure what it was being used for, but only Alessio had access to behind the counter, save for Marconus...so the only person that could have taken it is him. He thought the boy was done with thievery...everything else about the way he acted pointed to it, so why? That was the question he didn't have an answer to, but something told him he'd find out soon enough.

With the majority of the cleaning done, Marconus locked up the doors and headed into the back. The sun was setting incredibly quickly, but that was pretty typical. He lit a candle to trudge around the house and deal with supper, and he made a stew for the two of them, with a couple of slices of bread from a loaf he baked that day. Alessio ate in silence for the most part-- he wasn't much of a talker anyway-- and Marconus kept relatively quiet too. It had been a long day and he was a little tired, and everything they ever had to talk about was already done throughout the day anyway. They got through most of their food pretty quickly and then the 11-year-old's belly was full, he rose and adjourned to his bedroom. Marconus wished him a good night, but didn't get a response in return, and surmised he must be really tired.

The night passed quickly, to the point where Marconus blinked and it was already the middle of the night. The streets of the city were quiet, and as Marconus creaked out of bed, clad in just a pair of undergarments, to look out the window. He'd tried to sleep, but he was too hung up on the missing oil to really sleep, mostly because he didn't want to think his new apprentice was just another thief...it said more about his own judgement of individuals than it did about the coyote's character. He lingered by the window longer, just watching the solemnly quiet streets, before he turned towards his bedroom door.

He slowly made his way through the house, trying to be as quiet as he could...well, as quiet as his body would allow, considering his large stature and above-average muscles from all the heavy lifting and kneading he did. The pads on his feet allowed for slightly quieter walking than boots, but he wasn't doing it to sneak around, really-- it didn't matter if his apprentice heard him coming or not, he planned to confront him regardless. The made his way down the hall, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as anxiety boiled in his gut; how was he going to have this conversation in a way that was compassionate?

When he approached the door to the boy's room-- he'd allowed him a room in his house for privacy purposes, and even went so far as to buy him a bed, too-- he could hear noises from within, which more or less indicated that the cub inside was awake. The more he listened, the more he was inclined the think that Alessio was doing more than just laying in bed...in fact, he was pretty sure the kid was jerking off, from the way he could fainly hear the little gasps and sighs. Marconus hesitated to barge in him; after all, a man should have his alone time, but a tickle of desire rushed up through him, too. He sucked in a breath and pursed his muzzle before putting his hand on the handle, gripping tightly, calming his nerves and swallowing his guilt. He twisted and pushed open the door without warning.

"H-Huh?!" A cry came from the bed on the far side of the room, and Marconus's gaze fell upon the coyote boy as the cub snapped his legs shut and frantically tried to pull his fabric blankets over his naked, boyish form with a single hand, the other delved between his legs, covering whatever he could. Marconus hesitated for a moment and his face twisted into a mixture of unease and embarrassment-- his thoughts were right on the money, at least, but that just made him feel worse.

"S-Sir, I, um..." Alessio began awkwardly, squirming and tucking his legs up a little higher. He couldn't look into the bear's eyes, and Marconus found it difficult to even look at him too. The bear cleared his throat and slowly approached, lingering by the edge of the bed, before he eventually just moved to take a seat on the edge. Alessio looked stunned that he even sat down, especially when he'd been...well, masturbating. The bear's eyes glanced over the bed and, sure enough, there was a small vial on the end table nearby, the cork sat just to the side.

"You've been stealing some oil from the jar," Marconus began in a quiet tone, trying not to look too disappointed, and as the cub started to refute it, Marconus held up a hand. "I checked. I've suspected for a while...you don't think it's obvious when the vial sits right there?"

A silence filled the air between them for a moment and Marconus hoped the boy would open up and admit to the truth, but the coyote was uncomfortable silent. The bear sighed, leaning forwards to rest his elbow on his knee, before making a gesture with his hand.

"Ragazzo, please. Just tell the truth. I won't be mad. Promise." Marconus insisted, and the coyote looks at him for a moment before he relaxes somewhat, sliding his legs out...though he didn't yet move the blankets from his person.

"...Yes, I took the oil, s-sir." He eventually told the truth, and Marconus could tell from the way he awkwardly shrank away and averted his eyes that he was remorseful-- well, there was a chance he could be a very good liar, but the baker liked to think he was a good judge of character, for the most part. He tilted his head and made a gesture, hoping the boy would continue, give his reasoning, or otherwise. The coyote cub squirmed in a way that made it clear he didn't want to share the reasons, but Marconus didn't move, more or less inferring without words that he wasn't going to leave without an answer.

"Merda," Alessio mumbled, cursing under his breath. "I, um...I was using it for something, sir."

"There's not a lot you can use oil for..." Marconus pointed out. "Not for medicine, at least...and you're certainly not sick, or I would know. Are you...using it for lubrication?"

If Alessio could have shrunk further into his bed, he could have-- in fact, he probably would have disappeared entirely, if that were possible. Instead, all he could do was sit there in stunned silence before he slowly nodded, keeping his gaze down to his blankets. Marconus slowly reached out a hand and grabbed the edge of the blanket, moving it over so that it exposed the boy's form. For a moment the coyote squeezed his legs together to hide what he could, but he eventually spread his legs apart and conceded, lifting his hand to reveal his tiny, humanoid cock, now flaccid from the awkward situation...but to Marconus's surprise, it wasn't slick and glistening with oil...instead, the contents of the vial had been used elsewhere.

"Oh." He didn't know what else to say other than that, but it was hard to deny the sudden rush that shot up his body, followed by a growing tingle in his loins. Alessio had been fingering himself, sticking his digits in a taut, small hole...Marconus didn't like to admit that he had been interested in Alessio-- after all, the cub was only 11-- but seeing him in such a vulnerable state, knowing he's been working his backside, was making Marconus hot and heavy with desire.

Slowly, the bear scooted closer, sliding across the bed until his body was inches away from the coyote's own. Alessio had to shift his legs to the side to allow Marconus to get closer, and the 11-year-old sucked in a breath when the bear put his hand on the cub's thigh. The disparaging size difference of his hand compared to those slender legs couldn't be understated.

"What were you fingering yourself to?" Marconus asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper, as he shifted his hand around to the boy's inner thigh, his thumb stroking the soft fur of his legs. Alessio trembled, but the bear couldn't tell if it was out of fear or anticipation, at least not at first. It became clear it was the latter, however, when the cub's little cock began to visually and obviously swell and twitch, growing harder just from Marconus's touch alone.

"Y...You." The coyote mumbled quietly, and Marconus almost didn't hear him...almost. The realisation hit the bear and his need grew rapidly, the reciprocation of interest, the mutual desire between them, enough to melt any inhibitions he had. Marconus bowed his head and pressed his muzzle to the coyote's cheek, moving down to his neck, where he pressed a kiss to the cub's shoulder. Alessio instinctively reached up to touch at the man's clothed chest, and in response the bear leant forwards, inadvertently pushing the boy down onto the bed.

Marconus leaned back for a moment to stare down at the boy, whose expression had grown flushed, and his cock as hard as it could be. The boy stretched out his legs and showed himself off a little, but it's clear his eyes were on the bear, and nothing else; his young eyes trailed down, looking up and down Marconus's figure, and the man knew what he wanted. He couldn't believe this little thief he'd picked up over a month ago would be submitting to him like this, would be so willing to see more of him...Marconus hadn't had much interest from other people for so long.

leaning back, Marconus pulled at his shirt, yanking it over his head to reveal his broad-shouldered stocky frame, bearing no significant muscle definition, yet in good shape all the same thanks to the amount of work he does. He could feel the boy's eyes on him before he'd even pulled the collar of the shirt over his head, and when he dropped it to the side, he affixed the 11-year-old with a stare, watching the way the coyote openly ogled him and squirmed, clearly interested yet apprehensive. Unable to stop himself, Marconus slowly moved across the bed, swinging a leg over the cub's body and straightening his own limbs out so he could untie and push down his cloth pants, along with the undergarments beneath. His slim, high-quality linen garments came down with ease once loosened, and Alessio's gaze raked from the bear's chest down his body, his eyes widening when he spotted the bear's steadily growing adult cock, swinging freely from the confines of his pants and pointing straight down, angling towards the coyote's body.

"This is what you wanted, hm?" Marconus asked quietly, and a smirk tugged at his muzzle when Alessio frantically nodded. He could feel the cub's tail wagging and hitting his knees beneath him, and with a grunt the bear shifted, hiking a leg up to pull his foot free from his pants, allowing him the freedom to move as they hung off of his other ankle. He pressed his knees down against the bedsheets, the 11-year-old's legs squeezed tightly together between them, and Marconus reached up with a hand to plant his big, heavy palm on the cub's front. He slowly slid his hand down and lust boiled with him as the cub trembled, either ticklish or aroused, as the hand drew lower. His digits teased with the area just beneath the cub's belly, barely inches above his loins, before Marconus couldn't resist any further. He slipped his hand further down and let out a breathy sigh when his fingertips touched with the spasming young cock, which bounced up against his fingers, like it was nuzzling into him.

Slowly, Marconus spread his index and middle finger, sliding the tiny humanoid-shaped cock between his digits as he propped himself up with his other hand, not wanting to lower his body down and squash the boy if he could help it. Alessio instinctively whined beneath him and pushed his hips up against the man's hand, until the fingertips touched with the base of the boy's cock, and the bear's palm threatened to press firmly and warmly down against his young balls. Marconus huffed quietly under his breath and his half-hard cock easily rose to a thick and twitching full mast, bobbing up and down-- he was so inexplicably turned on that so many lewd and perverted thoughts ran through his mind. He wanted to do so many things to the boy...but where arousal surged, there was also caution; he didn't want to hurt him, nor did he want to potentially ruin the relationship he'd slowly been fostering with the boy. As much of a 'thief' as he was, he was still a good apprentice, and Marconus considered him an investment.

When his fingers didn't quite move as dexterously as they liked, Alessio picked up the slack by his own merit, pumping his hips up against his master's hand and quietly panting under his breath as he stimulated himself with something other than his own fingers. His arousal was obvious, but as Marconus watched, he couldn't help but want more. The way that cock twitched and slipped clumsily between his fingers made him want something similar, only on a much larger scale. To that end, he inevitably retracted his fingers, much to the cub's initial protest. The coyote whined and tried to reach out to grab Marconus's wrist and pull him back, but he hesitated when the bear slid his hands back to the coyote's ankles, lifting his own thick brown-furred leg so he could take the slender boy's own, grabbing both ankles easily in his big hand, and lift them up. Alessio bent his knees to allow his legs to slip out under Marconus's frame, his paws bumping briefly with his master's junk, before the bear straightened those legs up and pointed them towards the ceiling, exposing the cub's tiny sack and the slick, taut hole hidden between slender, lithe cheeks.

Marconus's gaze raked down the cub's form to his ass, and he snugly pressed his body up against the coyote's legs, grunting as his thick, twitching humanoid-shaped cock, brown in colour, shoved between the boy's thighs and poked out the other end, greeting the cub to the exposed head. The 11-year-old sucked in a breath, his muzzle twisting into a grin, his tail wagging frantically, showing how much he wanted it. Marconus pushed his hips forward to knead the delightful feeling of his cock between those thighs some more, and a bead of pre-cum, of eager need, oozed from the end of his cock. His disparagingly large member twitched powerfully atop the cub's rapidly spasming own, and with a grunt Marconus inevitably pulled back, wanting to stick his cock somewhere else.

"You ready, boy?" He asked, and the coyote fervently nodded. "...Are you sure this is what you want?"

He didn't need to ask twice; despite Alessio's usually solemn and quiet attitude, at that moment he was feisty, full of energy, and horny. He whined and shook his rear as much as he could, trying to entice Marconus further, but he didn't need to do any more than just nod as eagerly as he was to get the man turned on. With a lustful growl, Marconus shifted and slid back, angling his cock down towards the boy's body, before reaching for the collection of fabric blankets, made of a variety of felts and linens. He bundled it up clumsily with one hand and lifted the boy's body with the other, dangling him briefly by the ankles as he shoved the blankets under his lithe, young ass. The boy's perky little behind was delightful to see, but Marconus's gaze was on the taut little hole between those cheeks. His free hand reached down, his thumb slipping between the flesh to spread the ass, and a groan escaped his lips at the sight of that slick, pink taut hole.

Slowly, Marconus withdrew his hand and angled his member downwards, dragging his fingers up to the tip of his cock and rubbing his thumb over the little hole to smear and spread pre-cum around the head of his length, before sliding his hand down and grasping the base of his cock, shuffling his hips forwards. His tip prods and presses between the cub's cheeks and he let out a quiet hiss as it meets with that spasming entrance. He can feel the hole reflexively clenching and unclenching, eager for him, and with a grunt he pushed, trying to ease his member in as gently as he could. He had no idea if the cub was a virgin or not, but surprise crossed his features when the hole readily accepted him, and stretched to accommodate his amply-sized adult cock.

"Damn..." Marconus muttered under his breath as he sunk himself deeper, a mixture of pleasure and anticipation rushing over his loins and up his spine as the coyote boy whimpered and arched his back, reaching down to grip at the sheets beneath them. He could feel every clench and grip of the boy's ass around his cock, and it felt like heaven; Marconus couldn't help but to push even further forwards, shuddering from the tightness of that young ass milking his cock. When he was about halfway inside the boy, he hesitated and paused, giving the boy time to adjust...but the coyote wiggled his cheeks and whined in protest, and Marconus assumed he wanted more. He pressed a little deeper and the gasp that came from the cub was all but confirmation of his desire, encouraging Marconus to press and push deeper. He relished the feelings that the coyote gave him, the pleasure, the tightness, the pressure...he couldn't get enough of it.

Slowly, he eased back, pulling himself back out of the cub's hole until he was almost completely withdrawn, before pushing himself back in again, starting in on a slow, assured rhythm that he hoped would loosen the cub up some more-- well, more than he already was-- whilst providing him with more than enough pleasure. Each push and pull had the coyote quietly sighing and groaning, just loud enough for the man to hear, and the cub shifted and squirmed in ways that made it clear he faced both delight and discomfort. Marconus leaned over slightly with the boy's legs pressed firmly up his naked body, and between Alessio's legs, he could just vaguely see the boy's tiny cock, twitching madly with each thrust and tug. The sight of it alone was enough to want Marconus to thrust harder, faster, but he resisted, not wanting to overstimulate his young body.

It was a nice thought to have, but inevitably, he couldn't help but slowly speed up, his pleasure steadily building with each pump of his hips. Each squelch and 'plap' of his furred hips against the cub's fuzzy rump was accentuated by the 11-year-old's delicate gasps and half-grunts, half-groans of pleasure, his toes curling tightly in the bottom of Marconus's vision. He occasionally sucked in a breath and his innards squeezed tightly, but there was no indication he was cumming, nor was Marconus even close; he was sure, however, that he'd get there soon, if Alessio kept clenching like that. Marconus started to grunt as he sped up, his member twitching in that young hole as he felt himself growing more and more aroused. He withdrew his hand from the base of his member and moved it towards the boy's hip to hold onto him, his other hand wrapped around those ankles. He looked down and for a brief moment, their eyes met, before Alessio's muzzle crinkled with embarrassment and he rolled his head back, closing his eyes.

"M-Master..." He breathed through his slightly parted muzzle, letting out something of a more intense groan. Hearing the boy moan for him sent dizzying, incredible sparks of pleasure up the bear's body, and with a growl he pushed forwards a little rougher, spurred on by his lust. Pre-cum readily oozed from his cock and easily slickened up his thrusts and closer he came to his climax, and inevitably his huffs of fervency became grunts of unbridled passion and bliss as every spike of pleasure from those inner walls gliding against his thrusting cock made his muscles clench and his senses heighten. He was drowning in the sounds, the smells, and the feel of that quivering cub against his body, relishing the way he trembled, clenched his legs against his thick brown-furred frame, and gasped with every other thrust. He knew he must be hitting the boy's most pleasurable part, and it was his most eager wish that he was giving the boy a first time to remember.

Alessio's whimpers were growing higher-pitched and louder over time, and the bear changed tact. He loosened his grip on the boy's ankles and pushed his left leg to the side, swinging it across his burly frame and around to his hip, where the coyote instinctively tucked his ankles up against the adult's larger body. Merconus leant forwards, holding the boy's hip with one hand and then propping himself up with the other, planting his palm right by the coyote's head. Alessio peeked his eyes open briefly and widened them when the bear towered over him, and his right hand, relative to the baker, reached up to hook around the larger wrist, gripping to him tightly as if to steady himself. For a moment Marconus adjusted and stared hungrily down at the boy before he began to thrust again, this time opting for faster, shorter thrusts as his pleasure grew.

"Oooh fuck..." Marconus groaned, having to close his eyes and just surround himself in the feeling of that spasming hole massaging every inch of his pistoning cock as each short and rapid thrust made the 11-year-old's insides embrace his invading length, occasionally flexing in a way that snugly pressed the bear down in all the right ways. At the same time, Alessio huffed against his arm, his head twisted to the side as he whimpered and occasionally licked against his brown fur, showing some degree of affection. Marconus opened his eyes briefly to flick his gaze down, delighting in the sight of his hips bucking back and forth as that little cock sprung up and down with each rub of the boy's prostate.

The coyote made noises that, to Marconus, indicated he was close; sharp, deep inhales and warning groans that only grew more intense until they reached some kind of peak, and the cub squirmed, desperate to move, perhaps overstimulated. After just a few short moments, however, Alessio abruptly out a long sigh and relaxed, whimpering with a mixture of delight and relief as his cock twitched up and down, splattering barely noticeable boyish dribbles across his stomach-- one of them even shot far enough to reach his chest. With each twitch, the cub's innards flexed, rhythmically squeezing in time with each throbbing convulsion, and Marconus grunted, his face straining as each pump drove him closer to release. He eventually couldn't hold it anymore, not when Alessio was squeezing so hard, and with a strangled grunt he plunged forwards, pressing pelvis to ass as he came.

Unlike Alessio, Marconus's spurts of manly cum were more vivid, pronounced and heavy; each spurt painted the boy's insides with months of pent-up lust, each pump and throb only adding to the first until it formed a messy collection inside the coyote's innards. It threatened to ooze out as Marconus kneaded his hips, his cock milked by that squeezing hole, but as he pulled back it managed to stay mostly inside. Alessio's taut ring clenched tightly, almost as if he didn't want to let the man go, but with a grunt from him and a sigh from Marconus, the bear pulled out quickly, towards the end of his orgasm, and he greeted Alessio to an ample dribble of cum straight from the head of his cock, that oozed down and landed directly top the cub's balls as the bear moved towards, trying to find space to rest.

The bed creaked as the bear moved, inevitably rolling to the side and squeezing himself awkwardly into the space between Alessio's tiny frame and the wall, near the window. The bear's cock smeared against the 11-year-old's side and rubbed cum across his blond fur, but neither cared. The boy sat there panting, his legs stretching out and eventually flopping down as he clenched every muscle in his behind, tired and weak, trying to keep it all inside. Marconus panted tiredly in a way that made it clear he didn't do this type of exercise often, even if he did do a lot of manual labour...but from the way both panted, they both enjoyed it. Eventually, Alessio reached out a hand, having unlinked it from the bear's wrist, to touch with the man's chest. Marconus didn't say anything, and neither did the boy-- whatever they had to share could be said without words.

This wouldn't be the only time they'd fuck that night...but as for what the future held for the pair of them, that was for them and only them to know.