Gus walked up to Nutmeg, something seemed off about her.  He felt funny himself,  she pushed her nose into his side and he kind of tipped over.  She smelled of something fierce but he was unsure of what it was for a moment.  "Oh god you're um", he could feel a coldness down below. He immediately felt dirty.  
	Nutmeg could tell Gus was very uncomfortable.  "Are you okay?"  she asked him.  
	Gus stood up and tried to regain his composure.  "This is just very weird to me".  He thought about what happens to dogs and foxes when they do that "thing".
	"I am not going to live forever, I'm already two years old, I missed last year and I don't want to miss again" Nutmeg said.  "I want like 10 at least" she said half jokingly.
 	Good lord, two years, could be quarter of her life, time is getting cramped, I can feel the telomeres getting shorter already, Gus thought shaking his head.  He thought to himself it can't be that bad, just once, never speak of it again. "Ok I've never done this before so don't make fun of me too bad". 
	"Me neither, though I think it's pretty self explanatory",  Nutmeg said as she pushed her fluffy butt in his face.  
	"Right here?" Gus asked, "what if someone sees us?"
	"So what?, this is what we do this time of year, let them watch, who gives a shit"? 
	He could not refute that logic.  Definitely going to hell now he thought. He stuck his nose in her foxy vulva, then he licked it, she started humping his head.  He thought that was a bit humorous. He took a look at his target again and decided it was time to mix the pop rocks and soda together, he will probably survive.  He carefully climbed on her back trying his best to guestimate his aim.  His aim was true, it felt so odd, he had little control over himself at this point.  He wasted no time thrusting away.  After a few seconds she made a screeching sound and he finished the first round.  Are you ready for round two? He was super sensitive now, but this was the awkward part, he carefully and slowly turned around, trying not to stress anything too much.  It was supposed to twist but that seemed very wrong. He stood butt to butt with Nutmeg.  He could feel himself oozing, not unpleasant but definitely unusual.  Overall he felt somewhat exposed and maybe a bit embarrassed.  Nutmeg seemed to not give a fuck though she squirmed every now and then to get more comfortable.  
	They stood there for several minutes, not a word was needed to be said.  
	He finally finished round two and he popped out.  It was very uncomfortable, he carefully licked it, still a bit mortified about doing that in front of anyone else, but he couldn't let any hairs get caught in there.  Nutmeg wasn't paying any attention anyway, she was busy licking herself clean.  
	Nutmeg came up to him.  "That was pretty nice, just a couple more times of that and we will be all set". 
	"Huh" Gus mumbled.  He was unsure if he could do that again, it was super nice with someone as loving as Nutmeg but he felt unsure if what he was doing was right.  Whatever happens now it didn't matter Nutmeg was his mate now. He wondered how many she would have, two, twelve, one hundred forty four.  What if he was shooting blanks, she would possibly be heartbroken. he had no idea what was going on with his genetics.  What kind of fox thinks of shit like that, not a normal one for sure.  He lied down and she snuggled up next to him.  
	Nutmeg could tell something was bothering Gus but she let him rest.  She could always ask him later.  He sure was an enigmatic albeit nervous fox though.  He was her foxy now.