The soft pads of their feet scuffed quietly as the pair entered the room. Much like the rest of the inn, it was sparsely furnished with a simple bed and a small table and stool stacked to one side. A glass lamp sat on the table, the basin filled with oil and the wick neatly trimmed. Beside the table a window opened out onto the wooded lot. The trees whispered gently through the night air, their leaves fluttering down in lazy circles to the forest floor. The moonlight cast a silvered curtain over the room, painting everything in a blue-grey light.

“Look,” Samuel said. “It’s a maple tree.” He snagged a falling leaf through the window and held it up. “It’s orange, just like you.”

“Yes, Samuel,” Maple replied sullenly. “It is.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, his hands on his knees. His fingers worried at the folds of his robe as he averted his gaze. 
Samuel let the leaf slip from his fingers. Racing to the bed, he knelt before the pregnant fox, his ears drooping. “Maple,” he said. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I-It’s nothing,” Maple replied. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear, but only succeeded in causing a few more locks to tumble free. He regretted leaving the pin back in the main room. 

“It’s not nothing,” Samuel said. “Please, tell me.”

He reached out, placing his hands over Maple’s, startled when the pregnant fox suddenly squirmed away, as if recoiling from his touch. 

“Maple,” he said softly. “It’s only me.”

“No,” the fox sniffled. “It’s not. Your hands,” he took up Samuel’s hand with both of his. “I don’t know them anymore.”

The young fox chuckled, unsure what to say. “Um, Maple. My hands never changed.”

“But they have, Samuel,” the fox said. His eyes glittered like yellow gems. “They’re different now, harder, crueler. When I first met you, they were a boy’s hands, but now, these are the hands of a man.” He placed his black lips to Samuel’s knuckles, tasting the bitter iron of blood. “Oh,” he sobbed. “Your hands are ruined.”

“They’re just a little scuffed is all,” Samuel laughed. He brought his fingers up to gently caress Maple’s cheek. “Perhaps, if you feel they are so different, I should help you remember them.”

His hand slid along Maple’s jaw, tracing the delicate curve of the fox’s graceful throat until he was dipping his claws beneath the folds of Maple’s robe. The pregnant fox wrapped his arm around himself, shying away from Samuel’s fingers. 

“No, I… That is, you mustn't,” he said. 

Samuel paused. “Is this because of that Gunder fellow?” When Maple bit his lower lip and said nothing, Samuel continued. “You are the most beautiful creature in the world to me. You’ve haunted my dreams ever since I met you that night in the tavern. Maple, I love you.”

There it was, he had said it. Maple’s eyes grew wide, his lower lip quivering. Never had he heard such a heartfelt confession. He was loved? His heart thudded in his chest, his hands slipping down to fall into his lap. His green robe fell open to reveal the ripe, creamy orbs of his swollen breasts. The black nipples, glistening wetly, were hard as the young fox took him into his arms. 

“Samuel,” came a breathless whisper. A long held gasp spoken in a lilting sigh. “I want,” he groaned, his slender hands on Samuel’s broad chest. “I want to feel you again.”

But when Samuel’s hands reached for his robe, Maple shrunk back, crossing himself as if to ward off the young fox. The venomous touch of Gunder still lingered, prickling his skin like a poisonous film that would not wash away, no matter how much he scrubbed. Seeing the pained expression on his love’s face, Maple lowered his arms and frowned. 

“I-I am sorry, Samuel,” he muttered. “It’s just, after tonight…”

“Was that your old life?” The young fox sat back, his hands on his knees. 

Maple nodded and turned his nose to the floor. “It was, in a manner of speaking. Samuel, I…” He paused and turned back up to the young fox now sitting on the bed beside him. He placed a hand atop Samuel’s and smiled for the first time since that evening. “I want to leave that life behind. I’m tired of wandering, of sleeping with strangers. I want to have my own bed, my own home.” He reached up to stroke the young fox’s cheek. “I want one love, all for my own.”

Taking that slender paw in his scabby, bruised fist, Samuel whispered, “And where do you wish to go?”

“A farm, I should think.” Maple’s eyes lit up, that familiar ember smoldering behind those yellow orbs. “Would you find that to your liking?”

“I would,” Samuel replied and pressed his bruised lips to Maple’s hand, wincing as he did so. “But, to be on a farm, just the two of us. I should imagine we will need to find some extra hands.”

Maple’s black lips curled into a mischievous smile. “I should think we can remedy that, don’t you?”

Samuel’s heart pounded in his chest. His manhood strained against his trousers to see the change come over his love. He seized the fox by the shoulders, peeling back the delicate green wrapping of that precious gift. “Maple,” his voice was a strained groan. “I want you so badly.”

“Then make love to me,” Maple whispered. “Take away my sorrows, take me as if it were the first time. For Samuel, it is the first time.” His orange body, like a glowing hot coal in the darkness, beckoned to the young fox. “I’ve revoked my old life, now come and take me anew, my love.”

Samuel’s strong arms were around him in a flash, crushing him to the fox’s broad chest. Samuel’s lips grazed Maple’s mouth, tracing down his chin while a hand rose to cup his breast. 

“A man’s hand indeed,” the fox groaned. “Oh Samuel.”

The young fox nibbled the delicate curve of Maple’s white throat, descending lower to plunge between his swollen breasts. His other hand fell, sliding along the taut curve of Maple’s gravid belly. Tiny flutters rippled along that white sphere as the life within the fox awakened, stirred by the ruckus of the evening. His fingers slid along the soft underbelly, descending between Maple’s hot, soft thighs. The fox opened himself to him, spreading his legs just enough that Samuel’s hand could wander along the velvety fur of his inner thighs. 

“Uhh…” Maple groaned, his black lips pressing out into a pout. “Oh… Ohh… Y-Yes…”

Seeing those lips set the young fox’s mind aflame. Glistening wetly, shimmering like black jewels in the night. He had to have them. Samuel plunged, pressing his lips to Maple, wincing as pain stabbed his jaw. 

“Mmph,” he grumbled. 

“What’s wrong?” Maple said, pulling his head back. 

“Nothing,” Samuel chuckled. “Just feeling it from where Gunder socked me good.”

“My poor, brave, foolish hero,” Maple cooed. He wrapped his arms around Samuel’s neck, peppering the fox’s lips with rapid kisses.

“Ouch! Easy, Maple,” Samuel barked. 

“No,” Maple scolded. “This is all the more reason for you to take my kisses. All of them, until you no longer hurt.”

Ignoring the pain, Samuel returned the offering, planting his lips to Maple’s mouth, claiming that honeyed chalice. His pink tongue darted between white fangs, sliding along the roof of Maple’s mouth until the fox shivered. Maple retaliated, curling his tongue around Samuel’s sliding along the rough surface like a rapier blade to spear into his mouth. Their lips parted with a wet pop, their tongues writhing in the open air like two serpents. Samuel broke from that blessed mouth to lower his snout towards Maple’s shoulder. His fangs bit down, nibbling the delicate, furry flesh. Maple’s body trembled, but not from the cool, night air which carried a fine, dewy mist. 

“O-Oh,” the fox moaned. Ripples of utter delight raced down his spine, making the hairs on his tail stand on end. “Oh Samuel, where did you learn to do that?”

“Pa says a man fights for what he loves and then he shows just how much he loves.” The young fox shoved Maple back onto the bed. 

“Your pa sounds like a smart man.” The pregnant male grinned, drawing his knees to his chest. 

Samuel was a man now, no doubt about it. Maple felt his strength, his mastery over him. His body begged to submit to the young fox. Above him, Samuel flung off his jerkin and was pulling his trousers to the floor. His cock sprung free, a black, shining spear. Already, a shimmering bead of dew glittered opalescent atop his velvet tip. Maple’s heart fluttered to see that precious drop trickle down that quivering ebon shaft. His belly rumbled, growing hot with a desire he had never before experienced. In that moment, he wanted Samuel as he had no other. His body craved the young fox’s touch, his heart thundering in his throat. His chest tightened as Samuel crawled into bed, his powerful body now hovering over him. 

Maple’s claws dug into the blanket. Though little more than rough wool and eaten with holes from moths, for him, it was the finest silk. The bed creaked under their combined weight as Samuel lowered himself. One hand fell upon Maple’s chin, gliding over his wet, black lips to slide down into the hollow of his clavicle. Samuel licked his lips and descended to kiss the fox’s collarbone. Maple moaned softly, arching his back and thrusting his swollen belly upwards. Samuel’s questing mouth sought his breast, his tongue swirling around the black areola. His lips encircled the puffy, engorged nipple, his tongue flicking the ripened bud until Maple let out a strangled cry. Samuel’s hand shot the fox’s wrist, pinning him to the bed. Maple’s legs wrapped around his slim waist, locking them together as Samuel’s clawed fingers slid along the slender forearm. With each lick, each tender stroke, the dark poison of Gunder was banished. Maple’s heart grew lighter as the fox wailed to the silent oak beam above them. 

“Ah, yes! Samuel, yes.”

His lips trembled as Samuel’s mouth lowered still, kissing his gravid belly. The young fox’s hands slid down his sleek thighs, seeking to turn Maple over. 

“No,” the fox protested. “I want to see you, look you in the eye while we make love.”

He squeezed his soft, round thighs tight around Samuel’s waist. The young fox smiled and nuzzled his ear.

“Very well,” he said. 

His tongue plunged into Maple’s ear. Maple’s body heaved, his mouth tearing open in a primal scream of ecstasy as Samuel’s tongue swirled. 

“A-Ah!” he cried. “Ngh, S-Samuel, that’s so… Oh my!”

His groin twitched and Maple’s heart fluttered. What was happening? Suddenly, Samuel pulled back, his eyes riveted to the fox’s groin. From the furry, white sheath, a long, black rod ascended. Maple’s jaw fell slack as he beheld his own hard erection. 

“I… I…” he stuttered. “I’ve not had that happen in years.”

His heart hammered, sweat damping his fur as a new desire overtook him. No one had awoken such passion in him for so long. Samuel’s fingers grazed the throbbing flesh, finding it hot and firm. Maple’s hand shot out, slapping the fox away.

“Y-You mustn’t,” he cried. His ears drooped. “It’s dirty.”

His paw flew to his swollen cock, feebling struggling to cover his throbbing rod. Samuel pulled his hand away. 

“Nothing that is a part of you can ever be dirty,” he chuckled. 

Then, he lowered his face towards Maple’s cock. 

“S-Samuel,” Maple’s voice was a tiny squeak. “What are you doing? You shouldn’t be there. You--”

His breath caught in his throat. His eyes grew wide and his jaw hung slack. His knuckles were bone white as he tore up fistfuls of the blanket. Samuel’s lips touched that quivering, black rod, nuzzling up the plump undershaft to kiss his smooth, firm tip. Maple’s body shrieked, but no sound could escape his lips. Samuel’s fingers stroked the firm, hot flesh, his lips nibbling that hard cock. His tongue slithered around Maple’s pole, tasting the smooth, bitterness of his lover’s flesh. Then, his lips were closing around the fox’s cock, clamping tight as he plunged down. Maple’s stomach heaved painfully as his eyes squeezed shut. Samuel’s nose buried itself into his pubic fur, sliding back up to tickle his tip with his tongue. All the while, his strong hands cupped Maple’s balls, holding them as if they were precious gems. Samuel pulled his lips free to kiss Maple’s slick, wet shaft. The fox at last let out a single, keening shriek as his body let go. 

“A-Ah, yes,” he sobbed. “Oh Samuel, you’re incredible.”

He collapsed onto the bed, his quivering body, damp with sweat, could only lie limp and helpless to the cruel, wonderful ministrations of this male above him. He was helpless, nothing more than a plaything to this strong male. The thought drove his body wild. He rolled over, thrusting his fat rump into Samuel’s face. 

“I thought you wanted to look me in the eye,” came the response. 

“I don’t care about that anymore,” Maple panted. “I just want you to take me fiercely like a man.”

Like a man, he had said. Samuel’s hands seized the fox’s hips, eliciting a squeal as his claws sank into the ripe flesh. Like a man. He would show the fox just how much of a man he had become. Memories of the bathtub came washing back. Yes, Samuel’s ears tilted back as he rose on his knees. He would show Maple just what a man was.

Sharp claws dug deep into his rump, parting his fat cheeks. “A-Ah, do not be gentle. I have been ready for so very long.” Maple’s hot face buried itself into the pillow.

He was ready, Samuel thought. A grin of satisfaction spread across his lips as he beheld the fox’s spreading anus. His ring hung slack, warm and wet, yawning wide to receive Samuel’s hard, throbbing manhood. His belly ached with the mad desire to thrust himself wildly into that dark, eager abyss. His rod swelled, veins running up that ebon flesh like ivy. Slowly, he lowered himself, his groin touching that quivering button.

“Do not spare me your dreadful lance, my hero,” snarled Maple. His fingers tore into the blanket and Samuel marveled at how his hackles rose on his flame-colored back. “Spear me deep. Strike my very essence. Do it.” The cry came out as a throaty rumble, like the storms gathering over the mountains. “Strike me.”

Samuel plunged, his cock slamming hard into Maple’s quivering prostate. The pregnant male arched his back and wailed to the ceiling as Samuel penetrated. Maple’s ring clamped hard, closing around Samuel’s pole lest he pull himself away. His belly, heavy and gravid, gurgled, swelling with the ripe expansion of his lover’s hot, black rod filling his ass. Samuel drove his pubic bone into Maple’s soft, fleshy rump, grinding himself into the fox. His thumbs dug into the fox’s lower back, running up Maple’s spine as his fingers raked through the orange fur until he was sliding up under his lover’s arms. With a practiced ease, he lifted Maple into his lap, laying the howling fox against his broad chest, now dampened with sweat. His hands found the soft orbs of Maple’s breasts and now clutched them with a feverish desire. His manhood pumped, slamming ferociously, making the fox scream with every blessed movement of Samuel’s hips. 

“A-Ah,” Maple cried. “Ah, Samuel, yes.” He hooked his arm up around Samuel’s neck. “Yes! Oh, yes!”

Strong, nimble fingers played at the fox’s breasts, circling the bumpy areola to light upon the erect nipples. With thumb and forefinger, Samuel caught up those ripe buds and twisted until Maple shuddered in his arms. His black fingers came away white as milk flowed from each puffy nub. 

“You excite me so,” Maples groaned. “Please, make me flow more.”

Fresh, warm milk streamed down Maple’s breasts, dribbling into the white fur of his pregnant belly. Samuel’s lips nuzzled the fox’s neck, nibbling at his soft fur. His nostrils flared, drinking in Maple’s intoxicating aroma of musk and lavender. The gentle, warm scent of milk wafted into the room, carried by the evening breeze. The young fox took up Maple’s breast and lowered his head, his mouth questing for that flowing nipple. Maple leaned to the side with a moan, his arm wrapping around Samuel’s shoulder. Black lips encircled his milky tit, while a rough, warm tongue lapped greedily at the sweet nectar which flowed forth. 

“Ngh,” groaned the fox. “Drink deep, my love.”

Maple’s tongue clove to the roof of his mouth as Samuel suckled at his breast. The young fox slowed his pace, his thrusts now more purposeful. Up, he lifted, circling with his hips, stirring Maple’s body into groaning ecstasy, then slid back down. Up and down, never slowing, never stopping, a constant, steady rhythm. Maple’s cock throbbed, growing painfully erect. A shimmering trail of dew leaked from his tip, trickling down the smooth sides of his shaft. His hand fell to his belly, his trembling fingers running along the taut curve. 

“Mmmm, yes,” he whispered. “Fill me, Samuel. Please, I beg you.”

Suddenly, fingers were curling around his groin.

“W-What is this,” he squeaked. “S-Samuel, you wouldn’t--O-Oh…”

His words died on his tongue as a powerful hand began to stroke his rigid shaft. Maple’s brain exploded in blissful jubilee. He fell back, his mouth hanging open, unable to speak, unable to breathe as Samuel’s hand slid rapidly along his swollen cock. Meanwhile, the young fox continued to sup at his breast, drinking with relish as he still pressed himself deeper into Maple’s quivering rectum. Maple’s numbed hands fell, shaking as they fought for purchase. Something, anything, he needed to hang on, lest he be swallowed up by this turbulent sea of pleasure. His hands found Samuel’s hips, sliding down to cup the firm, hard cheeks of his muscular rump. Samuel rose on his knees, lifting Maple up, his thigh hooked into the crook of the young fox’s arm. 

His speed picked up as his balls churned. Samuel pulled his milk stained lips free and grunted. Sweat poured from his snout, raining shimmering droplets onto the old blanket. The straining muscles of his arms bulged with a renewed strength as he seized Maple against his chest, holding him tight as he crashed into the fox’s core. His rod pulsed, slamming like a battering ram to shudder that groaning fortress. His fangs clenched as he fought to hold on. His balls swelled with fresh seed, their desire to release overwhelming. 

“Maple,” he groaned. “I’m going to release.”

“I-I am too,” the fox cried. “S-Samuel, I'm going to cum. Don’t let go of me.”

Maple’s balls retracted, his cock bloating in Samuel’s fist. Hot, sticky precum spurted, flowing like a fountain from his tip. 

“Ah… Ah… Ah…” Maple whimpered. “Ah… A-Aahh!”

Hot, white seed sprayed from his throbbing cock, splattering across the bed. But, Maple’s attention was riveted to his belly. His hands clasped to his swollen middle, his head fell back with a scream as Samuel’s virile semen erupted into his bloated womb. The young fox pushed, pouring his bubbling essence into Maple. The pregnant male clutched his belly, feeling a steady warmth spreading inside of him. His stomach rumbled, the skin tightening beneath his fingers as he grew heavy with fresh expansion. Tears welled up in the corners of his bleary eyes as he watched his belly swell before him and desperately he prayed that Samuel’s seed would find purchase. He begged the heavens that the young fox would sire upon him another life, now and forever. His cock softened in Samuel’s grip, the last of his seed spent. The young fox pulled himself from his lover, white seed spilling from Maple’s battered anus to pool on the blanket as the fox laid on his side.

Maple’s eyes fell closed as Samuel came to lie beside him. His strong arms curled protectively around Maple’s gravid body as his warm tongue licked at the soft, orange fur. Maple bit his lower lip and arched his back, giggling softly. 

“I’m never letting you go,” Samuel whispered. “Never again.” His fingers came to rest on Maple’s belly. 

“You say that as if I would vanish like the evening dew,” Maple replied. 

“Last time we met, you did vanish,” Samuel said. “I’ll not let that happen again.” 

He turned, reaching down towards the floor. Beside the bed, he had laid his pack. Maple’s ears twitched as he listened to the soft rustling. Samuel turned back, hand snaking out for Maple’s wrist. Something cool and hard touched the fox’s forearm and when Samuel let go, he discovered the fox charm now glinting from his wrist.

“It’s not a ring,” said Samuel. “But, I hope the message is clear.”

Maple lay still, as if dumbstruck. Then, taking the little charm in his grasp, he brought his wrist to his trembling breast. His lips quivering, he hunched his shaking shoulders, his breaths coming out in quiet sobs. When at last, he rolled over to face his love, tears would stain his furry cheeks. His red rimmed eyes were brighter than the summer sun and he reached out to take Samuel’s head in both hands. 

“Oh my love,” he sobbed. “Your message is more than clear.” With that, he pressed his lips to Samuel. 

The pair laid upon that old, rickety bed in one another’s arms, bathed in the silvery moonlight. A more humble marital chamber there was not. But for the two lovers, that tiny room in the inn could have made the grandest suite in the richest palace seem like a little more than a drafty stable. Samuel looked to Maple, his eyes falling heavier and heavier. He hugged the fox closer, fighting with all of his flagging strength to stay awake, to keep this single moment alive for all eternity. Alas, his weary head surrendered. The young fox drifted into a deep, gentle slumber, not to awaken until the golden rays of morning’s light would set his eyelids to flutter. Samuel woke with a yawn and propped himself up on one elbow. Suddenly, his eyes snapped wide, all traces of sleep banished. The color drained from the young fox’s face when gazed down on the empty blanket beside him. Maple was gone!

“Maple!” he cried out. “Maple, where are you?” 

His heart sank like cold lead into his belly. The fox had vanished once more, leaving him alone. Running his fingers through his shaggy fur, Samuel sat up. His hands hung limp between his knees as he stared down at the floor. 

“Gone again,” he muttered. “And not even a silver charm left behind.”

“And who is gone again?” a lilting voice giggled. 

Samuel’s heart leapt and he turned to find a grinning, orange imp leaning upon the open window. His arms folded over the wooden sill, he turned to look back at Samuel. Save for the blue shawl draped casually over his shoulders, he was naked. Samuel’s gaze wandered to the pair of fat pumpkins ballooning from beneath Maple’s tail. 

“Something catch your interest?” Maple chuckled. 

“Only that your ass seems to have gotten bigger since the last time,” came Samuel’s reply. 

The corner’s of the pregnant fox’s eyes crinkled in mirth. “Love tends to make one bigger,” his cheeks wobbled as he gave his ass a little shake. “Wouldn’t you agree?” Maple turned, leaned backwards against the window, his ripe, pregnant belly thrusting proudly from beneath his shawl. 

“How it does,” remarked Samuel. 

Maple smiled, his black lips curling and snatched his head out the window. “I do love this time of year.” He plucked up a leaf and held to his muzzle. The morning sun shone through the delicate leaf, making the silhouette of Maple’s mouth just visible through the orange veins. “It’s a maple leaf, just like me.” His voice tinkled like a silver bell. “But, you knew that, didn’t you?” He bent forward, allowing the leaf to creep slowly down his throat, along his perky nipple and over his swollen belly. Stopping the wide leaf over his groin, Maple suddenly stood up. “You want to see? Well, you’ll have to come and get me.”

Samuel burst from the bed and locked his powerful arms around Maple in an instant. The pregnant fox let the leaf flutter to the floor with a squeal as Samuel lifted off his feet. 

“Oh my, you are naughty,” Maple giggled. 

Samuel’s lips were on him, peppering his honeyed mouth with kisses. “You are so beautiful,” the young fox said. 

The morning sun cast a golden halo around Maple’s orange fur, making him glow in the dimness of the room. Maple smiled and cast his shawl from his shoulders, letting the woolen garment pool beneath his feet. His fur was warm and slightly damp, Samuel noticed. 

“While my champion was still sleeping, I took the liberty to retrieve my shawl from out front,” the fox said. “Can you believe some lout trampled all over it? The nerve. But, along the way, I got a bowl of hot water from Bertram. I was just finishing taking a bath when you awoke.”

“A bath, huh?” Samuel grunted. “A pity, you’re just going to get dirty again.”

Letting Maple back down, the young fox chuckled. Pressing his hands into Samuel’s chest, Maple pushed him back onto the bed and snatched up a wash rag from a steaming, ceramic basin sitting on the small table. 

“Perhaps, you should get clean instead?” said Maple. 

Samuel lay back on the blanket as Maple clambered over him. The hot dripping cloth felt pleasant against his grimy fur as Maple rubbed his chest. 

“I remember how this all started with a bath,” Samuel moaned. “That was something.”

“Would you ravage me like last time as well?” The remark made the young fox sit up. 

“Wait, that was just in my mind, right?” he stammered. 

“Was it?” Maple’s yellow eyes glittered evilly. White fangs slid from black lips as he grinned like a devil. 

The wet cloth descended over the rippling sea of muscle that was Samuel’s belly as Maple quested lower. Samuel’s cock twitched, swelling rapidly as the fox’s gravid belly pressed against him. 

“Oh, are we to chop the morning wood?” came a snicker and Samuel felt his cheeks growing hot. 

The rag came to touch his rod, sliding up his black pole, wiping the past evening’s love from his throbbing tip. Maple leaned forward, pushing his hips out so that his own shaft, rigid and hot, did come to rest against Samuel’s member. 

“I should say the same to you,” Samuel replied. 

“What can I say?” Maple’s voice was a throaty moan. “You make a real man of me.”

“Is that a compliment?” laughed the young fox. “I’m not sure how I should take that.”

Maple’s shoulders quaked as the fox joined his lover. “Well then, perhaps you’ll have to show me how to be a proper lady.”

Samuel sighed, his hands going to Maple’s ripe belly. The life within him fluttered, kicking against Samuel’s palms as he slid his fingers along the firm, soft flesh. “I think you’re more of a lady than any woman I know.”

Above him, Maple’s eyes grew soft as he laid a hand over Samuel’s battered knuckles. “And you’re more than any man,” he said, taking Samuel’s great paw in both hands. “My hero.” He kissed the young fox’s bruised and scabby knuckles. “Your poor hands, do they hurt?”

“Not anymore,” Samuel replied with a smile. 

Maple grinned and dabbed the young fox’s hand with the cloth before sitting beside them. Stretching himself over Samuel, he wrapped his slender arms around the young fox’s neck and laid his head upon his chest. 

Samuel gave Maple’s cheek tender stroke. “You seem more cheerful today.” 

“Let the previous night’s misfortune fade with the morning light, I say,” Maple replied. “That was my old life. This is the start of my new one. There will be no more sorrows.” Pushing himself up from Samuel, he said with a twinkle in his yellow eyes. “Are you hungry? I have prepared breakfast.”

“That sounds wonderful.” Samuel patted Maple’s belly. “Where is it?”

The pregnant fox’s mouth twisted into an impish grin and he spun around. Thrusting his fat ass into Samuel’s face, he spread his ripe cheeks to reveal a tight, black ring. “Right here, my love. It’s hot and fresh and I expect you to eat it all.”

Samuel’s stomach rumbled. He looped his arms around Maple’s thighs, dragging the fox’s rump his lips. “It smells divine,” he said, taking a big whiff. “I can’t wait to taste it.”

His lips encircled Maple’s button, suckling the puckered flesh until the fox whimpered, slumping over Samuel’s lower belly. The young fox’s warm, rough tongue flicked that tight nub, probing the quivering flesh, seeking entrance to the treasures that lay beyond. Maple’s body shuddered, surrendering to this intruder. His anus grew slack, opening so that Samuel’s tongue may slither within. His flesh was smooth and hot, slick as Samuel’s tongue plunged deeper. His lips popped wetly as the young fox slurped with relish. Meanwhile, Maple had wrapped his lips around Samuel’s rigid cock. Tightening, he slid back, milking that black shaft, pausing only to let out a thin cry as Samuel’s tongue struck his core. 

“Ah, do not fill up just yet,” Maple groaned. “You have yet to enjoy the main dish.”

He whirled around to face Samuel. His ass came to rest against the young fox’s cock. Fat, soft cheeks enveloped Samuel’s shaft like warm, fresh bread. His slender fingers guiding that quivering rod, he sat back. Samuel’s cock impaled him, striking deep and hard, sending ripples of delight racing up his spine. Maple sighed, taking the young fox’s member into himself. His fingers spread across Samuel’s broad chest and he smiled gently. Samuel placed his hands over Maple’s delicate, black hands and nodded. The pregnant fox shifted his hips, slowly rising. His anus squeezed as he rose, pulling Samuel’s cock, only to release as he reached the tip. Exhaling, he came back down, his fat rump nestling against the young fox’s pubic bone. So their dance went, Maple contracted and Samuel would advance, falling back when the pregnant male inhaled. Maple rose, and Samuel fell back, pushing up as he fell back against him. Their bodies in tune to one another. Maple’s eyes fell closed, his lips pressing out in a pout as he moaned softly through his nose. 

“Oh… Oh… Mmmm,” he moaned. 

Samuel’s fingers ran through the white fur of Maple’s pregnant belly, tickling the swollen flesh until the corner’s of the fox’s lips began to curl. His hands slid from that wondrous orb to fall upon those round, motherly hips. So wide, they were, he thought. Good, wide hips. Breeding hips. His cock began to itch. He was a farmer was he not? Yes, Samuel thought. Why should he not sow his seed and reap a bountiful harvest.

“Mmm, Samuel, I feel you,” Maple groaned. “Oh, you’re going to cum hard, aren’t you?”

He was. Samuel gripped those fertile hips hard, locking Maple to his pelvis. His cock erupted, spraying his seed deep. 

“A-Ah, that is heavenly,” gasped Maple. “Plant yourself deep, my love. Fill me that I may never be empty.”

Samuel’s hips bucked, pumping another sticky, hot string into Maple’s hungry womb. His cock softening, he pulled out, allowing a trickle of semen to leak from the fox’s ass. 

“And a good morrow to you,” Maple sighed and rolled from Samuel. “I suppose we should be going.” He stood, his hand clamped between his cheeks and scooped up his shawl. “Else we may find ourselves trapped in this bed forever.”

“And what would be the shame in that?” chuckled Samuel. He arose and wrapped his arms around Maple, kissing the fox’s neck. 

“I believe poor Bertram would like his room back eventually,” laughed Maple. “Besides, we have so many adventures yet to seek. What shall our next one be?”

Samuel’s ears twitched. “Only the grandest adventure of all.” He lifted his head and stared wistfully out the window. The cool breeze set the fading leaves to flutter like so many scarlet flags. “We’re going to travel over the hills beyond this forest.”

“And what shall we find?” Maple asked, his fingers gripping Samuel’s arm.

“The greatest place in the whole wide, beautiful world,” Samuel replied. “Home.”

“Home?” Maple rolled the word over his tongue, tasting it,  savoring the flavor. “Yes, home. I quite like the sound of that.”

“An adventure that will last us a lifetime, I should say.”

Samuel’s lips pressed to Maple’s mouth in a bruising kiss. The pregnant fox raised his hand, placing his palm to Samuel’s cheek. In the morning light, the silver charm on his wrist gleamed brilliant white.