Blackness spilled across the fields as the sun at last gave up the struggle for another day. The chirping of the songbirds gave way to the plaintive hoots of the owls as night settled. The moonlight shone down, turning the field a brilliant silver as the foxes huddled into the main room of their home. The walls were rough, bare stone, mud plastering between the cracks to keep out the rain and wind. A spacious rug was draped across the floorboards, offering some relief from the dry, splintering wood. To the far wall, a massive, stone hearth yawned like some great, dreadful beast. Its granite jaws stretched wide to belch forth a licking tongue of orange flame that bathed the room in a wobbling light. Samuel sat in his favorite chair, a simple, wooden piece carved from white oak. The arms were molded in the shape of a bear and a wolf and the four stout legs were carved to resemble clawed feet. He had done good work, he thought. Clad in a fresh, woolen tunic of light blue, Josiah sat on his father’s lap. Across from the pair, Maple reclined in a wide chair of ash. Soft cushions had been placed on the seat and back, the better to rest his heavy, gravid body. Lying atop his swollen belly, a rosewood mandolin gleamed in the firelight. The silver strings flashing bright as he plucked a little tune. 

“Ma, you’re so amazing,” Josiah said. 

“Oh son,” Maple chuckled. He lowered his instrument and smiled. “I’m nowhere near special. But, I can still strum a little tune when I can.”

“You should be a musician, Ma,” said the boy. 

This brought a wry grin to the fox’s lips. “Really? Did you know that I was, son?” 

A fluttering kick struck the mandolin with a loud “SPROING!” 

Maple rolled his eyes and laughed. “Of course, it was easier back then.” He looked to the massive hump of his belly. “I didn’t have you two in there making a fuss.”

“You were?” The boy’s eyes grew wide. 

Maple clutched the mandolin to his pregnant belly. “Oh yes, why I used to travel all over, playing songs, singing, dancing.” His yellow eyes faded as he stared off into nothing. His voice lowered, growing wistful as he spoke. “I wandered without any real sense of direction, you know. Nowhere to go, no home.” His gaze wandered over Samuel, their eyes meeting. “Then I met your father.”

“Oh wow, like an adventure.” Josiah squirmed in his father’s lap. “So then what happened?”

Maple placed a hand to his mouth and laughed. “Oh son, you should know. You were there after all.” He patted his ripe belly. “Right here in my belly in fact.”

“That he was,” said Samuel. “I remember that night.” A huskiness rose in his voice. “You were so beautiful, Maple.” He licked his lips. “Your mouth, your eyes, I knew I had to have you.”

Maple’s ears lowered and his full lips parted dreamily. “And I knew then, husband, that I wanted you. You were the one.” 

The pair leaned closer over their chairs, their eyes never wandering from one another’s gaze. Their lips ached for the other’s touch, nothing else would soothe that pain. 

“Maple,” Samuel’s voice was a throaty purr. 

“Samuel,” came the reply. A lilting whisper.

“Eew,” a strangled cry broke the heavy air. “Ma and Pa are going to kiss.”

The pair snapped from their trance to find the boy crossing his arms, his face twisted up into a sour expression. Seeing their son’s reaction, Samuel’s shoulders began to quake. From deep within his belly, a rumbling laugh rose, bursting from his lips like a volcano of mirth. Maple threw back his head, his eyes tearing up as he joined his husband in a belly shaking chuckle. 

“Oh son,” Samuel wheezed. He wiped a tear from his eye and smiled down at the boy. “You’ll learn soon enough. You’ll grow up and want to find yourself someone like your ma to share your life with.”

A blush rose on Maple’s cheeks. “Well, maybe not exactly like your ma, but someone.”

“World’s a big place, dear,” Samuel replied, a glittering twinkle in his eye. “Who knows?”

Maple arched a brow. “He may end up more like his mother than his father, you know.” Then, with a grin, he added, “But, I’m sure he’ll grow up to be a fine, strong man. Just like his father, who fought off twenty men just to save me.”

“He did?” Josiah’s eyes lit up. 

“Oh yes.” Maple placed a finger on his cheek. “Why, your father strode through the doors of that inn, his face black as night and lightning in his eye. Such a terrible figure he was. Those ruffians did not know what to think.” Maple’s tail flicked about, the hairs standing straight up. “He fought them all, pow, bam, until the last was sent scampering into the night.”

“It was three, dear,” Samuel grumbled. “And they were drunk.”

“Nonsense,” the pregnant fox said. “You were very brave.” A small curl etched his lips. “You were my hero that night. And you’ve been my hero ever since.”

Samuel felt the heat filling his cheeks as Maple’s gentle smile rested upon him. “D-Dear, I…”

“That, son,” continued Maple. “Was when I really knew that your father was the one.” His eyes turned fever bright, gleaming like hot, yellow embers in the flickering glow of the fireplace as he gazed upon Samuel. “You find that person, son. You take them in your arms, you fight for them. Risk the entire world for them. Love them more than life itself.” His black lips glistened wetly, parting seductively towards Samuel. “And they will return that love a thousand fold.”

Silence settled over the room like a heavy blanket. A log popped, sending up a cloud of embers that dance up the chimney. 

“I think it’s time for bed,” Maple whispered. 

Samuel’s fur prickled with an electric tingle. “I agree, dear. It’s high time we got to bed.”

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Through the open shutters of the window, their hinges creaking softly in the gentle night breeze, the pale moonlight streamed in, bathing their room in a silver radiance. The floor was the same, rough boards as the rest of the house, a thin, wool rug of deep blue was spread over the floor. Squatting atop that was their bed. A monstrous thing, hewn from solid maple and carved by Samuel’s own hands. Maple had knitted the large quilt that draped across the straw stuffed mattress. It was a joint effort and the very first thing the couple had built together. Now, Maple sat at the foot of the bed, his black toes scratching at the rough floor. The moonlight cast his naked form in a silvery mist, making his orange fur shimmer softy. The fox cupped his swollen belly and stared out the window, listening to the thrum of the crickets when Samuel strode up and sat down beside him. 

“Maybe I am an old hen,” Maple signed, his black lips turned down in a frown. 

Samuel wrapped an arm around his wife and planted a kiss to Maple’s cheek. “You’re the prettiest hen of all.”

A flicker of a grin crested the pregnant fox’s lips, but was just as quickly dashed. “I mean it, Samuel,” he said. “I-I just, after this evening with Josiah. I was so scared.”

Placing a hand over Maple’s, Samuel hugged his wife close. “You were worried about your son, that’s nothing to fret over.”

“I suppose you're right,” Maple replied. “He means the world to me, both of you.” He placed a hand on his belly. “And these two as well.”

“I think you’re just growing into your new role,” said his husband. “You’re a wife and mother, just like you wanted.” He leaned in close, his lips grazing Maple’s. “And you’re wonderful at it.”

Maple’s yellow eyes softened, his ears drooping. A smile spread over his face and this time, it did not waver. “Thank you, dear. And thank you for being my hero once again.”

“Once again?” Samuel barked with a laugh. “Dear, he just got a little wet is all.”

Nonsense,” snapped his wife with a flick of his hand. “You were there when I needed you, just like in the inn when you confronted Gunder.” His ears swiveled back and the fox turned his narrow face towards the floor. “And just like the night we met.”

Samuel rose and began to tug off his jerkin. He tossed the leather garment to the floor and proceeded to peel down his trousers. “And just how did I rescue you that night?”

Maple clasped his slender black hands. “You saved me more than you know, husband. You saved me from being another wanderer. You saved me from loneliness.”

Samuel sat down and took Maple into his arms, clasping the fox to his furry chest. Maple’s body shivered, surrendering so utterly to his strength. “I’ll never let you be lonely again,” he said, tilting his wife’s chin. 

Maple’s full lips pursed as Samuel claimed his mouth. His fingers sought the ebon lock of Maple’s hair, finding the green ribbon. Giving a quick pull, he allowed that inky cascade to spill down his wife’s orange back. Meanwhile, Maple’s hand had met Samuel’s cheek. His lips locked to Samuel’s mouth, claiming him as he had been claimed. His pink tongue darted out, licking the salt from his husband’s lips, pressing to his teeth. Samuel’s jaws parted, allowing Maple to slip over his fangs, squirming along his gums. Their tongues intertwined, slithering about like pink serpents and filling their bedroom with the soft, wet popping of their lips. 

Samuel’s massive paw cupped the back of Maple’s head, his clawed fingers gently scratching the thick ebon locks of his wife’s beautiful hair. His fur smelled of honey and musk, a rich, deep odor that filled Samuel’s belly with desire. His own fur reeked of the soil, the wood of the forest and the pungent scent of his own sweat. A man’s smell, Maple had once told him. Maple lowered his hand from his husband’s cheek and with the claw of his middle finger, traced a path through the white fur of Samuel’s powerful neck. He slid down, skimming the deep bowl of his husband’s collarbone to glide down the cleft between his firm pectorals. Maple’s heart quickled to feel the way his husband’s massive chest heaved with every deep lungful. He closed his mouth around Samuel’s lips, collapsing into him, that his fingers may spread fully over his husband’s chest. His fur was so warm, so soft for such a strong male. His fingertips rasped gently through the snowy white of Samuel’s chest, finding a firm, black nipple nestled in the field of white. Maple touched the erect bud, eliciting a shudder from his husband. His lips pulled away from Samuel’s to lower down his chin, grazing his throat to fall upon his collarbone.

He would pause in his journey, only to fill this offered cup with his hot kisses and then move on. He was a pilgrim once more, ever seeking the blessed land. Such a land he found. A dark, glistening oasis in a snowy desert. His claws, trembling and numb, struggled through the rough underbrush. Parting the albin reeds, he laid his weary eyes upon that black pool. His parched lips smacked as he lolled his thick, swollen tongue, eager to lap at the cooling waters of that blessed oasis. His lips circled Samuel’s nipple and the big male cried out as he felt Maple’s mouth spread over his pectoral. Maple’s tongue flicked at that hardened bud, swirling around Samuel’s nipple, tasting it, savoring it. 

His lips tightened, daring to drink in that intoxicating brew. Samuel’s lips peeled back in a rictus of agonized delight. His burly arms crushed his pregnant wife to him, his body uttering a deep groan. Maple released his hold, only to bite down hard, his white fangs clenching. Samuel raised up a howl that was quickly stifled. 

His fingers danced along the ripples of Samuel’s belly, traversing the snowy landscape to find the soft folds of the fox’s sheath. A grin spread across Maple’s lips as he carefully wound his finger around the lip of that blessed scabbard, its black sword peering from the moist folds. Samuel’s manhood emerged, swelling rapidly, rising proudly to lord over the vast, white desert below. The fox laid back, allowing his wife to run his fingers along his taut flesh. Samuel trembled at Maple’s gentle touch, giving a thin moan as the fox took that quivering rod in his hand. With an expert hand, Maple peeled back the black foreskin to reveal the velvet tip, a shimmering bead of dew glistening silver in the moonlight. 

His tongue slithered from his lips to lick at that shining droplet, circling Samuel’s tip. The big male shuddered, but Maple would not let go. He savored the musky taste of Samuel’s hard rod, sliding down the plump undershaft to kiss the base of his cock where his shaft met his fat, heavy balls. Balls which churned with fresh, fertile seed, Maple mused. His yellow eyes flashed with a greedy leer as he turned his gaze from his husband’s scrotum and back to the great scimitar that towered above him. His fingers grazed the inner curve of that black saber, running down the top side of Samuel’s groin to tickle the bristling pubic fur. His black lips rose up Samuel’s cock to wrap around his tip. 

“O-Oh, Maple,” came his husband’s sigh. “That’s amazing.’

Maple’s lips curled up, still locked around Samuel’s rod as he descended. His tongue writhed over the smooth, dark flesh, relishing the salty taste, the familiar scent of Samuel’s musky, sweaty odor. His lips tightened as he pulled up, milking Samuel’s shaft. Such power in that quivering rod. It filled his mouth, hot and firm against his tongue. A grand pillar that rose up, demanding his submission. 

“Does my body please you?” Maple asked. He ran a finger down Samuel’s shaft. “Does it make you feel powerful to see me so big and round?” He placed a kiss upon his husband’s tip. “All because of your big, hard cock.”

Samuel gulped, his throat constricting as he let his eyes wander over Maple’s gravid frame. “Yes,” he managed at last in a hoarse whisper. “It does.” 

His hands came to Maple’s cheeks and the pregnant fox smiled as Samuel guided his muzzle back to his groin. Soft, black lips wrapped around his rigid cock, slurping wetly as he gently led his wife’s jaw up and down. 

“A-Ah, Maple,” Samuel cried. His fingers falling away to dig into the quilt with a whimper. “Ah! I’m going to cum!” His balls churned, growing fat with fresh seed as Maple pulled his lips from his throbbing member.

“Don’t wake up the boy,” Maple whispered. He gave his husband a pat on his hard stomach. “And don’t let yourself go just yet.”

Samuel chuckled in this throat. “I guess he wouldn’t want to hear his parents in the throes of passion.”

Maple nuzzled Samuel’s chest. “Yes, I would prefer not to scar him for life, dear. I was hoping for grandchildren.”

Samuel’s great body shook with silent laughter. He took Maple by the shoulders, guiding the gravid male to the bed. Maple sighed and lifted his arms above his head, rolling to his side in a reclined pose. Samuel’s claws glided along the curve of his hip, tracing a path down his plump thigh, slipping into the soft, warm cleft between his legs. Maple titled his head back and moaned quietly, drinking the delicious sensation of his husband’s strong hands. Samuel rose, his hand coming to the bristling fur of Maple’s lower belly. Within, the twins kicked out, striking their father’s palm as he placed a hand over Maple’s belly. His fingers swirled through the thick white fur, circling the distended bump of his wife’s navel before gliding back down the ripe curve of Maple’s abdomen. 

Maples wet, glistening lips parted in a low sigh, his thighs opening just enough that Samuel’s hand could slide between those quivering mounds. His fingers met the firm, round flesh of Maple’s balls, cupping them like jewels, he offered a gentle squeeze. 

“Ha!” his wife suddenly barked and gave a little start. 

But, Samuel did not stop, not at all. His fingers slipped beneath that furred sac to tickle the plump, swollen flesh of Maple’s perineum. The pregnant fox shuddered, his gravid belly wobbling with his rapid breaths as pleasure crashed over him like a sea wave. His hand extending behind his head, his arms stretched as far they could go, he spread his slender fingers over the quilt. His back arched up, lost in the throes of ecstasy, he let loose a groan that rattled deep within his chest. 

“Mmm, husband,” he sighed. “Take me, please.”

His hand still played about Maple’s inner groin, as Samuel fell beside his pregnant wife. His free hand came to rest upon Maples, chin, gliding gently down to meet the fox’s swollen, milk-heavy tit. He plucked up a heavy orb, pendulous and soft in his fingers, clutching like a ripened fruit. His fingers squeezed the soft flesh, Maple’s body shuddering beneath him as he brought the warm mound to his hungry lips. For the second time that night, he would dine upon the wanting flesh of his wife and lover. His fingers parted the soft, downy fur, laying the black areola bare. Samuel’s lips closed around that ebon bud, his tongue flicking the erect nipple. Maple moaned softly though this nose, lost to the ecstasy of the moment. His ripe, gravid belly swelled as he drew in a deep breath, the air rushing from his lungs in one great sigh. Samuel’s tongue swirled around that firm nub while his fingers squeezed. A tiny drop of white emerged from the glistening stem as warm milk flowed. 

“Ngh, yes,” Maple groaned. “Drink, my love.”

His fingers working the bloated flesh, Samuel coaxed his way up Maple’s wobbling orb. A thin trickle became a gush as milk flowed, spraying into the fox’s mouth. Samuel pulled away, leaving a stream of white to dribble down onto the quilt. Wiping his lips with the back of his hand, he grinned. 

“Got milk?”

Maple arched a brow. “Honestly? You’re going to use that line, dear?”

“It works,” Samuel said with a shrug. 

His hand slid from between Maple’s thighs to caress his round hip as the pregnant fox rolled over. His ass, a massive, orange bloom in the silver of the moonlight, spread before Samuel. A veritable buffet offered up to the fox. 

“I believe you know what to do,” Maple whispered. 

His legs parted, spreading so that his cheeks began to open. Samuel rose up on his knees, taking his wife by the hips. His fingers darted between those pumpkins, feeling out the slack, wet ring that yawned like an open mouth. With both hands, he spread Maple’s cheeks wide, revealing the dark button of his anus. Samuel’s muzzle sought that tight, black bud, his nose nuzzling Maple’s ring. The pregnant fox gave a mewling whimper as Samuel’s lips circled. His tongue darted out, licking about the slackened ring, plunging deep to lap at the warmth and the wetness. The muscles of Maple’s back swam at his touch, the fox tensing as Samuel’s tongue slithered deeper. His white fangs nibbled, delicately pinching the tight, black flesh. His nostrils flared, drinking in the heady aroma of Maple’s musky spice, coupled with the delicate scent of honey. In his passion, Maple’s cock rose from the white folds of its sheath, a black rod that Samuel took in his fingers like a fragile thing. His hand curled, stroking Maple’s member slowly. 

“A-Ah, y-you,” the pregnant fox wailed. “You always find my weakness.”

Samuel leaned back, wiping his lips. His wife lay spread before him, primed and ready. His cock swelled, a great black pillar. Veins bulged from the smooth, dark flesh, twining up his shaft like ivy as he took his rod in hand and guided it to Maple’s ring. His tip trickled a shimmering dew that ran down his shaft and onto his fingers. Samuel paused, placing his tip to Maple’s ass. The pregnant fox shuddered, gripping the quilt in rapt expectation. Then, with a smooth, firm motion, he entered. His slick, wet cock slid effortlessly into Maple. The quivering muscles of the fox’s body, clamped around Samuel’s throbbing rod, coaxing upwards, guiding him to Maple’s core. Samuel placed a hand on Maple’s hip, bracing himself as he groaned, his body heaving under the pleasure. 

“Oh, Maple,” his voice hoarse and breathless. “I love you.”

“I love you, husband,” Maple whispered. His hips lifted, pressing his fat cheeks into Samuel’s pelvis. 

Samuel lowered his hand to trace his fingertips along the back of Maple’s thigh as he shoved his hips forward. The pregnant fox grunted, tossing back his head. Samuel let his eyes close, taking a deep breath and pulling back. His cock slid along the smooth walls of Maple’s rectum, the firm muscles contracting around his rod. Then, with a sudden thrust of his hips, he charged back up Maple’s tunnel. The fox let out a cry as his husband’s hard member slammed into his quivering prostate. 

“A-Ah,” he cried out. “Oh, Samuel, that’s perfect.”

Samuel pulled back, stirring his lover, only to race forward once again. Sweat prickled his fur, dripping down his snout as his pace intensified. The muscles of his legs swelled as he took his wife with both hands, plunging into that fatal abyss over and over again. Like a great hero of old, he did charge, black lance raised against the thronging hordes. Maple seized the quilt and let loose a terrific howl that shook the thatch above them. Silver motes of dust rained down, dancing in the pale moonlight like so many stars around them as the couple joined as one. Samuel slammed into Maple’s ass, the slap of wet, raw meat echoing in the still air as he locked himself to his wife. His hands slid up from Maple’s hips to caress his gravid belly, cupping the swollen orb and lifting the pregnant fox up. He fell back into a sitting position, placing Maple on his lap. One hand around his wife’s belly, he cupped a heavy breast and nuzzled his lips into Maple’s neck. His mouth traced the white edge of Maple’s throat, just as his cock blazed a trail to Maple’s womb. His lips met the wet, black fullness of Maple’s mouth and husband and wife locked into a deep, soul aching kiss. Samuel’s balls churned with the desire to release as the pair remained motionless, taking in the warmth of their bodies. 

Pulling his lips away, Samuel grasped Maple’s hips and bucked, thrusting hard and deep. The pregnant fox gave a cry, buoyed by his husband’s push. 

“A-Ah… Ah… Ah…” he cried. 

His pendulous breasts slapped against his belly, as Samuel’s pace quickened. The fox grunted, seizing his wife hard. His black spear was like a living thing now. A missile of raw flesh that pounded with a relentless, merciless force against the battered gates of Maple’s womb. 

“Yes,” Maple screamed. “Oh yes.”

Samuel leaned, falling to his side, taking Maple with him, to lay the pregnant fox on the bed. With one leg slung over his shoulder, he wrapped his arms around Maple’s thigh and slammed himself deep. Maple’s body shivered, slathered in a cold sweat. His rectum closed around Samuel’s rod, milking that hard, dark flesh. His ring would refuse to let the fox escape. Samuel’s hips bucked, pounding furiously. His balls ached for release, begging the fox to let loose his fertile seed. Samuel clenched his fangs, groaning through his nose with every painfully delirious thrust. 

“Ah, Maple,” he cried. “I can’t hold on.”

“Then don’t, my love,” shrieked his wife. 

Samuel slammed hard, ramming Maple’s prostate. The pair sent up a keening wail as Samuel released. Hot, bubbling seed flooded into Maple’s hungry womb. His hands flew to his belly, the flesh tightening with fresh expansion as Samuel continued to pump. His tongue clove to the roof of his mouth, his parched lips parted in a low, satisfied moan that shook in his belly. 

“Oooh.” Maple licked his lips. His yellow eyes glazed with delight. 

Samuel’s muscles stood in stark relief as the fox clung to his wife, holding him in place so that he seed may not be wasted. Maple’s belly rumbled to see his mighty lover and he squeezed his cheeks harder, clamping around Samuel’s pumping cock as the fox let another string of white, fertile seed spray deep into Maple’s rectum. 

“Oh Samuel,” Maple said as he and Samuel now laid on the quilt. His fur shimmered with a golden afterglow, his tired eyes bright. “I want you to give me triplets next time.” 

Samuel rolled over and placed a hand on Maple’s massive belly. Within, the twins shifted peacefully, settling themselves for a long night. His fur steamed with the heat of their spent love, his cock now soft between his muscled thighs. “Are you sure, dear?”

“I have never been more sure in my life, husband.” Maple laid his hand on Samuel’s arm. “I could never stop having your children. I lo--”

A sudden rustle made him stop, his ears pricking up. A dull scraping echoed in the hall, followed by a shrill cry of, “Ma! Pa! I heard a monster.”

“Don’t worry, son,” shouted Samuel. “That was just your mother.”

Maple’s face turned bone white. He turned to stare back at Samuel with wide eyes. “H-Husband!” His voice was a high, thin squeak. “I-I wasn’t that loud, was I?”

Samuel’s road chest shook. “Oh dear,” he laughed, his arm around Maple. “I just do a good job is all.”

The color returned to Maple’s face, quickly darkening into crimson and then plum as the fox scowled at his husband. His ears flattened to his skull as he swatted Samuel’s chest. “That’s it,” he growled. “You’re sleeping outside from now on. What’s so funny?”

Samuel could not answer, for he was too enrapt in his own laughter. 

Maple rolled away from his husband and crossed his arms over his breast. “Oh, you are just the worst.” He stuck out a lip in a pout.

“I love you, dear,” Samuel said, wiping a tear from his eye. 

Maple’s ears drooped. Heaving an exasperated sigh, the fox at last shook his head. “I can’t win.” Then with a soft smile playing over his lips, he laid his head into the crook of Samuel’s neck. “I love you too, dear.”

A rolling cloud fell over the moon, covering the land with a deep, soft blanket of darkness, plunging the room into shadow. Together they lay, husband and wife, their arms about one another as their weary minds drifted into slumber.