“I can’t believe you did that,” Audrey said, her giggle betraying any sense of disappointment in question. Smiling, Caleb hung off the squirrel’s shoulder whilst fondling the topic of discussion. She’d yet to remove it from her pants, nor cared to, given how pronounced the outline was. “My mother saw everything.”


“Like she doesn’t know what we do,” Caleb said, nuzzling her bride. “It was worth it to see the look on your face coming down the aisle.” The fox wasn’t looking at her mother-in-law during the ceremony. Her eyes were too locked on the gorgeous white dress Audrey had picked out. It didn’t cover her fully like most wedding dresses she’d seen, nor was it as skimpy as the fox expected. When she lifted the veil Caleb noted a white leather collar around her wife’s neck. 


Her wife. The gravitas of those words hit her hard at the altar. They were wedded now, locked by rings of gold and vows declaring their loyalty till death. She’d known the squirrel for almost a decade, having explored every inch of her gray fur and tapping that delightful mind of hers. They’d lived together long enough that they should have been married already. But the weight of it still astounded her. Hence why she’d taken a few drinks at the party. 


The blush on Audrey’s face carried no innocence as she leaned in. “Anyone would be shocked. I half expected you to make me kneel right then and there.”


Caleb liked the sound of that. “You would too,” the fox said. “Which is why I didn’t. I didn’t want the first part of our special day to be about that. Even if all our friends know it, and know why we left the party early.” 


“Not because you’re tipsy?” Audrey grinned.


Caleb snickered, “Well, somewhat because of that.” 


Waves from the beach echoed as the pair traversed to their suite. A path of rose petals was laid out for them behind the door, leading to a heart-shaped bed with a bottle of red wine that Caleb put aside before she undressed. Caleb, unlike Audrey, preferred to wear a tux for the event. Much of the staff confused her for a man because of it. That and the strap-on. She didn’t care about the confusion, having been a tomboy her entire life and looking masculine enough alone with her flat chest and tight hips. If anyone addressed her with masculine pronouns she’d not bother correcting them. It was worth it to see their shock when proven otherwise, like the staff who had to pick their jaws off the floor when her gender was revealed. 


“Where are you going?” Caleb asked, catching sight of her wife’s tail slipping into the bathroom.


“You had your surprise,” Audrey said, her voice carried by the ceramic tiles, “Now I get to have mine. Have patience.”


Caleb was certain she knew what surprise Audrey had in store. They’d done enough bondage for the fox to know the sound of chains. But if Audrey wanted to surprise her, she would wait for it, taking to the bed with nothing but her thick and floppy strap-on hanging off her crotch.


She stared at it with affection, holding the fake cock in one hand to idly pump. Caleb had a collection of strap-ons that bordered on obsessive. Some were just packers she wore for everyone to see, and some were there just to fuck, this one was her favorite because it was built for both. Floppy enough to tuck into a pant leg but rigid enough to push inside an eager hole. The fox rolled over to her back, thrusting her hips up as she pumped the thick phallus. She’d picked it today knowing how long the ceremony was, her mind buzzing with when she’d get the chance to claim her wife with it. 


Wife. Caleb loved the word. Wife. Wife. Wife. She huffed, biting her lip while pumping away. The dildo’s design had a special feature giving her a taste of friction with every movement. With enough hours and the right mood, she could get off like a man, but that was nothing compared to thrusting into the squirrel. 


“You seem to be having fun.”


Caleb stopped and shot up to Audrey. Her eyes widened at the squirrel’s attire. Underneath her dress she’d latched white leather cuffs across her thighs, elbows, ankles, and wrists, the last of which were latched together by chains loose enough to mimic freedom. They must have been hidden by the bouquet Audrey held on the walk. It’s no wonder she grabbed a second one after throwing it, to hide the surprise. Peering low, Caleb discovered a matching chain at the squirrel’s ankles, just loose enough to not hinder her speed anywhere beyond a fast-paced walk. The leather bindings matched perfectly with the collar around her neck, making Audrey look like an enslaved angel in her presence. 


“Don’t stop on my account,” Audrey said. Steel nipple rings with blue teardrop attachments dangled as she stepped forward. “Then again, you’re not used to being left speechless, are you? That’s how it feels to be me.” She bit her lower lip with a soft laugh that made Caleb’s face flush.


The fox straightened herself up and stood, her fake cock flopping forward. Though equal in height and, by law, in status, Audrey bowed her head and kneeled before her dominant. Her mistress, her master, and her partner. “That’s not your usual belt,” Caleb said, eyeing the chastity belt clasped tight at the squirrel’s crotch. They’d played with chastity enough to have a preferred belt, though it was rarely a long-term thing. 


“It is not,” Audrey raised her balled fists, opening them to reveal a small key hanging by a weak chain. “I have offered you my cunt for years now, but it was always mine to give. With the years we’ve been together, I can think of no one else I’d rather trust to truly hold possession over it. I gift my pussy to you, my husband, till death till we part.”


Audrey was joking before but now Caleb was truly at a loss for words. Their relationship never shied away from aspects of dominance and submission. The squirrel had always freely given away her agency behind a mask of hesitation, always eager for what new plans Caleb had in store. She’d once spent almost an entire year as a latex doll because of it. But Caleb always offered it back in the end, never wanting her lover to believe she was just another object to her. This gift marked an end to that. Audrey wanted to be hers, body and soul. She took the offered key with care, silently telling herself that an abuse of this trust would be anathema to her existence. 


“A gift?” Caleb tilted her head. She spoke with an edge to her voice. Not one of disappointment or reprimand, but a tone she used to signal she was ready to take control. “That’s rather odd. You may be my wife, but you are also my slave,” she scooped the key by its chain with one finger, taking a moment to tilt the squirrel’s face up to meet hers. Audrey drank in the moment as if the fox wasn’t the only one intoxicated. “A slave owns nothing that can be given, nor anything they can lock away.”


Before the squirrel could speak Caleb pressed her pretty lips shut. “Keep your excuses until I ask for them. I have something better in mind for your mouth.” At that she swayed the phallus hanging between her legs, beckoning her slave-wife for service. Audrey let loose a held breath with a sultry smile, her eyes following the strap-on like the pendulum of a grandfather clock. She lowered herself to suckle the tip, bringing the cock up without the use of her hands. Caleb felt a ting of pride seeing those bound hands stay at her wife’s thighs, knowing she helped build the confidence that pushed her to service it with mouth alone. 


Without assistance, she swallowed the cock. Inch by inch she bobbed her head forward, half an inch back each time. Caleb couldn’t help but think back to when Audrey first gagged on her strap-on, a reflex that was now a distant memory. Audrey’s brown eyes met her gaze halfway down the toy. The fox’s chest fluttered. Her face warm with blush, she turned her attention to the key and laid a steady hand on her wife’s head. Not to direct her, Audrey needed none. Her wife wanted her touch and her command, and she would spoil her with both. 


There was nothing unique about the key. One of many she’d seen that came with chastity devices. Small enough to be easily lost if not careful. Caleb thought about what Audrey must have been thinking when she locked herself. She had to assume the fox would punish her, Caleb wasn’t a control freak but the excuse was handed to her on a silver platter, or whatever material the belt was made of. But what sort of punishment would be best? Caleb smiled with her answer. 


“Because tonight is special I’ll forgive this transgression, but I won’t be opening up my ‘gift’. I think I’ll make use of your other hole instead.” 


“A pity,” Audrey said out of turn. She rested her snout against the saliva-slathered rod, letting her facial fur grow matted and dark. “I was hoping my husband would breed me tonight.”


Husband? Breed? These words were impossible for Caleb yet she felt a rush through her as if plugged into a socket. Nails dug into the squirrel’s auburn hair and pulled her head back. “You wish to be bred?” She asked, batting her wife’s face with the sloppy toy. Audrey gasped and quivered upon impact, trying to take the toy back into her maw but Caleb wouldn’t allow her bludgeon to be so easily taken. It’d spent enough time in that hole. “We have all night to try, and I am more than willing to try.”


Chains jostled and clicked as Audrey climbed to the bed. Caleb licked her lips at the look, imagining what it’d be like if her wife were always bound like that. Going on walks with the hobble chain, typing at a computer with metal links between her wrists, waking up every morning, and sleeping each evening knowing her wife was restricted in some manner. All for her. She shook her head at the idea, realizing first how impractical it was for the day-to-day and, secondly, how it’d lose its charm. The squirrel stayed bound on their wedding because it was a special day, not because it was some new rule. Besides, Caleb had another one in mind. 


Audrey raised her butt in earnest. Caleb pushed the gray squirrel’s bushy tail aside, revealing a whole she’d spent years enjoying and will spend many more. Anal was never their main course. It was a side dish or appetizer, something she remembered the squirrel was reserved about at first. Caleb chuckled, imagining how that demure squirrel would react knowing about who’d she become. Would she be shocked, or turned on? Caleb knew the answer, imagining the squirrel’s bashful blushing as she lubed her strap.


“I should have made you wear a plug,” Caleb mused aloud, pressing the head of her floppy tool against the squirrel’s pucker. Lube made traction difficult, but she managed to sink in. Her wife’s moan was a powerful motivator. “We could have skipped a ring bearer and given you one of those hollow plugs. Have you show your ass to everyone as we got it out. Let them know your place.”


“M-My mother would have seen,” Audrey said through bitten lips.


“She saw my dick through the pants, what’s a public display going to change?” Pride swelled in her chest when Audrey’s ass greedily swallowed her cock. “Maybe we should have another ceremony? One where you crawl to me or come to the altar by a leash? More private with closer friends who know us.”


Her wife, ever the exhibitionist, elicited a combined moan and squeal at the thought. That and the fat cock sinking into her. Caleb stopped halfway and pulled back, holding her slave’s hips for balance when she slammed the rest inside. Audrey bucked her head back, exposing the ecstatic lustful smile plastered over her face. 


Caleb’s slow start was for her sake more than Audrey's. She knew the squirrel wanted it hard and faster, but she needed to find a rhythm, or else the toy would flop out. Each time it did one of them snickered, with the fox batting her wife’s ass with the toy before delving back inside. Cries for breeding echoed between haggard and short breaths. The heart-shaped bed squeaked under their rutting, no doubt used to this and more. A challenge Caleb decided to go above and beyond. 


The crack of palms against flesh mixed with their passion as Caleb turned her wife’s bum red. She pulled the squirrel’s head back, whispering sweet promises of their unity. The things she would do, and the things Audrey asked of her. The fox laughed, then pulled out to roll her wife to her back. Better to see a face twisted by pleasure that was as she pushed back inside.


Waves rippled over Caleb’s body. She cried out, clutching her wife as her end of the strap-on did its duty. But the fox wasn’t done hearing her wife’s pleading. She pushed through until another wave, then another, her stamina and desire pushing her through hours until her hips refused to thrust. She felt Audrey’s chains at her back, forgetting she’d lost herself in the squirrel’s embrace. 


“You’re hogging all of it.” The squirrel whispered. Caleb knew her wife not to judge but couldn’t help but shrink at the thought. Getting over it, the fox pulled out from Audrey’s hole and grip, squeezing in behind her to be the big spoon she wanted to be. 


They rested for a time, not deigning to look at a clock to tell. Better to pretend this was a moment frozen in time than anything else as if the world would stop for them. If she were a romantic it would be because Audrey was her world and she would stop on a command. Her touch traveled from down the squirrel’s arm to cupping her breast, then down her thigh. Audrey, in turn, wrapped her leg around Caleb’s, the chill of the chain making her body warmth all the sweeter. 


“This is mine,” the fox whispered, unlocking the chastity belt with a twist of the key. She knew every inch of her wife’s pussy by heart, inside and out. Audrey nodded, taking short breaths once Caleb’s finger pressed her clit. She winced at a flick, cut short of a cry by Caleb’s other hand. 


“No one else gets this unless I say, and I don’t like to share.” She nipped her wife’s ear, mixing pain with the pleasure of her fingers. She knew Audrey’s weak spots, every little exploit to get the squirrel squirming. Begging to stop but never using their safeword. “Say it.”


Through terse breaths not helped by Caleb’s continued fingering the squirrel answered. “T-This pussy belongs–”


“Cunt,” Caleb corrected. Pussy was too nice.


“This c-cunt belongs…fuck I’m close.”


“Keep talking.” Caleb knew Audrey would do her damndest to hold back until she had permission. Even now her hands, limited in their freedom, refused to stop the fox. Preferring to dig into the sheets hard enough that the fox was sure she heard fabric rip.


“To Caleb,” Audrey shouted, “This cunt belongs to Caleb Stevenson!”


It wasn’t the words she needed to hear, though they were nice, but the pitch of her voice. She’d played Audrey like an instrument countless times to know what signs to spot. The squeal in her shaking voice, the shivers across her body. Caleb drank in her anticipation with a deep breath, then pulled her hand away. Her slave-wife threw her head back to cry out, then paused when nothing came. The fox waited until the squirrel’s drive fell, then pulled the belt back up and locked it tight. 


“I’ve decided as the owner of the cunt of Audrey Fisher that it will no longer receive stimulation. Better for preservation to not tamper with something so pretty. To ensure this, extra measures may be discussed. In layman’s terms, I hope you’re prepared to get off from anal 'cause that’s all you’re getting from now on.”


Audrey looked at her, deflated. In that instant, Caleb wondered if she, just a tad, had gone too far with the love of her life. But in the middle of formulating a backtrack in her mind, Audrey smiled back and kissed her firmly. 


“I love you,” she whispered. Not with lust, though there was certainly plenty, but with genuine affection that burned brighter than any orgasm for Caleb. 


Tears in her eyes, the fox pulled her wife in until their bodies couldn’t get any closer. “I love you,” she replied.