"Goodnight Grampa!"

	"Goodnight sweetie. Heh, you and that cat, Jessica. For as long as I've had him, he always sleeps only in your bed whenever you're staying the night. You remember when Othello was a kitten-"

	"I know, I know," the girl cut her elder off, already knowing the story he was set to tell again. "I was just eight when you got him, and we bonded instantly."

	The older fox smiled warmly, his hands rested on the bedroom door frame. "Well it really is something, I say, how he took such a liking to you especially." The old man gave a fond smirk to his granddaughter, his eyes switching over to the black-furred cat curled up on the blanket with her. "It's hard to believe he's six now, and you're fourteen. You two have grown up so fast..."

	"Grampaaaaa~"

	"Alright, alright, I'm sorry. This old fogy will let you get to sleep, I won't embarrass you anymore. Goodnight dear."

	"Tell Gramma I said goodnight for me."

	Jessica leaned back under the sheets, keeping her eye on the door until it latched closed. Her vulpine ears followed her grandfather's movements back to his room, that door as well closing after him. She waited a customary moment, just listening for any sound that would be out of the ordinary. Of course though, none came. Tonight would prove to be just like any other night she spent at her grandparents' house. 

	"You ready?" she whispered conspiratorially to the cat, her paws gently sliding down the blanket. 

	Thought Othello was just a feral cat, he always somehow had the knack of understanding her. The feline lept out of the blanket's way, landing cleanly on his four paws in the uncovered bed. He was as ready as he always was on a night like this. 

	Jessica leaned over to the window aside her bed, easing it open all the way up. She loved the smell of the night air in June out here away from the city. And she especially loved the familiar warm breeze that came in on her and Othello. The feel and the scents combined to call back memories of all the wonderful times she had spent at her grandparents' with little Othy. 

	The fox moved to the other side of her bed, reaching up to pull down the top bunk's blanket. She tugged the edges of the fabric just enough so they would hang low from above, draping to cover that side of the bed from view. She liked it better this way; it felt more cloistered for her. More private. She could almost pretend she were out in the woods, the room hidden away behind the blanket while the wilderness out the window seemed to spread into her secure little fort. 

	"This is ours," she whispered to the feline, snapping the flint of her hidden (and pilfered) lighter to bring flame to a single candle. "All of this is all ours, and it's beautiful."

	Jessica carefully set the candle aside on the windowsill where they wouldn't knock it over. Its small light was enough to make the enclosed area glow with an orange warmth, its light flickering in reflection in Othello's eyes. "You ready?" she asked the cat again, this time she herself being fully prepared. "Go ahead~"

	The cat almost seemed to smile as the teen girl sat up a little, spreading her legs apart and bending her knees. Othello jumped eagerly into the space under Jessica, its black feline face arrowing straight into her young cooch. "Good boy Othy. Just like always~"
	
	Othello didn't lick. He had learned from enough times of the fox jumping and getting upset over the roughness of his tongue to know not to use it here. Instead he nuzzled and he pushed, his face getting lost in the girl's pink folds. The black fur pushed into the white, his tapered face inserting slowly in through the spreading lips. 

	The feel of Othello's head pushing in always got the girl going hard. The sensation of her feminine passage closing down over the back of the smaller creature's neck sent shivers racing from her pussy all through her body. But that didn't stop the cat's progress. It never did. His shoulders were next, pressing together and in, his dry fur slipping into the wet passage from the backing pressure of the cat's back legs. His arms were pinned to his sides, but by now it was something he was used to. The two of them had done this enough for him to know every little detail of what needed to be done.

	Jessica emptied her mind, reclining back into the soft pillows to let the cat do its work for her. She spread her legs apart for him and eased her muscles, making things as easy for the cat as she could allow. She always liked leaving it all up to him, and, she thought for sure, he liked it better that way too.

	The fox girl's female tunnel filled to its limits, stretching wide to accommodate the self-inserting animal. She could feel his breathing now, the swells of his chest peaking sharp but tolerable pain deep in her vagina. But that would be over soon, she knew. The cat's chest was pushing in deeper, Othello's face now feeling like it was right into the back of her pink tunnel. "Good boy Othy... I'm ready~"

	The cat pushed steadily, prying the girl's cervix to spread open deep inside of her. Jessica moaned loudest here, her biggest effort being trying to keep quiet enough to not be heard a few rooms away. Her young body shook and accepted the cat, her deep insides opening under his pressure. "Othyyyy~"

	Othello's belly was in her pussy lips now, his back paws still planted on the sheets. Jessica looked down to watch his tail slowly lash back and forth through the air, while her hand caressed the area of her belly where she estimated his head to be. Since he was so deep inside her, the cat's whole inserted half made an indeterminate swell in her belly, not like a distinct head-shape she could clearly point to and say "here he is". The cat simply made a rounded bulge, his contours lost under all the layers of fur, skin, muscle, intestines, and finally the walls of her womb. 

	Jessica reached down for the first time in the process of taking the cat in, gently running her fingers up the cat's tail. the base of the thin appendage was right at her entrance now, its length being the next thing for her pussy to swallow. She itched carefully underneath the tail, giving a slow rub of the feline's haunches and sack. Just like always, the two encased orbs hung high and tight, their contents just waiting to be released.

	The girl would have been happy to stay just the way they were all night, but Othello had to satisfy his demanding needs. The girl's all-encompassing pussy was just too close to his male parts now to delay any longer. This was the moment to surge!

	Othello's back legs tensed and pushed off, the squished cat leaping as best he could further into the tight passage. His hips were sent inside the warmth, all that was left of the cat on the outside now being the end of his tail and his back feet. Jessica knew his arms were still pinned to his sides in her, but he was still able to struggle through sheer determination and grit the rest of the way. The paws disappeared into her, the wildly flipping tail sinking in last. Othello's bulge in her lower parts sank in, shifting up through her pelvis and deep into her belly. The fox girl squirmed and writhed with the final struggling, sucking bit of insertion, feeling her womb enclosing the entire animal and sealing it away. 

	Jessica's pussy clenched down tight, gripping the tunnel closed after the cat with her female juices spurting out from the pressure. The expelled clear liquid was caught in her paw, her fingers desperately circling her clit and rubbing the entrance the cat had gone in. Her belly muscles tightened in her orgasm, packing little Othello into his familiar ball-shape. He was in her. He was hers.

	The climax lasted a minute or more, fresh waves of pleasure continually washing over the fourteen year old. Her free and dry paw gripped her slightly-bulged tummy, feeling the animal that was trapped way down within. Any little movement he made only served to renew Jessica's lust, her body convulsing and straining to cope with it all. 

	Just as her orgasm began to fade, the girl's back arched up and off the sheets. Her belly stood high and proud, her quivering legs just barely holding her up. Through the haze she looked down at herself, inspecting the swell in her furry abdomen through slitted eyelids. "Othellooo~"

	Jessica collapsed. All her muscles eased for the first time in a minute, her heavy breathing the only sign of life. She felt Othello stir softly within her; compacted, wet, and happy inside. She rolled over as well, lying on her side with her arm draped over her belly. She licked away her mess from her other paw, closing her eyes and focusing on the ingested pet. "I love you Othy."

	The girl fell asleep easily after her big release with her young body remaining uncovered from the blankets, the deep internal purring resonating through her core helping to put her under. Inside her belly, slight movements could be seen shifting around under her skin.

*****

	Othello awoke first. He somehow always knew when it was just before dawn. The cat stirred around to rouse the girl he slept inside of, it being his way of warning her that he was ready to leave. 

	Jessica yawned and stretched on her back, her limbs going outward in all four directions. Her belly jiggled a little, the cat inside lining up his face with the exit. "Alright, alright. Come on out."

	There was a pressure deep inside, followed by the feeling of fullness traveling downward. The passage of the fox girl's vagina filled with the soaking wet cat, his body sliding down through it with little difficulty. 

	The black face spread open the girl's lower lips, the cat's eyes opening and his ears popping up when they came free. Jessica breathed in, and gave one long push to send the animal out, his whole length being extruded like dough from a nozzle.

	Jessica relaxed back into her comfy bed, taking little notice that the end of the feline's tail was still inside her down there. The cat sat up just as casually, his tongue setting to work on drying himself. The fox chuckled softly thinking about it. "You're good at making sure Grampa and Gramma never even find out. You'll be back to your normal fluffy self like nothing even happened."
	
	There was a touch of something like envy in the teen girl's voice. But if Othello understood, he showed no sign. The cat was busy diligently licking his fur clean and dry, hiding all evidence of where he had been all night. 

	Jessica flopped her head into the pillow, her eyes staring unseeingly at the bunk above. Quietly, she whispered four more words as she drifted back to sleep. "I love you Othello."

*****

	"The bus is here, sweetie. Finish your toast on your way out the door." Jessica's grandmother handed the girl the last of her breakfast in one hand and her school bag in the other. "Hurry now or you'll be late."

	The fox gulped down her orange juice, setting the glass back on the table next to the snoozing black cat. She hoped she had mastered her blushing enough so that it wasn't noticeable anymore, as she darted by her Grampa who was reading the paper and absentmindedly stroking a hand down Othello's back. "Have a good day," he said from behind his paper. 

	The door swung closed after the girl, her grandmother watching through the window as she boarded the bus with the other students. The old woman smiled fondly, turning away to walk back to the breakfast table. "She's such a sweet young thing," she said to her husband, her hand meeting his on the cat's back.

	The old fox lowered the top of his newspaper to look over it. His wizened old face held a twinkling smile that was all too rare for someone his age. "Do you think she knows yet?" he asked to his wife. 

	"That we know? No, I don't think she does."

	The woman's eyes turned down to Othello, whose feline face was curled with a smile. The fox had to return the grin, her finger tickling under the cat's chin. "I still remember when I was her age, all the things me and Othello did together. Don't you dear?"

	"Oh yes honey. Of course I remember."