Fange's legs healed around the rings and she could almost stand again.  She foxes kept the ring gag in her mouth except when they let her eat.  Her ankle rings allowed the foxes to firmly lock her legs together.  She had to groom the kits and keep the den clean.

The youngest kit got old enough to know how to mate just as she came into her second heat.  Todd leashed fang and tied her wrists behind her neck.  Then he lead her and the kit to an abandoned den.  He locked her ankles together and set a made her sit down.

He encouraged his kit to expose himself and stand closer to Fange.  The kits whiskers flicked as he smelled the heat.  The todd took the kit's paw and gently stroked Fange's nethers.  Then he had the kit taste the fingers.  Then he had the kit stand closer and held Fange's neck.

The doe licked the kit's sack through her ring gag gently.  The kit jumped back and the todd chuckled.  He assured the kit it was ok.  She couldn't bite through the ring anyway.  Then the kit moved in and let the doe lick his balls.  He whimpered and moved back as his tip slipped from it's sheath.

The todd reassured the kit again.  The kit let her clean his balls a little longer but slapped her when her tongue grazed over his slowly emerging shaft.  Then the kit ran into the bathroom and slammed the door.  The todd made the kit open the door and come back to the big room.

He slipped out of his pants and made Fange groom him until he peeked.  He told the kit that it was natural and ok.  Then he made Fange clean his shaft and even slipped it into the gag.  After a while he pulled Fange's ears back and let his wet shaft slap her in the face.

The kit swallowed and stepped in and let the doe clean his sack again.  When he reached full length the todd gently backed him up and had him kneel over her legs.  He spread the doe's legs firmly and made her lay back.  Then he gently held the kits shaft in his paw and pushed him slowly in.

Fange whimpered and moaned as the Todd forced his kit to take her.  The todd unlocked her ankle rings and let her spread her legs as the kit quickly took to the feeling.  Before the kit knew it, he had knotted inside the doe.  The todd stroked the kit and reassured him before leaving them in the abandoned den.

The kit was still young and his knot wasn't very big.  It was bigger than the doe's entry so it stuck firmly as her juices dried on his sack.  The kit looked at the doe's eyes and she looked away.  Then he gently took the ring gag from her mouth and she licked it.

Fange's voice cracked as she begged for him to untie her arms.  The kit did and she pushed him up and he yelped as his shaft bent painfully.  Her eyes went wide and she pulled him to her and cooed as the vixen had made her any time he cried.  The words became more whole without the gag and she kissed on his cheeks and ears.

The kit returned her kisses and soon found his tongue in her mouth.  She stiffened and he lifted his head and smiled as she brought her arms in across her chest.  He pulled her wrists gently up and kissed them softly then curled and licked her chest.  He found his paws firmly pushing themselves against her chest even with her arms trying to block his view.

It wasn't as if he hadn't seen her naked body.  The vixen and todd made her stay in nothing more than an apron that they could easily slide off her neck.  Her covering herself made his shaft thrum in her nethers and his paws elicited a yelp of pain as a dew caught a sensitive nipple.  He pulled her paws away and held them.  Then he kissed the nipple and gently suckled on it as she squirmed around his throbbing shaft.

The kit then gently kissed his way back up to her neck and slipped his tongue under the belt and against the worn fur under it. The doe gently kissed back on his ears and the kit worked his kisses up her chin and back into her mouth.  She stopped trying to hide her breasts and slipped her paws onto his rump.

Fange's eyes drifted closed as the kit gave her more than she had before.  Then she rested and waited for him to un knot. They rolled onto their sides.  The doe woke to the kit sleeping and tried to gently free herself from his knot.  The fire took hold and she rolled him onto his back, waking him.  He looked up in surprise then delight as the doe pushed him over another ledge as she rode him until she exhausted herself.

The fourth day she managed to slip off his knot while he slept.  She searched the den for anything then checked the door.  She sniffed out but she could only smell herself and the kit.  She slipped the door open and the creaking almost woke the kit, his eyes drifting open then back shut.

Her stomach growled and moonlight glanced off the snow outside the den.  She eased the door open a little more with a shiver and took one painful step after another.  She got to the drift and found a melted spot next to it.  She broke off a few of the fresh blades and looked around.

She jumped toward the moon and fell into the snowdrift.  Shivering, she eased to her feet and crouched again.  Away.  It doesn't matter where.  She'll climb to the moon.

There was a clatter behind her as she made her fifteenth painful hop.  There was a light in the den she had just come from.  A warm light, and not from a candle or fireplace.  She crouched and found her left leg was bleeding.  She ate some snow and let it melt in her mouth.

She felt a half shake and clenched her eyes.  She was rushed over the snowfield and tumbled into a briar.  The todd made her look at him then wrapped her leg carefully.  Then he carried her in his maw back to the kit, leaving a pile of food for each of them.

The todd ran a chain through the ring on her right ankle from her collar to the fireplace.  He then slipped her ring gag on her and made her service his sack.  The todd locked the door behind him.

The next day the vixen arrived and found the kit sitting next to her.  The kit would put a bite in his mouth then chew it and spit it into hers.  The vixen looked into the doe's eyes and she froze.  The vixen lifted her skirt and presented her nethers to Fange's mouth.

After Fange groomed the vixen, the vixen turned and smelled Fange's nethers.  She saw the new bandage on Fange's left leg and glanced around the room as Fange tried to hide it.  The vixen kissed her son on the forehead and told him he should be more careful with his toys.  The vixen pulled Fange's right hand to her mouth and said, "You wouldn't want them too broke to play with," as she pressed her canines into the doe's inner wrist and growled softly.

The vixen sat next to them and made sure Fange and her kit ate.  Then she made Fange groom her kit while she watched.  The vixen made Fange stand on her knees and guided the kit into Fange's nethers.  When the kit got stuck, the vixen left.