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When his parents send him off to live with his cousin, Bill Blake, until Hubert's father can calm down, the wolf never expected to find someone new, especially someone named Josephine Grey.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Hubert Hemming just broke up with his long time girlfriend. When his parents send him off to live with his cousin, Bill Blake, until Hubert's father can calm down, the wolf never expected to find someone new, especially someone named Josephine Grey.", "writing": "Chapter 1: A Lazy Day\n\nBill Blake let out a long sigh as he leaned back in his chair. The heavy set black wolf scratched his khaki clad belly while letting out a mighty yawn. The one thing he liked about working out in Tri-Burrow County was how slow work was. It gave him time to take a nap or two. \n\nBill was nearing his mid-fourties and yet he was somehow still harangued by his mother for not getting married or having grandpups. He wondered if she was ever going to come to terms that he was gay, then again, she probably already did but still wanted him to finally settle down and adopt a child. The old wolf let out a chuckle as he gave his belly a pat. He’d never seen himself with a house, a white picket fence, a permanent partner, and two and a half kids, though it wasn’t like he couldn’t see the appeal in it.\n\nHe’d had a few steady boyfriends here and there, but the last one he had didn’t want to move out to Bunnyburrow with him because he’d found himself in a nice little rut in Little Bend running a shop that catered to the summer tourists. Their break up had been mutual, though, still ending in a few tears. The two still kept in touch via email and were still good friends.\n\nThe bright side to all this was running into his new on again off again beau, Gideon Grey. The tubby fox was cute, both in and out of clothing, but Bill knew that their relationship was best kept on the side of beneficial relation since Gideon was more interested in finding a wife than a husband. Not that the wolf was complaining at all, he certainly enjoyed his time with the hefty tod, and he could tell that it was mutual.\n\nThe wolf was just about to take a nap when his desk phone started to ring. His ears perked up immediately. That phone rarely rang at all unless it was an emergency, and the last time it did, it was from the Hopps farm. About a week earlier, some of the children were playing around in the fields when they’d run into a row of Night Howlers. It hadn’t been a pretty sight, especially when it meant having to call the Pound since the Sheriff’s office did have, nor was authorized to have, tranquilizer guns.\n\nSlowly, Bill grabbed the phone. “Sheriff’s office. Sheriff Blake speakin’. Please state yer ‘mergency,” he said. It was a line that he’d memorized from being over in Nutwood County. Even though it was one county over, he seemed to be answering the phone a great deal more when he was over thre, mostly to break up bar fights or the occasional tomfoolery by bored teenagers.\n\n“Billy,” the voice said happily, “I was hopin’ I’d catch ya.”\n\n“Aunt Evie,” the canine replied in a little bit of disbelief, “Why’re ya callin’ the office phone?”\n\n“Cuz y’ain’t answerin’ yer cell!”\n\n“That’s cuz it’s on vibrate.”\n\n“What ya do in yer free time ain’t none of my concern, Billy. I needs yer help with sumthin’,” Evie said, not even letting her nephew get a word in, “I’m sendin’ Hubert yer way. I wants ya t’ show’m round Bunnyborrow cuz he’s needs to git out of th’ouse.”\n\n“Why? What ‘appened?”\n\n“He’s heartbroke and he don’t know his own strenth. Ye Uncle Garth’s madder than a sack full of badgers after what he dun.”\n\n“What did he do?”\n\n“He dun put a mighty deep dent in th’tractor and dun punched a hole in his bedr’m wall,” the wolf bitch growled into the phone, “I swears if he don’t get outta th’ouse yer uncle’s gonna toss him out.”\n\nBill blinked a few times, “What bout yer other two sons? Cain’t he stay with them?”\n\n“Those two boys has their heads s’far up they’s asses they cain’t tell if it’s noon’er’midnight. I already asked’m, and they says they cain’t on ‘count uh their jobs.”\n\nThe wolf let out a long sigh. His other two cousins were around his age, and both of them lived in Zootopia. The two were the first Blakes in the immediately family to ever attend graduate school, their sire, uncle, and grandsire all having gotten degrees in Agriculture but never pursued higher learning. From what he remembered, both of them were psychiatrists and both of them had always treated their relatives with disdain.\n\nBill paused as he thought it over. He’d made a few arrangements with Gideon and this was going to complicate things. He figured that the tod would understand. “All right, Aunt Evie. Just put’m on th’train and I’ll pick him up.”\n\n“Good. He left this morning.”\n\n“Wait. What? When?”\n\n“I put him on the 10:45.”\n\nBill looked down at his watch. “He’s gonna be here in five minutes and you just now tell me?”\n\n“Then ya should skedaddle over there,” the wolf replied before hanging up the phone.\n\n“Goddamnit, Aunt Evie.”\n\n\f\n\nChapter 2: Hubert Hemming\n\nHuber Hemming was amazed at the train ride, then again, Hubert was amazed a great many things. The fourty-four year old wolf wasn’t smart in the book learning sense, nor was he smart in the street sense. He could of course read and write, but his intelligence was mainly derived from his ability to do tasks and do them well. Most people would call him slow, the state would call him mentally deficient, and others would call him retarded, but Hubert had an innate ability to learn by doing, often being coached or being shown pictures of exactly what to do before, during, and after starting on a task. It was how he got through life.\n\nThe canine looked around at the other people, most of them dressed casually, much more so than himself. He was clad in nothing but a simple white shirt and overalls while everyone else, save for a few business people, were wearing shorts and t-shirts or some variation of them. Most of the people avoided Hubert though, probably because he looked so strange, that and whenever someone sat down beside him, he told them, “It’s mah first train ride!”\n\nEvery time he said that, people immediately scooted away, which made the already depressed wolf sadden more. He’d been dating a girl for the last few years, and he was just about to propose to her when she’d called it off. \n\nThe problem with Hubert wasn’t his intelligence, but rather his size. Compared to Cousin Bill, he was much smaller, not in height but in girth. His body was much more muscular, though he did have a bit of a pot belly. Because of this, he didn’t really understand how strong he could be, so he’d managed to put a sizeable dent in the side of the tractor before retreating to his room to punch an equally sizeable chunk of wall as he sobbed into his pillow. He wasn’t a bad wolf, he was just sad and confused and hurt because he loved her.\n\nHubert let out a long sigh as the conductor announced the train was pulling into Bunnyburrow Station. Slowly, his hand moved down to grab his bags, fingers wrapping around the handles. His mama told him that he needed to let his father calm down and get everything fixed before he could come home, but she’d packed almost every article of clothing of his, so the wolf figured he was going to be there for quite some time.\n\nNormally, Bill wouldn’t abuse his privileges as sheriff, but with his aunt calling him on such late noticed, he had to bend the rules a little. He’d rushed out of his office and into his squad car, turning on the lights before whipping down the street. Luckily, no one questioned his actions and he was able to cut the usual ten minute drive from the town to the station in half, pulling in just as everyone was disembarking. \n\nThe wolf waved over at his cousin with a big old grin just as Hubert stepped out of the train. It took Bill’s cousin a second before he gave him a goofy grin. “Cousin Bill,” the other wolf yelled out as he ran over to the chunkier canine, giving him a big, bone crushing hug. “Hey… Hubert,” he replied as he gasped for air. Everyone at the station was surprised. Hubert had not only hugged Bill, but he was holding him up a good two feet off the ground with ease. “Iz s’appy t’see ya, Cuz! I just had th’most ‘orrabibble week!”\n\n“I… I’m…. I cain’t breathe!”\n\nThe stronger canine let go of his cousin, the heavy wolf plopping down onto the station with a completely lack of grace. “Iz sorry, cuz.”\n\n“Yer mama told me yer staying with me for a while. S’come on. Let’s getcha summin t’eat and then I’ll gets ya all set up at the house.”\n\n“Thanks, Cousin. I’m s’glad yer doing this. My brudders are just t’busy fer me,” Hubert pouted as he slowly followed Bill towards the squad car, the other mammals on the platform watching the two wolves out of curiosity.\n\nThe ride into Bunnyburrow proper was much slower, since Bill wasn’t in a big hurry. The chunky wolf had put Hubert in the passenger side front seat, tossing his bags in the trunk before heading on their way. Most of the ride had been Hubert talking about how amazing it was to ride on a train, something Bill had done many times, but his cousin had never done until today. Finally, Bill addressed the subject that he knew would have to be brought up.\n\n“Hubert, can ya tell me what happened between you and Penelope?”\n\nThe tubby wolf’s expression started to change, his face drooping as his nose sniffled. “She… she broke up with me. Weez been datin’ fer three years, and Iz just popped her th’question, and she said she wanted to break up.”\n\nBill nodded as he gave his cousin’s shoulder a pat. “It’ll be all right, cuz. There’s lots a fish in the sea.”\n\n“But I don’ts want a fish.”\n\nThe other wolf shook his head, “How bout I makes ya feel good, like when we as pups.”\n\nHubert sniffled again, “I… I guess.”\n\n“Well, I’ll make ya feel right as rain as soon as we get a bite.”\n\nHis cousin nodded, “All right.”\n\n\f\n\nChapter 3: Gideon Grey’s Real Good Baked Stuff\n\nJosephine Grey sat in her usual booth at her nephew’s restaurant. Because it was the middle of the week, she wasn’t expecting her son and his fiancée to come visit. The near fifty year old vixen mused to herself as she poked the pot pie in front of her with a fork. It had been a little over a year since she got her son back, almost a year since he’d met her friend RJ, and only two weeks after the two had announced their plans to get married. \n\nThe fox couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh. She’d been thinking about looking for a husband ever since she got her son back. She wanted to finally have a complete family. She’d brought the subject up with her son several times, but neither of them knew any eligible bachelors that were around her age. Jo poked at her lunch again and again as the crowd began to die down.\n\nGideon had noticed his aunt looking blue. He wasn’t sure why, but part of him had a pretty good idea. Slowly, the chubby tod slipped around the counter, casually making his way over to the elder vixen. “Hey Aunt Jo,” the fox said as he slid into the booth in front of her. His aunt gave him a soft smile, “Hey Gideon.”\n\n“Ya don’t like yer pie, Aunt Jo? I can gitcha ‘nother one.”\n\nJo just shook her head, “Naw. Ya don’t have ta. Iz jist thinkin’ is all.”\n\n“Bout Kody’n’RJ?”\n\n“Yeah,” the vixen said with a sigh, “Jist sad that I never did give Kody a daddy.”\n\nGideon nodded, seeing the pain in the fox’s face, but he couldn’t really see her married for some reason, probably because he’d always seen her as a single woman. His father thought she might be a lesbian, but he never said why. “Well, I don’t think ya have t’have one, Aunt Jo. Ya never needed a husb’nd b’fore,” the tod said in an attempt to comfort her.\n\n“That was b’cause I never had my boy with me b’fore,” she replied as she kept poking at the pie, “Never thought about it til Kody cum home.”\n\nGideon slowly nodded his head, “Well, you could always go t’ Todsglen or Z’topia. They’s gots lots a tods.”\n\nJo nodded her head, “I know. But them’s the city. I’d much rather has a country mammal.”\n\nHer words made Gideon nod. It sounded like she was considering going outside of her species. Not that that wasn’t a bad thing. From the way his cousin and his fiancée acted around each other, it was something that could be a beautiful thing. A thought did cross his mind though, a funny thought of her marrying a bunny or her shaking up with Bill Blake. The latter thought made him chuckle softly, enough for Jo to raise an eyebrow.\n\n“It’s nothin’, Aunt Jo,” he said, waving his hand, “Just a funny thought.”\n\n“Tell me.”\n\n“Oh, well, you and Bill Blake.”\n\nJo let out a giggle, “Everyone knows Bill’s queer. I ain’t that desperate.”\n\nGideon just chuckled, “I knows. Likes I said, jist a funny thought.”\n\nThe vixen was just about to say something when Bill Blake and another wolf walked into the shop.\n\nHubert was still a little pouty as he and his cousin wandered into the pastry shop. “C’mon now, Hubert. We’ll gits ya a nice pie ‘n y’ll feel better,” the heavy canine said as he gave him a pat on the back. “All right, cuz,” he sniffed softly, eyes looking over the place just as the smell of baked goods slammed into his nose.\n\n“Well I’ll be,” the wolf said with a big grin, “This sure is the best smell I ever dun smelled.”\n\nHis cousin laughed warmly, giving him a pat on the back before turning his gaze to look over at Gideon and Jo. “Hubert, I gots someone y’ll wanna meet,” Bill told the other wolf as he guided him towards his beau and his beau’s aunt.\n\n“Hey thar Gideon, Aunt Jo. I’d likes ya’ll t’meet my cousin, Hubert,” the fat canine said with a big smile. Gideon grinned over at his lover’s cousin, moving a hand out to him, “It’s nice to meet you, Hubert.” But Hubert never took his hand, his eyes were fixated on Jo.\n\nThe tubby wolf was stammering, trying to say something as Jo presented her hand to him. “It’s nice to meet ya, Hubert. I’m Josephine, but errybody calls me Jo,” she said softly, but that only made the canine let out an adorable, “A-hyuck,” before his face flushed.\n\nBill let out a chuckle as he looked over at Jo. “Y’ll have t’fergive’m, Jo. He ain’t good at talking to gals.”\n\nJo smiled softly as she looked over at the other wolf, “It’s all right, shoog.” \n\n“Joe-sef-een,” the tubby canine said. If were a cartoon, he’d have hearts floating around his head. Bill shook his head, “He ain’t too bright either.”\n\n“Mama says Iz special.”\n\nThe vixen giggled to herself. He was cute in his own way. Most males who had their eye on her weren’t so bashful, which made her like him more. Suddenly, her eye caught something in the wolf’s trousers, something stuffed down one pant leg that seemed to say he was happy to see her. Jo blinked a few times, knowing exactly what she was looking at, and it just made her blush more.\n\nBill realized that Jo had a good view of Hubert’s pecker, the wolf being nicely endowed to the point where he had to slide it into one pant leg, the pant leg that was facing away from Gideon. “Hubert,” he said softly as he started to push his cousin away, “We’ll cum back here in a little bit. I thinks ya need to get home.”\n\nThe other wolf pouted a little before giving Jo a wave and a, “G’bye, Josephine.”\n\nJo gave him a cute wave and a giggling smile that only made Hubert seem to melt as he looked over at his cousin, “She’s purdy.”\n\n\f\n\nChapter 4: Blowing Off Steam\n\nBill had managed to get the love-struck wolf into the squad car, much to his cousins whimpering. “How bout we get back t’my house and we’ll let ya relax,” the fat canine said as the two slipped into the vehicle.\n\n“All right, cuz,” He replied with a sigh, his loins still aching inside his overalls, “But Josephine is real purdy. I thinks she’s purdier than Penelope.”\n\nThe sheriff chuckled. If he’d been straight, he probably would have agreed with his cousin, but he’d never found girls appealing. He’d always liked guys.\n\n“I bet she’s gots herself a nice tod,” Hubert said with a sigh and a pout. Bill wasn’t exactly sure what to say. He could lie to him, but that wouldn’t be right. “No,” the heavy wolf replied, “She’s single. From what I hear, been like that for years.”\n\n“Really,” his cousin asked as his face seemed to light up, “She don’t got no sweetheart?”\n\nThe other canine shook his head, “Nope. It’s just her and her lil boy, though, he ain’t lil, nor is he a boy.”\n\n“Do ya know if she’s wanting sumone?”\n\n“Ya’d have t’ask her yerself.”\n\n“Okay. Can we do that now?”\n\nBill chuckled as he gave his cousin’s thigh a pat, “How bout ya blow off some steam first, then you can ask her.”\n\nHubert nodded, “All right.”\n\nWhen Bill pulled into the garage at his house, he didn’t bother opening the trunk to get his cousin’s things out of it. There was only one real thing on his mind. The fat wolf had slid out of the car, his heart racing as he helped his cousin out, only to tell him to lean against the side of the vehicle’s rear passenger door.\n\nHe hadn’t done anything with his cousin in years. The two had fiddled around with one another when they were younger, mostly just size comparing to which Bill always lost. Nothing had been physical until much later, when they’d been in High School. During one of their size comparison sessions in the gym showers after school, the fat wolf had offered to go down on him. Hubert had been completely clueless until he saw his cousin’s lips wrapped around his member.\n\nBill’s hands undid the overalls, yanking them down along with his cousin’s underwear, watching as that girthy ten inch member flopped free. Hubert looked a little dumbstruck at his older cousin, remembering the last time he’d done something like this. Part of him was imagining that Bill was Josephine, the lovely vixen beaming up at him as her soft lips wrapped around his throbbing meat. It was a fantasy he’d never had before in his life, but he was enjoying it.\n\nThe fat canine bobbed his muzzle up and down his cousin’s member, slurping and gulping as he felt the tip slip down into the back of his throat. He was bigger than Gideon, then again, all wolves were. Foxes weren’t known for their size.\n\nHubert started to moan out as his cousin worked his shaft, calling out Jo’s name over and over again as he started to thrust his hips. The fat wolf wasn’t complaining though, he was loving the feel of another wolf’s member in his maw, even if it was his cousin’s.\n\nUnfortunately for Hubert, and fortunately for Bill, the dumb and hung canine didn’t last long. He’d been so lost in his infatuations with Josephine Grey that he’d burst into his cousin’s muzzle, a thick wad of salty, musky wolf cream firing into the fat male’s maw and down his throat.\n\n“Iz sorry, cuz. I jist c’dn’t hold back no more,” Hubert said in a panting whimper, “Iz jist thinkin’ bout that purdy vixen.”\n\nBill slowly pulled off his cousin’s member, gulping down every drop. “Naw. Don’t have’t pologize, cuz. But you was pent up. How long ago did ya breaks up with Penelope?”\n\n“Bout a week. We ain’t had the sexual relations in a month.”\n\nThe fat wolf chuckled, “I c’n tell. Now. Hows bouts we gets cleaned up ‘n I’ll see bout gettin’ ya a date with Jo.”\n\n“Sure!”\n\n\f\n\nChapter 5: Deep Down Feelings\n\nThe incident with Hubert at Gideon’s pastry shop had left Josephine flustered. Not that she found him unattractive. Hubert was adorable, especially his lovey-dovey look and stammering. She’d been hit on by wolves before, especially in her line of work as a pin-up model. The industry seemed to attract all the alpha males, the ones who thought they were God’s gift to mammalia. They tended to pursue what they wanted aggressively, which had led to a bit of bad blood between her and most of them, especially the younger ones.\n\nHubert, on the other hand, was definitely a beta if not an omega male, something that the vixen had rarely seen. The way he’d stammered, “a-hyucked,” and pronounced her name had been cute. She could tell he was a country boy, something she’d been looking for, and he was exceptionally endowed, which was a bonus. \n\nJo had never considered dating a wolf or even marrying one, but the thought started to linger as she made her way home. She did have a bit of a bounce in her step, her mind actually delving into several possibilities as she walked down the street before slipping into her single bedroom, single bath house.\n\nAs soon as the door closed, the fox removed her top, quickly untying the knot on the plaid shirt that exposed a good chunk of her cleavage and curves. Jo wriggled free of the garment, letting it fall down onto the floor as she unhooked her bra. The girls escaped their prison to gently droop on her chest, her tiny pink nipples hard as diamonds as she let lewd and downright un-ladylike thoughts run wild in her mind.\n\nJosephine was too old to go into heat anymore, but she could feel her loins quiver and ache as if she was twenty years younger, her tail softly flitting about as she walked into her bedroom. Her fingers moved to unbutton her daisy dukes, thumbs gliding under the waistband of them and her panties before she pushed the two down, her hips wiggling from side to side until the fabric reached her knees and fell to the floor.\n\nThis vixen’s chest heaved up and down, her foreteeth chewing on her bottom lip as long lovely legs began to guide her towards her closet. She kept all her marital aids there, though she’d never been married, so it wasn’t exactly right to call them that, but she preferred that term to ones like toys or dildos. Jo had a small collection of them; one that was a caste of a smaller domestic canine, one that was a caste of a fox, and then there was her final one, which had been a caste of an endowed wolf. From what she’d gathered, it had to have been around the same size as Hubert.\n\nThe fox’s face flushed as she reached in to wrap her fingers around the length, imagining to herself that it belonged to the cute wolf she’d met earlier in the day. She gently picked it up, giggling to herself as she started live out the fantasy in her mind.\n\nHer free hand moved to cup the base as she brought the tip to her lips. The vixen was calling the silicon phallus Hubert as she gently wrapped her muzzle around the false length. She could imagine him petting her as she began to bob her head up and down, soft churring moans emanating from her maw as she felt herself become wet from the thoughts.\n\nSlowly, she pulled “Hubert” from her lips, her hand gripping him by the base as Jo slithered into bed, laying on her back. The vixen couldn’t remember the last time she’d used this one, and she knew it would probably be uncomfortable at first, but she was more than willing.\n\nThe fox let out a moan as she ran the tip across her soaked folds, her eyes closing as she lubricated her aid with her own juices. The vixen spread her legs wider, both hands moving to grip the toy, her nostrils flaring as the first inch began to slip inside her unused tunnel. Jo had been loosened from the birth of her first and only kit, but not having intercourse for so long save for the occasional toy only made her tighten. She hadn’t used this particular one in so long that she felt herself being spread open, her lips yipping and yelping and moaning as she began to force Hubert inside her inch by inch.\n\nJo felt the tip prod against her cervix, the sensation making her eyes close and her hips automatically buck. Long, heated, needful moans started to fall from her muzzle as the vixen began to ride out her fantasy. In her mind, the beta wolf was atop her, moaning with her as he pinned her to the bed. His hips were thrusting, his tip rubbing over her walls before smacking into cervix.\n\nHer toes were curling as she moaned louder and louder, one hand leaving the wolf phallus to press against her swollen nub. Her fingers rubbed in furious circles as her eyes began to shut tight and ears folded back onto her head. She was so close. Oh so close.\n\nHer jaws opened wide in a gasping, moaing yelp as her tunnel collapsed around Hubert, her juices flowing down on the fake length to coat it in her own dew. Jo’s breasts rose and fell, her head falling back onto the pillow in a daze. Her toy was still buried in her to the hilt, not that she minded at the moment, so lost in fantasy that it didn’t matter.\n\nSlowly, reality started to kick in as her ears picked up the telltale signs of ringing.\n\n\f\n\nChapter 6: A Date\n\nBill was sitting in his favorite chair in his living room, a hand holding the phone up to his ear. He’d just slipped out of the shower and hadn’t bothered getting dressed at all. When he was home, he liked to be natural, then again, he also did the same thing when he was over at Gideon’s. The wolf slowly waited for Josephine to pick up, a bit curious why she hadn’t answered before. \n\nIt was just about to go to voicemail when he heard a somewhat shuddery female voice on the other end, “H… Hey Bill.”\n\nThat was when the wolf knew what she’d been up to. Fellers and Gals weren’t so different, especially when trying to answer the phone after a session of self pleasure. “Hey Jo,” he said calmly, “Mind if I asks yas a pers’n’l question?”\n\nHe figured he already knew the answer. He’d known Jo for two years, and she’d never once mentioned having a sweetheart or that she was seeing anyone. The vixen gulped, “Uh… S… Sure, Bill.”\n\n“Well, Hubert’s twitterpated boutcha,” the canine said over the phone as his cousin grabbed a shower, “And Iz wondering…”\n\n“I’d loves ta take him on a date. I ain’ts seein’ nobody, if that’s whatcher askin,” the fox said a bit too quickly, something that made the wolf smile. He could tell that she was twitterpated too by how fast she’d answered, “Ya free t’night?”\n\n“Course I am!”\n\nBill chuckled again, “All right. I’ll tells him ya gots a date. Anywhere ya wants t’meet him?”\n\nThere was a long pause, as the vixen thought about it, “What about that nice restaurant, y’knows the one that serves them I-talian food?”\n\n“Jimmy Pesto’s?”\n\n“That’s the one.”\n\n“What time?”\n\n“I likes t’eat early, you mind if it’s se… six?”\n\n“Six it is. I’ll make sure he gets there.”\n\nThere was a soft giggle on the other end, “I’ll sees’m tonight. Thanks, Bill.”\n\nBill hung up the phone as his cousin wandered out of the bathroom completely nude except for the towel he was drying himself off with. “What wuz that bout, cuz?”\n\nThe fat wolf chuckled as he turned to look over at Hubert, his eyes tracing him up and down though, mostly focused on his windsocking pecker. “Ya gots a date with Jo t’night, cuz,” he said as he slowly moved his gaze up to watch the slightly younger wolf start to, “a-hyuck,” and blush.\n\n“I thinks she’s twitterpated with ya.”\n\n“R… really? Jo-sef-een likes me?”\n\n“From the way she sounded, she’s really twitterpated with ya.”\n\nThe leaner wolf seemed to start floating in the air, a goofy drooping smile across his face. “She’s jist s’purdy,” he said with a giggle as his thick length started to rise up.\n\n“Ya better calm yerself, cuz,” Bill said, pointing to his cousin’s member, “Ya might be needing that later.”\n\n“Y… ya thinks so,” the other canine replied, his goofy grin managing to somehow get more goofy, “She ain’t like Penelope, is she?”\n\nThe fat wolf chuckled and shook his head, “Penelope was an alpha bitch. Alpha bitches don’t want no betas. Yer getting’ yerself a vix’n. They’s much better th’n any alpha bitches.”\n\n“Really,” the dense canine asked, his member still hard. Bill nodded, “Yessir, at least that’s what I dun hear. B’sides, if yaz get hitched, y’ain’t gots t’deal with having pups er kits. She already had one. S’yer ma don’t has t’c’mplain n’more bout how she ain’t gots n’granpups.”\n\nHubert thought about that for a second. His mother was always complaining about how her three sons hadn’t managed to give her any grandpups. “She always thought my brudders was queer cuz theys talk funny,” he replied, a statement that only made his cousin laugh, “Naw, theys ain’t queer. I knows they ain’t. Bicycle, maybe, but theys ain’t queer.”\n\n“Don’tcha mean bisex-yall?”\n\nHubert’s comeback made Bill blink a few times. He’d never expected to hear a complex word like that come out of his cousin’s mouth, “Yeah, I think that’s the word, but either way, yer brudders ain’t queer. G’on now, ya gots t’ looks good fer yer date with Jo.”\n\nHubert’s face started to return to that odd look he’d had earlier, his member standing straight up as he thought about Josephine again.\n\n\f\n\nChapter 7: First Date\n\nHubert was possibly the gayest wolf on the planet. Not in the slang sense of being homosexual, nor in the ironic sense of being in a state of unhappiness or joylessness. He was gay in the original meaning of the word, that of being in a state of happiness or pure joy. He hadn’t felt like that in days because of the breakup with his long time sweetheart, Penelope. \n\nThere was a spring in the wolf’s step and a smile on his face that went from ear to ear as his cousin dropped him off at the flower shop about half a block away from the restaurant. He’d paid for a bouquet of a daisies, giving them a long sniff before saying, “I gots me a date! I think Jo’s gonna love this!” That statement had brought a raised eyebrow from the rabbit behind the counter, but before she could ask, Hubert was gone.\n\nJo was standing outside the restaurant. She was nicely dressed, much more so than before, wearing a yellow sundress that almost blended in with her fur color. She hadn’t waited very long when Hubert walked up. The vixen giggled softly. He was dressed very casually in a pair of jeans and a plaid shirt and holding a bouquet.\n\nSlowly, Hubert made his way over to her. He stammered as he pushed the grouping of flowers towards the vixen, “They…. They…. They….”\n\nJo gently took the bouquet, smiling warmly before giving them a deep sniff. “They’re lovely, sugar wolf,” the fox said warmly as she held them to her breast. Hubert however, was giggling and “a-hyucking” uncontrollably as he stammered out, “Ya called me sugar wolf.” The vixen smiled softly as she gently reached out to take his hand, “I sure did.”\n\nHubert’s ears flicked around, almost looking like two radar dishes, while his cheeks flushed red. “Y…. yer real purdy, Jo-sef-een,” the wolf somehow managed to say before reaching out to take her hand. The vixen blushed softly as her palm rested against his. “Why thank ya, shoog,” she said sweetly, “Yer a handsome feller, Hubert.”\n\nThe canine seemed to blush even more. “Ya calls me handsome,” he replied before letting out an, “A-hyuck!”\n\nJo giggled again as she looked him up and down, “Ya ready t’get some grub?”\n\nHubert’s head nodded, making the wolf look like a bobble head doll, something that made the vixen giggle more as she started to lead him into the restaurant.\n\nTo say everyone was surprised to see Jo with a male was the understatement of the century. Almost everyone stopped eating, even the servers gaped and gasped as the two casually walked in. The maître d’hotel stammered several times as he tried to get them to their seats, fumbling the menus in his hands as the rest of the patrons stared openly. A few of them started to mumble to one another as Jo and Hubert slid into the booth while the maître d shoved menus at them before departing.\n\nThe whole thing made Jo giggle to herself, but Hubert was a bit confused, “Why’s they lookin’ ats us, Jo-sef-een?” the vixen blushed softly as she turned her head to look at her date, “They’s never seen me with a feller that ain’t my kin before.”\n\n“Ohh,” the wolf replied as he started to stare at the menu. Most of what was on it was predominantly vegetarian since the town was almost entirely prey species. It was a little bit of a shock to the wolf, being from Wolfsberg, which had the exact opposite in population.\n\n“Ya know whatcha want, shoog,” Jo asked softly as she folded her menu. Hubert looked a little confused, probably from all the Italian. “Ya wants t’ get what Iz havin’, sugar wolf,” the vixen said softly, something that only made the canine let out another blushing, “A-hyuck,” that made the fox giggle.\n\nFinally, their waiter approached. The bunny, who was definitely a member of the Springer Battalion, slowly approached them with an air of curiosity before she spoke, “Uhm… can… can I get you anything, Jo? And… uhm… whoever you are?”\n\nThe vixen turned her attention away from the wolf, “Can we get two la-san-yas? And two glasses a house wine?”\n\nThe rabbit nodded as she slowly started to move away, “Uhm… sure… I’ll make sure it comes right out, Jo.”\n\nThe wine came first, though, neither Hubert nor Jo seemed to pay any attention to it. The two were just staring and smiling and blushing at each other from across the table. The vixen’s foot slowly and gently brushed over the wolf’s, making him giggle and, “a-hyuck,” more as he started to pay her a few compliments of, “You’z a purdy foxy, Jo-sef-een,” and, “Iz glads ya likes me.”\n\nFifteen minutes after the bunny left, another bunny made his way out of the kitchen to slide two plates full of steaming hot lasagna in front of the two. Slowly, the proto-couple began to dig in, their eyes barely leaving each other’s gazes. The two were hungry, though, not necessarily for the food, but for each other.\n\n“Is Bill cumin’ t’pick you up after this,” Jo inquired between bites, her foot gently brushing against his. The wolf blushed softly, “Naw. He tolds me t’call’m when Iz ready t’cum home.”\n\nThe vixen giggled softly as she put down her fork, her lasagna finished, “And do ya want t’? Head home I mean.”\n\nHubert shook his head, “Nuh-uh.”\n\nJo smiled softly as she reached a hand out to gently stroke the top of his, “I can think of a few places we could go after this.”\n\nThe wolf’s ears perked up as he felt his loins stir before letting out another, “A-hyuck!”\n\nThe vixen giggled softly as their waiter approached with the check. Jo started to move her hand away, but Hubert stopped her. “Mama told me t’be a gentlewolf. Iz paying fer dese here viddles, Jo-sef-een.”\n\nThe way he said it made the fox blush, “All right.”\n\nThe wolf reached into his pockets and pulled out a wallet. He opened the small leather money case before pulling out fourty dollars and putting it down on the table. It was enough to cover the meal and the tip. Jo grinned as his hand wrapped around hers, “Ya knows any place we c’n go?”\n\nThe vixen leaned in to whisper something into the canine’s ear that about made him fall over with another loud, “A-hyuck,” before recovering enough to almost yank the vixen out of her seat as he rushed out of the restaurant.\n\nHubert made it about four feet outside the door, poor Jo struggling to keep up and stand on her two feet. She hadn’t expected him to be this strong, but then she realized that he was a farm wolf. Something about that fact seemed to turn her on more and more. “Uh… I jist relized I don’ts know war ya lives, Jo-sef-een,” Hubert said with a blush on his face. \n\nHe was an eager wolf, and Jo was an eager vixen, her feet finally able to catch up with the canine before leaning against him. “Just stay with me, shoog,” she cooed softly, slowly guiding the larger mammal down the street.\n\n\f\n\nChapter 8: Back Home\n\nJo guided Hubert down the street. By the time the two had finished their meal and had decided to go home together, the street lights were already on. “War’z yer place, Jo-sef-een,” the wolf asked as he felt her head gently resting against his upper arm, her tail lightly brushing over his. “Jist ‘nother block, shoog,” she churred softly.\n\nHubert was greatly enjoying the vixen’s attention, so much so that he was wishing that his jeans had a third leg in them. “I likes you, Jo-sef-een. A-hyuck,” the canine replied, the sound of his goofy laughter only kept the vixen smiling, “I likes ya too, Hubert.”\n\nThe two started to lean against one another, as they made their way down the last few squares of sidewalk before turning towards a small, one story house. Jo’s home wasn’t much. It had been built in the mid-50s. If the vixen remembered correctly, it had been built for one of the single teachers who’d lived in it until their marriage. It had then been passed from one bachelor to another before Jo had purchased it just over twenty years ago. \n\nShe’d done some sprucing up over the years since she’d owned the place, mostly making sure all the siding had been replaced as well as the roof, the floors, andthe carpeting, until it felt like it had been made for her. Slowly, the vixen began to guide the wolf towards the front door, her fingers gently groping his paw.\n\nJo and Hubert stopped at the front door, the vixen reaching into her pocket to pull out her keys to ease one of them into the bolted lock. She was happy that she’d left the porchlight and the living room lights on as the fox pushed the door open.\n\nThe living room was small and easily blended into the kitchen. Both were covered in a wood print linoleum. The only carpeting in there was a small rug that sat under a low table in front of a couch. Behind the table, about a yard away, was an old wooden tv stand with small, ten year old, fifteen inch flat cathode ray TV/VCR/DVD combination. A few tall bookshelves lined the wall, full of movies and books, though a few family photos were there as well. Hubert stared at one of them for a second, his face drooping a little at a handsome fox in an military uniform.\n\n“Wuz dat yer sweetheart, Jo-sef-een,” the wolf asked in a pouty whimper. The vixen giggled, “Naw. That’s jist m’lil boy, Kody. Though, he ain’t lil n’more.”\n\nThe canine’s face seemed to immediately light up at her words, almost letting out a sigh of relief before looking at the photo again. “He’s a handsome feller, Jo-sef-een,” he replied before turning his head to look at the vixen, “Whut happened t’his daddy?”\n\nJo wasn’t sure how to answer that question. She could tell him the whole story, but she didn’t want to ruin their night, so she answered simply, “He ain’t ‘round n’more, shoog.”\n\n“Wuz ya married,” the wolf asked. He was a little dense, but he was also genuinely curious. He was wondering if she really was a Grey or if she married into the family. The fox just shook her head, “No. We never got hitched.”\n\nHubert slowly nodded, “Oh.”\n\nJo let out a soft sigh as she slowly started to make her way over to him again, her hand moving to gently take his hand again. “It’s ancient history,” she said softly as Hubert couldn’t help but let out another, “a-hyuck.” \n\n“Besides,” the fox said sweetly, “He wasn’t as sweet as you.”\n\nThe wolf kept grinning, his smile moving from ear to ear as he let out another, “A-hyuck,” while his jeans tented more and more. The vixen churred softly as she slowly started to pull Hubert towards the bedroom.\n\n\f\n\nChapter 9: A Wolf in Her Bedroom\n\nJo huffed deeply as she tugged Hubert into the small bedroom. There was a queen sized bed in the middle of the very square space that was set in an old wood frame, the head board pressed snugly against the wall. That’s where the fox was leading the much larger wolf.\n\nSlowly the vixen eased herself down. The height difference between her and the canine was already noticeable when they walked down the street, her head only coming up to his mid forearm, but with her sitting down, her muzzle was squarely halfway between the wolf’s sternum and where his belly button would be if he had one.\n\nGently, Jo’s hands moved to run down Huber’s chest and slide over his belly, teasing him through his shirt before her fingers danced over his pants. The vixen went to work unbuttoning the top button before pulling down his zipper. The wolf kept blushing and a-hyucking all the time as he stared down at the smaller female. “Yew is much slower den Penelope er even Bill,” he blurted out, not even thinking about what he was saying.\n\nJo giggled softly. Part of her wasn’t surprised about the last bit for some reason. The whole town knew he was gay, and it wasn’t uncommon to hear that cousins fooled around. His words did make her pause for a moment, as she stared at the curve of his bulging length, easily visible from the now exposed white briefs. It was now or never.\n\nThe fox began pulling down Hubert’s underwear along with his jeans, leaning in to see if she could get a good look at what he was packing. Jo hadn’t expected what happened next. When she’d pulled the pure white fabric down almost half way between Hubert’s kneecap and hip, the wolf’s member sprang up, moving at an angle to lightly slap her in the side of her muzzle.\n\nThe vixen let out a yip in shock as Hubert’s face turned beat red. “I… Iz sorry, Jo-sef-een,” the wolf whimpered as he reached down to try and pull his pants and underwear back up, but the fox stopped him. A hand reached up to wrap her fingers around his length as her other hand moved to gently cup the canine’s low hanging orb.\n\nHubert was taken by surprise. He thought she would be angry, but instead, she was stroking him, rolling his family jewels around in her paw. The wolf couldn’t help but moan even more as her small wet nose pressed against his thick pubic pelt, drinking in his scent. “J… Jo-se… Jo-sef-een,” the canine moaned out as his tip began to ooze and leak long strands of pre.\n\nIn truth, Jo had never done anything like this before, but in her lonely nights, she had watched several adult films she’d picked up in Zootopia. In the end, she was glad she’d gotten them. She’d learned a great deal from them, things that she had practiced on her toys. Slowly, the vixen dragged her tongue along the male’s length, tasting over his every throbbing inch before lightly lapping over the glands on his tip.\n\nHubert let out a moaning howl, as his chest heaved up and down. “J…. Jo… Jo-sef-een,” he called out, jaws opening wide as he began to throb more and more. His mind was awash in pleasure as he felt something slick and warm wrap around his member, a moaning suckling sound echoing in the room.\n\nJo began to bob her head up and down the wolf’s length, or as much as she could. She’d never gotten that one toy all the way down into her throat, and she wasn’t exactly expecting to get Hubert’s in there either. Both hands moved to grip that pulsing, leaking lance, the vixen’s head twisting with every rock of her muzzle. He was much bigger than her toy, the fox realized.\n\nHubert’s tail flicked around behind him as he started to lean over her, his shaking hands moving to rest on the top of her head. Her fur was soft, velvety to the touch as he encouraged her to take a little more of him inside her muzzle, something the fox did with hesitation. He could feel his tip slipping down into the back of her throat, making her cough and gag before she pulled off.\n\n“W… why’d ya stop, Jo-sef-een,” The wolf asked, his chest still heaving up and down, “Iz s’close.”\n\nJo panted softly, her own tail flicking and flopping around behind her. “I… I don’t want you to fill my muzzle, Hubert,” the vixen replied with a murring smile. The wolf tilted his head as the fox leaned back, her hands moving to lift up the hem of her sun dress. She wasn’t wearing anything under them.\n\nThe canine blinked several times as he spotted something warm and slick and soft and pink between those supple legs. Hubert started to drool as he stared at Jo’s peach while the fox pulled the yellow dress up to the middle of her belly. The vixen smiled as a hand moved down to spread the petals of her rose. “I wants a ya t’fill this up,” she cooed at him, fingers sliding up and down as she felt her own flesh.\n\nHubert didn’t let out another a-hyuck. The wolf just stared at Jo hungrily as nature began to take over. The gigantic wolf slipped between the vixen’s thighs, his tip poking and prodding over her folds before one strong hand gripped that pulsating length. The canine guided himself into the moaning gasping vulpine, massive strong hands pressing down into the bed as his weight pushed her into the mattress.\n\nLong legs wrapped around Hubert’s hips, hands gripped and groped over the scruff of his neck and his shoulders. Jo was getting everything she wanted right then and there as the wolf pumped her into the bed, her jaws letting out heated, gasping moans and yips of pleasure. “Yes! Oh Gawd! Yes! Oh Hubert,” the vixen howled and screamed out, her walls gripping the wolf snugly, milking him firmly as his hips crashed into hers.\n\n“J…. J…. Jo-sef-een,” the wolf howled back, his head arching as he slammed in as deep as he could. The fox had already gotten him so riled up that he couldn’t hold it in any longer. If the two had been younger, there may have been a risk of pregnancy as Hubert gave Jo every drop of his seed in a thick burst, but the pair in their mid-fourties had nothing to fear.\n\nWhen the last shot was fired, the gigantic wolf flopped down on the smaller vixen, his big burly arms wrapping around her tightly. “Oh Jo-sef-een,” he moaned out as his tongue flopped from his muzzle. The vixen had a slightly hard time breathing at first due to his weight and the tightness of his grip, but she managed to say, “Mmm… N… Not s’tight, sugar wolf.”\n\nHubert blushed softly, his grip loosening as the fox’s paws began to roam up and down his back. “Ya feels s’good, Jo-sef-een,” the wolf moaned softly, “I don’ts want t’leave.”\n\nThe vixen giggled as she leaned up to lick over his throat, “Ya don’t have t’, Hubert.” The canine’s face seem to light up more, his member magically springing back to life, making the vulpine let out a long moan. “But yer gonna have’t pull out,” Jo gasped.\n\n“Do I has t’” Hubert pouted as the fox moved her hand up to caress his cheek, “Unless ya don’ts wants t’ see me nekkid.”\n\nThe wolf grinned happily as he yanked himself out of Jo, the feeling of his girthy member leaving her body making the vixen moan and gasp. She couldn’t help feel something warm and sticky ooze from between her thighs, something that made the fox smile as she slowly sat back up.\n\nHer fingers gripped the hem of her sundress, yanking the light yellow fabric over her head. Her breasts drooped softly like two overly ripe grapefruits with firm pink nubs poking out of the fur. Hubert just seemed to grin even more as he just about ripped every button off his shirt before stepping out of his pants. “Youz even purdier when yer nekkid, Jo-sef-een,” he called out before shoving his face into her chest, warmly nuzzling over her tits.\n\nJo giggled softly as one her of her hands moved to warmly stroke over the top of his head, eyes moving between those flicking ears and that wagging tail, “Ya want t’go again, sugar wolf?”\n\nHubert’s head bobbed up and down so quickly that he was basically motorboating her breasts, making the fox giggle more. “Well, ya gonna have to let go of me, shoog,” she cooed into one ear. Pouting, the wolf pulled himself way, allowing the vixen to slowly roll over onto her belly before she slipped onto her knees.\n\nJo raised her rump high into the air, her tail flicking away as she spread her legs. Some of the wolf’s seed was still oozing out of her, covering her supple rose in a warm white frosting. Hubert gave her a lusty, hungry look again as he slipped in behind her. Strong shaky hands reached up to grip the vixen’s hips as the canine began to pant. “I… I loves ya, Jo-sef-een,” he moaned out as he slipped back inside her.\n\nThe wolf didn’t know his own strength as he began to buck and thrust wildly, but the fox could have cared less. She was far too lost in the feeling of Hubert inside her, feeling a male slowly move upon her back and mate her as if she was in heat again. For as much as she had hated Chris for using her, she had actually enjoyed the feeling of him inside her, even if it had only been for one night. There was something about feeling a male atop her, claiming her, that drove the vixen wild, and being under this wolf made her feel twenty years younger.\n\nHowls and yips filled the bedroom as hips clapped against each other, bodies pressed together, hands caressed, groped, and held onto one another. Hubert claimed Jo over and over again, moving from one position to the next; cowgirl, canine, missionary, reverse cowgirl, and on and on as the wolf filled the vixen’s body full of his seed again and again until the two exhaustedly fell asleep in each other’s arms, their juices pooling around their own thighs and soaking into the sheets.\n\nBill Blake slowly rolled out of bed, his hand moving to scratch over his wide belly while his jaws let out a mighty yawn. The wolf lapped his lips as he slowly eyed the time. It was only six, but he needed to be at the Sheriff’s office by seven. Groggily, the canine wandered naked through his house, heading straight for the kitchen for a cup of coffee.\n\nOnly half awake, Bill walked past the spare bedroom where Hubert had packed up his things. At first, he didn’t notice his cousin’s absence, not until the second cup of at least. Slowly, Bill came to the realization that the other wolf had spent the rest of the night over at Josephine Grey’s house. The fat wolf started to slowly chuckle as a smirk formed on his muzzle. \n\n“I shudda known it might lead t’that,” he said before taking a sip of the steamy light brown liquid, “Theys fell head over tails fer eachudder th’minute theys spotted one ‘nother.”\n\nBill figured it would be rude to call over there right now. The two were probably still passed out asleep. “I wunder how Aunt Evie’ll r’act t’ this, hell, I wunder whut Kody and Gideon will think,” he mumbled to himself before making his way into his bathroom to turn on the shower.\n\nThe wolf waited to call Josephine until around nine that morning, though she didn’t answer her phone until almost ten. Bill had a guess at what the vixen and his cousin were up to. It wasn’t like he hadn’t partaken in any morning delight before with Gideon or any of his previous beaus. He couldn’t help but let out a slight chuckle when she finally picked up. “Hey Bill,” the chipper sounding fox cooed over the phone.\n\n“Iz Hubert thar withcha,” the wolf inquired with a chuckle, “I ain’t sees him atall t’day.”\n\nThere was a long pause and a giggle before she replied, “He sure is. Ya wants’m t’cum home?”\n\nBill swore he heard a cute little whimper come from behind her, but he just laughed, “Naw. He don’t have t’. In fact, if he wants t’ stay witcha, I don’t mind.”\n\nThere as another long, silent pause on the other end. “Ya sure bout that, Bill,” Jo asked, a hint of happiness in her voice. The wolf nodded his head, “Iz sure. Ya c’n c’mover ‘n pick up his thangs at lunch if ya wants.”\n\nThere was some giggling on the other end of the line before the vixen replied, “We’ll b’over at elevn.”\n\n“I’ll sees ya then,” Bill said before hanging up the phone to chuckle, “Thems to luv birds is in fer a rull treat once theys meets Aunt Evie.”\n\nThe wolf shook his head as he started to shuffle some paperwork back and forth to look like he was doing something on yet another slow day. Part of him wondered how his aunt would react to Hubert and Jo. Something told him that she wouldn’t take to kindly to it, at least not at first. Evie was a little bit backwards thinking, being an alpha bitch she still had a bit of a pack mentality left over from way back when. Truth be told, Bill’s mother was the same way, though, not to the level of her sister. The canine just shrugged his shoulders as he tried to kill time.\n\n\f\n\nChapter 10: Boyfriend?\n\nKody didn’t visit his mother as regularly as he used to, mostly because RJ kept him very busy on weekends. He had managed to work out a deal with her that they’d go visit his mother every two weeks or so. The last time he and RJ had visited though, had been interesting. Jo had brought up the subject of her looking for a husband. It wasn’t the first time she’d brought it up, and each time he’d supported her, but he hadn’t known any foxes in her age range.\n\nThere had been something unusual over the last few months though. She wasn’t usually broken up about him not visiting every weekend anymore, previous conversations had lasted about an hour just so they could catch up, but lately, those calls had lasted maybe five minutes. Kody was a little curious to know what was going on, so he decided that he’d call and tell his mother they’d be visiting that weekend.\n\nJo lay in bed, her body completely stripped of all clothing. Her mind was still in a far-off place of pure bliss from the love making that had just finished. The vixen’s chest rose and fell against Hubert’s cheeks, the wolf having pulled out to slide in beside her so he could nuzzle over her breasts. A warm pool of mixed juices leaked from between the fox’s thighs as her tail seemed to stay completely still, only the tip lightly twitching as she came down from her high.\n\nJo was only half way returned to reality when the phone on her nightstand began to chirp. The fox reached her hand out, trying to move Hubert as little as she could while her paws groped for the device. Her fingers brushed over the plastic rectangle, wrapping around it to pull it to her ear as she pressed the talk button.\n\n“H… Hello,” the fox said with a shuddering voice, not really expecting anyone to call on a Thursday evening.\n\n“Mom,” a voice churred out. Jo’s face flushed, realizing that the phone call was coming from her son who had managed to unknowingly call her after a very intimate moment. “K… Kody! H… How are you, sugar fox,” she stammered between breaths as she tried to calm herself down.\n\n“I’m good. How are you?”\n\n“I… I’m ‘ll right, shoog,” Jo replied with a shudder, a little embarrassed by her own wavering voice. The last time they’d had a long talk or even a visit had been almost six months ago, the weekend before she’d met Hubert. She’d been so caught up with her handsome wolf that she hadn’t gotten around to talking with her son about her new relationship.\n\n“I wanted to see if it would be ok if we came to visit this weekend,” the tod churred, “I know we haven’t gotten to visit for a while.”\n\n“S… sure, sugar fox. I don’t see why not,” the vixen panted softly, “I… I’ve got… We’ve got a lot to talk about.”\n\n“Oh,” her son said with an air of curiosity, “What’s been going on, mom?”\n\n“I… uhm… I found someone,” Jo giggled softly as she started to stroke over Hubert’s head while looking down at him, “A real sweetie.”\n\nThe wolf gave her a goofy grin followed by an a-hyuck and, “Ya calls me sweetie.”\n\n“Who was that?”\n\n“Uhm… that was… Hubert, sugar fox,” the vixen churred softly.\n\nKody blinked a few times as he realized what he’d just done. His mother’s voice had been a little quivering and stuttering. There was another male’s voice. He’d called her right after she and this guy, this Hubert, had just had sex. “Uh… m… mom,” the tod began to stammer, “did… did I call at a bad time?”\n\nPart of him was imagining his mother naked with another fox. It was a weird thought to say the least. He had seen her mostly nude before, but imagining her on her back with another fox atop her made him shudder a little. There were days where he hated having an active imagination.\n\n“M… maybe a little, shoog,” Jo answered, “But I’d love fer ya’n RJ to come over this week’nd. I thinks y’ll likes Hubert.”\n\n“S… sure mom,” Kody replied, “I’ll… see you guys this weekend.”\n\n“See ya, sugar fox.”\n\nKody pressed the disconnect button while still in a state of shock. He was still holding onto the phone when RJ moved in behind him, her arms wrapping around her fiancée’s middle while she nuzzled his neck. “What’s wrong,” the raccoon asked as her hands moved up and down the tod’s belly through his shirt.\n\n“Uhm… Jo… mom…. Has… has a boyfriend,” the fox replied slowly as his mind tried to process what he’d just learned, “a… uh… serious boyfriend.”\n\nThe sow raccoon giggled, “And ya don’ts like it? A lil jealous?”\n\nKody shook his head, “It… it’s not that. It’s jist… It’s jist a lil weird, ya know? I know she’s talked about it, but…”\n\nHis fiancée cut him off, “Havin’ a hard time seein‘er with summon other than yer dad?”\n\n“I never met my dad.”\n\n“You know what I mean.”\n\n“Y… yeah. I guess it’s hard for me to picture her with anyone.”\n\nThe raccoon nodded as she nosed his neck, “I know. I had the same problem when my mom remarried. But the important thing is, are you happy for her?”\n\nKody blushed a little as he started to think on it more. It was strange to think about her with someone, but at the same time, he was happy at the idea. Maybe he might actually get a father out of all this. “Yes,” the tod said softly, “I am happy mom found someone.”\n\n“Good,” RJ said as she reached a hand down to brush over the front of his jeans, “I’m happy that master’s happy.”\n\nHer words and her touch made him blush deeply, “I love it when you call me that. Well. That and Great Fox.”\n\nRJ giggled, “And does the Great Fox wish t’njoy his raccoon?”\n\nA bulge was forming in his pants as Kody slowly turned around, “You know it.” He leaned in to whisper something into her ear that made RJ shudder, her tail flick around. “Mmm… as you wish, master.”\n\n\f\n\nChapter 11: Kody and Hubert\n\nEven though Kody had been prepared to meet his mother’s boyfriend, he had been expecting Hubert to be a fox. When he’d pulled up into the driveway with RJ at his side, he was more than surprised to see a gigantic, tall wolf with a pot belly standing next to her. His fiancée giggled as she looked over at his perked ears, “Expecting a fox?”\n\nThe tod nodded his head, “Yeah.” His response only made the raccoon giggle more as he came to the realization that he was reacting the same way Mike and Helen had when he’d told them that RJ was a raccoon, the same way that RJ’s family had reacted when they’d met him, though, RJ’s brother Gregg had been very intrigued about it.\n\nKody let out a light chuckle as he pressed the unlatch button on the seatbelt. “If mama likes him, then I guess I do,” he said with a smile. “That’s the spirit, master,” the sow raccoon giggled softly as she made her husband-to-be blush.\n\nHubert looked over at Jo, a mask of concern on his face. “Jo-sef-een. D’ya think yer lil boy’ll like me,” the wolf whined, making himself look more like a sad puppy than a grown adult. The vixen giggled softly as she leaned up on her tiptoes to give him a peck on the cheek, “Awh, sugar wolf. Course he’ll likes ya. Yer a sweetie.”\n\nThe fox’s words made Hubert blush and let out an a-hyuck, before continuing with, “I loves yew, Jo-sef-een.”\n\n“I loves ya too, sugar wolf,” she replied with another kiss that only made the wolf seem to melt more as she watched her son and his fiancée make their way up the driveway.\n\n“Mom,” Kody cried out with a smile, waving over at her with one hand while his other held onto RJ’s. The elder fox smiled back, her arms opening wide only to wrap around her son. She pulled him in close for a warm hug, “Mmm… It’s s’good t’sees ya, sugar fox.”\n\nMother and son broke off the embrace only for her to hug her daughter-in-law. Hubert and Kody stared at one another, heads moving up and down to size each other up before the fox pushed out his hand. “I’m Jo’s son, Kody,” he said, expecting a handshake, but what he got was surprising.\n\nThe tubby, gigantic wolf grabbed wrapped two massive arms around him, bringing the younger tod in for the hardest bear hug he’d ever had in his life, and Kody had been hugged by bears. “I knows who ya is, Kody,” he said while the fox wriggled and writhed against the firm embrace, “Ya don’t has t’be s’formal with me.”\n\n“Can’t… breathe!”\n\nJo giggled as she tapped Hubert’s shoulder, “Not s’hard, shoog.”\n\nHubert blushed as he let go, causing Kody to crash down onto the ground. “Iz sorry, Jo-sef-een. I jist don’t knows m’own strenth,” the wolf said submissively before looking down at his girlfriend’s son, “Iz sorry, Kody.”\n\nThe younger fox was panting and gasping for air, trying to say, “It’s all right,” but failing to do so at first. His fiancée was giggling a little as she moved over to give Hubert a hug. “I’m RJ,” she churred softly as Hubert gave her a less strong hug.\n\n“It’s nice t’meetcha, Arr-Jay,” the canine said with a smile, “Is you his sweetheart?”\n\n“I’m his fiancée.”\n\n“Fee-on-say?”\n\nJo giggled as she moved over to her big wolf, “It means theys gettin’ hitched, sugar wolf.”\n\nHubert gave the vixen a goofy grin as he nodded, “I sees.”\n\nRJ broke the hug to help Kody up onto his feet. “It’s… nice to meet you, Hubert,” the tod finally said after recovering his wind, wondering if he had any broken ribs, but nothing hurt.\n\n“Iz happy t’finally meet you, Kodie,” the wolf said with a big grin, “yer maw’s told me lots boutcha.”\n\nThe fox nodded his head as he smiled, “That’s good.”\n\n“I’m proud t’be yer new daddy.”\n\nJo’s face flushed completely. RJ’s eyebrows raised. Kody, however, was completely confused.\n\n“Wait. What?”\n\n“Did I say summin wrong,” Hubert asked as he looked over at Jo. He wasn’t the only one. Everyone’s attention seemed to be turning towards the old vixen. Jo slowly shook her head, “Naw, shoog. I jist… well… I kinda fergot t’tell Kody bout us.”\n\n“Y… ya got married,” her son said in disbelief as he looked over and up at Hubert. Jo nodded softly as she stuck out her paw. Kody hadn’t noticed the ring on her finger until now. He looked at it in surprise.\n\n“W… when did you,” he started to ask, but Jo answered for him, “Last week. I… I’m sorry I didn’t tell ya about what was going on, Kody.”\n\n“Did you have a ceremony,” RJ butted in as she eyed the ring on her soon to be mother-in-law’s finger. The vixen shook her head, “Not yet. We got hitched at the courthouse, but we haven’t talked about nothin’ formal yet.”\n\nHubert smiled a goofy smile, “I wants us t’have a big ol’ weddin’! We jist ain’t figgered out when we’s gonna have it yet!”\n\nJo giggled softly, “We was thinkin’ bout holding it next month. But we’re not sure if that’s too soon.”\n\nHer son was still in a bit of shock as he looked between his mother, his new father, and then over at his fiancée. “I… don’t think it would be too soon,” he finally managed to stammer out, “I’m sure Gideon, Aunt Jeane, and Uncle Josh can make it.” There was a slight pause, as Kody asked, “Are… did you take his last name?”\n\nThe vixen giggled, “I did.” She looked at her son, “Are ya gonna change yers too?”\n\nKody thought about it for a second. “I… I’m not sure, mom,” he replied, “I jist got used t’being Kody Grey.”\n\nJo smiled, “Ya don’t has t’change it if ya don’t wants t’.”\n\nHubert added, “Iz still yer daddy even if ya don’t wanna be called Kody Hemming.”\n\nRJ giggled softly, “Richard wants’im t’ change it t’ Grey-Rowan.”\n\nThe tod chuckled, the vixen giggled, the raccoon giggled, but the wolf looked confused. “Who’s Richard,” he asked as Jo took her husband’s hand, “I’ll splain it t’ya inside, sugar wolf.”\n\nSlowly, all four of them slipped inside the house.\n\n\f\n\nChapter 12: Mama Wolf\n\nEvie Hemming sat in the living room of her small farm house, the one she’d raised three male pups; Wilber, Bart, and Hubert. Her first two sons had been a bit of a disappointment to her.\n\nThe lie about country folk was that they were all simpletons, not knowing how to read and write or not being well read. There were some that fell into that category, but for the most part, they were well read. Not having good tv reception allowed for a great deal of reading, mostly works of classic literature including religious texts as well as fiction and non-fiction alike. Evie herself had read War and Peace six times. Unfortunately for her, her sons bought into the fantasy of country bumpkins so much so that they looked down not only on her, but on their entire family.\n\nSo far, neither Wilber nor Bart had managed to get married, something that Evie figured was based on their attitudes. Bart had gone about calling himself Bartholomew to sound more sophisticated, but that was only because Wilber had started calling himself Wilberforce for the same reason. The old wolf shook her head from side to side. Hubert had been the closest to getting married, but Evie could tell that Penelope was a lost cause from the day she laid eyes upon her. \n\nPenelope had been much younger than her youngest son, a good ten years younger. The motherly wolf knew that the young alpha was just using him as a stopgap until she found someone else, something that made Evie furious. She hadn’t been surprised at all that Penelope would break Hubert’s heart, though, she wasn’t prepared for the damage he’d been able to do.\n\nUnfortunately for Hubert, Evie’s husband, George, had a hard time letting go of a grudge, even if it’s from his own kin. She’d sent her boy away so he could calm down, and that had been six months ago. She’d meant to keep in contact with him, but every time she tried, the two alpha wolves would get in an argument.\n\nEvie had just about given up on trying to call her son again, when the phone started to ring. The old canine grabbed the handle on the old rotary phone and held it up to her ear. “Hello,” she asked, hoping it was Hubert and not one of the other two.\n\n“MAMA,” a happy voice cried out over the phone, “Iz sorry I ain’t called you, mama. Iz jist been s’busy.”\n\n“HUBERT,” Evie screamed, a happy grin on her face, “Oh Hubert! I’m sorry I ain’t called ya. Iz s’happy to hear you!”\n\n“Mama! I mets a gal,” Hubert said happily, the joy clear in his voice.\n\n“Oh,” the wolf asked as her ears perked up, “ya did? She ain’t like Penelope is she?”\n\n“Naw, mama. She’s my age! And she’s purdy.”\n\nEvie’s ears flattened a little, “Has she been treatin’ ya right?”\n\nThere was an a-hyuck that made his mother scowl a little. “She’s been treatin’ me right, mama. She’s s’sweet! I loves her s’much,” her son said in a dreamy tone. The old wolf was skeptical, though more so in a protective sense, “Oh?”\n\n“I do, mama! Wez been t’gether fer six months! And it’s s’wonderful.”\n\n“Six… months,” his mother blinked. He found a new girlfriend that quick? “What’s her name, Hubey?”\n\n“Jo-sef-een,” the dreamy tone said again. It sounded like he was floating in air.\n\n“And she’s yer age?”\n\n“Yes, mama.”\n\n“S’ ya’ll can’t has no pups.”\n\n“I knows it, mama, but she’s already had pups. She’s gots a really nice boy named Kody. He’s a pilot!”\n\nEvie’s ears flattened against her head. She’d wanted her son to have pups, not inherit someone else’s pups, but from the sound of it, whoever this Josephine was, she was miles ahead of Penelope. “Ya said she’s purdy?”\n\n“She sure is, mama. She’s s’purdy’n’sweet.”\n\n“Is she an alpha?”\n\n“Naw, mama. She ain’t no alpha.”\n\nEvie let out a sigh of relief. The problem was alpha-beta relationships were different from alpha-alpha relationships. Where alpha-alpha would keep each other in check, alpha-beta always meant that the alpha would take advantage of the beta. “That’s good, sweetie. Do you want me to come visit? I’d like to meet yer new wolf girl.”\n\n“Sure mama, but Jo-sef-een ain’t n’wolf. She’s a fox.”\n\nHis mother’s eyes just about popped out of their sockets. He could mean one of two things; either he was joking and he was calling Josephine a foxy female, or her son had really just fallen in love with a fox. “Yer sayin’ she’s purdy like a fox?”\n\n“Naw, mama. She is a fox.”\n\nHer son fell in love with a fox! The alpha bitch’s nerves started to fire off left and right. The pack was in trouble. Part of the old wolf felt like this vixen was taking advantage of her son. Another part told her that this vixen was putting the entire pack in jeopardy. A final part was happy that her son had found someone that he loved and it sounded like she loved him too, but that part was quickly silenced by the other two voices.\n\n“I’m coming tomorrow,” she said gruffly before hanging up the phone, slamming it down. Her husband, George poked his head into the living room. “What the hell did Hubert want,” he growled, still sore about what happened six months later.\n\n“HUBERT’S FALLEN FOR A FOX,” Evie snarled out.\n\n“A fox?”\n\n“Yes! A fox! I don’t want my boy fallin’ fer no fox! They’s trouble!”\n\nGeorge rolled his eyes, “Can’t be more trouble than that Penelope bitch. She been treating him right?”\n\n“From the sound of it, yes.”\n\n“Then what’s the problem?”\n\n“She’s taking advantage of him! She’s gonna pawn off her kit onto our boy. I’m leavin’ tomorrow to stop this at once!”\n\n“If yer going, I’m going too. I wants t’meet her.”\n\n“Ain’tcha gots chores?”\n\n“They can wait.”\n\nHubert looked over at Jo as she sat in the living room with Kody and RJ. “Mama’s comin’ t’visit t’marrah,” he said with a smile before sliding back into his seat.\n\n“Oh,” Jo asked curiously as she looked at her husband, “I thought we were going to go see her.”\n\n“Naw, she wants t’come here. I thinks she likes ya, Jo-sef-een,” the wolf replied with big smile, though something told everyone at the table that it might not be the case.\n\n\f\n\nChapter 13: Guess Who’s Coming to Brunch\n\nJo was the first to wake up the next morning, her wolf husband curled tightly up behind her as he held her close to him like she was some kind of giant plush toy. The closeness made the vixen giggle softly as she began to wiggle out of his grip. RJ and Kody had gone to the only hotel in the area, which meant it would just be Jo and Hubert there until his parents showed up.\n\nThe vixen was just about to step in the shower when those strong arms returned to wander over her form, making the old fox churr and murr softly. “We sh’d get cleaned up, Hubert,” she whispered softly as she felt something long and hard poking against her. \n\n“C’n we shower t’gether, Jo,” the wolf murred deeply as he rested his chin on the top of her heard, his hands moving up to lightly cup her breasts, “I loves showerin’ with ya.” The vixen churred and moaned softly as she started to grind back against him, “I like showering with you too.”\n\nSlowly, the vixen pulled the wolf into the running water, feeling it caress over her body and then his.\n\nEvie had been stewing the whole train ride over while she sat next to her husband. The old alpha had insisted they take the earliest train, the 5:50, which got into Bunnyburrow Station at 8:00. She was growling almost the whole time. \n\nThe canine didn’t like the idea of her son marrying a fox. They weren’t pack animals at all. They were always loaners or in small family groups. Wolves lived for family. “She’s takin’ vangtage of Hubert,” she mumbled to herself as she wiggled around in her seat.\n\nGeorge, however, kept rolling his eyes. “Sounds like he’s th’one takin’ vantage of her. She’s already gots a kit, so he don’t have t’go through all the sleepless nights n’diapers.” His wife growled, “You know Hubert ain’t so bright.”\n\n“I know firsthand,” he growled back, “He don’t know how strong he is neather.”\n\nEvie huffed and crossed her arms as she kept brooding, the sound of the train all around her.\n\nKody was groaning and smiling up at RJ. The sow raccoon was sitting on his lap, the two enjoying some morning delight together in the thralls of soon-to-be-marrital relations. Both the fox and his fiancée were churring hotly as hands and fingers groped out at one another while dragging along soft fur. They were still in their hotel room, the two planning on heading back to the tod’s parent’s house as soon as they finished fulfilling their own carnal desires.\n\nThe previous evening had been filled with discussion on whether or not either of them actually liked Hubert and the surprise that his mother had managed to get married. In the end, they both agreed that the wolf was probably the best option. Not long after, the lovemaking began, followed by deep slumber, only for it to resume anew at the feel of something stiff and hard poking into RJ’s lower back.\n\nTwo cries of pleasure filled the room, only to be silenced by a deep, passionate kiss. Since RJ and Kody announced their marriage plans, the two had long since discarded the idea of protection. Neither of them knew what exactly would happen if Kody’s seed actually took, but it wasn’t as though they didn’t like the idea of having a kit together.\n\nRJ’s body slumped forwards, her chest pressing against her husband-to-be’s pecs as his pawns moved to stroke up and down her soft back fur. “Mm… Does master wishta go again,” she giggled softly while her hands moved to caress over his cheek. Her fiancée groaned hotly, still buried inside her, but slowly softening, “I would, but I think we should get ready to visit mom and Hubert.”\n\nThe raccoon giggled and teased, “Y’ain’t gonna call him daddy?”\n\nKody’s face flushed a little as he chuckled, “N… not yet. I’m… I’m still getting used to the idea.”\n\nRJ smiled as she gave him a peck on the lips before rolling off her tod, “Mmm… It’s llright, master. It’s only been a day.”\n\nThe fox smiled as he slowly rolled over onto his side, a hand moving to gently stroke over the sow raccoon’s belly, “Yeah. I’m sure I’ll call him that, eventually.” His fiancée grinned as she rolled onto her side, a paw moving to give his rump a grope, “Oh, I’m sure ya will too.”\n\nThe tod stuck his tongue out at her, only to receive a quick lick from her own tongue. “Ya ferget yer wife’s a kinky girl,” she said with a playful wink before rolling over and sliding out of bed. “We sh’d gets showered. Don’t wants t’stank fer yer ma’n’pa,” RJ cooed as she slowly started to make her way towards the bathroom.\n\nKody chuckled, “Ladies first.”\n\nJo and Hubert’s shower lasted longer than the two had expected. The usual fifteen minutes dragged into almost a half hour as they surrendered to each other’s desires. Of course, once that was concluded, the happily married couple began to actually clean each other up. It was always easier to shower with two rather than just one, especially since the extra pairs of hands could get to the harder to reach places. They’d just about finished drying off when a knock came from the door.\n\nBill had been sitting nude in Gideon Grey’s kitchen sipping on coffee when his phone started to ring. Slowly, the fat old wolf stood up and made his way over to the khaki pants casually draped over one chair. He wasn’t expecting any calls, so when he saw it was his aunt calling, he was a bit surprised.\n\n“Aunt Evie,” Bill started to say, but the alpha cut him off, “BILLY! WHERE’S YER COUSIN!”\n\nThe volume of noise coming across the phone made him pull the phone away from his ear. “Whatcha mean, Aunt Evie,” the canine asked, “What’s going on?”\n\n“I’m lookin’ fer Hubert! I tolds’im Iz coming to visit, but he ain’t at yer house’n neither is you.”\n\n“Oh. Uhm… He’s been staying with Jo Grey.”\n\n“WHAT!”\n\n“Ya needs her address, Aunt Evie?”\n\n“Ya betcher hide I do!”\n\nThe tone in Evie’s voice made him start to worry, but he was dealing with an alpha bitch looking for her pup, something that Bill didn’t want to get between. “Sure I do, Aunt Evie. She’s at 17 Carrot Road. Ya takes main to 10th Street, take a left,” he stared to tell the wolf, but she cut him off once again, “I gots a cab, pup! I don’ts need yer dye-wreck-sons.”\n\nBill didn’t get another word in as Evie disconnected the call. The wolf snorted, “This ain’t good.” He looked down at his phone as he searched through his contacts for his cousin’s number, hoping he would pick up.\n\n\f\n\nChapter 14: Meeting the In-Laws\n\nKody and RJ had cleaned up, the tod slipping into a green flannel shirt and a pair of jeans while his fiancée slipped into a plaid shirt that was tied in a knot between her breasts and a pair of jean shorts. The two smiled at one another as they held hands, the happy couple sharing a warm kiss before heading out of their hotel room, down the stairs leading to the first story, and out the door towards Kody’s Jeeves.\n\nThe fox and raccoon probably could have walked to Jo’s house, but it would be faster to drive. It was Sunday after all, so the streets were vacant. Most people were either at church or sleeping in or sleeping in to go to the later sermon. As the two turned down 10th Street and onto Carrot Road, the two noticed a yellow painted taxi pulling out of the driveway in front of Jo’s house.\n\nKody and RJ looked at one another for a second, both of them wearing an expression of curiosity and concern.\n\n“We’ll be right there,” Jo cried out as she quickly slipped into one of her sundresses. Hubert, however, was struggling to get into his plaid shirt and overalls, making the vixen giggle softly as she made her way out of their bedroom. The fox closed the door, making sure her husband had some privacy while he changed, only to make her way to the front door, slowly opening it.\n\nJo was a bit surprised at who she saw. There were two wolves standing there. One dressed almost exactly like Hubert, though a red plaid shirt instead of the blue one her husband was struggling to put on. It was easy to tell that he was Hubert’s sire. Overall, he was gray, though his muzzle was streaked almost to the eyes with white. The other wolf was a female in a blue sundress with white polka dots. She was standing right next to her husband, her ears flicking around as her dark grey fur seemed to stand on end.\n\n“H… Hello,” the vixen said sweetly, though her own reddish-yellow fur was starting to stand on end from nervousness. Foxes and wolves had a long history of not getting along, and part of her, deep down, was frightened, if not intimidated, even though she was married to a wolf.\n\n“Where’s my Hubert,” the alpha bitch growled, making the fox lean back, her ears flattening against her head. “He’s… just inside,” Jo replied as her tail started to fold under her, slipping between her legs. The other wolf reached out to grab his wife and pull her away.\n\n“Iz sorry, bout dat. M’wife jist gits all pertecktive a her boys,” he said calmly before putting out his hand, “Iz George Hemmin’n dis ‘ere’s m’wife, Evie. Wez Hubert’s momma’n’daddy.”\n\nThe vixen was still quivering a little as she put her hand out to take his, “N… nice… nice t’finly meetcha, M… Mister’n’Missus Hemmin’.”\n\nJo was happy that neither of them had noticed the ring on her finger, though, she probably guessed that the two would assume it would be from a previous marriage. She slowly started to retreat back into the house, making room for her in-laws when she noticed her son’s car pulling up into the driveway. There was a small sigh of relief, that was more audible than she’d hoped.\n\n“Watterya lookin’ at,” Evie growled before turning her own gaze towards the car. Her husband followed her gaze as she saw a gigantic fox and a raccoon slide out of the car. The wolves blinked a few times at the inter-species couple heading towards them.\n\nEvie had never seen a fox that big before. He was tall and muscular, though with a bit of pudge on his belly. He was easily taller than Josephine, maybe an inch or so shorter than Hubert, and Hubert had been short for a wolf. \n\n“Is everything all right, mom,” the little wolf said, his eyes moving between Evie, George, and his mother.\n\n“Everything’s,” the vixen started to say, only to be interrupted by her husband, Hubert, who moved in behind Jo, a big smile on his face, “Mama! Daddy! Iz didn’t thinks ya’d b’here s’early! And Kody! Arr-Jay! Looks likes wez gots th’ole famly here!”\n\nGeorge and Evie appraised the fox and raccoon. Evie had expected the fox to be younger than he really was, then again, she’d stopped listening to her son right after he told her that his new sweetheart already had a kit. George, who hadn’t been privy to the conversation, smiled before shoving out his hand, “George Hemmin’.”\n\nThe little wolf smiled as he took the other male’s hand, giving it a firm handshake, “Kody Grey.” The elder wolf grinned, “Strong grip ya gots there. Tall too. Ya half wolf?”\n\nKody shook his head, “No, sir.”\n\n“Sir,” the wolf grinned, “yer ma taughtcha right. Don’t meet many who say that. Ya sures y’ain’t gots any wolf in ya?”\n\n“I don’t think so,” the younger fox said as he slowly broke the handshake while his fiancée stepped forwards, “This is my fiancée, RJ.”\n\nThe raccoon held out her hand to the wolf, feeling him give her a firm handshake, “It’s nice t’meetcha.”\n\nGeorge smiled as he looked down at her, “Well ain’t you jist da cutest lil thang.”\n\nRJ giggled softly, “Why thanks you.”\n\nThe old wolf smiled, “Y’makes won cute cupple.”\n\n“Thank you, sir,” Kody replied as the tension seemed to melt a little, only for it to return anew as Evie growled, “Iz we gonna jist stand out here?”\n\nJo backed away from the door, pressing into Hubert, “C… come in. Please. Come in. I’ll make some coffee.”\n\n\f\n\nChapter 15: Jo versus Evie\n\nThe three wolves, two foxes, and one raccoon sat around the living room, all of them slowly sipping on coffee. Evie was eyeing Jo, who was holding onto Hubert’s hand tightly, while Kody and RJ and George looked between the others. Hubert was the only one in the entire room that was smiling his goofy grin as he looked at his parents.\n\n“It’s s’nice t’sees ya mama’n’daddy,” He said as his smile seemed to widen more, “Iddn’t Jo-sef-een as purdy as I tolds ya?”\n\nThe vixen blushed as George nodded, but Evie scowled. “S’tell me, Jo-sef-een,” the wolf bitch said as she took a sip of coffee, “Iz ya a family fox?”\n\nJo nodded slowly as she took a sip, “Yes’m. I loves family. Always wanted wonna m’own.”\n\n“Y’ever been married b’fore,” the wolf continued, still giving Jo the stink eye as she looked over at Kody. The vixen seemed to wiggle a bit uncomfortably as she answered, “No.”\n\nEvie huffed, “So yer kits a bastard?”\n\nGeorge snarled at his wife, “Evie!”\n\nJo nodded softly as she teared up a little, “He… He refused t’marry me.”\n\nHubert gripped his wife’s hand tightly, “But that don’t matter none, mama. Jo loves famly.”\n\n“But she ain’t a wolf,” Evie growled at her son, but he wouldn’t budge, “I knows mama, but I loves Jo-sef-een. She never wants t’hurt me, like Penelope.”\n\nThe vixen started to lean into her husband, her tail wrapping around his waist. The mother wolf kept growling as she looked over at her grandtod, “And yer okay with Kody marryin’ a coon?”\n\nHubert blinked, “RJ’s a nice coon, mama. She’s ‘lmost’s sweet as Jo-sef-een.”\n\nRJ smiled as Kody gently groped her hand, but the mother wolf wasn’t satisfied. “And what do you do, Josephine? How’re ya gonna support my boy?”\n\nThe question made her a little uncomfortable but she answered anyway, “I used to pose fer pictures, but I don’ts do that much n’more. But I knows most errybody here. There’s lotsa farmers who want t’hire Hubert already.”\n\nEvie let out another snort before glaring at her. “That tain’t a plan t’live,” the bitch snarled, but George put a hand on his wife’s shoulder, quieting her for a second. “Hubert, ma’s just worried boutcha. She wants t’know if y’ll be ‘llright, y’know, be able t’pay d’mortgage’n’bills,” he started to say when his son cut him off, “Daddy, there ain’ts no mortgage on th’ouse. Jo-sef-een owns it.”\n\nThe two wolves blinked. “She… owns it,” they seemed to say almost in time with each other. Hubert and Jo nodded softly. “Yes, I’ve owned it fer twenty years,” Jo said softly, “I take a job erry now and again whenever I needs to pad m’savings.”\n\nGeorge and Evie looked at one another, both of them in a bit of shock. Slowly, Evie turned her head to look at the elder fox, “And ya can’take care of my boy?”\n\nJo nodded, “I can.”\n\nHubert giggled and let out an a-hyuck before stating, “Oh, she sure can, mama.”\n\nThe old bitch raised an eyebrow as the vixen blushed deeply while George let out a chuckle. “I don’t has any prollems with it,” the elder male said as he smiled, “Ya twos gonna get hitched?”\n\nHubert and Jo looked at each other, giving one another loving looks, “We already is.”\n\nGeorge and Evie’s eyes almost popped out of their head. “What?”\n\n\f\n\nChapter 16: Old Fashioned Wedding\n\nHubert and Jo stared at each other, the two holding hands as they recited their vows. They’d already been married in the eyes of the law, but now it was time for them to be married in the eyes of God and all their friends and family.\n\nEveryone was there; Joshua, Jeane, Gideon, Kody, RJ, Bill, Evie, and George. Bart and Wilbur were there as well, though the two seemed to keep their distance from everyone. Even the Rowans had showed up, which had been a nice surprise. Richard had even volunteered to give Jo away, something that the vixen had happily accepted.\n\nSlowly, the two finished reciting the words, and the pastor ended the ceremony with, “You may now kiss the bride.”\n\nHubert leaned in, pressing his lips to hers as Josephine Annabel Grey Hemming tossed her arms around her husband’s neck, her tail flicking around. Not even thinking about it, the fox tossed her bouquet over her shoulder, the dozen flowers floating in the air above the crowd.\n\nGideon had ended up sitting next to a lovely red fox named, Victoria Rowan. He’d learned that she was his cousin. Sort of. She would have been his cousin if her uncle had married his aunt. The two had idly chatted some, he’d even told her to come visit his pie shop, something that her grandsire had told her about a few times.\n\nAt the moment though, the two foxes were watching the bouquet arching up in the air, everyone’s eyes focusing on where it would land. The whole room already knew that Kody was marrying RJ, and according to tradition, or was it superstition, whoever caught the bride’s bouquet would be married next.\n\nNo one seemed to move as the flowers hit the apex of their arch and slowly began to fall down. It tumbled end over end in a slow flight. A few hands moved to grab it, but no one was able to catch it as the flowers landed on Gideon and Tori’s laps. The tod and vixen blinked as they looked down at the bouquet, then over to each other, both of them blushing hotly.\n\nMike and Helen had watched the whole thing, their eyes perking up as Gideon and Tori looked at one another with a few goofy smiles. Mike thought about saying something, but neither Tori nor Gideon were related. Maybe it would be nice to finally have a Grey in the family after all.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Chapter 1: A Lazy Day

Bill Blake let out a long sigh as he leaned back in his chair. The heavy set black wolf scratched his khaki clad belly while letting out a mighty yawn. The one thing he liked about working out in Tri-Burrow County was how slow work was. It gave him time to take a nap or two.

Bill was nearing his mid-fourties and yet he was somehow still harangued by his mother for not getting married or having grandpups. He wondered if she was ever going to come to terms that he was gay, then again, she probably already did but still wanted him to finally settle down and adopt a child. The old wolf let out a chuckle as he gave his belly a pat. He’d never seen himself with a house, a white picket fence, a permanent partner, and two and a half kids, though it wasn’t like he couldn’t see the appeal in it.

He’d had a few steady boyfriends here and there, but the last one he had didn’t want to move out to Bunnyburrow with him because he’d found himself in a nice little rut in Little Bend running a shop that catered to the summer tourists. Their break up had been mutual, though, still ending in a few tears. The two still kept in touch via email and were still good friends.

The bright side to all this was running into his new on again off again beau, Gideon Grey. The tubby fox was cute, both in and out of clothing, but Bill knew that their relationship was best kept on the side of beneficial relation since Gideon was more interested in finding a wife than a husband. Not that the wolf was complaining at all, he certainly enjoyed his time with the hefty tod, and he could tell that it was mutual.

The wolf was just about to take a nap when his desk phone started to ring. His ears perked up immediately. That phone rarely rang at all unless it was an emergency, and the last time it did, it was from the Hopps farm. About a week earlier, some of the children were playing around in the fields when they’d run into a row of Night Howlers. It hadn’t been a pretty sight, especially when it meant having to call the Pound since the Sheriff’s office did have, nor was authorized to have, tranquilizer guns.

Slowly, Bill grabbed the phone. “Sheriff’s office. Sheriff Blake speakin’. Please state yer ‘mergency,” he said. It was a line that he’d memorized from being over in Nutwood County. Even though it was one county over, he seemed to be answering the phone a great deal more when he was over thre, mostly to break up bar fights or the occasional tomfoolery by bored teenagers.

“Billy,” the voice said happily, “I was hopin’ I’d catch ya.”

“Aunt Evie,” the canine replied in a little bit of disbelief, “Why’re ya callin’ the office phone?”

“Cuz y’ain’t answerin’ yer cell!”

“That’s cuz it’s on vibrate.”

“What ya do in yer free time ain’t none of my concern, Billy. I needs yer help with sumthin’,” Evie said, not even letting her nephew get a word in, “I’m sendin’ Hubert yer way. I wants ya t’ show’m round Bunnyborrow cuz he’s needs to git out of th’ouse.”

“Why? What ‘appened?”

“He’s heartbroke and he don’t know his own strenth. Ye Uncle Garth’s madder than a sack full of badgers after what he dun.”

“What did he do?”

“He dun put a mighty deep dent in th’tractor and dun punched a hole in his bedr’m wall,” the wolf bitch growled into the phone, “I swears if he don’t get outta th’ouse yer uncle’s gonna toss him out.”

Bill blinked a few times, “What bout yer other two sons? Cain’t he stay with them?”

“Those two boys has their heads s’far up they’s asses they cain’t tell if it’s noon’er’midnight. I already asked’m, and they says they cain’t on ‘count uh their jobs.”

The wolf let out a long sigh. His other two cousins were around his age, and both of them lived in Zootopia. The two were the first Blakes in the immediately family to ever attend graduate school, their sire, uncle, and grandsire all having gotten degrees in Agriculture but never pursued higher learning. From what he remembered, both of them were psychiatrists and both of them had always treated their relatives with disdain.

Bill paused as he thought it over. He’d made a few arrangements with Gideon and this was going to complicate things. He figured that the tod would understand. “All right, Aunt Evie. Just put’m on th’train and I’ll pick him up.”

“Good. He left this morning.”

“Wait. What? When?”

“I put him on the 10:45.”

Bill looked down at his watch. “He’s gonna be here in five minutes and you just now tell me?”

“Then ya should skedaddle over there,” the wolf replied before hanging up the phone.

“Goddamnit, Aunt Evie.”

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Chapter 2: Hubert Hemming

Huber Hemming was amazed at the train ride, then again, Hubert was amazed a great many things. The fourty-four year old wolf wasn’t smart in the book learning sense, nor was he smart in the street sense. He could of course read and write, but his intelligence was mainly derived from his ability to do tasks and do them well. Most people would call him slow, the state would call him mentally deficient, and others would call him retarded, but Hubert had an innate ability to learn by doing, often being coached or being shown pictures of exactly what to do before, during, and after starting on a task. It was how he got through life.

The canine looked around at the other people, most of them dressed casually, much more so than himself. He was clad in nothing but a simple white shirt and overalls while everyone else, save for a few business people, were wearing shorts and t-shirts or some variation of them. Most of the people avoided Hubert though, probably because he looked so strange, that and whenever someone sat down beside him, he told them, “It’s mah first train ride!”

Every time he said that, people immediately scooted away, which made the already depressed wolf sadden more. He’d been dating a girl for the last few years, and he was just about to propose to her when she’d called it off.

The problem with Hubert wasn’t his intelligence, but rather his size. Compared to Cousin Bill, he was much smaller, not in height but in girth. His body was much more muscular, though he did have a bit of a pot belly. Because of this, he didn’t really understand how strong he could be, so he’d managed to put a sizeable dent in the side of the tractor before retreating to his room to punch an equally sizeable chunk of wall as he sobbed into his pillow. He wasn’t a bad wolf, he was just sad and confused and hurt because he loved her.

Hubert let out a long sigh as the conductor announced the train was pulling into Bunnyburrow Station. Slowly, his hand moved down to grab his bags, fingers wrapping around the handles. His mama told him that he needed to let his father calm down and get everything fixed before he could come home, but she’d packed almost every article of clothing of his, so the wolf figured he was going to be there for quite some time.

Normally, Bill wouldn’t abuse his privileges as sheriff, but with his aunt calling him on such late noticed, he had to bend the rules a little. He’d rushed out of his office and into his squad car, turning on the lights before whipping down the street. Luckily, no one questioned his actions and he was able to cut the usual ten minute drive from the town to the station in half, pulling in just as everyone was disembarking.

The wolf waved over at his cousin with a big old grin just as Hubert stepped out of the train. It took Bill’s cousin a second before he gave him a goofy grin. “Cousin Bill,” the other wolf yelled out as he ran over to the chunkier canine, giving him a big, bone crushing hug. “Hey… Hubert,” he replied as he gasped for air. Everyone at the station was surprised. Hubert had not only hugged Bill, but he was holding him up a good two feet off the ground with ease. “Iz s’appy t’see ya, Cuz! I just had th’most ‘orrabibble week!”

“I… I’m…. I cain’t breathe!”

The stronger canine let go of his cousin, the heavy wolf plopping down onto the station with a completely lack of grace. “Iz sorry, cuz.”

“Yer mama told me yer staying with me for a while. S’come on. Let’s getcha summin t’eat and then I’ll gets ya all set up at the house.”

“Thanks, Cousin. I’m s’glad yer doing this. My brudders are just t’busy fer me,” Hubert pouted as he slowly followed Bill towards the squad car, the other mammals on the platform watching the two wolves out of curiosity.

The ride into Bunnyburrow proper was much slower, since Bill wasn’t in a big hurry. The chunky wolf had put Hubert in the passenger side front seat, tossing his bags in the trunk before heading on their way. Most of the ride had been Hubert talking about how amazing it was to ride on a train, something Bill had done many times, but his cousin had never done until today. Finally, Bill addressed the subject that he knew would have to be brought up.

“Hubert, can ya tell me what happened between you and Penelope?”

The tubby wolf’s expression started to change, his face drooping as his nose sniffled. “She… she broke up with me. Weez been datin’ fer three years, and Iz just popped her th’question, and she said she wanted to break up.”

Bill nodded as he gave his cousin’s shoulder a pat. “It’ll be all right, cuz. There’s lots a fish in the sea.”

“But I don’ts want a fish.”

The other wolf shook his head, “How bout I makes ya feel good, like when we as pups.”

Hubert sniffled again, “I… I guess.”

“Well, I’ll make ya feel right as rain as soon as we get a bite.”

His cousin nodded, “All right.”

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Chapter 3: Gideon Grey’s Real Good Baked Stuff

Josephine Grey sat in her usual booth at her nephew’s restaurant. Because it was the middle of the week, she wasn’t expecting her son and his fiancée to come visit. The near fifty year old vixen mused to herself as she poked the pot pie in front of her with a fork. It had been a little over a year since she got her son back, almost a year since he’d met her friend RJ, and only two weeks after the two had announced their plans to get married.

The fox couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh. She’d been thinking about looking for a husband ever since she got her son back. She wanted to finally have a complete family. She’d brought the subject up with her son several times, but neither of them knew any eligible bachelors that were around her age. Jo poked at her lunch again and again as the crowd began to die down.

Gideon had noticed his aunt looking blue. He wasn’t sure why, but part of him had a pretty good idea. Slowly, the chubby tod slipped around the counter, casually making his way over to the elder vixen. “Hey Aunt Jo,” the fox said as he slid into the booth in front of her. His aunt gave him a soft smile, “Hey Gideon.”

“Ya don’t like yer pie, Aunt Jo? I can gitcha ‘nother one.”

Jo just shook her head, “Naw. Ya don’t have ta. Iz jist thinkin’ is all.”

“Bout Kody’n’RJ?”

“Yeah,” the vixen said with a sigh, “Jist sad that I never did give Kody a daddy.”

Gideon nodded, seeing the pain in the fox’s face, but he couldn’t really see her married for some reason, probably because he’d always seen her as a single woman. His father thought she might be a lesbian, but he never said why. “Well, I don’t think ya have t’have one, Aunt Jo. Ya never needed a husb’nd b’fore,” the tod said in an attempt to comfort her.

“That was b’cause I never had my boy with me b’fore,” she replied as she kept poking at the pie, “Never thought about it til Kody cum home.”

Gideon slowly nodded his head, “Well, you could always go t’ Todsglen or Z’topia. They’s gots lots a tods.”

Jo nodded her head, “I know. But them’s the city. I’d much rather has a country mammal.”

Her words made Gideon nod. It sounded like she was considering going outside of her species. Not that that wasn’t a bad thing. From the way his cousin and his fiancée acted around each other, it was something that could be a beautiful thing. A thought did cross his mind though, a funny thought of her marrying a bunny or her shaking up with Bill Blake. The latter thought made him chuckle softly, enough for Jo to raise an eyebrow.

“It’s nothin’, Aunt Jo,” he said, waving his hand, “Just a funny thought.”

“Tell me.”

“Oh, well, you and Bill Blake.”

Jo let out a giggle, “Everyone knows Bill’s queer. I ain’t that desperate.”

Gideon just chuckled, “I knows. Likes I said, jist a funny thought.”

The vixen was just about to say something when Bill Blake and another wolf walked into the shop.

Hubert was still a little pouty as he and his cousin wandered into the pastry shop. “C’mon now, Hubert. We’ll gits ya a nice pie ‘n y’ll feel better,” the heavy canine said as he gave him a pat on the back. “All right, cuz,” he sniffed softly, eyes looking over the place just as the smell of baked goods slammed into his nose.

“Well I’ll be,” the wolf said with a big grin, “This sure is the best smell I ever dun smelled.”

His cousin laughed warmly, giving him a pat on the back before turning his gaze to look over at Gideon and Jo. “Hubert, I gots someone y’ll wanna meet,” Bill told the other wolf as he guided him towards his beau and his beau’s aunt.

“Hey thar Gideon, Aunt Jo. I’d likes ya’ll t’meet my cousin, Hubert,” the fat canine said with a big smile. Gideon grinned over at his lover’s cousin, moving a hand out to him, “It’s nice to meet you, Hubert.” But Hubert never took his hand, his eyes were fixated on Jo.

The tubby wolf was stammering, trying to say something as Jo presented her hand to him. “It’s nice to meet ya, Hubert. I’m Josephine, but errybody calls me Jo,” she said softly, but that only made the canine let out an adorable, “A-hyuck,” before his face flushed.

Bill let out a chuckle as he looked over at Jo. “Y’ll have t’fergive’m, Jo. He ain’t good at talking to gals.”

Jo smiled softly as she looked over at the other wolf, “It’s all right, shoog.”

“Joe-sef-een,” the tubby canine said. If were a cartoon, he’d have hearts floating around his head. Bill shook his head, “He ain’t too bright either.”

“Mama says Iz special.”

The vixen giggled to herself. He was cute in his own way. Most males who had their eye on her weren’t so bashful, which made her like him more. Suddenly, her eye caught something in the wolf’s trousers, something stuffed down one pant leg that seemed to say he was happy to see her. Jo blinked a few times, knowing exactly what she was looking at, and it just made her blush more.

Bill realized that Jo had a good view of Hubert’s pecker, the wolf being nicely endowed to the point where he had to slide it into one pant leg, the pant leg that was facing away from Gideon. “Hubert,” he said softly as he started to push his cousin away, “We’ll cum back here in a little bit. I thinks ya need to get home.”

The other wolf pouted a little before giving Jo a wave and a, “G’bye, Josephine.”

Jo gave him a cute wave and a giggling smile that only made Hubert seem to melt as he looked over at his cousin, “She’s purdy.”

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Chapter 4: Blowing Off Steam

Bill had managed to get the love-struck wolf into the squad car, much to his cousins whimpering. “How bout we get back t’my house and we’ll let ya relax,” the fat canine said as the two slipped into the vehicle.

“All right, cuz,” He replied with a sigh, his loins still aching inside his overalls, “But Josephine is real purdy. I thinks she’s purdier than Penelope.”

The sheriff chuckled. If he’d been straight, he probably would have agreed with his cousin, but he’d never found girls appealing. He’d always liked guys.

“I bet she’s gots herself a nice tod,” Hubert said with a sigh and a pout. Bill wasn’t exactly sure what to say. He could lie to him, but that wouldn’t be right. “No,” the heavy wolf replied, “She’s single. From what I hear, been like that for years.”

“Really,” his cousin asked as his face seemed to light up, “She don’t got no sweetheart?”

The other canine shook his head, “Nope. It’s just her and her lil boy, though, he ain’t lil, nor is he a boy.”

“Do ya know if she’s wanting sumone?”

“Ya’d have t’ask her yerself.”

“Okay. Can we do that now?”

Bill chuckled as he gave his cousin’s thigh a pat, “How bout ya blow off some steam first, then you can ask her.”

Hubert nodded, “All right.”

When Bill pulled into the garage at his house, he didn’t bother opening the trunk to get his cousin’s things out of it. There was only one real thing on his mind. The fat wolf had slid out of the car, his heart racing as he helped his cousin out, only to tell him to lean against the side of the vehicle’s rear passenger door.

He hadn’t done anything with his cousin in years. The two had fiddled around with one another when they were younger, mostly just size comparing to which Bill always lost. Nothing had been physical until much later, when they’d been in High School. During one of their size comparison sessions in the gym showers after school, the fat wolf had offered to go down on him. Hubert had been completely clueless until he saw his cousin’s lips wrapped around his member.

Bill’s hands undid the overalls, yanking them down along with his cousin’s underwear, watching as that girthy ten inch member flopped free. Hubert looked a little dumbstruck at his older cousin, remembering the last time he’d done something like this. Part of him was imagining that Bill was Josephine, the lovely vixen beaming up at him as her soft lips wrapped around his throbbing meat. It was a fantasy he’d never had before in his life, but he was enjoying it.

The fat canine bobbed his muzzle up and down his cousin’s member, slurping and gulping as he felt the tip slip down into the back of his throat. He was bigger than Gideon, then again, all wolves were. Foxes weren’t known for their size.

Hubert started to moan out as his cousin worked his shaft, calling out Jo’s name over and over again as he started to thrust his hips. The fat wolf wasn’t complaining though, he was loving the feel of another wolf’s member in his maw, even if it was his cousin’s.

Unfortunately for Hubert, and fortunately for Bill, the dumb and hung canine didn’t last long. He’d been so lost in his infatuations with Josephine Grey that he’d burst into his cousin’s muzzle, a thick wad of salty, musky wolf cream firing into the fat male’s maw and down his throat.

“Iz sorry, cuz. I jist c’dn’t hold back no more,” Hubert said in a panting whimper, “Iz jist thinkin’ bout that purdy vixen.”

Bill slowly pulled off his cousin’s member, gulping down every drop. “Naw. Don’t have’t pologize, cuz. But you was pent up. How long ago did ya breaks up with Penelope?”

“Bout a week. We ain’t had the sexual relations in a month.”

The fat wolf chuckled, “I c’n tell. Now. Hows bouts we gets cleaned up ‘n I’ll see bout gettin’ ya a date with Jo.”

“Sure!”

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Chapter 5: Deep Down Feelings

The incident with Hubert at Gideon’s pastry shop had left Josephine flustered. Not that she found him unattractive. Hubert was adorable, especially his lovey-dovey look and stammering. She’d been hit on by wolves before, especially in her line of work as a pin-up model. The industry seemed to attract all the alpha males, the ones who thought they were God’s gift to mammalia. They tended to pursue what they wanted aggressively, which had led to a bit of bad blood between her and most of them, especially the younger ones.

Hubert, on the other hand, was definitely a beta if not an omega male, something that the vixen had rarely seen. The way he’d stammered, “a-hyucked,” and pronounced her name had been cute. She could tell he was a country boy, something she’d been looking for, and he was exceptionally endowed, which was a bonus.

Jo had never considered dating a wolf or even marrying one, but the thought started to linger as she made her way home. She did have a bit of a bounce in her step, her mind actually delving into several possibilities as she walked down the street before slipping into her single bedroom, single bath house.

As soon as the door closed, the fox removed her top, quickly untying the knot on the plaid shirt that exposed a good chunk of her cleavage and curves. Jo wriggled free of the garment, letting it fall down onto the floor as she unhooked her bra. The girls escaped their prison to gently droop on her chest, her tiny pink nipples hard as diamonds as she let lewd and downright un-ladylike thoughts run wild in her mind.

Josephine was too old to go into heat anymore, but she could feel her loins quiver and ache as if she was twenty years younger, her tail softly flitting about as she walked into her bedroom. Her fingers moved to unbutton her daisy dukes, thumbs gliding under the waistband of them and her panties before she pushed the two down, her hips wiggling from side to side until the fabric reached her knees and fell to the floor.

This vixen’s chest heaved up and down, her foreteeth chewing on her bottom lip as long lovely legs began to guide her towards her closet. She kept all her marital aids there, though she’d never been married, so it wasn’t exactly right to call them that, but she preferred that term to ones like toys or dildos. Jo had a small collection of them; one that was a caste of a smaller domestic canine, one that was a caste of a fox, and then there was her final one, which had been a caste of an endowed wolf. From what she’d gathered, it had to have been around the same size as Hubert.

The fox’s face flushed as she reached in to wrap her fingers around the length, imagining to herself that it belonged to the cute wolf she’d met earlier in the day. She gently picked it up, giggling to herself as she started live out the fantasy in her mind.

Her free hand moved to cup the base as she brought the tip to her lips. The vixen was calling the silicon phallus Hubert as she gently wrapped her muzzle around the false length. She could imagine him petting her as she began to bob her head up and down, soft churring moans emanating from her maw as she felt herself become wet from the thoughts.

Slowly, she pulled “Hubert” from her lips, her hand gripping him by the base as Jo slithered into bed, laying on her back. The vixen couldn’t remember the last time she’d used this one, and she knew it would probably be uncomfortable at first, but she was more than willing.

The fox let out a moan as she ran the tip across her soaked folds, her eyes closing as she lubricated her aid with her own juices. The vixen spread her legs wider, both hands moving to grip the toy, her nostrils flaring as the first inch began to slip inside her unused tunnel. Jo had been loosened from the birth of her first and only kit, but not having intercourse for so long save for the occasional toy only made her tighten. She hadn’t used this particular one in so long that she felt herself being spread open, her lips yipping and yelping and moaning as she began to force Hubert inside her inch by inch.

Jo felt the tip prod against her cervix, the sensation making her eyes close and her hips automatically buck. Long, heated, needful moans started to fall from her muzzle as the vixen began to ride out her fantasy. In her mind, the beta wolf was atop her, moaning with her as he pinned her to the bed. His hips were thrusting, his tip rubbing over her walls before smacking into cervix.

Her toes were curling as she moaned louder and louder, one hand leaving the wolf phallus to press against her swollen nub. Her fingers rubbed in furious circles as her eyes began to shut tight and ears folded back onto her head. She was so close. Oh so close.

Her jaws opened wide in a gasping, moaing yelp as her tunnel collapsed around Hubert, her juices flowing down on the fake length to coat it in her own dew. Jo’s breasts rose and fell, her head falling back onto the pillow in a daze. Her toy was still buried in her to the hilt, not that she minded at the moment, so lost in fantasy that it didn’t matter.

Slowly, reality started to kick in as her ears picked up the telltale signs of ringing.

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Chapter 6: A Date

Bill was sitting in his favorite chair in his living room, a hand holding the phone up to his ear. He’d just slipped out of the shower and hadn’t bothered getting dressed at all. When he was home, he liked to be natural, then again, he also did the same thing when he was over at Gideon’s. The wolf slowly waited for Josephine to pick up, a bit curious why she hadn’t answered before.

It was just about to go to voicemail when he heard a somewhat shuddery female voice on the other end, “H… Hey Bill.”

That was when the wolf knew what she’d been up to. Fellers and Gals weren’t so different, especially when trying to answer the phone after a session of self pleasure. “Hey Jo,” he said calmly, “Mind if I asks yas a pers’n’l question?”

He figured he already knew the answer. He’d known Jo for two years, and she’d never once mentioned having a sweetheart or that she was seeing anyone. The vixen gulped, “Uh… S… Sure, Bill.”

“Well, Hubert’s twitterpated boutcha,” the canine said over the phone as his cousin grabbed a shower, “And Iz wondering…”

“I’d loves ta take him on a date. I ain’ts seein’ nobody, if that’s whatcher askin,” the fox said a bit too quickly, something that made the wolf smile. He could tell that she was twitterpated too by how fast she’d answered, “Ya free t’night?”

“Course I am!”

Bill chuckled again, “All right. I’ll tells him ya gots a date. Anywhere ya wants t’meet him?”

There was a long pause, as the vixen thought about it, “What about that nice restaurant, y’knows the one that serves them I-talian food?”

“Jimmy Pesto’s?”

“That’s the one.”

“What time?”

“I likes t’eat early, you mind if it’s se… six?”

“Six it is. I’ll make sure he gets there.”

There was a soft giggle on the other end, “I’ll sees’m tonight. Thanks, Bill.”

Bill hung up the phone as his cousin wandered out of the bathroom completely nude except for the towel he was drying himself off with. “What wuz that bout, cuz?”

The fat wolf chuckled as he turned to look over at Hubert, his eyes tracing him up and down though, mostly focused on his windsocking pecker. “Ya gots a date with Jo t’night, cuz,” he said as he slowly moved his gaze up to watch the slightly younger wolf start to, “a-hyuck,” and blush.

“I thinks she’s twitterpated with ya.”

“R… really? Jo-sef-een likes me?”

“From the way she sounded, she’s really twitterpated with ya.”

The leaner wolf seemed to start floating in the air, a goofy drooping smile across his face. “She’s jist s’purdy,” he said with a giggle as his thick length started to rise up.

“Ya better calm yerself, cuz,” Bill said, pointing to his cousin’s member, “Ya might be needing that later.”

“Y… ya thinks so,” the other canine replied, his goofy grin managing to somehow get more goofy, “She ain’t like Penelope, is she?”

The fat wolf chuckled and shook his head, “Penelope was an alpha bitch. Alpha bitches don’t want no betas. Yer getting’ yerself a vix’n. They’s much better th’n any alpha bitches.”

“Really,” the dense canine asked, his member still hard. Bill nodded, “Yessir, at least that’s what I dun hear. B’sides, if yaz get hitched, y’ain’t gots t’deal with having pups er kits. She already had one. S’yer ma don’t has t’c’mplain n’more bout how she ain’t gots n’granpups.”

Hubert thought about that for a second. His mother was always complaining about how her three sons hadn’t managed to give her any grandpups. “She always thought my brudders was queer cuz theys talk funny,” he replied, a statement that only made his cousin laugh, “Naw, theys ain’t queer. I knows they ain’t. Bicycle, maybe, but theys ain’t queer.”

“Don’tcha mean bisex-yall?”

Hubert’s comeback made Bill blink a few times. He’d never expected to hear a complex word like that come out of his cousin’s mouth, “Yeah, I think that’s the word, but either way, yer brudders ain’t queer. G’on now, ya gots t’ looks good fer yer date with Jo.”

Hubert’s face started to return to that odd look he’d had earlier, his member standing straight up as he thought about Josephine again.

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Chapter 7: First Date

Hubert was possibly the gayest wolf on the planet. Not in the slang sense of being homosexual, nor in the ironic sense of being in a state of unhappiness or joylessness. He was gay in the original meaning of the word, that of being in a state of happiness or pure joy. He hadn’t felt like that in days because of the breakup with his long time sweetheart, Penelope.

There was a spring in the wolf’s step and a smile on his face that went from ear to ear as his cousin dropped him off at the flower shop about half a block away from the restaurant. He’d paid for a bouquet of a daisies, giving them a long sniff before saying, “I gots me a date! I think Jo’s gonna love this!” That statement had brought a raised eyebrow from the rabbit behind the counter, but before she could ask, Hubert was gone.

Jo was standing outside the restaurant. She was nicely dressed, much more so than before, wearing a yellow sundress that almost blended in with her fur color. She hadn’t waited very long when Hubert walked up. The vixen giggled softly. He was dressed very casually in a pair of jeans and a plaid shirt and holding a bouquet.

Slowly, Hubert made his way over to her. He stammered as he pushed the grouping of flowers towards the vixen, “They…. They…. They….”

Jo gently took the bouquet, smiling warmly before giving them a deep sniff. “They’re lovely, sugar wolf,” the fox said warmly as she held them to her breast. Hubert however, was giggling and “a-hyucking” uncontrollably as he stammered out, “Ya called me sugar wolf.” The vixen smiled softly as she gently reached out to take his hand, “I sure did.”

Hubert’s ears flicked around, almost looking like two radar dishes, while his cheeks flushed red. “Y…. yer real purdy, Jo-sef-een,” the wolf somehow managed to say before reaching out to take her hand. The vixen blushed softly as her palm rested against his. “Why thank ya, shoog,” she said sweetly, “Yer a handsome feller, Hubert.”

The canine seemed to blush even more. “Ya calls me handsome,” he replied before letting out an, “A-hyuck!”

Jo giggled again as she looked him up and down, “Ya ready t’get some grub?”

Hubert’s head nodded, making the wolf look like a bobble head doll, something that made the vixen giggle more as she started to lead him into the restaurant.

To say everyone was surprised to see Jo with a male was the understatement of the century. Almost everyone stopped eating, even the servers gaped and gasped as the two casually walked in. The maître d’hotel stammered several times as he tried to get them to their seats, fumbling the menus in his hands as the rest of the patrons stared openly. A few of them started to mumble to one another as Jo and Hubert slid into the booth while the maître d shoved menus at them before departing.

The whole thing made Jo giggle to herself, but Hubert was a bit confused, “Why’s they lookin’ ats us, Jo-sef-een?” the vixen blushed softly as she turned her head to look at her date, “They’s never seen me with a feller that ain’t my kin before.”

“Ohh,” the wolf replied as he started to stare at the menu. Most of what was on it was predominantly vegetarian since the town was almost entirely prey species. It was a little bit of a shock to the wolf, being from Wolfsberg, which had the exact opposite in population.

“Ya know whatcha want, shoog,” Jo asked softly as she folded her menu. Hubert looked a little confused, probably from all the Italian. “Ya wants t’ get what Iz havin’, sugar wolf,” the vixen said softly, something that only made the canine let out another blushing, “A-hyuck,” that made the fox giggle.

Finally, their waiter approached. The bunny, who was definitely a member of the Springer Battalion, slowly approached them with an air of curiosity before she spoke, “Uhm… can… can I get you anything, Jo? And… uhm… whoever you are?”

The vixen turned her attention away from the wolf, “Can we get two la-san-yas? And two glasses a house wine?”

The rabbit nodded as she slowly started to move away, “Uhm… sure… I’ll make sure it comes right out, Jo.”

The wine came first, though, neither Hubert nor Jo seemed to pay any attention to it. The two were just staring and smiling and blushing at each other from across the table. The vixen’s foot slowly and gently brushed over the wolf’s, making him giggle and, “a-hyuck,” more as he started to pay her a few compliments of, “You’z a purdy foxy, Jo-sef-een,” and, “Iz glads ya likes me.”

Fifteen minutes after the bunny left, another bunny made his way out of the kitchen to slide two plates full of steaming hot lasagna in front of the two. Slowly, the proto-couple began to dig in, their eyes barely leaving each other’s gazes. The two were hungry, though, not necessarily for the food, but for each other.

“Is Bill cumin’ t’pick you up after this,” Jo inquired between bites, her foot gently brushing against his. The wolf blushed softly, “Naw. He tolds me t’call’m when Iz ready t’cum home.”

The vixen giggled softly as she put down her fork, her lasagna finished, “And do ya want t’? Head home I mean.”

Hubert shook his head, “Nuh-uh.”

Jo smiled softly as she reached a hand out to gently stroke the top of his, “I can think of a few places we could go after this.”

The wolf’s ears perked up as he felt his loins stir before letting out another, “A-hyuck!”

The vixen giggled softly as their waiter approached with the check. Jo started to move her hand away, but Hubert stopped her. “Mama told me t’be a gentlewolf. Iz paying fer dese here viddles, Jo-sef-een.”

The way he said it made the fox blush, “All right.”

The wolf reached into his pockets and pulled out a wallet. He opened the small leather money case before pulling out fourty dollars and putting it down on the table. It was enough to cover the meal and the tip. Jo grinned as his hand wrapped around hers, “Ya knows any place we c’n go?”

The vixen leaned in to whisper something into the canine’s ear that about made him fall over with another loud, “A-hyuck,” before recovering enough to almost yank the vixen out of her seat as he rushed out of the restaurant.

Hubert made it about four feet outside the door, poor Jo struggling to keep up and stand on her two feet. She hadn’t expected him to be this strong, but then she realized that he was a farm wolf. Something about that fact seemed to turn her on more and more. “Uh… I jist relized I don’ts know war ya lives, Jo-sef-een,” Hubert said with a blush on his face.

He was an eager wolf, and Jo was an eager vixen, her feet finally able to catch up with the canine before leaning against him. “Just stay with me, shoog,” she cooed softly, slowly guiding the larger mammal down the street.

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Chapter 8: Back Home

Jo guided Hubert down the street. By the time the two had finished their meal and had decided to go home together, the street lights were already on. “War’z yer place, Jo-sef-een,” the wolf asked as he felt her head gently resting against his upper arm, her tail lightly brushing over his. “Jist ‘nother block, shoog,” she churred softly.

Hubert was greatly enjoying the vixen’s attention, so much so that he was wishing that his jeans had a third leg in them. “I likes you, Jo-sef-een. A-hyuck,” the canine replied, the sound of his goofy laughter only kept the vixen smiling, “I likes ya too, Hubert.”

The two started to lean against one another, as they made their way down the last few squares of sidewalk before turning towards a small, one story house. Jo’s home wasn’t much. It had been built in the mid-50s. If the vixen remembered correctly, it had been built for one of the single teachers who’d lived in it until their marriage. It had then been passed from one bachelor to another before Jo had purchased it just over twenty years ago.

She’d done some sprucing up over the years since she’d owned the place, mostly making sure all the siding had been replaced as well as the roof, the floors, andthe carpeting, until it felt like it had been made for her. Slowly, the vixen began to guide the wolf towards the front door, her fingers gently groping his paw.

Jo and Hubert stopped at the front door, the vixen reaching into her pocket to pull out her keys to ease one of them into the bolted lock. She was happy that she’d left the porchlight and the living room lights on as the fox pushed the door open.

The living room was small and easily blended into the kitchen. Both were covered in a wood print linoleum. The only carpeting in there was a small rug that sat under a low table in front of a couch. Behind the table, about a yard away, was an old wooden tv stand with small, ten year old, fifteen inch flat cathode ray TV/VCR/DVD combination. A few tall bookshelves lined the wall, full of movies and books, though a few family photos were there as well. Hubert stared at one of them for a second, his face drooping a little at a handsome fox in an military uniform.

“Wuz dat yer sweetheart, Jo-sef-een,” the wolf asked in a pouty whimper. The vixen giggled, “Naw. That’s jist m’lil boy, Kody. Though, he ain’t lil n’more.”

The canine’s face seemed to immediately light up at her words, almost letting out a sigh of relief before looking at the photo again. “He’s a handsome feller, Jo-sef-een,” he replied before turning his head to look at the vixen, “Whut happened t’his daddy?”

Jo wasn’t sure how to answer that question. She could tell him the whole story, but she didn’t want to ruin their night, so she answered simply, “He ain’t ‘round n’more, shoog.”

“Wuz ya married,” the wolf asked. He was a little dense, but he was also genuinely curious. He was wondering if she really was a Grey or if she married into the family. The fox just shook her head, “No. We never got hitched.”

Hubert slowly nodded, “Oh.”

Jo let out a soft sigh as she slowly started to make her way over to him again, her hand moving to gently take his hand again. “It’s ancient history,” she said softly as Hubert couldn’t help but let out another, “a-hyuck.”

“Besides,” the fox said sweetly, “He wasn’t as sweet as you.”

The wolf kept grinning, his smile moving from ear to ear as he let out another, “A-hyuck,” while his jeans tented more and more. The vixen churred softly as she slowly started to pull Hubert towards the bedroom.

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Chapter 9: A Wolf in Her Bedroom

Jo huffed deeply as she tugged Hubert into the small bedroom. There was a queen sized bed in the middle of the very square space that was set in an old wood frame, the head board pressed snugly against the wall. That’s where the fox was leading the much larger wolf.

Slowly the vixen eased herself down. The height difference between her and the canine was already noticeable when they walked down the street, her head only coming up to his mid forearm, but with her sitting down, her muzzle was squarely halfway between the wolf’s sternum and where his belly button would be if he had one.

Gently, Jo’s hands moved to run down Huber’s chest and slide over his belly, teasing him through his shirt before her fingers danced over his pants. The vixen went to work unbuttoning the top button before pulling down his zipper. The wolf kept blushing and a-hyucking all the time as he stared down at the smaller female. “Yew is much slower den Penelope er even Bill,” he blurted out, not even thinking about what he was saying.

Jo giggled softly. Part of her wasn’t surprised about the last bit for some reason. The whole town knew he was gay, and it wasn’t uncommon to hear that cousins fooled around. His words did make her pause for a moment, as she stared at the curve of his bulging length, easily visible from the now exposed white briefs. It was now or never.

The fox began pulling down Hubert’s underwear along with his jeans, leaning in to see if she could get a good look at what he was packing. Jo hadn’t expected what happened next. When she’d pulled the pure white fabric down almost half way between Hubert’s kneecap and hip, the wolf’s member sprang up, moving at an angle to lightly slap her in the side of her muzzle.

The vixen let out a yip in shock as Hubert’s face turned beat red. “I… Iz sorry, Jo-sef-een,” the wolf whimpered as he reached down to try and pull his pants and underwear back up, but the fox stopped him. A hand reached up to wrap her fingers around his length as her other hand moved to gently cup the canine’s low hanging orb.

Hubert was taken by surprise. He thought she would be angry, but instead, she was stroking him, rolling his family jewels around in her paw. The wolf couldn’t help but moan even more as her small wet nose pressed against his thick pubic pelt, drinking in his scent. “J… Jo-se… Jo-sef-een,” the canine moaned out as his tip began to ooze and leak long strands of pre.

In truth, Jo had never done anything like this before, but in her lonely nights, she had watched several adult films she’d picked up in Zootopia. In the end, she was glad she’d gotten them. She’d learned a great deal from them, things that she had practiced on her toys. Slowly, the vixen dragged her tongue along the male’s length, tasting over his every throbbing inch before lightly lapping over the glands on his tip.

Hubert let out a moaning howl, as his chest heaved up and down. “J…. Jo… Jo-sef-een,” he called out, jaws opening wide as he began to throb more and more. His mind was awash in pleasure as he felt something slick and warm wrap around his member, a moaning suckling sound echoing in the room.

Jo began to bob her head up and down the wolf’s length, or as much as she could. She’d never gotten that one toy all the way down into her throat, and she wasn’t exactly expecting to get Hubert’s in there either. Both hands moved to grip that pulsing, leaking lance, the vixen’s head twisting with every rock of her muzzle. He was much bigger than her toy, the fox realized.

Hubert’s tail flicked around behind him as he started to lean over her, his shaking hands moving to rest on the top of her head. Her fur was soft, velvety to the touch as he encouraged her to take a little more of him inside her muzzle, something the fox did with hesitation. He could feel his tip slipping down into the back of her throat, making her cough and gag before she pulled off.

“W… why’d ya stop, Jo-sef-een,” The wolf asked, his chest still heaving up and down, “Iz s’close.”

Jo panted softly, her own tail flicking and flopping around behind her. “I… I don’t want you to fill my muzzle, Hubert,” the vixen replied with a murring smile. The wolf tilted his head as the fox leaned back, her hands moving to lift up the hem of her sun dress. She wasn’t wearing anything under them.

The canine blinked several times as he spotted something warm and slick and soft and pink between those supple legs. Hubert started to drool as he stared at Jo’s peach while the fox pulled the yellow dress up to the middle of her belly. The vixen smiled as a hand moved down to spread the petals of her rose. “I wants a ya t’fill this up,” she cooed at him, fingers sliding up and down as she felt her own flesh.

Hubert didn’t let out another a-hyuck. The wolf just stared at Jo hungrily as nature began to take over. The gigantic wolf slipped between the vixen’s thighs, his tip poking and prodding over her folds before one strong hand gripped that pulsating length. The canine guided himself into the moaning gasping vulpine, massive strong hands pressing down into the bed as his weight pushed her into the mattress.

Long legs wrapped around Hubert’s hips, hands gripped and groped over the scruff of his neck and his shoulders. Jo was getting everything she wanted right then and there as the wolf pumped her into the bed, her jaws letting out heated, gasping moans and yips of pleasure. “Yes! Oh Gawd! Yes!  Oh Hubert,” the vixen howled and screamed out, her walls gripping the wolf snugly, milking him firmly as his hips crashed into hers.

“J…. J…. Jo-sef-een,” the wolf howled back, his head arching as he slammed in as deep as he could. The fox had already gotten him so riled up that he couldn’t hold it in any longer. If the two had been younger, there may have been a risk of pregnancy as Hubert gave Jo every drop of his seed in a thick burst, but the pair in their mid-fourties had nothing to fear.

When the last shot was fired, the gigantic wolf flopped down on the smaller vixen, his big burly arms wrapping around her tightly. “Oh Jo-sef-een,” he moaned out as his tongue flopped from his muzzle. The vixen had a slightly hard time breathing at first due to his weight and the tightness of his grip, but she managed to say, “Mmm… N… Not s’tight, sugar wolf.”

Hubert blushed softly, his grip loosening as the fox’s paws began to roam up and down his back. “Ya feels s’good, Jo-sef-een,” the wolf moaned softly, “I don’ts want t’leave.”

The vixen giggled as she leaned up to lick over his throat, “Ya don’t have t’, Hubert.” The canine’s face seem to light up more, his member magically springing back to life, making the vulpine let out a long moan. “But yer gonna have’t pull out,” Jo gasped.

“Do I has t’” Hubert pouted as the fox moved her hand up to caress his cheek, “Unless ya don’ts wants t’ see me nekkid.”

The wolf grinned happily as he yanked himself out of Jo, the feeling of his girthy member leaving her body making the vixen moan and gasp. She couldn’t help feel something warm and sticky ooze from between her thighs, something that made the fox smile as she slowly sat back up.

Her fingers gripped the hem of her sundress, yanking the light yellow fabric over her head. Her breasts drooped softly like two overly ripe grapefruits with firm pink nubs poking out of the fur. Hubert just seemed to grin even more as he just about ripped every button off his shirt before stepping out of his pants. “Youz even purdier when yer nekkid, Jo-sef-een,” he called out before shoving his face into her chest, warmly nuzzling over her tits.

Jo giggled softly as one her of her hands moved to warmly stroke over the top of his head, eyes moving between those flicking ears and that wagging tail, “Ya want t’go again, sugar wolf?”

Hubert’s head bobbed up and down so quickly that he was basically motorboating her breasts, making the fox giggle more. “Well, ya gonna have to let go of me, shoog,” she cooed into one ear. Pouting, the wolf pulled himself way, allowing the vixen to slowly roll over onto her belly before she slipped onto her knees.

Jo raised her rump high into the air, her tail flicking away as she spread her legs. Some of the wolf’s seed was still oozing out of her, covering her supple rose in a warm white frosting. Hubert gave her a lusty, hungry look again as he slipped in behind her. Strong shaky hands reached up to grip the vixen’s hips as the canine began to pant. “I… I loves ya, Jo-sef-een,” he moaned out as he slipped back inside her.

The wolf didn’t know his own strength as he began to buck and thrust wildly, but the fox could have cared less. She was far too lost in the feeling of Hubert inside her, feeling a male slowly move upon her back and mate her as if she was in heat again. For as much as she had hated Chris for using her, she had actually enjoyed the feeling of him inside her, even if it had only been for one night. There was something about feeling a male atop her, claiming her, that drove the vixen wild, and being under this wolf made her feel twenty years younger.

Howls and yips filled the bedroom as hips clapped against each other, bodies pressed together, hands caressed, groped, and held onto one another. Hubert claimed Jo over and over again, moving from one position to the next; cowgirl, canine, missionary, reverse cowgirl, and on and on as the wolf filled the vixen’s body full of his seed again and again until the two exhaustedly fell asleep in each other’s arms, their juices pooling around their own thighs and soaking into the sheets.

Bill Blake slowly rolled out of bed, his hand moving to scratch over his wide belly while his jaws let out a mighty yawn. The wolf lapped his lips as he slowly eyed the time. It was only six, but he needed to be at the Sheriff’s office by seven. Groggily, the canine wandered naked through his house, heading straight for the kitchen for a cup of coffee.

Only half awake, Bill walked past the spare bedroom where Hubert had packed up his things. At first, he didn’t notice his cousin’s absence, not until the second cup of at least. Slowly, Bill came to the realization that the other wolf had spent the rest of the night over at Josephine Grey’s house. The fat wolf started to slowly chuckle as a smirk formed on his muzzle.

“I shudda known it might lead t’that,” he said before taking a sip of the steamy light brown liquid, “Theys fell head over tails fer eachudder th’minute theys spotted one ‘nother.”

Bill figured it would be rude to call over there right now. The two were probably still passed out asleep. “I wunder how Aunt Evie’ll r’act t’ this, hell, I wunder whut Kody and Gideon will think,” he mumbled to himself before making his way into his bathroom to turn on the shower.

The wolf waited to call Josephine until around nine that morning, though she didn’t answer her phone until almost ten. Bill had a guess at what the vixen and his cousin were up to. It wasn’t like he hadn’t partaken in any morning delight before with Gideon or any of his previous beaus. He couldn’t help but let out a slight chuckle when she finally picked up. “Hey Bill,” the chipper sounding fox cooed over the phone.

“Iz Hubert thar withcha,” the wolf inquired with a chuckle, “I ain’t sees him atall t’day.”

There was a long pause and a giggle before she replied, “He sure is. Ya wants’m t’cum home?”

Bill swore he heard a cute little whimper come from behind her, but he just laughed, “Naw. He don’t have t’. In fact, if he wants t’ stay witcha, I don’t mind.”

There as another long, silent pause on the other end. “Ya sure bout that, Bill,” Jo asked, a hint of happiness in her voice. The wolf nodded his head, “Iz sure. Ya c’n c’mover ‘n pick up his thangs at lunch if ya wants.”

There was some giggling on the other end of the line before the vixen replied, “We’ll b’over at elevn.”

“I’ll sees ya then,” Bill said before hanging up the phone to chuckle, “Thems to luv birds is in fer a rull treat once theys meets Aunt Evie.”

The wolf shook his head as he started to shuffle some paperwork back and forth to look like he was doing something on yet another slow day. Part of him wondered how his aunt would react to Hubert and Jo. Something told him that she wouldn’t take to kindly to it, at least not at first. Evie was a little bit backwards thinking, being an alpha bitch she still had a bit of a pack mentality left over from way back when. Truth be told, Bill’s mother was the same way, though, not to the level of her sister. The canine just shrugged his shoulders as he tried to kill time.

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Chapter 10: Boyfriend?

Kody didn’t visit his mother as regularly as he used to, mostly because RJ kept him very busy on weekends. He had managed to work out a deal with her that they’d go visit his mother every two weeks or so. The last time he and RJ had visited though, had been interesting. Jo had brought up the subject of her looking for a husband. It wasn’t the first time she’d brought it up, and each time he’d supported her, but he hadn’t known any foxes in her age range.

There had been something unusual over the last few months though. She wasn’t usually broken up about him not visiting every weekend anymore, previous conversations had lasted about an hour just so they could catch up, but lately, those calls had lasted maybe five minutes. Kody was a little curious to know what was going on, so he decided that he’d call and tell his mother they’d be visiting that weekend.

Jo lay in bed, her body completely stripped of all clothing. Her mind was still in a far-off place of pure bliss from the love making that had just finished. The vixen’s chest rose and fell against Hubert’s cheeks, the wolf having pulled out to slide in beside her so he could nuzzle over her breasts. A warm pool of mixed juices leaked from between the fox’s thighs as her tail seemed to stay completely still, only the tip lightly twitching as she came down from her high.

Jo was only half way returned to reality when the phone on her nightstand began to chirp. The fox reached her hand out, trying to move Hubert as little as she could while her paws groped for the device. Her fingers brushed over the plastic rectangle, wrapping around it to pull it to her ear as she pressed the talk button.

“H… Hello,” the fox said with a shuddering voice, not really expecting anyone to call on a Thursday evening.

“Mom,” a voice churred out. Jo’s face flushed, realizing that the phone call was coming from her son who had managed to unknowingly call her after a very intimate moment. “K… Kody! H… How are you, sugar fox,” she stammered between breaths as she tried to calm herself down.

“I’m good. How are you?”

“I… I’m ‘ll right, shoog,” Jo replied with a shudder, a little embarrassed by her own wavering voice. The last time they’d had a long talk or even a visit had been almost six months ago, the weekend before she’d met Hubert. She’d been so caught up with her handsome wolf that she hadn’t gotten around to talking with her son about her new relationship.

“I wanted to see if it would be ok if we came to visit this weekend,” the tod churred, “I know we haven’t gotten to visit for a while.”

“S… sure, sugar fox. I don’t see why not,” the vixen panted softly, “I… I’ve got… We’ve got a lot to talk about.”

“Oh,” her son said with an air of curiosity, “What’s been going on, mom?”

“I… uhm… I found someone,” Jo giggled softly as she started to stroke over Hubert’s head while looking down at him, “A real sweetie.”

The wolf gave her a goofy grin followed by an a-hyuck and, “Ya calls me sweetie.”

“Who was that?”

“Uhm… that was… Hubert, sugar fox,” the vixen churred softly.

Kody blinked a few times as he realized what he’d just done. His mother’s voice had been a little quivering and stuttering. There was another male’s voice. He’d called her right after she and this guy, this Hubert, had just had sex. “Uh… m… mom,” the tod began to stammer, “did… did I call at a bad time?”

Part of him was imagining his mother naked with another fox. It was a weird thought to say the least. He had seen her mostly nude before, but imagining her on her back with another fox atop her made him shudder a little. There were days where he hated having an active imagination.

“M… maybe a little, shoog,” Jo answered, “But I’d love fer ya’n RJ to come over this week’nd. I thinks y’ll likes Hubert.”

“S… sure mom,” Kody replied, “I’ll… see you guys this weekend.”

“See ya, sugar fox.”

Kody pressed the disconnect button while still in a state of shock. He was still holding onto the phone when RJ moved in behind him, her arms wrapping around her fiancée’s middle while she nuzzled his neck. “What’s wrong,” the raccoon asked as her hands moved up and down the tod’s belly through his shirt.

“Uhm… Jo… mom…. Has… has a boyfriend,” the fox replied slowly as his mind tried to process what he’d just learned, “a… uh… serious boyfriend.”

The sow raccoon giggled, “And ya don’ts like it? A lil jealous?”

Kody shook his head, “It… it’s not that. It’s jist… It’s jist a lil weird, ya know? I know she’s talked about it, but…”

His fiancée cut him off, “Havin’ a hard time seein‘er with summon other than yer dad?”

“I never met my dad.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Y… yeah. I guess it’s hard for me to picture her with anyone.”

The raccoon nodded as she nosed his neck, “I know. I had the same problem when my mom remarried. But the important thing is, are you happy for her?”

Kody blushed a little as he started to think on it more. It was strange to think about her with someone, but at the same time, he was happy at the idea. Maybe he might actually get a father out of all this. “Yes,” the tod said softly, “I am happy mom found someone.”

“Good,” RJ said as she reached a hand down to brush over the front of his jeans, “I’m happy that master’s happy.”

Her words and her touch made him blush deeply, “I love it when you call me that. Well. That and Great Fox.”

RJ giggled, “And does the Great Fox wish t’njoy his raccoon?”

A bulge was forming in his pants as Kody slowly turned around, “You know it.” He leaned in to whisper something into her ear that made RJ shudder, her tail flick around. “Mmm… as you wish, master.”

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Chapter 11: Kody and Hubert

Even though Kody had been prepared to meet his mother’s boyfriend, he had been expecting Hubert to be a fox. When he’d pulled up into the driveway with RJ at his side, he was more than surprised to see a gigantic, tall wolf with a pot belly standing next to her. His fiancée giggled as she looked over at his perked ears, “Expecting a fox?”

The tod nodded his head, “Yeah.” His response only made the raccoon giggle more as he came to the realization that he was reacting the same way Mike and Helen had when he’d told them that RJ was a raccoon, the same way that RJ’s family had reacted when they’d met him, though, RJ’s brother Gregg had been very intrigued about it.

Kody let out a light chuckle as he pressed the unlatch button on the seatbelt. “If mama likes him, then I guess I do,” he said with a smile. “That’s the spirit, master,” the sow raccoon giggled softly as she made her husband-to-be blush.

Hubert looked over at Jo, a mask of concern on his face. “Jo-sef-een. D’ya think yer lil boy’ll like me,” the wolf whined, making himself look more like a sad puppy than a grown adult. The vixen giggled softly as she leaned up on her tiptoes to give him a peck on the cheek, “Awh, sugar wolf. Course he’ll likes ya. Yer a sweetie.”

The fox’s words made Hubert blush and let out an a-hyuck, before continuing with, “I loves yew, Jo-sef-een.”

“I loves ya too, sugar wolf,” she replied with another kiss that only made the wolf seem to melt more as she watched her son and his fiancée make their way up the driveway.

“Mom,” Kody cried out with a smile, waving over at her with one hand while his other held onto RJ’s. The elder fox smiled back, her arms opening wide only to wrap around her son. She pulled him in close for a warm hug, “Mmm… It’s s’good t’sees ya, sugar fox.”

Mother and son broke off the embrace only for her to hug her daughter-in-law. Hubert and Kody stared at one another, heads moving up and down to size each other up before the fox pushed out his hand. “I’m Jo’s son, Kody,” he said, expecting a handshake, but what he got was surprising.

The tubby, gigantic wolf grabbed wrapped two massive arms around him, bringing the younger tod in for the hardest bear hug he’d ever had in his life, and Kody had been hugged by bears. “I knows who ya is, Kody,” he said while the fox wriggled and writhed against the firm embrace, “Ya don’t has t’be s’formal with me.”

“Can’t… breathe!”

Jo giggled as she tapped Hubert’s shoulder, “Not s’hard, shoog.”

Hubert blushed as he let go, causing Kody to crash down onto the ground. “Iz sorry, Jo-sef-een. I jist don’t knows m’own strenth,” the wolf said submissively before looking down at his girlfriend’s son, “Iz sorry, Kody.”

The younger fox was panting and gasping for air, trying to say, “It’s all right,” but failing to do so at first. His fiancée was giggling a little as she moved over to give Hubert a hug. “I’m RJ,” she churred softly as Hubert gave her a less strong hug.

“It’s nice t’meetcha, Arr-Jay,” the canine said with a smile, “Is you his sweetheart?”

“I’m his fiancée.”

“Fee-on-say?”

Jo giggled as she moved over to her big wolf, “It means theys gettin’ hitched, sugar wolf.”

Hubert gave the vixen a goofy grin as he nodded, “I sees.”

RJ broke the hug to help Kody up onto his feet. “It’s… nice to meet you, Hubert,” the tod finally said after recovering his wind, wondering if he had any broken ribs, but nothing hurt.

“Iz happy t’finally meet you, Kodie,” the wolf said with a big grin, “yer maw’s told me lots boutcha.”

The fox nodded his head as he smiled, “That’s good.”

“I’m proud t’be yer new daddy.”

Jo’s face flushed completely. RJ’s eyebrows raised. Kody, however, was completely confused.

“Wait. What?”

“Did I say summin wrong,” Hubert asked as he looked over at Jo. He wasn’t the only one. Everyone’s attention seemed to be turning towards the old vixen. Jo slowly shook her head, “Naw, shoog. I jist… well… I kinda fergot t’tell Kody bout us.”

“Y… ya got married,” her son said in disbelief as he looked over and up at Hubert. Jo nodded softly as she stuck out her paw. Kody hadn’t noticed the ring on her finger until now. He looked at it in surprise.

“W… when did you,” he started to ask, but Jo answered for him, “Last week. I… I’m sorry I didn’t tell ya about what was going on, Kody.”

“Did you have a ceremony,” RJ butted in as she eyed the ring on her soon to be mother-in-law’s finger. The vixen shook her head, “Not yet. We got hitched at the courthouse, but we haven’t talked about nothin’ formal yet.”

Hubert smiled a goofy smile, “I wants us t’have a big ol’ weddin’! We jist ain’t figgered out when we’s gonna have it yet!”

Jo giggled softly, “We was thinkin’ bout holding it next month. But we’re not sure if that’s too soon.”

Her son was still in a bit of shock as he looked between his mother, his new father, and then over at his fiancée. “I… don’t think it would be too soon,” he finally managed to stammer out, “I’m sure Gideon, Aunt Jeane, and Uncle Josh can make it.” There was a slight pause, as Kody asked, “Are… did you take his last name?”

The vixen giggled, “I did.” She looked at her son, “Are ya gonna change yers too?”

Kody thought about it for a second. “I… I’m not sure, mom,” he replied, “I jist got used t’being Kody Grey.”

Jo smiled, “Ya don’t has t’change it if ya don’t wants t’.”

Hubert added, “Iz still yer daddy even if ya don’t wanna be called Kody Hemming.”

RJ giggled softly, “Richard wants’im t’ change it t’ Grey-Rowan.”

The tod chuckled, the vixen giggled, the raccoon giggled, but the wolf looked confused. “Who’s Richard,” he asked as Jo took her husband’s hand, “I’ll splain it t’ya inside, sugar wolf.”

Slowly, all four of them slipped inside the house.

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Chapter 12: Mama Wolf

Evie Hemming sat in the living room of her small farm house, the one she’d raised three male pups; Wilber, Bart, and Hubert. Her first two sons had been a bit of a disappointment to her.

The lie about country folk was that they were all simpletons, not knowing how to read and write or not being well read. There were some that fell into that category, but for the most part, they were well read. Not having good tv reception allowed for a great deal of reading, mostly works of classic literature including religious texts as well as fiction and non-fiction alike. Evie herself had read War and Peace six times. Unfortunately for her, her sons bought into the fantasy of country bumpkins so much so that they looked down not only on her, but on their entire family.

So far, neither Wilber nor Bart had managed to get married, something that Evie figured was based on their attitudes. Bart had gone about calling himself Bartholomew to sound more sophisticated, but that was only because Wilber had started calling himself Wilberforce for the same reason. The old wolf shook her head from side to side. Hubert had been the closest to getting married, but Evie could tell that Penelope was a lost cause from the day she laid eyes upon her.

Penelope had been much younger than her youngest son, a good ten years younger. The motherly wolf knew that the young alpha was just using him as a stopgap until she found someone else, something that made Evie furious. She hadn’t been surprised at all that Penelope would break Hubert’s heart, though, she wasn’t prepared for the damage he’d been able to do.

Unfortunately for Hubert, Evie’s husband, George, had a hard time letting go of a grudge, even if it’s from his own kin. She’d sent her boy away so he could calm down, and that had been six months ago. She’d meant to keep in contact with him, but every time she tried, the two alpha wolves would get in an argument.

Evie had just about given up on trying to call her son again, when the phone started to ring. The old canine grabbed the handle on the old rotary phone and held it up to her ear. “Hello,” she asked, hoping it was Hubert and not one of the other two.

“MAMA,” a happy voice cried out over the phone, “Iz sorry I ain’t called you, mama. Iz jist been s’busy.”

“HUBERT,” Evie screamed, a happy grin on her face, “Oh Hubert! I’m sorry I ain’t called ya. Iz s’happy to hear you!”

“Mama! I mets a gal,” Hubert said happily, the joy clear in his voice.

“Oh,” the wolf asked as her ears perked up, “ya did? She ain’t like Penelope is she?”

“Naw, mama. She’s my age! And she’s purdy.”

Evie’s ears flattened a little, “Has she been treatin’ ya right?”

There was an a-hyuck that made his mother scowl a little. “She’s been treatin’ me right, mama. She’s s’sweet! I loves her s’much,” her son said in a dreamy tone. The old wolf was skeptical, though more so in a protective sense, “Oh?”

“I do, mama! Wez been t’gether fer six months! And it’s s’wonderful.”

“Six… months,” his mother blinked. He found a new girlfriend that quick? “What’s her name, Hubey?”

“Jo-sef-een,” the dreamy tone said again. It sounded like he was floating in air.

“And she’s yer age?”

“Yes, mama.”

“S’ ya’ll can’t has no pups.”

“I knows it, mama, but she’s already had pups. She’s gots a really nice boy named Kody. He’s a pilot!”

Evie’s ears flattened against her head. She’d wanted her son to have pups, not inherit someone else’s pups, but from the sound of it, whoever this Josephine was, she was miles ahead of Penelope. “Ya said she’s purdy?”

“She sure is, mama. She’s s’purdy’n’sweet.”

“Is she an alpha?”

“Naw, mama. She ain’t no alpha.”

Evie let out a sigh of relief. The problem was alpha-beta relationships were different from alpha-alpha relationships. Where alpha-alpha would keep each other in check, alpha-beta always meant that the alpha would take advantage of the beta. “That’s good, sweetie. Do you want me to come visit? I’d like to meet yer new wolf girl.”

“Sure mama, but Jo-sef-een ain’t n’wolf. She’s a fox.”

His mother’s eyes just about popped out of their sockets. He could mean one of two things; either he was joking and he was calling Josephine a foxy female, or her son had really just fallen in love with a fox. “Yer sayin’ she’s purdy like a fox?”

“Naw, mama. She is a fox.”

Her son fell in love with a fox! The alpha bitch’s nerves started to fire off left and right. The pack was in trouble. Part of the old wolf felt like this vixen was taking advantage of her son. Another part told her that this vixen was putting the entire pack in jeopardy. A final part was happy that her son had found someone that he loved and it sounded like she loved him too, but that part was quickly silenced by the other two voices.

“I’m coming tomorrow,” she said gruffly before hanging up the phone, slamming it down. Her husband, George poked his head into the living room. “What the hell did Hubert want,” he growled, still sore about what happened six months later.

“HUBERT’S FALLEN FOR A FOX,” Evie snarled out.

“A fox?”

“Yes! A fox! I don’t want my boy fallin’ fer no fox! They’s trouble!”

George rolled his eyes, “Can’t be more trouble than that Penelope bitch. She been treating him right?”

“From the sound of it, yes.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“She’s taking advantage of him! She’s gonna pawn off her kit onto our boy. I’m leavin’ tomorrow to stop this at once!”

“If yer going, I’m going too. I wants t’meet her.”

“Ain’tcha gots chores?”

“They can wait.”

Hubert looked over at Jo as she sat in the living room with Kody and RJ. “Mama’s comin’ t’visit t’marrah,” he said with a smile before sliding back into his seat.

“Oh,” Jo asked curiously as she looked at her husband, “I thought we were going to go see her.”

“Naw, she wants t’come here. I thinks she likes ya, Jo-sef-een,” the wolf replied with big smile, though something told everyone at the table that it might not be the case.

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Chapter 13: Guess Who’s Coming to Brunch

Jo was the first to wake up the next morning, her wolf husband curled tightly up behind her as he held her close to him like she was some kind of giant plush toy. The closeness made the vixen giggle softly as she began to wiggle out of his grip. RJ and Kody had gone to the only hotel in the area, which meant it would just be Jo and Hubert there until his parents showed up.

The vixen was just about to step in the shower when those strong arms returned to wander over her form, making the old fox churr and murr softly. “We sh’d get cleaned up, Hubert,” she whispered softly as she felt something long and hard poking against her.

“C’n we shower t’gether, Jo,” the wolf murred deeply as he rested his chin on the top of her heard, his hands moving up to lightly cup her breasts, “I loves showerin’ with ya.” The vixen churred and moaned softly as she started to grind back against him, “I like showering with you too.”

Slowly, the vixen pulled the wolf into the running water, feeling it caress over her body and then his.

Evie had been stewing the whole train ride over while she sat next to her husband. The old alpha had insisted they take the earliest train, the 5:50, which got into Bunnyburrow Station at 8:00. She was growling almost the whole time.

The canine didn’t like the idea of her son marrying a fox. They weren’t pack animals at all. They were always loaners or in small family groups. Wolves lived for family. “She’s takin’ vangtage of Hubert,” she mumbled to herself as she wiggled around in her seat.

George, however, kept rolling his eyes. “Sounds like he’s th’one takin’ vantage of her. She’s already gots a kit, so he don’t have t’go through all the sleepless nights n’diapers.” His wife growled, “You know Hubert ain’t so bright.”

“I know firsthand,” he growled back, “He don’t know how strong he is neather.”

Evie huffed and crossed her arms as she kept brooding, the sound of the train all around her.

Kody was groaning and smiling up at RJ. The sow raccoon was sitting on his lap, the two enjoying some morning delight together in the thralls of soon-to-be-marrital relations. Both the fox and his fiancée were churring hotly as hands and fingers groped out at one another while dragging along soft fur. They were still in their hotel room, the two planning on heading back to the tod’s parent’s house as soon as they finished fulfilling their own carnal desires.

The previous evening had been filled with discussion on whether or not either of them actually liked Hubert and the surprise that his mother had managed to get married. In the end, they both agreed that the wolf was probably the best option. Not long after, the lovemaking began, followed by deep slumber, only for it to resume anew at the feel of something stiff and hard poking into RJ’s lower back.

Two cries of pleasure filled the room, only to be silenced by a deep, passionate kiss. Since RJ and Kody announced their marriage plans, the two had long since discarded the idea of protection. Neither of them knew what exactly would happen if Kody’s seed actually took, but it wasn’t as though they didn’t like the idea of having a kit together.

RJ’s body slumped forwards, her chest pressing against her husband-to-be’s pecs as his pawns moved to stroke up and down her soft back fur. “Mm… Does master wishta go again,” she giggled softly while her hands moved to caress over his cheek. Her fiancée groaned hotly, still buried inside her, but slowly softening, “I would, but I think we should get ready to visit mom and Hubert.”

The raccoon giggled and teased, “Y’ain’t gonna call him daddy?”

Kody’s face flushed a little as he chuckled, “N… not yet. I’m… I’m still getting used to the idea.”

RJ smiled as she gave him a peck on the lips before rolling off her tod, “Mmm… It’s llright, master. It’s only been a day.”

The fox smiled as he slowly rolled over onto his side, a hand moving to gently stroke over the sow raccoon’s belly, “Yeah. I’m sure I’ll call him that, eventually.” His fiancée grinned as she rolled onto her side, a paw moving to give his rump a grope, “Oh, I’m sure ya will too.”

The tod stuck his tongue out at her, only to receive a quick lick from her own tongue. “Ya ferget yer wife’s a kinky girl,” she said with a playful wink before rolling over and sliding out of bed. “We sh’d gets showered. Don’t wants t’stank fer yer ma’n’pa,” RJ cooed as she slowly started to make her way towards the bathroom.

Kody chuckled, “Ladies first.”

Jo and Hubert’s shower lasted longer than the two had expected. The usual fifteen minutes dragged into almost a half hour as they surrendered to each other’s desires. Of course, once that was concluded, the happily married couple began to actually clean each other up. It was always easier to shower with two rather than just one, especially since the extra pairs of hands could get to the harder to reach places. They’d just about finished drying off when a knock came from the door.

Bill had been sitting nude in Gideon Grey’s kitchen sipping on coffee when his phone started to ring. Slowly, the fat old wolf stood up and made his way over to the khaki pants casually draped over one chair. He wasn’t expecting any calls, so when he saw it was his aunt calling, he was a bit surprised.

“Aunt Evie,” Bill started to say, but the alpha cut him off, “BILLY! WHERE’S YER COUSIN!”

The volume of noise coming across the phone made him pull the phone away from his ear. “Whatcha mean, Aunt Evie,” the canine asked, “What’s going on?”

“I’m lookin’ fer Hubert! I tolds’im Iz coming to visit, but he ain’t at yer house’n neither is you.”

“Oh. Uhm… He’s been staying with Jo Grey.”

“WHAT!”

“Ya needs her address, Aunt Evie?”

“Ya betcher hide I do!”

The tone in Evie’s voice made him start to worry, but he was dealing with an alpha bitch looking for her pup, something that Bill didn’t want to get between. “Sure I do, Aunt Evie. She’s at 17 Carrot Road. Ya takes main to 10th Street, take a left,” he stared to tell the wolf, but she cut him off once again, “I gots a cab, pup! I don’ts need yer dye-wreck-sons.”

Bill didn’t get another word in as Evie disconnected the call. The wolf snorted, “This ain’t good.” He looked down at his phone as he searched through his contacts for his cousin’s number, hoping he would pick up.

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Chapter 14: Meeting the In-Laws

Kody and RJ had cleaned up, the tod slipping into a green flannel shirt and a pair of jeans while his fiancée slipped into a plaid shirt that was tied in a knot between her breasts and a pair of jean shorts. The two smiled at one another as they held hands, the happy couple sharing a warm kiss before heading out of their hotel room, down the stairs leading to the first story, and out the door towards Kody’s Jeeves.

The fox and raccoon probably could have walked to Jo’s house, but it would be faster to drive. It was Sunday after all, so the streets were vacant. Most people were either at church or sleeping in or sleeping in to go to the later sermon. As the two turned down 10th Street and onto Carrot Road, the two noticed a yellow painted taxi pulling out of the driveway in front of Jo’s house.

Kody and RJ looked at one another for a second, both of them wearing an expression of curiosity and concern.

“We’ll be right there,” Jo cried out as she quickly slipped into one of her sundresses. Hubert, however, was struggling to get into his plaid shirt and overalls, making the vixen giggle softly as she made her way out of their bedroom. The fox closed the door, making sure her husband had some privacy while he changed, only to make her way to the front door, slowly opening it.

Jo was a bit surprised at who she saw. There were two wolves standing there. One dressed almost exactly like Hubert, though a red plaid shirt instead of the blue one her husband was struggling to put on. It was easy to tell that he was Hubert’s sire. Overall, he was gray, though his muzzle was streaked almost to the eyes with white. The other wolf was a female in a blue sundress with white polka dots. She was standing right next to her husband, her ears flicking around as her dark grey fur seemed to stand on end.

“H… Hello,” the vixen said sweetly, though her own reddish-yellow fur was starting to stand on end from nervousness. Foxes and wolves had a long history of not getting along, and part of her, deep down, was frightened, if not intimidated, even though she was married to a wolf.

“Where’s my Hubert,” the alpha bitch growled, making the fox lean back, her ears flattening against her head. “He’s… just inside,” Jo replied as her tail started to fold under her, slipping between her legs. The other wolf reached out to grab his wife and pull her away.

“Iz sorry, bout dat. M’wife jist gits all pertecktive a her boys,” he said calmly before putting out his hand, “Iz George Hemmin’n dis ‘ere’s m’wife, Evie. Wez Hubert’s momma’n’daddy.”

The vixen was still quivering a little as she put her hand out to take his, “N… nice… nice t’finly meetcha, M… Mister’n’Missus Hemmin’.”

Jo was happy that neither of them had noticed the ring on her finger, though, she probably guessed that the two would assume it would be from a previous marriage. She slowly started to retreat back into the house, making room for her in-laws when she noticed her son’s car pulling up into the driveway. There was a small sigh of relief, that was more audible than she’d hoped.

“Watterya lookin’ at,” Evie growled before turning her own gaze towards the car. Her husband followed her gaze as she saw a gigantic fox and a raccoon slide out of the car. The wolves blinked a few times at the inter-species couple heading towards them.

Evie had never seen a fox that big before. He was tall and muscular, though with a bit of pudge on his belly. He was easily taller than Josephine, maybe an inch or so shorter than Hubert, and Hubert had been short for a wolf.

“Is everything all right, mom,” the little wolf said, his eyes moving between Evie, George, and his mother.

“Everything’s,” the vixen started to say, only to be interrupted by her husband, Hubert, who moved in behind Jo, a big smile on his face, “Mama! Daddy! Iz didn’t thinks ya’d b’here s’early! And Kody! Arr-Jay! Looks likes wez gots th’ole famly here!”

George and Evie appraised the fox and raccoon. Evie had expected the fox to be younger than he really was, then again, she’d stopped listening to her son right after he told her that his new sweetheart already had a kit. George, who hadn’t been privy to the conversation, smiled before shoving out his hand, “George Hemmin’.”

The little wolf smiled as he took the other male’s hand, giving it a firm handshake, “Kody Grey.” The elder wolf grinned, “Strong grip ya gots there. Tall too. Ya half wolf?”

Kody shook his head, “No, sir.”

“Sir,” the wolf grinned, “yer ma taughtcha right. Don’t meet many who say that. Ya sures y’ain’t gots any wolf in ya?”

“I don’t think so,” the younger fox said as he slowly broke the handshake while his fiancée stepped forwards, “This is my fiancée, RJ.”

The raccoon held out her hand to the wolf, feeling him give her a firm handshake, “It’s nice t’meetcha.”

George smiled as he looked down at her, “Well ain’t you jist da cutest lil thang.”

RJ giggled softly, “Why thanks you.”

The old wolf smiled, “Y’makes won cute cupple.”

“Thank you, sir,” Kody replied as the tension seemed to melt a little, only for it to return anew as Evie growled, “Iz we gonna jist stand out here?”

Jo backed away from the door, pressing into Hubert, “C… come in. Please. Come in. I’ll make some coffee.”

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Chapter 15: Jo versus Evie

The three wolves, two foxes, and one raccoon sat around the living room, all of them slowly sipping on coffee. Evie was eyeing Jo, who was holding onto Hubert’s hand tightly, while Kody and RJ and George looked between the others. Hubert was the only one in the entire room that was smiling his goofy grin as he looked at his parents.

“It’s s’nice t’sees ya mama’n’daddy,” He said as his smile seemed to widen more, “Iddn’t Jo-sef-een as purdy as I tolds ya?”

The vixen blushed as George nodded, but Evie scowled. “S’tell me, Jo-sef-een,” the wolf bitch said as she took a sip of coffee, “Iz ya a family fox?”

Jo nodded slowly as she took a sip, “Yes’m. I loves family. Always wanted wonna m’own.”

“Y’ever been married b’fore,” the wolf continued, still giving Jo the stink eye as she looked over at Kody. The vixen seemed to wiggle a bit uncomfortably as she answered, “No.”

Evie huffed, “So yer kits a bastard?”

George snarled at his wife, “Evie!”

Jo nodded softly as she teared up a little, “He… He refused t’marry me.”

Hubert gripped his wife’s hand tightly, “But that don’t matter none, mama. Jo loves famly.”

“But she ain’t a wolf,” Evie growled at her son, but he wouldn’t budge, “I knows mama, but I loves Jo-sef-een. She never wants t’hurt me, like Penelope.”

The vixen started to lean into her husband, her tail wrapping around his waist. The mother wolf kept growling as she looked over at her grandtod, “And yer okay with Kody marryin’ a coon?”

Hubert blinked, “RJ’s a nice coon, mama. She’s ‘lmost’s sweet as Jo-sef-een.”

RJ smiled as Kody gently groped her hand, but the mother wolf wasn’t satisfied. “And what do you do, Josephine? How’re ya gonna support my boy?”

The question made her a little uncomfortable but she answered anyway, “I used to pose fer pictures, but I don’ts do that much n’more. But I knows most errybody here. There’s lotsa farmers who want t’hire Hubert already.”

Evie let out another snort before glaring at her. “That tain’t a plan t’live,” the bitch snarled, but George put a hand on his wife’s shoulder, quieting her for a second. “Hubert, ma’s just worried boutcha. She wants t’know if y’ll be ‘llright, y’know, be able t’pay d’mortgage’n’bills,” he started to say when his son cut him off, “Daddy, there ain’ts no mortgage on th’ouse. Jo-sef-een owns it.”

The two wolves blinked. “She… owns it,” they seemed to say almost in time with each other. Hubert and Jo nodded softly. “Yes, I’ve owned it fer twenty years,” Jo said softly, “I take a job erry now and again whenever I needs to pad m’savings.”

George and Evie looked at one another, both of them in a bit of shock. Slowly, Evie turned her head to look at the elder fox, “And ya can’take care of my boy?”

Jo nodded, “I can.”

Hubert giggled and let out an a-hyuck before stating, “Oh, she sure can, mama.”

The old bitch raised an eyebrow as the vixen blushed deeply while George let out a chuckle. “I don’t has any prollems with it,” the elder male said as he smiled, “Ya twos gonna get hitched?”

Hubert and Jo looked at each other, giving one another loving looks, “We already is.”

George and Evie’s eyes almost popped out of their head. “What?”

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Chapter 16: Old Fashioned Wedding

Hubert and Jo stared at each other, the two holding hands as they recited their vows. They’d already been married in the eyes of the law, but now it was time for them to be married in the eyes of God and all their friends and family.

Everyone was there; Joshua, Jeane, Gideon, Kody, RJ, Bill, Evie, and George. Bart and Wilbur were there as well, though the two seemed to keep their distance from everyone. Even the Rowans had showed up, which had been a nice surprise. Richard had even volunteered to give Jo away, something that the vixen had happily accepted.

Slowly, the two finished reciting the words, and the pastor ended the ceremony with, “You may now kiss the bride.”

Hubert leaned in, pressing his lips to hers as Josephine Annabel Grey Hemming tossed her arms around her husband’s neck, her tail flicking around. Not even thinking about it, the fox tossed her bouquet over her shoulder, the dozen flowers floating in the air above the crowd.

Gideon had ended up sitting next to a lovely red fox named, Victoria Rowan. He’d learned that she was his cousin. Sort of. She would have been his cousin if her uncle had married his aunt. The two had idly chatted some, he’d even told her to come visit his pie shop, something that her grandsire had told her about a few times.

At the moment though, the two foxes were watching the bouquet arching up in the air, everyone’s eyes focusing on where it would land. The whole room already knew that Kody was marrying RJ, and according to tradition, or was it superstition, whoever caught the bride’s bouquet would be married next.

No one seemed to move as the flowers hit the apex of their arch and slowly began to fall down. It tumbled end over end in a slow flight. A few hands moved to grab it, but no one was able to catch it as the flowers landed on Gideon and Tori’s laps. The tod and vixen blinked as they looked down at the bouquet, then over to each other, both of them blushing hotly.

Mike and Helen had watched the whole thing, their eyes perking up as Gideon and Tori looked at one another with a few goofy smiles. Mike thought about saying something, but neither Tori nor Gideon were related. Maybe it would be nice to finally have a Grey in the family after all.

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