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Danny had worked at the Grist Brothers Steel Company for three years. He had been married to Sara just as long.

He would often wonder if he had the strength to pull his weight along with the other guys. Of course, after three years of hauling, he became a decently built young hare. Sara never disapproved.

Still, compared to the bears and wolves that surrounded him, Danny struggled for respect on a weekly basis. He did his best to let the barbs roll off his back, but he could never bring himself to make his own. He was sure that was what kept him distant from the others; he was too nice.

"Don't forget to pin those ears back, Rabbit," Thomas, a large gray wolf, said one day. "One o' these hooks will come by and yank ya right over to that melting pot. We'll have a whole stack of buck tooth lupine girders."

"It's lapine," Danny muttered under a wave of laughter.

He tried not to let it get to him. It was a job, and he had to do it. At least until he and Sara could save up enough to get a house of their own. Then maybe they could finally start a family. Sometimes it was just the vision of that modest home, just outside the city limits--children on his knees as they sat out on the porch and looked over a sea of tall grass--that got him through those long days.

The money wasn't coming in as much as they had hoped, and eventually Sara found work at the Kennet Laundromat with her older sister Suzanne. To help add to the taunts, Sara had to take Danny's car during the day, dropping him off in the mornings and picking him up at night. Danny never stuck around too long after work, but it was a time-honored tradition for most of the guys to hang around outside until they could decide what bar to head to. When Sara pulled up that first time, Danny kept his head down as he walked to the car.

"Damn!" Thomas whistled. "Danny, you got a hot butler!"

Danny tensed at Thomas's taunt and moreso at his wording. But he smirked back at his coworkers and hopped into the passenger seat.

"I gotta get a new job," he said to Sara. She was looking past him to the crowd of mangy-furred brutes under the yellow light.

"Quite a tough gang you got there."

"Yeah, loads of fun. Can we just get out of here?"

The next day, Thomas wouldn't let him leave so easy.

"Hey, Danny. You gonna introduce us to your old lady?"

Danny nodded toward the approaching vehicle.

"Yeah, that's Sara."

"What? That ain't no innerduction. Where were you raised, boy? Bring 'er out. We wanna see what Danny-boy's been bangin'!"

The gathered workers fumed laughter. Once Sara parked the car, Danny gulped and walked around to the driver's side. Sara rolled down the window.

"Did you want to drive?" she said.

"The guys want to meet you," Danny said softly. He gulped and shifted his eyes. "Just wave or something, I guess."

Sara looked over, but Thomas was already lumbering over to the car. He didn't regard Danny, pushing him back as he wedged between the two hares.

"I'm Thomas, ma'am." The wolf took off his dusty red gloves and held a scruffy gray paw down to the open window. Sara gave him her slim brown paw and Thomas held it in his.

"Sara," she said. "It's nice to meet you, Thomas."

"I just wanted to be properly innerduced. Danny's worked here three years now, and he's never mentioned what a beautiful woman he's been keepin'. I can kinda see why now. You wouldn't want a bunch o' us males pantin' all over ya."

Thomas chortled like a bashful hick. He looked back at Danny and ruffled Danny's headfur. Danny's brief smile fell away as soon as Thomas turned back to Sara.

"You take care o' him, now," Thomas said. "He's a real delicate flower, you know."

They smiled to one another, and Sara seemed to shrink in her seat. Thomas patted his bulky gray paws on the edge of the door and stepped back. Danny got in on the passenger side and shut the door. As they drove away, Sara waved back to Thomas, still smiling.

"What was that?" Danny asked.

"What was what?"

"That giddy look in your eyes."

Sara looked at her husband. Danny tried to soften up his expression. It wasn't easy though; Sara hadn't looked like that since he proposed to her.

"No reason," she said. "He's just a funny looking wolf. I've always thought wolves were...funny."

They spent the rest of the drive in silence. Danny let the occurrence nag at him until suppertime. With a little food in his belly, his mood improved. He even made playful advances, but Sara said she was too tired.

"You should invite some of your friends over sometime," Sara said one night. "We could have dinner together or something."

"What friends?"

"Your coworkers."

"Those aren't friends. They're...necessary evils."

"You should be more friendly," she said, swatting Danny with a dry cloth. "Not so grouchy."

"You don't want those guys in our home. Why don't we just find a nice craft group or something?"

"A craft group?" Sara looked at Danny with wide stunned eyes. Then she groaned and looked up to the ceiling. "Oh, you're so boring!"

"Well, who am I gonna invite? Thomas?"

"Yeah, or whoever. It would just be a nice gesture, you know?"

"That wolf would crush our floors with his own weight."

Sara looked away.

"He's a brute. They all are! It would be like inviting a bunch of feral footsoldiers over. We won't have anything left."

"Fine," she said. "Just invite Thomas then. We'll do them one at a time."

The first snow fell heavy that year. One cold afternoon, as Danny was getting ready to leave the factory, he was stopped by his foreman, Mr. Arzul, a jagged old cougar that looked too beat to smile. Danny followed Mr. Arzul into his office and sat down.

"How are things at home?" he asked.

"Fine." Danny shook his head. He was sure his confusion showed through on his face.

"You're married?"

"Uh, yes. Three years now."

"Got any children?"

"Uh, no." Danny tried to swallow but there was a lump in his throat.

"The company heads have asked me to let a few people go. I'd rather keep everyone where they are, but I can only pull so many strings."

Danny sat in awkward silence. Was he supposed to say something?

"I'm not going to let you go just yet," Mr. Arzul said. "But I have to warn you that I've been watching your team, and right now, you're the weak link. This is the best I can do for you, Daniel. Consider it a warning. If you work harder over the next month, who knows."

"Yes," Danny said. His head was pounding. "Thank you, Sir."

"Yeah, well. You're a good worker. Just push it a little harder."

"Yes, of course. I will. Thank you."

Mr. Arzul nodded at Danny and shuffled through the papers on his desk. Danny stood up and moved to the door.

"Oh, Mr. Arzul," Danny said, his paw on the door handle. "Would you like to come over for dinner? My wife has been wanting to meet you, and I..."

The cougar interrupted with a weighty sigh.

"I can't. I have to stay here and file all this away."

"Right." Danny looked down as he turned the handle. "Well, maybe some other time then."

As he walked down the dark hallway, Danny felt as though his body was fading into nothing. His head was floating and his heart was pounding somewhere distant. When he finally felt the cold winter air, he didn't even process that it was his car waiting by the door, the engine gurgling and fog drifting up from the front and back. Thomas was leaning his big mangy head through the open window on the driver's side. He was showing off all his orange teeth, and Sara was giggling.

Thomas stormed over to the wolf and shot his paw to the door latch. Thomas stumbled backward, holding his paws in the air.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sara said. She wasn't giggling anymore.

"I'm driving," he said and swung the door open.

"Like hell you are! Apologize to Thomas."

"Excuse me?" Danny chuffed.

"Hey now," Thomas said, moving up to where Danny stood. Danny had to look up; His nose came to the wolf's chest. "Nothing to get upset over, little rabbit guy. Sara just invited me over for spaghetti."

"You did what?" Danny's voice went as high as a steam whistle, and both Thomas and Sara laughed at him.

"Calm down, Dan," Sara said, giving her husband a stern look. "Remember, you wanted to be nice to your friends?"

Dan did not remember this, but he found himself standing helplessly between them. He looked to Thomas and then to Sara. It was so cold, he could see his breath. Danny side-stepped around the hood. When he pulled the latch on the passenger's side door, Thomas interrupted:

"Hell no," he said, treading his giant boots through the snow to where Danny stood. "You gotta get in the back. No way I'm fittin' back there."

Thomas ended up pushing his seat back so far that Danny had to sit sideways, with his feet on the back seat. As they drove, Thomas lounged in front, even kicking his broad foot up on the dash. Sara laughed at Thomas's crude jokes all the way back to the apartment. When they stopped, Thomas got out of the car without shifting his seat back and Danny had to struggle to turn himself around.

"Need some help there, little rabbit?"

"I'm not a rabbit!" Danny growled and kicked the passenger seat forward on its track. When he got out, he stretched his back and regained his composure. "I'm a hare. There's a difference, you know."

Inside, Danny and Thomas sat at the table. Normally Danny would be happy to help his wife with dinner, but while she prepared the spaghetti, all he could do was brood in silence. He hoped she would see his unease, but Thomas stole all of her attention.

"You're a dancer, aren't you?" he asked.

"Who me?" Sara giggled. "Hardly."

"No, you got the legs for it."

"How can you tell?" Sara looked down at her blue sweatpants. She always wore them in the winter.

"Here." Thomas got up and kneeled down by Sara and rolled her pantleg up over her calf. Danny jumped to attention and stared as the wolf moved his callused pawpads over Sara's leg.

"You have to have just the right amount of muscle in your thighs."

Danny's heart skipped in his chest. With one paw, Thomas pulled Sara's pantleg up high enough that the fabric bunched up around her crotch. His other paw squeezed at the back of her thigh. Sara gasped and laughed as though she were being tickled. She leaned forward and clutched the side of the stove.

"Yeah, you could definitely move with these legs," Thomas said, eyeing Sara's thigh up and down with a hungry daze. Danny wanted to say something, but nothing came. He was about to try anyway when Sara, looking a little flushed, lifted her leg away from Thomas and rolled the pantleg back.

"I'm not a dancer. Hares just have strong legs."

"Well, you should think about it," Thomas said, standing up slowly until he was just behind Sara. He kept his giant paws at Sara's slender waist. "You've got a great body. Maybe I could show you a couple moves, hmm?"

"You know how to dance?" Sara laughed.

"I know some dances. Mostly horizontal though."

"Oh, get away," Sara said, waving her paws at Thomas's chest. "You're awful!"

Thomas cackled and fell back in his chair.

"Hey, why don't you guys have any kids? I thought rabbits were always fuckin'!"

Sara laughed. "Well, we were planning on it, but..."

"Say no more!" Thomas said and turned his head to Danny. "My cousin was in a bulldozer accident. Took a dive into a quarry. Now he can only shoot blanks. I know how it goes."

"What?" Danny said, shocked. "I don't shoot b-b-b--"

"Hey, it's all right. If you don't got it, you don't got it. Now, my pups? Ain't no problem there, bunny. Aggressive sons o' bitches, ya know? I gotta keep a rubber on at all times or you'd see little wolf pups poppin' outta the woodwork."

"Real pleasant dinner conversation," Danny said. "I'm so glad you could come by, Thomas."

"Oh, hush," Sara said, setting a plate of steaming spaghetti and meatballs in front of Thomas. "Do you have kids then, Thomas?"

"Damn, that looks good! Uh, yeah. I got a few."

"What are their names?" Sara brought another plate over, and Danny sat back. But the plate wasn't for him; Sara sat down and started digging a fork into the noodles, listening intently to Thomas.

"Oh, I dunno," Thomas said through a muzzle of food. "I think there's a Johnny and a...Gloria or somethin'. No kiddin', Sara, you know how to feed a guy!"

Danny went to the kitchen and fixed his own plate. He didn't feel too hungry though, and just scooped out an obligatory spoonful. Thomas finished his plate in a matter of seconds and asked for more, which Sara happily served.

After dinner, Danny twirled a fork through cold noodles and listened as Sara asked Thomas about his past, his family, what he used to do as a pup. Thomas relished the interview, bragging of the time he dragged up two of his friends from the bottom of Bertrand Lake or the entire month he went without sleep to stay with his grandmother on her death bed. And then there was his father, gunned down by an entire police force over a promise he kept to his best friend.

"He knew they were gonna misunderstand if they found that money, but to my old man, an oath is an oath. Or was, anyway..."

"Aww." Sara put both paws over Thomas's. "That's so admirable."

Thomas kept his eyes lowered. He sniffed, and Danny rolled his eyes.

"Well, maybe we should start getting you back, Thomas," Danny said and shifted in his seat.

"No, Danny," Sara said. "It's too late. There's snow on the road. He can stay here."

"Oh, I couldn't put you out like that," Thomas said.

"No problem at all. I don't work tomorrow. Danny can just drive you to the factory when he goes in."

"Well, if ya don't mind," Thomas said, leaning back in his seat some more. "Thanks, guys. I really appreciate that. You wouldn't happen to have any more of that spaghetti in there, would ya?"

After Thomas had his third helping, the three of them sat on the couch and watched television. Danny started catching himself falling asleep, but he stayed, curled up on the end of the couch as Thomas and Sara laughed and talked about all their likes and dislikes. Danny lost more and more focus, and before long, Sara was tapping him on the shoulder and dragging him to bed.

When he woke alone in his bed, he hardly knew how he had gotten there. He looked at the time; it was two in the morning. He strained his ears, but couldn't hear the television or any voices. He slipped out from the covers and tiptoed to the door. He put his long ear to the door jamb but still nothing. Except...there was a small mechanical noise. Like one of the creaky machines from the factory. Danny opened the door slowly and stepped out. The television flashed dark blue colors over the shadowy living room, but there was no sound. Danny looked to the couch, but no one was sitting in it. What happened? He wondered. Did they just leave?

That's when he heard it: the breathing. Soft grunts and gasps kept the beat, and Danny saw dark shapes shifting along the length of the couch. Realization fell over Danny just as Sara sat up. He dropped to a crouch and folded his ears back, watching from the shadows as Sara sat straight, her hips bucking over Thomas's crotch, those dancer's thighs flexing on either side of his furry barrel chest. Danny had seen the motions so often from a different angle--his wife sitting up to ride him, bringing both paws to her ears to push them from her panting muzzle and lustful eyes--he had never imagined he would see her doing it from a distance. With another animal.

Thomas's great paws gripped Sara's hips. He lay there, grinning up at her as she rode his cock. It was such a thick one too; Danny watched its wet girth stretch his wife's lips wider than they had ever been before. Just when he was trying to envision how far up inside it was plunging, Danny heard Sara gasp. He looked back up to her face, and she was looking right at him. He gulped and was prepared to stand up and respond, but he was frozen; she just kept on riding him. Danny and Sara--husband and wife--locked eyes, but Sara's eyes were filled with a dreamy happiness. The corners of her muzzle curled and her whiskers twitched, fanning down and up as she bucked another male.

"Mmm," she moaned, licking her lips slowly. "You are so big, Thomas. That cock is just splitting me open. So deep. So deep."

Thomas grunted and followed Sara's gaze to see Danny crouching in the shadows.

"Heh," he said, quickening his pace. "Come 'ere, 'n gimme those hot tits again, bunny bitch."

Sara yelped softly and bounced over the big wolf, almost vibrating in her pace as her soft paws pushed against Thomas's chest. She whimpered and let her ears fall back as she lowered herself, dangling her plump breasts before Thomas's maw. The wolf wrapped his arms around Sara's back and sucked on her nipple with a sloppy hunger. Danny could see those sharp teeth so close to the breast he had treasured as his own for so many years, but he just sank more into himself and watched.

"These'll be so much more fun to suck when they've got milk in 'em!" Thomas growled and went back to sucking and nibbling over Sara's breasts.

"Yes!" Sara cried, cupping the back of Thomas's head to her. "Milk for your babies. Oh, God! Milk for our babies! Fuck me, Thomas. Please. Fill me up with your cum. Give me all that wolfy seed!"

Danny bit his tongue. Babies? The wolf was trying to impregnate his wife, but Danny couldn't even move. They knew he was there. They were knowingly making love in front of him, on the couch he had bought for his wife. They had had so many happy nights on it before, but they had never--

"Shit yeah, cream all over my cock! Lube me up, bitch! I'm gonna fill you so full o' seed, you won't have enough milk in those jugs to feed my litter. That's it, ride me, bunny bitch. I'm gonna keep you pregnant and suck your tits dry for years to come. Take it! Take it, you fucking slut!"

Thomas's words became growls, and Sara cried as she tried to keep the wolf's rhythm. His slick pole thrust in and out more now, and Danny watched the wetness drip over Thomas's damp fur. His full balls churned between his rugged thighs, and the wolf grabbed Sara's shoulders and bared his teeth at her as he growled deeply and plunged himself into her as far as he could. Sara shook and chittered as Thomas filled her with semen.

It was a long time past their afterglow, that Danny felt he could move again. Even then, he half-stood and stepped back toward the bedroom. Sara had been resting her head on Thomas's heaving chest when she looked over at her husband.

"Going back to bed?" she asked.

"I was...yeah." The nonchalant tone of Sara's voice brought a lump to Danny's throat. It was too hard to speak now. He watched his wife kiss at Thomas's chest. The wolf had his arms behind his head and he grinned down at her. They looked at one another and Sara giggled and planted a kiss on the wolf's muzzle. Danny turned and walked back to the bedroom door.

"Oh, Danny?"

Danny stopped, but he didn't turn.

"You can take the car tomorrow."

"Why?" he asked, his voice breaking even on such a small word.

"We're both gonna take sick days."

Danny heard more giggling and kissing. He closed the door behind him without another word. He got back under the covers and curled up, feeling sick himself. He didn't sleep much, just wondered what had happened and what was happening. The longer he thought about it, he wondered if they were doing it again. They didn't care if he had a problem with it or not. They were making babies. Thomas was going to father pups in his wife. Then he was going to drink his wife's milk. And he'd do it as often as he pleased, and she'd stay pregnant. Again and again and again.

For a while, Danny didn't talk to anyone after that night. He just moped through work and meals. Thomas told everyone at work what he had done, and from that point, when Danny would get picked up from work, he'd curl up in the backseat and Thomas would dive into the front and feel Sara up as she drove away. She was pregnant with his pups, and bragged about it to everybody. Suzanne would come over and they would try on maternity dresses and joke around about what a wolf-hare baby would look like and what good names might be.

Danny knew he was in danger of losing his job, but he couldn't seem to pull himself out of his funk to do anything about it. One day, Mr. Arzul came to address the crew, and he was sure it was over for him.

"Most of you already know," he told them. "But I'll be leaving at the end of the week. It's been a good run, but I've found greener pastures up north. I'm sure you'll be in better paws with Thomas though. He's been here long enough that he knows what he's doing. Or at least he better."

As the workers laughed, Danny looked at Thomas, standing tall with his muscled arms crossed before his chest. He looked at Danny and smirked. Danny shied away.

Mr. Arzul transferred out and Thomas took his office right away. It was a big party zone for a while, most of the workers lounging around and trashing the place with soda cans and cum-stained magazines. But soon Thomas equipped his managerial pride like second-nature: he was the alpha wolf now.

"Boss wants to see you in his office," one of the workers told Danny one day.

Danny frowned and slinked toward Thomas's office. The wolf was leaning back in his chair, his big feet crossed over the corner of the wooden desk. He was looking at a pack of papers that he was holding in one paw.

"Sit down, Daniel. How's Sara?" he asked, peering over the papers.

"Fine."

"Pups aren't keepin' 'er up all night, kickin' or anything, are they?"

"I don't...think so, no."

"Good. I know I've had some feisty litters in the past." Thomas moved his feet to the floor and sat straight, shuffling through the papers in his paws. "I just got word from corporate that we need to make some cuts. It looks like you were down at the bottom in productivity here."

"Don't do this to me," Danny said softly. His heart was rising in his chest.

"I'd rather not have to," Thomas said. "But I gotta do what the big beasts say."

"How can you do this? You know Sara's going to have...your children. Don't you want them to be taken care of?"

"Of course I do, and I'm sure you'll take care of 'em just fine. Just..."

"Just what?"

"She'll need someone with enough time to look after the kids. You know, clean up, change diapers, keep 'em quiet while we screw, that sorta thing."

"I..."

"But I'll still need your services during my day."

"What?"

"I'm a big wolf. I need to fuck. All day long behind this desk? I wouldn't mind a nice bunny face to fuck now and then. Or maybe we could loosen up that tight bunny butt of yours."

"Fuck you," Danny whimpered.

"Now, now," Thomas said, setting the papers aside and walking around to pet between Danny's ears. "I'll keep you on the payroll, but we'll just have to change your title."

"I'm not doing that." Danny was frozen under his new boss's paw. His voice was quivering whenever he spoke.

"Of course you can. It'll be good to save up, as many pups as I'll be giving your little lady. Gotta pay for all those diapers, right?"

Thomas pushed down more on Danny's head so he couldn't even turn it. He only heard the zipper go down beside him.

"There we go," Thomas cooed. Danny smelled the wolf's musk before Thomas pressed the fat sheath against the hare's cheek. "Give it a lick, bunny boy. Kiss it all over like your little bitch wife likes to do."

Danny clenched his jaws tight and gulped down a narrow throat. He looked over at the bulging sheath and hanging eggs, both packed with wolf seed. Thomas turned Danny's head and held it with both paws so he could smash his musky sheath against Danny's muzzle.

Thomas started humping against Danny's lips until his cock grew against them, parting them as he forced his cock in. Danny parted his jaws as he tried to back away, and Thomas stuffed his cock in the hare's muzzle.

"Suck on that," Thomas said, curling over Danny's head. "Gonna fuck your throat."

Danny gagged and struggled to breathe. His paws clutched at Thomas's legs and the wolf's cock just plunged in, forcing its way down Danny's throat. Danny could barely hear the wolf gruffing above him as he fucked his fat cock in and out. Tears streamed down Danny's puffed-out cheeks uncontrollably as his throat was stretched and used. His heart was pounding and he could barely feel Thomas's paws clutching the back of his head, locking him to his crotch. Finally, when Danny felt nearest to fainting, the wolf stopped, but only after shoving Danny's head into the fur of his crotch so that he couldn't breathe at all. Danny gripped Thomas's thighs for a few seconds but they grew too weak and he just sat there, helpless as the wolf flooded his belly with seed.

Once he could breathe again, Danny felt bloated. Traces of semen remained on his lips and chin, and he gently wiped it off with a trembling paw.

"That'll do just fine," Thomas said as he zipped up and walked back around to his seat. "I think we can find something for ya. Why don't ya come in tomorrow mornin' 'round nine? You can keep your regular hours till the babies come. Then we'll need ya to spend more time at home."

Danny staggered out of the office, rubbing his aching jaw and throat. He left the factory right then without saying a word to anybody. He wasn't sure he'd be able to if he wanted to.

Over the following months, Danny spent his days at Thomas's disposal. He learned how to please the big wolf, knowing just how to lick and suck his meat. Thomas also loosened up his tight bunny butt and began taking Danny from behind whenever he felt the urge.

When Sara went into labor, Thomas was nowhere to be found. Danny helped with the delivery and held all eight pups in his arms. He surprised himself that he couldn't stop grinning at all their cute stunted ears and long muzzles. Even their tails were halfway between the length of a hare and a wolf. As days went by, and Danny stayed home with the litter, he couldn't resist falling into the habit of calling them his "little wabbits", not even noticing his own word usage.

Danny took to caring for the children of his wife and lover, and often stayed in the living room, playing with them as their real parents made love in the master bedroom. Many times the pups would look toward the noise of the bed banging against the wall, and Danny would have to hold them and pet their bellies and say, "It's OK. That's just Mommy and Daddy making more brothers and sisters for you to play with."

And then usually Danny would end up laying on the couch, surrounded by full and sleepy wolf-hare babies. And he'd drift away listening to the endless squeaking of the bed he and his wife Sara had once shared.