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Bradley McGregor could barely contain his excitement. It had been an entire year since he had last seen Tori, his vixen babysitter who had turned into his sex partner after a few days of being alone with him. Bradley thought back to that magical time a year ago. He closed his eyes, thinking about the red vixen's velvety, soft fur pressed up against his body as the two of them made love, over and over. The passion had been unreal; greater than anything the young wolf had ever experienced in his entire life. Until he met Tori, he'd only enjoyed the empty feeling of pawing off when he wanted to experience orgasm, but doing the real thing proved far more enjoyable. The comparison could be measured in light years. Now, here it was a year later and the thirteen year old wolf could scarce think of anything else but making love to her again and again, and with his parents leaving that afternoon for another two week vacation, he would once again get his chance to be with her.

That would have to wait a few more hours. At the moment, Bradley was sitting around the kitchen table having breakfast with his parents. His father, Martin couldn't help but notice his son's cheerful disposition. "You're certainly looking forward to having Tori over again, aren't you, boy?"

Bradley smiled as he buttered a piece of toast. "Oh yeah! Tori and I had lots of fun last year! You should have been there to see the fight, Dad! I remember when Tori, Chris and I were jumping up and down when McCallister knocked out Talmidge in the last seconds of the twelfth round! I just knew he'd do it!"

Martin chuckled. "I've seen the replays on YouTube, boy. I have to admit, I'm not sure if I could have knocked out that McCallister when I was champ. He's the toughest I've ever seen."

"Nah," said Bradley, before shoveling the entire piece of toast into his mouth. "I bet I could kick his ass!"

"Bradley!" snapped Mrs. McGregor. "You watch your language, and don't talk with you mouth full! I swear, you act like a barbarian!"

"Sorry," said Bradley after he'd swallowed. He smiled inwardly, thinking about how much he wanted to be a barbarian in bed with Tori again.

"So, where all are you guys going in Australia?" asked Bradley.

"We're going to Sydney, Melbourne, Perth, and then we're going to spend an entire week on the island of Tasmania," said Martin, opening a jar of strawberry jelly.

"Awesome," uttered Bradley. "I wish I could go with you."

"We'll bring you back something nice," assured Mrs. McGregor.

"Really? Okay, how about bringing me back a female dingo to be my love slave?"

"Bradley!" snapped Mrs. McGregor for the second time that morning. "Stop being so vulgar! I've taught you better than that!"

"Oh, go easy on the boy, Julia. He's just full of hormones," argued Martin.

"Dad's right," agreed Bradley. "And if you bring me back that female dingo, I'll definitely make that whore moan."

"Bradley!" shouted Julia. "That's enough!"

"Sorry, Mom," said the young wolf, who tried desperately not to laugh. He looked over at his father, seeing him cover his mouth to try and hide his amusement at the joke.

After breakfast, Julia McGregor ordered Bradley to go around the house and make sure that everything was clean, tidy and presentable for Tori's arrival. Bradley didn't need any urging to make sure everything looked nice for the girl he'd lost his virginity to. He'd been looking forward to this days for weeks. Still, this wasn't the quickest task in the world since the McGregors lived in a very large house. The young wolf collected all the trash, ran the vacuum cleaner, scrubbed the toilets, and without being told, he placed two mints on the pillow in Tori's guest room. Everything was in place and perfect. Mrs. McGregor even complimented her son on a job well done.

"Very nice," said Julia. "I certainly hope that Tori and her little guest will enjoy themselves here."

Bradley gave his mother a confused look. "Little guest?"

"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. Tori had a baby a few months ago, so I hope you don't mind having a little one in the house."

Bradley was stunned. He didn't know what to think about Tori's having a baby. He had never been around babies that much, but he didn't particularly mind them either. Oh well, he thought to himself. It would be worth it, if only to spend time with Tori again.

"Yeah . . . um . . . not a problem, Mom."

"I appreciate your being so understanding," said Julia as she gave her son a kiss on the cheek.

Martin came out of his bedroom with the luggage underneath his arms. The former undisputed heavyweight champion of boxing found his wife's insistence on bringing so much with them tedious. Dropping the luggage on the floor, he flopped down on his recliner.

"Good Lord, Julia," he said, trying to catch his breath. "Do you really need to bring everything we own with you?"

"Oh, don't be so hyperbolic, Martin. A lady never knows when she might need something. It never hurts to do a little over packing."

"Tell that to my lower back," grumbled her husband.

As Martin rubbed his soar back, the doorbell rang and Bradley's undivided attention was now directed at Tori's arrival. His heart fluttered, anxious to see the lovely vixen once more. Slicking his head fur back, he composed himself before opening the door wide.

"Hi Tori!" exclaimed the young wolf.

"Hi, Bradley," said Tori, holding a little bundle in her arms.

"So, this is the baby, huh?" asked Bradley. He moved in for a closer examination of the baby, but he hadn't prepared himself for what he was about to see. He had assumed that the baby would be a red fox, like it's mother, but the baby only had patches of red fur, the rest was mixed in with patches of gray fur that looked very similar to his own coat. The little cub whimpered as he saw Bradley delicately put his paw on his head, stroking the pointed ears.

"Tori," said Julia. "Please, come in. Oh, let me see the baby!"

Mrs. McGregor hurried over to see Tori's new baby. The vixen relinquished possession of the young cub to the she-wolf, who wasted no time in "oohing" and "Awwwing" it. With his back still bothering him, Martin walked over to get his first view of the baby.

"My, he's sure a cute little guy!" said the male wolf. "What's his name?"

"Martin," said Tori, smiling at the former boxing champion. "I wanted to give him a good, strong, masculine name."

"Then you chose a good one!" said Martin, beaming with pride.

Martin and Julia continued doting over the baby, all the while Bradley felt lost in a haze. He felt some strange connection to the cub, but what could it be? He'd spent the past few weeks telling himself that he'd be elated to see Tori, but here she was with a baby, and he was simply confused.

"Oh," said Martin, looking at his Rolex watch. "Honey, we'd better get going or we're going to miss our flight!"

"You three behave yourselves," said Julia as she followed her husband out the door. "Bradley, get your butt over here and give me a hug!"

The young wolf ran over and hugged his Mom. He gave her a big kiss before waving good-bye and shutting the front door. Turning around, he had some questions he wished to ask Tori.

"Um . . . so, how have you been?" he asked awkwardly.

"Pretty good," said Tori. The vixen then put little Martin down on the ground and watched him crawl around. "I've had my paws full since having Martin."

Bradley watched the little cub crawl around on the floor of the living room. He could feel the connection between himself and the cub growing stronger, but he still couldn't place it.

"My Dad seemed pretty pleased that you named your baby after him," said Bradley.

"Well," said Tori, walking over to Bradley. "It's not uncommon for mothers to name their children after the father, or in this case, the grandfather."

"Grandfather?" repeated Bradley. "What are you . . ." and then, the realization hit him like an anvil. "OH MY GOD!!!" The young wolf felt light-headed and stumbled around. Tori, not wanting Bradley to step on little Martin, grabbed a hold of him and escorted him to the couch.

"Bradley," she said, wiping her paw across his forehead. "Are you okay?"

"No," groaned the wolf. "Only this morning I was hoping to get back in bed with you when you showed up, now you're telling me that, that I'm . . . a father!"

"Sorry to dump that on you," said the vixen. "But yeah, you're a father now."

Bradley, laying on his back, looked over to his side and saw little Martin crawling towards him. The little cub giggled as he was picked up by his mother and placed on Bradley's stomach. Bradley stared in complete shock at the cub, his cub!

"I think he likes you," said Tori.

"Wonderful," said the wolf as he put his paws over his face. "A month from now I'll be fourteen and I'll get to have my son at my birthday party!"

"Don't you get mad at him!" snapped Tori, who promptly picked up little Martin. "It's not his fault!"

"Why couldn't it have been Chris that got you pregnant?" moaned Bradley.

Tori's jaw dropped. With little Martin in one arm, she took her left paw and gave Bradley a harsh slap across the face. Bradley sat up on the couch in time to see Tori running with little Martin into her guest room. The vixen was sobbing uncontrollably.

"Tori!" shouted the wolf. "I'm sorry! Come back! Come . . ." he stopped calling out to her. Flopping back down on the couch, he put his paws over his face, wondering how he could possibly fix this horrible situation.

Fully aware of the fact that he had hurt Tori, Bradley waited several hours before knocking on the vixen's bedroom door. By this time the shock of Tori's news had worn off, and Bradley was prepared to deal with the siutation properly.

"Tori?" he said softly after knocking on the door.

"Come in," said the vixen. Bradley opened the door and saw Tori breast feeding little Martin. The vixen made no attempt to cover herself, seeing as how Bradley had seen much more of her than that.

"Sorry if I'm interrupting," said Bradley apologetically.

"It's okay," said Tori flatly. "It's his feeding time."

Bradley watched as the cub suckled away at his mother's breasts. The baby occasionally opened his eyes in between sucklings, and it was then that Bradley saw his eyes.

"Wow," said Bradley. "He's . . . he's got my eyes!" Tori looked over at Bradley, the hurt was still very visible to the young wolf. He sighed, hanging his head low.

"Tori . . . I'm so sorry for what I said to you out in the living room. It's just . . . I don't know. It's a lot to deal with, I guess."

"You don't have to tell me it's a lot to deal with," said the vixen. "I don't know how I'm going to go through college, work, and take care of little Martin."

"Can't your parents help you?" asked Bradley.

"They weren't too crazy to find out that I was having a child out of wedlock," said the vixen. "My Dad barely speaks to me anymore, and my Mom is stressed out all the time trying to help me out."

"I'm sorry," said Bradley. "You deserve better than that."

"I didn't want to tell them who the father was, because I was worried that I would ruin your life," said Tori as she started to cry once more. "That's why I didn't tell your Mom and Dad that little Martin is their grandson!"

Bradley took little Martin and placed him on the bed. He couldn't bare to see Tori so upset, feeling so helpless. Carefully, he put his arms around the vixen and held her tight. He didn't want to let her go.

"I'm here for you, Tori," said Bradley as he brushed at her head fur. "And . . . I love you."

Tori broke their hug and looked into the wolf's eyes. "I love you too, Bradley!" she said, sobbing once more. "And I forgive you!"

Bradley smiled as he felt a tear run down his cheek. He looked over at little Martin, who was giggling and crawling around on the bed. Grinning, he broke their hug and picked up the cub. "And I love this little guy too! I love my son!"

Tori was elated at the sight of Bradley picking up little Martin and holding him high in the air. The little cub squeaked and giggled at the attention he was being given. Bradley brought him down and held him close to his chest.

"He is adorable," remarked the wolf. "So, I guess he's a . . ."

"Folf," said Tori. "Our son is a folf."

"Our son," repeated Bradley as he stroked little Martin's ears. "I like the sound of that."

"So, where does this leave us?" asked Tori as she took hold of Bradley's paw.

"When my parents get back, I'm going to tell them the truth. I'm going to tell them that you and I got together last summer, and that produced little Martin."

"How do you think they'll react?" asked Tori.

"Oh, I know Mom is going to freak out. Dad will probably just give me a dirty look before lecturing me about being responsible. Whatever they do, I'll deal with it."

"Thanks," said Tori.

"And I'm going to tell them that I want you to live with us," said Bradley. "I'm not going to have the mother of my son out on the streets or living in some housing project."

"You're . . . you're serious about that?" asked Tori, hardly able to believe his words.

"I am," said Bradley. "Tori, if I was eighteen, I would be asking you to marry me right now, but I'm underage, so that's out of the question for now."

"Ask me," said Tori.

"Ask you?"

"Yes," said the vixen. "Ask me the question."

"Okay," said Bradley as he got down on one knee. "Tori, will you marry me?"

"Yes!" said the vixen before hugging the wolf once more. "Yes, I'll marry you!"

Bradley had never been so happy in all of his life. He picked up little Martin once again, put moved his nose away from the little folf. "Peeyew! He stinks!"

"He needs changed," said Tori.

"Um, how do you change him?"

Tori looked mildly amused at the question. "You want to know how to change him?"

"Well, if I'm going to be a father I guess I should start acting like one, don't you?" asked the wolf.

"Okay," said the vixen, grabbing the diaper bag she had brought. "Follow me!"

Bradley spent the rest of the afternoon learning about childcare. After washing his paws for several minutes following his son's diaper change, he learned how to properly hold him, feed him, how to know when he needed a nap. It was a lot to take in, but Bradley was determined to be a good father to his son.

"Phew!" said the wolf as Tori put little Martin in his crib for the night. "I don't know how you manage!"

"It's hard," said Tori, and then took hold of Bradley's paw. "But I think I'll be okay since Martin's father has been so helpful." The vixen then planted a kiss on Bradley's cheek, causing him to blush.

"I try," joked the wolf.

The couple walked out to the living room, both tired from the day's activities, but there was still some energy left for them to burn up. Tori tugged at Bradley's paw, wanting him to take her into his room. Grinning, the wolf gleefully complied. The couple set on Bradley's bed and embraced in a long, sensual kiss before breaking it.

"So," said Bradley. "You . . . you in the mood?"

"Yeah," said Tori. "But I brought something we have to use this time."

Bradley watched as Tori pulled a single condom from her pocket. Grinning, the wolf took hold of it.

"Good idea," said Bradley. "We don't need another one just yet."

"Not yet," said Tori, who was already busy removing her clothes. "But I'd like to have more when you're older."

"Me too," agreed Bradley as he stripped away his clothes. The couple came together in a tender embrace, with Tori slowly lying down on her back. It had been a year since they were last intimate, and the vixen quickly noticed that Bradley looked far more like an adult than the previous year. He'd grown a few inches in height and had gotten wider from working out. The vixen felt his warm, wet tongue raked across her face, tasting her, loving her. She licked up at Bradley's face as he opened the condom wrapper and awkwardly placed the prophylactic over his hardened wolf member. With the latex shield covering him, he slowly entered Tori's folds, feeling her vaginal walls against his cock. She wasn't as tight as last year, but Bradley knew that she would be loose after having a baby, and he didn't care. Last year was just sex, but today was real, genuine love-making.

Bradley moved his member in and out of the vixen, causing her to whimper and moan. She begged him to give her more. Pinning her arms to the bed, the wolf fucked away, wanting to feel the unreal, euphoric sensation of orgasm with someone he loved. He moved his head down and the two hungrily licked and kissed at each other, all the while the wolf's thrusts kept coming, inching ever closer to climax.

"Please . . . give me more, Bradley!" shouted the vixen.

Bradley gave her more and more--everything he had. He gritted his teeth as he felt his climax near. With a final thrust, he came, and just in time to coincide with Tori's own orgasm. Spent, the wolf continued to lay on top of his vixen fiance. She looked up at him. Her face the picture of tranquility and contentment.

"I've been waiting so long for that," whispered the vixen.

"Me too," said Bradley, and then rolled off the vixen, only to find her head resting on his chest. He put his arm around her, wanting her to never leave him again. And if he had his way, she would be at his side for the rest of his life.