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Beatrice groaned; her day had been going from somewhat okay to annoying, her long ears twitching in annoyance, and she was also thumping her feet against the ground, a uniquely rabbit trait when they were annoyed. Beatrice was in her art studio (well, it was a communal studio shared by six other artists) and was staring at the painting that was before her; it was in an unfinished state, like the six other paintings in her studio. The rabbit pinched the bridge of her nose as she walked around the canvas of her painting; it was of a dark city nightscape, and she couldn’t seem to complete it, like the other ones in her part of the studio. She wanted to tear out her purple-dyed hair and rip out her nose ring in frustration.

"Are you okay, love?” In a distinctly British voice, Beatrice turned around to the other artist in the coop who was in today. She was a Bengal tiger, with pristine white fur and black hair.

"Yeah, Pryia, I’m just... frustrated.” Beatrice said at her near wits end, she was about to punch a hole through the canvas, call it a day at 3:00 PM, and head to the nearest bar and get drunk, but she didn’t because that would A: be a bad thing since she would have to pay for breaking anything, and B: her husband would probably be annoyed if she showed up back home at 5:00 drunk. Taking a deep, deep breath, she turned to Priya, who gave her a sympathetic shrug.

“If you want my advice, just call it a day for now.” Priya said Beatrice shot Priya a dark glare, but Priya didn’t seem to care all that much; Beatrice had done that yesterday and the day before, and all that did was leave her with unfinished paintings. Each one of those paintings mocked her in their own unique way. One of them was a self-portrait of her in gothic (classic gothic, not her current gothic) attire; it was unfinished and staring her down; another was a portrait of her husband; one was nearly finished, and it was mocking her more than the self-portrait was; and the last was another landscape painting, and its flower pastels (a different choice compared to her more dark and moody paintings) were mocking her more.

“I can’t; I just need to finish one.” Beatrice said that as she went back to painting, trying to will her brush to work the way she wanted, she could envision the painting in her mind and how it looked, but when it came to translating that to canvas, that’s where things went to crap. Taking another deep breath, Beatrice admitted defeat. And after putting her painting supplies into her bags and packing them up, she bid Priya ado and headed off for home. Her husband wouldn’t be home for another few hours, so she would be alone, so she made a detour to the nearest café to dull her annoyance over some chai tea. Though that chai tea turned into two chai teas and three slices of fresh carrot cake, courtesy of her friend Brett, the barista at the café she frequented, She wouldn’t normally eat so many sweets in one sitting (she was already pretty pudgy), but she wanted something to calm her nerves, and until she saw Kevin, her husband, again that night, she would use her one other indulgence: confectionery and pastries to dull the ache of disappointment.

Heading home, she saw that Kevin was indeed home, which was odd; he was usually at his job at the bank at this time. She knew he was home because his car was out in front of their apartment. Entering the apartment building and heading up the elevator, she thumped her foot against the floor again, still extremely agitated about today. With the ding signaling her floor, She walked out of the elevator and headed down the long hallway to her apartment. Turning the key in the door, she saw Kevin doing chores, vacuuming the carpet in their living room. She watched the wolf for a moment before he noticed her, and he turned to her and gave her his signature wide smile.

"Hey, lady, love, you’re here early.” Kevin said it nonchalantly as he continued to vacuum.

“I should say the same to you.” Beatrice said as she headed to the kitchen and looked for another sweet thing to satisfy her cravings for sweets today.

"The bank had to close early due to something the branch manager wanted to do,” Kevin said as he finished vacuuming and then picked up a feather duster and began dusting the area. “So I went home and did some chores.” Kevin said that Beatrice knew what he meant. His branch manager was a... strange animal, to say the least; she met him once at a function held by the main branch office of the bank Kevin works at, and to say he was odd would be selling him short.

“Though you seem upset, something happened.” Kevin asked. Kevin was observant to a great degree; it’s why he was such a good athlete in college and high school and a good banker, but he was especially observant of those who he cared for, Beatrice above all others, and he could tell when she was upset, happy, and most anything else even without her telling him.

“Art didn’t happen, that’s for sure.” Beatrice said she was utterly defeated, and Kevin knew what she meant. Kevin loved his wife and supported her drive to be an artist, but he also knew how much it drained her. He put down the duster and walked up to his wife, who was facing away from him, and wrapped his arms around her. Kevin was a good three feet taller than her, and he laid his chin on her head. He took in her scent; she smelled of lilacs and ginger, the same as the shampoo she used.

“You know you can confide in me about anything, right?” Kevin asked as he held her closer; she knew that “I love you, and I hate it when you keep your feelings from me.” He added, and Beatrice sighed and placed a hand on Kevin’s cheek.

“I’ve been stuck in a rut; I keep trying and trying to finish a painting, and each time I keep failing.” Beatrice spoke, her voice showing just how defeated she felt. He looked down, and her eyes were downcast in defeat. Kevin frowned; he hated seeing his wife like this.

“I think me and you would benefit from a vacation; I have more than enough PTO for it.” Kevin said that Beatrice was going to object, but she also knew that Kevin was probably right; it’d been so long since she’d not been working herself ragged doing her art.

“Sure, I could go for a vacation; where to?” Beatrice asked, and Keven smiled as he gave her his suggestion. And Beatrice was skeptical.

“Camping, why are we going camping?” Beatrice asked as they were in the car to the campsite that Kevin had picked out for their vacation. She was in the passenger seat of their car, and she was not sure if she should have agreed to this.

“Because you need to escape from the city, and I feel like camping would be a great getaway for you and me.” Kevin said as he turned the car, heading closer to the campsite. They were an hour away from their destination; they were going to a somewhat swanky campsite that Kevin’s father had recommended to them. It had cabins and other things to make camping less of a chore and more of a luxury. Beatrice was skeptical, but she was willing to give Kevin’s idea the benefit of the doubt.

“Fine, don’t make me regret this.” Beatrice said as she looked as the city began to disappear and the forest began to become prominent. An hour later, the two of them were at the cabin.

“Ah, can’t you smell that fresh air?” Kevin asked as he took in a big whiff of the forest air, Beatrice did the same, and she liked it, Lakeview had clean air, but this was even cleaner than normal, she enjoyed the fresh air and Kevin gave her a smile as he began to unpack their stuff for their four day long stay in the cabin, she took in the scenery, before her was a small lake connected to a river that flowed from a small waterfall not too far from them. , there were tall pine and oak trees, they were green and blended she didn’t have her paint supplies, but she could clearly picture the painting she would make of this place in her mind, it would be a watercolour painting, using deep pastel greens and vivid blues, something that would look stunning at least in her mind's eye, it was quite the painting. Beatrice walked into the cabin to inspect it. It was cozy; it had a fireplace at the far end, nestled in the corner, a plush couch, nice handcrafted wooden furniture, including but not limited to a table, a dresser, and a kitchen, and she could see past a sliding door to a patio with a grill, an outdoor table with chairs, and inside was a small flatscreen TV. The whole room smelled of pine and had a fancy yet rustic vibe to it.

“Wow, this place is fancy.” Beatrice said as she took in the sight. She sat down on the twin bed and laid down. Kevin joined her, and he held her close.

“So, enjoying your vacation so far?” Kevin asked, and Beatrice rolled her eyes.

“I don’t know; we just got here.” Beatrice said as she snuggled up to Kevin, then she kissed his lips deeply. When their lips separated, she smiled at him and held him tightly. She was so comfortable that she felt asleep; her mind was filled with paintings yet maid and finished, as was her husband, who was giving her that look he always did. When she woke up, she was tucked into the bed; she sat up and saw that Kevin was outside, working the grill. She got out of bed and walked up to the door, sliding it open. She smelled cooking meat and vegetables.

“Enjoy your nap?” Kevin asked as he flipped some corn, carrots, and other vegetables on the grill, followed by a steak. Beatrice nodded as she sat down in the outdoor chair. The sun was just starting to set, and she could see the faint glow of fireflies floating around. She felt at peace for once in the last few weeks. She took in the fresh air again and let out a content sigh.

Dinner that night was pleasant; the two ate outside, watching the fireflies dance in the air. This was something that she didn’t know she needed, and looking at this again, she could see the painting that would come out of it, the hues of yellow, green, and blue that would come from it; this one would be an oil painting. She looked at her husband, and she smiled at him, and he smiled back. That night, the two snuggled together and drifted off to sleep.

The next day, the two got up rather early, at 4:00 AM, to go on a hike to see the sunrise from a high vantage point. Beatrice had brought with her her easel in her bag, along with some other stuff for hiking. While yes, this was a vacation, she also painted to relax, and she wanted to do some painting while she was on vacation, and a sunrise would be a wonderful painting to do, or at least the beginnings of a painting. This hike would be an hour long and an hour back. The two were on the hiking trail, and a few other animals were with them: one single ram, a family of foxes, and a raven.

Kevin was wearing shorts that were slightly too short for a man his size. Not that Beatrice was complaining; he was also wearing a t-shirt with his old college football team on it. Beatrice was wearing jeans and a flannel shirt. The two were holding hands as they hiked. The cool morning air was crisp and felt nice against their fur. The hike was pleasant, and when the two reached the peak of the cliff face, the view was as the two expected: magnificent. The sun was just starting to peek out from behind the tree line. Placing her easel out and pulling out her paints, she began to make the rough outline of a sunrise painting. While the rest of the other animals watched the sunrise, when the young kit, the son of the fox family, walked up to her, he wondered in his little eyes.

“Are you a painter?” The kit asked, and Beatrice nodded as she began to talk about the art of painting. She saw his eyes light up, probably the first time he’d seen someone paint like her.

“Yeah, I do it for a living.” Beatrice said proudly, and as if the switch to his little brain flipped, he began to ask all sorts of questions of Beatrice about painting, being a painter, etc. She began to explain all the fun things that come with being a painter, the good, the bad, and what things he can do to be a good painter. By the time she and Kevin left the kit, he was smiling like mad and talking about painting with his parents, and Beatrice felt quite proud that she probably set the child down a path of discovering his own artistic side.

“You seemed to enjoy talking to that kid.” Kevin said as they hiked back to their cabin, the air was turning hot, they were on the precipice of summer, and it showed, and Beatrice was starting to regret not wearing shorts like her husband. As soon as she got to their cabin, she would change out the jeans for something that let her fur breath a bit.

“Well, what can I say? I gotta make sure there are new artists in this world.” Beatrice responded as they continued down the path to their cabin, hands intertwined as they enjoyed the nature around them. Upon reaching their cabin, Beatrice set up her easel and began finishing the painting she started early that morning, and for once, her painting was flowing; the paintbrush was moving as if by its own force, each movement, each stroke. It was something that she only experienced when she was truly in the zone of her painting. In the background, Kevin observed her, his eyes looking at her with intensity. He’d seen her paint before, but rarely did he see her when she was in ‘the zone,” and it was captivating to observe, to say the least.

Finally, after two hours of painting, the sunrise landscape she started with was finished, and it was... good-looking; it could be better, but for the first time in a while, she’d finished a painting and done it to a satisfaction that she liked; it was so liberating.

“That looks nice,” Kevin said, inspecting the painting. The painting had a wonderful blend of colors and composition, which itself was pretty interesting. Kevin didn’t know quite as much about painting as his wife did, but he knew a lot about it from osmosis from her. "Well, I’m glad you’ve got your groove back.” Kevin said, holding Beatrice close to his frame. She snuggled into his chest and let out a content sigh.

“Well, I’m glad you like it.” Beatrice said as she put away her paint supplies and thought about what to do. She then remembered that there was a massive lake near their cabin, so after pestering her husband to come with her, the two donned their swim clothes and headed to go for an afternoon swim. And Keven loved whenever Beatrice wore a swimsuit; she was wearing a one-piece swimsuit, and the way it looked on her was...wonderful to Kevin, the way her soft plush curves filled out the blue swim garment, how it made her look so damn good looking to him. Kevin loved his wife; he loved her body, mind, and soul. Keven watched her intently on the dock of the lake as she tread water.

“Come on, jump in the water; it’s nice and cool.” Beatrice said as she began to do a backstroke. Swimming away from the dock, Kevin shrugged and hopped in. The water was cool against his fur and the skin underneath it. He swam up to Beatrice, and he then splashed water in her face. This made the lagomorph shriek in surprise. Her surprise was soon replaced with anger mixed with joy as she splashed Kevin back.

“Oh, you're on!” Kevin yelled as he splashed her back, and thus the Great Splash War of 2020 began. The two of them splashed each other for a few minutes, laughing and enjoying the fun of the splash war. The two of them eventually stopped, and they floated on their backs in the cool lake water.

“I’m glad we went on this vacation.” Beatrice said that as she swam up to Kevin, she held him, and she could feel his heart beating against his chest. The two swam to the dock and dried off before heading back to their cabin to change back into some lounging clothes. The two sat looking at the TV; they were watching a movie and snuggling on the couch in the cabin. During this, Kevin began to feel quite amorous. His wife was snuggled up close to him, her body flush against his body, and he could feel every curve of her form. His hands began to rise up from his sides where they were, and he traced the side of Beatrice’s thigh. He felt her shiver as he moved further up her thigh. She was wearing sleeping shorts, and so her legs were bare up to her top thigh.

“Someone’s frisky this afternoon,” Beatrice said, her smile turning salacious. Kevin kissed her neck, biting into it lightly, making Beatrice moan out as her husband’s teeth sunk into her skin. Her eyes closed in pleasure as Kevin’s hands moved up from her thigh and onto her belly. He loves her belly. Beatrice is a chubby woman, and Kevin loved his wife’s chubbiness; it made her soft and so squishable. The comforter was pulled off of their bodies by Beatrice. She looked down and saw between her legs Kevin’s member, which was rock hard and tenting through his sweatpants. “Oh, you’re very frisky.” Beatrice moaned as she gripped Kevin’s member through his sweatpants, and from that, she learned he was going commando underneath his pants. Kevin lifted her shirt, freeing her braless breasts from their cloth confines. He admired the studs that poked through her nipples. He tweaked her nipples, and Beatrice let out another moan.

“I love your piercings; have I ever told you that?” Kevin spoke as he took one of his wife’s breasts into his mouth, his tongue wrapping around her nipples and the piercings that went through them.

"You may have said that once or twice.” Beatrice moaned out as Kevin continued to play with her breasts, his mouth and fingers switching between the two. He would stop sucking one tit and then move to the other, but not before tweaking and playing with her other breast with his other hand. Beatrice let out a moan as he continued to play with her body. Beatrice, for her part, began to move her feet downward to push Kevin’s sweatpants off his body. Beatrice’s feet were quite deft, and she managed to move her love pants down quickly, and she grinned at the sight. Her husband’s member was large, deep, deep crimson red, and Pre was dripping from the tip with his heartbeat. Under them were the heavy orbs that were his balls; they were the size of a softball. Sometimes Beatrice wondered how her love hid those when he wasn’t naked, but she also saw his underwear and knew how well it worked.

Moving her feet downward, Beatrice gripped the base of Kevin’s shaft with the heels of her feet and began to move upwards with them. She heard him let out a soft growl as her soft feet wrapped around his cock. She began to stroke his member with her feet, up and down with the softness that only a rabbit could have. Kevin, not to be outdone, decided to go on the offensive; his free hand found the waistband of her shorts and pushed into them. He went past her pants and began to finger his wife. His large fingers pushed through her cunt and made Beatrice moan as she stroked his member. The two were doing their best to make the other cum first.

“Oh, you feel so pent up,” Beatrice said as she began to stroke his member faster and faster. Kevin, for his part, pushed into Beatrice's cunt deeper, deeper, and deeper. Beatrice was moaning along with Kevin as she wrapped her feet around his shaft tighter. The two of them went faster and faster to each other, and Beatrice was the first to cum. She let out a moan as her cunt, and her nectar flowed from her pussy as she rode Kevin’s finger. This sensation made Beatrice's feet tighten around Kevin’s member, and this was enough to make his cock erupt. Thick ropes of seed flowed out of his member, coating Beatrice with his seed. Thick, thick ropes of seed made her pristine white fur sticky and matted as his balls contracted again and again with each spurt. Finally, his balls were spent, and the two were breathing heavily from their orgasms.

"F-fuck, that was intense.” Beatrice said happily as she leaned against her husband’s chest. Keven kissed her and picked her up, taking both of them to the bathroom of the cabin so they could wash up. Beatrice was sitting in between Kevin’s legs as he washed out his seed from her fur. He washed into her fur and kissed her head. Beatrice turned around and cleaned Kevin’s chest. After taking their bath, the two decided to take the rest of the day outside, drinking beer and shooting the shit. The two then had dinner inside before heading off to bed.

The next day, the two of them took another hike, this time the hiking trail. This was during the night, as the moon was going to be out in full force tonight, and the two of them wanted to spend the last night doing something spicier. Beatrice wanted to fuck in the moonlight, and Kevin was not one to disappoint her. On the hike to their little hiding spot, looking at the full moon, the two of them set up a blanket to keep things off the grass. Beatrice looked on in awe as her husband stripped. First with his shirt, which he took off with some flourish, giving his wife a show. He then turned around and gave his wife a full view of him slowly unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. He did this in a slow, methodical way to better tease her. The rabbit bit her lower lip as she watched him open his pants, and she could see his underwear, a pair of white briefs that did nothing to hide his bulge. He then pulled his pants down and freed his underwear-covered cock, and she let out a groan of desire as she saw his member.

“Oh, you tease.” Beatrice said that as she got up from where she was sitting and walked up to her husband, she gripped the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down, showing all of him to her once again that week. She licked her lips with desire.

“I think it’s your turn, love of mine.” Kevin said, waiting for Beatrice to give him a show too. She smiled at him and walked away from her husband. She began to unbutton her blouse. She was facing him, allowing him to look at the sight. She then pulled her blouse off her frame, showing off her white camisole that acted as her bra. She then turned around and swayed her hips back and forth as she shimmied out of her skirt, pulling it first down her waist, then to her thighs. Finally, the floral garment was off her body, and she was in a pair of white pants that matched her camisole. It was Kevin’s turn to take off his wife’s underwear; he pulled her camisole’s straps off her shoulders, allowing it to fall off her body and land around her waist, which Beatrice took off quickly. The last garment was Beatrice's pants, which he pulled off quickly. She stepped out of it, and the two of them were now naked and bared to the night around them.

“You look beautiful in the moonlight, you know that?” Kevin said as he looked at his wife, her white fur bathed in the glow of the moon. Kevin loved the look of his wife in the moonlight. He pulled the rabbit up to his body and brought her up to his chest. He then brought his lips to hers, and the two’s tongues intertwined in a dance of passion and lust. Beatrice felt Kevin’s hand cradle her ass and squeeze it tightly. Beatrice gripped his chest, holding the fur on his chest as the two made out. Their tongues finished their dance. Kevin laid Beatrice down on the blanket, and he looked at the woman splayed out for him. Her cunt was dripping wet, and Kevin loved her cunt as much as he loved her. He pushed his snout into her pussycat, and it drew a moan from her mouth as he licked her cunt again and again. His tongue prodded and licked her lower lips, going into her cunt again and again, tasting each part of her pussycat. Beatrice clutched at the blanket as her moans grew louder and louder. They were lucky they were in the middle of some loud woods; otherwise, the other campers might have heard her moaning.

“O-Oh fuck!” Beatrice moaned as she felt deeper and deeper into the throngs of pleasure, her legs wrapping around Kevin’s head, trying to push him deeper and deeper into her cunt, and he went deeper and deeper, his tongue going into parts of her that no other man had ever been. He then began to suck at her clitoral area, the sensitive nub bringing the pleasure she was feeling to new heights. It was all too much, and Beatrice's back arched in intense and utter pleasure, and she came long and hard from Kevin’s tongue fucking. Kevin savored her taste and her essence as she came, lapping it up happily as he waited for her to come down from the high of her orgasm. Soon, Beatrice came down from her orgasm, and she was looking up at her husband, who had this self-satisfied look on his face—not that Beatrice could blame him for it. She then looked down and saw how hard he was.

“Let me take care of that.” Beatrice said as she got onto her knees, kneeling before her husband’s cock. It was thick and bright red like before, and she could smell the deep, heady musk of his arousal; it was intoxicating in a way. Beatrice kissed the tip of his member, tasting the saltiness of his cock. She then engulfed his cock into her mouth. She gagged a bit as his member reached her throat. She managed to fight back tears welling in her eyes as she deep-throated her husband’s cock, nearly reaching his knot. She then pulled back until only the tip was in her mouth. She then plunged back down onto his member. She choked on his cock as she sucked him off. She didn’t mind that she choked on his cock; she loved the burning feeling, especially when she made Kevin feel so good. Her head bobbed up and down his member again and again as she played with his large balls, squeezing and tugging them gently as she sucked and sucked at his member. She could feel his cock twitch in her throat; he was close, oh so close. Then, with a grunt mixed with a howl, Kevin came. Thick, thick globs of seed flowed from his large balls; they contracted in her hands as he thrust them into her mouth. She tried to drink as much of it as she could as it shot down her throat. Spurt after spurt of his seed filled her belly, and she drank it up. With the final spurt of seed filling her stomach, she pulled her lips off of Kevin’s cock with a pop, and she nearly collapsed. Her stomach was filled with seed, and she loved it, cum drunk and wanting more.

“Fuck me!” Beatrice demanded, spreading her legs wide open, wanting for her husband to fuck her in the moonlight. He pressed her down onto the blanket, his member lined up with her entrance as he prodded and poked her cunt. He then pushed deep into her, his knot being the only thing stopping him from fully filling her. Beatrice let out a moan as a jolt of intense pleasure shot straight through her. She then felt him pull his hips back before slamming right back into her, thrust after thrust, pump after pump. Each one brought her closer to orgasm as he continued to fuck her. Beatrice wrapped her legs around Kevin’s waist as she pushed him deeper into her. He was pushing her into a mating press, savagely fucking her deeper and deeper with each thrust of his member. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Beatrice moaned out as she felt herself reach cloud nine. The pleasure that was pooling inside her was there, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she got close to cumming from being fucked.

“Fuck, I love your cunt,” Kevin growled as he bit Beatrice’s ear. This drew her pleasure to new heights as she got closer to cunting for the second time that night. Beatrice was in heaven, and so was Kevin, who was getting close to releasing his entire seed into his wife’s cunt and into her womb. “God damn, I’m close.” He warned her, and that seemed to make Beatrice perk up as she held his chest tight.

“Inside me! Fucking make me nice and gravid!” She ordered as she tried to force Kevin's knot inside her. The bulbous appendage was just about to pop inside her; it just needed a little more force. And that force came from Kevin pushing down into her one last time as he knotted her. This sensation was enough to send both of them over the edge and into pure bliss as Keven’s seed flowed into Beatrice’s cunt. Spurt after spurt of seed filled her womb as Kevin seeded her deep and hard. Beatrice came along with him, her cunt milking every last drop of his seed as she was filled to the brim with wolf seed. Beatrice loved every moment of this as she felt the last drop of Kevin’s seed fill her.

“F-Fuck…that was…fuck.” Kevin said as he kissed Beatrice. The two lay on the blanket, and the moonlight illuminated them in their afterglow, the two enjoying the life that they had right now, waiting for Kevin’s knot to deflate.

“This was a great night.” Beatrice said as the two looked at the moon. Thirty minutes later, the two of them were finally separated and went back to their cabin to sleep for the night, ready to head back home tomorrow. The next morning, the two of them headed into their cars, driving back to their home in Lakeview proper.

“This was a great vacation; I’m thankful that you brought me here.” Beatrice said as she looked out the window as the world passed them by.

“I’m happy you’re happy.” Kevin said as they continued to drive back home.

A few months later...

Beatrice was in the workshop, painting a new piece of art. It was a moonlit scene, reminiscent of that night so many months ago. She looked down, and her belly was gravid with Keven and her twins. She smiled as she continued to paint. Pryia was watching with intent as she came up to her.

"Wow, that’s a nice one; what are you going to call it?” Pryia asked, and Beatrice smiled as she spoke up.

“The start of a new life.” Beatrice stated happily, and Prya rolled her eyes at this as she went back to her own work.