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One Day

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Red Lionheart

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Red moaned, rolling over in bed as he bumped up against something soft, hair tickling his shoulder. The anthro fox squirmed, not quite yet with the waking world, but all was well as he blinked his way back to full wakefulness, his tail twitching under the bedsheets as he stirred.

“Mmm…"

But the red fox had no better partner to rise to than Freya, the sweet Burmecian who he had fallen in love with. It had been a few years since they'd got together, though Red still could barely believe his luck in having her with him, the blurriness in his eyes clearing to reveal their brightly lit bedroom with the morning sunshine slanting in through a crack in the curtains.

And there was Freya, her tail poking out from under the sheets, nose on the pillows as her pale hair ringed her head in a halo. She had softened a bit over their time together, not as formal and focused, though Red was sure he would have loved her regardless of how she was. Freya, simply, was that fascinating to him.

And, well…she took the edge off his blunter nature, when they were out and about. Not that Red would ever have admitted to that, however, but it was there still.

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Moving to live with Freya in Burmecia, however, had been a big change for him, even though the city offered so much more since it'd been rebuilt. She rolled over, dressed more casually for bed than she would have before, in a loose shirt that exposed a sliver of pale belly-fur and trousers that hung loosely around her ankles.

“Mmm…"

“Mm, Freya," he breathed, kissing her cheek, her eyes obscured by her hair, though they were still closed. “It's time to get up."

“Mmm… The sun is not yet up…"

The fox laughed, moving the covers back off her a little more, sliding them over her shoulders and upper back.

“It is, sweetie," he said, loving that he could be so informal with her, that even pulling that little pet name out wouldn't have been possible if it had not been her he was with. “Come on…"

But Red had more than one way to help her wake up in the morning and one of those ways was in sliding between her legs, pulling the sheets back and off them as he went. He didn't have to spend too much time there, for it was just a swift wake-up in the morning, but Freya's twitching, slim tail caught his attention instantly as he spread her slim thighs.

Her nightclothes had to come off, of course, though he was only wearing soft cotton on his lower half. He slid hers down, leaving her nightshirt in place, her body exposed to him in all the glory he needed – at that moment.

“Mmm… Red…"

Oh, how the fox loved the way his name sounded on her lips. He nuzzled up the softness of her inner thighs, kissing and lapping slowly, sinking into the moment. The sheets tugged over his legs, where they were still partly covering his body, but the vulpine did not care, not as his tongue found the sweet treat of her pussy where it nestled between her legs.

Freya squeaked, a more mouse-like sound than what she usually emitted, but he pressed on, letting her guide him as her hips arched up a little more to show him exactly where she wanted his tongue. It was an easy endeavour indeed to work her up with soft, slow laps, tracing the softness of her folds, just barely dipping between them as his tongue sought the nub of her clit. Neither did that take all that much coaxing to slip, flushing out a little more with her arousal, from the small hood that usually covered it, Red's fingers spreading her sex a little so he could get in deeper.

Her breathy gasps and moans caught his attention as he stroked his tongue up inside her, her thighs closing around his head, though the fox kept going. She was wet already and he pressed on, letting her whine and arch up and tell him just what she wanted.

Then and only then did the fox pull up over her body, lapping off her juices from where they had lightly soaked into the fur of his red muzzle. The fox tugged out his hardness, pulling his nightclothes down enough to allow it to push over the waistband, the tip glistening very faintly with the vaguest gleam of pre-cum. His shaft pressed between her legs, hard and ready, and she let him take the place of his tongue, sliding in slowly and deeply.

“Mmm…"

Her happy hum was all the fox needed as he bucked and ground, thrusting deep and long. He found a pace that suited them both as he sent every stroke fully into her pussy, stretching out her sex around him, though they were a good fit for one another – in that regard and others.

“Unff… Freya…"

Her name was best suited to his lips as he thrust, relishing the tight heat of her pussy closing around him, twitching and pulling in small ripples. She wanted more, even if those words would not leap to her lips, and he thrust a little harder, testing her readiness.

Alas, they did have some things to get done that day and Red could not spend every moment of the day buried between her legs, even as she lifted them to wrap her legs around his waist. As his partner keened out in orgasm, her hips juddering up with her new leverage to meet each and every one of his thrusts, he could barely stop himself from tipping along into orgasmic ecstasy with her.

Yet Red managed a few more thrusts as he enjoyed her body, as the love of his life clung to him desperately. Her fingers dug into his arms, holding on to him for dear life, and he moaned as climax finally took him too, thrusting deep and spending his seed bare into her pussy, nothing at all there to separate them from that delicious nudge of skin-on-skin contact. He wouldn't have wanted it any other way, but, well…there was still something of a risk to be had.

“Oh… Daddy…" The Burmecian moaned softly, her eyelashes fluttering as she stroked his cheek, fully awake by that time. “That was wonderful…"

He grinned, cock deep, unwilling to pull back quite yet.

“Mmm, I could say the same about you, sweetheart," he said, tongue lolling out happily. “And I love when you call me that."

She knew it, of course, but it was something that lay just between them, as they rose and bathed together, though it was a swift sort of bathing in the moderately sized tub in the bathroom. They had to get clean, after all, for the scent of sex clung to their fur, difficult to ignore sometimes with the myriad of species in their world. Of course. Burmecia was full of Burmecians with a finely tuned sense of smell too.

Although she would have just worn a tunic and pants, perhaps softer shoes too, around the house, they had to go out and, of course, the rain was still coming down. Freya swung a big, heavy coat in her favoured shade of red around her shoulders, hanging down low, her hat settled comfortably on top of her head where it always was, when she went out. She liked her look, after all.

He dressed similarly, not needing to be formal that day, though his cloak hung around his shoulders, fastened at his neck, a deep, dark shade of blue that was very nearly black. It covered most of his body, though the fox went without a hat that day, as it was only raining lightly. At that time, anyway.

“Come now, Red," Freya said lightly, drawing his attention with a brush of her fingers on his arm as they got ready in the hallway near the door of her home. “We have to get to the market before all the meat has been sold."

He chuckled.

“We're more than early enough to pick up the finest cuts I know you like, Freya."

The market was a bustling affair, though the soft mist of the city had closed around them the moment they stepped out of the door. A light drizzle clung to his ears and her hat, but it was something they were more than used to by that time, bags tucked away with wax paper to best protect their purchases.

Stands were set up for the market, which was a static fixture, some shops with their doors flung open so produce could be laid out under the awnings too, which kept them free of the ever-present moisture in the air. It was colourful – in a damp kind of way, everyone clad in heavier clothes to protect them from the rain. Red had learned early on he didn't like getting the damp soaked into his fur, especially considering how difficult it was for someone with a slightly thicker coat of fur to get every drop of moisture out of it. Burmecians had it slightly better, though not by much.

Down the long, main market street, Freya paused, her sensitive nose twitching lightly.

“Good morrow, Freya!" Another Burmecian said, leaning down from a fruit and vegetable stand to their right, his platform behind the stall set a little higher so he was looking down on them with rows upon rows of produce set out. “Come for your usual?"

“Yes, please, Stanley," she said, a small smile on her lips, though there was nothing small about her as her tail twitched. “The apples too, if you will."

Red obligingly carried the bags for her as they filled with produce. It had been arranged the day before but they'd thought to have a nice dinner together that night, as they both had a little time off. With the varied work Red took on in the city, it wasn't always usual they had that time to spend together. But such was the way of their life in the world and they had it far better than most.

“Hm, where to next?"

“Hm…" She paused for a moment, tapping her chin as she thought. “The main course, most definitely…"

That was one they'd have to take home quickly, so it could be put in the cool larder and not spoiled, though there was little they were going to pick up that day that would spoil swiftly. It was a trial, sometimes, to keep things lasting longer – which was why the market was such a benefit to them. It was close to their home and enough so they could pick up what they needed as and when they needed it, often even on their way home on an evening.

The butcher was popular amongst Burmecians, though there were some other species in the world who were strictly vegetarian. Burmecians were omnivores, however, even if meat did not make up a large part of their diets. For anyone who could afford it, it was a luxury and a delicacy they would partake in every time they were able. Red and Freya were very fortunate to be in a good position, able to enjoy some of the finer things in life.

He didn't talk much to the shop owners and those on the small, passing stalls – the ones who were only there some days of the week, or the merchants travelling from one city and town to another who would only be there some weeks or even not for months at a time.

Freya, however, was a social butterfly, though always strictly polite, as if she didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea about her. Of course, the Burmecian had faced her own trials in life and things had not always gone to plan for her, though few knew of her lost love, how that had affected her. The fox was slightly glad, in a way, he was one of the few who got to see the more relaxed side of her, though there wasn't anyone who would have said Freya was not, at the very least, politely friendly.

She just didn't let anyone close to her – and that too was her right. As long as she allowed some close, so she had those connections.

“One pound of your best fowl today, Eric," she said, sliding her coin across the counter to him. “I know you'll give me the best."

The Burmecian leaned forward with a smile, though Red did not even bristle. Freya only had eyes for him and that was something, indeed, he was glad of, even if he had got his hackles up in the early days of their relationship, seeing how others looked at her. She just had a way about her that had others wanting to know more, Freya something of a mystery to many.

Yet the fact of a mystery was that it often prompted others to dig into it…

“Thank you, Freya, I don't know what I'd do without your business."

She laughed lightly and turned away, her attention already on the next item on her mental list.

“Oh, I trust you would be well, Eric. You are always busy whenever I come by."

They didn't have too much to pick up and Red bumped her shoulder with his, the fox grinning faintly as he teased her and pretended there wasn't enough space for him to walk. Freya gasped and almost tripped over, though was light enough of foot to catch herself before tumbling down unduly.

“Ah! Red!"

“Whaaaat?"

The fox affected an innocent look, though, to anyone watching him, he would have just looked the way he always did. His tail flicked, brushing her hip, and she clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, a hint of mischief in the shift in her stride.

“Mm, oh, is that right? Are you playful today?"

Her eyes glinted and she suddenly darted forward a step, putting him off his stride so he didn't step on her, though they were both of a similar size and matched well in that regard. Freya, to say the least, was not that easy to push over and anyone that thought she was diminutive just because she was a Burmecian would be swiftly put in their place, one way or another.

“Agh!" He laughed and shook his head, slinking an arm around her waist as Freya leaned comfortably into him. “Mm, well, maybe, but you know I always let you win."

“No, darling," she quipped back at him. “I just win."

Ah, the semantics of it all were not up for discussion as they walked a little awkwardly, though some who knew them at the market merely nodded and smiled. They were just the young, married couple, hopelessly in love. They had earned something of the public displays of affection they showed, though Red still kept things within his boundaries. It was not as if he would full-on kiss her in public – not as he did in private.

That was for them and them alone, at least in his eyes. But he would live his life in the way that suited them both, having Freya at his side as often as he could. Yet they were not dependent and reliant on each other.

The warmth of her pressed into his side was comforting as they wrapped up their trip and Red twitched his ears. The rain came down more heavily, clinging to his fur, and he grunted as it soaked into the fur of his head and neck, glad at least he had worn his big cloak that day. It made sure the rest of his body stayed as dry as it could in a city like that. There were some sunny days there, but they still got along well enough with the weather as it was. It led to rich and fertile grounds outside the city, after all, where there was some agriculture more widely. Plants that needed many days of sunshine to grow, however, did not do well there.

He was glad she wasn't vegetarian, for the difference in their diets may have been difficult to live with, considering his liking for meat. He was a fox, after all. And Red could not help but salivate very faintly, licking his lips, as they headed back to their home.

A quiet day like that was just what they needed, the light burble of conversation moving easily between them, though they paused at the art gallery. It had not always been a big thing there, not even in the city, but outside influences were spread by travellers and merchants especially when times were richer.

He looked up at a painting that seemed to be of a meadow with a forest bordering it, though Red felt like he would have needed to see the landscape and location for himself to truly appreciate the rendition of it.

“Red, what do you think of this one?"

The Burmecian peered at a statue, small enough so it could be transported, though it seemed to be a permanent fixture at the gallery. The gallery was open for just a few coins to enter and Red had taken care of that while she went a few paces ahead of him. Yet the statue looked like a Burmecian, their race of rat-people, leaning back beautifully, though they were presented as if androgenous. There were on special features on them that showed them to be either male or female, though the statue was carved out of the rock from the quarries (Red forgot the name of it) as if the subject had been nude.

“Hm…" He tilted his head. “It kind of reminds me of that warrior, Saul? Sam?"

“Mm, Sam, that was it," she said. “I see why you think it looks like him. It looks like someone…dancing."

Red smiled.

“Really? I thought it looked more like someone wielding a spear, like he does. Why do you think it's dancing?"

Freya raised her eyebrows and gave him a funny look.

“Because Sam was a good dancer, back in his day!"

Red chuckled faintly and shook his head, taking her hand again as the fox slid his fingers comfortably between hers, linking them together.

“Mm, well, I wouldn't have known that," he reminded her gently. “There's a lot about this place, and the world, you know that I don't."

“Oh, well, I can teach you all about that, my fox."

Her voice took on a slightly deeper note and he shivered faintly, watching her from the corner of his eye. She was sly, his sweetheart, but she liked to play coy too.

It only boded well for them later, in the comfort of the bedroom and their privacy.

For that was exactly where they were destined to end up as they headed home and ducked inside, laughing and teasing one another as they went about getting some lunch – just a light meal of bread and cheese that time. They didn't want to spoil their appetites for the dinner to come later, which they would both work on together, and Red was keener still to get the fire going in the living area, settling on the sofa, which was raised from the floor on four legs, with her.

Board games were sometimes seen as something only for children, but it was a good way to relax and bond and, frankly, they didn't all that often take too much mental attention. It was easier to enjoy a little ale at the same time, the sweet, honey-tone one they had come across when they had been taking a trip together and stocked up on, when they didn't have anything all too intensive to consider.

And Freya's warmth leaning into the tuck of his arm as he introduced her to some games from his childhood was as intoxicating as the sweet tickle of ale on the back of his tongue. Perhaps they would find some mead next time…

The dinner went just as well, the two of them working together to make the meal, though Freya had always had smaller, more delicate hands than Red and was better at slicing the meat into thin slices. That time, it would be fried in a pan with curved sides, needing to be shaken and moved near constantly, so the meat within, along with some leeks to start it off, would all cook evenly.

“Hm, I've never cooked like this before…" He commented, focusing on the vegetables, which would be seasoned and marinated, a cacophony of flavours that he hoped, truly, would complement one another. “Am I doing it right? Do you think this is too much seasoning?"

She peered in close as he stepped aside to allow her room.

“Hm, maybe a little…" She sniffed, exchanging a look with him. “But the fun is in the process, isn't it?"

He smiled in turn. She was right. It almost didn't matter how the meal came out, to be fair, though they'd really rather not burn or add a bad taste to the meat in any way, as long as they were together. It was just their day together, so they could play everything out as they wanted.

In the end, the mix of spicy vegetables and finely cooked meat, the red meat left rare, so the flavours could really mix, was just as they'd wanted, though not quite as they'd imagined it. And there was nowhere else he'd rather have been than sitting at the two-person table with her, laughing and sharing stories, the conversation flowing between them so easily that it was as if they were together for even longer than anticipated.

“Freya…" He breathed, when the dinner was done and they'd clasped hands, merely there to soak in each other's presence. “I should tell you this every day, but I love you so very much. I want to spend my entire life with you, only you… I only wish I could spend even more time with you than I do already."

Freya giggled, a soft blush warming under her cheeks. He could only tell it was there for he cupped her cheek in his hand, folding his fingers lightly around, for her fur hid the rest of it.

“I know, my fox," she breathed, pressing a little harder into his touch. “I only want to be with you too, always and forever. But whoever would believe you are as sweet with me here?"

Red cocked his head, though caught on a moment later and rolled his eyes.

“Hm, you think I'm too gruff and surly?" He asked, smirking when he received a nod from her. “Oh, sure… But I only want to show this side to you. Everyone else can get the regular old me and nothing more than that."

She pressed closer, a light dancing in her eyes.

“There's a side of you right now…I'd very much like to see."

For her, that was being bold – even if she didn't state everything with explicit clarity. Yet it was enough for Red, his heart pounding suddenly and blood rushing fervently to all the right parts of his body. His shaft rose, filling out softly, though there was nothing soft about it as they headed upstairs after having comfortably digested their meals.

They kissed, his lips coming together perfectly with hers, though Red swore he could hear the drumming beat of her heart too. But there was too much going on for him to pause there, not as they helped one another out of their clothes, his shirt hitting the bedroom floor, the bare, polished floorboards, and his fingers deftly pulling her tunic up and over her head. He almost stumbled over the rug in the centre of the floor but caught himself just in time, laughing aloud for the sheer hell of it.

With his partner, the love of his life, everything was well and fine. It could never not be fine, not when he was with her.

Soft warmth flooded the bedroom and Red exhaled gently as he drew her back on top of him on the bed, his cock fully pumped up and hard, aching with desire. The tapered tip begged attention, but Freya didn't let him take the lead that time, not after the lovely wake-up he'd already given her that very morning.

“Mmm, let me take care of you this time, darling…"

Her words soothed him and his ears splayed softly, though his tail twitched a little where it was trapped between his backside and the bed. It couldn't do all that much more than that, the white tip flicking lightly, but she took his cock firmly in hand, giving his shaft a few pumping strokes.

“Mmm…"

Freya, however, didn't waste any time at all in giving him what he wanted and needed, her lips parting sweetly around the head of his cock to take him into her mouth. She groaned around him, letting those subtle vibrations from her mouth roll down into his cock, and he sucked in a sharp intake of breath, his need rising.

“Mmmm…"

He leaned back against the pillows, winding his fingers softly through her hair, though not tugging too much in the slightest, so as not to hurt her. It was a very special moment to have her down there, treating him with such reverence.

Red groaned and gulped, his tongue lolling out pinkly. Oh, it was good, too good, so good he was sure he was going to cum too quickly if she kept treating him like that. He inhaled sharply, licking his lips, though couldn't do anything much more than that as his need swelled, her throat working as she swallowed around him.

With her head bobbing slowly, she suckled on his shaft, lips pursed around his cock, though there was more to come as she rose, letting her lips play around the more sensitive head of his cock. The fox groaned, rocking his hips up, even though he wanted Freya to do just as she willed to him, from head to toe.

“Mmm… Come here…"

He crooked his finger and she obliged, releasing his cock with a wet pop as it broke the seal of her lips.

“Anything for you…"

Freya crawled up his body until she straddled his hips, though she didn't sink on to him just yet. No, she let him put her in the position he wanted her to, not quite needing her pussy that time but another, even tighter hole.

As always, they took it slowly as he pressed the tip of his cock to her anal ring, the tight pucker of flesh aching as it parted. A whine broke her lips and the fox rubbed her hips slowly and soothingly, letting her take her time as she sank on to his cock, stretching out her ass more and more.

“Oof… Freya…"

He moaned her name, her tail flicking back and forth, though she settled on curling it around his thigh. The fox whined and suppressed the urge to thrust up into her, for it was even more delectable to savour the sensation of her tight backside clenching around his cock, giving him a rougher, tighter press of friction than anything he had felt otherwise.

“Mmm… Ah… Daddy…"

She whined out the term of endearment – and respect, yes, that too – with her head tipping back, one of her hands clasping his tightly as if she needed to ground herself in the moment, holding on to him. She loved anal play as much as he did – and even more so when his hand was at the front of her pussy, rubbing her clit teasingly, giving her that extra edge of sensation that made the moment all the more exotically special to her.

“Mmm… Ohhhh…"

Her moans were all he needed to hear as the fox gently planted his feet into the bed, toes curling with the short claw on each toe for grip. Thrusting up softly, he filled her, light stroke after stroke, allowing the moment to draw on and on, so they could take absolutely everything they craved from it, nothing at all there to hold them back.

For their time together, happily married life stretching out ahead of them, was theirs to take as they pleased and there was lust to be had wound through the heated love. Her cries rose as he bore down with a little more pressure on her clit, testing just how sensitive she was that day, though with how she bucked her hips towards him, she seemed more than happy for him to keep fucking her.

He watched her rise and fall lightly, though it was his thrusts that powered his cock mostly into her, stretching her out as her body adjusted to his girth, as it had done so many times before. Yet Red held back the best he could, grunting and panting, twisting his head lightly back and forth, until she shuddered in orgasm, two of his fingers sliding deep into her pussy at the same time, just to fill her to the brim and more.

“Ohhhhhh!"

Her sharp cry bounced off the walls and she slumped on top of him, hips pushed back at a rougher angle to keep his cock under her tail, driven up deep into her tail hole. And it was with her body quivering against his that Red climaxed too, holding his sweet close to him as if he was afraid she was going to slip away from him.

But that would never be the case, not as he spent himself inside her, quivering as he rammed deep, relishing in every sensation, even the sweet, fruity aroma of the fur conditioner she used for herself. His cock ached and throbbed as his balls spent every drop all over again, driven deep and trembling inside her.

Together, they savoured their climaxes, shivering there, though not from the chill of the evening air. For there would be more rounds for them still, enjoying the tail end of their day together and making the most of every single second they had.

It was one day, yes…but it was their day.