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Chapter Three

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Love Blooms

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Third Week, Summer 1, Year 1580

Samuel had stayed at Isaac's home since the day of Isaac's return. Not only was the tod a pleasure to look at, he was a cheerful, pleasant companion. The bemused lynx was learning more than he had ever thought that he would about the games and entertainment (and mischief) the current generation of youngsters was up to.

Although he kept insisting to Samuel that he had certainly never behaved in such a shamefully chaotic way, he found it hard to keep a straight face when claiming such exemplary virtue. The tod had a way of tilting his head, opening his green eyes wide (which made shivers run down Isaac's spine every time), and hanging just enough of his tongue out to make it clear that he didn't believe a word of it.

After coming in from a day filled with cold blowing rain, Isaac and Samuel stripped for a hot soothing bath at the same time. Pausing at the door to the bathroom, they looked at each other. "Um," said Samuel, thinking fast, "littler bodies get colder and need to warm up faster."

"We-ell ..." parried Isaac, "older furrs get more chilled and they need to warm up faster."

They stood there a moment longer, rain dripping from their soaked fur, each trying to quickly think of another justification for going first.

Then the tod wrung his paws together in nervousness and said, "We could both go in. Couldn't we?"

[Oh All. Can I stand it?] thought Isaac, but all he said was, "Sure. Sounds reasonable. It's a big tub, after all."

A very few minutes later, the two chilled furrs sighed simultaneously in comfort as they settled into the tub.

Samuel busied himself with scrubbing his fur, mostly keeping his head turned away from Isaac. Every time that he did turn Isaac's way, he blushed.

Isaac, on the other paw, preferred to just lie back and let himself mostly sink below the surface. The slow soaking-in of the hot water all the way to his fell felt like ... like ... well, he wasn't sure, but it was very good.

Isaac gasped slightly as he felt a soft paw roam down into his crotch, rubbing him with the sponge.

"Samuel, do ... do you know what ..."

"Yes ser, I do. I think I do. Is this right?"

Isaac just wanted to close his eyes and purr as he felt his inner thighs being gently, thoroughly scrubbed and massaged. He felt a stirring in his belly. Then he heard a gasped "Oh my ..."

Tilting his head up, he saw Samuel was wringing his paws, gazing wide-eyed at the shaft emerging from Isaac's sheath.

"Er, Sam ..."

"I - I just didn't know it'd be so big!"

"Um ..."

"I want to ..." The tod leaned over the lynx and licked his shaft.

Isaac gasped and almost drowned himself when his head jerked back. Sputtering, he stood up in the tub.

Samuel gazed up and down his body; Isaac's musculature was outlined in flattened wet fur - his recent weight loss had actually made him better-looking. "Oh my ..." Samuel said again. "I knew you would be ... but I didn't know you would be this ... this wonderful-looking!"

"Sam, do you understand what you're saying? Do you ..."

"Oh yes - I've been dreaming about you for weeks now."

Isaac sighed. It would be stupid to keep fighting it. He stepped out of the tub, grabbed a couple of towels, and started squeezing water out of his fur. There was no way that he could stand to take the time to use the furdryer. "Sam, dry my back, please."

The touch of the tod's paws up and down his back and haunches almost made Isaac yowl. When he was dry enough that he didn't think he would ruin his mattress, he turned to Samuel, rubbing his back in turn. Then he took the youngster in his arms and squeezed him to his chest.

Samuel murred and nuzzled under Isaac's chin. "You will ... you'll be with me now?"

"Yes, my sweet little Sam." Isaac kissed Samuel's eyes, then licked his cheeks. "Let's go get in the bed."

"Whatever you want. As long as I get to be with you."

They walked together, holding each other tightly, to the bedroom.

Isaac's stubby tail was bouncing as he looked Samuel up and down. He'd never seen anything so beautiful. Samuel's fur was still damp. The afternoon sun pouring through the window made the tod look like he was on fire. He looked like he'd been painted - there didn't seem to be a single white hair in his red fur, nor a red one in the white. His sleek, slender body tapered down to his crotch.

Samuel lay down on the bed on his back. There was a thicker fluff of white fur filling his crotch - his dark pink cock was already extending from his sheath, leaving a pair of fuzzy white balls behind.

Isaac couldn't stand it any longer. He reached down and fondled Samuel's balls, using his middle finger to scratch at the groove underneath, as he gently rolled the sack in his paw. That set Samuel to chittering.

Neither had to lean close and sniff to smell the other's arousal - their arousal scents were pouring from them. The slightly-acidic scent of the lynx and the earthy scent of the fox mingled, making a perfume that would have intoxicated anyone.

Isaac knelt on the bed between Samuel's legs. He ran his paws up and down Samuel's legs, caressing him from his black-socked toes to the top of his inner thighs.

Samuel whimpered and squirmed, his shaft fully extended now. Precum was making the arrowhead-shaped tip glisten.

Isaac bent over and gently gripped it with his teeth, being careful not to let his sharp fangs hurt it. The precum tasted sweet and Isaac scraped his rough tongue across the slit in the tip of the tod's cock.

Samuel gasped and his legs spasmed out straight.

"Sam, you've never done this, have you?"

"N-no but I want to! Oh please!"

Lifting Samuel's legs over his shoulders, Isaac buried his nose into Samuel's bellyfur. He inhaled deeply, tasting the thick odor of the fox's arousal. He burrowed his nose down past that pink cock, past the fuzzy white balls, into the thick fur between Samuel's legs. He nosed and tongued Samuel's crotch for a minute; his heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest, it was beating so hard.

Samuel was whining and murring as his toes clenched and unclenched.

Isaac raised his head and started licking around the base of Samuel's cock. It was as salty as his crotch had been odorous. Stroking his rough tongue up the length of the tod's shaft several times, then circling the cockhead, he heard a gasp. With a smile, he took the head into his mouth and started sucking on it, still licking. Samuel moaned: "Oh All, yesss."

Isaac reached up and poked at Samuel's mouth with a finger. The tod opened his eyes in puzzlement, then eagerly took the finger in and started sucking on it. After a couple of minutes, during which Isaac slid his mouth up and down Samuel's shaft, pausing every third stroke to rub his rough tongue thoroughly over the cockhead, he pulled his now-wet finger from the tod's mouth.

Reaching under Samuel's balls, he pushed his finger into the young tod's oh-so-tight-and-hot tailhole. Samuel whined momentarily and cinched down on the probing finger, then relaxed as Isaac worked it in-and-out in synchronization with his sucking of Samuel's cock.

Samuel's knot was already swelling. Isaac leaned in and swallowed the young tod's entire six-inch cock, feeling its head rub against the back of his throat. The fox-knot filled his mouth behind his teeth.

Just another minute of Isaac's finger stroking Samuel's tailhole while his tongue massaged the throbbing knot, and Samuel quivered sharply. Isaac used his tongue to press Samuel's knot hard and the tod gushed. There came a strangled yelp from above. The stream went right down Isaac's throat and he swallowed happily. He pulled his head back slightly and used his lips to clamp down hard on the fox-knot; this got him another heavy spurt, one that filled his mouth.

He stroked his mouth up and down the tod's throbbing cock a few more times, milking all he could get from it. He didn't want to waste any - it was too delicious, he wanted every drop to stay in him.

When he didn't think there would be more, he pulled his head off the fox's cock and laid it on Samuel's belly. He just lay there, licking here and there on the dark pink shaft, while Samuel gasped for air, murring so loudly it made Isaac grin. He watched the knot slowly subside. Isaac slithered up the bed to where he could hold Samuel in his arms. "Happy now, foxy?"

"Oh, oh yes!"

"You just keep your legs apart like that. Let me get a pillow under your rump to raise your tailhole ... there ... perfect. Ah, your tail looks like a big sign from the air, showing the way to go. Good enough to guide the Broken Claw home!" That made Samuel giggle.

There was a small bottle of lotion on the beside table; Isaac reached for it, popped the top off, squeezed a fingerful out, and started massaging Samuel's tailhole with his thumbs. The young fox chirruped in pleasure as Isaac rubbed and rubbed in circles around his tailhole. Isaac's shaft had been fully extended for a while and he could feel it was as hard as steel. Soon Isaac positioned himself over the youngster, slowly lowered his cockhead to the target, and eased it gently in.

He felt Samuel's paws clutch at his backfur and paused, letting the virgin tailhole adjust to being entered. "Are you ready for me now, sweet thing?"

"Y-yes ser."

"Ser? Oh come now, Sam ... surely you have better words for me."

"Well ... I've been calling you 'my heart' in my dreams," the fox said, blushing so hard his white neckfur almost glowed red. He ducked his head, tucking it under Isaac's chin.

Isaac kissed his young lover's scalp and nibbled at his black eartips. He nipped one ear with his sharpest fangs, laughing at Samuel's muffled yelp.

When he felt Samuel relax, he said, "Now you get all I can give you," and shoved hard, pushing a couple inches of thick catcock in. Samuel let out a strangled Yip and Isaac purred hard. He paused again, letting the tod's virgin tailhole become used to penetration. Samuel whined and his legs stiffened. After a moment, he let out a hiss of breath and relaxed. Isaac felt the young fox's sphincter ease up.

He started stroking in and out and in and out, delving a bit deeper with each thrust. Soon enough, he was shoving his entire lightly-barbed cock in, pulling back till just the head remained each time.

Samuel's tongue was hanging from the side of his muzzle and he was panting as if he was exercising in hot weather. Isaac brought his muzzle to Samuel's and they kissed. Then Samuel started licking the sweetly-submissive fox under his chin, along his cheeks, across his brows, down the sides of his neck.

It had been a long dry spell for Isaac, so he couldn't hold back for long. With an ear-splitting yowl, he came, ramming his hips as far into Isaac's crotch as he could.

Samuel felt himself fill with hot cum and started yipping loudly.

The combination of fox-yips and lynx-yowl made such a distinctive and odd sound that Isaac started laughing. He finished pumping his load into the tod's belly, and just gently stroked his cock in and out, stirring the cum.

Samuel gave a sigh that seemed to come all the way from his tailhole up to his muzzle, and hugged Isaac as tightly as he could.

"Well, Sam, is that what you wanted?" Isaac asked as he pulled his cock out and wiped it with the towel they had carried along. Then he rubbed Samuel's tailhole clean.

"Yesss ..." sighed the young tod in total satisfaction.

"Hmph. I 'spose you're gonna want to do this more."

"Uh-huh. Lots more. And often."

"Whatta you think I am, a teenager?"

They collapsed in laughter, hugging and nuzzling and rubbing. After a few minutes, Isaac said, "You know, I wanted a long hot bath ... wonder why I didn't get one?"

"Dunno. Maybe you got distracted?"

"We both need one now - let's go."

They stood up off the bed and walked to the bathroom, arms around each other, kissing with every other step.

"And this time, you wash my back!"

"Wonder if there's anything we could do in the tub to pass the time?"

"Oh, I expect so. Maybe I can find you a rubber ducky." Isaac let out a yip of his own as Samuel's tail whipped around and swatted his rump.

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The next day, Advocate and Lieutenant Isaac Tufts filed the necessary papers to assume the custody of one orphaned minor, Samuel Fielder.

The Orphan's Office saw no problems with that - they knew Ser Tufts to be one of the best advocates around, an experienced military officer with several awards. Ser Tufts was the youngest advocate to be accepted for pleading before the Council's High Courts in many years. Financially well-off, educated, stable - they couldn't hope to find a better home for Samuel Fielder and saw no reason he should have to spend another three years in the Orphans' Hostel. Why should the Council have to pay his expenses when a well-to-do, respectable lynx wanted the responsibility?

Particularly since the application was endorsed by High Justice Roamer.