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Bakers all have secret ingredients.

Most of the time, they're common things that you simply wouldn't think to add to a normal pastry or bread product. Even sugar can be a secret ingredient, if you're using it in a manner that it isn't commonly used.

One baker in particular didn't know why his own bread was so popular at first, however. Ordinary loaves of bread were coming out of the oven hot and fresh, and were sitting on the table, waiting to be bought.

For a time, the sales were fairly average, and the bakers didn't really take anything about the bread into consideration. When sales began to skyrocket, however, and people were praising the bread for how sweet and tender it was, they decided that they had to investigate.

They never would have guessed that a fennec was living in their kitchen, and that, every now and again, he'd wake up to romance the bread. They were able to spy him making love to one of the loaves, and though it felt immoral, their secret "sweet bread" was born just days later. It opened to rave reviews and incredible sales, but what was once a blessing to the fennec in the bakery was becoming a bit of a hassle.

Sweet bread was so popular that the bakers weren't sure that they could make enough of it. A young and virile male, the fennec was able to spill his seed multiple times a day, but even then, the bakers couldn't quite keep up with the demand, and after a few weeks of the treatment, the poor creature was running ragged.

"Oh...oh God no. Another? Why does there have to be another?"

His eyes were bigger than his stomach, so to speak, and no matter how tired he was, no matter how his lungs panted to try and draw air, he couldn't help himself. His body was shaking with exhaustion and weakness, but as the tiny wisps of steam rose up from another freshly baked loaf of bread, the fennec couldn't help himself.

He simply had to have it, and he wasn't even remotely aware of the fact that the bakery owners were using him for a profit gain.

"I swear, I must be building a reputation!" the fennec suggested of himself, having no idea just how right he was. "It's like there's another one of you fine ladies every hour! I'm just one man! You girls are gonna drain me dry pretty soon..."

The typical romancing was lost. Once, the male would have stroked the sides of the bread and inspected the rise of the loaf, instead of just going right to work on it. He'd look upon the smooth curves of the bread, admiring the way that the bread pans gave such a smooth and rounded top to what was otherwise a fairly square shape. It was a unique creature, much like himself, and perhaps, that's why he was so enticed by it.

On the other hand, he was probably just a twisted fennec with a fetish for bread, and conveniently, the bread never argued with him. It just soothed him, letting steam rise up into his fur to massage his tired, aching muscles. The soft, bouncy flesh of the bread made for a perfect place for the fennec to relax when he was all done, and he knew a little too well that it felt positively welcoming when he stuffed his cock inside of it.

There was a certain process to the madness, and though it was still rather strange for the bakers to watch a fennec fox hump a loaf of bread, they were getting truly concerned. He only favored the bread that was still steaming, and he was just one fox. He couldn't impregnate all of the bread at once, and when the loaves cooled down, it was as if he couldn't see them anymore. He was obviously attracted to the heat and the fresh warmth, and the customers loved the sweet bread for the same reason.

The growing lines of people, standing outside of the door and complaining that the food was taking too long was starting to get to the bakers, and they were at the end of their rope. They had a plan...but it felt wrong to go through with it.

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"Goodness, you're a tight little thing! I can barely get it in there!"

Despite the overwhelming numbers that he faced, the little fennec was a trooper. He refused to give up on his duties, or perhaps, it was more fitting to say that he couldn't fight his addiction.

The bakers were certainly happy for the same, and they even tried to soften up the bread recipe just a little bit, knowing that too much dry friction would cause the fennec to stop his advances altogether. Thankfully, the pockets of air inside of the bread and the moist steam were plentiful, giving the fennec plenty to enjoy about his continuing, unpaid work.

"Ooooh, yeah...there it goes...n-nice and easy, right in your tight little bread puss," he groaned, as tiny, sharp claws dug rivets into the crust of the bread, giving it the trademark look that the bakers refused to share the secret of. So far, everyone just assumed that the bakers were cutting tiny nicks into the bread before they put it in the oven.

They had no idea that a tiny fox was actually pounding his haunches into the freshly baked bread and digging his claws in for leverage.

"You're too steamy, baby! F-fuck...I can't stand it! You're squeezing me so tight!" he cheered his somewhat imaginary lover on, not knowing that the clenching sensation around his flesh was actually just the bread reaching the apex of it's expansion, which was followed with a minuscule contraction of size. To a human eye, it was barely visible, but to the delighted fennec, it was as if a steamy paw was squeezing delicately at his length, encouraging him to give up the secret ingredient that he didn't know he was essential for.

Watching from a safe distance and still debating the ethics of their move, the bakers were quite the unusual voyeurs, but they genuinely took care in watching the act as a form of quality control, ensuring that the fennec never went too far and destroyed a loaf in his lustful conquests.

So far, every single loaf he fucked was perfect, and though they couldn't ensure that with replication of the same, the demand was simply too great, and the money, too much for them to pass up.

"You...you almost done with that, pal?"

At first, the male fennec only had eyes for the loaf of bread that was cradling his sack and getting ready to receive his cum.

His long, tall ears flicked forward and picked up on a voice, however, and it startled him; the bread never talked back to him, and the voice was definitely of a cocky, arrogant male.

" Go get your own!" the first fennec growled out, digging his claws deeper into the bread than he normally would. The voice came from another male fennec, and clearly, he had the same intention for the bread that any other fennec would. "She's all mine, damn it!"

"Sheesh! What a bummer...she's got plenty of crust left for me to enjoy, y'know. I bet she'd love to get taken from both ends."

"Then I'll take her other end next," the first fennec argued. "Go find your own! There's plenty of bread around here!"

Of course, to the bakers, the exchange sounded like little more than high-pitched yapping and screaming. They knew the males were arguing, but when the second one finally walked away and found a second loaf of steaming, fresh bread to interact with, their plan was coming to fruition with a greater success than they ever could have imagined.

Over the course of the week, a third and fourth fennec were added to the mix, and it seemed, perhaps, that the bakery was going to be able to take the giant leap forward that the owners were dreaming of.

Prices for sweet bread were going up rapidly, and while it was still tough for the bakers themselves to make enough bread to keep up with the demand, their shop was filled with little helpers who would have been downright adorable, if they weren't so busy fucking loaves of bread in the kitchen.

"Yeah...yeah, take that fox cock, you steamy little slut!" one of the fennecs growled as he pounded his hips ferociously against the bouncy, soft loaf. It made no proper response, even when the pan holding the bread squeaked a little bit from their intense, rapid lovemaking.

If the bread ever had feelings, it might have been in heaven to have such attention, but unfortunately, it just sat in the pan, cooling slowly and sharing what heat it had with a fennec who was determined to fill it up with an excessive amount of semen.

That same mess was being manipulated, even, as the bakers kept a small dish of water and tiny fruits on the floor, knowing that they could influence the taste of the cum if the fennecs ate enough of it. If it was all they were allowed to eat, then certainly, the sweet bread would only get sweeter over time, enticing old customers to come back, and new ones to stick around that much longer.

The kitchen was filled a chorus of quiet, squeaky moans from the fennecs as they impregnated loaf after loaf of bread, and though they were getting sloppy about their work and occasionally spilling seed on the counters, it didn't seem to matter too much to the bakers, who needed only to take the finished product and display it for customers. Merely the sight of the unique loaves was enough to make a sale, and though bakers and fennecs alike were exhausted by the end of the day, everything seemed to be going swimmingly.

It wasn't until the bakers decided to call it a night early when they saw what could easily be the downfall of their growing empire.

"Nnnf...uuf... fuck yeah, you naughty little loaf...you like that? You like feeling that cream filling g-getting pumped into ya?"

It was the original fennec who started the entire mess, still going late into the evening hours, as he was wont to do. The other fennecs were quick to pick up some of his slack and join in the fun, but clearly, none of them enjoyed it as much as he did, and he seemed to have the greatest endurance of the bunch. No matter how many loaves he scratched, nibbled and fucked silly, he always seemed to have the energy for one more, and the bakers were happy to provide it, so long as the ovens were going.

Even as he cried out in a quiet, squeaking orgasm and filled the last loaf of the evening with his cum, there was a fire burning within him that simply wouldn't be doused. He was beginning to get the idea of how the bakery worked, and he looked expectantly up at the oven, figuring that the bakers would be bringing him another loaf in a matter of seconds.

He sat, and waited. He panted heavily from the effort of his tired, shaking hips. His eyes glazed over slightly as he fantasized about burying his cock into another steamy specimen, and the feeling of that moisture wrapping around his little body.

His waiting, however, was all in vain. The lights to the kitchen were shut off, and the poor fennec was left without a loaf of bread to fuck, surrounded only by other foxes who wanted the same thing that he did.

His mind barely knew how to process such a fate. His confusion was evident, and he walked in tiny circles on the prep station as he pondered his very existence, never having expected to come to such a fate.

"Hey, new guy. Gimme that loaf."

The second fennec to arrive was taking his sweet time with a sweet loaf, and didn't seem to be in any rush to leave. He must have known what was coming somehow, and the first fennec growled angrily as his companion refused to get out of the way.

"Not a chance, buddy. She's the sweetest little bitch of a loaf I've ever fucked! She's got a steamy little backside, too...and I'm not pulling out of it!"

"She wants me, so get offa her!"

"No way."

"Last chance, pal. I'm the top dog around here!"

"In your dreams!"

The bakers were used to falling asleep to the sound of growling at night, thanks to the quadrant of fennecs running around in their kitchen.

They didn't even remotely know how to respond to the sight of four, fennec males tied to each other, each one knotted into the ass of another, when they awoke the next morning.