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Gideon Grey sat in the back seat of a brightly-colored cab as it navigated the busy streets of downtown Zootopia, so excited he was practically bouncing on the padded pleather next to his duffel bag. Everything had been coming up roses for the chubby country fox the past few months! Not only had he opened his second bakery location here in the big city to a level of success and acclaim he never thought possible, but thanks to his boyfriend Allen was a fully out and proud gay man, and not just here but back in Bunnyburrow as well. He felt like he was finally living the life he was always meant to live and it was wonderful! The only thing that was kinda rough with his and the wolf's relationship was the distance and the fact they could really only be together on weekends.

It was his weekend to visit Allen, but this was anything but an ordinary visit. He'd received some incredible news and decided not only did he want to share it in person, but he really didn't want to have to wait for their usual meeting time of Saturday morning, so he'd left his beloved bakery and made the long train trip a day early. He didn't relay his plans to his boyfriend, opting to make the trip in secret and surprise him at his workplace, the day spa where they'd first met. Since then he'd gotten to know all the other therapists and receptionists there, so he felt comfortable enough to make such a public display of affection there.

"Hey buddy, ya fall asleep back there?"

Gideon whipped his head back to the front of the cab, blinking rapidly, to see the rhino that'd been driving looking at him with a bemused look on his face. The country fox blushed, embarrassed, as he realized he'd been so off in his own thoughts they'd come to a stop in front of his destination.

"S-sorry, Sir," he said, handing some cash equal to the amount he could see on the meter up front, plus a healthy tip, to the gruff mammal, "reckon Ah did a bit."

"Eh, no worries, pal," he replied, taking the money and giving a rough smile in return, "take it easy."

Gideon thanked him and opened the door, stepping out onto the crowded sidewalk to be immediately bombarded by the myriad sights, sounds and smells of the city. An antelope darted into the now-empty back seat he'd previously occupied as the fox situated his bag on his shoulder and mounted the steps leading up to the spa entrance. The door opened with a pleasant jingle of bells and his sensitive nose was immediately caressed by the gentle smell of lavender.

"Howdy, Brenda," he said to the young beaver receptionist as he walked up to the desk.

"Hi Gideon," she said pleasantly, looking up from the phone screen that's been holding her attention, "how're you?"

"Cou'dn't be better, thankya! Al free ta talk?"

"I couldn't really say, he's not here. He didn't have any appointments for this afternoon so he decided to take the rest of the day off, left about an hour ago."

"Ah see," he said, "guess that'll teach me ta not call first, huh?"

Brenda giggled, nodding her agreement. She couldn't help but find the country fox charming. He thanked her, said goodbye and stepped back out into the hustle and bustle. He held up one chubby arm and signaled a passing cab, climbing into the stopped vehicle and opening his bag as he told the tiger driver the address of Allen's apartment in the frigid section of the city known as TundraTown.

He removed his favorite grey sweatshirt from his bag and slipped it over his head as they neared the technical marvel that was the colossal wall --the wall that also contained the mechanisms that kept the entire borough beyond it at a constant 10 degrees-- separating the icy-covered area from the rest of the city. No matter how many times he'd seen it, the extreme temperature change always surprised him, and this time was no different. The temperate climate of the city central was left behind as the cab passed through one of the many tunnels that connected the areas, and Gideon gasped as he always did as the glimmering, winterly beauty of Tundra Town opened up before him. Everything was white like marshmallow, and sparkled like light hitting spilled sugar.

Once through the tunnel it was just a short drive to the wolf's apartment, located off a few blocks off the main thoroughfare on a quiet side street. Gideon thanked and paid the driver --once again with a healthy tip on top-- after he pulled up to the small 4-story building. He dashed quickly inside, the sweatshirt not really doing much to keep the fabricated cold out, and began the climb up the 3 flights of stairs to Allen's apartment, Apartment 3C. The chubby baker fox could hear some type of low-tempo music and the earthy scent of patchouli coming from inside. He set his bag on the floor to adjust his shirt, flattening any wrinkles, and making sure the longer, deeper colored fur on the top of his head looked presentable before knocking on the solid oak door.

"Just a moment," came a quiet voice.

He heard paws gently padding over to the door and the slight metallic grinding of a lock being undone, and there he was. Gideon's boyfriend, clad in just his favorite ratty black and grey plaid lounging pants, the white fur of his bare torso practically shining, registered complete surprise on his angular face.

"Gid," he said excitedly, immediately seizing the fox in a tight hug, then in a questioning tone, "what're you doing here? Did we move days and I forgot?"

"Naw, baby," he replied, returning the hug, "Ah wanted ta su'prise ya! Ah had some...thin'...ta......Al, wat's goin' on here?"

From his position at the door, Gideon just happened to look into his boyfriend's apartment and saw something he wasn't expecting. The lights were turned way down, but even with the low visibility the fox couldn't miss the massage table in the center of the living room, a huge, buff, naked tiger laying face down on top!

"Hmm? Oh, right. Well let me show you." He took Gideon's hand in his and led him inside, walking him right up to the table and it's nude occupant.

"Hey Quinton," he said to the tiger, tapping him lightly on the should until he lifted his head to observe the canine pair with bright green eyes, "this is my boyfriend Gideon. Gid, this is Quinton."

The massive tiger held out a broad paw. "So I finally get to meet the mysterious Gideon I've heard so much about. I must say, you are just as cute as Allen said."

The country baker blushed deep crimson as he took the proffered paw. "W-w-well thank ya, Sir." He couldn't stop his eyes from roaming the muscular stripped body on full display.

"Easy Stripes, he's taken. Anyway, remember that place I was telling you about, Gid? The Oasis?"

"Y-yep," Gideon replied to Allen's question, blushing even deeper at the mention of the popular naturalist club back in the city square.

"Quinton does massage there. We get together a couple times a month and exchange massages, and today was his turn. I'd just started when you knocked."

"Yeah, but I don't mind dipping out and leaving you two lovebirds to have some private time," the tiger chimed in.

"Naw naw," Gideon said, "y'all had this planned. Ah don't mind waitin'."

"You sure, baby," Allen asked, taking the fox's hands in his.

"Ah'm sure," he replied, smiling at his boyfriend.

Gideon sat down on the couch and pulled out his phone, pretending to be engrossed in something happening on the small screen as the wolf resumed his session, but really all his attention was focused firmly on what was in front of him. The tiger was certainly no slouch in the looks department, and his body was incredible, but it was his lover Allen he couldn't take his eyes off of. He'd never really watched him give a massage before, and it was beautiful to behold. His fluid movements, the calm look on his face, the way his back, arm and chest muscles flexed and relaxed; the fox still couldn't believe such a sexy specimen would be attracted him!

The fox was enjoying himself so much it barely felt like any time at all had passed when Allen lightly patted the the tiger's shoulder and said, "Ok Quin, you're good to go, buddy."

The large feline slowly removed himself from the padded table, sitting on the edge of it to luxuriously stretch his muscular, naked body.

"Wow," he started, sleepily, "fantastic as always, Al."

"Just trying to live up to your standards," he replied playfully.

The two therapists ribbed each other good naturedly as Quinton pulled his cloths back on and prepared to leave.

"So would next Wednesday work for you," he asked.

"That should be fine, but I'll have to get back to you on the time. You want me to come to your place, or would you rather come back here?"

"You can come to me," he replied. They hugged each other before Quinton extended his paw once again to the chubby fox seated on the couch.

"Gideon, good to finally meet you!"

"You too, Sir," he said, taking the paw offered to him again into a hearty shake while simultaneously hiding the partial erection he'd had the entire time he'd been seated there.

"Hope to see you around more. And don't call me 'Sir,' name's Quin."

A few short moments later the door to the apartment was closed and locked, and the two canines were alone. Allen bent down and kissed the fox's nosetip, giving him one of his patented smirks.

"Let me clean this mess up a bit and I'm all your's for the evening, baby."

He turned his back to the fox and bent down to pick up a bottle of oil from where he'd left it on the ground, and that was precisely the moment Gideon couldn't deny his arousal any longer. He moved with speed rarely seen for the portly canine from his seat on the couch and firmly, but gently, pushed his now-standing lover over the side of his own massage table. Just a short month ago he would've never felt confident to be so forceful, but ever since their first bondage play session Allen hadn't been shy about saying that he liked the more aggressive side that occasionally reared its head. He proved that by grinding his firm ass back against the denim-covered crotch of his boyfriend, looking back at him with obviously lust in his blue eyes.

"Mmm, saw something you liked, Sir?"

Gideon easily pulled the waistband of the wolf's pants over and down the twin mounds of his asscheeks with one hand, fully exposing them as he let the threadbare garment pool around its owner's paws, while the other found itself latched loosely onto the back of Allen's neck.

He leaned forward, resting his heavyset belly on the broad white-furred back, and breathily whispered, "Yer dang ri'ht Ah did." He punctuated his statement with a gently smack of one meaty, white globe, smirking as the mammal beneath released a gasp followed by a lustful moan.

"Yeah? Show me how much you liked it!"

Gideon wasted no time in doing just that, dropping to his knees and spreading the wolf's juicy cheeks before assaulting his puckered tailhole with moist lips and tongue. Shockwaves raced up Allen's spine as the fox lapped at the tender area with the gusto of a man dying of thirst in the desert coming across a stream. The white-furred canine practically squealed as chunky fingertips playfully tickled his swinging nutsack and the dexterous tongue that had previously only licked began probing, sinking deeper in as the ring of muscle relaxed further.

Once Gideon had judged he was loose enough, the fox stood up, dropped his own pants, and, using the wolf's own massage oil bottle, lubed his dripping, rock hard 6" cock. He positioned his conical cockhead right up against Allen's back door and entered him, sliding smoothly down, the wolf biting down on the tables sheets, until he was buried all the way to the hilt. He bit his lower lip as he slowly pulled back until just the head was still inside, then plowed back in at a slightly faster rate. He continued, getting progressively faster with each reinsertion, until he was truly jackhammering the poor wolf under him, holding onto one of his shoulders and one of his hips for leverage.

Allen whimpered as his country boyfriend completely pulling out of him, looking back over his shoulder with sweat dripping from his face to see what the matter was.

Gideon gave him a gentle smack on the ass, smirking and eyebrow peaked roguishly, and said, "On yer back, baby."

The wolf flipped over onto his back so fast Gideon almost didn't process he'd done it, the wooden table creaking threateningly, and held his legs up nice and high, holding his thick thighs in his hands. Gideon moved in, placing his boyfriend's ankles on his beefy shoulders and replaced the hands on his thighs with his own pudgy mitts. He did the same rhythm and technique from before, lining up cock and asshole and sliding in and out with increasing speed. Allen clutched his own throbbing, 7-inch cock and pumped, using the precum that flowed from it as lube, while the chubby fox kissed his soft paws and lightly suckled the tips of his toes. Gideon wasn't really into worshipping paws like the wolf was, but he was more than happy to do it for; after all, if Allen allowed him to explore his bondage fantasies, it seemed only fair that he'd return the favor.

Allen was rapidly reaching the point of no return in regards to climax, his current position providing the perfect angle for the fox's stout cock to drill directly into the hard nut of his prostate. The lips and tongue on his tender pawpads only rushed him further along the river to orgasm. As he furiously pumped his member he happened to open his eyes and look at his lover right as Gideon did the same. Their eyes met and a euphoric, beautiful, cocky smirk brightened the fox's chubby, round face. That did it. With a powerful howl, the arctic wolf came, his hot milky semen soaking his chest and belly fur.

The sudden tightening upon his orgasm of the wolf's sphincter around Gideon's cock made him growl aggressively and thrust harder than before, with gritted teeth and short claws digging into the flesh of his boyfriend's thighs. The massage table groaned its protest against such rough treatment as the fox passionately drove himself into Allen's guts over and over again. With one final mighty thrust he painted the wolf's insides white with hot cum, standing ram-rod stiff as what felt like gallons drained into his lover.

Both mammals groaned in mild discomfort as Gideon gently pulled out of his boyfriend's used hole, a thin stream of semen dribbling from the wolf's puckered sphincter. The chubby country fox collapsed back onto the couch, panting heavily, thick legs quivering from the position he'd been in. He pulled off the sweatshirt and black t-shirt he'd completely forgotten he'd been wearing up over his head, fully exposing his cute, rounded torso, and tossed them onto the floor next to the small pile of their pants, then laid his head back and closed his eyes. Allen grunted painfully as he slowly lifted himself up from the table, sprawling out on his back on the couch so his head ended up on the baker's lap. The fox settled one beefy arm across the wolf's chest, softly scritching behind Allen's ears and affectionately ruffling his headfur.

"You're incredible Gideon," the wolf said, panting, "I love you."

"Ah luv ya too, baby." The fox took hold of Allen's hand and brought it up to his lips, planting a soft kiss on its back. They stayed that way, quiet in their contentment, until the sun could be seen going down through the living room windows.

"So, you never told me why you decided to come a day early."

Gideon smacked his forehead with one chubby paw; he'd managed to forget all about his exciting news.

"Right! Ah'm sorry, baby, can ya git up off'a me real quick?"

Allen raised himself up into a sitting position, allowing the fox to get up and grab his bag from where he dropped it. He sat back down with it, rummaging through for a few seconds before coming up with an official-looking white envelope, offering it to the Arctic wolf with a big grin on his face. The white-furred mammal took it and lifted the previously opened flap, removing the trifolded, typed letter, and started reading it aloud.

'Dear Mr. Grey,

This is Timothy Bucktooth, editor-in-chief of Zootopia Times. I'm pleased to announce our readers have voted your bakery their favorite new restaurant! We'd like to send one of our writers and a photographer to your storefront to conduct a short interview that we can include in our annual "Best of Zootopia" issue.'

The letter continued on, but Allen was far to excited to read it. The letter dropped onto the cushion behind him as he took his boyfriend into a tight hug.

"Oh Gid I'm so proud of you," he exclaimed, coating the fox's chubby cheeks in emphatic kisses, "I told you your shop was gonna be huge!"

Gideon giggled softly, the kisses his boyfriend planting down near his neck tickling him a bit. "Thank ya baby. Can't help but feel like it's'a whole buncha praise fer som'thin' not really worth it. Ah jus' bake, after all."

"Yeah, and you're amazing at it! You thoroughly deserve every little bit of praise you get."

The fox smiled shyly and kissed Allen on the tip of his black nose.

"So when do they want to do this interview?"

"Doin' it'n two weeks. Wouldja, maybe, come wit' me that day? Ya know, moral support?"

"You know I will, Pie Daddy," he said with a wink. It never failed to amuse him just how much that nickname flustered Gideon. "But that's in the future. Right now, I think a celebration is in order!" *************************************************************************** Gideon took a deep, joyful breath, filling his lungs completely with the fresh air of the first official day of spring. The sun, warm and bright, felt amazing on his husky body, and the vibrant greens of the trees and grass made him feel almost giddy as he made the short walk from the door of his trailer to the mailbox next to the brown line of the driveway. He opened the mounted tin box and removed the contents, and his eye was immediately caught by the 8X10 manilla envelope, Do Not Bend stamped on the front in bold blue ink. He carried it and the few pieces of junk mail he'd been expecting back up the rickety wooden stairs to his trailer, taking a seat on his old couch.

He dropped the uninteresting pieces on the coffee table and studied the official-looking one closer. The return address said Tommy Quill, a name Gideon felt was familiar but for the life of him he couldn't remember why. He carefully cut open the flap with a blunt index claw, his good mood dissolving into confusion and not a little bit of panic as he pulled out the glossy photo inside. His first thought jumped to blackmail, his entire body breaking out into a sweat of fear, but that idea quickly left him mind as he realized no one would be stupid enough to send something like that with their own name and address on it. It was then he noticed the hand-written letter.

'Dear Mr. Grey,

I don't know if you remember me, but I was the photographer the Zootopia Times sent over to your bakery a month ago. I'm normally a very professional guy, and I've never done this type of thing before, believe me, but when I saw you two with that perfect lighting I just couldn't help but to snap a pic and I thought you might like a copy. You guys make a great couple.

Regards, Tommy'

The chubby fox was flabbergasted! He looked back at the photo again, smiling as he recalled that precise moment in time. It showed Gideon and Allen in a quiet corner of his shop, the fox leaning back against the slightly taller mammal's chest with his eyes closed almost to slits. Allen, meanwhile, was holding the fox's paws in his own and was whispering into his pointed ear that his interview was going to go great. The light really was perfect, too; it being fairly early in the morning the sun was shimmering beautifully through the large front window, holding them both in a matrix of golden light.

He carefully set the photo down on the table and stood, walking down the short hallway to his small bedroom with the intent of switching from the old, somewhat tattered lounging cloths he was currently wrapped in into something more presentable for a quick trip into town. It was his turn to host, the wolf coming in on the train the next morning, and he wanted to get a frame for the picture before then.