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First time pred... 2

Heather hummed as she put the dishes away, pausing momentarily to rest her paw against her belly. 'Nausea?' "Heh." She giggled had only gotten morning sickness one other time, when she had had her first litter. But... Jaert had been quite the adamant lover the last couple of weeks, something she was not at all displeased about it. There was pep in his step, vim in his voice, a certain... commandeering dominance she did not expect from the easy going electrician. She was forced to admit to herself that she liked it, he was so much more exciting like he was now.

She opened the fridge door, smiling to herself as she knew the truth even before going to her doctor. 'Pregnant.' She had not been planning on it... but things were going so well with her husband's new manner. She... would have to pick up a kit to make sure, before she told him about it of course. She skimmed down through the fridge, her small smile slowly eroding into a frown. Where was that ground turkey she had picked up at the farmers market? She thought about it hard for a moment, sure that there had been at least one package left in there. 'Had she cooked it? No, of course not.' "Honey?" She called out softly, towards the garage that abutted their kitchen that was where Jaert spent so much of his time. There was no response, but she could hear Jaert using his tools in there, using the wheel grinder, or whatever it was called. She knocked on the garage door, and then opened it to peek her head into the room wrinkling her nose at the scent of grinding dust. "Honey?"

Jaert had been sharpening the kitchen knives, each one laid neatly in one of two rows on either side of the wheel stone. He pulled up his clear plastic muzzle shield, blinking at her brightly as he saw her. "Yes dear?"

"Did you eat that ground turkey burger I picked up?" The sleek, pretty ermine asked her ferret husband as he smiled at her with a kind of confidents that she'd noticed him him lately.

"Oh... oh the turkey?" His grin became bashfully at her, nodding his sleek brown head slowly as she looked at him. "Yeah... sorry hon, you know how hungry I've been getting after my runs. I cooked it up while you were out with your sister yesterday, there may be a patty left in the..."

"No, no, a patty won't do for our Sunday dinner." She tsk'd, putting her tiny paws on her hips, and looking at him pouting so cutely he made the ferret shiver. "I guess I will just have to have you go pick some up at the store."

"Aww... but honey, I was about to go on my morning run..."

"You and your runs, that's why we're out of meat." She teased, before plucking the messenger bag from the wall of the garage and tossing it to him. "Here, you can just strap this on... and run as much as you want. Just pick some up, on the way back... Okay? And try not to get the cheap stuff, you know I think it tastes funny when they mix in too much soy."

He took the bag from his wife, pulling her close while nuzzling and kissing at her cheeks and lips. Teasing and tickling until she squirmed pulling away from him, smirking in pleasure while sighed dramatically. "Fine, fine. I will FETCH you your ground Meat..." He assured jokingly, strapping on the messenger bag over his jogging suit as he watched his lovely wife. "Oh yeah... I remember this thing, gosh this is my old tool bag from back when I just started my craft." He flexed his arms playfully, making her laugh at his clowning like she had done when the first started dating. "Still fits like a glove."

Heather laughed as she urged him towards the door, wanting to get the run out of the way while she went to visit her sister. "Just like me." The sexy ermine giggled teasingly, as her handsome young husband grinned and nodded. "Now go.. and PLEASE don't get distracted with any pretty girls?" He chuckled happily, and nodded his head appreciatively at this joke.

"I Promise... to get your meat and not even glance at any other girls." Jaert teased with a silly look like it was a great and terrible labor, before he was off and running.

*

The members of the Blackwater athletic club were hard chargers, always had been from the ball fields to the ballroom. They played hard and they partied even harder, and last night they had a real reason. Their team captain Reggie was going to be getting married, and so they had hauled the bandy little goat off to the best strip club in town. Only to get tossed out for being a bit to drunk and handsy, that had ended up with them going from one club to another all night long. Until in the wee hours of the morning with no place left, they had drive out to Hightail park to finish off their liquor. Reggie was passed out completely senseless by then, the little goat unlike the horses and deer just not able to handle his alcohol.

It was Cameron a big roan stallion who had gotten the idea to strip him, it was going to be a great drunken joke. For the little goat to wake up naked outdoors in a park, or so the intoxicated horse through. He looked down at their team captains naked crotch in awe, the little guy had such huge cum bags. Cameron had always secretly admired the goat's huge balls, they were even bigger than his own. And the stallion was the biggest guy on the team, he looked around bleary eyed in the early morning light. Realizing that almost everyone was passed out or asleep, moving over a short distance the wobbly stallion shoved down his shorts. Dragging his long stud stick out to empty his bladder, before tossing back the bottle in his hand and draining it dry. He threw it away with a drunken smirk, took two steps and collapsed over a log that had been made into a bench by the parks dept.

It was the sound of the discarded bottle breaking, that got Jaert's attention as he was jogging along. The ferret had been quietly cursing forgetting his iBuds, and being left to run in the early morning with nothing but this backpack, which shuffled and rolled with each step. He dodged around a tree, ducked under a branch, and then heard the crack of glass, smashing on a rock. He trotted to a stop, looking this way and that... over in the distance, almost hidden by the trees, he saw a shape flop down. 'What?' He jogged close, nimbly skipping over branches and leaves, making not a sound as he approached the figure. 'What in the...' There were guys passed out everywhere... big herbivore guys with thick with muscle, rank with youth. And, if the smell of cheap whiskey and vomit was anything to go by, entirely intoxicated which explained why they were laying around. He glanced around slowly, this was off of the main path, up by the campgrounds where no one would be this time of year. It was extremely unlikely that anyone would come across these fellas for hours, the ferret poked around not saying a word, just checking to make sure they were passed out and not worse. He felt a tingling in his stomach, a familiar sensation, though he couldn't understand, or remember, what it was from. He tried to think about it, trying to remember when he had last felt it. It was then that he saw the goat, sprawled on his back, legs wide apart, with two of the fattest looking meat balls just dangling out in the open. Laying on top of a weathered old picnic table, like some kind of bizarre serving platter. Suddenly it flashed in his head, Jaert remembered when he'd last felt these sensations in the steam room with the bull. He hadn't thought about it, had tried very hard NOT to think about what had happened several weeks ago. It had been a fluke of course, a onetime incident that, while... viscerally very satisfying, stimulating, had... had its time. Merely the follies of youth, of course he was in point of fact middle aged and not a youth at all. But seeing those big goat nuts just laying on table, as if the goat was some kind of predators dream feast... Jaert bit his lip. "Shit."

The little goat moaned softly in his unconscious state, his leg's trembling and swinging weakly. That made those massive nuts flop and sway almost seductively, plainly the drunken caprine was having a dream. "Annie..." He bleated so soft and slurred, that the watching ferret couldn't be sure that he'd even heard the name correctly. And then he watched in shock as his own paw reached out, fondling the goats hefty balls greedily. Watching in fascination as that sheath began to bulge, the drunken goat quickly getting a raging erection as the ferret weighted those nuts in his palm.

Jaert glanced around again nervously, yep everyone else was still passed out cold. The way the goat was laying on a picnic table, he was elevated up, out of everyone's eyesight. There was only one person who, if they woke up, could see what Jaert was doing, and that was a stallion laying over a bench on the other side of the clearing. And that guy was also passed out, with his dick dangling out against the side of the log he was laying over. It was like a frickin' buffet, and it send a cold chill running through the ferret. Jaert glanced back down to the goat's balls, where his fingers had already been handling, feeling them. They were solid in his paw, the fleshy scrotum soft and stretchy, letting the solid orbs slide back and forth between his fingers. They slid out of his grasp when he squeezed, and he felt that predatorily, catlike instinct flare up inside of him again. "Shit." He couldn't just... not in the middle of a clearing someone might walk up after all he just had himself. Besides there were guys everywhere, drunk guys sure passed out maybe for hours. He could get caught... it was possible and yet that just made it better. He unstrapped his backpack... and set it down on the table beside the goats body. He could just... yeah he could just set it up so that... the balls were out of sight in that. And then if they were... accidentally sliced off he could have it back on his back and take off running. Wouldn't be any trouble at all, once it was done who would know the difference.

He unzipped the bag and pulled it open, like a hungry mouth... carefully sliding both paws under those balls. They were so heavy it made him smile, at least a pound's worth of meat. A pound's worth of meat.... that was... exactly what Heather had sent him out to get. 'No... he couldn't. Could he?' He could... he could just grab them, here and now... be done with it easily. He had a grinder back home, a meat grinder for when he made his own sausages with the meat CSA they were part of in the summer. He could.. there wouldn't even be any trace... once they had Sunday dinner everything would be gone.

The little predator was sweating a bit harder now, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked down at those balls in his bag. It was strange to see a flash of bright red down there, the little ferret looked closer realizing that a red ribbon had been tied around the neck of that pouch. Looking at it closer he could make out black writing on the ribbon, it read 'Keep these just for me... love Anne.' Jaert wondered just who Annie was, and why she would write something like that. Until he spotted the goats shirt laying nearby, which had a sticker on it for a private strip club bachelor party... so that was it. Inhaling sharply he becoming aware of the musky male scent rising up from the horny goats crotch, once again he felt a surge of saliva within his mouth. As his finger stroked and fondled over those plump orbs, each one was as big as both his fists put together. But the right one was slightly bigger, and seemed to pulse a little more in his grip. The unconscious goat moaned again, bucking his hip's ever so slightly as he did. That long slender pink cock beginning to drool, drop after drop of cloud potent pre-cum as the horny goat bleated softly. Maybe goats really were as horny as everyone always claimed, Jaert thought as he watched the unconscious little guy humping and leaking. Reaching up he grasped that long slender cock shaft, and began to rub and stroke along its length. As the lustily goat inhaled deeper and deeper, his body responding to the stimulation far more that the ferret would have expected. Those big full balls jostling and bouncing around enticingly as that hard organ was slowly masturbated. The straight ferret wasn't sure why he was doing it, he really never had any interest in touching guys before. And yet as he did it now a taboo thrill raced through him, and he found his confidents growing he could do this.

Goats were on the small side they really shouldn't be that big down there the slender ferret thought. Not that Jaert was envious, of course, he knew herbivores tended to hang bigger and lower than most other animal types, and the bull had been... massive. The goat wasn't as big as that bull, but he was big enough to be impressive. And those balls felt so good, so meaty in his strong little paws. He glanced around one more time... and then pushed tucking them down into his backpack. His fingers brushed against things, there in the backpack that had been left from the time he'd used it for tools. He grasped and pulled on what was in there, finding... some old zip ties, from back when he was an electrician. "Ha." Well that was handy and wait, he reached down in again, and rummaged until his fingers slid around the ole handy tool he used to use on the job. 'Ah Ha." It was his old Leatherman... that was just perfect for what he was about to be doing. Well taken care of, damn how had he forgotten about that?! He pulled it out, leaving one paw on those big balls, pinning them in his backpack, as if to keep them from running away. His thumb claw slid down the line of metal of one of the blades, and it slid easily open, a three inch of well sharpened blade. It was almost to perfect... as if... as if things were being set up for him to just take those big goat nuts.

Jaert was shivering with excitement now, remembering how it had felt, the power and lust when he had taken the bull's testicles from him in the spa. He stuck the Leatherman in his mouth, held it there as he quickly used the cable ties. "SHRRRKT!" The first one yanked tightly around the goat's scrotum, maybe too tightly he feared for a instant. However the goat didn't stir, so Jaert quickly wrapped a second tie aeounf the neck of that fat sack. "Okay, okay that was rough." The second one, he tightened down slowly... 'click-clik-clik', feeling each little tooth of the zip tie lock it tighter and tighter around that bulging sack. 'Was he going to do it? He really shouldn't... he had not even meant to the first time really. And he had gotten very lucky, that the bull had blamed it on a tiger...' The knife though, did not have qualms and as he deliberated with himself over it, glancing around to see if anyone else was awake or watching. He felt the skin of the goat's nut sack go slack in his paw, the ferret glanced down shocked to see his knife back in his paw. The edge of it stained slightly red... and in the other paw, the neck of the goat's scrotum completely severed just like that. There was a little red ribbon, just at the bottom of the flap of skin that remained on the goat's scrotum stump. The little goat let out a kind of strangled 'Bleat', his slender cock jerking and began to spit creamy blasts of slimy cum all over his furry belly. Jaert cursed had cut it off... and goddammit, he hadn't even been watching. He hurriedly tucked the pouch down into the backpack, sheathing the knife and putting it back in his pocket, frowning in disappointment. It just... hadn't been the same, the bull had been urging him on, had been cockily grinning at him. The goat... wouldn't even know what happened it just didn't have that same sensation of... intimacy? Nor gave him the same feeling power, he didn't feel like had stolen anything. He felt like he had just found something, it really was a huge let down and he felt remorse acutely. He sighed, reshouldering his backpack, and began to leave the clearing, passing the horse sprawled out on the bench.

Camerons long marbled cock dangled down the side of the log, and as the little predator strolled by that thick rut muscles made a shape 'Thump' as it jerked up against the wood. Jaert froze in terror for a half second looking around in fear and then realized what had made the sound as the horses fat cock did it again. 'Thump.' "Umm come on baby... you know I need it so bad." That drunken voice slurred into the muddy ground, where the horses long narrow head lay with his rump up high on the log. "Come on... I'll die if I don't gett'em off..." Jaert frozen a second time, as this time a thrill raced up his spine as he heard those drunken words.

Jaert puzzled his brow a moment, before realizing the horse was only half conscious, sprawled out as he was. He rested a paw on the horse's firm butt, pushing lightly against it. "Hey... buddy, you want to get them off?" The little ferret asked softly, quizzically ready to run if he needed to get away. "What do you need to get off?"

"M'nuts." The big stallion slurred drunkenly, making a second thrill race down the small predators spine. "Fuckin' teases, won't even touch them."

"Do you mean... these... nuts?" Jaert asked, as he slowly... with his small paw shaking pulled them back between the horse's legs and over the hem of his waistband, to hang in full view for him.

"Ummmm fuck yeah baby..." Cameron whimpered semi-consciously, obviously the big horse was so intoxicated he couldn't even open his eyes. "Ya strippers... all pretend ya don't do it... but everybody knows ya do..." The horses lip's were digging a little hole in the muddy earth, as he drunkenly expressed his knowledge. Jaert reached over pulling that long flowing equine tail out of the way, while dragging those shorts all the way down the horses legs to his ankles. "I'll pay extra... I got fifty dollars I keep for special o...o... occasions... You get me off an it's all yours." Jaert played along, lifting his voice to sound more feminine as he stroked fingers down that tail, teasing around the horse's rear.

"You young guys are all talk and no cash... you know what happens to boys who don't pay, don't you?" He reached underneath, holding the horse's thick cock, surprisingly hard considering the horse's near unconsciousness.

"Huhuhu..." The big stallion snickered drunkenly, as he felt those gently touches on his intimate parts. "Don't you worry... I got the bill hid in my shirt pocket..." The drunken equine fumbled with it for a minute and then his arm dropped down, he'd past out completely it seem... but as Jeart was losing interest his voice called up weakly. "Help me out baby..." Reaching in the horse slipped his fingers into that pocket and sure enough pulled out a crumbled fifty dollar bill.

"I don't normally do it... but this is a nice dick." He stroked down along its length fingers sliding against sturdy, slick horse flesh until he almost reached the flare, which had nearly buried itself in the mud. "You want me to get these big balls off of you?" He felt them with his other paw, gave them a pull, a squeeze as the horse nickered. "They're not as big as your goat buddies..."

"Yeah... yeah I want ya to gett'em off baby... Wha... well no... but he's not letting anyone but Anne touch those... he promised. So whatcha say baby... ya gunna do me for that fifty?"

"Yeah... for fifty bucks I'll get your balls off." Jaert agreed grinning to himself as he reached down, and plucked the fifty from the big stallion's hand. Loving the irony of having the big herbivore paying for his own gelding, he tucked that bill into his running shorts, and as he did, he pulled out his Leatherman again. "Since you need it so badly... I would be really mean not to do it to you... Wouldn't I?" He took those nuts, and spent some time pulling on them, trussing them with more zip ties, patting up underneath them.

"Yeah... need it so bad... yeah real mean..." Cameron repeated weakly his head tossing a little in the mud, sending up the stink of urine as it did. "You wolf bitches are all so hot... I love to tag some pred tail." The huge equine confessed in a naughty sounding slur, his long marble equine cock flexing and thumping against the side of that log a bit more insistently.

"Won't take long at all... you ready to have your nuts taken, big boy?" He teased, pulling those nuts down and putting the blade against the neck of the horse's sack.

"Where... where didcha hear that... I can go a long time... not a colt ya know.." The helpless horse mumbled, completely misunderstanding what the other fur was saying. "Wha... nuts taken..." He sounded confused for a half second, but then he was humping and moaning in lust as those small paws teased his aching hard on. "Fuck yeah... get me off... I paid for it... you gotta do it... gotta gett'em off."

"Yeah, I gotta and just remember, when you wake up... that it was the big.. bad.. wolf that you paid to get your nuts off." The blade slid into the flesh, and the ferret savored it this time, watching the blade cut into the male flesh.

"Ohoooo yeah baby I'll never forget you..." Cameron moaned into the mud, as his whole big powerful body seemed to jerk and bounce up off the log as the blade slipped into his flesh. Jaert watching it separate, watching those big horse balls slowly come free... before settling heavily into his paw, tightly bound at one end.

"There ya go... and don't worry... we have a two for one special today. I'll take care of your goat boy, too. That's what you boys get for calling me a wolf bitch." Jaert carefully put the knife away, tucking the balls up over his shoulder and into the bag with the others... He watched the long, marbled horse cock, so virile, now becoming soft, weak, flaccid,

"Ummmm fuck... crazy wolf bitch..." The horny stallion squealed bucking and humping like crazy his big flare pushing deeper into the mud, until suddenly his body dropped limp. Jeart could see creamy white cum bubbling up out of the rich black earth, as that huge stud lay there panting heavily. His once mighty cock slowly shriveling up towards his sheath, as that horse doughnut winked open and closed need fully.

Jaert eyed that winking horse doughnut for a second... thinking to himself and then seeing the horse's phone peeking out of his shorts pocket. 'Aha perfect.' He took the horse's finger, pressing it into the unlock button on the back, and then opened the phone. Where to go, where to go... oh, perfect Dougslist... 'Horny horse and friends need some stiff dicks at Hightail park. Don't care what you look like, come one come all and take what you need.' He flashed a picture of that butt star, attached that to the post and hit send with a chuckle. He patted the unconscious horse's butt one last time and slid off into the bushes heading home. That had been fun, and so easy it hardly seemed like a crime at all. But there was a growing uncertainty in his tummy, as he skipped back towards his house. He didn't need to go to the store now, but once, as they say is a mistake. Three times is a habit... he had... really enjoyed stealing those balls... and it was a fluke. Just a wild chance that he had come across that situation... so what are the chances that could ever happen again?

He was just strolling into his driveway, as three police cars came racing by he let them past and then stepped out like he was checking his mail box. Looking down the road he watched as the police cars turned off into the park, someone had found them pretty quickly. No doubt some horny guy looking to get a bit of horsie tail hole action, turning he went into his garage and got out his meat grinder. Even as he heard the siren of a ambulance come screaming by, with everything set up he dumped those two big pouches out onto the table top. Taking the horses first as they were smaller, squeezing first one and then the other out of their velvety sack. He began to feed one into the grinder as he slowly turned the handle, watching in growing excitement as that big orb was slowly reduced into shreds of blood red meat. Heather was going to love this, he already knew it somehow as he was feeding that second fat egg into the grinder the siren came back going the other way.

He hummed to himself, as he watched the last curve of the horse's second big ball disappear between grinding, threshing blades. The ground hamburger that came out the other side was still a little chunky, so he put it through a second time, to help congeal the blood and flesh together, making it more of that paler pink color that Heather would be expecting. And meanwhile, as he ground away all the evidence of his little dalliance, he stared at the goat's shaggy sac laying there still warm on the table. Whoever Annie was, she was going to be very disappointed to find he didn't keep his promise to her. And, unlike the bulls which he had carefully kept protected and safe, somewhere nobody could ever find... these big, trophy sized nuts were going to be eaten.

He had finished up with the grinding, and put the goats orbs away in the freezer for later, along with those two pouches. And was just washing the grinder out and putting it away when he heard a knock on his kitchen door. Jumping up shocked and fearful for a moment as a wave of guilt ran through him, but when he looked out he was Randy his next door neighbor. Randy was a sleek silvery mink, who didn't work anymore sinse his foot paw had been crushed in a industrial accident. The company had been at fault, and had settled out of court for a lot of money so that now he was retired. Jeart rolled his eyes, the mink was even more of a gossip than most females he'd met. Walking over he opened the door, and smiled at Randy as brightly as he could manage. "Oh hello Randy... what can I do for you?"

"Glad I caught you at home... did you see those police cars and ambulance go by?" The mink demanded, looking up wide eyed as the ferret asked him inside and offered him a cup of coffee. "Cream and two sugars please." Randy instructed as he strolled into the kitchen and had a seat at the table, while Jeart fixed him a cup of coffee just like he'd asked for.

"I saw them..." The ferret admitted as he brought the cup over, sliding it into Randy's paws as he took a seat.

"Do you know what's going on?" The sleek little mink asked, before taken a sip of the coffee as the ferret looked over at him and shrugged.

"Haven't got a clue..." Jeart paused a moment spotting a bit of blood in the sink, where he'd washing the meat grinder out just moments before. Moving over he ran a bit of water, washing the bright red blood down the sink drain.

"Well as you know I've got a police scanner... and you won't believe what I've just heard." The mink paused for dramatic effect, before he blurted out in a fast jumble of words that ran together. "There's been a predation... down in Hightail park I just heard it some horse's got their nuts eaten... The police think it was a wolf did it, one of the horses was claiming he was preyed on by a wolf." Randy's eyes were open ridiculously wide, as Jaert turned around to look at him. And the ferret had to hide his laugh behind a choking cough, that the other fur took as astonishment. "I know right... and in this neighborhood I can't believe it... town I could understand there was a case there just a few weeks back Tiger mauling in some gym... a big buffalo I think.

"Bull... it was a big black bull..." Jaert corrected as Randy looked up at him quizzically for a moment, making the ferret's brain scramble for an answer. "I remember reading about it in the paper, freaked me out... I had been in that part of town the same night."

"It's like something out of one of my true crime magazines..." The little mink when on, as Jaert joined him at the table listening to Randy listen a couple of stories. "There aren't any wolves living around here... so it's kind of strange one picked this park to..."

"I thinking there are some over on Delaney... lots of canines I know for sure..." The sleek ferret pointed out as he sipped his coffee, while Randy looked at him in surprise.

"Delaney is miles away..." Randy snorted, clearly he didn't think very much of Jaert's sleuthing abilities certainly they weren't on par with a true crime reader like him. "I'll bet he drove... have you seen any strange cars in the neighborhood while you were out on your runs?"

"It's not that far I've jogged over there plenty of times, picked up things from the grocery store for the wife." The ferret insisted mildly, deciding that it would be best to just humor the mink. "Errr... no but then I've not been keeping an eye out... maybe I'd better pay more attention in the future."

"You and me both... we've got families to worry about after all. Oh stay would you like me to bring some of my true crime magazines over... so you could really get into the minds of these kinda sicko's?" The little mink asked with a odd kind of leer, that made the ferret think maybe Randy secretly fantasized about doing something's himself.

"Oh uh... Yeah, sure, Randy. You know I'm busy with the new job and everything, but I can probably read up on.. you know... bad guys who get caught." To be fair, the sirens had faded, but he was only now hearing them. Had... someone seen him? Was there any chance that he would be caught? It didn't seem possible... but there was no way he could EVER do such a thing again. The first time had been a fluke,but this had been... intentional. "I should probably get to cooking dinner for the misses, you know. I'll see you later, Randy."

"Alright buddy... I'll get the issues together I think best cover this kinda thing..." The mink promised and he stood up, his prosthetic foot paw making a strange sound as it thumbed against the table leg. Instantly the ferret thought about the horses cock thumbing against the log, and a wave of guilt mixed naughty delight swept over him. "I'll bring those over tomorrow sometime..." Randy promised as he limped nimbly to the kitchen door, which Jaert open for him as they exchanged friendly goodbyes. The mink paused just before Jaert closed the door, looking back over his shoulder with a big friendly smile. "Remember... keep an eye out for anything strange."

"You worry too much, Randy. There's no predators on our street, except us." The ferret joked a bit more roughly than he had intended, luckily the mink was perfectly at ease with him.

"Heheh... speak for yourself..."

**

Jaert closed the door behind his neighbor, and thought for a moment. Was there anything that could have caught him? The park didn't have cameras... he was pretty sure of that. He hadn't touched anything with his naked hands, except for the horse's phone... but he had been sure not to use his fingertips. He was pretty sure that... he was clear as far as scent went knowing the horses strong urines would cover his slight scent. He thought of the horse's cock, oozing it's neutered cum into the mud, and felt his dick twitch in his pants again. 'Dinner.' He should start dinner... Heather was out getting her fur polished, and it would be a nice treat for her.

The pretty ermine parked her small car in the drive, and slid out as a cold rain began to fall. Quickly she ran to the nearest door, to keep her fur from being ruined. She slipped into the garage just as it really started to come down, breathing a sigh of relief as she walked towards the door leading into the house. Her nose picking up the scent of something odd as she walked past the new freeze, but that strange coppery scent was quickly over powerful. As she climbed the steps going into the house, the air was filled with the delightful scents of cooking food. "Ammm... someone has been busy."

Jaert was standing at the stove, pushing something around with a wooden spatula, the hissing, sizzling sound of stir fry, along with the smell of onions, garlic and meat cooking. His little tail flicked back and forth, totally focused on the large wok as he shook and stirred. On the table, were plates, candles, and one of those crispy rice chocolate truffles she likes so much.

"Oh dear... does this mean you looked at a pretty girl?" His sexy wife asked with a gentle smile on her lips, as she paused to lift her head and inhale deeply through her nose. "Because I have to say... if it does then I'm giving you permission to look more often." She giggled wickedly, as Jaert glance back at her with a clearly amused grin on his handsome pointed muzzle. Moving over slowly she took a seat at the table, noting the fresh bread and butter as well as a few other things already sitting there. "Ammm that smells really good... they must have screwed up the mix because that smells like a lot more meat than they normally mixed in."

"Oh, I picked this up this morning, when I got the... uh, the turkey ground." He flipped something with a 'Plap' even as he reached over and turned off the stove eye with one paw. "I just saw a special that I... couldn't pass up on, and I just had to grab it. It was literally a steal." He scraped at the pan, not making eye contact for a second as he suppressed a smile at his own word play. "Gosh, and I hope you liked it. I did a lot of research to figure out the best way to cook it." He grinned and brought the pan over, using the spatula to carefully slide a wide, flat strip of blackened, greasy, tender meat onto her plate, along with some onions and sautéed peppers. It did not look like a steak.. or like processed meat which was mostly soy anyway. A wide, flat pancake of meat, like something had been sliced into big medallions before being sautéed. "I hope you like it."

The sleek ermine leaned down over her plate inhaled again, saliva gushing as the scent of the freshly cooked meat waffled up to her nose. "Wow it certainly smells wonderful." She praised looked at her husband with curiosity, did he somehow know she was pregnant... could that be reason for the obviously rich meal. "It's really making my mouth water..." She confessed picking up her knife and fork as he watched and waited on her to take a taste, cutting off a small piece she speared it on her folk. And then slipped it into her mouth, instantly the rich sweet flavor of organ meat filled her senses. "Ummm wow... this is..." She looked very cute talking with her mouth full like that, chewing and savoring for a long moment before finally swallowing. She looked up at her smiling husband, and returned his bright smile tenfold. "That is wonderful... you are going to have to be naughty much more often... hehe."

He blushed at that... mind flashing back to the park, pffting and sitting down with his own plate across the table from her. "Well... you know I'm only naughty once every fifteen years, on the blue moon of an election cycle..." Jaert teased with a smirk and carefully tasted the savory, fatty, tender meat himself. It sparkled with umami, rich dense juices trickling down his throat. "You're missing out, Annie." The sleek ferret smirked to himself, eating another big mouthful with delight on his muzzle. Realizing his wife was looking at him quizzically, he smiled sheepishly his mind racing for an explanation. "Oh, sorry... Annie Thermogoyf was at the store. You know, from Christmas caroling last year?" He lied, so easily to his wife that it almost made him feel bad, but what else could he do. "She almost got to these, this uh, this meat before I did." He smiled and then winked, watching as Heather slid another large bite into her mouth. "But I'm not about to let my wife miss out on such a, uh, a deal."

"Ohooo... my goodness we haven't seen her in ages..." Heather remarked, as she quickly began to cut and eat more of the rich meat on her plate, the side dishes sitting all but forgotten. "To be honest I don't think her and her husband liked us much..." She admitted around mouthfuls of the sweet and tender meat, her pretty muzzle plainly displaying her enjoyment of every tender bite. "But your right poor little Annie certainly is missed out... this is a treasure, Ammm..."

"Well.." Jaert thought back to the freezer in the garage, with another big goat ball still in it. "Maybe if You are really... good... I'll cook it up again, sometime." He winked to her, feeling very much like a alpha male for providing his wife with real meat like this. "You look lovely, by the way. Did you go to the same salon you always go to? They really brought out your eyes with your fur all glossy like that. You look Ravishing."

"I'll be good... I'll be good..." Heather promised in her best little cub voice, smiling happily as her belly began to get full. So that she slowed down and really savored the taste, her eyes growing coy as he complimented her. The pan still has two smaller slices the ends of the 'loaf' he had sliced. The texture was similar to one of those gummy rice cakes, Heather liked to get from the Korean restaurant down town.

"Oh and, uh... Heh. Randy came by... he's on a new mission. He said he might bring by some magazines for me to read."

"Oh my... being naughty has not only made you a regretful chef but a lusty flatterer as well." The sleek white ermine giggled again, spearing one of those last bits out of the pan with her fork. Pushing it into her mouth and chewing it up very slowly, before rolling her eyes as she swallowed. "Randy... what's he on about this time... it's not the post mammal takes packages thing again is it?"

Jaert laughed, covering his mouth to avoid spitting out bits of goat ball onto the plate. "Well.. yeah kind of... a different kind of package though. I guess there was... an incident?" He scraped the very last of the meat up off his plate, trying not to look nervous as he scooped it into his mouth. "Well I guess some horse guy got his balls lopped off, police said it was a wolf on his scanner.. But Randy seems to think it's not a wolf... he thinks it might be someone else, someone local."

"Oh good god..." Heather moaned rolling her eyes again, she had heard all kinds of wild conspiracy theories from the neighbor over the years. "A predation incident... and Randy thinks it's one of the neighbors." The pretty ermine asked in disbelief, shaking her head once again at the minks wild imagination. "I don't know how Clare puts up with him sometimes... to think that he believes civilized furs like we life with... would ever do such a thing. It's some poor drug addict from town I bet... you know they have some really nasty drugs out there now... Slam... Tail raiser... even that bloodbone stuff really nasty. Randy really needs to find something to do with his time... instead of playing amateur detective."

"Weellllll.... I didn't say that in so many words." Jaert said with a wince, as he felt a twinge of conscience that he tried hard to hide. "I told him I would read up on the magazines, I dunno he's bored and lonely Heather. I imagine he just needs an outlet for all of his... creativity. And anyways... what if it's You, going out and slicing balls off of horses and bulls?" He shook his head in mock disapproval, even as his pretty wife let out a shocked gasp. "I'd have to make sure he doesn't catch your trail."

"Me... Hahaha..." The sexy little ermines eyes widened in shock for a moment, and then her muzzle split into a wide rueful grin. "Oh sure... I'm a crazed hunter of my fellow furs... Better watch out mister or I might just gnaw your balls off next." She laugh sitting back in her chair and taking a long drink from of her glass, as she watched her husband look at her from across the table. "What are you thinking of making a run for it... I've always been faster than you... ya know."

"Oh, I know..." He stood up slowly, and yes he was obviously erect within his trousers and it was mostly from the beautiful ermine sitting across from him. "You might be faster.. but I'm stronger." He took her glass, setting it aside and then slid his hands down her shoulders, her biceps, before squeezing and pushing her back against the chair. He dipped in to plant a powerful kiss, tasting the goat's residue in her mouth, as she tasted his, the secret source of the delicious meal a secret tingling deep in his guts.

She melted into his kiss, that soft, hot mouth lovingly returning it as he leaned over her. "It's not how strong you are... it's how smart you are and how cunning." She purred as her soft hand pushed up between his thighs, cupping his aroused organs through the fabric of his trousers. "Bet I'll have these in my mouth before the night is out..." Heather snickered softly pushing her lush female form against him, making the ferret tremble with desire for his sexy wife.

"But you'll not be gnawing my balls off... maybe some stupid rabbit or mouse... that is what ermines like to eat, is it not?" Jaert teased playfully, even as a wicked look slid across his wife's pretty muzzle and he knew she was about to tag him back.

"I dated a rabbit in college... Bernard was a very tender meal." The smirking ermine confessed with a little wink, rubbing her husband playfully through his trousers. "He had no problem letting me put my mouth anywhere I wanted on him. Shall I tell you about the time... or should I say fifteen times in a single night... I."

"Alright... alright you win... I surrender myself to your ravenous desires... put your mouth anywhere you like as long as it's on me." Jaert whimpered as a surge of jealousy ran through him, he'd never felt it so intensely before.

"Hahah... see I told you... it's not how strong you are... it's how smart you are and how cunning. A meek little thing like me... and a big strong husband is putty in my paws." Heather laughed softly, reaching up to wrap a paw around his neck and pulling him into a passionate kiss once more.

"What can I say... when your right... your right dear." Jaert chuckled as that kiss broke, and he pulled her gently up out of her chair. "Let's move this into the bedroom... Or would you rather devour me right here?"

"Huhuhu..." Heather laughed huskily, as she took his paw and pulled him along down the hall to the master bedroom.

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