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Stephan regarded her through the glass entrance. Her cinnamon hair was bound in a bun, her glasses a tint of baby-blue, and she bore a bright-red sundress graced with sunflowers. There was no indication of her silver vest or violet skirt from the Sahara Central Library, but Stephan recognized her brunette fur pattern, and her baby-blue eyes.

He regulated the collar on his shirt and struggled to restrain his wagging tail with his loose paw. His other paw was bundled in the straps of a meager plastic bag, nudging the door.

Cindy was arranged at the center of a wall-mounted table, just a couple feet away from the counter.

Stephan immediately perched right next to the doe, his cheeks flushing as he patted the bag now on his lap.

Cindy twiddled her hooves as she peeked at him. "Great Prince above, I forgot to order for him! Should I start with that? 'Vanilla or chocolate'?"

Stephan fondled with the wooden surface as he adjusted his posture to shield his tail. "Would she like a Danish or a scone with that? Gods, hope my palms didn't taint the print..."

Cindy scanned the counter behind her. "Should I call out for a waiter?" She swept back to the canine while slurping her decaf. "What's in that bag? Or is it a surprise?"

"Should I mention her hair? Or her dress? No, too obvious. Is she wearing Madam Belot's Vanilla Fragrance? Would a simple 'How are you' do?"

" 'Are you still upset from last time? There's always been specists in Animalia, that wasn't the first...' Dammit! He'll just feel worse!"

"Should I just go over there and order something? No, ask her what she wants first!"

" 'What do you do in your spare time'? 'Where do you like to go besides my library'? 'Are you good with cubs'? No, not yet..."

" 'You tried the pizza-stuffed pretzel here?' Nah, she probably don't want to."

" 'Am I pretty'? No! Too forward! Come on..."

"Do something..."

"Anything!"

The grey wolf promptly swerved back.

"Um, Hi."

"Eve-evening."

Stephan granted his bag to Cindy.

"I-I gotcha something."

"Oh, you didn't have to. It's not my birthday."

"I figured you'd say that. Just felt like it."

"Well, thanks anyway."

She reached in and plucked out a white softcover, portraying a familiar tall grey wolf in suspenders on the front.

Cindy scrolled through the pages, confirming it wasn't a bootleg edition.

Once she came to the final advertisement from Fuz Media, she beamed at Steph, her ears flattened and her cheeks rosy.

"Sin-since our last meeting, I've been giving it a shot myself."

"Oh, it's OK. I was just saying my opinion."

"No, I felt like I was just being sensitive again. Yeah, the whole 'predator instinct' thing's still weird, but I'm really liking Legoshi..."

Cindy giggled.

"Though I will say, I hope he ends up with Juno."

As the weeks passed, their visits grew more and more frequent. They shifted from every Sunday per week to every Friday and Sunday, and their meetings began to dip further away from Sahara Square. They started with the boardwalks and Snarlbucks, and expanded into the bowling allies and diners of Tundratown, the local pools of the Rainforest District, and the public parks and open hills of the Meadowlands.

Throughout their meetings, the wolf and doe learned more about their Media interests. Whether it was Star Wolves, Star Trot, Harry Otter, Marvulp, DZ, or their favorite Dismurinea movie, they always had something to discuss or debate. Cindy admired the red tint in his cheeks when he admitted his soft spot for "Beauty and the Beast", or his toothy grin whenever she caught his tail wagging, or the excessive fur on his neck that he always said he needed to shave. Stephan, meanwhile, had grown accustomed to her scent of grass blowing in the middle of the summer. He had also become attracted to her ginger hair secured in a humble braid, her freckles, her cute decorated dresses, the way she giggled at his jokes, and the way she skipped in the hills.

"I've always been a Nyantendo 64 kinda guy, though I played Zega a couple times when I visited a friend."

The majestic sound of pins collapsing followed Stephan's opinion.

"Cool. So, Mewrio or Legend of Zebra?"

"Definitely Mewrio. Only played one or two Zebra games, like Mammoth's Mask. I was mainly exposed through the ZDI cutscenes."

Cindy giggled at his remark.

"Number 483 is ready. One grilled Zootopian Cheese on Sourdough and one Cervine Salad is ready."

"Great. I'm so hungry, I could eat an octorok!"

Cindy smirked at Stephan.

"Sorry, couldn't resist."

"You play anything besides Sonichu on the Zega?"

Cindy just kept her goofy smile as she flapped her ears and chewed the garnish.

"No. Not really. Nothing beats fast and blue."

"You play any of the recent games?"

"Oh, Great Prince, I've tried. They all blew."

"Well, you play any other systems?"

"One or two. Like the Catari 2600, or the classic Nyantendo System. Nowadays, I like to play the really scatty games, just for a quick laugh."

"Like 'Jackal and Hyde'?"

"Yeah, or 'Supermammal 64'."

"'Action 52'."

"Or 'Plumbers Don't Wear Ties'..."

"Oh, Gods, 'Plumbers Don't Wear Ties'..." Stephan started chuckling louder than a hyena.

"I play a few Mewrio games occasionally, though I'm pretty bummed that they often beat Sonichu nowadays."

"You got some pretty high expectations for the blue guy?"

"Well, I've loved him ever since fawnhood, so yeah, he deserves better."

"Oh, well. I've always had an eye for Princess Peach myself."

"Seriously? All she's done is get kidnapped and smile."

"Well yeah, but I've had a thing for pretty frilly dresses since I first saw Maid Marian."

"I see..." Cindy looked down at her pleated white skirt as Stephan sipped the last of his Cub Soda.

"Is this not enough for him?"

She glanced back up to him, her ear awkwardly flapping and her cheeks flushing.

"It's the freckles isn't it? Better ask."

"Ho-how do I look?"

Stephan's eyelids shot up at her question.

"I mean, I don't look bor-boring, do I?"

"Oh, wel-well, certainly not. I-I mean, I've never seen any doe with separate hair."

"Does it look... Superfluous?"

"No. Not at all. I like it with the freckles."

Cindy's snout stemmed a tiny grin. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it."

Cindy dragged her pigtails to her shoulders.

"Am I pretty?"

Her eyes peered at the perky doe in the glass, scattering about for irregular details.

Her smile began to melt, and she yanked the bands off her mane.

She scrunched the strands, and swam them through the rings.

She shot back as her echoed image now had the tail of a collie dripping from her top.

"Am I pretty?"

The dimples on her snout curved as she jolted her skull, and dissolved the secured shape.

She organized her hair into a ball, and readjusted the strand to fasten it.

"Am I pretty?"

Cindy released a droning exhale as she collapsed on the tiles.

She fiddled with her extra fur and pinched her kilt.

"Does it matter? I think he likes the braid fine. Though what would he say to..."

The doe retracted the skirt to her midriff, and observed a few scattered strings between the pink ruffles.

She shifted the panties down to her knees.

"Oh, Great Prince..."

Cindy winced at the colossal patch between her legs.

"Really need to shave tonight."

"Come on, he's never gonna notice! Unless you somehow forget those- Wait."

She climbed back to the sink, stepped out of her current underwear, and dashed to her top right drawer.

She scoured her supplies of pink, lavender, and powder blue, her line-up of hearts, polka-dots, peppermints and frills, then stopped.

Right between the hipsters and bikinis lay a pair of vanilla bloomers.

Cindy held up the poofy garments, just like she did back on Yule morning.

The only difference was the lack of a ticket with her brother's elegant hoof-writing.

She toyed with the bow in the center waistline, then the ones below, before shifting her hooves into the leg-holes.

The doe had a little strain in adjusting them to her backside, but managed to poke her tail out.

She paused before the mirror, with her hooves laid on her hips. Then she rocked her flank, which had adapted to the silk interior.

Cindy pivoted at a steady pace, and accelerated to the point where her unconventional garments were displayed.

Once she stopped, she rejected the rest of her wardrobe, and examined her bare torso.

Her left hand brushed her freckled nipples while her right gripped her bosom.

"Stupid D-size..."

Then Cindy recollected the entirety of that Yule morning.

She bowed to the bottom drawer, jolted at the steel handle, and swatted at the sudden eruption of white cotton.

Right atop the exposed tutu lay a simple sleeveless blouse sharing the bloomers cream shade.

The doe spread the unbuttoned tunic, and slithered her arms into the holes before fastening the front. It was rather baggy, yet cozy, and her breasts needed little effort to be contained anyway.

She peeked back at her mirror and beamed at her humble attire.

The young woman pictured the soaring canine detecting her in these pure underclothes, inhaling their vanilla fragrance and caressing her elegant tail accompanying them.

Cindy resumed her rotating as she envisioned the wolf fidgeting with her hooves, then capturing her as she spilled to the carpet.

Soon, she found herself relaxing the bow on her bloomers and the buttons on her camisole, and nimbly flinging them on her mattress.

The minutes flew by, and the doe had applied every piece of apparel in the low cabinet.

From the petite petticoat to the flamboyant princess dress to the slightly suggestive maid robes to the polished cheerleader and ballet designs.

For every apparel, she waltzed to the image of Stephan's flickering auburn eyes, his broad silver paws, and that extravagant yet snug blanket of neck fur absorbing her snout.

Finally, Cindy traded her tutu for a plain puff-sleeved nightgown before reorganizing her exclusive garbs. All except the bloomers, which she stacked with her fresh sundress by the entrance.

"Great Prince, I'm not seeing those."

"Wh-why not?"

Cindy twiddled her hooves along the violet swirls on her dress, anxiously pending the next gust in the park. Just long enough to allow the slightest peep of her modifications.

"We-well, even as a fawn, I always saw 'Star Trot' as a more down-to-Animalia series, with more focus on the mature themes and mammane interactions whatnot. It didn't need any of that flashy J. J. Haybrams 'Star Wolves' blow-em-up action."

"Oh, I see. Ah, well. Different strokes, different folks. I was always a 'Star Wolves' pup myself. Used to find 'Star Trot' kinda boring 'til late High."

Cindy's blood simmered at the mild breeze rushing under her skirt.

"Speaking of 'Star Wolves', original trilogy, or the prequels?"

"Oh Gods, that's a toughie. In terms of unironic enjoyment, definitely originals. Prequels are a riot for all the wrong reasons."

"Yeah as a whole, I'm going with the originals. Always thought 'Phantom Meownace' and 'Attack of the Hounds" were just kinda bor-Oh!"

The doe promptly settled the front of her skirt, inadvertently displaying the delicate white shorts before her companion.

As the air mellowed, she straightened her garment and aligned her braids as Stephan dodged her glance.

"Nu-Nuthin'!"

Cindy quirked an eyebrow at his abrupt response as he frantically probed for his water bottle.

"Nuthin' in here, dangit!"

The doe observed a snack bar only a few feet away from the canine.

"Lunch?"

"Sure."

"Hi, can I have two burgers? One turf and one carnivore..."

As Cindy listed her request, Stephan found his eyes fixed on her backside, picturing that tail bulging from nothing but her odd, yet alluring undergarments.

Amid the scent of grilled meat, he detected the aroma of fresh vanilla mixed with her own odor of summer meadows, still set in his memory since her episode 3 minutes back.

His pants narrowed as his mind rambled into the notion of prodding his snout against the cotton knickers.

"-To drink?"

"Wh-? Oh! Uh, just milk, please."

Not even the taste of poultry could interrupt Stephan's rather impure desires.

While she regularly watched her sandwich for any spills, he resumed his delusion.

He snapped the edge of his grub, substituting the cheese with the poofy garments.

His tail wagged as he visualized her fair meat being unmasked, the dainty white underside of her tail presenting itself.

Whomp!

"Oww!"

As Stephan softened his forehead, he noticed a quartet of pups all dressed in an identical shade of green approaching.

"Sorry, sir. It was an accident."

Stephan chuckled as he retracted his paw and reeled the black-and-white globe from Cindy's feet.

"Hey, it's alright. No concussion."

He ascended from his stool as Cindy flashed back, pausing her bite.

The canine booted the ball straight upward, letting it perfectly dock on his nose.

"Oooh, cool..."

As the younger wolves observed, Stephan adjusted his arms and legs while slightly trotting to and fro, not allowing the sphere to dip.

Then with one jolt of his head, he shot it back in the air, and captured it on his spine.

"Whoa..."

He realigned his back with the globe resuming it's journey only to be halted by his knees.

Stephan secured it for roughly three seconds before releasing it, and springing it back up with his big toe.

The pups' eyes traced their ball as Stephan rhythmically rebounded it, from paw to shoulder, from shoulder to knee, from knee to snout, and from snout back to paw, only letting it touch the soil after he'd finished his performance.

The older mammal was immediately treated by a minor yet distinct applause.

"That was great! You're awesome!"

"Thanks, kiddos. Have fun."

Stephan slid the ball to the taller black pup, who drifted his paw underneath the ball and punted it back to the field.

He scanned back at Cindy, who emitted a whimsical breath, with a bit of a green beard dangling from her lips.

"Eh..."

The doe's ear perked in confusion at Stephan's meek chuckle, then dashed back up as she recognized the lettuce on her snout, then slurped it up.

"Sorry." She beamed at her silly situation and monitored the young team as the taller black pup dangled the ball on his snout, only for it to drift right off.

"Where'd you learn to do that?"

"Oh, I-I was the 6th defensive back in my pup-pup years."

"That's nice." Cindy proceeded with her meal.

"Yo-you ever do any sports?"

"Just a couple. Took a little ballet as a fawn, and I still do a bit in my off-time now. Joined a couple tennis and bowling clubs to kill some time in Junior High."

"You tried any yoga?"

The canine shielded his eyes from the evening blaze as they strolled past the maze of apartments.

"Well, I've always considered ballet 'advanced yoga'. If-if that makes any sense..."

"No-no it does. I just asked, cause I do it at least once a week. Yo-you ever go to the Mystic Springs?"

"No, what is it?"

"Oh, it's just a naturalist exercise community center."

"Oh, my. You're a naturalist?"

"No, not full time. Just for workouts. Mystic Springs has really helped with my triceps, hamstrings, biceps and... Ahem, gluteus."

Cindy snickered as she peered at his rump.

Stephan's ears dropped in virtue before compelling a cough.

"I think you should try it out. I-I mean, at home. They say it's how many does keep their agility."

The ginger-haired lady smirked. "Agility?"

His irises diminished at her response.

"Er... Well, you know. I like how you're keeping in shape."

She retained her beam as his eyes scouted for anything that wasn't her skirt or legs.

"I me-mean, my family always says 'the bigger the better', but I'm alright with slender and..."

"What if I was chubby?"

"Well, you'd still be Cindy Doeson."

Stephan repealed his ears as Cindy continued peering at him.

"So, what'cha wanna do next Sunday?"

"I dunno. Movie?"

"Su-sure. Home or Cinemeow?"

"I kinda wanna do home. Would my place suffice?"

"What?"

"Suffi- I mean, would my place be OK?"

"Oh, sure."

Cindy brushed her flashy tutu, flapped her tail and secured the bow in her bun.

She booted her "Neightoven's Classics" CD and sealed her eyes.

But just as she reared her arms, a familiar voice rang through her mind.

"Mystic Springs has really helped with my triceps, hamstrings, biceps and... Gluteus."

The doe peeked below the skirt at her reasonable posterior.

Then after five seconds, she unfolded the blinds, veered her arms out of the straps and gave up her white accessories, save for the slippers.

Cindy recouped her posture, erecting on her hoof-tips before jolting one of her limbs and spreading onto the glossy wood. The common cramp from this activity barely disturbed her by this point.

Her hands boosted toward her plain footwear as her other leg reached for the fan, which now drove a flurry to her nether regions.

She twittered as the rowdy ginger grass below danced at the current.

Finally, the doe rocketed back to the bed post level and looped her right foot behind her left knee, her arms reaching for the heavens again.

After positioning her pad on the drawer, she strained her digits to the ground, then vaulted.

Docking safely on the tile, Cindy arched the left pad up to her waist and spiraled with no inkling of vertigo.

The velocity shook her quiet room into a pool of hollow space.

She could nearly perceive the robes on her shoes relaxing, then sailing off her body.

The next leap sent her drifting from her confined post, and into the recesses of the unknown.

Now there was nothing.

No impressions but the breath against her exposed fur and the delicate melodies from her CD.

Cindy was just a frolicking dot in the infinite bath of stars.

Just then, as the music surged, she was carried back to Animalia, but it didn't matter.

Nothing mattered. Not her lack of garments, nor even the musk of her sweat.

As she strutted across the turf, her feet were titillated by the increasing presence of pasture.

The flare of the sun reappeared as her atmosphere resolved into a clear meadow, where she continued to prance about.

With each docking, her hoof tips rested for a couple seconds before propelling her back into the sky.

As the tempo of her CD track quickened, so did her bounds.

The harmonies of birds trilling, leaves swaying and brooks glistening resonated with the young doe as she bolted across the hills.

She was practically trotting through the entire globe as the nostalgic strings and horns blasted.

With each skip and pivot, Cindy beamed at the perception of her fur wielding from the air, which further excited her by reeling up her uncovered torso and hips.

She twisted in an accelerating rhythmic variety to the music, until she was now a sentient whirlwind roaring through the valleys.

She drifted from mountain to mountain, from canyon to canyon, from ocean to ocean, until at last with one simple step, she settled just as the exterior audio concluded.

With all four of her appendages broadened, her chin triumphantly promoted and the vision of an exclusively canine and cervine encore, Cindy detected a meager droplet emerging from her eyelids.

She duplicated this method for the impending two hours, only pausing occasionally to fix an itch, or to attend to the "doe's room".

Finally, with the band in her mane lost and her feet cramping, she shut her CD, along with the bulbs from her fan, and pounced under her sheets caring very little about attire.

"The Shearing", "Buck To The Future", "P.E.T", "Ghosthunters", "Feral Bueller's Day Off"

Cindy tracked every page in the colossal disc binder, while Stephan debated on his Carrot phone.

"No, no. Just the marinara for the crust, please. We don't want any ranch."

"Great Prince above... And to think I brought my Taurantino and Carpentpurr collections."

The canine twisted back at the freckled doe, and the more minuscule leather container by her thighs.

He could just make out the ruffled cream tips constricting her intersected legs under the cloud-white skirt.

"Fluff-Cake, what do you think?"

"Oh! Wha-? Who?"

"Oh-sorry. I mean, Stephan? What would you pick?"

"I dunno. Whatever you'd take, milady."

Cindy tittered at his response.

"I mean, Cindy... Sorry, two Oakes with ice, please. Yes, that'll be all. Thanks. You too."

After wrapping the device in his shirt pocket, Stephan towered over his guest.

"What'd you bring?"

"Mostly just horror and some action. You seen 'Pulp Vixen'?"

"Gods, I've seen that so much with my sis. I mean, when she wasn't watching some rom-com on Petflix."

"He-he. OK. John Carpentpurr's The Thing?"

"Nope. Mom was quite the moral guardian, so she wouldn't let me see a lotta that stuff."

"Well, now's your chance." She smirked back.

"Clear!" CHNK!

Stephan blurted a yelp and wrung his crust as the lion's stomach onscreen gaped and ripped off the medic's appendages.

Cindy meanwhile nonchalantly dunked her garlic bun in her cup of red sauce while lathering the excess mozerella from her slice.

She detected a shaggy finger gripping her hooves with her companion's whimpering clouding the ZTS sound system.

The trembling canine gradually migrated to her side of the couch and gripped her shoulders as the television portrayed a detached head sprouting arachnid limbs and eye stalks.

"Ow..."

"AH!"

Stephan promptly recoiled from Cindy, only to discover a minuscule bead of cheese on her breast.

"Sorry." He plucked the drop off and popped it in his snout with the remainder of his leftovers, struggling to shift his sight between her light bosom and the horrific scene playing on the box.

By the time the grainy "R" rating slide materialized, Cindy was within the full grasp of the anxious wolf.

"I... I'm not ready for bed yet."

Her heart swimming at his woolly chest incessantly pumping and his plump paws arresting her torso and hips, Cindy snickered.

"Well, now what?" She rose to extract the disc from her console.

"I dunno. Maybe we can t-talk?"

"About what?" She secured her product back into her black purse.

"I dunno. It's been a while since we mentioned 'Pred Seeking Prey'. Has it?"

"Yeah, I guess. What about it?"

"Well, you remember if they mentioned anything about, like, a hybrid child?"

"What?"

"You know, something like a lamb-pup?"

"N-no, I don't recall. I did hear rumors about Bellwether being pregnant with Vernon's child."

"OK, fair enough. Anyway, how often you think that kinda thing would work for other interspecies couples?"

"Well I guess it depends on the species. I mean, if we're talking a horse and a chipmunk, that'd be ridiculous. I was mighty shocked when I saw leaks of Dawn's results."

"So, roughly same-size couples, more likely?"

"Yeah, sure, I guess."

"How do ya think the process must've felt?"

"Great Prince, I don't wanna imagine Dawn in that-"

"I just mean, generally. For any couple?"

Cindy's cheeks glowed as she cited the passage describing Vernon's... Hot pepper.

"Probably like riding a rocket." Her ears tensely fluttered and her eyelids shot up as Stephan exchanged glances.

"I mean... Like riding- I mean, never mind."

Her ears retracted as Stephan's snout produced a smirk.

"Look, we're not doing it right here, or right now."

His smile cut back at her blunt answer.

"Sorry. You wanna do it, like, at all?"

"M-maybe." She fooled with her skirt, trying to keep her melting lady bits at ease.

"Where and when could we do it?"

"We could find some time in late May, in my library."

"He-he. In public?"

She scrunched her nightgown at his response.

"We-well, in the evening, when it's closed..."

"Yeah, good idea. How 'bout the 28th?"

"Sure."

"Should I bring anything?"

"Maybe just some lube and we can come- I mean, show up in something formal."

"Yeah. And a towel, right?"

"Definitely, yes. Plus some kind of deodorant and musk control..."

Cindy crept from her clear stall, fondling her snout with her pink cloth, then sheathing her soggy mane.

She tugged the other towel from the wall and proceeded to grind it on her shoulders, her stomach, each of her limbs, and finally against her rump.

As her tush remained in this grasp, the doe studied the spots on her bare physique.

Releasing the towel, her digits brushed her fragile torso, pinching her meager bosoms.

She recalled her old lectures in high school clarifying how deer's breasts are commonly mediocre in teens and young adults. Regardless, she grumbled at their capacity before tracing her hooves further down.

Cindy shifted to get a superior glance at her behind.

Caressing the vanilla patch reaching into her sphincter, she pouted at it's equally petite outline.

Every day at work, she would take note of all the lionesses, wolfesses, tigresses, and even vixens attending the library, with their plentiful busts and grand alluring posteriors. Then she'd mope on her breaks, taking herself back to every rejection at every prom from every canine candidate.

Even now, she could picture Stephan flinching at her diminutive bottom.

"Come on, that's enough! He probably won't notice!"

She immediately spun back to her front and began cleaning her ivories.

"Dammit..."

Nibbling a particle of green paste and fixing his tie, Stephan winced at his vehicle clock, which displayed a neon 7:12 PM.

Just as he immigrated into the third border from the entrance, he snapped out a translucent bottle, squeezing its disinfecting solution into his palms and rubbing frivolously.

Whistling to the accent of his paws briskly brushing, he scanned the sole light within the study.

"Did I shower long enough? How much deodorant do I have now?"

Stephan exhaled into his paw and steadied his heart at the polite aroma that swerved to his snout.

Striding to the center, the wolf couldn't overlook the whiffs of summer grass at the mercy of the currents. He was already portraying her cinnamon and vanilla patched backside compressing his vision, including the tread just inches away from his pad.

"Ohh!"

Right as his paw extended to the cement, a pair of elegant hooves captured it.

His pupils rushed to discover the character they belonged to was secured into a theatrical gown hued in the most radiant shade of pink, adorned with an extravagant number of white ruffles and bows.

What stuck out the most, however, were the sapphire irises accompanying the individual's freckles and settled ginger bun.

"Sorry."

"No, it's OK. Thanks."

Cindy responded to his comment with a slight civil kneel, her digits clutching the opposite borders of her attire.

"Too much?"

He gave one last review of her flamboyant clothes, then back to her jittery expression.

"Nah. Just right."

"So, what do you want?"

Stephan glanced through Cindy's glowing rectangular device as the song names vertically rotated.

"Sorry, there's about one thousand seven hundred and three options for my off-time..."

"Eh, I've got six hundred and forty eight myself. How's Sheepa Easton? 'Fur Your Eyes Only'?"

"Too early. How bout Frank Snarlatra?"

With the ear plugs detached and the Carrot at full blast, Stephan's paw quivered as the doe's hooves coiled his waist.

"Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars; Let me see what Spring is like on Jupiter and Mars..."

His fur boosted while she began to pace the carpet.

They stiffly crossed at the wistful band trumpet blaring in the halls, the wolf's ears wilting at the density of his appendages and Cindy savoring the AC rushing below her garb.

They swiftly pivoted into the nearest foyer of nonfiction.

Stephan released Cindy's hip to address her hoof as she depressed to the bottom shelf.

"Whoa!" He shot back for her torso, only for her to delay his paw still frozen in her mannerism.

The canine awkwardly exhaled and beamed while she returned to his level.

The minute she regained her hold on his frame, she swept him into a second whirl.

"Fill my heart with song, let me sing forevermore; You are all I long for, all I worship and adore..."

This time, she perceived her soles gliding while her rib cage rested on his cushion of a torso.

She skated back into that empty yet reclining sector she visited just a few weeks ago within her own apartment.

Now the stars sprinkled about shifted to microscopic rays and her carpet now converged into sleek beige tiles giving her nostalgia of her high school days.

The alternative beasts of grey, white, ebony or brunette, nor their feminine counterparts, nor the array of sneering bucks interested her.

Once her aide's paw surrendered her thighs, she pranced on air in contrast to his heavy, controlled trot.

The adrenaline of the breeze below her knees consumed her, provoking her arms to surge and her left leg to remain while her right ascended.

During her hastening flurry, Cindy anticipated Stephan's throbbing pad to once again snag her flank.

BRMP!

"Oops!"

She snatched the magazine before it even met Stephan's snout.

"Sorry..."

"Nah, it's alright. That was beautiful."

He could make out the red glow on her face amid the outside gleam of the moon.

"Ha-have you considered that as a profession? The dancing?"

"Well, once. Applied for a intern theater audition back in late high school, but they said I didn't look 'mainstream' enough."

"You remember how many other auditioners were there?"

"I don't remember. Think there was something like, 30 or 40. I just remember they gave it to some rabbits, squirrels and vixens."

"That's likely just a coincidence. Hell, I have a cousin who's experienced. He works at a local dance club in my old town in the Meadowlands. They're always taking applications for teaching cubs. I mean, if you'd rather stay here, that's alright too."

Stephan slackened his collar as Cindy smirked, her skirt tickling his knees.

"Maybe."

"I know it's not the big leagues, but still."

"Would you be willing to be my partner?"

Now her eyes were drawn to his immense pale scleras, and his heightened layers of wool.

"Well, I dunno, maybe- I'd... Yeah, sure."

His snout was abruptly tugged to her face, their button noses striking with their lips.

At first startled, Stephan repealed his clutch on her torso.

When she unmasked her sapphire irises, however, he re-charted his claw to her thigh.

His own eyelids started to wilt at the persistent summer odor she further exposed.

His paws were reunited with her resilient shape.

His blood was pacified by the sensations of her spongy muzzle, her exquisite fur, her polished hooves, and the tranquilizing vibration of her heart.

As her right limb arched to her waist, and her digits lazily skated the mane on his neck, Cindy's mind was flooded with specific images.

Images she dared not dwindle on behind her desk every day, but rather within the luxury of her satin sheets.

While her tongue slithered it's way between her companion's jaws, her eyes studied the insignificant stack of books that was only four feet away from her.

Her sole returned to the tapestry, just an inch away from her other appendage.

She trailed themselves away from their former position, which Stephan payed no mind to, his instinct wrapped around her aura and the balmy roof of her mouth.

"Oh!"

Without warning, her hooves ejected from Stephan's waist and she hastily dipped head-first to the rug.

This sudden action dissolved his trance, only for him to fixate on the freshly defined sprawl of white cotton, unveiling a familiar sight accompanying the doe's overturned legs.

The aroma of summer grass was now intensified by the presence of her vanilla garments.

His pants tightened and his heartbeat spurred at the new concepts the sight of the bloomers provoked, until the mellow tone of the doe rose.

"Stephan?"

"Oh sorry! Are you OK?"

"Yeah, I'm al-"

Right there, her look of distress resolved to a shrewd grin.

"I mean... Oh deer, I've fallen and I can't get up!"

Her appendages fluttered in desperation as she pleaded, before Stephan suspended them.

He soared Cindy from the canvas onto his shoulders, much to her amusement.

"Where should I put you?"

His eyes averted her still-visible underwear to examine her radiant face, and then her hoof digit directed at a nearby lounge.

The canine progressed to the seat, his paws maintaining his grip on his snickering partner, then smoothly planted her on the leather.

"Thank you."

Stephan's ears leveled at the dimples on her snout.

"So, now what?"

"Well, I think you deserve a token of my gratitude."

As she spoke, her palms tweaked the hem of her dress and petticoat, and hoisted them to her bosom.

Stephan's sweat resumed as the frilly shorts were re-exposed.

"It's OK. Do what you want with them."

He shifted glances between her smile and her thighs.

Finally, he sealed his eyes, and took a long musing inhale, with only the exotic ghostly pink visual trail reflecting her odor guiding him.

Cindy's face flushed as the wolf snuffed about as if he were blind, and gradually reduced to the cushion she resided on.

Only the air conditioning could temper the sweat on her legs as his snout neared her groin.

Finally, his muzzle met the source of the savory trail.

But he didn't halt. Now the scent was joined by the mischievous sensation of her glazed core that smeared her otherwise pure undergarments.

She quivered as Stephan continued to prod her bloomers, savoring in her unconventional odor.

All at once, she perceived his tongue stroking the cloth.

The vanilla bouquet brought Stephan back to the instances where he'd visit his favorite ice cream parlors, and indulge in the fragrance of the dessert before feasting on its fluffy texture.

His thoughts were briefly delayed by Cindy's giggling.

"Don't you wanna open your present?"

"Soon..."

The perception of his phallic face nudging her protected honeypot compelled her to secrete more of her fluids, further dirtying the garments.

"How do they taste?"

"Absolutely scrumptious..."

"Care to see my other 'sweets' on our next visit?"

"What do they look like?"

"There's polka-dots, swirls, ruffles, checkers, waves, peppermints, any flavor you desire. Though keep in mind, I haven't washed some of them in qui- Oh!"

Now she sensed his front fangs hooking onto the drenched crotch of her undergarments.

After a few more seconds of rowdy inhaling, he dragged the shorts to her knees, then her soles, which she lifted for his advantage.

She twittered at both the gale against her bare bud and the scene of Stephan dangling the cotton in his jaws with a silly dimpled grin.

Her chortling strengthened when he stretched the waistline of the saturated garments, then conformed them to his cranium.

Once his ears settled into each of the legholes, his concentration shifted to her hooves covering her womanhood.

"What's wrong?"

"No-nothing."

"It's OK. You can show me."

While she hesitated initially, Cindy slowly unearthed her gaping wet flower, topped with her still-unshaven fiery red patch.

She waited for his snout to wrinkle in disgust or merely avert the view, but he just continued gazing at her private hair.

"What a lovely bouquet you have there."

Cindy responded with another blush and a pleasant twitter as he crouched back to her groin.

He nudged his snout at the heart of her femininity, resuming his devout sniffing.

Cindy isolated her vision, clutched her gown with one hoof and settled the other onto her teat, both wobbling as he widened his tongue within her flesh.

She discharged the laces on the back of her clothes and skidded one of her breasts out.

As Stephan consumed the flood of her nectar, she nibbled her lip and tweaked the free nipple, struggling to suppress her whimpering.

Every bone in her body twitched at every sip he took.

She flapped the skirt as the sweat from her entrance fused with her erotic juices, tempting the wolf to gobble greater puddles.

She didn't want to deplete all her desires at once. Not now.

"Um, Fluff-Cake?"

Stephan evacuated his soggy muzzle from her tunnel and turned to her flustered grin.

"Yeah?"

"I... Have a sort-of embarrassing favor to ask."

"I like the sound of that."

"Could-could you lick my butt? Like, my butt butt? And stick a finger or two in there? Please?"

His smirk now bared his polished dentures and the nodding of his tail quickened the minute she finished her unorthodox request.

She immediately swerved and nimbly veered the fancy clothe away from her rump, then stretched the meat concealing her most forbidden pit.

The doe chuckled once again as she heard the faint noise of his nostrils as they squeezed between her cheeks.

"You sure that's a good idea?"

"Just makin' sure it's clean..."

She couldn't look away from his ears while he continued searching her bottom.

Finally, she gasped as the wet organ brushed her hole.

The reproductive juices began oozing from her womb as Stephan drilled his tongue further into her anus.

She bleated rather powerfully at the increasing awareness of their crass behavior.

Cindy fancied the notion of her parents somehow entering the hall and the raw hysteria on their faces at her unladylike situation.

If not her guardians, she'd have been doubly amused to see that teacher from her grade school horrified at the length to which she had now disobeyed his recommendation.

If not her teacher, she'd relish in the notion of an entire mob of her customers viewing their obscene deed, learning of her brutally honest affections beneath those wimpy freckles.

"Whoo!"

She was suddenly hoisted off the cushion and onto the torso of her lover, who continued to feast on her backside.

Now Cindy was facing the mountain formed in the front of his pants.

"Do I dare?"

She unhooked the button on his waistline, then eased the zipper concealing his Cowvin Klein tighty-whities.

With a devilish chuckle, she gripped the hem of his underwear and sagged both pairs of bottomwear to his knees.

PLAP!

Though a bit shocked by the manner in which it unveiled itself, both her pairs of lips drizzled at the discovery of Stephan's package.

It was nearly the length of her snout, hued in a fiery shade of red, and every throb it made seemed to only bolster it's attractive build.

Cindy warily caressed the pulsing stalk, then finally gave the tip a poised lick.

Smacking her lips at the teeny drop of fluid she collected, her other hoof moved to his spongy scrotum.

Her tongue danced around the spicy phallus while her digits tickled his testicles.

As Stephan now began to dig his fingers inside both of her burrows, she spread her jaws and ingested his pepper.

Cindy didn't mind how constricted the shaft felt in her mouth, she fiercely wanted a sip of his seed.

Her rowdy desire heightened her already appealing musk, spurring Stephan to sniff and lap both her openings more intensely than ever, as did the sounds of her remarkably boisterous greedy gulps, and occasional light gags.

It soon reached the point where he decided to extend two fingers in each hole.

Between the ravenous mouthfuls, Stephan could detect faint moans from Cindy as he toyed with her lady bits.

Under the need to further her enjoyment, he settled his muzzle to her derriere, and his left paw to her slit.

Relishing in the trademark sweet scent she expressed, Stephan had outgrown his skepticism of exposing himself to her anus.

She released his mammalhood to regain her breath, and shifted to aggressively scrubbing it with her saliva while she bleated at the service Stephan was providing her.

Chomping her lower jaw, Cindy jolted as she squirted onto the wolf's paws.

Stephan was admittedly unsure about the nature of the fluids she sprayed.

He cautiously moved the paw to his snout, sniffing the broth that encased it.

Once he confirmed it was safe, he sipped the clear goo from his fingers.

Regardless, Cindy turned back with a somewhat flustered expression.

"Pardon me..."

"No worries, Red. Did you remember the toys, dear?"

"Oh right. Be right back, Fluff-Cake!"

He beamed at the perky skip she did as she headed for the exit.

"Got 'em! Sorry it took a bit longer than I-"

She halted the minute she glanced at the bloomers still secured on Stephan's head.

Then it struck her: That was no ordinary summer night breeze back outside.

Stephan's smirk returned when she began to twitter again.

"What is it now?"

"No-nothing. I just realized I went outside bare-bottomed."

With that, the doe turned and hiked her skirt to her spine, presenting her pleasant, but indeed quite bald rump.

"Should we put those toys to some good use, Fluff-Cake?"

Before she knew it, Stephan had restrained her hands and feet, and she was seated back on the couch, facing the confident wolf, mildly distressed, but keen to proceed with their act.

"Does the persecuted get to make a suggestion?"

"Alright. What do you say?"

Cindy snickered at her opinion.

"I did go out bare-bottomed. You think the punishment should fit the crime?"

As she spoke, she reared her legs from the cushions, allowing her skirt to decline and flaunt her peach once again.

"Good point."

Stephan then took her tush, lifted his paw, and swiftly struck the offending body part.

"OH!"

"Oh I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hur-!"

"No-no, it's OK. I... Kinda liked that. Can you do it again, please?"

Stephan steadied his troubled face before offering a second smack.

In spite of her startled yelp, she wagged her behind faster before her "Alpha".

He lashed her spotted hide once more, making sure there was a perfect red paw shape left behind.

"Hehe. This is fun! Could you maybe up the ante a bit, if you know what I mean?"

Stephan reached for the wooden paddle with the words "Baaaaaad Girl" carved on it.

"You mean this?"

"Yes, please."

He raised it to the ceiling and swept it back to her cheeks, swatting her backside once again, and inciting another giggle.

"That's right, punish the dirty doe."

His blows grew more rhythmic by the second, each one further forging "Baaaaad Girl" on the cheeks of the enthusiastic doe.

"Uh, I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"Sympathy for the devil, eh? Guess you'll need to enforce a stricter trial."

Stephan looked her over, resuming his authoritative pose.

"You know, if that Vernon Hunter fella can straighten up Dawn Bellwether, surely you can do the same for this dirty doe. Come to think of it, this dress has been giving me itches all day."

"Go on?"

"Rip this sack off."

"Pardon?"

"Rip my dress off, and rut me like a savage. Please? You don't need to hold back, no matter how much I beg you to stop."

As her eyelids remained locked and her playful grin endured, Stephan wilted at his claws.

"You really wanna do this, Cindy? I-I don't wanna hurt you."

"Sure, Fluff-cake, it's just pretend. I'll be alright."

"I know, it's just... You're the sweetest gal I ever saw. I love you."

Her smirk waned at his fumbling paws and his timid whine.

"I love you too, Stephan. That's why I really wanna do this with you, just this once. Tell you what, I'll close all the blinds, and I won't be too loud or scared. If you still don't like it, we won't do it again, I promise."

The wolf gazed at the doe, his paws retreated to his tail, and his eyes fixed on her imploring frown.

"OK. I'll do it."

"Hee-hee. Thanks, Paw-Pie."

He scouted the interior and sealed every set of blinds, until the only hints of illumination were the eerie pale stripes gleaming on the restrained librarian.

Her smile resumed as the gripping sound of Stephan's steps grew gradually more intense.

She impatiently throbbed as his intimidating form reached closer to her, until he finally ceased just above her.

"What are you going to do to me?" She struggled to disguise the amusement in her vocals as legitimate dread as she fixated on his luminous auburn irises.

A supplemental vibration slithered down her spine the instant she detected his claws lazily unsheathing.

The pulse quickened once he swiftly gripped the upper hem of her gown, and crawled it to his level with the individual wearing it.

His formerly bashful frown had faded, and his silver fangs were now unveiled with a devilish sneer.

With his free arm seizing her shoulder, he boldly tugged the magnificent bow resting on her bosom.

SHHRRP!

"Oh deer!"

Initially distraught by her forged cry, Stephan released her and the ruptured cloth.

"You're doing great, Fluff-Cake. I'm alright, don't worry."

His heart relieved at her bubbly tone, and he clutched her shoulders.

"Eeeek! Someone save me!"

ZZRRP!

"Please!"

SSSSRRRP!

"Help me!"

In spite of her convincing performance, the canine hacked into every corner of the dress he could perceive, and within eight seconds, Cindy was devoid of any protection, save for a couple tatters of her petticoat propped on her feet.

"Thanks. It was getting a little stuffy in there anyway. Now sniff me down. Every single inch of me."

"Even your butt?"

"Heehee. Especially my butt."

Stephan barred his eyes once again, and inhaled the musk of summer grass from her ears.

Cindy's upper jaw clamped harder on her lip as his nose nudged her ear.

As his snout trekked to her neck, she identified a dewdrop emitting from her armpit.

Just as she was hoping it wouldn't shatter the moment, she instantly twittered at the sensation of his muzzle prodding the pit.

The wolf persevered with his sniffing, embracing her gracious odor, from her petite breasts to her pulsing belly to her lanky yet tempting legs to her raining bud and her fair derriere.

The sight of her fluids excreting and dampening the carpet made the doe quiver in excitement.

"Oh deer... I think we'll have to clean that up when we're through."

Stephan barely heard her, as he had occupied himself with nipping her tail, inspiring her to leak even further.

With every whiff he took, he detected his boxers loosening from the rhythm of his flushed bulge.

By this point, he wouldn't have cared how her tush would react.

Cindy somewhat regretted being bound, she perilously craved the notion of fanning out her essence, surrendering more of her reproductive formula.

If no-one could observe the two of them right now, then she would at least settle for providing a souvenir for her patrons.

"Fluff-cake? I think I'm ready."

"Fur whut?" Stephan didn't bother separating himself from her anus.

"For the knot."

He finally freed his muzzle from her vanilla cheeks.

"You-you sure? I've heard it's pretty painful for the 'omega'."

"Gimme the knot. You can chew my ears and neck so I don't feel anything."

"OK."

He rose to her glistening torso, and gave up his shirt, trousers and boxers.

He tenderly gnawed her neck while his rosy phallus probed her groin.

Cindy didn't even bother with resuming her distressed ruse. Instead, she delivered a melody of tranquil satiated bleats, with a supplemental hint of amusement at the mess his shaft was causing her mound (and her carpet).

His tip jabbing her clitoris, she elevated one of her legs toward Stephan's own posterior.

She gingerly chuckled at the sensitivity of his swaying tail against her hoof digits.

"So, uh... Which one?"

"Go for the front door."

"Wha-? You really want pawns- I mean, fawns- Pups now?"

"Don't worry, I'm on birth control."

He peeked down at her glistening flower, accompanied by his rosy length.

"OK."

Stephan briefly retreated his shaft from her, only to stretch her crevice and aim for the center.

"Ah!"

Cindy stirred as he impaled her bud, with only the wolf's quivering ears, concealed eyelids, and stressed fangs within her view.

He delicately shifted his length from her insides, only to rapidly spike it again.

Her eyelids began to slouch as her accomplice repeated this pattern and her muzzle broadened into a drunken smile at the sensation of his paws clenching her torso and hips.

In spite of the pills she had consumed that morning, she swooned at the notion of hosting his cubs, of preserving the wolf population.

She clamped onto her lip again as his digit tickled her nipple, followed by his humid tongue.

The doe fondly ignited her imagination, substituting her mate with a potential child, greedily absorbing her milk.

Her fantasy was interrupted by the swift nudge of his canines against her teat.

She exposed her eyes to his bony yet appealing torso and his hips periodically stabbing her pelvis.

"Oh, Great Prince... I've waited for this for so long."

Stephan momentarily ceased his thrusts before curving a brow.

"Tell me more."

"Well, ever since I met you, and read that book, I've been... Practicing for this sorta time. Particularly during my breaks."

She couldn't prevent herself from chuckling at the face he made as she relayed the details.

"Sometimes I even do it on the job. When no-one's looking." She clenched her lip once again at the nature of their conversation.

"You really are a dirty doe."

"And sometimes, when I visit my family home, I lock myself in my old room, then take out 'Mr. Fuzzy-Paws', and we..."

Stephan followed her eyes that were now aimed at the green plastic phallus in her bag.

"By the way, I think I'm ready for the knot, Mr. Fuzzy-Paws."

Stephan released her bosom at her request.

"You sure? I've never done this sort of thing before, and I've heard it's pretty painful."

"Please?"

His tone diminished when he caught a glimpse of her innocent, beseeching blue eyes.

"Al-alright. Here goes nuthin'."

PLP!

Cindy's head unexpectedly jolted to the edge of the shelf she was leaned against, her mind overrun with elation at the jarring, yet gratifying plunge he performed.

There was no turning back, and she couldn't have been any more content.

She eventually managed to vent a particularly rowdy bleat.

Stephan mapped his tongue around his lips in response before implementing a second vigorous heave.

His member swelled at each tremor she made, at each swell her fragile chest performed.

Her tone rocketed with every movement of his erection.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

The canine momentarily paused as Cindy rocked her torso toward him, then caught it and arched it to his level.

She lowered her still-enslaved hands to the tip of his spine, until his head was trapped within the circle her arms had formed.

Right then, their muzzles nudged, granting each other a full view of their gleaming irises.

Cindy gripped the fur adorning his neck as their lips linked and his rod locked into her.

She emitted what little of a titter she could as the canine clutched her lower cheeks, and bowed her to the floor.

He spread out their legs and seized her torso before resuming their bawdy practice.

She glowed at his increasingly audible growls and his comparatively more primitive position.

Cindy meekly attempted to form a gnarl of her own.

"Nnnrrrrrgggghhhh-aaaaaahhhh!"

Her ears leveled at her crude bleat, trembling at the potential criticism her mate may dish out.

Sixty seconds passed, and all she could hear him enunciate was another string of excited grunts.

Neither of them payed any mind to the crude feeling of their new location.

They were fulfilled by the odors they secreted, the sighs they cried, the faces they formed, and Stephan's steadfast feral pumping.

Cindy's swooning bleats spurred with the frequency of his humping.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Stephan! I think-! I think I'm gonna-! I'm gonna-!"

"Brace yourself, sweetie!"

With a definitive shove, the wolf twitched as his length shot into her.

The doe's muscles stirred at the pleasure of his cream invading her body.

She managed to announce one more bleat as she pretended that he was actually breeding her.

Then she toppled back to the rug, lightly exhaling from the adrenaline she experienced.

Stephan immediately followed her, his snout docking right between her teats.

With a giggle, Cindy ran her hooves through his neck tuft, prompting him to emit a contented whine.

He retorted by planting kisses on her bare torso.

"Now, I'm afraid we're gonna have to wait a bit till this thing's completely wasted." Stephan glanced at their groins, both still perspiring.

"I wouldn't mind that at all..."

With his layers of wool shielding the lovesick librarian from the air conditioning, Stephan passed his time fondling her ears while she leaned on his abs, occupying herself with his delicate heartbeats.

Even if they were forced to remain in the building for another hour, she was delighted to be tied to her own "puppy".

"I thought only wolves did that."

She rose to find his eyes aimed past her snout, then peeked back to discover her tail fluttering.

"Oh! Sorry, is-is that weird?"

"Naw, it's alright. Yer entitled to how ya feel."

Her grin resumed as she gripped his fur.

" 'Sides, I like everything about you. Your tail, your hair, your eyes, your little button-nose, your spots, your glasses, your sweet voice, the way you skip, your clothes, and your... Em, 'meat'."

She glowed at his complements and traced his spine.

"So with that said, Red, I have a que-question. It's somethin' that's been on my mind for these past few months we've seen each other."

"Yes?"

"Will-? Will you marry me?"

Her face suspended, her eyes squarely fixed at his, as if she were facing the headlights of a car.

"Sorry, was that too much? I mean, if you just wanna stay 'friends with ben-' Oof!"

He was interrupted by the force of her hooves yanking his torso to hers, and he could identify a tear crawling from her concealed eyelid as she linked their muzzles.

"By all means, let's get hitched!" She didn't even flinch at the crack in her tone.

Stephan's fur quivered at her hooves running through his neck, and the glint in her smile.

"So, how did I do?"

"I don't think any old buck, or even any other wolf, could satisfy me the way you do."

"Hehe, don't mention it."

All at once, an odd tickle shocked Cindy below.

As she moderately ascended, the soothing lump that occupied her nether regions slumped out, and she crossed her uneven legs to try and suppress the remaining contents that streamed out.

She could only present a timid grin and another chuckle.

"Oopsie... I've got some cleaning to do."

Once she and Stephan had sanitized every section of the rug she'd smeared, she took the vanilla skivvies from his ears.

But just as she was fitting her tail in, she studied the pink rags littered by her work desk.

"Oh no..." She buried her face in her hooves.

"Wha-? Oh, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have gone that far-"

"No, it's alright. I did tell you to do it."

The wolf examined the distressed, partially dressed doe, uttering nothing other than a tender whimper.

Cindy's expectations of the all nocturnal mammals who'd see her were paused by the perception of lukewarm fabric against her fur.

"Don't worry 'bout me. It's pretty balmy out there."

She glanced up to find her new mate devoid of a top, then turned back to her ground level to find a baby-blue sleeve drooped just beside her.

She beamed back as she secured the buttons on the shirt.

"Thanks, Fluff-Cake."

For the next half hour, Stephan heard nothing but the relieving hum of his Vulpswagon and the doting sighs of his cervine companion.

"F-fluff-Cake?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you mind spending the night with me?"

The wolf's ears erected at her request, and his tail tingled his spine as it swished against his back.

"Away from my barking neighbors? Sure! And as a bonus, I get to wake up right next to the smell of fresh vanilla dew."

She twittered at him.

"Tha-thanks. I'd love that."

Though he initially averted his eyes from the swift glow in the kitchen, the blueish-grey wolf accompanied Cindy to the final entrance in the narrow hallway.

He ogled at the gorgeous salmon-pink wallpaper, the fancy cabinets, and the magnificent bed that belonged to his soon-to-be spouse.

"Just wanted to show you something."

She lightly shifted another door next to her shelf of plushies, unveiling a string of vibrant gowns.

Stephan attempted to hide his blush when he observed the Dismurinea costumes, with a couple still sporting a Sam Hain tag.

His tail swayed faster than a fan at the thought of his mate twirling about in each gown, boldly presenting those soaked bloomers.

"Is it already my birthday?"

"Maybe..." She smirked as she unbuttoned the shirt she'd borrowed. "Care for some more presents?"

The doe hauled her top drawer from the slick wooden cabinet, granting her mate a glimpse at her endless rows of pink, baby-blue, and cream or plain white.

He almost didn't answer, his mind instead fixated on the culminated scents of vanilla, roses, lavender, strawberries and lilies.

Just as his snout slowly advanced to the cotton panties adorned with polka-dots, flowers, hearts, paws or cartoon deer, the drawer was rapidly sealed.

"What's the fun in these garnishes if you don't have a sufficient meal?" Cindy planted her hooves on her thighs as Stephan nervously chuckled.

"Anyway, I have some laundry to attend to. Just make yourself at home."

The canine reclined on her cushions as she pranced back into the hallway, humming a tune.

His eyes struggled to find something other than that top cabinet.

He finally peered at the assorted wolf and deer dolls occupying her further cupboard.

He snickered at one particular stuffed canine positioned just under the flamboyant skirt of a beady-eyed doe plush, with another plaything resembling a buck sporting knight armor dangling from the edge of the same rack.

The wolf couldn't help but blush at the remaining feminine does with their skirts either lifted or torn, and their bland groins mildly sliced, their stuffing barely covered by the presence of another lupine doll.

This unorthodox sight prompted him to unfasten his tight shorts, before tracing them to his feet and tossing them to the floor.

Just as he glanced at the final toys, a ballerina doe with her ripped tutu in the paws of a muscular plastic werewolf, the melodic humming returned, and he detected the unaltered scent of summer grass.

Cindy cheerfully pranced back into the bedroom, her red patch now on display with her bare freckles.

"Where're your pajamas?" Stephan chuckled.

"Hehe. I dunno. Where are yours?"

She blushed as she slid under the luxurious sheets and positioned her posterior against Stephan's boxers.

Right then, the canine's fur dampened and his hip jerked with each picture her naked fluttering tail brought to his head.

She swooned as he started kissing, then nibbling her ears, before tugging at the string on her lamp.

"So, Fluff-Cake?"

"Yeah?"

"When do you wanna arrange to meet our 'in-laws'?"

She moderately curled as his heartbeats and the crickets outside seemed to grow louder for the next 15 seconds.

Finally, from the corner of her eye, she detected a mischievous smirk on his snout.

"I dunno... How about November? That way, we can have more erotic adventures."

"Hehe. What did you have in mind?"

"Well, next time, I'd love to see you in those princess dresses."

"That early, huh?"

She noticed him blushing at that.

"And maybe you can even have some authentic hair styles."

"I'll see what I can do. I have another one. Maybe one day, you can help me with my ballet. See, recently I've been getting an itch in my leotard, just in the crotch area. Think you could... Sooth me up down there?"

"Hehe. Of course, Red."

"Oh, speaking of 'Red', remind me to wear a red cape on Sam Hain, Granny."

"Dirty doe..."

"Dirty dog..."

It was only 10:53, and the doe still retained open eyes on the magnificent dog's paw cupping her torso.

"Damnit! I forgot to ask if he was good with fawns! Should I ask now or save it for the mor-?"

Before she could speak, the dozing canine traced his free paw to her belly, carefully caressing it as if he were holding a puppy.

She then beamed as his muzzle prodded against her free hair and his chest tuft consumed her shoulders.

Her eyes reclined until she found herself drifting into that same peaceful void where she nimbly twirled and leapt.

Only now, her "puppy" seized her with every dip.

THE END.