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THE THIEVES IN THE NIGHT - Zachary's Report: Chapter 6

A short story by O. Pawsome

///Warning: This story contains scenes of both nonconsensual sex and scenes of sex between adults and minors. If you find this content offensive or are legally under the age to view erotica in your country of residence, please navigate away from this page now.///

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It was the strangest dream, Zack thought. In his dream, he was being courted by a robot. A robotic representation of which species, he couldn't tell. But it was a cold, unfeeling machine nonetheless. And it turned the fox on to no end. Even now, as the construct's rigid, plastic dick slipped into his throat, he opened his muzzle willingly. It was bizarre and it didn't make sense. But it was also a dream.

So Zack dreamed. His tongue curled around the plastic, licking and questing for nerves or sensors he wasn't even sure were there. In the night, his penis slipped free of his sheath, growing against his bellyfur. He wasn't sure what the conclusion to this strange union would be, or even if he wanted it to conclude. But his mind continued to fill in the blanks, the harsh voice of the computer speaking the nastiest, lewdest things he could imagine. His tail wagged idly in pleasure.

"What a slut!"

That wasn't a robot. And it wasn't Sam either. His eyes shot open as he abruptly woke from his dream. But something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

He lay prone on the bed, but he still felt that plastic in his mouth, making it hard to swallow, hard to move his jaw. He wanted to reach up to touch it, to see what was in his mouth, but his arms couldn't move. He suddenly realized in panic that they were bound behind his back at the wrists. As his mind quickly cut through the fog, he realized from the straps that securely bound it behind his ears that the plastic in his muzzle wasn't a robot penis at all. It was a ball gag.

"You got him?" came another voice, this one a bit deeper, from behind him. In the darkness, he could make out two distinct shapes, both in front of and behind him. Paws came to his shoulders and pushed him up to a kneeling position. He was face to face with a raccoon. Handsome, with a shock of dark fur hanging over one eye.

"Hi there, stud," The raccoon said fondly, rubbing the fox's shoulders.

Zack didn't resist. He was bewildered, confused. Was this another test? Some sort of prank the other males in the center were playing on him? But this raccoon didn't have a collar on him, and wore faded jeans and a black t-shirt. The absence of a badge seemed to indicate he wasn't personnel either. Zack growled.

The raccoon chuckled, "Easy there, turbo. No need to get worked up. Just need a little help from you, foxie." He reached down to ruffled Zack's already-disheveled headfur.

"Right, mate. You just relax, and let us do all the work, okay?" From the down-under accent and the distinct feel of the claws now running through his assfur, it was fairly easy for Zack to tell that the unseen intruder behind him was a kangaroo.

Zack felt angry, but most of all, he was frightened. He struggled a bit, tugging at the nylon cords which bound his wrists and ankles fast, making muffled vulpine grunts behind the ballgag. He wished Sam were here. Sam could give both these guys a lesson in pain, but the hedgehog had breeding duty, and was spending the night in the Heat Wave.

"You ready?" the raccoon said, a bit above a whisper. He was fumbling with his zipper, and Zack's suspicions were starting to solidify into reality.

"You better believe it!" The boomer chuckled behind him. He heard something being uncapped before his tail was hiked high, and a cool, slick finger slid unceremoniously under his tail, pushing inside of him. The fox squirmed as his most intimate region was lubricated with the gel. Zack winced and let out a strained whimper, his tongue pressed against the plastic of the gag.

The raccoon, meanwhile, had unzipped his pants and was letting his sheath and balls fill Zack's field of vision, as well as his nose. Zack tried to turn away, blushing fiercely in the half-light of the full moon through the window. But his assailant would have none of it, keeping Zack's attention focused on his crotch, stuffing his nose into the musky fur that covered the raccoon's sheath.

Zack took in the scent and shivered.

Gentle roo paws kneaded his rear soothingly, savoring the shape of the fox's male rump. He heard a second zipper behind him, as the raccoon's sheath was already firming up against his cheek. He looked up and the raccoon was fumbling with a plastic package before he unbagged a plastic container, tossing it to the unseen kangaroo behind Zack.

The fox whimpered, tugging at his bonds more than ever now when the 'roo added a second, clawed finger. Soon, the intruder homed in on his prostate and began to massage it firmly. Zack immediately stopped struggling as a wave of intense pleasure coursed through him. The raccoon caressed the fox's ears fondly, and spoke with an affectionate, reassuring tone.

"Oh, that's it, foxie. You just enjoy and let us do all the work for you. I promise you'll like it," he said with a smile, his masked eyes twinkling in the half dark. The 'coon rubbed his elegant, curved penis over Zack's whiskers now, marking the fox in his pre and in his scent. Zack let out a low, muffled moan, around the gag while he was teased with the other male's enticing scent. He heard the kangaroo shuffling behind him, and then felt the fingers abruptly withdraw from his ass.

Zack barely had a moment to contemplate this before he felt a pointed, leaking cocktip press under his tail. His eyes widened and he blushed furiously, struggling, albeit half-heartedly now.

"Easy, mate," the roo said calmingly. "Just relax, that's it." He rubbed Zack's ass sensuously as began to push himself into the fox's inviting tightness. Immediately, Zack began to pant, his tail slowly hiking as he felt the slick, gentle penetration. The fox found himself almost involuntarily pressing his cold nose onto the base of the coon's hardening penis.

As the roo continued to spread him over his long, tapered shaft, Zack's own arousal began to show itself, whether he liked it or not, helped by leaps and bounds by the roo's already lube-slick fingers gripping his sheath and pulling it back. Zack arched his back and let out another moan into the coon's crotchfur. The roo continued stroking him for a moment, before almost cruelly withdrawing his paw.

The roo pressed his hips all the way forward, balls deep inside his bound lover. His nuts bunched up under the fox's tail, rather than against Zack's own balls, being as they were above the roo's sheath. Zack took a deep breath, inhaling the intoxicating scent of two aroused strangers, one of whom was now deep under his tail. The roo began a gentle thrusting motion in and out of him, causing the fox's toes to curl in delight. Zack closed his eyes as he heard the roo's praise.

"Gah, this guy's a tight one, he is!"

"You think he's ready to cooperate?" the leaking raccoon asked.

"I'd say so, yeah," the roo replied breathily, giving the fox's ass a firm, but gentle slap.

Zack had never been treated like this before, and his cheeks burned more with shame than anything else for being so turned on by this.

The raccoon said nothing, but rather reached his paws around the back of Zack's neck and unhooked the ballgag. Before peeling it away, the raccoon put his other paw under the fox's muzzle and raised Zack's eyes to meet his own. "Gonna take this off you, foxie. But if you make too much noise, it goes back on and I have a go at your ass when the roo is done. Either way, I'm going to cum in you," the raccoon said in a friendly, almost matter-of-factly way. He even ruffled Zack's headfur affectionately to drive the point home.

Zack had never been so aroused, so angry, so confused all at the same time. But before he could think, the tod simply nodded in agreement, and soon the gag was removed. Zack gasped, working his sore jaw.

"What're you guys d¬--" But he was soon cut off as the raccoon slipped his dripping cock into the fox's inviting muzzle, letting out a lewd male sigh of pleasure as he did. Zack's tongue tentatively tasted the bandit's musky pre, and he would later be lying if he said it didn't have a wonderful flavor.

And then the fucking commenced. Quiet, passionate, and so, so pleasurable. Zack had never been in a threesome before, and found he quite liked the feeling of having two cocks in him at once. He suckled the raccoon with all the skill he had shown the gentle Sam before, or the young, hare-trigger Randall. The Aussie behind him had shown himself to be a capable lover indeed, constantly kneading and spreading the fox's asscheeks, his thumbs pressed in pleasurable little spots around the tod's tailbase while he fucked his fox.

The raccoon caressed Zack's ears almost lovingly while he pressed himself deep into the fox's lovely muzzle, chittering in pleasure. More pre came, which Zack found himself lapping up greedily from the raccoon's bony tip. After a few minutes of this quiet bliss, Zack found himself at full attention, dripping his own need lewdly onto the bed beneath them.

"Wanna *huff* get him started?" the raccoon panted to his friend, scritching the fox behind the ears while he was suckled. "Yeah, mate. We're runnin' out of time," the roo replied. Zack heard the rustling of plastic, which made him open his eyes and perk his ears keenly. Once again, the roo's fingers returned to his penis, stroking him now in earnest, trying to get the fox caught up to their level of pleasure.

Zack whined quietly around his mouthful of cooncock, his tongue flicking back and forth over his assailant's tip now. The roo seemed to know just how to touch him, just how to rub his fingers, just how to get him quickly close to release.

"Oh fuck," the raccoon panted while Zack intensified his efforts. "I'm really not gonna last, you better get this over with. You close to cumming?" he asked the roo.

"You bet I am," he huffed, now hunching over the fox's back while he mated. Zack felt a surge of affection, of appreciation for these two, which he couldn't shake from his mind as he quickly hurtled toward the inevitable conclusion of such a passionate union. In a tantalizing rhythm, the roo's slender finger curled and rubbed under Zack's sensitive tip.

It only took a little more of this before his knot started to swell rapidly, a fact not lost on the roo who was fucking him with increasingly forceful thrusts. The roo slowly lowered his hand to touch the fox's swollen bulb, as if gauging its readiness.

"Alright," the kangaroo said huskily. "You just be a good foxie and cum for us. Be a good boy."

Zack winced in pleasure at the sensations and the kangaroo's irresistible accent. The raccoon was already picking up the pace, veritably fucking his captive tod's muzzle, his balls gently brushing up against Zack's chin.

Zack felt something slippery and cold, almost tingly slip over his tip, held by the roo's left paw while he hammered his smaller vulpine lover. The other roopaw had slowly, ever so slowly tightened its grip on the fox's knot before he suddenly reached behind it and seized the poor canid firmly, tugging upward.

Zack's mind blanked momentarily as the pleasure overwhelmed him. And suddenly, many things happened at once. The fox's back arched strongly before his penis pulsed in the roo's forceful paw, sending thick streamers of musky vulpine fertility into the collection jar.

As the fox's ass tightened and spasmed in helpless pleasure over the roo's cock, his Aussie rapist was easily sent over the edge with him and soon, he was pouring his marsupial love deep into Zack's abused asshole, softly hissing, "That's it, noice and easy, mate. Noice and easy..." He struggled to keep his paws in position while he came, massaging Zack exquisitely behind the knot while he felt the fox give up his precious legacy.

The raccoon was the last to cum, and his orgasm came quietly. He let out a deep, satisfied sigh after one particularly well-placed swipe from Zack's shaking tongue, his cock giving a jump before thick spurts of musky cooncum began to spray down Zack's throat.

In this moment, Zack felt love for the two semen-thieves that came into him from both ends. He felt so much closeness to two males who would share themselves with him, and share this pleasure with him. The fact that he had been raped entered and exited his mind like a slight nuisance, like an annoying fly while he came.

Zack continued to cum for quite some time, filling the plastic container to the halfway point before he was spent, descending into afterglow even as the two continued to cum inside of him. He swallowed all the raccoon had to give before the masked bandit abruptly pulled his slender dick from the fox's mouth and finished his last few spurts onto the fox's greedy muzzle.

"Here you go, foxie," he panted. "A little something to remember me by."

After another few seconds, Zack finally felt the spreading pulses of warmth in his ass subside as the boomer came down from his peak as well, panting and whispering soft cusswords of satisfaction that made Zack shiver still.

Zack felt the container be withdrawn from his penis after the roo was sure the fox had given every last drop of fluid. Finally, his knot was released from that loving grip and the roo held the container up to the window, the bubbly fluid of his unwilling mate illuminated by the sun.

"Got enough?" the coon asked.

"Oh yeah, this guy's gonna be a daddy so many times it isn't even funny." The roo chuckled, giving the fox's ass a slap.

The swat on the ass and the yip from the fox snapped everyone back to their senses and Zack suddenly began to feel the violation and humiliation seep in as the pleasure subsided. The coon seemed ready for this as the ballgag was suddenly reapplied before the fox could utter a single word.

Zack said nothing, but he began to tug at his bonds while the roo opened a small pack and revealed a cryo capsule where he slowly inserted the vial of precious foxlove.

"Settle down, foxie. Call it your price for a good time," the raccoon chuckled, ruffling Zack's headfur again. He leaned down and licked Zack's nose, and he could smell the slight tang of cigarettes on the coon's breath. "You were amazing, foxie," he whispered.

"I'll say," the roo chuckled. "Been a while since I fucked an ass that tight."

"Thanks for your help, foxie. It was truly our pleasure," the raccoon snickered.

They were both rapidly putting their clothes back on and packing up their equipment. Without another word, the exited Zack's room, leaving him bound and gagged on the bed, the only evidence of their having been there the still warm semen that lingered on the fox's tongue and in his ass, now a part of him, like all his other lovers.

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"Zack, I want to apologize, on behalf of the Repopulation Center, for what happened last night. Our security failed us. Miserably."

Zack didn't immediately respond to Tessa, he simply gazed out the window of her office, watching the tree branches sway in the breeze. Autumn was coming quickly, and more and more furs were spending time inside the facility than out.

The previous night had been a well-organized operation. No less than seven males had been forceably milked for their semen, and the stores of preserved sperm, ova, and embryos had been raided. The entire population was in a daze, and the government was doing its best to contain the damage. Not a single news agency had broke the story. Not yet, in any case.

"Zack?"

He finally turned to regard her, looking distant and slightly depressed. Her paws slowly, almost sensually encircled his, letting him feel her warmth. The ringtail was wearing her usual skirt and suit, but purple this time. Zack had never seen her wear purple.

After letting his mind wander some more, he finally returned her gaze and said, "Look, it's not your fault, Tessa. It's just...well, it feels so strange to know I'll be fathering children with someone I've never even met. If it had just been the sex, I honestly don't know if I would have cared as much."

"Zack, I can't imagine how violated you must feel right now," Tessa added quickly. "Look, for you and the other six males who went through this, we're offering an immediate out of the program, with your full one year stipend due immediately if you choose to go."

Zack said nothing, quietly pondering this for some time. But then he thought of the blog, and more importantly, he thought of the future of the world.

"We'd hate to lose you, obviously," Tessa said. "We can't afford to lose you. I mean...I'd hate to lose you," she said, looking away, ears flushed.

With all her professionalism, it was hard for her to deny the closeness, so casual at the time, that she had shared with this particular fox. His eyes drifted to the desk, the one he had mated her on just a couple days previously, staining her blotter permanently with foxcum and cacomistle pussyjuice. He felt his sheath twitch.

He turned to her and looked into her eyes, feeling that brief surge of passion for the infertile female. "No," he replied softly. "I'll stay. I signed up. I'm in this for the long haul."

Tessa didn't reply with words, but rather, she moved out of her seat and embraced Zack warmly, hugging him to her needfully. He returned the gesture, a bit awkwardly, he felt. But Tessa didn't stop there. She pressed her muzzle to his in a passionate, deep kiss, licking against his tongue.

Zack returned the kiss needfully, folding his ears back as his paws slipped under Tessa's blouse, searching for her bra. It was then Tessa broke the kiss, and put a restraining paw on Zack's.

"Zack, look I want this just as much as you, but there's a bit of a problem we need your help with today."

"What's that?" Zack asked curiously. He withdrew his paw from her blouse reluctantly, the pink tip of his cock already showing from his sheath.

"Last night one of the furs who was violated was a tod, named Henry. That leaves us with only you and two others who are fertile in this region. Henry left this morning, as I guess his assailants weren't very gentle with him. He had breeding duty this afternoon, but he decided to take his money and leave us," she said, trying not to let her frustration leak through.

"You want me to breed in his place." Zack said simply, sizing up the situation.

Tessa nodded. "Could you? We only have a few vixens here, and Henry's mate for today is going to be out of her estrus in just 48 hours."

Zack looked back at Tessa for a moment and said nothing, thinking in his mind of that container full of his spunk that the kangaroo had held high like a trophy against his moonlit window, of the children he would never know.

Zack nodded slowly. "Alright, yeah. I'll get her pregnant."

Tessa smiled. "Zack...You're a hero. I really mean that."

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Zack padded through the hall to the Heat Wave, the section of the Repopulation Center where females who weren't pregnant resided. Already, he could see some of the changes that had been made since last night. Armed guards in National Guard fatigues patrolled the corridors, and had also been posted to the locked double doors that separated the Heat Wave from the rest of the center.

"Name?" A new technician asked him sternly.

"Er, Zack Whitaker."

She typed on her computer for a moment, before she produced a fingerprint reader and pressed his pawpad to it. It beeped for a moment, before turning green, the doors momentarily unlocking. Zack quietly wondered how the bunnies were successfully identified.

"Please go inside and speak to Carrie," the technician said curtly.

Zack nodded and entered the expansive, hotel-like Heat Wave. Carrie was there to greet him. He knew the squirrel, of course, from the first time he had been in here to breed. She gave him a warm smile.

"I just want to say thanks for filling in for Henry today. If you ask me, I think you're better father material anyway," she chittered as she led him down the hall.

"Why do you say that?" Zack asked curiously.

"Because he would come in here, bang his girl, and then sit and watch TV for the rest of the night instead of keeping her company."

"Really," Zack said, smirking. Sounds like a real winner, Zack thought.

"Trisha couldn't stop talking about you until she moved. You made quite an impression on that skunk."

Zack chuckled. "Well, she made quite an impression on me."

Trisha giggled and came to a door before she stopped. She looked up at the taller fox and squeaked, "Zack, before you go in and meet Courtney, just be aware she's never bred before."

Zack nodded a bit, "Well I've only bred once."

She shook her head and said, "No, no, that's not exactly what I mean. She's not a virgin, but, well, she's pretty young."

Zack felt a titillated shiver of nervous anticipation flow through him. He thought of Randall, and he thought of the various younger furs, children really, he had seen engaged in some very intimate trysts.

"How young?" he asked her.

"She's eleven."

"Eleven?" Zack blurted, in a slightly louder voice than he should have.

"Yeah, so be really gentle with her, especially when you tie. And if she says stop, you sure as hell better stop. If need be, we can come in and help facilitate the mating to keep things safe."

Zack nodded. He wasn't sure he could go through with this. Randall had been hard enough for him to wrap his head and his arms around, but now he was about to impregnate a pre-teen girl.

Carrie opened the door and ushered Zack quietly inside. Immediately, Zack's nose flared at the scent of a female's first heat. Being one of his own species, finally, it immediately aroused him more than he realized. Standing there in a daze, with his pink tip lipsticking from the top of his sheath, he saw Courtney.

She was lying prone on her bed, reading a copy of Cosmopolitan. Band posters were hastily putty-tacked to the wall, and she was listening to the radio. She was nude, like he was, and her tail was swishing idly, fanning her scent throughout the room. She looked at Zack and her eyes brightened.

"Hey!" She got up from her bed and ran to Zack, throwing her arms around his midsection and hugging him. He felt his sheath mash up gently under her barely-developed breasts. He patted her on the back.

"Oof, hey there, kiddo," Was all the flustered tod could manage at the moment.

"You the one who's gonna fuck me?" She giggled, looking up at her mate with a silly, childish grin.

Zack's eyes widened at these delicious, precocious words. Carrie just flashed a bucktoothed smile and patted Zack on the shoulder. "I'll check back with you in a couple hours, lovebirds. Call me if you have any problems." And she left the two of them alone.

"So?" the girl asked impatiently, suddenly gripping the fox's sheath with an eager paw.

Zack yipped and let out a soft gasp of pleasure when he felt that surprisingly firm fist claim what it wanted.

"I suppose I am!" he myerfed. He hadn't expected the kid to take charge like this.

"Great! C'mon, let's get on the bed. Whatsyer name?" she asked.

"Zachary. But my friends call me Zack," he replied as he followed the young vixen to the bed in a daze. She tugged his paw until he climbed on to the pink sheets, sitting cross-legged across from her. She wasted little time in initiating foreplay with her lover more than twice her age. The precocious youngster leaned over his lap and pressed her nose to the growing tip that emerged from Zack's sheath. Zack placed a shaking paw on her head and huffed, "Seems like you've got a bit of experience yourself."

"Oh yeah, I've played with lotsa boys," she replied, sniffing his cock before licking it warmly. Zack shivered, gritting his teeth.

"But I never fucked 'nother fox before," she continued, kissing his tip daintily, treating this intimacy like a schoolyard game.

"Anyone as old as me?" Zack asked. His penis was now standing at full attention, a drop of clear fluid forming at his tip. This girl was arousing him wicked fast.

"Uh huh," she replied, reaching out a paw to dab a dainty fingertip into his pre, her wide eyes examining it curiously. "My math teacher 'n me do it after class almost every day. He's a badger. Old enough to be your daddy," she giggles, licking the rest of the pre up suddenly.

Zack hissed in pleasure, almost wanting her to stop, lest she get him off too soon. He moaned, letting her continue her licking, touching, and exploring until finally she got up, fixing her hair behind her head meticulously and announced, "'Kay, think 'm ready to fuck now, Zack."

Zack looked at her standing on the bed, her lithe, feminine form still kissed with little pockets of childish babyfat. Her tail wagged eagerly behind her and Zack could see the slightly damp edges of her puffy sex. To Zack, it was the most beautiful, the most arousing sight he had ever seen. She was a red fox, like him. Her fur so similar to his. Zack couldn't help himself as he leaned forward and buried his nose into her heated crotch.

Immediately, Courtney shrieked with a pleasured giggle, placing her pre-slicked paw on Zack's ears. "Mmmh, it's ticklish Mr. Zack!"

Zack didn't reply, at least not with words. His tongue flicked and sampled at Courtney's preteen snatch, up through that opening to her clit. The girl practically squealed with delight, her claws digging into Zack's skin ever so slightly.

Zack would later recall she tasted like no other female he had ever been with. Something about her being a fox as well, and her tender age made this so, so special. Zack continued his ministrations, holding her hips for support as she trembled, shivered and let out little gasps of feminine pleasure.

Finally, Courtney patted his head and breathed, "Alright...alright, can we fuck now, please, Zachary?"

Zack looked up into those expectant, green eyes and knew he couldn't refuse her any longer. He smiled, feeling eager and relaxed. He leaned back against her bedboard and held out his paws, inviting her to his lap.

Almost clumsily, Courtney climbed into Zack's waiting lap. He leaned in and kissed her testingly, wanting to see how much experience she really had. Without hesitation, the girl threw her arms eagerly around Zack's neck and kissed him back with all the passion she could muster.

Zack returned the eager, childish kiss passionately, reining in the sloppy licking and guiding her into a more refined exchange of tongue. He ran his paws down her sides sensuously, feeling the curve of her slender hips, soon to swell with the promise of motherhood. That thought brought another drop of his musky pre from the tip of his cock, as he reached up to rub the pert swells of her underdeveloped chest.

Courtney finally broke the kiss, looking down eagerly as she saw her older mate's cock throbbing gently against her belly, staining her lovely fur with his male fluids. She hugged Zack's penis to her belly like a prized plush toy and looked up to him. "We gonna fuck, Mr. Zack?"

"Damn straight we are, kiddo," he chuckled as he found himself lifting her little hips, moving her to embrace his shoulders. "We're going to go as slow as you like, and you tell me if it hurts, got it?"

Courtney's nose was inches from Zack's and she simply looked into his eyes and nodded eagerly, her candy-like breath merging with his. Slowly, as if worried he might wake up from a dream, Zack reached down to tentatively guide his leaking tip to his young lover's waiting snatch.

As soon as he had found his destination, he knew it by the adorable expression on Courtney's muzzle. She bit her lip, her arms trembling around Zack's shoulders while the older male pressed in further. She was so, so fucking tight, Zack thought. This was so wrong, so forbidden. He knew he wanted more.

Sinking further in, now three inches, incredibly four. And still, the young vixen didn't so much as cry out. He now came to appreciate her experience, her lack of virginity. Now five inches. Six. And then she was in his lap, her pert mound nestled against his fertile balls. He felt the contours, the bands of muscle and flesh of her adolescent pussy around him, and the pre flowed like a faucet. He didn't want to cum right away, though he swore he could have.

"Oh kid, you are so tight," he whined hoarsely over her shoulder as he simply sat with her in his lap, holding her there and letting both of them get used to the exquisitely snug union.

After a few moments of this tender moment, it was Courtney once again who took the initiative. She began to move her legs into a squatting position over his lap and tentatively began to ride her older lover. He gripped her hips and returned the thrusts eagerly. Courtney giggled.

Zack didn't know how long he had fucked her. He felt like he was perpetually on the verge of climax. He was nervous he might hurt her, but that soon faded as the mating picked up in pace, the girl riding him with moans of pleasure that were far beyond her years.

Zack's paws caressed her back, up her neck, through her hair as he kissed her, whispered to her, encouraged her, all the while drilling his erection in and out of her with the nastiest, lewdest sounds of sex. The room filled with the scent of their love, and Zack began fucking into the girl harder, and faster, feeling her bounce on his cock like she was riding a seesaw.

It was when his paw had rubbed her sensitive little clit, that she spoke again. "Mmmh, Zack, you're gonna make me cum...!" she cried out, her pussy slowly starting to tighten around the tod's prick. His knot was beginning to form, plucking in and out of Courtney's sex nicely, making the tight union all the tighter.

"Do it, love. Lemme see you cum for Zachary," he murred with so much affection, rubbing her button firmly.

"Nnngh, 'kay," she responded sweetly before she let herself go over the edge. It was then as Zack forced his thick knot into her desperately tight vagina that the youngster suddenly seized on him, making little gasping sobs of pleasure, as if she might be quietly crying. Her tightness spasmed around his knot intensely, and Zack suddenly realized he was tied with her!

He tugged back once, twice. He was stuck fast; the tie was good. It was all it took to send him over the edge with his lover. After a few wiggles of their hips, Zack came. His penis pulses inside of her spasming canal before thick bursts of fertile fox sperm surged into her ready, needy womb.

Zack held Courtney to him closely, gasping softly with each synchronized twitch of pleasure, each burst of warm cum into her preteen body.

"You filling me up?" She panted curiously. "You making me a mommy?"

Zack didn't even know how to reply to such a deliciously lewd question. He simply nodded, teeth gritted in pleasure as he rode out the last of his climax.

Finally, after they had both grinded themselves to complete satisfaction, Zack leaned back against the headboard, holding his little lover to his chest. His penis continued pulse his afterfluids into Courtney's overfull womb while they waited out the tie.

"How was that, Courtney?" he asked her, hoping she wasn't sore.

"Awesome. C'n we do it again?" she asked, giving him an impish smile as he looked into her eyes.

Zack grinned. "I dunno, I don't really think you liked it."

Courtney gave him a sisterly punch in the shoulder at the teasing and stuck her tongue out at him. "Did too. Just for that, you gotta fuck me all night, Mr. Zack."

Zack chuckled and growled, holding Courtney tighter. His harrowing experience the night before quite forgiven.

Zack did, indeed fuck Courtney all night. It was only after the little girl fell asleep with her head in his lap after getting a muzzleful of the fertile cum that bred her did he pull the terminal to him and finally begin to write, his mind drifting back to his two mysterious assailants from the night before.

'Dear Uncle Charles, life here at the Repopulation Center certainly has its ups and downs. But even the downsides have their silver linings. Every day brings something new, and so far, I wouldn't trade it for the world...'