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Sometimes, I think working in this magic shop is having a bad influence on me. It was the night of the winter solstice, the longest night of the year, and I was just getting ready to close up the shop when the door opened and Noel, the Arctic Fox who had moved into the neighborhood a few months ago, poked his pointed white muzzle inside.

"Are you busy?" he asked, glancing around. Aside from me, the place was empty.

"Nope, c'mon in," I said, hopping up on the sturdy wooden box behind the counter. I was a dwarf Rabbit, and without it, I looked like I hadn't quite hit puberty, even though I was just a few years away from the big three-oh. Damn, how time flies. "What can I do for you?" I asked as Noel stepped inside, wiping his thick-furred paws on the mat to keep from tracking snow on the floor.

"Nothing," the fuzzy white Fox said, his golden eyes and black nose the only things keeping him from looking like a snowdrift. He was dressed in jeans and a sweater, with a red and white striped scarf wrapped around his neck and a matching cap covering his little ears. "I brought you something," he said, his cheeks pink beneath his fur. "Just a little treat for the solstice." He was absolutely adorable, and as one of the cutest Bunnies on the block, I was an expert on adorable.

Noel stepped over to the counter and set down a thick paper plate that held a dark, gooey-looking loaf of...something. It didn't smell like bread, and I didn't think he'd bring me a meatloaf--I was a vegetarian. My nose twitched as I breathed in the sweet, dark aroma.

"Thank you," I said. "Um...what is it?"

"It's a fruitcake," he said, looking down at the counter as he blushed again. "It's tradition where I grew up in the north. I made it myself. Just took it out of the oven."

"Oh, thank you!" I said again. "It sounds delicious. Do you want to have some with me?"

"Oh, no, I- I can't stay," Noel said, backing toward the door, his face so red his fur looked like cotton candy. "Besides, I have three more at home and if I can't find anyone to give them to, I- I'll have to eat them myself."

"Are you sure?" I asked, breaking off one sticky corner of the dark, dense cake and bringing up to my lips. Noel stared, his golden eyes wide, as I slipped the bite of fruitcake into my mouth, moaning as I licked my lips. "Wow, that's really good," I said.

"G-glad you like it," Noel said, the bulge in the front of his jeans obvious as he turned and fled the shop. "Happy Solstice!" he called as the door closed behind him.

I heaved an exasperated sigh and leaned on the counter. I didn't think Noel was being a tease on purpose. He struck me as genuinely shy and awkward--which was also adorable. I could just imagine the two of us--me with my long black fur, him with his thick coat of downy white. We would make the cutest little fuck-buddies.

Great, now my cock was hard and aching within my sheath. I sighed again and picked another nibble off the edge of the cake. It was so warm and moist and dense...I cocked my head to one side, regarding my new friend.

"Well hello, gorgeous," I said in a deep and sultry voice--as deep as a dwarf Rabbit can manage, anyway. "Why don't I buy you a drink and we can get to know each other? No? You just want to fool around? You're my kind of dessert. Shall we go upstairs? Really? Here?"

Okay, so I was hard up and lonely, never a good combination. Gently, I eased one finger into the end of the loaf, making a tight, moist hole. Licking the molasses and candied fruit from my finger, I quickly undid my trousers and let them drop to my ankles. I shoved my boxers down around my thighs and stroked my sheath, my hard, slick cock emerging.

"I know I'm not as big as some guys," I said to my fruitcake, "but I'll try to be gentle. I know it's your first time." Pulling the plate down behind the counter, I set it on one of the shelves underneath, and poked my cockhead into the hole I'd made. The warm, sticky cake surrounded my meat and I groaned as I plunged deeper, one paw on top of the cake to hold it still as I rocked my hips, thrusting into my sweet lover's moist embrace.

I'll be the first to admit, it wasn't anything like fucking someone, or even getting a blowjob, but there was something exciting and titillating about burying my cock in the heart of that fruitcake, especially right there in the shop, where anyone could look in through the windows and see me. I was behind the counter, so they couldn't see_what_ I was doing, but the chance of getting caught was still there.

I could feel my climax building, rolling inside me like gathering thunder, and I jerked my hips, panting as I braced for the lightning to strike.

The bells above the door jingled and I froze, heat like a furnace rushing to my face as Noel darted in, looking down at the floor as he stamped his paws on the mat.

"Sorry, you probably want to close up now, I- I just wanted--I wondered if you might want to--" He glanced up, the words seeming to stick in his throat as he looked at me. He couldn't see me from the waist down. The counter hid everything below my chest.Please _let it be hidden._Suddenly, he looked at the counter. "Where's the fruitcake?"

"Oh, I-I ate it," I said. "It was so good, I couldn't stop."

Noel looked at me for a moment, then frowned. "No, you didn't. You hated it and threw it away." He turned to leave.

"Noel, wait," I said. "I didn't throw it away. I loved your fruitcake. I...I_am_loving your fruitcake...right now."

He glanced back at me, clearly confused, and I hung my head, the insides of my ears turning red as I blushed. Slowly, he came around the end of the counter and gasped at the sight of his fruitcake pressed tight against my groin.

"You...you stuck your cock in my fruitcake," he said, his fur turning pink with embarrassment. Or maybe he was flushed for another reason. "I have always wanted to do that," he whispered, one dainty white paw absently rubbing the bulge at his crotch. "How is it?"

"Warm. Sticky. Not bad. I was about to cum when you walked in," I said.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," he said. "I'll leave."

"Or you could join me," I suggested. "I think there's enough room in this fruitcake for two."

A shiver ran through him from the tips of his little ears to the end of his bushy tail. "Really?"

"Absolutely," I said. "And once we're done getting all sticky and dirty, I'll take you upstairs and lick you clean again...and again...and again." I think he almost fainted, but he held it together admirably. I had him lock the shop door and turn over the_Closed_ sign, then turn off the lights. Streetlights reflecting off the snow outside lit up the shop with a magical blue light, making his white fur glow with a ghostly hue.

He stripped off his clothes, piling them on the counter, and I turned, hanging onto the paper plate as he made a dent in the other end of the cake with one finger. Stepping close, he sank his tapered, red vulpine cock into our mutual lover. I could feel the cake move, pressing against my shaft, as he pushed inside.

"Oh, my," he breathed. I leaned forward, capturing his lips in a breathless kiss as we found a rhythm, thrusting toward each other, the cake gripping and squeezing my shaft. I was already almost there, so it wasn't long before I arched my back, one of my big hindpaws thumping repeatedly against the wooden box as I came, filling the fruitcake with my special cream. I stayed inside, kissing Noel and urging him on until his swollen knot emerged from his sheath.

"That's it, big boy," I whispered, holding the cake steady. "You know this sweet thing wants your throbbing knot as deep as it will go. C'mon, Noel, show us what you've got."

Noel grabbed my shoulders, blunt claws digging into my shirt, and slammed his hips forward, splitting the fruitcake open as he forced his knot inside. I wrapped my paws around the sticky dessert and pressed it back together, squeezing Noel's knot within the dense cake. He cried out, hips jerking, and I could feel his cock pulsing as it pumped out its creamy load. He was shaking by the time he finished, and I gently pried the cake apart again so he could pull out.

He was a dark, gooey mess, with molasses cake and hunks of candied fruit all over his sheath, his belly, and the insides of his thighs. Looking down at himself, I could see his fur turning pink, even in the faint light.

"What have I done?" he whispered. "I-I made a mess and ruined your fruitcake."

"Well, I'd say we made a mess," I said, finally pulling out and setting the cake on the counter. Pearly strings of cum oozed from both ends and pooled on the plate. Such a slut. "And I would hardly call that ruined. I'm sure that's the best-tasting fruitcake I'm ever going to eat." I finished kicking off my pants and boxers, then hopped down from my box. I took Noel's paw and headed for the back room, where the staircase that led up to my apartment was located. For once, I wasn't going to mind that it was the longest night of the year.

Happy Solstice!

Read more of Thyme's adventures in my Kindle Vella story, Thyme and the Magic Tea Shop