The Apex
This is a one-off story and just simply an exploration on the highest level of cuckoldry you can attain. That would be raising another male's child. It's a step I can't personally take myself, as my gf is trans, though I probably would go down that route if we wanted a family. Still the idea remains a strong fantasy for us both.
The Apex
By Drockan
The ambient whirr of a ceiling fan accompanied the gentle sounds of two lovers kissing. A pair of red foxes embraced one another in their bed. Both were naked in the flesh. The exception being for a pink collar around the male's neck and a golden metal cage around his diminutive sheath. There was a bell and a tag hanging from the center of the collar. The tag read, Sissy Ash. The bell jingled with their movements, as his hips pushed vainly into hers.
The male was dealt a cruel fate. As much as he wanted to make love to his mate, there would be no hope of penetration. There would be no hope of getting to experience that heavenly warmth or the delicious slick, velvety grip around his flesh. There would be no hope of filling this vixen in heat with his seed, and certainly no hope of her bearing his children. That notion had long been decided.
The young adult foxes were nearly identical in color, physique, and age. So much so that they were oft mistaken for siblings, sometimes even twins. Both their shapes gave a fragile feminity to their appearance. The hue of their fur was a consistent auburn, save for the white across their underside and their solid black paws. The ebony also extended to the tips of their ears and tails.
"You sure about this?" asked the vixen to her husband.
"I've waited long enough to be a father. We've waited long enough. Feels like we've been talking about this forever," he answered. "We finally found someone special to us both. It is the least we could do for him. I'm ready to be a father for his child."
"And I want his baby inside me, not yours. Our child won't be a loser like you. You know what else this means right?" she asked already knowing the answer. "If Erick gets me pregnant than our baby will be half wolf, and everyone will know."
"Most of our family already knows somewhat of what we do Trish, they just don't talk about it. You've been with a lot of guys since we've been married. Word gets around," he pointed out.
Even with the rampant infidelity, the pair had been inseparable since the beginning. Their shared particular sexual interests brought them closer than most ordinary couples. Her trysts had been many, as well as the many times they kept pushing the boundaries of their lifestyle.
They started off on the curious end of things. Ash had always been somewhat of an emotional masochist and had oft shown his submissive side. The tod started to encourage Trish to think about sleeping around. First their acts were confined to talking and role-playing. The insatiable hunger for depravity drove them further. They both were aware of the eventual progression.
Though it took a lot of time and planning, the couple finally got the courage to act on their fantasies. The pair had been a nervous wreck setting everything up. The vixen would go off alone to stay with another male in a hotel for a night. She would tell the tiger she was staying with that this was just an extramarital affair.
The forbidden carnal act just made the feline want her more. Pleasing another stud's wife was something that drove most males mad with lust. They felt like they had a duty to perform better than her husband could. The task was not difficult. Ash was easily eclipsed. The performance that night was far better than he could ever give, even at his best.
The tiger was passionate and forceful. He was everything that Ash was not. Trish lost count of how many times the feline filled her, or how many times her body contracted with her climax. With certainty, much more than her husband ever did. The tiger was not the only thing enjoyed that night. The climax experienced as Ash ate the tiger's seed out of her was even more powerful. She reveled in that pitiful, devastated expression on his face. Trish was hooked.
She endlessly dreamt of how much misery she could inflict. Wicked lust encapsulated her soul. The poor fox would be pushed beyond any sane boundaries of suffering. Trish even scared herself at how much pain she wanted to inflict. A sadist had been awoken that night.
First her affairs were confined to strangers. The couple thought it best to keep their lifestyle a secret. They were too embarrassed at the time to let the rumors spread. The random trysts eventually failed to quench their unspeakable thirsts. Audaciousness pressed them further. The tod wanted to push the limits of his humiliation and so did she.
The vixen began to give herself to Ash's friends and co-workers, even his boss. The latter affair was conducted the night before his annual review. The poor fox had to sit in an office for an hour while his boss repeatedly made lewd comments about his wife during his review. The shame she heaped upon him never grew tiring.
Passions raged at the sight of her husband coming home flush red from embarrassment. Surely everyone around him must think him pathetic. The fox had to endure all sorts of rumors and bullying. Little did the bullies know how much Ash got off to it. Humiliation was a constant craving and the foundation of his sexual desire.
The next boundary sure to be tested was chastity and denial. After the shame would come the longing. Her imagination became rife with ways to endlessly frustrate him. She wished him to the point of drooling, sobbing, and begging at her feet for reprieve. Then would come the thoughts of taking everything away from him.
First she kept him caged for a few days at a time, then a few weeks, then a few months. Though he would always end up breeding her upon release, she began to take that privilege away too. Only during the most fortunate nights was he permitted to hump a fleshlight or stuffed animal. Making love to his wife were instances that drifted further and further apart.
A solemn promise was made on the night they married. That evening had been the last time he had been inside her, or would ever be inside her again. Both vowed to be strong in their commitment. She would never let him make love to her again, no matter how much he begged and cried, or how badly she wanted him. Determination would help them reach their lifestyle's ultimate apex. The marriage had entered its third year. A family was to be expected and only one thing was for certain, that Ash's bloodline would end with him.
"Trish I know you want a kit, and I don't want our son to grow up to be just another sissy. I don't want him to have some pathetic excuse for a cock, or have my submissiveness. And I don't want our daughter to have to settle for some loser like me. I'm bad genes, and I know it," Ash said.
"All I wanted was a stud and I got the most pitiful male on this world," she sighed. "I don't want your kits either. My sisters tell me that as well. They already know how much I sleep around on you. If only they knew what I really got off on. Your humiliation will be exquisite Ash. I'm getting wet just thinking about everyone looking down on you. You're going to be so embarrassed. As soon as that baby comes out everyone will know. The doctors, our family, anyone who sees us together in the future will all be laughing at you holding Erick's kid. Everybody is going to think you're a loser," she said.
"They can laugh all that want. I'll still be the best father I can be," he said with a smile.
The vixen's paw reached down and grabbed her husband's crotch. She squeezed his balls and fiddled with the metal cage keeping his manhood locked away. Having that control always aroused her, and always brought fantasies of keeping that cage on for good. She delighted at the heartbreak it caused.
Frustration and obedience were its ever constant companions. All the apprehension the tod held for the long term had faded. Ash accepted his fate and completely dedicated himself to his wife and her wishes. There was no greater feeling of excitement or dread knowing there was always the possibility that his next orgasm could be his last.
"When I know I'm pregnant, I'll give you an hour of freedom. Cum as many times as you can. Still love it so much when I can tell you that you're never getting this pussy again. Only if you were more of a male you could have me and breed me. Instead you're just a pathetic cuck," she whispered in his ear.
"Soon I'm going to seal that cage forever and you'll only get to cum from Erick pounding your tail, or any other male I choose. Of course they'll only do it out of pity," she continued.
Ash looked down. A ring around his sac attached to a metal cover over the opening of his sheath. His ebony flesh was securely sealed away. Only through his sheath could he feel anything at all, and it was never enough to climax without something inside him. A clear stream of fluid constantly dripped from the tip and stained his underwear.
Trish laid back on the bed and spread her legs. "Come here pet," she motioned to her husband. The tod slowly crawled toward her center. The scent was ripe. Her swollen mound was on full display and was wet with need. The male instinct inside Ash made him want to tear this cage off and drive his cock into the deepest recesses of her body. So desperately did he want to breed her. So tremendous was his heartache.
Ash's groin burned in pain. The wonderful memories of making love to his wife choked his flesh inside its cage. The feeling was akin to a knife twisting through his heart. He knew that feeling would only exist in memory. There were times he cried over the loss. This time was no different as the tears streamed from his eyes. His tears served only to excite Trish more.
The level of denial Ash experienced would have driven any normal male insane. They would have long since succumbed to either rage or lust, tearing the walls out with their claws or forcefully taking her against her will. That was the extreme the couple always aimed for. This was the edge of the cliff they dare to tread on together. The fox was pussy-free, and they both wanted him to remain so for the rest of his life.
"Go ahead and taste my heat love," she ordered. Ash proceeded to move his snout down between her legs. A tongue slipped out to lap at her folds. Trish quivered in response. His tongue always knew her best. The smell and taste were just right. There would be no doubt when the wolf bred her this evening she would certainly be carrying his pups.
"Bet the taste of my heat is driving you crazy right now. Only if you weren't so pathetic," Trish taunted.
There was no discernible response. Only an incoherent muffled warble came from the tod as his muzzle stayed buried in her slit. Tears continued to flow from his eyes. The enveloping scent of her heat caused his body to tremble in desperate need. Trish grabbed the top of his head and yanked it up so his tear-soaked eyes were gazing into her own.
"Tell me all the things you admire about Erick. Tell me how he's so much more of a stud," she instructed.
"He's so handsome and strong, definitely an alpha... I could never be as cool, or as smart, look as good, have such a fucking amazing cock. I wish I could be like that. The way he fucks you, the way he pulls on you and throws you around. You guys are so passionate with each other. I could never do the things he does. I can never make you feel that way. It's only right that he be the one to start our family."
She smiled. The nightmare she put this fox through would have sent most other males quickly fleeing, but he kept running back for more. That was her Ash. The vixen continued to be in awe of just how much shame and frustration her mate was willing to heap upon himself. She actually respected it. Only someone special could delve into their darkest fantasies with wild abandonment, abandonment she greatly exploited for her own pleasures.
"You gonna be a good babysitter while mommy is out getting fucked?" she kept staring in his eyes.
"While you're bouncing on Erick's lap, his pup will be bouncing on mine, in a different way of course," he said. His eagerness for depravity was boundless.
"You've sacrificed so much for me. I asked to have your devotion and you gave it. I asked to have control over the most personal, intimate aspects of our lives and you gave it. And I asked for you to sacrifice your bloodline. You didn't even give it second thought," she said. "You have to be the most pathetic excuse for a male alive. I bet you'd even let me cut your balls off if I wanted."
"If that's what my mistress wanted, I would. Might help with all these breeding urges I still have," he spoke with a tinge of humorous sarcasm.
"Urges I love to shut the door on. This heat isn't for you my pet, and I would miss all the noises you make when I step on them," she giggled. "Now get your head back down there and don't stop until this soon to be mommy cums."
Ash buried his snout deeply into her. His tongue shot out and went inside where his manhood could not. The taste intoxicated him. Mad with lust he had become. Just at that moment a sudden revulsion took hold of his thoughts. Ash was this close to his wife's heat, and was not able to claim it. How could he endure this heartache any longer? He could feel her claws tearing his soul to pieces, and how he loved her for it.
The tod thought to be numb to this pain by now, but every continuous day of denial just made the urges worse. Every night brought the same dreams of making love to his wife. The unfortunate consequences of these dreams is that every morning Ash would awake craving to be inside her again. The grotesque hell that it was. The endless frustration that lay before him, her heat making it all the more unbearable.
Trish's paw grabbed the back of his head. This time she pressed him further in. She was close. "YES YOU FUCKING SISSY!" she screamed. Her body convulsed in pleasure, and her juices spilled into his maw. Ash tasted her fertility again. This time the taste was much stronger. More tears streamed from his eyes. Torment, regret, and heartbreak consumed him. He alone put himself in this bottomless pit of shame and darkness. He reveled in it.
"I could smell your stench coming down the hall, fucking got me all worked up," a tall, dashing black wolf said as he entered the bedroom followed by Ash. The wolf was familiar with their home by now. From the decor, they seemed just like any other couple, but the wolf was well aware they were not just like any other couple. He glanced at the bed he had seen and used plenty of times before, mostly with just the vixen of course. She always was a spicy little thing, beautiful, passionate, and unpredictable.
The wolf thought the situation was a bit strange at first, but one he quickly grew fond of. After the first few times with Trish she had let him in on their little arrangement. Erick was more than willing to accommodate. There was great satisfaction from having an easy lay, without the trappings of a relationship. Even more intriguing was the idea of being able to sire a pup, without the trappings of fatherhood.
Trish was a damn fine female and felt like heaven around his cock. She was easily one of his best lovers, and demeaning the husband just made him beam with pride. Of course the meanest he got is when he railed the poor tod, though he saved most of himself for the vixen. The wolf had been Ash's first and only male lover. Raising his pups would be the ultimate indignation.
Erick threw his white shirt and khakis on the floor. Ash blushed with envy, as he always did. The wolf had all to be desired in a male. His body was not overly large but very well defined, not like Ash's lithe form. Erick's muscles were taut and compact. Unlike the softer and tender ones belonging to the fox. The wolf's fur was entirely of a sleek jet black tone with a few white highlights around his brow and ears. The fur was well groomed and cared for. It glistened in the dim light. Even his teeth were a perfect white.
Ash glimpsed down between Erick's legs. There lay a heavy, swaying sheath with the bloodred tip of his enormous length peeking out from its confines. No doubt his arousal was raging from the fertile smell emanating from Trish. The sac beneath was heavy and bloated with seed. The wolf had purposely pent himself up. Pregnancy was to be absolute. There was no comparison. Raising his pups would be an honor.
The foxes were already free of their clothing. Trish walked over to the wolf's side and drew him in for a kiss. "That smell... I bet you're burning hot inside," he said before turning to look at Ash.
"You know how much hotter and wetter a female in heat feels little foxy?" he asked. After a short few seconds of silence the wolf answered for him, "No, you'll never know. You'll never have that feeling around your cock... fucking loser."
"Yes alpha. I never will," Ash said with his head down and ears flat. The posture he adopted was completely submissive. A little river of clear, slick fluid dribbled out the top of his cage. The tod shook with pleasurable warmth. To him this denial, this ultimate act of humiliation, was nothing short of paradise.
"Now go put on a pair of your wife's panties. I don't want to have to look over and see nothing but another girl. Shit, you already love my dick more than some other girls I know," the wolf said.
"Yes alpha," Ash answered. The fox walked over to the mahogany dresser pressed up against the wall and opened one of the drawers. Out came a pair of pink, frilly panties dangling off his claws. The fox quickly slid them on over his cage. The front was soaked almost instantly. The tod then knelt next to the bed.
"You should make him wear those all the time," Erick said. He turned back to Trish and squeezed her closer.
"He already does, more of a vixen than I am," she laughed.
"That true Ash? You wanna be a girl?" Erick asked.
"Only if Trish would like me to be," he replied. His obedience was unquestionable.
The wolf motioned for Trish to lay on the bed while he stood over Ash. His length was already fully erect and dripping on the floor. Blue veins crisscrossed the dark red surface. Truly this was a marvel for any male to possess. Erick walked up and rubbed it against Ash's muzzle.
"Tell me why you want my pup?" Erick asked in a taunting manner.
"I don't want my kids to end up like me. I want them to be healthy and strong, not weak and submissive... and well endowed if I have a son. I want what's best for Trish and our eventual family, and what's best... are your genes," he said with the wolf's length rubbing against his snout. The tod was firmly committed.
"Can't say I blame ya. I can actually imagine you having a boy, probably grow up to be a cross-dressing little queer, and any daughter you have is sure to end up taking a lot of dick," he laughed.
"Hey, only the best dick for my daughters," Trish chipped in with a chuckle.
"Well no matter if his kit had a dick or not, it'd still be a girl. Good thing you won't be having any," the wolf chuckled with the vixen.
"Now open up and get me ready for your wife," he ordered.
Ash reached up with one paw to guide the wolf to his maw. No time was wasted wrapping his muzzle around Erick's shaft. The taste got to him every time. It was salty, musky, and laden with pheromones. The fox was quickly made a slave to it.
This was always something at first he had been hesitant to try, though had grown to love it with this particular stud. The tod had never been physically attracted to other males. Never had he considered himself bisexual or gay, but this was more than just physical attraction. The wolf held a dominance over him that commanded his will to submit. It was not the cock in his maw, but the desire to do as he was told that really set him off.
This exceptional canine had opened Ash up to new realms of exploration. The only male to have been under his tail was Erick, and despite how much it hurt the first time, he was still whining and begging like a vixen by the end. Sometimes, that was the sole source of any climax he was allowed. The submission felt so right. Most of all, the wolf respected their marriage and relationship. Out of all the studs that had been in his wife, they could think of no one else's pup they would rather raise.
"That's enough. It's suppose to go in your wife's pussy, not down your throat you greedy little cuck," the wolf barked. Erick was so enthralled at how much abuse the poor fox could endure. There was so much more he had planned for their future.
Erick turned back to the bed and gently climbed on top of the vixen. His taught arms wrapped around her for a close embrace. Their muzzles met in a deep kiss. Their tongues intertwined, and they stared into each other's eyes. The wolf thrust his enormous length against her belly. A moan came from her throat as she gripped him tighter.
Ash fidgeted in his spot by the bed. This was the moment he had long been dreaming of. This was the moment that had consumed his fantasies for years upon years. Finally his embarrassment and shame would be on full display. His paltry masculinity could no longer remain hidden. Every time he held their child he would be reminded of his inferiority, as would everyone else around him. What a worthless excuse for a male he had become.
When his family saw, they would be aghast. Even the misgivings from his most loved ones would drive his lust. He happily bathed in the shameful rumors spread behind his back. All his friends knew how much his wife slept around, sometimes even with them. Everyone thought him a loser. Everyone thought him a fool. The shame only tempered his arousal.
"Your heat smells so fucking good," Erick said in-between the many kisses he rained down on the vixen. The scent of a ripe female intoxicated him, as it would any male. It took a special kind of being to resist it. Ash not only resisted it, he begged for someone else to have it. This fox was special indeed.
"God you're ten times the male Ash is. Fucking right for you to breed me," she shot back. Instinct was taking over. Their primal nature came roaring out. Trish's body yearned for a stud. Maybe she would soon forgot her husband was watching. The vixen's attention was becoming soley focused on the black wolf.
Erick rubbed his throbbing length against her folds leaving a clear, slimy trail between. They both were dripping in anticipation, dripping with need. A paw reached down and rubbed one of her pert nipples. They were rock hard. Her slickness felt like ecstasy around his cock. Thankfully the wolf was not one to climax easily.
"You ready?" he asked. The tip of his thick shaft continued to rub at her entrance. Only a firm push was needed. Holding back was ceasing to become an option.
"Fuck me alpha! Breed me! GIVE ME YOUR PUPS!" she cried out.
A wry smile came to his muzzle. Her desperation just stirred his desire even more. The wolf glanced over at Ash. "You ready foxy, to be a dad? Are you ready to raise all the pups I put in your wife?" Erick asked.
Ash's heart raced. His sheath swelled painfully. A wave of pleasurable fire washed over him. "The best I can be for your pup Erick. Please give us a family... give us a big family," the fox answered. He had waited so long to say those words to someone so superior. Finally they could start a family like they always wanted, without his genes taking any part.
The wolf drove his hips forward. The groans of pleasure echoed between them. Senses became overwhelmed. Erick did his best to resist. The euphoria that rushed through his body felt like taking a glimpse into heaven. Her body ached for his. A pleasure like this should not be of this Earth, and every moment he struggled to keep from climaxing.
She was like warm, wet velvet wrapped snugly around his length. She was tight, but aroused enough for her slick juices to let him move freely. And the heat... the warmth was divine. Such was a vixen in heat.
The wolf glanced over at Ash. The fox was enthralled. He was teetering on the edge of nausea and despair, yet seemed to be on the brink of spilling his seed in his panties as well. There was no chance of that happening though. The cage did its job. Taking this joy from another male made the moment so much more special.
Erick pulled his hips back and drove them forward once more. Claws raked down his back. A heavy groan came from Trish. She tightened again around his cock. The wolf had to pause one more time. This feeling was meant to be savored. Taking a heavy breath, he moved his hips once more. Again he resisted the urge to tie with her right then. His willpower was exhausting quickly.
Trish quivered and moaned repeatedly. The muscles in her body contracted in ways she never thought possible. This was the height of pleasure for any vixen, when their enflamed spirits were given what they so desperately craved. The wolf's flesh drew out feelings that her husband had no chance of replicating. She went mad with the desire to have his seed deep inside her. She wanted her belly to swell with the wolf's child.
Trish looked over only for a second at her poor husband. Ash was such a hot mess. Tears streamed from his eyes. This was truly hurting him. His pain and heartache just made her more aroused. The tod could not sit still or keep his paws away from his sheath, which was so swollen it looked as though the cage would burst through his underwear. That was usually forbidden, but the importance of the occasion called for a reprieve. Ash could touch himself all he wanted. The inability for to have an outlet for his passions must have been excruciatingly painful. The tod endured it all.
The control she held over him was complete. Having such a pathetic excuse for a fox to boss around and pick on kindled a passionate fire within. Ways that an average male could not kindle, even a stud like Erick. She could sleep with whom she chose but still feel the romantic love of being married to her best friend. Now she was free to choose the better genes for her child and still keep the father she wanted.
There was a methodical rhythm to the thrusting from the wolf. Care was taken to draw out their pleasure. When he felt his knot getting too swollen Erick would temper his cadence and bring himself back from the brink. Both his thumbs toyed with her nipples. The rest of his claws held firmly to her breasts. The passionate thrusting was driving her mad. She was close. Everyone in the room could tell.
Violent pleasure consumed every soul there that night. Yet it was only Ash that was also consumed with violent agony as well. The wolf's willpower was exhausted. Holding back no longer, Erick drove his knot deep into Trish. She convulsed and clamped down on his girth.
The tie was firm, yet his knot had yet to reach its fullest. Still not a drop of his seed could dare escape. A primal scream came from her muzzle as she trembled from her own climax. A stream of juices soon soaked the black fur on her lover's crotch and cascaded down his sheath.
The knot inside her swelled to form a perfect tie. Ash watched on with envy. His cage throbbed violently between his legs. The carpet was already completely soaked from the stream of clear fluid dripping from it. He knew what was next, the wolf's seed inside his fertile wife. A cathartic, heavenly feeling radiated within. This was the greatest degradation any male could experience. This was the apex of their fantasies.
Erick growled on top of her. Drool ran from his maw down on the vixen. His arms wrapped around her back and squeezed her in close. The knot continued to tug and pull until being pushed back in deeper by the wolf.
"You want my pups?" he grunted.
"Fuck yes, BREED ME!" Trish yelled in response.
"I wasn't talking to you. Hey little pussy sitting down there. You want my pups, and keep in mind this won't be the only one I'm giving you if you say yes. At least three or four more oughta do," Erick asked staring straight at the other fox. Ash was a little taken back. The thought stewed in his head. Was this really happening? Was his wife really going to get pregnant from another male, and was he really going to happily raise that child? Would he do so again and again? The point of no return had already been passed.
"Yes... I want to raise your pups... all your pups," Ash meekly replied.
There was no answer from the wolf, at least not formed in words. He was too far gone to stop now anyways. A heavy groan came instead. The giant piece of fleshed lodged inside her flexed and throbbed. A sudden rush of the wolf's seed flooded her insides. Her womb was soon completely coated with it. Pregnancy would most likely be ensured.
The pair rested in an embrace for quite awhile. The wolf would be unable to pull out for some time. Erick continued to gently rock his knot inside the vixen, seed still spilling from his length. She was beyond full. They continued to kiss in a very romantic fashion. This was special. They all could see that with clarity.
"Tell me how much you love me more than your plaything Trish," Erick spoke softly.
"He can't even compare to the feelings I have for you," she replied.
"Maybe when I'm ready to settle down darling. Until then stay with the babysitter, make sure he takes good care of you and my kid," the wolf said. Ash was left shaking on the floor. That one really hurt. They always found a new way to twist the knife in a little more.
No words were spoken. They were still locked together when the consequences dawned on them all. Erick would be a father. Trish would be a mother, and Ash would gladly put all their responsibilities on his shoulders. It would be his child, even if it was not of his blood. And every time he held them, he would be reminded of this night.
Nine months later
The delivery room was abuzz with excitement. A team consisting of a stout equine doctor and various feline nurses were attending to a crying, groaning vixen in the midst of the painful task of bringing a new life into this world. Her husband kneeled by her side just like the night the child was conceived. His paw held a firm grip on her own.
"I love you Trish..." he whispered into her ear.
"Keep pushing, I see an ear," the doctor said with excitement.
With a guttural scream, and one last push, the ordeal was finally over. The doctor was quick to free the infant and wipe the crying baby down. Right after is when the nurses started to perceive something was amiss. They started to chatter but were not sure what their eyes were seeing. The stallion carefully checked the infant's vitals. "You have a healthy boy," he said. The doctor cleaned up the infant a little more before wrapping him in a towel.
The nurses knew what was not right by then. There were a few startled gasps and more than a few chuckles from the nurses in the back. The baby was nearly solid black. The snout, paws, and ears were unmistakably lupine in nature. It was evident in the clearest of circumstances that Ash was not the father.
The exasperated doctor was speechless. Ash was still standing right by her side. "Congrat...." the doctor stopped himself. The situation was too awkward for him to even approach.
"Well I'll leave you two for a moment with your... ahem... with the new boy," the equine finally said and shuffled the nurses out of the delivery room. Many still were covering their mouths to hide their giggles. And many looked upon Ash with pity. Still the fox was smiling like a fool. His dream had come true. Their dream had come true.
"He's so beautiful," Trish said. Her voice was cracked and ragged. The trial had drained her. She could barely muster enough energy to gently rock the baby in her arms. The infant stopped crying at his mother's touch.
"He is so beautiful. I see a lot of wolf in him. We were right to choose Erick. Let's enjoy this moment before we have to deal with our crazy families. We can't hide our lifestyle anymore Trish," Ash said.
She replied, "Then why should we anymore... let us own it."