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Simon shifted his weight from one paw to the other, holding his basket of groceries close to the chest. His tail shifted with thought as he looked up at the dairy aisle.

Some fresh mozzarella would be really nice, but he was already spending a bit too much, especially with rent coming up soon. He sighed. Maybe if he went without the chicken? But that wouldn't really leave him with enough meat, even for a smaller carnivore like a fox.

In the midst of his thinking, a large hand fell on his shoulder, making him nearly jump out of his loose skin. The grip was firm, and Simon's mind wondered for a moment if he'd done something wrong-

"Sorry little fox, daddy didn't mean to startle you," Gustav's familiar voice tumbled down like cascading stones, making the fur of Simon's neck stand up for new, more pleasant reasons.

Simon glanced back to find the older bull standing with a grocery cart at his side. His bovine head loomed over Simon, bristly gray fur tufting from his chin as the harsh lights were eclipsed by his broad form. Clearing his throat, Simon found his own, felt-like, voice. "It's okay, I was kind of focused, I guess."

"You need me to reach something for you, son?" Gustav asked.

"N-no, I can reach the top shelf."

"Maybe on your little toe-pads." Gustav tweaked one of his fuzzy ears.

Simon smiled at the touch, even as some of the other shoppers glanced in their direction. "Um, I was just deciding whether to get the mozzarella or the chicken."

"Why not both?" Gustav asked, eying Simon's soft belly through his shirt.

Simon rubbed his middle bashfully. "They're both kind of expensive." His ears slanted back as he murmured, "I still haven't found a good job yet."

"Oh, I'm sorry Simon." The bull frowned, but his eyes flickered with a bit of excitement as he leaned down. "Cute foxes shouldn't have to pick and choose at the store. Let me see your basket."

What was Gustav doing? Simon handed it over, heart fluttering as their hands touched. They'd gone on a good few dates since their first night together, and Gustav's chivalrous attitude had only made Simon's crush on him worse.

Gustav simply put the basket in his cart. "If your daddy takes you to the store, he should pay for the food, right?"

"Wait, all of it?" Simon asked, ears flushing hot.

For a moment, the bull seemed bothered as he looked through Simon's basket. Was it too much- "This isn't enough for a growing boy."

"I'm twenty-four." Simon chuckled.

"You're just a little kit. All skin and bones, too." Gustav tugged at Simon's scruff, which easily filled his hands with folds of fox-hide.

"Hey," Simon said softly, trying to hide the flood of warmth that the action sent through his body.

"Let's get you some real food." Gustav plucked multiple containers of mozzarella from the shelf.

Simon couldn't bring himself to refuse.

The two spent a few minutes going back through the grocery store, with Simon mentioning what he liked, and Gustav insisting on him getting much more than he needed.

He must have really liked Simon's belly.

When they arrived at the refrigerated section again, it seemed otherwise empty, so Gustav nudged Simon close to the cart and grinned at him. "Hop those little paws up here." He tapped the cart's bottom rack.

"Why?" Even as he asked, Simon did as Gustav told him, putting all his weight on the back of the cart, hands on its handle. If it weren't so full of food, he would have worried about it tipping.

"Hold on tight."

Gustav began to run, pushing the cart down the longest aisle in the store, until, with enough speed to make the wind brush past Simon's face, he let go.

Simon yipped, but kept his grip as the little ride sent him into the meat aisles. The beef section approached quickly, without enough space to slow down in time.

Before the fox could hop off and try to stop it himself, Gustav's hands returned to the outer edges of the handle, thumbs resting against Simon's pinkies.

Catching his breath, Simon laughed. "I thought I was gonna crash."

"Never, son. I've got you." Gustav ruffled the fur on his head. "Don't you trust me?"

Simon leaned back against Gustav's full, warm chest. "Yeah, I guess I do... daddy." His warm excitement was wrenched into embarrassment as he caught sight of a lizard standing by the seafood section, glancing at them out of the corner of her eye.

"Now," Gustav didn't seem to notice, or else didn't care, "you pick out all the meat you like. Maybe some salmon? Steaks?"

After taking a moment to compose himself - and let the lizard move on to other parts of the store - Simon looked up at Gustav's big horns and meaty, bovine shoulders. "You're alright with buying that kind of stuff?"

"I'm not some squeamish thing." Gustav snorted. "Besides, you can't take care of a carnivore without feeding him right." He stroked Simon's snout, letting a thumb linger over his pointy teeth.

Honestly, Simon never felt less like a vicious meat-eater than when he was around Gustav. The bull had hundreds of pounds on him, the kind of muscle that rendered a fat fox the opposite of threatening. But, it felt nice to just pick out the meat he wanted, to indulge his basic desires without having to worry about the cost.

At the checkout line, Simon watched a ram in a green apron move his lavish feast into paper bags. He couldn't even dare to look at the total.

Gustav, meanwhile, was chatting with the cashier.

"So, what's the plan for today?" The ram asked.

"Oh, not sure for the evening." Gustav seemed to think for a moment, before wrapping an arm around Simon and pulling him closer. "Just some father son errand-running for now."

Simon's tail swished, fur pricking all along his back. He could feel the ram's eyes moving between them. But not in disbelief. Gustav was old enough to be Simon's father, and maybe his mom was just a fox, or else he was adopted.

"That's nice, my old man is always annoying to shop with." The ram shook his head, and smiled ruefully at Simon.

"I had fun," Simon said. "Plus, I'm not paying for my own groceries."

"Awful nice of you, dad." The ram laughed.

Gustav squeezed Simon's shoulder against his side. "It's well worth a day out with my boy."

Simon's heart was still drumming as Gustav loaded the groceries into his shiny silver car. "You know, he actually thought I was your son," he said with a shake in his voice.

"That alright?" Gustav asked, setting down some jugs of milk with a huff.

Despite the embarrassment - or maybe because of it - excitement raced along Simon's skin. "Y-yeah, it's alright. Just..." he chuckled, "if he knew what you did to me in bed..." then trailed off, face too flush to finish.

Gustav's warm smile soothed Simon's prickled skin, and the bull latched a curled finger under his chin. "I was serious, though, about having a day out. You happen to have any plans the evening?"

"Oh!" Simon melted into his touch, gazing at the pale brown fur across his square face. "No, I was just gonna play some video games in my underwear or something."

"The second part doesn't sound so bad," Gustav cooed. "How about we swing by your apartment to drop off the food, and I'll take you out. We could go to the pier. Then, maybe, have you been to the old drive-in movie place? They're playing something later tonight."

Simon shook his head.

"Alright then, a little father-son adventure." Gustav winked.

All through the drive to his apartment, Simon stewed in his flustered hide. Gustav was really getting into his role, and admittedly he was perfect casting for the part. That powerful bull chest expanded with each calm breath, his dense middle just soft enough to provide solid comfort when they embraced, and his scruffy chin fur tickled Simon's snout whenever Gustav kissed him. Whenever 'Daddy' kissed him.

Even just thinking about it made Simon's cheeks warm. Thankfully, his dark ears hid the blush well. How was the bull just so calm and confident with all this? The word 'Daddy' didn't even faze him.

But maybe...

Gathering his nerve as Gustav parked, Simon unbuckled and leaned over, earning a warm, wet kiss from him. The bull's thick fingers caressed the back of Simon's head, while his fat tongue slipped just a bit into the fox's snout.

After they pulled back, Simon smirked. "You're a good kisser, Dad."

Finally, Gustav's eyes widened, just a bit.

***

Gustav's chest was warmed just by watching Simon at the pier. The plump little fox had feasted on fish and chips, painted his muzzle bright pink and blue with cotton candy, and even given Gustav another deep kiss at the top of the ferris wheel. He was definitely worth more than his weight in gold.

He'd even taken the fox clothes shopping, letting him explore the kinds of stores that an unemployed young man would never set foot into. Simon had picked out some jackets and a few shirts, and Gustav had the chance to buy him some fine underwear and a pair of pajama pants.

Now, with the sun just set, Simon walked along the wide railing of the pier, arms stretched out to either side. Gustav trusted his foxy dexterity, to a degree, but kept one hand lightly on Simon's shoulder, ready to catch him. The fox's thin shirt fluttered around his fingers, while his tender shoulder muscles moved slightly with each precarious step.

Gustav looked up at him. That fiery orange pelt did a good job standing in for the sun, with a deferential purple sky splayed out behind him. He reminded Gustav of an old painting he saw once, of a young fox dancing in the woods.

"Having fun?" Gustav asked.

Simon nodded happily. Then, his brow raised in a foxy look of mischief. "I wonder how many people think you're my dad."

Gustav tilted his head back and forth, recalling the various looks he and Simon got during the evening. Especially when his hand lingered a bit too long on the fox's rump. "Not sure." He paused as they reached the end of the pier. Before Simon could find a place to hop down, Gustav reached up and swept him off the railing, pulling his smaller form against his chest. "About the same number who think I'm your Daddy."

Simon's arms put up a little resistance at first, but then the fox relaxed into his grip, relying entirely on Gustav to hold him up.

The bull's head was filled with many kinds of heat, so he fell back on the simplest one. "Hey, what do you think the fine is for having sex on the pier?" When Simon's astonished face lifted up to look at him, Gustav laughed. "What? I'm a bull, you know."

"An old, horny bull." Simon pushed against his belly and hopped down to his feet.

"And yet, you keep going out with me. Must like it." Gustav stepped with Simon to the pier's edge, and flicked his tail against the fox's butt.

Simon rested his arms on the railing and nestled his chin into them, gazing out at the sea. He sighed. "Yeah, I do. I do like you."

Gustav rested his hips against the railing beside him, and began to rub his hand along the fox's head, messing up all that soft fur. The wind tugged at Simon's ears, and ruffled the thick fluff of his tail. From the black fuzz on his paws to the vibrant coat across his shoulders, he really was a beautiful young man.

They stayed there for a few minutes, Gustav lost in the trance of stroking Simon, before the fox murmured, "We should get to the movie soon, right?"

"Yeah, let's head out." Gustav bit his lip. What he really wanted was to take this chubby boy home and play with him, but that could wait... Or, maybe it didn't have to?

Gustav and Simon sat on a picnic blanket, a few throw blankets bunched up around them, as an old mystery movie projected on a massive white canvas across the grassy drive-in lot. Gustav's car stood just behind them, giving a little privacy, but only from the moviegoers behind them. At least the darkness of night kept everyone's eyes on the screen.

The blankets were nice, but as Gustav held Simon next to him, he mostly felt a flimsy t-shirt and the rough fabric of the fox's shorts.

It wasn't that cold out, and he had a nice thick coat given to him by Mother Nature. So, Gustav inched his hand down until he gripped the bottom of Simon's shirt, and slowly started to lift it.

The fox turned to him with a cocked head. "What are you doing?"

"Shh, little fox," Gustav whispered. "Just getting you more comfy."

Simon's ears flicked anxiously, but he glanced around and didn't seem to notice anybody watching.

"O-okay." He lifted his arms, letting Gustav peel the shirt away.

And there, waiting for him, was that expanse of sweet cream, downy fur rolling over the gentle crests of Simon's breasts and belly. Sitting as he was, they were a cute spread of pudge, turning to small rolls on his sides and looking almost like a surprised face between the fox's big nipples and belly button.

Gustav cupped one of Simon's moobs, feeling the way the fat reached around beneath his arm. "Good to know my boy's eating well."

Simon stuck out his tongue. "Will be even more now."

The back of Gustav's head tingled at that thought, Simon fattening up on the food he bought for him.

Unable to wait, Gustav reached down and gently pressed his hands beneath Simon's belly, the warm and tender flesh on his knuckles. He could feel Simon's thighs tense, but the fox leaned back to let him get at the button of his shorts. Gustav deftly undid it, and pulled the zipper down.

Simon stifled a word, and darted his head around again.

Gustav looked up too, but nobody seemed to have noticed. So, he guided Simon's legs and carefully pulled the shorts off of him. He smiled. Those thighs spread out as Simon sat, like fluffy pillows.

"So much fur on you," Gustav spoke into Simon's ear, leaning close. He traced a hand up Simon's thigh, until his fingers brushed against a pair of dark boxer-briefs, which dug slightly into his doughy flesh. Come to think of it, his shorts were pretty tight about his waist too.

Well, it was good they got him some new clothes.

"You like it?" Simon asked, still vigilant for any prying eyes.

"Let me show you how much." Gustav grabbed Simon by the chest and side, satisfied with how his hands sunk into his padding, then pulled the fox onto his lap. The bull's own legs easily surrounded Simon's, even with his extra cushion. His pretty little fox sat, undressed, on his Daddy's stiff jeans. Gustav nudged Simon to lean back into his chest, feeling those small shoulders rest against his flanks. Then, while a quiet scene of discussion and suspicion played out on the projector, Gustav's hand drifted down Simon's belly. He traced the shape of it, lingered on his navel for a moment, then tickled the soft lower crest.

Simon barely stifled a laugh. "D-don't do that right now," he pouted.

"Don't worry, Daddy has something much more fun in mind." Gustav finally reached the waistband of his underwear, and pulled it down between Simon's legs. The fox nearly froze as his dick sprung up into the air. A few cute inches of fox twitched in the night, foreskin shiny and wet. The bull reached out and placed the pads of his fingers on his shaft.

"Dad-" Simon sputtered quietly, then seemed to hitch his breath as he realized what he'd said.

"I won't, if you don't want me to," Gustav whispered. "All up to you, son."

"I just..." Simon paused, a faint whine escaping his throat. "What if someone notices?"

Gustav pulled a blanket over Simon's loins, covering his own hand on the fox. "They won't, if you can keep quiet for me."

Simon glanced back, neediness overtaking worry in his eyes. "Okay."

With that, the bull placed two fingers on the ridge of Simon's foreskin, and

slowly pressed down, feeling it roll smoothly away from his head. He spoke between the fox's heavy breaths. "There you go, just let Daddy take care of you."

Using Simon's own precum, Gustav trailed his fingers around his head, marking out the shape while he continued to pull the skin down, revealing more and more of him. Eventually, his fingers found the little crest at the bottom of his glans, and moved beneath it, making Simon's breath shudder against Gustav's chest.

He didn't even need to stroke to make this sweet fox melt into him. "Oh, now what's this?" He murmured as his fingers found the thin bridge of skin on the bottom side of his head. As he tugged the foreskin down, it stretched, and he began to toy with it.

"Ah-" Simon could barely stop himself from gasping. His hands gripped onto Gustav's jeans, fingers curling in tight. His legs began to shake.

"So close already?" Gustav brought his other hand to the fox's scruff and began to tug. He laughed quietly. Simon's foreskin felt similar, supple folds at his mercy. The bull began to trace his other fingers down past Simon's head, into those folds, teasing the sensitive insides as they bunched up on his shaft.

Simon's toes tightened on his little footpaws, and he looked up at Gustav desperately, a moan trying to escape his throat. "I'm-" He couldn't continue talking as his voice tried to jump.

"You really are my sensitive boy." Gustav kissed his forehead. "It's okay, just give in to my touch. Cum into Daddy's hand." He dragged a knuckle up Simon's frenulum, using his fingers to tug the foreskin away from his shaft at the same time.

That whine crawled out through Simon's snout.

Gustav reacted quickly, faking a few hard coughs, giving the fox enough time to quiet himself.

A few people glanced over at the sound, but only gave an odd look to the shirtless fox on the big bull's lap, as Gustav stayed his hand under the blanket.

Simon's face strained with his need, and as soon as nobody was watching, Gustav pumped his hand a few times, splattering his fingers and the blanket with warm cum. Simon's whole body quaked from the denial of his usual noises, and little aftershocks coursed through him as Gustav continued to make slow, careful strokes, to get every drop out of his boy.

Once all the heat had fled from Simon's loins, he went nearly limp and lay back against Gustav, letting out tired breaths. "Sorry I made a noise," Simon whispered.

"No, you did such a good job, little fox. Daddy's proud of you."

Gustav rubbed his chest with his clean hand.

After a minute, as the movie wound down from its own climax, Simon nuzzled into Gustav's chest. "I'm really starting to like the 'Daddy' thing."

"Good, we're just getting started." Gustav squeezed him tight.

After the movie, once they were mostly alone, Gustav slipped the tight underwear back onto Simon, though he wouldn't be letting the fox go to bed in them - especially with the added stains.

The sleepy fox huffed as he started to get up.

Gustav pushed him gently back down. "No need for that, Simon." He took one of the clean blankets and hefted the fox up into his arms, partially wrapping him in it. "Nice and warm?"

Simon nodded quietly.

Carrying him to the car, Gustav set his fox down delicately in the passenger seat, packed up the rest of the blankets, and sat down at the wheel. As he started the car, he glanced over. Simon wasn't quite asleep, but his lids were heavy and he shifted to make himself comfortable.

"Here," Gustav turned on his seat warmer, then paused before he pulled out of the lot. "You didn't buckle in."

Simon whined. "It's okay, you're a good driver."

"I am, but it's dangerous." Gustav leaned over and strapped the buckle across him, fastening it tight over his belly.

The fox rolled his eyes at first, but as they drove onto a quiet street, he murmured, "Thanks, Daddy."

After pulling carefully into his driveway, Gustav got out, brought the blankets and new clothes inside, and returned for his fox.

Simon roused from a light nap as Gustav unbuckled him. "Could you carry me in?" He asked. Whether his weak little tone was an affect, or just him being tired, Gustav couldn't say.

All the same, he happily swept Simon up, one arm under his padded butt, the other over his back. The fox rested his chin on Gustav's hearty shoulder. While Simon was small, just a fox in the bull's arms, his fat gave him a warm heaviness that soothed Gustav's toughened body.

Gustav stepped inside and smirked at the cute boy. "You want to sleep in your Daddy's bed tonight?"

"Yes, please," Simon answered, the lazy motions of his jaw clear on Gustav's shoulder.

"Alright, but you'll need to get ready for bed first." Gustav walked up the stairs, turning towards the bathroom as Simon grumbled something. "Don't get cranky," the bull cooed. "Daddy'll help you."

Gustav set Simon down in his spacious bathroom, the fox's pads planting heavily on the dark tilework.

Simon blinked the bleariness out of his eyes and leaned on the counter.

"Why don't you get out of those undies," Gustav tugged at Simon's waistband.

The fox smirked and stretched. "Right into your hamper? You got them

a little messy."

"That's what it's there for." With a peck on the fox's forehead, Gustav let the elastic go, causing it to snap back into Simon's hip. "A little small, huh son?"

Simon yipped, and rubbed his side.

"Let me just grab a few things for you." Gustav stepped out the door, hoping that the fox wouldn't just fall asleep against the counter while he was gone. Downstairs, Gustav rooted through the bags for some of the clothes he bought, as well as a special little consideration.

When Gustav returned, he stopped right in the doorway, taken for a moment by the sight in front of him. Simon had done as he asked, and now stood completely nude, rubbing his pointer finger in habitual nervousness. The whole shape of his body seemed perfect to Gustav, from the thickness of his middle to his puffy chest. The fox shifted his weight from one chunky leg to the other, and his neck was softened out with a faint layer of pudge that reached up to fill his cheeks and chin. But he was still so much smaller than the old bull, just a chubby little thing.

And thinking of chubby little things, his dick was hard again, pointing eagerly out from a plush pad of fat, with those plump fuzzy balls nestled cozily between his thighs.

"What?" Simon asked, seeming more awake. "You've seen me naked before." His tone was uncertain, like he was trying to convince himself to be casual about it.

"Yeah, but..." Gustav thought for a second. "I hadn't been your Daddy for the whole day before. Something different about it." He stepped up close. "Just makes me want to take care of you, Simon." He put a gentle hand on Simon's flank, rubbing up and down.

Simon reached out and felt Gustav's arm, which was so much bigger than his own. "Yeah, I get what you mean. Feeling your muscles now is... it's a lot, after today. I mean, we really told that ram that we were father and son." He laughed softly, but stopped and just looked up into Gustav's gray-flecked face. "But since we've done it through the whole day, we should finish it out the same way, right? You said you'd help me get ready for bed, after all."

The fox's ears were perked up with tension, his tail swishing. Gustav's smile deepened. "That I did, and Daddy keeps his word. Here, I think XXL will fit you better." He held out a pair of pristine white boxer-briefs, the same style Simon liked to wear.

Simon rubbed the fabric between his fingers. "Ooh, they're soft. But," he glanced at his feet. "I don't usually wear white underwear. My fur kind of shows through it."

"Why do you think I picked it out?" Gustav patted him between the ears. "So you can't hide that cute butt. Now, sit right here and I'll put them on you. After I get you clean, of course."

Simon made a little confused sound, while Gustav folded some tissues.

Gustav lifted Simon onto the counter, and reached between Simon's legs, gently holding his penis in one hand. With his thumb, he rolled the fox's foreskin back over his head, leaving it in thick folds on the half-hard flesh. "Let me know if I'm too rough." Gustav brought the tissues to his head and slowly cleaned off the remaining cum from the drive-in. He ran the tissues under water for a moment to dab his fur clean.

"No, it feels nice," Simon murmured.

With a final check to the inside of his foreskin, Gustav nodded and pulled it back to tuck his head in. "There we go, nice and clean. Now, let's get you dressed."

lifting the fox's legs in turn, Gustav slipped the underwear on. The fabric stretched easily around his thighs and hips. Gustav stood Simon up and turned him around to be sure they fit his backside well. The stitching was tested a little by his fleshiness, but unlike his last pair these didn't dig into him, just wrapping around his hips. "Let's get this pretty thing situated." Gustav took Simon's tail and slid it through a good-sized hole in the back of the underwear.

After swishing his tail teasingly, Simon turned back around and looked at himself. Sure enough, a hint of orange-red fur showed through the white cloth as the light caught it. But he only had a simple smile on. "They feel great."

"I bet." Gustav patted him between the legs, where the front of his underwear bulged out a bit. "Not gonna have my boy's bits getting all squeezed." He brought forward another piece of clothing, the pajama bottoms. They were a warm-gray plaid pattern, with little drawstrings on the front.

Simon cocked his head to the side. "Why those?"

"I just wanted to see how they'd look on you. Plus, they'll be cozy in winter." Gustav got down on a knee. "Lift up your foot for me, little fox?"

With Simon's help, Gustav soon lifted the pants up to his waist, pulling the strings just a bit to make them snug against him.

"They are pretty comfy. And, yeah, warm." Simon nodded.

Gustav sighed. Those pants just made all the rest of his fur and fat look softer, more vulnerable. "I've got the cutest boy." He pulled Simon in, wrapping both arms behind his back to ensconce him in big, tough bull.

Simon's hands wandered up along Gustav's chest, feeling through his shirt. He peaked an eye past him, at the last things on the counter - a new brush and tube of toothpaste. "Oh yeah, I guess I should brush."

"After all the cotton candy you had?" Gustav pulled back and fixed him with a disciplining look. "I'm gonna make sure your pearly whites stay that way." He picked up the brush before Simon could, and pressed out a dollop of paste onto it.

"Is that bubblegum flavored?" Simon asked with a humorous tone, tracing a claw on the pink tube.

"Thought it'd be good for a little fox." Gustav wetted the brush and extended an open palm. "Lemme see your chin, and keep that snout open."

Simon stepped forward, but hesitated, laughing nervously. "I can't remember the last time someone cleaned my teeth for me. I mean, other than a dentist or something."

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle." Gustav watched his face, which still had a hint of concern. "Simon, I know how important those pointy things are to canids. I'm not going to hurt you. Promise."

"Okay," Simon slowly lowered his chin onto Gustav's hand, "Dad." He opened his mouth, revealing beautiful rows of alabaster points, nestled securely in bright pink gums. His olive eyes looked up at Gustav.

Gustav brought the brush to his teeth and kept his motions small, moving in little circles around them. Simon's breath came warm through his nose, brushing against Gustav's forearm.

"Gotta scrub your tongue, son." Gustav brushed all along the top of it, despite the little wince of discomfort from Simon.

He went over those pretty teeth one more time before running the water and filling his palm. He held it up to Simon and watched the fox swish and spit into the sink.

"That, um..." Simon scuffed his foot on the floor. "That was kind of hot."

Gustav laughed, and wetted a hand towel to dab off the fox's snout. "Oh yeah?" He set it down and began to strip himself, letting out a huff as he finally unbuckled his pants and let them drop to the floor. The bull tossed his shirt to the side and stepped right up to Simon in just his briefs. "I bet you wanna cuddle with Daddy then, huh?"

Simon's snout hung open quietly, and he just nodded.

"Then come here," Gustav bent down and plucked Simon off his feet.

"Do I even weigh anything to you?" Simon asked.

"Oh, a little. You're a pudgy boy." Gustav bent down and nuzzled Simon's snout. "But Daddy could carry you all day."

Simon's eyes sparkled, and his body relaxed into Gustav's arms as he walked. It seemed like the fox was trying to find an answer to that, but came up with nothing.

Gustav stroked a thumb over Simon's arm, murmuring as he carried him to the large, inviting bedroom. "Such a cute boy. I must be one lucky bull to get a son like you." He set Simon down gently, heart pounding at the sight of the soft, fluffy fox in his pajama bottoms, laying sleepy on his bed.

"I don't know," Simon mumbled, "I feel pretty lucky myself."

Pulling the blankets back, Gustav dropped his own weight into bed and shuffled up close to Simon. He covered them both and squeezed the fox tight against him. Between Gustav's limbs wrapped around him, and the wide blankets, only Simon's head was visible, smothered up against Gustav's chest. "There we go, wrapped up tight and warm," Gustav sighed as his snout nestled between Simon's ears, "right where you belong."

For a minute, Gustav simply rubbed his arms and legs against Simon, feeling the loose fabric of his pajamas and the thick, decadent fur on his flank, while reminding the fox that the big bull was holding him tight.

"Thanks for today," Simon's voice came so quietly that it was nearly lost beneath Gustav's breath. The boy was clearly on his way to sleep. "It was really nice to not worry for a while, about food and rent and stuff."

Gustav caught the little downward tone in his voice. "Are you doing okay, Simon?" He asked.

The fox was slow to answer. "I have enough for this month. But... I just need to get a job soon." His shoulders tensed.

Gustav squeezed his shoulder and toyed with the hide atop it. "How much is it?"

"750 next month. Good thing I have a roommate I guess." A little edge of guilt crept into his voice.

Gustav knew he shouldn't have felt such possessiveness over this little fox. They'd only known each other for a few weeks, but Gustav saw such a quick, excitable boy when he wasn't weighed down with the stresses of providing for himself. What was wrong with wanting to take care of him instead? The bull kissed Simon's head. "It'll all be okay, Simon. I wanted to thank you for today, too, I really like having you with me." He squeezed a little tighter, until he heard Simon wheeze softly. "And squishing all your softness."

Simon sighed and let all his weight go. Within moments, his breaths steadied into a gentle rhythm.

As subtly as he could, Gustav reached over to his phone on the bedside table.

***

Simon woke with a moment of confusion before he recognized where he was. Sunlight streamed into Gustav's bedroom, as the fox slowly pulled himself out of the heavy blankets. He glanced around. Had Gustav gone to work or something?

He swung his legs off the bed and considered texting him, but then caught the smell of something cooking - bacon. Simon couldn't really get dressed, not knowing where Gustav put his normal clothes, so he made his way downstairs in just the nice gray pajama pants, rubbing his hand appreciatively on their fabric.

He padded softly up to the kitchen island, and paused there, taking in a pleasant sight.

Gustav cooked, his back turned to Simon, in just his underwear. The muscles of his back were clear to see, especially as they slid and bulged beneath the skin while he moved. A firm back gave way to thick, shapely cheeks contained in a thin layer of white fabric.

Simon felt himself getting hard, neither his new underwear nor his pants doing much to restrict him.

Gustav's ear twitched, and the bull turned around with a bright smile on his face. "Hey sport, you sleep well?"

Simon smirked. "Sport?"

"Just trying some things out." Gustav turned off the stove. "Guess that doesn't quite fit you." He rubbed his bristly chin. "Kiddo? Champ?"

This sillier side only made Gustav more endearing. "I don't know-"

"Baby boy?"

Simon's fur stood on end. "I, um... maybe... not in public, though."

"Right, I'll stick to 'son' for that." Gustav started to pile a plate with oily bacon, waffles, and eggs. "You want some milk with breakfast?"

"Yeah," Simon said, settling comfortably on a stool. This 'son' treatment still made him warm inside, having a big, confident bull make food specially for him. While Gustav got breakfast ready for them both, Simon checked his phone. One notification caught his attention - from his bank. Did something happen? Oh no, did he miscalculate how much he had? Did he overdraw? Did he get some kind of fine?

His anxious thoughts stopped cold as he opened it, replaced at first by disbelief.

1000 dollars transferred from Gustav Edlund. Waiting for your approval.

Simon didn't even notice Gustav set a plate and glass down until the bull loomed over him curiously. "What's the matter?" He asked.

"I..." Simon hesitated, unsure what to say, "did you mean to send this?" It sounded stupid as soon as he said it, of course. How could he accidentally send that much money?

"If I remember right, yeah." Gustav set his own plate down and sat next to Simon, turned to face him. When Simon was quiet, he reached out and ran a hand along his neck. "Look at all this ruffled bed-fur. You were a sleepy boy last night."

Simon instinctively closed his eyes at the touch, but had questions still. "Did you add too many zeros? I just... why would you just send all that money to me?"

Gustav's face settled into a gentle but serious expression. "Because that'll cover your rent for another month, and leave you with some extra."

"Do you want me to do something for it?" Simon asked, stomach tight at the idea of what the money could mean.

"I'm just looking after my boy." Gustav put a hand on the fox's plush chest, leaving it there until he met his eyes. "Simon, there's no strings attached. I like taking care of you, being your Daddy who buys your groceries and treats you to nice things. What better way to take care of my son than this?" He stroked his cheek.

Simon planted that cheek into Gustav's palm, the tension releasing from his chest with such intense pressure that he felt tears threaten to gather in his eyes. "Gustav..." He inched closer, and hopped up from his stool, landing on Gustav's lap so he could wrap his arms around the bull's hefty middle. Gustav's big hands rubbed his back. "You don't need to do that for me to be your boy," he said, voice a bit muffled into the bull's shirt.

"I know, little fox. But why have money if I'm not going to spend it on my sweet, soft son?"

Simon let Gustav hold him quietly for a little while, though eventually he couldn't ignore the big, stiff thing poking into his thigh, and tried to lighten his voice. "There something else you want to give your sweet, soft son?" He teased.

"Maybe if he cleans his plate," Gustav turned Simon around on his lap - bull meat now pressing against the fox's rump through a few layers of fabric - and dragged Simon's plate closer. "But, no reason you can't have breakfast in Daddy's lap."