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Crisp autumn air whipped through Fritz's orange fur, lazily flipping his hood onto his head. Hazy sunlight cut through the cloud cover and careened onto the gargantuan orchard, stinging Fritz's eyes and forcing them shut. The fox's fluffy tail dangled from the hayride.

"Ambrosia and Jonagold here," the driver announced. "Ambrosia to the left, Jonagold to the right. Next is... Red Delicious and Jazz apples."

Sean tugged excitedly at Fritz's sleeve, pointing toward a jumbled mess of stout apple trees to their left. "This is the one I wanted!" they chirped. "The Ambrosias, for the pie."

Fritz smiled, stood from the rough bundle of hay, and grasped the wolf's huge paw. The fox's tiny hand fit snugly in Sean's tight grasp.

"Ah, great," Fritz said. "We'll get... half Ambrosias, and half something else, right?"

Sean nodded, hugging a plastic bag to their chest. "Yeah, and we'll need to go far out for this. I want some of those ripe, unpicked trees."

And so the pair stepped off of the ride, landing on a pad of ice-crisped grass. Cold mulch crunched under their boots as they stepped between the apple trees, and the pair set out in the direction of the rising sun. Fritz hooked his arm around Sean's, leaning himself on the burly wolf as he walked.

"I'm really glad we chose something lowkey," Fritz said. His breath dissipated into the chilly air. "Something like this always feels more special than, like... a restaurant date."

Sean flashed a toothy smile at the short fox, tightened their grip around the boy's arm. "What? You don't wanna see me in a dinner suit?" the wolf teased. "And you would look amazing by candlelight."

Fritz laughed. "Well, I definitely want to see you in a suit. And I could really go for some garlic bread," he said. "But formal stuff like that takes so much energy, yaknow? I'd have to get dressed up, and talk to people, and spend money...oh, and those restaurants are always so crowded..."

"Don't worry," Sean replied, and ruffled Fritz's soft fur. "I'm just teasing. I'm not too keen on crowds, either." They then sighed and added, "It's not like my wallet is looking too fat right now anyway. I'm more than happy just to do something simple with you."

The chatter of idle animals gradually faded behind the lovers as they progressed deeper into the orchard. Rows of trees lined their sides, and soon they only heard the soft swishing of leaves. The air smelled sweet, save for the faint scent of tractor exhaust.

A glimmer then met Fritz's gaze. "Oh! Sean, look!" he exclaimed, and rushed to a nearby tree. Just within his reach hung a round, glossy apple, isolated upon a low branch. Fritz shakily stood on his toes and gripped its reddened surface, twisting the fruit from its branch and holding it triumphantly before Sean's eyes.

"Our first apple!" Fritz declared, a goofy grin stretching across his face. "Look, it's perfect!"

Sean nodded, relishing that joyful look in the boy's eyes. They said, "Yes it is, honey. Just like you."

Fritz giggled and asked, "I'm your perfect little apple?"

"Yep. And I pierce your flesh like one, too."

The response caught Fritz off-guard. He froze for a moment, looked askance. "Save it for the bedroom, silly," he whined. "But, um... I would be honored to be your chew toy. If you'd have me."

"That's just the thing!" Sean chirped, plucking the apple from Fritz's grasp and dropping it into their bag. "You already _are_my chew toy, dear. Now go and gather some more apples for me, hm?"

Fritz whimpered, sulking off to a nearby crowd of trees. "You can't just dominate me into apple picking," he whimpered. "You know I'll do anything you say! It's unfair."

Sean giggled, standing at the boy's side and picking at the apples above his reach. "But you're my slutty little house husband! And I'm a big ol' farmer," they teased. "Imagine... every night I come home from a long day on the ranch, you make me a nice tasty dinner... and then I take out my frustrations by fucking you."

The fox's thick tail straightened at the suggestion, his fur standing on-end. "Th-that would be so nice," he said. "It's a shame we both work office jobs. I'd be all over that."

"Hmmm. Well, maybe one day we can buy a house and have a little garden together," Sean said. "It's basically the same thing as a farm."

Fritz nodded, stifling a chuckle. "Yeah, a garden and a farm. Basically the same thing."

"Oh! And maybe I could fuck you in my gardening smock," Sean teased. "Ooooh, I could claw you with those gardening claws they sell at Home Depot."

The fox doubled over in laughter, a tiny apple in-hand. "Yeah?" he asked. "It's not like I want to feel your actual claws. No, no. I want to feel like a naughty bed of mulch."

"A bed of mulch for my seed," Sean joked.

"I hate you."

"You_love_ me."

Fritz nodded, jumping into the air to grasp at an apple in the upper branches. "You're right," he conceded. "I'm deeply in love with you, dork."

The fox was then silent for a moment as he gazed into the wolf's icy eyes. God, he could hardly believe that a full year had passed since the couple began dating. Time had flown by; countless nights spent snuggling before the television, or taking midnight walks, or engaged in mind-blowing sex...

"I love you," Fritz said. Blush reddened his already fiery cheeks. "So much. I can hardly say."

"The feeling's mutual," Sean replied, and scratched their brow. "I can't not love such a cute little fox. Especially now that I own you."

Fritz whimpered, his hands suddenly unsteady as he reached through a cloud of thin leaves. He sputtered, "I-I know. And I love being your pet. It still makes me all sappy when you say stuff like that, haha."

"Aww. I get sappy, too," Sean admitted. "Sometimes I think about you at work and my heart skips a beat. I just think, like... wow, I need to get home now and destroy this twink."

The sound which then escaped Fritz's mouth could only be described as a verbal keymash. "Yeah?" he asked. "Well, when I think about you, it's like... I can't believe I have a master who treats me so well."

Sean smiled, clenched their paw around the nape of Fritz's neck. "You better believe it," they growled, and then placed their bag on the ground. "Say, Fritz... stand against that tree for a minute."

Fritz gulped, his eyes widening at the suggestion. "Stand against... what?"

"Go stand over there. Away from the path," Sean growled. Sharp canines poked from beneath their curled lips. "C'mon, babe. You should know by now to obey your master."

The fox shivered. "H-hey, we're in public," he whimpered. "What if we get caught?"

Sean rolled their eyes, waved their clawed paw. "Hm. You're thinking a lot for a piece of property," they replied. "But I'll make sure we're safe, honey. Don't you worry."

"A-alright," Fritz replied, and daintily stepped beyond the tree line. Dried leaves crunched underfoot. "But if we get caught, you're taking responsibility."

"Of course," Sean cooed. "I just can't help myself when I'm around you, you know. I need to show you my love."

"Y-yeah?" Fritz asked.

"Yeah."

And in only a few moments, Fritz had reached a tree trunk beyond the view of the main strip. He laid his back against its thick bark and stared upward at his behemoth of a boyfriend.

Fritz's tail darted to and fro against the cold ground. He asked, "Is this what you want?"

"It is," Sean hissed, and gripped the little fox's shoulders. "Although I'd hardly say I just want you - I need you."

The fox gave a nervous smile and teased, "Then why don't you take me?"

"Oh, believe me...I will."

Sean then wrapped their muscled arms around Fritz's shoulders, holding the boy snugly against their chest. Their predatory gaze made the scrawny fox squirm. The wolf's flat tongue licked along their incisors.

Sean said, "You'll make wonderful prey for me."

The wolf then leaned forward and pressed Fritz's maw against their own. Sean's hot breath warmed Fritz's nose, fog emerging from their mouths and entwining before swirling into the chill.

Sean then forced themselves inside the boy's mouth, tracing their long, strong tongue along Fritz's molars, his palate, his blunted canines. Fritz moaned into his master's mouth as he felt himself thoroughly violated.

"Your mouth is so much smaller than mine," Sean teased. "But I suppose a predator has more use for big teeth like mine, hm?"

Fritz's heart thumped against his ribcage. He squirmed against Sean's embrace, his voice reduced to a whimper.

"I guess," he said. "But... is me being prey such a bad thing?"

"No, it isn't," Sean replied. "It's beautiful, actually."

Sean then craned themselves over Fritz's neck, pulling away the boy's coat and savoring the scent of Fritz's sweat. Slightly musky, salty, pungent. God, his smell made Sean ravenous. They softly licked along Fritz's shoulder, tracing their tongue along the fox's matted orange fur.

Fritz shook with anticipation. He asked, "A-are you going to bite me, master?"

Sean chuckled and teased, "It sounds like you _want_me to bite you."

"I do," Fritz admitted.

"Then beg."

Fritz gulped, looking askance. His tail curled embarrassedly around his leg as he asked, "Do I have to?"

"Consider it an order," Sean growled. "Go on, little kit. Show your master how well you can beg."

Fritz whined, burying his head in the crick of Sean's neck. The scent of Sean's cologne invaded his nostrils, reminding him of all the other times the wolf had held him just like this -

"I love you, master. I-I love you. And I need you to bite me," Fritz whined.

Sean grinned smugly and replied, "Aww! So cute! Do you want me to take your blood too, honey?"

"Y-yes!" Fritz begged, clawing at Sean's fur. "I want you to take me, use me, however you'd like. Take it all, master. Please."

"Good boy," Sean cooed, opening their maw wide. Tendrils of saliva stretched between their jaws. "Such good prey for me."

The wolf's teeth then lovingly sunk beneath the thin veil of Fritz's orange fur, eliciting a yelp from the startled fox. Fritz dug his paws into Sean's gray pelt, groaning desperately into the surrounding wood.

"M-master! Master!" Fritz moaned, his entire body melting into Sean's hefty embrace. "Please, master! Use me!"

Crimson ichor washed over Sean's canines and dribbled along their tongue, seeping steadily from the newfound wound on Fritz's shoulder. Slowly, instinctively, the wolf reached beneath Fritz's jacket and raked their claws along the fox's flesh, digging deep red ravines along his abdomen, his back. The pain made Fritz moan uncontrollably.

"You taste wonderful, honey," Sean hissed. "Now, tell me... who's my good boy?"

Fritz breathed deeply, that fresh sting on his shoulder causing him to shake. He sputtered, "I-I'm your good boy. I'm your good boy, master. Now and always."

"Yeah?" Sean asked, kissing lightly along the fox's neck. "Then tell me your mantra."

Fritz whined, his body stiffening. "Fuck, the new one?" he asked. "It's so embarrassing..."

Sean chuckled and replied, "Oh, Fritz... since when are my orders negotiable? Go on, baby. Recite it for me."

"F-fine!" Fritz whimpered. He then straightened his posture, looking the wolf in the eye. Fuck, he couldn't believe he was degrading himself like this.

He muttered, "I am docile, obedient, a-appropriate."

Sean smiled and leaned closely to Fritz's ear, their voice rendered a husky whisper. "Again," they said. "Louder this time, kit. I want to hear your dedication."

Fritz bit his lip, groaned. He repeated, "I am docile, obedient, appropriate."

"For whom?" Sean asked.

"F-for my master."

"And who's that?"

Fritz covered his face and whined, "It's you, Sean! It's you. I-I love you so much."

"Awwwww!" Sean cooed, watching as Fritz's ears flattened submissively against his head. "Such a good boy. You did exactly as your master asked. Now... what do you think about showing your master some love, hm?"

Fritz then peeked through his fingers at the wolf. "Wh-what do you want me to do?" he asked. "I'll do anything for you, master. Anything."

Sean grinned, pulled themselves away from the shivering fox. They then grabbed Fritz's paw and placed it upon their groin. Fritz could feel Sean's cock twitch under his grasp.

The wolf asked, "Do you feel how hard I am, baby?"

Fritz nodded. Damn, he could already feel himself salivating. Just the thought of Sean's knotted dick made him quiver. He yearned for its touch, for its scent, the way it eagerly hugged his insides...

Sean asked, "Do you want it?"

"I do," Fritz replied. "I want it so bad, master. Can I, um..."

The wolf flashed a predatory smirk, gripped their pants. They said, "Of course you can, baby. Just be quiet... we wouldn't want anyone to hear, hm?"

Fritz cracked an anxious giggle and replied, "No, I wouldn't." He then watched as Sean slipped their pants downward, its hem moving along their round stomach, beyond their thin trail of pubic fur, and finally past their bulky gray sheath. The tip of Sean's cock excitedly poked from within a mess of dark fur.

"I never get sick of seeing this," Fritz said. "Fuck, I still can't believe you're so big."

Sean chuckled and replied, "All the better to breed you with, my dear." They then thrust their pelvis outward. "Go on," they said. "Touch it. Please your master."

And with bated breath, Fritz reached out and held Sean's weighty package in his paw. He could feel Sean's warm, fuzzy balls churning against his palm. They carried considerable heft, jumping excitedly with every stroke of Fritz's fingers.

"Good boy," Sean cooed. "That's it. You can touch me, honey. Don't be shy."

"I know," Fritz said, his voice cracking. "It's just... feeling you like this feels sacred, if that makes sense. I want to take it slow. I want to worship you."

Those words made Sean's chest flutter. For just a moment their veneer of bloodthirsty lust melted away, replaced with adoration for the tiny fox. There was an earnestness in Fritz's eyes - something honest, loving, pathetic. Sean was suddenly struck with the urge to both destroy and kiss that boy.

Fritz then traced his paw upward from Sean's package and grasped the wolf's thick sheath. He lightly stroked its plush surface, coaxing Sean's pink canid cock outward. Fritz could feel the warm appendage twitch excitedly in his grip. A bead of precum glistened on its spaded tip.

"Fuck, you're so hot," Fritz breathed. "Your dick is just so... perfect."

Sean raised an eyebrow, wrapped their claws gently around Fritz's neck. They said, "Then why don't you get a closer look, hm? Get down on your knees."

Fritz nodded, whimpering as he sank downward. "Y-yes, master," he said, and gazed at Sean's penis for a moment more. Warm breath fell from his maw and washed over Sean's glans; fuck, he could already feel his mind softening. Sean smirked.

Wordlessly, the wolf gripped the back of Fritz's head, ruffled his triangular ears. Fritz met Sean's gaze for only a moment, staring upward in pure adoration, before his eager maw was then shoved toward the wolf's balls.

"You wanna worship me?" Sean barked. "Then huff me. I want to hear you beg for my cum down your throat, prey. Go on."

Fritz leaned wholeheartedly into Sean's embrace, his snout melting into Sean's musky pubic fluff. The day's walk had covered the wolf's crotch in a thin layer of sweat. That steamy, acrid mixture of musk and lust mingled within Fritz's overloaded nostrils.

"You smell so... ah... good," Fritz choked. "I love you, master. I love you..."

Sean chuckled. "Good boy," they cooed. "But it sounds like you still have too much air down there. Let's fix that."

Before Fritz could pull away, Sean had pressed the fox's nose flush against their groin. Fritz writhed uselessly against his master's body, pushing and battering on Sean's thighs, fighting for the briefest breath of fresh air. But it didn't come. The fox found himself irreversibly enveloped in Sean's matted, stinky fur.

"Sean! I-I can't!"

The wolf only pressed harder. "You know our safeword," they growled. "And it's the only way you're getting out of there. You know that."

... And of course, Fritz would never utter that word. Even as he felt his consciousness melting into a technicolor mush, Fritz felt the irrepressible need to obey his master. His arms became weak, his mouth dry. The sounds of the forest elided with Sean's muffled laughter. Lightheaded bliss arose from his chest and filled him from head to toe - total, absolute trust in a predator who could smother him at a moment's notice. Slurred, half-formed words spilled from Fritz's last breath.

"I... love... you..."

But just as darkness encroached on Fritz's vision, a profound chill infiltrated his chest. His eyes shot open, his arms tensed once more. It took a moment for Fritz to notice that his airway was unblocked. Sean had pulled him backward by the scruff of his neck, holding the delirious fox limply at waist-height.

Fritz instinctively gobbled breath after breath of cold, fresh air as the world coagulated around him; but his eyes inevitably focused on the skewer of red flesh which twitched before him, clearly aroused by Fritz's brush with breathlessness.

"Good boy," Sean cooed. "You're such a good pet for me, baby. You did so well, giving it all up for me."

Fritz moaned. His jaw hung open, his eyes glazed over. "Th-thank you, master," he breathed, and gulped. "Can I... smell you more?"

Sean's eyes widened at the suggestion, and they laughed. "More?" they asked. "You nearly passed out."

Fritz's tail drooped pathetically beneath him. His jaw shook. He said, "I-I'm addicted to you, master."

The wolf rolled their eyes. "Of course you are," they said. "Well, if you'd like to smell me so badly... then open up. I'll let you have a taste."

Fritz didn't hesitate. On cue, the boy opened his little maw and allowed his tongue to loll past his sharp teeth. His amber eyes stared desperately upward at his master, anticipating the taste of Sean's flesh.

The wolf then pushed themselves inside Fritz's wet maw, letting out a quiet moan as they met his tongue for the first time. Sean then petted gently along the boy's head as they began to pump themselves to and fro, savoring Fritz's pathetic whimpers.

Without thinking, Fritz wrapped his paws around Sean's sinewed backside, clasping them under the wolf's swishing tail. He hugged his master close and lapped greedily at Sean's glans. The wolf's red flesh flared against the little fox's palate, spurting salty lust onto the back of his tongue.

Sean was at a loss for words as they stared downward at the vulnerable boy. They felt the urge to degrade Fritz, to choke him, to slap him while they stuck their cock down his throat... but something held him back. Not quite respect, not quite admiration. No, no. These feelings were instead protective, even paternal. Not only did Sean possess Fritz; they were also charged with his safety, his pleasure. The thought turned them on, transforming the wolf into a desperate, possessive, growling mess.

Sean harshly grasped the back of Fritz's head, slid the tiny fox's maw along their length like a fleshlight. They could feel the fox choking on their glans, sputtering with every pump of their hips. Fritz's soft lips kissed Sean's quivering knot at the apex of each thrust, causing it to flare as if beckoning the boy forward.

"That's it," Sean growled. "That's my good boy. Go on, hun. Take it deeper."

Tears welled in Fritz's eyes, his breathing rendered a shallow quiver. His tail swept along the ice-tipped grass, his knees rocking to and fro on the hard ground. His flesh burned as Sean forced their way further, further inside the boy's fragile maw. Past his teeth, past his tongue, and down his tight throat. Fritz groaned, sputtered, but refused to pull away. The contractions of his neck massaged Sean's eager cock.

"F-fuck!" Sean grunted. Fritz's contractions sent the wolf's mind reeling, made their tail stand straight. They bit their lip as their pelvis instinctually bucked forward, their flared cock quivering against Fritz's insides. They could feel the fox's lips slowly inching their way around their knot, preparing to take it whole.

A thin, delicious sheen of sweat covered the wolf's fleshy bulb and urged Fritz forward; the sight of it made him desperate for the slightest taste of Sean's musk. And so the fox pushed himself forward again, again, again, until his lips peeled back Sean's musky sheath. His tongue wrapped itself lovingly around Sean's pulsating veins, their sweat-veiled flesh.

Sean could feel their impulse control slipping under the weight of Fritz's tongue. Their knot flared uncontrollably, their back hunched, their chest heaved. Pressure built in their groin and made their entire body tense. Their grip then tightened around Fritz's head, digging into the boy's skin and pushing him deeper onto themselves.

"Fritz!" Sean howled. A deep rumble emitted from their chest. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

A loud howl then unthinkingly sang from Sean's maw as they shoved Fritz wholly onto themselves, filling the entirety of the boy's maw with their sour, twitching cock. The fox's eyes glazed over, his arms fell slack, as Sean's hot cum then erupted down his throat. Fritz could feel his stomach filling up with his master's seed, overflowing and dripping from the sides of his maw, clogging his nose. Yet still, the fox couldn't move - Sean's grip was firm.

"I love you!" Sean called, lost in bliss. Load after load of the wolf's cum dripped from Fritz's helpless mouth, pressed flush against their churning balls. A stifled groan arose from Fritz's seed-laden throat.

Sean's body then gradually untensed as their orgasm faded, their cock still twitching inside Fritz's maw. Only then did they glance down at the helpless fox, their icy eyes ablaze with adoration... and saw Fritz choking on their cock, his breaths shallow.

"Damn it."

Sean took a moment more to savor the view, then gradually removed themselves from Fritz's stuffed maw. Their seed exploded from Fritz's orifice like a shaken soda can, spewing onto the ground, leaking from his nose and mouth in gooey tendrils. Fritz coughed as Sean squatted downward.

"Hey... are you alright?" Sean asked. "Sorry, I guess I got a little too into it."

Fritz flashed a coy smile, allowing the cold air to meet his sore throat. He said, "You're fine. I... loved it. So much."

"I love you so much," Sean replied, then recoiled as the tip of his erect cock dipped onto the ground. "Fuck, that's cold. My cum's gonna freeze me to the ground if I'm not careful."

The fox chuckled, once again coughing up a mix of spittle and seed. He muttered, "You're so gross."

"But you love it," Sean said, and pulled up their pants. They then plopped themselves down next to Fritz, held him against their broad shoulder, and kissed the top of his head.

They asked, "I didn't bite you too hard, did I?"

Fritz shook his head and replied, "No. You were perfect." He then nuzzled his cheek against Sean, eagerly absorbing the warmth which emanated from their chest. The taste of Sean's cock lingered on his lips.

"I love you," Fritz said.

"I love you too," Sean breathed. "So, so much. Also... fuck, I came so hard, haha."

Fritz smiled, his eyes half-lidded. Chilly air ruffled his fur. "Yeah," he said. "It felt like a fire hose down my throat."

"Well, next time I'll be sure to put it in your ass. Give you a litter of puppies."

The fox giggled, sloppily wiped lust off of his face with his shirt sleeve. He said, "You don't even know how bad I want that. It's so embarrassing."

Sean laughed, pulled Fritz close. "Well, there's always our little fantasy of a farmhouse together," they said. "And all our friends can live on the property, too. A proper little community."

"Yeah? Are they gonna watch you fuck me?" Fritz teased. "Or am I gonna be a communal cumdump or something?"

"You could be, if you'd like," Sean replied.

"...I_would_ like."

Sean chuckled, stared into the swaying boughs. Greenish-gray lichen crusted the surrounding tree bark. Stray birds chirped as they leapt between the dull branches.

The wolf then cleared their throat and asked, "Hey... if we had a little farmhouse together, what would be the first thing you'd want to do?"

"Hm?"

"Like..." Sean smacked their lips. "If we just moved into our dream home, and we had our first night alone, what would you want to do?"

Fritz sighed, swished his tail. He said, "Well, definitely not sex. I'd be too tired for that."

"Haha, yeah."

"Buuuut..." Fritz giggled. "I could do with a quiet night in. You know, watch a silly little movie."

"Which one?" Sean asked.

"Pulp Fiction."

Sean guffawed, threw his head back. "Of _course_you'd pick that movie," they said. "You love that feet freak."

"Quentin Tarentino's a good director!" Fritz shot back, and gave Sean a playful punch on the arm. "Who cares if he has a thing for feet?"

The wolf flashed a toothy grin and mocked, "And you know what you have a thing for, love?"

"Oh, don't even-"

"Being my pet," Sean teased. "Seriously, you have such a thing for petplay, it isn't even funny. But it is hilarious."

"Oh, shut up!" Fritz pouted, shoving Sean onto their side. "You are so dumb!"

Sean could barely speak through their own raucous laughter. "And yet I dom you so well!" they said, pushing themselves back upward. "You're just so easyyyy!"

Fritz could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks again. He turned away with a pout, folding his arms against his chest. He spat a glob of cum onto the ground.

"Aw, c'mon!" Sean said, gripping Fritz's arm. "Don't be all pouty. Here - I'll make it up to you. I'll make that pie for you when we get home. To reward you for being such a good little pet today. Okay?"

Fritz thought for a moment, then glanced over his shoulder at the behemoth wolf. His tail wagged as he asked, "With the crumble on the crust?"

"Yes, with the crumble and everything."

"And you'll lace the top all pretty?" Fritz added.

Sean raised their paw in the air, as if laying it on a Bible. "I solemnly swear, to god in heaven, I'll make you the best apple pie you've ever tasted," they said.

Fritz gave a side-eyed smile, then leaned against his lover once more. "Apology accepted," he chirped, and rubbed his cheek against the wolf's neck. For just a moment, the couple listened to the distant chirping of birds.

Fritz then sniffled and said, "You're so comfy. I wish I had a big fluffy coat of fur like you."

Sean's brow furrowed at the suggestion. "I think your fur is perfect as-is," they replied. "In fact, sometimes I wish my fur was as pretty as yours. I love that shade of auburn."

"You're just flattering me."

"Nope," Sean said. "I mean it. I think you're beautiful." They then sighed and added, "Actually, I'm a little jealous of how effortlessly cute you are. Especially with that little smudge on your face."

Fritz instinctually raised his paw to his cheek, feeling along the ridge of his jaw. A splotch of beige fur adorned that spot - a birthmark.

"I-I appreciate that," he said. "This birthmark always makes me feel kinda... gross."

Sean sighed and said, "Well, I think it makes you beautiful. I think every inch of you is just... amazing."

"Yeah?" Fritz asked.

"Yep," Sean replied, and narrowed their eyes. "And I'm always in awe of you. Your body, your mind. I just love you so much, yaknow? And sometimes I just feel like a... beast in comparison. Maybe that's not fair to myself."

Fritz tilted his head and asked, "What do you mean?"

Sean waved their paw in the air, as if explaining something self-evident. "I mean, look at me," they said. "I'm big, and I'm barrel-chested. Which is fine, yaknow, I'm fine. But as a gender non-conforming person, sometimes I want to feel more... feminine. Yaknow, smaller. And it's hard for me to feel that way." The wolf sighed, tapped their foot. "I just feel kinda monstrous, even when I want to feel cute and approachable."

"Honey..."

"And that's not anyone's fault," Sean added. "It's not my fault, it's not yours. But, like... I've never found a dress that would fit me. And I always smudge my mascara because my paws are so big. And if I ever were to experiment with she/her pronouns, no one would respect them. I'll always just look too masculine. No one will take me seriously."

Fritz pursed his lips. He said, "I will always take you seriously, baby."

"I know you will," Sean replied. "But I don't know who else will. It's... it's a crapshoot." They then sighed, ruffled the back of their head. "I'm sorry."

Fritz shook his head, gripped Sean's arm tighter. "You don't ever have to apologize for being yourself," he said. "I love you. Now and always, I'll always support you. Okay?"

Sean shot a bittersweet glance at his lover, a weak smile forming on their lips. "Yeah?" they asked. "You really mean it?"

"I do," Fritz replied. "You're my favorite person in this world. I need you to know that."

"And you're mine. Thank you... so much. For everything."

The couple then sat still, listening to the gusts cut through the tree line.