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Growing Pangs Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Peable

Soft violet light filled the sky outside of the apartment as evening drifted toward night. There were no clouds to scatter the light further, but as it was, it was beautiful to Bama. The red fox took another moment to appreciate the beauty before he got back to what he was doing, moving around the apartment to tidy up. The fox was of modest size, standing at only four foot six. Most of his fur was a brilliant shade of reddish orange, though his paws were black and his underside and tail tip was the typical white associated with foxes. What set him apart had to be his general style. A royal purple cloth rested around his neck, known as a keffiyeh. He also had a carefully groomed black paw print rested on his left hip like a tattoo made of fur, and the hair on his head graduated from red to blackish brown as it formed a Mohawk that hugged his skull before being pulled back into a loose ponytail near the base of his skull.

Bama nearly strutted about the apartment as he dusted and cleaned. It was easy for him to be graceful as short and lithe as he was, and his curved, almost feminine hips didn't hurt either. Bama worked his way around the room before he came to a stop, coming across a teddy bear stuffed animal. It was a stuffed English bull terrier, the same species as his roommate. It had been a gift from Peable when they were younger, so that Bama would never be without a friend. Bama treasured the stuffed animal. It was white for the most part, though it shared the same large black splotch around its right eye that Peable had.

The fox lifted the stuffed animal up and hugged it close to his chest before he moved over to put away his backpack. The school year had been going by at a pretty fast clip for Bama and his roommate Peable, but after their freshman year they were starting to settle into the swing of things. Bama carried his backpack to the bedroom and set it over by his bed, pausing to look at Peable's. The two had been friends since childhood and had gotten into the same college. It took no effort to decide they should be roommates and they had decided to pitch in together to afford an apartment suited to anthros of their size rather than living in the dorms... The apartment was a bit small with only one bedroom, but it was really heaven in a way. Despite that, Bama had been learning over the course of the year that there was a tension he had never expected.

Bama moved out of the bedroom and headed to the kitchen, tucking his Plush Peable under his arm before he opened a cabinet, reached behind the flour and withdrew a glass vial full of a lime green liquid. He held it in his hand, gazing at the contents for a long moment. It seemed hard to believe something so expensive could be so small... But it was supposedly potent stuff. Bama closed his eyes, not believing what he was thinking of doing... While the fox crouched, the front door clicked and eased open.

Peable moved through the door, dropping his keys into the bowl sitting on a table right by the light switch. Just as with his plush, Peable was a mostly white English bull terrier with a black nose, a black splotch around his right eye and a black left ear. His tail was less than a foot long, curved slightly upwards. He had a slightly more athletic and manly body shape to Bama, but was only two inches taller, standing at four foot eight. An emerald green handkerchief hung around Peable's neck, resting over his collar bone.

"Welcome home!" Bama called out, hidden beneath the counter as he tucked the vial into his pocket before standing up with a grin.

"Wow, the place really looks great, you must have been working hard." Peable grinned.

"Oh it was nothing." Bama said modestly, "Now, I know you had a late lab... So you should go sit down and I'll bring us out some drinks. What would you like?" Bama asked. Peable smirked at how accommodating Bama was being.

"I'll take a can of BubbleBone." Peable said with a grin, moving for the couch. Bama put on a smile, though Peable's choice was both a boon and a hurdle for him. They typically drank out of the cans and he couldn't pre-open Peable's can for him before handing it to him, that was weird... But then Bama saw the ice machine in the door of the fridge and got his idea. He grabbed two glasses and filled both with a bit of ice before setting them aside. He reached into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water and a can of BubbleBone, popping the can and pouring it into one of the glasses.

BubbleBone was a white soda, meant to bring the carbonated fizz popular with everyone to the salivatingly delicious taste of a good bone that canines enjoyed so much. It would also be a perfect mask for Bama's plan. With the soda fizzing and bubbling over the ice, Bama glanced over to Peable on the couch facing the other direction before he pulled out the vial, unstoppered it, and poured the green liquid into the drink. He swirled the glass around to try and mix it a bit before he poured the water into his own glass and then carried both drinks out to the living room.

"Thanks." Peable smiled, accepting his glass as Bama passed, his attention returning to the television. Bama settled onto the couch, sipping at his water, his eyes studying Peable rather than the screen. He looked at the bull terrier's powerful arms, his chest... and his ample fuzzy white sheath, nearly swooning. That had been the cause of the tension, the conflict in his mind, and the origin of his plan. Bama had realized that he was gay. It should have been obvious with his slightly femme attitude, but he'd never had a significant other of any gender.

Peable, however, was straight... with bi-curious leanings at the very most. Bama knew he should have been content with his friend the way he was, but... after so many years of cuddling up to Plush Peable, he wanted to cuddle up to the real thing. There was only one thing out there that could change a person's orientation... and Bama had scrimped and saved to afford it. The only catch was that there were sometimes side effects, though positive ones... Muscle growth, spinal growth, cock growth... growth in general really. That alone was a benefit to many. Bama's dealer had taken it for the growth and become quite gay. Really, it was win-win.

Bama watched with eager eyes as Peable lifted the glass to his lips, sipping away at it. The bubbling, creamy white soda poured over his lips and his sharp teeth, fizzing on his tongue before he swallowed it down, murmuring happily. His tail wagged a bit behind his ass as he watched the game shows, shouting out answers. Bama moved Plush Peable to his lap to hide the stiffening of his shaft and the tiny pink cock point pushing out of the tip. Peable was none the wiser, drinking more and more of his soda, slowly relaxing back into the couch.

"I like that Neko's style..." Peable blurted, taking notice of the male contestants a little more than usual. Bama was a little confused by the statement until he looked at the screen, realizing the cat contestant was wearing rather skimpy clothing, exposing his mid-riff. The cat was even a ginger, a convenient similarity to Bama.

"He does look pretty good." Bama added. The minutes passed and Peable continued to enjoy his shows. Bama's eyes, however, were glued to his friend's body. He could see the very first changes starting. It was subtle at first, but as Peable drank more of his spiked drink, the changes were increasing. His pectoral muscles swelled, his nipples poking out of his fur a bit more. His stomach defined and reshaped itself as mounds of well formed muscle pushed out beneath the fur. Even his biceps and triceps were growing thicker, giving his arms a distinctive shape. As the changes accelerated, the sensations began to get more noticeable.

Peable shifted a bit on the couch, trying to find a position where he was more comfortable. He was starting to feel a dull ache in his arms and legs, reminiscent of the growing pains he had when he was a puppy, though not as bad. Really, they were more growing pangs than pains... But he hadn't grown in a long time. It seemed strange to have them at twenty. Peable's attention slowly drifted away from the show as he reached to rub his leg. Bama looked at Peable's movements before realizing he might be feeling discomfort. Bama felt an ache of his own, one of his conscience. He'd tried to rationalize that giving Peable the drug was for his own benefit, to make him bigger and stronger... but it was a gamble. He hadn't asked permission. What if Peable hated it? Well, there were counter-drugs that could reverse it in time; it wasn't as if there wasn't a safety net... Still, Bama wanted to make sure Peable enjoyed it as much as he could.

"You okay? You look sore, you want a massage?" Bama asked. Peable looked surprised.

"You know, that actually might hit the spot." Peable said with a soft grin. Bama smiled wide, springing to his feet.

"Finish your drink, and then lay out on the cushions." He instructed. Peable smirked, likiung the idea of a free massage more and more. He tipped his drink back, the last of the soda running out from between the ice cubes before he swallowed and sighed with relief, moving to lay out on his stomach. Bama rubbed his paws together, getting his paw pads nice and warm, his black claws flexing a bit before he moved to climb onto Peable, straddling his ass and leaning down. Peable gasped as he felt the fox paws work into the thick, tight muscle of his shoulders.

"Geeze, I don't think I've ever been so tight... It's like I had a huge workout and forgot to tell yourself." Peable said, closing his eyes, moaning as Bama worked his fingers into the knots, circling and kneading the flesh.

"Well maybe you did, I mean these muscles are tight.. And not just from stress, they're looking really good. Are you sure you haven't been working out?" Bama grinned, pausing as he felt the muscles spread larger beneath his fingers. He shivered a bit with delight before he got back to the massage.

"Oh trust me, between classes and my part time job, I'm glad I have enough time to watch Pack Feud and Jeopawdy." Peable smirked. He laid his head down on the cushion, his arms at his side. Bama could feel his tail trying to wriggle beneath his ass. It seemed he was doing a good job. Bama kept massaging, working his hands down Peable's back, working all over. Peable adjusted his head and arms a bit, surprised that he felt bunched up again. He could have sworn he stretched out before... but the truth was that his body was still stretching. His vertebra were pushing apart and expanding to fill the gaps back in, his bones were growing and his muscles were swelling. It was truly starting to work.

Silence filled the apartment, other than the occasional beep and chirp from Jeopawdy as it came on, but Peable had his eyes closed in peace and Bama was very dedicated to his work. Peable's paw clenched and unclenched, inadvertently releasing the pressure that came as his fingers lengthened and his palms spread wider. Even his foot paws were growing longer and thicker, his ankles widening, his thighs increasing. His entire body was refining itself. Despite the two inches difference they usually shared, Bama had always been able to convince himself that they were close enough to the same size...,. But already Peable had added enough height that it was clear this wasn't true anymore.

It was strange how such a subtle rate of change could stack up so quickly. Bama was starting to feel diminutive upon Peable's back. Peable's spine and legs had stretched enough that he already was at five foot three as opposed to four foot eight. It was an incredible rate of growth, especially considering that he was suffering no more than growth pangs rather than pains... But that wasn't the only change affecting him. The drug was coursing through the bull terrier's blood, his brain. Everything was changing. While he had felt good about the massage, Peable had initially felt a little weird about having his roommate resting on his ass. He'd thought about it and thought about it, but he was realizing he had been an idiot. It felt really good to have Bama there, on his ass like a weight. There was something about it that was just... right.

Peable's leg kicked a bit as Bama began massaging just the right spot. Bama grinned wide and focused on that area, massaging deeper, rubbing harder. Peable's muzzle parted and his tongue lolled out of his mouth as he panted in delight, his leg kicking more and a pink cock tip pushing out of his sheath into the cushion below. Peable moaned happily, feeling like a very content doggie. Bama had to admit, he was in heaven too. He focused on that pleasure spot for a full minute before moving on, sliding his own body down Peable's legs to massage his lower back and hen his ass.

Without a roommate on it to weigh it down, Peable's tail started to smack around wildly in pleasure, especially as he felt Bama start to knead his ass. Peable had never expected such a thing to be good in any way, but it was oddly hypnotic to feel him there. His ass cheeks were firm with muscle, and because he had so much muscle, the muscle was spreading larger. His ass cheeks rounded, thickening, plumping. Bama's mouth was watering as he looked at his friend's ass. His own cock slid a bit more out of his sheath, glistening with lust and desire. Peable started to moan and growl in pleasure, never before in his life receiving such a detailed massage. Bama wasn't leaving a square inch to change, working down his legs, from his thighs to his ankles, then his paws, rubbing his toes and heels and paw pads.

While Peable didn't know that he'd been dosed with a drug, the contact was really helping minimize the pain. .. but the sensations were taking deeper root, changing his perceptions. Peable panted more, knowing he wanted something... Something Bama had been doing before, bu t more. He tried to realize what urges he was feeling, tried to find the words... Then he remembered how comfortable that weight had been... the weight on his ass. Just thinking about it made his tail wriggle more. He wanted that again, yes, more of it...

"Bama, I know this sounds weird, but... can you sit on my ass again?" Peable asked, his ears folding down in embarrassment. Bama grinned.

"Sure thing buddy." He said, trying to make it sound as if it had been a normal request. He moved to sit on Peable's ass just as before. The English bull terrier gave a lop sided smile before hesitating. It still wasn't quite right. His ass cheeks felt as if they could be embraced more fully. He stirred a bit.

"Actually, Bama, could you... I know it's weird, sorry, but... sort of lay across my backside?" Peable asked, "Something about the weight of you on me is really nice." Peable added. Bama grinned.

"Always happy to help." He said, turning, lifting his ass into the air before bringing his groin down. Peable shivered, feeling far more satisfied as Bama laid down... and then he felt the furry sheath pressing against his ass. Peable's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt the first uncontrollable wave of lust in his life washing over him. The way the sheath rested there, it was like pieces of a puzzle, it was meant to be. The terrier focused his mind and relaxed his ass cheeks. They slid apart, allowing the sheath deeper... and hen he clenched again, cupping the sheath there. Bama gasped sharply, his paws going to Peable's shoulders, the claws digging in.

Peable let out a moan as he felt the claws, throwing his head back and then his shoulders, rearing up as he growled in pleasure. Bama tried to hold on, gasping in surprise, feeling like he was riding some sort of amusement ride. Peable had never growled so much before... But he'd never been so big either. As he reared up, it became very apparent. His handkerchief seemed tighter than ever, but Peable's neck and shoulders had grown wider, his spine longer, his muscles bigger. Even Peable's head was growing.

"Bama, feels... so good, never knew... it could be like this... I..." Peable panted hard. Having his best friend's sheath in his ass cleft was shooting through him like lightning. H e tried to find words for what he wanted, and when they did they spilled past his lips, "Fuck me!" he declared. Bama was shocked, his eyes going wide.

"Peable?!" he asked in shock.

"I know you're gay, I want you to fuck me. Fill my ass with your vulpine cock!" Peable said, his eyes clenched shut. He began o move his hips, sliding his ass up and down Bama's sheath like a hot dog bun around the meat. Bama groaned, his thick tail flicking about. His member emerged from his sheath, a pointed head, a flared body, a swollen base. It was very canine and very slick. Bama began sliding it up and down Peable's ass cheeks, making them moist. Peable grunted, his paws digging into the cushions. He wanted it bad.... And Bama was going to give it to him.

In a way, it was something Bama had been fantasizing about for weeks, but he'd never imagining Peable so big. His body was still growing... Peable was at least five foot six, maybe five foot seven and growing. But that just meant there was more of him to love. Bama pulled back, letting gravity draw his shaft down until the head was at Peable's pucker... and then he pushed inn. The juices of his sheath made the penetration easier, several inches sliding in before he had to thrust the rest. He pulled back and thrust again, starting to build up a rhythm.

Peable had always been pretty straight, but as that cock pushed into his ass, it was as if some light switch had been flicked in his head. His ass quivered around the cock, his prostate throbbed... It was clear, he was gay and this was how it was supposed to be. There was no other explanation out there. Peable pushed his hips back and thrust them forward, picking up te pace, starting to buck against Bama like a bronco... and he was growing so fast, Bama started to worry he might become one.

After a life of being on the diminutive side, Peable's growth was exceptional. His foot paws surged past a size eleven shoe, then a size thirteen. His chest widened, his arms bulked out, his back spread... Bama clung to his mate/'s torso as best he could, but it was like he was holding onto a twin size mattress made of muscle and fur and bone. Peable was getting huge... as huge as someone on the wrestling team, maybe even the football team. Bama fucked away happily all the while, but the image became stranger and stranger to have such a small fox fucking such a big dog... and every moment made the dog bigger.

The increase of size came with a few other side effects that began coursing through Peable's brain. The strongest was that so much pleasure was coming from his ass that, not only was he sure he was gay, bu he was sure he was a bit of a slut as well... And the idea of himself as a slut was quite a turn on. His bit plump white sheath oozed as his cock emerged, throbbing with blood, achingly hard... and growing. As much as the rest of him had grown, it seemed his shaft was trying to make up lost time. The head flared wider and the point grew. The base thickened, the shaft elongated, even his balls swelled in his furry sack. Peable panted hard, growling as his muscles expanded even more.

Bama, however, was taking the ride of his life. He fucked Peable hard, sliding every inch of his fox shaft in and out of Peable's ass, tilting his hips to increase the friction. With the tilt came new angles and Bama slammed into Peable's prostate. The terrier let out a howl and nearly collapsed in bliss before thrusting his hips back just as wildly. Bama clashed hard against Peable, filling him so well, leaning down to nuzzle his muzzle in the terrier's back. Peable panted hard, his brain saturated with potent lust and love, feeling like he was king of the world.

Peable had always been fit, but never before had he been such a model of human strength. His nipples had stretched, his pecs were like thick steaks and his abs made washboards cry in envy.... And as his chest bumped the arm of the couch, Peable realized for the first time that he had actually grown. It wasn't just a pain, he had physically grown. The dog's vivid purple eyes opened wider as he looked at himself. His paw was the size of a dinner plate, his pec as thick as a steak that belonged on some reality show, his nipples like hard sausages... He quickly fumbled for the remote, turning the tv off so he could see his reflection, gasping in shock. It was sometimes hard to compare how big one's own body was without comparing it. As the television snapped off, Peable suddenly saw the tiny fox riding his back like some sort of jockey...

"How big am I?" Peable suddenly demanded, moaning as they fucked. Bama nearly yelped in surprise before falling off, but he managed to keep fucking.

"I think... six feet!" Bama moaned hard, grinding his cock in a new way, nearly sending Peable collapsing to the cushions. The big dog moaned hard, panting, drool leaking from his lips.

"You did this?" Peable asked, panting hard.

"Yeah..." Bama moaned, unable to stop fucking.

"Good. Fuck harder!" Peable demanded. Bama grinned at that, speeding up his process.

Peable's cock swayed and smacked against his underside as they worked, his cock pushing past ten inches, then eleven, then twelve. The cock was impressive, but nowhere near as much as the balls of the big dog. They had started average size, roughly that of a walnut, but had sense grown to kiwis, then plums, then oranges in size... Oranges, two huge swinging testicles full of sperm, covered in a furry white sack, dangling just in front of the cock reaming his ass, begging for release, throbbing, sending hormones through Peable's body, changing his mentality even more.... Because Peable wasn't just a slut anymore... He was a horn dog.

Peable growled heavily as thick precum began drizzling from his cock, unable to stop it. The base of his cock swelled up into the start of a knot, flared wide to lock him in any mate he tried to mount... but he was the one being mounted so far. He grunted hard, his claws digging into the cushions as he was filled so deeply. He shuddered madly, clenching his ass around Bama. Bama howled, his head tipping back, unable to hold off. He'd tried to last as long as possible, but the sight of Peable growing so big, to want to be fucked, it was all too good to resist. Bama shuddered, his fox cock shooting out thick jets of sperm, the thrusting shaft churning the seed like butter inside of Peable's ass.

Peable howled in delight at the orgasm he felt, feeling a surge through his body.... But it wasn't time for him to cum yet, not without some pleasure of his own. He kept grinding and taking Bama's cock until the fox had finished cumming... And then he reached back. Bama gasped as he was pulled out of Peable and tossed back, landing on the carpeted floor. Peable turned and pounced, pinning Bama to the floor, turning around slowly. Bama gasped as a thick, hot cock slathered over his muzzle, the end moist with pre. He opened his maw and began to lick at Peable's cock like it was a popsicle before he plunged his head up, his maw closing around it.

The bull terrier closed his eyes again, starting to get back into the swing of things. His hips moved up and down as he fucked Bama's muzzle... though it seemed a bit small, all of Bama did. Peable almost chuckled as a thought occurred to him, how Bama had Plush Peable... and how Bama was so small he was practically the terrier's toy now.... But he'd be stuffed with something a lot more fun that cotton. Peable reached a massive paw down, holding Bama's head, fucking his mouth and throat. Bama had to tilt his head and let the cock spear into his esophagus, sliding up and down it like a fuck sleeve. He was at the mercy of his best friend and he wouldn't want it any other way.

Peable slipped up and down quickly, deeply, hard and fast and strong, but his balls were so big that he couldn't keep the flow back. Even without an orgasm, thick salty cum began dribbling down Bama's throat. Bama swallowed it eagerly, his cheeks wide on the shaft, his nose burying in Peable's musky groin. The fox went up and down just as he was told, carried away in the pleasure of it all. Peable was lost in a haze of lust himself, rutting ad fucking just as his instincts told him too, his instincts that were stronger than ever. He was a big dog now, an alpha male. He had to be six foot four, towering above everyone... and Bama was his pet, his lover, his mate, his bitch, his cock... Peable realized he had gone into heat. The flow of cum from Peable's cock increased, coursing down Bama's throat like an open faucet, filling his stomach... then over-filling it.

Bama moaned out heavily as he felt his stomach stretching, wondering if that was how Peable had felt with his entire body. He was stretched to the limit and then his body came up with a new limit, expanding further. His furry white stomach bloated a bit, rounding ever so softly... But iot was nothing compared to what was about to come. Peable had tried in some small part to make the pleasure last, mostly for selfish reasons, but his mounting was reaching a climax. He could feel his knot forming... and Bama's muzzle was already stretched to the limits. As Peable's cock base flared, Bama gasped, his face stretched so wide that it couldn't go any further. The knot formed, locking Peable's cock in Bama's mouth, locking the fox in place... and then it came.

Peable's howl grew so loud that the windows rattled and the dishes vibrated, but it was pale in comparison to the waves of lust and passion flowing through his very cock into Bama's mouth. His stomach had been stretched to the brink, but there was so much cum that it simply didn't stop. It squirted out of the sides of Bama's muzzle, drizzling down his cheeks, dressing on his chest and then the carpet beneath. The flood continued like Niagara falls. Bama tried in futile effort to swallow more, but he was inundated with his lover's seed trapped on his knot. Bama was amused at the irony and found it only fitting that he be at the mercy of the lusty beast he created.

After what seemed like minutes, Peable's flow stopped and he collapsed, rolling slowly onto his back, dragging the fox along on his cock like some sort of toy. He reached up to circle and trace his own nipples, enjoying just how sensitive they were, how sensitive his whole body was... and how big it was. His paws were resting against the wall at one end of the couch and his head reached all the way past the other end. It was exotic, it was fascinating... and it was all thanks to Bama.

Peable reached down, his large paw stroking the fox's Mohawk, feeling the fur beneath his paw pads. He sighed in relief, letting the minutes pass, his knot slowly relaxing. Bama slipped off of the cup at last, panting a bit before he sighed, cuddling up on Peable's chest, snuggling and licking at his nipples. Peable grunted at that, feeling another stirring in his loins. He wasn't het ready for another round, but his paw grabbed Bama by the head and pulled him to his chest.

Bama grinned, all too happy to help out with post-coital play. His tongue circled and teased the nipple buried in the fur before his lips closed, sucking on it a bit, then biting and tugging, trying to drive Peable wild. It was working. Peable grunted more and more, panting harder, writhing in bliss before he peeled Bama's head from his chest and pushed it to his other nipple, making sure they got equal attention. He was going to have a very happy time.

****

Sunlight peeked through the blinds, sending long bars of light across the apartment floors. It had been along night for the two, but it had been a fun one. A spicy canine musk hung in the air from all the cum. There were even splatters all over Peable's handkerchief, but as his eyes slowly opened, he had to smile. Sometime during the night his head had cleared, his heat dying away just enough to think like a rational human being. He had been surprised Bama had taken such steps without telling him, but... it had resulted in such pleasure, such amazing adventures... He wasn't mad.

Peable lifted his head, looking to the fox sleeping on his chest. Bama seemed so small, curled up on him... It surely was amazing to be so big. Peable loved it, and he knew he would for a long time... But first he'd have to get used to his new life, and to settle down with Bama in a more proper way. Peable gently moved to lift Bama off of his chest, laying him out on the rest of the bed they had stumbled to around dawn before he got up, moving out of the bedroom. The bull terrier moved into the bathroom and over to the mirror, looking at himself. He truly was six foot four and filled with a couple hundred pounds of muscle. His fur coat was short enough to show off every muscle, and his sheath was bigger and plumper than ever. It truly was a gift...

Peable left the bathroom and moved into the kitchen, opening up the fridge. He pulled out a variety of ingredients and foods, intending to get breakfast started. He turned the stove on, dropped bacon into the pan and in a few moments it was sizzling away. He set another pan down and cracked some eggs open ad drizzled them in, the rich smells wafting through the air. They were rich and wonderful enough to reach Bama, causing him to stir from his slumber. He rose to his paws and yawned, stumbling out of the bedroom. He passed the bathroom and came around the corner of the kitchen... but as he did, a furry white paw moved around his head.

Bama was forced to his knees and soon had a thick furry white sheath rubbing against his muzzle. Bama shuddered, his muzzle parting, his tongue slipping all over it before it plunged into the depths, licking the cock buried inside, tasting its juices. Peable held Bama there for a moment, making sure he got a good sniff of his crotch. Bama seemed content to suckle off the sheath before his head was released and he pulled back, shuddering happily. He gazed up at Peable with a heady daze and Peable gazed back down with love.

"Good morning." Peable said with a grin.

"Good morning." Bama whispered back, "How do you feel?"

"The growing pangs are gone... I feel pretty amazing. I have to thank you..." Peale said. Bama's ears flattened a little.

"Even with... me not asking you?" Bama asked. Peable chuckled.

"Oh, I'll figure out fun ways of getting even for you not asking me, but it's good for both of us that this happened. We had a lot of fun, you and I, and it's only going to get better."

"I can't wait..." Bama shivered.

"You don't have to, this bacon is going to take a while..." Peable grinned, grabbing Bama's foxy head and bringing it to his groin once more.