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Connor didn't know what to think. Sara had sent him a text earlier, telling him to expect a special birthday surprise when he came home. It had been in the back of his mind all day. Even though he had tried to discourage her from doing anything for his birthday, part of him was curious as he let himself in to their apartment.

As the golden retriever stepped into the living room, though, he found no sign of the vixen. It was eerily quiet; there were no footsteps or other sounds to greet him. As he wondered what exactly she had planned, he noticed that the bedroom door was closed, when they normally left it open. It didn't take any great leap of reasoning to decide where to search next.

He opened the door slowly. What he saw inside made his breath catch in his throat. Sara kneeled on the bed, her lithe, trim body elaborately wrapped in pink ribbons that tied off in bows around her breasts and hips. Her eyes held a seductive dare, while her narrow muzzle broke into a sly, foxy smile.

"About time you got here. I've been waiting for you."

Bedazzled by her sultry elegance, the golden retriever stammered the beginnings of several different sentences, unable to finish a coherent thought. Finally, he forced out two words: "Birthday present?"

"That's right. I'm your present," the vixen drawled, demurely curling her luxurious tail around her legs. "Maybe you should unwrap me."

Connor didn't need to be told twice. He joined her on the bed, crossing the short distance between them in a second. His tail wagged as he rubbed his nose against hers and looked into her striking green eyes. Sara was a special vixen. She could be playful, wild even, and she loved to tease him endlessly, yet she was never mean-spirited about it. Rather, she managed to show through her games how much she cared about him. It was just one aspect of her personality that he loved and appreciated.

His brief trance was broken when Sara licked his muzzle and pulled off his shirt. He whined happily when she stroked his light yellow chest fur, but he soon took her hand and kissed it. He planted kisses along her arm, moving to her elbow where her fur transitioned from cream to brown. Then he worked up to her shoulder, where his nose nudged against her bright wrappings.

The silken ribbons smelled faintly of cinnamon. It was pleasant enough, though it seemed like she was trying to mask another scent. He put that distracting thought out of his mind to better focus on giving her pleasure. He nipped along her collar bone and licked her slender throat and muzzle. Now it was the vixen's turn to whine appreciatively. Connor continued to lick at her face and even nipped at her ears, marveling at the intricately beautiful pattern of her facial fur and the mysterious blue spots that tipped her ears and forehead.

The insistent bulge in the golden retriever's pants was growing larger and more uncomfortable, but luckily Sara relieved it for him. She worked off his pants and underwear, allowing his red length to spring free.

"Now what should we do with this?" she teased, lightly stroking Connor's shaft and letting his pre-cum smear against her fingers.

"I have a few ideas, but these ribbons are in the way." With a provocative growl, he grasped a loose end of the bow around her chest, giving a quick tug to unravel the ribbons and let them fall away from her small, perky breasts. The dog took a moment to admire the fox's body. Her fur had such an unusual coloring, mostly brown, but cream on her chest and extremities, and with large patches of dark gray on her back, legs, and part of her tail. How could he resist such beauty?

He nuzzled her chest, tongue teasing one of her nipples while his hand massaged the opposite breast. Sara's moans became louder and more frequent as he attended to her body. Her tail wagged wildly as he became more aggressive, slowly pushing her backwards until she fell against the soft mattress. Leaning over her prone form, Connor planted kisses down her toned stomach, until his way was blocked by the remaining ribbons. His manhood was full and ready, and his impatience was growing, so he wasted no time in undoing the final bow.

As he pulled the perfumed ribbons away from her hips, his nose was assailed by an intense, intoxicating aroma. He breathed it in deeply; each whiff, like the strike of flint, sparked his most primal instincts, building a smoldering desire in his chest. The dog couldn't suppress a feral growl as he exhaled.

"You're in heat."

"That's right."

Connor's response needed no words, because his muzzle was already buried in her loins. His broad tongue lapped all around the crease of her thighs and her outer lips, teasing her as he moved slowly and steadily closer to her dripping slit. The vixen squirmed beneath his touch, so he grabbed her hips to steady her. When he finally reached her folds, he lapped eagerly and diligently, letting his tongue explore her depths while his cold nose bumped against her clit. His smoldering desire grew hotter as he ate her out, until it flared into a lustful flame.

He couldn't take it anymore. He had to have her. He withdrew his muzzle, licking his chops clean of her juices as he positioned himself over the lovely, fertile vixen. His shaft nestled along her searing, swollen slit, but he held back for another moment and nuzzled her. "Are you sure you want this? You know what will happen."

Her smile was warm and inviting. "I'm sure.Make me a mother."

All hesitation disappeared. With a huff, the retriever penetrated her. He would breed her. She wanted it. He wanted it. There was no reason to try to prevent the natural consequences of their actions.

Lust burned in his chest, but he fought the urge to take her roughly. Each thrust was slow and purposeful, with the intent to make this night as memorable as possible. It seemed to be working, considering how Sara grasped at his back fur each time he plunged into her depths, and how desperately she gasped when he withdrew.

Her passage was so hot and tight. Connor could barely believe the way she gripped his shaft. Whenever he hilted himself, she would clench and bear down, increasing the already powerful pressure along his length. In the pauses between thrusts, they shared kisses and caresses that fueled the flames of love and lust between them. He tried to pace himself, but the intensity of the experience ignited his urges even further, and soon he rutted the vixen, his feral growls competing with her wild yips to be the loudest expression of their shared feelings.

His pre-cum poured into her, yet it did nothing to cool their desires. The fire between them blazed ever brighter, becoming an inferno of carnal pleasure. Sara bucked against him, panting heavily in his ear as she held him closer. Every time she hit a peak, her insides clutched his length tighter, and Connor found it difficult to keep control. But somehow he fought back his climax each time and managed to wrack the vixen's body with yet another wave of pleasure.

The dog couldn't be sure how many near finishes they reached, but eventually there was a new type of pressure, a sensation of being squeezed even tighter. Distantly, he realized he had forced his knot into her and tied her firmly. The vixen released a long, keening moan and wrapped her legs around him tightly, back arching as her orgasm exploded through her and made her insides clench tighter than ever before.

The vice-like grip around his swollen knot was too much, and the pressure from without led to a growing pressure from within. The golden retriever's balls pulled up closer to his body, and a familiar tingling spread throughout his loins and especially through the base of his shaft. For a few moments he felt hot, unbearably hot, as his whole body tensed up and he drove as deep into the vixen as possible. And then his true release came, and he howled as his molten seed poured into her passage in thick, heavy spurts.

They held each other desperately, pressing as close as they possibly could. When the climax passed and they remembered to breathe again, Connor looked into Sara's eyes. He saw such love and contentment there, and tried to return it through his gaze. In one last flare of passion, their muzzles locked in the most intense kiss they had ever shared.

The kiss eventually broke, and a languid feeling overcame them, their inner fire slowly dying into a pleasant glow. This would not be the last time they coupled in the coming hours and days, but for now they wanted to rest, and dream about the new life they were creating.