(A yiffy tale about a coupla foxies. What else would a story about foxes be about? Contains genital vore, and furry sex)
by Anima
 

"I'm cold Tad..." Reya stuttered, shivering under the spare blanket that Tad's old comforter had become. A young male fox, a humanoid, slid over to press his body against his mate's. The anthro-vixen's shivering subsided a little as their bodyheat mingled, and she leaned into her lover.
"I'm sorry dear...we'll find somewhere better to stay soon." At this moment, a good solid refrigerator box would've topped their current shelter. A drafty shack in an abandoned warehouse, the cubicle-like room had probably been a manager's office when the warehouse had been in business. Now it was home to the two foxes and a few rodents. Reya sighed softly, and stroked Tad's creamy white chestfur.
"I still can't believe your parents threw us out. I mean, you're still their son aren't you? Despite what, um, happened to you?" Tad frowned, using his claws to scratch up and down Reya's back. She murrred a little in response, too weak to do much else.
"For a while I had hoped they'd change their minds...but after the pastor convinced them they were doing the right thing, we didn't have a chance." Tad was very bitter about that aspect. He knew God would never do something like what that pastor did. Weren't we all equal in his eyes? Oh well, no sense in worrying about it now. "Anyway, we can get along all right on our own. As soon as I can find some work, we'll start saving up for a place of our own." Tad tried to infuse his words with hope and determination, but they came out sounding tired. Reya nodded, then got up. She slid over into Tad's lap, pulling the blanket over both of them. Her long beautiful tail curled around Tad's waist possessively.
"Well, let's try to get some sleep before those dogs start howling again." Tad agreed reluctantly, and began dozing.

Both foxes woke instantly at the sound of voices and splintering wood. Tad stumbled to his feet and stealthily moved toward the door. He motioned for Reya to stay where she was, his tail frizzed out and swishing agitatedly. They'd had to beat off other luckless animals before to keep their pathetic little shack. Any humans that tried to muscle in took one look at the couple and fled.
"Anything in this one?" A husky female voice called out into the echoing building. Another voice answered her, deeper.
"Maybe. Someone's put up some plastic sheeting on that office over there." Tad whimpered quietly, and made his way back to his love. He couldn't hope to deal with two determined humans, probably armed. They huddled together, waiting for whatever fate had dished out for them. The door to the office, long since splintered at the hinges from rough use, fell into the small chamber with a dull clatter and a puff of dust. A policeman decked out in navy blue, wearing a black windbreaker, stared at the red-furred creatures on the floor. The miserable couple stared back, fear in their wide green and blue eyes. After a long moment of shocked silence, the officer cleared his throat.
"Don't be afraid of me folks, I'm not going to hurt you. But I will defend myself if necessary! Do you speak English?" Tad and Reya nodded together, their bodies still taut with anxiety. The woman they'd heard earlier stepped in beside her partner to find out what had him so spooked. "Sandy, I think maybe we should call this one in."
 

"Tad? Tad Beauville? Yes, we have your social security number on record. But...what are you? If you don't mind me asking." The detective questioning Tad was a sweaty pink-faced man, who didn't look exactly pleased to be handling this case. The young fox shrugged, and crossed his arms over the t-shirt he'd been given.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you sir. I'm human, or used to be. How I got this way I have no clear idea...just that magic must've been a part of it." The detective liked this even less. "When can I see Reya? Is she okay?" 
"The other fox-person? She's fine, some of the men are treating her to coffee and doughnuts. They seem to have taken a liking to her." A small frown twitched at the corners of the man's face. "Well, we picked you two up in a routine sweep for homeless folk. Didn't you know there was a shelter not two blocks away you could've stayed in?" Tad shook his head angrily, his ears laid back against his skull. The moisture welling up in his eyes belied the aggressive posture.
"We tried to get in there! The staff took one look at us and panicked. Reya and I left just before they started breaking out weapons..." 
"I see. Well, this is a special case then I suppose. You two will stay here tonight, we have a room we use for putting up victims who need a place to crash. In the morning, we'll try to work something out." Standing up, the detective offered Tad a hand. For the first time, Tad noticed the namebadge on his chest. 
"Thanks Mr. Conner. Reya and I appreciate anything you can do for us." Tad took Scott's rough hand in his own, leathery pads startling the man with their coolth. Then Tad left the detective's office in search of Reya. 
He found her in the lounge, looking incredibly cute with powdered sugar on her muzzle. She was surrounded by four or five cops. The men were smiling and all ears as Reya told them the story about a fight she and Tad had been in with a pack of stray dogs. She had just gotten to the part where Tad had knocked a doberman senseless with a single blow when she noticed her love.
"Ah, here he is now. Bill, Reggie, Sanders, Fuji, meet Tad." The four men each shook Tad's paw-hand, admiration and something else in their eyes.
"You're a darn lucky fox to have this lady, sir!" One of them chuckled, and handed him a cup of coffee. Tad grinned, settling down on a leather couch with the vixen.
"Oh I know, there's no one else like her." Reya nodded, satisfied with that description, and gave Tad a lick-kiss on his cheek. Her whiskers tickled Tad's nose pleasantly.
"From the sound of things, you'd be welcome on any of our beats. We deal with stray dogs all the time, and if you handle them so well, I doubt you'd have to worry much about the human criminal element. I'd take a mugger over a big dog any day." The cop, a tall beefy fellow whose badge read 'Bill,' sounded quite serious as he chatted with Tad. The germ of an idea took hold in the todd's mind.
"How long did it take you guys to get through police academy?"
 

Chapter II
 

"You weren't taking Bill seriously, were you dear?" Reya whispered in Tad's ear. They lay close together on the floor of the room the station had let them use. Tad turned on his side, pulling his mate close. She was thin, too thin, her ribs poked out against his hands like steel hoops. Tad kissed her coal black nose tenderly, murrrrring in what he hoped was a soothing fashion.
"Yes, it might be a good idea. The men here have already taken a liking to us, and what better way to have society accept us than if we serve it? Or me at least. I won't ask you to go along with me." Reya barked sharply, digging her claws threateningly into the male's buttocks.
"I'm not having you out risking your life every day alone. I want to be there, by your side. When's our first class?" Tad chuckled, a low throaty sound that gradually built to a joyous laugh.
"Love, I don't think you can know how much that means to me..." He managed after a while. He felt the vixen pull away for a moment, and heard a rustle of sliding fabric. A moment later, a soft, heavy, silk-sheathed breast came to rest in his hand.
"If you appreciate it so much, then you can repay me like this." Tad grinned as he made out the smiling muzzle of his lover in the darkness. She licked her chops, then tilted her head to one side and engaged his own muzzle in a deep, wet kiss. Her hips settled over his, Reya's thighs damp with the secretions of her lust. Tad's soft sheath swelled around its fleshy contents, then produced a shining pink shaft a moment later. It grew right up against Reya's soft belly. She reached down and pushed the glistening cock snug against her tummy. The soft fur sent Tad into ecstatic spasms as it brushed the sensitive skin of his glans. 
"Don't think of it as payment my dear. I'd be-- *yip* --overjoyed to do this for you anytime!" Reya snapped at him for breaking the kiss, and wrestled his muzzle back onto hers. Her huge, soft tail arched and quivered as she moved her rear, holding her body above that wonderful fox penis... Drops of her honey spattered Tad's fur as she suspended herself with great effort. Slowly, so very slowly, she began lowering her hips. The bloated head of Tad's member bumped one of Reya's swollen nether-lips on its way in, eliciting a shiver from both foxies. As the mouth of the vixen's pussy grasped the cock, Tad arched his back sharply. This motion shoved his staff deep within Reya's loins, the tight warm slickness riding down his length. Reya *yifffed* loudly, then relaxed her body and let it sink down onto Tad's. She felt the last inch of cock slip inside her, then felt the heavy knot hit her clitoris. Tad wanted to thrust, his instincts eating at him and driving him half mad, but Reya was in total control. The sucking gullet of flesh her vagina had become rippled and stroked Tad's toddhood, pulling a steady stream of clear pre from his body. His soft furry sac twitched in time with his pulse, nestled between both fox's thighs. Reya concentrated, exerting control over her muscles, and began milking her lover's sweet cock. Tad's eyes rolled back in his head at this new development, and he adopted an attitude of complete surrender. Reya sensed this, and murrred with approval. She grasped her breasts, using her thick thumbs to stimulate her cute little nipples. They swelled out into the cool air, quickly hardening. Sex cream squirted out around the meaty plug within Reya, soaking the russet and cream fur. A delicious ache rose up in the vixen as her muscles continued to work, contracting, rippling, and squeezing... Passion bubbled up within both of them, manifested in quiet little yips and grunts. Their tails twined around each other, a lovely mass of braided crimson. Tad was the first to release; his sac jumped and filled his inner plumbing with seed. It rushed along the length of his member, the sensation telling him what must be done. He jerked his hips, shoving the taut bulk of his knot past the hungry lips of his lover's vulva. Reya screamed in delight as she was stretched, and came on the spot. Her spasming pussy was soon filling with musky fox seed, warm and sticky ropes of it painting a picture of virility on the canvas of her secret flesh. Reya fell limply atop Tad, feeling him encircle her with his arms and hug her body wonderfully close to his. They lay like that until the sun rose...
 

Police Academy wasn't far removed from high school as Tad learned. Many of the same principles applied. Studying was still an important part of the couple's classes, teaching them everything they'd need to know to effectively enforce the law. Reya, though she'd never been in school, also had little trouble integrating herself because of her brilliant mind. Few of the students gave the couple much trouble because of their appearance, most seemed to enjoy having two such, 'unique' people around. The instructors were all impressed with Tad, who possessed reflexes far beyond most humans', and a proportionate strength that was the envy of the most heavily muscled cadets. Reya had little of those qualities, but was a crack shot, a fine negotiator, and of course, cunning in the extreme. The days were filled with book learning, interspersed with physical training. Reya had the most fun at the shooting range, while Tad preferred the obstacle course. Cadets on break loved to come to the field and watch the todd scramble through tunnels, climb fences, and roll under stretches of barbed wire. No one seemed to mind too much when he broke the speed record either! Life soon became a comfortable routine. The couple was forced to split up at bedtime, as the dorms were not coed, but as foxes tend to do, they managed to get together for joyful periods of 'exercise' at odd times during the day and night. Classes and months sped by, and before either of them expected it, Tad and Reya were standing on the lawn of the academy for their graduation ceremony. They looked great in their navy uniforms and hats, which had slits to allow theirs ears to protrude. They'd had to make holes in the seat of their pants themselves to allow for their tails. Standing straight and proud, they listened to the speeches of congratulations. 
"We did it, love. We did it." Tad murmured. Reya nodded, and put an arm around his shoulders.
"That we did, Officer Beauville."

That night, after all the festivites were over with, the Chief of the academy handed Tad a package.
"This is your assignment Tad. Of course, Reya will be joining you. You're to be part of a special animal handling squad in the city, but when your special services aren't required, you'll be walking a beat like the average flatfoot. It has been a pleasure having you here, Beauvilles." Reya nodded, touching her wedding ring unconsciously. Her formal marriage to Tad had been just last month, and being part of the Beauville family was still strange. Not that she'd had a family name before that, she'd been a soft, cuddly toy! It was nice to belong...even if the rest of the family saw them as infernal demons! Tad shook the Chief's hand, as did Reya, and the two climbed into a taxi bound for the city. 

A small apartment in town was soon located, well within reach of the couple's finances. Settling in took little time, and soon the two foxes were at loose ends.
"Well, work doesn't start until the day after tomorrow. We have food, all our things are moved in, and we've met the neighbors." Tad grinned, the family living downstairs had shown nothing but fascination for the vulpine police officers. "So, what's left to do?" He sat back in the soft loveseat they'd purchased, and looked up at his lovely wife. Reya smiled, showing her teeth, and swished her tail around to curl across her belly.
"Well, there's always..." The tail flicked away again, hiding the vixen's movement as she tossed aside her shorts. Tad panted happily, and took the vixen in his arms. The walls were thankfully thick, so the neighbors didn't hear a thing...
 

Chapter III
 

"Ahh, the Beauvilles! Chief Hardy was speaking to me about you two last week at an officer's banquet. He knows we've been shorthanded lately, and in special need of animal handlers." Tad and Reya made a little bow before the chief of police. 
"We're proud to be here sir." Tad said crisply, looking quite dashing in his uniform. The chief nodded, and waved at the building around them.
"I assure you, the men and women here have been forewarned of your appearance. You'll have no trouble in that regard, I think." Indeed, every officer the Beauvilles had seen on their way in had offered them nothing but friendly smiles and accurate directions to the chief's office. Their new boss handed over a sheet of paper on a clipboard, and then called in a cop who'd been standing outside the office door.
"These are your orders for the next three days. Officer Windsor here will show you around and explain your schedule. Welcome, and good luck." Tad and Reya thanked the boss, then allowed Windsor to lead them out. Windsor was a tanned young man with spectacles, who stood nearly six feet tall. He was wiry, but his tall frame just made him look gangly.
"I've been hearing about you two for a while now! I'm glad I was picked to show you around. If you'll follow me, I'll show you where all the important stuff is around here." Reya grinned, her teeth shocking the young man for a split second.
"Thanks officer, it's very kind of you..." Windsor cleared his throat and grinned back weakly. 
"It's, um, no problem." He stuttered, then began walking. Tad elbowed Reya, winking at her.
"You vixen..." He whispered once out of earshot of Windsor, who was pointing out office doors as he stepped quickly down the linoleum hall. The station wasn't a large one, and the tour was soon over.
"Well, thanks a bunch sir. And now for our orders..." Tad handed over the clipboard, and waited expectantly as Windsor read from it.
"Okay, you're scheduled to run a beat between Main street and the edge of Tylersville. Cruise up and down the streets, looking for violations of any sort. From time to time we'll have to split you up, but the chief has decided to keep you together whenever possible. The beat is today and Wednesday, but tomorrow, you'll be on hand at the Animal Control Center. There's a map over here..." Tad and Reya followed Windsor, and quickly learned where everything they needed to know was. Their guide beat a hasty retreat as soon as Reya and Tad thanked him, the vixen with one of her smiles and Tad with a simple handshake. Another officer came along, and took the couple to the garage. A nicely waxed cruiser waited for them in a bay, decked out like a parade float with bubblegum lights and racing stripes.
"Wow, I'm surprised! They've given us a new one..." Reya whispered, as the mechanic handed Tad the keys. Tad just grinned in anticipation, and hopped in. Police Academy had made the todd an excellent driver, and now for the first time, Tad was able to use his skills in the field. Tad and his partner ran the beat effortlessly, scanning with his mate for trouble spots and listening to their radio. They pulled over several cars for traffic violations, helped direct traffic around an accident, and even rescued a cat from a telephone pole. The cat was not exactly thrilled to see the two huge foxes! People sometimes screamed when they got a good look at who was wearing that blue uniform, but most folk just treated them like...cops. When their shift was over, the Beauvilles returned to the station. Inside, they found Windsor waving them over with a big grin.
"We've put together a little get-to-know-each-other gathering in the lounge. We thought it would be a good opportunity for you to integrate." Tad almost refused, but Reya spoke first, bouncing up and down with excitement.
"Oooh, a party! Come on love, there's bound to be doughnuts." She hooked one arm around a blushing Windsor's and the other around Tad's. And yes, there were many many doughnuts. Everyone seemed taken with the new recruits, eager to share advice or answer questions. Again, Reya gained a little following of burly male cops. Apparently, fur or not, men knew a foxy lady when they saw one! After an hour of socializing, the couple returned home. Reya made sausage and crescent rolls for supper, the scent luring Tad from his magazine to the table.
"How's this working out for you dear?" He murred, squeezing her from behind as she set down the plate of meat. She took one of his paws in both of hers, raising it to her lips for a kiss.
"It's a lot of fun so far. As long as neither of us gets hurt, I'm happy with this." Tad nodded, satisfied, then sat down with Reya in his lap.
"Well, fork me over a sausage then, will you dear?"
 

Weeks rolled by, turning into months. Reya and Tad became every stray dog's worst nightmare. The cold weather eased, pushed aside by the warmth of late spring. And with spring, came something new...
"Tad? Tad, we need to talk." Reya called, searching through the apartment. It was Sunday, and they were off work. A quiet bark gave her his location, and the vixen tracked him to the bathroom. Tad was brushing his fur, standing natural in front of a small mirror above the sink. He turned and gave his mate a smile.
"So I'm vain. Can I help it with a body like this?" Tad's smile faded when he saw Reya's serious expression. She sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bathtub. 
"I'm feeling things Tad, must be the right season or something. I want a cub." That got his attention! Tad dropped the brush, and knelt in front of his wife.
"But, we've tried before! I mean, we've never even used protection, and there hasn't been a child. So how..." Tad stemmed his flow of words when a tear trickled down Reya's fluffy cheek. "Oh dearest, I want a little one as well. We'll see what we can do." So Tad called up an OB and scheduled an appointment. 

The office they visited later that week was small and clean, the decor done up in warm colors that calmed the two nervous foxes. Dr. Marchey was, needless to say, a little shocked at the nature of his patients.
"Well, it was either you or a vet, and there's no vet around here that's good with large animals." Tad laughed, joined nervously after a moment by the Doc. He invited them into the examination room, and proceeded to look over and into Reya. After a while, he pulled off an examination glove and sighed.
"Well Mr. and Mrs. Beauville, I'm a little stumped. Reya, you seem to be quite fertile. Your anatomy is a little strange, especially in the realms of elasticity, but I don't see any reason why you should be having problems getting pregnant. It could be Tad's seed isn't healthy. If I could get a specimen..." He trailed off. Tad nodded, and asked Marchey to leave the room for a moment. Reya made a game out of it, getting Tad up on the table and into the stirrups. With his legs spread wide, the vixen wriggled up between his thighs and gave his quivering member a lick. He responded with a low moan, and was soon writhing on the table as Reya went down on him. 
Marchey twiddled his thumbs, blushing a bright red as he stood outside the door. Moans and cries of ecstasy easily penetrated the door, drawing scandalized looks from one or two of the other patients. 
Very soon the specimen cup had a copious amount of foxy sperm within it. Reya and Tad cleaned up and got dressed, then handed over the sample. The doctor took the cup without batting an eye.
"Thanks. I'll run this through the lab and call you tomorrow with the results." 

The couple was up most of the night, holding each other and whispering comforts that the whisperers needed to hear as much as those they whispered to did. When Tad and Reya returned home the next day, a message on the answering machine awaited them.
"Beauvilles? This is Dr. Marchey. Tad, your sperm are...well, rather incredible. They're extremely strong and healthy, and in fabulous concentrations. If it weren't for your genetic, um, eccentricies, I'd draft you for our donor program. I'm afraid I'm stymied. Perhaps a second opinion would shed new light on this. Sorry friends." Reya growled, turning to the couch and raking her claws down one arm of it.
"It's not fair!" She cried, tears wetting her cheeks even while she ripped up the couch. Tad came up behind her and grasped her arms, making her lean back into him.
"No, it isn't. But we'll think of some way to get you pregnant..." He said, nosing his lover gently. Reya went limp in Tad's arms, shaking.
"Okay Tad. I know you'll try your best. Let's just go to bed." As they settled in under the covers, Tad had an idea. As often happened at night, a wild thought found fertile ground in the todd's brain. It grew in his mind, until he couldn't keep quiet about it any longer.
"Love?"
"Hmm?"
"Remember how we both got the way we are today?"
"How could I forget? I gulped you down with my-"
"Yeah, well, why not do it again? Maybe having me inside you will make you feel better. And we've got a little off-time..." Reya sat up in bed, turned and buried her head in his chest.
"You'd do that for me?! Oh Tad, that really would help..." She made a happy little yipping noise, and rolled onto her back. Tad spread her legs, getting a good whiff of his vixen's heady scent. It made his mouth water, and his sheath swell.
"I think I'll try feet first this time..." He murmured, reversing his position. Reya was already moaning and rubbing her breasts and clit, the idea of unbirthing her lover again incredibly arousing. When she felt Tad's toes slip between her sex-petals, she mmmmed, and spread her legs wider. Tad bent his knees, moved his rump forward towards Reya, then pushed. His feet went in easily with a moist slurp, coaxing a fit of yiffing from Reya. Strong muscles grasped his feet and tugged them deeper, wrapping Tad in soft, slick heat. His calves slid in next, just gliding in. Tad could see the outline of himself through Reya's tummyfur, then found his view obstructed by his excited todd-hood... By now Reya's vaginal opening was stretched nearly a foot in diameter, but the vixen took it in stride. He gave himself a good shove and sank inside past his knees. Reya's cervix dilated smoothly and sucked Tad's feet inside. Displaced air squeezed out around Tad's legs, and Reya's sex burped wetly. The couple paused to giggle for a moment before their lust overcame them once more. By now Tad's feet were pressed firmly against the wall of Reya's womb, so flexing his legs were necessary. The vixen winced just a little as this maneuver stretched her tunnel, but the pleasure of the whole thing obliterated any thought of stopping. Moving quickly now as he sensed his lover's discomfort, Tad scooted forward and fed his thighs into Reya's voracious cunnie. It really did seem like another mouth, slurping and drooling copiously as it devoured him. The bulk of his hips went in with a little wriggling, stretching Reya to a point Tad thought must be excruciating! But the vixen showed signs of nothing but ecstasy.
"More! MORE! Fill my belly with yourself Tad! Stretch me!" She cried, arching her back. Ripples inside Reya's canal swept up and down Tad's lower body, agitating his rock-hard member. Tad growled lustfully in response to his lover's words, and grasped Reya's legs. He used them to pull his body deeper, and soon he was kneeling against Reya's womb wall. The tissue was spongy and soft, promising a lovely time when he managed to get himself fully inside. Looking up for a second, Tad gasped at the size of his wife's belly. It heaved and shifted with his movements, while Reya slid her hands frantically over herself. His cock grated against Reya's cervix for a moment before slipping within, as Reya's sex *slupped* up to Tad's armpits. After a moment of thought, Tad reached down and plunged both his arms down into Reya's hungry sex. The vixen cried out as she was stretched further, orgasm bubbling up inside her...
"You'll have to take it from here love." Tad whispered hoarsely, overcome with sensations. She groaned and nodded, then willed her muscles into action. She started in surprise as with a single contraction, her pussy swallowed Tad down and tucked him away inside her. She orgasmed again and again, soaking the sheets down with her nectar, while Tad thrust his cock into the silky walls of flesh around him. The vixen's furry mountain of a belly shook and sloshed as Tad squirmed within. Reya barked and yiffed, hugging her huge belly, cream coursing from her gaping slit! The scent of sex permeated the air of the apartment. Slowly, the waves of intense pleasure ebbed, leaving a warm glow that suffused Reya's body wonderfully. When both had exhausted themselves, there was nothing left to do but talk quietly to each other until sleep claimed them.
"Oh Tad...it feels wonderful having you inside me. When I get excited during love, I want more than your cock in me. I so wanted to grab you and stuff you up between my thighs! And now I have...it's wonderful." She murrred, stroking her belly with an expression of pure content. Tad's words were muffled by amount of heavy flesh around him, but Reya thought she caught an 'I love you' somewhere in there. Then, with her tummy full of sweetheart, she drifted off.
 

Dawn shone in through the small window that was the bedroom's primary source of light. Reya stretched, and smiled to feel the mass inside her. She reached down and stroked her belly, murrrring in pleasure. But the bulk seemed smaller...
"NO!" She screamed, and sat up, clutching her abdomen. It WAS smaller, by at least four times!
"TAD!" Reya sobbed, rocking herself in place. "I've killed him, digested him or something..." A paw on her shoulder scared Reya into tumbling off the cot. Tad stared down at her, blinking sleepily.
"Tad?" She whispered wonderingly, gazing up at him. "Then who..." She looked down at her heavy belly. Tad smiled, and reached down to stroke his wife's tummy.
"You're pregnant. I think I needed to deliver my seed up close and personal...or maybe I left something else of myself behind. I don't know. All I do know is that I fell asleep inside you, and woke up curled against your side. Rather sticky, but otherwise perfectly alright!" Reya stared in amazement at her pregnancy. A smile slowly crept across her muzzle.
"Thanks Tad...you did it." Reya climbed back into bed, and smothered Tad with kisses and hugs. Despite the thick walls, Tad was sure the neighbors could hear her ecstatic yips and barks. 
"Now, what will we call the cub?" He asked, trying to distract the desperately affectionate vixen before he suffocated. She leaned back and considered. Then her bright eyes lit up even brighter.
"Windsor!" Tad began to giggle, joined a second later by Reya.
"He's gonna die when he hears that."
 

To Be Continued

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