“…And If y’all dun git offah mah chest Ah’m gonna have ta run y’all in fuh asaultin’ a peace officuh!” Abraham warned the rabid, grinning, sex crazed wolverine that had tackled him and now sat rubbing the crotch of her panties on his chest. “But Willowmeena is lonely and wants to play,” the wolverine whined. “Y’all won’t be ‘playin’’ with anyone if y’all is sittin’ in the town jail,” Abraham reminded her. Willowmeena pouted but got up off the unamused rabbit. Abraham got to his feet and dusted himself off. He fixed his best authoritarian glare in place and turned to Willowmeena. “Now Ah undahstand that cuhtain rules heah are a bit lax, Ma’am,” he said. “So Ah’m willin’ ta ovahlook this little infraction…Howevah…Y’all need ta be behavin’ yourself. Y’all mahght try askin’ a fuh ta play rathuh than just taklin’ ‘em.” “Okay!” Willowmeena said, her eyes lighting up and her sharp toothed, crazed grin returning in a flash. “Mr. Rabbit, you wannah fuck?!” Abraham heaved a weary sigh and rolled his eyes. “Ah am a married fuh, ma’am,” he stated patiently. “It wouldn’t be fair ta mah wahfe. Not that y’all ain’t attractive in an overeagah, slightly crazed sorta way. But Ah love mah wahfe and ah trah ta be faithful ta huh. Ah’m cuhtain y’all can tuhn up a playmate. Just remembuh ta ask if they want ta…er…’play’.” “Okay,” Willowmeena sighed in disappointment. “I’ll try to remember to ask first.” “See that y’all do,” Abraham said as he kept a wary eye on the female wolverine’s departure. Abraham wiped his brow and leaned against a nearby tree. He’d taken over the constable duties in Rutwell Forest so that Beuford could spend more time with Binky in the last six weeks of her pregnancy. Beuford had spent three days preparing him for the job, familiarizing him with the locals and letting him know the how’s and why’s of law enforcement in the forest. Abraham had noted that enforcement was a little more lax than he was used to but he also noted a community wide respect for the law for the most part and the notable lack of violent crime…The thieving of ladyfurs’ undergarments not withstanding. He’d learned about the potential trouble makers including the sex crazed wolverine and how to deal with them. What he couldn’t understand was the all-pervasive promiscuity rampant in the forest. Rosemary had mentioned the situation to him in an off-handed, dismissive way but her description had in no way given the scope of the situation. In the three days he’s been on the job he’d come across over a dozen couples and groups engaged in fornication of one form or another. This was not to say that they were humping themselves silly in the middle of the road by any means but he was still a bit worried about raising kits in this environment. That is until he came across Serena and her ‘brood’…Well technically hers and her husband and wife’s ‘brood’…Another situation he wasn’t real clear on. Serena had seemed completely at ease with raising her kittens and pups in the forest. She’d explained that the kits were still too young to really understand about what the adults were doing and that they would be told when they were old enough and would be told what was and was not appropriate behavior. Serena’s daughter Karen, had simply stated; “That’s how grow’d ups wrestle!” While he still had his doubts and the environment still seemed a bit too free for his tastes, he did have to admit that his daughter seemed to like it here. She liked and was liked by her neighbors…However insane they seemed to be at times. He also had to admit that the forest itself was a pleasant place and the furs were good folk in spite of their little quirks. “Well hello there, Constable Abraham,” came a familiar voice from the edge of the clearing. “I’m happy to see you again but why didn’t you tell me you’d come back?” Abraham turned around to see Aroma in all her unclothed yet tastefully arranged fur glory. The female skunk smiled seductively and started moving toward him with a fluid grace that set the rabbit’s heart thumping. Abraham knew Aroma seemed attracted to him and to say the attraction wasn’t mutual, if only an attraction of lust, would have been a lie. He swallowed hard and steeled himself, reminding himself that he was married and loved his wife. “W-what can Ah do fuh y’all, Miss Aroma?” he asked. Aroma paused a couple feet from him. She stood smiling, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, shifting her hips gently side to side. Her eyes devoured the rabbit ear tips to toes, noting the slight bulge at his pouched genitalia. “You could let me welcome you to the forest properly,” Aroma grinned as she stepped forward and caressed the constable’s cheek. “Let me bring a little pleasure to your job.” “Ah…Ah wouldn’t want ta impose upon y’all, Ma’am,” Abraham said as he took a step back to find his escape blocked by the tree he’d been leaning on. “It’s no imposition,” Aroma purred as she moved up against Abraham. “I would love to share a little pleasure with you.” “Ah feel Ah need ta remahnd y’all that Ah am a married fuh,” Abraham said quickly as the blue furred skunkette nuzzled under his jaw and ran her fingers through his chest fur. “And what y’all want is just fuh breedin’.” “I’m not asking you to get me preggers, constable. I just want to share some intimate pleasure with you. A female doesn’t need to be in heat to enjoy a little intimate pleasure does she?” “Sh-she doesn’t?” Abraham felt a tug at his belt. He looked down to see Aroma’s free hand fiddling with the buckle. He took Aroma y the shoulders and pushed her back gently yet firmly. “No,” he said firmly. “Y’all is a very pleasin’ ta look at…ta touch female, miss Aroma. But Ah couldn’t do that ta mah wahfe.” “You’d suffer with need until she goes into heat?” Aroma asked. “That’s so sweet. Tell me…How do you do it?” “Ah beg y’all’s pardon?” Abraham asked, taken a bit off guard by the blunt question. “How else? She gets on her hands and knees and…And just what business is that of yours?!” “You just mount her from behind?” Aroma smirked. “…Every time? Abraham, you just don’t know what you’re missing. Let me show you…then you can show your wife.” “Ah s-said no,” Abraham re-iterated as Aroma pushed back against his hands. “Your mouth says no,” Aroma smiled seductively. “But that glistening bit of rabbit maleness poking out of your pouch says ‘yes’.” Abraham opened his mouth to protest but Aroma took the opportunity to cover his mouth with hers. He felt her tongue invade his mouth, gently caressing his tongue and the inside of his cheeks. Her warm, soft body pressed against his. He felt his male pride swelling and growing from its pouch and sheath between their tightly pressed bodies. Anger flashed in his heart. ‘How dare this wanton female take him like this? How dare she bruise his dignity…His honor…His…His….’ Aroma’s hands moved over his chest as she continued to kiss him passionately. His anger began to mellow slightly at her touch. He felt her tug at his belt once more. Before he could muster the will to protest he felt it slip from his hips and heard it hit the ground somewhere behind aroma. He closed his eyes and tentatively, inexpertly returned the intimate kiss. His hands moved of their own volition to Aroma’s back. He felt the female skunk’s hands caress his taut rump and ruffle his tail. He shivered at the tail ruffle, a pleasant chill shooting up his back. Aroma gently broke the kiss and smiled at him knowingly. “Never had your tail ruffled, have you?” she asked. “N-no….” Aroma grinned and slowly sank to her knees, caressing his waist and hips with a feather light touch. She kissed the tip of his erect lover’s tool causing him to groan and shiver. M-miss Aroma…This…This ain’t rahght…Mah wahfe…” “…has never done this for you, I’ll bet,” Aroma finished before taking a long slow lick from the base of his cock to the head where she circled the tip a couple times with her tongue before taking it into her muzzle, sucking it in inch by inch, caressing it with her tongue as she sucked him in until the head pressed against the back of her throat. Abraham shivered as Aroma took him in her mouth. His knees felt weak and he found himself leaning back against the tree for support. Aroma let him slip almost completely from her muzzle before taking him all back in again. She began to gently bob her head on his dick. One hand caressed his chest and belly the other caressed over his rump. “Ma’am…Ah…Ah’m feelin’ Ah mahght be getting’….” Abraham’s orgasm built quickly and all but caught him by surprise. He groaned in pleasure and clutched at the tree behind him as he expelled his nut-juice into Aroma’s muzzle. Aroma opened he mouth wide and let her tongue hang out to catch each sizable gush of Abraham’s seed. She swallowed most of it, letting some splash on her muzzle and some drool from her mouth. All throughout Abraham’s orgasm she caressed his hips. At length Abraham relaxed and panted softly. “N-no,” he panted. “…She ain’t never done…That…Sweet magnolias, that was pleasant.” “Would you refuse a lady-fur’s request, constable?” “No…Ah suppose not….” Aroma smiled sweetly and rose to her feet. She moved next to him and leaned forward, placing her arms against the tree. She looked invitingly at the older rabbit. Abraham felt almost as if her were dreaming as this forward young skunk set her feet apart and slowly raised her beautiful, soft tail to reveal her gently swaying backside. He moved behind her and his hands caressed her rump. Aroma moaned softly in anticipation. Abraham looked down at his rock hard erection pointed at Aroma’s moistened sex. Need overwhelmed rational thought and he pushed his shaft into her warm, soft, wet love tunnel. Aroma’s groan at having her sex filled stoked Abraham’s need. His hands gripped her hips and he pulled her against him, pushing deep into her. He slid slowly back then pushed forward once more. He built his pace quickly, his body defaulting to its basic mating behavior as if he were mating Rosemary. Aroma snaked her tail around her lover and pushed back against each thrust. She felt her nether regions start to tingle. Before she could cum, however, Abraham grunted softly and pushed in deep, expelling his thick fawn juice into her over and over. He held himself there a few moments, groaning softly in pleasure. Slowly he slipped from her love tunnel and stepped back. Aroma stood up and turned to him. Her smile still affixed to her muzzle she turned and moved up to him. “You mate just fine, constable,” she said softly. “But your poor wife…tch, tch…” “N-now just a minute…” Abraham sputtered intending to point out that he’d been coerced into the act in the first place. Aroma placed a finger over his lips and smiled warmly. “It’s okay, Abraham,” she cooed softly as she eased him down to the ground and lay beside him. “Like I said, you mate just fine. Now let me show you how to make love.” Rosemary finished putting out Abraham’s dinner. The fawns had eaten earlier and were about their rooms and the house dealing with their homework or catching up on their television programs. As Abraham’s duties helping out Binky’s mate kept him out late, Rosemary would make his and her dinner for about the time he returned home. Tonight he seemed to be late, however. He usually came home about the time she ‘put their food to the fire’ but the food was on the table and he still hadn’t come home. She was just about to call Binky to see if there had been a problem when she heard the door open. There were some greetings exchanged by the Fawns in the living room and Abraham finally made his appearance at the Dining room. He looked distracted, almost as if he didn’t feel well. Rosemary went over to him and kissed his cheek in greeting. “Tough day at work, Hon?” she asked, noting his subdued reaction to her kiss. “Ummm…Yeah, a bit,” he muttered as he sat down. Rosmary’s nose twitched as she detected a faint, odd, yet not unfamiliar odor. “Ah’m guessin’ y’all had to arrest an unruly skunk today?” she asked, sniffing the unmistakable aroma of tomato juice and skunk musk. “Ah…Ah had sexual relations with one,” Abraham admitted miserably. Rosemary froze, chills running through her back. She looked incredulously at her mate, the father of her fawns. “Ah know Ah should’a been strong but she…She just…Ah’m not sure exactly how…Maybe it’s the place itself…She was just so…Willin’.” Rosemary opened her mouth to scold him, to berate him to tell him exactly what she thought about his ‘moment of weakness’ but she suddenly realized she wasn’t sure what she thought or even how she felt. She felt betrayed to be sure but Randy Rabbit’s voice tugged at the back of her mind… ‘Have you ever been with your husband…’Intimately’…Just to be with him that way?’ She closed her mouth slowly. Abraham continued to look at her, waiting to weather the verbal storm he knew he deserved. To his surprise, however, Rosemary turned suddenly and left the dining room. Abraham could not have felt more miserable if he tried. He stared at the steamed vegetables on his plate but could not bring himself to eat. Out in the living room he could hear the protests of his fawns as their mother shooed them to their rooms to get ready for bed. He was still sitting there, his dinner uneaten before him when he heard the last ‘good night’ called from bedrooms. Rosemary didn’t come back into the dining room. Abraham heaved a dejected sigh and rose from his seat. He took the plate to the refrigerator and placed it within. Steeling himself for a long cold night, he made his way to the master bedroom. He opened the door and stepped inside. Sitting back on her calves in the middle of the bed, her hands on her lap, dressed in her flannel nightgown was Rosemary. She looked up at Abraham, a little tear in one eye. Abraham saw her trembling slightly. The air in the room was clear, save for his own aromatic aura, there was nothing to indicate that his wife was ‘in season’ but there she was, waiting for him. ‘Rose….” Abraham started to say. Rosemary bowed her head and shifted on the bed, turning her back to him and leaning over to her hands and knees in submission. Abraham quickly shed his belt and vest and sat on the bed next to her. “Rose, Ah….” “Ah’m n-not ‘in season’”, Rosemary interrupted, her voice trembled uncharacteristically. “Ah…Ah want y’all ta mate me…Just ta mate with me…not ta be makin’ fawns or anythang…J-just ta be with me…ta be with you….” Abraham lay his hand gentle on her back, caressing her lightly. He could feel her trembling and hear her rapid breathing. He leaned in and softly shushed her, trying to reassure her. “Ah’m such a silly…” She said softly. “Trembling and skittish lahke a fawn about ta be made a doe…Ah…OH!” Abraham’s hand caressed down over her butt and ruffled her tail. “It’s okay,” he reassured her as her eased her down on the bed to her side and stretched out next to her. His hand caressed from her thigh up over her hip and waist and back down, causing her to whimper softly. She looked into his eyes with a little confusion. “Y-you don’t want to…?” “Ah do,” Abraham said warmly as he kissed her nose. “But in a way that says what Ah feel fuh y’all fah more eloquently than Ah could evah tell you with mere words.” Rosemary let out a startled ‘eep’ as her husband pulled her to him, pressing his warm body against hers. He kissed her cheeks and muzzle tenderly as his hands gently explored her body, seeking out her hidden pleasure points, lingering when he found one. Rosemary was simultaneously aroused as she had never been before and terrified at feelings and sensations she had never felt before. Abraham’s search was clumsy at best but he found pleasure centers she had been completely unaware of…And he hadn’t even come near her female treasure yet. Abraham was almost beside himself as his hands explored Rosemary’s body really for the first time in their married lives. Each little moan, gasp or giggle his touch drew from her was music to his ears. Gradually he began to work at pulling up the hem of her nightgown. Rosemary found she was beginning to enjoy herself very much. When she realized Abraham’s intentions she shifted and helped in his efforts to shift her bed clothes, even berating herself for not wearing something easier to get out of. As the hem reached her upper thigh Abraham slipped his hand under it and lightly caressed the fur on her butt. Rosemary became aware of a warm wet feeling between her legs. She began to tremble again as her husband’s searching fingers explored between her butt cheeks, tickling over her tightly clenched tail hole and moving slowly, steadily toward her cunny. She clutched tightly against Abraham as his fingers gently probed her wet, slick slit. Embarrassment, joy and need flooded her mind even as the sensations from Abraham’s manipulations caused her body to orgasm. She buried her face in her husband’s shoulder, stifling her moaning cry of pleasure and held him tightly. Abraham continued to fondle her fuzzy mound and her hidden folds of soft slick flesh, prolonging her pleasure. As her orgasm started winding down her husbands continued attentions set off another, even stronger one. She whimpered and groaned into Abraham’s shoulder as she rode her second wave of ecstasy. All too soon her pleasure faded to a warm, soft, deliciously relaxed feeling. Abraham took his hand away and eased back from her a little. She looked up at him her eyes large and wet with tears of joy and gratitude. Abraham kissed her tenderly and Rosemary melted into the kiss. Abraham reached down and pulled her leg up over his hip, shifting down a little to better position himself. They continued to kiss as he guided the head of his lover’s tool to his lover’s slit. Rosemary Slipped both arms around him and held him tightly bracing for his entry. With one gentle thrust he filled her empty bunny hole with his thick turgid flesh causing Rosemary to gasp in spite of herself. Abraham caressed Rosemary’s rump and coaxed her to move against his slow gentle thrusts. Rosemary did her best to match Abraham’s rhythm finding she could take him deeper within herself by bucking gently against his thrusting hips. The pair mated in an unhurried manner, savoring this most intimate of contact with each other. Their pleasure built slowly but steadily as they ‘made love’ for the first time…No insistent biological/chemical reaction urging them on…No need other than to be with the one they loved, taking and giving the most intimate of pleasure freely. Rosemary felt the tingling in her nether regions suddenly clench and flood out through her thighs and belly. The gripping like effect of Rosemary’s love tunnel triggered Abraham’s orgasm spilling his fawn juice into his lover’s belly in gush after thick, hot gush. They lay in each other’s arms, panting softly and recovering slowly from their shared pleasure. They looked into each other’s eyes communicating their love for each other without mere words. Abraham felt like he’d never felt before after mating. There was the familiar fatigue and a pleasant warm sensation but somehow more intense and satisfying. Rosemary felt marvelously tired and at ease. She realized suddenly that Abraham’s male pride was still inside her and was still aroused. She kissed him and a wry smile crept to her muzzle. “Ah thahnk poppa bunny isn’t quahte finished yet.” Abraham grinned and blushed. “Ah suppose Ah could oblige y’all if’n y’all really would lahke me to,” he chuckled. Rosemary pulled him close and rolled her hips to slip more of his lover’s tool inside her tunnel of love. “Ah would be most appreciative,” she said with a smirk. “But y’all still smell lahke a skunked tomatoe.”