Binky awoke to find herself curled up on Beuford’s lap and chest. The hound’s arms lay draped loosely over her hip and upper back. Beuford was still sitting upright though his head lolled forward. Binky was still naked but not quite as damp as she had been. She smiled lovingly and kissed Beuford’s chest as she realized that he must have sat up with her all through the storm. She yawned drowsily and snuggled against her sleeping protector. Binky was in no real hurry to wake the constable. She still had to tell him about their fawns. She wasn’t sure she could do it yet. She worried over his reaction. They hadn’t even discussed the possibility of having fawns yet. It had simply been a given that, sometime after she had recovered from having Stormdancer’s fawns that she would mate with Beuford and have fawns with him. The thought that Beuford might get mad at her for blindsiding him with the news started to upset her. She tried to put the upsetting thoughts from her mind and thought perhaps if he were in a particularly good mood…She decided at length that her loving, protective hound deserved a reward for watching over her. She shifted off his lap, taking care not to wake him. She undid his belt and gently slipped it out from under him. She looked down to where his genital pouch swelled slightly with pre-morning wood. She smiled mischievously and lightly caressed him there. She leaned over and kissed his chest as it slowly rose and fell. Beuford sighed contentedly in his sleep. Binky continued stroking his pouch until his canine member poked out of it. She lightly ran her finger around the crimson, glistening tip, watching n fascination as it swelled and grew out of his pouch, the black skin sheath slowly peeling back to bunch up around the base. She reach down between her own legs, rubbing her cunny gently, working up her juices to slicken herself up. Leaning down she circled her tongue around the fat head, coating it with a combination of her saliva and his slick ‘dew’. She licked and kissed her way down and back up his shaft. Beuford moaned softly, just at the twilight edge between asleep and awake. She brought her fingers, slick with her own ‘dew’ and caressed his length. Beuford’s head lolled backward as a low groan of pleasure rumbled in his chest. Binky carefully got up and straddled Beuford’s hips. She reached down and gently took hold of his dog-hood, guiding the tip to her pussy. She lowered herself slowly onto Beuford’s dog cock, savoring the sensations as her little bunny-hole stretched to accommodate his thickness. Her cunny slowly swallowed his shaft, inch by slow inch, filling her female space completely. She lay forward on top of him, resting her head on his chest, listening to his heart beating there. She started working her hips, gently humping his love muscle. Beuford opened his eyes and looked down at Binky. “Well good mornin’ ta Y’all, too,” he said with a slight yawn as he brought up his paws to caress Binky’s hips. “Ah see Y’all made it through th’ nahght.” “Thanks to mah big brave bloodhound protectah Ah did,” Binky said as she looked up smiling at him. “Thank yuh kahndly fuh watchin’ ovah me last nahght.” “It was entahrely mah pleasuh, ma’am,” Beuford smiled back and added a little hip motion of his own to the proceedings. “That’s still ta come,” Binky smirked. “So ta speak.” They continued mating slowly, gently, taking their time, taking pleasure in being together as much as in the physical act itself. At length Binky shuddered as her pleasure crested. A moment later, Beuford spilled his seed into her belly, holding her tightly and slipping his shaft out a bit so as to not tie with her. They lay together afterward, Beuford stroking Binky’s ears, back and rump gently. “Would mah lovah lahke his breakfast, now?” Binky asked at length knowing the longer she put off telling Beuford the news, the harder it was going to be. “Ah’ll just git cleaned up and meet it at the table,” Beuford grinned. Binky reluctantly slipped off Beuford’s shaft and went into the kitchen while Beuford headed for the bathroom. She took a moment’s pause to clean herself up from her and Beuford’s lovemaking then set about making breakfast. Beuford arrived at the table barely a minute before his eggs and bacon did. Binky picked at her own breakfast and fidgeted nervously while the hound dog wolfed down his food. “Y’all’s awful quahet this mornin’,” Beuford said in between mouthfuls. “Ah…Ummm…Ah guess Ah ain’t got much ta say,” Binky said quietly as she tried to work out a way to break the news to Beuford. “Ah was wonduhrin’… Hahpotheticaly…D’yall thahnk y’all would evah want ta settle down an’ raise a family?” “Of course Ah would,” Beuford answered matter-of-factly. “Ain’t Ah said so?” Now or never, she told herself as Beuford shoveled in the last of his eggs. “Beuford…Remebah a couple weeks ago…That little ‘accident’ I had with that bottle of puhfume?” She asked cautiously. “Yeah, Ah do,” Beuford said casting a suspicious eye at Binky. “What did y’all do now?” “Oh, nothing now…” She said, trying to look innocent. “It was sorta done then…” “What was ‘done then?’” Beuford asked suspiciously as he got up from the table. “Ah…We’re gonna have fawns,’ she said quickly. Beuford paused and threw Binky a shocked, disbelieving look. Then, a knowing smile came to his muzzle. Binky blinked at him, confused by his reaction. “Y’all dun expect me ta fall fuh THAT one again, do ya?” he chuckled. “Ah’m serious,” Binky said quickly. “Ah went ta Cleo’s yestuhday an’ she confirmed it. Just go and ask huh if y’all dun believe me.” “U-huh,” Beuford grinned. “Ol’ Beuford mahght be a trahfle slow on th’ uptake now an’ again but y’all have pulled this one befoah. Jus’ what makes y’all so sure?” “Beuford, Ah sweah...Cleo checked and told me the reason Ah been feeling poorly in th’ mornin’ is because Ah’m expectin’”, Binky said quickly. “When we mated all nahght…somewheah in that tahme…The fawns are yours, Beuford.” “M-mahne?” Beuford asked incredulously, a look of stunned disbelief on his face. “But ah…Ah gave mah wuhd…On mah honah…Ta you…Ta Stormdancuh and that ‘Great Spirit’ fellah…” Binky was suddenly afraid of the way Beuford was reacting to the news. “Ah can explain ta Stormdancuh that it was an accident,” Binky lied. “It wuhn’t y’all’s fault.” “Not mah fault,” Beuford repeated distractedly. “Ah got ta git ta work…” Beuford snatched the ladder from the wall and set it up under the burrow entrance. Binky felt her heart sink in her chest even as she felt Beuford slipping through her fingers. “Beuford….” “We’ll talk tanahght,” Beuford promised as he finished setting up the ladder. “As soon as Ah come home.” Binky watched helplessly as Beuford scrambled up the ladder. She heard the burrow door close. She placed her hands over her belly trying not to cry. “We’ll talk tanahght, she whispered out loud. “He said we would. He’ll come back…He’ll come back.” Olivia Otter was feeling particularly horny and was looking forward to encountering the Rutwell Forest Constable to be ‘punished’ for breaking some minor ordinance or another. The Constable, however, seemed to be a bit more difficult to find than normal today. She’d been unable to find any of the usual signage; ‘Keep off the grass’, ‘No public displays’, ‘No nude swimming’, that usually meant that the Constable was lurking nearby. The pretense was thin, even contrived, but she enjoyed the game. She especially enjoyed getting her tail warmed by the constable. You could say what you wanted about Constable Beuford Bloodhound, but she had to admit he knew how to give a great spanking. Feeling more and more frustrated as the day wore on, she had wandered back down by the shoreline of Passion Lake. The sun was sitting just above the trees as evening approached nightfall. To her surprise, she found the Constable sitting on a log near the water, just gazing out across the lake. He wore a worried look. Obviously the Hound needed cheering up and Olivia thought she knew just the way to do it. She moved a little way down shore to get out of sight and quickly stripped off her shirt, pants and panties, stashing them under a bush. She hurried to the water’s edge and gracefully dove in, barely making a ripple. The chill of the water worked its magic on her body, causing her nipples and nether regions to swell. She glided below the surface of the water until she reached the area just off shore from Beuford. With a great flourish and spray of water she broke the surface. As she calculated, the water was shallow, coming up just to her upper thigh so that Beuford could have a clear view of all her feminine charms, clearly visible through her water slicked down fur. She feigned surprise and embarrassment at running across Beuford. “Oh no!” she said as he covered herself none to well. “I…I wasn’t skinny dipping, Constable…I, uh, snagged my clothes on a tree branch and fell into the lake…Yeah, That’s it.” Beuford looked up at her, his sad, concerned expression didn’t change. He returned to looking back out over the water, paying the wet, naked otter no mind. Olivia was surprised and just a little insulted. She decided that perhaps Beuford wasn’t enforcing the nude swimming statutes today. That was okay she supposed. There were other infractions at her disposal. Olivia climbed up on shore and made an ‘I’m uncomfortable’ face and clasped her hand over mound. “I knew I shouldn’t have drunk all that soda this morning,” she said out loud. She made as if to hurry for the clump of bushes near the edge of the trees but stopped conveniently seven feet in front of the constable. “No, I…I can’t hold it any more,” she groaned in feigned distress. “I’ll just have to pee right here where anyone can see me. I hope no one reports me.” With that, Olivia squatted down facing the constable, spreading her knees apart lewdly so as to give Beuford a completely unobstructed view of the ‘crime’ she was about to commit. After a moment to spread open her outer labia, she let loose with a strong, steady golden stream that arced out about a foot from its source. Forty seconds later she clenched her abdominal muscles to finish with a final squirt of urine from her urethra. She looked up at Beuford but the hound was still staring sadly out over the water. Olivia was dumbstruck. She rose to her feet and stepped right up in front of the constable with one fist planted on her hip. “Would it help if I just hauled off and kicked you really really hard in your fuzzy nut sack?” She asked petulantly. “Huh…Whut?” Beuford said looking up at the scowling otter. “Finally, a reaction!” Olivia exclaimed. “What’s up Beuford? I’ve been trying to get your attention for the last ten minutes.” “Oh, Ah’m sorry, Miss Olivia,” Beuford said, his voice sounding drained and flat. “Ah’m…Ah’m feelin’ a bit distracted tahday.” Olivia was sure there was something wrong. She sat down on the log next to the constable. “Okay Beuford,” she said. “Spill it…What’s the matter? And don’t tell me ‘Nuhthin’, either. I know when a fur is down in the dumps and you, Constable Bloodhound, are as down as I’ve ever seen you.” “It’s Binky,” Beuford said with a sad sigh. “She’s pregnant.” “Well that’s wonderful news!” Olivia gushed enthusiastically. “And Randy’s the daddy?” Beuford cast a glaring eye at Olivia. “You don’t mean to say…YOU?!” Olivia asked incredulously. “Our constable’s gonna be a daddy! Beuford! I’m so happy for…Hey, wait a minute. If you’re gonna be a daddy, how come you aren’t swinging from the trees and handing out cigars? You should be absolutely silly with happiness.” “Ah am,” Beuford sighed. “You could have fooled me,” Olivia said sarcastically. “Ah love Binky more than Ah kin say,” Beuford said. “And her havein’ mah kits is a dream come true. Ah’ve always wanted a family, Ah just haven’t had the tahme or found th’ rahght fuh. But she also loves this othah fellah and he loves huh. He and Ah dun git along well. Binky made us promise ta behave ourselves. She promised to have our kits when she was ready ta settle down. She was s’posed ta have kits with him fuhst. But we…We had a little accident with one of Cleo’s potions and well….Ah Gave mah word, Miss Olivia and accident or no, Ah broke it.” Olivia thumped Beuford on the head. Beuford looked up angrily at the scowling otter and rubbed where she’s thumped him. “Beuford T. Bloodhound,” She scolded the constable. “You have got to be the most stubborn, most prideful and bone headed male I have ever met! You and Binky love each other and you have done the most beautiful thing two loving furs can ever do…You have made little furs. Now, instead of seeing to your mates needs you’re out here feeling sorry for you supposedly lost honor!” “It’s not just that,” Beuford interrupted. “Ah was gonna marry huh befoah we had fawns. Now…How’s it gonna look if Ah ask huh to marry me? Ah dun want huh ta thahnk Ah’m just marryin’ huh because she’s pregnant with mah kits.” “So don’t marry her.” Olivia suggested. “Whut? Y’all mean just live in sin with huh? Ah couldn’t do that.” “Beuford, how long have you been living at her place? How long have you two been…’Intimate’?” Beuford blushed in shame. “Look,” Olivia said, laying a hand on Beuford’s shoulder. “You want some advice from a friend? Go to your jail, arrange to take her to dinner tomorrow night…And I don’t mean at the Brass Arches either. Take her some place you have to dress up for. Tonight, surprise her with her favorite flowers and a box of chocolates and profess your undying love and devotion. Tell her how much her having your kits means to you.” Beuford thought a moment or two. Slowly a look of determination took the place of the sad look on his face. “Y’all is rahght, Miss Olivia,” Beuford said, sounding much more like his old self as he got to his feet. He took Olivia by the shoulders and planted a big wet one on the end of her muzzle. “Thank y’all, Miss Olivia. Oh, and one more thang….” “Yes Constable?” “Y’all should put some clothes on befoah Ah have ta arrest y’all.” “Yes sir, Constable,” Olivia grinned as Beuford headed off down the trail. Binky finished vacuuming the burrow for the second time today. She caught herself looking at the clock again. It was 8:30 pm and she was becoming worried. Beuford hadn’t stopped in for lunch like he usually did. She had put together some left over Cajun rice and catfish and had taken it to the jail but the jail had been dark and locked. This in and of itself hadn’t worried her too much. It just meant that Beuford was out walking the forest. Concerned that he had just been late and that she wasn’t at the burrow when he might be arriving, she had rushed home. She found no sign that the constable had been there in her absence, however. She’d busied herself with her daily housecleaning chores and trying to watch television. Neither had relieved the growing anxiety she felt. She’d thought about going out to look for Beuford but she was afraid that he might come back while she was out. She decided to make him a fancy dinner but everything she looked at in the cook book seemed beyond her meager skills or not as fancy as she wanted. At 6:30 PM, the time Beuford usually came home she waited expectantly on the couch. Her heart leapt at every little sound that could even be remotely associated with Beuford coming home. At 7:00 PM she had begun pacing. At 7:30 PM a nagging little anxiety began to eat at her. He isn’t coming. Now, at 8:30 PM, she was near tears. She went to her bedroom and grabbed her coat, telling herself that he was just delayed…Some one had done something he had to do paper work for. She hopped out of her burrow and made her way toward the Rutwell Forest Jail house. Beuford was beside himself as he hung up the phone. He rested his head in his hands, bracing his elbows on his desk and massaging his temples. The flower shop had just been closing when he’d called them. While he’d managed to arrange for them to deliver a large bouquet of baby’s breath and the biggest heart-shaped box of chocolates they had first thing in the morning, they wouldn’t get to the jail until 8:00 AM. He’d had better luck arranging dinner tomorrow night at Che’ Louis’. He looked at the clock on his desk. It was 9:15 PM. He sighed in resignation. He couldn’t go back to the burrow with out the candy and flowers…And Binky would most likely be in bed already and if she wasn’t she certainly would be by the time he got home. He decided, at length, to sleep at the jail and show up in the morning with the flowers, candy and apology. He dug out his old cot from the back room. He quickly set it up and stretched out. As he quickly drifted off to sleep a smile grew on his face. Tomorrow would be a very good day. Binky hopped up to the Jail house. There were no lights on and her heart sank in her chest. She went up to the door and tried the knob to find it locked. She started to knock but found she couldn’t work up the courage. She turned and started for home, certain that he would be there waiting for her. She paused and looked back to the jail, that small nagging doubt in the back of her mind flaring up. She hopped back to the jail and peered inside through the window. The pale light of the moon was barely enough to make anything out in the darkened office. Her heart shriveled within her when her eyes fell on the unmistakable form of Beuford sleeping on his cot against the back wall of the office. She turned away from the window feeling utterly alone and abandoned, her tears flowed freely as her heart broke. Stormdancer and Beuford…The two most beautiful and loving furs she had ever met, the two furs she loved best in all the world had abandoned her. She walked back to her empty burrow. She made her way to her bedroom and fell upon her somehow too large bed. She tried in vain to cry herself to sleep but the sweet forgetful bliss of sleep remained elusive. She looked to the clock by her bed but her eyes fell upon a picture of her parents. She sat up and took up the picture and looked upon it, a tear drop falling on it. “Momma,” she whispered to the empty darkness. *To be continued*