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Tobey felt the lush, silky-soft tail caress his leg and instinctively stiffened in the darkness. He moved slightly over in the bed, trying to give the young vixen beside him more room, but the bed just didn't have much more room to give. They had to share the bed tonight, because Rachel's grandparents were still in town for her sister's wedding, and her family really didn't want the todd staying alone inside that large, empty house next door. So quarters were cramped.

He shifted some under the sheets, and their footpaws touched.

"Tobey," she whispered softly. "I'm so sorry. About what happened..."

The todd breathed a deep sigh and nodded, then realizing the vixen wouldn't hear a nod, said quietly, "It's okay..." He had heard the same words a lot tonight, from Rachel, her parents, her grandparents, from the police, from people who had witnessed the accident. Everyone was so sorry. It shouldn't have happened. Just a tragic accident. Two cars, for whatever reason, though miles and miles apart, somehow traveled along their intended destinations, only to come together in a sickening smash of twisted metal, broken glass, and an all-consuming fire.

Rachel was still sniffling, and Tobey wished for the hundredth time this night would end. That he'd wake up the next morning in his own bed, up with the sun, ready to start a new day of junior high, and his mother would have breakfast made and on the table, and his father would smile proudly over a newspaper, and tell him to have a good day.

He wished-

"Tobey?" Rachel's voice cut into his drifting-off thoughts. "What did they say about, um, w-where you'd be staying?"

The todd swallowed hard. "They didn't. Just that Young Fox Care was gonna try to find a home for me."

The girl rolled over onto her side and looked at him. "Is that what you want?"

Tobey sighed irritably and reached up to turn on a small lamp next to the bed. The glow from the light spilled over the sheets and framed Rachel's curious face in orange, making her russet fur seem lighter. She was wearing bright blue and red cotton pajamas, top and bottom, with the words, "Whiskey Tango Foxtrot" emblazoned on the front, and underneath in italics, "What the fox?" Her light brown eyes were sad, still wet from crying, and unkempt dark-red bed-hair hung down her cheeks and muzzle.

Tobey looked at her and reached out to touch her nose, like they used to do when they were much smaller. "I'll be okay," he said, just like he always did.

Rachel shook her head and new tears started to spill over. "It's not okay. Your parents are gone. This is all so new to me." She sat up and put her head down, starting to cry again.

"Come on, Rach." Tobey sat up too and was surprised when the vixen scooted over and snuggled into his arms, crying softly into his t-shirt. Not knowing what else to do, he laid his arms on her back and shoulders and let her cry for a few moments. He could feel each tear dribble onto his shirt and soak into his chest fur.

In time, she stopped sniveling again and pulled away, breathing heavily. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. It's not like it's my folks."

Tobey shrugged. "You're just doing what I did when the cops came. I mean, soon I just, I dunno, ran out of cry, as my Dad would say."

Rachel wiped her eyes. "I remember the first time he told me that. You fell out of my wagon once and scraped your arm. Your Dad came up to you and you were bawling like a baby in his arms. And I was like, 'Aren't you going to do anything?' and he just smiled at me and said, 'You gotta let him run out of cry first.' I didn't understand that then, but when we got a little older, and more stuff happened to us, I got it. It became a thing."

Tobey chuckled. "Uh-huh. Like the time you hit your head on the ladder trying to get into our treehouse."

Rachel giggled softly. "Or when you fell into the ditch on that stupid bike trying to jump it."

"Hey! I woulda made it if you hadn't yelled out and broken my concentration."

"Oh, no way, silly-fox. It was...spiritual destiny for you to slam into that ditch and make me drag your butt home. That's how I got the ice cream sundae!"

"Spiritual destiny? Geez, you sound more like your Mom all the time."

Rachel's cheeks colored slightly. "Hey, she's really cool. So what if she's into that weird stuff now. It doesn't change who she is." She looked proud. "I'm practicing it too now, you know."

"Yeah but you'll never be as good as her."

"Says you."

Tobey looked irritated now. "Look, can we try to get some sleep? I only get a few days here more and then..." The realization washed over him like a cold shower and he shivered. Rachel saw his tone change immediately and quickly pulled him into her arms in a tight hug.

She knew what would probably happen. After a few more days staying here, he was off to Young Fox Care. He'd wouldn't just be going to a new house. It could be a new city, a new state...maybe so far away she'd never see him again. "Tobey," she said softly into his ear. "I...I don't...I don't want you to go far away from me..." She heard him start whimpering and just held him in the darkness until he truly ran out of cry.

**

It was nearly three in the morning when Tobey felt movement beside him, and at first thought perhaps Rachel was tossing and turning in her sleep. But the movement was coming from the other side of the bed, towards the half-open window Rachel had insisted upon. The wind was still, and all seemed quiet. He was about to close his eyes and drift back off to sleep when he felt a tap on his nose.

"Rachel?" he whispered.

"So you're Tobey Turner, huh?" a gravelly, strange voice grumbled in the dark, and for a moment, still in the fog of sleep, the fox thought maybe someone from the family had come into the room to check up on him.

Without opening his eyes, the todd sighed, "Yeah, that's me. I'd like to get some sleep. Go on back to your room, okay?"

This struck as funny and he heard snorting laughter. "I don't have a room, kid." Now he felt a weight on the bed close to his chest and opened his eyes, seeing only a black shape sitting before him.

"Look, go back to bed, will ya? Can't we talk in the morning?"

Rachel stopped snoozing and yawned. "Tobey? Who are you talking to?"

"I dunno, sounds like your Dad." They both sat up as he switched on the lamp - and then quickly cried out. Sitting before them was a strange-looking white fox, with shining, golden curls, powder-blue eyes, and dressed in a white tunic. Behind him, two gossamer, translucent wings fluttered in alarm and he held up his paws in protest.

"Whoa! Wait, shush!" With a swipe of a paw, both teenagers were unable to speak, clutching at their throats and trying to get the screams to come out. Tobey rushed from the bed to grab a broom but the fox easily stopped him in his tracks with another wave. "Will you two hold still and keep quiet already?!"

Rachel violently backed up against the headboard, slamming her head against the wood, and nearly lost consciousness. The strange fox quickly stayed her and the pillows magically levitated and settled in behind her head to comfort the bump.

"Now, look..." the winged fox snarled, "I'll let ya both go if ya just keep quiet. And don't try to go nowhere, k? Ya promise?" The two young foxes looked at each other, asking with their terror-filled eyes what they should do. Finally Tobey nodded to her slowly, and they both nodded to the winged fox in unison. "Okay then, remember your promise." He flicked a paw towards them and the two foxes breathed in deeply, trembling.

"Wh-who are you?" Rachel asked timidly once she'd gained her senses and her head stopped hurting.

The winged fox smiled, but on his muzzle it looked cold. "You know Sarah Andrews?"

Rachel blinked. "That's my Mom. Wait, how do you know my Mom?!"

The winged fox became flustered. "Look, I got a summons from Sarah Andrews to go see a Tobey Turner and offer him a special wish for a night." He leered at the todd and tilted his head towards Rachel beside him. "Looks like ya already got it to me, heh."

Rachel flushed and hit him hard with a pillow. "Get out of here! Go to wherever you crawled out from and leave us alone!"

"Yeah, I can't do that." The winged fox sighed and shook his head. "When I get a summons, I gotta follow through. You know how it is."

Tobey raised a paw timidly. "Wait, what are you talking about? What are you? What summons?"

"Name's Pedro, but I go by all kinds of names really. Probably not a good idea for you to know all of 'em, either. Makes it harder if you know."

Rachel chimed in. "You didn't answer his question, Pedro."

The winged fox looked at the vixen with annoyance. "I'm a wandering night-reigner." Then he seemed to speak as though he'd said it a million times. "I'm a soul not quite ready for the immortal life who comes to those in need, and offers companionship and wishes fulfilled for one night. Anything they want, I make happen." He looked at him closely. "Anything." He then snorted towards Rachel. "And your Mom must know some pretty good juju to get someone like me out here. She's playing with serious fire. It's gonna cost her quite a bit."

"Wh-what does my Mom have to do with any of this?!" Rachel gasped, as though shocked her mother would ever do such a thing. She knew about the spell-casting, the Tarot card readings, and frequent aromatherapies. Once she'd caught the adult vixen outside by the light of a full moon, dancing nude before a pillar of fire. But it was all just good fun, harmless incantations, spells for good fortune and better living, not...this.

"I got no time to fill ya in on all the piddley details, sweetheart," the winged fox looked impatiently at an iWatch on his wrist. "Listen, it's 3:15 and the sun comes up at 7:15. You got exactly four hours to have your wish fulfilled, then I'm outta here, and I don't come back again. So..." He turned to Tobey, and in a much haughtier, proper tone asked, "What is thy greatest wish, thou who art blessed?"

Tobey flicked his eyes uncertainly. "What?"

Pedro's shoulders slumped and he returned to a Brooklyn accent. "What the fuck do you want as your wish? Come on, kid, clock's tickin'."

Tobey slowly sat down again on the bed next to Rachel, looking nonplussed. "I...what...you mean, I can wish for anything? And it comes true?"

Pedro sighed tiredly. "For four hours, yeah. Well, three hours, 58 minutes."

Tobey bit at his lip and then nodded. "I wanna see my parents again."

Pedro shook his head. "Sorry, kid. Yer folks already passed over. They're done and at rest. 'sides, I can't resurrect. It's in my contract." He saw the hurt look in his eyes and his tone softened. "Look, Tobey...I know yer hurtin', son. All I can tell ya is they're okay. They didn't suffer and they're both happy. Will ya believe that?" As the todd nodded and tears filled his eyes again, he quickly added, "So look, wish something else already before you start me havin' the waterworks. And it don't do me no good to show my soft side to anyone."

Rachel laid a paw on the todd's shoulder and he looked at her. "What should I wish?"

The vixen shrugged. "I don't know. What do you really want more than your parents?" She tenderly touched noses. "Unless you get to have new parents, maybe ones you'll really like, and you can stay close to me?"

"Remember," the winged fox replied, "it only lasts about four hours, so you wouldn't have parents for any longer than that. At sun-up, they'd be gone and you'd be right back as you were." He grinned and now he looked more like a demon. "Just tryin' to help."

"The thought of not seeing each other..." Rachel said sadly and put her head on his shoulder.

Tobey looked at Pedro curiously. "Can I go into the future?"

Pedro licked his lips. "Uh, y-yeah, kinda."

Tobey took Rachel's paw into his and managed a smile. "I want to see the future. I want to see Rachel and me, how we'd look in the future."

"How many years?" Pedro asked.

Tobey and Rachel both shrugged, looking at each other. "I guess maybe...twenty years or so?"

A sudden blast of cold air blew through the half-open window, and Tobey felt the chill envelop him right before he lost consciousness and slumped against Rachel.

**

It was suddenly dark again. Tobey awoke with a start, rolled over on the bed and felt a lush, thick tail nestled against his legs. He felt odd. "Rachel?" he whispered, and his voice sounded strange too.

"T-Tobey..." Her voice sounded different too, a little softer, yet-

He reached for the light above them and flipped it on - and cried out again.

Rachel was next to him. And yet, it wasn't Rachel, not the 13-year-old he'd been next to only minutes before, but a beautiful, fully-developed, full-grown adult vixen. Her eyes were still the same light brown, but her red hair was much longer now, down to her waist. The pajama top she had worn was now tattered, exposing her arms, and the hemline barely reached her stomach, close to cut-off. She was the most beautiful fox he had ever seen in his life.

"R-Rach...Rachel?" Tobey found his voice at last and then realized his own was deeper, more definitive. He took a furtive look at himself. His t-shirt was also cut-off. The cotton stretched impossibly around bulging arm muscles and well-formed pectorals. Below the waist, his pajama bottoms had shrunk nearly to his knees, and were torn from seam to seam around his waist, nearly exposing thick tufts of pubic fur.

Quickly both found the sheets and covered themselves up to their waists, trying not to shout. "Wh-wha-what happened to us?" Rachel whined and covered voluptuous breasts under her scanty shirt with both arms.

"Wait...is...is this the future? Where are we?" Tobey looked around the bedroom and realized something. Nothing seemed different from when he went to bed last night. There were the same posters on the walls featuring the latest todd-bands, a small shelf filled with storybooks and paperback novels, and the same red and white striped sheets on the bed. "What the hell?" He got up out of bed and Rachel could only stare lustfully at his barely-covered butt as he padded over to the shelf and looked through the books curiously.

"Tobey, what is it?" she asked and slid out from under the covers to stand next to him.

He turned to look at her. All of her. He swallowed hard. "Um...we're...in the same...I mean, this is your bedroom, right?"

She nodded and moved past him to stand in tiptoe, reaching up for a snow-white stuffed plush fox. On her toes, Tobey thought Rachel looked like a heavenly goddess. Her tail whipped back and forth, and the silhouetted shape of her firm buttocks under the flimsy pajama bottoms was impossible not to gawk at. She turned to him again, standing in front, realizing for the first time how much taller he was now. Her muzzle just reached the upper part of his broad chest.

"I...I...had this," she gestured to the plushie, "when I was a very little vixen, maybe a few months after I was born." She hugged it to her chest. "From my grandmother. She made it for me with her own paws." She seemed to get herself under some control and the trembling stopped as she took a step closer to him. "Tobey...we're still in my bedroom..." She glanced at the time. "3:30 AM. Oh my God, what did he do to us?!"

Tobey looked wildly around the room, trying to find the winged fox, but he was gone. "We need to wake up your mom right now!"

Rachel caught her breath. "Are you crazy?! What are we supposed to tell her, the way we look right now?!"

"She'd believe us! You said yourself she's been into this stuff a while, and Pedro even said she-"

"SHHhhh!" Rachel suddenly clamped a paw to his mouth as she heard footsteps just outside their door.

"Kids...?" A low voice came from the door.

Rachel's eyes widened. Thinking quickly, she pulled Tobey away from the shelf and shoved him down to the floor behind the bed. "Hmmmm?" she answered.

"You two still up? It's really late, you should get some sleep."

"Mmm-hmmm," Rachel replied nervously.

"So...get some sleep okay? We'll go out to eat in the morning. Goodnight."

"Mmmm-hmm!" The vixen waited for the footsteps to fade away down the hall and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Tobey brushed himself off as he stood back and glared at her. "What'd you do that for? I thought we were going for help?"

Rachel snorted. "Yeah, my Mom. My Dad doesn't have a freaking clue what she does."

"Well, if he's still awake, we obviously can't do anything right now." He growled and walked back over to the bed, spreading out on the sheets and sighing. "Might as well get some sleep, and...if we're lucky, we'll get changed back at sun-up right?"

Rachel nodded, staring at him again. "Uh-huh..." He looked so handsome right now. The dark hair practically cascaded down his shoulders in thick waves, and muscles covered him from head to toes. She glanced at his chest, the way it moved with his breathing, and then the trim tummy, and then the- Lust filled the vixen as she saw that the pajama bottoms were holding a very thick pouch of flesh beneath it, and from the corners of the seams, thick pubic fur trailed from either side.

"What are you staring at so intently?" Tobey asked, watching her.

She shook her head. "I...I wasn't staring!"

"Something on my leg?" He sat up and looked at her fixedly in return. Her breasts were barely held beneath the cotton top, and he could see the outlines of ripe, thick nipples straining against the fabric.

"Now what are _you_looking at?" she retorted and covered the fantastic view with her arms.

"I...what! I've never seen you so...big before, that's all! Geez!"

Rachel chuckled in spite of herself, and Tobey thought she sounded like an angel. "Well, don't get used to it." She sighed and sat down on the bed next to him. "We should...try to sleep..." She knelt on all-fours, arranging the sheets again, and Tobey felt a little too much blood running through his body down to his groin.

"Wait, how are going to sleep? We could barely fit in this bed before we were grown-up! Your tail kept hitting my leg!"

Rachel replied, "And you kept rolling over almost on top of me, so what? You want to go sleep downstairs and wait for my Dad to call the police, or get his gun from the living room closet and shoot first, ask questions later?!"

Tobey frowned. "I'm just...saying...maybe one of us should sleep on the floor, that's all."

"Fine. Enjoy the floor!" Rachel tucked herself under the covers and switched off the light.

"Me?! Aren't I the guest in the house?!"

Rachel retorted angrily, "You made this stupid wish, not me!"

Tobey growled and crawled under the sheets. He could still feel the warmth of her, no matter how much he tried to scoot over. "Hey, I asked to see the future, not be the future!"

Her tail laid against his legs and over his groin. "Well, we'll just have to...what is that?"

Tobey whimpered. "Wh-what...?"

Rachel trembled as her tail traced over the thick bulge. "Oh, geez, are you hard?! You have to be kidding me! Seriously, now you're thinking of sex?!"

"So stop stroking it!" Tobey growled softly, wishing she wouldn't.

"I can't help it, the bed's too small! Go sleep on the floor like I told you!"

"You sleep on the floor!"

"Kids!" Both foxes stopped arguing and nestled together, hugging tightly to one another as the bedroom door opened and Rachel's father walked in. "Please go to sleep, okay? I...I know it must be really hard right now, Tobey..."

Under the covers, Rachel snickered and Tobey squeezed her tight enough to make her squeak.

"But you need to try to sleep, okay? You two hear me?"

"Mm-hmmm."

They waited silently for the door to close again and they could relax, their arms still around one another. "That was intense..." Tobey sighed. His covered erection nestled in her warm, soft underbelly.

Rachel found she was breathing heavily. Her barely-covered breasts heaved against his broad chest, and she could feel her aroused nipples pushing back. "Y-yeah...totally. I..." She gazed into his eyes, lost in them for a moment, even in the darkness. "Tobey, I...I think we should..."

He licked her muzzle gently. "I'll...sleep on the floor, if you want me to..."

"N-no, you...you can stay..." She smiled and shifted against him, and one of her legs tucked in between his. "Is this how...we're...going to look when we're, you know, bigger?"

Tobey had to grin. "If it is, I'm probably going to have to work out at the gym or something to look this good, huh? And you..." His eyes flicked down to her cleavage. "P-probably...big bras."

Rachel giggled. "I'll have a lot of todd-friends with these, won't I? There's this one kid at school, you don't know him but he-" His tongue brushed over her mouth this time, stopping her mid-sentence. "T-Tobey...what are you..." She could feel him, all of him, slipping out of its confines at last, and pressed to her stomach, hard, warm, thick, and long. "T-Tobey..." she whispered again, and her paw trailed down her chest, to her tummy, until she could feel his flesh. She stroked it once, earning a muffled moan from him, then tenderly clamped around his length, at least twice as big as her paw.

Tobey's paw explored as well, starting at her neck, tracing the contours of her breasts under the top, running exploring digits across the firm points of her nipples under the ruined shirt. They spoke no words as they started to kiss, gently at first, then with more tongue-play, until both their mouths were filled with saliva that dribbled down their chins.

"Eww..." Rachel whispered softly, panting, and nuzzled his nose. "You're a sloppy kisser."

"Well...I...I'm really new to this."

The vixen smiled and tugged at his length a bit. "I'll show you. I practice on Frost a little."

"Frost?"

She suddenly blushed. "My plushie fox..."

Tobey started to laugh. "You practice kissing with your fox?"

Rachel suddenly looked alarmed and clamped even tighter around his member. "You are telling no one that. Or you lose this!"

"Okay, okay! I give!" Tobey whined, and then relaxed as the vixen softened her grip. He realized he still had his arms around her just then and whispered, "Teach me..."

Rachel brought her arms up until they can drape his large shoulders. "Teach you what? How to kiss?" She smiled and brought her mouth up to his. "You just have to swallow...that's all..." Then she was kissing him, poking her tongue eagerly into his mouth to explore, as Tobey's then poked his in in return. In no time, their mouths were filled with one another, and they hurriedly swallowed their individual tastes before pulling away.

Tobey shook uncontrollably. "B-b-better?"

Rachel nodded slowly. "M-much...that was...so hot...mmmm." They kissed again, and the vixen wiggled out of the torn remains of her t-shirt, exposing her breasts to the moonlight gleam from the window. Tobey meantime pulled free of the rest of his pajama bottoms, and allowed his thick hardness to press against her thigh. "Tobey...I...can feel you...do you..."

"I am so hard right now," the fox answered breathlessly and nuzzled into her breasts, kissing the fur-covered globes slowly and deeply, taking an exquisite amount of time to excite her nipples with little bites and sucks. "Get...these off..." He moaned in between his kisses and started tugging at Rachel's pajama bottoms, which were now more like shorts. In a flash, he felt the warmth of her sex against his body and drew exploring digits down her bare tummy to trace along her thick, tufted muff.

"Oh my God...oh, t-touch it again, that felt amazing..." She squeezed her arms around him, grinding his hot shaft against her thigh, mashing her breasts into his chest. When he did so, her eyes lit up and her mouth dropped open. "Ohhh...so...so much better...than my own paw..." As he started to push a digit inside her, she gasped and jerked violently, reaching down to clutch his paw. "W-wait..." she whimpered. "I need to be...um...w-wet first...more wet..."

Tobey was hardly one to complain at this point, but he looked into her eyes steadily. "Alright. Um...h-how do I...how do I get you, um, more wet...?"

Rachel bit her lip. "Here... wait..." She brought a paw up and licked it several times, coating it in her saliva, then pushed it back down in front of her, working the natural lubricant around her folds. "Ohhh...see? Like this..."

Tobey waited a few moments for Rachel to finish pawing at herself, then shook his head. "Wait...I want to...kiss you down there. That scent you're giving off is...really...strong..." Without waiting for a reply, he lowered his head in front of her and started kissing down her tummy until his muzzle was poking into her muff-fur. As he felt the vixen tremble again, the scent became overpowering. He brought his mouth down, and in the darkness felt with his tongue until he could trace her swollen damp folds. Hungrily, he dug his tongue into her, causing her to quietly yelp and wrap her legs around him.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God...just like that, just like that...ohhh...Tobey, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, yes..." The vixen clamped a paw over her mouth and let out several muffled cries of delight as she climaxed against Tobey's mouth, spreading her juices across his muzzle in several hard squirts. The fox was quick to lap up all the remains, causing Rachel to fist at her mouth again to keep from making even more screams.

Suddenly, Tobey lifted himself up atop of Rachel, grabbed his swollen member, and guided it to her folds. "Gotta..." he managed to croak out, and then he was sinking down, forwards, breaking through her hymen, and settling deep into her. With a satisfied sigh mixed with a low moan, he lay down on top of her, thrusting his hips hard back and forth, ecstatic over the way her tight, wet folds clenched around his shaft with each push. In no time, hardly more than a few minutes, he felt like he was wetting himself, and Rachel mewled softly and wrapped her legs around him as he came wildly into her, splashing several squirts of seed deep against her walls.

When he was done, he lay on top of her panting, and she murred and kissed him passionately, keeping her legs locked around him, feeling his cum-soaked shaft inside of her, his seed mingling with her juices. "Oh wow...Tobey..." She felt him jerk a few times against him, the length of his body, and quickly nuzzled him. "Are you okay?"

He lifted his head to look down at her, and slowly nodded. "I...I think so...I was just...you know...that was my first time..."

Rachel giggled, reaching up to play with his long hair. "Mmmm, mine too..." They looked at each other fondly, making no attempt to disentangle from one another. "Do you think this...could... um...actually happen? W-when we're older? I mean for real?"

Tobey blushed. "I dunno...I mean...I never really thought of you like that before. I just...I just thought we hung out together all the time because we lived next door to each other, y'know?"

Rachel nodded and slowly licked his muzzle. "I know." She didn't say anything for a moment, content to listen to their breath amidst the silence of the night. "Maybe we should..."

They made love again, slowly and deeply, until they were both breathless and dizzy, tangled about one another and covered in sweat and juices. In that moment, they looked at one another's eyes and knew nothing but love.

Suddenly the darkness overwhelmed them both and they knew nothing else.

**

"T-Tobey?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm so sorry. About your parents, I mean."

The todd rolled over in the bed and was surprised to find he was naked. "R-Rachel? What the hell!" Quickly he sat up and reached over the bed, trying to find his pajamas.

"What's wrong?" she said as she sat up too - and saw her own pajamas were gone. "Tobey! What the hell!"

Both foxes grabbed for the tattered remains of their pajamas and hurriedly put them on before rushing almost as one from the bed and falling to the floor in a heap. "Ow..." Tobey rubbed his sore head and heard ringing in his ears - and with it the deep chuckle of another fox. Both looked around the room in puzzlement and saw Pedro sitting by the door in a chair, reading a trashy magazine.

"Who the hell are you?" Tobey roared as he got to his feet unsteadily, and then helped Rachel up, who was still trying to cover her breasts with the tattered pajama top.

"Relax, kid. I'm leavin'." The winged fox stood up and stretched. "Gotta say, that was a good show, you two. Seriously, you're both naturals. Better than this even." He gestured to the magazine before folding it up.

"What are you talking about?" Rachel asked.

Pedro grinned. "It don't matter. In another minute or so, you ain't gonna know nothin' anyway. It's been a blast, kids. Oh, and say hi to your mom for me." As he spoke, the early morning sunlight crept into the room, and afterwards the winged fox suddenly disappeared with a loud pop.

Both kids looked at the empty chair quizzically, then slowly looked at each other. "You okay?" Rachel was first to ask, reaching out to rub his head. "Oh, you got a bump there."

Tobey sighed, backing away. "Yeah, I know. Stupid bed. I told you it was too small. We were probably tossing and turning all the time and ripped each other's clothes off."

Rachel smirked and dug into her dresser for a fresh change of clothes. "Well, I do remember saying you could sleep on the floor, you know." She good-naturedly tossed the todd a towel. "Why don't you shower and I'll get dressed."

"Okay. Want to join me?" Tobey found himself saying and abruptly closed his mouth with a snap.

Rachel turned and looked at him in alarm. "W-w-what...?"

Tobey flushed completely and shyly turned around. "N-nothing...nothing..." He looked down at himself and noticed beneath the towel that he had an erection. "I'll, um, take that shower now."

As he stumbled off, Rachel continued to blush. She was still blushing when the two of them came downstairs fully dressed for breakfast several minutes later.

"Well, there's my two sleepyheads." The father grinned as Tobey and Rachel took their seats at the kitchen table with her parents. "I'm surprised you two are up so early on a Saturday. Figured you'd sleep in after all the noise you made last night."

Tobey and Rachel looked at one another bewilderedly. "Noise?" Tobey asked.

"Yeah, I had to come to the room and tell you both to stop talking a few times. But..." He reached out for Tobey's paw. "I'm glad you two talked so long, in a way. Do you feel any better, son?"

Tobey nodded and the tragedy of last night dashed over him like a cold shower. "Um...a little, yeah." He looked over at Rachel, who was looking back at him and smiling warmly. "It helped to talk...I...I'm really glad she was there for me, like she's always been. I...I really love Rachel a lot..."

Rachel's eyes became a bit tear-filled and she wiped a paw over them. "And I...I love you too." She looked at her father. "And I don't want him to leave us...not ever..."

"Well, Rachel, honey," her mother said as she joined the group at the table and sat down. "He'd have to go eventually. Young Fox Care is very particular about where to place orphaned kids. I'm not too sure they'd like the idea of leaving him with us." Slowly she smiled, until her smile seemed bright enough to fill the whole room. "But...maybe we could ask..." She looked over at her husband, and her eyes were shining like jades. "It couldn't hurt..."

The father slowly smiled as well. "No, it couldn't. To tell you the truth, I always wanted a todd in the family."

"Oh Mark!" Sarah laughed and got up to hug him. She looked fondly over at Tobey. "We'll make the arrangements. I really want you to stay here too..." For a moment, the mother looked off towards the window, smiling sweetly, and toying with a small pendant around her neck. "Thanks, Pedro," she whispered, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Sarah, you alright?" Mark asked.

"I'm perfect," she said quietly, and the new family hugged around one another tightly.

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