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Thelma and Rupert, Alice, Texas, June 13, 1983

The brown-furred rattess stood before her vanity mirror looking herself over. Not one thing could be out of place, not one hair mussed, not yet at least, she giggled as she allowed a wanton dirty thought into her young mind.

Thelma Roberts, 27, had spent the last hour or so bathing and making herself look as attractive as possible for her date. Her boyfriend, whom she had been dating since her junior year, was coming to take her on what he promised would be a most romantic evening just for them.

She looked at herself nude in the mirror; she admired her 32C breasts, fully developed and quite the pawful, she teased the hot pink nipples sticking out of her fur. When she could tear herself from her mirror, Thelma walked to her bed where she'd laid out a beautiful white dress. She brushed her fingers over it as she imagined the wonderful night she would have.

Her round ears wiggled as she heard her boyfriend's pickup truck driving up to her house. She nearly squealed. It was almost time.

Outside, the truck parked itself in the driveway in front of Thelma's home. The driver's side door swung open and the vehicle shook as its sole occupant stepped out.

Rupert Rifkin, 30, was a large brown rat like his girl, but he was much taller, with a darker shade of brown which made him look like his fur was dark chocolate.

He had worn a fancy black tuxedo with an off-white button-shirt underneath and black pants to match. It was the exact same ensemble his old man had worn when wooing his mother. After taking a deep breath to calm the nervousness in his heart, the rat walked up to the front door.

He knocked on the front door, three firm knocks to alert the occupants of his timely arrival.

He perked up the instant he heard footsteps.

The front door opened and an older male rat with bushy eyebrows stuck his head out, "Ah! Rupert! You're just in time! Thelma is just finishing her shower, she should be downstairs soon."

The rat was polite to his date's father, "Thank you, Mr. Roberts."

The older rat chuckled, "Oh-ho-ho, you don't have to be mister-ing me all the time! Just call me Jared, like we're best friends!"

The rat smiled as he went into the house, "Sure thing, Jared."

Jared pointed to his armchair, "Just sit down, wait, Thelma will be down in a moment."

Rupert sat down before the fireplace, "Thanks, Jared." He was on his best behavior for tonight. Normally, he would be more smug but this was a special night.

Light footsteps informed him of her descent.

Rupert looked up from Jared's armchair and right away he felt his breath taken.

Thelma smiled most sweetly to her prospective future husband. She had gone all out for this night. Not only had she put on this beautiful form-fitting white dress, strapless by the way, she had rosy red lipstick on her lips, light cyan eyeshadow on her eyelids.

Rupert knew how much Thelma hated wearing makeup, so he knew without a doubt she was completely ready for this night to happen. He stood from her father's armchair then took his lady's right paw in his grasp. He kissed the back of her hand, "Are we ready for our date, Ms. Thelma Roberts?"

Thelma felt her heart melt from such a cheesy, heartfelt gesture. She smiled with such radiance, "I know I'm ready, not too sure about you, Private Rifkin."

The army private chuckled, "Oh, I'm ready, Sergeant Roberts!"

Thelma laughed cutely, "Oh, I'm the sergeant am I?"

Rupert saluted her, "Atten-hut! Sergeant Thelma Roberts is by far the prettiest thing this lowly private has ever had the courtesy to know and I am proud to serve!"

Thelma made an even less lady-like laugh at her boyfriend's joking, "Well then, I want you to take me out on this date now, Private and I wanna see your war face! Do I make myself perfectly clear!"

"Crystal Clear, Ma'am!" He smiled.

She took his arm in hers, "Good! And we're out!"

The young couple playfully marched out together while her father stayed behind and sighed, "I remember when courtship used to be quiet."

...

A small town like Alice didn't have much in the way of any fancy restaurants, but on the outskirts there were some beautiful flowing hills where a couple could have a nice picnic.

Thelma and Rupert had picked such a spot under a lonesome tree in the middle of a field. They sat together watching the stars and getting cozy.

The rattess cooed in the warm embrace of her beau, "This is such a lovely sky, I couldn't imagine going to the cities an' seeing anything like this."

Rupert nuzzled his girlfriend's neck, "I see all the pretty things I need to see, and she's sitting right here right by me." He kissed his Thelma.

She purred a little, "Mmm, that was so corny. Thank you." She left herself open for more kisses.

He took her invitation wholeheartedly.

Thelma felt her arms give way as her boyfriend gave a gentle nudge, then she was on her back before him, in the grass and under the tree.

Rupert looked into her eyes, her beautiful dark brown eyes which matched her fur so well, "Thelma..."

Her finger on his lips silenced whatever he was going to say. She shushed him, "No words... Just love me, here, now!"

He felt his pulse quicken at such a bold offer, that shy virginal church-going girl he knew before had developed into this sharp vixen before him. He put whatever he was going to ask her at the back of his mind, then he kissed her some more.

In quick succession, both young lovers discarded their clothes.

Rupert looked over his future wife, her beautiful face, her long blond hair, her gorgeous breasts, as they lay together in each others' arms.

He brought his long muzzle down to her right breast whilst he kneaded the other in his left hand.

Thelma sucked air through her teeth once she felt his lips upon her tit. In the times they'd shared, he always loved to suck on her nipples and it always made her tingle so much. She wanted this, something deep inside told her she needed this. She lay back quietly moaning as Rupert lapped away at her most vulnerable areas.

The male rat's ears told him all he needed. This female, this beautiful woman wanted to be with him, and not just in the carnal way, and he wanted this too. He moved lower then his lips locked with her lower lips.

The "innocent" Catholic she was, Thelma could barely contain her lust once that tongue slithered its way into her.

Rupert dragged his claws through his mate's belly fur, his knees dug into the ground surrounding them, his cock throbbed in the night air, while he delved into this sweet church girl.

When she was wet enough, and on the brink of a juicy orgasm, he backed off, then climbed over her.

Thelma looked up into his eyes then she spoke in the lowest voice she could, "Christen your mistress, Private Rifkin..."

He pressed his sensitive tip to her wet entrance, "Yes, Sir!" and he impaled her deep on that last sir.

Neither waited for the other to adapt, they'd already waited this long. Their muzzles connected while the two rats made love in the grass, under this clear night sky.

Their long furless tails intertwined while the two moved together in near perfect harmony.

Their kisses only broke so the other could breathe, there were no words between them, there was no need for words, the love was felt and it was good.

Thelma cried out into the night as her first climax gripped her and her brave soldier pushed her through with no restraint.

The coupling took a good two hours, in that time she moaned through two more squirters before Rupert lurched tight over her and she felt a different warmth rush through her.

The pair looked deep in each others' eyes, as best as they could through the haze of their orgasm.

Rupert felt now was as good a time as any to ask her what he'd intended to ask before giving in to temptation. He whispered into her ear, "Thelma Roberts... Will you marry me?"

She nearly cried, no not nearly; she did cry and she held him even tighter against her, while her insides flooded with his love and she answered with a very enthusiastic, "YES! Yes, Rupert Rifkin, I will marry you!"

Nicolai and Esther, Brighton Beach, New York, March 17, 1989

"Man, Fuck George Bush!" A rowdy, intoxicated 34 year-old Esther said as she watched the new US president on a grainy tv, "Fuckin' stole that election from Dukakis, I swear to God!"

Nicolai snuggled with his fiery, feisty wife of the last 10 years, weed smoke permeating the air of their little apartment, "Bush wants his oil, I'd give 'em plenty if I weren't already knee deep in pussy right now... Hah, I bet Barbara doesn't put out!"

The two fruit bats had been married for a full decade now, and they were no more mature than they had been before they tied the knot.

Esther purred her most heart-stopping erotic purr ever while her husband fingered her pussy. She leaned against him and ground herself into his bare erection, "Now that's a campaign I could get behind... Mr. Russian Premier, Nicolai Romanov, what are your policies for the people?" She leaned more then licked his snout where she knew he was most sensitive.

Nico always fell to her sensuous baiting, each time, "My policies? Fuck it! Let the people fuck and get over it!" He snickered while precum leaked from his circumcised member and left wet spots in his wife's fur.

Esther bit her bottom lip at her handsome mate hotdogging her bountiful crevice. Normally she loved a deep vaginal, but they were in the middle of March and she was in the middle of an early Spring heat. Both she and Nicolai had agreed they would not try for children, not with how packed the neighborhood they lived in was. To the both of them, bringing one more child into a crowded place like New York would just be cruel.

But more than anything, they just wanted to get high and fuck and a child would definitely put a damper on that lifestyle.

Most of their friends had gotten pregnant and had kids, now they couldn't come to any of the swinger parties the bats frequently held. To hell with that, they both thought.

Her husband's groping hands pinched Esther's perky, A-cup breasts as hard as she liked while he pulled her down hard on his cock, parting her tight rectum with great precision.

The two bats turned against the other then let their long tongues dance while Nico pumped his wife with his thick cock.

Essie gritted her fangs tight as her husband gave her that hard dick she needed, "Yeah... That's the stuff... Fuck me like you're goin' broke, baby!"

Nico nipped his wife's nape as his instincts kicked in, "Yeah..." muffled with his fangs clinching her fur, "raise the stocks, Essie! Raise them!"

The dirty mattress they'd been using squeaked loudly the more the two of them got into their loud interlude.

The battess pushed her husband on his back, "Lay down!"

Nico let his wife push him, he knew how much she loved to take charge in their lovemaking.

The battess climbed out of his lap then she was down between his legs sucking on his dick, not caring that this thing had just been inside her asshole. She slathered and slobbered that marvelous cock, tasted what excess precum already spewed forth from his tip.

Nico's claws dug into the spring mattress he laid upon. His gasps grew in momentum while his wife expertly manipulated his malehood using her mouth and her two hands.

Esther purred as she quickly got what she wanted, one good ejaculation to ensure the hard fucking afterwards took longer.

Nico ripped the worn mattress with his claws as his wife gulped his first climax of the evening. Oh, she was just getting started and it both excited him and scared him.

The little brown battess climbed over her husband with the smoldering hazel eyes to give any eager male second thoughts, but she knew turned her Nicolai on just the same.

She held her mate's still hard cock while she straddled his lap.

Nicolai thought she would simply shove it back up her asshole. He was actually surprised to feel the slick warmth of her pussy instead. He tried to protest, "Uh, Essie, I thought tonight wasn't a good time for Hole Number 1?"

She had said that, but dear god this heat irritated her, like someone had stuffed a fire ant nest up her cooch; she needed her mate's seed, "I say a lotta things I don't really mean, you know that, Nico?" She licked his snout, "Like I say what a big beautiful dick you have..." she grinned with those naughty fangs.

Nicolai chuckled, "We both know that one's true so, bad example."

She scoffed, "Yeah, I guess so." She kissed him and got a little tongue from him in return, "I need it... This fuckin' heat's drivin' me crazy! None o' our friends come over anymore, most o' them have kids now and... I'm not gettin' any younger."

Nico gulped, "You mean that?"

She nodded furiously while she ground herself against him, "I... wanna be a mother, still don't know if I'm really ready but, I want this..."

Nicolai still didn't know how he felt but he did know, he hated to see the love of his life upset. He swallowed his pride then he nodded, "Okay... Let's fucking make a kid then."

With that, and after a kiss to his lips, "Thank you," she impaled herself, this time in the hot pink recesses of her pussy.

Her mate gasped from the feel as if it had been their first time all over again; she rode his lap their first time as well; she always loved to be on top.

Nicolai allowed his hands to travel up his wife's slim belly before stopping at her little tits.

She chittered softly while he pinched and pulled on her "freshman tits" as she referred to them. She started to rock her hips, massaging her husband's cock with her tight muscles.

The bats mated furiously as the scent of her heat wafted through the air.

Nico's hands found purchase on his Essie's smooth hips and he bucked up into her in time with her rocking.

His tip colliding with her g-spot pushed Esther into a shrieking, yelling orgasm of her own.

This allowed Nico to topple his darling mate then put her on her back.

She giggled as her husband took charge; much as she preferred to be on top, she loved it when Nico could turn the tables. And Nico always made sure he got the best out of each moment like this.

He lifted Esther's left leg to hang over his shoulder as he rocked his hips and bred with Esther.

The battess moaned, didn't even bother to muffle herself; she didn't care who heard her. She wrapped her free wing around her husband while he still pumped into her. Her other wing held her body up as she swore she could feel an egg being knocked loose from her ovaries at this very moment.

Nico was still unsure he was ready for fatherhood; his own father had never been there, never took care of him or his mother, but now he just wanted to see his wife happy. With her one leg hooked over his back, the other pinned beneath his weight, the virile bat reached his climax.

The two of them moaned in near unison as he erupted deep inside Esther, shooting his seed clear through her cervix. With her in heat and him cumming so deep in her, there would be no doubt that this act would bear fruit.

Both looked into their lover's eyes, neither felt any regret, any guilt, this felt right.

Nicolai smiled as he laid his wife back down on the bed, "Esther... My Esther."

She nearly shed some tears before wrapping her wings around her love, "Thank you! Thank you!"

The pair kissed as each wrapped the other in a cocoon of bat wings. Tonight, they were happy.

Yet, three weeks from now, when Esther came back with that inevitable news, Nico's stubborn pride would almost destroy this beautiful moment they had shared. Such is life.

Thelma and Rupert, Corpus Christi, Texas, November 11, 1988

"Where's Taylor?" an amorous, slightly intoxicated Rupert muttered while he hugged his beautiful wife in the middle of their kitchen.

Thelma cooed softly as her loving husband rubbed against her, "He's in his room, asleep."

The U.S. Marine was home on leave and he'd smelt his wife's receptiveness the instant he'd walked through their front door. He behaved himself through the whole day, playing on the Sega Master System with his son, conversing with his father-in-law, Jared, who had come to live with them after a bad fall last year.

But now, with Taylor asleep and Jared passed out on painkillers, Rupert was feeling the love bug.

Thelma had been washing dishes when her husband came up to her. She nearly purred as she felt him untie her apron.

He buried his muzzle in her neck, under her blond tresses and he smelled her readiness through her fur.

Thelma turned off the faucet, then turned in her husband's grasp to lock muzzles with him.

So Mr. and Mrs. Rifkin tasted each others' mouths while Rupert undressed his wife right here where anyone could walk in on them, but then he always liked taking those risks.

Thelma especially enjoyed the thrill of them being so naughty; this was the same male who took her virginity in a confession booth after all.

When she was exposed, Rupert sank to his knees and he stuffed his long face between her legs.

Then, Thelma had to hold herself up so she didn't fall on her husband, not that that would be a bad thing. She bit her lip so she did not cry out, she couldn't imagine the embarrassment if their child were to come in and see Daddy licking Mommy's private place.

Rupert lapped away at his wife's sweet recesses, nibbling her labia then tugging on her clit with his buckteeth.

Those sharp teeth pricking her little button broke her. Thelma cried out as she let herself fall down into her husband's open arms.

The two married rodents assaulted one another with impassioned kisses; her motherly juices drenched her husband's pants while she ground her hips against his.

Thelma helped her husband out of his clothes, nearly tearing the buttons from his work shirt.

Neither got up to find their bedroom, or even a couch, they stayed here on the floor, in the kitchen, to hell if anyone caught them.

Rupert looked down and he saw his lovely wife hold up his cock before she sank down into his lap.

The impact brought out a husky moan from the rattess. With but a few seconds rest time, she started to ride her husband, shivering as his thick member spread her tight muscles.

Rupert drug his paws up to hold his wife's full breasts, "Uh... If Father Maxwell could see you now, Thelma you sinful young woman."

Thelma gave a pleasant sigh from her husband playing with her tits, "Father Maxwell, he'd have a heart attack." She giggled, "Now you shush and relax."

Santiago and Camila, Havana, Cuba, October 10, 1986

"I really shouldn't be here."

Camila muttered to herself as she stood alone in a dark Havana nightclub.

Every Breath You Take played throughout the crowded building as many people young and old flirted with one another.

The 19 year-old ferret jill stood in a corner and looked around, having been soundly abandoned by her friend who had dragged her here in the first place.

Her fur was a rare silver, very pretty in the right light, her eyes a bright blue. She wore a simple blue dress that went down to her knees.

She took a breath, "Okay, just talk to someone..." She walked over to the bar, her heels clicking as she went. She sat down looking as lost as a newborn fawn.

"Good evening, Miss!" The bartender there spoke to her, "Are you gonna need anything?"

Camila looked at the older male, "Um, I'll just have some water, my friend dragged me here... I don't even think I'm supposed to be here."

The big black bear puffed on his cigar, "Well, how old are you?"

She blushed under his gaze, "Um, I just turned 19 actually."

The bear nodded, "Ah well, you're legal. I'll get that water for ya, on the house. Let me know if your change you mind on the drinks though."

The young Latina smiled shyly, "Thank you."

Camila watched the bartender while he worked before she looked around the club to see if she could find her friend in the crowd. She did not here the man who had just came up to the bar.

"Bartender!"

Camila gasped when the man had slammed his fist on the bar counter. She thought the man was angry but she saw his face...

Santiago winked at the jill when she looked at him before the tender came up.

The bear asked, "Yes, Santi, what do you want?"

The tall silver-furred hob grinned and showed his gold teeth to the bear, "Margarita, for me and the lady here."

The bear scoffed, "The lady is having water, but sure... all on your tab, yes?"

The ferret chuckled, "Yes, of course! You know I'm good for it!"

The bear rolled his eyes as he went to work. He filled a glass with ice cold water then put it on the counter for Camila, "There's you water, senorita, and your other drinks will be up soon."

Camila had not taken her eyes off of the strange, handsome hob the entire time.

The aggressive male showed her his teeth in what he thought was a playful display, "Santiago Cardenas, it's a pleasure making your acquaintance Miss..."

She blushed when he spoke to her. She coughed as she tried to cover her face, "Um, C-Camila..."

"Camila..." He said her name in his most seductive voice, "Beautiful name for a beautiful young woman." He teased her with one clawed digit to her jawline.

Their drinks arrived but Camila's eyes were totally locked on this intimidating stranger's beautiful blue eyes, just like hers.

Santiago picked up his margarita, "To new acquaintances..."

Camila gulped as she rose up her glass, "New acquaintances..."

They clinked glasses then each took a drink.

...

The next thing Camila remembered was being thrust against a wall as this aggressive hob planted a very forceful first kiss on her.

Camila blushed at how fast this had progressed, at the same time she felt this male really wanted her and she did come out to have fun, right? She pushed back on the kiss until she felt his tongue go into her mouth.

They weren't even in the club anymore.

Santiago had taken her back to the block where he lived and they were outside his apartment when he became impatient.

Camila probably should have seen a lot of red flags with this guy, but she was still young and pretty naive about males.

Santi had already rolled down the straps holding up her dress and was pleased to find this sweet girl hadn't worn a bra. He saw her breasts, a fine C-cup for him to nuzzle, which he did right away.

The virginal jill bit her lip while she let this male she had only just met rub his face into her cleavage. She should have been embarrassed, to be so exposed. They weren't even in his apartment, but the hallway right outside where anyone could have seen them, but she'd already had too much margaritas to really care. She even purred when he sucked on her nipples.

When Santiago finally pulled himself away from her snowy, silvery tits he had a wild look in his face. He needed to bed this female. He unlocked his apartment to let her in.

Camila let him lead her; she was willing to let him take charge. When he dragged her into his bedroom, she nearly stopped.

Lying on his mattress, completely nude and lewdly displayed was another female. This one was a canine, one of those painted dogs from Africa. She'd been smoking some mind-altering substance when her meal ticket came home.

Santi spoke to her, "Nadia, this is Camila." He held the half-naked jill's chin so she looked at the other woman, "And Camila, this is Nadia."

She'd almost sobered up when the implication hit her, "She's your girlfriend?"

Nadia muttered to herself, "I wish..."

Santiago spoke over her, "No, but we live together she is... My business partner and she's bi, by the way."

The wild dog half-smiled at the pretty young female her roommate had come in with. Damn, she's perfect for him, she thought to herself before she spoke up, "Oh yeah... I love me a nice pussy just as much I love a hard dick."

Camila had started to have second thoughts now, "Um... I should probably go... We, I left my friend at the club, she's gonna want to know wh-where I-"

Santiago kissed her again and it immediately shut up whatever protests she may have had.

Sometime in the next few minutes, Camila lost her dress, then she was on the mattress being nibbled by two different people.

Nadia nipped the jill's tender neck while Santi kissed his way down her young body.

Camila gasped once she felt the hob's tongue brush over her bare pussy.

Nadia giggled then she caught the pretty fem in a truly sensual kiss.

Camila couldn't decide if it was because she was drunk, or if she really secretly wanted to kiss another female, but she was doing it now and it felt just as good as when she'd been kissed by Santiago, if not even better.

Being a canine, Nadia's tongue was definitely longer, more fulfilling than when kissing another mustelid.

The ever submissive Camila held the wild dog while they kissed and while Santi ate her pussy.

Camila discovered much about herself that night; she discovered she did find other females attractive, in the sexual way, she discovered how good it felt to be wanted, and she discovered how blissful the act of sex just felt for her.

When Santi had mounted her then claimed her virginity, the jill squealed in ways her own paw had never done for her.

Santi and Nadia each took turns swapping spit with Camila while the drunken hob worked himself to a swift climax which would result in their first child.

Camila shivered with him when she felt his seed pass through her to mark her as his jill.

Nadia pulled the hob off of Camila then took his used cock into her muzzle.

The deflowered ferret watched this male who had just had his way with her being licked clean by that pretty African dog.

When he was hard again, Nadia turned around on all fours, her tail flagged, inviting Santiago to take her next.

So Camila got a pretty good look of her hob's plump balls swinging while he fucked the painted canine.

Camila should have felt offended, that's what she thought. Instead, this just turned her on to see this virile male pump another female so soon after her. She crawled around the pair and she made eye contact again with Nadia.

The canine looked at her under poofy, curly white locks then smiled.

...

In the weeks that followed, they were a strong trio together making love nearly every night. But the threesome was not to last. Eventually, Camila would find herself bearing the fruit of their trysts while Nadia began to feel left out.

The African dog left sometime later, amicably bidding farewell to her lovers before booking a flight home to Nigeria.

Santi and Camila stayed together though they never officially married. Santiago instead became a pimp, managing lovely ladies of the night who would sleep with the lonely American sailors that frequently visited Havana. For him, it was his way of providing for his future child.

By July of next year, they were the proud parents of little Candizia Cardenas.

Thelma and Rupert, Corpus Christi, TX, July 8, 1993

"Damn it..." The brown rat cussed under his breath when his employer passed him a note of termination.

His employer was a middle-aged buck named Hank. The buck nodded in sympathy to a fellow father struggling to make ends meet in this post-cold war era. He sighed, "I have to let you go, Rupert. I'm sorry, but you've been late more and more, you stink o' booze and we can't have you handlin' heavy equipment like that. I hope you understand."

The ex-soldier, now ex-construction worker nodded curtly to the whitetail buck, "Yeah... I understand plenty."

Hank held Rupert's shoulder as the rat quietly fumed, "Listen... I wanna help. I can refer you ta a group that meets on weekends down at the church."

The rat nodded, "Yeah... No, I ain't goin' to no AA meetin's to get hugs from a bunch o' people who don't know me."

Hank slipped a piece of paper in the rat's jacket pocket, "I'm giving you the number anyway, just in case." He offered a friendly smile.

Rupert didn't like getting help, but he showed his appreciation, "Yeah, thanks." The now fired rat stepped out of his boss's office to make the lonely drive home to his wife and two beautiful children.

...

Meanwhile, Thelma was just arriving home with 9 year-old Taylor and a squirming 3 year-old Kaitlyn squealing up a storm while big brother tried to appease her with one of her favorite toys, his tail.

"Wow Mom! Kait's almost as strong as Dad!" He shouted while Kaitlyn squeezed on his tail.

Thelma laughed, "Well, that just means whatever boyfriend she'll end up with would be a lucky son of a gun."

Tay complained, "Mom! What is that even supposed to mean?"

Thelma hid the blush in her muzzle, "Oh, it's all grown up stuff, real gross, you don't wanna know!"

That was enough to deter him, "Ugh, whatever!" He got out of the car as soon as his mom parked it in the driveway.

Thelma lingered a bit while Kaitlyn was already screaming to be let out of her car seat. She was feeling it. She was becoming receptive again. Both she and Rupert had agreed two children would suit them fine, but she didn't feel complete. One more, she resolved before walking around the car to get her daughter out.

Inside, Taylor, the good son he was, already had his homework out and he'd gotten started on the math first.

Thelma let Kaitlyn go wreak her havoc all she wanted while she went into the kitchen to get started on supper.

It was while she was chopping vegetables for a casserole when she heard the front door swing open, the thump-thump of work boots followed by the exclaim of "Dad!" when Taylor hugged his ex-military father.

Thelma knew it wasn't time for him to have checked out from the site which could mean one thing. She felt her heart sink at the implication.

Rupert came into the kitchen, "Thelma."

She chopped some bell peppers, "You're home early. Did something happen?"

The rat sighed, "They let me go... For tardiness and 'smelling of booze.'"

Thelma held her man close, "Rupert... You and I both know you don't drink that much that you'd be a danger."

Rupert sighed, "I think they just needed a reason to shove me out."

Thelma clicked her tongue, "Now I know you don't believe that." She kissed her husband.

...

After dinner, after the kids had gone to bed, Thelma and Rupert sat together in their bed.

Rupert laid on his back as his wife became affectionate, a welcome change of events for him right now. His shirt was off and his boxers were about to go the same way.

Thelma whispered as she undressed her husband, "There is at least some good news I can give you, dear."

His semi-erect cock slapped against his belly after she'd uncovered it. She put her right paw around it then started to stroke him.

Thelma spoke while slowly peppering her husband's member with kisses and licks, "I'm ovulating this week, starting tonight. I can feel it already."

Rupert didn't say anything, just let his wife pleasure him while she talked.

"I know before we said two kids was enough, but, I want one more, just one more. Somehow I feel incomplete without a third child to care for."

Rupert liked the idea. He liked being intimate with his wife above all, but this was getting to him. He said, "I just lost my job, and you want us to have another baby?" He chuckled, "Alright."

Thelma smiled then as she crawled over her husband, grinding her crotch into him through her nightgown.

Her husband was already untying her gown while she pulled it up to press her slit against his shaft.

She moaned as she impaled herself on her husband's shaft.

The two rats kissed as they went to work making their third child.