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There was always something so satisfying about bread.

It was becoming a guilty pleasure food, the way that people admonished it. There were so many dieticians that completely threw bread out the window as being anything more than empty carbohydrates, even if it was the whole grain variety.

Still, there was no better way to transport meat and cheese to the muzzle than between two slices of bread. There was perhaps no meal more balanced than a good, hearty sandwich, overflowing with meats, vegetables, seasonings and sharp cheddar. Sub and sandwich shops were still prevalent in all parts of the country, and some of them even carried different names for their product. Hoagies, subs, heroes, foot longs...there was no right or wrong way to ask for a delicious serving of two buns, filled with tasty delicacies.

There was, however, a wrong way to approach bread. You couldn't smash the loaf down when you were slicing it, or you'd press all of the air out of the product and ruin it. You couldn't cook it too long, or it would burn and ruin the flavor, and of course, you couldn't under cook it, or you'd have little more than an unsightly wad of dough.

Any of these things might be a problem, but there were, in fact, worse things that you could do to a loaf of bread. Some people simply had no respect for the life giving food, having even less of a taste for it than the health nuts who refused to go near anything that might contain a scrap of gluten.

"That's a nice, smooth rise you've got there. I didn't think you'd be so... round."

Being sexually attracted to a food object wasn't all that rare, anymore. The taboo of a female using a banana or a cucumber as an object for penetration was a thing of the past, something that was introduced by pornography once upon a time, and after some people actually tried it without any real, adverse side effects, the concept stuck. There were even males who'd been known to hollow out the center of some larger, softer fruits to use as penetratable items, and there was always the presence of some foods being used as an aphrodisiac, to be fed to a partner to help increase arousal and desire.

Then, there were fennecs that had an unnaturally high sex drive, and nothing to throw themselves at but a sitting loaf of bread, still cooling from the recent bake in the oven. Small, wispy trails of steam still rose up from the surface and disappeared into the air, showing off just how perfectly warm the center of the loaf might be.

The very thought of that was driving the fennec wild, as he walked in small circles around the freshly baked bread. His eyes admired the loaf from all sides, feeling no shame for the way that he undressed each layer with his eyes, from the crust, down to the very core of the baked wheat.

"It's a dangerous world out there, y'know. You should stick with a guy like me: the kind of guy who'll keep you from getting eaten by hungry predators," he offered, as he began to brush and nuzzle his cheek against the back side of the loaf. "Of course, I don't offer my services for free...there's always a price to pay in this dog-eat-bread world, baby."

Naturally, the loaf made no kind of response. It was still merely a loaf of freshly baked bread, having no consciousness, no thoughts, and no brain to be cognitive with.

Despite all of that, the fennec was chittering with delight at the warmth that the bread offered to him, and the light, wicking moisture that stuck to his fur as steam continued to settle, until the bread was comfortable to the touch. Up on the prep table, the fennec was scarcely larger than the loaf, and much skinnier, but that was okay; he liked his bread to be nice and thick, and didn't care who judged him for being into the heavier grains.

They just didn't know what they were missing.

"I can see how nervous you are. You're getting cold to the touch," he said, feeling a little disappointment that the bread didn't carry warmth as well as he'd hoped. "Don't you worry about that. I can warm you up if you let me...I think you'll love my methods."

Still, the bread didn't say anything back. It couldn't technically consent: it was bread. It didn't have the ability to know that the fennec was getting ready to have his way with it, as he dragged his claws along what he thought was the back end of the loaf, leaving tiny scratches in the surface of the dark, brown crust, revealing a lighter, tan colored meat underneath.

The fennec flushed just a little at the sight of the exposed flesh, feeling that perhaps he'd gone a step too far, but the sight was so enticing, so erotic that he just couldn't stop himself. He knew that it might be a step too far, but there was no turning back from where he'd gone. He had to go through with it, and like it or not, the bread was going to take everything that he could offer it.

Soft and pliable, the loaf was just strong enough to stand up to the tiny fox, as he began to lean over the edge of the loaf and press his hips up to the crust. It gave just from the touch of his hips, but there wasn't any penetration just yet. Wincing a little, the fennec held still as his cock began to emerge slowly from the sheath between his legs, and the tip sent a shock wave of pleasure up into his body as it brushed back and forth over the delicate, smooth surface of the loaf.

"Y-you like that, baby? Yeah...I know you do...a sexy little loaf like you just f-fuckin' loves feeling a cock on her bare ass," the fennec claimed, as he grinned down at the loaf of bread, who was unable to look back up into the devious glimmer of his eyes. He was eyeing the loaf with all of the same intensity of a homeless, starving man who hadn't so much as whiffed food in weeks, but his intentions were far darker, as his rod continued to grow and press against the back end of the crust.

Finally, as his length came to a full erection, the tip pressed through the crust, robbing the bread of what could be considered any virginity that would belong to a loaf of freshly baked wheat. The fennec whimpered in delight as warmth that was trapped in the center of the loaf enveloped his cock and surrounded it with the pleasant, soothing grasp of soft, airy meat and warm steam, acting as the perfect pocket for the fennec to bury his manhood inside of. His hind legs pressed forward as he rammed his hips hard, but the loaf was heavy enough to stay exactly in place, never moving despite the sexually driven efforts of the fennec.

"Damn...you've even tighter than I thought! Fuck yeah...you're a good little loaf...you love taking this fox cock, don't you?" he asked, continuing to treat the loaf of bread as if it was nothing more than a washed-up porn star or a common whore. To him, it could have been worth even less than that, as he knew that it was actually nothing more than an object that he had a strange sexual fascination with, but it was one that he couldn't shake. He didn't care what others might think of him...the embrace of the soft, fluffy meat of the bread felt amazing around his shaft, and the warmth that moved up and down over his body as he bucked his hips gave the kind of delightful pleasure that he couldn't find in any other way.

It was certainly a little odd for him that the bread never responded to all of his advances and dirty talking, though.

The chefs who baked the bread in the nearby oven were nowhere to be found as their hard work was literally defiled by the eager fennec, who continued to scratch and claw at the surface of the bread, stripping away more and more of the crust and leaving a pattern that looked to be almost intentional by design. The fennec was already wincing his eyes shut tight and panting as he pressed on, pounding his length as deep as he could into the hole that he'd created, one that seemed to reform and clench around his flesh every time that he pulled his hips back. He took no breaks, however, and gave the bread no proper chance to recover as he slammed his member back inside each time, and the loaf squeaked a little bit from the pressure of his paws squeezing around the edges.

His weight was never enough to deform the resilient loaf, however. It always sprung back into place for another thrust, even as the fennec finally approached his inevitable orgasm.

"You've been such a g-good little bitch," the fennec moaned, giving the loaf an occasional nibble, "I...ahh...ahh... I'm gonna give you a nice, s-sweet cream filling, baby...f-fuck, I'm cumming! Y-yes!"

All of the noise should have been enough to alert someone, but the fennec and the loaf of bread enjoyed privacy all the way through the act as he finally climaxed. His body tensed up as his knot plugged up the hole that he'd created, keeping him locked inside of the loaf of bread even as his hips tried to buck. His leg eventually kicked up and over the loaf of bread as the fennec gave a proper tie, and every drop of seed that he had to offer was spilled into the center of the loaf, right into the small path that he'd carved out with his own genitals. The bread soaked up all of the creamy, sticky ejaculate, and slowly, the fennec collapsed on the table, with another satisfied sigh, and another satisfied loaf of bread.

The next day, unbeknownst to the fennec, the bakery that he lived in would be selling another loaf of their new "sweet bread," with a secret recipe that they refused to share...but everyone sure seemed to love it...