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I would have never guessed that Mickey and I would have so much fun on our little week long vacation to Seattle. What was so strange about our trip was that it didn't rain as much as I thought it would; very unusual for a city known for getting rain almost every other day! Anyway, despite the strange weather, we had such a wonderful time seeing the sights, and wouldn't you know ti? That pain in the ass fox actually talked me into having lunch at the Space Needle, which I had been warned was a tourist trap and quite expensive to enjoy a meal there. Oh, well . . . I couldn't say "no" to my cute foxie boy.

After I bought what had to be the most expensive lunch in all of history, Mickey and I decided to do some shopping around town. Mickey was interested in buying his relatives some souvenirs, and I was just happy to get out of the Space Needle. We ended the day by going hiking through Mt. Rainier and finally having an evening picnic out on Puget Sound. The scenery was just so beautiful, so tranquil, it seemed like the perfect time to ask Mickey a particular question I'd been planning on asking him during our vacation.

"What a day," said my fox, looking out towards the waters. "Glad we picked this place to go on vacation, Johnny."

"Me too," I said, putting my arm around his neck and feeling his head resting on my shoulder. "Whoever thought that we'd be in Seattle and barely see a drop of rain?"

Mickey snickered at my observation. "Yeah, but you know what else I thought I'd never see?"

"What's that?" I asked.

"I never thought I'd meet somebody as special as you, as loving as you or as wonderful as you, Johnny. It's like we were destined to be together, don't you think?"

"Actually," I said, reaching into my pocket. "I was hoping you'd say that, because I've been wanting to do this for a long time." Mickey watched as I turned around, got on one knee and opened a small containing a plain gold ring. I watched my boyfriend's eyes light up like spotlights.

"Mickey Collins," I said, trying to fight back my emotions. "Would you make me the happiest wolf in the world right now? Will you marry me?"

I watched as Mickey's eyes filled up with tears before he threw his arms around my neck. "Yes, yes, yes," he said excitedly. "Oh, Johnny, I just knew that you would ask me to marry you during this trip."

"Really?" I said. "What gave it away?"

My fox laughed. "Nothing in particular; just call it vulpine intuition."

"Vulpine intuition?" I said with a snicker.

"Well," he said grinning. "That and I saw the receipt from the jeweler's that you didn't bother to hide; doesn't take a genius to figure out that you're getting an engagement ring for me right before we leave for vacation."

I had to admit, Mickey figured out things really well, and I apparently needed to do a better job of covering my tracks when I hoped to keep a secret from him. After all, his species was known for being very cunning and sneaky. I gave him a friendly shove.

"Yeah, yeah," I said. "You just think you're quite the sly one, don't you?"

"The slyest," he proudly said. "So,, how about we find a justice of the peace or some body around here who can marry us? I don't want to go back home without us saying that we'll be together for the rest of our lives."

"As you wish," I said.

It so it was that two days before Mickey and I flew back home, we were married. I have to say, the experience was one part surreal, one part dream come true. Though I loved Mickey more than anything in the world, it still felt weird to be getting married to a male beast, probably because I'd long ago convinced myself that I would be getting married to a female, if I ever got married at all. Don't get me wrong; I wasn't embarrassed, nor did I have cold feet or any regrets. In fact, once the minister we hired pronounced us legally married, all the weirdness just seemed to melt away like an ice cube on a hot day. I couldn't believe how overjoyed I was; marrying the love of my life. I could tell that Mickey felt the same way as I did. We'd be going home in a few days, only this time we'd be returning as a happily married couple.

We came back home Friday afternoon, and by that time, we were ready to be back home again. Vacations were nice, but they could also be a giant pain in the ass. I remember how relieved Mickey and I felt when we finally got inside our nice, cozy apartment.

"Finally," I said, throwing my luggage on the floor. "At least we have until Monday morning before we have to go to work again. I'm gonna need those days to rest up after all we did this past week."

"Me too," said Mickey, placing his luggage next to mine. "Although I'm not so tired that I don't want to have . . . fun."

I could see that sly, mischievous grin on his muzzle. I knew exactly what he was talking about, and I felt the same. I watched him walk into our bedroom, leaving a trial of his clothes behind. With my horn drive cranking up to overload status, I quickly followed behind him as I one by one tossed my clothes behind me. By the time I got to our bedroom, there was my foxie boy, my husband standing with his back to me, his tail lifted into the air so I could see his rear. God damn, he still had the cutest butt I'd ever seen in my life. Naked as he was now, I walked behind him and put my paws on that tight, cute ass of his. He laughed as I moved my paws up, wrapping my arms around his midsection as I nuzzled into his neck.

"You're just the cutest foxie boy in the world, you know that?" I whispered into his ear. "So kind, so loving, so loyal . . ."

"So good at sucking your cock," he said with a grin.

"That too," I said. "And did I ever tell you that you've got the cutest butt I've ever seen?"

Mickey laughed. "Only about ten times a day since we first met," he said, feeling my thick arms hold him closer. "Not that I mind, though. You know how I love it when you compliment me."

"Sure do," I said. "Don't want to do anything to hurt my cute foxie boy's self esteem."

"If you really want to help my self-esteem," said Mickey, giving me shove that caused me to fall back on our bed. "How about you let me have some fun right now?"

I laughed at my husband's act. One thing that I liked about Mickey is how calm, laid back and friendly he was when we first met. Being new to dating other males, I was glad that he let me set the pace for our relationship. Being completely honest, I think anyone else would have scared me away, but not Mickey. He knew how to take things slowly, not pushing me to do anything that I wasn't comfortable with. God, I was so lucky to have him for a husband.

My reddish brown fox skulked up in between my legs, seeing that I was already quite excited. He licked his lips, wanting so badly to get a taste of me after going almost twenty four hours without intimate contact. I looked up at the ceiling before closing my eyes after my fox had sent his first lick along my length. No matter how many times he pleasured me, no matter what mood I was in, this never, ever got old. I guess it helps when the two people doing this genuinely love each other like Mickey and I do. I now felt his hot maw enveloping my member, but I had other ideas in mind.

"Hey," I said. "How about you lie on your side so I can pleasure my cute foxie boy?"

Mickey stopped sucking, looking over at me. "Sounds like a plan."

We repositioned ourselves so we could service each other. Even though I'm six inches taller and bigger than Mickey, he seemed to have no problem getting at my junk, nor did I have any difficulty getting at his. Our bedroom was filled with the sounds of two cocks being sucked on at the same time; a sound that was music to both our ears. It was the perfect atmosphere for our little intimate acts, as I had installed a knob on the wall that allowed me to adjust the brightness in our bedroom; and right now, it was nice and dim. Both of us ignored the noise from the city outside our apartment. That was a world away to us. All we cared about was pleasing each other.

Just as I expected, Mickey went to work again, bobbing his muzzle up and down on my rock hard wolfhood, as I went to work on his foxhood. Looking back, it didn't take me too long after I first met Mickey to start trying out oral. In fact, it was only the second day we'd known each other that I went down on him. I thought it would take weeks, even months before I was ready for that, if I was every ready at all, but life is weird sometimes, and I wasn't complaining at all. As Mickey sucked harder and harder on my cock, it only encouraged me to suck harder too. Both of us were lost in a sea pre-orgasmic bliss; both wanting to have our first climax in over twenty four hours, which believe me, was a very long time for us. I grabbed hold of Mickey's butt, giving it a tight squeeze. He always loved it when I did that, because he knew how much I treasured that part of him, and because it was my signal to let him know I was close to cumming.

My new husband wasted no time in really getting to work; sucking on my cock like it might be illegal tomorrow. I did the same to him, and I was quickly rewarded with his cum. Even without him saying a word, I could tell Mickey was even more horny than usual from the strong blast of fox seed that was flowing into my mouth and down my throat. It was probably the biggest one I'd ever taken so far. I pulled off his cock once he was done shooting his load, but I still had yet to cum. I was almost there when . . .

DING DONG!

Just my luck; somebody outside my apartment was ringing the doorbell. I would have ignored it, but the sound of the ringing seemed to kill my erection within seconds. Grumbling, I got out of bed and put my clothes back on; cursing the fact that I'd have to wait awhile to have my own orgasm. Once I was fully dressed, I went over to the door and looked through the peephole. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"Jasmine?" I said opening the doorbell.

"Hi, Johnny," said the she-wolf.

Was I dreaming? The last time Jasmine and I spoke, she was living at my old apartment. Oh, I had some questions for her now.

"How did you know I was living here?" I asked her, still shocked at her presence.

"When I saw that you were moved out, I followed you home from work one day," she said.

Oh Jesus. Now that was definitely a creepy move on her part. I didn't like the idea that somebody I used to date was following me to my new home. "Jasmine," I said, trying not to get upset. "I . . . I really don't appreciate you stalking me."

"That's not what I was trying to do," she said in a mildly pouting tone.

"Sure feels like it," I said. "Anyway, what is it you want?"

"My boyfriend and I broke up," she said.

"Sorry to hear that," I said, not really meaning it.

"I was wondering," she said, rubbing her paws together and giving me a sweet smile. "Is there anyway I could stay with you, at least for tonight?"

This was just getting crazier by the moment. I couldn't believe the audacity of this bitch, and I proceeded to give her a piece of my mind. "Stay with me?" I said, my jaw hanging wide open in disbelief. "You want me to let you stay here, after you ran off with another guy without any warning at all? After you moved out on the day I was going to propose to you?"

"Johnny," she said, trying not to cry. "I'm sorry. I made a huge mistake, but I know that I can make it up to you if you just give me a chance."

I folded my arms in contempt. "It's too late for that, Jasmine," I said, still feeling the pain of her having dumped me in such a heartless fashion. "Besides, I'm married now."

She wiped some tears from her face. "Married?" she said, obviously shocked by my revelation. "When, when did this happen?"

"Only a few days ago," I said. "I was on vacation, and we decided that we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together, so we got hitched."

I could tell by her expression that she was not taking this well. "Oh? Well, who's the lucky girl?" she asked.

"Who's at the door, Johnny?" I heard Mickey call from our bedroom.

"Just someone I used to know," I answered.

I turned around, seeing Mickey, now fully dressed, walk up to me and smile at Jasmine. "Hi," he said. "You a friend of Johnny's?"

Maybe it was the sex in the air, maybe it was the way Mickey put his arm around my waist. Whatever it was, I watched Jasmine's face go from one of confusion, to one of shock and revulsion. "You," she said, trying to enunciate the words. "You married to him . . . aren't you?"

"Yes, ma'am," said Mickey, holding out his paw for her to shake it. "I'm Mickey, Johnny's new husband."

It wasn't until she heard that I had a "husband" that Jasmine really started to lose it. "I can't believe this," she yelled, obviously not caring about the peace of my neighbors. "You mean to tell me that I went out with you for two and a half years, and you were gay?"

"I don't care about the labels," I said, getting angry. "And if we're going to have a contest about our behavior, just remember, you left without saying a word, moved out all your stuff, and all I was left with was a note. A fucking note after two and a half years. Unbelievable, Jasmine."

"Faggot," she snarled at me. "You sick, dirty faggot, and the same goes for your little faggy fox of a husband!"

By this time, other tenants had opened their doors and were staring at us. I never wanted to known as the neighbor who was responsible for creating disturbances in the building, and I'd had just about enough of my ex-girlfriend insulting my new husband.

"Jasmine," I said with a growl. "You need to leave, right now."

"So what if I don't leave?" she asked, flaring her nostrils at me. "You gonna call the police?"

"Yes I will," I said. "But not before I bust you in the chops for insulting my husband. Now, choice is yours. Either get going, or I'll lay your ass out on the floor."

Jasmine chose to leave, but not before she had spat several more curse words at Mickey and I. If it hadn't been for Mickey pulling me back, I probably would have slapped that bitch. The nerve of some people never ceased to amaze and disgust me. I was still breathing fire as Mickey walked me over to the couch and sat me down. "God I'd like to rip her head off after she talked to you like that," I said, still super pissed off.

"Try and chill out, Johnny," he said. "She's gone now."

"For now," I said. Something told me, I'd be seeing her again whether I wanted to or not.