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"Honeymoon Hoax Backfires"

SHORT STORY

Week 1, Day 2:

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Alicia sauntered back to her holiday home with a gleeful spring in her step. Already this trip was paying off. Today had been a blast: making friends with some of the other guests, drinks at the resort bar, full beauty treatment...she was rightly pleased with herself.

Lucked out big time, beeyatch! She punched the air triumphantly, careful not to let her robes slip. The path was empty, but you never know who might stumble across an accidentally-nude twenty-something at a place like this. If Jake saw her...oh no, that would be the worst!

Alicia was a fairly average red fox. Medium height, medium curves, nice legs. That about summed her up. She wasn't spectacular, yet she never fretted over her appearance. Her waistline, butt and thighs held a plumpness to them, an attractive curvature that turned heads enough to maintain a steady supply of boyfriends.

The path opened up before her, palm trees flanking the sand-covered road at regular intervals. Up ahead was her holiday apartment -- one of several in this little corner of paradise. Her bare paw-pads pressed against the ground with each confident stride; the feeling of soft sand, of her feet sinking comfortably into the mineral silk, was a pleasurable experience. Made even more enjoyable as her body shivered, still feeling the loosening effects of the massage and spa treatment earlier in the day. Her sensual, robe-clad form emerged from the pathway, arriving at the apartment.

Climbing up the stone stairs to the front door, she retrieved her keys from the robe's pocket. Entering, she slowly closed the door behind her and walked to the kitchen to pour herself a drink. Non-alcoholic. She wasn't in the mood for booze. Taking a moment to bask in the wave of cool air from the opened fridge, Alicia plucked a bottle of pineapple juice from its hiding place. Popping the top, she downed the whole lot in one gulp, not patient enough to fetch a glass; her thirst quenched after walking in the humid evening air. The cold flow of liquid down her gullet sent freezing sensations through her core.

Letting out a satisfied belch, the svelte vixen ambled over to the balcony. She heard the shower running.Jake must be in there, she thought. She slid open the screen window and stepped out. Gazing at the tropical island vista, she gave an impressed whistle. Her brother had reluctantly agreed to this trip, but even he -- in all his grumpiness -- had to admit this place was amazing.

Alicia threw off her robe, baring her body to the world. Standing out on the balcony, she surveyed the resort grounds. In the distance a ring of single-storey condos encircled the island resort, each built to match the tropical aesthetic of the landscape. Nestled beneath palm trees and backed up against the seafront, they were home to many holidaymakers. The beaches here were truly beautiful. Brilliant, dazzling white sand -- fine to the point of powder -- sprinkled with a multi-coloured explosion of broken seashells. The waters too were divine. The perfect balance of temperature. And crystal clear -- one could dive under and see for miles.

Her boobs swayed as she leaned on the railing. This place was fine with occasional nudity, as long as it wasn't employed to tempt married men (or women) away from their spouses. Pleasant weather was an added bonus. A nice breeze blew through her naked fur, and the sunlight warmed her weary frame. A naughty grin spread across her face as the wind tickled her pussy-fur.

"_Hmpf._Better put something on before Jake finishes his shower."

She returned inside. Digging through her wardrobe, she pulled out a casual dress -- its light blue colour appealed to her. Putting it on, she adjusted herself and took a look in the mirror.Nice, she thought, it makes me look pretty, but not slutty. _Perfect balance!_She contemplated adding a pair of flat sandals to the mix, but decided against it. Her paws shall remain free.

Alicia sat on the side of the bed, scratching behind her ear.

The_shunt_ of the shower door reached her ears. The wet slap of Jake's paws on the ceramic tiles. Then a flurry of whooshing, flopping sounds as he dried himself. He cracked open the door, peeking through the thin opening to check if the coast was clear.

The male fox shuffled across the room, under the assumption he was alone. As he reached the bedroom he was about to discard his towel until a voice from behind him spoke...

"Hey there Jakey-boy."

Startled, he jumped in place. Jake's heart danced in his chest at the surprise. He hadn't been expecting Alicia for another hour.

"Oh, hey sis," he answered, embarrassed by his appearance, "when did you get back?" He moved quickly to find some clothes to wear, soldiering through his awkwardness in the company of his sister with nary a towel 'round his waist.

"Just in."

"What did you get up to?"

"Oh, y'know. Spa day with the girls. Drinks." She ran her paw through her neatly-brushed fur, taking a look at her freshly-manicured claws afterwards.

"Hanging 'round the bar again, without me? Are you trying to get us caught!?"

"Relax, geez! We've just started this getaway, don't go gettin' all paranoid."

"I'm not paranoid!" he protested, "I'm being safe! If it looks like you're getting flirty with some of the guys...if they don't think we're...if we don't act, you know,together..."

She rolled her eyes. This was a familiar argument. "I know."

"I know you know. I just want us to not fuck this up."

"It wasn't a big deal anyway. Me, Tandi, Grace and Megan were the only ones at the bar."

"You've made friends quick."

"Mm-hmm," she mumbled, kicking her legs against the bedside, "makes sense to have some company besides you here."

She coughed, clearing her throat. "Aaaa-ny-way, what did you do today?"

"Me?" Jake dressed himself in the other room, grabbing the first set of clothes he came across. "Me and some of the guys went hiking along the cliffs. Man, it was somethin' else. You should've seen it, we could look out across the ocean for miles and miles. Awful pretty up there."

"Sounds cool."

"Mm. Then we went to the sports centre. Worked up quite a sweat. They've gotta mean tennis court, I'm talkin' professional-quality gear..." Jake put one leg through his underwear, then the other, lifting them up underneath the towel. He continued to dress himself, adorning his athletic body with shorts and a t-shirt. Alicia watched him from the middle of the room. His figure was attractive, yes, yet he only enjoyed several short-term relationships in his adult life. Differences of personality, she surmised. Her brother could be a bit of an awkward oddball.

They sat side-by-side on the bed. Jake brought an arm around his sister and hugged her. "We've been here two days, you expect us to be able to con them for a whole month?"

Alicia rested her head on his shoulder. Her black-tipped ears poked his cheek. "It's not the hardest thing in the world. We can do it. Everything's been going according to plan so far."

"All it takes is one slip-up."

"Shush you."

They remained sitting together for some time. Alicia idly entangled her feet with his, their foot-paws brushing together subtly . The atmosphere held a surreal quality to it. The vulpine siblings snuggled for a while longer, before Alicia's stomach growled.

"Hungry?"

"Clearly," she smiled. Standing up off the bed, Alicia waltzed into the combined kitchen/dining room. "You want something to eat too?"

"Yeah," he called back to her.

"Wanna go to a restaurant or stay here?"

"What do you think?" Jake asked as he joined her.

"I don't want to have to wander around and pick a place. Not tonight."

"How about room service? We haven't tried that yet."

"Good point." The pair found the room service menus on the kitchen counter. After settling on a choice of food, Jake picked up the phone. While he spoke Alicia wandered over to the TV and turned it on.

"...that's it yeah...we are at apartment number..."

Flicking through the channels, Alicia hoped to find something worth watching. Being on the other side of the world brought with it a distinct absence of English-language television -- despite the resort catering almost exclusively to Westerners, and staffed by them as well.

"...and the trip code...trip code..."

Jake looked over to his sister. "Alicia, you're the one who handled all the bookings and such, what's our trip code again?"

"CB-367."

"CB-367," Jake repeated over the phone. That single identification code was used to handle all their expenses, it was a pretty nifty system.

"...okay...thanks, bye..."

Hanging up, Jake walked over and collapsed onto the couch beside his sister. "Food should be here soon."

* * *

After the meal, their hunger sated, Jake and Alicia decided to call it a day. Both were exhausted from the various activities they had taken part in, Jake more so than his sister.

"You get the couch tonight, I'll take the bed."

His sister groaned. All the furniture, with the exception of the one bed, was not really suited for sleeping on...not pleasantly at least. "Aww c'mon Jake, that's gonna really mess my back up. And after my massage and everything!"

Her whining failed to budge her brother, who dismissed her compliant. "Hey, we agreed. Remember?"

She puffed her cheeks like a petulant child being scolded.

"Fine."

Two Months Ago:

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Alicia was due a break. A holiday. An escape from the (frankly) boring day-to-day of her adult life. Work had been piling up at her job lately. You see, she was an office drone. A beleaguered corporate wage slave condemned to a lifetime of stuffy boardrooms, tedium-inducing cubicles, itchy black skirts, and agonisingly dull co-workers -- unless she had anything to say about it. She had a wild side that needed unleashing from time to time. Even something small like a day off was a blessing, allowing her to hit the town and have fun.

Her brother, Jake, was the polar opposite. His job was a lot more creative, working as a digital artist for a small-time graphic design studio. Personality-wise, however, he'd fit right in to an office like hers. Straight-edged, by-the-books, a bit anti-social but otherwise quite sweet. Especially towards his doting older sister. Well, Alicia wasn't_that_ much older than Jake. Under a year thereabouts. The two foxes felt more like twins when it came to their relationship. Fights were rare, despite the gulf in attitude.

Their jobs were situated rather close to one another, so in genius move of financial planning they shared a rented house. Friends would come over often, using their home as a place to crash. Sometimes for weeks, sometimes for months. It never bothered the pair. Other times they sub-let, taking on roommates as a source of extra income. Cooking, cleaning, and laundry duties were shared -- alternating between Alicia and Jake each week. Their living arrangement suited them for the time being. Once they reached their late twenties they'd probably part ways, especially if one or both of them found themselves a partner. That was a worry for another day, however.

Alicia had been nagging her brother to plan a trip abroad for ages. For her benefit mainly, but it didn't hurt to drag him along. As long as it was somewhere she could go swimming, she was happy. The prettier the waters, the better.

She'd found the holy grail of getaways in one of her magazines. Beneath its crinkled pages it lay, a full-page advertisement promising the time of her life.

Exotic locations! Excitement! Adventure! All expenses paid! Hers for the taking.

There was just one slight flaw in her plan...

"You want me to do what!?"

"Just...erm...pretend...you're my uhm...husband..."

Jake stared at his sister, dumbstruck. What on Earth was she trying to pull?

"Pre...pruh...pretend we're married?"

"Yes," she stated, matter-of-factly, "you need to be a couple to go here." She held up the brochure in front of his face, and tapped on the advert in question.

"Do you know how crazy you sound right now!?"

She smooshed the page into his face. "Just read it ya big dummy!"

"Starlight Isles," he grumbled, "that's the name of this place, huh?"

"Yup."

He reluctantly read the blurb on the page:

Starlight Isles. A romantic resort destination exclusively for honeymooning couples, located on a chain of islands in the Pacific Ocean. Boasting some of the finest beaches and natural landscapes in the tropics, Starlight Isles is the No. 1 destination for newlyweds wishing to make their first steps into married life as magical as possible. With a large, secluded complex of restaurants, bars, apartments, sports and swimming facilities, top of the range massage parlours and spas, and much much more -- all spread across three stunningly beautiful islands, with regular boat trips between and special aquatic tours and diving classes on offer (for the adventurous among you) -- you will never be bored! Come see the sights, relax at the beach, retire to your luxurious apartment to re-live the passion of your wedding night...get the five-star treatment for you and your partner at the Starlight Isles!

A picture of a smiling feline couple at an (admittedly) jaw-dropping tropical location accompanied the description. Jake continued reading, making sure he understood everything Alicia was trying to show him. "Not gonna lie, that place looks awesome. But god-damn is it expensive! Look here," he pointed to the prices listed for various packages, "you'd have to be a millionaire to afford these!"

"Yeah, I knew that already. Duh!"

"And...no matter what, there's no way we're going!"

"Aw, you sound so negative."

"Alicia, we are siblings! Blood! How the fuck do you think going there is a good idea!?"

"Okay, okay. You're still missin' a few details."

He crossed his arms, wondering just how insane his sister actually was. "Like what?"

"For starters. You can win a trip there."

"That's how you propose to get around the cost, eh?"

"Exactly," she nodded, "I did a little digging on their website, and found that you can enter into a draw for an all expenses paid month-long trip, with a tonne of extra perks. A whole month!"

"A month..."

"That's not the best part!" she squealed with excitement, "in addition to that, they pay you a huge cash prize! 250,000 dollars!"

"A...a quarter of a million!? What...why?"

"Seeing as they're a resort exclusively for recently-married couples, it's somethin' about 'kick-starting married life with a bang', that's what it said on the website anyways. I guess they want the winners to have the best start to their life together. Some financial help to 'begin your new family' if the resort is to be believed."

Jake rubbed his temples. "Ugh," he groaned, his eyes shut, "sis...this is fucking stupid! We're not gonna try and cheat our way into a paid vacation. That's what your little scheme is, isn't it? Like, I'm not mishearing you. You and me pretend to be husband and wife and enter the competition. That's what you said, right? 'Pretend to be my husband'."

"I--"

"Because I'm not doing it. No way."

"Well...uh...that's the thing, Jakey-boy. I kinda already applied."

"God-dammit Alicia. You know you've always been a pain in my ass about shit like this, and before you start," he raised his paw, "no, it is not 'taking the initiative'. Just 'cause you call it that is doesn't make it somehow okay."

"Sorry, bro, but c'mon, we could both do with a break. And the money's pretty ballin' too."

"I suppose. If you'd come to me first with this idea of yours maybe I'd agree to it, but now? Now I just want you to scrap the whole thing." He sighed, and scratched his head. Alicia wore a dejected look, bummed out that her brother didn't want to go with her. "By the way," Jake asked, watching Alicia's ears perk up at his further questioning, "how did you apply on your own, don't you need two names to enter a couple?"

She gulped, then laughed nervously. "When I was applying I, uh, put both our names down."

Jake's face went white. "You didn't..."

"Um, yep. I did."

Rage built up inside him, 'till it reached breaking point. He exploded: "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING!? YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO PUT MY NAME TO ANY OF THIS! HOW DARE YOU EVEN--"

"Surprise!" she cut him off mid-tirade, shoving another piece of paper into his face. Jake took hold of it and put his fit of rage to one side. This one looked like an e-mail she'd printed.

Studying the printout, he soon realised how much trouble they were going to be in.

"You won..."

"We won," she corrected him. "Luck of the draw, sure, but still...damn, we got ourselves a proper vacation! Haven't had one of those in a while, not since mom and dad divorced."

"I don't believe this."

"Neither do I bro, aren't we a couple o' lucky sons of bitches."

"Alicia, we can't accept this. We just can't."

"Why not?"

"Because...because it's fraud! I don't know if there's any legal obstacle to any of this, but morally? Morally, we've lied to win a competition. There's gotta be some kinda catch or something you haven't covered. They will find out!"

"C'mon man! This isn't a fucking bank heist. All we have to do is pretend we just got married. Easy as pie. I mean, we already have the same last name!"

"Okay fine. Say I agree to this, what then?"

"It says on the e-mail -- and I've verified this by the way -- the trip is for July."

"It's May now. That close?"

"Yup."

"And 250,000 dollars you say?"

"I'm not lying. I can show exactly where (and under what terms) the cash prize is available on their website. Read the whole thing if you don't believe me."

"Okay okay. I do believe you. You're a handful at times, but you're not a liar."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence bro."

"So what's the plan then? Just pack up and fly away?"

"I've got most of my vacation days still to take off, so I can use those." Alicia hemmed and hawed. "Will have to take unpaid leave for the rest, but with a quarter of a million in my pocket on the flight home that's no biggie. You?"

"I'll have to do something similar. A whole month though? That's a big ask. Wonder what my boss'll think...and how are we gonna explain a month-long absence to friends and family?"

"Jake-Jake-Jake," she tutted, "we can worry about that stuff later. We've got time. What we need to do first is sort out all of our professional obligations, make sure we're both free for the whole of July!"

They discussed plans for their trip to the Starlight Isles, touching on the many preparations necessary. Alicia was growing giddier every minute, and Jake was no less intrigued by the freedom such an amount of money could -- nay, would -- provide. A 50/50 split of the funds was discussed, but was modified to a 45/55 split in Jake's favour -- seeing as he was strong-armed into the whole affair by his sister. The conversation dwindled as their list of priority topics was slowly ticked off. Having set a plan in motion, their chatting turned back to the facts surrounding Alicia's impulse entering of the competition. Jake was particularly interested in the exact contents of what she submitted to them...

"What did you put down, apart from our names?"

"There was this whole fake lovey-dovey story of how met." Alicia then spoke in a sarcastic, insincere sort of way: "how it was love at first sight. How we always wanted to be together. How excited we were to get married, start a family together..."

"Geez, that's going a bit too far isn't it?"

"Not really. They lap that shit up. Plus I've no doubt other people entering the competition could write more enthralling romantic tales, so I needed to up the ante. Make it seem like we were really meant for each other. Remind me to coach you on our cover story before we get there, in case anyone asks."

"I still think this is a huge disaster waiting to happen."

"Well I'm gonna remember that, and rub it in your face when it's all over and done with. You'll be all like:waaa __g_ h, why can't_ I stay! Why can'tit go on forever! Like the big baby you are."

"Hey now, don't count your holiday chickens before they hatch. I -- and this is the important part -- I reluctantly agree to go with you. But I stand by what I just said. It's risky."

"Yeah sure whatever," Alicia begrudgingly agreed with his concerns, "but that adds to the excitement, doesn't it?"

Jake groaned.She's not gonna let thisslide is she?

"I guess."

"Great!" Alicia jumped for joy, clapping her hands. With her brother on board, she'd actually be able to take the trip and spend an entire month in paradise. An entire god-damn month! All they needed to do was keep their mouths shut about their actual relationship.

"We don't have to hold hands...or kiss do we?"

"Absolutely not!"

Week 1, Day 3:

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Three days in and they'd been successfully faking being a newlywed couple, enjoying the accommodations provided. The single master bedroom was a thorny issue, leaving them to take turns bunking on the couch. Neither were open to the idea of sharing a bed. The circumstances enabling their vacation were already far too intimate for either fox to ignore, or press further. Adding another layer of awkwardness wasn't in their best interests if they were to stay sane maintaining their lie for a whole month. So far no-one had discovered the truth about their relationship, the pair spent enough time together each day to compensate for individual activities, brooking no suspicion.

Alicia and Jake were currently sharing a round of drinks at the Isla Cabana Bar, their favourite haunt on the island. Alicia wore a low-cut sundress while Jake went shirtless, wearing only a pair of swimming trunks. Another beautifully sunny day in paradise accompanied the deceptive duo.

"What's the plan for today?" asked Alicia, nibbling on the lime in her cocktail.

"Dunno. You still going for a swim on the South beach later?"

"Yeah. I've heard it has some pretty dope coral reefs nearby. They have guides who can lead you to the best spots underwater"

"Hey that sounds cool. I might join you, if that's okay?"

"I thought you weren't the keenest swimmer."

"I...I'm not, but what you've described sounds kinda like a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Mark my words, I'd be kicking myself if I didn't try to venture outside my comfort zone on this trip."

"That's the spirit!" she cheered as she slapped him on the back, almost causing him to spit out his drink, "I knew this vacation would grow on ya."

"Excuse me," a refined masculine voice addressed them, "are you...Jake and Alicia Newell?"

Jake shuddered._Oh no, we've been found out._Their fun and games were over.

Shit shit shit shit shit...

His mind entered fight-or-flight mode. So consumed with panic Jake was he could barely hear anything outside his own head. The world had been drowned out 'midst the pounding headache of his anxiety stampeding through his mind. Time slowed, one second stretching out to infinity. Muffled voices tried to burrow through to his consciousness, barely audible, yet he could hear Alicia address whomever had spoken.

No! Don't engage, you'll land us in even deeper shit!

"That's us, yes."

Alicia, clearly_not_experiencing a panic attack like her unfortunate brother, swivelled 'round in her stool to face the newcomer. She was confronted with the sight of a tall, well-groomed lion. In keeping with the climate, he wore swimming trunks and a short-sleeved t-shirt. Bare-pawed, and with a towel draped over his shoulder, he cut an impressive figure. If he didn't have that tell-tale right-handed ear piercing Alicia would be first in line to chat him up. Such a pity. He was handsome, and soft-spoken.

"Hello to the both of you. I'm Matt. I work here at the Starlight Isles. I...uhm...is he alright?" he asked pointing to Jake, the fox's ears flicking nervously as he faced towards the bar.

"Oh he's fine. Bit twitchy. He does this sometimes." Alicia went and tapped her brother on the shoulder. "Hey, Jakey-boy, you there?"

"Hmmpf...ah...yes--yes, sorry. Sorry," he joined Alicia and Matt, pushing the fear of discovery to the back of his mind. "I was day-dreaming!" Taking a moment to catch his breath, he shook the lion's paw.

"I apologise. I didn't mean to startle anyone."

"I'm fine, really!" Jake waved away Matt's concern, leaving the attendant to carry on the conversation.

"Well, I hope you are both enjoying your honeymoon. I wanted to check up on things now that you've been here a couple days."

"Simply divine," Alicia purred.

"Yeah, I gotta admit, this place is great."

"I'm happy to hear it. Now, I have you two down for some assigned activities during your time here." He produced a branded notebook. The two foxes glanced at each other, confused. Matt paid no heed to their consternation as he flicked through the pages. "We have a photo shoot scheduled for today, as part of the deluxe package. It's a private location, so you needn't be concerned about peeping Toms. We'll provide the swimsuits..."

He paused for a moment, hemming and hawing to himself.

"What's your trip code...CB-367, isn't it?"

"Uh, yeah, that's it all right." Alicia stammered. She watched him note the code down.

"Wonderful, then I'll be seeing you at two o'clock for the shoot. I'll come to your room to pick you both up. Will need you to clean up first, have a shower or a bath. Look your best. Sound good, huh?"

Jake and Alicia shared a nervous look. Fortunately, Matt hadn't been paying enough attention to pick up on their apprehension. Nobody spoke aloud, but between the two foxes they both knew they had to play along. They just hoped it wouldn't get...weird.

* * *

"Beautiful, beautiful. Now Jake, could you put your arm around your darling wife for this next one?"

Jake followed Matt's instruction and held his sister, placing a paw on her waist as she rested her head on his shoulder. Matt snapped a couple more pictures. It took every ounce of strength for the pair to keep a straight face, and avoid screaming bloody murder at what they were doing.

"Alicia, could you budge over a little closer to your husband."

She nodded, and pressed herself against him. Her breathing grew shallow. They had been put into all kinds of sexy poses, and Matt was capturing every single sinful scene on his camera. The clicking noise of the shutter irritated her, a tinny commotion that made her skin crawl. Herself and Jake steadfastly played the part of the shy young couple, excited to have their picture taken. Played it expertly. This was a long con after all.

At Matt's request she turned to face Jake, hugging his waist, pressing her stomach against his. Her breasts squashed against his chest, causing him to blush; her the form-fitting bikini threatened to pop. Her butt pinched the thin G-string bottoms she was wearing. Did it have to be so revealing?

C'mon Alicia,_her naughty side teased, _live a little. Forget he's your bro.

Ooh, that tiny devil whispered into her ear such licentious words. What wouldn't she give to unlearn that troublesome fact? Wait...what!? That's not like her, not like her at all!

You don't even have to do anything serious, just play pretend.

Those words.Play pretend. Those soothing words. Oh how her thoughts teased, filling the space left when her worry melted away.

Jake suffered a similar temptation. The soft, cushiony feel of his sister's form against his. The allure of her revealing swimwear. The constant gaze levelled upon him by the mechanical eye of Matt's camera. Pressure, damned pressure! He was reaching his breaking point. The tight speedos he wore helped little, snugly supporting his bulge, applying faint pressure to his loins. Beneath them his sheath tightened, coaxing what meagre feelings of pleasure this moment could offer -- if only she weren't Alicia. If only. Guilt would never have factored into this palpable mix of emotion.

They changed pose, this time closer than ever before. Face-to-face, staring into each other's eyes. Jake leaned forward, Alicia reclined back in his arms. Their sensualised attire, their inhibitions breaking down, the entire situation betrayed them. Something was off. Both of them felt it. They were seeing each other in an altogether different light. Their thoughts were of each other, with nary a mention of family. It started slow, unnoticeable. A mild shift in opinion. This morning everything was normal, everything was okay. Now...they weren't so sure. Were they always this close? No...yes? Stumbling drunkenly past a tipping point in their lives? No, they reassured themselves, this was normal. This was how things were. How things should be. How they always had been, they just never noticed.

And like that, everything changed...

Alicia froze in her brother's arms. She felt his chest shake with each breath, his face flushing red with embarrassment. Deep crimson hues clearly visible in the fur-less flesh of their vulpine ears. His jaw was shut tight, any harder and he'd be grinding his teeth. This was getting too...intimate. Too real. They needed to bail.

Jake could tell she was uncomfortable. "A couple more, then we can leave," he whispered. Surely Matt was running out of film by now? He felt her soft fur mesh with his own, tickling his torso. The lion remained oblivious to their distress, content to take picture after picture. He wasn't the most astute person they'd ever met. Were they that convincing? Or he was looking at them another way.

Matt was talking, but his words were lost on them. They were the only beings of importance in the universe right now. The lion watched the transformation unfold. In their faces. In their eyes. In their very souls it could be seen. He'd been photographing a perky, upbeat couple. They came across as kind, likeable, quick with a joke. His brief meeting with Alicia and Jake told him as much. They looked so right for each other. And now they were free to express themselves, to reveal their innermost feelings. Matt enjoyed seeing true love blossom and flourish among the guests here. Watching them step off the plane and enter into a world of passion, adventure, and carefree fulfilment. People like that were rare but they existed. Less pleasant were the rich, the facetious, the superficial. Gold-diggers. Marriages of convenience. The empty-headed. The fake. God, they were a chore to deal with! Always nagging, always making demands of the staff -- sometimes exorbitantly so. He knew where that attitude came from. After all, you'd have to be wealthy to even consider spending a day here. That's what made the two in front of him so special. They were from humbler stock. True love, in his eyes. They deserved to win this honeymoon.

"Guys, you're doing brilliantly," he said, "I'm...I'm awestruck at how well you can hold a pose. Ready for the big finale? Yes? No?" He waited for them to nod. "Excellent! I want you to hold there, right as you are, that's perfect...now...move your heads closer. Get those muzzles as close as you can...wait...back up a little...yes, good! Keep your cute foxy noses right beside one another, like you're just about to kiss. Yeah, like that. Beautiful. Beautiful."

Following his direction, they came closer. And closer...

"Listen guys, I know it's a helluva nerve-wracking thing to be photographed like this. You're not models, it's not something you're used to. If you wanna like actually kiss, that's great. If you don't, also fine. But please please please...and I say this from the bottom of my heart...hold that pose."

They obeyed, freezing in place, in perfect recreation of a man sweeping his woman off her feet. Their breathing stopped. One second.

Snap, snap, snap.

Two seconds.

Snap, snap, snap.

Three seconds. Jake was about to pass out.

A voice screamed inside his head:now or never!

He opened his mouth a tiny amount. His paw rested on the small of her back, above the curve of her ass. Another cradled her head. They locked lips. The kiss was intense.

Had Alicia been told_this_ is how her vacation with Jake would turn out, she'd have laughed you out of the room. Well then, who's laughing now?

Snap.

Another photo to commemorate the moment.

Snap.

Minds crying out in unison. Bodies shaking.

Snap.

Emboldened -- and on autopilot -- Jake pressed his luck. He mashed his lips against hers with fury unseen in any civilised creature. Those sopping, smacking, slurping masses of flesh bordering a jawline sculpted by the divine. He was surprised at his own eagerness. The dance of their muzzles proceeded heartily, conducted by the_snap, snap, snap_of Matt's camera shutter. Brother...sister...what did those words mean anyway?

Alicia sensed his hand sliding cautiously down from her lower back, and settling on the vixen's ass. Lightly squeezing, Jake manoeuvred his free paw around the curve of her glorious behind. A peach of just the right size to excite him. To Alicia, he massaged her with just the right amount of roughness to excite. Lips locked, they kept on going. She gripped handfuls of his back-fat (what little there was on his well-exercised body). He continued stroking, cupping her behind. She found purchase by grabbing his neck scruff to steady her balance. Together, they gently ran their paws through the other's silky, fine-haired fur.

Matt stood in rapturous awe. With one last push of the button he captured the final photograph, of Alicia and Jake bound in an intense, passionate kiss. They leapt out from the image, a vision of sexual desire straight out of a boudoir catalogue.

He called for them to stop. Their work was done.

Never once had they broken character. So spectacularly convincing their performance as husband and wife they had Matt completely fooled. Though, it had stopped being a 'performance' a while ago. The genie was out of the bottle, never to be put back in, no matter how much effort one expended.

What happened?_Their minds raced. _What did we just...?

To protect their sanity, they ignored the bad feelings. The unpleasant realisation. That was now part of the aether of their collective subconscious. It'll never bother them again. Let it cry all it wanted, a frightened and wounded hound calling for its owner. Too bad. No-one wanted this animal in their midst. Neither wanted to claim ownership, content to leave it languishing in the darkest corners of their recollection. A non-fact.

Why now?

There was a shred of doubt left. Always would be.Come on, they ordered, push that shit down, deep down. If they didn't think about it, it wasn't a problem. They could do all sorts of things to take their mind off of it, they were at a luxury resort in the tropics for God's sake! What couldn't they do? Let's have them drink and dance and swim and dive and run and laugh and roar and scream and shout and leap and smash and...and...and chase cars...dig holes...fight wild animals...who knows? Something. Anything to distract.

* * *

When they were suitably calm, they approached Matt, feigning gratitude for his handling of the photo shoot. The lion was a perfect gentleman about the whole affair. What's more, he offered to show them around some of the parts of the island resort they hadn't seen after his shift was finished. Their prayers were answered. Here was an offer too great to refuse, that filled that need for distraction they had been craving since the end of the shoot. Matt was starting to grow on them.

The evening came. After changing clothes they met Matt at one of the island's smokehouses. The air was heavy with the aroma of cured meat and fish, leaving visitors salivating. Returning after dark for a meal was certainly an option for the three. Matt intended present his favourite sights and sounds of the Starlight Isles to this buoyant young couple. Guests typically spent their time in the man-made sections of the resort, but there was a whole world beyond the beaten track, waiting for those willing to seek it out.

They toured the island, absorbing each breathtaking vista in turn. The sheer cliff face of the Southernmost point; a place Jake had briefly glimpsed during his hiking trips with some of the husbands. Smooth-pebbled beaches circling a clear blue lagoon, bursting with corals and multicoloured fish. They watched divers descend and frolic amongst the sea-life, guides leading groups of hand-holding couples through nature's bounty. Alicia wanted to go swimming at all of the best spots, and this one piqued her interest; oh, she was definitely booking an outing now. Matt evidently had a knack for finding the prettiest waters.

The West side of the island was largely uninhabited, and that allowed wildlife to flourish. Strolling through life-filled forests; hearing the call of tropical birds they let their new friend guide them around. Sunlight pierced the wooded canopy, thin shafts of radiant yellow shone through to the undergrowth. The paths were dusty, and rocky, but well-maintained. This used to be a popular attraction, Matt had explained, until the mini-safari opened on another island (worth a trip, he noted). It retained its charm even if the resort complex had since outgrown it.

Matt brought them further North, hugging the seafront and showing off his knowledge of the land. Standing stones, left by the islands original inhabitants -- now long extinct -- dotted the landscape as they emerged from the lush forest. He explained the lifestyle of early Polynesian settlers, pieced together from what scant records existed. How they spoke. How they lived. How they loved. There was something pleasant...something idyllic about those people's lives. Alone on an island in the middle of a vast ocean. Focusing on the simple things: hearth and home. There was sailing, fishing, and festivals; a functioning micro-society, long, long ago. It did not last. When Europeans found the island chain it had been deserted, no doubt lost to some ancient strife among the inhabitants. The carved standing stones they left behind piqued Jake's interest, seeing their works survive to this day -- it pleased his inner artist.

They were not finished yet. More to see. More to do. But the day soon came to a close and Matt brought them full circle, the sight of beach-side condos just over the next hill. He could always meet up with the Newells tomorrow, or the day after. He loved talking to them, engaging them in conversation as they explored. A break from the monotony of serving the very rich. He'd be sad to see them go. Still, he wasn't here to fraternise with every doe-eyed couple who set foot on the Starlight Isles. He could afford to indulge himself occasionally -- but the lion had work in the morning. Being a member of staff had its ups and downs, unfortunately.

Once their circuit of the whole island (one of several the resort complex spanned) was complete, the three seasoned wanderers chatted over dinner 'till late in the night, sharing stories and funny anecdotes. Jake and Alicia were ever-vigilant in keeping their secret, even as they drank the night away. Matt was more than happy to cater to them. Sharing a round of fancy cocktails in hollowed-out coconuts. He had a disarming personality that meshed well with the foxes' own. Maybe it was his way with words, or maybe it was something else, but they felt calm in his presence. Loose. Relaxed. Inhibition seemed like a dirty word, their erotic encounter earlier in the day being proof of that.

"Man, you are a stand-up guy, Matt. Good thing we met you, 'cause we were a little...uh...directionless. So much cool shit to do here, and we have the run of the place, y'know?"

"I do, I do. I am surprised you're feeling lost by day three. Most couples meticulously plan every minute of their break."

"Yeah, well," Alicia spoke up, "I'm sure they want every single dime they spend here to be worth it."

"There is a miserly aspect to it, yes."

"So tell me, Matt, why us? I mean, we're just some nobodies from the States. This place is packed with loads of folks on vacation, isn't spending an entire day with just one couple overdoin' it?"

"God don't get me started, 'cause I won't shut up! Spend as much time as me working here and you build up a tolerance to rich people's bullshit...but every now-and-then..."

"You need a break."

"Mm-hmm." Matt sipped his drink.

Jake nodded, understanding his plight. "Year after year, it would be grating if you didn't have a chance to shoot the shit with normal people."

"Exactamundo," Matt finger-gunned Jake to emphasize his point, "you're not like 'em." His face beamed, a huge smile spread across the lion's mug. "You're in the prime of your lives. You just married. You won a fabulous vacation. This...this...is livin' the dream. And you appreciate it!" He looked earnestly at the pair of them, alternating his gaze between Alicia and Jake. "You make a great couple. I'm jealous. You sexy things." He capped off his praise with a sly wink.

"Is that flirting, mister?" Alicia narrowed her gaze.

Matt laughed. "You should be more worried about me stealing away this darling stud right here," he wrapped an arm around Jake for effect, "than thinking I'd pull any move on you my dear!"

"Still chattin' up our guests Matty?"

"Knock it off Sal!" Matt turned to address the newcomer: a white-furred mouse with a petite frame. She'd appeared out of nowhere at their table. Matt, sensing his guest's confusion, and being the courteous and accomodating host he was, clarified the situation: "let me introduce my good friend, Sally."

"The island's resident nerd," the mouse added.

"C'mon. Don't call yourself that Sal, you're puttin' yourself down."

Sally glided over to their table, borrowing a chair from nearby. "You've been away from the rest of the world for too long Matty. Nerd shit is cool now."

"I'll take your word for it then."

"Mind if I sit?" she asked, taking her place beside the others.

"Not at all. Be nice to have a fresh face to talk to," Alicia chirped, "we're getting bored of ol' Mr. Kitty-Cat here."

"Very funny," Matt sarcastically responded, "taking you two out for drinks wasn't the smartest idea now was it?"

"Matty! You started without me!?"

"Sorry," Jake interrupted, "what going on?"

"Sally here has a streak of party animal in her. She wasn't gonna turn down an opportunity to make new friends and share a drink or two."

"So what's your connection?" Alicia quizzed the two staff members, "colleagues?"

Matt nodded. "We work together most of the time. When I started -- which was...oh...six years ago -- I mainly bartended. Then Sally joined us and a switch kinda flipped in my head after taking her under my wing. Decided I should aim for more than a bartender. As you two know well from today I moved into professional photography and (sometimes) guided tours. I handle the majority of the resort's official photo shoots."

"Yep, Matty likes his cameras, been like that since I met the guy. Myself? Came here three years ago after travelling the world. Back-packing for seven months straight. Once I found this place though, hah, I never left! The Isles are a killer place to work. The location alone is...is..."

"Amazing?" Alicia suggested.

"Yeah, it sure is."

"Sally tends towards the more techie side of things--"

"Hence: nerd."

"Yes, thank you...where was I? Oh yeah, Sal's hobby is videography. A popular service we offer to couples is creating films of their time here. Part of it, at least. She puts together the films and makes them pop!"

"You flatter me."

"Shh," Matt swiped at her incoming paw, Sally hoping to land a playful slap on his leonine features. "I'm not done yet. She even has plenty of medical training. First aid and such. Her background was in nursing, in fact."

"How'd ya end up here? Get caught filming your patients?" Alicia joked.

"Oh you...you are just a treat," Sally giggled, "no, just wanted a fresh start."

"Is there a lot of call for that?" Jake asked, "the medical stuff?"

"There can be. Y'know, emergencies. They tend to just happen. I prefer general medical duties. All part of the service here. But none of that compares to film-making."

Matt leaned over the table. "There are -- of course -- many types of films we produce here. Folks might want us to record them having a fun time at the beach, or diving among the reefs, but there are more...ahem...intimate offerings. All above board. All legal, in case you were worried."

Not wanting to bring up troublesome memories, ones the pair had spend their walking tour of island trying to forget, Alicia and Jake attempted to steer the conversation back to 'safer' topics.

It failed.

"Matty, Matty! These guys do the sexy photo shoot yet?"

"Sure did, took 'em myself."

With a fake smile, Alicia engaged the nosy mouse. "That was part of the vacation package we won." She turned to Jake to make a snarky aside: "apparently..."

"Oh wow you won the giveaway! Cool." The penny dropped. Sally snapped her fingers in a victorious manner. "Aha! That's why you guys are so chill!"

Jake rubbed his head. "Ach, c'mon Sal...Sally right?" he tripped over his words, "I've gone out hiking and played sports with some of the guys, they're not that bad."

"Trust me, spend a while workin' here and--"

Alicia cut her off: "yeah Matt gave us that spiel."

"Well it's true! So Matty, how'd you sniff 'em out?"

"Simple. These two," he said, pointing to Jake and Alicia, "exude it."

"It?" they asked in unison.

"Passion, affection, looking like you want to be here, looking like you belong. Y'know,love. Don't get me wrong this whole place is amazing and you are so so lucky to get a chance to visit but many couples are trying to make somethin' of their brand-new marriages that, frankly, just isn't there, and likely won't ever be."

Sally made a 'come hither' motion, instructing them to lean in close to hear what she had to say. "Gold-diggin' hoors," she whispered.

"Not how I would've phrased it, but...uhhh...yeah, sums up the attitudes of an awful lot of people who come here."

Alicia looked at them. "You two are really...open with all this."

Matt held up his coconut and shook it, rattling the straw and tiny paper umbrella. "Second round. We're starting to get talkative. Now the night's getting interesting!"

* * *

Escorting their honoured guests home, Matt and Sally dropped the sloshed foxes off at their holiday home in the wee hours of the morning._What a night,_they both thought. Jake had opened up more than the socially timid guy would admit. And Alicia? She certainly showed her true colours as the rambunctious and outspoken vixen she was. The fun and games, like most things, came to end. Sad faces all around when the bar closed.

As they departed, wanting to grab three or four hours shut-eye before the hustle and bustle of tomorrow, the lion and his mouse companion looked back at the apartment...

"They're gonna love tomorrow."

W** eek 1, **** Da ***y 4:*

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The following day started unpleasantly. The shrill cry of the alarm clock on the bedside table shattered the peace and quiet. Jake forced himself to rise, tearing his complaining body away from the comfort of the bed. He placed his foot-paws on the timber floor and cracked his toes. Checking the bedside alarm while he yawned, he slammed down hard on the 'off' button. The time was seven o'clock. Stumbling out of bed, half-asleep, head throbbing, Matt found his balance and proceeded to dress. Somebody had smashed a brick over his head -- that's what his hangover felt like. His mouth was bone dry and there was this strange, ever-present smell of asphalt burned into his nostrils. Whatever he'd swigged to cap off his night drinking, it wasn't pleasant!

Clothes on, headache at maximum, he nudged open the bedroom door. Out into the main room he shuffled, trying not to stub his toe on the dimly-lit furniture. The room was mostly dark; thick blinds were pulled across the apartment windows to shield its weary denizens from the harsh tropical sun. The zombified fox crept over to the crude sofa-bed, where Alicia lay. Her blanket half-covered her sleeping form, having been tossing and turning in her slumber. She'd discarded some of her clothes in the heat of the night, with only a tank-top and short shorts remaining. Seeing her now -- after all that happened yesterday -- Jake felt funny.

What on Earth have we gotten ourselves into?

Creeping around the makeshift bed, Jake caught a glance of side-boob through her tank-top. As if on cue she shifted her arms and upper body, causing her chest to wobble gently as she adjusted her sleeping posture. Jake gulped. The sight of his sister, so alluring, enraptured with whatever dream occupied her resting mind, brought strange wants...strange needs to the forefront of his thoughts.Snap out of it dude, he scolded himself, put what happened behind us.

His joints creaked and complained as he walked softly. And there was an irritable feeling between his legs. Looking down, he saw his ruby-red manhood spearing through the opening in his boxers, having burst through the buttoned flap at some point last night.Oh g_eez._He walked stiff-legged to the far side of the room, carrying his morning wood like a bomb with an easily-disturbed detonator. Keeping the noise to a minimum, lest he wake Alicia, he took a deep breath.

Antarctica. Polar bears. Skiing. Uhh...icebergs...

A full minute passed as he tried to wait out his boner.

Icebergs. Ice cream. Ice cubes...ice tea...

Entering the kitchen area, he opened the fridge door with a great deal of caution, allowing a blast of frigid air to wash over him. It helped. The warmth between his thighs died down, and his member retreated into his furry sheath. And not a moment too soon, as his sister was waking up. When it had returned completely to a non-erect state he glowed with triumphant joy. The day had been saved!

"Jake, is that you?"

"Yeah it's me. Just checkin' the fridge for something to eat."

"Ugh...what time is it?" she asked as she stretched her limbs and yawned.

"It was seven a few minutes ago."

"Jesus, why'd you wake me up? My head's killin' me!"

"Sorry sis, I couldn't go back to sleep after the alarm went off."

"It went off?"

"Uh-huh, didn't you hear?"

"Bro, a fuckin' power drill wouldn't wake me when this gal needs her beauty sleep."

Jake chuckled. "Well excuse me for wanting to make the most of our vacation. Y'know they only hold diving tours in the morning, right?"

"You want to go diving. Are you not completely hungover after last night?"

"Well, I was completely smashed after all. I'm not Superman. If Superman can hold his liquor. Can he? Because that analogy only works if--"

"What the fuck are you even talking about!?" Alicia snorted. She lifted herself off the couch, and shambled over to the kitchen counter, where Jake was rifling through packets of ham and cheese. "Besides, I don't think they let you dive if you've got alcohol in your system."

"That was_an example,_ Alicia. First thing that jumped into my head. There's plenty of cool shit like that I still haven't tried yet. I intend to make the most of our trip, even if I have to put up with your attitude the whole time. Was your idea after all."

Alicia stuck out her tongue and pulled a face. Jake ignored her and fixed himself a sandwich. The splitting pain in his head had yet to subside, so the clatter of the knife on the cutting board resonated inside his skull -- amplified a thousand times. His sister was similarly fucked. Dazed, bloodshot eyes, cranky as all hell. Alicia swept around the counter and pushed him aside, wanting her turn to stare into the refrigerator.

Jake munched away on his breakfast. "Ack. Mouth feels like it's full of sand."

"Have you checked that it isn't? We are staying at a beach resort." Alicia grinned. "Sure ya didn't face-plant on the way home?"

"Hey, I may have been blind drunk. In fact, we both may have been blind drunk. But that doesn't mean I'd be clumsy enough to fall flat on my face. I'd remember that!"

"Oh right yeah...mister 'perfect balance'. Give me a break! We probably had what's-his-name...Matt carry you home while ya sang sea shanties."

Jake powered through the rest of his sandwich; his tongue felt really dry and raspy. "Should've drank somethin' first," he muttered with his mouth full.

"That's why I'm the smart sibling," Alicia remarked. She set up the apartment's blender and got to work creating a hangover cure. Jake tried his best to follow what she was pulling out of the cupboards but soon lost track in his groggy state. There were eggs -- he knew that much -- and was that a pickle? "Cover your ears bro," she warned before turning on the blender at full speed. The ingredients swirled and mixed together into a dark, disgusting green slop.

She poured it into a tall glass and swalloed the whole sorry lot in one go.

"FUUUUCCCKKK!" she roared.

"Aahh," Jake clamped his hands over his ears, the fox grimacing in pain, "too loud!"

"Belch. I think I got the recipe wrong." Smacking her lips with a distasteful expression, she condemned her DIY smoothie. "That tasted foul. Ugh."

"The smart sibling..." Jake muttered under his breath.

"And by the way," she continued, "you're one to talk about noise Jakey-boy. I wasn't the one setting their alarm clock to seven in the god-damn mornin' after a bender."

"I thought you said you didn't hear it."

"I didn't. I_did_have to hear you bitching 'bout it though. I'd have hucked the fuckin' thing across the room."

"Well anyways, from what little I remember it was a fun night."

"Yup. The others were great company."

"Sally and Mitt...Matt?"

"Matt."

"Gotcha."

"Seems like a nice guy. From what I've seen of him. Dunno much else. Kinda unobservant, ya dig? Takes a lot of things at face value."

"I got that vibe from him too. On the bright side, we haven't blown our cover yet. He's easy enough to fool. Even after...err...ahem..."

"Yeah, let's_not_talk about that."

"I didn't mean to bring it up. Sorry. Wanna go somewhere to take our minds off it?"

Alicia's ears perked up.

"Beach?"

"Beach."

* * *

Brother and sister relaxed at the beach, reclining in sun loungers while a large parasol protected them from the blistering heat of the sun. Their hangovers were a thing of the past, having become milder and milder as the day went on. They watched the other couples frolic at the beach. There weren't many at this time of day, and those who wanted to be at a beach could find other, more impressive spots on the island. The renewed peace and quiet was welcome, though.

In order of appearance there were: two panthers, two eagles, one pit-bull with a Savannah cat in his arms, another two eagles, a large elephant couple, a gang of canines of different breeds with a volleyball net in tow, more eagles, another large feline couple (possibly cheetahs), and a group of otters.

"What's with all the eagles dude?" Alicia asked her brother.

The fox adjusted his shades. "Why the fuck are you askin' me? How would I know?"

"Eh," she shrugged, "seems like a big coincidence."

"Then it probably is."

"Just wonderin'. Could be a cruise ship stoppin' by or something."

"C'mon, Alicia, let me rest! I just wanna go for a snooze while the temperature's not completely unbearable."

"Okay fine. I'll keep spying on the beach-goers. Oooh, look over there," she pointed out a gorgeous Komodo dragon couple, "check them out."

"Wow, they're a pretty rare sight."

"I know right? They must be loaded, wherever they're from. Their clothes are very high-class."

This game of spot-the-species continued, much to Jake's chagrin.

"Hey," Alicia poked her brother to get his attention, "think about it. If we keep our cool for three more weeks -- no fuck-ups -- we'll be flyin' home with a nice slice of the money pie ourselves."

The term 'fuck-up' was a telling one. If they'd suffered a slip in their web of lies, especially when things got heated yesterday, they were done for. Neither of them knew what the consequences would be, but there would be consequences. They assured each other there was nothing weird going on, that what happened was a fluke, a freaky once-in-a-blue-moon embarrassment of epic proportions. Put that to one side, and they could enjoy their remaining time at the Starlight Isles.

Alicia yawned and made a bunch of sniffling noises as she rubbed her nose, mashing it between her hands. Jake lowered his sunglasses, looking in her direction.

"Matt's on my mind again."

"What's his deal anyway?" Jake pried.

"Dunno."

"Yeah, can't quite see why he likes us so much. Are we actually the least asshole-ish guests here?"

Fortunately out-of-earshot for that remark, their companions from the night before had arrived, and at present were strolling towards the two foxes.

"Speak of the devil."

"Matt? Sally? What are you--?"

"Found you!" The mouse's voice was jolly and uplifting. "We were waiting for you back at the apartment."

"Is there something we were supposed to show up for?" Jake asked, rubbing his forehead.

"Guys. Don't tell me you've forgotten already?"

The shared a look of unease. "We...uh...may have. It was a long night."

"Ack! That's no way to enjoy your vacation," Matt admonished them, "come on, get your lazy butts movin' 'cause your running late already. Follow us!"

The two staff members walked off the beach at a hurried pace. The Newells scratched their heads and debated whether to go or not. With the figures of Matt and Sally growing smaller and smaller, they decided to see what they had in store for them.

Walking home, they shared what they knew.

"We may have agreed to some stuff last night."

"Do you remember what that 'stuff' was?"

"Nope."

"Oh great."

"Let's just play along, it worked the first time."

"Sure, and there's a nagging feeling in the back of my mind tellin' me it's gonna be_another_ romantic activity for couples at this resort. I'll just ignore that too!"

"Jake, not so loud. There's other folks about. I don't want people asking questions 'bout why we're so fuckin' antsy."

"_Whoops!_Sorry. You owe me, though. That 5% better be worth it."

They laughed their worries away, but Jake was deathly serious beneath that jovial exterior. What the fuck had they gone and signed up for now?

Matt and Sally had already put a fair distance between the two groups. Realising this, they stopped to wait.

"You two comin' or what?"

"Hold on, hold on," Alicia shouted, "stop walkin' so damn fast."

Catching up to them, Alicia failed to hide her fearful expression. Matt, for once in his life, picked up on somebody's inner worry.

"Now, as part of your honeymoon package, your names were put down for this. it's not set in stone, but I worry for you guys, you seem really nervous."

"Nah, listen, s'all good," Jake said, out-of-breath.

Matt was nothing if not considerate. Won over by his genuine charm, they agree to take part -- not really knowing what was going on. What were the odds of something worse than the photo shoot happening anyway?

"It can't be that bad," Alicia whispered to her brother.

* * *

"Ta-daa!"

Their bedroom had been cleaned, and jazzed-up. Romantic décor, new cushions, rich silk sheets. One would expect rose petals dotted about the room but they were absent from the ensemble. In centre of the room, aligned with the bed, was a camera tripod, hooked up to a laptop.

"So," Matt clapped his hands together, "you read to film?"

"Film?"

Sally floated over to her position, picking up the laptop and opening the lid. "You guys are gonna love this!" she told them.

"This...this is..." Jake murmured.

Alicia cast a wary gaze at their surroundings. Things were looking dodgy. Jake might've not realised it yet, but she sure as hell knew what they were supposed to do.

"Sit down, sit down," Matt moved them to the bed, "let me just get to the preamble."

Sally plugged the camera's output lead into her laptop. Then she waited patiently for Matt to finish.

"Every couple who comes to the Starlight Isles gets one video." He held up a single finger. "One opportunity to capture the magic they feel together, deep in the throes of passion. We offer this as a gratuity to all attending couples. And I personally would love if you were to show us the type of unbridled desire that your union can unleash! Like you've seen, I specialise in photography, and I mentioned before that Sally handles video production. You've had your photo shoot, and I gotta say you blew me away with how well you performed."

"This," he tapped the camera, "is your complimentary intimate video. I hope you'll agree to star in it, the resort doesn't give you another opportunity. Alicia, Jake, if you want to show us how you make love, we're ready..."

The weight of the situation hadn't set in. It might never. They might go their whole lives not once grasping the true scale of what had been presented to them this day. There was just so much to ask. So much to comprehend. Could they even explain it to themselves what was happening?

Learning what they were supposed to do, the fox siblings called a timeout.

"Could you excuse us for a moment, we need to talk. In private." Alicia grabbed her brother and hurled him into the walk-in closet, shutting the door behind them.

* * *

"Seriously, this shit's escalating. If we don't do something--"

"What the fuck can we do!? Own up? Tell 'em: 'hey guys, we're not really a couple, we're brother and sister and we lied to y'all to score a free vacation'!? How do you think they'll react when they hear that, huh?"

Jake cursed under his breath. "This is all your fault. You dragged me into this."

"I'm sorry, DRAGGED YOU!? You agreed to come! You wouldn't shut up about how this was a stupid idea until I told_you_ about the money."

"Oh, so I share the blame because, what, I'm greedy?"

Their hushed argument was interrupted by a rapping on the door. "Uh, you okay in there? I can hear some kinda commotion--"

"We're fine Matt!" Alicia shouted, clamping her paw down on Jake's muzzle. "Mrrphf," he tried to speak, but his sister's grip was ironclad.

"Good, good. Sally and I are waiting; take all the time you need."

Releasing her brother's maw, Alicia planned her next move. She weighed her options. They weren't great. In fact, they were a load of crap. Jake was right, there was no way they could've kept up this charade for a month. Blowing up in her face in the first week, real con artist material she was!

Think, Alicia, think, she scolded herself. What do I do? What do I do...

Her expression shifted from panicky to pensive.

You could always fuck him.

What!? Her mind was playing tricks on her, that was the only explanation. She wasn't really considering incest, was she?

It'd be so easy too, he feels the same. You can see it when he looks at you.

No. No--no--no--no--

Don't deny it girl. You always knew this was a possibility. And yesterday, when you posed with him for pictures, when you kissed...

That does...that does sound right.

Listen to me, I know what's best for us.

She scrunched up her face, deep in thought, deep in an internal argument.

Nobody knows you here. Nobody cares. Matt, Sally, the resort, they all want you to be happy. And what better way to make you happy than giving your husband a good fuck.

He's not my husband, he's my BROTHER!

They don't know that, do they?

I--

"Alicia?"

She looked her brother dead in the eye and uttered something she instantly wished she could take back:

"We're gonna have to do it."

"You_did not_just say that."

"Yes. I did. There's no escaping this with our dignity intact, we have to...do it..." she gulped, the enormity of what she'd said bearing down on her like a sixteen-tonne weight.

Jake burst into deranged laughter, careful to keep the volume low. "Are you for fucking real?"

She didn't respond. Instead she cast her gaze away from him, burning with shame.

Silence.

...

Minutes passed. Still nothing but silence.

...

The very notion disgusted Jake. Him and her...together...like that? Abhorrent! Ungodly! Brother and sister...

And I thought the photo shoot was bad!

He baulked at the idea. Something changed, however. Something had snapped inside of him. Breaking free from the tethers of morality there it was...deep down...a hunger...

Maybe it was the stress of the situation, maybe it was his mind trying to rationalise their predicament. Or, maybe it'd always been there...and yesterday it awoke.

The longer he looked into her eyes, the fiercer that hunger became. She felt the same, he knew it, he could sense it. Lust, once hidden away, now seeping into their minds. Washing over their inhibitions.

He ended the silence. "It's incest."

"I know."

"It's wrong."

"You don't think I know that?" A half-hearted titter filled the room. Alicia was having a tough time putting her shame aside.

"I agree we need to lie our way out of here. This...this might be the only way. Nobody here knows we are siblings. Are we actually gonna stoop to this?"

She grabbed his paw, holding it firmly. She was prepared for the worst. It wouldn't be so bad, she told herself, he cared for her...

"We can do it. Just once. We close our eyes and get it over with, then we forget it ever happened. Okay?"

"Yeah, yeah." Jake's conscience screamed at him to stop, to think before he ended up making a huge mistake. That voice, that single sane sliver of rationality trying to warn him, faded away. Growing distant, fainter, dissipating into the mist. It was replaced by a new voice. A strong voice. The voice of desire.

"We're already very close, this wouldn't be too much to ask...would it? As long as we don't tell anyone back home."

"Yeah...yeah...we'll just be closer than before..."

* * *

The two foxes stepped out of the walk-in closet.

"How are you feeling?" Matt asked, noting the reluctance in the faces. "You agreed to this, you know. All part and parcel of the trip. I understand it's one thing when you read about it, another to actually commit to it in person...Sally and I only want to see you enjoy your honeymoon."

"Guys, listen," said Jake, lying through his teeth, "you caught us a little off-guard. We weren't expecting this so soon after getting here."

"We're all good now," Alicia added, "it's one thing to say you'll do it, another to actually...y'know..."

"Of course," Matt smiled, "of course."

* * *

"Why don't you start by telling us the story of how you met, hmm? Be as brief as you like, but give a little background to your being here."

"I'm Alicia, this is Jake. We're the Newell family. And, uh, I don't wanna sound boring or anything but--"

"You won't," said Matt.

Alicia prepared herself. "The story of how we met is nothing special, just two people in the right place at the right time..."

Supported by Jake, she rattled off their fake backstory. The same 'lovey-dovey' tale used when entering the competition -- phrased and structured differently of course, wouldn't want to sound like they were repeating a script. Their tale had been well-rehearsed, to the point where they could recite it from memory without faltering, without stumbling over a single detail. What Alicia had crafted ended up an amalgam of themes from the few romantic films she'd seen in her life. She was no sap, so there wasn't much to draw upon, but she wove a convincing yarn; distinct enough to sound real.

"...after running into each other multiple times, I decided to ask him out..."

"...yeah, she was the one who took charge in starting this whole thing..."

"...we moved in together, sharing a house for a year to two..."

"...only recently decided to take the plunge..."

As they talked they felt more comfortable in their roles, in the skin of a married couple. That same attraction they experienced yesterday resurfaced. Gradually, this combination of emotion eased them into the state they had entered during the photo shoot. Forgetting they're siblings. Seeing themselves with new eyes.

Unbeknownst to either of them, their hands were already firmly entwined. Sitting at the edge of the bed and speaking on camera made them confident, and that confidence was being twisted by their increasingly hard-to-ignore lust. Idly, Alicia's foot-paws caressed Jake's, their legs brushed together, and she scooted closer to him.

Satisfied with their story, Matt gave a small round of applause. "That's the kinda wholesome build-up to marriage that's hard to come by these days. Kudos to the two of you."

"Aw thanks," Jake shrugged.

They kissed again, egged on by Matt. No fuss was raised by the Newells as their lips met. A haze of desire had come over them. Infecting their rational minds.

"Gorgeous young couple like you two, you should have no problem bearing all for the camera," Matt added, preparing them for the main event. "Think of yesterday as a warm-up. You both got real into it, so keep that love-motor running. Today's the real deal."

They weren't listening. Matt and Sally understood: the time for talk was over.

Jake's paw snaked under her dress until it met her most private area. He kneaded her tender flesh as they kissed once more, with all the passion of real lovers. Alicia slipped her panties off all the way, letting them fall to the floor. Her pussy was fully exposed to her brother's nimble fingers. She bolted upright. Her body tingled. Her brother's touch...no, her_lover's_ touch. There was no need to remind herself of their true relationship -- she was willing to let that troublesome fact disappear amid the bliss of being fondled.

His tongue assaulted her hungry maw, dancing in her mouth, overpowering her own. Jake groaned, the sound muffled by their sealed lips. His free paw crawled up her side, tickling her. Alicia chuckled as best she could while engulfing her brother's wriggling tongue. He slipped under the dress' shoulder-strap and grabbed a handful of her breast, causing her to gasp and pull away.

With their kiss broken, they stared at each other. Rapid breaths accompanied Jake's undressing. Discarding his clothes, he saw Alicia's ravenous eyes drink him in. Completely nude, his tight sheath was visible to all, the red tip of his cock peeking out as blood flowed to his nethers. His sister watched it emerge, her jaw agape. His shaft lengthened, and throbbed, impatiently awaiting her folds. Jake cared little for their audience. Let them film. Let them immortalise the moment he claimed his sister.

He returned to Alicia on the bed. Pressing his body against hers, he embroiled himself in another kiss. This time Alicia put her energy into meeting his motions head-on, forcing back his tongue, tasting the inside of his mouth. She laid paws on his manhood, gripping the fiery rod. She felt moisture wet her lower lips. Soon they would be united. Very soon.

Matt turned to Sally and gave her a knowing look. He didn't speak, but she knew her colleague well enough to understand.Such beauty.

Alicia was slowly descending, backwards onto the bed. Jake loomed over her, his body pushing her down. He sunk his teeth into a dress-strap and tugged, tearing it away. The elastic snapped, freeing one of her boobs. He wasted no time in sucking and nibbling on the exposed teat. Shock and pleasure spiked through Alicia's body. This was it. They were going to fuck. On film. And she's loving every minute of it.

Jake grunted, biting her neck gently, eliciting a squeal from the vixen beneath him. Then, with feral desire clouding his mind, he tore off her sundress. Shreds of fabric littered the room as he ripped and roared while she gasped and purred.

Matt moved from his seat and followed the action across the bed. Expertly framing every shot, he captured their intimacy, their passion, their...raw, unbridled lust. Sally kept an eye on her laptop, reviewing the feed while occasionally directing her gaze towards the real thing.

His prize unwrapped, Jake grinned like a child given a lifetime supply of candy. His hard cock swung from side-to-side as he crawled on his knees over her. She lifted her head up to meet his maw, this time taking just a second to complete the kiss. He licked her neck, wetting her fur. His attention shifted downwards, back to her chest. Jake worshipped her tits, treating them to every form of lick, rub and gentle bite he had at his disposal; her breasts were those of a goddess. Listening to her breathing stutter with each new trick, Jake's shaft throbbed painfully, desperate for release.

Alicia squirmed under his touch. She felt his muzzle explore her petite curves, sniffing as he dragged his maw across her stomach, his heated breath on her belly. Along her flanks he ran his paws, claws ever-so-slightly digging into her skin. It was as if she were suffocating under a mass of soft cushions, such was the feeling in her lungs.

Eagerly, and with Matt's camera tracking his movements, Jake dived between her legs. "Oh my!" came the voice of his sister. The sexy vixen writhed, her legs imprisoning her brother between her thighs. Jake's muzzle toyed with her pubic mound, spearing her sensitive lips with his tongue. He ate her out like a pro. Alicia screamed: "OH GOD JAKE!"

Finishing their cunnilingus with a nip of her rosebud, he moved his head away from her heavenly entrance. "Ready?" he asked, expecting a nod. She looked hesitant. "Alicia, si--honey," he caught himself, "you alright?"

"I...uh...yeah, just give me a minute," she said under laboured breaths. "Do--do you not want me to, erhm..." she looked at his rigid manhood.

He realised what she was asking. "No, you don't have to. Not this time. I'll shoot way too soon for anyone's liking." He cracked a smile, to which she reciprocated.

"Okay Jake," she cooed, "if that's how you want to proceed."

His cock yearning for the sweet embrace of her pussy, he aligned himself. The first tentative nudge of his tapered tip to her slick 'V' brought a wave of ecstasy storming through the needy vixen. He pushed. Sliding into her velvet passage, her honeyed walls hugging his shaft, Jake screwed his face. She was warm. Warm and tight. His eyes slammed shut. Alicia placed her paws on his hips, squeezing his ass whilst he drove himself inside. Travelling along her figure, his chest fur brushing her stomach, he sank further into her depths. The pair moaned, copulating at last. Theirs was a lie no more, they were -- now and forever -- lovers.

A team of wild horses couldn't pull Jake away from his sister. He reached his limit, balls deep, unable to go any further. That mattered not, for he was lengthy enough to reach the important places. The oozy_squelch_of her pussy as he shifted his position made his legs weak and jelly-like. Oooh, that divine sound...that soft liquid feeling of her tunnel...

He pulled back and thrust, establishing a comfortable rhythm. "Aah, so good," he moaned. "So good."

Pumping his hips, Jake rode his sister, his balls slapping against her butt cheeks whenever he hilted himself. Alone with his sensations; a gorgeous vixen whimpering his name as he thrust. The world made sense right now.

Alicia cried out in joy from her brother's onslaught. The barrage of pure bliss numbed her to the rest of the world. There was only herself and Jake, wrapped in sublime pleasure, their bodies pulsing with sexual energy long building between them. She savoured every curve, every contour, every bulge along his cock. His knot was swelling -- that predatory bulb at the base of his shaft -- and his thrusts were getting shallower.

Jake could weather the storm for a short while, but the tumult of emotion as he fucked his sister meant their coupling could end very, very soon. His loins were already tingling with the tell-tale sign of an oncoming orgasm.Just a few more minutes, he begged his body, keep this going.

Their rutting grew frantic. Alicia launched herself off of the bed and into Jake's arms. Holding him tight, she took charge, bouncing on his cock with impatience. The experience was marvellous. She could feel his flesh bulge within her, his knot filling, emerging with obscene confidence. Rocking to-and-fro, she squealed, cried out in delight. Jake licked her upper body incessantly. He then pushed her down, back onto the bed, causing his cock to slip out of its cosy station. Alicia was flipped onto her front, her breasts compressed against the mattress with her brother pinning her, a firm paw pressed on her back. She unconsciously raised her hips, her butt jiggling, thighs shaking with further anticipation.

Jake inserted himself doggy-style, pushing his crude instrument inside. "Gaaaaahhhh," he moaned, the tight passageway constricting around him.

He renewed his assault upon her decency. His hips bucked in constant, gratifying rhythm. "Jake," she breathed, "harder." Never had such divine words been spoken by mere mortals. He gave her what she wanted.

Time enough had passed to bring about his final end. He pushed again. Not merely some of the way, no,all of the way. To the hilt. Past his knot. The swollen protuberance sealing their bodies together the moment is popped inside. Jake's back spasmed as he came, his athletic build shuddering in sync with each surging load he discharged inside his sister. Alicia joined him in mutual climax, her own discombobulation making itself known.

When it was all over, they toppled over, landing sideways on the bed.

Matt sat in awe of their brazen actions._Ah, young love._He congratulated them. This recording would end up a wonderful, passionate reminder of their time at the Starlight Isles.

"Beautiful, just beautiful. So raw. And powerful! Savouring every moment, every touch a new excitement. It's like you were making love for the first time."

Awkward laughter ensued. Jake mixed a cough and a groan as his sister happily sighed. The rush of endorphins had yet to pass, and still a sense of regret was piercing the sexual veil. What had they let themselves fall into? What had they done? Questions for another time. A soberer time.

Matt and Sally wrapped up everything, collecting and packing up the camera, laptop and the myriad cables that segmented the floor into an odd, misshapen patchwork. With a curt 'see you again soon' and a gushing of admiration from Sally for their bravery, they left.

Alone, still weary on the bed, Jake tried to pull free of Alicia's warm body. No success -- his knot locked them in place. His mind protested.Leave it in, let yourself sink into her soft, sensual form. Give in...

His sister reacted to his squirming by clutching at his ass, holding him in place. Her body was shaking, the afterglow still flowing through her nerves. If she was shocked at their conduct right now, she didn't show it. If she was, she wasn't going to pull him out. Not yet, no siree, it still felt...phenomenal.

As the heated atmosphere permeating the room subsided, she turned to face him.

"We need to talk."

Week 3, Day 3:

---

For two weeks now Alicia and Jake were fully committed to their newfound sexual relationship. Gone was any shred of nagging doubt, what filled that void was a lust for their sibling. The irony of them pretending to be lovers and ending up as such was not lost on the pair, but whenever either tried to raise the issue of incest they changed the subject, downplaying what they were doing as 'no big deal'. Forcing it out of sight, and out of mind. A hint of desperation lay in their reasoning.

They acted like a genuine couple on their honeymoon. Each day they embarked on a new outdoor adventure. Each night they spent transgressing against their blood relationship: panting, writhing, their bodies entwined in incestuous acts. Transforming their apartment into a forbidden den of sin.

For them, it was heaven.

* * *

And what to do with Matt, the voyeur who unknowingly set in stone the current chapter of their lives? Why, they were oh-so-grateful, they just had to give him a suitable 'thank you'. Neither had seen much of the lion since that fateful day, rutting like wild beasts. Engrossed, self-obsessed, they continued to indulge in debauchery, consequences be damned.

Mid-week they encountered Matt. After a brief catching-up they began to work their charms, opening him up to actions normally prohibited between guests and staff. Resort attendants were under a strict code of conduct, they'd learned, something Matt was already guilty of treating loosely. Wouldn't take much more of a push to send him over the edge.

Alicia whispered seductively into his ear: "we want to thank you for showing us how much we truly love one another."

"That's very, um, considerate of you. But I see where this is going."

"Oh," she chuckled, "you do? Let me just say, we've paid attention to how well you've treated us. All that special attention--"

"Listen, I was merely doing my job. The tours, videos...all part of the service here."

Jake interceded: "that's fine and dandy, but you and I know you need something extra."

Matt paused before responding. He studied them with a wary eye. "What exactly do you propose?"

"Follow me and Jake, and you'll see how grateful we are."

* * *

Leading their charge to an isolated area, behind empty changing-rooms, they doubled-down on their intentions. Matt demanded to know what they were up to. Preempting his question, Alicia shoved Jake into the lion's grasp. The fox was horny, they both were, but Matt had a taste for males only. He watched the naughty vixen back away after pushing her husband into his arms. He looked down. Jake was breathing rapidly, pressing himself against the lion's muscular chest. His eyes were shut, in awe of the massive body holding him. Matt tentatively placed his hands on Jake, paws settling on the fox's sides.

"I didn't know you were--"

"He's not," she answered on Jake's behalf -- her brother stuck dreamily admiring the buff big cat, "well, I didn't think so..."

Nervous, he tried to act nonchalant. "Hehe, err...you've made it very clear to me that you appreciate my hospitality...now could you scram before anyone walks in on...this!"

His hushed pleading was ignored.

Jake opened his eyes and stared straight into Matt's. "Nobody's leaving until you've been properly thanked." He pressed a paw onto Matt's chest, feeling the taut mass of muscle beneath his golden fur. Another paw fondled with Matt's shorts, sliding them gradually downwards.

The lion gave in to temptation. "I suppose I could spare a couple minutes."

Jake descended to his knees, unveiling the lion's pride and joy. Matt's erection had started the moment Jake fell into his arms, the feeling of the soft fox-boy provoking a reaction from his body. His slim build, covered in neat red fur, his small vulpine muzzle and those cute black-tipped ears. He was the perfect type to excite Matt.

Jake surprised himself with the eagerness he displayed. He hadn't planned this, it kind of just came to him. A lustful notion, fully-formed, in his hungry mind. He and his sister had long since battered down their inhibitions and let loose their depraved side. This was an inevitable consequence of such behaviour. It felt almost natural. Almost.

He laid eyes and paws on the lion's loins. His fat member was decorated with small barbs -- like his feral feline cousins. This would be Jake's first, and oh boy was it big. Matt's cock hardened fully, his shaft now thirteen inches -- average for his species, but enormous to the diminutive fox who had to take care of it.

Cupping the heavy-set testicles before him, Jake felt the lion's orbs, running his fingers through the short bristly fur that made up his sheath. Alicia watched him prepare to fellate, impatient. "C'mon Jakey-boy, make him feel good. We haven't got all day."

As if on command, Jake switched gears. Grabbing Matt's cock, he nudged against the tip with his muzzle, his cold nose sending a bizarre but pleasant sensation coursing through Matt's body. The fox's tongue emerged, tasting the buildup of pre leaking from the lion's shaft. Matt groaned, the touch of a lover long absent from his life. He felt the fox close lips around his cock, and shifted forward, sliding his member as far as it could go. Jake was able to take him 'till about half his length. Enough to make this worthwhile.

Jake now moved his head back, drawing his lips over sensitive skin, leaving a glistening trail of saliva in his wake. He glanced up at Matt. The lion smiled, then licked his lips -- which Jake took to mean: 'keep going'. Returning to the meat at hand, he opened his mouth again and swallowed the shaft; again half-way. Matt enjoyed the warm, constricting tightness of the fox's small mouth as he struggled to stuff as much lion-dick into it. Pushing it too far he felt Jake cough, and slid back out. This break in the action lasted less than a second as Jake went straight back to slurping and sucking on his member. He never expected these two would get so...involved with little ol' Matt. Little being the operative word!

"Keep it up foxy, that's right. Nice and tight."

Jake happily obliged. Was it slutty? Was it extreme for him? He was too horny to care.

Besides, he was on vacation. Why not live a little?

God-damn,_Alicia monologued as she watched the scene unfold, _Jake's going to town.

"Yeah," Matt moaned, getting nicely serviced. Jake's meagre maw hit the sweet spot sucking him off. Not too small as to be unable to fit anything, and not too big as the make this a sloppy blowjob. The perfect balance. He could feel his pleasure growing, swirling, building towards climax. His balls were being massaged by Jake's paws, rolling in their sac at each squeeze, each tender clutching. Those large masculine orbs were ready to unload gallons of lion seed onto the attending fox -- they just needed the right level of stimulation.

He was close now. Jake's ministration saw to that. Closer. Almost there...

"GGRRRAAAGHHHHLLLL!" Matt thundered as he peaked. Forcefully, he grabbed Jake's head and held him in place, as a torrent of cum battered against the back of his throat.

"Holy shit!" Alicia exclaimed, amazed at the power of Matt's Earth-shattering roar.

Jake failed to contain the tsunami of seed. Desperately trying to swallow, he fought against the surging tide -- a sailor heroically crewing his ship 'mid a terrifying storm. Reaching breaking point, he pulled himself away, freeing Matt's cock from his mouth's embrace. When he did so, he was treated to a face-full of hot leonine goo. Matt showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. His balls throbbed painfully as they cleared their cargo, piping the sticky seed through his rock-solid shaft. Ropes upon ropes of his cream splattered over Jake's formerly-spotless face. The fox wheezed and spluttered, catching his breath while under sexy fire.

The last few spurts came and went. Matt sighed. Placing his hands on his hips, he stared down at the stunned fox beneath him. His cock twitched, dangling overhead -- a mark of dominance over the lesser male. Jake's fur was matted, drenched with his seed. He'd taken quite a blasting. Matt displayed his appreciation by letting out a low, rumbling purr.

Taking a moment of silence for her fallen comrade, Alicia bowed her head. Jake laid down, staring up at the sky. Matt and Alicia both came into view, their heads looking down at him whilst shadowed. His sister wore the biggest shit-eating grin he'd ever seen.

"Thank God no-one was around to hear that!" she sniggered.

Jake snapped out of his trance. There was an element of shock at what he'd done, but not repentance. "That was...yeah..."

"Jake, Jake, hon...take a shower, yeah?"

"Yeah...yeah. Heh, I need one..." Jake clambered to his feet and wandered over to the nearby changing rooms, disrobing as he went, whereupon he found a place to shower. As the water hissed, echoing out from the structure to Matt and Alicia outside, they shared a look of incredulity.

"Did, uh, did you enjoy that?"

Matt flushed red, his face and ears signalling his embarrassment. "I, uh, I did."

"See how much you mean to us?"

"You two got a helluva way of showin' it."

Alicia skipped over to him. "There's more where that came from," she winked.

"Wow, you guys have really come into your own since I last saw you!"

"Hey, it's only natural. Leave a couple of bright young things on a tropical paradise for weeks, it's no surprise they fall head-over-heels in love."

"Hah," Matt laughed, "I guess you're right!"

Matt pulled his shorts back up, having been relatively unaffected by his eruption. His fur coat hadn't a speck of dirt or...other stuff on it.

An intrigued expression formed on the lion's face. "What...exactly do you mean by: 'more where that came from'?"

She drifted close. He would be an excellent co-conspirator.

"I wanna ask you a favour."

"A favour?" Matt raised an eyebrow.

"Strictly off the record, of course."

Week 3, Day 6:

---

"We're doing another film?"

"Yes."

"So how does that work, can you record more than one? Does the resort let you do that?"

"Dammit Jake, what's with all the questions all of a sudden? Can't ya just go with the flow."

"What d'ya mean?"

Alicia stopped her fast-paced walk. Jake caught up to her after a couple of steps. "You were never this nervous the first time--"

"Nervous? Yeah I totally was! You don't remember us debating before we," he scanned his surroundings, checking for onlookers, "we...did it...on camera?"

"Look look look, that's not important, okay? Trust me, hmm? Yeah?" Alicia held his paw. Recognising he needed a bit more assurance she leaned in and kissed her brother. Jake murred, feeling desired.

"Mmm, that's nice," he said, ending the kiss.

"Listen, we made it this far. Don't get cold feet now," she changed her voice to a whisper, "bro."

Hearing her speak the truth aloud sent a tingling feeling along Jake's spine. Enough time had passed for them to reconcile their sexual attraction. Enough to normalise their relationship. Enough to spark their libidos.

"Sis," he replied in muted tones.

"Now c'mon, we don't wanna be late."

* * *

She led him to the apartment, hinting at something kinky. Jake's lewd side was behind the steering wheel now, watching his sister's tail swish side-to-side as she power-walked in front of him. That sweet sweet tail, hiding treasure beneath its bushiness. She was wearing an oversized shirt and bikini bottoms, the same G-string thong she'd worn weeks ago for the photo shoot. God, she had no shame at this point, struttin' around with her juicy ass on display like that. Jake thanked the stars fate had delivered them to this place, and him to her fine body.

As the door opened, Alicia turned to him. "Ready for another intimate video?"

"Sure am," Jake giddily replied.

Into the bedroom they went. A familiar face greeted them from the chair in the corner.

"Sally's here."

"Yo!" The mouse waved at Jake as he entered.

"And she's set up her video equipment. You pumped?"

"Can't have too much of a good thing, huh?" Jake purred, wrapping his arms around Alicia's waist.

She offered him a quick peck on the cheek. "Sit on the bed honey," she ordered. Once he'd complied she joined him at his side. "You ready Sal?"

"Good to go," the mouse gave the pair a thumbs-up and proceeded to start recording.

"We're gonna shake things up a bit."

"How?" Jake tried to tease out the secret plan she was obviously hiding from him, but to no avail.

"Shush now, Jakey, let me take it from here."

Alicia brought him in for a passionate French kiss. Her brother followed her lead and engaged, permitting her tongue entry. Her probing muscle dived into his mouth, wriggling. Jake fought the invading flesh with his own, and the foreplay begun in earnest. Their hands went wild exploring the other. Their moves were more controlled, more confident than the fumbling mess they'd been the first time. These were two seasoned lovers, scholars of every sin, no stranger to the nooks and crannies of their partner.

Locked together, a battle of sexual wits ensued. Jake snuck his paws up through her shirt, grabbing her braless tits while Alicia tugged at his collar. Whomever would remove the other's shirt first wins their little game. The sound of fabric ripping was audible in the room as Alicia stretched his collar. Jake fumed. He wouldn't be bested, not like this. His right hand hooked on the v-neck of her shirt. With his claws in place, he emitted a sensual growl and sliced open hers -- buttons bursting free. Her breasts announced themselves to the world with a gorgeous, healthy bounce. She was positively glowing.

Under the watchful gaze of Sally's camera, Alicia counterattacked, undressing her brother. First his top, discarded, landing on the floor. Then his shorts. There was some resistance, as he kept laying hands on her ass with the goal of getting beneath that thong.

"Oh Jakey-boy," she said, her words soaked in sultry design.

She cupped his bulge, still constrained by his clothing.

"You want it, huh? You wanna slide this into your hot bitch huh?"

"Your damn right I do!" Jake snarled, expressing aggressive need for his vixen.

With heady anticipation, and the help of his sister, Jake removed his bottoms, casting them aside. He now sat naked, a thriving erection between his legs. Alicia gave motioned for him to approach and stood up, backing onto the far wall. Jake -- a charmed snake at this point -- followed suit, pressing his bare body against her, his stiff member sandwiched between their stomachs. She made sure his back faced the bedroom door.

"Tsk, tsk tsk," she tutted, "sweet oblivious Jake...I'm not the one being fucked today." Amused by his confusion, she peeked over his shoulder to where her big surprise was fast approaching, unusually stealthily for someone his size.

The feeling washed over him quickly. It came out of nowhere. Like there was someone behind them. Jake ignored the subconscious warning and fixed his attention on Alicia's physique, hungry to drive himself inside. A subsidence in the lust granted his brain a moment to think straight.

Wait...what did she say about being fucked?

Large, broad arms exploded out of his peripheral vision.

Sandy/golden coloured.

Matt's.

Jake sense the lion's jaws were close. The force of his bated breath could be felt on the fox's shoulders. Matt positioned his mouth right by Jake's ear.

"We have unfinished business, you and I."

Frozen, Jake provided limited opposition. The huge lion grabbed his torso, hoisting him up as if he weighed next to nothing. His bewilderment soon faded, now he understood what Alicia was banging on about. Matt was going to fuck him.

...

Sweet honeyed Jesus, Matt was going to fuck him!

Alicia had relocated to a comfy chair next to Sally. The mouse had been manning the camera in lieu of Matt, who normally handled the filming. Though he looked like he was enjoying himself, being_in_ the movies for once. Alicia couldn't tear her eyes away from the bed, this was endlessly captivating.

Thrown down onto the bed, breathless, Jake glimpsed Matt's pristine body. He stood completely nude, mane flowing with locks of luxurious hair, muscles flexing impatiently, tendon and sinew expecting to be utilised to their full extent. Ready to pounce. And he was the prey!

Sally squealed with joy as Matt took charge, pinning Jake to the bed and throwing up his rump. A rough smack of his ass causing him to jolt in-place, sticking his rear out, presenting like a female in heat. His cock and balls hung in the air, aching, denied the prize of Alicia's tunnel. Matt bent over, towering above the fox, and crawled forward. His own loins were enthusiastically hard. His great pendulous balls shook as his hips pivoted, his barbed spear hung suspended perpendicular to his chest, the strength of his arousal holding it in position. Jake shivered underneath the enclosing form of the lion. His warm, strong body hugged the fox's modest figure. Jake could feel each breath, inhaling and exhaling three times the volume of air he could with each expansion and contraction of the monstrous chest bearing down on him.

Matt descending upon him, lowering his body until his thighs flanked Jake's, his abdomen touched Jake's lower back, his pecs settled on Jake's shoulders; he grumbled, a rich sound heralding his zeal. One of his powerful arms wrapped around Jake's chest, the other raked its claws lightly across his back. He licked Jake from his shoulder blades, all the way over to his forehead. The large, rough tongue dragged itself through his fur. Jake mewled like a cub as Matt toyed with him. He noticed Matt's cock brushing against his rear, his tail automatically moving aside to grant better access, betraying its master.

The girls watched the developing scene with rapt attention. Sally composed herself, holding back from gushing over the hot, steamy man-love unfolding on the bed. She had a job to do. An awesome job, but a job nonetheless. Alicia, on the other hand, had no such qualms about letting loose. Her paws found themselves at her pussy-lips, having snapped her G-string to one side. She slid a finger gracefully through her folds, the moistening environment left her digits drenched. Her torn shirt gave her an easy means to pinch and twist her puffy nipples. Controlling her breathing in a vain attempt to avoid attention, she managed to keep Sally from noticing her masturbation.

Jake trembled. Matt had begun to mess with his tail hold, bringing his fingers to bear on the soft pucker, hoping to tease out a cry from his new bitch. Not much resistance faced when he pushed his index finger inside, past the fox's ring. Sinking deeper into his ass, Matt reached the knuckle and wiggled his tactile extremity. The most minuscule striking of his finger-claw on Jake's inner walls sent the fox reeling. Stammering. No pain, no...only shock. But that was enough to drain the colour from the his face. This was really happening.

Matt removed his finger, having suitable stretched it with his large paws enough to accept his tip. That was all he needed, the thin end of the wedge. The rest would follow, whether Jake liked it or not. Licking his free hand, slathering his finger pads with saliva, he then brought that paw to his cock, wetting the tip. He stroked it several times for good measure, coaxing pre-cum to mix with the rest of the lube. Satisfied with his preparations, Matt rubbed his dick threateningly between Jake's cheeks, prodding his fragile entrance.

"Matt...Matty, I...gah...please, please be gentle," he begged.

Matt saw Jake look back at him, fear in the small fox's eyes. "I'll try," he halfheartedly reassured him, "but no promises."

Jake gulped.

Squeezing into the tight little hole, Matt's jaw swung open in an expression of pure serenity. "Aaaahhh," he groaned, his pecker one inch deep, and already fighting with Jake's body to push any further. "This'll be_goooood._"

Two inches. Three.

Jake grit his teeth and rode out the tortuous sensation of stretching to accommodate a bigger male.

Four.

Sounds of contentedness made their way to Jake's ears, Matt was relishing his tightness.

Five.

"Oowwwahh," Jake exhaled. Matt's cock buried itself inside him, pushing deeper and deeper into his rear. Mother Nature did not intend that passage to be used this way, but hot damn if it wasn't changing his perspective on sex. Slowly but surely he grew accustomed to the feeling of a foreign organ navigating his ass. The weighty sensation of it pushing inward, the space it occupied a strange void to his sense of bodily proportion. Matt growled. Jake moaned.

Six.

Drunk with lust, the pain melted away. Aught left but the buzz of being ass-fucked.

Seven.

His barbs were really starting to be noticed. Mini-pin-pricks, unwelcome but not painful, dotted along his anal wall. It seemed so alien. So strangle. But who was Jake to make that claim? His kind had their knots. In fact, predators on the whole had evolved their privates in plenty of weird and wonderful ways.

Eight.

My God,_Alicia told herself, _this is so hot. Hottest thing I've seen all month.

Her fingering became more obvious. A droplet of drool fell from her lip to the floor. She was practically salivating at the goings-on between Matt and Jake.

Nine, no wait...

"That's as far as it'll go," Matt breathed, "hoo boy, you can take a decent length!"

"I...hurf...appreciate the compliment. I think." Jake coughed. He was allowed a moment of respite to collect himself before Matt started thrusting.

Matt straightened his back, the bed creaking as he did. Striking a bodybuilding pose with his upper half, he flexed his arms, inflating his biceps. With a bold look he turned his head to address his audience. "Take a photo girls, while it lasts!"

Sally giggled. Alicia said nothing. She had eyes for her brother alone. Seeing him meek, powerless, subservient to an alpha male provoked an odd kind of attraction in her. She carried on touching herself, tickling her pussy with practised care.

Adjusting his posture, Matt retreated a small amount from Jake's behind. His partner breathed a sigh of relief at the lifting pressure. He leaned over Jake, planting a kiss on his head and returning to an upright stance, laughing at how cute the fox looked stuck to his groin. A sentiment that was shared by his onlookers. How adorable! His delicate foot-paws seemed absolutely tiny beside Matt's. The lion's legs were a thick as tree-trunks.

"Here goes, little foxy." Matt thrust sharply, returning to the same depth he'd achieved a minute ago. Jake yelped helplessly as he continued to take his anal virginity. Unless he intended to split him in half, Matt would be cautious enough to avoid pushing too hard. He wasn't going to hurt Jake like that, as much as his animal instinct screamed at him to dominate without remorse. In-and-out. In-and-out. To a depth of approximately nine inches, that was all he asked.

Jake moved in rhythm to Matt's bucking hips, working around the discomfort their rutting caused. Sally recorded every glorious minute of his humiliation, all the while sneaking furtive glances at Alicia nearby, masturbating.

Matt's thrusting grew more and more forceful, until he was pounding that sweet ass for all it's worth. Never exceeding the length he'd already sunk into the meaty cavern, but not relenting in speed or power either. The fox taking him was no slouch. When Matt moved, he moved to compensate. Guy was learning. That was always a good sign. A sign he knew his place beneath this Adonais of the Animal Kingdom.

"Fuck," he cursed, "you are_tight._"

He slammed his hips forward, striking Jake's thighs with his balls. He'd managed an extra inch. Progress!

Matt maintained his pace, mounting the put-upon fox. His penile barbs scraped the fox's sensitive canal The hard flesh of his cock rubbed against the back of Jake's prostate, generating mind-blowing pleasure. The fox was close, Matt could tell by the way he struggled to keep up with him. Dark reddish pink disappeared into the ravenous gateway, emerging slimy with his cock's natural lubricant. Slippery, squelchy interplay between dick and hole. It wouldn't be long now until he emptied his liquid love into the parched cavern.

Just as predicted, Jake climaxed first, enduring a nerve-wracking prostate orgasm. He spluttered and wheezed and cried out in enraptured delight, wetting the bedsheets with his own emission. Matt picked up speed, snarling. His massive body steadfastly survived the throes of passion induced by the arrival of Jake's climax. The fox came, his backside clenched down hard on the cock ravaging his ass. He constricted more and more. Matt wasn't giving in yet, he had to keep this ecstasy flowing. No quickie for him; no, this King of the Jungle wanted things to last.

And so, with Jake spent, Matt persisted five minutes more, wearing out his bitch's hole. In apt imitation of a massive feral beast he roughly seized Jake's hips, claws biting into flesh, and pulled him close. A great, resounding roar echoed through the building, his huge muscled body jerking with his own climax. His cock released a viscous load of cum, flooding Jake's insides with a boiling-hot reminder of their lovemaking.

Alicia triggered her own small orgasm, fingers twitching as they stimulated her. She threw a hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp, rocking back-and-forth in her chair. Her love juices stained the seat as she tried to hide her indiscretion.

Watching the large lion shivering in the afterglow, seed spurting out from bunged-up tail hole still holding most of his length, Sally bit her lip in a desperate bid to control her desire.Stay professional Sal, keep it in your pants. She switched to viewing Alicia, the vixen in the midst of a toe-curling peak, involuntarily stroking her satisfied pussy-lips.

Matt's pendulous balls throbbed causally in the open air as they pumped a copious amount of cum into a not-so-capacious fox. Much of it spilled outside, dripping onto the bed and soaking into the sheets. The maid would certainly be in for a hard day's work cleaning this up!

"Hah...haaahhhh..."

"Urgh." Jake felt bloated. Filled to the brim by this sex god.

Placing a paw on each cheek, Matt slowly nudged his way out, sliding his cock back from the darkest depths. Raw, unadulterated bliss coursing through his veins. The camera was still rolling.Should be about wrapped up, he mused. This Newell couple are a strange breed, but who am I to argue with what memories they want to look back on and fawn over?

Grunting, and now tired, Matt removed himself fully from the entanglement. He gave the nod to Sally to stop the filming, and she complied almost immediately. It was imperative no-one but them saw what was on that camera, their jobs were at stake. Sally looked at Jake on the bed, knackered, and then looked at Matt. Panting, yes. Tired, yes. But still the image of a Grecian hero. Somewhere in an ancient ruin there rests an urn with a mosaic depiction of Achilles, or Jason, or Theseus. And she'd bet her bottom dollar it'd have a striking resemblance to the leonine specimen in her midst.

Sally packed her things, whereas a naked and fulfilled Matt sauntered over to the kitchen. He fetched a beer from the fridge, gulping it down as a reward for a job well done. He wandered the rooms until he found where he'd stashed his clothes.

"I trust you'll take care of everything," he called over to Sally.

"Will do Matty," she shouted back. She was capable of handling the processing and editing of this unofficial encounter, without their bosses finding out. "This film ain't for public viewing. Well, none of them are, but you know what I mean."

Fixing her attire, what scant material she had covering her at least, Alicia went and thanked them.

"Matt," she called over, "cheers buddy, ya did me a solid. We're square now."

"_No problemo._Was due to blow off some steam. You gave me the perfect opportunity."

Alicia sat down on the side of the bed, admiring her exhausted brother. He lay flat on his front, in a daze, limbs like jelly. Her brother muttered her name and some other noises, she was able to vaguely work out it was him saying: "neat surprise."

"Your welcome. What a trip so far eh?"

Week 4, Day 1:

---

"Here you go Jake." Matt handed over a USB key.

"This is the...the uh..."

"It's the only available copy. We take our guests' privacy very seriously here. We wouldn't want our establishment to be linked to a revenge porn scandal. God forbid."

The two of them sat on a bench next to a small drinks stand. The girls were off elsewhere.

"Keep that one safe, away from prying eyes."

"Will do."

"Now, as to the other one. The 'official' stuff. Those are stored on our servers, but we tightly control who has access, and who as the ability to actually open the files."

"Go on." Jake needed this explanation, for his own sanity. God forbid anyone back home came across evidence of their incest.

"Photos and recordings are put into encrypted storage. That means myself, or Sally, or any of the staff can't actually get to them -- you set up a password between you and Alicia, and that's the only way anyone can access them. Check with the resort reception when you're leaving to sort all that out."

"That sounds secure."

"Trust me, it is. Like I said, we absolutely do not want anything this personal ending up plastered across the Internet."

"That makes me feel a lot better."

"You enjoying your time here?"

"Absolutely."

"You've got how many days remaining?"

"Under a week."

"Cool, cool." Matt coughed.

Jake squinted. "What's the matter with you?"

"Nothing," Matt brushed aside his suspicion, "although, if you want...we could..."

"Ah, I see."

"I mean, only if you want to--"

"Some other time perhaps."

The lion grinned. "Worth a try huh?"

"It was."

"Well, can't stick around here all day, lots of work to do. Be seeing you."

"Have a good one," Jake replied.

Matt was about to leave. Before he departed, he made one last remark to Jake...

"By the way, I have Sally checking Alicia's progress."

"Progress?"

He winked. "On your parting gift. From all of us here at the Starlight Isles."

* * *

"I wanna say thanks for a wonderful time, but I'm not sure what you want me to do?"

"Lay down on the bed there hon."

Alicia did as she was told. Sally slid the duffel back she'd arrived with over to the side of the bed, and dived inside, rummaging through it. The vixen twiddled her thumbs, pondering the purpose of this meeting.

"Thanks again. For helping us. I didn't think I'd get so much out of this vacation."

"Your welcome. You probably get tired of myself, Matt or any of the staff her sayin' this, but it's all part of the service!"

"And what a service, huh?"

Sally peeked over at Alicia, lying flat on her bed. "You would be referring to the...naughtier bits, am I correct in guessing?"

Alicia's ears drooped, becoming bashful at the mouse's remarks. "You could say that. Jake and I didn't see each other quite like that before coming here...I, um, it's a long story."

"Keep it to yourself if that's what feels best."

"I will, it's not something I want to share," she huffed. "Still, you surprised us with what the resort had to offer. I'm speaking of the 'naughty' things of course!"

"Well y'all put on a good show for the cameras. I should be thanking you! Now, time for another surprise."

Alicia frowned. "There's another surprise?"

"Ooh, there's always another surprise silly! What's married life but a string of surprises?"

"Okay Ms. Philosophy, what are ya referrin' to?"

"I hope this turns out right," she stated, brandishing a small white device. The clinical appearance of the object worried Alicia. "Don't want our guests to miss the best part!"

Sally laid her diminutive paws on Alicia's body, feeling around her lower torso. Evidently she found something to her liking, because her face lit up. Then she placed the object onto Alicia's belly.

"Fuck that's cold." The metal base of the device sent chills through her. It was clearly medical in purpose, that much was blindingly obvious by now. Sally pressed down on the top -- there must be a button, or something, to turn it on.

"Wait for the beeps, Alicia."

"How long is this thing supposed to sit on my stoma--"

Beep-beep.

"Done. And it's a green light!"

"Green...huh..." Alicia looked down at her belly. True to her word, a bright green LED glowed, illuminating the room in a faint green hue. She noticed Sally clap her hands on her cheeks.

"I'm so happy for you two! Sorry, I get like this every time."

"Oh no." At the pit of her stomach, Alicia could feel the unease, the despair rising, fermenting inside of her.

"You gotta cub in there."

Please, please, please tell me I'm dreaming, she cried -- yet the words never left her mouth.No! I can't be!

"It's always a roll of the dice when it comes to the supplements. Different couples take different amounts of time to conceive." Sally busied herself with putting away the pregnancy scanner, leaving Alicia to experience a new bout of existential dread.

This was all too good to be true. The giveaway, the honeymoon, the money, their win. All of it. It was bound to come crashing down at some point. There were no free lunches. No easy lives for anybody. Fortune seldom fell into the laps of those unable to pay their debt. The universe wanted something in return. Always did. They were just blind enough to waltz straight into the repayment scheme.

OH GOD! Me and Jake...we did this...we...

My own brother...

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!!

"Congratulations. Here's to starting your new family!"

Alicia gave a tepid response, a partial smile. She remained silent. Expressionless. Trying not to scream.

* * *

Vrrrt. Vrrrt.

"Huh?"

Matt elbowed Jake. "Was that your phone?"

He swiped to unlock his smartphone, seeing a text from Alicia he asked Matt for some privacy. One might call the language therein_colourful._

It read: 'GET UR ASS BACK HERE NOW! NEED 2 TALK! F#KN STEP ON IT!!!!'

* * *

"Did you look at the exact details, like, every single one?"

"I have it here on my phone."

Desperately scrolling through a list of items on the Starlight Isles homepage, Jake and Alicia sought to find some explanation -- no matter the pretext -- for what they'd just learned. They wanted the truth.

"I can't think of where this could be mentioned."

"Sis, we have to find out what the fuck we got ourselves into. We can't ignore this giant elephant-sized SHIT of a revelation they just dropped on us!"

They careened through page after page of marketing doublespeak, legal spin, and unhelpful links. Nothing added up. She'd kept meticulous track of her monthly cycle ever since the first time with Jake; terrified of such a hiccup. Nothing seemed to fit. Sally mentioned 'supplements' -- she had been too petrified to ask what the mouse meant. There had to be more information, somewhere.

"_Nah-nuh-nuh,_we're doin' it wrong."

"Let me think for one second."

"Did you read everything?"

"Yeah I did."

"No I mean it, did you read everything? EVERYTHING?"

"Here," Alicia sulked, "you take the phone." She collapsed into her chair, burying her head in her hands, sobbing. "Pregnant..."

Jake had little success searching. Alicia steeled herself and returned to her brother's side to lend a hand.

"Wait wait wait...the competition offer...see that link there?"

"Uh-huh."

"Click it."

He opened the link. Another avalanche of legalise spewed across his sister's phone screen. Jake narrowed his search, and luckily (or unluckily) found a part containing tables of two-letter prefixes. These must have some correspondence to the trip code they used for pay for everything.

"Look, there! CB. That's the code we were given. CB-367!"

"I'm on it, I'm on it."

"Well don't just stand there gawpin' at the scary words, read it."

"There's a section here...opened when I touched it...oh sweet Jesus no...Alicia, read that right there..."

Buried under mountains of misdirection, there it lay. The text screamed at them:

At Starlight Isles we take pride in allowing true love to blossom between partners. And what is more a statement of true love than embarking on the journey of a lifetime: bringing a child into this world! Winners of the Deluxe Honeymoon Getaway draw will be treated with our complimentary Newlywed Family Starter Bundle, to provide you and your spouse every opportunity to conceive. Our staff will add the finest natural aphrodisiacs and fertility enhancing supplements to each and every meal when you order using your unique vacation package code...

The pair trailed off from reading the rest of the paragraph. Jake was the first to crack.

"They've been giving us drugs. Fucking fertility drugs!"

"Oh God, aphrodisiacs! That explains...what we did...why we were so..."

Horny,_her mind scolded her, _all the time. You should've noticed it grow on you. Grow inside you. Like a cancer. Your lust for your own flesh and blood.They just helped it spread.

Jake clenched his paws, balling them into fists. "That explains so much," he cried, "so god-damn cock-sucking much!"

"And we agreed to this shit. They assumed we knew this."

Jake went weak at the knee and stumbled forward. He caught himself and found a place to sit. "Over three weeks we've been...been..."

Alicia gulped. "Yeah."

He buried his head in his paws. "I'm this close to losin' it," he warned her.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"In the food, in the drink."

"I didn't know they'd do that!"

"No, you didn't, you dumb bitch," he sneered. A hard smack across the face left him stunned. Alicia seized his throat, finding strength she never knew existed.

"Do. Not. Call. Me. A. Bitch!"

"I--I--" Jake tried to speak, but choking was all he could manage.

Alicia's eyes widened. Releasing her grip, she covered her mouth in shock and shame. "Ohmygod! Sorry, sorry!"

"It's okay. Shouldn't have called ya that."

"I shouldn't have brought us here," she admitted, "this is all my fault!"

"Hey. Hey."

"A baby, Jake. A cub!"

"We can--"

"I don't think I can get rid of it...I can't...I don't know what to do," she sniffed, "everything's FUCKED!"

"Hey, hey, hey.Shhh...everything's gonna be fine." He joined her in tears. "I'll never in a million years forgive myself for getting you pregnant. For any of this. This shouldn't have happened, I know.Gah, snfff...I'm sorry too Alicia."

They held one another. Their embrace lasted for a while. They didn't care to keep time. Such mundanity was a foreign concept in the wake of this nascent ordeal.

"We can get through this. Things'll work out."

"You reckon?"

"Uh-huh. Just gotta take this one step at a time."

She caught him off-guard with a kiss on the lips. "I love you."

"I love you too. More than ever it seems."

"Hehe, this trip wasn't a total waste. We both found a mate."

The two foxes laughed together.

"One week left. There's still plenty to see and do out here. We can worry about real-life shit later."

"Well all I know is I'm not touching another drop of alcohol. There's a baby in here," she said, a hand over her stomach.

"That we do. That...gulp...we do. The prize money should help. We have to clear our heads before making any big decisions."

"One last thing bro."

"Hmm?"

"..."

"Alicia?"

"How the fuck are we going to explain this to everyone back home!?"