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The autumn gust rushed against her chest, and flapped up her skirt.

The full moon served as her only source of illumination.

The only sounds were the melodies of crickets, her Mary-Jane shoes on the solid dirt, and her mild frantic gasps.

Despite the lack of a clear vision, and the increasing musk of her own sweat, Cindy Doeson refused to halt, except for when her bottom needed a scratching.

From within the closest shrub, the deer was carefully observed, from her formal footwear to her twin ginger braids to her fiery red cape to her fluttering skirt that revealed an odd pair of frumpy vanilla underpants.

The young doe descended down the slope, oblivious to her secret spectator, only to strike a stable root.

"Oh!" She subsequently collapsed to the earth, plummeted further down the hill, and finally ceased by the concealing shrub, with her legs promoted, and her skirt slumped.

Cindy's ears shot up at the shame of fully exposing her silly undergarments. However, a new noise distracted her.

Her ears leveled back at a modest, intimidating growl with no definite origin, and now she feared that whoever this creature was, they might detect the perspiration within her baggy underwear.

Her eyes darted left, right, up, down, and every other direction to locate the source of a second guttural voice.

Her heart then halted as she now heard the leaves stirring just 4 inches behind her, and she refused to even peek back until the sound had ended.

The doe fiddled her hooves as she gradually turned, and her sweat increased greatly as she discovered a tall, lanky form nearly 6 feet above her huddled position.

"Eep..." Was all she could muster as he unveiled a pair of gleaming auburn pupils, and an equally luminous pair of fangs that would put the most effective butcher knife to shame.

Cindy couldn't even obey her instinct to shroud her rear in modesty as this beast drooled at the sight of it and emitted another threatening growl.

"Uh, Red?"

The doe's ears slowly ascended at the sudden casual voice, and she stared back at the tall, nude figure, as he clasped his own paws.

"You sure no-one's gonna see us?"

She formed a tender grin at his humble question, and giggled, before rising to the canine.

"Fluff-Cake, this is where Applepine Acres used to be, and I still remember bawling my eyes out as a fawn when I heard they were moving to the plains of BunnyBurrow. Trust me, not a single mammal can see us..."

The timberwolf attempted to hide his swaying tail at Cindy's hooves fixing onto her sultry thighs, and especially her half-hidden eyes accompanying her pleasant smile.

"OK. If you insist." He responded, to which she released a more vocal perky twitter.

After a period of silence, the doe cleared her throat, and darted her pupils from Stephan's top to his bare bottom.

"Hmm? Oh, right!"

After his realization, Stephan shut his eyes, and carefully emanated another menacing growl, as his claws and jaws were once again on display for his cervine lady.

Desperately trying to avoid gawking at his backside, Cindy cautiously stepped away from her tempting mate.

Finally, she hastily turned, and began to leap away further into the forest, with Stephan accelerating toward her.

Taking advantage of the situation, Cindy clutched the edge of her red skirt and silky petticoat, and promoted them up from her bottom as she pranced about.

From his feral position, Stephan regarded his mate's poofy, yet inviting frilly undergarments.

This sight took him back to the first week of October, when she sported an assortment of Dismurinea Princess gowns, plus a Prench Maid dress, just so she could twirl about, flaunting each of her decorative panties. If only December could come sooner so she can show off her "Sugarplum Fairy" outfit.

As Cindy continued flashing her behind, her tongue still stuck out, she noticed a rather hefty root bulging from the soil.

With a shrewd giggle, the deer paused at the root, and allowed herself to topple over, making sure that her skirt was once again flipped down.

"Oh deer! Somebody help me! Save me from this wolf!"

Stephan smirked at the familiar pair of brunette legs clad in formal footwear, accompanying those bloomers and that sharp faux-distressed voice.

He swiftly sprung onto the doe, and snared her flapping legs, prompting a giggle from her.

"Pleeeease! Heeeeelp!"

Within only a couple minutes, the perverted wolf had relieved his companion of each and every garment, save for the red cape, and relished in their scents, before focusing on Cindy's rump.

Next, he confined her to a few trees, and managed to compel both the most erotic bleats, and the biggest smile on her muzzle, before they were forced to evacuate the woods by the prescence of another mammal.

Stephan tore the October page from the calendar with the same ease as shredding Cindy's clothes, and observed the autumn backdrop accompanying the November page.

The secluded woods portrayed here looked like the perfect environment to settle in after marriage.

In spite of what he'd heard, the wolf admired the straightforward, if slightly rigid weather provided in the wooded division of the Meadowlands, and the massive shade that the oaks provided in the summer.

On top of that, they would still have a plethora of convenient stores and eateries, essential or otherwise, nearby. Not quite as abundant as in the city of Zootopia, but perfect for a humble semi-rural couple.

Stephan's mood diminished, however, once he peeked at the boxes from the 11th to the 19th that were highlighted with red markers, coupled with the bold text "Family Meetings!".

He hadn't visited his family since his birthday in April, just within the space between his first two visits to the Sahara Public Library and his "dear deer", and their conversations since then were limited to phone calls. They usually detailed either his dates with his bubbly new girlfriend, or some other kind of update going on back in the Alpine Ridges, like mom stationing the "Alpha Burger" stand in the stadium for the newest baseball game, or his sister kicking off a new friendship that wasn't limited to her Discord server.

However, the lack of a response from his father on any of the matters always left the canine in depression, which only deepened since Cindy marked the dates on this calendar.

Dumbfounded at just how few leftovers there were, Cindy took the vast plastic bowl that was left outside their room during their night out, and rummaged to find anything that wasn't chocolate.

While a movie night was a tradition for her on Sam Hain night, the doe had often pinned for the days when she'd either join or attend to the trick-or-treating fawns and cubs in her old neighborhood, and especially the times when her family would host an extensive costume party.

However, the unadulterated thrill she'd just experienced would be enough to fill that Autumn vibe, at least until she had children.

As she packaged the Herdshy's bars and Fleece's Pieces for "Library Donations'', Cindy noticed a medium frame nailed to the wall 3 feet away.

It portrayed her partner giving a humble grin, accompanied by two female canines. One with a pale coat, an immense belly and her right paw affectionately gripping Stephan's shoulder, and the other slightly less round, with a charcoal pelt, and a disgruntled frown.

The doe took special notice of the lack of a distinguishable "Alpha" in this portrait. Stephan had never mentioned any father, which she'd chalked up to as either a death in the family, or more optimistically, just a "workaholic" type.

As happy she was with her own family, Cindy had been fiercely waiting for the chance at becoming a part of her mate's "pack".

Since they started dating, she couldn't prevent herself from rereading her favorite chapters of the wolf history books at the Sahara Public Library: The Ethics of The Pack.

According to the Norwulf texts of the far past, once the mates were bound for marriage, the "outside individual" would be promised special security from the pack. If they were under enemy attack, it would be the Alpha's sworn duty to prevent any harm. If they bore puppies of their own, the Alpha would be obliged to celebrate. If any member of the pack dared to humiliate the "outside Omega", they would be under intense scorn.

Every night she rested with her Fluff-Cake, Cindy yearned for a true "pack hug" from his family. She could practically perceive the refreshing flurry from the combined wagging of their tails, with their rich howls ringing in her ears.

While inserting his disc of "The Nightmare Before Yule" into the Hamsung player, Stephan uttered a melancholy whimper, contemplating the worst-case scenario with his father's involvement, if any, with his new affair.

He reclined onto his bed, with only the awkward shuffling of his doe-decorated sheets and the sputtering of his DVD console echoing through the room.

It still felt like yesterday that he was facing the dark Alpha male 2 feet away at the dinner table, his fiery pupils shriveling and every hair on his pelt erecting with fury as he growled about the "damn grazers".

Cindy had never stated, let alone indicated that she had any role in the Night Howler Scandal years earlier, or any sort of discrimination against predators in general. Even if she had, the silver canine would have known with his snout alone. Yet he dreaded the notion of his dad blaming her breed for laying him off his role as the Alpine High coach amid the tensions of the "savage attacks".

"Hey Fluff-Cake! Watch out!"

Stephan's heartbeat surged once he caught sight of the ginger-haired doe pouncing toward him.

The wolf's ears shot up and the silver hue in his cheeks turned crimson as he gazed from Cindy's gleaming sapphire eyes, to her playful smile, to the dangling end of her red mane, to whatever he could make out of her fur patterns beneath her luxurious silk nightgown, and finally to the short tail fluttering just above her behind, rivaling his own swaying tail.

He failed to withhold a chuckle as her hooves danced through his chest tuft.

"Alright, Red Honey. Don't wanna waste all our speed tonight, do we?"

The doe rolled her eyes and squirmed her grin with a low "hmmm..."

"Say, Cindy? After our movie, can we watch some of the bonus features?"

She scoffed in response to yet another request on "Dismurinea Night".

"I take it you'll wanna see the previews too?"

"Yes, please?" Stephan briskly nodded.

Cindy emitted another light giggle as she twirled into the beams reflected from the moon on the bed.

"Alright, sure." She gripped his delicate biceps as she spoke.

"Thanks, my dear deer."

He planted a peck on her fluffy cheek while tapping the buttons on his remote, hardly spotting the calendar page that drifted from his paw to the carpet.