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Bradley McGregor, twelve year old gray wolf was not exactly a happy camper at the moment. It was only the second week of summer vacation and already his life felt miserable. It was bad enough that his parents were going on vacaction for two weeks without him, but what truly irritated him was the fact that they had someone coming over to watch him--a babysitter! Bradley curled his lips and flared his nostrils at the mention of needing to be supervised like some helpless little cub. He was almost thirteen for God's sake! He begged, pleaded, and threw tantrums to convince his parents to at least let him stay by himself, but it was all in vain.

"Bradley," said Mrs. McGregor as she checked her list, making sure that everything she needed was packed. "I'm not going to argue anymore with you. You are not staying home for two weeks by yourself!"

Bradley folded his arms in contempt. "I just hope nobody at school finds out about this. I'll look like a retard!"

Mrs. McGregor looked up from her list. "Bradley! I've told you not to use that word! It's extremely offensive!"

"Well, I'm offended that I need a babysitter!" retorted Bradley.

Mr. McGregor, who had been hurriedly packing his clothes, stopped what he was doing and stormed over to his son. "Bradley, one more word out of you about this, and you won't get to see the fight next Saturday!"

Bradley's attitude changed like the flick of a switch. The young wolf was a huge boxing fan, and next weekend was what many in the boxing world were calling the "Fight of the Century". Bradley's favorite boxer, a huge white wolf named Will McCallister, who held the WBC heavyweight world title was fighting a tiger named Tommy Talmidge, who held all the other heavyweight world titles. The bout, unless decided a draw, would determine who would be the undisputed heavyweight world champion of boxing; something the world had not seen in over ten years. Bradley wouldn't miss that for anything.

"Okay," said Bradley, softly. "I'll behave myself."

"You'd better," said Mr. McGregor, "that pay-per-view is a hundred bucks!"

What bothered Bradley even more than having a babysitter at his age, was the realization that his father would be on vacation during the fight. It was Mr. McGregor who had first gotten his son interested in the sport. From even a very young age, Bradley remembered watching countless fights with his dad, and ti was a great bonding experience. Mr. McGregor had made sure to instil a love for the fight game in his son. After all, he had been a heavyweight world champion. With all the money Mr. McGregor had made in prize fighting, it never ceased to amaze Bradley when his Dad complained about the price of things, though Bradley never said a word about it.

"So," said Bradley, "who's going to be watching me anyway?"

"Her name is Tori," said Mrs. McGregor, "She's a nineteen year old vixen."

"How do you know her?" asked Bradley.

"Her mother is one of my friends. She's home from college for the summer and wants to make some extra money."

"How much?" asked Bradley.

Mrs. McGregor only had to give her son a dirty look to let him know that his question was not an appropriate one. Just as Bradley was feeling stupid from asking his question, the doorbell rang.

"That must be her now!" said Mrs. McGregor. "Bradley, would you please go answer the door?"

Sighing, the young wolf did as he was told. Sauntering from his parents' bedroom, he made the trek to the doorway. Rolling his eyes, he turned the doorknob, slowly opening it. Standing in the doorway was a buxom young vixen; her fur bright red, black tipped ears, white tipped tail, and a well endowed chest, that last part of her was something Bradley couldn't take his eyes away from. The vixen smiled at him.

"Hi!" she said, extending her right paw to the wolf. "You must be Bradley. I'm Tori."

Bradley, his mouth hanging open, held out his right paw and carefully took hold of Tori's. He noticed instantly how tender and smooth her paw felt.

"Yeah," said Bradley, almost in a trance. "I'm Bradley."

Mrs. McGregor was now at the doorway, smiling at Tori. "Why, hello, Tori! Welcome to our home! Bradley, be a gentleman and take her bags in!"

"What?" said Bradley, still dazed, "oh, yeah!"

Tori had brought two bags with her, and Bradley picked them both up, carrying them into the living room where Mr. McGregor was now at. Tori walked over to Mr. McGregor, and politely shook his paw.

"It's an honor to meet you, sir." said the vixen. "Excuse me for a second," she said, going for one of her duffel bags. Unzipping the main compartment, she took out a large red boxing glove and black marker, presenting them to Mr. McGregor. "I hope I'm not being too forward, but could I have your autograph, sir?"

Mr. McGregor smiled. "Certainly!" he said, taking the glove and marker. With a wide grin, he wrote, "To Tori, from Mighty Martin McGregor" on the glove before handing it back to the vixen, who appeared rather pleased with her gift.

"Tori," said Mrs. McGregor. "I never knew you were a boxing fan."

The vixen nodded. "Yes, ma'am. My dad and I watched the fights almost every weekend before I went off to college. He told me he loved watching you, sir."

Martin blushed through his fur at the compliment. "Well, tell your father I said thank you."

Looking at her cell phone, Mrs. McGregor noticed they were running late. "We'd better get going. You remember all the instructions I gave you, Tori?"

The vixen pulled a folded sheet of paper out of her pocket. "I have them right here."

"Good," said Mrs. McGregor, "Bradley, come here and give me a hug!"

The young wolf went over to his mom, giving her a huge hug. This would be the longest time he had ever spent away from his parents, and he would miss them.

"Bye, mom." said Bradley.

"Give me a hug too, boy!" said Martin.

Bradley went over to his father, hugging him tightly. No sooner had he let go of his dad, when he put his fists up in a defensive position, as did Martin. Grinning, Martin, slowly threw a fake left hook at his son, his paw stopping before he made contact, instead he ruffled his boy's ears. Picking up their bags, Martin and his wife went out to their car. Tori and Bradley stood in the doorway and waved them goodbye; not going back inside until they had finally left.

Once his parents' car was out of sight, the two went back inside. Bradley sat down on the couch, and much to his surprise, Tori sat down right next to him. She smiled at the young wolf, as he once again stared at her fine figure.

"I'm sorry," said Bradley, looking away from her in embarrassment. "It's not polite to stare at people."

Tori just giggled. "It's okay, Bradley. I don't mind."

The young wolf looked back at her, a stupid grin hanging on his face. "So, what would you like to do?"

"I wouldn't mind going on a tour of your house." said the vixen.

"Okay," said Bradley, hopping up from the couch. "Follow me."

The McGregor home was quite immense, and Bradley made sure to show her everything, though their first stop was in the room that Tori would be sleeping in. Bradley happily carried the vixen's bags for her, leaving them in the guest room. Tori was in awe of everything she saw, complimenting Bradley on what a lovely home he had, and especially liking his door poster of WBC champion Will McCallister, but what captivated the vixen the most was Martin McGregor's office. Inside the spacious office, Tori went over and carefully placed her paws on the many champion belts that hung on the wall.

"Wow, I never thought I'd get to see anything like this!"

Bradley shrugged. "I guess they're kind of normal for me. Dad didn't get married and have me until after he retired from boxing, so I've been around them my entire life."

Tori turned to Bradley. "Do you want to be a boxer, Bradley?"

Bradley sighed. "Yeah, but Dad's not crazy about me doing that, and Mom would probably kill me if I tried."

"But it's something you want to do, right?"

"Dad says it's in my blood. His Dad was a professional boxer, too. McGregor's have been fighters even when it was just bare-knuckled fighting."

"You certainly have quite a family heritage," observed the vixen.

Bradley grinned. "Thanks. I guess having a babysitter won't be so bad after all."

Tori laughed. "Oh, I'm not your babysitter! I'm just here to watch you and be your friend."

"That sounds okay to me," said Bradley.

Three days had passed since Tori had been at the McGregor home, and Bradley was enjoying the time he spent around Tori. The two of them played video games together, went out for lunch and dinner, Bradley even took Tori to the basement, which had been made into a gym. Down there, the young wolf showed off his fighting skills, punching the speed bag with consistency and accuracy. With the heavy bag, he demonstrated his foot work, circling the bag and throwing hooks and jabs as he danced around it.

"Very impressive," said Tori, clapping.

"Thanks," said Bradley, panting from the workout. Dressed in only his boxing trunks and shoes, Bradley noticed that Tori was now the one staring at him.

"Like what you see?" he said with a grin.

Tori, unlike Bradley, showed no embarrassment at being caught by the young wolf. She grinned back at him. "Yeah, I do. I would never guess a twelve year old would be as big, tall and muscular as you!"

Bradley nodded. It was true that he was very big for his age, but then again he had been working out from a young age and never really thought much about it.

"How about we go upstairs and get something to eat?" suggested Bradley.

"Sounds fine to me," said Tori.

"I'm going to go get a shower first," said Bradley.

"Okay," said the vixen.

Once Bradley had showered and the two were finished with lunch, the topic of conversation turned to the fight that would occur Saturday night.

"I think McCallister gonna knock Talmidge out," said Bradley proudly.

"I don't know," said Tori, shaking her head. "Talmidge is a great defensive fighter, and McCallister has always had trouble with southpaws."

"What?" said Bradley, not believing what he had just heard. "Talmidge doesn't have the punching power that McCallister does, and he's got a week chin!"

"He's only been knocked down three times in his whole career," observed Tori.

"That's three more times than Will McCallister has."

Tori thought about that last comment for awhile. "I guess you have a point. I'm going to have to pick McCallister to win."

"Ha!" he said, smirking. "Told you!"

Tori grinned and the young wolf's antics, but the conversation had now turned to awkward silence. Not wanting the uncomfortable feeling to continue, Bradly spoke up.

"So, what do we do now? You want to play "Call of Duty"? God out shopping? You pick!"

Tori ran a paw along her lips, trying to hide her grin. "I wouldn't mind seeing that nice body of yours again."

Bradley cocked his head sideways. He had not expected for the vixen to choose that. Nonetheless, he was happy to comply with her request. Taking his shirt off, he tossed it aside and struck several flexing poses for his caretaker. Tori made several "ohs" and "ahs" as she watched the muscular young wolf show off his stuff.

"Still like what you see?"

"Even more than before," said Tori. "Could I feel your arm?"

Bradley paused for a moment. He had been told from a very young age by his parents about appropriate and inappropriate touching, and what Tori was asking for was probably inappropriate, but he really liked the teenage vixen. She didn't boss him around, and always treated him so nicely. How could he refuse her?

"Alright," said Bradley, flexing his right arm. "Have a feel."

Tori reached over, feeling his bulging biceps. Bradley felt a strange, but very pleasant shock as Tori went from simply touching him to rubbing his arm. Bradley was soon lost in a sea of comfortable bliss, and before he knew it, the vixen was rubbing his chest. He closed his eyes, loving every second of her touch, especially when she rubbed his abdominal muscles.

"By the looks of you, I'd say you're really enjoying this." said Tori.

Bradley opened his eyes, and instantly saw Tori pointing down at his crotch. The young wolf had been so preoccupied by Tori's touch that he failed to notice that he was now sporting a massive erection.

"Oh, shit!" said Bradley, turning away from Tori, feeling so humiliated.

"What's wrong?" said Tori.

"Tori, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that!"

Tori laughed. "Oh, turn around, silly! I'm not offended."

Bradley turned around, though his paws were now covering his crotch. His face was still bright red, almost the color of the vixen's fur.

"You don't have to cover yourself," said Tori, calmly.

Slowly, Bradley moved his paws away from his crotch. "Sorry."

"Why?" said Tori. "That's what I was hoping for."

Now Bradley was truly amazed. "You . . . you were?"

Tori got up from the couch. "Bradley, how about you come with me."

Bradley, still erect, walked down the hall behind Tori. He followed her into her room and she patted the mattress, beckoning him to come sit next to her. Bradley sat down, then looked over at Tori.

"Sorry if I made you feel awkward," said Tori.

"That's okay," said Bradley, giving a slight laugh. "I did enjoy that."

"Bradley, I was wondering if you might like to do more than that?"

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Well," said Tori, her voice sensual. "Would you like to see my chest?"

Yet another shocker for the young wolf. He had spent the last three days trying to avoid looking at that particular part of her body, and how here she was offering to let him take a glance at her bare breasts.

"Yeah," he said.

Giggling, Tori pulled her top off, and Bradley couldn't take his eyes off of her as she undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor and revealing her large breasts. She smiled as she moved within inches of the young wolf.

"Like what you see?" she asked.

"Hell yeah!" said Bradley, reaching out a paw, but pulling it back just as quickly.

"It's okay," said Tori. "Go ahead, touch them."

Slowly, Bradley put his paws on the luscious breasts of the vixen, who closed her eyes, moaning as the wolf's paws groped her. Bradley's petting got heavier and heavier, when without warning, he reached his muzzle over and suckled on her breasts like a nursing pup. Tori had not expected that, but was by no means upset at the sudden movement. If anything, the vixen loved it even more than having paws on her breasts. Bradley suckled on her tits, harder and harder, making the vixen groan even louder. He stopped suckling, and turned his attention to licking the vixen's face, who welcomed that as well. Opening her mouth, the two kissed deeply, both of their hearts fluttering like a hummingbird's wings as the passion grew more intense. Tori now took the opportunity--much to Bradley's delight--to carefully rub at his crotch, before carefully making her way down into the wolf's shorts. Bradley exhaled almost with as stutter as the vixen grabbed at his hard cock. It was at this time, that the reality of what they were doing had finally hit him. Pulling his mouth away, he looked at the vixen.

"Tori, are we . . . you know . . . are we going to have . . ."

"Sex? Do you want to?"

"Yeah," said Bradley in a low voice.

"Good," said Tori. Standing up, the vixen unbuttoned her shorts, letting them fall to the floor. She watched as the young wolf did likewise. Reaching over to him, she pulled his underwear down, leaving him stripped to the fur, before pulling her own underwear down. Bradley had never seen such a wonderful sight in all his life. Tori, was lean, with a nice flat tummy that showed snow white fur. Tori was just impressed with her new partner.

"Damn, you've got a huge penis!" exclaimed the vixen.

"Thanks," said Bradley as the two climbed back into bed. With both beasts giggling they happily engaged in foreplay. Rubbing and groping one another, they savored the feel of each others warmth. Bradley especially loved Tori's bright red fur; he had never felt anything so soft in all his life. Wanting to please his new lover, he reached between the vixen's legs and rubbed at her clit, making her moan louder than ever before. She tugged at the wolf's hard cock as he rubbed her further, but Tori still wanted more. She whispered into Bradley's ear in between moans.

"Put it in me," she begged.

With the vixen now on her back, Bradley climbed aboard, his balls aching from the need to release his young juice. With eyes locked together, Tori felt the wolf's girth slowly entering her vaginal walls. The feeling was equally as intense for Bradley, who was enjoying the vixen's warm, wet, tight pussy. He waited until he had rammed himself to the hilt, then started thrusting. Tori wanted more and more from the young wolf.

"Oh, fuck, yes, fuck me, Big Bad Brad! Fuck me, you big, bad wolf! Make me you're dirty slut!"

With all her yelling, Bradley felt himself turn into an almost feral creature, like some creature from the wild a billion years ago. His mind was completely fixated on the vixen, wanting to fuck her like sex would be made illegal any minute. He growled, gnashing his teeth as fucked the vixen harder and harder, like she was the heavy bag down in the basement.

"Oh, fuck! I'm gonna . . . oh!" yelled Tori.

The feeling of orgasm overcame her, washing over the entirety of her vulpine body, but Bradley was still not finished. Even with the vixen exhausted, he pounded away until Tori saw the young wolf lift his head into the air and howl. As he howled, Tori groaned as she felt his warm seed spill into her cunt, a wonderful feeling at the end of their sexcapade.

Bradley pulled out of the vixen and laid down next to her, both beasts panting heavily from the encounter. As they regained their breath, Tori put her head on the wolf's chest, humming from the warmth of his muscular chest.

"That was incredible," said Bradley, putting his arm around Tori's body.

"The best I've ever had," said Tori.

Bradley wasn't at all bothered at her mention of previous sex partners. All that mattered was that he was the best.

"I think you should be a boxer," said Tori.

"Really?" said the wolf.

"Anyone who faces you has to face a real wild animal!"

Bradley laughed. "I guess so."

"So, I bet you'll want to do this the rest of the time I'm here?" asked the vixen.

"Damn right!" said Bradley.

"Good, 'cause I want more of you, too." said Tori.

"Oh," said Bradley, "By the way, when Saturday comes around, do you mind if my friend Christ comes over to watch the fight?"

"Sure." said Tori. "Is Chris a wolf too?"

"Nah," said Bradley, rubbing the vixen's ears. "He's a coyote."

Tori grinned, but didn't mention what she was thinking.

Good, now I'll have two males to please.