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    Rinehart watched her as she thumbed the elastic of her panties. Violet’s sultry gaze browsed the naked fox’s features as he lay in their bed, smiling down at her. Her dewlap fell just beyond the first of her teats, teasing the imagination. Sunlight danced on the edge of her glasses. The rabbit’s steps were light as she sauntered over to the edge of the bed. With a quick hop, she landed beside the fox’s stomach. Laying her head on his chest, Violet sunk her fingers into his fur.

    “Panties,” she said. “Such an ugly word.”

    Rinehart snorted.

    “I think they look good on you.”

    “I can tell,” she smirked, groping lower until she found his poking shaft. “Stephen seems to think so.”

    Rinehart huffed, rolling away from the rabbit to hide his red cheeks.

    “I was sixteen. Everybody named their dick at sixteen.”

    “Doesn’t make it any less ridiculous.”

    “We had to!”

    “Whoa, whoa. We? Who is this ‘we’?”

    Rinehart bit his tongue. Dammit.

    “You know—the football team. To prove you weren’t gay.”

    “What? So a bunch of young, strapping mammals got in a circle and sired names for their penises? I’m sorry, but that has to be the most homoerotic thing I’ve ever heard.”

    “Well, at least I didn’t name mine ‘World Commander.’”

    Violet burst out laughing.

    “What?”

    “Oh yeah,” Rinehart smiled, spreading his arms wide. “Big bear, forget his name. But the kid wanted to join the army, so he needed something ‘powerful and frightening.’”

    “Unbelievable.”

    The fox, grappled the rabbit, dragging her onto his chest. Her laughter died down quickly, replaced with a satisfied hum. She leaned down for a kiss, shivering when he placed a paw on the small of her back. Her tail twitched with excitement. She trailed her lips down his muzzle until she reached his forehead, then whispered in his ear.

    “Baby, I want you to do me with that big World Commander of yours.”