The Runt: Tod's New Life

By Nekko Fox
Continuance of the The Runt Story Arc



  Tod whimpered aloud in fear. His brother Ashford pulled his fist back and hammered it into Tod's stomach. The air left Tod's lungs with a rush. Before he could even recover, Terrance whipped his own fist around, slamming it into Tod's cheek. Tod cried out in pain as he was knocked to the floor. Both boys were larger than he was by far. Terrance cracked his knuckles, his dark eyes glinting maliciously behind his tousled golden hair. Ashford chuckled as he stepped forward. Both Ashford and Terrance were the same height, and both were seventeen, but Ashford seemed so much stronger than Terrance. At least, that was Tod's thought, and his opinion was renewed as his brother's booted foot kicked him in the stomach. Again and again, Ashford kicked Tod, his laugh deep and cruel.

  Tod choked and threw up, his vomit a deep red with blood. He coughed and tried to protect himself feebly with his paws. Ashford merely smirked and continued. Terrance gave a cautionary warning.

"Careful Ash...if you kick him too much, he'll stop breathing. Don't want the cops to come calling, do you? Though I don't think mom or pop'll much care if he did kick the bucket."

  Ashford gave a quiet grunt of agreement. Tod leaned up a little on his elbow. He whispered softly to Terrance.

"T-thank you Terra-"

  His soft smile was immediately punched from his face, Terrance's fist sending a spray of blood out of Tod's nose. Tod howled out in pain, tears trickling from his eyes as he curled into a small ball, his tail wrapped around himself. He heard Terrance clear his throat deeply, then spat on him. The saliva hit him squarely on the cheek, the hot liquid stinging his cuts there. He sobbed gently.

"I didn't stop him to help you, runt, I did it cuz the cops are annoying as hell and I don't want someone that deserves to be in the family to go to jail because of worthless trash like you..."

  Ashford smiled his dangerous smile and kicked him again, not as hard, but again in the stomach. Tod gasped for breath, and he could here his three sisters laughing at him from the hallway from where they sat and watched. He retched again, his vomit still a deep crimson. He collapsed to the floor, his fur soaking in the blood he had just spat up. He shut his eyes, his mind in turmoil.

  "I thought this was over. Why? Why again? Where did my new family go? Where? Come back...please come back..."

  Tod sobbed as darkness overtook him. He felt a paw lightly touch his ear and he screamed.

"Please Ash! No more! Don't hurt me again!"

  He started sobbing uncontrollably now, curling into a tight ball so that his brother wouldn't kick his soft stomach again. He hid his face with his tail, hoping that it might deter the strong fists that constantly struck him. Tears trickled from his cinched tight eyes, soaking into his paw fur and matting it. His whole body trembled with fear at the thought of being beaten again. His sobs grew into tearful cries for help, cries of help to anyone that could spare him a passing feeling of sympathy.

  Suddenly, the paw that touched his head before returned, and with it came a soft voice, a female's voice.

"Oh my God! Tod! Tod, wake up! Eric, come quick! Please!"

  Tod couldn't stop shaking, and his sobbing was growing hysterical. He felt large, muscular arms pick him up. He screamed again, and sunk his teeth into the arm holding him. He heard a grunt of pain coming from the holder, but the arms didn't let him go.

  This time a males voice, gritted by the pain of being bitten, quiet and gentle spoke to him.

"Tod...Tod! Calm down Tod! It's alright. It's me, Eric! Amy and I are here! We won't let anyone hurt you!"

  Tod opened his eyes. The lights in his new bedroom had been turned, and his sister Amy stood in front of him, fear and worry etching her beautiful features. He touched his lips with his tongue and he was greeted with the metallic taste of blood. He knew it was blood because he had tasted his own enough to know.

  He looked down...and there was Eric's arm, the arm that had picked him up and held him close. There was a deep, penetrating bite mark on Eric's arm, blood trickling down through his fur before falling to a pool at Eric's feet. On either side of the bite mark were twin claw marks, deep gashes in Eric's flesh from Tod's canine claws. Horrified, Tod turned and looked fearfully Eric's face.

  Tod looked into Eric's baby-blue eyes, and tears welled anew in his own. He began pushing away from Eric. He slipped and fell to the floor with a cry. He scooted away from Eric on the floor, his mouth open as he gasped for air.

"Oh my God...Oh God...I'm sorry!...I'm sorry Eric! I'm so sorry!"

  Tod started sobbing again, his vision blurring with tears. He knew he had done wrong. He had hurt his knew brother. He was smiling, but Tod knew he was angry. Whenever his old brothers smiled at him when they were hurt, they always beat him up, so badly that he couldn't move for hours. Eric stepped forward, his mouth opening to say something. Tod began gasping for air, panicking and scooting away until he hit the wall. His pleading apologies changed immediately.

"I'm sorry! I'm...I'M SORRY!! I'M SORRY!! Please Eric, Don't hurt me!! Please! Don't hurt me, please!!"

  Tod frantically begged and pleaded, his legs pushing him harder against the wall as he tried in vain to escape. Then Tod couldn't breathe. He gasped for breath, his hand going to his throat as he sobbed, trying to fill his lungs. Eric was speaking, but Tod couldn't hear him. He looked from Eric to Amy who moved to kneel beside him. She seemed to move ever so slowly. Then the world went black around him as Tod fainted.

---

  The world slowly came back to Tod. He was back on his bed, and he was staring at the ceiling. The fan was on, turning slowly in a small circle. Tod watched it, not quite comprehending what had just happened to him. He remembered his dream with his brother Ashton and Terrance. He remembered Amy's worried face. He remembered Eric lifting him...

  It came back with a rush. The blood, the cuts, the bite mark, the fear, the panic, the panicked breathing, all of this came bubbling up as Tod recalled what had happened. He sat up, and Amy and Eric both immediately looked at him with surprise. Eric was now dressed in a white shirt and blue silk boxers. Amy sat in a pink shift with white lace around the neck. They looked from one another, then to Tod, then back again. Tod backed into the corner of his bed with a whimper. He saw that Eric had a white bandage wrapped around his arm, red spots of blood seeping through. Just as the depth of pain he had caused finally struck home with Tod, Eric stood slowly and walked over to his bedside.

  Tod closed his eyes and whimpered pathetically. He covered his head with his paws, closing his eyes and wishing that Eric wouldn't hurt him. It was a silly wish, but his lifetime of pain has taught him that that is the best wish he could hope for. Unexpectedly, Eric's arms wrapped around him gently. Not threatening or seeking to cause him harm, but to bring him comfort. Tod slowly relaxed, then fell to tears, wrapping his small arms around Eric's neck and breaking down completely. Amy stepped forward and hushed Tod quietly, petting his hair back slowly, adding reassuring words occasionally until Tod had relaxed.

  His tearful whimpers slowly became tentative sniffles. He looked up into Eric's eyes. Seeing those blue eyes, so filled with understanding made Tod want to cry again, but he refrained. He felt that if he continued, he'd seem no more than a baby. Eric was the one who broke the silence.

"Tod...are you alright?"

  Tod nodded, and then pointed at the wounds he had administered so thoughtlessly to Eric.

"I'm fine...are you okay? I..I didn't m-mean too..."
 
  His ears fell back against his head as he turned his eyes down. He wished he could disappear and take all Eric's pain away. He looked away and started to scoot past, muttering softly, his voice choked and hollow.

"I...I'm sorry..."

  He slid off the bed and nearly crumpled to the floor when his legs could barely support him. He slowly moved towards the bedroom door.

"I guess I wasn't ready for a family after all..."

  He whispered softly. He slipped and fell. He gave a soft cry and fell forward, but was immediately caught by Eric's strong arms wrapping around him.

"No Tod. You aren't leaving. I won't let you."

  Without any sign of effort, he scooped Tod up and easily carried him back to the bed. He deposited him neatly beside Amy and stood over Tod.

"Now listen here you sweet little pup."

  Tod looked up at him, worried at being talked to so sternly, but curious at Eric's new title for him. Eric cleared his throat, then leaned down and planted a soft kiss of Tod's forehead.

"You are much too weak to be wandering off in the night to be found by God-knows-who. Second off, Amy and I have already come to the conclusion that you need to stay with us and learn more about...life."

  Eric smiled and winked. Tod smiled too, softly, catching the hint. Eric leaned back and added one last thing.

"Last is...Last is that we really think of you as part of our family now...if you leave us Tod...you would leave not only me and Amy heartbroken, but mom and dad as well. Your not some kid we found on the street, Tod...you've only been here a day, and you've already left a big impression on us. Please don't leave us Tod...you deserve a family more than anyone here."

  Tod opened his mouth to object. Eric's finger pressed gently to his lips, stopping Tod's protests. Tod blinking in surprise at this, then looked up at Eric again. Eric only smiled.

"Tod. Are you going to comment on what you did to my arm?"

  Tod nodded, his eyes watering slightly in shame. Eric shook his head, showing Tod the slightly bloody bandage on his arm.

"This is nothing Tod. If you are worried about what you did, then let me ask you...what made you start screaming and crying so frantically like that?"

  Tod blinked in surprise, not expecting the question. He looked at Amy, then back to Eric. He didn't know if he really wanted to share with them his dream...he didn't know if he could stand the thought of them thinking he was crazy, with him fearing a part of his past that couldn't hurt him, yet still did.

  Apparently Tod had been silent for too long, for at that time Eric placed a gentle paw upon his shoulder and nuzzled Tod's forehead with his own. His voice was quiet in the still room.

"Tod, if you don't want to, you don't have to tell us anything...but we're here for you. We want to help. Please."

  The sound of sympathy in Eric's voice made Tod's sniffle. He hastily hid his face with his tail as best as he could, concealing the teardrops that trickled slowly down his cheeks. He had to keep reminding himself that here, people actually did care for him.

"I...I was dreaming about my old life..."

  Tod began quietly, his voice shaking gently. He used his tail to wipe the tears away before moving it to look at Eric and Amy. They were both listening intently, ears perked up and their gaze steady. Tod took a deep breath.

"I was dreaming that...that my brothers had caught me drawing...They were older than me, Ashton and Terrance, and liked making fun of me...but they stopped making fun of me when they turned thirteen. Then they started hitting me."

  Tod drew a quivering breath. He stared off into the distance as he continued with his story.

"They didn't hit me too much at first. Just a punch to the shoulder every now and then, just to see if mom or dad would stop them...They didn't. They didn't even make any sign that they noticed, much less cared. Well, they knew that I liked...that I liked drawing...they said I was pathetic because I liked drawing so much. Dad wouldn't let me use paper, said it was his work's paper and not mine. Mom said that her pens and pencils were for her clients, not for me to use. My sister's, Fria, Angela, and Tory all got to use them. I saw them sitting at the table every Saturday morning. They were all younger than me, but still bigger than me by this much..."

  Tod raised his paw over his head a few inches. Amy smiled softly, just enjoying the cute sight of the little dog making the comparison.


"I asked Fria once if I could use a piece of paper and her old pencil. I asked Fria because she was the only one that didn't seem to hate me too much. Anyway, she grunted and pushed her old picture at me, then threw me a broken pencil...that was the nicest thing anyone had ever done to me in my life, just letting me use those things..."

  Tod looked back at Eric and Amy. Eric looked angry, and he glanced at Amy. Amy merely sat there, horrified to here of the young collies torturous youth. Eric looked back at Tod, his intense gaze making Tod cower down slightly in fear. Eric's gaze softened, and he toussled the pup's hair gently. He petted the collie softly behind his ears and whispered for him to go on. Tod nodded his ascent and continued.

"Well, because Angela and Tory wouldn't let me sit at the table with them I had to lay on the floor to draw. I flipped over the picture to the back and drew there. It was hard drawing on crinkly paper, but I tried my best. It was fun being able to draw on real paper...And then Ashford and Terrance came into the kitchen and saw me on the ground."

  Tod shivered visibly, his eyes taking on a haunted look as he remembered his dream, his memory of that painful ordeal.

"Terrance picked up my picture and laughed at it. He ripped it in half in front of me. Said I shouldn't be using our dad's paper without his permission. He threw the pieces of my picture at me. Ashford just smiled...he never laughed...he only smiled."

  He couldn't hold it in any longer, and a racking sob shook his body.

"That smile scared me so much...every time he smiled, it means I got hurt...and he liked it! He liked hurting me!...And he did it a lot. After Terrance threw my ripped up picture at me, the girls left. They didn't want to be caught watching me get hurt...they said they didn't want to feel guilty about watching me getting punished for being a runt. When the door closed, Ashford hit me across the face. Just a slap. It stung, but I couldn't do anything about it. He did it again, then again, and then he wouldn't stop."

  Tears matted the fur on Tod's cheeks as he recalled the stinging slaps across his cheeks, the burning cuts that Ashford's claws caused.

"After he slapped me a few times, he got tired and smiled that mean smile of his...he pulled his arm back. I put up my paw; I thought maybe I could stop his fist if I tried. I couldn't. He changed his aim and punched me in the stomach...Then Terrance punched my face. Then Ash started kicking me and kicking me..."

  His breathing grew slowly more rapid, his voice growing hoarse. His eyes grew frantic, detached from reality as he relived his past.

"Again and again...he just wouldn't stop! Please Ash! Stop it! Please! No more! No more! It hurts! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!!!"


  He fell over, screaming and crying, sobbing for his mother, even though in his world even she didn't care. Arms wrapped around his shoulders, calming voices softly whispered to him but he kept crying, his sobs making his body shake violently as he battled his demons on his own, hot tears stinging his eyes as he wept in fear, his paws clenching whatever he could and gripping it tightly for protection.

  It was some time before he settled down into a somewhat uneasy sleep. Amy and Eric looked at one another with worry. Without speaking a word, but both understanding the other, they crawled into the bed with little Tod, keeping the small pup between them, snug and warm, and fell asleep with their arms wrapped protectively around him.

---

  Tod awoke again, sunlight filtering through the blinds and leaving golden rectangles upon the back wall of the room. He tried to sit up, but immediately realized he was pinned to the bed. He looked down and saw two arms wrapped about his chest and middle; one being large and muscular, while the other having the softness of a female to it. He smiled gently, a tear trickling down his cheek. His life had been nothing but pain and misery before; now he found himself being hugged from both sides by people who cared about him, even going so far as to sleep with him to comfort him during his nighttime terrors. He laid back with a sigh, closing his eyes and enjoying the softness of the bed he had been given.

  Eric gave a soft grunt and shifted positions a little, his muscled arm still holding tightly to Tod's stomach. Tod gave a soft giggle. Amy stirred and moved her head, squinting up at the intruding sunlight. Tod looked at her, and she looked back. Her eyes widened and the sleepiness left them to be replaced with startled realization.

"Tod! Are you okay?"

  Seeing the smile on his young face made Amy relax slightly. She slowed her breathing for and touched his cheek with her silken paw. She asked, more quietly.

"Are you okay Tod? No more bad dreams?"

  Tod shook his head, his ears flopping left and right as he did so. Amy giggled softly and gave him a hug, her arms encircling his head. There was the sound of sheets being moved and Amy and Tod looked as one as Eric sat up, yawning widely and stretching, adding a poofy tail-stretch into the mix as well. He scratched his head and blinked bleary-eyed at his kin. Amy smiled, and Tod crooned playfully at him.

  Eric smiled a slightly lop-sided smile, his hair tousled and awkward from bed. Tod giggled and looked up at Amy. She returned the look with a knowing glance and they both burst into laughter at the same time. Eric put on a false pouty-face, his bottom lip stuck out and his brow furrowed. The effect was the opposite what he intended, for it only made Tod and Amy laugh all the harder. Before long, Amy stood, shoulders shaking from mirth, and stepped towards the closed door.

"Funny though this is, I have to pee, and I need a shower. I'll see you boys at breakfast, right?"

  Eric and Tod nodded, Tod blushing at her casual reference to her personal needs. Amy left the room, shutting the door quietly as she stepped out. Eric stood, walking over to his own bed and began pulling his shirt off. Tod looked over at him curiously. Without a worried thought, Eric pulled off his boxers as well. In the darkness of the previous evening, Tod couldn't make out exceedingly well all that made up the masculine form that Eric had. It was now all too apparent to Tod. Eric stood an intimidating five foot eleven, and his fur glistened like embers in the early morning light.

  Tod watched him step smoothly towards the dresser, his eyes lingering on the muscles moving so elegantly under the soft, orange fur. Before long, Tod's gaze dropped to Eric's bottom, the muscles obvious even there. As he was watching, Eric bent over at the waist to retrieve something from the bottom drawer of the dresser he stood in front of. Tod stared openly at the sight so readily available to him.

  Eric rooted around in the dresser for a short time, and Tod took the time to stare, enjoying the sight of Eric's tailhole. Suddenly, Eric spoke to Tod, startling him out of his fantasies.

"I hope seeing me naked during the day isn't weird to you Tod."

  Tod shook his head, then reprimanded himself, realizing that Eric couldn't see a shaking head with his back turned. He spoke quietly, his voice shaking slightly.

"N-not at all! Actually...I kinda like..."

  No sooner were the words free of his lips did Tod realize what he had just said. Eric paused in what he was doing and looked around to stare at Tod.

"What?"

  Tod, blushing profusely, stammered something incomprehensible even to himself. He attempted to explain his feelings, his thoughts, and his conflicting emotions all at once. The proceeding statement was similar to the following.

"I dunno butchu look um kay yeah."

  There was an awkward silence between them, Eric staring curiously at Tod, and Tod examining the thread count of his sheets with admirable determination. Before long, Eric cleared his throat, breaking the oppressive quiet. This time, Eric's voice was somewhat shaky.

"T-Tod?...I..."

  He stopped, apparently unsure how to begin his thought process properly. He sighed then walked over to Tod, kneeling before him, putting his hand over Tod's knee, completely enveloping it.

"Tod...would it be asking too much if I asked if I could play with you? Just you and me, without Amy this time?"

  Tod blinked. He didn't know what to say. In a daze, he gently nodded his head. The smile on Eric's face could have blinded the sun.

---

  Tod shuffled his paws, blushing gently. Eric was knelt before him, completely undressed and aroused. Tod didn't know what to say, or what he should do. He sat there long enough for his indecision to become apparent to Eric. He smiled and placed his hand on Tod's head, Tod flinching reflexively as the hand drew near. This elicited a chuckle from Eric, who scooped up Tod in his arm's kissing him softly on the lips. Tod's small tongue flicked out, pushing between Eric's lips and into his mouth. Eric's tongue met Tod's and they enjoyed the kiss for a moment before Tod pulled away with a curious look on his face.

"You taste funny."

  The honesty escaped him before he realized it. Eric blinked then laughed, still hugging Tod close to him.

"Damned morning breath, I suppose."

  Eric's eyes twinkled happily as he walked over to his own bed, Tod carried along easily. Eric knelt again and plopped Tod on his pillow. The pillow was exceptionally large, and Tod disappeared for a moment in the downy-soft cushion. Eric cocked his head and watched curiously as a pair of ears navigated their way, slowly, to the edge of the pillow. At the edge, Tod tumbled out onto the rumpled comforter and bed sheets of Eric's bed. He looked up at Eric with his big, puppy-like eyes, innocent and shadowed by his dark past. He gave a soft whimper of worry.

"Eric?"

  Eric's ears perked up, letting Tod know that he was listening.

"Will....will it hurt me?"

  Tod had trouble keeping his voice stable. He new he shouldn't worry about such a thing, especially from Eric. And yet, despite all of the physical pain he had endured so far, Tod still feared being hurt again...But Eric merely smiled.

"Well, I'll be honest. Do you know how gay and bi boys like me play with other boys?"

  Tod blinked. He honestly didn't know. Eric smiled.

"Well, one boy either strokes the other boy,"

  Eric demonstrated with his paw, on his own flesh. Tod blushed gently, his body stirring with desire.

"Or..."

  Eric dropped to his knees before Tod and pulled the pup close by his hips, his small, pink tip protruding form his sheath a little.

"The boy can suck on the other boy."

  Tod shivered as he remembered Amy's mouth on his length. Without warning, the bliss turned all-too real when Eric's muzzle closed on Tod's hardening shaft tip. Tod whimpered gently as he felt the warmth and pressure of Eric's mouth. Then a new feeling came when Eric's paw reached underneath him and gently stroked Tod's tailhole. Tod gave a gasp of surprise, and heard Eric chuckled when his cheeks tightened involuntarily. Eric pulled away, pausing to lick Tod's tip gently before sitting back on his haunches. Tod leaned back, leg's spread and tail limp. He was shivering gently from his bodies reactions to the momentary pleasure.

"The third..."

  Eric licked his finger and ran it over Tod's exposed tailhole again. Tod whimpered gently, relaxing enough to enjoy the sensations that this new kind of touching created. He felt light pressure on his entrance and felt Eric's finger, slick with saliva, slide into him. It was not much, and Eric stopped quickly, but Tod enjoyed the feeling of having someone inside of him. Now he could understand why Amy moaned so much when she was riding Eric, or when Eric and Tod both were inside of her. He thought it felt good. He gave a pleading whine for more from Eric, but Eric shook his head.

"Sorry Tod. Too much for your first time, and it'll hurt you. The third way us boys can play is sliding this..."

  He touched Tod's fully-erect cock, causing Tod to quiver with need.

"...And sliding it in here."

  He stroked Tod's tailhole, eliciting another moan from the collie pup. He winced slightly when he flexed his wounded arm, and Tod looked at him worriedly. Eric merely smiled at Tod again, making Tod's anxieties disappear.

"What does my new little brother want done? Does he want my soft, furry paw here?"

  He squeezed the little pup's erection, having slid out of it's sheath completely by now. Tod whimpered pleasantly.

"Does he want to play with me?"

  He smiled and bent over, showing Tod his tailhole.

"Or does he want to feel the warmth of my mouth around his flesh?"

  Tod lay there, shivering and watching, silent for a moment, then meekly spoke his thoughts.

"Yes."

"Yes?"

  Eric raised a quizzical eyebrow. Tod nodded gently to assert his statement.

"Yes. To all."

  The fox laughed and pulled Tod close, smiling, churring at him.

"Well well. At least you know what you want, now don't you. And my little brother gets anything he wants."

  His breath hit Tod's neck, sending electrical spasms down his spine from the warmth. He leaned back when prompted by Eric's black paw on his chest. In the same movement of withdrawal, Eric wrapped that same paw, that soft, furry paw, around Tod's length and squeezed it ever so gently. Tod made a slight noise, whispering Eric's name. He lay there, shuddering, his small back arching, his blond hair falling over his face as he bucks against the paw sliding up and down him. He gave a soft cry of surprise when he felt Eric’s mouth close over his cock and unconsciously began thrusting gently. Eric seemed to take this in stride and kept sucking. He then tried stroking Tod's shaft while he was sucking on him, but from his length, he was forced to give up. Eric inwardly cursed not being smaller himself.

  A few minutes passed as Tod's hips continued to thrust gently, forcing all five inches of him into Eric's mouth, Eric began to taste the lightly salty, and somewhat sugary taste of Tod's precum. Glancing at his paws, Eric saw the sheets caught up and crushed in Tod's grip. He knew an orgasm was drawing close. In the most teasing manner possible, Eric stopped sucking on Tod, a thin trickle of clear seminal fluid trickling down Tod's cock. Tod gave a plaintive whine of need and looked at Eric. He looked near to tears with desire for more. Eric only winked.

"You wanted to try me out too, remember?"

  Realization dawned on the pup, a smile lighting up his features. He scooted around, letting Eric scoot up beside him. Eric got on all four's, facing away from Tod and resting his chin on his arms, his fluffy tail up into the air. Tod, for the second time today, couldn't stop staring. He broke the silence with a question.

"What do I do Eric?"

"You do exactly what you did to Amy; and don't hold back. I want you to fill me up, Tod."


  Inside, Tod was whimpering to himself, unsure of how to continue. His body acted on instinct with Amy, but this was new, exotic, tantalizing yet forbidden. He didn't know if what he would do was the right thing or if there was some new thing that he must learn along the way as he tried this new form of pleasure. Tod took a quieting breath and shuffled forward, then tapped Eric's bottom. He looked around. Tod was standinging upon the bed now, and his head and shoulders only just came over Eric's back. Eric laughed when he realized the slight problem.

"I suppose if you want to get into me, I'll have to lie down, isn't that right Little Brother?"

  Tod giggled, nodding. He was much to short to enter Eric from behind and for a moment he felt a wash of shame hit him as he remembered what he was, why he was so small. Eric turned just in time to catch the sad, thousand-mile stare that Tod had on his face. He turned around, and licked Tod's tip. Tod gasped, coming quickly back to reality. Eric winked up at the collie pup teasingly.

"I think maybe that our play time should be a little more reserved until you get used to us all, okay Tod?"

  Tod nodded, somewhat saddened by this change in heart, but also relieved that Eric wasn't asking him to do anything he didn't quite know how to do...yet. Tod vowed to himself that he would be able to do what Eric wants to do, someday. But those thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind when the teenage kit slid Tod's erection deep into his mouth, just as Amy had done. Eric began deep-throating his new little brother, his saliva dampening the golden fur in Tod's groin, murring softly deep in his throat, the vribrations rending Tod's eyes open with ecstacy-laced surprise. Apparently Eric had some practice with this kind of play because his movements were exactly like Amy's with purely blissful results.

  The fox licked his long tongue up and down the pup's length every now and again, eleiciting small moans and yiffs for more from Tod as he was pleasured. The heat left and Tod heard Eric smacking his lips curiously.

"Wow...Amy was right!...You do taste like sugar cookies! Nice and sweet."

  Tod blushed under his fur as Eric winked again at him. tod was growing more and more fond of his brother and sister with each passing moment, and for reason's beyond the fact that they didn't hit him, and beyond the fact that they made him cum. They cared, they played and smiled and laughed. They teased and joked and enjoyed eachother's company without hostility. Tod smiled to himself, the warmth of realizing that he was staying with these wonderful people filling him with happiness and hope.

  Happy thoughts like those drifted away like leaves in the autumn breeze as Eric's mouth closed over his shaft again. Eric pulled himself onto the bed and stopped sucking long enough to wink at Tod and ask him a straightforward question that took Tod by surprise more than anything else.

"Tod? Would you suck on me at the same time until I cum too?"

  Tod nodded gently. He knew that it felt good...why couldn't he make his new brother happy as well? So Tod clambered awkwardly on top of the muscular fox. He gave a soft churr of pleasure at feeling the hard muscles underneath the velvet fur flexing gently as he moved his slight weight over them and into position to do as Eric suggested. The wet warmth of Eric's mouth closed around Tod's shaft again, and Tod gasped sfotly. He took Eric's foxhood in his soft paws, having difficulty wrapping his paws around it. He took the tip into his muzzle, giving a pleased yiff at the salty taste of pre-cum as it dripped onto his tongue. He began stroking Eric's shaft eagerly with his paw while sucking the first two inches of Eric's length, feeling the same intensely wonderful things happen to his own gender.

  As Tod sucked and stroked, more and more of the salty bodily fluids trickled onto his tongue and he swallowed eagerly, but he could sense the feeling that he experienced before with Amy before. Another orgasm was rushing quickly to hit Tod just as it had the previous evening, and Tod worked hard, sucking harder and stroking faster so that Eric could enjoy the same thing as he did. Then the warmth left Tod's cock, but only for a moment. Eric's voice sounded underneath him, gasping and depserate.

"Oh Gods! Tod! Tod, I'm cumming Tod!"

  The warmth returned, along with much more intense sucking. Tod whimpered softly, his body quivering with desire for release. The intensity made Tod double his efforts, forcing himself to take a anotehr inch of vulpine cock into his mouth, murring softly, the vibrations of which causing Eric to graon. Suddenly, it came. The hot rush of seminal fluid that his older brother released into his mouth caught Tod completely by surprise. The orgasm was apparently intense, because the caustic bodily fluid, so very hot, thick and salty, filled Tod's mouth before he could even think to swallow. To avoid gagging, Tod had to pull the shaft from his mouth and was greeted with a face-full of hot boy milk as Eric continued his orgasm, spraying his juices across the little pup's muzzle and cheeks. But Eric, despite the intense orgasm his new little brother gave him, didn't forget to return the favor, and never stopped sucking.

  Tod, his mouth and his stomach now nicely full of hot fluids and his cheeks covered in it, relaxed to enjoy the pleasure he was recieving from his brother.

"Eric...please...your finger...Put it in my bottom again?"

  Without comment or objection, Eric swiped his finger through his own spilt fluids and reached up to Tod's tight, virgin hole. He gently eased his finger in, Tod's cock still within his muzzle as he played with Tod's bottom.

  Tod whimpered, his whole body shaking. He moaned, louder and louder, his breathing coming harsh and ragged. His body was reaching it's limits, his teeth clenched tightly as he filt Eric's finger pushing in slowly, in and out, of his tailhole, so tight, so soft. It hit him again. He kept his wits about him enough to stifle his howl's enough that it wouldn't be heard by his new parents, but still he howled. Tod heard an excited churr as Eric's mouth too was filled up with the pup's hot, young semen. After a moment's quivering and twitching, Tod rolledo nto the bed beside Eric.

"T...that felt good..."

"I have to agree, you cute little puppy! You're a natural..."

  Tod blushed gently, but smiled nonetheless. He got a compliment for something he had never done before...but apparently did very well! He couldn't get the grin from his face as he rested and caught his breath. He noticed that the thick, milky cum seemed to coat his throat and made it hard to breath and swallow. He looked at Eric, and Eric looked back. Then Eric burst out laughing.

"Tod, we need to get you into the shower. My cum is all over your muzzle, and I don't think mom and dad would find that very cute..."

  Tod giggled and shook his head. Eric picked the pup up in his strong arms and lifted him up.

"Come on then...If we hurry, we can slip into the shower with Amy...and that's always fun!"

  Tod gave an excited bark, and his tail did something that had never, in all his life done. It began wagging.