Rufus and his mate fuck in the forest

Rufus stumbles through the moonlit forest, his engorged balls swinging heavily with each step. The once violent churning inside has settled into a warm, constant sloshing, the Thomson brothers now fully transformed into potent fox seed. He pauses to catch his breath against an oak tree, his swollen cock still dribbling occasional streaks of pearly cum onto the leaf litter below.

"Fuuuck... shoulda paced myself," he chuckles hoarsely, wiping sweat from his brow. His ears perk at the sound of rustling nearby. A sleek red vixen emerges from the underbrush, her amber eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"There's my good girl." Rufus croons, pushing off the tree with a grunt. He presents his bulging scrotum with pride. "Got two-for-one tonight. These boys'll make strong kits."

The vixen circles him, sniffing eagerly at his musk-heavy groin before nipping playfully at his ear. Rufus yelps with laughter, nearly toppling over from the weight of his own fertility. "Easy, easy! This batch ain't going nowhere till it's deep in that pretty womb of yours."

He collapses onto a soft patch of moss, pulling her close with one arm while guiding his still throbbing cock with the other. "C'mere, mama... let's get these troublemakers where they belong." His tail thumps against the ground as their bodies connect, the forest echoing with the sounds of wet, primal coupling and the distant, ghostly cheers of two brothers who'll never remember hating this moment.

As dawn breaks, Rufus watches his mate curl protectively around her swelling belly, his paw resting gently on the life growing within. He smiles not his usual sly grin, but something softer. "Heh... I'm so going to be I'd be a good dad." He places his hands ontop of his mate's cum filled belly imagining his future kits kick under his touch, and for once, the fox has nothing clever to say.