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Love is not something that everyone finds easy to show, or to find. But me... I... well, I love it. :3 To show that, this series of short, single-scene stories is all about the many aspects of love. :3

Love Is... The greatest gift.

"Marty, there's something I have to tell you."

Emma didn't know why she'd chosen that moment to reveal this piece of news to her fiance, that precise moment out of all the possible moments that they'd spent together in the twenty six hours or so since she'd learned this little titbit of information, but it somehow seemed right. She and her canine lover were just getting ready for bed; Emma drying herself off in their full-body air dryer after a shower whilst Martin brushed his teeth by the sink. He was wearing a pair of boxer shorts, and she nothing but a smile! It wasn't exactly the most regal or austere setting, but as Emma had already surmised to herself... it felt right. After all, it had been in this very room that she'd learned of her situation, standing right where Martin was standing now in fact.

The collie removed the toothbrush from his muzzle, spat, swilled, and swallowed the minty water within his muzzle before turning to regard Emma. He raised his eyebrows curiously, and the vixen couldn't help but notice the way in which his eyes travelled her still damp and naked body. She blushed lightly, but made no effort to hide herself from him.

"What is it, Emmy?"

The male's query made her blush brighter still, which made saying what she wanted to say that much harder! Emma didn't know why exactly she felt so nervous about saying it, especially since it was something she knew that they had both been waiting to hear her say for months now, but that didn't stop her feeling it anyway. Perhaps it was just her realising the enormity of what she was about to admit; of how much it would change things. But then... wouldn't those changes be good? Scary, sure. Unpredictable, certainly! But above all else, Emma and Martin had always been certain that the changes brought about by this as yet unspoken confession would be good for them. So very, wonderfully good!

Emma drew in a deep breath, running her paws down her naked torso and through the smooth white fur of her belly. They settled there, fingers teasing and caressing at the light pink flesh beneath her fur, and as Emma lifted her gaze from where she was stroking herself she saw Martin's eyes beginning to widen in poorly concealed hope and anticipation.

"Martin, I..."

The collie whimpered, nodding eagerly and urging Emma to go on with a fevered gesture of his paws.

"I took the test again yesterday, a-and... and we passed."

Martin sank to his knees, throwing his arms up into the air and howling in abject joy! Emma giggled nodding wildly as the male looked to her for further confirmation of what she'd just said in her own funny way.

"It's true, Marty. I'm pregnant! W-we're gonna have a baby!"

With a series of heated whimpers Martin dragged himself up from the bathroom floor and dashed across the room to where Emma stood. He swept her up in his arms with a cry of delight, swinging her around and yelping over and over again in rapturous glee as she giggled and shrieked with laughter within his embrace.

"Ohh god , Emmy!! First you agree to marry me, now this just a month later! You angel! You absolutely amazing, heavenly woman! I love you so fucking much!!"

Martin set the female down on her feet only to very nearly knock them out from under her with a kiss. Not just any kiss though, but the most passionate and potent kiss that the two of them had ever engaged in! His tongue darted in and out of her muzzle, his arms caressing her back and the flanks of her belly all the while, and as their eyes met mid-kiss the vixen noticed tears streaming down her lover's cheeks.

"I love you, Emmy!"

He kissed her again, having broken the first one only to tell her that in a feverish whisper. This time however the kiss was much shorter and somehow even more potent, the vixen feeling like she could actually swoon it was so stunning! When next his lips broke contact with hers though they did not return, instead beginning to trace a path down her front as he pecked at her neck, her shoulders, and then began to descend towards her breasts.

Martin's tongue lashed Emma's nipples, the vixen whimpering as a pang of sudden arousal rushed through her body, but after just a few moments assailing those tender nubs the collie's relentless quest continued. He hunched over lower and lower as he kissed the rest of the way down Emma's torso, until finally he dropped to his knees and from there began to plant a myriad of new kisses over the vixen's belly-fluff. Each kiss was soft and tender, and after Emma had gotten used to the sensation and stopped giggling she realised that between each kiss her lover was uttering a few short, barely audible words.

"Our baby..."

A kiss.

"We're gonna love you so much!"

Another kiss.

"My child..."

And another!

"My beautiful little baby, daddy's here..."

After that last whisper though, Emma felt no kiss. She looked down and saw Martin cupping her slim stomach within his paws, holding it like he was expecting to feel the baby kick right then and there! Emma was almost ready to make a joke about how he was probably seven months too early for that when she noticed the look in her lover's eyes. He was staring at her belly with such intensity, yet such absolute adoration. He was looking at it like... like he looked at her, and the knowledge that he was probably thinking of their child as he did so made Emma begin to feel a little choked up inside.

Yesterday, when she'd taken the test and made that discovery for herself, Emma had felt the same way. She still did as a matter of fact, and even though she knew that the baby growing within her probably wasn't even recognisable as a baby yet, she still loved it like she'd never known love before. There was the love you felt for a partner; for a friend, a lover and a soulmate with whom you're destined to spend the rest of your life, and then there was the love you felt for a child. They were as different as black and white, and yet both were feelings that could send you flying up to the heavens powered by joy alone!

To know both though... to know that you are to bear a child with the one fur in all the world that life and love has bound you to, that was a feeling that could not be described in words. The only way Emma could describe it was to look at Martin as he looked at her belly, and to know that the expression on his face was the very definition that could not be achieved by any conventional means.

"Emma..."

Martin suddenly pulled his gaze away from the vixen's belly, staring up at her with an intensity to his gaze which took the female's breath away. His eyes were wide and his pupils dilated, and as Emma watched him she became aware that he was actually panting rather heavily.

"You... oh god Emmy, y-you're going to be a mum! My beautiful bride-to-be... a yummy mummy! My yummy mummy..."

The vixen blushed heatedly, suddenly very aware of her nakedness.

"Because of you, I get the most amazing woman in the universe to be my wife... and I get a family; a child to raise with you. To love with you! Oh jeez, Emma... I..."

Another heated whimper escaped the male's lips, and in a moment of madness he threw his head forward and began to lavish her belly with kisses all over again. Emma blushed and giggled anew, squirming as the touch of the collie's tongue against her flesh tickled unbearably! She spread her legs a little to help keep her balance, and as Martin began to kiss and lay his head against her belly in a more continuous fashion she laid her paws down upon his head, stroking his headfur fondly.

For a few minutes things continued in this way, Emma rocking back and forth gently, cradling her fiance's head against her stomach as he kissed and nuzzled at her warm flesh. By the time Emma realised that Martin wasn't so much kissing her as he was licking, she was far too relaxed and enamoured with his tender affections to care. Thus as his tongue lapped at her belly and his muzzle let slip the odd whimper or two, Emma simply reassured the male with a fond scratch behind the ears and a gentle whisper of her love for him.

"M-mm-hhh!"

That soft, broken gasp from Emma was the first clue the vixen received that all was not as it seemed, and by that point it was far too late. The first murmur escaped the female as Martin's tongue lapped at her pubic region, the neatly trimmed fur there even softer and more snowy white than that covering her belly. At first she assumed that Martin was simply a little off course, and that after a few seconds he'd realise that what he was lapping at was not the soft flesh and fur of the vixen's belly. This of course was proven false just moments later, when a soft whisper from Martin sealed his intentions in stone.

"It's funny... t-that something so beautiful, and so sensitive should be the place where babies, the most beautiful and sensitive things on the planet, are made."

The vixen whimpered as Martin's paws came to rest on her inner thighs, stopping her from closing the legs she'd positioned rather wide apart to allow her to maintain her footing. A moment later she felt the wet warmth of a tongue darting between her legs, and whined loudly as the rough surface of the male's tongue lashed the tender flesh of her treasure.

"Martin, w-what are you doing?"

A soft growl of desire escaped the male, and Emma trembled in involuntary arousal.

"Kissing you, Emmy. A kiss for the woman who made us a baby. A kiss for the woman I love."

With those final words ringing in her ears Emma felt the cold nub of Martin's nose press up against her clitoris, and groaned in giddy euphoria as his long, rough tongue sank itself into the folds of her treasure and began to lap at her inner walls. His tongue probed her innards as his muzzle engulfed all that was important, top lip resting lightly against the vixen's clit as Emma felt herself trembling at the knees, having to use Martin's head as support as her lover began eating her out without having so much as asked her permission.

Of course, Emma would have given that permission in a heartbeat had it been asked of her, but there was something strangely erotic about the fact that he had just set upon her body like that. The vixen always loved receiving a bit of oral attention from her lover, his skill at that particular aspect of sex far beyond that of most men if she was to believe what she read online and heard through friends! But to have him just get down on his knees and start licking her out like this... it was unheard of. It was the most carnal yet romantic show of passion in the wake of such joyous news as they'd shared just minutes before, and Emma adored him for it!

"Ohh gods, Marty..."

Staring down at her lover and feeling his tongue rasping at her quivering depths, Emma couldn't help but notice that Martin had begun to take care of himself in addition to her. His shaft had swollen within its sheath over the course of his beginning to tease the vixen, and now he had apparently pulled down the front of his boxer-shorts in order to relieve some of his own tensions as he lapped at Emma's treasure. Part of the female was tempted to go in and investigate; to offer her muzzle in exchange for his or even to see if he'd rather make love, but a larger portion of her recognised that this particular act at this particular time had something special to it. Martin wanted to pleasure her in this way; to give her a kiss as he'd put it, in celebration of what that life-bringing portion of her anatomy had provided them with!

The combination of feeling the collie's tongue lashing at her walls and seeing his paw flying over his erect member as he ate her out, loud whimpers and groans of pleasure escaping Martin's lips from around the vixen's treasure, was driving Emma steadily closer and closer to the brink of climax. His tongue had only been inside her for about a minute and a half, and even for a man of his talent it took at least double that time for Emma to get this worked up normally. It was the arousal factor that was making her so very susceptible to his stimulation on this occasion! Not just the fact that it felt good, but what precisely it was that the collie was doing to make her feel so good! Not just eating her out, not just pleasuring her, not even the fact that he was masturbating as he did so! It was the reason behind why he was pleasuring her that was driving Emma mad with desire, because in her heart of hearts the vixen really did want to celebrate her pregnancy with her lover, no matter how they wished to go about doing it.

"A-ahh! Oh god, I... I think I'm gonna..."

Emma felt her legs beginning to tremble, and with every stroke of the male's tongue inside her she found herself crying out louder and louder. Her hands were pressing Martin's face into her crotch by this point, not that she believed the collie needed any persuasion to convince him to please her! She was so worked up in fact that a fresh yelp of joyous rapture escaped her as Martin's free paw began to roam over her belly once again, stroking the soft pink flesh beneath her snowy fur. It may not have been pleasurable in any true sense of the word, but as innocent as his touch may have been in other circumstances it was possibly the most erotic thing he could have done to her at that point in time.

"Oh god! Ohhh yes, Marty!"

Just when Emma thought her lover couldn't make her feel any better if his tongue had suddenly grown a built in vibrator, she felt and heard something that blew her mind and made any hope of her resisting orgasm any longer a distant, hopeless fantasy. A long, high-pitched whine that really did reverberate through her treasure escaped Martin's muzzle, and though she couldn't see it from her current position Emma recognised the sudden trembling and jerking that seized the body of the collie in an instant. He must have had his paw going at a truly frantic pace, or else he was just as aroused by this whole scenario as Emma, because Martin was undeniably experiencing his own orgasm. This sealed the vixen's fate not only because the sight of her lover's eyes rolling back in his head as he stared at her child-bearing belly was one of the most devastatingly beautiful and arousing sights that Emma had ever seen, but also because she physically felt the effects of his orgasm spilling out over her footpaws.

Martin and Emma had never really been a fan of that porn style sex which some couples seemed to relish. The idea of pulling out and ejaculating on a portion of your partner's anatomy... it just didn't appeal to them. But this... the thought that Martin had been so horny and so wild with pleasure that he hadn't been able to stop his seed from spraying out over Emma's footpaws as he knelt before the vixen, it was strangely appealing to Emma. She gasped breathlessly as she felt his sticky seed lashing her footpaws, her toes curling and wriggling in pleasure as Martin groaned into her quivering nether-regions through his orgasm. The thought of him cumming in such a wild and uncontrolled manner, the thought of him eating her out so fiercely and lovingly, the feelings rushing through her body as his tongue lashed at her inner walls and he suckled gently on her clit all the while, combined it was all far too much for the vixen to handle.

"Yes!! Oh god! Ohh god!! M-Marty, yes!!"

Emma's legs gave way as she came, the vixen toppling forwards into the suddenly outstretched arms of her lover. She and Martin collapsed to the bathroom floor in a heap, both parties groaning and whimpering helplessly as they clutched at one another in a desperate attempt to secure an embrace in the remaining seconds of their shared ecstasy. They succeeded, and thus Emma found herself writhing in bliss as she felt Martin spilling his final load not over her footpaws but against her belly itself. She lay above the collie as her own climax ran its course, listening as he cried out loudly, responding to each of his fevered howls with a yelp of elation of her very own!

"Ohh... oh Emma..."

In the wake of their unified, if a little undignified, climax, Martin found himself kissing Emma lightly upon the cheeks and muzzle as he had her belly earlier. His face glowed bright red, the collie unable to believe what he'd just done. His original intent had just been to kiss the vixen's belly; to lay his utmost love and affection upon the part of Emma's body which would one day in the coming months begin to swell with life. But upon reaching that point, it had occurred to him that there was another part of her anatomy equally responsible for bringing this life into being. One that he already cherished greatly, and would be amiss to ignore on this glorious occasion.

The vixen said nothing as she recovered atop her lover, content just to be held by him and to return each kiss he laid upon her with a playful peck of her own. It was a strange thing, but a lot of the love-making or otherwise intimate encounters they'd shared recently had been followed by almost total silence. There was a time when in the wake of some passionate romp neither one would be able to stop professing their love for one another, or at the very least ensuring that their partner knew how much they'd enjoyed what had just transpired. Now though, they were just as comfortable and happy to lie in silence.

Emma suspected that after all the milestones they had shared recently; an engagement, and now this, such silences would become more commonplace. It wasn't a bad thing though, far from it in fact! The simple truth of the matter was that Emma and Martin had passed the point where their feelings for one another could be expressed best by words. When it came to sex, that most passionate of acts during which the most guarded and intimate feelings are brought to the surface, they let their actions do the talking. And afterwards... well, a look, a kiss, a pair of strong arms wrapped around your naked body, those sorts of things said how they were feeling far better than a word ever could.

By Jeeves