>You've been hanging out with Fubuki for a good while now
>She flumps back in her chair after finishing her stream
>You're eyeing each other now and then, but you both know how it is
>"Just friends, no wife" She doesn't even have to say it to make it ring in your head
>She happily sinks her teeth into her breaktime hamburger, crossing her legs and humming
>"That looks good, can i have a bite?" She stops to gulp and ponders for a moment
>Fubuki smiles and gives you the last piece, with her bitemarks all over it
>You non-chalantly chuck it in your mouth, FBK's saliva and all, it's pretty good
>She's blushing like a ripe tomato now, swishing her tail. Oh, that chewed up piece was supposed to be a joke?
>She scoots over and sits down on your lap, huffing, and nibbles away some crumbs on your cheek
>She averts her gaze for a moment, furiously bapping her tail on your shins, then looks you in the eyes. "Sex friend?"
>"Huh, what was that?" Your brain is still processing, but you've instinctively tented hard enough for her to feel it
>"No wife, sex friend" Both of you are at the absolute limit after all this time, no reply is necessary, you kiss her and pick her up
>You viciously undress each other, she's unbuttoning your pants and tugging them down, you're kissing her neck and rubbing her cute chest
>As you prod yourself inside, she lets out an instinctive "Hyah!" But at the same time she's firmly slamming her legs around your back
>Piston inside her like the fate of the world depends on it, all those pent up feelings are coming out as her drooling mouth kisses yours
>You smack your nuts on FBK's muff one last time, damn near passing out as you finally shoot your warm ropes in the Shirakami inner chamber
>Her bushy, black-tipped tail is wrapped around your back and squeezing tight as you finish firing every last gene you have in her rare arctic fox womb, blissfully crossbreeding yourselves into a single family line
>You're busy cuddling and wrapping your tongues up in a lewd kiss as the swimmers find and hit the fox eggs, triggering their expansion as you and Friend's DNA starts clicking together
>Now that the FBK is out of the bag, you're both going at it like animals during the safe period, she's getting all the bellyrubs she can handle
>She makes a whole point out of sitting on your lap and showing you how the kicks in her tummy makes her light body recoil
>In the hospital, two floppy-eared foxes with your hair color are happily latched to their mother's chest, she smiles and beckons you close, leaning her lips close to your ear
>"Wife"
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