Marry Me, Jo! by hyenafur

Marry Me, Jo!


30 March 2018 at 23:40:39 MDT

Jo was laying on her back, staring at the ceiling. She'd been crying. She had every right to be crying. Chris had rejected her. He'd threatened to run her family off their farm. He'd told her to abort their kit. He'd been so sweet to her while they dated, and the tod had turned on her. All those warm kisses meant nothing. They really meant nothing. He'd really just wanted to get into her panties and explore her burrow. The reddish-yellow vixen let out another whimpering chuff as she wiped her eyes.
Her roommate was off somewhere. She didn't really know where, but it must have been to get away from her. Just like Chris. She let out another sniffle when her ears perked up. She could hear... music. It wasn't coming from inside the dorms though. Why would it? It was quiet hour. No. It was coming from outside. The fox's innate curiosity got the better of her as she slid off the bed to make her way over to the window.
Jo's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Chris was standing there under a lamp in his usual ZU shirt and jeans, his arms holding a boombox over his head. He didn't seem to care that it had started to rain as he yelled out, “JOSEPHINE!”
The vixen growled at first, opening the window to poke her head out. She wanted to scream out, “Whatha hell doya want,” but her ears picked up the tune blasting over the speakers.

“I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you
I know you were right believing for so long
I'm all out of love, what am I without you
I can't be too late to say that I was so wrong
I want you to come back and carry me home
Away from this long lonely nights
I'm reaching for you, are you feeling it too
Does the feeling seem oh so right
And what would you say if I called on you now
And said that I can't hold on
There's no easy way, it gets harder each day
Please love me or I'll be gone, I'll be gone..”

Jo paused as the lyrics started to sink into her head. Was he... was he apologizing? The vixen teared up slightly as she moved away from the window.
Chris cried out, “Josephine,” one more time as the music blared, his eyes watching the window as her head disappeared back into her dorm room. His heart began to sink down into the pit of his stomach, his arms growing heavy as he started to notice just how much rain had soaked into his fur and clothing. The boombox seemed to get heavier and heavier. He didn't blame her for walking away from the window. He knew this was a stupid idea. He shouldn't have listened to his friend, John.
The rain drenched fox slowly started to lower the boombox down to the ground, letting out a heavy sigh, and then he saw someone coming out of the dorms, running right towards him. It was Josephine. Her feet were splashing in the puddles of water that rested on the paved walkway, kicking rain about as it began to soak into her shorts and t-shirt. He watched as she stopped right in front of him, the shorter vixen glaring at him.
“H... Hey Jo,” he said in a soft whimper as he gazed at her with sad, still red rimmed eyes. Her chest was raising up and down as clouds of breath rolled out of her nose into the cool night air. Chris didn't say anything as he felt a sting across his cheek, one eye closing as he turned his head.
“You... you... basserd,” the yellowish-red fox said, her whole body shivering.
“I... I deserved that,” the massive tod said in a dejected voice. “I... I didn't... I didn't mean... I was... I was just... I'm sorry, Jo. I... I didn't mean what I said. I... I l... I lo... I love... I love you, Jo.”
Jo's arms were crossed over her breasts as she stood shivering in the rain with Chris. “Butcha still said'em.”
“If... if you... if you never want... want to talk to me again... I... I understand,” he said, his ears pressing tightly against his skull in submission. “I... I'll just go.”
Chris reached down to wrap his fingers around the boombox's handle, but Jo reached out to grab his arm. “Didja mean that, Chris?”
She stared right into his eyes and he stared back. “Yes. I love you, Jo.”
“Then why'dja say all them thangs?”
The massive cherry colored fox sniffled, but didn't break eye contact, “I... I was... scared. I didn't... I didn't think I was ready. To be a dad. To be a husband.”
“And now?”
“I... I'd marry you, Jo,” Chris said softly.
“What changed yer mind?”
A tear started to fall from the corner of his eye. “My... my dad... talked some sense into me.”
“And th'bortion?”
“I don't want you to have it, Jo.” He tentatively reached a hand out to press it against the vixen's belly. “I... I want... I want you to have our kit.”
The vixen's ears twitched as she kept staring at him. “And whattaboucha? I have yer kit while ya go backs t'chasin' tails?”
Chris let go of the boombox, letting the tape continue to roll into a different song as he moved onto one knee. “Jo. I... you... will you... m... marry me?”
Jo stared down at him as he stared up at her, the two silent for what felt like an eternity, just the rain and the boombox playing.

“And I meant
Every word I said
When I said that I loved you I meant that I loved you forever
And I'm gonna keep on lovin' you
'Cause it's the only thing I want to do
I don't want to sleep, I just want to keep on lovin' you
And I meant
Every word I said
When I said that I loved you I meant that I loved you forever”

“I ain't ever gonna fergit whatcha said t'me, Chris,” Jo said as the song continued to play.
The coyote sized tod felt the rejection coming. He knew it was coming. He deserved it.
“But it don't mean I cain't fergive ya,” the vixen added as she looked at him. “Do ya means whatcher saying? Do ya loves me, Chris? Do ya wants t'marry me?”
“I love you, Jospehine. I want to marry you. I... I didn't... I didn't mean to push you away. I... I was just... I've never... I've... I've never felt like this about another vixen before.” The tod rambled, “I... You... you're the... the one, Jo. I... I've known it for... I don't know how long, but... for at least a month. I just...”
Jo cut him off with a kiss, her paws grabbing him by the cheeks to press her lips firmly against his. Chris blinked a few times before closing his eyes, his head tilting as his big arms wrapped around the vixen, pulling her in close, even as he was still on one knee.
Deep down, as angry as Jo had been at Chris, she still found herself loving him. She held onto his cheeks as they kissed for what seemed like an eternity before forcing them to break. “I... I loves ya too, Chris,” she said in a pant. “Iza bit sir-prized ya pollergized, especially like this. Ain't sure if yer madder'n a march hare er twitterpated, but... it was sweeter'n tea.”
The coyote sized tod pulled her tightly against him, their fur and clothing soaked to the skin as he started to cry. “I... I don't know what I'd do without you, Jo.”
The vixen let out a soft sigh as she softly caressed the back of his head, just purring. Suddenly, she felt his arms moving lower to grab her by the hips. Jo let out a yip of surprise as he hoisted her into the air while standing back up. Slowly, he lowered the giggling vixen down to give her a firm kiss on the lips as the tape continued to roll in the boombox.

“Tougher than diamonds, rich like cream
Stronger and harder than a bad girl's dream
Make a bad one good make a wrong one right
Power of love that keeps you home at night

You don't need money, don't take fame
Don't need no credit card to ride this train
It's strong and it's sudden and it's cruel sometimes
But it might just save your life
That's the power of love
That's the power of love “

Chris slowly lowered Jo back down onto the pavement, still holding her by the hips as their soaked bodies pressed together. “Ya knows yer gonna have t'make it up t'me, right?”
The tod blushed, “I... I know.”
“I'm spectin' th'biggest durn old diam'nd ring and a big ol' weddin'.”
The massive fox chuckled, “Anything you want.”
Chris slowly released his hold on Jo, his paws moving to take hers before slowly reaching down to press the stop button on the boombox before picking it up. “You're soaked to the bone.”
“So iz ya, sugar fox,” the vixen giggled softly as she gave his hand a squeeze.
“You... wanna go back to your dorm?”
Jo shook her head, “Howzbout we head back ta yer place? We'z gettin' married, ain't we?”
The tod chuckled as he squeezed her hand back. “Of course, Mrs. Rowan.” He gave her a wink.
The vixen let out another giggle, “It don't sound half bad. Mizzus Rowan.”
Slowly, the two began to walk down the rain soaked path, their feet splashing about in the puddles.
“Therez wun thang I'd likes t'know, Chris. Where in tarnation didja get th'idear t' stand outside holdin' a boombox o'er yer head?”
Chris let out a laugh. “My friend John came up with it. He's kinda hopeless when it comes to romance.”
Jo let out a soft giggle as she leaned against Chris, letting out a soft sigh. “He m'be hopeless, but it worked, dinnit?”
The tod purred softly. He let go of the vixen's hand to wrap one arm around her shoulder as the two soaked foxes headed back to his apartment.

Art by  anniehyena