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… Week Thirty-Two…

Elan sat in the master bedroom of his childhood home, a wave of sudden nostalgia washing over vix. The bed he sat upon was different: large enough to accommodate him, Owyn, and Calill. It was more comfortable, too. The actual bedspread was identical to his first ventures upon it. Aideen must've hunted down the same brand to ensure everything matched. Her favorite reading chair was still in the corner, but she'd gotten a new armoire that perfectly matched the rest of the earth tones and wood that she'd chosen for the room. The little latch on its door was left hanging open, but Elan had no compunction to raid his mother's closet again. What would even fit, anyway?

Mom and Dad had always respected his privacy when vix lived under their roof, but in exchange they were very strict about him not going into their room either. Elan was only brought here as a kit for those extra serious talks, like slipping grades or that time vix got caught with weed. It gave the place a sense of sanctimony and gravitas. He'd sit on the edge of the bed just like this and wait for Aideen and Tyson to come in, together, to give him a proper dressing down. Well, except that one time... He shared a look with Owyn and Calill.

Somehow he didn't think he'd be in that kind of trouble today. Not when Aideen told him to come in the dress. Vix felt a little silly wearing it in his current state. The skirt couldn't be worn high on his waist, so it instead hung loose and ill-fitting around his hips. The bottom of the camisole was wrinkled, wedged between his chest fluff and the sudden swerve of his womb. The bathroom door concealed Mom and Dad, but did not muffle their laughter or the snap of buttons. The two tittering like teenagers passing notes in class.

"Do you think they were always Like That? So saccharine? So... cringe?" whispered Owyn, lips ticking the Ninetales' ear.

"Owyn, you're dating us," countered Calill. She elbowed him, jangling the fastenings on his harness.

Elan looked aghast to Calill. "Babe, does that make us cringe, too?"

"Babygirl, we've always been cringe," snorted Calill. She took Elan's wrist and tugged it to the bust of her favorite dress, the one with the spaghetti straps crossed over her chest in a five-point pattern. "See the pentagram? Yeah, put your hand on the pentagram! Make a pact with me right now that you will post. Cringe. Every. Day!"

"Every! Single! Day!" chanted the 'Nines. Elan and Calill curled over themselves with stifled laughter.

Owyn smirked despite himself. "There are waaaaay less elaborate ways to get someone to touch your boobs."

"C'mere" growled Cal. She yanked Owyn's wrist fluff and pressed his hand hand against her chest. His hand was so huge it completely enveloped Elan's. The firedog squeezed so that Elan's fingers were squished into his girlfriend's breast. Her whiptail swished across the bedspread.

"Now, now! Who told you that could start without us?" Aideen admonished. Her sultry purr softened the warning, but the three's ears wilted on instinct when she shot them a look.

Aideen stood imperiously, clad in a wine red corset, matching garter belt, and lacy stocking. The clothes hugged her figure but let her breasts hang free. She wore no panties, her spade accessible and noticeably puffy. Tyson must've kept her busy while they were getting dressed. Her garter had an equine dildo affixed to it, semi-firm and drooping under its own weight. Elan noticed a squeezable bulb and tube affixed to the apparatus, as well as the small bottles of cum lube hanging on a bandoleer affixed to a thigh. It reminded Elan of the extra cartridges carried by a big game hunter.

Behind her was Tyson, wearing a blue harness of his own. His father was further accessorized by a matching collar emblazoned with the name Dearest. He was being lead by a leash held by one of Aideen's tails. He did his best to look appropriately cowed despite his wagging tail. All four jolted to attention when Aideen thwapped her riding crop against her palm.

"So, you all have been verrrrry naughty," growled Aideen. Elan, Cal, and Owyn snapped to attention at the edge of the bed, backs straight, eyes forward but unable to meet the Ninetales' flashing green gaze.

"Sorry, Momma," blushed Elan. Vix hadn't called Aideen "Momma" in years, but he caught a glimmer of recognition in her green eyes.

Aideen twirled her crop as she paced, heels clicking. She walked just far enough that Tyson would have to follow along in a meek shuffle. "You're all going to have to try a bit harder than just 'sorry,' I think."

"Yes, Lovely," said Tyson obediently.

"And that's why we're all here," said Calill, looking appropriately abashed even as she played into Aideen's scene.

"Tyson told me all about your little agreement," purred Aideen, her composure icy even as a golden spark danced between her waving fingers. "He even told me the cute little name you came up for it. 'Fuck Tokens,' right?"

"Yeah," smirked Owyn. "And we still have one left."

"Not anymore. I'm confiscating the last one," said Aideen with a snap of her crop against her palm.

"Lame," pouted Owyn. He elbowed Elan. "Told you the Ol' Timer was stalling."

"Did I give you permission to interrupt me, pup?!" Aideen's green eyes flashed a warning. Owyn grumbled something inaudible but the vixen was having none of it. She strode right up to Owyn with such swagger that their two feet of height difference evaporated. She snapped two fingers and sank a hand deep into his tummy fur. The firedog whimpered and collapsed onto back, powerless before her unwavering resolve. Aideen flicked her crop against the duvet less than an inch from Owyn's enormous nuts. "You've gotten far too used to calling all the shots, haven't you?"

"Y-yes Mistress," whimpered Owyn, hands tucked under his chin as he gave Aideen his most doleful puppydog look.

"How did she his weak spot? Did you teach her that?" whispered Elan to Calill.

"When could I have done that?" said Calill, utterly transfixed.

"Oooh, I like that," exclaimed Aideen. She hefted one of Owyn's huge nuts in her palm and gave it a squeeze. "Be a goooood boy and say it again!"

"Yes, Mistress," said Owyn, his growly baritone pitching up into a whine.

"That's right, my sweet little Growlithe," hummed Aideen. Owyn's sheath throbbed visibly, his tip crowning a few inches from its housing. He shot a single, thick rope that splashed against Aideen's arm. Elan had never seen Owyn cum that quickly.

"Damn, she's good," said Calill, forgetting to whisper.

"You sure do love making a mess, my Little 'Lithe," said Aideen, her gold flames flashing with pride at Calill's compliment. She held her arm up for Tyson. Even one of Owyn's "smaller" loads was enough to leave her fur drenched, but Tyson was perfectly eager to lap at the mess until no sticky residue remained. Aideen strode to the armoire, heedless of inconveniencing her husband's duties. Her tails fanned out behind her as she busied herself with whatever was inside. "And don't you worry about your last token. It won't be going to waste."

"So you're not gonna punish us, Momma?" asked Elan, quivering with anticipation. Vix thought he knew what everyone was getting into before the night started. When did his mother get so... theatrical? Okay, but who am I to accuse anyone of being fucking theatrical?

"Punishment? I'd never be so crude. Just think of tonight as a lesson," said Aideen. The cabinet shut. Metal jangled, but Elan couldn't see what she was holding.

"A lesson in what?" Calill prompted helpfully.

"Just a little... lesson... in obedience..." Between each pause Aideen's tails twisted around the trio's shoulders. First Owyn, then Calill, then finally Elan. A collar and leash clicked into place at their throats, sealed by Aideen with a longing kiss on the muzzle.

Elan waited with baited breath for his turn. Calill's collar was black and studded with spikes just like her ever present bracelets. Owyn's was thick, silvery chain, the kind of heavy duty collars used for to discourage large pets from pulling their own leash. Vix somehow knew what Aideen had chosen for him before put it around his neck: thin, braided, and the same vibrant green as his dress, as his fire! They were so... perfect. Aideen and Tyson must've picked them out together. Never in his life did he think his parents would be the kind of couple who got their sexual accessories at the pet store.

A perilous swoop twirled through Elan's chest. The kiss was sweet, almost delicate. Aideen stumbled for the time this night: a brief hesitation right when their lips met. Her fingers smoothed a patch of fur left rumpled by the collar. He put his own hand on top of hers and squeezed. The vixen slid her palm up and cupped Elan's cheek. Elan mirrored his his mother's caress. The kiss broke for a beat, a breath, and then he tasted her lips, her tongue, her breath hot and bright with golden sparks.

"Am I a good boy, Momma?" pleaded Elan. He reflexively held a hand to his collar. They had a nickname on the tag, just like Tyson's. My Little 'Dour. My Little 'Lithe. My Sweet Little 'Pix.

"You will be when I'm done with you," huffed Aideen. "But you'll have to wait until I'm done with your Daddy."

"You promise to leave him in one piece?" said Elan.

"I'd never be so wasteful," assured Aideen. "A broken toy doesn't do a girl any good, now does it?"

"No, ma'am," said Tyson. He'd remained dutifully at attention behind Aideen the whole time. His untouched cock already threatened to knot his sheath.

"Awww, he's so eager," said Aideen, caressing Tyson's face. Even in heels she had to lean against his chest to kiss him. When they pulled apart, Aideen's tails yanked at their held leashes so that all four snapped to attention. The Ninetales smirked in satisfaction. "You're all such good pups to your Mistress. Now make some room you two! It's time for Dearest to get some quality time with his little boy."

Calill and Owyn sprang from the bed, panting and wagging for Aideen. She tickled them under the chin with a tail. Tyson and Elan shared a look, waiting their turns like good boys should. Aideen nodded, wordlessly praise such obedience. Tyson approached the bed. Aideen spooled out her tail so that the leash remained comfortably slack. The daddy 'Arc loomed over Elan, hands on his shoulders. His touch was tender, yet firm enough to activate the foxboy's submission instinct. Tyson claimed him with a kiss, warm and needy, sparks dancing between their lips as they had on countless nights before.

"You look cute as Momma's little service dog," tittered Elan, one of his tails looping around a metal ring of Tyson's harness.

"And you look more beautiful every day, Lovely," exhaled Tyson. Aideen slapped her crop against her palm when Tyson used his special name for her. Father and son turned guiltily to her, but she just winked and nodded for them to continue. They kissed again, longer and deeper until Tyson snarled between breaths. Just as suddenly they stopped: the 'Arc pressed his forehead to Elan's so that vix's hair mingled with the fluff of his Daddy's mane. Their world became each other's eyes. The color of adoration was blue.

"Am I really, Dearest? Even when I'm stuck like this?" cooed Elan, slipping naturally into the voice that vix had saved for when they were alone together. He took Tyson by the wrist and pressed his hand against his gravid womb. The kits stirred in him: the excitement made them restless.

"When I first kissed you, I thought you were the prettiest gal in our little town." Tyson spoke in a stage whisper, so all could hear the secret he pretended to share only with the vixen in his arms. He kissed down Elan's neck, careful not to disturb the braided leather of the collar. More adulation fell from his lips whenever he moved to a new spot. "... And you were the prettiest gal in town... but then I got on that rusty tub...sailed over the horizon... and that's when I knew you were... the most Lovely vixen... in all...the wide... world!"

"I love you too, Dearest," purred Aideen from behind them. She squeezed Tyson's ass, then flicked the loop of her crop across its surface, just close enough that the corded leather made a sharp ZING as it rustled his fur without impacting flesh. "But there's a reason I'm having you start with my Little 'Pix, you know. Hop to it, darling!"

"Of course, Lovely, but I wasn't done talking sweet to you," rumbled Tyson.

"Walk and chew your bone at the same time, pup," teased Aideen.

Tyson growled and eased Elan into a recline. The foxboy's tummy pressed against his Daddy's firm abs. Their sheaths throbbed in time with grinding hips until Elan was reduced to fitful wriggles. Tyson's embrace steadied the Nines, assuring vix that he did care that his pregnancy left him clumsy. He lost himself to the touch, to the slow, sensual rhythm, kept from teetering into subspace by Tyson's conspiratorial growl.

"And just look at you now, Lovely. You're round and heavy and riiiiipe with the kit I put into you and I've never seen anything more beautiful in... all... my... life!" Tyson's eyes and hands raked over Elan's every curve. He kissed along the top of Elan's dress, the bust padded with his chest tuft to maintain a feminine silouette. Elan hadn't experienced much breast growth on his prenatal hormone regimen, but they tingled long after Tyson's lips brushed against him.

A wild yearning overtook Elan. He wished, just for tonight, vix had a full chest, fuller even than his mother's. For a moment he wanted to a be a knocked up, busty foxboy, to become the epitome of fertility here on parent's bed. A kick, the hardest one of the night, jolted him from his reverie, but Tyson's unwavering eyes anchored him. Vix held one of his father's hands to his womb so that they felt the kits stir together.

"I'm happy we had our little mishap," sighed Elan, dropping back into the voice. "You're gonna make a great Daddy!"

"And you're already the perfect Momma vixen," growled Tyson. He laid Elan fully on his back, holding vix by the wrists as they frotted and humped and kissed. Elan's tails moved in lieu of his hands, raking over Tyson's pelt and clutching blindly. Something firm and round right at the base of Tyson's tail gave Elan pause. He wiggled at it experimentally, Tyson went weak at the knees and moaned. Aideen swatted lightly at the tail with her crop.

"Now, now, my Little 'Pix, that's Momma's toy," said Aideen sternly.

"Yes, ma'am," said Elan, perfectly obedient.

"What's it for, Mistress," asked Calill. Elan shifted beneath Tyson: for a moment he'd forgotten anyone else was here except Mom and Dad. She and Owyn were left drooling over the display on the bed, dutifully leashed to Aideen's tails. They held hands, eyes flitting back to their unrelieved erections: they hadn't been ordered to touch themselves and they were both trying so hard to be good dogs. Owyn let out a needy keen, knees trembling. At Owyn's size knotting his sheath wasn't just an inconvenience, it was painful. Aideen smirked and motioned for the two to relieve their discomfort.

"Just teaching Dearest a new trick," said Aideen slyly. She ran a nail down Tyson's spine, past his tail, and to his rear. She tickled his tank. Tyson arched his back instinctively and Aideen tugged, sending his tail into overdrive. A playful whimper escaped Tyson and he had to catch himself from collapsing over Elan. Aideen's smouldering facade was undercut by a face full of fluff. She huffed, annoyed, and yanked the whole toy out of her husband. "I thought I told you to watch where you waved that thing."

"Ye- AaaaAAaawrawraruff -yes, Lovely," moaned Tyson, knees knocking by the plug's assault on his prostate. Aideen made a show of waving the dildo around, still dripping with lube, ensuring all parties saw just how a big a cock her husband could take now. Elan, Owyn, and Calill's eyes all went wide, glancing furtively from the toy to Owyn's massive erection.

"Why don't you show me what all that practice was for, now that you're all warmed up," purred Aideen. She lounged on her reading chair, ankle resting on one knee. The dildo affixed to her garter rested heavily against the front of her corset. She stroked it with a tail as if it were her own flesh. Owyn and Calill flanked the chair, taking turns plunging their fingers into her spade. Aideen indulged in a low, constrained groan.

Tyson was still on all fours, looming over Elan. His breath was hot and damp against Elan's cheek. He kissed him gently, whispering in his ear before going back for more. "Never thought I'd end up in this position. Can you believe it, Kiddo?"

"Nervous?" murmured Elan, just as softly.

"Just a bit."

"You'll be a pro in no time. It'll be fun, I promise."

"I'll just need to practice more with you."

"Get going, you two! We have a loooooong night ahead of us." Aideen snapped her fingers twice for attention. Owyn let out an involuntary ruff!

"Yes, Lovely," said Tyson obediently.

Elan's whole body tingled with the anticipation of beginnings. Toys and straps were one thing, but being Tyson's first, real cock was... the thought warmed him like blue flame. A tail looped around Tyson, guiding him down till his taint weighed against vix's cocktip. He lowered himself. They moaned together.

The motion was awkward yet devoid of hesitation. Elan thought wistfully of his first fumblings at anal with Calill. Daddy was taking it like a champ compared to them. The sole reason Tyson took things slow was the weight pressing the foxboy into the bed. His father's abs flexed against him where the fur had grown thinner. When the jostling disturbed the kits, it was Tyson's fire that settled them even as he continued to ride.

"Getting close, Daddy," moaned Elan. Vix wanted it to last longer, forever even, but Tyson's tender kisses over his popped navel left Elan seconds from climax. Tyson was close too judging by how the 'Arc's cock throbbed against his underbelly.

"Take the knot," ordered Aideen with a yank of Tyson's leash. "Make him cum in you!"

"O-on i- nnngh!-on it, Lovely," gasped Tyson. He leaned against Elan, ass rising before the final drop. The knot practically glided into him. For the first time Elan was filling Tyson! He was filling him! Vix willed the pleasure washing over him down into his loins, overcome by the fantasy of filling his daddy so full he'd be left with kits just like him! Tyson curled over Elan, his mane tickling his navel as he cradled his son's head. They closed their eyes, tasting each other's muzzles over and over till their climaxes finally faded.

The first thing Elan saw was blue. Their half-lidded gazes were soft and familiar, like the fuzz of firedog mane. They held hands, Tyson's thumb running over and over the Elan's fur. "How's that, Kiddo?"

"Never missed a beat, Daddy," sighed Elan. Tyson's unrelieved cock ground against a damp spot on his belly. A tail reached out to offer Tyson his well-earned release, but Aideen's crop snapped over it.

"I didn't give your Daddy permission," purred the vixen. "Just you, my Little 'Pix."

"Yes Momma."

"On your knees now, Dearest. Calill's next," ordered Aideen.

"Yes, Lovely," said Tyson obediently. He pulled himself off his son's knot with a gasp of shared satisfaction. The firedog assumed the position on all fours, tail raised to show his wife the mess Elan left in him.

"Good boy, Tyson, now turn around. I want to look at you while it happens. Elan, on your feet, if you please," said Aideen, twirling her crop like a conductor's baton. Elan obediently stood, but his knees still wobbled. Vix leaned against the bedpost for risk upsetting his litter. Aideen was there in an instant, cocooning her tails about him in a way that took some of the weight off his paws. "Come sit, now. Good moms know their limits."

Elan was given Aideen's seat on the well-worn reading chair. Aideen perched next to him on one of the armrests, but Owyn, far too large to do the same, was ordered to kneel. Aideen unfurled the tail holding Calill's leash so that she had enough lead to get behind Tyson on the bed, but only just.

As Aideen busied herself with the positioning, Owyn leaned in and whispered something to Elan. "You see what she's doing, right?"

"I think so," giggled Elan. He pointed to Cal, hard and needy as she prepared to mount Tyson, then to Aideen's drooping equine strap, and then to Owyn, full mast and dripping a pool of pre onto the carpet that would no doubt stain. "I just hope Calill actually manages to last long enough to knot him. Poor girl looks ready to bust just from watching."

"I don't think we have to worry about that," said Aideen. "Good girls only come when they're told, right, Calill?"

"Yes, Mistress," said Calill.

Aideen smacked her crop against her palm again. "Good dogs. Get to work, you two!"

Calill mounted the Arcanine, toned arms curled around Tyson's chest, tail slapping a staccato rhythm against the pillows. She She rested her head between his shoulder blades and ground her cock against his rear. A needy whine Elan had never heard before escaped Tyson's muzzle. The Nines shot his mom a look. "You've been putting him through his paces, haven't you, Momma?"

"Of course I have. I've got skills of yours to test, too," said Aideen. One of her tails looped around Elan's wrist and brought it to her spade; puffy, fragrant, drenched. Elan placed his hands on it but hesitated just a little bit. Aideen scoffed. "Are you telling me you've been in love with that girl for two years and never taken care of her properly?"

"That was- HHRMF -my job, Mistress," grunted Calill, still dry-humping Tyson on the bed.

"A good husband should have duties too, you know," said Aideen sagely. "Don't sell yourself short, hon."

Calill grunted in acknowledgement. She and Tyson shuffled on the bed, eager to see whatever Aideen had planned. The vixen ran a hand lazily against the grain of Elan's belly fur, drinking in every pair of eyes on her. "You should get used to trimming your nails more, 'Pix," instructed Aideen.

"Y-yes Mom," squirmed Elan. He knew what he needed to do. His fingers pushed against the puffy ridges of Aideen's spade and began to stroke. The foxboy moaned loudly when Aideen mirrored the motions on his popped belly button, but he knew better than to stop. He pushed deeper into her warm depths with two fingers. His movements were deliberate and experimental: searching for her sweet spots by listening for the telltale quivers of pleasure. Aideen let out a little huff but was otherwise unflustered by Elan's fumbling. Elan looked up dolefully at Aideen even as he stroked faster. "Am I doing good, Momma?"

"Good effort, I know you can do better," said Aideen sternly, as if Elan had come home from school after getting a C on a test. Her own fingers pushed hard on Elan's belly but slid away from the center, away from his weak spot. "You're a little rough and too deep."

"Sorry," blushed Elan. He withdrew until only his fingertips were in her. The fur on his hand was already soaked and sweet-smelling. Aideen smiled and danced a finger back to Elan's navel so that he squirmed in the chair, tails lashing over the floor.

"You're much warmer now," encouraged Aideen. "Think, my Little 'Pix, where would Daddy's knot go?"

Elan closed his eyes and went entirely by feel. Aideen jolted under his touch and then reciprocate by teasing his womb. They moaned and cooed together, their voices mingling in the swirling scent of ginger and peaches. Elan caught glimpses of Tyson and Calill going at it on the bed, but Aideen's dancing fingers kept him from focusing on anything but her.

"Good boy. Now start spelling my name," ordered Aideen. Her eyes were fixed on the bed, at her husband balling the sheets in his fists while he took Cal's whole girlhood. She matched her fingers to their tempo. The only thing distracting Aideen was the steady THWAP of Owyn's tail striking the upholstery. Aideen again snapped her fingers twice. "Now, my Little 'Lithe, can you stop Elan from making a mess.

Owyn let out a soft bark and scooted forward on his knees. Owyn's cozy fluff tickled the underside of Elan's tummy and firedog muzzle enveloped his dick. Elan fought to keep his eyes open, fought the urge to writhe and thrash. Yet no carnal pleasure could compare to seeing his sweet Calill take his Daddy. She dug her fingers into his mane, leveraging every ounce of her wiry strength to leave the Arc' trembling. Elan's rump twitched with sympathetic impacts. Vix could never forget the force of Calill's rut.

Aideen straddled the chair, interrupting Elan's view. All vix could see was the gentle slope of her stomach and the thick strap flopping beneath. A wave of ambrosia washed over Elan, leaving vix salivating, overcome by a yearning that belonged to the kits as much as him. He was too flustered to attempt to soothe them, but Owyn's hands warmed vix's womb before he could so much as squeak. The kits settled quickly, recognizing the weight pressing gently over them. Aideen's slender hand tilted Elan's chin up so their gazes met. "Now, be a good boy and show me what you just learned."

Elan licked his chops. His senses were drenched in her scent, her slick. His tongue darted with insatiable thirst. He could not see, so he listened. He listened to his mother's breath catching in her chest, to Owyn moaning thickly as he cleaned Elan's cock, to Tyson and Calill's mingled grunts that gave way to her needy keens. No doubt she was close, but Aideen hadn't ordered the Houndoom to cum! Of course! No one gets pleasured before the Mistress does. Elan renewed his ministrations: it wasn't just Aideen who he was servicing now. Calill needed to cum, and Elan would do anything for his Calill.

"That's right! More, mooorrrrre," warbled Aideen, her composure fracturing beneath Elan's muzzle. Elan lapped and slurped at his mother's cookie with all the fervor vix could muster. Two beads of slick ran in rivulets down his chin. Aideen shuddered so hard she threatened to collapse over Owyn, but her tails slithered out to embrace Elan and keep them close.

"Now, breed him, Calill," barked Aideen, her voice gone ragged. Her spade swollen and thumping with throbs that coursed sympathetically through the base of Elan's knot. Elan pushed himself to go even faster. She jolted again at his touch, but she never stopped giving orders to her playthings. "Do it, Calill! F-fuck you- HHRMF -your pups in-into him! Just like my so- AaAaAaaahhhhhhhgngh —"

Aideen's wild ululation flooded Elan's ears just as her cum flooded his muzzle. She curled forward and hugged his face to her shivering abdomen, clinging tight so as not to collapse upon the kits. The sharp POP of Calill knotting Tyson preceded the 'Arc's uncharacteristically high mewl. Together they joined Aideen's song of ecstasy. That more than anything is what pushed Elan over the edge. Owyn pressed his palm into Elan's navel just as the climax subsided, granting his cock a second wind. Such a thirsty pup.

"Momma... you taste so good," Elan said dazedly.

"If I don't hear back from Calill that you're treating her right you're getting another lesson," said Aideen through aftershocks.

"Can you teach me, too, Mistress?" asked Owyn, his paws at his chin as he gave Aideen his best beg.

"I have bigger plans for you," smirked Aideen. "But I think we'll have to wait for Calill to untie, first."

"I can help with that," said Owyn, tail wagging. Aideen raised an eyebrow but gestured for Owyn to continue. The big pup scampered to the bed on hands and knees. Aideen let his leash spool slackly out. She had little need for it now that she'd brought the 'Arc to heel. Elan and Aideen watched together as Owyn's muzzle nuzzled up beneath Calill's whiptail. Owyn's tongue reducing Calill to a quavering heap on Tyson's back.

Tyson still hadn't cum despite being knotted twice. His cock kicked hard against his abs when Calill squirmed. Owyn pressed his nose deep under her tail, relishing every little squirm or moan Calill made. Aideen permitted several minutes of indulgence, only giving his leash a little tug when she was sure Calill could safely break the tie. Owyn swept her up into a bridal carry and kissed her on the nose. They belatedly remembered Aideen and snapped to attention, Calill still in Owyn's arms, the firedog's enormous erection wobbling under its own weight.

"You two are lucky you're cute together. I'll allow it," said Aideen sternly. She dismounted the chair and sauntered to Tyson, panting and unrelieved in a tangle of sheets. Her strap captivated everyone in the room, swinging in time with her hips. Aideen waved her crop in a circle. "Roll over, Mutt."

Tyson obeyed eagerly, showing his belly and spreading his legs for his wife. Aideen hefted her strap and let it land with a wet SMACK on Tyson's abs. He squeaked, tongue poking between his teeth. "Such a good pup. Just two knots and you're already a needy cockslut?" teased Aideen.

"I want it," whispered Tyson, eyes never leaving his wife.

"Louder."

"I want it, Aideen! Breed my hole with your cock!"

"Better," huffed the vixen. She spared her audience a glance and motioned for them to bring Elan back to the chair. "And you three are allowed to play while you watch us, but if you make my 'Lithe cum early you'll be in trouble."

"Yes, ma'am," saluted Calill from Owyn's arms. The firedog tilted her so that she could kiss Elan sprawled across the chair. She wrapped her arms around her foxboy, moaning into his muzzle while Owyn cleaned her cock just as he had Elan's. Aideen let them play for a moment before clearing her throat. All eyes were back on her, as they should be.

Aideen made a show of spreading Tyson apart, tails looping around his knees and ankles. She frotted her strap against the valley where the bulbs of his swollen knot met. Another tail squeezed the bulb at the base of the toy. The semi-soft silicone flexed and throbbed with each little puff of air, trickling cum lube that pooled over the wet spot on Tyson's abs. Aideen drew a finger over the sticky mess and put it to his lips. He suckled it long after any residue could have remained on her fur. Aideen and Tyson shared a look.

Aideen had to take a step back to properly aim her toy. She held it with both hands, giving it little pumps so that the flare twitched and flexed in her grip. She ground against Tyson's hole, clumsy handling such a lengthy girlhood, but Tyson wriggled his hips in a way that coaxed it into him. He let out another one of those little whines when the flare fully passed into him, the same noise he made when Calill knotted him.

"Complaining already, Dearest?" smirked Aideen. "That was just the tip, after all."

"Complain? Me? Never," gasped Tyson, unable to recover his breath.

"Good dog," praised Aideen. She laid a hand over his navel and pushed deeper into him. Tyson's eyes went wide, transfixed as Aideen's slender fingers were lifted by the mass inside him. Any stoicism left in the 'Arc crumbled when the medial ring pushed into him. Elan and vix's partners watched from the sidelines, so transfixed they were barely aware of their own desires. Aideen could drop Tyson into subspace that they barely gave a thought to pleasuring themselves. Mom and Daddy must've been practicing a lot before they even planned on inviting us. He made a note to tease Tyson until he spilled the beans. He wanted to know exactly how she dropped him into subspace so fast.

Husband and wife moved in unison, their bodies entwined in a perfect mating press. Aideen's tails and fingers snatched at Tyson's fur in anticipation of the first thrust. Tyson, ever dutiful, tilted his rump up. He took her to the base in a fangy snarl. The momentum of Aideen's thrust carried her forward into a breathy kiss. She held them there by yanking Tyson's leash. Their moans escaped between gasps for air, growing lower and gruffer as Aideen worked into a steady rhythm. He was getting close but Aideen squeezed the base of the knot, refusing to let him succumb so early.

She could only buy herself so much time. She thrust into him a final time with enough force to knock one of the throw pillows off the bedspread. She sunk her fangs into Tyson's shoulder and ground against his rump while a tail squeezed the pump on her strap. She was claiming him, filling him! But one cartridge wasn't enough. Her tail discarded the spent container and inserted another fresh bulb dripping with cum lube into the slot. And then another. And another!

The discarded vessels dropped off the bed when Aideen was done. She kneeled at the edge of the bed, still deep inside Tyson, and toyed with the chain on Tyson's collar. "You like being claimed, don't you, Dearest."

"I do, Lovely," panted Ty, green stars in his eyes.

"And just who claimed you, mutt?" growled Aideen.

"You," breathed Tyson. A hand reached up and caressed her cheek. "My Lovely, my wife."

"That's damn right," said Aideen. An ear flicked and for the first time since taking her husband's show she remembered her audience. The three gawked openly, cocks twitching against their thighs without a single touch. A crack opened up in Aideen's dominant veneer and she smiled maternally at Elan and his partners. "Enjoying the show, you three?"

" Yeah..." they said in unison.

"'Yeah,' hrmmm?" frowned Aideen expectantly.

" Yes, Mistress!" They dropped their gazes obediently.

"That's right, my sweet little kits," purred Aideen. She gave Tyson's collar a little yank. In a flurry of tails Aideen flipped Tyson onto all fours. He loomed over her yet she still held his leash, a perfect inversion of Elan and Tyson's first night on this very bed. Elan shared a look with Calill.

Does she know? She has to have known.

"Feeling left out over there," called Aideen beneath Tyson's shadow. "Just because I got him on a leash doesn't mean you can't come and play."

"Can we, Momma?" fawned Elan, giving Aideen his biggest, bluest beg.

"Isn't that what we've all been waiting for? There's plenty of room on the bed," said Aideen. She tapped Tyson and he raised his tail to show the fur on his rump matted and musky from all the loads he'd already taken. Only one left!

Owyn approached first, so overcome by being edged all night that he was willing to risk the Mistress' ire if it meant he could start playing just that little bit faster! Aideen allowed it but gave the firedog's leash a cautionary tug. Thinking with the small head was no excuse to forget who was in charge. Calill helped Elan sprawl next to his mother on the bed before taking the opposite side. Aideen spared them a kiss on the cheek and pulled them into a double embrace.

"So... how long have you and daddy been like this," whispered Elan, unable to contain his curiosity any longer. "I can't believe he never told me you liked wild stuff like this!"

"Your father isn't the type to kiss and tell," tittered Aideen conspiratorially. "But I think my sweet Little 'Pix deserves to know when we started to spice things up. I'd say abooouuut a year and a half ago."

Elan did a little counting on his tailtips before his eyes widened. "You should thank Calill. All our best ideas are hers."

"Why are we whispering?" chimed in Calill. Their laughter started as a snicker and grew into a yap that shook their shoulders and left them tangled in each other. Owyn interrupted them with a needy squeak. He was trying his hardest to be a good boy but he'd been waiting a looooong time.

"Are you ready, Dearest?" said Aideen with a rattle of chain. Tyson nodded, still dutifully on hands and knees. Aideen nodded in turn to Owyn.

Owyn procured a bottle from somewhere, it's medicinal scent familiar to everyone by now. The shiny 'Arc was so slick with pre that it hardly seemed necessary to Elan. He held Tyson by the chest. Despite Tyson being strong and fit, Owyn was so much bigger he threatened to envelop him. That sight alone left Aideen salivating. Owyn grin shone through the forest of Tyson's mane. "May I borrow him, Mistress? First times with me are a bit of a process."

"You may, little 'Lithe," purred Aideen. She spooled out some slack on their leashes. "But you better leave him in one piece when you're done with him."

"Yes, Ma'am," huffed Owyn. Elan, Aideen, and Calill were cheek to cheek with each other as they got front row seats to Tyson preparing himself for what they'd all known what was coming since the night begun. To Aideen, Daddy was just panting softly, tail wagging but not able to wave all the way thanks to the obstruction caused by Owyn's dick. But Elan saw the cogs whirling behind familiar blue eyes because he had gone through the same process months ago on a damp gym locker bench. All five steps.

Step One: Disbelief.

Owyn emptied half the bottle over himself and let his erection slap wetly against Tyson's back. He ground against him as he ensured he had an even coat over every copious inch. Tyson's eyes were wide as he felt the full weight of the shaft against his body. Owyn leaned over Ty and pressed his belly against him. He murmured some small reassurance as he embraced him. The contact left a wet, musky mark on Tyson's back stripes.

Step Two: Envy.

Owyn ran his hands over Tyson's chest, building anticipation then releasing it in an exhale of blue and umber sparks. Tyson ground his rump eagerly against Owyn, but the shiny took his time. He needed Tyson limber to do this properly. Elan watched the cogs whirling in Tyson's head as he experienced the sheer weight of Owyn's full mast threatening to poke the small of his back.

Step Three: Bargaining.

"Nice and easy, 'Ol timer. Breathe in deep, and..." Owyn held Tyson by the shoulders and took a full stride away from the edge of the bed. Tyson's chest swelled as he sucked in a breath. A hiss of steam escaping Tyson's teeth. Owyn was a glint of cocksure fangs as he rubbed the hickey Aideen had left on his neck. "...we're in. How's that tip feel, old man?"

"G-good," gasped Tyson. "Give me the next bit."

"Right. I'll give you an inch, you tell me when you're ready for more? Is that good, Mistress?" said Owyn, never forgetting who was holding his leash even as he coaxed Tyson.

"Verrrrry good," Aideen motioned for Owyn to continue. She danced a nail along Tyson's cock. It kicked and throbbed at the slightest contact. Aideen pulled away before Tyson got any closer and held her precum sodden hand up to Elan to clean. Vix happily obliged, relishing the scent of sulfur and fresh-cut grass mingling with the peachy-sweet aroma that lingered on Aideen's fingers.

The two Arcanines moved in a call and response measured in centimeters. Just a bit more. Breathe. Adjust. Just a bit more. Breathe. Adjust... Surely the end must be near? One more push and then he'll hilt me at the knot! Or maybe the push after that? After that?! Owyn put a hand on Tyson's abs that were already bulging from the loads Aideen had already emptied into him. When he pressed his paw down Tyson could feel that hardness in him!

Step Four: Endurance.

That hilt Tyson hoped for did not come. There was more work to be done first. Owyn ran a line of kisses down the other Arc's shoulder, peppering in nips and umber sparks that skittered over Tyson's stripes. Owyn's reassuring murmurs warmed his audience as much as Tyson, even though they could not catch the words. His pumps left Tyson quavering, but Owyn caught him before he collapsed. Elan tentatively put a hand over Aideen's but she did not wave him away. He wanted to feel it too: the impact of his hung-as-fuck boyfriend pushing in and out his Daddy.

Owyn built into a steady rhythm that let Tyson gather himself. Their hips gyrated, still shaky but less so with each thrust. Elan curled a tail around Tyson's waist, squeezing and rubbing their fur and hoping the simple touch would convey a sort of guidance. Owyn gave Tyson a little puppy lick on the cheek and then winked at Aideen. "I think he's gettin' the hang of me just fine. Did a good job of warming him up for me, Mistress."

"Good pup," praised Aideen. The hand she'd laid on Tyson drifted downward and with a firm grip guided his tip inside of her. The bedroom bloomed in a clash of gold and blue flame. Owyn increased his pace by half a step. Every time he pushed forward he went just that little bit deeper into Tyson, and in turn he was pushed a little deeper into Aideen. She snapped her fingers twice but could only moan when she tried to give Owyn an order. The 'Arc understood well enough and picked his pace up again.

Tyson found his rhythm with Owyn at a pace that left Elan glowing with admiration. He held Aideen's legs for extra leverage so that he could relish every jolt coursing through their bodies. Aideen was losing composure now, writhing against the firedogs thrusting into her and moaning softly. She squirmed and threw her arm around Calill, blindly kissing and groping each other.

Elan, not wanting to be left out, sent his tails snaking around Aideen. But when his mother broke away from Calill's lips she turned to grope and kiss too. She was relishing being such a center of attention: Tyson still thrusting into her and two cute sluts hanging on either arm. Both Ninetales had to be conscious to not get their tangled as they ravished each other. Elan discovered he shared quite a few erogenous zones with Aideen: her inner thigh, her neck, her chest. Especially her chest. Aideens tits were a whole different world from Calill's.

Elan liked Calill's new breasts, but whenever they played together they had to be careful about them. The budding nubs on her chest were so sensitive and anything more than a light touch could risk pain to Calill. Aideen's bust was a delightful indulgence. They were soft and silky as her fur, and Elan relished how the vixen squirmed when he squeeze them or caressed them with a tail tip. Calill joined her boyfriend in pleasuring the 'Nines between them. All the while Owyn and Tyson crescendoed into a fervent rut.

Elan's attention was brought back to the two rutting 'Arcs by a lewd smack and a yip from Tyson. Finally, after all this time, Owyn had Tyson to the hilt. Every pump of the firedog's hips now pressed Owyn's huge knot against Tyson's hole and in turn threaten to tie him to Aideen! Tyson patned, tongue lolling and flecks of drool splattering his audience. His elbows quivered and he fell forward so he was smushed between Aideen's breasts. Owyn curled over him, humping faster than ever. The Daddy 'Arc moaned, a heated cry that Elan knew too well: I'm taking it?! FUCK! I'm ACTUALLY taking it! I'm close! I'm ready! I. Can. Take. It! A wet pop cut through all the myriad gasps and mewls that filled the room.

Step Five: Acceptance.

Tyson stretched wider than ever before to accept Owyn's knot. The thrust that tied them pushed Tyson into the warm embrace of his wife's cookie. Elan felt a pinch as a stray tail was smushed between his parents' writhing bodies. He felt the bulge of Owyn rearranging his Daddy's guts: such heat, such throbbing, such a mighty pulse of fluid pooling inside a body that had already been filled and filled and filled! Tyson, edged to the point of aching, finally found release in his wife, yet even the heaviest load of his life paled in comparison to what Owyn was putting in him. Aideen was quivering in her own ecstasy, legs scrabbling against Owyn's sides as instinct instructed her to lock her legs even if they weren't long enough to entwine both Arcanines at once. She crowed out her satisfaction in wild gasps then turned to kiss blindly Elan or Calill before being so overcome by pleasure that she had to cry out again.

A haze thick and soft as velvet blanketed them. All five were left tangled about each other. Tyson and Owyn had toppled over themselves and onto Aideen and Calill. They barely had enough of their faculties left to remember not to smother Elan and the kits when their knees went weak. Tyson's face was squished in the valley of his wife's breasts. He was looking up at her with his best wide-eyed puppy beg.

"H-how was that, Lovely," said Tyson. The weight of the load Owyn had left in him stopped him from fully catching his breath.

"You're such a good dog, Dearest," giggled Aideen. She stole a kiss, only for Tyson to throw his arms around her and kiss her long and slow. Elan, Calill, and Owyn shared a look.

The vixen tugged on the others' leashes when she finally broke away from her husband. She reeled them in close and kissed them one after the other. "And don't think I forgot about you. You all did good, too."

"Yes, Mistress."

They laid together a while longer, occasionally overcome by a stray twitch or aftershock or, in Elan's case, a kick. The foxboy giggled and gave Tyson's cum belly a poke with a tail. "Soooooo, how's your first full load from Owyn."

"The things I do for love," moaned Tyson even as he caressed Aideen's cheek. "I'm not as young as I used to be, y'know that?"

Aideen gave both Tyson and Elan's middles a playful swat so that they squirmed and moaned in unison. "If my 'Pix is gonna make me a grandma it's only fair that I get to make him a big brother too!"

"But this time Daddy's doing all the work," giggled Elan.

"Of course. It's his turn," winked Aideen. "I carried you after all."

"We're doing this again, right?" grunted Owyn, humping experimentally against Tyson. There was no way his knot would have gone down enough to untie the other Arcanine, but the extra force on Tyson's prostate certainly prolonged the double tie. He gave Aideen a knowing flash of his fangs.

"Please, Momma?" Elan rested his head on Aideen shoulder and imitated the doleful beg that Tyson has given her moments before. Calill, Owyn, and Tyson quickly imitated him.

"Oh you know I can't say 'no' to that look," sighed Aideen. "But from now on if you play without me I want to know. And I want details, too! And pictures!"

"Yes, Momma."