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There was a loud gasp, a certain wolf bolting up in bed, panting as he tried to compose himself. He looked over at the coyote sleeping next to him, a smile crept along his face. It was just another dream, or nightmare depending on who you asked. The wolf grabbed the bottle of medication on his night stand, popping one of the pills into his mouth, quickly drinking it down with half of a bottle of water. The wolf slid out of bed and looked out of the window of their penthouse, his nude body exposed to the city if one knew where to look. It had been thirty years since John and Taylor were in their father's colony, ten since Clint had passed away and they managed to free themselves of their symbiotes. The ravages of time had been kind to the two of them, Johnathan having bulked up in his years. He no longer looked like a man trying to relive his career as the high school quarterback, instead looking like someone who made the gym his second home. His large muscles gave him the illusion of being broader, despite his frame having remained unchanged. Almost ironically those who watched him in the gym often likened his strength to that of an ant, he looked strong but it was unclear exactly how much until he began to load his weights. His face hardened with age, the coloration of his grey fur now fading to white, even for being in his fifties he was still remarkably attractive. If one looked, around his soft length and balls would be a tarnished gold ring, one that matched one of the rings on his finger.

The wolf sighed as he gazed over the city, the sound of horns and sirens drifting up from the streets before. The sun had begun to rise, the hustle and bustle of the people on the streets below reminded him of ants with their relative size. He was startled and tensed up as he felt a pair of arms wrapping around his torso from behind, the soft fur of his husband pressing against his. Even without looking back he knew how Taylor looked, almost as if he were an exact copy of their late father. Taylor however, was still smaller than his father. He was both shorter; he never bulked up in either fat or muscle, remaining on the line of perfectly average. His fur had greyed in the same place, though Taylor's was always softer, he took great pride in that. He hardly looked as if he was in his mid forties, let alone early fifties. John knew his husband still wore that silver cock ring around his bits, neither of them could bear to take them off for long.

"You don't have to be up for another hour, can't sleep?" The coyote asked, kissing the back of the wolf's neck.

No, John couldn't sleep, his dreams becoming more reoccurring. Dreams of their colony, rejoining them as they had spent twenty years of their lives as part of the hive.

"Wanna talk about it, John?" Taylor asked, pressing his head into the wolf's back, taking in John's scent as he had the moment he realized they were no longer covered in the colony's pheromones. It was a scent Taylor would never become tired of, it meant they were truly their own people again.

"Ya ever miss it, Taylor?" John asked, his southern accent still just as thick as it was ten years ago.

"Miss what?" his husband asked, his arms squeezing just a bit tighter, he truly cherished moments like this.

"The farm, the colony, bein' home." the wolf responded, still not taking his eyes off of the city.

"I miss dad more than anything." the coyote responded quietly.

"Nothin' else?" John asked, now turning around in his lover's arms.

"Honestly, no. I have you here, we have our son, everything I want is here in this apartment." Taylor would say plainly. "Why do you ask?"

John would lift Taylor's chin, giving him a soft kiss "The dreams're back."

"Have you been taking the medication?" Taylor asked, a small bit of worry rising in his chest.

The wolf would bite his lip, truth be told he had missed a few doses, for a week. He hated taking them, this was twenty years of their lives together, and taking the medication just felt as if they were throwing it all away.

Taylor knew the expression on John's face, they'd grown up together, they were married, the look was unmistakable.

"Fucking hell, John. You know how important it is for us to take them right?" Taylor asked, the irritation on his face almost as heavy as in his voice.

"I know, it's just-" John began, only to be cut off by the coyote.

"It's just nothing. It is absolutely important that we take it, on time, or we have the dreams. We have the dreams, we feel the withdrawl of dad's scent. Don't forget why we fought so hard to break free." The coyote would ramble, it was clear how frustrated he was.

"Oh I know full damn well why we're here, Taylor. You decided we move to the city, you decided we take the fuckin' pills." John responded, now growing frustrated with his mate.

"Because we have a fucking son, John. Do you think he wants to see his father become a slave to a colony of ants?" Taylor snapped back.

"Don't you fuckin' dare bring Lucas into this." John would snap in return.

"No, I'm going to. He is the reason we tried so hard to get here, John." Taylor began. "We wanted a good life together, to watch him grow up, make his own decisions. You think that becoming the next king, or sticking around for what's his face to become king was a better decision than raising your son?"

"Of course not, I love Luke. But Taylor that-" John would find himself trailing off as he watched the coyote storm over to their dresser "What're you doin'?"

"I'm going to go take a fucking shower, I've got to meet with Sandman in two hours." The coyote began, turning to face his wolf. "I'll take Luke to school, take your fucking medicine." He finished before storming off.

"Have a good day at work, love yo--" John began, only to be cut off by the slamming of their bedroom door. Taylor was pissed, the wolf knew he had fucked up but he knew the coyote would forgive him the moment John had him pressed against the mattress.

The wolf decided to lay back down, wondering if he should go out and try to help his husband get ready for the day. No, that would be a fool's mistake. Their father may have been a grouch in the morning, but he had nothing on a pissy Taylor. He closed his eyes and waited, he wanted another hour of sleep to come, yet it never did. He groaned as his alarm went off and decided to get ready for the day, first a shower.

John towelled off and put on a pair of boxers, he had never truly adjusted to wearing clothes again after not wearing them for so long. Instead opting to wear as little as possible, whenever possible. The wolf made himself a pot of coffee, pouring himself a cup of the black ambrosia. He sat down at his desk, having long since chosen to work in the main living space so he could keep watch of the door in case Taylor came home for a lunchtime "snack". John had long since gotten used to the coyote's voracious sexual appitite, but it still paled in comparison to his own, an open marriage more of a necessity than a fun swinger type situation. John would begin to look at the plans carefully laid out upon his desk, samples of various colors and fabrics strewn about them. He had discovered shortly after Zillan Labs needed to expand their previous home that he was talented in the realm of interior design.

He was no architect, had barely passed high school, and yet this secret talent came to him so naturally. He had discovered it on accident, trying to weigh in on their plans for expansion as it was, in fact, his home they were renovating. All anyone needed was to give him a theme, or idea, sometimes as little as a color and the wolf's mind began to work in wondrous ways. At first it was just aiding in Zillan Labs' renovations here and there, to he was designing whole brothels where the musk ants were discovered. Though his talent was discovered by complete accident, it brought him some of the sensation that he earned his keep. When he and Taylor were freed of the colony's influence at the time of their father's passing, he found himself a number of corporate clients through the help of Zillan while they were trying to ensure they could properly integrate into society. It didn't take long for his skills to be put to use, helping hotels rebrand their designs, offices, he even went and offered his skills to private clients with their homes. Though he couldn't tell you the difference between scarlet and vermillion, referring to them as bright red or "purply" red, his skills were truly appreciated by wives and husbands alike. Though that wasn't where his skills stopped, it wasn't uncommon for the spouse of his client to walk in on the wolf balls deep in his client. It rarely ended in argument however, their spouse often joining in, watching, or simply understanding. A simple side effect of being under the control of the musk ants for so long, his pheromones now made him desirable for most that were to inhale his sexual aroma. This was something that could be controlled with his medication, if he took it properly and not only when he started having the dreams again.

John lost himself in his work, he had a deadline to make, three separate plans for one of his clients to decide from. He had taken inspiration in his latest design from Asian influences, his client had said something about "Fung Shway" or whatever it was called, John only had a basic understanding of what she was talking about. In his mind it was just a fad, you could have a line of different so called masters of the art completely disagree with the previous one, it was just based on personal aesthetics. His ears suddenly perked up when he heard the lock to their door click, looking over at his phone to check the time. It was only eleven, Taylor didn't go on lunch for another two hours, and Luke should have been at school. He watched as the door opened, a familiar face that always made him smile stepping through.

In walked a canine, he was clearly young, not even in his twenties yet. He appeared to be a wolf, yet his fur color and pointed ears would lead others to believe he was a coyote. His build was quite muscular, John took great pride in taking him to the gym together. He was clearly the son of the two canines, his surrogate mother being a cousin of Taylor's, and a night John would never forget. He was not conceived by accident though, John and Taylor both wanted a family, one that was more than ants and millipedes. They were shocked when Clint encouraged them to start one together, but they definitely weren't going to say no. He remembered the anxiety that labs wouldn't allow it, if they had said no then it was hopeless. Yet, they said yes. With their changes, the lab wanted to know if the wolf even could conceive again, the cousin being Taylor's idea. The question of raising their son was the biggest concern for both the future parents and the labs, a concern that caused Taylor to work on his miracle drug for them with a burning ferocity. While they could spend at most eight hours away from Clint at the time, Taylor wanted to extend that. He wanted a family, his own pup to raise, and John couldn't say no.

"Hey there whelp, yer home ear-" John cut himself off, his son's shirt was splattered with blood, his eye was a little puffy but nothing a bag of frozen vegetables couldn't fix. What worried him though was the cut across the young man's chest. "What happened?" he asked, his voice now more serious than it had been all morning.

"He was sent home early, he started a fight." Taylor said sternly, following in after the young man before looking over at him. "Wanna tell your father about it?"

The hybrid would mumble a response that sounded like "I didn't start it."

"What was that!?" Taylor snapped, his ear flicking at John's sigh.

"I said I didn't fucking start it! They can watch the fucking cameras!" Luke shouted back at his dad, growling a bit as he did.

John watched the hairs rise on both of the men as they barked, looking down at his empty coffee cup. Was it still too early to start drinking? He walked over and put his hand on Taylor's shoulder, the coyote suddenly stopping as John made his presence known in this little spat.

"Taylor, yellin's not gunna help. He was in a fight, and got sent home. Why didn't they call me?" John asked calmly.

"He broke the other boy's nose, John. He could lose his scholarship." the coyote explained, feeling a large hand rubbing his back.

"That doesn't answer my question." John began, turning his attention to their son, he knew something was up. "Lucas, tell me everything that happened."

Their son crossed his arms "Buncha assholes were picking Jackie."

John shot a quick look at Taylor, the coyote had gone from at his son's throat to apprehensive now. John turned back to Luke "Jackie's yer partner, right?"

"Was my partner, we broke it off a few months ago." The hybrid responded

"Alright, I'm listenin'" John responded, gesturing to their son "Continue."

"They were pickin' on Jackie, asking which bathroom they used..." Luke started, growling a bit as he spoke "They tried taking Jackie's clothes off, I heard Jackie yelling for help and...Pa, by the time I got there, they'd pulled Jackie's pants and underwear down off saying they could fix them."

"How many were there?" John asked, feeling a sense of pride in his son.

"John, I don't think-" Taylor began, only to stop when John held his finger up for silence.

"Three, four if you count the guy with the camera." Lucas responded after Taylor was silenced.

John felt an overwhelming sense of pride. His son fought off at least three other guys, one of them had a knife, and outside the bruises and the cut, he was no worse for wear. He quickly brought the hybrid in for a tight hug, this truly was his son.

The wolf had heard Taylor fidget with his keys and looked over "Where're you goin'?" He asked as Taylor began to walk to the door.

"I'm going to go talk with his principal, I wasn't told any of this. I only saw the three boys while Lucas sat with the resource officer." Taylor began "They said they didn't need to pull camera footage because the boys showed them a video of the fight, and that I did see." He said before slamming the door.

John sighed, fucking figures. This is why they called Taylor and not him, it wasn't the first time Lucas had been in a fight, John would always congratulate him as he knew his son never started them.

"He could have fucking apologized."

John's ears perked, his attention now to their son. "Hey, watch yer fuckin' mouth."

The two canines stared at each other for a moment, first a giggle, then a snort, followed by laughter. John patted Luke's shoulder, a proud smile on his face.

"Go take a shower, yer gunna want to wash that cut nice'n good.'' John started, pushing the hybrid in the right direction. "After that, c'mon out here and we'll have us a man to man."

John went back to his desk and sat down as Luke showered, knowing his son was infamous for his long showers. He needed to get the last of his plans finished, but he knew it was important to talk to his son after what transpired. He heard the bathroom door open, his eyes following the hybrid as he walked to his room, only wearing a towel around his waist.

"Put on some fuckin' clothes." John called out, returning to his work.

"You first, no one wants to see your old dick." Luke called back as he walked, closing his door shortly after.

John looked up bewildered, the apple certainly didn't fall far from the tree, but maybe the pup had a point. It was almost noon and he was still in his boxers, well it was a bit late now to get dressed. He returned to his work, drawing in the final design as Lucas left his room, also only in his boxers.

"So what did you wanna talk about?" the hybrid asked, sitting down on the couch.

"Well, it's about yer fight." John said, getting up before walking to the fridge for a couple of beers. "Wanted to tell ya that I'm proud of m'boy." He explained, walking back to the couch. He sat down and offered one of the beers to Luke.

"Pa, I'm too young to drink." His son said shyly.

"That right?" John asked, looking over. "Ya think I'm stupid?"

"Well yeah." Luke responded immediately.

"Ya know son..." John began, positioning himself to look at the young man "vodka freezes when a pup decides to water it down too much."

Lucas felt the color drain from his face "Y-you knew?"

John laughed "Yer Dad thought it was just cuz we got the cheap shit, I was yer age once too. I know all the tricks, jus' like those brownies ya like to keep in yer drawer."

Luke felt his ears fold back as he accepted the beer from his father, opening it and taking a large gulp. "You never told Dad, right?"

"I did, but we both figured that so long as you was doin' it where we could keep an eye on ya, it was alright." John said, opening his beer and taking a sip "Told 'im it was better than you goin' somewhere else and gettin' into dangerous shit."

The young man took a sip of his beer, looking up at his father "And he didn't argue?"

John laughed "Oh fuck no, he wanted to kick yer door down and tan yer hide."

The hybrid looked down at his beer "I don't get why he's so hard on me."

John couldn't help but put his arm around Luke "Yer dad means well, I can promise ya that." He began "He knows ya wanna work in genetics, he just wants ya to succeed and make sure ya don't fuck things over fer yerself."

Luke sighed "Yeah well sometimes he could do without the stick up his ass."

"Hey, ya know I'm the one who shoves that stick up there ya know." John would say with a chuckle before sipping his beer.

"Pa!" Luke looked up at his father, a complete look of utter disbelief on his face.

"Oh come on, Lucas." John said, cracking a smile "I know you fuck just as good as yer Pa. Ya take right after me."

The young man felt his face grow warm "I-I have no idea what you're talking about."

John raised an eyebrow "Ya know yer body count, boy?" he said, taking a swig of his beer.

The hybrid swallowed hard. "It's one, that was Jackie."

John snorted, choking some on the amber liquid. He coughed for a moment before looking back up at his son "Yer at forty seven." he said between coughs "Thirty two of 'em were since ya became a senior."

Lucas felt his face grow warm, his eyes widened in embarrassment "H-how did you know?"

John recovered and took another sip of his beer "Ya must really think yer Pa's that stupid. I got cameras in every room, my room, the kitchen, livin' room, the door, everywhere 'cept the bathroom."

Luke looked up, his eyes wide with embarrassment "Even my-"

He was cut off by a wave from his father "Fuck naw, yer a growin' boy. I took the camera out when you was old enough to play with yerself. Gotta say though..." he said, looking at his son "Ya don't get that tiny thing from me."

"It's gotten bigger, ya know!" Luke protested "Probably bigger than that shriveled up dick you've got."

John shot his son a serious look "Them's fightin' words boy, you better be willin' to back 'em up."

Not one to back down from a challenge, the hybrid stood up "Oh I can back them up all day, old timer. At least I don't need a pill to get it up."

"Oh, so we're doin' this?" John said, taking a large swig of his beer before standing up. He would grab the waistband of his boxers, sliding them down to reveal his soft shaft. He would reach down and begin stroking his length to wake the beast, giving his son a cocky grin. "Whip it out, boy. Let this old timer put ya to shame."

Lucas would slide his own boxers down, quickly grabbing his own soft length. From appearances alone at this point it most definitely looked like his father would win this contest, though Luke was definitely a grower, not a shower. Quickly the two men reached full mast, getting as close as they could to compare sizes. John was always proud of his length but it looked as if his son beat him out, by just a smidge. When it came to thickness, Luke won with absolutely no contest.

"Well shit..." John said as he looked down at the shaft being compared with his, Luke truly was his son and then some.

The hybrid beamed with pride "Looks like I got it from Dad's side of the family, tiny."

John couldn't help but snort "Yer bigger than either yer dad or yer grandpa, ya definitely get it from me."

"You sure? Cuz doesn't look like I'm nearly as small as you." Luke said with a cocky expression on his face.

"I'll show ya small!" John yelled, quickly putting his son in a headlock, rubbing his headfur aggressively.

It had only been a moment as John began rough housing with his son when he felt something, when he heard something. He couldn't help but notice his son's hard length rubbing against his outer thigh, the sudden cool rush of air against pre that had begun to soak itself into his fur was unmistakable, so was the moan as he noticed Luke's nose was now buried in his pit. He felt a desire flare up inside him, one he knew quite well. He needed to breed, to breed and convert. John quickly let go of his son and stepped back, sliding his boxers back on quickly. He saw the dazed look on the hybrid's face, it was those damned pheromones. He snapped his fingers in Luke's face, some semblance of his son returning.

"Pa, you smell so...good. P-please..." Luke begged, a slight whine escaping his throat, it seemed like he almost wanted to bury his face in John's pit again.

"Go take a shower, make sure it's cold." John commanded, damn near pushing his son into the bathroom.

"B-but..." the younger man begged.

"Now Luke." John growled, a sigh escaping when the young man finally relented.

John went to the bedroom he shared with Taylor, there was no way he could tell Taylor. Sure Lucas was an adult now, and it's not like his husband had any room to talk when it came to fucking around with his father. What Taylor would freak out about was how the pheromones effected their son, the two of them had hoped that since they served the colony when he was concieved he would be immune, or at least resistant, to those damned pheromones. He had to tell Taylor, he already knew that John hadn't been taking the medication regularly, he could come clean and admit it was just enough to keep the addiction at bay. John sat down on their bed as his thoughts once again turned to wanting to breed their son, he shook his head and placed it in his hands. This was Lucas, their boy, the same boy who's diapers they used to change, check for monsters under the bed with, cuddle with when he was feeling sick...No he was a man now, a man who saw just as much action as his old man, who needs to learn his place within the colony, one who needed to serve...

John slapped himself, looking down at his now throbbing bulge as a wet spot grew on his boxers. He reached over and grabbed his medication, this damn medication that was like drinking away his past, but for Lucas' sake he needed to take it unless... He popped the pill in his mouth and swallowed it down with the remainder of his water bottle from earlier. He sighed as he finished the water, looking down at the floor as thoughts raced through his mind. He was too dangerous to be around Lucas like this, not while the instincts that were beaten into him for twenty years were resurfacing like this, and yet...he liked it, he wanted them back. Where was Taylor? Taylor might get mad, but he'd...he'd understand, he'd listen eventually. John layed down and covered his eyes with his arm, he didn't want to hurt his son. On the other hand, he wanted those feelings back, to listen to those instincts again, he felt so empty, so lost.

John must've fallen asleep as he awoke with a start, a gentle hand tracing his chest, down his abs, and back up. He moved his arm and looked down, feeling a smile creep across his face. Sitting there was Taylor, his Taylor. The coyote he'd spent his life with. He would prop himself up a bit, the coyote smiling back at the wolf.

"Good morning, handsome." Taylor would say softly, pressing a finger to John's lips. "Let me talk first."

John could only lay there as he watched Taylor begin to speak, feeling his heart beat fast in anxiety.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry for this morning." the coyote began. "I know you try so hard to be strong, and I over reacted." He finished, looking over at the wolf. "You can talk to me John, I'm here to listen."

John sat up, how to say what was on his mind. "Taylor...I miss it." He began, looking over at his husband "We had a routine, every day. Wake up, feed Pa, work, feed Pa, fuck Pa, fuck you, feed dad. We provided food and shelter for billions of lives, Taylor."

Taylor put his hand on the wolf's back "They were just ants John, Dad was the only-"

John cut him off "They were lives, Taylor. We provided them with food and a home, they made the crops grow better than they ever had before, they provided for US too." John then looked at his hands, they were trembling. "I used ta work with my hands every day, sure it wasn't much, I was just a farmer. But I miss that, I miss them."

Taylor would grab John's medication and gently place the medication in them. "John, I think that's the addiction...Please take them."

John would angrily take the pills and throw them against the wall, the bottle popping open, the medication scattering across the bedroom floor "That was twenty years of 're fuckin' lives, Taylor! 'N you just want me to wash it down with...with these fuckin' pills? Do you understand what I'm telling you!?"

Taylor would jump as John threw the pills, his eyes wide as his ears folded back. He was scared, John was angry and he was scared. Was John about to fall down the same path as his birth father? He stayed silent as John sat back down, glancing over at the pills, just how often did John forget to take them?

"It's like...It's like we're gettin' rid of the last thing we had of Pa. We're gettin' rid of our family." John said with a sigh "You wouldn'ta even looked at me if it weren't fer him."

Taylor realized that John's anger wasn't truly directed at him, John was hurt. He inched closer to John, gently taking the wolf's face in his hands "John, that's nonsense. I love you, I've always loved you."

"Tha's bullshit." John said, looking away only to have his head grabbed again. He was now looking in the coyote's eyes, his coyote's eyes.

"Johnathan Thorne, I love you. I always have, and always will. Do you remember who the first person I told I was gay?" Taylor asked, his voice soft.

"Was me." John grumbled, he felt his anger melting away looking into those eyes. Of course Taylor loved him, after every fight they've had, every time he'd been sick, even when the first round of addiction truly hit in its worst. Taylor was there, he'd never left John's side. John first thought it was because no one could bring Taylor the same satisfaction, but looking into those eyes he knew. He knew that the reason Taylor would always come to bed, would bring him medicine, would rub his back and hold him, was because the coyote cared.

Taylor smiled "It was you, John. Because even with as much as we fought back then, I loved you. You were, and always have been, the man who had my heart." Taylor finally released John's head, smiling gently at the wolf. "What happened John, whatever it is I won't get mad."

John would begin to tear up, quickly grabbing Taylor and pulling into a hug. His grip was tight, but far from anything to hurt Taylor. He buried his face in Taylor's shoulder, taking in his scent with a shudder, how he loved how his coyote smelled. It was then the coyote would feel his shirt get moist.

"I-I almost lost control, the pheromones, and Lucas, and...fer fuck's sake I almost claimed 're son fer them." The wolf barely managed to get out before sobbing.

Taylor wrapped his arms around John, gently stroking the back of his head. He wanted to be smug and give John a big 'I told you so' but not now. His husband was crying, John was crying. He's only ever seen John cry once, at Clint's funeral and Taylor couldn't blame him, he cried too. He continued to stroke John's head fur; his wolf needed him right now.

"It's not your fault John, it's okay." Taylor said gently, holding the wolf close. A few minutes passed and John finally seemed to calm down some. He was still shaking and sobbing a bit, but at least the tears had stopped. "I'll call the boss, we can get you into therapy early this week. That alright?"

The wolf only managed to nod, he couldn't look Taylor in the face, not now.

"I'll make steaks tonight, with mashed potatoes and green beans, maybe some cornbread too." the coyote said gently, still stroking the back of John's head.

John was bewildered, he almost claimed their son, he got angry and threw something, and now Taylor was willing to make the wolf's favorite meal?

"Hey John?" Taylor asked, hearing a muffled response from his shoulder. "I love you."

The wolf finally raised himself from the coyote's shoulder, looking confused "W-what?"

Taylor smiled gently, grabbing John's chin and gave him a soft kiss. "I love you John, you and Luke are the absolute world to me. Without you two I-"

John cut him off with a kiss, it wasn't like before. He just opened his emotional vault for Taylor to see for the first time; it was high time the coyote knew that he was more to the wolf than he ever led on. The two kissed for several moments, John not once letting the coyote out of his embrace, keeping Taylor wrapped in his big arms as he put every ounce of emotion into their kiss. Finally, Taylor pushed them apart, he was panting.

"I love you too, Taylor." John said back, a slight smile on his face.

Taylor leaned forward and nuzzled John's neck. "We'll get through this together, whatever happens, I'll stay with you."

John couldn't help but give the coyote a gentle squeeze "Thank you, might be tough fer a bit but...thank you, babe."

Taylor smiled, looking up at John "In the meantime, I'll go make dinner. You might wanna take a shower, don't want Luke to know you've been crying." He said as he broke free of John's grip, sliding out of bed "Love you, my big tough wolf." He said to tease John, slowly starting out of the room.

"Love ya too, my little whelp." John responded, a smile creeping on his face. Figures Taylor knew how to make him smile, even when he felt he couldn't.

John listened to his husband, deciding to take a hot shower to relax. He was shocked Taylor actually listened, he listened and wanted to help. Best of all was that Taylor genuinely loved him, he thought the coyote tolerated him for their son and the sex, but Taylor genuinely loved him, and John loved him back. It was high time he showed Taylor how much the coyote meant to him.

John stepped out of the shower, sliding on a pair pajama pants for modesty. When he left the bathroom he heard screaming from the kitchen, taking off at full speed, his heart racing, something has happened. When he arrived he saw Luke standing there with the sink hose pointed at Taylor, his husband was wet and holding a pot lid to protect himself. The two had stopped to look at John, the hybrid slowly aiming the hose at his father.

"Don't ya fuckin' dare, pup." John said with a playful growl, only receiving a blast of ice cold water to his face.

John glared at his son and lunged, a playful smile on his face. Luke dodged and took off, yelping and falling when he felt a cold blast of cold water in the middle of his back. Suddenly it stopped, Luke decided to look back and saw Taylor try to wrestle the hose from his husband.

"Run Luke!" Taylor called back "I'll distract him, save yourself!"

John would let go of the hose, grabbing Taylor by the hips and pulling the coyote against him "How brave, givin' yerself up fer yer son." He'd say with a dominant growl.

Taylor smirked and ran a finger down John's chest "Oh please, show me mercy."

John growled again "I don't know the meanin' of the word." He really didn't.

Taylor grinned up at his husband "But how will I escape the big bad wolf?"

John's hands slid down, squeezing Taylor's rear roughly. "Ya don't. He's hungry, and ya got yerself the meal he wants."

The coyote gasped, putting on his most innocent voice "But...I'm a virgin."

The wolf snorted with laughter, keeping a grip on his prey "Guess yer gunna need ta learn then."

Taylor leaned up and gave John a gentle kiss "Can I at least give the big bad wolf and his pup dinner first?"

John only chuckled "Well duh, can't fuck yer brains out on an empty stomach." He'd say, letting go of the coyote so Taylor could cook. "Ya know, I was thinkin'-'' he began.

"Did it hurt?" The coyote asked, taking no time to pause.

"Oh shut up." John said with a laugh. "But we ain't had time to ourselves in a long ass time. Tomorrow's Friday, we could send Luke to his boyfriend's and spend the night, just us."

Taylor slowly looked back at the wolf "John...Luke doesn't have a boyfriend."

"Well him and that buck are more'n just friends." John responded, leaning on the counter as he watched Taylor cook.

"I'm sure you'd know all about that, he takes after you." Taylor teased. "But a night together sounds amazing."

John would come up behind the coyote, wrapping his arms around him gently, giving his ear a firm tug with his teeth "So it's settled. Luke goes to that Brady kid's and, tomorrow night that ass of yers is all mine." He'd growl softly into Taylor's ear.

Taylor gasped as he felt his ear being pulled, that growl only aiding in starting the fires of his arousal. He decided to focus on cooking in order to keep his pants from feeling tight. His mind then wandered to the relationship John hinted at "John, what if he wants to marry Brady?"

John chuckled "Gotta problem with the elk?"

Taylor sighed "Just his accent, I can't understand a fucking word he says with his accent."

"What? Ya like mine but you don't like cocky?" the wolf asked.

"It's called cockney, John. Besides, your accent is sexy." Taylor saud, turning around to look at his wolf. "Just like the rest of you."

"Yer damn right I'm sexy." John said, flexing his arm. "I don't work out for nothing."

Taylor licked his lips "Maybe you could help me with some cardio, thinking I need help stretching too." He said, a flirtatious tone in his voice.

"Gross." Was all they heard, turning to see Luke staring at them.

Taylor felt himself blushing heavily "Sorry the idea of your dads having sex is gross." He said defensively. "Maybe I'll suck your father's dick right here out of spite."

"Maybe I'll marry Brady out of spite." Luke responded as he walked to the fridge, not taking time to think about his response.

Taylor looked flabbergasted, John was near dying of laughter as he slapped Taylor's back "At least he gets that mouth of his from you."

Taylor would compose himself, turning back to the stove to finish cooking. "Good. It means you two can do the dishes tonight."

"But Dad!" Luke began to protest.

Taylor raised a finger to silence his son "Nope, no one gets to sass me but me. This also means you and your father can have that chat."

John looked between the two canines "What chat?"

Luke looked horrified, looking over to Taylor "W-well...uh..I..."

Taylor walked over to Luke and placed his hand on his son's shoulder. "You can tell him Luke, it's fine, I promise."

"Tell me what?" John asked, now worried. "Did he get some lucky lady knocked up?"

Luke shook his head "I...Pa...I want to be the one who's knocked up."

John only looked confused "Why would I care if my son's a bottom?"

Taylor suddenly looked so tired, walking over to the table, sitting down to put his head in his hands. A heavy sigh escaped his lips "God dammit, no John."

Luke would rub his arm a bit, a trait he seemed to have picked up from Taylor when he was nervous "Pa...I'm a girl."

The wolf looked so confused "But..ya were proud about bein' bigger'n me earlier."

Luke could only look down, her voice getting quiet "Because I wanted you to be proud of me. I wanted to be a son you were proud of, but dad told me you were hurting and I wanted to tell you cuz...I love you Pa."

John smiled and walked over to his son, no, his daughter. He pulled her into a tight hug, tears starting to swell in his eyes "Why now, Luke? Er.." He pulled away and looked at her confused. "Is it still Luke?"

The hybrid could only shake her head "I like Luca." She'd say, giving her father a hug "We really had a connection today and...I was gunna tell you earlier but then...well yeah."

John frowned a bit, looking up at Taylor for guidance, guilt still heavy in his eyes. Taylor only gave him a gentle smile as if to encourage John to say what he wanted. He only squeezed Luca. He remembered before she was born how he wanted a girl, one he could spoil rotten, granted things turned out differently but he was happy to embrace his daughter "Tell ya what, Luca...You can stay home tomorrow and we'll go buy you some new clothes, get you some makeup, whatever you want. You and that Brady kid can go on a real date, alright?"

Luca couldn't help but tear up a bit "I love you, Pa."

John smiled as he stroked the back of her head "I love you too, princess." He'd say softly.

"Told you he'd still love you." Taylor would say as he got up, walking over to hug his daughter as well. "I'm proud of you, Luca."

Luca would smile up at her dad "So...can I go with Pa tomorrow for clothes?"

Taylor would sigh "I'd rather you go back to school, but God knows I'm gunna have to fight for that." He began "You can go-"

Luca squeezed Taylor harder in their embrace "Thankyouthankyouthankyou."

"Let me finish." Taylor said with his voice a bit strained, feeling himself being crushed by his daughter's embrace. "Brady is going to bring you your school work and you're gunna finish it before you two go out, you can stay the weekend at his place alright?"

John's ears perked up as he heard the word weekend, a weekend of just him and Taylor would be amazing. "Or, 'n Taylor listen to me, she goes over what she's gotta do with you in case she doesn' understand somethin' but she can do it at his place."

Luca would look between her two fathers, she definitely liked the second option the most "Can I do that one dad?"

Taylor sighed, figures John would spoil her again "Fine, but I'm going to check it when you get home. Now go and start getting your stuff around, I imagine you and your father are going to be out most of the day."

Luca instantly ran to her room and began packing things into an overnight bag, Taylor was amazed at the speed of which she took off before heading back into the kitchen where sizzling was heard. John on the other hand was processing what had just happened, his son was really a daughter now, that was simple to understand. What he didn't understand was how easily Taylor relented, how Taylor even extended the initial offer, something was up. He walked back into the kitchen and began to hand wash what few dishes had been dirtied, wondering how to ask Taylor what was up.

"I guess I should ask what yer gettin' at, lettin' her stay at her boyfriend's all weekend.'' He asked, looking down at the utensils he was washing. "What if he tries somethin' with her?"

Taylor looked over at John, a bit confused. "John, she's still the same person." He started as he placed a steak on a plate, placing the next in his cast iron. "I get that you're already in the daddy's little girl mindset because you two were close to start with, but she's still the pup we worked so hard to raise."

John could only sigh "So ya think her and Brady 're gunna get married?"

Taylor's eyes widened as he looked down at the steaks he was cooking, his expression was only one of terror "God I hope not." The thought of having a son in law he couldn't understand, and what if their grandpups inherited the accent? A life of just smiling and nodding, unable to understand what was being said to him. That sounded like hell.

John could almost hear the expression on Taylor's face, a chuckle escaping him. "Yer gunna hafta learn how to understand Brady then, I don't know why it's so hard fer ya."

Taylor shook his head "Neither do I, I just...I can't understand the kid."

John only laughed and dried his hands, patting Taylor's back "I'm not all that smart but I'll make sure ya get what he's sayin'." He'd say, giving Taylor a quick kiss. "Want me to set the table?"

Taylor nodded "If you don't mind."

John would give Taylor a quick kiss, grabbing the plates and silverware to set the table with. Taylor would come out and begin setting the food on the table as John placed the glasses for each plate, John stopping to admire the food that Taylor had worked hard to cook for their family. He placed his hands on Taylor's shoulders and began to massage them, watching his coyote begin to melt under his strong touch.

"Looks almost as good as you do." John would say softly in Taylor's ear.

"Mmph, thank you." Taylor would half moan as he enjoyed the shoulder massage.

"You two really need to get a room." Luca would say as she stood there, having heard the table being set.

"Mmm shutup, you'll understand when you're older." Taylor would slur, his eyes closed as he lost himself to John's touch.

John stopped with the shoulder massage, giving Taylor a quick kiss. "Maybe she's right, we'll eat and continue this later."

The coyote would whine as he felt the wolf's hands pull away "Fine." He said with a sigh, sitting down and waiting for the two to take their plates. He watched as John and Luca began to load their plates with food; these moments were always magical for him. These moments where they truly were a family, where the three of them truly got to connect. Nothing was a forbidden topic at the table, that was always a rule, Clint had always said that when they were growing up, a lesson he and John decided to keep.

Taylor would begin getting his own food after his two canines had begun to take their first bites "So Luca, I need to ask...Is Brady your boyfriend?"

John would begin to cough, almost choking on his food. He didn't think Taylor would ask, or be so blunt about it. He would take a gulp of his milk "T-taylor!"

Luca shrugged "I mean...I guess?" She said fiddling with her potatoes with her fork "We haven't gone on like a real date or anything yet."

Taylor inhaled deeply and smiled a bit "Well then, tomorrow why don't you two go see a movie? I heard that the new vampire movie is good."

Luca would shake her head "He doesn't like vampires, they've always given him nightmares since he was a kid."

Taylor would sit back, he felt like an ass "Well what about that romcom with Mutiny Jilson?"

Luca smiled "Yeah...that one sounds nice, you're okay with it?"

Taylor sighed "I can't understand the kid, but if he makes you happy that's all that matters. Do you like him?"

Luca nodded, lifting a fork of her food into her mouth, swallowing before answering "I do. He's actually why Jackie broke it off with me, they're not mad but said that I had more of a connection with Brady."

John's expression changed, as if a puzzle piece had finally been fit into place "So that's why you two are still close."

Luca laughed "Dad I've known Jackie since we moved here, I think Jackie knows me better than I do."

John would look over at Taylor "Sounds like someone else I know."

Taylor felt a smug smile grow on his face. "Someone needs to know how to take care of you." He'd say with a wink at the wolf, much to their daughter's dismay. Taylor would begin to cut into his steak. "You two have sex yet?"

"Taylor!" John would glare at the coyote, he was both shocked and embarrassed that Taylor would ask.

"It's alright Pa." Luca said, looking her dad directly in the face "And what if we have?"

Taylor looked into his daughter's eyes "Then it's whatever, but I can tell you haven't.'' He'd say as he took a bite of his steak "Otherwise you would've teased me about it by now."

Luca felt the color drain from her face "Yeah well...yeah you're right." she couldn't argue that.

"Why not?" John now asked, chewing his food "It's not like yer exactly shy."

Luca could feel herself blushing, biting her lip "Well he doesn't want to have sex until we're a thing."

Taylor smiled "So he's old fashioned, I can respect that."

"It's not like ya waited until marriage." John teased, looking at Taylor.

Luca shook her head "No, not that. He just...I do want him, like...He's straight, he knows that I'm trans and he actually treats me like a lady." she said, fiddling with her food again. "He's not opposed to us having sex, he just wants me to be sure I want this, that I want him."

Taylor would set his fork and knife down "What do you mean?"

"I dunno how to say it, Dad. It's hard to explain." the hybrid said, now looking up "He wants to make sure I want to be a woman, that I want to be his woman. But like...I love it when he calls me a lady, when he holds the door open for me, he's given me his hoodie before, like...I want to tell him I love him but like, I think he knows I'm scared of what he might think."

Taylor would reach over and grab his daughter's hand "Then tell him how you feel. If he makes you happy, he deserves to know what you feel for him." he said gently "It sounds like he might just feel the same way, especially if he's going out of his way to make you feel like you are on the outside who you are on the inside."

Luca looked up at her dad, her tail wagging slowly "I'll tell him tomorrow then. Dad...If we do start dating will you give him a chance?"

Taylor smiled "If he makes you happy then he doesn't need the chance, he's welcome here anytime." He said before leaning back "I might not be able to understand what he says half the time, but it sounds like he really cares about you so I'm willing to deal with it and learn for you."

John cleared his throat "Maybe we should uh...change the subject." He said, he was ready to rip the elk's throat out already if he did anything to hurt Luca, his mind already in the 'daddy's girl' mindset. "Taylor, how's the project that Zillan had you workin' on?"

Taylor chuckled at how defensive John was getting. "Well Luca was pleased to know that she's been cleared for testing it."

John felt his heart drop "W-what?!" He exclaimed, standing up. "The fuck she is!"

Taylor would glare at the wolf, ready to protect their daughter from his outburst if needed "John. Sit." He said with a growl.

John would sit begrudgingly, an angry look on his face. "Fine, why the fuck would she even sign up fer it?" he asked, looking directly at his daughter.

"Pa I-" She began, stopping when Taylor spoke up.

"Because the project is for gender reassignment." Taylor said bluntly. "She signed up without my knowledge when I took her to see Sandman after she turned eight teen."

John looked between Taylor and Luca "Wait...You knew she was trans?"

Taylor nodded "She said she wanted to tell you on her own, I found out through the project. I talked to her and she came clean, she asked I don't let you find out until she's ready."

"Is that why you decided on today?" John asked, looking at Luca.

The hybrid nodded "I figured it out a while ago, I didn't know how you'd react so I hid it."

John sighed "Jesus fuck." he said, looking over at Taylor "Ya shoulda told me."

Taylor would begin eating again "I made a promise to our daughter, John. She said she'd tell you herself when she was ready."

Luca looked down, she felt like she had messed up "I...I can back out of it, Pa."

John shook his head "Ya listen here pup, yer a Thorne, and we don't back out of shit." He said with a weak smile "It's an adjustment, but if ya wanna go through with it, if it'll make you feel like you're you...Then I won't leave yer side. 'M sorry I got mad without knowin'."

Luca looked up, she felt truly blessed. Both her parents seemed to be willing to accept her, the man she loved, she was lucky. "I love you, love you both..." She said, tears beginning to form in her eyes.

Taylor got up and wiped them away, bringing their daughter into a hug, John quickly joining him. "We love you too Luca." Taylor said, rubbing her head "And no matter what you do, we always will."

John smiled softly down at his family, when did he get so lucky? A loving husband, and a beautiful daughter. "Yer our princess, whatever ya need, we'll be here."

The family ended their embrace after a few moments and resumed eating, Luca volunteering to do the dishes so her parents would have the evening together. Taylor showered after the long day while John picked up his pills that were scattered over the floor, like ants...He sighed as his thoughts began to race again, back to the farm house, to what his life was like. He jumped when Taylor rubbed his back, looking back to see his naked husband. He would quickly stand and embrace the coyote tightly, feeling his emotions running wild again. He began to cry again, he missed it, he wanted to go back. Taylor ushered them to their bed, laying down with his husband, and let him get it all out. John cried for what felt like hours, and even then his face didn't leave Taylor's chest. He fell into a quiet sleep for the first time in Taylor's arms, the coyote's petting only aiding in his slumber.

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It had been a few weeks, the sun was shining into their penthouse. John was as nude as the day he was born, enjoying the warm sun while he was alone. His ears perked up as he heard a door close, he looked up and saw Luca coming inside from a long day, though he felt no panic at her seeing him nude, she'd seen him without clothes before. She would set her bag down and walk over to the couch, sitting down next to her father, a bit too close. John's heart began to race a bit, he had no idea what was going on.

"Long day?" She asked as she leaned back a bit to relax.

"You could say that." He responded.

Luca shifted a bit, her face now buried in John's arm pit as she enjoyed his scent. "Well maybe I could help my Pa relax." She would say, stroking his chest sliding down to his abs, even further.

John smirked as he felt his daughter grabbing his shaft, the wolf feeling his shaft begin to harden at her touch. He suddenly felt waves of pleasure erupt from around his shaft, as if he had slid deep inside a virgin. He opened his eyes to look down, instead of Luca's hand stroking him he would only see his cock covered in the musk ants he'd grown so familiar with. His shaft gave a powerful throb as they began to work, their tiny legs sending waves of pleasure crashing through his body. He groaned as he suddenly felt the colony that was working him begin to enter his shaft, feeling them enter one by one. Fuck he missed this, he wanted it so bad.

"Please fuck me, Pa." Luca said, her face still buried in his pit. "Fill me with your ants, let me join you."

Something wasn't right.

John's eyes opened, Taylor was gone. John would roll over in the bed and check his phone, Taylor would've left for work two hours ago. He sighed, it was just a dream, just another fucking dream. He looked down to see his shaft was rock solid, a bead of pre having long since formed, a small stream flowing down his length. He would sit up and breathe slowly, they were getting worse, he needed to find a release and soon if he wanted to stay here with Taylor and Luca. He would lay in bed until his length had finally softened, grabbing a change of clothes and taking another shower, making sure it was cold to snap him to his senses. Upon exiting he would quickly get dressed and knock on Luca's door to wake her up, going to the kitchen to grab himself a protein bar for breakfast. He would sit on the couch as he ate, hearing Luca's door open before hearing the bathroom door close. At least she was up. Eventually he would hear a flush before she left the bathroom, and then her bedroom door closed again. John sighed as he got up, walking over and knocking again.

"Ya gunna get dressed?" He asked.

"Mmhm" Luca responded, she was clearly back in bed.

"Ya got ten minutes and I'm leavin'." John said sternly, walking back over to the couch while he started the timer on his phone. He was serious, and he knew Luca was aware he was. It was nine minutes later and John was putting his shoes on, his ears perked up as Luca left her bedroom.

"Dad, do you even know what time it is?" She asked, rubbing her eyes.

"Yeah, it's eleven." John said bluntly.

The wolf looked over and Luca was wearing an amber colored hoodie that was clearly not hers, while yes she had a male frame and muscle this hoodie was still at least one size too big. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans that were loose on her legs, she looked way too masculine. It was a good thing they were shopping for clothes today.

"That one of Brady's hoodies?" John asked, looking her up and down.

"Yeah...it's soft." Luca responded as she passed John.

John could smell the boy's scent on the hoodie, it smelled of firewood and a sort of musky pine, clearly he was more of an outdoorsy type "More like it smells like him.'' a response that received him a powerful punch in the arm.

"D-dad, shut up!" Luca responded, she was clearly embarrassed.

John rubbed where she had punched and laughed, embarrassing their daughters was a father's speciality. It didn't take the two long to get ready, quickly heading to the mall for a day of shopping. The two truly had a father daughter date, John putting his skills as an interior designer to use as he helped Luca choose outfits, colors that went with her fur coloration. Five hundred dollars later and Luca had a complete wardrobe, it wasn't a whole lot in John's opinion, but it was enough to get her started. They then went to Seraphina for makeup and perfume, it was another three hundred dollars but they managed to find a kind assistant to help them. They picked up a plethora of eye color palettes, lipstick, eyeliners, and perfumes, enough to make even Pru Doll jealous. John received an angry text from Taylor, several in fact, about their spending, the wolf simply responded saying he'd make it up to him coupled with a rather inappropriate gif. Before they had headed home, John bought Luca her own vanity for her room, declining the offer to have it delivered and set up for them. They arrived home just before four, Luca opting to take a shower while her father constructed the vanity. Luca would re-enter her room just as John finished and plugged it in, smiling at his craftsmanship, he was happy to use his hands again. The two then sat down and started watching Viewtube makeup tutorials, John promising that they'd learn together. The two practiced together for hours, John quickly mastering how to wing his eyeliner and helping Luca learn for herself. They heard Taylor arrive home around six, the smell of pizza would quickly fill the penthouse.

"You two hungry?" Taylor called into the room.

John would quickly leave, noticing two pizzas "Why'd ya get two?"

"One's a vegetarian in case Brady's hungr-" Taylor cut himself off as he saw the makeup on John's face "John...what's on your face?"

"Oh, Luca and I were learning how to put on makeup together. I can't get it to come off." John explained.

"Well did you buy makeup remover wipes?" Taylor asked.

"Is that what those little baby wipe things is?" the wolf asked.

Taylor would suddenly look so tired "God...It's a good thing you're hot cuz you sure aren't smart."

The wolf felt a smile creep across his face. "I'm glad ya think I'm hot." he said, his tail wagging.

"Oh for the love of God..." Taylor said with a sigh, choosing to ignore his husband for the time being "Luca, you hungry?"

"Yeah, can I eat it in here? I wanna look good for the date." She called out.

Taylor would walk to the kitchen and grab a plate, putting a few pieces on the plate before bringing it into Luca's room, watching her for a moment as she applied her makeup "You look beautiful, make sure to pack your makeup wipes alright?"

She would look up at Taylor and smile "I will." she said, getting up to hug Taylor "Thank you for everything Dad, I love you."

Taylor would kiss the top of her head and hug her back "I love you too Luca, so much. Now if you come home and your father is dead, don't be shocked. He spent a fuckton without asking, and I'm gonna make him work for it."

"Oh..." Luca said pulling away "Should I bring some flavorade when I come home?"

Taylor chuckled "That might be best, but you just worry about having a good time alright?"

Luca smiled and sat back down "I will Dad." She said as she worked on her makeup, "Can you close the door? I want to surprise Brady when he gets here."

"Sure thing, love you." Taylor said as he left and closed the door, shooting his husband a look that said 'Your ass is mine' as the wolf had a mouthful of the meat lover's pizza.

He and John sat down together on the couch, putting on an action movie as they ate. A half hour later there was a knock at the door, Taylor grabbed their plates and put them on the table as he passed. When he opened the door there stood an elk buck, his horns well kept and polished. His fur was a chestnut color, he was wearing black khakis, a band shirt, and a denim jacket. What always shocked Taylor was how tall he was, he seemed muscular but naturally so, it didn't seem like he actually went to the gym except for the few times John had invited him.

"Hi Brady, Luca's getting ready." Taylor said, stepping aside. "C'mon in, I dunno if you ate but I grabbed a veggie pizza for you just in case."

"I 'aven't eaten yet but I'll grab a few slices before we leave, thank yor." The young buck responded, his thick cockney accent flowing like a river.

Taylor took a second to try and understand what the buck had said as he entered "Well I'll leave it out just in case. I'll put it in the fridge when you leave so you can take it with you when you bring Luca home."

"Thanks, right, I'll make sure ter grab it before I 'ead 'ome." Brady responded, sounding appreciative.

The coyote smiled and nodded "If you'll excuse me, I need to do the dishes." He'd say, grabbing the plates and walking to the kitchen.

John would look back at the elk and gesture "Hey there Brady, why don'tcha take a load off while ya wait? Wanna beer?" John asked, offering the buck an unopened can.

"Sure, right, I'd luv a beer" Brady responded, sitting next to the wolf.

John took a sip from an already opened can, handing the unopened one to the buck "So I gotta ask, bein' a father 'n all, what're yer feelins fer my daughter?"

The young man would open his beer to take a huge swig, deciding an honest answer was the best. "Well, I right like 'er, i'n it? Straight up I've been wantin' ter date 'er for a wile but I'm bloody well afraid she'd turn me dahn."

John would set his beer down "Well if that's how ya feel, tell her. Yer a good kid, I don't think she'd turn you down."

The buck would go to respond only to be interrupted by the sound of a door opening. Out stepped Luca wearing a form fitting shirt, a black skirt that stopped at her mid thigh, her legs were adorned with thigh high stockings. Her makeup would only aid in accenting her natural features rather than give her features she didn't have. John was sure if they had been at the kitchen table he would have heard a knock come from the buck's seat. It seemed Brady liked a girl who could actually kick his ass.

"How do I look? I can change if needed-" Luca began.

"No, don't change. Cor blimey guv, would I lie to you. Yer 'ave a look absolutely beautiful, right?" Brady cut her off, staring at her like a deer in headlights. Clearly the predator had him by the heart, throat, and other parts.

Luca would blush at Brady's words, Taylor leaving the kitchen to look at his daughter "You look amazing." he would say handing her a fifty dollar bill "Just in case you need it. Now you two go have fun, just promise you'll call if you need anything, alright?"

The hybrid hugged her father, her tail wagging "I will, don't kill Pa, okay?"

Taylor would smile gently, "I make no promises." He'd say giving her a kiss on the head. "Now go." He'd say before looking at Brady "You too, go on and have fun."

The two would quickly leave, John's tail wagging as he saw the smile on Luca's face. Taylor would close the door behind the two, turning to face John.

"So, you skipped therapy, spent nine hundred and fifty dollars on our daughter, and got makeup stuck to your face, that sound about right John?" Taylor asked, taking his phone out to text someone.

John's ears folded back as his eyes went wide from fear, he didn't like Taylor's tone. "Yeah, I said I'd make it up to ya. Who're you texting?"

Taylor would put his phone away. "Oh Johnathan Thorne~" He began, walking over to sit down next to his husband, cuddling up to him. "Remember my bull friend from way back when?"

"Terry? Yeah he's a good guy." He responded, putting his arms around his oddly affectionate husband.

"And remember how you said you'd bottom for me on special occasions?" Taylor asked, giving John a kiss.

The wolf would kiss Taylor back "Well yeah but I-" Suddenly it clicked. "Taylor, please tell me ya didn't."

The coyote would get up and rub John's chin "Well Terry absolutely loves pretty boys~" he began, licking his lips. "You've got an hour to clean up, I'm gunna watch my country boy ride the bull."

"T-Taylor, please tell me yer kiddin'!" John exclaimed, it had been years since he had taken anything remotely as large as a bull.

Taylor only chuckled as he began to walk towards their bedroom "Oh my dear sweet John, you said you'd make it up to me~" he teased.

John panicked, his husband wasn't joking. John swallowed hard, grabbing his can of beer and quickly chugging the rest of it. He was far too sober for what was about to come. He would quickly shower, making sure that he was properly prepped for such a night. He would take close to half an hour trying to clean the makeup off his face and was mostly successful with only some bits of the eye liner remaining. He would leave the bathroom and walk into the bedroom where Taylor was reading, glancing up at the wolf as he entered.

"Well someone looks handsome~ Looks like it's my turn." Taylor would say playfully, getting up to smack the wolf's ass making him jump a bit. "I sure hope you're ready~"

Taylor relaxed in the hot shower as he began to wash up from the day's work, taking his time. In all reality he never texted anyone to come over, just reminding Luca to use a condom should her and Brady get involved in that way. Taylor quickly finished washing and dried off, walking into the bedroom where John was pacing nervously. Taylor would wrap his arms around the wolf, and smile up at his face.

"You can relax, Terry's not coming over." He said gently.

John sighed with a huge sense of relief, pulling his coyote close "Then why the hell would ya scare me like that?"

Taylor could only chuckle "Consider it payback, you scared me by not going to therapy today and to see you spend so much..."

"Anything for Luca, though we did get you a surprise too." John said with a smile.

Taylor would look curiously at his husband, feeling John break away. John would walk over to the bed, grabbing something from underneath it, before presenting the item to Taylor. It was a plate of glass that was laser engraved, the engraving being an exact replica of the only picture of John, Taylor, and Clint together with a baby Luca. It was hell trying to make sure Clint's pheromones wouldn't affect the baby, but with a combination of certain soaps they made it work. It was also the only time since they joined the colony that they had gotten Clint to wear clothes. Taylor would reach down and feel over the engraving, tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes.

"John, it's beautiful. Thank you." He said, looking it over.

John wiped the tears from Taylor's eyes, smiling softly "Taylor, you made me realize things I never thought about myself before." He'd say, lifting the coyote's chin up to give him a gentle kiss "Yer the best thing that's happened to me."

Taylor would blush, feeling his tail sway a bit "You're just saying that."

The wolf shook his head "Naw, Taylor Thorne, I really do love you. It's not the past that's makin' me say that, it's not Luca, I really do love you. I know we've always been rocky at best, but I ain't stayin with you fer no other reason than how amazin' you are."

Taylor would chuckle "John, I'm shocked it took you thirty years to realize you love me."

John would gently take the picture and place it on his night stand, pulling the coyote close. He would lean in and kiss Taylor deeply, their tongues quickly dancing with one another. He felt Taylor's arms wrap around him, this wasn't like usual, this wasn't some lust filled kiss, he truly wanted to take the coyote for the first time as a lover. John would slowly spin the two as they kissed, pushing Taylor to the bed. Taylor yelped in surprise as he felt the wolf push him down, feeling himself bounce in the bed as John got down on his knees. He would lift Taylor's legs and spread the coyote's cheeks, diving in to get his prize. His tongue began to make quick work of the muscled ring he was aimed at, the sounds of Taylor's gasps and moans were like music to his ears, the coyote's squirming only furthered his desires to please his husband. He knew this always drove his husband crazy, something that would make him need John. Yet even when he typically stopped, he continued, intent on making his coyote a needy mess before he got his reward. John eventually pulled his smooth tongue away from the muscle, feeling it was more than relaxed for what came next. He would grab some lube from the inside of his night stand, standing up to rub some on his solid shaft, now spreading Taylor's legs to rub the head of his cock on the relaxed coyote hole. He heard his coyote whimper, Taylor's words only making John want to do this more.

"J-John, please..." Taylor begged, his ears folded back.

"Well then, guess I should be a good husband." The wolf said, smiling down at Taylor.

John would adjust himself, letting his weight and gravity aid him in sliding into the coyote, his coyote. John quickly found himself bottomed out within Taylor, moving the man's legs around his waist so he could lean forward, giving his husband another deep kiss. The two tongues began to dance almost instantly, John's cock giving a throb in the coyote's hole before the wolf began to thrust. His thrusting was slow, passionate, and caring, something Taylor was not used to. The coyote moaned softly into their kiss, breaking it to lean his head back and enjoy the slow sensations as they gently washed over him like the gentle tide on a beach. John felt his heart beating faster, he was overjoyed to watch Taylor enjoying his gentle thrusting, letting his body do the talking, to relay the message he himself couldn't find the words for. John braced himself on the bed with his arms, feeling Taylor's legs squeeze his hips, the coyote pulling him down to nuzzle his neck. He could feel Taylor's own hard shaft leaking against his abs, he loved how his coyote was always a fountain during sex. The feeling of Taylor's face as he nuzzled the wolf's neck, their closeness, this moment, John could almost feel his heart burst as the reality of his love for Taylor hit him. John slowly began to pick up the pace, going steady but remaining gentle, the feeling of Taylor's hole around his shaft was almost like velvet, it was enough to make John pant. He would begin to rock his hips with each thrust, making sure his shaft would grind against Taylor's prostate. This moment was almost perfect, Taylor's moans, John's affections, it was almost as if they were of one mind and body.

Breed.

John felt his instincts stirr, his shaft throbbing inside his husband. He didn't just want to make love to his husband, he wanted to breed him, needed to breed him. Make the coyote underneath him want more, to produce more. John would growl and begin to thrust harder, picking up his pace, much to the coyote's delight. Taylor's moans, his whimpering, the slight squirm he'd give when John slammed into him, all of it only inspired John to work harder for his prize. The wolf felt the legs around his waist squeeze tighter around him, keeping him close for short, quick, and rough thrusts, all of which he was happy to oblige. At this pace it didn't take long for Taylor to shoot his load, but John kept going, it would take more than that for him to finish, and they had all weekend.

---

It had been a long weekend for both sets of couples, John and Taylor must've had sex in most rooms of the house, Taylor could barely walk come Sunday evening when Luca had come home with Brady. She came home all giggles and sunshine, she was clearly smitten with the young buck. Taylor, being the parent she trusted more when it came to emotional matters, had inquired what had happened over the weekend, Luca answered the questions as if she had just floated down from a cloud. Brady had confessed his feelings to Luca, that he wanted to make her feel like a proper lady, that he loved her and wanted to give her the world, to make her feel as if she had always been a princess her entire life. Taylor found himself unable to dislike anything about Brady after hearing that, yes his accent was hard to understand, but Taylor could feel exactly how the elk made his daughter feel by watching her talk. Taylor could only smile and let her know that Brady was welcome over anytime, and gave her permission to give Brady his number in case he felt he needed permission first.

It was a long few weeks following that weekend until graduation, Luca had been spending every weekend at Brady's which was a blessing in disguise for her parents. While John was afraid to truly go to therapy, he and Taylor were able to sit down and talk about the feelings John had, Taylor sitting there and holding the wolf's hand while he spoke and listened to his concerns. While Luca had been spending time with Brady she explained to the elk what had happened to her parents when they were younger, how she was conceived, their medications, everything. He seemed to be a bit apprehensive at first but he seemed understanding, and more than supportive when Luca told him about her procedure, it was clear to her that Brady was serious about wanting to be there to support her. Eventually the day of graduation came, John started screaming with pride when his daughter crossed the stage, much to both her and Taylor's embarrassment. Taylor had pulled John back to his seat and reminded John that he's an idiot every other day, perhaps today he should take the day off before he embarrassed their daughter further. After the ceremony the four of them decided to have a little party back at the penthouse, Taylor finding it easier to understand Brady more and more as time went on and the four of them joked around. They all decided to go to bed early, as the next day was the day for Luca's experimental procedure. Brady was going to sleep on the couch as he wanted to be there for Luca, the two older canines debated a bit before John gave the buck permission to sleep in Luca's room, telling him not to keep her up for too much longer.

After a restless night, it was finally time. The four of them arrived at the labs where Taylor worked, Luca excited though her parents and boyfriend were absolutely worried for her. Though Taylor was able to get her cleared to recover at home, the initial process would still need to be done here. John however couldn't sit still, he wanted to be there and hold her hand to comfort her, little did he know comfort wouldn't be what she needed.

Luca sat there in the private room by herself, she was already nude, her vitals had been taken, she was just waiting to begin. She heard the door and covered herself with her hands as in walked a lynx, she recognized him. He was the one that had kept her parents under observation, and occasionally had to run tests on her as she was growing up. She smiled a bit as he walked towards her.

"How're you feeling today, Luca?" he asked as he looked over her charts, his accent placing him from somewhere near Boston.

"Pretty good, it's Sandman right?" Luca asked, watching him carefully.

"Yeah, more of a codename than anything." The Lynx said, looking up at her from his chart "We call your dad Anthill sooo..." he trailed off, seeing her dismay and changing the subject. "So your dad's been talking about how you've got a boyfriend, he the elk out there?"

Luca nodded and wagged her tail "Yeah, it's been about a month now."

The lynx smiled at her "I'm glad to hear it, I've been wondering who you were gonna take after."

Luca blushed and looked away "W-well he's nice, and he treats me like a woman."

The lynx laughed "So you take after old Anthill." he said before muttering "I owe that damn hellhound twenty bucks now."

The lynx would begin putting on gloves, grabbing some tweezers from the cabinet. From his lab coat he produced a sealed jar, inside were a dozen slugs, none of which were larger than the standard garden variety.

"Do you know what these are?" He asked, looking over to Luca who simply shook her head. "They're a domesticated breed of cumslug. Typically they would infest your testicles, breed within them as they can't inseminate themselves, eject the old ones through an orgasm. Essentially they use your testicles as a breeding ground." He looked over at Luca to make sure she was following what he said "As this happens your...manhood and testicles will shrink because of their hormones, and finally you will eject a final slug. They are much larger than others and will attach themselves to you as they convert your genitals to...well female. That slug will die at the end of the process but by that time they've converted your baby factory to only produce eggs that will produce more slugs."

Luca swallowed hard, watching him as he spoke "S-so what about these ones?"

Sandman smiled "Don't worry, these ones have been genetically altered. When the final slug emerges, she will have taken too much of your dna. So when she converts your genitals to female, you will produce your own egg cells rather than slug eggs to fertilize. We've perverted their reproduction process to allow the recipient to bear their own offspring, should they choose to. Theoretically you'll still experience the same heats, pregnancies, everything that someone who was born biologically female would." the lynx explained, looking over to her with concern in his eyes "Luca, I've known you since you were a pup. If you're nervous and want to back out, it's fine. No one will blame you."

The hybrid would only shake her head "No, I want this. I need this...." she began, taking a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "What do I have to do?"

The lynx held the jar in front of him. "Either I can help you, or you can do it yourself. But these need to start going inside you."

Luca swallowed again "I...You should probably do it." she would say, removing her hands from her soft shaft and balls.

The lynx nodded and grabbed the tweezers, opening the jar and gently grabbing each slug with them before placing them on the woman's shaft. The slugs knew what to do, the quickly began traveling down, circling the soft meat as it began to harden from the stimulation. Luca would huff softly as the slugs sent waves of pleasure down her shaft, her obelisk quickly standing to attention as the first slug began to poke at her urethra. She gasped and gripped the examination bed as it began to travel down her urethra, feeling it work its way to its destination, almost as if the muscle gave the slug no issue as it traveled. She whimpered a bit as the pleasure was overwhelming, it seemed the critters knew that causing pain wasn't beneficial to their cause. Luca moaned as another one entered her urethra, then another; the pleasure was almost divine as they teased and tormented her shaft.

Sandman, however, would be observing, writing down notes as the parasites began to enter their new host. Noting her reactions, how the slugs were reacting, literally everything about the process. When the last slug entered her and made its way to her testicles, he finally slowed down with the note taking.

"How does it feel?" the lynx asked, looking up at the panting hybrid.

"I-I can feel them moving around. It feels amazing." She said, looking down at herself, a soft moan escaping her throat.

Sandman nodded "Well, we need to keep you for a few days for observation on the process. I'll let your parents know, and once it's complete you'll be homeward bound." He said, leaving the room.

Luca panted as she laid back, a wave of pleasure coming over her as an orgasm overtook her, splattering her stomach with the thick white fluid. What she didn't know is it would be the first of dozens before she'd be done.

---

It had been a full week before Luca was cleared to go home, the procedure was a success. Though looking at her one would still assume she was male, if one got the chance to look underneath her clothes they would be pleasantly surprised to find a set of lips no different than any other woman's. Though Taylor wished everything was over, Luca had been running a fever as her body adjusted to her new organs. Taylor was willing to use his paid time off and John was more than willing to reschedule his meetings and consultations to take care of her, though much to their relief Brady was willing to stay home with her. While Taylor was still nervous, leaving her in the buck's care, John assured him that it was fine. Eventually Taylor relented, placing his trust in the man just as his husband had.

It was the Sunday after Luca had come home, Taylor was off at work as because of his daughter they had many new findings to record, John had just gotten home from a meeting for a new client. He smiled as he saw Brady on the couch, it seemed the buck was also a fan of FASCAR.

"How's she doin'?" John asked as he set his keys down.

Brady turned back to look at John as he walked in "Well 'er fever's gone, she's been sleepin' all day but I've been up just in case she needs sumfink." he responded.

John kicked his shoes off and began to walk to the kitchen. "Twenty seven winning again this week?" he asked. He would grab a couple of beers before walking to the couch, sitting down and offering one to Brady.

"Yeah, right, but looks like one o' 'is tires is about ter blow, right?" The buck would say, declining the offer for a beer.

"Yeah, can't say 'm too big a fan of twenty seven. Number thirty six is my guy to win." John said with a smile, popping the tab of his beer and taking a sip.

"Yer like thirty six, then, mate?" Brady responded before continuing. 'e's got nuffink on fourteen, i'n it? Fourteen's got a pretty good driver, right, 'is engine I think gives 'im better fuel efficiency so 'e's makin' less pit puts the mockers on, and ter top it off 'is sponsors make sure 'e gets some pretty damn reliable tires. Not ter mention 'e's keen and knows the best times ter make 'is pit puts the mockers on." He finished, surprising John with his knowledge of the cars, and drivers.

"Wow, ya really looked into this." The wolf responded, not even sure how to counter the young buck's argument. "But I guess ya got a point, thirty six don't got a fancy engine like that but he's got experience. Yer guy's only been drivin' fer a few years, he's still pretty new."

"Fen yer two can sit in a retirement 'ome together and go on about yor favorite beers, eh?" The buck responded with a sly smile.

John chuckled "Hey, 'm not all that old yet. Still young enough to whoop yer ass if I wanted."

Brady laughed. "Yeah, yor'll probably break yor 'ip tryin' to" he said with a smile.

John liked the buck, he could throw an insult just as good as he could "Careful now, talkin' too much shit'll make yer dick shrivel up."

"That why yors is so wee, eh?" Brady retorted, much to John's surprise. Seems the buck was quick with his insults too, John really liked him, though the wolf couldn't help but notice the bags under his eyes.

"Son, when was the last time ya slept?" John asked, looking the buck over.

"Probably the bloody night before last night, been wantin' ter make sure I'm bloody well awake if she needs anyfink." Brady responded with a slight yawn.

John sighed, figured he'd keep himself up for Luca "Brady, go and lay down."

"I don't wanna risk wakin' 'er up, don't know if maybe she's actually sick." The young man protested.

"Son, go in there and lay down. Ain't like vagina is contagious." John would say, taking a swig of his beer. "If she needs anything, I'm home now."

Brady finally relented, standing up with a stretch, yawning in the process "Sure yer can 'andle 'er, then, squire? She's pretty irritable wiv 'er fever and wakin' up. Right." he said, looking down at John.

"Don't worry, 'm fine. I've been takin' care of 'er since she was a pup." The wolf responded. "I can handle a few minutes of makin' sure she's taken some medicine, now go get some sleep."

Brady nodded and walked into Luca's room, laying down with her in her bed, taking great care not to wake her.

John would finish watching the race, drinking his beer slowly as he watched the cars drive around the circle. After the first hour he was watching, taking his shirt off but keeping his pants on for modesty in case Brady came back out. John would turn his focus back onto the race, his eyes seemed to be watching for unseen details, hoping his car would come out on first; his driver needed the points this season. John's ears perked up when he heard Luca's door open, Brady had just laid down so it couldn't have been him. John turned around to see Luca standing there, only wearing Brady's hoodie that was too large for her.

"Papa, I feel hot..." She said weakly.

John had immediately jumped over the couch, falling flat on his face, he was too old to try that again. He would quickly jump to his feet, not even taking the time to assess himself, his focus now on his poor baby girl. He would put the back of his hand on her forehead; she didn't feel hot, that's when the smell hit him. She was in heat. He did his best to ignore the smell, though it had an immediate effect on his body, his pants already painfully tight within mere moments as his mind raced to what he could do. There was medicine to control the heat, but until this week they were a house of boys, he panicked. He could run to the store and grab some, yes that's what needed to happen. He would go to grab his shirt, only to realize Luca had buried her face in his chest. His eyes went wide, when did that happen?

"Papa, you smell so good." She said, half moaning, only furthering her own arousal.

John's panic only seemed to fade as his instincts began to take over, the ones that fueled his lust for twenty years. He wanted her, he needed her.

"Ya like that, huh?" John said with a growl. "I got more of that scent right here." He'd say, grabbing her head, planting her nose in his armpit.

Luca moaned loudly, her arousal only be furthered by her father's pheromones, the smell of which only furthered John's own arousal and increased the strength of his own pheromones. It was a vicious cycle that left the two slaves to their own desires. John picked Luca up and tossed her on to the couch, quickly unbuckling his pants and sliding them off with his boxers, his length throbbing and already leaking on the floor. The wolf walked over to Luca on the couch who had already slid her panties off, she was in the middle of sliding the hoodie off before throwing it to the side, she was now completely nude before her aroused father.

John knelt down and leaned forward to the set of lips between her legs, giving them a strong but gentle lick, dragging his tongue over them. His ears perked up as she moaned, a grin forming on his face. He took two fingers and began to slide them into her moist depths, quickly finding her g-spot and began drumming his fingers on it. His thumb went to work finding her clit, quickly working it. He growled as he watched her be overcome by her new sensations; it only served to further his own desire to breed her. Moving his thumb slightly John would go down and start to use his tongue on her clit, letting his soft tongue send waves of pleasure crashing through her. He would hear her begin to pant, growling as he started to work more vigorously. He grinned as it had the desired effect, soon Luca was curling her toes as her first orgasm washed through her, her moans almost like music and her squirming was delightful to the older wolf. He withdrew his fingers and licked his lips, it was time for the real fun to begin.

John stood up, leaning over his daughter as he rubbed the head of his cock on her wet lips, based on how turned on she was he wouldn't need lube. He altered his position and began to push himself past her slick entrance, groaning a bit as her tight walls gripped his length. He found himself bottomed out within her rather easily, rolling his hips a bit to tease her as she squirmed on his length. John began to thrust slowly, letting the younger woman adjust to her size, but that didn't mean she was out of the woods yet. As he got her used to his slow thrusting he would reach down and rub her clit, growling down at her to watch her ears fold back submissively. This was no longer his daughter, she was a bitch in heat he needed to breed, he needed to get his juices flowing for the colony. John began to pick up his pace, grabbing her legs and using them as leverage as his large balls slapped her rear. His pace was fast and rough, his intent was clearly to try to knock up the bitch under him. If she got pregnant and had a boy, John could introduce him to the colony when he was old enough; they always needed more food. He could feel his own climax approaching quickly as her tight walls hugged his shaft, deciding to only pick up his pace. He growled as he suddenly felt himself fall off the cliff, his orgasm too powerful to hold back any longer. He grunted with each powerful torrent of seed he blasted inside Luca, his balls flexing with each spurt of his virile seed, though that hardly stopped his thrusting. It was as if he were trying to thrust the ropes of his baby batter deeper within the hybrid under him. Eventually though, just like all good things, John's orgasm came to an end.

He panted as he looked down at his lust filled daughter, her panting matched his, it was then he realized what he had done. He had bred his daughter, in her heat no less. He quickly pulled out of her, not even caring if any of his seed spilled from her on the couch.

"Shower. Now." John commanded.

Luca sat up and hugged her father, burying her face in her chest to get more of his scent. "B-but I want more, please fill me more." She begged, half moaning as she took in his scent.

John felt his blood begin to pump once more, his urges rising once more, the twenty years of conditioned unbridled lust trying to take hold once more. He'd already finished inside her once, one more round wouldn't hurt. John shook his head, trying to regain control of his inhibitions once more.

"N-no. Go shower, now!" He said with a growl, feeling her hand slide down and begin to stroke his rehardening length. He would throw his daughter off of him and back on the couch. "Go. Fucking. Shower." he commanded once more before hurrying off to his bedroom.

After a few minutes he heard the shower running, swallowing hard as he slunk down against a wall. What had he done? What if she gets pregnant? What would he do? He shook as he looked at his hands, looking over at his medication on the bedside table. He couldn't bring himself to take them because he didn't want to throw away the past, but in doing so he just bred his daughter. He knew what he needed to do, he needed to go back, he needed to rejoin the colony. Taylor had it all, but John felt he truly had nothing. The person he'd grown to be was stripped away when Clint passed, and it left John with nothing. Taylor had friends, John had clients. Taylor had a job, John had to find something he was good at, and he hated it. John only had Luca and now he probably didn't even have that. He was alone, truly, no one understood what he needed or what he was feeling. John would swallow hard, he knew what he needed to do. The wolf quickly got dressed, throwing on a pair of jeans and a light shirt. He would walk back out and put his shoes on and grab his keys, taking one good look at the penthouse before leaving. He wiped a tear away from his eye as he shut the door, he couldn't be here. He wanted to be there for Luca, for Taylor, but he just couldn't.

It was only an hour drive south to their hometown, but John seemed to make it in record time, pulling into the parking lot of a familiar doctor's office, though that was not his destination. He looked over at the house that was maybe two acres away, that was it. John got out of his car and began walking towards the house. If anyone glanced at the house one would just assume it was nothing more than just a farmhouse, but on the inside it was a strange sort of brothel where locals could just pull their pants down and enjoy as the ants John was so familiar with went to work for their meal. John walked up to the door and smiled as he reached for the handle.

"Home sweet home." He muttered before he walked in. He could smell the pheromones of the colony, it was as if it was his first cigarette after a long day.

"Welcome to Zillan Labs Brothel, it'll be ten dollars to enter." A small mouse said from behind a counter. Watching John just simply pass. "S-sir, you need to pay!"

John just glanced back "I fucking live here." he said with a growl.

The mouse called for security, but it was too late. John had opened a door that said maintenance and descended the stairs to the basement, he knew security wouldn't come down here as anyone who entered already had their fate sealed. The moment he was at the bottom of the stairs he took his pants and shoes off, looking around for his prize. He quickly found an unmanned entrance for the colony and sat down, noticing some of the others that had become enthralled by the new king were watching him. He felt as the ants began to cover his balls, a low groan escaping his throat as they quickly made their way to his shaft to work him to full hardness. The colony remembered him, the other thralls began to pick up on the hive's pheromones; this was no longer a relapse to his addiction. It was a welcome home party. John felt a welcome poking at his hole as a large millipede began to work its way to opening the entrance, quickly slipping in and making its way into him, where he belonged. He felt the ants begin to work at his urethra, a few crawling in as a large groan escaped him.

It felt good to be welcomed home.

---

It's been four years since John returned to the brothel, truth be told it didn't take Taylor long to discover what his husband had done. If John had waited he would have found out it was impossible for him to get Luca pregnant, an upside to the odd process for her gender reassignment, she cannot get pregnant if the sperm is too genetically similar to hers. Initially the coyote was heartbroken, he wanted to grow old together, to raise their grandpups, he wanted John to stay with him. But as much as he wanted that, he realized that this is what John needed. Taylor ended up moving back home, getting a small house close to the brothel, and supporting John. The wolf was still his husband, and he still wanted to spend the rest of his life with him, something he was glad to have found a work around for.

John was quickly accepted back into the colony as a soldier for the new king, he felt whole again, he had purpose again. He went back to his work as a farmhand, he took his medication so he could spend decent time away with Taylor, with Luca and Brady, his record being a full day away. But of course he was more than happy to serve the colony once more, he wished Taylor would rejoin, he was tempted to reconvert him a few times, but Taylor remained adamant that he didn't want to. John fought with himself to make sure he wouldn't convert Taylor, eventually the desire to convert him went away. The two could spend plenty of time together, though when Taylor would be away for work, John would be in the basement serving his king and colony.

Luca managed to graduate college, and began working for Zillan labs as a geneticist. Between her procedure and a hormone treatment, no one would have ever been able to tell she had been born a male. She and Brady had been going strong, though she was honest about what had happened between her and her father with the buck. Brady wanted to be angry, but in the end he understood that neither of them could help it because of John's pheromones. Though it took some time for him to truly be able to trust Luca in that regard, it wasn't until her next heat that he saw for a fact just how much she couldn't control herself, though the buck certainly wasn't complaining. It was just last winter she had become Mrs. Luca Darcy, and it was this summer that they welcomed their first child Jonas Alexander Darcy into the world, named after Brady's best friend back in the United Kingdom. Taylor had found a proper combination of medication so John could attend the wedding and give his baby girl away, and when Jonas was born they used the same combination of soaps and medication on John as they had on Clint so the wolf could meet his grandson. Brady and Luca had their sights set on moving back to Brady's home town, Luca wanting to work in an international branch of the laboratory and Brady wanting their son to meet his namesake.

John could never have been happier, his baby was with the man of her dreams, his husband was never too far away, and John was here serving his colony. This was his home, this is where he belonged, this was his purpose.