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As the cock crowed my eyes gradually fluttered open and my wives began to stir next to me. The coyote to my left, Natalie, sat up and stretched, showing off her toned body in the morning light. While the red fox to the right of my lupine body, Lily, rolled onto her side and pulled her pillow over her head.

“I’m gonna deep-fry that rooster some day,” Lily mumbled.

“Not today,” I whispered back, giving her a gentle rub on the shoulder. “We still need him.”

Nat jumped out of bed and began pulling on a pair of boxers and jeans over her toned ass. “Come on, Spots, let her get her beauty sleep,” she suggested, picking out a shirt. “We can get started on chores.”

I nodded and carefully pulled myself out of bed to get dressed myself. Only my wives could call me “Spots,” to everyone else I was Michael or at most “Mike.” Not that we met many people out here on granddad’s old farm in the middle of Nowhere, Wisconsin. Not since the Blackout.

Trade caravans and scavengers only came by a couple times a season. And even then few braved the frigid cold of winter or the boiling heat of summer. Lily had told me once that they were wrong to call it “global warming,” it should have been called “global weirding.” I’m just glad the hills and forests shielded us from the worst of the tornadoes.

Once I was suitably attired for the spring weather I followed Nat down the stairs, where we collected our boots and guns. I went with a shotgun today while Nat took a bolt-action rifle. We hadn’t seen any raiders in nearly a year but it still paid to be cautious. With any luck those idiots had killed themselves off with their violent and short-sighted lifestyle. But they weren’t the only threats out there.

We headed off in opposite directions to check the fence. Originally just a rusty set of barbed wire alternating with electric lines, Natalie had lain tripwires connected to battery-operated alarms. That girl was always good with machines. I got to a section of fence where a feral black bear had torn clear through it a couple weeks ago. The alarms had woken us up but the thing still managed to kill two of the chickens before we managed to shoot it. I twanged the barbed wire with a stick, it seemed secure, and then tossed the stick at the electric wire. There was a soft “pop” and the stick dropped to the ground with a new pair of scorch marks. Satisfied, I moved on and continued checking the fence. Once I was done I came upon Nat topping off the gas generator she’d refurbished after we pried it out of an abandoned ranger station. “How’re we doing on gas?” I inquired.

Natalie shook the gas can and listened to the sloshing. “Should have enough left for a few more days at least. The biofuel should be done fermenting soon too.” I nodded and she turned back to the generator. I stood there for a few moments as she bent over to check something, admiring the view for a short time before I moved on to the next chore.

Personally, I didn’t miss electricity much. Sure, it was nice to have light bulbs and CD players and a working fridge, but good riddance to the internet. I stopped by the chicken coop and picked up some eggs for breakfast. Our last few hens turned out to have laid only five eggs this morning, but it should be enough.

Lily already had a pot of oatmeal steaming on the wood stove when I came in. I set the eggs down on the counter and hugged my wife from behind, planting a kiss on her cheek.

“Michael,” she said, blushing through her orange fur. “How was the perimeter check? Anything break through last night?”

“Nope,” I replied, giving her breast a playful squeeze. “That fence I rebuilt is holding strong.”

I let out an “oof” as our other wife slammed into my back. “You mean the fence we rebuilt,” Nat added. She peeked over my shoulder and I did the same to Lily, noticing Nat’s hand resting on her other boob. “Only five eggs today?”

“Yes,” I admitted. “One for me, two for each of you.”

“Don’t be silly,” Natalie retorted. “You’re planting the east field today, you need the energy. We can just scramble them all together or something.”

“Actually,” Lily suggested. “I’ve been wondering what eggs mixed into porridge might taste like. It should be almost like baking.”

The result tasted better than I’d worried, especially with a side of fresh strawberries. When we were done with breakfast I headed back out to the fields while Nat and Lily hung back to discuss something. As I was planting soybeans I reminisced on how lucky we all were.

The three of us had been friends as kids, growing up in our little podunk town in lower Wisconsin. I started dating Lily when we were in high school, but I’d originally though of Natalie as more of a friend, almost like one of the boys. After me and Lily started dating things changed with Nat though. Natalie became oddly distant, watching us but never really talking to us. Eventually we decided to ask her what was wrong and she broke down and confessed to Lily that she was in love with her. I must say, that was a bit of a shock, but in hindsight it shouldn't have been too surprising. Even more surprising was when Lily admitted to me later that she also had feelings for Nat, but she still loved me.

Now, nobody in our tiny little town had heard of polyamory, and we didn’t even know what to look up. We had heard of gay marriage, if only because our parents were opposed to it. But I did recall that a few men in the Bible had multiple wives at once. If Solomon could have a few thousand wives and some people in Madison thought that a woman should be able to marry another woman, why couldn’t a man and two women who were all in love marry each other?

If only our families could understand it that way. After a couple years of seeing each other as a covert threesome we decided to tie the knot, or knots as it were. We asked a friend to get ordained through one of those websites and booked our town’s chapel for a private little ceremony. Unfortunately, somebody saw us and reported us to the authorities.

We were barely an hour into our honeymoon when the cops arrived and arrested me for bigamy. Lily and Nat told me that they were treated like abuse victims until they managed to convince them that they were a lesbian couple, which was how their families found out about their relationship. The law only prosecuted men and the judge at my bail hearing was confused enough about the whole situation that he just charged a few thousand dollars in bail, he didn’t even try to separate us or anything. The public reaction was another story.

Our parents called us “sinners” and “f-words” and our landlord evicted us immediately. Lily and Nat had to live at a motel out of town while waiting for my hearing. That living arrangement didn’t even last a week before Lily’s family found us and tried to drag her off. Fortunately we remembered the farm. My grandparents owned a farm in the middle of the state and they’d left it to me when they passed. My parents had been trying to convince me to sell it, and grandpa had already sold the livestock after grandma died, but I hoped it would be our refuge for at least a little while.

For the first year we kept watch for cops or bounty hunters, waiting on tenterhooks for the world to catch up to us. Instead, the world ended. The farm had never been connected to the net but we heard something about the riots and power grid over the radio just three months into our self-imposed exile. We fended off the first raid a month after that. Not cops, but teenagers on ATVs waving around AR-15s. I had to shoot a couple before they fled. A few months later Nat decided to try venturing out in the car to the nearest town to see what was going on. She came back and reported that the place was basically deserted, but with a trunk full of stale twinkies, booze, and condoms she’d busted out of a locked display case.

Back in the present, I finished planting another row of soybeans and took a look up at the Sun. Just about noon now, time to break for lunch. Natalie looked like she’d had the same idea, I saw her walking in from weeding the corn field. Lily was painting when we came in, I remembered trading the paints for a barrel of potatoes when a trader from one of the new settlements that had sprung up since the Blackout came by last year. She perked up as we opened the door. “Lunchtime already?” She set down her brush and headed to the kitchen.

I took a look at the painting. It showed three feral canids curled up together in a warm and cozy-looking den. A gray wolf with a mottled coat, a sandy coyote, and a red fox. It seemed apparent who they were supposed to be.

Before long we were sitting down to a lunch of grilled tofu (we’d long since given up on pretending it was cheese) sandwiches with thin slices of bear sausage. It was filling, but made me wish we’d been able to catch a cow or some pigs. While we were eating, Nat fiddled with a radio, there weren’t many stations still operating but some of the enclaved cities had towers and broadcast weather reports, propaganda to encourage or discourage immigrants, or the occasional bit of music. One settlement based out of what used to be UW-Madison reported that a storm was headed our way, but based on some quick math it should be a day or two before it hit us. Once we verified that we were safe for now she kept scanning. We caught a bit of a religious sermon before she found a station playing crackling country music.

I set down my sandwich for a minute to listen to the lyrics, something about a traveler coming home after a long, arduous journey, and sighed. There was no going back to the life we had before, but in many ways the new life we’ve built is better. “We’ve built a great home here,” I said, “haven’t we?”

Both of my wives nodded. “It’s not what we had planned,” Lily replied. “I was planning to become a teacher, but I don’t see that happening now.”

“I had no idea where my life was going,” Nat added wistfully. “When you two started dating I thought about running off to Madison, Milwaukee, maybe even Chicago. Somewhere less judgemental. I just couldn’t see a future in town for me.” She reached over and grabbed both my and Lily’s hands. “And then I told you how I felt, and you didn’t turn me away, but embraced me. And I let myself believe that my wildest fantasies might actually have a fragment of possibility.”

Lily squeezed Nat’s hand. “I think it’s time to tell him.”

“Tell me what?” I asked, confused.

Natalie nodded. “Yes, before it’s too late this month.”

“What’s going on this month?” I tried to remember what they could be referring to. The days kind of blurred together without calendars.

My wives looked each other in the eyes, nodded, then turned to me and said simultaneously, “We want to have cubs.”

I froze, stunned into slack-jawed silence for a few moments. When I worked up the energy to speak again all I could manage was to stutter “C-C-C…Cubs?”

“I know we haven’t talked about the possibility for a long time,” Nat interjected. “But we’re better off now than we have since the Blackout.”

“We haven’t seen raiders in a while,” Lily added.

It dawned on me what they’d meant by this month. “Wait, you mean that one of you would like to get pregnant now?”

“Not just one of us,” Lily replied. “We’re not getting any younger you know.”

“Both of us,” Nat continued for her.

“Both of you?” I did some quick mental math. Sapient mammals had a gestation period of nine months, which was three seasons. “So you’d give birth in winter?”

“Yes,” Lily answered. “When there’s little to do but sit around the farmhouse and feed the chickens.”

“When harvest time comes around, we won’t be too fat and useless, yet we won’t be able to help,” Nat continued. “And next planting season the cubs will be big enough that we can set them aside for a bit.”

I could see that they’d thought this out a lot, but I still had doubts. “But what if something goes wrong during delivery?” I objected. “What if we need to find a doctor in the middle of another polar vortex like we had last year?”

Lily stood up and strode over to a bookshelf in the living room that held a small number of books. Some of them had been left behind by my grandparents, others we’d scavenged or traded for in the past couple years. She came back carrying two large books, one old and the other (relatively) new. “I’ve been reading these,” she explained.

I read the covers, The Country Doctor’s Handbook, and 21st Century Home Births. “With the medicine we’ve gathered we should be okay,” Lily added.

“But it’s still really risky,” I thought out loud. “Isn’t it?” I tried to remember what I'd heard about women dying in childbirth. “I… I think I need to think about it a little.”

I stood up, leaving my half-eaten sandwich behind. There were still more beans to plant. As I continued planting, I thought about Lily and Nat’s proposal. Maybe we could let the chickens brood a clutch or two, the chicks should be mature by winter and the new hens could be laying more eggs while the roosters could be eaten. Or maybe raising chicks would satisfy Lily and Nat’s maternal instincts for a while.

I shook my head, why was I so resistant to the idea? Me and Lily had discussed parenthood when we were still teenagers. We’d resolved to hold off on that until we were at least 23, and we were four years past that now. Heck, when Nat joined our little polycule the possibility of knocking them both up at once had been discussed, and largely ridiculed.

That reminded me of where we’d first heard the words “polycule” and “polyamory.” A couple years ago a trio of scavengers had come by; three black cats who looked like brothers, but we had suspicions they were something else. Once we figured out they weren’t hostile we started trading and they told us about this town called Second Chances. They were a bit vague about what all was going on there, but they made it sound like there were plenty of homosexual couples and polycules living there. Taking advantage of the apocalypse to enjoy the freedoms that even the most liberal pre-Blackout states wouldn’t allow them. Admittedly, it sounded tempting, but we still had our suspicions and thought it was safe enough where we were.

Second Chances, I mused on the name. We might not live there ourselves, but our little family of three had certainly been given a second chance by the Blackout. If not for the government collapsing, I’d almost certainly be in prison, and who knows what would have happened to Lily and Nat. We had been lucky enough to have this farm to flee too, so very lucky compared to a lot of people, both before and after the Blackout.

We were lucky, but lonely, we couldn’t truly trust anyone else in this messed up world. But if we had cubs…

I set aside the soybeans and headed back into the farmhouse. My wives were waiting for me inside, Lily working on her painting while Nat watched. I noticed that the fox and coyote in the painting had multiple rows of pink nipples on rounded bellies. “I’ve been thinking,” I said. The two of them turned to look up at me expectantly. “And I think maybe it is time we gave parenthood a shot.”

Both fox and coyote stood up and wrapped their arms around me.

The rest of the day was spent finishing up the planting and weeding, followed by a hearty dinner of mashed potatoes and bear meat. We brought out some beeswax candles Nat and Lily had made before we got the generator up and running and set them up around the bedroom. The radio was placed on top of the dresser, set to the same country station as before, admittedly not the most romantic music but it was reliable. We washed off the day’s dirt in a gravity shower filled from our well, unfortunately there wasn’t room for the three of us to shower together.

When we were all clean the three of us returned to the bedroom, started to light the candles that would provide the dim illumination for our lovemaking, and turned out the electric lights. Lily, clad in only a fluffy pink bathrobe, and Natalie, with just a towel wrapped around her waist, sat down on opposite sides of the bed and leaned back, kissing each other passionately as I let my towel fall and climbed up the center of the bed. I gave Lily a deep and passionate kiss, my tongue wrapping around her fangs as her own probed my mouth, then went to Nat to give her the same treatment. As me and Nat were kissing Lily pushed her muzzle between the two of us, our lips all meeting in a triangle.

Eventually I pulled back, taking in the sight of my two loving wives, as much as each other’s wives as I was their husband. “I love you,” I said. “Both of you, so much.” I squeezed Nat’s orange-sized breast but started sniffing my way under Lily’s bathrobe. My muzzle slipped over her soft white tummy that would soon be swelling with my pups and found my shaft growing at the thought.

I turned so that my wives could see my excitement. Lily grabbed one side of her robe and flung it aside, brushing the end of my snout and exposing her thighs. She pulled her legs up, giving me a full view of her vulva, already glistening with a few beads of fluid.

“I think you could stand to be a bit better lubricated,” I said as I loved my head towards her waiting pussy. My tongue lapped at her clit, provoking a soft vulpine purr. I continued downwards, spreading her lips gently apart and tasting her sweet nectar. My body tensed as I felt someone else’s tongue, no, a pair of tongues, curl around my balls. I didn’t have to turn around to guess what my lovely wives were doing. Their tongues danced across my sac as my muzzle plunged into Lily’s depths. She was so wet already that I began to feel a bit guilty for neglecting Nat so far.

I pulled myself out of Lily and began to turn, only to get whacked in the face by a coyote tail. When my vision cleared, I was greeted by the pleasant sight of my other wife’s nether regions, ready and waiting for me. I braced one arm on Nat’s body as she stood up on all fours. I lapped from her clit to her ass, tasting her salty, sticky juices. She moaned as I licked and probed, getting gradually wetter. With my other hand I squeezed her nipple, pinching gently around the base of the areola and moving downwards to the tip.

Nat chuckled, “trying to milk me already Spots?” she suggested. “Moo.”

“It’ll be a while yet before that well is full,” Lily added. “Wait, if we’re cows does that make you a bull and us your herd?” She stroked my back appreciably. “You have the spots after all.”

“I thought canines had packs?” I asked. “Not herds.”

“Foxes have skulks,” Lily retorted.

“Whatever we are,” Nat added, exhaling gently as I licked her again. “Why-ooh–don’t you try milking our bull?”

“We should try to find a real cow,” I suggested as I felt the mattress shifting under us. Apparently, Lily was crawling towards my crotch. “We could supplement the cubs’ feeding with her milk.” I felt a narrow vulpine muzzle closing around my cock. Lily’s hot wet breath and deft tongue stimulated my shaft, returning the favor I had given to her mere minutes before. I continued eating Nat out as our wife sucked my cock, which began to swell with a round red knot.

Abruptly, Lily spat out my cock and spun around under us. I felt her legs wrap around my waist from below, her weight pulling me down on top of her. All three of us exhaled sharply from the impact. “What was that?” I asked.

“Sorry,” Lily mumbled. “I just got impatient,” I felt her arm wriggling under my body. “I’ve waited long enough for this,” her hand closed around my cock. Realizing what she was after, I reached my own hand in, carefully feeling for her pussy. Our fingers met as we guided my shaft into her hole, and as I slipped into her we clasped hands for a moment. Lily peeked out from around Nat’s body, eyes wide. “It’s in!” she gasped.

“That’s great!” Natalie responded. She glanced over her shoulder at me. “Well, don’t neglect your other wife.”

“Actually,” Lily suggested. “I have an idea.” We listened to her suggestion, we had our doubts as it seemed a bit complicated, but agreed to try it. Nat turned around again, facing me this time. We clasped our arms and carefully lowered Nat’s rear end onto Lily’s face. I heard the vixen start to lap at the coyote’s lower lips as I reared back and thrust.

I thrusted again and again, feeling Lily’s vaginal muscles pull harder and harder on my growing knot. Nat holding me tight as Lily ate her. After a couple more thrusts we finally tied, my knot holding tight in her lock. And a few moments later I felt my inner muscles clench and shoot rope after sticky rope of my seed into her waiting womb.

“Oh God,” Lily whispered. “It’s happening, really happening. I can feel it!”

Natalie and I looked down, seeing Lily’s belly bulge out just above her crotch. I knew it was just my cock, but I could almost imagine that she was pregnant already with our little fist-sized pup growing inside her. Nat lifted her ass off of Lily’s face, letting me look both of my wives in the face at once.

I considered our position, the three of us forming the three sides of a triangle, supporting one another. I didn’t know what I would do without either one of them. And soon, with luck, our little family would grow.

I hugged Nat with one arm and gently pushed her off of Lily with the other. I let myself fall slowly onto Lily and pulled my two wives together, my knot still held tight in Lily. “Thank you,” I whispered in their ears. “For staying with me. I wouldn’t be here without you.”

“It couldn’t have gone any other way,” Lily replied. “We’re one family, together.”

Nat brushed my face affectionately. “I love you both,” she gave my muzzle a quick lick. “Don’t forget to give me some of that once your knot comes down.”

“Yeah,” I said sheepishly. It typically took me ten minutes to uncouple after climaxing. I was starting to wonder if I’d have the stamina to give Nat my seed once I was finally able to insert it.

Lily seemed to sense my trepidation, she turned to Nat and whispered something. “Would you mind getting some oil from the kitchen?”

The coyote looked confused for a moment, then smiled. “Oh, we’re going to be trying that too?” Nat wriggled out of my grasp and dashed off down the stairs, naked as the day she was born.

“What do you need oil for?” I asked Lily, even more confused by my wives’ scheming.

“You’ll see,” she replied with a vulpine grin.

A couple minutes later Natalie returned to the bedroom just as my knot was starting to soften, carrying a mason jar full of soybean oil. She set the jar on the dresser and bent over to open one of the drawers.

I tried to see which drawer she was opening in the dim candlelight. After a bit of rummaging she pulled out a small leather harness and a long purple plastic item. She started screwing the purple thing onto the harness and I could finally identify it as a toy that some scavengers had looted from a roadside porn shop and traded to us.

“What are you planning to do with that?” I inquired, a bit scared now of the strap-on dildo in my coyote wife’s hands. My knot shrank enough that I could pull it out with a wet pop.

“I thought that you might need a bit more stimulation,” Lily ran a finger over her dripping vaginal lips, bringing up a few drops of cum. “We read in one of the books that those cats sold us that prostate stimulation could encourage production.”

“Honestly, I thought that I’d be the one who tried this with you first,” Nat opened the jar of oil and passed the strap-on to Lily before sitting on the bed, legs spread. “Maybe later, but now I want you to plough me like you plough our fields.”

I glanced over at Lily, buckling the strap-on to her waist. “Are you sure about that?” I inquired anxiously. “I haven’t tried butt stuff in a long time you know.”

“That’s why we’re using the smallest dildo and the oil,” she dipped a couple fingers into the jar and started rubbing oil on her plastic dick.

Nat snickered and added, “and we never use the tiny one with each other, so we don’t mind it going in your ass.”

“Let’s see what we can do without it first,” I climbed back onto the bed and crawled on top of Nat. My hands were set on either side of her body as she laid back, planting her feet on the bed and hoisting her groin up to my level.

She reached one hand to grab my shaft and guide it in, and I felt it flopping in her grasp. Nat chuckled, “I would certainly say you need a little help. Lily?”

Lily walked around the bed towards my back, strap-on bobbing with each step. Even as I feared the plastic cock penetrating my pucker, I felt myself getting excited. Nat slid my tip into her snatch, and I climbed even further up, forcing my slowly growing shaft into my other wife.

I tried thrusting into her a few times, but I felt sluggish and tired. “Maybe we can try again tomorr-OW!” I winced as something long, hard, and oily slid into my hole. A furry body laying herself across my back.

“Oh, sorry,” Lily said in my ear with an air of concern. “Am I hurting you?”

I tried to focus on the dildo in my ass, honestly it didn’t hurt that much, it was more of a pressure really. “No,” I replied. “More surprised me than anything.”

Natalie grinned, “it seems to me like he might actually like it.” She wrapped her legs around my waist, brushing her feet against Lily’s side. “Now give it to him, Lily!”

The vixen thrust her prosthetic penis into my ass, propelling me into the coyote’s pussy. Lily reared back and I thrust with her as she thrust into me again. Nat exhaled sharply from the force of both her partners slamming into her at once. I felt the dildo hitting something in my colon, building up pressure in the base of my cock. I could feel my knot growing, expanding to fill Natalie’s passage as her own muscles squeezed shut around it. I could feel it, I was so close to blowing my load in her, but something was stopping me just short.

Then Lily wrapped her arms around my chest and thrust hard enough to break the dam. My seed spilled forth into our wife with what felt like the force of a bottle of diet coke and mentos. I howled with pleasure as my wives yipped in a discordant chorus.

Feeling my knot caught tight in Nat’s snatch, I slumped onto my side in exhaustion. Lily pulled back out of me as Nat wriggled her arm out from under me. Natalie shoved me onto my back and climbed on top of me, still tied at the crotch. “Well,” she gasped out. “We’re definitely pregnant now. Good boy.” She gave my chin an affectionate scratch.

Lily unbuckled her strap-on and collapsed onto the bed next to us, clutching her stomach. I reached out and drew her towards me for another hug. “Have I mentioned yet how much I love you two?”

“You have,” Lily murmured back. “But I’d like to hear it again.”

“I love you,” I replied. I turned back to Nat, “and I love you too, and I love our cubs too.”

“I love you two too,” Natalie shifted, trying to get comfortable with my knot lodged in her. “Any idea what we’ll name them?”

“I was thinking Daniel might be nice for a boy,” Lily replied. “Maybe Mikaela for a girl?”

“That sounds too much like Michael,” Natalie retorted. “It would be confusing. How about Marigold?”

“Well, we have nine more months to figure it out,” I said, holding the future mothers of my children close. No matter what the future had in hold for us yet, we would face it together, as a family.