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Chapter 2: Hiking in a Homo Holidayland After having to listen to his mom argue about his love life that was only diffused when the suggestion of watching the football game came up, Oscar needed a break from them for a while. The lion-dog followed his brown rat fiance up to their room on the third floor to put their coats and gloves on for a walk. Oscar put on a thick plaid coat that his mom bought so they would all match and Rudy put on his big puffy red coat. They gave each other a kiss before leaving their room and heading down to the ground floor. Oscar’s Dad Damon, the golden retriever, and Rudy’s Dad Shiloh, the brown bear, were talking about the game while Rudy’s Daddy Max, the otter-wolf hybrid, and Oscar’s Mom Jenny, the lioness, were gossiping about work. Rudy’s Papa Troy, the striped hyena, had gone back to the kitchen to prep everything for Christmas dinner tomorrow. They let them all be and went out the back door of the kitchen. Their boots crunched the pristine snow, their breaths were clouds in the late afternoon air, and the only reason they weren’t bundled up tight was to hold paws. The ground and trees were coated in snow, the evergreen ones in white dresses with dark green accents and the others knitted themselves a dark brown web over the ground. The grey clouds still dusted the earth with snow, it floated down gently but steadily, coating their hats in moments as they walked. The air smelled so fresh, crisp and clean even as it was freezing to breathe in, like every other scent had been frozen off of it. Rudy smiled and pulled the lion-dog along a barely visible path through the yard. They walked for a while, the house and the warm yellow light coming from its windows shrinking but never fully fading. The path led into the trees as they thickened, and the snow on the path grew thinner for it. The rhythmic crunch of snow as they walked was soon all they could hear in the late afternoon winter day. “Do you think your dads can handle my parents?” Oscar said, breaking the ice. “Yeah, they have handled worse.” Rudy smiled and kicked a little snow. “So why didn’t you tell them that I have three dads?” “Oh…” Oscar took a deep breath and rubbed his nose. “A few reasons I guess. I didn’t want to have to deal with them knowing the truth. I didn’t want the headache from having to try and explain it to them in the first place. And… and I was worried that once they knew, they would try to stop our marriage.” “I wouldn’t have let them stop me.” Rudy leaned into his fiance, as much for warmth as for comfort. “I love you, and I don’t care if your parents approve or not, just if you do.” “I love you too.” Oscar kissed the rat’s forehead. “Its just hard for me to stop caring what they think.” He laughed. “I’m sure they’d call you a bad influence for this, but thank you for untangling my…. Oh what am I trying to say.” Oscar took a deep breath and let out a cloud of breath into the air. “Thank you for helping me realise that I don’t need their approval, or permission. I get to make my own choices, and I choose you regardless of what they say.” The lion-dog smiled. “Well then,” Rudy smiled back as he hugged his fiance. “Now that the wedding is definitely on, let’s do something fun.” The rat ran off the path to a meadow, as best as he could move his boots in the snow and flopped on the ground, swinging his arms and legs wide. A few moments later he stood up and turned to view his handiwork. Oscar walked up next to him to see it too, brushing the snow off the puffy red coat. “A snow angel, adorable! I don’t think I’ve seen one since high school.” Oscar smiled and leaned on the rat. The snow angel was not perfect, the boot prints in the snow made dents in it but it was still clear. “Oh! Let’s make a snowperson! I haven’t made one in a long time.” Rudy giggled and ran over his snow angel. “What species?” Oscar followed along and scooped up a snowball from the ground. “Hmm, how about a classic wolf?” The rat said as he shook the snow off of himself and started on a snowball of his own. “Sounds good to me!” It took a moment for the lion-dog to build up layers of snow, making his snowball bigger. They rolled the balls around for a while, getting larger for each turn. The rat stopped at a medium size and started again, letting Oscar make the big one. There were tracks of boot prints and lines of compressed snow weaving across the meadow by the time they had enough to build the snowwolf. With the large one too big to roll around, they brought the others to it and stack them. Oscar started sculpting the muzzle as Rudy scavenged for sticks and rocks to use as decoration. The rat came back with a bundle in his arms right as the lion-dog finished the muzzle and ears. They put pebbles for eyes and branches for arms on the snowwolf and stepped back. “He looks cute!” Oscar said. “Yeah! Let’s call him Nippy!” Rudy chuckled and wrapped an arm around the lion-dog and shivered. “Hah! Yes!” Oscar laughed. “Oh!” He took a couple of snowballs in his paws and set them at the base of the snowwolf. The rat giggled and took a thick but short stick and stuck it right above the balls, it stood tall at about a foot long and was the thickness of the rat’s wrist. The lion-dog was nearly in tears and his fiance had to help him stand up straight. “I love you, Rudy!” Oscar turned and kissed the rat through his tears of laughter. “Well then, maybe we should have Nippy here officiate a wedding right here!” Rudy kissed back while trying to calm down. “No!” Oscar said. “What would your PawPaw say? We promised them they’d get to do it!” “Fair enough.” Rudy gave in with a shiver. “Okay, I’m cold enough, let’s go back inside yeah?” Oscar nodded and hooked an arm around the rat and started walking back to the house, leaving Nippy out in the field for all to see. They walked back while holding each other close for warmth and using their previous footsteps in the snow to make the walk easier. They walked faster and entered through the kitchen back door, shaking and brushing off the snow. Papa Troy placed a couple mugs in front of them already full of hot cocoa. They both grabbed them and sipped, moaning as the hot liquid warmed them. Troy ushered them out of the kitchen as he was still busy and they moved to the living room where everyone else was. The Christmas tree in the corner went from floor to ceiling in a rainbow of twinkling lights, ribbons, and ornament balls of all colors. The couches had red throw rugs with faux white fur on the underside, the poinsettia on the coffee table was bright red and perky, and the fireplace opposite the tree was crackling away. Rudy’s Dads and Oscar’s parents had been joined by the elderly striped Hyena and light brown Rat that the lion-dog knew as Pawpaw and Mawmaw respectively. They were in their late sixties, born at the tail end of the baby boom, and were quite the musical buffs. “Oh, Little Shop of Horrors was a great show!” Mawmaw said, they sipped hot chocolate out of a mug as they sat near the fire. “That Howard Ashman was such a great songwriter, it’s a shame what happened to him.” “Howard Ashman?” Dad Damon said, doing that confused dog head tilt that made his ears flop on his head. “I don’t think I’ve heard of him.” “Oh he’s basically the reason why Disney had their renaissance! Until AIDs took him.” Pawpaw growled darkly before saying, “Fuck Ronald Reagan.” “President Reagan?” Mom Jenny asked. “I’ve only heard good things about him, that he was the greatest republican president!” “That fucker did a genocide by neglect, Mawmaw and I were lucky to have survived!” Pawpaw snapped at her. “And his stupid ‘trickle down economics’ has basically ruined the economy! Only thing that trickles down from the rich is piss.” “I’m sure it’s not that bad….” The lioness took a sip of hot chocolate to keep from talking. “Still, as husband and wife you had each other, that has to be worth something.” Dad Damon said. Basically everyone cringed as the elderly hyena and rat both frowned. “We’re nonbinary you boob! Ask for our pronouns before you go sticking your footpaw in your mouth like that! Both they/them by the way, so we’re just spouses.” Pawpaw grunted. “Oh, sorry!” The golden retriever said and stuck a piece of peanut brittle in his maw as an excuse to stop talking. “Um, when are Aunt Beverly, Uncle Elliott, and Uncle Romeo arriving?” Rudy asked to change the topic. “Oh, Beverly and Elliott should arrive tomorrow, from what they told me.” Daddy Max said. “And Romeo should be here late tonight, from his messages.” Mawmaw said as they pulled out their phone to double check. “Well,” The lion-dog stood and stretched. “The cold and the long drive took a lot out of me, I’m going for a nap.” Oscar stood up, and headed to the kitchen to return his now empty mug with his rat fiance on his heels. They were walking up the stairs when the conversation continued. “Huh, Oscar’s never felt the need to make an excuse like that to go off and have sex when it was just us.” Dad Shiloh said, the bear grabbed a piece of peanut brittle. The lioness turned to the stairs in shock with her ears perked straight up. The golden retriever just smiled and laughed before talking. “Oh, I’m sure he’s just trying to be polite.” Dad Damon said. “I used to make that excuse to my parents all the time.” Mom Jenny whipped her head back to him with the inside of her ears red. Oscar and Rudy nearly ran up the two flights of stairs to their room, bumping into Rudy’s eldest brother Luca, an otter with white fur. He smirked at them as he headed downstairs, done with the last of his work-from-home job. The pair of them closed and locked the door so Mom Jenny wouldn’t barge in on them. Rudy pushed the lion-dog to the bed and started pulling off clothes. Oscar gasped as his coat, shirt, and pants were nearly torn off of him. The rat was smiling hungrily and he unbuttoned and yanked, practically growling as he did so. The lion-dog did not fight, just gasp and whimper as he was manhandled. The rat lifted the golden butt off the bed to get the white briefs off and would have purred if he could. Only after Oscar was naked on the bed did he start throwing his own clothes on the floor as fast as he could. Moments later he slid on top of his fiance with that same lusty grin. Oscar reached out and guided the rat’s muzzle close to his own. His lips reached out and met the brown ones and he felt the warmth of his lover’s breath tickle his whiskers. He moaned as their lips parted and tongues lapped at each other before diving into each other’s maw. Their lips sealed as their tongues wrapped around each other while their arms did the same around their bodies. The lion-dog purred into the kiss and the rat’s furless tail curled around their legs. They parted soon after, panting and a string of saliva connecting their lips, and they stared into each other’s eyes, green cat eyes meeting dark red ones. “Mmm,” Rudy hummed. “Do you mind being a little tied up tonight?” “I would enjoy that….” Oscar said, his ears still burning at the idea even after so many times saying yes. “I’ll get the rope then.” The rat growled with a smile. Rudy grabbed a box from under the bed and pulled out a few hemp ropes and a pair of safety scissors. His grin only grew wider as he saw that his fiance was already peaking out of his sheath and reached down to stroke his own growing shaft. “Stoplight safewords still good?” “Yes,” Oscar nodded. “Red to stop, yellow for caution, green to resume. I remember.” “I know, but safety first.” The rat ran his paw over that golden fur and pulled the arms together. “Plus, it’s like a little ritual just for the two of us, more foreplay than anything at this point.” He began looping the rope around the hybrid’s wrists and pulling it tight before making a second loop a few inches down. “Or maybe it’s pavlovian, a dinner bell being rung before a feast. The anticipation of what’s to come whetting our appetite.” Oscar didn’t speak, but his ears were burning. The rat continued binding his arms with the light brown rope up to his elbows, making loops and spreading them out until they were evenly spaced. Despite the nervous smile on his face, he was purring like an engine. He held his legs in the air as the rat began tying loops around his ankles and then just like with his arms, made more loops all the way up to his knees before going back and evenly spreading them. The lion-dog was tied up like a christmas turkey. “Feeling a little simple today?” Oscar teased. “You’re dads showed us a lot more complicated ties than this on Daddy Max.” “Oh I remember,” Rudy smiled. “But I’m tired of waiting to make love to you.” He leaned down and kissed the lion dog, pushing his arms and legs to the side. Just as quickly he pulled back and moved to his night stand to grab the bottle of lube there. The lion-dog had his tail slowly thumping on the bed as he watched. The rat pulled that tail up with one paw and pumped lube into his other, growling at the sight of that golden peach and the hole winking inside it. He slid his lube coated fingers up the taint, circling that ring of muscle, then dipped in gently. God, his fiance always made such lovely little moans, like somewhere between a purr and a whine. The lion-dog was well practiced, something the rat was rather proud of, and the first finger slid in easily to the second knuckle. He worked it around to make sure there was no tension before letting the next finger in. Neither of them could wait much longer, so Rudy slid up the bed and lined up his cock. They both moaned as it glided in, Rudy was slightly above average in length but rather girthy, but it proved no challenge for Oscar. The rat slipped in to the hilt with ease and moved one of his paws to the lion-dogs belly where he found the barbed and knotted shaft already out of its sheath and leaking. He pumped his hips and paws in time, knowing neither of them would last long this time. It had been too long since they’d seen each other. His free paw grabbed the bound golden arms for leverage as he moved faster, not caring about how the bed shook but instead listening to his lover gasp and mewl softly. He leaned down and bit Oscar on the shoulder, as much to muffle his moans as because the hybrid liked it, while his thrusts became shaky and rhythmic. He growled and snorted into the golden fur as his cock shot his seed into the lion-dog, still trying to thrust but they became jittery from the overstimulation to his cock. He sped up his paw on the hybrid’s cock while maneuvering his other one to squeeze down on that knot. Soon that golden chest was coated in white ropes while the rat spooned him from behind. They laid together, the only sound being Oscar’s purring until Rudy became soft enough to slip out. Before falling asleep, he made sure to untie his fiance. The motions were only slightly faster than tying him up in the first place, and he hummed as he did it. All part of their unwinding ritual. Satisfied, they threw a few blankets over themselves and turned to face each other as their heads rested on the pillows. “I love you Rudy.” “I love you too Oscar.”