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… Week Sixteen…

Elan fidgeted uncomfortably in the front seat of his mother's SUV. She'd chosen this car for its spacious cabin but it still struggled to comfortably accommodate Elan, Aideen, and the eighteen tails between them. He slurped the dregs of his smoothie noisily but winced when Aideen made a face: he'd gotten too used to the company of Cal and Owyn. Aideen pulled into a parking spot near Elan’s front door and turned the keys to off, but Elan didn't unbuckle his seat belt just yet.

“Thanks again for lunch, Mom.”

“Anytime, ‘Pix. Don’t forget your bag, alright,” Aideen said kindly.

“Mooooooom,” Elan rolled his eyes at the nickname.

“Sorry, Elan. Just can’t help it sometimes,” smiled Aideen.

“Yeah, but I’m not a kit anymore. I haven’t been a Vulpix for two years now,” Elan complained. He crossed his arms petulantly, bony elbows rumpling his crop top.

“That’s right, it’s you having the kits now,” said Aideen. “Sheesh, you’re big for sixteen weeks, you know that?”

“Well, there are three of them, after all. And if they’re…” Elan trailed off sheepishly. Bringing up Owyn, even in passing, was precarious. Maybe it was for the best. After all, the reason she disapproved of the 'Arc so much was because she believed the kits were his... Still, it wouldn't do to get careless and poke the Urasring.

“I need to get you some proper maternity clothes,” said Aideen, back to business now. “Don’t you get embarrassed letting your belly hang out like that?”

“I think it’s cute,” said Elan playfully. He was starting to round out now: his belly had a firm slope to it that could no longer be mistaken for the freshman fifteen.

"And you don't think showing off your baby bump is an inappropriate thing to do in class?" said Aideen skeptically.

"Mom, no one cares how I dress. People come to class in their pajamas half the time. And the other half I'm in studio. Besides, I..." Elan trailed off as he remembered who he was talking to. What, are you gonna tell your Mom that you like showing off how Calig claimed your womb? I'm sure she'll buy 'oh it's just like a wedding ring to us!'"

_"_You..." Aideen said, expectantly.

"I dunno, I just think people make a big deal about bodies. I don't think being partially clothed is inherently sexual. Same thing goes for being pregnant," shrugged Elan.

“Even if I covered up now I’m not gonna be able to hide it much longer. And it’s not like I get cold?”

Aideen chewed her lip. "No, I supposed you don't."

Elan recognized the sign his mother had reconsidered a snappy retort. I should thank Dad next time I see him. She's really trying her best out here. The thought elicited a twang of guilt and he covered it by looking out the window. "I'm sorry, Mom." The words slipped from him before he could stop himself.

"Whatever for, Pix?" Aideen's concern rose. It made the fur on the back of Elan's neck stand up, like he was being watched.

"I, uh, I know you don't like how I dress," said Elan, scrabbling for the first plausible thing he could say.

"You're not making me buy them for you," shrugged Aideen. "And if you're good enough to make yourself an outfit that looks off the shelf, I'd be a fool to tell you to stop."

"Thanks, Mom." Elan knew an olive branch when it was handed to him. "I know this'll sound simplistic, but I just really like to feel pretty, y'know?"

"So showing off makes you feel pretty, then?" asked Aideen. Her green eyes involuntarily flicked to Elan's midriff.

"Yeah." Elan hesitated. He was straying into dangerous territory again. Yeah, let's just tell her about all my kinks. She already knows I'm an exhibitionist now so I'm sure she'd loooooove to hear about the breeding and the toy collection and inc- He burst out laughing. Aideen cocked her head and waited politely for Elan to finish. "S-sorry, Mom. That, uh, that sounded really shallow, didn't it?"

"No it didn't," Aideen shook her head and Elan had to suppress a sigh of relief. Aideen put a hand on one of Elan's tails. “I'm just worried you might feel differently in a couple of months. Besides, some of the stuff I wore back when I had you was comfy enough to wear on its own. The parachute pants made for great pajamas even after I stopped needing to wear them. If I send you a package will you just promise to try them on?”

“Alright, Mom. Just try and get something that’ll look good on me, okay? I don’t wanna be shuffling around campus in a muumuu or anything.” Elan and Aideen both snorted.

“Sure thing, Elan.” Aideen flicked the locks on her wheel console.

Elan flinched when he reached for his seat belt. " Oomf. Guess the kits are getting restless again."

Aideen put a sympathetic hand on Elan's shoulder. “Can I show you something before you go? You know, what we talked about at lunch?”

“Yes, pl- eep -please." Elan flinched as another bout of quickening struck.

Aideen reached out but hesitated an inch from Elan's womb. A golden spark flickered between two fingers. “This isn’t weird to you, right, Elan?”

“Mom, what about this isn’t weird? It’s fine, I promise.”

Canary yellow fire sparked in Aideen's snout, like an engine catching, and a soft glow bloomed in her hands. "You'll want to regulate your temperature here. It won't calm the kits if you make the flames too hot, so ease up if you start to feel scalded. You know that warm feeling you get at the bottom of your belly when you drink hot tea on a cold day?"

"Yeah, that makes sense," Elan nodded. "so if the kits feel cozy they'll settle. It's like I'm tucking the kits into bed."

Aideen smiled encouragingly and laid her hand on Elan's womb. "You've got the gist of it. Try to focus the warmth on the bottom of the belly. That's where all the weight is hanging and it'll start to get sore as you get further along. You should treat your calves and ankles the same way. They're gonna start hurting in the com— Oh! Elan, are you okay?" Elan started to squirm, but Aideen knew it couldn't be a kick this time, not when she had a hand on Elan's bump.

“N-no, it’s fine Mom. It’s just, uh, that really tickles! I wasn’t expecting it,” blushed Elan. Don’t get a boner! Don’t get a boner! Don’t get a boner! SHIT! He hastily gathered his tails over his lap.

“Sorry,” said Aideen, looking politely away when Elan was wracked by another kick.

"It's not your fault," Elan said shiftily. He wished he'd not worn such tight shorts. There really isn’t an elegant way to tell your Mom “tummy rubs make me horny.”

"Now try it yourself," encouraged Aideen.

The inside of Aideen's car was flooded with the green light of Elan's flame. He sighed in relief as the stirring inside of him was quelled. "It really works."

"I always used that trick when you got restless," confided Aideen. "I suppose it's only natural you'd be good at it too. You were the one who taught it to me the first place."

“Thanks Mom. For everything. I mean it,” Elan said sincerely before finally getting out of the car.

Aideen hesitated but then called out her open window. “Love you, Pix.”

“Love you too, Mom. Let's do this again soon, okay?” smiled Elan. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the nickname. He made a show of letting himself in through the front door: Aideen would never pull away until she knew he was safe inside. He crossed the threshold hoping Owyn or Cal would be in a mood to help him alleviate the stiffness in his sheath.

Well, don’t think I'll need to worry about that . Elan was left in awe by tableau that greeted him inside. Owyn enveloped the couch, limbs spilling onto the floor. Cal mounted him, hips twisted so they could kiss while the 'Doom pounded away. Their ears swiveled to an alert point when they heard Elan kick off his shoes.

“Welcome home, Babygirl,” panted Cal without interrupting his pace.

“P-perfect timing,” grunted Owyn. His arms were a haphazard tangle over his face, muffling his voice. “Wanna help me finish, Kitsy? It’ll save us a lot of mopping.”

"You two," Elan chuckled bemusedly. He stood, hands on hips, but his tails were tugging at his shorts. Are you even comfortable? I swear I'm getting scoliosis looking at you like that!”

“That’s why you stretch after a - HNG - a workout!” Owyn panted. His oversized cock smacked audibly against his belly in time with Calig's thrusts. “C’mon! The extra p-protien’ll be good for the kits.”

Elan knelt next to the couch. The shift in proximity deluged the 'Nines in the combined musk of Owyn and Calig. He guided Owyn's enormous cock to his lips. It quivered at the touch, slick with precum that ran in rivulets down the black flesh of the shaft and dripped onto the threadbare rug. He kissed the tip before lowering his muzzle over the thing. Taking Owyn was always such a process regardless of the hole involved.

Elan couldn't see much with Owyn blocking the view, but he could hear their grunts and muffled kisses. Cal's fingers dug valleys into Owyn's paunch that rippled in time with his thrusts. Each staccato plap jolted Owyn's cock deeper into the foxboi's muzzle. The shaft filling up his mouth twitched and throbbed with enough force to turn Elan's head and fill his cheeks with precum. The 'Nines grunted and swallowed with relish.

Elan relaxed his jaw and twisted his neck, taking just a little bit more of the 'Arc each time. His body foolishly yearned for it all at once, spurred by the flood of spice and smoke on his tongue. Owyn answered Elan's silent call with a spasm of his hips, an echo of a particularly vigorous thrust from Calig's hips. The Ninetales felt every throb and twitch push against the inside of his maw. He's really close. Elan's only warning was a squirm and puppydog whimper from Owyn.

A loud POP , a high pitched whine, a flood of hot musk in Elan’s mouth. The foxboi’s eyes rolled back and his instinct took over. His muzzle flooded with Owyn's spunk till his cheeks bulged. His tongue lapped frenetically, unable to properly savor the firedog's taste if he was to spare the rug any further stains. Liquid warmth pooled in the bottom of his belly, pushing against the firm presence that had grown to rest between his hips. Elan squeezed the enormous knot with both hands, draining it of every luscious drop!

“ Ooooooh fuuuuuck… ”

"mmmmph!"

Cal and Owyn moaned in unison; Elan did his best to join in despite his overfull mouth. Calig was wedged against the couch by Owyn, reduced to an improbably tangle of fluff and quivering bulk. Owyn kept twitching when Cal ground his knot against him, so that a fitful spurt filled Elan's muzzle long after they sank into their collective afterglow. Elan slurped enthusiastically even though Cal kept undoing any progress he made cleaning firedog cock. Once every drop of the 'Arc was siphoned away, Elan worked his jaw and let Owyn fall languidly out of his mouth. He kissed the tip with a satisfied mwah and reclined against the coffee table. Even such small motions made Elan's stomach glug audibly.

Cal emerged from behind Owyn's bulk, fur rumpled and eyes blinking to keep Elan in focus. “Damn, Babygirl, you look sexy and breedable down there."

“Breedable? How about well bred? Good practice when the kits are niiiiice and biiiiiiiig.” snickered Owyn. He reached shakily out to rub Elan’s swell. It rippled at the slightest touch.

Elan squirmed under Owyn's paw. "You meanie."

“Get me a beer, will ya? I’m dying of thirst over here.” Owyn smirked and jostled Elan so hard his head spun.

Elan dazedly raised a hand to buy himself a moment. The room swirled in a post-sex haze and Elan wanted to bask for just a little longer. Cal and Owyn's scent hung heavy enough to swim through, especially to Elan whose nose had grown more sensitive with each passing week. He was especially grateful that musk wasn't one of the scents that triggered his nausea. Quite the opposite, in fact. There was something calming about Owyn's notes of cinnamon and woodsmoke. It complimented Cal's earthy cayenne scent and made him feel safe and comfortable. I wish I could keep them on hand when the kits make me feel sick... His tails cradled his swollen belly while he daydreamed of making a candle out of their boy stink. Elan noticed how Owyn and Cal's ears swiveled into an alert point every time it sloshed.

"Are you really doing the whole 'I gotta be drunk to bottom' still? Y'know you can just admit you like getting good dick," teased Calig.

"Mind your business, Bones," harrumphed Owyn, but his tail thumped against the couch. "Maybe I'm just thirsty this time? Getting plowed by you works up a sweat."

"Can confirm," said Elan, winking at Calig. "Sorry, Stud, but I'm siding with Owyn this time."

"Betrayal!" gasped Calig melodramatically. He slapped Owyn hard enough to send a ripple down his thigh. "But don't think we don't see through your fat, fuckable ass."

Owyn rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Still waiting on that beer, Kitsy."

"Sorry, I'm just... a little weighed down," huffed Elan.

"Yeah you are, cream puff. Guess I'll just have to drag your boyfriend along when I walk to the fridge?" Owyn jerked his hips, yanking Cal forward by his knot. The 'Doom flopped haphazardly over Owyn, half-hanging over the edge of the couch.

“I got a better idea,” Elan tittered. He gathered his legs beneath him and stood, trembling a little. His senses dimmed under the euphoria of standing while he was so overburdened. He only really registered his unrevealed erection when it pressed against his swollen overhang. He tried to tempt Owyn with a sultry swish of his hips but stumbled, caught off guard by his own heft. Owyn's arm snapped out to support the 'Nines and together they guided Elan's length into eager muzzle. He cradled Elan and slurped noisily, always there to catch the 'Nines when overcome by a spasm of pleasure. Cal reached lazily to tease Elan's belly. The 'Nines went weak at the knees and nearly collapsed over Owyn. Owyn's moan was muffled as he was wedged between Elan and cushions.

"Looks like you're not the only tummy slut here, Babygirl" Cal snickered.

"Are you jealous, Softie? You want to be full of pups too?" Elan pressed his weight harder against the 'Arc responsible for his current state. Owyn let out a high keen that sounded impossible coming from a dog so large.

"Only good boys get puppies," huffed Calig. He rolled his still-knotted hips, pressing right into Owyn's well-used love button. "Now be a good boy and suck off my mare."

Calig encouraged Owyn with another knotted thrust. He scritched both Elan and Owyn's tummies: he made a game of how many different mewls and whimpers they could make under his caress. Owyn raised one leg into the air, kicking feebly. Elan wanted to join in with his tails, but Owyn's ministrations left him too weak at the knees. Elan was reduced to a panting, quivering mass leaning atop the Arc, occasionally managing an arrhythmic hump against Owyn. His knot pulsed a warning against firedog lips.

"Ready for your treat, pup?' panted Elan. Owyn squeaked happily.

"Be sure to tell him he's a good boy, Babygirl," purred Calig. "Only good boys get treats."

"I think he's b-been a goo-ooompfhaaahh!" Elan's praise was interrupted by the first spasm of climax. His tails coiled blindly around stray limbs or the arms of furniture when his knees fully gave way. He curled forward in a bloated heap across Owyn. The 'Arc slurped, heedless of Elan pressing down atop him. He had zeroed in Elan's cock, determined to taste every drop of fox cum pumped into him. Elan shuddered as his orgasm coursed through him in waves. They surged from beneath his knot and crashed against the tips of his limbs that made his toes and tails curl.

An oversized hand patted Elan, interrupting the daze of afterglow. Elan blearily blinked the world back into focus. He flushed when he saw Owyn utterly buried beneath him and hastily perched on the arm of the couch. "Sorry, Puppy. But you were a verrrrry good boy."

"You're fuckin' heavy, you know that Kitsy?" complained Owyn.

"Oh dear, I hope I'm not letting myself go," pouted Elan.

"What're you talking about, Babygirl? You'll never stop being a knockout," said Calig.

"A knocked up knockout," huffed Owyn.

"Maybe we should call Dr. Larson. I think he made a mistake with your due date," said Calig. He blew Elan a kiss and the 'Nines caught it in his hand. "I still can't believe you can take his loads like that."

"It feels good. But sometimes it can be a little tight." Elan squirmed in delight when Cal ran his hands over him.

"You just gotta practice more, Bones," said Owyn. "You've got nice abs, you just gotta learn to use them in a way you're not used to. Try more crunches or triceps extensions and you'll be just as slutty as Kitsy."

“It’s a date then,” said Cal, slapping Owyn’s ass. “Hey Elan, can you throw me my phone? It’s right on the coffee table.”

“Still stuck, Stud?” tittered Elan. He used his tail to pass Cal's phone: he wouldn't trust his legs for at least five more minutes. He breathed in, relishing how the liquid weight around his middle made the act just a little bit harder. Owyn's loads were always so warm, too. It added to the sensation of coziness. An insistent poke brought Elan back to reality.

“Elan, babe! check your TailTipz!" Calig beamed. He pointed at Elan’s sparkling green phone case left discarded on the rug near the couch. The ‘Nines obliged bemusedly, struggling to remember his login. Elan didn't want to get too invested in numbers when his account was new, so Calig was the one who did most of the editing and uploading. He forgot he had it on his phone most days. Besides, it was so much more fun to hear Calig gush about which picture earned tips. It was just fun to hear him gush in general.

Elan gasped when he saw his notifications! “C-Cal— Cal! we’re doin’ numbers! I don—”

Cal's red eyes were wide with exhilaration. “A couple of bigger creators boosted the account, babe! I saw Robyn reposted you, and I know Milo did too. Check the tip jar! Check the comments!”

Elan gasped. Milo and Felicity posted pics for fun sometimes, but Robyn pulled in serious numbers. Cal was a subscriber to the Sawsbuck and Elan would be lying if he didn't see the appeal of her. If she'd seen their pics and boosted them?! “I- that’s a-?! What?! How! I-” His eyes darted down to the notifications tab. He swiped past the likes and reposts to just the comments.

User-FrauSuchenFuchen2001:

Boys make the best girls~

User-CockInspectorGadget1983:

Hey you should do a footjob for your next pic!

User-Massage0ilBaron:

Extremely breedable 0w0

User-GuerillaGlue1312:

Wife Material <3

User-CockInspectorGadget1983:

[Replying to GuerillaGlue1312]: put a toe ring on it!

User-HotMeat89:

[Replying to GuerillaGlue1312]: of course he’s wife material that’s why i’m fucking him!

User-CuckChairCommando3:

[Replying to HotMeat89]: I wanna watch you do it!

User-TonyHawksProHater5:

I wanna knock him up!

User-GenderRepealParty40:

[Replying to TonyHawksProHater5]: Get in line dweeb, i'm already fucking him!

User-FreeOpenSourceSlutware.V.1.058:

He’d be fun to share a toy with

User-CockInspectorGadget1983:

Posting paws today, queen?

User-B0ARPUSSY:

GET PREGNANT GET PREGNANT GET PREGNANT GET PREGNANT GET PREGNANT GET PREGNANT GET PREGNANT GET PREGNANT GET PREGNANT GET PREGNANT GET PREGNANT GET PREGNANT

User-Curse0fFuckYourDad:

Hey who dat ‘Arc ur sucking cutie? I wanna shred cheese on his abs

It just went on and on… Elan sorted his gallery by views and sighed when he saw the top post. Of course it’s the one in the green dress. He was interested in a sort of detached way how some pics he thought were kind of basic-bitch pinups did numbers while many of the more elaborately framed pics got left behind. But it didn’t seem to follow a pattern. “This is surreal. Am I really that hot? Like, 'nearly a thousand dollars' hot?”

“That’s a stupid question, Babygirl,” said Calig.

“I’d say fucking you for a thousand dollars is a steal,” said Owyn with a wink.

“Owyn, you fuck me for free,” retorted Elan. “Hell you get free rent out of the deal. Technically we’re paying you to fuck me.”

“I’d call it more of an equivalent exchange,” said Owyn. “Besides, itemizing all this is no fun. I'm having a blast over here. I’m glad you freaks scouted me."

“Love you, Softie,” said Cal, giving Owyn a playful kiss.

"Love you too, Bones," Owyn huffed. “Are you done? Or do I gotta drag you by the knot while I take a piss?”

Cal broke the tie with a yank of his hips. He dismounted the couch without waiting for Owyn to get up and perched next to Elan on the armrest. The 'Nines was still scrolling his phone, transfixed. “Hey babe, would you wanna make this a joint account?”

Elan blinked quizzically at Calig. “Sure, I guess? What made you ask?”

“Just the urge to do another photo shoot,” said Cal. He brushed Elan’s bangs out of his eyes and cupped his cheek with one hand. “Plus last time I didn’t get to do any fun outfits. I’d like to do more than a cock cameo this time.”

“So you’re just riding my coattails now that I’m popular, huh?” teased Elan. He stood, still a little shaky, and gave Cal a kiss on the cheek. “C’mon, let’s see what’ll fit you. You’re close enough to my size.”

“Knew you’d see it my way,” hummed Calig.

It wasn’t until Elan was neck deep in his closet that a thought occurred to him. He turned, various coat hanger still hanging from his many tails. “Babe, I think we’re gonna need to save the pictures for another day.”

“What makes you say that,” smirked Cal. He embraced Elan so that his cut abs pressed to Elan's belly. “I think it’s time we started exploring new niches on TailTipz.”

Elan stumbled in the wake of Calig's train of thought. “Cal, you don’t mean… You think people will pay to see that?”

“Babygirl, more than half the commenters are foaming at the mouth to knock you up! We could at least make an alt for that kind of stuff.”

“You just want to show off your work,” pouted Elan.

“Of course I do, hon. Think how beautiful you’ll be when the triplets get to a proper size.” His voice was husky and tinged with the adoration that made Elan fall so hard for Cal in the first place. He leaned just close enough for Elan to kiss him if he stood on tiptoes. When they broke away a small trail of milky saliva bridged their lips.

“If we’re doing this we’re doing this proper! Let's get you dressed!” Elan proffered what must’ve been half his closet hanging from his tails. “Your fur is so vibrant… green isn’t right, red is too obvious, blue and orange is so tacky… What’re you thinking, hon?”

“The yellow one. It’ll go good with your green dress," Cal said. He hesitated and then hurriedly added, "I mean, if you think it'll look good...”

“Oh, we’re going glam tonight?" Elan asked, surprised but pleased. The 'Nines had been experimenting with dressing femme for over a year now but Cal had never show interest in doing the same before.

"I dunno, I just thought it would be a fun idea," Cal mumbled, touching two fingers tentatively together. "You don't think that's weird, right?"

"Calig, when has weird ever phased either of us," Elan said, exasperated. "You zig, I zag."

"No, I didn't thi— I mean," Calig's stammers made Elan's tails fritz. He couldn't remember the last time his 'Doom was so nervous.

"C'mon, do you think I'd judge you for wanting to look pretty for a night?" Elan sighed.

Calig rallied and took the outfit from Elan. "I'd love to be half as pretty as you Babygirl."

"Fuck yeah," Elan exclaimed. He threw the remaining outfits into a pile at the bottom of his closet and went right for his makeup kit. "Let’s go all out, er— I mean, do you want to?”

“Do we know any other way, Babygirl?” said Cal. He eagerly pulled on the canary yellow skirt. His whiptail fished through Elan's underwear drawer for a black thong and lace hose. Elan accessorized the skirt with one of Cal's studded belts. It complimented the stockings to give the look more texture while matching his ever-present spiked wristbands. Cal eyed himself in the mirror, eyes alight as he gave his skirt a little swish.

"Do you want something with a longer hem? I can see your balls swinging between your legs," giggled Elan.

"I think it completes the look," preened Calig. "People gotta know who got you pregnant after all."

“You're a menace. Keep your head still, babe, I gotta get some foundation on you,” Elan pulled Cal into an embrace, nestling them in his tails on the bed. He appraised his 'Doom, palette and brush poised while he considered his options. "You don't mind if I get a little experimental here? It's just that your complexion is a lot different than mine."

“You’re the expert, do your stuff,” beamed Calig. He sounded strangely out of breath.

Elan had little time for banter: he was all business now. He compared the shades in his makeup kit to his canvas and considered his options. Cal’s primary fur was inky black so dark that it absorbed the colors he experimentally swatched on his cheeks. The glitter showed up well, and gold complimented his outfit and his yellow fur. Black and yellow was always a good look. Very chic.

The Ninetales found himself talking, mostly so they didn’t need to sit in silence while he applied, removed, then re-applied different styles. “So, you and Owyn have been using the L-word a lot lately.” He was matter-of-fact: curious without being accusatory.

“Yeah, it do kinda be like that,” said Calig, smiling. “He’s a lot of fun to hang out with. I— you don’t mind, right?”

“Not all, silly,” Elan soothed. He continued to work, layering more gold around the eyes until Cal was absolutely gilded. For his lips he chose a gloss black so that Cal’s lower lip would catch the light without being gaudy. “I just thought the plan was that we were only pretending to date Owyn."

"I mean, me too, at least until a couple of weeks ago," said Cal, nervously.

"You’re cute together. And hot," Elan whispered conspiratorially. "I’m mostly curious how he got his hooks in you. He doesn’t seem like your type.”

“I dunno how it happened either,” shrugged Cal. “He’s got a competitive streak to him, you know? I kinda like that, how he pushes me. Whether it’s the gym or video games or even my art he tries to make me do better. That’s the way he shows he cares. But he also reminds me of you a bit, you know?”

“In what way?” scoffed Elan.

"He’s relentless when he wants something,” said Cal. “He’ll draw up some action plan and stick to it till he’s done. Just like you.”

“You think that makes him like me?”

“Have you seen yourself behind a sewing machine, hon?” said Calig. He stroked the fur on Elan’s hip, his smile catching the light. “Besides, aren’t you the one who was so down bad you concocted an elaborate scheme to fuck your Dad?”

“So when do we get to see Owyn in a dress,” smirked Elan. They both burst into giggles. Some of the glitter got on Elan’s tails and on Cal’s cheeks: it was just the nature of the stuff.

Cal grabbed a pinch of the golden particles and threw it in Elan's face. "Guess we're doin' laundry tonight, huh?"

"If that's the price of beauty so be it," Elan minced. "How about you fuck me good a few times so it'll be worth the trouble.

"Deal."

Elan shut his makeup kit and reached for the last piece of the outfit. He held up the yellow tank top with pentagonal spaghetti straps and a low bust line. “Alright, last step. Tell me if this top is too tight on you, hon, your chest is broader than mine.”

“I’m ready!” Cal raised his arms and let Elan help shimmy him into the shirt. One of the straps caught on Cal's horns and Elan had to help Cal untangle without ripping the garment. “Do you want the bust to lie flat or—”

“No, cinch it low, like you do with the green dress,” interrupted Cal.

Elan obliged, tightening the straps in a way so that Cal’s silhouette took on a perkier shape. The Houndoom rolled his shoulders experimentally, metal accessories clinking softly. “So… how do I look, Babygirl?”

“You tell me,” said Elan, holding a makeup mirror. Calig’s face lit at his reflection and Elan happily basked in the ambient glow.

“I- uh… holy shit Elan, this is— this is black magic! Elan…” Cal’s whiptail wagged up a storm but was brought to a sudden stop when it got tangled in one of Elan's. They tittered and fumbled over each other's hands in an effort to untangle themselves. Cal held Elan, both hands on his slim shoulders, foreheads touched together. “Elan am I crazy or do I look good?!”

“Cal, you always look good. I daresay camera-ready” whispered Elan. He licked his thumb and wiped away a stray smudge of glitter from Cal’s cheek. “So, should we give ourselves stage names if our TailTipz is gonna be for doing drag?”

“I uh…. I didn’t think too hard about that,” said Calig evasively. “But I guess if we're doing this whole femme persona thing I’d want to be called Calill…”

Elan knew he shouldn't laugh, but he couldn't help it. “You NERD! Are you just gender swapping your legal-damn name or are you unironically gonna name yourself after a Fire Emblem character?!”

“Shuddup,” grumbled Cal. “You knew exactly what I was referencing. Don’t act like you’re better than me. Besides, I actually looked up the name and I really like what it means.”

“Why don’t you tell me then, Calill,” purred Elan, curiosity piqued. He noticed Cal's whole face light up when they heard the new name.

“It has a couple meanings. The feminized version of the name means ‘sly’ or ‘clever,’ but I actually really like what the masculine version means. Apparently it translates to ‘steadfast companion,’” Cal flushed, self-conscious and tail a-wag. "I dunno, I sorta like that the name means different things."

Elan held a hand to his bare chest as he felt his heart go aflutter. “Cal, honey, that’s actually really sweet!”

“So you like it?” Cal was obviously fighting to keep the disbelief from their voice.

“Yes, I do! This shoot is gonna be so much fun, Calill. You make a pretty cute girl, you know.”

“Oh really,” said Cal, fangs flashing. In a swirl of fur and fabric Elan was flat on his back with Cal looming over him. “How about now?”

“Hotter than ever, girlie,” huffed Elan. Their muzzles met in a sloppy kiss, their bodies pressed to each other. Elan hooked a leg around Cal’s hips and ground their sheaths together. Cal entwined their fingers and pressed Elan deeper into the sheets..

Their kiss was interrupted by a sudden jolt. “I- EEP!! I- Cal, baby, did you feel that?”

“Yeah, I did,” whispered Cal. A hand laid gingerly across Elan’s heavy belly. The skin was tight like a drum and made the sensation of quickening more intense. Cal spoke in a hush. “Elan… Elan those are the pups!”

“Yeah,” said Elan. “Cal they’re your pups.”

“My pups,” hummed Cal. They winced sympathetically when Elan endured another kick. "Does it hurt?"

"N-not normally," stammered Elan. "But sometimes they can knock the wind outta me if they hit the right spot. And if they're really active I'll be sore after."

"Can I do anything to help?" asked Cal.

"You know, there is something," said Elan with a twinkle of green fire. He held the flames to his womb, explaining the process to Cal just like Aideen had.

Cal placed a hand protectively over Elan’s belly and added their apple-red fire to the glow. They waited in cozy quiet for the kicks to subside. “I- you’re gonna be a great mom, Babygirl.”

“You’re too sweet,” sighed Elan. He curled close to his Houndoom and they clung to each other, their horny machinations abandoned. Each kiss left Elan’s face sparkly with residual glitter. “Love you, Mutt. Y'know that?”

“‘Course I do. Love you too, Elan.”