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...Week Fourteen...

Elan stared down the grey townhouse out the back window of Tyson's pickup. Tyson's truck was supposed to have passenger space but Owyn was so huge he had to push his seat all the way back just to fit. Elan, as the shortest, was wedged behind him. It was only fair, but that didn't make the cramp in his leg feel any better. But he didn't want to get out of the back seat.

"Nervous?" murmured Owyn, devoid of his usual sarcasm.

Elan nodded without elaboration. He was fixated on the grey facade, black door, matching shutters, the window boxes that looked like they were just repainted this summer. It was so... normal looking. Close to campus too. They could have walked here if they wanted. Definitely too good to be true.

_"_We don't have much choice, Elan," said Calig. He leaned next to Elan in the back of the cab and nuzzled him reassuringly.

"Yeah," Elan said gratefully.

"I can go in with you if you like," suggested Tyson for the fourth time. He was dressed in his campus security uniform for once. This address wasn't exactly in his jurisdiction but the air of authority might help if things took a turn for the weird, or worse...

"I'd rather not. You and Owyn stay on standby and I'll text you the code if I need you," said Elan.

"We'll be glued to our phones," assured Tyson. Elan smiled warmly but made no motion to leave.

"This is our best chance, Elan," Calig said bracingly. He unbuckled his and Elan's seat belts. "The kits deserve a good home. You said it yourself."

"C'mon, Kitsy, you've already done the hard part. If you convinced me to go along with your crazy plan these people will be a piece of cake," said Owyn. He twisted in his seat to give Elan his toothiest grin.

"What, should we fuck them as part of the negotiations then?" teased Calig. Elan cracked a smile for the first time this afternoon. Cal squeezed Elan's hand. "C'mon, Babygirl, they were excited to talk to us. It's gonna be fine. They want to parents."

"Cal's right," affirmed Tyson. "But remember you're scoping them out, too. It's your job to make sure they'll be good to your kiddos just as much as it is to prove to them you're responsible enough to take things over the finish line. Treat it like a job interview."

"You think I should've worn a suit?" said Elan, glancing self-consciously at his vibrant green button-up and black slacks.

"No, you look... normal like this. I think that's your best bet," said Tyson appraisingly. Elan got a little thrill when his Daddy's eyes lingered. Tyson just couldn't be calm about that shade of green.

"I think you should have worn a dress," sniggered Owyn.

"The dress," winked Calig. "Then we'd look like a nice straight couple."

"But then you'd need to leave the wristbands at home," said Elan. He looped a tail around Cal's arm but the 'Doom snatched himself away to protect his favorite accessory. The mall goth spikes clashed with his canary-yellow polo and jeans.

"C'mon you two, don't keep them waiting," said Tyson. The locks on the truck clicked.

Elan was in better spirits and out of excuses. He slipped from the backseat and tried to flatten the wrinkles from his shirt. He had started wearing more baggy clothes in anticipation of starting to show. "How do I look?"

"Scared shitless," said Owyn from the truck window.

"How 'bout a kiss for luck, then," said Calig. He stood on tiptoe to reach the cab window. Elan giggled at how fast Cal's whiptail wagged when they broke apart.

"Careful, Bones, your boyfriend'll get jealous," smirked Owyn.

Elan stuck his tongue out at Owyn. "Oh no, I get to watch my boyfriend make out with a hot guy. I'm just green with envy over here."

"Stay on track, you two. You've got this," encouraged Tyson from the drivers seat.

"We'll keep it in our pants, we promise," winked Calig. "Try not to get stains on Tyson's seats, Softie."

"I'll be careful with my aim," winked Owyn. "Can't have the Ol' Timer too distracted when he's playing watchdog for you, Kitsy."

"Delinquents," harrumphed Tyson, but he huffed appreciatively when Owyn grabbed at his crotch.

"Love you too, Daddy," said Elan. He blew Tyson a kiss as he pulled away. He held Calig's hand and they turned to face the front door together. They reached for the doorbell but were interrupted when Elan's pocket chimed. He unlocked the device with the intent to put in on silent, but paused when saw the notification. It was one of the myriad dating apps they'd installed for their unicorn hunt. They didn't have much use for them now that Owyn was around but there was no point uninstalling them when they'd already paid for this month's premium. It was a perfectly fine avenue for swapping nudes.

User-WormOffTheString162:

OH HO! So that’s why you looked familiar…

User-009WantsUrGrowlithes:

Uh- hwat?!

"Cal, look at this. Isn't the husband a Furret?" said Elan. He showed the 'Doom the chat. Worm's profile picture was a beaming, shirtless Furret. The normal-type weasel kept his normally fluffy fur trimmed short to better show off his lean cut abs but he kept his tail characteristically fluffy. The brown and cream stripes accentuated his physique. His jeans were temptingly low over his bulge so as to show off the sharp swerve to his hips.

Calig gawked from over Elan's shoulder. "That's definitely Milo."

"Shame, really. If we were here for other reasons I'd wanna test the drainage on those cum gutters," giggled Elan. He was interrupted by another chime.

User-WormOffTheString162:

Do you know you have your location on? We know you’re standing outside.

_ ~WormOffTheString162 has added BatEarsStrongHears715 to the chat~ _

User-BatEarsStrongHears715:

The door’s unlocked. You can come in whenever you feel ready, okay?

User-009WantsUrGrowlithes:

Sorry. OMW, promise.

User-BatEarsStrongHears715:

Take your time, honey. We’re not going anywhere.

BatEars' profile picture was a beaming Noivern. The dragon-type's smile was radiant even as a tiny icon. It put both boys at ease. They shared a look and opened the front door. The entryway beyond was tidy, spacious, and... normal. There was a doormat and a small cabinet with neat little cubbies for a myriad of shoes. The house favored an open concept so they could see freely into the kitchen and dining space ahead. Elan was impressed. It was a contrast to their bachelor pad's mismatched furniture and Sisyphean buildup of clutter. It's so... coordinated. Mom would hate the interior deco, though. Too much black and white.

The Noivern inside was fussing over a charcuterie board on her pristine kitchen table. She was a bit chubby so that her pear-shaped hips contrasted her sleek, corded wing-arms. It complimented her warm demeanour as did her red dress that was seemingly swatched from her head crest. The dress had short sleeves so her wing-arms could fold an unfold freely.

“Uh… Bat Ears?” said Elan nervously.

“Strong hears,” said the dragon-type. “Call me Felicity. Take a seat! Can I get you something to drink?”

“Ginger ale?”

“Milo, get on it!”

Elan jumped when a fridge door slammed behind him. That Furret emerged with drink in hand. He wore a blue button down with the top two buttons strategically unfastened. He was much taller in person and his shoulders were much broader, too. Elan realized he was gawping a second too late, but Milo winked at him.

"So you're our little kit carrier, huh? Makes sense, I guess. You've got a nice ass for it." Milo said. He passed Elan a can dripping with condensation.

"Milo, stop being a freak," chastised Felicity. "You promised not to scare them away in the first five minutes."

"Don't pretend to be scandalized! How many interviews have you conducted with a candidate who's shown you their hole?" He waved his phone facetiously at Felicity. Elan recognized the orange and black chatboxes and flushed.

"Don't feel bad, Hon," said Calig sympathetically. "They were good pics."

"Yeah, because you took 'em. Don't think I forgot," said Milo. "It's a shame we were traveling. We could've had this talk weeks ago if I'd only invited you to do a photo shoot."

"You're all such gremlins," giggled Felicity. She offered a chair to Elan who gratefully accepted. "Why don't we all sit down and try this again?"

"You're no fun. Don't act like you're better than us," pouted Milo. He pulled his overlong ringtail out of the way so he could join them at the table. He steepled his hands, business-like. "So you're Elan and Calig, right? Or are we going back to our handles? I'm fine with conducting business as WormOffTheString. I even practiced my signature so it'll look all official on the documents!"

“What he’s trying to say is that we’re happy to meet you, and hope that you’ll feel comfortable here,” said Felicity, ever the peacemaker. She proffered Elan the charcuterie board. The scent of brine was tempting. Elan speared a pickle on a toothpick gratefully. “We understand that the situation you boys are in isn’t exactly what you’d planned for your freshman year at college. We hope that we can come to an agreement that will support you through this and be beneficial to everybody.”

“I, uh, I don't even know how to do this? It's still hard to believe you were willing to meet with us. Everyone else thought we were scammers or pulling a prank,” said Elan nervously. He glanced to the tidy, beautiful house he was sitting in, and back to Milo and Felicity. They looked so... normal. To distract himself he texted Tyson a thumbs up, their all-clear sign. “You look like you could afford a real surrogacy service, or just go adopt. Why do you want our, uh—”

“Little bastar-YEOWCH,” yelped Milo. Felicity had elbowed him. Hard. “What, they’re not wearing wedding rings! They’re literally the defini-OWWW!”

“I think what Elan meant was that a lot of couples have turned us down because there's no chance the kits will share a species. When they find out that Elan’s already pregnant they'd rather find someone else,” said Calig in an effort to keep things on track. He was fighting for his life not to smile when Felicity had smacked Milo.

“We have less options than you might think,” said Felicity. For the first time her cheerful demeanor faltered. “Milo and I are different egg groups. Making kids the old fashioned way would always have been off the table. And as for adoption…”

“All the tax returns in the world don't mean shit if the adoption agent only sees two faggots asking for kids,” said Milo. He tried to write it off as a joke but there was a bitter edge to his smile.

“I get it. Your voice training is really good, Felicity. I'd never have guessed,” said Calig. Elan looked from Cal to Milo to Felicity, nonplussed.

"It helps when you can pitch up into the hypersonic register," said the Noivern, self-satisfied.

"Your makeup is killer, too. You do a lot with a little," said Cal. Comprehension dawned on Elan's face as he finally put the pieces together.

"Wait, they can still do that? I thought..." Elan's words petered out and he flushed, furious with himself. I sound like a dumb kid. I _ am _ a dumb kid. He placed a hand guiltily over his womb.

“Oh they never say it's because of that. But it's always what they really mean,” said Milo. His otherwise soft face was twisted into a cynical glower. The fury behind his dusty brown eyes startled Elan. Was this what it felt like to get burned?

“We've spent the better part of two years turning our lives upside down. But the ghouls in suits have decided we'll never be respectable enough to be parents,” said Felicity. Her fury was icy in contrast to her husband's simmer. “We both have jobs that let us work from home, we have six living parents between us who are itching to be grandparents, and we already moved out of the master bedroom so that the nicest room in the house could be a nursery. It's already equipped, too, albeit for only one. There's absolutely space for more.”

“No matter what we did, we were never respectable enough. We even scrubbed all our social media. We closed all our dating accounts and stopped swinging. Even put our playroom into storage. No dice,” said Milo.

“All those dick pics lost, like… tears in rain,” said Calig. Milo and Felicity snorted, grateful for the levity.

“Want to know the dumbest reason we got refused?” said Felicity as if she was one-upping a bar side tall tale.

“Oh this must be good,” said Elan. He rested his chin on his hand and snagged some cheese from the snack board.

Milo sat up straight and assumed a matter-of-fact, snooty affect. “We see you have accounts on several massive multiplayer video games.”

“Wait, they can disqualify you for that?” said Cal incredulously. “Do they think you'll, like, ignore a crying child because you're playing a video game?”

“Not now sweaty, Mommy’s leveling her woodcutting,” jibed Elan. Felicity doubled over in a fit of laughter.

“I'm sorry you've had to go through all that,” said Calig in an attempt to steer the conversation again. “You've gone through a lot to be parents.”

“Yeah, knowing that the kits are going to a home that wants them is a big weight off my chest,” said Elan. “If I’m gonna have to carry them to term I owe it to them to do it right. It wouldn’t be fair to make them suffer for my mistakes.”

“So you didn’t know,” said Felicity, sympathetically.

“Yea— wait, you know how it all works? Thank Arceus,” said Elan. “I spent the whole car ride dreading the moment I'd have to explain this whole vestigial womb thing."

“Guess that explains why they didn’t laugh us out of the room,” said Calig.

“That’s right,” nodded Felicity. “I’d done some digging around online but I didn’t get lu— I mean I wasn’t born with one. I’d hoped, but…”

“It’s alright. You want to be a mother,” said Calig quietly. They sat awkwardly for a moment.

“When you said that you were trying to ‘do it right’ did you mean that you’re on top of all your doctor’s appointments,” said Milo, pushing through the lull.

“Yeah, that’s actually a pretty big sticking point for us. We’re not even at midterms yet and I’m out of free clinic visits. Also, I can’t use my parents' insurance because, uh… I really can’t let my mom find out about all this,” Elan flushed and looked away.

“I’m sorry,” said Felicity. “So are you and Calig ‘just very good friends?’”

Elan’s tails frizzed at the implication. “Oh, uh— No! No, it’s not like that, I promise. It’s just uh… uh… complicated…”

“Gonna be hard to keep all this secret for too much longer kiddo,” said Milo, gravely. “Are they gonna take away your tuition or something if they catch you acting out?”

Elan’s mind raced but the truth loomed so large in his thoughts he couldn’t recall the cover story he’d rehearsed with Tyson. Calig came to the rescue, thank Arceus. “We’re out, and both our families know about us. This will sound like small potatoes to people who’ve been out of school for so long but, uh, Elan’s mom is a little high strung. Killer business lady, extremely type-A, huuuuuge control freak. We’re hoping we can get ahead of the storm here.”

“You kids really are smart. My bio-dad was a real hard-ass too," Milo nodded along. "We'll help show your parents you did your homework if you need us to. And don't worry, we know how to dress up and act smart for straight people.”

“This might help on that front, too," said Felicity. She slid a folder across the table. “There’s health insurance plans for surrogates and we're willing to cover your expenses. It's for the best since we all want the kids to be healthy."

"There’s a complete surrogacy contract in there. It’s all the red tape, really," said Milo. "Adoption papers, healthcare, the option to seal this all by court order, if you like. You can take your time to review the specifics. You seem like smart kids who know better than to sign blindly on the dotted line."

Elan and Calig poured through the legalese. They could understand maybe half of it, but Tyson would help when they took it home. But one thing jumped out at Elan. “Wait, am I reading this right? Does it really say forty thousand dollars? You’re paying me for this?!”

Milo scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. “It’s on the lower end for most surrogacy rates, but the contract also has a clause that will ensure any expenses won’t count against your compensation. We noticed a lot of surrogacy contracts deduct doctor's bills from total pay and we didn’t think that was fair.”

“But I made the mistake?" said Elan. He and Calig shared a look. They were going to drop all this on them? Just like that?! "I got pregnant by accident but this says you’re gonna bail me out of my bad life decisions and pay me for the privilege?”

“I think you’re being a little hard on yourself,” said Milo sympathetically. “When Felicity and I were reading up about vestigial wombs they all mentioned that most folks don’t realize what’s happening when their wombs ‘wake up.’ How would you have known it wasn’t safe to stop using protection when you and Calig were in a committed relationship?”

“We were already looking into surrogates before you messaged us,” shrugged Felicity. “We had the money set aside and were prepared to do everything we needed to be parents. And that includes compensating the person who’s doing all the hard work in helping us start a family.”

“But I’m not a real surrogate,” said Elan, voice quavering mutinously. Calsig came to the rescue by squeezing Elan's hand. “And uh… I’m not fully sure of the species myself. They might be Houndours or Vulpix, but, I, uh, have another boyfriend.”

Milo waved his phone at Elan. “Lemme guess, ‘WantsYourGrowlithes’ your other partner is the Arcanine who messaged us?"

Calig rolled his eyes. "Silly pup. I told him to use my account when he was helping us look for parents."

"You don’t need to be ashamed of being open or poly or whatever label you like," assured Felicity. "You’re among friends, freaks, and faggots in this house, okay?”

“It doesn’t bother you? Really?” said Elan bashfully.

“Have you been abstaining from drugs and alcohol? Have you been using protection and getting tested after a new partner? And your other partners too?” Felicity counted on her wingclaws. Elan and Calig nodded in assent. “Then it sounds like you kids are more responsible than you give yourself credit for. You’re doing your best to be a good dad to your kits, and that makes you a real surrogate to us. Which means our personal choices don’t affect our agreement. And you get paid fairly.”

“She’s got a point,” said Calig. “Are we really gonna look this gift Ponyta in the mouth?”

“Yeah… Yeah,” said Elan with growing confidence. Felicity and Milo smiled warmly. “I think we need to take this stuff home and look it over again, but I think… I think this is the right thing to do.”

“Take all the time you need to. This is a big decision but you’re trying hard to do the right thing,” said Felicity.

Elan nodded and pulled the binder to his chest. He looked to Cal for reassurance, but he was focused on Milo and Felicity. The three were sharing a look. A very _ familiar _ look.

“Would seeing the nursery help you feel better? We’ve really decked it out,” smiled Milo.

"Yeah, it'll be fun," said Calig before Elan could answer. Elan gave him a quizzical look but the 'Doom just smirked. Elan made his way towards the stairs but Milo shook his head.

Nope, this way,” winked the Furret. Keys jangled and he fiddled with a lock that lead to what must have been a guest room on the first floor. Elan gaped when the door swung open.

Across the threshold was a playroom from Elan’s wettest dreams. A massive bed for group play dominated the center, but there was also room for a swing and an X-frame. They dedicated an entire wall to their exhaustive selection of toys, whips, crops, wax candles stored in little cubbies. A coat rack held hoods, harnesses, and latex. Like the rest of the house, the interior decoration was immaculate. He wondered if they swatched Felicity's fur to ensure the black and purple matched.

“Oh shoot, I forgot, the nursery is upstairs,” Felicity said theatrically.

“I, uh, I thought you said you had to pack all this away,” said Elan. It was all he could think to say. Arceus! There’s even dispensers for lube and hand sanitizer on the wall!

“Yeah, we did, when we were still trying to adopt normally,” smiled Felicity. She waved for Elan and Calig to enter the playroom and they gratefully accepted their invitation.

“I swear, everything you two have going on is goals,” said Calig.

Elan raised an eyebrow. Was he really? NOW? He tried to catch Cal's attention but was distracted by a prickle on the back of his neck fur.

“Don’t tell me you’re gettin’ cold feet, ‘WantsUrGrowlithes.’” Milo’s lips were so close to Elan’s ear he nearly jumped through the ceiling. He stumbled and tried to straighten his frizzed tails but his hands were clumsy when Milo loomed over him. "You don't have to say yes, but you can't tell me you didn't notice your boyfriend giving us eyes over the table all evening."

"C'mon, Babygirl, it'll be fun," purred Calig. He, Milo, and Felicity were all fighting the urge to cackle.

“Uh… my safeword is pineapple?” said Elan, cracking a smile. Damn it mutt you know I can’t say 'no' to you.

Calig was already perusing the extravagant array of sex toys and accessories. He held up a black and yellow pup harness and matching leash. "Mind if I borrow these?"

"You can borrow my hood, too. I saw you looking," said Milo. He tossed it Felicity who helped fit it around Calig's horns.

"You don't mind if I take your pup for a walk, do you?" asked Felicity. She scritched Calig under the muzzle. He whined, whiptail wagging.

"It'd be criminal to stop you now," giggled Elan. He rarely saw Cal this subby and it was cute to watch Felicity work him like putty in her wing claws. He watched his 'Doom nuzzle Felicity's neck fluff through the hood. Cal had already discarded his shirt for the harness so he and Felicity took turns disrobing each other. They had to pause when the leash got tangled in the fabric of Felicity's red dress.

“So are you just gonna watch? We’ve got a chair for that,” whispered Milo in Elan’s ear.

“Not on your life,” said Elan. His sent his tails slithering up Milo’s legs in a search for his belt buckle.

“That’s the spirit,” encouraged Milo. His hands tugged at Elan's shirt. He was gentle enough to pop the buttons without ruining it, but Elan knew Milo could've torn it right off his body if he wanted. Milo eased the foxboi onto the bed. Elan's thoughts raced as they kissed slow and heavy. Damn, the way he just LOOMS! I bet he’s as tall as Owyn! Green sparks danced along Elan's lips when they broke apart. Milo abruptly jammed his fingers into Elan's mouth. He moaned on instinct.

"Careful now, foxboi. We don't have fireproof sheets here," purred Milo. His baritone demanded Elan's attention the way only a practiced dom could, but his hands were tender and affirming.

"We’ll need t-to fix that,” huffed Felicity. She, like Elan, was laid across the bed with her knees dangling off the end. Calig was atop her, unable to kiss properly due to the hood but undeterred in his desire to please. Little puppy whimpers escaped his mask as he nuzzled the Noivern, whiptail thwapping against the bedpost.

Elan ran his fingers against the grain Milo's chest fur. He was well-chiseled and lean under all the fluff. The fur obscured a lot of it, but his brown and cream stripe pattern seemed to simulate the cut of his pecs and abs. His fur was shortest at the shoulders and arms to properly show off his physique, as was the fluff at his waist. His hips had a narrow swerve to them that made him look as agile and aerodynamic as Felicity.

“Does it just... grow like that... or do you... do something to your fur?” panted Elan between kisses.

“He spends over a- huff -an hour, twice a week, with fur clippers” said Felicity between gasps of pleasure. Calig lingered over her curves, her breasts, squeezing experimentally and listening to where she most reacted to being touched. He had removed Felicity's panties and worked three fingers over the Noivern's soft, plush slit. He picked up speed when she yanked the leash. “He’s such a good boy, d-does he treat you like this all the time?”

“Yeah, yeah he does,” moaned Elan as Milo laid a line of kisses across his neck. The Furret was on all fours, pinning Elan to the bed. Elan was down to just his “lucky” black lace panties and Milo still had his khakis. Elan could feel his bulge through the fabric. His tails tugged at the pants so they were halfway down his thighs. “And what about the hubby?”

“Yeah, he does,” said Felicity with relish. She returned her attention to Calig when he unhooked her bra. “Mmmm that’s right, be a good boy and fuck my cunt!”

Elan stole a fleeting glance of Calig's sheath grinding against Felicity's pelvis before his attention was pulled elsewhere by Milo. He straddled Elan, disrobed and tantalizingly close. The Furret's package, heavy and uncut, dominated Elan's field of view. Elan's eyes greedily followed those balls as they swung side to side. That's the advantage of not having a sheath. Must be fun to have that swangin' between your legs all the time.

Elan licked his chops. The fur on Milo's nuts was silky as the rest of his pelt. Each one filled his hand with delightful heft. They twitched and tugged at the slightest touch. Elan conjured a singular spark between his fingers so that its warmth beckoned Milo's pair to sag lower. The 'Nines nuzzled against Milo so that his cock rested on the bridge of his muzzle. A wet spot was already forming on Elan's fur.

"Someone's in their happy place," teased Milo.

"Yeah. Can't see haters down here," quipped Elan. Felicity snorted behind him.

"You kids and your damn phones," scoffed Milo. He ran a hand through Elan's hair then smushed his face deeper against his crotch. Elan's nose was buried in the fluff right where the folds of the scrotum hung from the base of the dick. Elan moan was muffled from between the Furret's thighs. He kissed without seeing. Milo's fur had an alpine scent to his musk. Milo's cock twitched hard enough to bounce off of Elan's face. It landed with a soft smack. "You ready for a proper taste, Babygirl?"

Calig let out a dissatisfied RUFF from behind his hood. He stopped mid-thrust in Felicity and side-eyed Milo. Felicity patted Calig's muzzle placatingly. "Awww, so sorry pup. Is 'Babygirl' your special word?"

Calig nodded vigorously. Milo leaned across to give him a conciliatory scritch. "That's fair. He's yours after all."

"How about a different pet name instead?" said Felicity, diplomatically. Calig wagged his tail.

"Hrmmmm... what would be proper, then," hummed Milo. He slid a hand against the grain of Elan's tummy fur, right over the burgeoning slope of his tummy. "How about... Babymomma?"

The word swept over Elan and he wiggled. Felicity squeaked with sympathetic euphoria. Calig barked in sunny agreement from between her legs. Milo smirked, his ringtail whipping behind him. "That's settled then. So! Back to work, Babymomma."

Elan eagerly returned to his holy altar. He could not see with Milo's cock draped over his face but had no need for eyes. His tongue hooked one swinging Furret nut into his maw, then the other. They were too big to fit at the same time so he slobber-ravished them one at a time. Milo made a show of not moaning too soon but his junk twitched with the foxboi's every smooch and nuzzle. A throbbing weight pushed Elan's bangs upward: the 'Nines knew by every follicle on his face that Milo wasn't just a show-er.

Milo's growing erection gave Elan just enough clearance to steal a glance at Calig. His tongue darted from the narrow muzzle of the mask. Felicity tugged his leash and he went in deeper against, into her slit. Elan made a mental note to stop by the pet shop soon. How've we bought all those dildos and never gotten ourselves a leash? Only his horns were visible between Felicity's quivering thighs. Moments later he paused his ministrations The 'Doom tilted his head and gave her a quizzical "awroo?"

"Awww what's wrong? Not expecting to find a bone buried there?" huffed Felicity. She scratched him behind the horns with a prehensile footclaw. Calig wiggled so eagerly his collar jangled. "I thought as much, pup. Now back to work eating my slit out!"

An insistent drip pulled Elan away from further voyeurism. Milo's precum pooled on the bridge of Elan's nose. A stray drop ran down one cheek. Elan's tongue darted and he tasted salt tinged with that brisk cologne Milo used. He licked his lips fruitlessly. He didn't realize he was speaking until his whispers escaped his muzzle. "More. I need more."

"Who said you could give orders, Babymomma?" said Milo. He crammed himself into Elan's muzzle. His cheeks bulged and his mouth sang with Milo's taste. He wanted more. He needed more. His tongue guided the shaft deeper into his mouth. Milo was leaky and sensitive and every twitch pushed against the inside of Elan's mouth. He caressed those swinging nuts as if to coax even more precum from the normal-type. The foxboi mewled, the noise muffled by the growing arousal between his lips.

"Look at you, Babymomma. You're takin' it like a champ," said Milo, looming above the 'Nines. Milo thrust forward so Elan's nose was buried in his pubic fluff. He was just soft enough that Elan could still deep-throat the Furret, but hard enough that he felt every twitch and throb. A tightness in his throat persisted past his adam's apple, threatening to bump against his collarbones. "Why don't we show my pretty wife all the kits you're carrying?"

Elan tried to nod his mouth was too full. Milo's dick left his mouth with a sigh of longing. A single strand of saliva kept him connected to the Furret, but Milo wiped it away when he caressed Elan's cheek. Milo hoisted Elan effortlessly onto the bed without so much as squeak. They kneeled next to Felicity on the pillows with Milo's abs pressed against the back of the foxboy. Elan felt he would be enveloped by those broad shoulders if he just leaned back.

"Look at you starting to show. You love it, don't you?" Milo's purred. His voice demanded Elan's attention but the 'Nines could hear the infinitesimal fractures of desire eroding at his dominant facade.

"Y-yeah," mewled Elan. Felicity's hand ran over his belly and he squirmed in Milo's embrace. Even the slightest touch tickled now. Her lips were inches from Elan before she hesitated. She looked to the Ninetales and he nodded. "Go on, girlie. Say 'hi' to your kits."

"You're gonna be a mom," Milo whispered reverently. Felicity planted a soft kiss on Elan's navel. Calig made a little noise muffled by his hood. Somehow the other three had forgotten him even while humping away at Felicity's cock vent.

"Don't think we've forgotten the stud who got him this way," praised Felicity. She scritched Cal behind the horns again. The 'Doom's yip was delayed slightly but his tail wagged harder than ever. "That's right. Now, be a good boy and fuck my slit. Turn my cock into your pretty fucking cunt to breed!"

Elan relished his new vantage on the bed. It was a rare treat to watch his boyfriend work his magic on someone else. He thrust dutifully against the Noivern while she cooed soft encouragement that Elan couldn't properly hear. The tip of Felicity's tapered dick curled invitingly around his shaft. He caressed her breasts, nuzzled at her neck fluff, and joined her when she turned to kiss Elan's womb or cock. The 'Nines cheeks warmed with the praise. For the first time since he got the news he felt proud of his extraordinary ability to carry kits. Maybe this will be a good thing after all... A throbbing weight against the small of Elan's back returned his thoughts to the now.

"You ready for it, Babymomma?" huffed Milo. "Can't have them having all the fun, can we?"

Elan answered with his sluttiest moan. His tails pulled his ass cheeks apart and he leaned so Milo would have maximum leverage for the impending breeding. His hole tingled with anticipation, only aware of his own arousal when Felicity or Cal gave it attention. He inhaled sharply when the tip pressed against him. The insertion was deliberate and smooth without a single hesitation. Milo's hips pressed against Elan's sculpted butt.

Elan gasped as he felt every inch of the Furret fill the empty space behind his belly. Milo lavished the foxboy's clavicle with a salacious lick that left his pelt messy. He lingered over the pullout and by the time only the tip remained inside Elan had to choke back the urge to beg. He whimpered wordlessly and felt hot breath prick the fur on the back of his neck. His member twitched.

"P-poor boy," grunted Felicity from underneath Calig. She had wrapped her legs tight around his waist "Milo what did I tell you about playing with your food?"

The smack of lean hips against bubble butt cut through the playroom. The force resonated within Elan's foundation in the way only good dick could. The 'Nines rolled his hips against the next thrust. No more asking permission, no more being gentle. Faster. Harder. More! More! More! He moaned, tongue lolling, heedless of the flecks of fox drool that spattered Cal's hood.

The Houndoom was curled over Felicity, both gasping, both moments from climax. Cal wanted to bite but was still in the hood, so he aggressively nuzzled between Felicity's cleavage. Elan squeaked and coiled a tail around Milo's leg. He felt every muscle flex as the Furret bred his hole. He constricted the tail, a wordless challenge that Milo answered by increasing his tempo. Strong arms enclosed around Elan. They were so close, He felt every thrash, grind, and thrust in the follicles of fur against fur. The embrace allowed Elan to go limp. It was bliss to ravished... desired... claimed...

Milo grunted and Elan felt the familiar, heavy warmth of being filled. He moaned freely, vaguely aware of the throbbing in his knot. Felicity's exhalations joined his, breathy and oscillating between high and low pitch. The Noivern had turned to take Elan's load but couldn't compose herself enough to get the tip between her lips, leaving her striped and musky instead. A musky haze fell over the four that seemed to smother them with every labored breath. At some point Calig collapsed over Felicity, their bodies smeared with the mess he'd deposited inside her. They lay, panting and tangled, for some time.

"You even taste like a vixen in heat," Felicity said, licking her chops. Calig snickered from between her breasts and she tickled him under the muzzle.

"Look at you now, Babymomma," huffed Milo. He patted Elan's belly. The slope of his burgeoning bump had grown pronounced by an inch or two. The 'Nines whimpered blissfully. "You really look the part now."

"You're gonna need a bigger nursery," cooed Elan. "I don't think it'll be just triplets after a breeding like that."

"We can always try for more, just to see if it catches," teased Milo. He shook Elan's cum tummy again. "Not that you'd need the help."

"Oh, definitely,” said Elan. He flexed his rump around the half-hard length still inside him. His body already craved another go. “You know, Cal and I have started posting our pictures. Would your lower halves be interested in a little cameo?”

“Pup, go get your camera,” Felicity said immediately. Calig was eager to obey, but was thwarted by his knot, still tied hip-to-hip with Felicity. He squirmed and whimpered before flopping on the bed, defeated. Elan, Milo, and Felicity all laughed haltingly, still slightly out of breath. Elan joined Felicity in petting the Houndoom. He deserved it for being such good boy.

Somewhere Elan heard a buzzing, then another, then another. Milo finally withdrew from the ‘Nines’ tailhole in search of the device. “It’s for you, Babymomma."

Elan took the phone and glanced at the sudden flood of notifications.

User-WeightedBlanket05:

Elan?

Everything goin good, Kitsy?

User-DaddyDearest011:

You doing okay in there, K_iddo?_

Is the silence an “all clear” or should I be concerned?

User-009WantsUrGrowlithes:

Sorry. Got distracted.

*Sent a photo*

Elan’ face was covered by both Felicity and Milo’s half-hard dicks. Their post-orgasm mess was smeared across foxboy muzzle twisted into his best ahegao face.

User-WeightedBlanket05:

Wait I know that dick...

Lucky slut (Q_Q)

User-DaddyDearest011:

Really?! Aren’t they like ten years older than you?!

User-009WantsUrGrowlithes:

You’re one to talk :p

I promise next time I’ll let you join in~

User-DaddyDearest011:

You'd better tell me all about it Tuesday night!

User-009WantsUrGrowlithes:

Yes daddy~

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