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…Week Twelve…

Elan sat on his father's lap, body swathed in the warmth of his mane. It was the kind of comfort that made it hard not to doze. Tyson's knot slowly throbbing against his prostate was certainly a compounding factor. He rested his chin on one shoulder and returned his attention to the litany of personal ads scrolling past his phone. He needed to concentrate here: any one of these solicitations could be their salvation and the only way to find it would be to check them all one by one.

"Yeah, yeaaaah th-thash right, Bo- HIC! -B-Bones!”

Grunts, squeaking bed springs, and Owyn's sozzled vocalizations drifted from the bedroom that adjoined their living room. He and Cal were supposed to be helping them find adoption options. For once Tyson came to help instead of fuck, but then Owyn came home in a mood and Cal offered to help him work it off. And of course that left Tyson and Elan to their own devices...

“Does it bother you when they fuck like that?” Tyson said gravely. Elan realized too late he was frowning; Tyson must have mistaken his furrowed concentration for something else.

“Why would it bother me?” shrugged Elan. “Right now I just wish they'd hurry up and help us. We're on a ticking clock, after all.”

“I just don't want you to get hurt, Kiddo,” said Tyson protectively. It was sweet, really, seeing Tyson get defensive like that. He acted the same way when men hit on his Mom. “I know he's fun in bed but you've been with Cal for years now—“

“Let me get this straight, Daddy,” giggled Elan. The foxboi leaned back so he could look Tyson in the eye. “I'm stuck on your knot and you're asking me if I have hangups over my boyfriend sleeping around?”

“I-I mean, when you put it that way,” Tyson said sheepishly.

“Why would I love Cal any less because he sticks his dick in someone else?” challenged Elan. “We both like sex and think that fucking around with new partners is fun and exciting. It's honestly not that deep.”

“You say it like it's that simple. Like it's normal,” Tyson said bashfully.

“It's simple to us,” shrugged Elan. He kissed Tyson on the nose. “Calig and I love each other. Sex is just a fun thing we can do with each other or our friends. These facts are allowed to coexist with each other.”

“And what if Cal and Owyn start having sex as more than 'just friends,'” Tyson said seriously.

“Daddy, are we 'just friends?'” said Elan, gently. He squeezed himself around Tyson's knot so that the 'Arc twitched inside of him. “Let me tell you a secret: good dick is actually pretty low on my list of boyfriend criteria. I'd love Calig even if we never fucked.”

Tyson's laughs sent Elan sprawling into his father's embrace. “Okay, Kiddo, pull the other one. You had me going for a bit there.”

“I'm serious, Dad,” protested Elan. “Cal takes good care of me! He's sweet and protective and he makes me laugh. I can tell him anything and he motivates me, too. And all those things don't have anything to do with his cock.”

“And the fact he's hot and fucks you good doesn't factor into it at all,” said Tyson skeptically.

“I never said that,” pouted Elan. “It's more the cherry on top. Besides, fucking around makes things hotter for both of us.” Tyson raised his eyebrows but let Elan continue.

“Think about it, Daddy. Cal and I are both hot and available. We can get any piece of ass we want on campus but then we choose to come home and kiss each other goodnight. It's affirming and sexy.”

“So that's why Calig likes to watch so much, huh?” said Tyson, understanding dawning on his face.

Elan booped his daddy on the nose. “Nailed it!”

“_BEG FOR IT, SLUT! BEG FOR MY COCK!” _

Elan and Tyson both leaned to get a better look at the commotion coming from the open door. The 'Arc twitched inside of Elan again. At this rate they'd be lucky to untie before dinner.

“Maybe I should ask Cal for notes,” said Tyson pensively. “I'd like to know how he gets Owyn to sit, stay, and roll over for our next, uh, 'Fuck Token.' Arceus, I can't believe I'm actually calling it that.”

“I don't think that's something he can teach, Daddy,” said Elan. “Owyn's the type of pup who only shows his tummy if he likes you.”

“HAAAARDER!! FU- _HIC-HILP!!__ -FUCK ME HARDEEERRRRR B-BONES!”_

_ “Speaking of, does _that ever bother you?” Tyson indicated an abandoned beer can on the coffee table. “I mean, this isn't the first time I've come to see you and he wasn't sober.”

“Put the badge away, Maverick,” assured Elan. “It's a macho thing, I think. You've just seen him drunk a lot because I'm the only one of here who can take his knot and Owyn likes it sloppy when he bottoms.”

“And he's never...” Tyson trailed off significantly.

“He's the sweetest drunk you'll ever meet, I promise,” said Elan placatingly. He scritched Tyson behind the ears and laughed when his tail thwapped against the couch. “Really, Owyn's just a big 'ol heated blanket.”

“GIMM- _HIC_!-GIMME THA KNOT, B-BONES! MILK MY COCK FROM THE BACK!”

“Damn, they're really goin' at it, aren't they,” said Tyson as if he were watching a basketball player land an ambitious three-pointer.

“Don't just stare, Daddy, I wanna watch too,” Elan teased. They shuffled on the couch so they could both see into Owyn's room without craning their necks too much. The chubby firedog was spilling over the foot of his bed, arms and mane spread across the floor. Calig was kneeling above him with Owyn's calves wrapped around his back. The dark-type's pile-drive impacted with so much force it made Owyn's chub ripple.

“Fuck, that's hot. We gotta try that sometime,” grunted Tyson.

“Put a pin in it for next time 'Dearest,'” giggled Elan. They watched Calig use his whiptail to guide Owyn's oversized cock to his muzzle. He was leaking so much his chest and face were already slick.

“Lookin' forward to it, 'Lovely,'” huffed Tyson. He humped as best he could while tied. His hands devoured Elan's curves: squishing his thighs, spreading his ass cheeks, caressing the slight plush that cushioned his womb. Each kiss lasted longer than the one before so that they soon paid more attention to each other than the spectacle in the other room.

“Getting c-close,” panted Elan. His cock was leaving tracks of pre over Tyson's abs that had been stained with fox cum minutes before.

“Me too,” grunted Tyson. “Just can't help myself with you, can I?”

“Do it, then! Give me your pup- aaaaAAAaaAAAAaaAAH!” Elan moaned as Tyson's knot bloomed to full size. The pressure on his prostate made him weak and he wilted into his Daddy's embrace. He panted, tongue lolling, and tasted himself when one of his own ropes spattered his chin.

“That enough Growlithes for you?” rumbled Tyson.

“Never enough. “I want my litter to break a record.” huffed Elan. He rested his face in Tyson's mane again and let the afterglow settle comfortably between them.

“You smell nice,” murmured Tyson. “Like your mother.”

“Doctor Larson says the hormones are gonna change how I smell,” giggled Elan. “He said it'll get even stronger if I go into heat.”

“Sounds... dangerous,” teased Tyson. He licked his chops. “Every boy on campus will be chomping at the bit to put a litter in you.”

“I'll just have you and Owyn and Calig protect me,” giggled Elan. “And if you bang all my potential suitors they'll be too tuckered out when they get to me.”

“That's certainly one way to manage your birth control,” said Tyson.

“It's funny. I've been thinking about things after this is all over,” said Elan. “Cal and I do condoms and stuff when we're with people we don't know, but now I'll need to remember to take the pill and track my cycles and— it's a lot of stuff I never thought I'd never have to care about since I only date guys.”

“I can't imagine there's a lot of cases like yours,” said Tyson sympathetically. “If I'm still trying to wrap my head around things it must be ten times worse for you.”

“It's not all bad,” shrugged Elan. “The hormones are honestly the weirdest part. Doc is keeping the dose low but he said there's a chance I might get little titties. It affects my mood sometimes too, and I know I've gained a bit of weight...”

“You're really taking all this in your stride,” Tyson said gently. “You know you don't need to put on a brave face for your dear 'ol Dad, right.”

Elan felt the afterglow deflate beneath his trepidation. He kissed Tyson, more for comfort than anything. “I dunno... it's just a lot at once. But it's starting to feel more, comprehensible, I guess? But then I look at the problem directly and it feels too big to deal with all over again. Sorry, I'm not making any sense.”

“No, I understand,” assured Tyson. “I felt a bit like that when your Mom was pregnant with you.”

“I— what?” Elan gaped.

“Can you keep a secret?” said Tyson.

“I, uh, I hope so,” snickered Elan.

“Your Mom and I didn't really plan to have you,” Tyson said as he stroked Elan's hair. “We both wanted kids when we got married, but your Mom found out she was pregnant when she was still in school and I was on deployment at sea. I wanted to chose between being there for you when you were born or keeping my career. So the plan was I'd beg my C.O. for a discharge and be the parent at home. That way Aideen could chase her dreams.”

“I noticed you and Mom were younger than a lot of my friends parents when I was a kit,” said Elan. “I guess I never thought to do the math of exactly how old Mom was when she had me.”

“If you arrived any earlier your Mom would've had to miss her graduation,” said Tyson. “But the whole time leading up to your birthday I was scared shitless I'd be a lousy father. All I could think of was all the things I needed to do or didn't know. After you were born I felt like someone threw me overboard.”

Elan bit his lip and tried to find his words. He was grateful when the sounds of Calig's climax provided a distraction. “Why'd you never tell me this?”

“We didn't want you to get the wrong idea, Kiddo,” said Tyson. “No kit deserves to think that they're an accident.”

Elan glanced guiltily to the rent-a-cop uniform laying rumpled at the foot of the couch. “I'm sorry you had to quit the navy.”

Tyson tousled Elan's hair. “I like being your Dad more than I liked being a sailor. You were a good kid and it was exciting and fun to be there for you. I only started the security thing once you were old enough to take care of yourself after school.”

“Thanks, Dad,” said Elan pensively. “I wish I knew if I'd ever want kids.”

“The good news is you have all the time in the world to make up your mind, Kiddo,” Tyson kissed sympathetically. "We just gotta find a runway for the triplets to land on."

“I wish I could talk to Mom about this. Like, she just dealt with a period and heat and birth control and all that for thirty years. All this is so new to me,” said Elan.

“Don't beat yourself up about that, Kiddo,” assured Tyson. “When your Mom and I had you we were stupid enough to not bother with condoms. You and Cal had no idea this could ever happen. Remember how Doctor Larson told you this womb gene of yours came from your Mom's side?”

“Yeah, and Mom only has sisters,” said Elan. “Thanks for figuring out how to ask her about some of this stuff. The tip she told you about ginger candies have been a lifesaver in the mornings.”

“Happy to help,” smiled Tyson. He kissed Elan and held him close against his chest. It would've been sweet if Owyn hadn't decided to shatter the moment.

“So, whatch- HIC!-wha'cha think, Kitsy? Y'th-think I'm built-ta be a moth- HIC-HILGK!-a MILF?” Owyn leaned, naked, against the door frame and grabbed two fistfulls of swollen belly. The 'Arc was distended from swallowing his own load. He sloshed into the easy chair and squinted critically at the cheap beer he'd left abandoned on the coffee table. Elan was left hypnotized by Owyn's every slosh and burble.

“It's your turn to mop, Pup,” said Calig, emerging from the bedroom with post-fuck dick swinging in the wind. He kissed Owyn, heedless of the sticky mess that painted the 'Arc's face.

“I'm help- HIC! -helpin',” said Owyn, obstinately waving his phone at Calig. “Besides, Kitsy hash'nt told me when we're doin' the j-joint baby shower.”

“Be a good boy and don't forget,” Cal smirked and gave Owyn's cum-swollen gut a slosh. The chair creaked beneath Owyn when he leaned back, one leg kicking in the air.

“But I'm alwaysh a- HIC!-aha good b-boy for you, Bones,” slurred Owyn. Cal kissed him again.

“Had fun in there, Stud?” bantered Elan. It amused him how Cal could make a firedog twice his size putty in his hands.

“Yeah, we did,” said Calig. He flopped next to Elan and Tyson on the couch and gave Elan's ass a squeeze. “Seems like you did, too.”

“Hey, we did actually look. You two were in there for nearly an hour,” said Elan indignantly.

“I never doubted you for a second, Babygirl,” assured Cal. “Can't wait to swap play-by-plays when we go to bed.”

Tyson made a stab at returning to business. It was a little difficult to take him seriously when Elan was still stuck on his knot. “It's not like a lot of people are looking for freelance surrogates. At least not anyone who's also not a giant red flag.”

“And the two bites I got last night balked today when they found out there was no chance they'd share a species,” said Elan with a shake of his head.

“What, no one wants'te ado- HIC!-adopt a buncha freshman's mistake-babies,” smirked Owyn. He drained the tepid beer he'd abandoned and crushed the can with one hand.

“Be nice, Pup. And if you're not gonna help us look go clean instead.” Cal shot Owyn a look and snapped his fingers twice. Owyn had enough wherewithal to look abashed but the effect was ruined when he had to choke back another tipsy hiccup. Calig rolled his eyes and returned to his phone. “At least you found people to believe you're a knocked up cis boy. That's more progress than me.”

“I, uh, switched to one of my more dolled up selfies. I can always correct them on my pronouns when we sit down for an interview,” giggled Elan.

“I can send ya'sum- HIC!-some dick pics if we're jush gonna catfish'em now,” said Owyn. At least he was trying to help.

“We're looking for parents, not starting a studding service,” said Tyson, exasperated.

“He's kinda right, though,” chuckled Elan. “I did have a few people think I was a porn bot.”

“Oh noooo, my boyfriend is too good at hot girl shit what_ever_ will I do?” drawled Calig. He, Elan, and Tyson shared a look, but Owyn was too slow on the uptake. He was too busy squinting at his phone.

“Hey guys, you shee this'un?”

Cal's phone buzzed. Elan smirked when he saw that Cal put Owyn's name in as PUP HOLE <3.

“Oh?”

“Oh...”

“Oh!”

“Oh yeah,” said Owyn, infuriatingly smug. “They jush... They jush texted m'back.”

“Good boy,” said Cal. Owyn wiggled with at her praise. “You'll get a treat for this one, Pup.”

“Looks like they'll be free when you're back from Thanksgiving break,” said Tyson as he read over Cal's shoulder. Elation bloomed in Elan's chest.

Elan pouted and slapped Owyn's ass with a tail. “We were looking for stuff the whole time you were goofing off! And then you just sit down and snag a five-star pull like it's nothing?! No fair!”

“You sluts got- HIC!-gotta keep me'round fer shumthin',” smirked Owyn. “Bones, be a- HIC!-be a doll and get'me a beer.”