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…Week Ten…

Elan covertly peeked at Owyn over the top of his phone. The Arcanine was sprawled over the couch, shirtless and beer in hand. Elan’s nose wrinkled, but he hid it behind his phone. Fuck he stinks when he drinks. And not in the good way. Owyn belched, heedless of Elan’s flicking ears.

Owyn was a pretty good roommate most of the time. When his schedule permitted it he’d taken to making meals for the three of them that felt almost extravagant after a month living off the school cafeteria. He’d even been following Dr. Larson’s guidelines for nutrition now that Elan was eating for four. Plus he fucked good. It wasn't like Elan and Calig were using the second bedroom anyway. The only real thing he did was that on the occasions he did drink, he drank. Elan sighed but perked when he heard the door scrape out of its ill-fitted frame.

“C’mon on in, Daddy,” called Elan, hoping he sounded nonchalant.

“How’ya doin’, kiddo? Feeling fris—” Tyson emerged, the hungry snarl dropped from his face. His eyes darted to Elan, to Owyn, then back to Elan. The 'Arc's unbuttoned uniform and unzipped fly betrayed any chance to act natural. “You didn’t tell me there was company over, Elan.”

“Take a seat next to me, Dad,” Elan said, unphased. He swished his tails away to make room. Tyson glanced at the other, larger Arcanine warily but accepted the invitation. Elan took Tyson’s hand and gently stroked his wrist fluff with a finger. “This is Owyn. He’s gonna be around for a while.”

“So thisss is daddy dearest,” Owyn said. He straightened himself on the chair. It took a few more blinks than Elan liked for Owyn to bring Tyson into focus. “Oh yeaaaah, I see why you’re so down bad, Kitsy. I bet you fuck reaallllll good, hehehe- HIC!-heh.”

Tyson’s eyes narrowed pointedly at the bottles at the bigger firedog's paws. Owyn was unphased and drained his beer with an unhelpful hiccup. Tyson's voice rose to his “stern parent” register that made Elan's ears wilt on instinct. “And now there’s alcohol in the house? Elan, you’re not even done with your first semester?!”

“Daaaad, I’m not an idiot. I’m not gonna drink while I’m—” Elan still struggled to say "I'm pregnant" out loud. His ears had flattened on instinct. It was hard not to feel like he’d done something wrong when Tyson used that voice. “Besides, Owyn’s old enough to buy it legally. You can put the badge away.”

“So you’re a senior then,” Tyson said, tentatively. “Or maybe a junior? You’d have to be if you’re twenty one.”

Owyn grunted and popped another beer with just his claw. “I’m twenty six. Gonna be gettin’ me’masters in kin-easy- kin-issy- kineisi- HIC!- I wanna be a personal trainer.”

The firedog slapped his belly heartily before flexing. To his credit he was very well built even with the protruding beer gut. The bulge in his gym shorts did a lot of talking too.

Tyson’s eyebrows rose so high they got lost in his mane. He turned sternly to Elan. “Elan, I know things are hectic right now, but you can’t just start fooling around with—”

“That’s preeeeetttty riiich comin’ from the d-daddy ‘schtupping his son,” giggled Owyn. He thrust his hips in Tyson's direction and his chair groaned in protest.

Tyson was halfway to baring his fangs when he realized what Owyn had said. “Elan, how much have you told him? What's going on here?!”

“Owyn’s our way out of this mess.” Calig emerged the stairs to his bedroom in a mesh top, black harness, and a jock that barely cupped his nuts while leaving his sheath free. Tyson gave the Houndoom a surprised look but Cal just shrugged. “What?! It’s my own damn house, I can dress how I like. Besides, what did you think you’d be doing when you came over here?”

“Not this,” Tyson grumbled. “But tell me more about this plan of yours.”

“It’s pretty simple, actually,” shrugged Elan. “I’m gonna pretend to date Owyn till the kits are due. He’s an Arcanine, so if I find out if any of the triplets are Growlithes it won’t look suspicious.”

Tyson looked towards the other firedog skeptically. “So what’s the catch? That he gets to live with you? I suppose free rent’s a pretty good deal to get out this whole charade.”

“Catch? Catch? Who needs a- HIC!-a c-catch,” said Owyn, a little too loudly. “I’m doin’ this outta the goodnesh of m’heart ‘cause i’m a big ‘ol softy! And alsho because we fucked real good in the campus locker room. But since I’m tha new roommate, there’s gonna be ‘shum, heheh- HIC-HILP!-heh, ground rulessss.”

“Ground rules,” said Tyson, apprehensively. Elan saw blue embers flickering under his father's tongue. “Go on, tell me.”

“Just three rules,” giggled Owyn. He held up two, then three fingers. “ONE: when you boys fool around, I’m invited too. TWO: I get three nights where d-daddy and I get quality time and you do whatevvvver I want! And THREE: YOU gotta train to bottom me! To tha KNOT!!”

Tyson gulped and glanced to Elan. The closest that the two had gotten to bottom penetration was when Elan had eaten his ass for a Father's Day gift. Tyson gritted his teeth then nodded. “That sounds… reasonable, all things considered. Wanna get rule number three outta the way now or—”

“BWAHAHAHAHA- HIC!-HEH HEH HEEEeeehhhh… Don’t get ahead of yourself Ol’ Timer!” Owyn's raucous laughter cut Tyson off. The firedog held his phone in front of Tyson’s face and nearly fell out of his seat laughing at Tyson's reaction.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” said Tyson. Elan smiled seeing his father so transfixed, caught somewhere between wonder and denial. His eyes were drawn magnetically to Owyn's crotch.“No fuckin’ way! You’re joking! That’s GOT to be photoshopped or something?!”

“_ It’s not _,” said Elan and Calig together.

“No fuckin’ way,” repeated Tyson, louder than before. “You expect me to take ALL of that in my ass?!”

“Yer son took it all jusssss fine,” snickered Owyn as he drained his final beer.

“Oh... Oh fuck. “He took all of that?" Tyson sputtered. He was overtaken by the fantasy of his son’s sultry hips sinking over that massive thing on screen. A critical hit!

“Hope yer a visual learner,” said Owyn. He lurched from his chair with intent to ascend the stairs to Elan and Calig’s bedroom. He bumped clumsily into Calig who was sent sprawling into Elan. They both collapsed face first into Tyson’s tent. They sniffed loudly and rushed to disentangle themselves from Elan's tails. By the time they made it upstairs Tyson had lost his clothes and Elan was down to his black stockings and matching thong.

“What took you ‘tree so long?” smirked Owyn, grey eyes glinting with the focus of a much soberer man. He was so tall that his shins hung over the edge of the queen mattress.

Tyson's retort got lost on its way from his brain to his mouth. He was instead staring fixedly at Owyn's exposed sheath. The attention made Owyn smile lasciviously. “That’s real, right? I’m not imagining things? He’s really that…”

Elan giggled and gave Tyson’s ass a squeeze. “Daddy, stop being silly!”

“Maybe he’s jealous,” grinned Calig, squeezing the other cheek.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about, Daddy,” winked Elan. “Owyn may be bigger but you’re still my favorite.”

“Schtop foolin’ ‘round,” barked Owyn. “Ackshually… yeah, fuggit! I’m usin’ a Fuck Token tonight?”

“_ A what _?” said Elan, Calig, and Tyson as one.

“Rule Three,” said Owyn with sozzled confidence in his ability remain comprehensible. “I wanna fuck good and I want dear ol’ dad to do the honors. So I put a quarter in the daddy machine and I get to ride him like a- lik- HIC!-like a carousel. A fuck token!”

“I-I mean, already?” Tyson's uncertainty was betrayed by the half-mast between his legs.

“Those are the rules,” said Calig slyly.

“Even so, I’m not bottoming for that…. that thing tonight.”

“Hey now,” said Owyn heatedly. “What part of ‘Daddy does whatevvver I want’ didju not understand?”

“Be nice, Owyn,” said Elan. One of his tails booped the shiny ‘Arc on the nose. “One prolapse is one too many and I want my Daddy back in one piece when you’re done.”

“Besides, our whole jig is up if I have to explain to Aideen why the hospital bill she got in the mail has a charge for ‘rectal construction.’ If we get found out your ‘Fuck Tokens’ won’t be worth anything anymore.” Tyson crossed his arms and used his best “stern dad” voice on Owyn.

Owyn nodded vigorously. “Gooooood points. In that case, tonight I want just daddy’s cock, and I want it eight ways to Shunday.” He beckoned to Tyson and opened his jaws. Tyson looked at Elan but the ‘Nines coaxed forward.

Owyn was inches from Tyson now, nostrils flared. He pressed his whole face into Tyson's low-hangers. They were fresh off the clock and delightfully ripe. Elan could smell the cut grass and sulfur from the other side of the bed. He and Owyn licked their chops at the same time. The chubby 'Arc's hot breath made Tyson's pair sag right into his awaiting muzzle. His tongue cradled one, then the other, in a slobbery embrace. He relished the taste with loud grunts and snarls, but the puppy was so pickled Elan doubted if he knew how loud he was.

“Damn, Big Boy, you’re certainly spirited,” huffed Tyson. He had to clutch the side of the bed frame. Both male's tails thumped against the mattress.

“Awww, our new puppy likes you Daddy,” giggled Elan. His tail had snaked around one of the bottles from the case beneath their bed. One of the first changes to their lifestyle that happened when Owyn moved in was buying lube in bulk. They’d even considered going with the fifty-five gallon drum option, but they really didn’t have any good place to put it.

“Yeah he looks all fierce but he’s just a big softie,” said Calig. He crawled onto the bed with Elan right behind. Their hands looked diminutive as they ran over the expansive plush of Owyn’s sheath and nuts. They tugged at the sheath to reveal the plumping black shaft housed within. Elan expedited Owyn's erection with some tummy tubs.

“Sho, wry dontcha’ tell mre how all zhis happenn?” Owyn’s voice drifted thickly from the depths of Tyson’s crotch.

“Didn’t your parents ever tell you it’s rude to talk with your mouth full,” said Tyson. His arms were crossed but the effect was ruined by his fangy smirk.

“Daaaad, it’s not like he doesn’t already know what’s going on,” said Elan as he began rubbing lube over Owyn’s length. It was already mingling with the firedog’s precum. The smokey scent of his musk was growing thicker, almost oppressive.

“Elan stole his mom’s dress and Ty didn’t realize who was wearing it ‘till he was halfway to kissing his ‘wife,’” whispered Calig conspiratorially. He aided Elan in the arduous task of preparing Owyn's dick for penetration.

Owyn was so struck by the thought that he forgot to keep Tyson’s balls in his mouth. “Shit! You’re wearing dat next time we fuck Kitsy!”

“You have no idea how good he looked,” said Tyson wistfully.

“Love you too Daddy,” cooed Elan, pitching playfully up into the voice. Elan couldn't any further attention to banter. Not with Owyn's cock in front of him and his body coursing with prenatal hormones. He dipped his muzzle low and began to kiss at Owyn's half-formed knot.

“Welp, don't even hafta ask what happen’ next,” said Owyn. He was already quivering under Elan's ministrations despite his efforts not to show it. “Ya fucked sho good ‘ya couldn't have just one. You potato chip-ass twink motherfucker.”

“Or a candy kiss,” huffed Calig. He had carefully wormed his way between Owyn's thighs, mindful of his horns, and spread his cheeks apart. Languidly, he licked his chops and let long string of doggy droll hang down. It swung gently in the breeze of Owyn's wagging tail before gravity’s pull called it home. It landed on the firedog’s quivering donut with a soft splat. Owyn barely had time to groan before Calig plunged his muzzle into the depths! The ‘Doom fingers sunk into Owyn's cheeks to better keep them out of they way of his delving tongue.

“Damn big boy you sure know your way around sucking dick,” gasped Tyson as a particularly vigorous bob of Owyn's head made him clutch Owyn's mane for balance.

“Crrms whish zha therrithori,” said Owyn thickly. He let Tyson fall from his lips so that only thing connecting the two Arcanines were thick strings of puppy slobber. He wedged his nose into the fragrant crevice beneath Tyson's sheath and between his nuts. “When you're too big to top you gotta make your own fun.”

“You're not always too big to top,” said Elan. He'd laid on his back with Owyn's full length atop him. Its massiveness looked somehow even bigger when it was laid directly atop Elan's slender torso. The mix of lube and precum left a wet patch in his creme-colored fur. Elan barely had to lean to kiss the tip. He lingered over the tip, lapping at the flow until he was forced to swallow the mess. His own erection ground needily against the base of Owyn's knot, right in the sweetspot that made his legs wiggle.

“S-so you wer-weren’t joking, Elan,” gasped Tyson eyes glazing over. His hips began to pump at a frantic pace against Owyn's maw, but the tipsy firedog just matched Tyson's pace as the daddy ‘Arc’s knot pushed in and out of warm wet muzzle. “Y-You reallly toook it alllll?! Oh f-fuck oh fuck oh fuuuuuuuuuccck!!”

Tyson howled out and collapsed, twitching, over Owyn. Elan could just see the dark red of his daddy's knot push apart Owyn's lips, but he could sure smell it. The hot musk of ‘Arc seed was deliciously pungent. A stillness overtook the four horndogs until Tyson's legs quivered. He fell heavily next to Elan on the bed.

“Riiiiiiich,” moaned Owyn dazedly. “Tha-th- HIC!-tha’sum goooood b-baby batter, ‘Ol Timer. No wonder y-you- HIC!-knocked up yer ‘lil booooy.”

Tyson tongue lolled listlessly as he panted. Slowly, his arm slid over Elan's hip to stroke that thick black shaft before him. “I guess this thing is real after all. Holy—”

“Hey Kitsy, why donshu get d-dear ‘ol dad back’ta work. And I didn’ tell you to stop back there, Bones!” Owyn slapped his ass “I want my hole in shipshape for Daddy!"

“You’re getting real comfy given orders around here," said Calig, still between Owyn’s asscheeks.

“And ‘yer- MMPH!-givin’ your Get Outta Jail Free card a loooooo- HIC!-lotta attitude,” said Owyn.

“You can drop the tough guy act, the both of you. We allllll know that you're just a big, sooooofffffft puppy” giggled Elan. He wiggled his butt against Owyn's soft tummy, the sweet spot.

Owyn’s huffed rust-colored sparks. “- Hrrrr-RUMPHF!- go on then, Kitsy.”

A slender finger tempted Tyson closer. They made a game of kissing around Owyn's cock or sending their tongues out to lap at the flow of pre. Tyson was tentative at first but his trepidation gave way to ravenous enthusiasm. Elan's tails teased idly at everyone's cocks, just enough to keep them hard. He cupped his hands and held them under each tip one by one until mess spilled over his upturned palms.

“You’re all so leaky! I’m gonna be sooooo full when you’re done with me,” cooed the Ninetales.

“Alright, Daddy, let’s see what kinda tricks an old dog like you can turn,” grunted Owyn. The shiny slapped his rump again and raised his leg high. Bones, you’re in father-dearest’s spot!”

Calig pulled his muzzle away from Owyn’s perfectly prepped hole. A single string of saliva kept them connected for a moment longer. The Houndoom gave his boyfriend an affectionate pat. “Need help lining up Elan?”

“Naw, Ol’ Timer’s gonna do it,” said Owyn, grinning wider than ever. “But I’m still thirsty if ya’ got nothin' better to do.” There was a creak of bed springs as the four reshuffled themselves: Calig stood just out of reach of Owyn so he had to crane his neck to reach him.

Tyson pressed himself against the larger firedog’s rump so that his tip teased the base of Owyn's wagging tail. “Damn, big guy… you really are soft”

“What, you’re shurprised?” said Owyn. He slapped his ass, a ripple coursing down his thigh. “Maybe it’s time you add some cake to yer diet! Only fuckin’ twinks is bad for you- HIC!-your health! It’s like eatin’ too many carbs or somethin’.”

"Dad- Hahaheeeee -D-Dad! Does tha- heehee - Does that make Mom a twink?!” Elan was face down, ass up on the bed, but his laughter threatened to topple him any second. Owyn and Calig snorted.

“No, but it might make you a MILF,” snickered Owyn.

Tyson sighed dejectedly. “Aren’t I supposed to be plowing you?”

“Yeah, that’s right! Get to it, Ol’ Timer.” Owyn dug his fingers in his cheeks and gave Tyson his juiciest spread.

“You’re a real piece of work, you know that,” said Tyson flatly.

“Yeah ‘cause I’m the one doing all the work,” sneered Owyn. He squeezed Elan’s rump and the foxboi yelped. “Yer son’s already halfway to hilting me!”

‘I’m going, I’m going,” grumbled Tyson. The daddy ‘Arc pushed his hips forward. A small sigh hissed past his lisp as he felt Owyn’s tailhole give way.

“It’s alright,” teased the bottoming firedog. “Yer’ allowed to like fucking men’s buttholes, Ol’ Timer.”

“You talk too much,” said Tyson. “Hey Cal, can you help me out?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” said Calig. He tugged Owyn’s mane so their eyes met. Owyn blinked dolefully. Calig pressed his knot to Owyn’s lips in a single stroke without even a sputter.

“Can you- mmphf -can you help me Daddy?” said Elan. He had worked his way down more than half of Owyn’s shaft but was couldn't quite finish the job on his own.

Tyson moved to grab Elan by the hips and bumped into Owyn's hands instead. He frowned. “Listen, i don’t care what you three do when I’m not around, but so long as I’m here I’m the only one who gets to be called ‘Daddy,’ got it?”

Owyn let Calig’s erection fall from his mouth. He squinted Tyson into focus, balancing the dog dick like a biscuit on the bridge of his nose. “Last I checked you’re not in much poshishion to make demands, Ol’ Timer. Spesh when I’m cashing in a fuck token.”

“Besides, Ty, didn’t ya know it’s Current Year? Lots of kids have two dads these days,” Calig snarked, as he returned his dick to Owyn’s mouth. Elan started laughing so hard he fell another inch lower on Owyn's oversized cock. Owyn was laughing too until Cal bapped him on the nose and told him to watch his teeth.

“You three are having waaaaaay too much fun with this,” Tyson rolled his eyes. He gripped his son’s thighs. “You ready down there?”

“Done it once before,” said Elan with a wink. He reached down and patted the flat of abdomen just below the navel. The two shared a look. “Don’t worry about me, ‘Dearest’ I can handle it.”

“Alright then, ‘Lovely,’ one, two, three!" Tyson pushed Elan down at the same time as he rolled his hips. The impact took Elan's breath away.

“Good girl,” said Calig. He timed his own thrusts with Tyson so that Owyn would be fucked good from both ends.

“D-don’t stop now,” mewled Elan. He clung to Tyson and Cal with his tails and gyrated as best he could while skewered. The room was filled with their panting, backed by Owyn's grunts muffled by his mouthful of dick. Calig’s knot crinkled the fuzz on his muzzle with each impact. They reached a brisk pace since Owyn’s tipsy commentary could no longer interrupt them.

“M-mooore! Mooorrre D-Daddy, more,” begged Elan, unable to vocalize anything more coherent with all that girth plunging into him. Elan’s fingers scrabbled blindly at the sheets and his tails coiled ever tighter over any part of his three studs they could reach. He locked eyes with Tyson. He wanted him to do it.

“G-gonna,” blustered Tyson. He embraced Elan in his strong arms and pushed! The impact of the dual tie was tectonic. Tyson was detachedly aware of tying Owyn because all of his senses had zeroed in on Elan. The creme-colored hips in his hands were pushed apart to accept 'Arc knot. The 'Nines was whimpering and writhing against him, utterly overcome the ecstasy of taking cock. He made no sound but his lips unmistakably mouthed MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE! The air, already pungent with sweat and musk and cheap beer, became hazy and sweet. Elan’s orgasm shot haphazardly against Tyson's abs!

Owyn's nuts tugged upward, rubbing against Tyson's. A throb ran up his shaft. It was so powerful Tyson could feel it through Elan as he held him! But that was just the beginning. Blue eyes widened as every throb and twitch pushed Elan away from him! The 'Nines' waistline was swelling while he keened high and needy. Elan clung to Tyson but that didn't stop his swollen middle from pushing them further apart! And it just kept going, longer than Tyson's own climax that he was barely cognizant of. He went weak at the knees and tumbled forward.

It took a while for everyone to disentangle themselves from Elan's tails. It was hard to even tell where they were on the bed in the forest of silken fur. Tyson found himself face first in Owyn's tummy. He blindly reached to steady himself but bumped into something heavy that burbled lewdly. Somewhere, Elan giggled. A boney hand, Caligs, pulled Tyson back into a stand. He blinked, dazedly. Trying to comprehend the obscene tableau that laid before him!

Owyn was panting raggedly and slightly cross-eyed. He was cleaning Cal’s half-hard shaft laid over his face that now sported numerous new stripes. The ‘Doom smiled cockily. was the only one who had remained standing post-climax, but he had to lean against the bed frame. Elan tittered weakly and cradled his delightfully swollen belly.

"Look at me D-daddy," Elan gasped.

"Look at you, Kiddo. Thought it'd be a few more months before you'd be lookin' like that, though," said Tyson. He reached out and rubbed Elan's tummy. The foxboi wriggled feebly, still skewered to Owyn. Elan and Tyson both relished the ripples the motion sent over its creme-colored surface.

"Do you like me full of your pups, "Dearest,'" quavered Elan, not quite able to manage the voice in his current state.

"You look radiant, 'Lovely,'" Tyson huffed. He leaned forward, squishing Elan between his body and Owyn's beer gut and kissed his son long and deep.

The moment was shattered by a loud grunt from Owyn. “Fuuuuuck… yeah I’cn shee wh- HIC!-why you let d-daddy put a litter in you, Kitsy. I’m gonna enj- HIC!-njoy m’self these next few months!”

“You talk too much.” Calig rolled his eyes and shoved his semi-erection back into Owyn’s uncomplaining mouth.

“Am I really still beautiful to you, 'Dearest?'” said Elan, resplendent in the afterglow.

“That was never in doubt, Lovely,” huffed Tyson. He held Elan's hand and they both sighed. “I think… I think we’re gonna get through this all right.”