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…Week Eight…

Elan and Calig sat next to each other at the Brick’n’Mortar, Flynt U's campus cafe that had picked up the unfortunate nickname of “The Brick.” True to its name, the interior facade was red brick walls and fake cherrywood tables. It contrasted garishly with the rest of the main campus building: a modern obelisk of glass and beige drywall. Perhaps it had earned its name for the hockey puck burgers they sold. But hey, they were cheap, right? The scent of coffee was in the air, but Elan had to enjoy it vicariously through Calig and the tall Arcanine girl who sat at their table. The 'Nines resentfully sipped his decaff london fog. He was not enjoying his doctor-mandated abstinence from caffeine.

A bark of a laugh boomed through the cafe. The ‘Arc had thrown her head back as she howled out her mirth to the florescent lights. “ Bwahahahahhaa! Pull the other one!”

“We’re being serious here, Rhiannon,” hissed Calig. He glanced around The Brick but no one seemed to be paying them much attention after the initial outburst.

“Yeah, I really wish I was joking here,” said Elan gravely. “This is as uncomfortable for me as it must be for you.”

Rhiannon's laughter deflated immediately. It would’ve been comical in any other context. “Wait, you actually knocked up your boyfriend?! B-but that’s not how that works?! That’s not how any of that works!”

“It, uh, it kind of does,” said Elan. He showed her a page he'd bookmarked on his phone. He was doing his best to keep up with Doctor Larson's prenatal resources between the rest of his homework, but he could only digest all this medical stuff in small chunks. All those diagrams made it feel too real. Besides, it's not like bio was ever my best subject... “Look. This is gonna be me in eight months.”

Rhiannon’s eyebrows disappeared into her voluminous mane. Elan tried not to notice her eyes were blue like his. Like his father. “So you’re actually forreal on this, huh. But why do you need me in this equation?”

Elan and Calig shared a look.

Do we tell her? What if she tells someone else?

I think we have to. We haven’t gotten this far with anyone else.

You or me?

Best it’s you, I think. Unless you need me to do it.

Elan steadied himself. “Well, the issue is that there’s a chance that the pups, uh, aren’t Calig’s. I won’t know the species until I start to show, and if we find out I’ve got Growlithe pups instead of Vulpixes or Houndours… well, things are gonna get complicated real quick.”

“Oh and it’s not complicated now?” said Rhiannon skeptically. “But why is this my potential problem and not daddy number two's? Is he a deadbeat? Is he not in the picture? He didn’t hurt you or someone else, did he? Because if he did, tell me his name so he doesn’t get a chance to fuck around with any of my friends!”

“No, the other dad is around," Elan said as he tried to conceal his relief. Even being concerned was more than he could have hoped for. "It’s just that if it gets out that we’ve been fooling around I’m gonna be in deep shit.”

“You better start explaining quick, then," Rhiannon scowled. "It sounds like you're asking me to fool around behind someone's back. I’m poly but I’m not a cheater."

"We're not asking you to cheat," Calig said diplomatically. "Just, uh, y'know—"

"Pretending to cheat isn't any better," interjected Rhiannon. "You better start fuckin’ explaining exactly why you can’t go public with the guy who’s fucked a puppy in you. Especially because he’s supposedly in the picture.”

“You gotta promise not to tell, even if you don’t agree to our offer,” pleaded Elan. His tails swished erratically. He wished he had more leverage than buying Rhiannon a single latte. Every person who learned the secret was a liability.

“I don’t kiss and tell. Or is it coffee and tell? Well, whatever this is, I value my own privacy and by extension that means I value yours,” said Rhiannon.

Despite the reassurance, Elan struggled to form words. Why was this so hard? Telling Calig about that night last year was so easy, but this? He glanced at his boyfriend, pleading. Calig nodded.

“The other potential sire is Elan’s dad, who’s an Arcanine. We’ve both been having an affair with him for a year. And yeah, it’s been behind his wife’s back. That’s why we’re so worried that Elan might be carrying Growlithes. We need someone to pretend to be part of a throuple until Elan has the kids,” Calig said. It was so matter of fact. Undeniable...

Rhiannon’s eyes widened and she leaned back a little on her stool. “Well you really screwed the Poochyena on this one, huh.”

“Yeah, we did,” Elan chuckled grimly.

Rhiannon’s crossed her arms over her chest. “So when y’all gonna tell mother dearest about all this?”

“That's the neat part. We don’t,” Elan said. The forced joke made his insides sink. “At least, that's what we're trying for. I can’t imagine any scenario that wouldn't shatter Mom and Dad's marriage if this got out.”

“Nope. Sorry, boys, i absolutely can’t help you about this one," the Arcanine grunted. Golden fire, the same color as Aideen's, danced at the corners of her mouth. "Even if I was okay with this— whatever this is, you’re a little late to be asking me. I got bottom surgery freshman year and I’ve spent the time since being extremely not shy about the fact. Your story won't hold much water if mother dearest starts snooping around my social media."

"Fair enough,” said Calig. He and Elan shared a look. "Remember the grilling she put me through when she found out we were dating?"

“Yeah” said Elan meekly. Coulda been worse, all things considered. "Sorry to waste your time, Rhiannon."

Rhiannon shrugged her fluffy shoulders. “I wouldn’t call twenty minutes of my life and a free coffee a waste of time. The conversation has certainly be interesting. But, before I head out, can I offer you some advice?”

“Uh, sure?” said Elan, nonplussed.

“You’re not gonna get out of this without your mother figuring things out, Elan. You can unicorn hunt all you like but even if you find another Arcanine to be a beard for you, eight months is a long time to keep this lie up. And the longer it goes the worse it’ll be when it finally gets out.” Rhiannon’s kind demeanor did not blunt her rebuke.

“I… you’re right,” said Elan. He kept going before he could stop himself. “I just don’t know how to explain it to her. I don’t know if I even can— you’re… you’re not gonna tell her yourself, are you?”

“How? I don’t know her. I don't even know your last name,” shrugged Rhiannon. She shouldered her bag with a huff. “Besides, I meant what I said about privacy. This is firmly a you problem. But... when things finally are out in the open give me a call sometime. I bet you two could be a fun time together.”

Calig and Elan watched the ‘Arc stride away, black dress aflutter. Calig looked disappointed, but Elan winked. “She’s pretty cute, Cal. Very assertive, too.”

“Oh are you startin’ to like girls after all, Elan?” said Calig. Despite the circumstance his cocksure smile threatened to overtake his muzzle.

“She’s not exactly my type, but anyone who makes your tail wag like that is worth a second look.” Calig flushed while Elan checked his phone. “Now what? What's your day today, hon?”

“Class in half an hour,” said Calig. “Wanna meet back here after your studio time? Doctor Larson said you should start doing more core exercises and the gym won’t be busy then.”

“Yeah,” nodded Elan. He leaned in so Calig could kiss his cheek. “See you then, hon. Love you.”

“Love you too, Babygirl.”

…Several Hours Later…

Elan was listening to a lecture he'd recorded earlier in the day, but all he could hear was his own paws thudding against the treadmill. He never seemed to be able to remember a lecture without hearing it a second time. Remembering names and dates was the hardest. At least it was art history: that was so much better than memorizing who killed who on what date during which war. But enthusiasm for the subject wasn't enough; his mind kept drifting back to everything else.

Dr. Larson said that the elliptical would be better than walking in the long term, but right now Elan couldn’t be bothered with those machines. All those moving parts were so much more precarious for a Ninetales. He’d long grown used to keeping them out of his way most times, but he couldn’t enjoy music or a podcast on an elliptical. All his focus had to be dedicated to don’t drop your tails don’t drop your tails don’t drop your tails. It was a mistake he’d made once. Ideally, only once.

It was late, the gym was empty, but Elan preferred it that way. Working out with an audience was way less hot than the pornos lead him to believe, but he had gained weight. Doctor Larson assured him that it was perfectly natural for his body to crave calories now that he was eating for the kits. And of course Calig and Tyson both insisted that it was going straight to his ass and made him hotter. But no amount of reassurance helped when half his wardrobe was too tight now. He’d never really had to worry about his weight before this. He’d always just eaten when he was hungry and walked or cycled most places. The twink-ificiation just happened on its own.

He glanced over to Calig. The 'Doom jogged briskly with barely a puff. He’d been a big help at least. He really did work for all that twunk, and Arceus, did it show when he topped. Elan upped the speed on his treadmill from a plod to a power walk. He couldn't get completely left behind, after all. A familiar staccato trill made his ears perk. A moment later, Calig’s pocket chimed too.

The pair slowed and unlocked their phones. Their home screens had an entire folder dedicated to dating apps: they’d signed up for each and every one they could find and even paid for some visibility. All that mattered was finding someone, anyone, to go along with their plan. Ideally not too crazy. Then they'd end up the feature of a true crime podcast hosted by two goth girls doing their makeup. Not that they'd had any luck finding anyone. At least he found some local hot people to swap nudes with…

User-WeightedBlanket05:

I see you~

User-009WantsUrGrowlithes:

UwU but do you see us both?

User-WeightedBlanket05:

Maybe, but I like what I do see ;)

_ ~009WantsUrGrowlithes has added _ User-B0rkB0rkBolganone: _ to the chat~ _

User-B0rkB0rkBolganone:

How about now?

User-WeightedBlanket05:

Oh I def like what I see. What about you?

Both phones chimed. The selfie made Elan’s jaw drop. The treadmill died under his feet as the safety key yanked from its socket. The ‘Nines had forgotten to keep walking. The Arcanine so tall that his ears brushed against the top of the door frame. He was a shiny, with lustrous cinnamon fur that faded to a sunset glow. The stripes and dark underfur on his arms and belly were a loamy brown that was almost black. He wore a simple grey tank and shorts that matched his eyes. The fabric was strategically thin and stretched temptingly over his belly and bulge. Everything about him just screamed "soft." Weighted Blanket indeed...

Calig cut the speed on his treadmill and slid next to Elan. The two nodded in unison. Would.

User-009WantsUrGrowlithes:

We like! We like a LOT!

User-B0rkB0rkBolganone:

We just finished cooling down, felt like a shower~

User-WeightedBlanket05:

Way ahead of you, sluts

The pair rushed to gather their things into their gym bag. He glanced again towards Calig then back to the door. “Damn, he’s hot. Maybe this time we don’t open on the 'wanna be a dad' bit?”

“I mean our profiles are honest about the fact we’re looking for a third. He hit us up knowing we’re a package deal. Nothing wrong with getting a taste before we ask for commitment,” said Calig, leading the way to the locker room. It was empty, except for the mysterious 'Arc.

“Seat’s taken, but you can have this one if you like." The eponymous "WeightedBlanket" found a bench in the showers large enough to let him spread out supine over a towel. His belly rippled when he patted his thigh. “You can call me Owyn, by the way.”

“Here,” said Calig. He had procured his and Elan’s towels from their gym bags and tossed them to the Arc. “That’ll make things more comfortable for you. I’m Calig, and that’s Elan.”

“Nice, nice,” said Owyn. He caught the slightly damp, towels and inhaled them. “And I don't even need to ask which belongs to which. I can smell a needy bottom from a mile away.”

Elan swished his tails bashfully. The prenatal hormone regimen had changed how he smelled, doubly so when he was sweaty or horny. His nose had gotten more sensitive, too. The shower’s mildew-y air couldn't cover Owyn's scent: smoke and cinnamon mingling with masculine musk. The 'Nines had started to tent the moment Owyn sent the selfie but he couldn't help but notice how much bigger Owyn's bulge was in person.

“Mmmm and I can smell a stud all the way over here. Just get back from a run, handsome?” said Elan. His voice had naturally pitched up to his most seductive purr, just one step away from the voice that he saved only for Calig and Tyson.

“Naw, was plowing a cute ‘lil bunnyboi and thought I'd get a workout in while I already stink,” Owyn smirked when he saw Elan quaver needily.

“Oh, you know Adriel,” said Calig cordially. “I ate him out at a party once.”

“How about we save the small talk for while we’re waiting for our knots to go down,” said Elan. He was practically salivated but remembered his manners an inch away from Owyn's fur.

“Explore all you like, the both of you. Here, you’re gonna wanna use my lube,” He tossed a massive bottle at Calig.

Calig caught it deftly. “Oh we know this brand intimately, trust us.”

Elan was far more interested in ridding Owyn of his tank top. He dug his fingers into the fluff of exposed tummy. Their lips brushed against supple fluff but Elan’s muzzle quickly found the layer of firm muscle that backed it.

“Mmmmmm, strong and soft,” giggled Elan. Owyn's texture was transfixing. Surprisingly it was nothing like Tyson's: Tyson had slightly rough feel to his fluff, like weathered denim, while Owyn felt more… The only word was comfy. Flannel came to mind.

“Oh do my lil kit-kat snacks like their boys with more to love after all,” grinned Owyn. “Well, what’s stopping you, beanpole? There’s more than enough room for both of ‘ya!”

“Don’t mind if I do,” huffed Calig. He and Elan kissed up and down Owyn's torso. They moved in opposite directions but when they met in the middle they'd take a moment to kiss each other before returning to the firedog. Owyn had a weakness for tummy rubs like Elan and would exhale a puff of umber flame whenever the two found a sweet spot. A sudden draft across Elan’s back told him that he wasn’t wearing his gym clothes anymore, but he didn't remember undressing.

Owyn was the one who wasn't naked now. Elan moved to rectify that, but his eyes widened when he saw what was underneath those shorts. He didn't realize his fingers had let go of the waistband and it snapped back over the enormous sheath that it had concealed. “Holy Arceus… y-you’re… that’s?!”

“Yeah, it’s real,” smirked Owyn. He helpfully yanked away the last of his clothes so they looped around one ankle.

“You’re a hyper,” said Calig in disbelief. He and Elan reached down on instinct to give the puffy sheath a squeeze.

“In the flesh,” beamed Owyn. “Is that jealousy or hunger I detect in you, Calig.”

“Just cause I’m a top don’t mean I won’t suck cock,” said Calig. He caressed Elan under the chin with two clawed nails. “And what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t suck off this 'lil cutie for being such a good girl?"

"Well aren't you two just adorable together?" teased Owyn. "Let's stop wasting time and give Elan his treats.”

"Make some room, then, big guy," said Calig. He swung his leg over the bench and scooted up to Owyn so their sheaths kissed. He grabbed a fistful of the 'Arc's mane and pushed him into a deeper recline on the bench. They both looked to Elan, but the Ninetales stood dumbstruck with his brain trickling out of his ears. Calig, his handsome Calig, looked so… teensy next to Owyn. The ‘Arc was a whole two heads taller than Cal, not to mention how bulky he was in contrast to the wiry dark-type.

Elan needed only a moment to recalibrate. The promise of good dick had that effect on him. Their tips poked from their sheaths. Cal had never failed to satisfy Elan before, but Owyn was a whole different breed! A true, blue, hyper… Elan had always wanted to test himself. A hand reached out, one for Calig, one for Owyn, and gently coaxed them to erection inch by inch by glorious inch.

“Fuck, if that’s just his hands, what the rest of that fox do,” squirmed Owyn. He got hard extraordinarily fast. His balls were heavy, fragrant, and far too big for his hands to work with properly, so Elan used his tails instead. Even at half mast both Owyn and Cal were leaking. A small pool of their pre formed in the valley between their nuts.

“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, bragged Calig. The ‘Doom waved what must’ve been a two-liter bottle of lube in front of the Ninetales to redirect his attention away from good dick. “Hey baby, heads up! You’ve got work to do.”

“On it, handsome,” purred Elan. He held out his hands and let Calig pour the stuff till it piled in his palms and overflowed onto the shafts below. Both males gasped at the contact of cool liquid. A hearty twitch from Owyn sent a grape-sized bead of pre splattered on Elan’s bangs. The fox giggled and sent blue sparks dancing over his fingers so the lube would be a better temperature. He started prepping Cal first, he had business with Owyn.

In an act of ambition bordering on hubris Elan managed to wrap his lips around the massive black tip. The leakage was prodigious, and the ‘Nines had no hope of swallowing it all. It dribbled from his chin and the corners of his mouth, but all Elan cared about was getting another centimeter of ‘Arc cock deeper into his throat. Elan's eyes meet Calig’s as he took his time to linger over the tip before taking another dip down. He blinked, a wordless exchange.

You think it’ll work, Cal?

If anyone can, it’ll be you Babygirl!

“Mmm, guess I won’t need dinner tonight,” giggled Elan. He had positioned himself between Cal and Owyn beneath the shadow cast by Arc's cock. He cupped his hands on the underside of Owyn's shaft, right where the knot had formed “You’re both soooooo productive! I can’t imagine how good it’d feel to have you fill me uuuuuup!”

“That’s my good girl. Show this stud how good you treat me.” Calig’s whip tail ruffled Elan’s hair encouragingly.

“Oh, fuck! keep all this up and I’m gonna bust,” moaned Owyn. He had his arms above his head as he braced against the wall behind him. His knot was throbbing so hard that Elan could see it pulse!

“Don’t you dare! We haven’t gotten you all dolled up for nothing,” barked Calig. The ‘Doom held out a hand and offered it to Elan so that he could stand. The Ninetales glanced from Cal to Owyn before mounting the 'Arc in a swish of tails.

Owyn cracked a patronizing smile. “I know you’re good you’d have no way of taking the whol—”

“—I can take it!” Elan’s voice cut through the musky steam that clouded locker room.

_ “WHAT?!” _ Calig and Owyn both gaped at Elan.

“Cal, he looks about twice as big as you and Ty. If I can take both of you…” Elan ran a single finger up the underside of Owyn's length, making the 'Arc shudder. “I’m ready, Cal.”

Calig extracted a small prostate stim from Elan's tailhole. Since he’d started his prenatal hormones, his body began secreting natural lubrication. According to Dr. Larson it had antiseptic properties and was a way to keep his womb safe from contaminants in his digestive track. It actually made prepping much easier, but he also got into the habit of always being plugged since the flow was linked to his arousal. Calig had actually ruined a pair of Elan’s pants after he spent an hour and a half sending Elan covert nudes during class.

“Oh, so you don't leave the house without bottom prep? You’re a professional slut, huh?” said Owyn when he saw the extracted toy. “I wonder how many boys have your Lovense code, Kitsy.”

“Only one,” giggled Elan. “But maybe if I’m a good girl I’ll get to share it with another.”

“Show me what you can do then, cutie. Take it nice and easy. Let gravity do the hard work and focus on what your body’s saying to you. Got it?” coached Owyn.

“That's adorable, you’re acting like I’ve never taken a fat cock in my life before,” smirked Elan. He raised his rump to take Owyn, one tail wrapped around the shaft. But the moves that normally worked a charm on Tyson and Calig weren't sufficient. He needed to lean deep into Owyn's fluff so that they both lay flat across the bench before his ass was high enough to start guiding the tip in.

“T-take it ea AaAaAaAaAAaaaaaHHHH! Take i-it eassssy, kit,” gasped Owyn.

"Heh! A-and you said this’d be h-haaaaard,” Elan mewled. It was a lot, but the lube was doing its work. Owyn was so warm that it helped his body unclench. The foxboy's cock was striping their bellies with pre. Whenever it twitched it would bounce against the growing bulge forming in his abdomen. He wiggled his hips and took another inch, then another.

“Fuck you’re sexy when you’re getting your insides rearranged,” panted Calig. He hand one hand protectively on Elan’s thigh. Gently, he guided his boyfriend lower over Owyn jerking himself off. His hand moved in time with Elan's sinking rump, his strokes almost meditative.

“Ah! Ah fuuuuUUUUCK that’s goooood,” moaned Owyn. His hips bucked once and Calig needed to fling his arms around Elan to prevent the Ninetales from being launched off his seat. “S-ssorry! D-didn’t mean—”

"Don't worry about it," soothed a bedraggled Elan. He was so aroused now he could smell his own scent, sweet and hormonal and cutting through the other two's earthier musk. He was over halfway down now. He knew he could do it. Just a little more and—

“Holy fuck,” groaned Owyn in blissful disbelief. “Fuuuuuck you’re hilted to the knoooot… the last time… last time someone— oh fuuuuck.”

“S-see? Told you!” squeaked Elan. He could feel the hyper knot throbbing against his tailhole. Every stray twitch hit his insides like a thrust that took his breath away.

“Good girl,” said Calig, glowing with the pride of seeing his slut so full of dog dick. He ran one hand over the bulge in Elan's belly and all three moaned.

“Ready for the real fun, handsome,” purred Elan. He didn't give Owyn time to answer and instead leaned in for a deep kiss that left them wrestling tongues.

“A-almost,” huffed the 'Arc when they finally broke apart. “Get behind me, Bones, I wanna feel what this cutie is getting at home. Just so I know what I’m competing with.”

“So much for ‘I’m not normally a bottom,’ huh? Or is your bio online just bravado?” teased Calig. He gave Owyn’s belly a playful scritch before pulling apart the tangle of tails concealed Owyn's rump. He slid forward on the bench and Elan had to cling tight to Owyn while the 'Arc wriggled beneath him.

“Mmmph… aaaAaAaAaaaahhhhh fuck! Oh yeeeaaaaah kitsy you’re gettin’ the good good from him, aren’tcha?" grunted Owyn.

“Only the best from my good boy,” said Elan. He devolved into a giggles as the “g-word” made both canines wag their tails. “You ready back there, Calig?”

Calig's hand impacted Elan's ass with a sharp crack. The Ninetales yelped playfully and lifted his hips. Feeling even a few inches of Owyn slide out of him felt like exhaling after holding his breath underwater, but Elan quickly adjusted and worked his hips into a vigorous bounce. The three started at their own pace but the trio felt the their bodies fall into a rhythm with ever slap of knot against cheeks till even their panting blended together.

“Oooooh FuUuUuUuUcK,” mewled Elan He was losing feeling in his legs fast and needed to use his tails to stop him from toppling off the side of the bench! Every impact made his cock bounce against Owyn's tummy like a pillowy kickdrum. “Fuuuuuuuck Owyn you’re so huuuuuuge! I’m so fuuuuullllllll! So full of cock!”

“T-takin’ it like a champ, cutie,” encouraged Calig. He’d slid his arms under Owyn’s hips and lifted them into the air for better access to his rump. His arms were spread wide in a bear hug so that Elan was squeezed on either side by the Arcanine’s legs. The Houndoom’s hands had just enough reach to entangle his fingers into the fluff of Elan’s hips as the ‘Nines bounced away in time with Calig’s thrusts.

“Me or him,” grunted Owyn before he succumbed to a high puppy whimper that didn't match his gravely baritone at all.

“Who’s counting?” smirked Calig. Their tempo picked up by half a beat which stymied further banter for a moment. They could feel each other getting closer!

“Cal, h-h-help meeeee,” mewled Elan, not missing a beat even as he shivered in anticipated climax.

“Don’t overdo it,” hissed Calig in Elan’s ear, hoping Owyn was too preoccupied to hear.

“I h-haaaave to,” panted Elan. “I-if we’re too goo- I mea- He’s toooo gooooood! I gotta taaaake it!! I gotta gotta gotta gottaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAA!”

Calig huffed in understanding. Apple-red flames bloomed from his nostrils. He let Owyn’s legs drop to the floor so that the ‘Arc could thrust upward uninhibited. They moved as one: Calig pushed forward till his knot stretched out Owyn’s ring, which aided Owyn’s upward thrust. Elan's rump came hurtling down at the same time. Calig got a front row seat to his boyfriend being spread wider and wider by that bestial black knot until he was so close to cumming he couldn’t see straight. All he could sense was the pulses of pure ecstasy coursing through their interlinked bodies and primal instinct urging him forward, deeper, harder, harder, HARDER!!!

The three horndogs heard the sharp _ -POP!- _ of the dual tie cut through their combined howls. Owyn and Calig curled their backs and bayed to the over-bright fluorescent lights while Elan collapsed across Owyn's chest writhing in bliss. The Ninetales barely felt Calig’s love bite or his own member shooting more loads than he ever had before! The only thing he properly registered was the intense TIGHTNESS that was overtaking his whole lower-half! The massive shaft pushing at the underside of his abdomen was the pulsing-pounding-throbbing of Owyn’s climax. The thickest ropes of cum Elan had ever felt painted his insides and pooling deep inside him! He’d never felt so heavy!

Elan blinked. He tried to moan but felt the sound catch in his chest and deflated into a prolonged, feeble squeak. When he opened his eyes, he wasn’t sure if a second or a century had just passed. He shook his head that did nothing to clear the sea of stars clouding his vision.

Owyn reached out to give Elan an affirming pat, but the sound that his hand made was what the Ninetales snap back to coherence. Instead of the gentle smack of hand on flesh, the impact made Elan _ slosh. _ The noise was so deep and heavy that he could feel the impact ripple over the surface of his belly.

“H-hey that - EEP! - that tickles,” squeaked Elan. His knot throbbed against the underside of his swollen middle and he shot another rope over Owyn.

“Heh heh, you’re glowing, kitsy! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me,” said Owyn thickly. A sloppy grin was plastered on a face painted by Elan's stripes. Elan and Calig shared a look. Owyn gave Elan another pat, thinking that the two didn’t get the joke. “So cutie, when are ‘ya due?”

Elan and Calig exploded into laughter. Their mirth was hysteric, equal parts disbelief and euphoria. It wracked their bodies so that Calig had to cling to Elan’s shoulders while he squirmed on that huge knot. Owyn keened beneath him. By the time they had calmed down Elan's face was streaked with tears.

“Fuck, guys, I’m not that funny,” said Owyn bemusedly. Another aftershock made him twist beneath femboy rump.

“Arceus, Owyn, you have no idea,” panted Calig. His shoulders shook as he suppressed another explosion.

“Well why don’t ‘ya explain it to me?” Grinned Owyn. He shook Elan's belly again so the foxboy shot a final spurt. The firedog’s canine tongue snaked out and slurped whatever mess he could reach with relish. “Not like we aren’t gonna be here for a while, right?”

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