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…Week Five…

Elan had his paws curled underneath his yellow miniskirt as he scrolled through his assigned reading. It was for his costuming class next Monday. He’d learn to love clothes and sewing back in high school but this textbook was making him reconsider if that was still true. There was something about studying for a test that sucked the joy out of everything. Arceus above, I’m really gonna have to memorize all these stitch patterns just to satiate the suspension of disbelief of one pervert obsessed with period-accurate cross-stitching. Then again, I'm one of those perverts…

One tail was coiled around a jar of pickles. Elan unscrewed it and delicately fished the umpteenth pickle spear of the night out of the jar. A second, empty jar was sitting on the coffee table nearby. The Ninetales had been feeling queasy lately and there was something about the tang of brine that helped settle his stomach. I hope it’s not the dorm food… Aideen was an excellent cook and growing up with her as a parent made Elan used to being well-fed. How could a cafeteria hope to compete, really? Still, Elan had hoped he’d adjusted to the food at FlyntU by now: chronic tummy aches would make his life as a needy bottom a lot less fun.

The Ninetales crunched another pickle but realized that he’d just read the same paragraph three times in a row. Maybe it was time to give the homework up as a bad job. Speaking of needy.... He checked his clock on his taskbar: 2am. He and Calig had both been invited to a party to celebrate getting through their first full month of the semester but Elan had been feeling too ill when it was time to go. The Ninetales was still wearing the mesh top, canary yellow skirt, and matching thong and stockings: a sad token of his canceled plans. Calig was insistent that he was perfectly happy to spend a night in with him but Elan was just as insistent that the Houndoom shouldn’t be denied the chance for a good time just because he wasn’t feeling 100%.

Still, he said he’d be back soon…

_ WHAM!! _

“HEY BAAABE I’M - HIC!- HOME!”

Right on cue, silly pup.

“Elan b-baby you ha- HIC!-have nooooooo idea whatchu missed,” giggled Calig. The twunky Houndoom had a half-empty tallboy in his hand as he staggered to Elan’s spot on the couch. He was missing the jacket he’d left the apartment with, leaving his skin-tight tank as the only thing covering his chest. His gait wasn’t just impeded by alcohol: the hound had failed to notice that his shorts were tangled around his thighs.

The state of disarray left Calig’s balls and cock swinging in the wind. His shaft was half-limp but his knot was fully inflated. A condom weighed down by a heavy load of puppy batter hung for dear life from the end. Calig staggered towards the couch. “Babe it was wiiiiiiild like yo -\ **HIC!* *- ‘ya wouldn’t believe! A cute Lopunny dared me to eat his pussy on the couch in front of everyone and I TOTALLY did IT!”

“Sounds like you had lots of fun,” said Elan. He pulled his tails up so Calig could flop backwards onto the couch.

“Yeah, missed’chu tho.”

“Missed you too, stud.” Elan reached out and pet Calig behind his horns. His whip-tail whapped against dusty cushions.

“You d-didn’t eve - HIC! - even let me get to the good part,” whined Calig even as he panted, tongue lolling and one leg kicking instinctively from getting the Good Scritchies. He paused to take a swing of his beer.

Elan sniffed. Arceus, the boy was cute but he REEKED right now. “Calig, do you remember how much you drank tonight?”

“S’m beers… There were jello shots too. Did a two of those. But I was good and drank water like ya told me, babe!”

“Good boy,” smiled Elan and gave his firepup a belly rub. The tail thumping got faster. “Hon, you left your jacket at the party. And did you know you walked all the way across campus with your dick out?”

“Aw shit.”

“You didn’t know your dick was swinging in the wind?!”

“No, I knew that! But I liked that hoodie! Hope no one takes it.”

Elan blinked once. “So what inspired you to walk a mile and a half rocking out with your cock out?"

“Well I’d tell ya if y’stahp interrupting me!” Calig’s smile widened and he took another swig of his beer. “I was fuckin’ ‘em so good at the p-party and I was still hard when we were done, sssho I ‘tot I’d take tha good dick home so ‘ya could have some too!”

“Calig baby that’s so sweet,” sighed Elan. “So who else did you fuck good after eating out the cute bunnyboi?!”

“Sooooooo many,” said Calig, his face twisting into a sloppy grin at the thought. His cock twitched so hard that it thumped against the couch. “First was that Lopunny… Cute ‘lil sho - HIC! - shortstack! He had hips like you wouldn’t believe and peeeeeerky lil tits! Dared me to eat him out in front of everyone so I said ‘hell yeah’ and spread his legs riiiight on th- HIC! - right on tha’couch!”

“Ooooh! How many people didja get to watch?” Elan asked, eager to indulge Cal's exhibitionist streak.

“Like, at least twenty!” Calig spread his arms out wide to show just how many other people must’ve been crowding around the fabled pussy-eating couch! “And then, babe, you’ve got nooooo idea what happened next!”

“What happened next?”

“A cute Mudsdale ate my ass,” giggled Calig. “Aaaaaaaaaand a Kadabra sucked my cock!”

“Calig, you’re a bad liar when you’re drunk,” scoffed Elan. He booped the ‘Doom playfully and Calig snorted. “Were you all at least safe?”

“Not lying,” said Calig petulantly. “And of course, babe. Condoms and dental dams all ‘round.”

“So how’d all four of you fit on the couch?” said Elan, further teasing his boo.

“Well… the Kadabra girl was on ‘er knees sucking dick and jorkin’ the 'Muds, and I was on my side with my leg out so the filly could get at my hole better!” Calig turned on the couch to show Elan just how such an arrangement was possible. Elan eyes were drawn to overloaded condom that was still bouncing away! “And then I just took that bunnyboi and—”

Calig’s hands shot out to snatch Elan by the hips! The ‘Nine let out a little squeak of surprise as his bottom was pulled out from under him. Calig’s snout hurtled towards Elan’s panties! But as the femboi fox was flipped over, something inside him swooped threateningly! The breath from Calig’s muzzle hit Elan’s nose like a miasma! It was saturated with the stench of cheap bear and sweaty boypussy, “C-Calig! Stop, please Calig!”

The drunken Houndoom needed an extra beat to react in time. Elan felt his cool nose boop against his balls before he pulled away. “S-sorry baby, I didn’t mea- i mean… are you okay, luv?”

Elan sat up and put a hand to his muzzle. He felt the pickles in his belly rise and was caught off guard by how hard he had to fight to keep them from coming back up. “It’s - urk! - It’s alright, Calig, really. You kinda stink, babe, and not in the sexy way. How about you shower and brush your teeth and then we can fool around, okay? I’ll slip into something cute while you’re freshening up.”

Calig laid a hand gently on one of Elan’s thighs. “Sure thing. Shee you in a bit, alright?” He managed to sit himself up and shuffle off towards the too-small bathroom upstairs.

The Ninetales waited for the click of the door. Then he sprung from the couch and dashed to the kitchen sink. His legs were quivering and he could feel his stomach squeezing against itself as he fought for his life to not be sick. He retched, but thankfully nothing came up.

Slowly, he breathed in through his nose and out though his mouth. He focused on the distant hiss of water coming from behind the bathroom door. He checked his reflection in the microwave. His face was nearly as green as the dress. The urge to throw up had passed (mostly) but his head would not stop spinning! What the hell is going on?! Sick _ and _ I’m dizzy too?! What’s wrong with me tonight?!

He walked to the fridge and cracked open a can of ginger ale. Calig had picked some up for Elan the first time he’d started feeling queasy but necessity demanded it becoming a regular part of their grocery runs. The sweetness and the bubbles had helped. Whatever had overtaken him seemed to be passing, and his legs were steady enough that he could head back to the bedroom just as the sounds of the shower ceased.

Hastily, Elan found the lacy bra and camisole that matched the rest of his outfit and pulled it over his chest. He plucked at his chest tuft so that the fur would spill over the top of bust, and just managed to splay himself over the bed in an arrangement of limbs and tails that he hoped looked a lot sexier than he was currently feeling.

“Hehe, hey ther- HIC!-hey thar cutie.” Calig was leaning against the door frame of the bedroom with a towel around his waist. His cock was poking between the folds but the condom was gone.

“Hey there, stud,” giggled Elan. He swished his tails over the bedspread. In an instant Calig was at the foot of the bed. The firedog kissed his way up one of the Nine’s legs. The foreplay was one of the nicest things about having their own place: they so rarely had the chance to take their time when their trysts were confined to their bedrooms or the backseat of Calig’s beat up car.

Calig’s lips traveled further north until he found the Ninetales’ bulge under the skirt. Elan felt his sheath plump against the thin fabric, but Calig didn’t linger. He had already moved on to kissing at Elan’s tummy. He was so strong! His hands pressed against plump thighs. ”Your freshman fifteen went straight to your hips, Babygirl.”

“Calig stop it, you’re embarrassing me,” blushed Elan.

“Why? It looks good on you,” said Calig as he started kissing at the gently plush of his boyfriend’s tummy. His hands squeezed even harder against the Nine’s rump. “They’re called love handles for a reason, ya’know.”

“You’re the worst, you know that?”

“Love you too, sexy.” Calig lurched on top of Elan, leaning just a little too heavily on the 'Nines while he ground their hips together. But he stopped when Elan held up a single finger. “Oh? What’s up babe?”

“Sorry,” Elan glanced away from Calig’s eyes that smoldered crimson in the darkness. He always felt guilty when he had to cancel bottoming on short notice. His damn body was conspiring against them both.

“Ts’allright. We c’ndo somethin else,” said Calig. Elan felt his anxiety washing away as Calig began to smooch along the fox’s tummy. Calig’s sharp smile glimmered in front of Elan before he went back for more, his tail wagging. “See? I kissy! Make all better!”

“Thanks, hon,” mumbled Elan.

Calig grunted an affirmative. He nuzzled at the tuft of fluff that spilled from the bust of Elan's yellow camisole. When the ‘Doom’s lips or nose brushed against Elan's nipples he squirmed. They’d been extra sensitive lately despite the fact that Elan hadn’t liked nipple play much before. Calig didn’t linger for long, though. His kisses left a damp trail of puppy slobber over his fur. Their tails wagged together until they tangled up with each other and they had to yank them apart.

The firedog’s hips began to grind haltingly against Elan. He was still hard even after staggering home and showering! Whiskey dick? Never heard of her! He was dripping pre too, so that every stroke of his hips left musky lines over the Nine’s tenting skirt and exposed tummy. It smelled even more pungent than normal, but in a good way.

“F-fuck babe y-you lo- HIC!-look good in yellow. M-might be a ne-\ **HIC*!*-new fav,” panted Calig. He was blinking fast to keep Elan in focus. Not even alcohol could stop Elan from being irresistible to Cal. The thought made the foxboi glow, self-satisfied.

“You say that- mmph -about every- huff -color I wear.” said Elan between kisses that tasted of smoke and peppery mouthwash.

“Maybe ish not the dress that makes'chu sexy. My hot girlyboi slut fox,” growled Calig as he thrust against his boyf again. Elan could feel himself tenting, lifting the hem of his skirt. The elastic of his panties snapped beneath his sheath when he reached full hardness.

“Stop fooling around and paint my face you sexy dogboy stud,” growled Elan as he embraced Cal with arms, legs, and all nine of his tails.

Calig huffed. Elan felt the warmth of his lover’s hand press their lengths together. He stroked once, from their burgeoning knots up to their quivering tips before coming back down. Elan’s panties snapped sharply when one of the bones on Cal's wrist caught on them. The firedog was asynchronous and clumsy in the dark but all the more intense for it.

“You’re doing amazing, Calig,” mewled Elan, doing his best to keep up with Calig’s thrusts. It was all so much: His boyfriend’s wet, hot breath on the crook of his neck and their chests heaved against each other! “C-Caligggggg—”

Elan’s moan was cut short by a kiss. They partook ravenously of each other. Every throb of pleasure painted stripes of white that intermingled with each other, leaving the femboi with a crisscross of stains over his clothes, chest, and hair. Their climax reached its peak quickly but lingered between them like Calig’s smokey scent. Every time the boys thought they’d finished, a stray grind or twitch would yield another fitful spurt. They intertwined their fingers as their gyrations smeared more of the mess over Elan. And still they were kissing.

Calig broke the embrace first. He flopped onto his side, gasping for air. The two lay side by side, content to do nothing more. Something hard was poking against Elan’s thigh.

“Arceus, Calig! How’re you still hard?”

“Schnot m’fault,” mumbled the Houndoom. His voice was husky and warm as his fur. He began to idly roll his hips and push his half-hard erection between Elan’s lush thighs. “You’re t-toooo- HIC! -tooooooo shexy. And you smell good… ‘speshly when you smell like nut.”

Elan giggled and rolled helpfully so he could touch foreheads with Cal. “Ya’know you’re a real sweetie when you’re drunk. And somehow even more of a horndog. I feel bad I couldn’t do more tonight when you’re like this.”

“Tis’nawt your fault,” said Calig, sympathetically. “You’re sick.”

“Yeah,” said Elan. He squeezed one of Calig’s hands, the one that was wrapped up in a fistfull of the 'Nine’s chest fluff. “But it keeps happening… babe do you think there’s something wrong with me?”

“I’unno… maybe you’re pregnant,” said Calig. His voice quavered tipsily as he kissed Elan on the cheek. “You’d b-be cu-\ **HIC!* *-cute w-with a big b-baby bump!”

“Babe, I’m serious here, stop teasing!”

“So’m I,” chuckled Calig. He nuzzled against Elan’s shoulder and kissed sporadically between halting words.“Tumby’s upset, you’re bloated, you’re woooooozy, and’ja schmel like a b-bitch in he-\ **HIC!*-heat! Sssounds like y-you’re my p-pretty preggy boy stuffed fu-\ *HIC*!*-f-full of my p-pups!”

“You’re such a dope,” sighed Elan. He booped Calig on the nose again. “But you’re a cute dope. Especially when you clean up your messes like a good boy.”

Calig giggled and wagged his tail even harder at the praise. As he continued to kiss his ‘Nines Elan felt the firedog’s tongue drag over the sticky stripes on his fur and clothes. “F-ffuck you’re pretty, Elan.”

“And you’re just... perfect, Calig.”

"Y'think so?" Calig completed Elan's tongue bath and crawled clumsily back up the bed. Calig’s arms pressed against his Ninetales’ navel and pulled them clumsily for a cozy spooning session. Elan made such a good little spoon, even with Calig’s hard dick poking between his thighs. “Love you, Babygirl.”

“Love you too, sexy” murmured Elan. They laid together for a bit before a question nipped at the foxboi’s heels. “Sooo… did anyone see you on the way home?”

“Just your dad,” said Calig with a sly grin. He belched loudly and Elan ribbed him with his elbow. “H-hey th-\ **HIC*!*-tha hurts! He was on his rounds. Had to answer a call about some hooligan wandering around campus with his massive fuckin dog dick hanging out. We copped a feel for a bit in the bushes but he got paged for a noise complaint before we could finish.”

“Awww… unlucky. I’ll be sure to invite him over soon so you two can finish,” Elan giggled and squirmed as he imagined his dad staggering towards a rowdy party while trying to conceal his hard-on under his waistband. Elan was still deep in the afterglow. Despite all the night's troubles this couldn’t have been a more perfect ending. But there was something still bothering him. Something Calig had said.

“Hey babe… I know you were joking, but isn’t it bad if men test positive on a pregnancy test? Isn’t that I sign I'd have, like, turbo-cancer or something?” But the Houndoom was already snoring against his shoulder, doggy drool pooling on Elan’s cream-colored fur.

...Monday Afternoon...

Elan shifted awkwardly in his hoodie as he stepped into the cramped FlyntU health center. The haggard looking Audino attendant was on the phone, but she gestured towards the sign-in book and mouthed her question to Elan. Do you have an appointment?

Elan shook his head, waiting for her to shift her attention back to her call. When she did, he stepped into the discrete nook out of eyeshot of the main waiting area. The free campus pregnancy tests were kept there next to a cornucopia of condoms and multicolored pamphlets about every STD under the sun. He reached out to take one with a shaky hand and shiftily shoved it in his pocket.

It took an embarrassing amount of time for Elan to work up the nerve to pee. His eyes were fixated on the test's display screen. Every minute felt like hours. Finally, the little window start to change color…

+

A plus sign… can I really be? But what if I’m not?! Wouldn’t that be worse?

Elan gulped and left the restroom. He kept the positive test in his jacket pocket, hyper-aware that the scent of his own pee lingered around the thin plastic. But he couldn't discard this token of proof that something was wrong with him.

“We’re pretty booked today but I can help you make an appointment if you’re not feeling your best,” The Audino receptionist was looking a little scattered but her demeanor was warm. She proffered the calendar book to the Ninetales and gave her best matronly smile.

“I think it’s an emergency,” whispered Elan, as if the empty chairs in the waiting room could eavesdrop on him. “I, uh, I took a pregnancy test, and I’m a boy— I mean I was born a boy and I still tested positive! And isn’t that bad? Doesn’t tha—” Elan cut his babbling off and simply showed the receptionist the test that was in the pocket of his jacket. That big blue plus sign seemed brighter than neon.

“Take a seat hon. Who’re your emergency contacts? Give me their numbers, quick!” The Audino was already picking up the phone. Elan expected a laugh, disbelief, or to be yelled at for fooling around and wasting medical supplies. He'd have taken all three over this.

“Uh… my Dad… and my boyfriend.” Elan scribbled the numbers on a post-it note.

“Okay. Hang tight, dearie, I’m gonna call them up and we’ll get you in the hospital shuttle in half an hour. Do you have any more classes this afternoon? Which professors should I send a note to?”

Elan slumped into the nearest chair. He didn’t hear himself reply but he felt his mouth move. What the hell was happening to him?!

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