Sibirskaia XXX
Author's Notes, and Preface:
What follows is a non-canon, 'What If?' chapter of Sibirskaia. The events of this chapter DO NOT happen in the story. This is just a meaningless bit of fun and fluff.
When I was originally planning Sibirskaia, way back around the time I wrote the end of The Masters and A Warm Bed, I imagined a very different ending than the one I ultimately wrote and released.
As I worked my way through writing Sibirskaia, though, a lot changed. Some things I had originally planned to write got cut out completely...while other things came about, which I had never intended to write, at all. As such, by the time I reached the end of Sibirskaia, my original plans for the finale no longer worked. They didn't fit the characters, their lives, or their personalities. They made no sense with recent events. And they were, honestly, a bit of an insult to the serious tone the story had begun to take. So, I came up with an entirely different ending: the chapter which you now know as "Sibirskaia: Back to the Start."
However, the plans for my original ending still existed: a chapter I intended to call "What's Worth Fighting For," but which I will now simply call "Chapter XXX." It's not a long chapter...it's not as polished or as detailed as it would have been if I'd written it to be the actual finale...and it's really nothing more than blatant pornography. But it's a fun little adventure, nonetheless: a final showing for our characters, and a showcase of how things could have been.
This is a glimpse at a slightly different Sibirskaia...
A Sibirskaia where Hunter & Elliot only had a threesome with Mic after the cheating incident, but never became a completely open couple. Where Hunter agreed to let Elliot fool around with his dad, but only on the condition that the tiger might later be involved. And where Hunter and Elliot never broke up!
A Sibirskaia where Brandon was never fleshed out as a character or revealed to be Tony's nephew...and was, instead, just a generic bully. Where, instead of Mic figuring out the truth about Jeff's home life and Elliot's interactions with Kris & Will, only to keep it to himself...he was blatantly told the truth near the end of the tale. Where James's flirting with Mic had been much more prevalent. Where Scott had flirted with the hyena, too. And where Viri and Donald didn't even exist...
A Sibirskaia where Kiliona Anoa'i was never anything more than Will's old boss. Where Stan's sexuality was more ambiguous, and his experimentation hadn't made him decide that he was 100% straight. And a Sibirskaia where Kris and Stephen never became a couple, because Kris was, instead, simply presented with the choice between Stephen and Josh...but never made up his mind.
This is the Sibirskaia that almost was. This is the Sibirskaia of Chapter XXX. This is the final curtain call for The Masters, The Hammonds, the Joneses, and the town of Sibirskaia. This is my raucous and raunchy thank you to all my fans who have stuck with me over the years.
And this is my goodbye...for now...
Enjoy!
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Sibirskaia Chapter XXX
(January 25th)
Victory.
A week ago, the boys of Sibirskaia had reigned victorious. Stan and James's media campaign had brought homophobia to heel. James's anti-bullying reform had been passed. Will & Aaron's old firm had been forced to change its practices. Robyn's parents had forced her paw. And Elliot and Jeffery had both come home.
Their villains defeated and their battles won, there was only one thing left to do...
...party!
And so, this Saturday evening, an old farm house which had once belonged to Dorothy Thurman, and which would one day belong to her grandson, was full to bursting. Kristoff, William, & Elliot Masters, Scott & Jeffery Hammond, Stan & Aaron Jones, James Callaway, Hunter Thurman, and Michael Taylor were all packed inside those old county walls for their victory celebration!
The adults and their children, quite quickly, had drifted apart: the boys away into a distant back room, and their parents and teachers crowding around the den. And there, in Hunter's future living room, the booze began to flow. Voices slurred. Conversations turned...
...and Aaron Jones became the center of attention, as he deftly reverted back to his teenaged self.
"Okay boyth!" the dusty little rabbit's old lisp bled through, as he uneasily stepped on top of an old but sturdy coffee table. And he took a long, stiff sip of his drink, before pointing it at the second rabbit and at the raccoon sitting on the couch before him, "I think thomebody detherveth a thank-you."
The other rabbit, Aaron's older brother Stanley, and the raccoon, James Callaway, simply stared back in silence for a moment, before one of them finally managed to speak...
"Us?" Stan asked...
...and James clarified, "WE deserve a thank-you?"
"Of courthe!" the littler rabbit chirped. "Thith ith all thankth to you!"
"I don't know," Stan was no more sober than his brother. But it was less obvious. The only hint, in fact, was one that only Aaron or -- were he in the room -- Hunter might notice. He didn't slur his words or show a lisp. But he WAS using contractions. "I wouldn't go that far," he modestly shook his head.
"Nahnahnahnah...no!" Kristoff stammered as he wobbled his way in front of the couch, himself -- albeit not on top of the coffee table. "Don't be shy. Aaron's right. We've all got you to thank!" He pointed at one of them and then the other, "You took yer pr'posal to the school board. And it was yer idea, to go to the news with it. I've got my son back, thanks to you!"
James shrugged proudly, "Guess they've got a point."
"Thee?" Aaron hopped down from the coffee table, spilling a bit of his drink as he landed, but paying it no mind, "And I, for one, I think it'th about time you boyth got the thank-you you detherve..."
Awkwardly sitting his glass aside, the little rabbit sauntered his way in front of James, where he slowly leaned in, paws on the raccoon's shoulders. The two locked eyes, and James's own paws rose up, sliding along the smaller male's sides...
"Is that so?" the 'coon asked. "And just how're you plannin' to thank me?"
"You been told any o' the thtorieth about me from high thchool?" Aaron leaned in, nose-to-nose with his new friend...
...and James's paws lowered, gripping the rabbit's ass beneath his tail, "Oh, they've told me more than just the stories. They've told me your old nickname."
"Wanna' thee how I got it?"
Before the raccoon could answer. Before he could look for approval from either his OR Aaron's boyfriends -- both of whom stood watching from the other side of the room. Before he'd even moved his paws, now hovering mid-air, from where they'd been holding the rabbit's rump...
Aaron was on his knees. His dusty muzzle pressed itself firmly against James's crotch. Rooting. Sniffing. Rolling the heavy sack inside. Tracing the swelling sheath. And the raccoon didn't say a word. He didn't look to his fox. And he offered the bunny neither complaint nor compliment. He simply leaned his head back, and enjoyed the feeling of drunken little paws exploring his growing bulge...and unzipping his pants...
Beside him, Stanley watched a bit more intently than he would have mere months earlier, back efore a certain husky had talked him into an unexpected foursome. Months ago, before that drunken night, he would have turned away from the sight of a dick slipping into his brother's lips. Before that night, he would have made an excuse and left this party altogether. But tonight, he watched. He watched and felt himself stir. He couldn't help but stare. Couldn't look away. And couldn't see the paw reaching for his own bulge...
...until it was already gripping him.
And he turned to see Kristoff standing in front of him. To see the husky's paw wrapped around the mound in his pants. To see the dog's sharp, toothy grin as he, too, lowered himself to his knees.
"Kristoff," the larger rabbit coughed, "I don't know if this is...I mean..."
"Oh, don't even try." Kris leaned in, nuzzling Stanley's shaft through the cloth, "Yer not hidin' this from anybody."
And instead of protesting, Stan simply shifted himself forward, stifling a groan as he pressed himself against his friend's nose.
"That's it. Just relax," the dog growled. "You got a thank-you comin', too."
And with that, all the drunken discourse fell mute. Replaced, instead, with the sounds of slurping and moaning, as two hungry muzzles slid up and down the lengths of two glistening shafts, in clear view of two entirely separate pairs of eyes...
...eyes belonging to the only sober men in the room: Scott Hammond, who was nearly five months sober, now, and William Masters, who'd chosen to pace himself, tonight, so that Mr. Hammond wouldn't have to be sober alone.
They watched on, listening to the wet sounds of suckling...to the breathless moans...and to the muffled whispers of, "Look at your brother go" and "Trust me. I am." Until Will finally spoke up...
"My boyfriend is sucking your boyfriend's dick," he bluntly observed.
"That he is," Scott nodded. "Is the bunny rabbit any good at it?
In response, the husky simply pointed a silent finger. And the fox followed it. He tilted his head and looked at his lover's bare footpaws. One of the raccoon's feet twitched and kicked with every stroke of the rabbit's muzzle. While the toes of the other sat frozen, tensed, and curled.
"I think that speaks for itself," Will asserted...
...and Scott agreed, "Fair enough."
The fox adjusted himself. The exhibition before them had caused him, already, to pitch a little tent of his own...and Will had noticed. He wouldn't have seen the bulge by itself, of course; his eyes were understandably preoccupied. But he saw the paw move in the corner of his eye, and he recognized the motion. Recognized it...and repeated it, himself.
And then, boldly, without looking away from the show, the husky reached out to his side and traced the fox's tent. He didn't say a word, and neither did Scott. But nonetheless, the fox returned the favor almost immediately.
And there they stood, in Hunter's living room, their fingers gently tracing one another's tents, as they watched their boyfriends, one of their brothers, and a close friend suck and get sucked only feet away.
"You know?" Scott began slowly, twitching against the husky's fingers, "I'm really jealous of you."
"Of me?" William asked, eyes still on the show, "What on earth for?"
"Elliot," the fox punctuated his answer with a quick little squeeze...
...and Will shivered through a moan, "Is that so? Got a thing for a student, do you?"
"Since the first day I saw him."
"Naughty teacher." The husky squeezed his friend back, and continued, over the sound of the fox's whimpering: "But what do you have to be jealous of? What about Jeff?"
"That's different. Jeffery isn't...blood. And he isn't my student. What you and Elliot did. Or if he and I were to ever be alone on campus? It's..." Scott trailed off...
...leaving William to finish the thought, for him: "Forbidden?"
"Yeah."
"Incest. Taking advantage of a student. Just seems so..." Will paused for another, firmer squeeze, "wrong?"
"Oh yeah," the fox shuddered.
"And having a pet isn't?" the dog asked. "What if I said I was jealous of you, too?"
"The idea of having a pet turns you on?"
"No." William finally looked away from the show, smirking at the fox, "Jeff does. Adorable little kitten? Knot fetish? Submissive to a fault? What's not to love?"
And with that, Scott stepped in close. Both men now stroking one another in earnest through their straining pants. Staring eye to eye, as their ever heavier breaths rushed into one another's muzzles. As their lips drew closer and closer, but never touched...
"You want my kitten?"
"I really do."
"You want him to taste this husky meat in my paw?"
"Yeah."
"And you wanna' fuck him?"
"Oh yeah."
The fox leaned closer still, a tongue trailing along the husky's ear. "What if I said it was okay? What if I said he'd let you? What if I said he'd love to get stuck on this big, thick knot?"
"Then I'd give it to him, right now," the husky whispered, breathlessly.
And at once, Scott let him go. The two parted, panting and heaving. Will raised his eyebrows. And Scott smiled, "Well then? Do it." And as if the words had been a starter pistol, William was gone: disappearing down the hallway...
...and leaving Scott alone with his tent, with the exhibition on the couch, and with a long, frustrated sigh on his lips. "Well now what am I supposed to do?" the all-too-sober fox asked himself, aloud. "He gets to live out his little pet fantasy with Jeff...but it's not so easy for me to get my paws on a student, now is it? It's not like I could get Elliot away from Hunter long enough for that!"
"M-maybe not..."
From behind, a voice caught his ear. And he turned.
He'd been so wrapped up in groping and grinding against the husky. So lost in the thought of Will and Jeff...and of himself and Elliot. So focused on James, Aaron, Kris, & Stan's little show. That he'd never noticed that they'd drawn an little audience.
He hadn't seen the boy, clad in nothing but a thin pair of boxers, step out of the hallway. Hadn't seen him lingering in the corner, watching his teachers and his friends' families sucking and groping and grinding. Hadn't seen the hyena's tent swelling at the sight of it all.
William had seen it, right at the end. He'd had a clear view of it, just over Scott's shoulder when the two had turned to one another. When they were grinding and stroking and almost kissing. But he hadn't said a word. So, Scott had no clue the boy was there until his timid, lusty voice hit his ear...
...or until he turned to see Mic, standing in the corner of the room, slowly running a paw up and down the length of his still-covered shaft, barely hidden by the thin cotton containing it. The fox's tent twitched. He looked the hyena in the eye.
And Mic continued: "But if you're just looking for a student to fuck...y'know...I'm one, too."
In a moment, Scott would rush the boy. He'd hold the handle that tower of flesh threatening to burst from his student's boxers. He'd whispered terrible, unrepeatable things in the hyena's ear. He'd put him on his knees and make him unzip his teacher's pants. He'd sink into Mic's muzzle, as he imagined Will and Jeff doing the same, just down the hall.
He would gladly take Mic's offer. But first, he had to ask, "Why are you in your boxers?"
~
The answer to that question lay in a bedroom, a hallway away...
In the room Hunter had slept in for years, before his grandmother had moved to a smaller and more manageable home...the tiger, his boyfriend, and a little gray cat now sat nude, in a circle on the floor. Jeffery was erect and dripping, Elliot was unabashedly stroking himself, and Hunter's larger member was lying across his thigh at half-mast...its pulse slowly causing it to swell and to stand. All three boys held a single card in their paws. A fourth card sat face-down on the floor...
...and this was the surprising -- but definitely welcomed -- sight that met William, as he stepped through the door.
"Playing a little strip poker?" he asked, startling Elliot and Jeffery.
Hunter, though, had seen him step through, and he simply answered with a smile: "Well. Strip high card. Only Mic knows how to play poker...and he didn't wanna' teach."
The elder husky strode into the room, shameless tent clearly on display and three pairs of eyes glued to its tip. Elliot smiled. Hunter shook his head with a laugh. And Jeffery blushed and looked away.
"Okay..." Will arched a brow as he looked down at the boys, among whom only Jeff tried to hide himself beneath a paw, "...but why are you still playing if you're all already naked?"
"Mic keeps drawing high cards, is why," Hunter grumbled an answer...
...and Elliot confirmed, "Yeah, we're gonna' keep on, until we get HIM naked, too!"
"Well...I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I don't think he's coming back." The older male glanced back in the direction of the living room, where he'd last seen the hyena. "I have a feeling that he's...a bit preoccupied."
And with that, he turned back to the boys, letting out a small groan as he lowered himself down to the floor, sitting cross-legged in the spot that HAD belonged to Mic. All three boys watched him with varied expressions of curiosity and confusion, but none said a word. And in the silence, he picked up Mic's card and looked it over.
"So! Are aces high, or low?"
Timid and out of sync, three voices answered: "High."
And William smiled, "Then what do you say we make this interesting?"
"How so?" Jeff asked...
...and the husky looked him right in the eye as he answered. The card that should have been Mic's was only an eight, but when he was still standing up, Will had seen the ace in the kitten's paw. And he winked at the boy as he suggested, "How about...? High card wins some alone time with Uncle Will."
~
Back out in the living room, Stanley shifted in his seat beneath Kristoff's nursing muzzle.
Having his dick buried in another male's mouth was fine. Watching his brother deep throat someone was a bit less so...but he could always blame the booze for that, tomorrow. This wasn't his first foursome with at least two of these three, and he doubted it would be his last. But only a few feet away, an adult fox's knot was pressing against a teenager's nose. A high school student was sucking his teacher's dick!
It was one thing to be involved in this gay, incestuous foursome. It was something else entirely to have accepted what he knew about Elliot and Jeffery. But being party to statutory rape was a step too far! He had to stop this. He had to get out of here and leave them to do this on their own.
He moved to stand up, but Kristoff's paws on his thighs held him down. So, he looked at the dick in his brother's mouth. He looked at the ceiling. He even closed his eyes to try and ignore what Mic and Scott were doing only feet away...but he couldn't pretend he didn't know. And so, finally, he spoke up.
"This is going too far, Kris," the rabbit protested. "I'm not gonna' to tell any of you what you can or can't do with these kids, but I can't be involved. I should really leave."
Slowly, Kris's head slid up and off of his length, and his eyes turned up toward the rabbit. Stan began to imagine what arguments the husky would make. Began to prepare himself to combat them. He would say that Stan hadn't touched any of the boys, so he'd done nothing wrong. He'd say that the old rabbit was too drunk to drive. He'd remind him that all the boys were willing. He'd ask if Stan would be more comfortable if the two of them went somewhere more private: somewhere away from Mic, and behind a locked door where the other boys couldn't reach them, either.
And Stanley was prepared for all of it.
What he wasn't prepared for, though, were the orange and black stripes that suddenly flooded his sight. The naked fur and throbbing erection of his own adopted son. Of Hunter standing right in front of him!
And he panicked! He gripped the arms of the couch and kicked his legs. He sputtered and stammered and flailed, preparing to push both Hunter and Kristoff away and bolt for the door. But a strong -- and, more importantly, sober -- orange paw grabbed him by the shoulder and held him still. And his own son's voice tickled his drunken ear with the one argument he hadn't been prepared for...
"It's okay. It's too late now. There's nowhere to go. No reason to freak out." The tiger's paw stroked the rabbit's shaft, still slick from Kris's muzzle, "Besides. Will and Jeff are probably goin' at it, by now, too. You don't wanna' be the only one left out, do you?"
Stanley opened his muzzle to argue. But he could only shudder at Hunter's touch. And so, he closed his eyes. He bit his lip. And he didn't say another word...
...while between his legs, a smiling husky was receiving a surprise of his own. Kristoff had pulled his pants down some time ago, so that he could stroke himself while he blew his old friend. And now, a foreign pair of paws had begun to explore his exposed fur and flesh: one holding his balls and the other around his knot. Warm breath covered his sensitive skin. Lips surrounded him. A tongue traced his every vein. And he looked down to see the top of Elliot's head between his legs.
Kristoff groaned and smiled. The boy had slipped underneath him, lying on his back, and he hadn't even noticed. His own son was nursing him like a cub. And any other father would've put a stop to it...but he and Elliot had done more than this, already, and he wasn't about to stop him, now. So, instead, he would just look back up, return his attention to the dick in front of him, and-
Tap.
Flesh landed heavy on the back of the head as he stared down at his son. The unmistakable weight and density of a dick. But it wasn't Stan's. Stan's had been sticking straight up, last he'd seen...and this one wasn't.
And so, the elder husky looked up and came eye-to-tip with a the barbed, dripping dick of his son's boyfriend. It pulsed before his eyes. It begged him to taste it. He watched as the tiger situated himself in Stanley's lap, facing toward the kneeling dog and away from the rabbit. He watched the boy take hold of Stan's cock and line it up right beneath his striped tail. He listened to Hunter moan as he sank down, taking every inch of his adopted father deep inside...
And as Kristoff's own dick slid in and out of his son's mouth, he closed his eyes and took the tiger into his own.
~
Meanwhile, back down the hall, in Hunter's old room, William was biting Jeffery's neck.
The husky's clothes lay scattered about, just like the boys, and he held the tiny kitten limp in one arm, as his free paw roamed about his temporary pet's body. He caressed his little thorn, fondled his tightened sack, scratched through his fur, and kneaded his firm little ass...and all the while, the boy simply shivered and mewled, as a single tiny paw explored the older male's knot.
But when one of William's fingers dug in under the kitten's tail, softly probing at his hole, the boy whined and pushed away. Gentle. The one thing he had to do was be gentle. And so, the husky let the boy go.
"Are you okay?"
Jeffery stepped only slightly away, rubbing his arm, "Y-yeah. I'm fine, I just..."
Despite the twitching, dripping bone between his legs. Despite how badly he wanted to throw Jeff down and take him. Will, instead, offered a comforting smile. "You just don't know me well enough."
And the kitten averted his eyes, "Yeah."
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to," William promised. "I won't force it on you."
"No!" Jeff shook his head and looked Will dead in the eye, "I want to! I do, really."
"Then what's wrong?"
"I'm just not used to doing stuff like this...with an adult, you know?" he explained, "...without Scott around."
"So, then...would it make you feel more comfortable if we continued this the living room...where he's at?"
The boy nodded. The husky smiled and took his paw.
Gentle.
And he led him by that paw, deep into the din of musk that the living room had become. Out into the orgy that their celebration had, to no surprise, devolved into. James's footpaws were high in the air, as he lay on the floor with a rabbit's head buried beneath his tail: where Aaron was living up to his old nickname. Mic was down on all fours behind the couch, begging for Mr. Hammond's knot, as Scott thrust into him from behind. Elliot lay on his back on the coffee table, with Hunter above him, as the two boys hungrily swallowed one another's shafts. And Kris and Stan? They were to either side of the 69'ing teens, Stan on his feet, pounding in and out of the tiger's hole, and Kristoff kneeling as he slowly eased himself into his son, just the same.
"I think we've fallen behind..." Will looked down at his little friend with a smirk...
...and Jeff nodded, "I guess we should get caught up, then!"
"My pleasure!" William hoisted the boy into his arms. The cat's legs wrapped themselves tightly around his waist. He locked the kitten in a deep, ravenous kiss, and they worked their way through the room.
Past a rabbit rimming a raccoon...
...around the fathers fucking their 69'ing sons...
...and to the couch, behind which a teacher was fucking a student...
...and there, they tumbled down onto the cushions, where, in minutes, a small, timid kitten would be crying out, begging for a husky's knot.