Lysander's Adoption
Obligatory Content Warning: The following story contains scenes of CUB SEX between FOSTER SIBLINGS, including ORAL SEX and ANAL SEX, and both MALE and FEMALE CUBS. If any of this offends you, DO NOT READ ON. By reading beyond this point, you waive your right to be offended by my work, because YOU WERE WARNED. Now, for those of you who I haven't scared off... enjoy!
Lysander scratched his head as he looked down into the empty suitcase. It occurred to the cheetahfox how little he owned. But that was soon to change -- this was his last night in the foster home he'd spent most of the last year in. Tomorrow, he'd be going to a permanent adoptive home.
The cub walked over to his dresser and pulled out the drawer, looking down at his modest collection of clothing: three pairs of shorts, a pair of jeans, five pairs of undies, and a few pairs of socks. He scooped up his underwear first, and carried them over to the small suitcase, laying them out neatly. When he turned around again, he nearly leapt out of his skin.
"Hey, there, Lyser!"
The cheetahfox had nearly run headlong into his foster brother, Aaron. Lysander stumbled backwards, falling down against the bed.
"Don't scare me like that, Aaron!" Lysander cried.
Aaron laughed and extended a paw to help Lysander up. "Sorry, Lyser. Couldn't resist."
The German shepherd pup towered over the young cheetahfox -- almost to be expected, considering their age difference. Aaron was twelve, and bore all the carrying of a boy on the cusp of puberty. He had already begun his growth spurt, and stood at nearly twice the height of his six year old foster brother. Aaron's pajamas had already become a bit tight on him. It wouldn't be long before the shepherd would need a whole new wardrobe to fit his growing body.
Lysander blushed and walked past his brother back to his dresser. "It's ok," he said as he pulled out his pants. "Jus' gotta pack."
The pup nodded and sat down on Lysander's bed. "Yeah... you excited?"
Lysander nodded, grinning as he skipped back to his suitcase and added his pants. "Uh huh! Though is a little scary, too. I mean, I been here for a while, and I'm gonna miss you and Sissy..."
Aaron chuckled and ruffled Lys's headfur. "So maybe we should make tonight special, huh, little bro?"
The cheetahfox squeaked and flicked his ears, then looked up at his foster brother. "Speshul? How?"
The pup grinned as he stood up and started to unbutton his shirt. "Oh, I think you know..."
Lys grinned and wagged his tail, quickly pulling off his own oversized t-shirt and tossing it aside. "Yiffy time!"
Aaron laughed as he pulled his pants and underwear down, and stepped out of them, standing before the much younger pup, his cock already poking from his sheath. "Yeah... and I know just how to make it extra special..."
The older pup leaned down as Lys pulled off his own bottoms, and as the cheetahfox stood back up, Aaron wrapped his arms around the young pup and kissed him on the lips. A little gasp and giggle escaped Lysander's muzzle as he eagerly kissed back, his paws going around his foster brother's sides.
For a few moments, the two pups shared an intimate kiss, the older pup's paw fondling his younger brother's bits. When Lys was sufficiently hard, Aaron pulled back from the kiss, and laid down on Lys's bed, spreading his legs wide. "What do you say, little bro? Wanna try putting it in me for once?"
Lys gasped as he saw Aaron lying on the bed, presenting his rear to him. Never before had the older boy let Lys put his penis inside him! It was always the other way around. "Buh I thought you didn like bein' on bottom!"
"It's your last night, Lyser... I can make an exception."
The young cheetahfox needed no further encouragement. He bounded forward and started eagerly grinding his crotch against Aaron's butt.
The older pup laughed, reaching down to ruffle Lys's headfur. "What are you forgetting, little bro?"
"Uuuuh... oh, yeah! Da slippy stuff!"
Lysander giggled as he picked up the bottle of lube that he kept on his bedside table. He popped it open and poured a little over his stiffy, rubbing it all over. "How much do I needs?" he asked.
Aaron pushed himself up on his elbows and looked down at the little kit. "A little more, and that should do it," he said.
The cheetahfox nodded and poured a little more lube over his penis, then put the bottle down as he lined up his tip with Aaron's tailhole. He jabbed at it a couple times, holding his member with both paws as he tried to guide it into his brother's rear.
After the fourth failed attempt, Aaron let out a small exasperated sigh and reached down. "Here, let me help," he said, batting Lys's paws away.
The cheetahfox obeyed almost immediately, grabbing his brother's hips as the German shepherd easily guided the younger kit's penis into his rear. Lysander gasped and panted as he pushed his three inches in, his hips instinctively starting to thrust.
Aaron murred softly even as his own cock softened. "Yeah... that's it, Lyser... keep going..."
Almost as soon as he was in, Lysander was thrusting. He immediately got lost in the warm feeling around his penis, so much so that he didn't even notice his brother's desperate attempts to keep himself aroused while being topped by the smaller boy.
Lysander panted and moaned as he thrusted into his foster brother, quickly working into a rapid rhythm, his little balls slapping against his brother's butt with each forward thrust. His tail wagged rapidly behind him as pounded into the older pup's rear, his paws squeezing his brother's hips.
Aaron grunted as he worked his own cock rapidly with his paw, fighting a losing battle to stay hard. "Oh, yeah, Lyser... give it to me," he muttered, leaning back a little more to lie flat on his back while the younger pup thrusted into him vigorously.
Between the older pup's legs, Lysander had his eyes shut tight as he thrusted away into Aaron's rear. He stood on his tippy toes, leaning forward slightly as he fucked his foster brother, driven on by the heat between his legs. His tongue lolled out the side of his muzzle as he let out little yips and moans, his body starting to shudder as he neared his peak.
"Yeah... come on, Lyser... cum in me," Aaron urged, clenching his tailhole around the smaller pup's cock.
Lys squeezed Aaron's hips hard as he ground his crotch up against his brother's butt, yipping and moaning as he reached his peak, his tail flagging behind him as his little stiffy twitched wildly in his foster brother's rear.
The German shepherd pup released his own cock and grabbed Lys's butt, keeping the little cheetahfox humping into him through his orgasm. He chuckled as Lys collapsed on top of him, and ruffled the pup's headfur. "Have fun there, Lyser?"
The younger pup nodded, panting heavily, and looked down as he noticed Aaron's cock receding into his sheath. "You didn like it, Aaron?"
Aaron grabbed Lys's cheeks and kissed him on the lips, then whispered in his ear, "It was good. I'm just not much of a bottom."
Lysander nodded as he pulled out of Aaron's rear, then got down on his knees and started to rub Aaron's sheath. "Kay... I know whu you DO like, though!"
The German shepherd gasped and moaned as Lys started rubbing his sheath, the older pup's cock quickly stiffening under the cheetahfox's attention. "Lys... you don't have to," Aaron whispered.
His protests melted away as Lysander took the shepherd pup's stiffening cock into his muzzle, suckling it eagerly as his paws teased the rest of his shaft out. Aaron laid back and rested his paws on Lys's head, moaning softly as the cheetahfox's tongue began to swirl around his tip.
It took all of his willpower not to start thrusting into Lysander's muzzle, but Aaron held back. This was about the cheetahfox, after all, and he wasn't going to interfere by letting his own urges get in the way.
Lysander worked his mouth all along his foster brother's cock, his tongue swirling around the tip as he suckled him for what may have been the last time. Little paws held the older pup's pecker steady as the cheetahfox played, finding all of the sensitive spots he'd picked up on in his eighteen months with the family. At the rate he was going, it wouldn't take long for Aaron to cum.
The German shepherd pup writhed and moaned on the bed as Lys's well-trained muzzle assaulted his cock. "Yeah... that's it, Lyser... gonna get yur treat soon..."
Urged on by the older pup's pleasured whines, Lysander suckled harder, bobbing his muzzle along as much of Aaron's length that he could manage. It took barely a minute of this treatment before the shepherd pup reached his peak, moaning lewdly as he squirted his thick, sticky seed into the cheetahfox's waiting muzzle.
Lysander giggled as Aaron came in his muzzle, the younger pup keeping just the tip in his muzzle and swirling his tongue around it as he worked the older pup's shaft with his paws.
As Aaron's climax finished, Lys pulled his muzzle back, the shepherd pup's last squirt splattering across Lys's muzzle. "Mmmm... tasty!"
Aaron chuckled softly between panting, and ruffled Lysander's headfur. "Gonna miss you, Lyser," he whispered.
Lysander blushed a bit, then crawled up into the older pup's lap and hugged him. "Gonna miss you too, Aaron."
The German shepherd pup nuzzled the cheetahfox, then gave a few quick licks to the younger pup's muzzle, cleaning up the seed spilled there. Lysander giggled as Aaron licked him clean, and squirmed a bit as the older pup easily picked him up and set him down in his bed.
"You should probably get to sleep. Want to be well-rested when you meet your new family tomorrow," Aaron said.
Lysander sighed and nodded, pulling up his blankets. "I guess so... nini, Aaron."
Aaron chuckled and waved to the cheetahfox as he walked out of the room, shutting off the light as he went.
As soon as he was gone, Lys sighed again and stared up at the ceiling. Leaving was gonna be harder than he thought.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
It was still quite dark out when Lys slipped back into consciousness. His eyes remained shut as he tried to process what was going on around him. Dimly, his mind registered a warm wetness around his crotch. He opened his eyes and looked down.
It took Lysander a moment to register what he was looking at.
"S-Sissy?" Lysander muttered, still half asleep.
The little leopard girl giggled and pulled her muzzle off Lysander's cock for a moment. "Yup!" With a loud slurp, she took his cock back into his muzzle and resumed suckling.
Lysander moaned and laid back, squirming a bit as he tried to make sense of what was going on. He reached down and rubbed Sissy's ears as she swirled her tongue around his member.
Sissy grinned and pulled her muzzle off her foster brother's cock, then crawled up and licked his nose. "Wanted ta give ya a special good-bye, Lysie," she said.
With that, she turned around and wiggled her own crotch at Lys's face as she took his little stiffy back into her muzzle and resumed suckling.
The cheetahfox hesitated for only a moment as he got his bearings, and grabbed Sissy's butt as he started licking eagerly at her cunny, earning a squeaky moan from the girl.
Lys had always rather enjoyed playing with his foster sister. She was much closer in age to him than their brother, being a year younger rather than six years older than he. Sissy was also a foster cub, unlike Aaron, who was the biological cub of Lys's foster parents, a fact that had drawn them together initially.
For now, though, only one thing mattered -- the pleasure that the two cubs were sharing.
Sissy squirmed on top of Lys as the cheetahfox's tongue explored all around her cunny, paying particular attention to her clit. The little leopard cub, for her part, bobbed her muzzle eagerly along Lys's cock, her tongue swirling all around his smooth shaft.
In his excitement, Lys's tongue wandered lower, catching the leopard girl's tailhole. Sissy stiffened, but made no protest to this. Lys blushed a bit as he realized where he was licking, but took his foster sister's lack of protest to mean that she was ok with it. His tongue started to swirl around her tailhole, his paws rubbing her buttcheeks as he savored playing with Sissy's butt -- the one almost-forbidden area on Sissy's body.
For almost a minute, Lys lavished Sissy's tailhole with his tongue. He would have kept at it had Sissy not accidentally nipped his penis, reminding him that the leopard cub didn't particularly like having her tail played with. With a little giggle at himself, Lys returned his attention to his foster sister's cunny, pushing his tongue in a bit to taste her juices before resuming his teasing of her clit.
A gasp escaped the cheetahfox's lips as he felt one of Sissy's fingers push up into his tailhole. He spread his legs wide, toes curling and uncurling as the leopard girl thrust her finger in and out of his butt, teasing his prostate with each inward thrust.
"Oh, Sissy... dat feels so good," Lys whispered, hugging her tight as he writhed under her in pleasure.
With a gasp, Lys suddenly came, his little cock twitching in his foster sister's muzzle in dry orgasm. He gripped Sissy's buttcheeks tight as he came, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as the pleasure flooded his frame. Almost as soon as his climax finished, the exhausted cheetahfox fell right back to sleep.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Lys. Oh, Lys. Wake up, little one."
Lysander groaned and rolled over onto his tummy, pulling the covers up tight around him. "Five more minutes?" he muttered.
The soft voice of Lys's foster mother floated down to him. "Now, now, you need to wake up and get ready. The social worker will be here soon to pick you up."
"Social workah... whu..."
As the words sank in, Lys sat bolt upright in his bed. "Wha?! Whu time is it?"
The female German shepherd laughed and rubbed Lys's back. "Relax, little one. You've got some time to get ready still. But you may want to hurry up. Breakfast will be waiting when you get downstairs." With that, the shepherd walked away, turning on the light behind her.
Lys leapt out of bed and pulled on his clothes. In his haste, he tried to put his head through one of the arms of his t-shirt, but caught his mistake before he ripped the shirt. Once he was dressed, he grabbed his suitcase and ran downstairs, dropping the bag by the door as he slid into the kitchen.
Lys's foster mother laughed as the cheetahfox dashed in. "Perfect timing. Fresh pancakes!" she said, laying a plate on the table.
The cheetahfox grinned and climbed up into the chair, and grabbed a fork. As he poured syrup over his pancakes, he looked around and noticed he was alone at the table. "Hey... where's Aaron and Sissy?"
"Oh, those two are still asleep," his foster mother replied. "You know how hard it can be to get those two going in the morning."
Lys nodded, his ears and tail drooping a bit as he started to eat. He consumed his breakfast in silence, flutters growing in his tummy as he thought of leaving his foster family.
In what seemed like no time at all, the doorbell rang. Lys's foster mother left the kitchen, the cheetahfox remaining glued to his seat as he watched her go. She returned a minute later, followed by a stooped, elderly skunk.
"Lys, you remember Mrs. Feigenbaum, don't you?" his foster mother asked.
Lys nodded and slipped out of the chair, and padded up to her, his tail drooping. "Hi, Mrs. Feigenbaum," he muttered.
The elderly skunk smiled down at Lys and patted his head. "Ready to go to your forever family, little one?" she asked.
Lys looked up at her, and nodded slowly, then looked up at his foster mother. "Can I say goodbye to Sissy and Aaron b'fore I goes?"
The German shepherd shook her head. "They're still asleep, dear. Besides, it might be easier if you didn't see them before you go."
"I have to agree," Mrs. Feigenbaum said, removing her glasses and wiping the lenses with her kerchief. "Let's go, Lysander."
Lys sighed and nodded, and followed the old skunk out the door, picking up his suitcase as he went. As he walked down the walk to the skunks beat-up Ford, he looked over his shoulder. His foster mother had already shut the door behind them. Heaving a small sigh, Lys climbed into the back of the car, and watched out the window as the car pulled away. For a fleeting second, it looked like Aaron and Sissy had come down, and were walking through the living room, but before Lys could get a good look, the car had passed, and the house receded into the distance.
The cheetahfox remained silent as he watched the neighborhood slip away out the car window. He pressed his nose to the glass as all the familiar houses passed, until the neighborhood gave way to the interstate, and the taller buildings towards the outskirts of Boston.
"So, Lysander... are you excited to meet your new family?" Mrs. Feigenbaum asked.
Lys shrugged. "I guess. Buh I'm gonna miss Sissy and Aaron."
The skunk nodded, glancing at the cheetahfox in the rearview mirror. "Well, you'll have a new brother at your new home," she said. "So you won't be all alone with your new parents."
The cheetahfox nodded. One of the other social workers had told him that the family looking to adopt him had previously adopted another boy, a few years older than him, though he'd been just a baby when he was adopted.
"Is he gonna be there ta pick me up?" Lys asked.
Mrs. Feigenbaum shook her head. "No, dear. His fathers warned me that he was excitable, so they figured it would be best for you to meet him at home. One shock at a time, as they put it."
Lysander nodded and fell back into silence. The social worker decided not to press him, and drove the rest of the way to her office in silence.
For the third time in his life, Lysander found himself in the crowded offices of the Department of Children and Families. Phones ringing and conversations going on in a half-dozen languages flooded the air, as far too few furs tried desperately to help far too many distressed cubs.
The cheetahfox followed the skunk into a small office toward the back of the room, and sat down in a chair.
"You sit right here, Lysander. I'll go check to see if your new parents have arrived," Mrs. Feigenbaum said.
Lysander nodded and watched as she left the room. As soon as she was gone, he opened up his suitcase, intent to pull out his one and only plushie. When he looked down into the suitcase, he gasped. Sitting next to his old beaten up cat plushie was a familiar red and green raccoon plushie. He stared in awe for a few seconds, then slowly withdrew his foster sister's favorite plushie, his eyes roaming all over its soft red and green fur. He knew he hadn't packed THAT!
"Sissy musta..."
With a little sniffle, Lys hugged the plushie, then placed it back in his suitcase, pulling out his worn plushie, and zipped his suitcase shut. He settled into the chair squeezing his beloved plushie, and tried to drown out all the noise outside.
After five long minutes, the skunk returned, followed by a fennec fox.
"Lysander... meet Josh Bertrand," Mrs. Feigenbaum said.
The fennec smiled warmly and extended a paw to the little cheetahfox. "Hey, there, Lysander."
Lysander looked up, holding his plushie tight in front of him. The fennec seemed rather short for an adult, not that much taller than Lys's twelve year old foster brother. At his full height, he barely matched the hunched elderly social worker. He wore an open-collared button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and jeans, in what seemed a compromise between casual and semi-formal. Lys stared at the outstretched paw for a second, then slowly reached out a paw of his own and shook it, then looked to the fennec's right, toward the door. "I thought dere was 'sposed ta be two of you..."
Josh chuckled. "Yeah... Stuart was called away on business at the last minute, and he couldn't say no. He should be over the Atlantic now. Earliest flight he could get home from Europe doesn't get in till six. Should be home tonight, though."
Lysander nodded, and stood up, watching as the adults walked over to the desk. Josh signed a few papers, shook the social worker's paw, then offered a paw to the cub. The young cheetahfox hesitated for a moment, then took the fennec's paw and walked with him out of the building.
As soon as they emerged from the building into the parking garage, Josh let out a sigh of relief. "Man, it's crazy in there, isn't it?"
Lysander nodded, clutching his plushie tightly in his free paw.
Josh smiled as he led the cub up to a gray Prius, and opened up the back door. "Well, hop in, little guy."
Lysander stared at the car for a moment, then climbed in, looking around at the interior. "Nevah been in one of dese b'fore."
Josh grinned as he placed the cub's suitcase in the seat opposite him, and helped him buckle up, before climbing into the driver's seat. "It's my baby. I love it."
The cheetahfox bit his lip to keep himself from commenting on how ugly he thought the car was. He kept quiet as the fennec guided the vehicle through the maze of a parking garage, and out into the crowded streets of Boston.
"So, Lysander... what would you prefer to be called?" Josh asked.
The cub squeaked and looked at Josh. "Uh... whatcha mean?"
Josh chuckled. "You have a nickname you prefer to be called, or just Lysander?"
"Well... mah foster parents called me Lys... guess that's ok," he said.
The fennec chuckled and nodded. "Alrighty, then, Lys. You hungry? We could stop for food if you want, or just head straight home to meet Beau."
Lys's ears perked up at the sound of home. "Beau... dat's mah new brother?"
Josh nodded. "Yup. We've had him since he was an infant. He's quite energetic. I think you'll like him. And he's really excited to meet you."
As they pulled to a stop at a traffic light, Josh reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, slipped a picture out, and held it out to Lys. "Here's a picture of all three of us."
Lys slowly reached out a paw and took the picture, bringing it in close to look at the small photo.
The photo featured three furs sprawled out on a blanket on a beach. The fur on the left was clearly Josh, sporting a red speedo. On the right was a large gray wolf, wearing baggy green swim trunks. In the middle, also in a red speedo, was a pink... well, Lys wasn't exactly sure what he was. He looked like a fox, but his tail was far too large and bushy for a vulpine. The cheetahfox rubbed his eyes and looked again. He couldn't have pink fur... could he?
"Uh... Josh? Is dat Beau in the middle?" Lys asked.
Josh chuckled and nodded, turning his attention back to the road as the light turned green. "Yup. That photo's a couple years old. Beau's gotten a bit bigger since then."
"What's his species?" Lys asked.
"He's a squirrel fox hybrid. Bit of a rarity," Josh said.
Lys nodded, and looked at the photo once more. "And is he really... pink?"
Josh laughed as he eased around a corner onto the entrance ramp for the interstate. "That he is. We didn't believe it at first, either, but he's a little pinky fur. Cute as a button, I think. But then, so are you," he said, grinning at the cheetahfox in the rearview mirror. "Love the blue spots. Makes you look even more adorable."
Lys blushed and smiled shyly, hugging his plushie a little tighter. "Th-thankies," he muttered.
The fennec grinned as he guided his car into the busy city traffic. The two chatted idly as Josh drove home. It wasn't until they were pulling off the interstate that Lys noticed something.
"Hey... this is near my old foster home!"
Josh chuckled. "Yeah... surprised, huh?"
Lys stared out the window, his tail wagging wildly behind him. "Does this mean I can visit Aaron and Sissy?"
"Those are you foster siblings?" Josh asked.
Lys nodded. "Uh huh. They's nice!"
Josh smiled. "I suppose that could be arranged," he said.
The cheetahfox cheered and grinned, watching the houses go by. "Da houses look nicer here..."
"What can I say? Stuart insisted on living in the nicer part of town," Josh said, grinning as he pulled into the driveway of a large two story colonial. "We're home."
Lys stared in awe at the house. It was at least double the size of his foster home, and the large yard was a huge plus. In a flash, he was out of the car, running around in the grass, giggling like mad.
Josh laughed as he pulled Lys's suitcase out of the back seat. "Come on, Lys. Let's go in and meet Beau. Then you can play in the yard all you want."
The cheetahfox slid to a stop on the grass and looked back at Josh, nodding as he ran up to the fennec.
With a little flourish, Josh opened the front door, and stood aside. "Lys... welcome to your new home."
Lys stared in awe as he stepped into the house. The living room was lavishly furnished -- oversized leather sectional, huge flat-screen TV, a few plushies lying around. "Wooooow..."
Josh chuckled as he walked in, and rolled his eyes. "I told him to pick up his toys... I swear, that boy will never learn." He took a deep breath, then yelled out, "Beau, we're home!"
For a moment, all was quiet. Then came the sound of footpaws against the hardwood floor. A pink bullet shot down the stairs, nearly bowling the fennec over.
"Hihi, Daddy!" Beau said, climbing right up the adult and sitting on his shoulders. "Didja bring mah brother home? Didja didja didja?"
Josh laughed, nearly falling down under the weight of the cub. He barely managed to catch himself by bracing against the wall. "Of course I did... Beau... meet Lys."
"Lys? Huh?" Beau looked around, and froze as his eyes locked on the cheetahfox. "Him? HIM?!?"
Lys stared in awe at the other cub. His fur seemed, if anything, an even more vibrant pink than in the photo. He was wearing nothing but a pair of orange briefs.
"H-hi," Lys said, hugging his plushie tight.
Beau leapt down from Josh's shoulders, and looked at Lys, checking both his left and right sides. Then he reached out and poked the cheetahfox's nose, eliciting a little yip from the cub.
"Lysander... it's really you?" Beau asked, staring at the cheetahfox.
Lys tilted his head, staring at the strange pink cub. "Uh... y-yeah... I g-guess..."
Beau let out a delighted squeal and squeezed the cheetahfox. "OHMAHGAWD!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!"
Lys squealed as the squirrelfox hugged him tight, nearly crushing the air out of his lungs. Beau quickly lightened his grip, and ran up to hug Josh quickly, before running back to Lys and grabbing his paw.
"Come on, lemme show ya our room! Oh mah gawd, we're gonna have so much fun!" Beau cried.
Lys barely had time to glance at Josh before he was pulled upstairs, the squirrelfox cub practically carrying him up to the second floor.
Beau grinned as he slid into the room, releasing Lys's paw, giving the cheetahfox a chance to take in his surroundings.
The bedroom was nearly three times the size of Lys's bedroom at the foster home. A bunk bed was pushed up against the wall near the window, both beds unmade. A large dresser lay to one side of the room, and on the other, lining the wall, were shelves of books and toys. On the wall near the door was a desk with a computer. Beau sat down at the chair in front of the computer, and started typing rapidly.
"S-so..." Lys began.
Beau's ears perked up, and he spun around on the swivel chair, stopping facing Lys. "This is our room. Those are my toys," he said, pointing unnecessarily at the shelf. "You can play with anything you want, jus' don't break anything, 'cause that'd make me sad. Bunk bed's ours. You can take top or bottom, or we can switch off, whatever ya wanna do. Up ta you. And this is our computer!"
Lys looked around the room. He took a moment to look at all the plushies on the shelf, then walked over to the computer and stood behind Beau, looking at what he was doing. As his eyes fell on the screen, his jaw dropped.
Beau grinned as he looked at Lys, then turned his attention back to the screen. "Daddies and I watch yur movies all the time," he said, hitting play.
On the screen, Lys and Sissy were yiffing in the bathtub. It wasn't that uncommon an occurrence in the foster home... but Lys had never been aware of being recorded. His ears drooped as Beau opened up a folder containing what looked to be over a hundred files. Beau clicked one at random, and up came a video of Aaron doing Lys doggy style on the bed. After a few seconds of that one played, Beau clicked a third file, bringing up a video of Lys doing Sissy from behind, the leopard girl bent over the bed.
"This one's one of my fa..." Beau began, looking back at the cheetahfox. "Uh... Lys? You ok?"
Lys stared at the screen, tears welling up in his eyes, his lower lip quivering uncontrollably. He was completely unresponsive, oblivious to everything but the images on the screen -- images of moments Lys had thought were private and intimate, yet apparently readily available on the internet.
Beau ran to the door and called out, "Daddy Fopsie! Help!"
A few seconds later, Josh appeared at the door. "Beau, what have I told you about not wearing out your babysi... Lys? Lys?!"
The fennec dashed forward, catching the cheetahfox as he collapsed, curling up into a little ball, too shocked to make a sound, silently weeping.
"I didn't do it on purpose!" Beau said, sidestepping the two, looking down at the cheetahfox. "I was jus' showin' him the videos, and he jus' went all quiet!"
Josh looked down at the crying cub, gathering him up into his arms. "Lys... what's the matter, little guy?"
Lys squirmed slightly against the fennec's grip. He wanted to get away, to just curl up in a corner, but he didn't have the energy to fight against the adult. He barely had the energy to stand on his own.
Josh stroked Lys's back, holding the little cheetahfox close. "Lys... would you like to lie down?"
The little cheetahfox nodded almost imperceptibly.
The fennec picked Lys up and carried him slowly down the hall to the master bedroom, Beau following just behind.
"It wasn't me, Daddy, I swear!"
Josh sighed. "I'm sure you didn't mean to do anything to upset him, Beau... leave him to me for now, I'll see if I can get to the bottom of this."
Beau nodded and stopped following, watching as Josh carried the cheetahfox into the master and laid him down on the large bed. The squirrelfox hesitated, almost turning around, then walked forward and climbed onto the bed opposite the two, keeping his distance from the cheetahfox for the time being.
The fennec looked at Beau, then down at Lys, and gave the cheetahfox a little squeeze. "Lys... what's wrong? It's ok... you can tell us."
Lys sniffled, and buried his head in Josh's chest, shivering. "I... I didn' know... 'bout da movies..."
Josh and Beau exchanged glances, their faces lighting up in realization. Beau squirmed up to Lys, and gave him a little hug from behind. "I'm sorry, Lys... I didn't mean to upset ya..."
Josh sighed and kissed between Lys's ears. "He would have found out eventually. Probably better he finds out sooner, so we can work through it."
The little cheetahfox sniffled again, and buried his face in the fox's shirt. "Is dat... why you wanted me? Jus' 'cause of the videos?"
"Nuh uh!" Beau said quickly. "I didn't even know Daddies were adopting you. I jus' saw the videos, and saw how happy you were, and wanted somefur ta get ta play with like that... but we totally don't hafta if you don't wanna! Gotta have cuddles, though!"
Josh rolled his eyes at Beau, and stroked Lys's side. "Honestly, we were, uh... quite surprised to find that you were up for adoption. Based on the videos, I figured you'd be a good match for us... a warm, loving home... sexually open... of course, unlike your foster family, the videos we've got online, uh... well, everyone knows they're on camera. And you wouldn't have to do that. Wouldn't even have to get yiffy with us."
Lys whimpered a bit, curling up into a tight little ball, clinging to his plushie. It was all so much to take in -- his secret life as a porn star, his new family not only being sexual, but porn stars themselves, his own past before foster care. There was too much to process, so much to say, but no words to say it. So he simply curled up with his new family. He felt the two sets of paws, one pair large and gentle, one smaller and light, roaming over his sides, their bodies pressed to his, not in a crush of sexual desire, but of genuine concern for his well-being. Lysander's new life was gonna take a lot of getting used to.