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Raykin staggered out of the den clearing, tongue flopping sideways and pulse pounding in his ears. His mind swirled drunkenly in a confusion of lust and remorse. Ry and Keet, his beloved kits, had just teamed up to give him some of the finest sex of his life! And he and his mate had tricked them to get it!

The dog fox shivered as he remembered that erotic nursing -- the blissful tightness of the kits' muzzles, the insatiable thirst in their suckling -- a desperate father might only dream of such an experience! But now that the pleasure was over, there was no escaping the nagging guilt that had risen up the moment he'd spread his legs for the curious youngsters.

The opportunity had seemed irresistible at the time, and Kysp had been mysteriously sympathetic. Nevertheless, the fact remained that the devious parents had manipulated their own kits, readily exploiting the little foxes' trust and innocence for casual self-gratification.

Ry and Keet seemed entirely clueless to how they'd been used -- but of course that could never last! How would they react when they learned the truth?

Raykin's stomach turned as he acknowledged just how badly he wanted more!

Shaking his head in frustration, he loped into the forest ahead. He definitely needed something to eat. He was weak and ill-tempered, and dull pangs of hunger clouded his thinking. Arriving at one of his favorite hunting paths, the fox slowed until he could appreciate the pungent diversity of scents, the rustling sounds, the trace chill of the wind in every fleeting shadow...

Lately, Raykin's best source of prey had been the rock-dwelling rodents on the ridge above the den clearing. But at that altitude his prospects of catching "something with feathers" were poor. Downhill in the other direction the valley turned and widened, bisecting the far edge of the fox's home mountain range and emptying rather suddenly into the foothills and prairie beyond. This lower land was a vast, barren grassy expanse that stood in stark contrast to the dense coniferous forests and snowcapped mountains looming stalwart on its northwestern side.

In prior seasons the grassland had supported a delicious variety of ground-nesting birds. With the scarcity this season, Raykin didn't expect the hunting to be strong. But their mating time was near, and with any luck the hopeful fox would find an ambitious young cock strutting about already, preoccupied and easy prey. Considering the reward back home if he COULD catch one, Raykin was determined to track one down -- even if it meant hunting outside his territory to increase the odds.

The seasoned fox skirted the valley carefully from the safety of the trees. The sun overhead made it difficult to watch for eagles, his predominant airborne predator, who would certainly try to make a meal of him dare he travel in the open. As the trail descended further, cedar and pine crowded out fir, and the forest cover was broken by an interspersing of short meadows, muddy with the cold slush of lingering snow that shouldn't be there this late in the season. A sparkling stream, swift and chilly with snowmelt, flowed parallel to the footpath for several minutes.

Rounding the turn in the valley, Raykin spied his destination at the end of the mountains. Surveying the rolling foothills and ominous flatness beyond, he quickly reminded himself of the payoff at stake. Besides, he'd already traveled much too far to turn back now!

Licking his lips restlessly, he let his thoughts wander to the hungry kits. His balls ached as he remembered spreading potent seed all over their faces; how they'd swallowed it happily and even lapped up the leftovers. In moments he was half-erect, sheath bouncing stiffly off his legs as he trotted, head hung low in shame. Damn it all! Those beautiful memories were disturbingly, wonderfully vivid. He slowed to a stop, fighting to control his racing emotion.

Preening his fur consolingly, Raykin discovered he was standing near a cluster of bushes dotted with flowers, an oasis hidden in a cloud of butterflies. With a delighted tail-swish he gobbled everything that moved, along with the flowers. Grateful for the snack, he worried how easily he'd almost missed such obvious prey. The fox narrowed his eyes, determined to stay focused.

In a few minutes he reached the bottom of the valley. Testing the air one last time, he trotted ahead into the foothills, the shelter of the treeline fading quickly behind him. He acknowledged he was in no condition to provoke an encounter with his own predators, but he calculated they were elsewhere due to the meager hunting in the region. Doubtless it was a risky gamble!

The afternoon sun streamed down all around the handsome fox, illuminating the breathtaking countryside in glowing warmth. Pace quickening and muscles flexing with adrenaline, he continuously monitored the scents. He detected territorial markings of a rival and predator -- a moderately healthy yearling coyote male, probably contending with a food shortage not unlike his own -- but the urine was two days stale. He cataloged the scent in case they crossed paths later.

In another twenty minutes, his own territory was reduced to a blur of snowclad gray-green in the distance behind him. There were very few animals about. He heard the occasional rodent scurrying under the grass, and traded wary looks with a circling hawk, but most nearby movement was only the wind. The gentle hills, tufts of higher grass and occasional ravines made visibility fair at best. The farther he traveled in this unfamiliar landscape, the more his anxiety grew...

He grunted dejectedly. It was time to turn around. But wait, borne on the breeze an elusive call -- that of the ground nesters! Oh, bless the fates!

The fox froze mid-step. There! Near a shelter of tall grass was a prairie chicken, alternating between foraging and snooping around for company. The bird was small and scraggy -- but certainly adequate. Raykin circled slowly, senses attuned for the ambush. Cunningly he placed the tall grass, a worthy obstacle, in line to shield his approach... and the wind was in his favor, carrying his scent and sound away from the unsuspecting prey.

The feathery male never saw him coming. A dash to the left, the crushing bite -- and a clean kill! Mouth watering hungrily and heart racing with the thrill of success, Raykin slung the hapless quarry over his shoulder and cantered victoriously toward home.

The journey back to his native forest was long but uneventful. Slipping into the safety of the valley-bottom trees and facing a daunting uphill climb, his tension gave way to exhaustion. He desperately wanted to devour the dead prairie chicken, but this rare delicacy was reserved for Kysp. He would hunt for himself this evening, surely he HAD to. And in the meantime --

Raykin mulled over the predicament at the den clearing, considering what to do when he reunited with his family.

Ry and Keet would try to nurse him again -- why wouldn't they? They had been ecstatic to discover the new source of 'milk'. Kysp would be no help either: she'd already promised the kits another suckling. Backtracking wasn't going to be easy! Of course, another part of him didn't WANT it to be easy...

Nursing, at least, was a gentle pleasure. And right now it was all about provision too, wasn't it? His ejaculate surely wasn't as nutritious as Kysp's milk nor the parents' regurgitated meat, but in a time of scarcity, everything counted for something! Besides, as hunting improved and the kits instinctively developed an appetite for live prey, maybe the quandary would disappear on its own...

To the matter of conscience, the question of whether the incest was --wrong-- seemed entirely beside the point; the sensations were heavenly and his imagination was overwhelmed. Both Ry and Keet were naive and eager to explore, and Kysp seemed to have completely invested in the family's general debauchery!

Yes, he accepted the convention that traditional and moral foxes didn't indulge themselves in their own kits. But what was tradition, anyway?! His male parts were only forbidden because they'd always been forbidden! Every fox mated eventually, if they lived that long. In experiencing this truth -- whether or not the kits realized it yet -- did age really matter? Was he just afraid to let his litter grow up?

His ears flicked. And later... perhaps with enough encouragement, the kits would let him mount? He shivered as he envisioned Keet's angelic rump, the delicate Y-shaped lines of her tiny vulva, her adorable puckered tailhole...

And Ry! He imagined the stifled eeps and groans the spunky kit would make while fighting bravely to accommodate even part of that throbbing length...

He felt his erection growing again as he let his thoughts run wild. If sex became a regular thing, could Keet eventually take his knot? Could Ry?

Would he even give them the choice?

He froze, fur bristled, shocked at the degeneracy of his own fantasies. Intoxicated by lust, he recognized something sinister inside himself truly seemed willing to --go there--. If he thought he could control such a monster, he need only remind himself how readily he abandoned his principles this very morning, purposely exposing his stiffening maleness to the wide-eyed kits.

NO! He was their father, their protector. He was the one responsible that they -didn't- get hurt, and up until today he had fulfilled this role flawlessly! Conflicted, he took a series of deep, huffing breaths, choked by a bitter mix of thrill and sadness.

The deception enabling this fantasy was undeniable, and Raykin concluded that it above all was what troubled his mind. He and Kysp had deliberately misled the kits! Ry and Keet gave them their trust freely, helplessly, without the mates needing to earn it. This terrible lie, if allowed to persist, could only grow. Betrayal would then be an eventuality, and Raykin imagined it would be profound.

He knew he had to make a decision, and soon, and be unwavering. If he didn't rectify things now, he wouldn't have the willpower to do so later!

The virile fox stamped his paw in resolution: he and Kysp WOULD correct their lie, and educate the kits. Hopefully then the young foxes would still want to explore. But if not... even if it meant he himself was fated for many more miserable days with no access to sex... even if Kysp continued to torment him with her own denial -- whatever happened, it was worthwhile to ensure the well-being of his precious kits!

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The afternoon shadows stretched long, the highest mountaintops already beginning to obscure the dwindling sunlight. Raykin kept a steady pace, making good time along an alternate series of hunting trails, and finally crested the ridge above the den clearing.

Descending from there into the familiar thicket, he felt himself tingling all over, his resolve crumbling with every step. Maybe rejecting the kits' earnest advances would confuse or upset them? Maybe he needed to confront Kysp in private, since she would most likely just fight with him anyway. He assured himself once more that he would follow his heart and set everything right...

He could hear the kits giggling. It was just like this morning, everything was the same --

And there he stood, just ten short paces away from another rapturous nursing.

Raykin growled around the dead creature in his mouth, disgusted with himself for fantasizing about it yet again!

He swallowed once and padded slowly into the den clearing. Standing so close nearby, surely they'd discover him in a moment anyway... and he dared offer himself no more time alone with his wandering mind.

Kysp was on her belly entertaining the kits in a frenzied game of 'chase-the-tail.' The vixen perked up excitedly when she spotted Raykin and his catch.

"Hmm...! Well done, my mate!" The gleam in her eyes assured him she was impressed. Raykin beamed gratefully at her complement, tossing the prairie chicken at her feet with a playful flourish. Dutifully, he turned his body straightwise to shield his nethers from the kits.

"Hiii Daddy!" squeaked Keet and Ry. The mischievous duo jumped up with a chorus of welcoming yips, then sniffed curiously at the feathery prey. He felt a wash of relief as it seemed to be distracting them...

"I want milk!" Keet declared suddenly in an incredibly innocent, adorable voice. She looked up at her daddy, and her eyes traveled straight to his hindquarters as she licked her lips.

"Me too!" echoed Ry, following her gaze. Kysp grinned and stretched her hindlegs, watching the other three.

"I-I brought you dinner!" Raykin offered feebly, pointing toward the chicken with his nose, eyes, and ears. Ignoring his body language, the kits trotted toward their father determinedly. The dog fox shivered, dreading what was next. His penis, sliding out of its sheath in betrayal, made his whole package heavy and floppy between his legs.

"Kits!" he practically shouted. "What about this delicious chicken?" He sidestepped Keet and bumped Ry off track with his hips, placing a forepaw on the bird to ruffle its feathers enticingly. Effortlessly, Ry slipped between his legs from behind as Keet closed the distance ahead -- and there was nowhere left to go.

Attacking from the front, Keet got to Raykin's 'nipple' first and latched onto the sensitive organ without hesitation. Nestling into his privates, her thirsty little tongue began rubbing and probing at his sheathlips, coaxing him out. The big male gasped loudly at the slippery attention from his daughter's greedy muzzle as the salacious suckling began.

Trembling in dismay, Raykin leaned forward, spreading his legs to give the kit full access. Ry jostled up against his sister and started licking along the furry edges of his daddy's bulging sheath, but Keet blocked him away with her hindquarters competitively. This earned her a sharp nip and she let go of Raykin to yelp loudly, flattening her ears and gekkering at Ry. Raykin shifted his weight nervously, his delicate male parts hanging unprotected, mere inches from flashing milkteeth. He looked pleadingly at Kysp.

The vixen intervened -- but made no attempt to rescue her flustered mate. "Ry, wait your turn, honey."

"But Mommmm!!!!" The he-kit scuffled the ground in protest while Keet glared angrily.

"Here, try this!" The golden vixen tore into the chicken between her paws, blood droplets and feathers erupting into the air. Ry took a jealous look at Keet, who watched him closely until Raykin's hardening maleness bumped into her cheek, reminding her of the task at hand.

Convinced her brother was no longer a threat, Keet turned back and popped the whole penis into her mouth, suckling contentedly. Gritting his teeth in defeat, Raykin committed himself to this fate.

Ry pouted a moment as he watched his sister tonguing at the stiffening nipple, then gave up and trotted over to Kysp to investigate those weird, wonderful feathers!

Raykin looked over his shoulder at his daughter, intent on watching her whole performance this time. Filling out quickly, his erection expanded onward into Keet's tiny snout, steadily pushing her back. The handsome male shuddered at the rippling surges of gratification as she tugged and stroked along his arousal in fervent "shhlrp-slllps." As she unwittingly fellated her father, the vixen-kit pinned her ears back snugly to keep his belly fur from tickling them.

Keet's muzzle enveloped Raykin's straining member, her cheeks flexing with the catch and release of strong suckling and her tongue lunging forward and backward, blanketing the underside of her daddy's fattening girth in a compelling petition. Soon, the black skin of her lips sparkled with the first of his watery sex-fluids and her own gooey drips of saliva. As the wet mixture dribbled slowly down her chin, her eyes glistened brightly, darting all over his elongating dog-fox parts curiously.

Raykin was nearly crawling out of his skin in pleasure. Keet was thirsty, eager and determined...

"Thrust a little." Kysp encouraged huskily. Raykin turned and blinked at her in surprise, unsure whether he'd heard her correctly through the fog in his mind. Kysp was quite serious.

Impulsively, he started humping softly. Keet gagged and jerked back, but swiftly adapted, following his movement with her head while twisting her ears at the uncomfortable incursion. The horny father was rewarded with a burst of new sensations and gently continued gyrating his hips, panting and drooling with his mouth hanging open in dirty passion.

Keet lagged behind her daddy's movements just enough that Raykin was able to penetrate deeper at the low point of each thrust. As the awkward nipple prodded uncomfortably into the back of her throat with sticky "shhlk-glk" sounds, Keet shifted her stance so she could parry with her neck as well. The kit contained some of the deeper thrusts with choking "glurkks" but stubbornly maintained her grip on the hefty phallus, continuing to suckle.

Ry and Kysp worked slowly on the chicken. Ry, perplexed with the unusual food, was now completely oblivious to the nursing. He pawed at the bird, growling quietly, trying to understand how to get at the juicy meat with a mouthful of bloody feathers. Kysp, however, knew exactly where to bite, allowing her to focus full attention on the lascivious dinner entertainment happening a few footsteps away. The deviant mother lay straight and tense, her shoulders forward and tail fluffed out behind her, fur ruffling in the fading breeze.

"That's a good girl!" the vixen praised.

Keet coughed suddenly and backpedaled, popping free spicily. Raykin stopped thrusting and rumbled softly, his needy maleness twitching directly in front of his daughter's face, sheath rounded on either side with the imprint of his knot. The petite foxling looked up at the throbbing penis, intimidated.

"Big kits don't stop!" Kysp scolded wryly.

Keet blinked and doubled down, sliding as much of the penis BACK into her mouth as she could in a nimble, decisive gulp. Raykin clenched his teeth and hurriedly resumed thrusting, harder now. The kit sputtered again but managed to hang on.

Kysp giggled amusedly. "Relax, honey."

The kit slid off the shaft with a loud "schplok", hot fluids dripping from her chin in several gooey strands. Raykin's spasming masculinity flopped down from its own weight, then sprung back up pointed toward her in desperate arousal, spurting precum onto her lips softly. The dog fox whined uncomfortably at the interruption...

"Mom! He won't stand still!!" Keet complained, then extended her tongue to catch the spritzing juices. With the kit still watching her mother sideways, Raykin rubbed his heated flesh into her nose. He flinched reflexively as the kit proceeded to bathe his sensitive glans.

"Then let him do the work for you." Kysp encouraged. "That pumping he's doing is very good -- it makes more milk!"

"But Mommy, his nipple goes too far in!" A squirt of precum caught the kit directly in the left nostril and she sneezed cutely, then flicked her tongue to clean it up.

"Swallow. Do you feel your throat open wide? Nurse him just like that!" Frowning, Keet nodded obediently.

"Besides," Kysp added smugly, "don't you want to make Mommy proud?"

Raykin glared at his mate, libido smothered by her bullying. Kysp yawned at him challengingly as he swiveled his ears.

Keet took a deep breath and squinted hard at Raykin's foxhood, ready to conquer. "Okay, mom." The kit snatched him with her tongue and sucked him back in, unsheathing his knot just before it would have been too uncomfortable. Raykin stood perfectly still, defying Kysp and letting his frustrated daughter work at her own pace.

Keet suckled for a few seconds, then let go again, turning to look at Raykin. The kit's eyes were pleading and confused, and a sensuous mixture of fluids stretched naughtily from her tongue to her father's swinging sex.

"Daddy? Please keep 'pumping'" she begged sweetly. "I wanna be a big kit!"

Raykin nodded reluctantly, damned either way. Kysp grinned at him victoriously. The dog fox did his best to ignore her as he slowly resumed a compassionate thrusting.

Raykin smoldered inside. How he hated Kysp's bullying! One moment she seemed to be helping him along, the next she deliberately took the fun right out of it. It was infuriating!

But still, he had to admit the 'pumping' felt glorious... maybe this was the worst of it. Maybe Kysp would just shut up and let them enjoy the act...

At any rate, Keet would be no worse for wear -- he would certainly see to that!

The vixen swallowed dryly. "Keet, when you nurse him like this, there's going to be a LOT of milk. When it comes, take a deep breath through your nose and hold it. Keep swallowing until he's done."

"Be a good kit and drink it all!" Kysp snickered at Raykin, who scowled at her again, still jabbing at Keet's muzzle gently. Keet acknowledged her mother's coaching with a throaty grunt, keeping her chin raised and jaw open as Raykin humped.

Engulfed in guilty pleasure, the preoccupied male promptly returned to watching his daughter. She stood rigid, her head high and bouncing in time to the subdued mating-motion of his hips, her cheeks sculpted deliciously around his distended member. There was a moment of intense pressure welling up, realization, and --

Groaning lustily, Raykin ejaculated in a heady torrent of gooey, potent seed, barely able to keep his thrusts sure and steady. Keet faltered at first, her eyes wide in panic, then took a noisy breath through her nose. Raykin humped forward one last time and planted his legs, burying his penis as deep in his daughter's muzzle as she could handle. Throat spasming around his swollen maleness, Keet sucked furiously beneath him, guiding the spurting juices straight into her gullet. Balls twitching earnestly, Raykin kept it coming, feeling the wetness pooling up quickly in the narrow orifice surrounding his shaft.

Keet rocked her head back sharply as she fought to hold on. A moment later salty hot spunk began spilling down her chin, but the determined kit held on to the front half of his penis, gulping loudly at the creamy proteins inundating her mouth. She choked a little as she swallowed a tremendous mouthful, causing most of the remaining cum to splort out across her cheeks, streaming stickily down her face and neck. A particularly gooey slantwise splatter forced her to close one eye. But somehow she stayed tightly latched to her father, pulling vigorously.

As Raykin finished his climax and entered a steadier phase of rhythmic cumming, Keet regained her composure and nestled back in, swallowing most of the shaft diligently. Panting heavily, Raykin stood motionless for several minutes, his kit daughter coupled snugly to his crotch as she drank a bellyfull of semen.

Finally, the studly adult finished ejaculating and the kit had had enough. Keet slid free with a loud "glllrrk," pearly liquids rolling from her mouth, huffing loudly for fresh air. Raykin's slickened member swung heavily between his legs, dripping leftover fluids.

The dog fox shuddered, dry-firing in twitchy little spurts. Licking the tip of his nose contentedly, Raykin admired his handiwork. Keet's face, chest and paws were completely drenched in slimy spooge. Raykin didn't know if he had -ever- produced that much. Keet stood shakily, tongue hanging loose and dripping with overflow, and immediately looked at Kysp to see if she approved.

The vixen's fur was ruffled electrically, eyes slitted open and lips drawn tense but smiling. When she spoke her voice was low and thick.

"Bravo, Keet. You did very well." The kit broke into an exhausted smile. "Come over here, honey, and I'll clean you up."

Keet lay down next to her mother. Ry sniffed at her jealously and started to get up -- but Kysp held him back with a cautionary growl. Keet gloated weakly, then snuggled up to her mommy for a bath.

The vixen lowered her head and started lapping at Keet's face. The young female closed her eyes and lifted her chin, tonguing semen off her nose and lips and swallowing it audibly. Little by little, Kysp worked the drying sperm out of her daughter's fur, reveling in the twisted moment.

Raykin cleaned himself gently, then stepped over to join his family. The foxes surrounded what was left of the prairie chicken. Ry, nibbling on a bony scrap, sneezed a cloud of feathers.

"Mom! This is too hard to eat!" The kit whined. "I want milk!" Ry looked longingly at Raykin, whose tingling privates were buried under his dapper white bellyfloof.

"He needs a break, son." Kysp giggled. "You can have your go in a few minutes. After all, it's only fair that you get a turn, too!" She licked her lips in arousal.

The dog fox smiled halfheartedly at Ry before folding his paws to think about all that had just happened. Too quickly he felt the satisfaction fading and a new, overpowering wave of responsibility and regret rising within. Glumly he remembered how, upon returning from his hunt, he had been so resolute to set things right! And then he'd silenced his heart, listening only to his balls.

But this time it certainly hadn't been just 'one more nursing'...

As soon as he'd started humping Keet's muzzle, everything but the sex had seemed secondary. Unwilling to confront Kysp's bullying or do anything at all to stop the abuse, he was clearly not in control of the situation, least of all of himself! He looked over at Kysp and noticed her watching him intently, that evasive hint-of-a-smile decorating the corners of her mouth... she was playing mind games, as usual.

"Kysp --" he started, hesitating immediately. He wasn't sure what to say next. He didn't want a bitter confrontation, especially not in front of the kits. Without question, the sex itself was fantastic. The roughening of their misbehavior certainly troubled him -- but was Keet really any worse for wear? He watched her closely as Kysp tounged across her chest. The kit DID seem a little perturbed, but it was probably just her unfamiliarity with the experience. He had been --very-- careful not to hurt her...

Without lifting her head, Kysp gazed bewitchingly at Raykin, moaning softly as she made a show at the taste of his syrupy essence. The dog fox felt another sudden rush of blood to his nether regions. Kysp continued cleaning Keet, long, loud, slow sweeping licks, never breaking eye contact with Raykin. Silvery arcs of semen stretched lewdly between the little kit and the bathing tongue as the vixen teased her mate.

Raykin noticed his attentive son studying him closely, scarcely a moment before the kit's question.

"Daddy? Why are you looking at them like that?"

Raykin struggled to conceal his true emotion. "I-I just love you all, so very much!" He stammered. Too late he realized his ears were splayed, whiskers twitching unconvincingly...

The kit tilted his head. "But Daddy, you look all funny and scared!"

Keet nodded in agreement, her tongue an adorable blep as she had forgotten to put it away. Kysp carefully licked dollops of fox-cream from one of the youngster's dainty paws.

The vixen interjected. "Ry, your daddy is really happy he found someone he can share his milk with! Someone cute and small, who likes it a bunch!"

Curse that deceitful bitch, deepening the pit at every opportunity!

Keet giggled and stuck her nose up at Ry. "The milk is VERY yummy, Mommy!"

Ry pouted and glared at his sister.

Kysp grinned. "That it is! And he always makes plenty for BOTH of you!"

"When I have kits someday, I'm gonna nurse them whenever they want!" Ry boasted passive-aggressively. Clearly the kit was already convinced this sort of nursing was perfectly normal.

The bewildered father tried his best to steer things right. "Are you now? Don't you want to be a big, strong hunter and bring your children nice juicy meat, like this chicken here?"

Ry made a face. "It's too fluffy! I don't like it. Kits just wanna drink milk."

The dog fox swallowed helplessly.

"Ry, come here!" Kysp called. The kit nuzzled up to Kysp expectantly, looking up at her with his gentle blue eyes and licking tenderly at her lips. Kysp leaned down to meet him, in the same motion she used when feeding the siblings as they "practiced their weaning". But instead of ejecting the kit's usual fare, Kysp locked muzzles with Ry in a deep, drippy kiss, spooning globs of spooge into his mouth with her snaking tongue. Raykin felt his erection slipping forward along the soft dirt beneath him.

Ry gurgled eagerly, excited by the colorful flavors of his father's exotic milk. Wiping the feathers off the kit's face, Kysp peeked over at Raykin. Scarcely louder than a whisper, somewhere between mocking and seducing him, she asked: "Ready for Ry's turn?"

The dog fox swallowed, nodding shakily.

Now her voice was sharp and commanding -- the usual Kysp. "Leg up, then."

Heart pounding wildly, Raykin rolled sideways and lifted a hind leg. His genitals flopped forward, lewdly exposed and ready for sucking. Licking his lips excitedly, Ry dropped to his belly alongside his horny daddy. Keet followed a step behind, but Kysp reminded her firmly that it was Ry's turn. The young female sat on her haunches next to Ry and pouted as her brother gloatingly turned his attention to Raykin's outthrust 'teat'.

Ry tongued for the penis eagerly, promptly getting a grip and steering the tapered shaft into his mouth. Raykin clenched his paws as the hungry kit hastily swallowed the whole of his exposed length -- and even part of the tender sheath -- and began nursing loudly, kneading Raykin's groin with his little paws. The dog fox moaned and curled his toes, his maleness pulsing deliciously, engulfed in warm, wet, irresistible suction. Ry's enthusiastic tugging ensured his knot was free to swell comfortably outside its furry covering. And quickly it did!

"That's it, Ry!" Kysp cheered. "Now, Keet got almost all of your daddy's nipple into her mouth. Think you can do that too?"

Raykin's heart thundered at that prospect. Ry blinked and took a deep breath around his impressive mouthful, his competitive nature triggering at the challenge. A moment later the kit lurched forward and tried to hilt Raykin's full erection in his narrow muzzle. His gag reflex kicked in and he coughed and jerked back. Keet laughed at him and Ry flattened his ears.

Ry let go of the nipple with an angry "ssshpk." "Mom! Make her go away!"

Raykin's penis waved untended in the cool air, jouncing twitchily just in front of the kit, hot streaks of precum squirting in steady rhythm. Before the little foxes could bicker, Kysp distracted them with a lesson.

"Kits, pay attention. Males don't usually make a lot of milk, they need time to rest between nursings so their bodies can make more. You must always drink whatever they give and not let any go to waste."

Still watching Kysp, Ry dropped his head to catch the swaying foxcock. He missed his mark and the hefty red mass spanked the side of his snout, the spurting tip brushing his red-orange cheekfur with a silvery glaze. The kit pulled back and corrected his aim, kissing his lips around the sensitive nub at the tip of the turgid organ to capture the jets of pre. Raykin's eyes positively bulged as Ry's youthful features boldly contrasted the enormous, knotted penis the kit was slurping -- the quivering shaft longer than his whole head! Kysp winked at her mate and continued.

"Keet, you nursed him first, so you got the most milk. Now I want you to help your daddy feel the best he can so Ry can get a fair share." Ry, ears perked, turned to Keet and nodded insistently, pre striping across his opposite cheek while he looked the other way.

"Okay Mommy." Keet agreed. She glared and stuck her tongue out at Ry.

"Good girl. You go lay down and lick that squishy pouch between Daddy's legs. Don't stop licking no matter what, and make sure you cover it well. That will feel really nice to him, and help him make more of his milk for Ry."

Raykin's mind was summersaulting. What on earth was Kysp teaching these kits? He blinked, his blood boiling with the taboo adventure of it all.

Suddenly he felt Keet's warm, slender tongue gliding tentatively across his scrotum -- shyly squashing and jiggling his most intimate and vulnerable male parts -- and his whole body tensed urgently with newfound pleasure. Keet licked his balls as they stacked sideways, facing them from below, starting at his bottom leg and rising across the sack to his opposite thigh. She repeated the motion, exploring gently. Then again, and again more assertively, as she found herself comfortable with the taste and texture. She bathed each orb individually, then both of them together, then guttered her tongue along the squishy raphe between the testicles... Raykin was beside himself, drooling fiercely!

To add to these sensations, Ry had quickly grabbed his maleness and sucked him back in, nursing intently as if to somehow outdo Keet. Because Raykin was laying sideways, Ry's stroking tongue rippled along his penile surfaces in a sensual, lopsided way. Still squeezing with his paws, the kit bobbed his head irregularly, helping to stimulate the male in a swirling squelch of juices and an elastic flex of cheek-skin. Ry's excited huffs tickled the topside of Raykin's bulbous knot, while the kit's strong tongue flickered smoothly along the straining sex organ with a titillating "ssssslk-ssslluk" sound.

Mewling in bliss and fighting to keep his eyes open, Raykin did his best to savor the euphoric moment!

Keet, cross-eyed, seemed mesmerized by the squishy new body part that dwarfed her tiny muzzle. The pliable nutsack would pooch up in a big fuzzy mound and just her eyes would peek over, then her tongue would appear up the middle and the bag would roll and flatten to the sides. The inquisitive kit leaned into her licks, snuffling noisily at the musky daddy scents as she dragged her nose against his smooshy fur-clad skin, changing angles constantly to explore every uncharted inch.

Ry nursed with ferocity, twisting his head with each thrust of his tongue to see if he could go any deeper. He alternated between watching Keet, checking Kysp for approval and glancing back at Raykin's bulging knot to measure the depth he was achieving. Kysp lay between the siblings, observing and encouraging them both, thoroughly enjoying the forbidden action happening just below her deviant muzzle.

"Good boy, Ry. Now just like I told Keet, swallow and hold your throat open!"

Without warning Kysp lifted a paw and pressed it on the back of Ry's head, driving him forward. The kit's eyes widened as he slid abruptly onto the rigid penis. He gagged and resisted, and Kysp eased up for a moment -- then forcefully guided him forward again. Ry wriggled and yelped a muffled "eep", choking loudly around the thick maleness wedged so suddenly into the back of his throat!

"Kysp--!" Raykin barked. The vixen glanced at him sideways, still holding the kit in place. Ry choked again, jaws caging around Raykin so the teeth pinched uncomfortably.

"AhhhhAAAAA" the dog fox flinched and Kysp half-released Ry, allowing the kit to slide back without giving him room to escape completely. Ry stopped sucking and sniffled unhappily. Keet looked up, startled by her brother's predicament.

"Keep nursing if you want your milk, Ry!" Kysp scolded relentlessly, slipping her paw back down to his shoulders where it seemed less a threat. Collecting himself bravely, the little male obeyed.

Raykin stared at his mate, his instincts screaming that he put a stop to this orgy right away...

Kysp looked back at Keet and the two made eye contact. Without a word, the kit resumed her brisk licking. "Good girl! Don't miss the spot right here..." she touched Raykin's perineum with her forepaw and Raykin caught his breath. Keet made that area the target of her washing -- and that was all the pent-up male could handle.

Raykin's climax exploded into the back of Ry's waiting throat. It caught the little fox by surprise and he jerked back quickly. Muzzle brimming with fresh seed, Ry pricked his ears at the tasty flood of coveted daddy-milk and resumed his zealous nursing. The twisty sideways suction of his tiny muzzle was unbearably stimulating, and Raykin blasted rope after heated rope -- and Ry stayed connected, lips locked and swallowing impressively, not spilling a single drop!

Keet continued lapping at the dog fox's scrotum, fascinated by the subtle changes she could feel inside it as her daddy ejaculated, too distracted with her plump and squishy plaything to appreciate the sensational milking occurring so close nearby.

Kysp, however, seemed bent on shaking things up...

The golden vixen slipped her paw back up Ry's head and pressed it forward, as before. Fur bristling from nose to tail, Ry stiffened in fear, desperately raking all four paws backwards against the dirt to no avail. Once again, the kit bit down sharply on the intruding penis. Raykin flinched and chewed his tongue angrily, too clouded by pleasure to voice his demand for Kysp to stop -- though he managed a disturbed, yelping whine.

The vixen reminded Ry to "take one deep breath and keep swallowing, honey" as she mercilessly increased the pressure. Jaws spread open around Raykin's engorged maleness, Ry had nowhere to go, so he changed his approach from distraught wriggling to frantic swallowing. In his panic he had forgotten his earlier rhythm, and the cum pooling in his throat began audibly squirting out all sides of his muzzle in little "jwks" and "sprrks." While he struggled, Kysp continued rocking the kit's head forward and back, methodically.

Jaw gaping wide, Raykin writhed in ecstasy. Hips bucking softly, he curled his tongue, moaning faintly in whimpering grunts. His emptying foxhood stayed buried most of the way inside his kit son's muzzle, the fleshy tip jabbing uncomfortably deep into the spasming hollowness of Ry's narrow gullet, the pooling juices and clenching muscles augmenting the violent pleasure of his orgasm.

He was vaguely aware of Keet stopping her tongue bath to ask about Ry. He heard Kysp snap something like "keep licking, if you're not too little to finish the job" as the vixen continued milking him with Ry's face. As his sex bottomed out again and again, Raykin felt his son adopt a more resolved swallowing -- and the kit's submissiveness ignited a new wave of powerful ejaculations. After a few more delirious moments the world stopped spinning and Raykin found himself back in the den clearing.

The dog fox suddenly noticed Kysp's sick smirk, the concern in Keet's eyes and the tears streaming down Ry's cheeks.

"K-Kysp! STOP!" He shouted.

Kysp swallowed dryly and released Ry in a sputtering gush of fluids, the exhausted kit gasping for air and uttering a terrified squeak from the back of his poor abused throat. Strings of spooge separated gooily from Ry's lips and Raykin's cockhead, as the dog fox painted the kit's face with the last of his sperm.

"Don't waste that milk, Ry!" Kysp commanded. Ry, still crying silently, obediently began tonguing up the stray splatters. This did nothing to stop the continuing squirts, so he opened his mouth and caught those instead, swallowing between gasps.

The vixen let him work for a moment, then congratulated him dubiously. "Ry, you did very well! I'm so proud of you! Now Keet, why don't you and your brother work together to drink the rest of this milk?"

Keet jumped up and repositioned herself to lap dutifully at the flopping penis. Rattled as he was, Ry could never let himself lose precious milk to his sister, and he weakly bucked up to help Keet with the mess. Quite suddenly the little tongues became a burn, and Raykin rolled over with a yelp, dirt and pine needles launching into the air. He curled up protectively around his stinging privates, huffing his displeasure at the whole universe.

Kysp collected the kits in front of her and licked their faces, one after the other. Raykin finally sat up, still panting, heart heavy with the significance of what they'd just done. The dog fox glared at Kysp and whimpered angrily, finally realizing just how far she was willing to go...she fired back with an icy smile, raising her eyebrows in mock amusement.

"Well kits, I think you learned a lot today. Both of you did a marvelous job!" She swished her tail decisively.

"Thank you Mommy!" they said quietly, in unison. Ry snuggled into Kysp's chest fur, trying to get as close as possible, as Keet lay down against the vixen's forepaws. Kysp licked Ry's face and the kit closed his eyes appreciatively, loosing a second wave of tears and turning his head away from Keet to hide them. Raykin watched, dumbfounded. Kysp's tender kisses seemed to comfort the kit, perhaps mending the immediate hurt...but Raykin knew some deeper emotional damage had certainly been done.

He cursed himself for not trusting his own gut feeling. He remembered his many reservations earlier, and how he'd foolishly suppressed them at every moment of truth. These rotten sex-games he'd played with Kysp had always been far too dangerous, what with the kits constantly nearby! Inviting them to participate in the exploitation had been lunacy -- and in hindsight, this regrettable outcome seemed obvious.

And yet, things wouldn't HAVE to have gone this way! He growled bitterly. If only it weren't for Kysp and her outrageous disregard!

He felt a renewed determination to put a stop to this madness before it could go any further. With his mate acting the tyrant, keeping to the present course meant the family would soon unravel. He alone was responsible to change their fate; he alone seemed willing to.

He noticed the vixen watching his eyes, and knew she sensed the grim change in his attitude.

Kysp tilted her head at Ry and Keet. "Your daddy sure is generous to feed you, isn't he, kits?"

"Yes!" Keet exclaimed. Ry nodded slowly.

She studied Raykin's pained expression, the looked back at the kits. "What do you think of the chicken?"

Ry sniffled and made a face. "I really don't like meat. Only milk."

"It looks chewy and slow, Mommy." Keet added. "I wanna drink Daddy's milk instead."

Raykin groaned. "B-but kits -- how will you grow strong and hunt and survive on your own? What will you do when you get bigger and my milk isn't enough?"

"I'm full now." reasoned Ry. "And there's always extra."

"I wanna nurse you Daddy, forever and ever!" Keet proclaimed with conviction.

Raykin squirmed unhappily. "Kits, you look so sleepy -- I think it's time to rest."

Kysp nodded. "Yes, tomorrow is another day." She looked straight at Raykin. "And when you wake up, you can nurse him for breakfast!"

"Yay!" the kits celebrated and nestled in with Kysp as she curled up in a fluffy, foxy ball.

"And then we'll play ... some other new games!" The vixen laughed devilishly.

"What games?" The kits blinked up at her inquisitively. "Tell us, Mommy!"

"You'll find out soon enough!" She winked at Raykin.

The dog fox, shaking now, looked hard at Kysp. He could barely whisper.

"We need to talk!"