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It was snowing again. It had snowed last night, and the night before that. Granted 'night' was kind of a loose term anymore. The sun had not shown for more than three hours at a time for several weeks. And what little sun there was happened to be almost not worth bothering to see it. It was just the nature of living so far north. Polar night was rough on those who weren't used to it.

Anders and Wray had only moved up six months ago, back when the sun refused to go away. It was a novel experience for them, seeing daylight constantly throughout what was usually considered day as well as night. It wasn't necessarily the most inviting environment for a llama and an alpaca, but the two boys were determined to make the best of the situation. Unfortunately, the long nights had proven more than they anticipated they could withstand.

"It's so cold I can't feel my feet! Even under the sheets!" Wray complained.

"Me neither," Anders replied, "And I want to go warm up the hot water bottle but the kitchen's even colder."

It was already fairly late. The two boys nestled up with one another were the only ones still awake at such an hour. And while their complaint about the cold was legitimate, their tolerance for the chill was certainly lower than their roommates. Or at least one of them.

"I wish I could find some slippers that fit us better. What they sell locally isn't for folks like us." Wray said.

"Not much around here is. They don't get much call for feet like ours," Anders said, "Cora's kinda lucky. You don't really have to worry about hooves getting frostbite."

It was a bit of hyperbole. Neither were anywhere near that degree of frigid discomfort. Normally, their shared home was quite cozy, but there had been a bit of a shortage in heating pellets. This was largely because Anders and Wray preferred it warmer than Cora opted to keep it. When they realized how low they had gotten in their supply, it was decided they needed to ration them until someone could get to the store to stock back up. The two less cold-tolerant boys were now having to contend with a bit of short-sightedness.

"Yeah, big guy like him, he's probably loving how much colder it is inside," Wray replied, "And Dezzy's got him all to himself, using him like a big, strong radiator."

In that instant, both alpaca and llama looked at one another. Cora was indeed quite large, and he was indeed a very good radiator. It was why they liked to nestle in on either side of him on the sofa when they watched something on TV. Thankfully, the big bull was more than happy to let them cuddle in for warmth. That fact had dawned on them in that very instant.

The two boys stared at each other in shock, baffled by the fact that they hadn't thought of this before. It was a beautiful, elegant solution to their problem.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Anders?" the slightly shorter of the two asked.

"I think so, Wray. But I don't think they make underwear that big." the other answered, having jumped further down the line of reasoning.

"That's a problem for our bovine roommate to figure out how to work around. First, we get warm. C'mon. The big pile of heat that is Cora is waiting for us." Wray shot back, removing himself from the relative comfort of the bed sheets.

Immediately, the chill in the air sank into his bones and he was tempted to dive back in and press up against his boyfriend. Thankfully, Anders was similarly emboldened by their revelation, and he had cast off the cover as well, along with what heat it contained. The two hopped off the bed and began making their way down the short hall to the next bedroom over. There, the source of their relief lay sleeping.

Cora had been living in the small, far north town for years. His husband, Dezzy, had lived with him during that entire time. Though there was a caveat. The monitor lizard insisted that he not have to deal with temperatures below 10 degrees celcius. Anything less than that and he became even more incredulous about the weather than Anders and Wray. That was why for nine months out of the year, Dezzy was usually nowhere to be seen, except as girth on the big bull's waistline.

The bovine lay in bed, a blanket and top sheet draped loosely over him as he slept. The covering was pulled into a large, round shape over him as the small mountain of his belly slowly rose and fell with his breath. That was where Dezzy 'hibernated' as he liked to call it, snug and secure in his husband's gut, specifically his womb. It wasn't exactly a secret to the townsfolk that they engaged in such a practice.

However, when Anders and Wray came to town looking for lodging, they were slightly stunned by it. Stunned in that they found themselves somewhat jealous of the lucky lizard for finding such a perfect place to hide from the cold. They didn't bother standing next to the bull's bed, gazing longingly at the pregnant swell. As soon as they walked in the room, they began to carefully slip their way into bed with Cora. He wasn't exactly a light sleeper, but then he wasn't the sort to sleep through someone jumping up and down on the bed either.

The two much shorter boys managed to climb in under the covers on either side of the bull and conceal themselves completely before he started to rouse. They pressed in against his sides, wrapping their arms as far around the 'motherly' swell he carried as they could. Already there was a significant increase in their comfort. Cora was a mobile furnace, and they intended to soak up as much warmth from him as they could get.

Their cold feet woke the bull as soon as they shoved them under his lower back. He grunted and complained as he stirred awake. Cora looked down in the dark of the room to see the bulge under the sheets his belly made was joined by two smaller peaks on either side. He sighed and lifted the covers to find Anders and Wray pressed against him.

"Guys, what's the big idea?" he asked, his voice deep and strong, possessing an accent that was common among those who lived so close to the pole.

"It's cold, what did you expect? If we can't burn enough pellets to keep from freezing in our room, we're gonna come steal heat from you." Anders said.

"You got more than enough to go around. Your husband gets to soak in it twenty-four-seven. We want in on some of that." Wray added.

The groggy bull yawned long and loud before flopping back down onto his back, letting his eyes drift shut.

"Fine, you can get warm. Just try not to shove anything cold under me like that. It's a little jarring when you do." Cora said.

The alpaca and llama blinked as they listened to the big bull's answer. Had he just agreed to what they wanted? They didn't think he would have been so interested. Overjoyed, they began fawning over the distended tummy whose occupant they were so envious of. They were going to be able to steal as much heat as they wanted! That called for a bit of a 'thank you' from them. So they began working on that.

The bull didn't bother wearing anything when he went to bed, which was one reason why they were so keen to climb in with him. Easy access was always a welcome perk. Their palms roamed over the great belly, slowly working down towards Cora's groin. He rumbled low in his throat as his roommates' intentions slowly began to reveal themselves to him. His length stiffened under the massaging over his husband-filled tummy.

That was something the bovine absolutely adored, people offering his middle attention as if he were an actual expectant mother. He didn't care if it was a stranger or someone he knew, he just loved having his belly rubbed. And if someone focused lower, they could trigger a particular result. That was exactly what the two boys were after, and it was making itself known at that moment.

The tall, dark mast rose up from where it had been laying between his muscular thighs, quickly pressing against the lower curve of his gut. Anders and Wray had been looking for that great mast to rise to meet them. Cora was very generously sized, far too large for either of them to properly ride. It didn't stop the boys from fantasizing. So, they decided to provide what appreciation they could.

A warm, wet tongue found its way to the head of the bull's length. It worked to draw away what moisture was found there, swirling across the round, gumdrop shaped feature. It made Cora moan softly and spread his legs a bit. It was Anders' doing. Wray had moved further down, nuzzling against the underside of the great shaft, even dipping down further to nibble oh so gently on the two melon-sized swells below.

It wasn't the first time Cora's roommates decided they wanted to lean closer to 'friends with benefits'. Dezzy had been consulted before anything happened and gave his blessing. His condition was that when next he was able to emerge, he might get to participate in whatever the two newcomers got into. Of course, that meant Anders and Wray would have to stick around until the start of next summer. With what they had in mind, that might actually be a lot more likely.

Both sets of lips worked their way over the bull's length, making him begin to squirm just ever so softly. He was more than happy to let them have their fun, and to fall asleep enjoying it. Then Anders sank his jaws down over the softly throbbing beast. With Wray working further down, and a warm, slick muzzle pushed over the end of his shaft, Cora wasn't going to last terribly long. He rarely did while he carried his husband. That was one of the many things about their arrangement he loved. Dezzy's presence under his skin left him easy to 'pop'.

Any little thing might set him to shivering and leave his pants stickier than they were before. Cora opened his jaws and moaned as a sudden surge flowed up through his aching length and right down Anders' throat. As soon as it started, he pushed hard over the mast, fighting against the steadily increasing strength of the bucks and twitches. The size the bull enjoyed between his thighs wasn't just for show either, as he was proving.

Anders' stomach began to swell as he gulped and gurgled, struggling not to make a terrible mess all down his front and under the sheets. That might come later, but he wanted to delay that for the time being. Unfortunately for him, he just didn't have the capacity to handle Cora's generous gushings. He began tapping frantically on Wray's shoulder, trying to get his attention. His boyfriend looked up, seeing that Anders' stomach now looked as if he had managed to smuggle his own passenger like Cora was doing.

Wray nodded to his lover and moved in to take over. It was a tricky proposal. One pulled off slowly, still swallowing down the constant flow of seed, then moved out of the way just as soon as his boyfriend's lips pressed in to take over. The transition left only a minimal amount of the bull's spunk unable to find its way into either belly. Wray didn't hesitate to jam the still throbbing mast into his own throat, expecting--if not demanding--he be given the same swelling. And within precious few moments, he was granted exactly that.

Cora shuddered as he lay on his back, permitted to unleash a good portion of himself thanks to the two boys. It wasn't as much as he could send squirting down their throats, but it was a generous amount regardless. It wasn't often he could just let go of his control and fully indulge himself. It usually required the shower or Dezzy's throat. They had been working on getting the lizard practiced and able to try under the tail, but they were still a ways off. And each 'hibernation' tended toset them back a bit.

When at last the bull finished, his chest rising and falling fairly rapidly, both Anders and Wray were heavily bloated. They groped at their respective bellies, even reaching across the bull's lap to feel over each other's stomachs. They had come a long way from that first good effort months back. Their initial attempt to contain the bovine's copious deluge had seen them on their backs, both of them drenched down their fronts with a thorough painting of white, and only a small portion gurgling away in their bellies.

Now, they had almost managed to take everything he could give, and they had seen quite the sudden expansion, each of them. That was cause for them to celebrate. It didn't hurt that the fact that they enjoyed being filled so completely on a deep, visceral level. They were beginning to get worked up, and they needed to let off that steam before they exploded. Fortunately, they knew just where they could do exactly that. The boys hiding under the covers pushed in against one another from either side of the bull, mashing their lips together. It let them taste his seed on each other's breath, which only drove them further towards needing to seek their own release.

"You look really good like that, babe." Wray said.

"So do you." Anders said back.

"I can't stand it. I need to try and help make that belly a bit bigger." Wray said with a moan.

"Then why don't you go first? I'll follow." his boyfriend replied.

"See you in a bit." the more anxious of the two said.

With that, they shared another kiss, then broke away. Wray then wrapped his arms around Cora's shaft and began licking and suckling on it again. This time, there was a new purpose. He coated the smooth, warm head in drool as he lavished the bull with loving praise all over again, dragging his tongue up and down along the slit that had just delivered its payload. It made the beast tremble anew, but he didn't complain. He didn't even seem to be fully awake. He very well might be in just a moment.

Wray quickly pushed his tongue into the waiting slit, lapping around within the musky, salty confines, desperate to tempt the spire to yield and permit him entry. He didn't need to do much more than that. The bull's member yawned open and clapped down on the llama's muzzle. He was taken softly by surprise, then giggled, actively trying to press deeper still. That insistence saw his head completely devoured in a wet, sticky slurp.

Cora squeezed his eyes shut and gripped the sheets under him with his thick, powerful fingers. A low moo filled the bedroom as his shaft stretched around the intruding figure. Anders continued to work his hands up and down along the greedy mast trying to devour his boyfriend. Though it was dark and details were difficult to make out, he could still see well enough to be able to enjoy the sight of his lover's neck swallowed up, then his shoulders.

The room was filled by the wet squelch that saw so much progress made so quickly. The bull's vocalizations added to the erotic orchestra. Unseen beneath the sheets draped over him, a series of lumps in the shape of Wray's head and shoulders began sliding down the dark spire. The dark, hot interior was just what the boys were looking for, and it made the bovine's first 'victim' wriggle excitedly in his grasp. A happy moan came from between the bull's legs as Anders coaxed his lover deeper.

Moisture oozed up around the intruding fellow, matting his fur down and adding a sheen to the beastly shaft. It coated every inch of Wray's form as he entered. The scent was powerful, overwhelmingly so, seeping into his pelt, ensuring he would likely never wash it out no matter how hard he tried. His chest was taken in one mighty gulp of a spasm, all while Cora continued to moan and writhe. Were he more alert, he might have been able to think properly on what was happening between his legs. As it stood, he didn't really care, he was awash in the bliss it brought.

Anders ran his palms across the lumps his boyfriend created, the shape of him stretching out the intensely warm flesh the trapped fellow would soon be completely concealed by. He changed tactics and wrapped his arms around the portion of his boyfriend that was still outside the bull's member. There was a glorious, round belly he wanted to lavish with affection. It pinned his arms properly to his sides, helping him slide deeper and to do so that much quicker.

A loud sucking sound accompanied their progress as the bull dragged Wray in up to his waist, trapping Anders' arms as well. That hadn't been his intention, but he welcomed that glorious heat. The sudden consumption of the first boy's cum-filled stomach had stolen away the bull's breath. The swell it created in his shaft was rather expansive. What made it so much more than a simple, gravid swell trapped in cock flesh was the addition of a pair of paws roaming over the dome, stroking not just Wray's belly, but the interior of the hungry member eating them both.

Cora let his jaws hang open as he lay there in bed, his eyes squeezed shut, only half conscious in spite of the powerful sensations radiating up through him. He tensed his legs, arched his back, and gasped for breath. The instant he began to hike his knees up, a contraction rippled through his distended rod. It tugged hard on the pair of boys sliding into him. In one, quick, greedy drag, Wray was drawn in up to his thighs, while Anders was pulled into the darkness until his shoulders were trapped.

The same slick moisture began coating the second lad, ensuring he too would carry the bull's musky aroma from then on. Another spasm claimed Cora and he released his grip on the sheets, instead pressing his palms against his great, round tummy. He could feel movement under his fur. Dezzy was stirring. Was he awake? Was he trying to contribute to the fun? It was hard to tell when so trapped between awake and asleep. He couldn't even make out fine details like how much of each of his roommates was inside him.

Beneath the sheets, where a growing wet spot was darkening both the top sheet and the fitted sheet below, Wray was now up to his paws. Anders was still clinging to him. His own filled tummy was giving the big bull a new stretch, and it was such a delicious experience. The tight, hot grasp on the over-filled stomach Anders had been given set him to shivering.

Meanwhile, deeper down, Wray's head and shoulders spilled into the musky chamber waiting below. He sputtered a little as soon as he was able to lift his face out of the small lake of seed he was being dropped into. It would have been quite an unfortunate end, to drown in his roommate's scrotum. Thankfully, that was not the case. He slid in, his toes wiggling just as they were devoured by the dark mast. His entry quickened, gravity helping as well as the fact that he was now drenched head to toe in the bovine's transparent, slippery, sticky ooze. Soon, he would be coated in something even thicker and decidedly more opaque.

Anders was dragged right along with his boyfriend, his own entry quickening along with him. The lewd slurp that tugged the second warmth-seeker up to his knees saw Cora arch his back once more and cry out. His shaft bucked hard under the sheets and a rush of seed flowed up around both of his captives. A generous eruption soaked the bed between his legs as Anders vanished into him.

Cora's scrotum expanded rapidly, swelling with a curious bounce--almost comedically--as both his roommates were deposited inside him. He huffed and groaned, feeling dizzy. Both Wray and Anders immediately wrapped themselves around each other. They had found quite the spot to keep warm. It was that and so very much more. It felt like a sauna in the great, dark chamber. They were bathing in bull spunk, kissing and groping at one another, actively trying to get themselves into the proper position to make use of the close quarters more intimately.

It didn't take long for the movement to take on a very regular sloshing and swaying. A few moans rose from the gurgling orbs spilling out over Cora's thighs. He wasn't able to keep conscious for much longer, not when he was being so delightfully on edge. Sleep quickly claimed him again, mainly out of his inability to stave off simply passing out. Anders and Wray would no doubt stay up for at least another hour, making his churning sac wriggle away.

Cora's dreams were filled with a wide variety of erotic imagery, leaving him with little ability to restrain himself even if he were awake. What had been a relatively small puddle--for the bull at least--gradually grew to a point where a third of the bed had been left sticky and damp. When he woke, he found he had quite the mess to clean. For a brief few moments, he was puzzled by the fact that such a thing had happened, and the fact that his sac was so engorged. It was well more than twice the size it had been when he went to bed, and it possessed a fantastic weight to it that pulled down strongly on him when he stood. That downward tug left him shuddering.

The instant he climbed to his hooves, he felt motion between his legs and the vague, disjointed memories of Anders and Wray coming to visit him in the night returned. They hadn't wanted to just sleep with him. They were utterly jealous of how completely warm and secure Dezzy was, and they wanted in, figuratively and literally. Strangely, it might have been the wiser of the two choices, diving in where they had rather than with the snoozing lizard. No discussion about sharing the space had been had, and that would have been rude.

The bull blushed, his legs wobbling a bit under him as he basked in this strange, new delight Anders and Wray had provided him. It was remarkable how powerful it was as he took his first few steps. It sent his testicles swaying back and forth in front of his knees. That resulted in a power new shiver up his spine. He was suddenly very much troubled by the idea that he didn't exactly want to let either of his roommates out. Maybe they would agree to that. He would have to discuss it with them. Of course, keeping them might prove difficult. His shaft was painfully rigid, demanding he do something about it. That 'something' might result in Anders and Wray being ejected rather unceremoniously.

It was something he would have to contend with in a few moments. For the time being, there was the mess to contend with. The sheets were pulled off the bed and wadded up before being stuffed into the washing machine. Hopefully it wouldn't be too overwhelming for the old appliance. It wasn't as though it was the first time it was being asked to contend with sticky sheets from pleasant dreams. It was however easily the largest mess he had made in the night.

With the sheets dealt with, at least for the moment, Cora made for the bathroom. His hooves clopped loudly against the smooth floor, each step sending agonizing bliss up through him. He would need to figure out how to properly function with such weight hanging under him if he was to somehow make this work. And he was very much interested in discovering that secret. The shower was turned on, the water turning hot almost immediately thanks to the demand required by the washing machine. The bull stepped into the stall and sighed as the water poured down his muscular form. It might be torture for the bovine, needing to satisfy himself, but he took solace in the fact that both Anders and Wray seemed to be terribly comfortable in his scrotum.

Now that he was in a place where his capacious proclivities could be contained, Cora sighed. He rest a palm against his stomach, feeling over the bulk and weight of his husband still sealed up in his womb. That was always a tremendous source of pleasure for him, both the physical sensation of being pregnant with his handsome lizard, and the emotional bliss it brought with it. He was keeping Dezzy safe and sound. On occasion, when he was very quiet, he could hear a soft little snore escape from his tummy. So he ran his palm over the great, pregnant swell of his stomach and closed his eyes. That alone was enough usually to make him firm up, but he was already there, so he didn't need to spend near as much time fawning over his middle. Though he did regardless.

A gentle stirring pushed out under his palm, making him sigh happily. It also prompted him to lower his free hand to grasp at his aching, turgid length. It was screaming for him to do something, anything, so he began to stroke, trying to remain careful lest he end his additional guests' stay too quickly. With all that was going on inside him, he found his way to climax faster than he expected so he slowed himself and eased back down, panting and squirming where he stood in the shower. Too soon meant not long enough, and he wanted it to last long enough.

There was all the gentle jostling of sloshing about in time with the bull's gait. Then came the shallow but rapid splashing about from Cora working his fist over himself. It was just enough to bring the two boys below back to the realm of the waking world. They didn't have to think about where they were. Unlike Cora, they had been completely sober when they initiated their little plan. It delighted them that they were still basking in the incredible, humid, sweltering sauna that was the bull's sac. As soon as they were awake, they resumed what had no doubt contributed to that enormous splattering of bull cum all over the bed sheets. The sound of the shower wasn't lost on them either, suggesting to them that Cora had not wanted to wake them, or let them out.

"Morning!" Anders called out as loudly as he thought was necessary to be heard.

"Mmm, morning to both of you, too," the bull said back, not needing to raise his voice, "Sneaky boys diving in there. I didn't even know I could do that."

"Well, now we all know, and we're all enjoying it!" Wray chimed in, speaking up just as loudly.

The two hidden voices were punctuated with brief moments of percussion, as though they were being struck by something, or they were themselves bumping into something else. Given the motion they provided the bull's scrotum, it was clear they were 'bumping into' each other, and with great zeal.

"Yeah we are... mmm... how long did you two want to stay in there?" the bovine asked, widening his stance to let the two lovers dangling more completely under him.

He adored that sensation, releasing his shaft and moving the second hand to his belly. After all, it didn't feel right trying to hold a conversation while masturbating. It just felt rude to him.

"As long as you can hold us. If we end up getting shot out right now, then so be it," Anders said, then grinned as he gave his boyfriend's still bloated belly a good groping, "We can just climb back in while you're catching your breath.

It wasn't just Wray who had kept his impressively sized stomach. Anders was still stretched out as well. They mashed against one another, pretending that they had been used for breeding stock, and that the bull had been the one to do it. Of course, he was too big to fit to make that fantasy a little more true to life, but they could still imagine.

"Mmm, deal." Cora said.

If they escaped, they'd crawl back in. That was a fine, quickly-decided resolution. And he would get to claim them for as long as he might like after that. Suddenly, he began to envision only releasing them when he gave birth to Dezzy, then swallowing everyone back up three months later to spend another nine months pregnant and swollen in so many delicious ways. He groped gently at his tummy as the lizard inside began to squirm harder. The water must have awakened him, leading the hidden husband to turn himself about and give the bull his morning 'greeting'. That always took the form of a tongue exploring the bovine's passage from the inside out.

Cora didn't need to do anything. All three of his passengers were able to handle pushing him to climax without needing to assist them. His voice echoed in the relatively small shower, filling the bathroom as big, thick globs of his clear ooze dribbled from the end of his giant length. His petals quivered, contributing to the moment with a generous soaking of honey that seeped down his inner thighs.

The weight of the two boys in his scrotum tugged down on him. Their constant bouncing jerked his lower half about in an oddly gratifying way. His shaft twitched as it was drawn down away from pressing up against the lower curve of his generous belly. Cora's breath was stolen away as all of this came washing over him quickly and powerfully. As he tried his best to hold his ground, to make it take as long as he could let it run, he found he couldn't hold out forever. He didn't want to hold out forever, but he did want to drag out this heavenly experience as long as he could.

After only a handful of minutes, the bull tensed up all over. His entire, muscular form flexed strongly. His abdomen clenched and squeezed, compressing in against the monitor lizard it contained. His middle shrank visibly by several belt sizes, but still remained visibly, tremendously swollen. The act of clenching his abdomen made the rippling muscles holding the lizard underneath appear as if popping into existence. His legs turned hard as rock as he contracted them as well. The act brought his throbbing mast back to his gut, striking it with a loud, wet slap. That was the spark that ignited the whole string of dynamite.

A very bovine bellow filled the bathroom, even shaking the windows elsewhere in the house. The puffy nethers concealed between his meaty thighs quivered and pursed, adding a splash of nectar that might have been enough to drown a very unfortunate lover. Or fortunate depending on how the hypothetical person in question might view drowning in the bull's feminine release. Some were actually quite fond of the idea.

His member bucked hard as it loosed vast, steaming gushes of his spunk. It painted the tile wall he was facing, then seeped down towards the floor. It quickly became enough of a pool at his hooves that it spread across the entirety of the shower's floor. What felt like gallons of the stuff had left the bull's sac but neither Anders nor Wray had felt at all in danger of being prematurely ejaculated. Instead, he could swear he had felt his scrotum squeezing in against them, compressing the two amorous lovers to 'hold on to them' rather than permit them escape.

Cora panted for breath, having never been permitted such a powerful climax--at least while awake--and it had been achieved without him needing to touch anything except his belly. He chuckled and leaned against the wall behind him. It was a good sign. He could satisfy his need, one that the naughty boys below were helping to rapidly rebuild, without accidentally kicking them out. That boded well for a long-term agreement all three were rapidly beginning to desire.

The rest of the shower was enjoyed with brief, delightful interruptions from the bull's various passengers. The string of orgasms he was pushed to didn't come quite so close to that first mighty one, but they kept his skin tingling. And it permitted him to spend less time cleaning himself than he would have were they all as prodigious as the first. Eventually, the water was turned off and he climbed out to dry himself. Everyone must have gotten the message that he wasn't in the shower any longer, and thus any puddles the bovine might make would be less contained and harder to clean up. The intense jiggling between his legs and the stretching of his abdomen died down, leaving him to enjoy just a gentle squirm in both regions.

Night still prevailed outside. The sun wouldn't be up for quite a while yet. And even then, it wouldn't be for very long. Cora could at least enjoy the brilliant bands of green racing across the sky. The auroras were one of the perks of living so far north, especially when one could view them from within the confines of a cozy little home. The bull wrapped himself up in a bathrobe, or at least he wrapped it as far around himself as he could make it reach. The special order garment he had been waiting for, a different robe that would be big enough to fit around him while Dezzy rode in his womb, had not yet arrived. So a regular one would have to suffice.

The kitchen came to life as he cooked himself something to eat for breakfast. A pot of coffee was started so that he could warm himself from within, and in turn the lizard curled up under his fur. He wasn't sure if Anders and Wray would notice any of the effects of the added heat. He didn't expect so, but then he'd never had anyone ride around in his balls while he drank coffee before. Regardless of the immediate impact, the added warmth would do them all some good. He was very much interested in adding more pellets to the furnace. They boys were warm enough, but Cora wouldn't mind a little extra for himself.

The bull sat himself down at the table with his morning meal and a very large mug of hot, dark wake-up juice. He settled carefully into his chair and felt his sac hang down almost to the floor. It made him shiver, and it was thanks to the weight of Anders and Wray making him sag so low. It was a notion he wasn't at all quick to dismiss. Still, he had his little morning ritual to go through. Cora reached out and collected the tablet sitting on its little charging stand. It had been a good move, opting to read the local paper on the thin, flat screen rather than have a physical copy delivered. No one needed to come out so early in the morning and in such bitter cold just to deliver the news. Not when they could transmit it over the internet.

"Let's see what's going on today." Cora said, not intending it to be for anyone in particular.

He swiped through the pages as he read, only skimming the articles he found to be of little interest at best. Eventually, he found his way to the personal ads where he was made to pause. There were a number of people seeking lodging. Apparently, there was a project the town was getting started and that was drawing more to come live in the quaint, quiet little snow-blanketed village. It meant they all would need a place to stay and it got the bull wondering. One of his paws moved to slowly rub in a large, slow, circular pattern across his gravid tummy, able to make out a few subtle shapes of his husband's figure.

There was one ad in particular that caught the bull's eye. It was for a red dragon, not that much larger than Dezzy, and similarly built to him. His brief description of himself was interesting, and he looked like he wasn't a terribly big fan of the cold. A grin began to spread across Cora's muzzle as he let a naughty little thought roll around in his mind. It was certainly worth considering, though it would mean he would have to clear a few things with everyone he was housing at the moment.

"Hey honey?" the bull called out to his belly, which squirmed softly under his palm.

"What's up, big guy? Everything okay out there?" Dezzy asked.

"Oh yeah, everything's fine. I just came across an ad in the paper for a guy looking for a place to stay. I was wondering something. How would you feel about having some company?" Cora asked, his grin growing broader as he imagined adding the cute red drake to his waistline just like he had his husband.

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