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Jackelyn and Jacob stayed with Hoyt for just under two weeks before he drove them farther upstate to drop them off at summer camp. Normally, it made him a little sad to be parted from his kids after such a short visit, but Hoyt found himself looking forward to it. On the drive home, he called the number scribbled on the back of the traffic ticket, relieved it was Mallory that picked up the phone (he'd gotten fake numbers before).

Alice's birthday was the week before, but the two settled on a date the following weekend, just enough time for Mallory to get a party together. Hoyt walked her through everything to buy while she gave him directions to her apartment complex, located in a part of town he usually never went through.

“You sure you don't want me to pay you somethin'?" Mallory asked near the end of the call. “Feels shitty getting you to do all this for free."

“I'm not worried about it," Hoyt said. “I like cooking out, anyway."

“Well, I got some ideas how to pay you back, anyhow," Mallory said, the quality of the phone call doing little to mask the playful tone of her voice.

The day of the party, Hoyt got dressed in his least-stupid t-shirt, cargo shorts, and flip-flops, then stood in front of the bathroom mirror for ten minutes trying to figure out how to look roughly five years younger than he was. He briefly wondered if this was going to pan out into some kind of elaborate murder or extortion scheme, but quickly cast the thought aside (but not before leaving Mallory's name and address on the kitchen counter in case he went missing and the police were looking for him).

The apartment complex was nearby the interstate on the far north of town, not far from a dilapidated shopping mall. There were signs of recent repairs on some of the buildings, along with a few that were freshly painted. The cloudless, summer day made sunglasses a necessity, but Hoyt took them off to better read the building numbers. Mallory's apartment looked bigger than the others and was tucked away near the back of the complex. Hoyt had expected more cars around as he parked on the front curb and felt nervous as he stepped onto the small porch, set his bag of cooking tools on the ground, and rapped on the door with the back of his knuckles.

Just before he thought to knock again, the rattling of a chain came muffled from behind the door a moment before it swung open. Mallory winced in the sunlight and threw a hand over her eyes.

“Jesus Christ, it's fucking bright out here." She blinked and squinted past the glare as her eyes adjusted, then jumped with an excited grin as she recognized the shape in her doorway. “Hoyt! There you fuckin' are! Glad you didn't bail on me."

“Why would I?" Hoyt asked, cocking his head to the side. “I said I'd be here, didn't I?"

“Well sure, but I know a lotta guys I can't really take at their word, y'know?" As Hoyt took a step forward, Mallory put out a hand and touched his chest to stop him. “Not here, big guy. Party's over by the pool. I'm just here to make sure you found the place alright." Hoyt waited on the doorstep and watched as Mallory ran to her small kitchen, took a handful of plastic bags from the fridge, then shuffled back with her keys hooked around her middle finger.

The kangaroo was dressed far less conservatively than she had been when Hoyt met her at the grocery store. She wore a pair of jean shorts that stopped just above her thighs, showing off her collection of tattoos that ran all the way from her ankles to her hips. A bikini top covered her chest, but only barely. Her bright orange mohawk was all the more vibrant in the sunlight and her many piercings glinted like polished steel. It had only been a couple weeks, but Hoyt registered a subtle change in Mallory's belly, which was gradually starting to fill out into a slight dome.

“You've got more a bump now," Hoyt said, gesturing to her stomach.

“Little bit, yeah. Still can't really tell if I'm wearing a shirt," she said. “If this one's anything like Alice was, I'll blow up like an atomic fucking bomb in a few weeks."

“You look great," Hoyt said before he could stop himself. “Wh-I mean…Healthy."

Mallory snorted and rolled her eyes.

“You say that now, but what'll you say when I've got a big-ass gut hanging off me in a few months?"

“Well…" Hoyt hesitated, then decided to let his guard down a little. He glanced at Mallory, making sure she saw him look her body from top to bottom, and said, “I think you'll make it work."

“Smooth motherfucker," Mallory laughed as she shook her head and re-adjusted her grip on the bags.

“You want me to get those?" Hoyt offered.

“I ain't that delicate, I got 'em," Mallory huffed. “You're the one doing me a favor, remember?"

“Just get me some cold beer and we'll call it even."

“Shit, I can do better than that," Mallory said, but didn't elaborate further.

The pool was in the back of the complex, walled off by black gates. Six or seven people were standing around the edge while the rest treaded water in the shallow end, a can of beer in every hand. As Hoyt followed Mallory up the steps, he noticed for the first time she wasn't wearing shoes.

“About time you got here," said a thin cheetah girl with a long ponytail and huge sunglasses as Mallory passed by. “We were gonna take turns deciding who we needed to eat first."

“Pepper. Obviously," Mallory answered. “One titty would be like Thanksgiving dinner."

“And the other one we could drink from," the cheetah laughed, but quickly stopped once she saw Hoyt. “Oh…uh…Hi. Forget I said that."

“Already done." The dog passed his bag to his left hand and held out his right. “Hoyt."

“Ash." The cheetah flipped up her sunglasses, her feline pupils narrowed into thin diamonds in the sunlight. “Glad to meet you. Don't tell Pepper we were talking about eating her."

“This the guy?" asked a high, male voice from near Mallory. A short, shirtless ferret with a red hat, still wet from the pool, frowned at Hoyt and looked him up and down. “This the food guy?"

“Quit being a dick, Cisco," Mallory said as she set the plastic bags on the ground and rubbed her back. “This is Hoyt."

“You a cop?" the ferret named Cisco asked before glancing at Mallory. “He looks like a cop."

“Chill the fuck out, he's not…" Mallory paused, then raised an eyebrow at Hoyt.

“I'm not a cop," Hoyt said, calmly.

“Cisco's just twitchy, don't worry about him," Mallory said, turning to slap him in the shoulder and frown.

“It's just a question, alright? Goddamn. I got fuckin' low blood sugar, I'm irritated."

“You can have some of Alice's baby food if you're gonna whine all damn day," Mallory said. She plucked the hat off Cisco's head and tossed it over Ash into the pool.

“Don't think I wouldn't hit a pregnant woman," he warned.

“Don't think she won't hit you back."

Cisco clicked his tongue against his teeth and rolled his eyes before jumping into the pool after his hat. He was so skinny, he barely even made a splash. As if swapping places with him, the small ferret's polar opposite stepped out of the water, a nearly six-foot-tall white bear in shorts and a black t-shirt. It took Hoyt a few seconds for him to realize the bear was a woman and even longer to notice the wiggling baby tucked in the crook of her arm.

“She piss on you yet?" Mallory asked as she took Alice from her.

“Only constantly," she shrugged, slicking back the fur on her head and blinking water out of her eyes. “Don't worry, there's so much chlorine in there I think it made me sterile."

“Guess it didn't do the trick for me," Mallory said, touching her bump before hefting the wiggling baby in her arms. She gurgled and stuck a finger in her mouth before staring at Hoyt. The little kangaroo was wearing a pink one-piece with frills around the waist that looked like a tutu. Hoyt took a moment to realize just how much she looked like her mother. The only differences were that her fur was a more pale yellow, her eyes were steel-gray, and she was clearly missing Mallory's dozens of tattoos and piercings. “Yeah, you remember him, you little dummy? You tried to eat him."

“I think she'll fit right in," Hoyt said, casting a smirk at Ash, who cleared her throat and quietly slipped out of the conversation.

“Don't take it personal, mate. She nearly took my finger off a couple times, now." The bear stuck out an enormous hand that Hoyt took and felt his knuckles nearly crunch together under her grip. “Name's Bailey, like the drink. Glad to meet'cha."

“Hoyt. Likewise," he grimaced.

“She's from England, before you ask about the accent," Mallory said. “Everybody asks about the accent."

“London, originally. The shit part of it," Bailey said, pronouncing the word 'shit' like 'kite.' “It's nicer here. Warmer. Drinks cost less."

“I went once in college," Hoyt nodded. “It was…uh…wet."

“Always is." Bailey let go of his hand and stepped across from Mallory to squat next to a cooler. “What are you drinking?"

“Whatever there's most of, I guess. I don't mind, as long as it's cold."

“Got it. One piss-beer for you," Bailey said as she handed Hoyt a Pabst Blue Ribbon, “one piece of shit, watered-down lager for me," she said as she set aside a can of Guinness, “and for Mal…" Bailey stood with a smug, toothy grin as she handed a dark bottle to Mallory. “Root beer."

“Root beer…" Mallory sighed as she took it and twisted the cap off. “Least it comes in a bottle…"

“I should probably get started," Hoyt said after he cracked open his beer. “At least get the coals going hot."

“You're a fucking life saver," Mallory said as she stepped aside and gestured toward the old grill next to a table. “If I was in charge, we'd be eating bologna sandwiches and baby food."

“Fried bologna ain't bad, though," Bailey said, waggling a finger while swigging from her drink.

“I'll see what I can put together," Hoyt smirked as he dumped the bag of coals into the grill.

Mallory's friends were rough around the edges, but they were definitely lively and unexpectedly friendly. Hoyt hardly spent any time at the grill by himself, as either Mallory or one of her friends was always at his side to chat. Once Cisco had gotten over his suspicion that Hoyt was a police officer, he hung around the grill and watched him work, taking time to point out the best-looking burger patties and claim them for himself. Bailey sat on a nearby bench, nursing a different beer every time Hoyt saw her, and asked the most questions, as if she were investigating something. Ash contributed mostly a one-sided conversation on gossip, which Hoyt was happy to simply nod along with while cooking. It was Mallory that spend most of her time there, pulling over a folding chair next to the grill and helping pass out food. She took a little more than her share, but Hoyt had to remind himself she was eating for two.

What impressed him the most was how good all of them were with little Alice. She was passed between Bailey, Cisco, and Mallory herself depending on who had their hands free at the time, but each one of them cared for her gently and patiently, taking time to play with her in the pool. Her father didn't seem to be in the picture (Hoyt wasn't going to ask), but for a 'single mother,' it seemed like Mallory was far from alone.

While already in a good mood, Hoyt's afternoon only improved as the day went on, due in no small part to the constant drip-feed of alcohol he was given. It seemed like every time he finished a beer, a new one was pushed into his hand. He expected to go through one or two by the time he was done cooking, but the last burger he handed out marked the end of his fifth beer in an hour. Hoyt was a big guy and had a pretty healthy tolerance, but even he was feeling a healthy buzz by the time he finally started making one more burger for himself.

“How you doin', big guy?" Mallory said as she sauntered over to him, still dripping from the pool.

“I'm fucking…" Hoyt flipped his burger and pressed down on it with the tongs, watching the juices bubble up through the seared meat. With a hiccup, he glanced up at Mallory with a happy grin, his tongue lolling out of his mouth while his tail wagged ferociously behind him. “I'm fucking…doing fucking great. This is a good…_a fucking _good party!"

“Might have to get you back for another one, then. The food's a hit," Mallory said, gesturing to the grill. “My friends are assholes and even they love you."

“Naaahhhh," Hoyt said, flapping his hand dismissively in the air. “I just know how to grill shit, I'm nothing special."

“Fuck off with that," Mallory said, reaching across the grill to punch Hoyt in the shoulder. “You're a hell of a lot better cook than anybody else I know."

“Well…I dunno. I try," Hoyt shrugged as he picked up the patty with the tongs and set it aside on a paper plate, then draped a slice of cheese across the still-sizzling meat and watched it melt into a gooey, golden ooze. “I just make it how I like it."

“You got good taste then," Mallory said. She squinted at Hoyt for a moment, then asked with a light chuckle, “Hey, how drunk are you?"

“I'm…I'm not druuuu-uuuunk," Hoyt said, drawing out the word. “I'm just…I'm…uhhh…" He held up the tongs in his hands and gestured with them like a conductor's baton. “I'm…feeling happy."

“You're such a dad," Mallory snorted. She pointed to the cooling burger on the plate and asked, “Can you walk and eat?"

“I can try," Hoyt shrugged as he squirted a glob of ketchup on his food before wrapping it in a bun.

“There's still more hot dogs at my place, come help me carry 'em."

“After you," Hoyt said before taking a huge bite of his burger. A moment later, he gasped and sucked in air, then drowned his mouth in the remnants of his beer. “Haht. Too haht. Fugh."

“I'll…uh…I'll let you take care of that," Mallory said as she backed away from him.

As Hoyt was busy nursing his burned tongue with ice from the cooler, Mallory sat on the edge of the pool, her legs dangling in the water, and motioned for Bailey.

“Bee, watch Alice for a little while," she said, her voice low.

“Was already planning on it," the bear said, curiously. “Why?"

“What d'you mean 'why?' Don't be an idiot." Mallory leaned back on her arms, kicking her feet in the water, and jerked a thumb toward Hoyt. Bailey glanced up at him, then flicked her eyes back to Mallory and furrowed her brow.

“Really?"

“Yeah really. Don't be a bitch."

“Well, if you really want to go for it…"

“You're gay, I don't need your opinion." Mallory kicked and splashed Bailey with water. “Just watch Alice for me, alright?"

“How long?"

“Twenty minutes." Mallory shifted and glanced at Hoyt. “…Forty-five."

“Christ, remind me never to get pregnant." Bailey rolled her eyes, then splashed Mallory. “Go on, then."

Mallory led Hoyt across the parking lot, sticking to the grass as much as possible to avoid stepping on the asphalt, which had become nuclear-hot in the afternoon sun. Hoyt finished his burger as they reached Mallory's apartment from the back.

“Is that a golf cart?" he asked, pointing to the run-down buggy parked on a dirt patch behind the building.

“Yep. Piece of shit's older than I am," Mallory said. “I'm the super for the complex, so I go from one-end of the property to the other all day long."

“Guess it beats walking," Hoyt shrugged.

“You shoulda seen me right before I had Alice," Mallory laughed as she glanced over her shoulder. “That thing was the only goddamn way I could get around."

“I'll bet. I hope it'll be easier with your next one."

“Probably not," Mallory shrugged as she fished for her keys in her shorts, which by that point were so wet they clung to her thighs like her tattoos. “Doesn't bother me. It is what it is."

The inside of her apartment was cool and dry, a welcome relief from the scorching sun and humidity outside. Hoyt stood just inside the doorway and sighed, waiting for his eyes to adjust. Mallory's living room looked a lot like his own dorm from college, with the exception of a playpen and baby toys in the corner. Torn posters of vintage horror movies were pinned to the walls with thumb tacks and a black t-shirt with the words 'Holy Terror Blasphemy Tour 2008' hung on hooks above the couch.

“That was from a show I went to," Mallory explained from the kitchen as she caught Hoyt looking at it. “Used to be my favorite shirt, but my pregnancy stretched it all out. Now I think it's cooler up there."

“Well…it caught my attention," Hoyt nodded. “You could probably wear it now, though."

“Eh, only for a few more weeks," Mallory said, poking her bump. “Not worth it."

Hoyt's eyes drifted away from the t-shirt and fell on a nearby poster. As his eyes adjusted, to the dark, he realized he recognized it.

“Hey, is that 'Sleepaway Camp?' I remember this one, it came out when I was in high school."

“Ooohhhh, man, that shit is one of my favorites. Have you seen it?"

“No, but I heard it has a big twist at the end," Hoyt nodded, scratching his chin as he tried to remember what he remembered of it.

“Yeah, it's pretty nuts. I'm into it," Mallory said as she left the kitchen and leaned against the wall. “Hey, Hoyt, I really want to suck your dick. You cool with that?"

“Huh? Sorry, what'd you say?" Hoyt asked.

“Would you be down with me sucking your cock?"

A wave of stunned silenced washed over Hoyt's buzzing mind. He stared at Mallory in the dark, his brain trying to process what she said each word at a time.

“You…uh…you what?"

“I wanna suck you off," Mallory smirked, swaying her tail and shrugging. “I only know so many ways to say it, man."

“I…I uhh…I just…You…" Hoyt felt his face growing hotter than the blacktop outside just as a sudden throb in his pants told him his dick had already made its decision on the matter.

“Cause I'm if you're seeing anybody or if you like…got some kind of religious thing about it, I dunno," Mallory continued, as nonchalant as could be. “So like, is it okay for me to suck your dick, is what I'm asking."

“I…uh…well…" Hoyt cleared his throat and slid his hands down his chest. His erection had sprung to life so fast he was almost dizzy from blood loss. “I guess…N-No, I don't have any…I'm not…No, you can…suck my dick…if you want."

“Okay. Rad." Mallory grinned, her teeth almost shining in the dark. “'Cause I do want."

Hoyt didn't answer, and probably couldn't have even if he opened his mouth. The comfortable buzz of alcohol in his system that had relaxed him just a few minutes ago was disorientating, making his mind spin and his heart pound so hard he could feel it in his neck. With his tail tucked between his legs, Hoyt sat on the nearby couch and gripped his hands together. A second later, he stood up again.

“S-s-so…So how you wanna do this?" he asked, trying to keep his voice smooth.

“Well, generally, I usually put a guy's dick in my mouth and move my tongue around until he cums," Mallory shrugged against the wall. “You can say no, y'know. I ain't gonna be mad or anything."

“N-No, I want to…" Hoyt swallowed and felt his shoulders droop. “It's just…been a while."

“Nothin' wrong with that," Mallory nodded. “You got two kids. Bein' a good dad's important, too." She fell silent and peered at Hoyt in the dark room, chewing on her bottom lip. The piercings hanging off her ear tapped against the wall as she pushed herself off of it and strode across the living room toward Hoyt. He could still smell the chlorine from the pool in her fur as she pressed herself against him and slid her hand over his hardened cock from the outside of his shorts.

“How 'bout you just let me do my thing, okay?" Mallory said, her voice low and rough in her throat. “I know what I'm doing."

Hoyt swallowed as he stared into her eyes, then nodded as he felt his nerves start to relax, even while his heart continued pounding in anticipation. He flinched a little as Mallory's hand ran from the outside of his thigh back over his erection, which was straining against his zipper of his shorts hard enough to nearly break the metal teeth.

“Look at you!" Mallory grinned as she felt for the outline of Hoyt's penis. “If I didn't know better, I'd say you wanted to fuck me as soon as we came in here." She looked up at him and raised a smug eyebrow as she skillfully undid the button on his shorts. “But that'd be crazy, wouldn't it?"

“I…huhgghub…" Words failed Hoyt as he tried to think of what to say with half his body's blood powering his raging erection. Mallory laughed again as she looked down and pulled Hoyt's zipper down with both hands. Still wrapped in his boxers, his cock sprung out as soon as it was able, falling into Mallory's palm and throbbing in synch with his heartbeat.

“God damn, dude," Mallory mumbled, squeezing the firm shaft beneath the fabric. As she sighed and rubbed her thighs together, Hoyt detected a sharp, wet scent mingling together with the smell of chlorine. Mallory grabbed his lower arm and used him as a brace as she carefully sank to her knees, her free hand pressed against her stomach. She was almost perfectly at height with Hoyt's waist and he could feel her nose touch the tip of his cock as she tugged his shorts down to his ankles.

“Sit or stand?" she asked, looking up at him.

“Uhh…" Hoyt's knees were locked into place and he worried he might fall over if any of the tension in his body was released. “S-Sit."

Hoyt collapsed into the couch, his erection bouncing as he landed, but Mallory was quickly there to wrap her fingers around it and hold it steady. She guided his knees apart to give herself room and knelt between his legs before slowly peeling away Hoyt's boxers, her eyes wide and hungry like a child unwrapping a candy bar.

“Fuck me, dude…" Mallory breathed as she finally got her first, unobstructed look at Hoyt's cock, standing firm and high above his hips. Her smooth, controlled demeanor seemed broken by genuine awe as she wrapped both hands around his shaft. “You're so…thick. Holy shit, it's like a fucking baby arm holding an apple."

“A what?"

Mallory didn't respond. Instead, she sat up higher on her knees, leaned over the edge of the couch, and stroked a hand down Hoyt's erection. He hissed and bit his tongue. It'd been years since he'd felt a hand on his penis other than his own and he worried he wouldn't last long enough to Mallory's satisfaction.

“Man, if I knew you were packing something like this, I'd have jumped you in the grocery store," Mallory said, whistling through her teeth. She glanced up at Hoyt one last time, cleared her throat, then dove into his lap face-first, taking every inch of his cock into her mouth with one gulp.

Hoyt gasped, his voice slipping out in a sudden yell. Mallory's mouth was warm, pleasingly wet, and perfectly soft despite her prominent teeth. He could feel her lip tightening around the base of his cock while, deep inside her mouth, Mallory's tongue encircled the head. His right hand gripped the arm of the couch while his left held onto the back for dear life like he was on a roller coaster. As Mallory sucked and pulled her head back, Hoyt shuddered again and bit his lip, trying not to make too much noise in an apartment complex with people around. When he opened his eyes, he met Mallory's peering up at him from his lap, half his cock still nestled between her lips.

She pulled back and freed Hoyt's dick from her mouth with a soft pop, and smiled as she panted and wiped her mouth on the back of her arm.

“Hold my ears," Mallory said, taking Hoyt's hand from the couch and guiding it to one of her long ears. He felt the scar tissue from her bite mark against his fingers and tried not to squeeze too hard on it, but she didn't seem to care as long as he had both hands holding onto her like handlebars. She smiled again, licked her lips, then swallowed Hoyt's cock again.

The only sounds in the silent apartment was Hoyt's breathless panting and the wet slap of Mallory's mouth as she bobbed up and down on the canine's erection. Gradually, Hoyt shifted forward on the couch, sitting on the edge of the cushion and rocking his hips forward into Mallory's mouth, face-fucking her without even realizing it. His balls bounced freely between his thighs, wet from Mallory's saliva, and only still when she took the time to cup them in one of her free hands. He kept a hard grip on her ears, guiding the direction of her head with them like reigns. With her hands free, Mallory had unzipped her jean shorts, slipped one of her hands past the slight dome of her baby bump, and began playing her fingers in and out of her soaked pussy.

After a few minutes, Hoyt felt a tension in the back of his neck and gasped as his cock throbbed in her mouth. Suddenly, Mallory took her hands out of her pants and braced them against Hoyt's knees, three of her fingers slick and wet. She pulled back and gasped for air, his dick throbbing just below her nose and shining with saliva.

“Are…are you close?" she asked, breathlessly. Hoyt just nodded, his tongue lolling from his mouth.

“Okay," Mallory nodded as she took a deep breath and ran her clean hand through her orange hair. “Listen…I'm going to need you to fuck me. I can't just…You're…I have to feel what…" She seemed speechless as she gazed at Hoyt's shaft and said again, “I need you to fuck me."

“Okay," Hoyt said. His brain had turned into mush powered only by his penis.

“Good." Mallory stood and yanked on the knot of her bikini top. Hoyt watched it fall to the floor in a heap like a bundle of wet noodles. His eyes trailed back up her torso, over the lump in her middle, and landed on her breasts. Even if the top hadn't left much to the imagination, seeing Mallory's tits freed was an entirely new experience. They were full and firm, but heavy enough that they parted to the side and bounced pleasingly with her movement. Her nipples were pink and hard, giving Hoyt the instinctual desire to wrap his mouth around them. Another pattern of tattoos stretched across her right breast, like they were vines slowly growing across her body of their own accord.

“W-Wait," Hoyt spluttered as Mallory straddled his thighs on the couch. She hovered right above his cock, poised to spear herself on it, but balanced herself in place as Hoyt put a hand against her torso to stop her.

“You okay?" she asked, breathlessly. If she was annoyed at being interrupted, she didn't show it.

“I…My back is kind of…" Hoyt swallowed and shifted in his seat, even then feeling a sharp muscle twinge just above his tail. “I uhh…I slept on a couch wrong on vacation a couple years ago and now my back…"

“I gotcha," Mallory nodded, her breasts wobbling as she moved. She stepped aside and glanced down at Hoyt's cock, then reached down and gave it a playful squeeze that made him shudder. “Yeah, this woulda been fuckin' stupid. Bedroom's just down the hall." Mallory backed into the center of the living room and stepped out of her shorts, then kicked them into the corner. Despite the slight bulge in her stomach, the rest of her body was surprisingly toned and fit, her calf muscles especially. She scratched the inside of her thigh, then turned and headed down the dark hallway to Hoyt's left.

“C'mon, don't you wanna watch my ass as I go?" she teased before disappearing around the corner, her long tail the last to vanish out of sight.

Leaping up from the couch faster than he thought possible, Hoyt kicked his bathing suit aside and strode bottomless after Mallory, his erection leading the way while his tail wagged behind him. The door at the end of the hall was cracked open slightly, a thin sliver of light bleeding through. He pushed it open and watched from the threshold as Mallory threw clothes, paper fast-food bags, and other trash off the bed. With her tail hiked high up above her, Hoyt was content to get a clear view of her ass as she bent over.

“Fuck it, good enough," Mallory said as she slid onto the bed, then flopped over onto her back. She grinned at Hoyt, one leg dangling off the edge of the mattress while the other was bent at the knee, fanning in the air as if to show off the tight little slit between her thighs. From that angle, the bump in her stomach rose like slight hill, which Hoyt found himself eager to put his hands on.

“You gonna stare all day?" Mallory asked as she shoved a pillow underneath her head.

“You don't want to… do anything before?" Hoyt asked as he approached the bed and leaned one knee on it.

“Foreplay?" Mallory rolled her eyes and snorted, then reached between her legs and sank a finger into her pussy with a hissing sigh. “Hoyt, I'm soaked down there. Tease me any longer and I'll have to flip you over and make you fuck me."

“I can live with that," he smiled as he climbed fully onto the bed between Mallory's legs. Glancing down at his own twitching cock, Hoyt slapped a hand to his forehead. “Dammit. Condom."

“Why?" Mallory shrugged. She patted her stomach. “What're you gonna do, make me double pregnant?"

“Oh, well…That's true, but still…"

“I got checked out a couple months ago, right before I got knocked up," Mallory said, pointing to the drawer on her bedside table. “I'm clean, if you wanna go check."

Trying to think with most of his blood in his cock was difficult, but Hoyt stepped around the bed and pulled open the drawer to find a paper folder with Mallory's name on it. He flipped it open and began shuffling through the sheets of paper.

“I'm not even sure how to re-eeeoohhhh!" Hoyt gasped as, somewhere beneath the papers in his hands, Mallory had crawled across the bed and wrapped her lips around his cock again, playing with his balls with her other hand.

“Oh...O-okay…um…" Hoyt swallowed and did his best to study the test results in his hand while Mallory slurped and suckled out of sight. He bit his tongue to keep himself focused and flipped through the pages one by one, finding a page in the back that marked negatives all the way down, from hepatitis to HIV. Mallory hadn't been wrong: she was clean as a whistle.

“Gah," she gasped once she took her mouth of Hoyt's penis and pulled the folder out of his hand. “Satisfied?"

“Not yet," he growled as he crawled onto the bed over her. “But I will be."

“Aren't you so fucking clever," Mallory laughed as she wrapped her legs around one of Hoyt's thighs, then pulled him down into a kiss. Awkwardly, he could taste the salt from his own cock on her lips, but was too horny to be bothered. With their lips locked together, Hoyt fell on the bed beside Mallory and slid his hands across her body, following every curve and dip before resting his palm on her plump belly.

“I think you'll be the last guy that gets to fuck me while I'm still skinny," Mallory said as she pressed Hoyt's hand into her stomach. “Lucky you."

“Lucky me," Hoyt responded, but he felt an unexpected thrill at the possibility of sleeping with Mallory farther along in her pregnancy. The heat of the room was making him pant, so before going any further, Hoyt sat up and pulled his shirt off.

“Look at that dad bod," Mallory teased as she reached up and pinched some of Hoyt's chubby stomach. “You just get cuter and cuter."

“Oh shut up," Hoyt snickered, but he felt himself blushing at the same time.

“How about you shut me up yourself?" Mallory spread her thighs apart, as she reached up and tugged one of Hoyt's dangling ears, as if challenging him. “Don't be gentle."

The canine sat back on his knees, pulled Mallory closer to him across the sheets, then, at long last, pushed the tip of his cock past her lower lips. He let it sit there for just a moment before bracing his hands on the bed, leaning forward, and slid the rest of it inside. The pair's banter came to a sudden halt as they both groaned in satisfaction, the bedroom falling silent aside from their heavy breathing. Hoyt took a moment to enjoy the tight warmth around his cock, the hot flesh-on-flesh enveloping him. Mallory, in turn, enjoyed the fullness Hoyt's fully-hilted penis gave her. She wasn't as tight as she used to be, especially after having Alice, but her new friend was just big enough to fill every inch of her pussy without hurting.

Hoyt swam in the bliss filling his body, his eyes half-lidded and his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he panted, breathing in their mingling scent. Mallory's mouth was half open as she gazed up at him, her arms thrown over her head. After a while, she laughed again and Hoyt felt her squeeze around him.

“You just gonna hang out, big guy?"

Hoyt snapped out of his trance, blinking at Mallory.

“Sorry."

“Don't be sorry," Mallory said. “All you gotta do is-ah!"

Before she could finish, Hoyt had pulled his hips back, slipping his cock out from her a few inches, before driving it back in again with a rolling thrust. A wet thwap made her thighs ripple as Mallory gasped and reached down to tweak one of her nipples.

“Oh fuck," she breathed, biting down on her lip as Hoyt pulled out of her again. “God damn…just like…mmph…just like that."

Hoyt was never able to talk during sex; doing both took more concentration than he was capable of. It was freeing, however, to keep his mouth shut and just listen to the sound of Mallory moaning underneath him, her legs hooked around his thighs as if keeping him locked there.

“Harder," she pleaded, sliding her hand down her chest and splaying it across the slope of her belly. It bounced with Hoyt's every thrust and he found himself mesmerized by it, pumping into Mallory faster and faster just to watch how it moved. Shifting his weight to his knees, he reached down with his left hand and cupped her bump around his hand, pleased with how it filled his palm.

“Harder," Mallory panted again. When Hoyt stopped to catch his breath, she reached up and tugged on one of his hanging ears. “I mean it. Harder."

Hoyt tossed his head and growled in the back of his throat, a fire lit in his chest. He sat up and moved his hands from the bed to around Mallory's thighs, his fingers sinking into soft flesh beneath her fur. With the extra leverage, he was able to slam into her harder than he ever thought himself capable of. Mallory gripped fistfuls of sheets just to keep from sliding. Hoyt wondered if he was hurting her before the breathless panting left her throat, the wry, confident look on her face gone as she lost herself to the moment.

The hound found himself bucking into her harder and harder by the second, his muscles tightening on their own. He came without realizing it, the tip of his cock dribbling out a little tease before an explosive orgasm shook his entire body, firing off ropes of cum into Mallory that white-washed her from the inside. It was fortunate she was already pregnant, Hoyt thought, wondering if a condom could have even contained the torrent flowing out of him. Mallory clenched her teeth and stiffened, her ears pinning back on her head as her long tail thrashed between Hoyt's legs. Even with the extra cum leaking out, he could still feel her pussy tightening around him, seizing and twitching as she came with the same force as he did.

Once Hoyt's cock finally softened and fell out of her, his energy went with it. Dizzy, he flopped heavily onto his side, bouncing on the mattress and nearly tossing Mallory off with the aftershock. She hardly seemed to notice as she clenched her thighs around her fingers and sighed through her nose, then trailed the wet hand across her belly.

“God…fuck…shit…fuck…" Mallory swore as more coherent thoughts arose. “I hardly ever come without using my hands."

“Hhuggbuubgbud," Hoyt grumbled, thinking he said more words than he actually did. His cock lay spent and sore against his thigh, the rest of his body tingling in the afterglow. Mallory sat up from the bed and returned with a box of tissues to clean up between her legs.

“Goddamn, you fucking ruined me," Mallory said as she tossed the used tissues toward the trashcan in the corner of the room. They all missed. “Good thing I'm already pregnant."

Hoyt lazily turned over on the bed and watched Mallory cleaning herself before his eyes trailed down to the lump in her middle. He reached out a sleepy hand and put a hand on her belly, letting his fingers spread across her short fur. Mallory stopped wiping herself off and leaned back on her arms, watching with a bemused smile as Hoyt stroked and petted her stomach.

“That do anything for ya?" she asked. Hoyt blinked, as if just waking up from a deep sleep, and looked up at her.

“Oh. Sorry," he said, blushing as he withdrew his hand.

“What for? That was nice." Mallory picked up Hoyt's arm by the wrist and placed his palm back on her stomach. “Wish you'd been around a couple months ago to put a puppy in me."

Even minutes after cumming and deep into a refractory period, Hoyt felt an electric sting of arousal crawl up his spine after Mallory said that. If he hadn't just had an orgasm, it would've made him instantly hard again. Oddly, it came as a total surprise to Hoyt himself.

“So…who's the dad?" he finally asked. “Is he around?"

“Just a guy I know. Lives across town. He's got cute nephews, so I figured he might make a cute baby," Mallory shrugged as she poked her belly in between Hoyt's fingers.

“So you aren't…" Hoyt and Mallory stared at one another while the dog chewed on his tongue, trying to find the right words.

“What, together?" Mallory laughed and flopped down on her side, facing Hoyt. “Nah, he's not really my type."

“But…he was enough of a type for you to have a baby with him?"

“I'm not having a baby with him," Mallory clarified as she moved a hand to her stomach. “I just wanted him to get me pregnant. Not the same thing."

“So you…uhh…" Hoyt scratched his head.

“It's not that complicated, big guy," Mallory chuckled. “I wanted another baby, asked a good looking buddy of mine to knock me up. Shit, I might've asked you if you'd been around at the time."

Another shudder of arousal hit Hoyt and he felt his flaccid penis throb.

“I mean…but what about when they're born?" he asked, sitting up. “And it's just you?"

“Who says it's just me?" She jabbed a thumb over her shoulder. “You saw my friends out there, right? They're as much family to me as anybody."

“I…well…" Hoyt frowned and glanced aside. As strange as it felt, he couldn't deny the care and even love he'd seen Mallory's friends showing little Alice. He himself had been (mostly) fine raising the twins on his own, why should Mallory do any worse with all her friends backing her up?

“Don't worry, I'm not gonna ask you to play dad or anything," Mallory said as she rolled closer to Hoyt and tucked her arm under his neck. “Y'know…unless you want to."

“I think I get enough of the real thing," Hoyt said, reaching down to wrap an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him, until he could feel the shape of her body against his own. “But…I would like to stick around for a little while. If you want me to."

“You just wanna be around to fuck once these get bigger, don't you?" Mallory teased, bouncing one of her breasts in her hand.

“No! I just…uh…well, that would be nice too." Hoyt paused to swallow, realizing it wasn't just her breasts he wanted to see grow.

“Sure, why not?" Mallory shrugged as she turned under his arm and nestled her body against his, her thick tail sliding comfortably between his thighs and idly tapping at his feet. “You're a nice change of pace."

“Am I?"

“By a fuckin' mile, man," Mallory said. She stroked a hand over her slight belly as she continued. “Look, I used to fuck a lotta dirtbags. Didn't realize a lot of 'em were dirtbags at the time, but they were shifty motherfuckers. It's probably definitely baby-brain, but right now, a nice, stable, older guy with a little bit of dad-bod and a fat cock is exactly what I want. I'm not looking for anything more than that, but…"

“You wanna be friends that fuck sometimes?" Hoyt finished for her.

“More than sometimes," Mallory said, pushing her hips farther back into his crotch.

“I can live with that." Hoyt reached down and touched his fingers to her stomach. “But what about…"

“What, munchkin number two?" Mallory rolled over onto her back to look at her stomach. “Well, they're probably gonna blow me up in a few weeks but…I don't wanna stop if you don't."

“I…don't think I want to, either." He trailed his hands over her stomach, excited at the prospect of seeing her grow bigger.

“Just so you know, I get real cock-hungry when I'm pregnant," Mallory warned him. “You gotta be prepared."

“I'll bring ice packs next time."

“Try band-aids, too." Mallory grinned up at him, her piercings shining in the dark room, then patted the side of his head. “You're adorable."

“I try." Hoyt sat up and blinked at the orange light beaming through the window. “Should we get back to the party?"

“Nah, don't worry about it," Mallory said as she rolled closer to him. “I told 'em all this morning I was gonna fuck you."

“…Oh." Hoyt swallowed before looking down at the kangaroo woman sprawling naked underneath him. “…You wanna do it again?"