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When there was work to be done around the office, Gavin had trouble coming home without feeling a little stressed, but when it came to Saturday, such a thing wasn't a problem.

If anything, it was easy for him to wake up late on Saturday, turn his nose to the smell of breakfast cooking, and move with a bit of a pep in his step, knowing that he had at least another day before he had to think about paperwork, emails and meetings again.

"Gavin? Can we talk to you?"

Then again...whenever the girls felt like they needed to wait for him to take up to tell him something, it was usually _quite_important.

"O-oh...yeah. Of course," he murmured, still working some of the sleep from his eyes in slow, rubbed circles. "Sorry that I conked out for so long...guess I worked a little too late last night again, didn't I?"

He didn't think that his work ethic had anything to do with what they wanted to discuss: it wouldn't have been the first time that they tried to talk him out of working so hard and pushing himself to the brink over and over again.

They'd accepted that changing his personality was a bit of a lost cause, but then, their admiration for his dedication was one of the reasons that Kyra and Trish found him so appealing...and why they thought he might be the perfect fit for another role in their lives.

"That's okay, sweetie. We figured you needed a little more time to get enough rest, but...c'mere."

Kyra patted the couch, and a smiling Gavin took a seat between the pair of naked ladies, his grin widening as their bodies turned into him.

"Good talk," he joked, feeling their breasts press into either of his shoulders. "Think we can start every weekend with this kind of conversation? I'd really be okay with that."

Trish giggled. "I bet you would, but...I'm afraid we're not here to just sit and chat, Gavin. This one is kind of important."

Almost immediately, the fox had a bit of a flashback, thinking about how things went the last time that they dropped a bombshell on him: though he and Timo were on much better terms those days, the first time that he met the thick, bulky husky was a harrowing experience, and the strain that it put on the pack in the aftermath was more than any of them anticipated.

Hoping that it wouldn't be such a heavy topic, Gavin swallowed back a small lump and kept his eyes trained on Trish's fingertip: it was tracing a line down his chest and moving past his tummy to the edge of his boxers, creating a strange contrast from Kyra's quiet and reserved nature.

For her to be quiet and reserved in the first place was unusual enough.

"Well, I'm all ears," Gavin tried his best to sound more confident than he really was, but he swiveled his ears to each of the girls that he was lucky enough to call his own, hoping to seem attentive. "Is everything okay?"

Neither Trish, nor Kyra was afraid to let their desires be known to Gavin, usually. The reason the crossfox knew something was odd came down purely to the way that Kyra was leaning into him, but she still hadn't said anything; she hadn't even given him a single gaze, since he woke up that morning.

"Everything's perfectly fine," Trish suggested. "But...Kyra's had something on her mind recently, and I think you'd do well to give her your full attention."

For Kyra being the subject of the morning, Trish was being even more affectionate than usual, and though he was trying to be attentive, Gavin couldn't help letting out a stifled moan when the silver vixen captured his covered sheath and gave it a delicate rub.

"Not that you're making that any easier, but...I'll give it my best shot. What's on your mind, Kyra?"

As hard as it was for her to do right then, Kyra looked up from Gavin's shoulder, her ears wilted back just slightly in a rare show of bashful submission.

"A lot, but...Gavin...f-fuck, this is difficult..."

His eyes were addled with concern when she trailed off, but he did his best to give her a comforting smile, letting her have all the time she needed with her own words.

"Do you ever think about being a father, someday?"

Those comforting eyes shrunk to tiny, panicked dots in a sea of tired white. "...I...I guess I do, from time to time? I...d-dunno..."

"Should have known that would leave you flustered," she joked, trying not to lose his gaze once she captured it. "Then I'll just come right out and say it, Gavin: I want...I want you to be the father of my pups."

It would have been a lot to handle no matter when he was told, but Gavin was quietly grateful that Kyra didn't drop such a bombshell on him right after a long, stressful workday.

"Me? Y-you...but...w-why me?" he asked, his ears flattening just as far as hers had at the very beginning. "I'm not good father material: I'm a runt...and a broken runt, at that..."

Kyra's expression shifted from a defensive to an aggressive posture when she overheard Gavin putting himself down: she hated when he was so hard on himself. "I've never been bothered by your disability, Gavin...not to mention that it doesn't make you broken, you know. It makes you unique."

"But I'm still not fit to be a father," Gavin suggested. "I'm just...I'm not a good fit, you know? I wouldn't make th-

Kyra put a fingertip to his lips and shook her head. "Gavin, please: don't do this to yourself. You would make an amazing father, and we both know it...I don't blame you for being nervous, and if you need time to think it over, please take it...but don't tell me that you wouldn't make a good father when I know that you're just lying to yourself."

Gavin blinked. "How could you possibly know that?"

"Any man that could be so loving to Trish and I...that could work so hard to contribute to our family, and take such good care of us when we need it...why wouldn't you be able to do that for our child?"

He didn't have an answer for that, but the fox was still struggling with the idea of such a huge commitment.

"...I...maybe," he replied, stammering all the while. "But you've never brought this up before, Kyra. Is it...is something else going on?"

He could smell the scent of heat in the air, but something about that aroma wasn't the same as it had been before; somehow, he was missing the obvious hints that Trish was dropping on him with her rubbing, stroking fingertips.

"I don't know what else you could possibly mean, Gavin. I want you to be the father of my pups...no one else could ever measure up the way that you do."

She'd always claimed that he was unique; that he was special in a way that no other man had proven to be.

He felt it rude to ask, but he couldn't help the question coming to his lips: "Are you sure you aren't in heat? That it isn't something else making you think that I'd be a good father?"

He was lucky that she giggled in reply, nestling into the crook of his neck. "Positive, baby...maybe one day you'll see yourself the way that we see you..."

The girls were proud of Gavin for handling the topic as well as he had, but that conversation was akin to the calm before the storm: when Kyra was ready and Gavin was willing, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from showing him how serious she was about the subject.

**

Gavin wasn't sure how the process was supposed to go: some part of him thought that there was a greater formality to the process of actually conceiving a child, the way that the girls originally approached him about it.

He didn't expect Kyra to restrain herself when the peak of her heat arrived, but as true as that was, he certainly didn't think he'd end up waking up a week later to the feeling of paws against his shoulders and a breathless, impassioned husky sitting square in the middle of his torso.

Her petals were already so dripping wet that he could feel a trail of juices against his stomach, and tired eyes blinked awake to see just how excited Kyra was to give things a first try.

It wasn't the first time that they'd made love when she was in the middle of a heat cycle, but this time, there would be no condoms, no pulling out...and no wasting a single drop of the seed that was already churning around in the base of his sack.

"I told her to let you sleep a little bit longer, but she decided that you'd slept long enough," Trish explained, sitting next to Gavin in a similarly naked state. "And you know how heated dogs can be..."

Smiling nervously and realizing that her conversation a week before wasn't a bluff, Gavin knew he was going to have a hard time getting past his own concerns, but if there was any pair in the world that could help him keep coming out of his shell, it was Trish and Kyra.

"They don't have quite the same level of restraint that I'm used to," Gavin did his best to play along as Kyra licked his cheek and acted like a proper canine, wanting to show her affection in as many ways as she could, verbal or otherwise. "Not that I'm complaining about all the extra attention...or the mess."

Lifting up from his tummy, Kyra revealed a lengthy strand of arousal, spilling down from her petals and keeping their bodies connected, even when she was lifting her rump and swaying it from side to side with her obvious, teasing need.

They were going to keep Gavin guessing; he expected her to drop on his sheath and sit there until his full cock emerged, but he hadn't even been given a chance to get out of bed yet...and that meant something else would have to be taken care of, first.

"If you're sure you don't mind the mess, we should probably take care of yours, first," Trish mentioned.

Gavin cocked a brow. "I...I thought I was supposed to finish inside her? Isn't that how this all works?"

The girls shared a brief, playful giggle, and thereafter, they switched places in the middle of an impassioned kiss, with Trish taking her place in Gavin's lap and Kyra moving further up his body, wanting to snuggle with him and watch the action from a closer perspective.

Her scent was already surrounding the fox, but more than the delicious aroma of her heat, there was the warm and comforting press of her armpit against the side of his face as she cuddled into him: she knew exactly what she was doing when she took that pose, and she was grinning at Trish all the while as the vixen rolled back and forth in Gavin's lap, coaxing his cock even further out of the sheath.

"You're going to finish inside of her," Trish assured him. "But you've got something else in the way, and today, that all belongs to me..."

Gavin was trying not to swallow another gulp of nerves, and thanks to Kyra, he was only able to smell the natural, delightful scents of her body, bringing him to such a quick and powerful erection that the tip of his cock moved right out of the confines of his sheath and past the subtle, smooth resistance of the vixen's petals.

"I want you to let it all out inside me, Gavin...flood my pussy..."

Kyra knew how much Gavin loved being bathed in her scent, but Trish was never one to be outdone in the bedroom: her orders were striking him with just as much arousal; his cock scarcely had a chance to relearn the heated passage of the silver vixen before a golden streak burst from the tip of his length.

Much as she was happy to feel the unique and heated sensation, Trish's grin faltered: she could never prepare herself for just how impressive Gavin's cock truly was, nor the sheer amount of juices it could produce when she made such demands of it.

"That's it...h-holy fuck...Gavin, you're giving me so much, baby!" she cheered him on, rolling in place on his member and fucking him slowly enough that she'd capture as much of his piss as she could, wanting it to build up within her for a grand, messy flood at the end. "It's like you knew I was gonna beg for this...like you knew I needed you to flood my cunt..."

Nodding with a shaky, feverish pace and nestling right into Kyra's pits, Gavin found himself overwhelmed by the heated husky and the devious vixen in a matter of minutes, but he knew better than to let it all go so early on: that day was destined to turn into a marathon of lovemaking, and this act, while brazen and lewd, was only the first of many that he'd be lucky enough to endure.

His reward for obeying her order so readily was to feel a similar flood spilling back over the base of his cock as the vixen rocked back and forth against the shaft, giving him a mingling sensation of spilling warmth and uneven pressure that nothing else could compare to.

"Sorry, baby...I guess I...c-couldn't help myself..." Trish moaned her way through the whole act, making sure that her stream carried up Gavin's body and across his torso as she marked him, enjoying the sight of her full, golden offering spilling across his slender abdomen. "I know your seed belongs to Kyra, tonight...but...we have no intention to stop sharing you."

Huffing with the effort of her rocking hips and drawing closer to her own climax, Trish easily _could_have finished off her fellow vulpine, if his first load wasn't already spoken for.

The hardest part of the act, by far, was forcing herself to push her paws against his hips: with a wince and a moment of pure, sexual frustration, she lifted herself from his splendid cock, breaking the seal that they'd formed with their bodies.

Gavin watched his own juices mingled with hers, creating a plentiful spill and leaving his hips coated in their blended scents; he was unaware of how much more appealing that made him to the sensually anxious husky.

"Thanks for warming him up for me, love," Kyra's eyes were pure admiration as she watched Trish take a spot on the side of the bed, her fingertips immediately pressing against the hood of her own clit. "He was already trying to thrust against you before you finished spilling on him...he must be dying to get that first load out."

There was still self-doubt in Gavin when the games began, but that far along, he couldn't remember why he ever doubted his ability to be a suitable father: the power of lust was a magical thing, and Kyra and Trish knew how to bring out the best of their favorite fox, no matter what the situation was.

Kyra was looking forward to being sore when she woke up the next day, but before that could happen, she had to roll flat onto her back and spread her legs for Gavin, enticing him to take the top spot and satisfy her heated urges.

"You have no idea, baby...I swear, every time I think you two have shown me every trick in the book, you turn another page," Gavin admitted, breathless at the sight before him and the still-dripping pair of folds that he was ready to enter. "Not that I'd ever complain about it, but I swear...keeping up with the two of you is impossible."

"And yet, you keep trying," Kyra teased. "Told you that you'd make a good father..."

She knew she'd bring out his bashful side with such a comment, but that was her goal: she only needed him to hesitate for a moment, keeping his hovering, twitching cock at the right distance for her to join in the messy, golden fun.

Before he made that first, blissful contact, Gavin felt a new, warmer streak of pee splashing across the tip of his manhood, and Kyra winked at him as she pushed, forcing a stronger, fuller streak to bathe his length and claim it as her own once more. For the rest of the night, she wanted him to understand that his virile juices belonged to her, and she couldn't think of a better way than to let the excess in her bladder spill across his most sacred flesh.

He didn't _need_the extra arousal, and the extra incentive was such that the tip of his length was spilling precum before he even had a chance to penetrate her, but Kyra was looking for Gavin to embrace his wild side as much as she had; they were practically feral beasts, aided by her overwhelming heat...and he wasn't going to hold anything back from her.

"Guess there's only one mess left to make, isn't there?"

Kyra noticed the difference in Gavin's tone right away, but where it normally would have given her pause, it only enhanced her arousal and made her heat that much more unbearable.

"Hurry up and make it, then..."

Leaning right into the stream of her draining body, he gave no further concern to the mess she made of him, or the puddle that was forming around his knees.

He cared only about guiding the tip of his member carefully into the part of her pouting, canine folds, feeling how plump and aroused they were with a single brush of his length.

"If you're this warm and slick on the outside...I might cum in a single thrust, Kyra..."

"That's the goal, anyway," she murmured, her eyes demanding that he take action. "I don't care if we take a shortcut to get there..."

Rare as it was to see him smirking in the heat of the moment, a small grin was curling the corner of Gavin's muzzle as he eased past the soaking resistance of his lover and penetrated her with a greater purpose than he'd ever known before.

Feeling the burden of that purpose and letting it drive his hips, he felt out the tight, pleasurable clench of Kyra's womanhood, inch by inch, until her body made it clear that she was used to the weight of his flesh within her...and that was the only ease he would give her, as long as his body could still move.

"Like I'd deny you the full round just to cut to the chase," he murmured, already breathless at how utterly soaked her inner walls felt. "It won't be easy to last, but...there's no way I'm gonna cum just yet."

Kyra's eyes narrowed as she lifted her legs around his back and locked him in. " Good."

Her reply was simple, and his retort was equally so...but the driving hips of the fox proved far more effective, sending her breasts into a heave and her body into the headboard with a single pass.

She almost had a chance to be thrilled by how powerful he'd become, but the second thrust came so rapidly that she wondered how Gavin's body was moving so fast; each pass was stealing her breath, keeping her from wondering such a thing aloud.

"You know, it's...n-not fair if you make me cum...t-this quickly..." she tried to protest, but keeping her legs around his lower back was all she could manage, pinned under a lust-drunk vulpine. "But I don't want you to s-stop... please keep fucking me, Gavin..."

She didn't have to beg, but Gavin was thrilled to hear her doing so, all the same: his hips told of that, as they became a rapid, orange-gray blur before their captive audience.

Just watching from the side, Trish was struggling to keep an eye on the action, but wincing with her own delight wasn't helping matters.

The vixen only hoped Gavin would ever give her that kind of rapid, brutal treatment, but Kyra was a little thicker, and a little more athletic: as hard as he was going, she could take it, and some part of her wanted even more than she was being given.

"You've never gripped me like this before...never been t-this wet before..."

"Can't help it," she replied in a hurried, climactic whisper. "Just knowing what you're about to do to me...I can't f-fucking help it, Gavin!"

The weight of his knot was already pumping against her pouting, heated folds, warning them to prepare for an act that they wouldn't be able to come back from.

Her body answered silently by welcoming that full, plentiful lump into her passage and clenching down around it, forcing the first gush of seed from the end of his cock before his body had a chance to properly deliver the pleasure of the same.

"Then don't," he growled low, acting on his instincts and proving himself to be the only man worthy of being the father of her pups. "Let it all out, baby...just like I am...s-share it all with me!"

His cum was already flooding her womb to the point of capacity, but the seal of his knot was such that Kyra could feel the pressure growing, instead of bleeding off in the form of slick, escaping trails of white.

His demanding moans were met with exactly what they asked for, as Kyra's fluttering, pleasured walls milked as much yield from the fox as they could, but there was something more profound that her orgasm to be had...and it wasn't something that would happen overnight.

Even after he'd fallen asleep against her breasts and curled up with the rest of the pack, it would be a little while longer before the fruits of their labor came into bloom.