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Jack lay on his side, one arm draped over his boyfriend’s broad torso, burying his muzzle in the soft white neck fur. Mark lay there peacefully, chest rising and falling rhythmically with his breathing as he caught up with the news on his phone. Jack snaked his free paw down Mark’s snowy white midriff to run a finger possessively over the older fox’s thick sheath. Being a Friday night, they had already fucked twice that evening. The dull ache under Jack’s tail was a testament to that.

He was on term break from high school, and the somewhat daunting nature of all that free time made him think of the future, think of their future. Were they together just because of the sex? Because of a freak hypnotic incident or was there something real there? Did Mark really like him… love him… want him?

“Dad?” he started. Then splayed his ears at the sound of the whiny tone in his voice and the fact that he’d drawn attention to their… other relationship. “Sorry, I mean: Mark?”

His father shifted at the light touch of his son’s paw against his still slightly sticky sheath.

“Mmm, yes my love?” he turned and absent-mindedly kissed Jack on the top of his head between the ears.

“You... think I’m attractive right?”

“Uh, what?” Mark’s amber, black-tipped ears twitched at the unusual question and Jack flushed with embarrassment at having exposed his insecurity.

“You know, we have sex” he shifted his tail at the memory “and we both enjoy that of course, and you love me, and I love you too but… Am I attractive to you? Do you think I’m, I dunno, good looking?” he ended lamely.

He looked up at Mark with big green beseeching eyes and the older fox had to work hard not to roll his own blue eyes in return.

“Honey, let me tell you once again without any equivocation that you are and have always been the most beautiful thing in my life.”

“But that’s…”

“More beautiful than your mother ever was” It was Mark’s turn to splay his ears ruefully, “both inside and out.”

“Oh…” Jack felt a little icy shiver of guilt at making his father bring up his previous relationship, but a part of him, a small jealous insecure part of him, revelled in being a better partner for his father than his own mother.

It was strange. Being the younger one, the smaller one, the… cuter one in the relationship hadn’t seemed too much like a big deal to him at first, but as the weeks turned to months and they settled into a more loving, more open, more “business as usual” kind of relationship, Jack found himself settling into a certain role. A role that he found himself enjoying.

They had long given up the pretence that his father could cook at all. Jack did all the cooking and Mark (mostly) did the cleaning up, which involved stacking the dishwasher.

“Sorry” he could feel himself testing his insecurities, seeking more assurances. He wanted to ask more questions, but Mark deftly changed the subject.

“Hey, I have a work thing in the city next week.”

“Oh?” Jack’s paw stopped rifling through his father’s white tummy fur and his ears flicked backwards. “Really? During the holidays?” he couldn’t keep the disappointment from his voice.

“Well, I was thinking…” Mark squeezed his boyfriend around the shoulders with his free paw. “I was thinking maybe you could. I dunno, join me? We haven’t been to the city as a… as a”

“Couple?”

“Yeah, we haven’t been to the city as a… couple before” Mark pushed on resolutely through the feeling of awkwardness “and I’d like to take you out to a real restaurant, that kind of thing” he ended lamely.

Jack’s ears perked with excitement. They hadn’t yet been brave enough to date openly outside of their intimate little apartment for fear of attracting the attention of the rumour mill in their small rural town. The city promised more anonymity, more freedom to just be themselves out in public. He’d been to the city as a cub, but as a fully fledged 18 year old adult there was a lot more potential fun to be had.

He jumped up onto his father’s prone form and bounced them both excitedly on the bed which creaked in protest.

“Oh Mark, yes! Yes I’d love to go!” His tail gyrated excitedly behind him and he showered his father with kisses.

“Ok, ok, ok, geez, I’ll only really have free time in the evenings and this weekend, maybe we go a little early to make the most of it?

And so it was that they set off on their epic 5-hour drive to the city the next morning. Mark drove the forest green sedan wearing his travelling clothes and his aviator glasses. He looked striking, quite handsome to Jack’s eyes, as the young fox stretched back and watched the world pass by.

“Don't stick your hind paws out of the window young fox” Mark intoned distractedly, and Jack rolled his eyes. He retaliated for the nagging by deliberately resting his paw on Mark’s crotch.

“You were saying?”

“Erf, no fair” Mark shifted uncomfortably and tried to focus on the road ahead, ears twitching.

“What were you saying about my paws?” Jack asked again, massaging his father's slowly hardening sheath with one of them.

“I, uh, love your paws, you know that.” Mark picked the paw up off his crotch and kissed Jack on the knuckles lovingly. “I love everything about you, I just wish you’d be more careful, it’s dangerous to stick your paws out the wind…oh”

Jack, somewhat bored of this conversation, started unzipping Mark’s pants with his free paw.

“Oh… that’s very n…naughty.”

“Oh, no, please sir, don’t tell my parents!” Jack mocked as he freed Mark’s thickening cock and balls from his underwear.

“Ugh, please, just keep your head down, OK?” Mark gently pressed down on Jack between the shoulder blades to get his head below the windows.

“My pleasure.” Jack retorted as he lowered his muzzle on his father’s now turgid cock.

Mark made a strangled noise and flicked on cruise control so he could maintain concentration on driving straight.

Jack had never had the chance to suck Mark off. He got to the “balls deep in my kid” part of the experience pretty darn fast, which didn’t leave much room for foreplay.

Here on the road with his partner distracted, Jack could take his time, tease him a little, have a little fun.

He stuck his tongue into the fluffy white sheath and explored the inside. It was tangy, familiar, deeply musky and strangely sweet. Mark moaned in protest but didn’t try to stop him.

Jack pulled down on his father’s sheath and squeezed his balls, hard, Mark yelped and jumped in his chair, his shaft now rock hard in Jack’s muzzle.

Jack giggled, he loved getting a rise out of the older fox, and he loved that he had this effect on someone who was such an important part of his life. He closed his eyes and hummed happily as he inexpertly bobbed his head up and down on the large shaft.

No wonder his ass ached so much all the time, dad was huge! He released the cock, gasping for air and took the opportunity to lick it luxuriously up and down, smiling up at Mark.

“You don’t have to…” Mark started.

“Oh but I want to” Jack dove in for another round, this time he pinned back his ears and bobbed his head down with purpose.

“Ugh, aah, hngg, too fast” Mark rested a paw on Jack’s back and rubbed him affectionately through the t-shirt.

Jack slowed down and tried to maintain a consistent pace. He could taste the precum flowing now and the flavour excited him. He brought his tongue into the picture now, running it greedily under the shaft.

His father was getting closer now, more desperate, he strained against the seatbelt, trying to press his hips into his son’s muzzle. Jack started slowing down, teasing the tip, enjoying the control he had over the old toddy.

The paw at his back stopped stroking him and snaked slowly towards his neck. Without warning, Mark grabbed him by the neck and pressed his muzzle down onto his cock. Taking the hint, Jack started to speed up.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, don’t stop…”

With a cry of triumph, Mark came hotly into Jack’s muzzle, pushing him down onto the long hard shaft. Jack enjoyed the taste and sensation of his father’s thick creamy essence pumping over his tongue and down his throat.

“Oh my god, you’re such a cheeky…”

Jack smiled up at his father and rolled onto his back, sticking his hind paws out the window again.

“… little shit.”

They checked into the hotel. Jack marvelled at the sweeping oak and marble staircase in the lobby of the Grand Hotel, a very old opulent style that made him think of movies.

“It’s a king suite," the female meerkat observed from behind the counter "do you want me to switch you to two doubles?” she asked, looking at Jack meaningfully.

Mark opened his muzzle but Jack grabbed him by the elbow before he could respond.

“That’s perfect” Jack declared airily, “come on darling, let’s head on up.”

Mark gave the meerkat a “foxes, whatcha gonna do?” shrug and slunk off behind his boyfriend, ears flattened in embarrassment.

“You don’t have to make a scene…” he hissed

“It’s not a scene, no one knows us here, and besides, you’re cute when you’re flustered.”

“You’re lucky I love you.” Mark grumbled.

“So are you.”

“True.”

They made it up to the hotel room with zero incident and Jack ran to the floor to ceiling windows, flinging them open to reveal the city below. It was approaching twilight and the twinkling lights of the city spread out at their feet all the way out to the horizon a brooding purple haze.

“Oh dad, it’s so big.”

Mark chuckled, “not the first time you’ve said that to me.”

“Now look who’s being cheeky” Jack rolled his eyes and hopped onto the bed “do you want to…”

“Maybe later my love, we have a dinner reservation.”

“Oh! Really?” Jack’s tail was practically a-blur with excitement.

Mark called down to reception to arrange a taxi and within the next hour they were already halfway across town in a busy little neighbourhood. Jack pressed his nose to the window and looked at all the people walking by in their colourful clothes. He felt practically drab by comparison. A green and gold tram (or streetcar) hurtled by, ringing its bell at pedestrians who took a chance to dart in front of it.

The taxi pulled up to a nondescript brick building and Mark opened the car door. They piled out of the taxi and down the stairs into the tiny wood panelled entrance to the restaurant.

“Good evening, sirs” the voice purred and Jack looked up at the tall slender lynx dressed in a crisp white shirt and a black waistcoat who towered over his little desk in this tiny foyer. Jack stared at the tufts on his pointed ears. He'd never met a lynx before.

“Do we have a reservation?” the lynx intoned

“Yes” Jack’s dad cleared his throat “for Mark”

“Ah yes, for two, we have you at table nine, please follow me.” The lynx turned crisply and led them into the restaurant proper, brandishing two leather bound menus.

Jack’s green eyes grew wide in amazement as he took in the sights of the restaurant. It was small, intimate and sparsely populated with tables, but every table was populated by...

“Guys” Jack hissed and pulled on Mark’s elbow “d.. Mark, they’re all guys here.” Mark squeezed his paw in acknowledgement.

The lynx pulled Jack’s chair out and the young fox sat down in amazement as the chair moved in under him. Mark seated himself.

“Still or sparkling?”

“Sparkling please” Mark asked, and the lynx nodded curtly, favouring Jack with a little knowing smile.

“Your waiter tonight will be Charles, and I am Marcel" he raised a paw for emphasis. "If there’s anything at all you need, anything at all, please don’t hesitate to let us know.” with a flash of his short tail he was gone.

Jack propped the menu up in front of him like a shield and whispered conspiratorially at his dad. “What is this place? A … gay restaurant?”

Mark chuckled but he himself was clearly a little nervous too.

“No, it’s just a very gay friendly area, I thought our first proper night out should be… comfortable.” With that he reached out a paw and Jack instinctively put his paw in Mark’s.

They squeezed paws. “T..thanks, this is … nice”

They almost jumped out of their skin as a muscular leopard appeared at their table without a sound.

“Good evening, would sirs care to hear the specials?”

…

They got up from their table and Jack gave Charles a big hug, marvelling guiltily at the firm muscles that bulged beneath his fluffy form.

“Oh, thank you, thank you, what a lovely evening, this was so nice, you’re so nice.”

Charles maintained his composure and smiled, patting the young fox gently on the back.

“See you again soon, dear.”

They poured out of the restaurant into the street. It was late now, the streets and the denizens of the city looked completely different now. Darker, more mysterious, but also more fun.

Jack's keen ears flicked at the sound of deep music bainging away somewhere in the distance. A night club!

"Oh please, let’s go, I have never been clubbing." Jack yanked on Mark’s elbow, dragging him towards the eclectic group of people lined up outside the busiest looking venue on the street.

Mark hung back just long enough that Jack had to pull him towards the back of the queue.

“I’m… not much of a dancer honey.”

“Let’s just go in for like fifteen minutes, it’s Saturday night, come on da.. Mark, live a little!”

They queued patiently and the gravity of what they were doing settled in slowly. Mark put both paws protectively on Jack’s shoulders as they made their way towards the club entrance. Jack looked around with interest at all the other couples queueing to enter. There were big and small size differences, age gaps not quite as large as their own and wildly varying species differences to the point where he couldn’t help wonder at how the mechanics would even stack up in bed.

He was just about to ask the mouse behind them how things worked with his feline companion when they had arrived at the head of the queue. The bouncer (a polar bear named Frank) silently checked Jack’s ID and waved Mark through.

A blast of cold air ruffled their fur and they were suddenly in a dark and open space.

Neon lights festooned the metal superstructure that surrounded the dance hall with angular shards of blue, pink and purple light. A quiet whiskey bar was set off to one side upstairs while a busy "everything else" bar heaved with bodies of every shape and size pressing and grinding through the throng, holding their drinks up high above their heads so as not to spill the precious contents. A troupe of lithe meerkat twinks literally squeezed a path through the folds of two voluptuous panda lesbians*.

Mark’s tail curled up between his legs and he crept up close to Jack as if for comfort.

“This is not my happy place, love.”

“I know but this is my first time, let’s just spend half an hour please?”

They paid way too much for two vodka & red bulls and stepped out into the dance floor.

Jack sipped his drink** and looked up at Mark with joy and gratitude. Mark, for his part tried hard to look confident while sipping his drink and shuffling his feet, looking awkwardly around at the other club goers.

Jack threw up his paws and whooped, "oh Mark, isn't this wonderful, this is the best night of my life. wahoo!"

About half an hour later, their drinks depleted, Mark convinced Jack to join him upstairs at a quieter part of the club to queue up for a dram of whisky.

"Hey!"

Drinks in paws, both canids perked their sensitive ears towards the beaconing voice. The source was a dingo lounging on a nearby couch with a friendly looking smile on his muzzle.

"You two blokes look new" he yelled over the throng, sliding over to make space for them on the filthy couch. "Here, take a load off and tell us your story." he patted the couch invitingly.

Mark looked down at Jack as if asking permission, but Jack was already halfway over to the couch. The dingo grabbed Jack by the waist and popped the young fox down on his lap.

"Hey there, cutie, I'm Tony, and this here is Luke." Tony nodded towards the enormous grey wolf to his left. "So where are you all from?" That last question was directed at the older fox.

"Seymore" Mark responded, squeezing himself uncomfortably between the two canines, eyeing Tony balefully.

"And what's your name, sweetheart?" Tony gave Jack a squeeze and a kiss on the neck breathing in the scent of the young fox with surprising tenderness.

"Jack" he giggled, he had never had quite this much attention before in all his life, he could feel the dingo's interest, his power, his arousal. He glanced over at Mark for reassurance. Mark glared daggers at Tony.

Tony looked back at the older fox, completely unphased. Then his eyes met Luke's and he flicked his eyes to the ceiling, sighing dramatically.

"Fine, fine, I was just borrowing him, geez, keep your tail on, luv."

Slowly, reluctantly, he let Jack get back up again and placed him on Mark's lap.

"That's quite a nice boy you've got there…?" he grinned and ruffled Jack's head fur.

"Mark" Mark responded and hugged Jack possessively.

They sat there in the dark chatting comfortably. Luke and Tony were locals, born and bred in the city, but they had seen much more of the world than Jack or even his dad.

Jack sloshed the small cube of ice around in his glass. It tinkled merrily against the chiselled edges. The whisky had started working its way through to his head and he was getting bored of this conversation. He set the glass down and got up, pulling Mark's paws with him.

"Let's go back down and dance."

Mark shook his head. "Just a few minutes, let's rest a bit longer."

"Oh, come on dad!"

Both foxes froze at the public pronouncement of the prohibited word, ears splayed in embarrassment.

"Don't let him take the piss" Luke's voice was a deep and friendly baritone "you don't look a day over 35 sweetheart." he rested a paw reassuringly on Mark's knee.

Jack grinned cheekily.

"Ok, fine you wanna stay here, daddy?"

Mark winced.

"Maybe I should just dance for you here."

Jack raised his arms and started performing an inexpert lapdance for his father, he lifted his tail and brushed it against Mark' nose as he rubbed his ass against the hapless toddy's crotch.

"Jack, I…"

Tony slapped his knee and whistled loudly.

"Hot damn, son, you come over here and do that and you can call me what you like."

Jack giggled but he only had eyes for his father.

"Come on, dad, do I embarrass you?"

Jack reached down and grabbed a paw full of his father's crotch.

"OK, that's it."

Mark got up and made to leave. "We're going back to the hotel."

"The hell we are, it's only eleven and we haven't even seen the drag queens yet."

"No, you're drunk and irrational and we're going back, now."

"Why?"

"Because I said so!" Mark threw up his paws in frustration.

"No, I said no."

"Jack please” Mark made to grab Jack by the wrist.

“No, I’m fed up, I have had it up to here with this bullshit. You promised me 'partners', you promised me 'equal'. How can we be 'equal' when you’re always bossing me around?”

“I’m not…”

“Yes, dad, you are! How can we be equals when you don’t respect my autonomy, my ability to make my own decisions, to make my own mistakes? How can we be equals when you're being my father instead of my lover?”

“But…"

"No, I want to stay out and you can't stop me, you go to bed if you want, Mark, but I'm going back down for a dance." Jack ripped his paw from his partner's grasp.

Luke and Tony glanced at each other. "Someone ain't getting it tonight" Tony mused and the big wolf grimaced exaggeratedly in response.

Jack noticed they had attracted the attention of one of the bouncers, an enormous bovine with shoulders seemingly wider than Jack's arm span.

"Are we having a problem?"

"No!" Mark responded hurriedly.

"Yes!" guilt gripped Jack's heart as the word left his muzzle.

"Sir," the bull turned his attention to Mark "I think it's time to go for a walk."

"But he's…"

The bull raised one finger and waggled it slowly "a walk"

Mark fled past Jack with a quick "please be careful" as he was escorted back downstairs.

The sudden rush of sweet autonomy was somewhat marred by the nature of Mark's exit. Jack made his way downstairs and danced with a cute house cat in a fishnet crop top. The lights, the sequins, the music, the scents and textures. This was everything he had wanted, but without Mark it didn't feel quite as much fun as he expected.

Eventually, after the midnight drag show, Jack slipped out the fire escape exit into the adjacent alleyway and checked his phone. 1am, 9% battery, heaps of charge to get back to the hotel, he'd have to apologise…

"Say kiddo, do you have the time?"

Jack looked up to see a weasel in a leather jacket leaning against a dumpster. The sweet smell of decaying refuse coated Jack's senses and gave the scene an otherworldly feeling. On the other side of the dumpster, deeper into the alleyway, a pair of eyes glinted menacingly in the dim lamp light.

Emboldened by Jack's confusion, the weasel strode forward and grabbed the young fox by the arm.

"You know it's rude to ignore a polite request like that, little fox, I think you need a lesson in manners."

A low primal growl pierced the chill night air. Every hair on Jack's body stood on its end as if his whole body had been electrified.

The weasel froze, his eyes grew wide. The noise was not coming from him.

The growl increased in intensity and pitch and Mark stepped into the lamplight, crouched low to the ground, hackles raised, eyes glistening and teeth bared with murderous intent.

The weasel relaxed a little "get lost, gramps, this doesn't…"

Mark lunged at the mustelid's exposed neck, breaking his nerve and his grip on the slender fox's arm.

"You foxes, you're fucking crazy." the weasel cursed in a high pitch as he escaped around the corner.

"Oh dad" Jack collapsed into Mark's arms, his paws shaking. The glint in Mark's eyes died down as his hackles softened, but Jack could feel his father's heart beating a thousand miles a minute, his breathing ragged, pumped full of adrenaline.

"Jack, baby, are you ok?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, I got drunk and stupid and..."

"No, you're right, I've had time to think about it. I promised 'equals' but I keep treating you like my cub. Nothing will ever stop you from being my cub." Mark kissed Jack passionately on the muzzle "but I promise you are more, so much more."

Jack lifted a shaky paw up behind Mark's head and pulled him deeper into the kiss, while his other paw reached down between his father's pants to unzip his fly.

"Hey is everyone alright over.. oh" the cheetah wore a police constable uniform, carrying a large torch with a glock pistol at his waist.

Mark was the first to regain his composure

"It's OK, officer, we're fine, he was assaulted by a w… uh." Mark didn't know how to describe their assailant without resorting to species, which felt laden with prejudice.

"Weasel? About this high?" the cheetah brought up his other paw which was cuffed to the wrist of the aforementioned weasel.

The weasel made a face. "When I left them, they had their pants on."

If he noticed Jack's paws in Mark's pants, the cat didn't comment at all.

"Are either of you prepared to make a statement? Greg here is harmless, but he should know better than to interfere with tourists."

The weasel spat on the ground but made no further protest.

It was 3am by the time they were safely tucked away in their big double bed, Jack tucked away snuggly in his father's warmth.

The next morning, Jack awoke with a fresh perspective, the problems of the night before a vague memory, as if it had happened to someone else or a long time ago.

"Hey love" his father rolled over and pulled him close into his soft fur. "I just wanted to apologise for being too much of your dad last night, your independence is important to me and I think if I am honest I was just feeling jealous and…"

Jack rolled over and halted his dad's apology with a deep and passionate kiss on the muzzle.

"No, Dad, it's me who should be apologising. I know I take advantage of my position as your partner to undermine your role as a parent, I guess I just don't know how to assert myself in healthy ways, to let you know what's really important to me, but I want you to know that you are important to me. I want you to know I am grateful for how much you look after me, protect me. Last night you…."

Mark chuckled awkwardly "I don't know what came over me."

"It was fucking hot is what it was."

"Is that so?" Mark growled playfully and bit Jack gently on the neck.

"Harder" Jack whispered, and he felt his father's cock stiffen against his thigh at that single word.

"You… sure?" came the muffled response.

"I didn't see some wolf or dingo come to protect me last night. Claim it, own it, claim… me."

Mark's hackles raised and he growled a little less playfully this time, teeth sinking deeper into his son's neck, claws digging into his sides. Jack moaned with a little combination of fear and excitement.

Mark let go with his teeth long enough to pin Jack down by the shoulders. His bright blue eyes were wild with passion, his chest heaved as he panted with desire.

"You're mine, you hear me? I won't let anything happen to you, I won't let…"

Jack reached with both paws and brought the big yearning muzzle down to meet his own lips. Mark moaned with yearning for his son's sweet body.

With the flick of one strong paw, the older fox flipped Jack over onto his front and entered him roughly in a way that reminded him fondly of their very first time. Mark's cock, slick with precum, entered him with practised ease, Jack threw back his head, arched his back and pressed back into his father's crotch as quickly as he dared.

But this time was different, this time was primal, animalistic, yes, but this time spoke also of all the months they had spent together. The love and desire they had collected up over this time… and the pent up frustration from Mark at having watched his partner in the arms of that cheeky dingo.

Mark thrust his way deep inside and bit Jack roughly on the neck. Jack clenched his jaw and tried not to howl in pain and desire as his father claimed him.

"I will never stop being your father, and you will never stop being my son, but that has nothing to do with this now. You're mine. Mine to love, mine to protect, my one choice, my only desire. Mine." He emphasised that point with a deep thrust that pressed the little fox deep into the bed, his own cock leaking copiously onto the sheets.

They fucked, raw and primal, growling and snarling at each other with love and a mutual desire that needn't be spoken, couldn't be vocalised in any way other than a snarl.

Mark came hotly into his boy, knot swelling rapidly and filling Jack with a painfully familiar sensation.

Jack cried out in pain and passion as he himself came as well, his smaller cock danced excitedly as it shot ropes of sticky semen all over his fur and the bed.

Mark then collapsed onto the smaller frame of his young partner, locked in place. They remained tied there, Mark kissing Jack on the back of the head, rubbing his tummy affectionately, both mesmerised by the intensity of it all, till a beep from Mark's phone snapped them out of their reverie.

It was a missed call:

"Hey there, this is constable Jackson, just following up on the incident in Peel Street last night, I just wanted to double-check my notes, what precisely was your relationship with Jack again?"

"Shit"

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* This scene is an amalgam of my own first gay bar experiences: the round up and oil can Harry’s in Texas. I distinctly remember skinny young half-naked gay guys slipping between the bosoms of voluptuous lesbians as they laughed.

** I know the drinking age in the states is 21, but the drinking age where I live in Australia is 18, so I chose Australian law because the story is more fun if Jack is old enough to drink. Some of the place names and characters in this story thus emphasise Australia, specifically Melbourne.