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Everyone Does It for Vlad

One cold winter's day in December of 2004...

15 year-old Vladimir Romanov sat in history class at Richard King High School in Corpus Christi, TX.

The young fruit bat was excited about today, it was his birthday. He would be 16 today. At this age, he was a little big for birthday parties, but now he would get that awesome car he'd always wanted. He was so excited it got him writing in his journal when he should have been paying attention. He nearly flinched when someone poked him.

A 16 year-old Kaitlyn whispered to her friend, "Heads up!"

Too late, a large text book was slammed down hard on the bat's desk.

A stern old owl looked down his curved beak at the young bat before him. "Mr. Romanov, what pray tell is so important you couldn't spare to even look when I am speaking?"

Vlad nearly dropped his prescription glasses when the history teacher scared him. "Uh-uh, s-sorry, Mr. Turner. I was- I'm just excited about today, sir. It's my birthday and my dad's taking me to get my first car after school."

Mr. Turner squinted at the small frugivorous bat squirming in the seat before him. "It still does not excuse rudeness, Mr. Romanov. Stay after class, I'm sure your car can wait a few minutes more."

Vlad was not the type to argue. He sighed, "Yes, Mr. Turner." He looked back down at his journal as his big ears picked up discreet snickering of other classmates. He saw his friend. She mouthed an apology to him which he nodded patiently for.

Class ended, his last class of the day and now he would have to stay late. He knew his dad would understand, but he still felt bad about it.

Mr. Turner did not even speak for the extra ten minutes. He merely stared at the bat and let him sweat under his unblinking gaze. The ten minutes were up. "You may go now."

Vlad picked up his books, put them in his rolling backpack then quickly vacated before the owl could change his mind.

In the hallway, Vlad ran into 17 year-old Kelly Dalton.

The popular teen squirrel had been chatting with her little cheerleading clique. She was pushed face first into another girl's bust by the bat. The bashful and enraged female flipped on a dime. She turned and pushed Vlad. "Watch where you're going, nerd!"

He blushed and tried to back away, "Sorry!"

Kaitlyn was there to help him. "Take it easy on him, Kells. He didn't see you there."

Kelly growled, "Shut up! That jerk pushed me!"

Vlad stammered, "I-I said I was sorry!"

"Is there a problem here?" Mr. Turner had just stepped out.

Kelly grumbled, "No, there's no problem." She glared at Vlad then walked away.

Kaitlyn petted her friend, "Come on."

...

Vlad's dad was waiting outside the school in his station wagon. He rolled down the window and called out to his son and his friend. "Vlady! I was wondering what took you so long."

Vlad paused long enough to hug his friend. "I'll see you tomorrow, Kay."

The rat kissed her friend on his cheek before he could pull away. "You should come over sometime. My brother's coming home."

Vlad stopped, "Oh yeah? After two years, they let him out that early?"

She shrugged, "He plead self defense, I think it got him a shortened sentence. He's been on good behavior so I guess they decided to just let Taylor go. You haven't seen him since it happened, right?"

He gulped, "Not after..."

She kissed him on the lips. "I'll see you tomorrow." Then, she left. "Happy Holidays, Vlad!"

He blushed from the kiss. He got into the car with his dad and the mature bat ruffled his son's hair.

Mr. Romanov chuckled, "My boy's a regular casanova, huh?"

Vlad blushed more as he put his backpack under the dashboard. "Come on, Dad. You know me and Kaitlyn are just friends."

Nicolai openly kissed his son on the lips. "I know, but I'm your father, I reserve the right to tease you at every opportunity, Vlady." He unbuckled his seatbelt. "Come on, hop on over. I'm letting you drive today."

Vlad grinned. "Thanks, Dad!"

...

Vlad had a big smile on his face as he finally had his dad's trust to drive the family car. He was getting his own car for his birthday. This year was going to be a good Hanukkah.

His father directed him where to go. He grabbed his son by the scruff of his neck. "There! Pull into that car lot over there."

Vlad's ears fell back when he saw the car lot. "But these are used cars."

His dad nodded, "That's right! It's better you get a used car with good history on it, than some shiny, new piece of crap that's got some stupid tvs in the dashboard and dumb shit like that."

Vlad sighed, "Guess you're right."

Nicolai chuckled, "You don't have to guess, I'm always right!"

A weasel in a tacky, sparkling suit saw the bats come in and could barely restrain the grin on his muzzle. He straightened his bowtie. "Here now! Welcome, welcome, friends! Oh, look at you pair o' handsome fellas!"

Both bats were taken aback by the boisterous weasel dealer.

The weasel eagerly shook hands with the older of the two. "You sir, I think I know what you want. First car for Junior, eh? Well, look no further, I've got all the best used vehicles in South Texas, bar none!"

Nicolai regained his composure, "Uh, yes. That's right. It's my son Vlad's 16thbirthday today and we" He held his son close, "want your best, most reliable vehicle off your lot, Mr. Gerryson." He read the dealer's name tag.

"Ted Gerryson, Mister. Or just Ted with friends, and I can tell already, we are going to be good friends." The weasel had a great rapport; he was definitely smarter than he looked.

Nicolai gently nudged his son, "Vladimir, go on. This is your first car, I'm going to let you pick the one you want the most out of this lot."

The nervous bat looked around. He walked through the lot before finally he settled for one car. It was a red Pontiac Grand Am.

Gerryson chuckled, "Excellent choice!"

His father signed some papers, paid the weasel then Vlad got in his new car and followed his father off the lot.

They both got home just when his mother was hanging clothes in her backyard to dry. She smiled when she saw her two handsome men. "Oh my, that's a pretty red car you got there, Vlady." Her son kissed her on the lips.

"Thanks, Mom. It's a nice enough car. Handles pretty well, but man, I'm starved."

She kissed him back, let him have a bit of tongue in their familial kiss. She mussed his jet black hair, "Well, you're just in time, young man. Your grandmother is making your favorite."

"Oven-fried chicken? Oh, she always makes the best."

She played with his ears. "Nothing but the best for you, Vlad."

The young bat hurried inside and left his backpack on the living room couch. The teen saw his 68 year-old grandma in the kitchen.

The old bat was coating the chicken in her own special, secret family recipe. She tasted the coating to make sure it was the right ratio of spices. She nodded sagely, <Perfect.> She laughed sweetly when young wings came around her and her grandson gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Hi, Grandma."

"Bubala, a sneak hugger like my Grigori." She wagged a finger playfully at him.

"That chicken smells as good as ever, Grandma." He hugged her.

She pushed her grandson with a smile, "Then let me cook, Vladimir. You can't eat raw chicken."

His father pulled him into his warmth, "We should shower before dinner, Vladimir." He teased his son in clear earshot of his wife and his mother.

Vlad blushed as he was led by his father.

...

Vlad blushed as he always did when his father stood before him naked, his 10-inch circumcised malehood hanging between his legs.

The middle-aged bat turned on the hot water and allowed his son time to undress as well.

Soon Vlad was naked. His father stepped into the shower stall and the son joined him in his casual, familial nudity.

Standing with his father under the showerhead, Vlad could see how similar he was to his father. His 16 year-old body lacked the love handles of his 39 year-old father. Their cocks matched in length, though his father was thicker, and hairier. Both males were almost the same height, which for bats wasn't very tall but they stood nearly shoulder to shoulder.

Nicolai put his wings around his son while he let the hot water drench his and Vlad's bodies. The bats locked lips. In the midst of this incestuous kiss, he scrubbed his son's chest with a soapy washcloth. Their cocks did touch slightly as the father dutifully washed his son, but they were not here for that.

Vlad still blushed to be washed like a child by his father, but he always enjoyed times like this. His blush darkened when his father cleaned his privates.

His father gave him the cloth when he was finished. "Now you wash me."

Vlad nodded and he cleaned his father's body in the same way he'd been cleaned.

Nic enveloped his son with his free wing, pressed his cock against his son's length. Vlad blushed when he felt it brush his own member.

Nic looked right in his son's eyes, allowed their tongues to dance between their mouths while he mated vigorously with his son's malehood. Eventually, he relented and whispered in his son's ear, "Later. Just finish up so we can eat your grandmother's cooking, young man." He kissed his teenage son again.

Vlad blushed then went right back to the job of cleaning his father and trying to ignore the boner screaming for attention from between his legs.

Nicolai calmly petted his son and did not falter when someone knocked on the bathroom door.

"The chicken's almost finished, boys. Come on out before Grandma Linka has a fit." His wife chirped playfully before leaving her men to finish their family bonding.

The men finished their shower quickly after that. Vlad was drying his legs when he watched his father bend over to do the same. He felt bold then reached over when his dad wasn't looking.

His father gasped then looked back at his son with a grin. "Naughty boy, grabbing your old man's balls like that. I'll have to punish you good later."

Father and son laughed like old friends after that.

...

Vlad's mother helped her mother-in-law into her seat just as her two handsome men entered the kitchen.

"There you are, hurry up and get some food. I've made scalloped potatoes au gratin to compliment Linka's chicken. You men can get some bread, and a drink then just dig in."

Vlad kissed his mother on the cheek. "Thank you, Mom." He got some chicken; legs and thighs were his favorite part. He got his mother's potatoes, got some bread and his favorite drink, A&W.

He sat down and he took his first bite then he was in heaven. "Aw yeah, that's so good. Thank you, Grandma."

She smiled, "Oh, you're welcome, Bubala."

...

Later that night, the family had all finished eating.

Grandma Linka had gone to bed early. His mother was washing dishes.

Vlad sat on his parents' bed watching his father undress.

The mature fruit bat smiled smugly as he exposed his malehood once again to the product of his own loins. He looked upon his son, already naked and waiting patiently for his father.

The young bat laid on his back as his dad got on the bed and crouched over his body.

Nicolai straddled his son's legs and rested his balls squarely on his son's pair.

Vlad's heart fluttered when he felt the intense intimacy between him and his dad. He watched his old man reach one lecherous hand down then grip their identical cocks together.

Nicolai thrust forward against his son's malehood. Both bats moaned; Vlad's voice was still distinctly higher than his father's. He dragged his cock backward so it brushed fully against Vlad's erect flesh.

The young bat thrust up against his father when he pushed forward a second time. Their malehoods clashed beautifully; pre squirted copiously between them.

Nicolai collected the clear seed in his palm and used it to properly lube up himself and his son. He let Vlad lick his fingers clean then as he continued to frot with his son.

Vlad stared directly in his father's eyes the whole time, his cheeks warmed and his ears reddened. "I love you, Dad."

Nicolai smiled and gave a particularly strong thrust to his son. "And I love you, Vlad. Happy birthday." Then, the Romanov bats kissed, wrapped each other in their wings and their sexual drive kicked into high gear.

As the pair of bats continued their father-son bonding, Vlad began to notice something weird. It was a small something at first. His dad's ears progressively got shorter. The mature male failed to notice, too engrossed in mating with his son.

"D-Dad?" He muttered as those spade-like bat ears gradually became rounder, almost perfect circles. His dad also seemed to grow larger. Nicolai was 5'6, a reasonable height for a frugivorous mammal. The bat on top of Vlad got taller, buffer. His short snout stretched out and narrowed as it sprouted a ton of whiskers.

The young bat blinked in a trance as it happened.

His transforming father still kept his eyes focused on his son, his son's cock under his own, both dripping seed as the large bat sped up his lovemaking.

Vlad continued to move against his father while still mesmerized. He looked down and quickly noticed his father's penis... not only had it gotten longer, thicker than he remembered... it had a foreskin. But his dad was cut... just like Vlad. He watched that foreign foreskin being moved back and forth over that fat, drooling glans. Then, he noticed his dad's fur beginning to change. Nicolai was a fruit bat, he had natural brown fur all over, like Vlad. It was still brown but coming much darker, like a dark chocolate.

He looked up in time to see his dad, now suddenly turned into a large brown rat, saw his face scrunch up just as his cock jumped and fired its gooey, sticky contents all over the bat who spontaneously hit his own orgasm as his sperm mingled nicely with his lover's.

Then the rat looked at Vlad... it was Taylor, Kaitlyn's brother and Vlad's mate.

"Vlad? Vlad! Wake up!"

...

Vlad woke up from his trance, in the arms of his lifelong lover.

The brown rat looked worried as he held him. "Vlad? Are you okay?"

Vlad mumbled as he tried to collect his thoughts. "Wh-where am I?"

Taylor touched noses with his love. "We're here, we're home, in bed like always... we got home and you wanted to make love. So we were and somewhere through it- it was like you were having a seizure or something, you wouldn't respond, you wouldn't move... God, you scared the shit out of me, baby!" He sniffed and Vlad could see the rat had tears in his eyes.

Vlad blinked and shook his head, he had a bad headache. "Oi, God, what the hell happened?"

Taylor brushed his chest. "You don't remember?"

Vlad probed his drunken, aching brain for some vein of memory amongst a sea of booze and bad choices made in one night. "I'm trying... mind helping me out here?"

Tay laughed nervously, "Well..."

...

Earlier today, it was December 12th in 2014, Vladimir Romanov's 26thbirthday. A few weeks from now it would then be the second most important day in his life... Christmas Eve, the day he and Taylor became the loving, dysfunctional couple they are now, 10 years in the making.

The bat, the rat and a few of their friends had a little private party at a now closed Tail Twisters. Vlad and Tay clinked glasses together.

"Happy birthday, you little nerd!" Tay said to his love.

Vlad giggled, "Thank you, you ugly kraut." He kissed his mate before they both drank shots together.

Tay was going to make sure that was his only drink of the night since he had to drive home for Vlad. The rat kissed his love back. "Another year older, and you're still the cutest damn thing I've ever seen, Vlady."

Vlad blushed, "Aw, thank you, Tay."

Kaitlyn sat across from her brother and friend. Earlier in the week, she and Taylor had taken the chance to talk it over about her asking him to put a baby in her. She'd been disappointed with the outcome of that conversation, but now that she saw how close they were... How could she even think to get in between that? Maybe she wasn't quite that ready to have a baby.

Speaking of having babies... Kelly sat at the next table with her fiancee, his brother Richie and his fiancee, Candice. Lately, the first-time mother had been feeling pains like her twins were all ready to pop out... but she wanted to be here for her friends, for Taylor and Vlad.

Jesse had now constantly been checking up on her since she'd told him about the pain. "Are you okay, Kelly?"

She faked a smile when her twins kicked exceptionally hard. "Oh yeah, peachy."

He held her paws, "You never say peachy, you say it's a girly word, now I know something's wrong."

She became frustrated with her mate, "Look, I'm telling you, Jess! I'm fine." She sighed then kissed him. "I know you're anxious. I'm worried too. Mom never told me it'd hurt this much. I don't need you having a stroke over this, though."

Richie had been nuzzling his newly engaged future wife when he heard the couple across from him. "Yeah, Jess. I mean, come on, you don't wanna be talking on a computer like that Hawking guy from that movie we saw last month."

Jesse laughed nervously as that image of himself in a wheelchair like Stephen Hawking came to his mind.

Candy was quick to divert her boyfriend's attention back to her. Her engagement ring shined in the light of the bar while she locked muzzles with him.

Vlad had his fourth shot of the night. "Ah, it's a damn shame this place is closing, they've got the best liquor here."

Taylor sighed, "Yeah... Frank's still in the hospital... He's definitely not coming back from there, not this time. His sons are gonna close this and make it into a family-style restaurant now. Tail Twisters as we know it... it's not gonna survive this holiday season." He shrugged, "I've worked here... almost as long as I've been with you, Vlad." He sniffed, "I'm going to miss this place."

Kelly heard him, "Well, Frank Jr. He's gonna be the new owner, couldn't he keep you on when the new restaurant opens?"

Taylor sighed again, "Frankie, he's not a particularly nice guy, and I don't get along well with not-nice guys. Freddy is a little better, but he always listens to his big brother."

Kelly shrugged, "They were nice enough to let us have this party here."

Taylor laughed, "I practically had to bribe Frankie for this party."

Kelly snorted when she laughed, "Well accepting money's another form of being nice for foxes, I suppose." She giggled before she felt a particularly strong cramp. "Ow, my kids are gonna make me pee again... excuse me, Tay." She kissed Jesse. "I'll be right back, babe." She got up at about the same time a drunken Vlad got up and almost bumped into her on his way to the bar. "Woah!" She caught him in time, "Watch where you're going, nerd." She said in a joking tone before she made her way to the restrooms.

Vlad giggled drunkenly at his friend, in his mind still the angry cheerleader he once knew in school, at least in this addled moment. "Sorry!" He chirped playfully before he somehow made it to the bar.

Krystal held back the laughs when she watched the bat stumble as he tried to sit on the bar stool. "You've got a problem there, Vlad?" She joked.

"Anodder round ov sh-shits... shoots?"

"Shots?"

"Shots! That's it!"

The aardwolf giggled, "I think you've had too much already, Vlad."

Vlad scoffed, "Oh... belief me, sister, I know when I haff too much." He hiccuped and his eyesight doubled. "Now, which ov you loverly ladeez is gonna get my drink?"

She rolled her eyes, "David!"

The otter looked up from wiping glasses. "Yeah, Krys?"

"Another round of 'shots' for my friend, Vladimir." She winked.

The otter caught the wink and he picked out a series of shot glasses. Instead of alcohol though, he simply poured some apple juice in the glasses. He served them. "Here you go, Krys."

The aardwolf kissed the otter who had since become her boyfriend after she broke up with Vivian. "Thank you, Davey." She took the tray to Tay and Vlad's table since the bat looked too drunk to carry it.

Taylor took the tray from Krystal. "Thank you, Krystal." He tried to steal a playful kiss.

She stopped him, "No, Tay. Dave and me have got a good thing goin' on now. I don't wanna do anything to fuck that up now. From now on, me and you? We're just friends."

He smiled, "Shucks, it was worth a try, I guess. I'll behave myself, Krys." He patted the back of her right paw. "It's great to see you smiling again at least, Krystal. David's a lucky guy to have you."

She blushed, "Naw, I'm the lucky bitch who didn't even know I had the right guy standin' with me as my best friend all these years." She smiled and waved to David who happily returned the wave as he poured a drink for Mike, the pine marten cook.

Mike allowed his eyes to wander to Candy, that pretty ferret he'd met a while back. She looked real cute in that dress of hers, looked even cuter with that handsome, rich squirrel grazing her neck with kisses. He sighed, another night alone...

David happened to notice. "Hey..."

Mike looked up when his soon-to-be former co-worker spoke.

The otter put a friendly hand on his shoulder, "Don't let yourself get bogged down on could have beens, man."

Mike faked a smile. "Thanks for the advice." Which was his polite way of saying 'shut up and let me enjoy my lonely depression, will ya?'

Vlad finished drinking the apple juice shots which he still thought were beer. He'd begun to get dizzy from all the alcohol intoxicating his fruity brain.

Taylor sighed as he helped his lover up, "Come on, Vlad. I'm taking you home."

Vlad was on another planet right now, "Yes, my dear captain, let us all sail on home!" He pretended to fly even though bats in this modern time couldn't actually fly. These wings they had were just vestigial reminders of their feral ancestry.

Taylor just picked him up. "Krystal, we're going already, I gotta get this knucklehead in bed. I'll see you guys later, Merry Christmas! Goodbye!"

Krystal and David both waved their friends goodbye.

Jesse and his group looked up.

Candy blew a kiss to Taylor. "Feliz Navidad, Tay!"

He caught it, "Frohe Weinachten to you too, Candy." He smiled. "Jess! When Kelly gets back, tell her goodbye for me, please?"

The squirrel smiled, "Of course, Taylor!"

Then the rat escorted his bat outside.

...

After that, they got home.

Taylor opened the front door and his love promptly faceplanted on the first couch he could reach.

Vlad retched and vomited up everything he'd drank in the last hour or so.

Taylor sighed, "Oh you... you know what alcohol does to you, you silly bat thing." He helped his lover into a sitting position.

The bat was dazed but now had a beard of his emissions trailing from his muzzle and down to his shirt... inside it even.

Taylor shook his head as the bat fell back over. "You're getting in the shower right now, hon." He picked the bat up again, then carried him upstairs.

In the bathroom, Taylor got his mate naked while he let the water get warm. After, he took off his own clothes since he knew his friend would be too out of it to clean himself.

Taylor was amazed he could even get Vlad to stand in the shower while he bathed him.

The bat nuzzled and hugged his mate at every chance he could get while the rat tried to stay serious and clean his friend. Vlad gave a drunken moan when Taylor cleaned his genitals, then his little bat cave. Vlad's cock rose under the treatment and the bat tried to hump Taylor like a horny dog.

Taylor laughed and kissed his mate. His breath still tasted of vomit, but the rat had honestly tasted much worse. He let their semi-erect stiffs brush together briefly before he continued his more important job of taking care of his loved one.

He dried the bat's fur afterwards. He laughed when he saw how Vlad's fur puffed up from the fur dryer. He dressed the bat, then himself.

Taylor took out a Hungry-Man frozen fried chicken dinner, heated that up quick for his mate. "I'm no cook, but there. Eat that, Vlad... You need to get some food in you, dear."

Vlad nuzzled his mate, "Thank you, Grandma." He said, remembering how his grandmother used to make fried chicken for him on his birthday. Vlad ate the food happily, imagining it to be his grandma's special oven-fried chicken with her secret ginger spice mix.

...

Later that night, Taylor was tucking his lover into bed when the bat became amorous. "Daddy... let's play, one more time, like old times."

The rat blushed when he remembered the bat telling him how the bat's father was intimate with Vlad when the bat was younger. It reminded him of his own father... in the bad ways unfortunately. His dad wasn't intimate, he was just a drunk asshole. He tried to pull away then groaned when the bat held his balls through his briefs. "Vlad..."

The bat was still stuck in the past in his drunken mind. "Please, Daddy."

Taylor should've backed off... but he was still a horny bastard. He knew he'd hate himself in the morning, but he knew Vlad would love it even more and that would be good at least.

The rat pulled off the bat's clothes, then took his off before he straddled his mate's lap and rested his heavy, brown, furry balls on the bat's pair.

Vlad smiled and he thrust his erect cock up against Taylor's length as the rat began his hard thrusts as well.

Both lasted a surprisingly good long while, despite the booze in his lover's brain. Taylor noticed the bat become progressively more quiet even as things quickly heated up for them.

Taylor was soon so far in, he failed to notice how the bat was just staring at him now, occasionally thrusting against him, but still staring.

Vlad's cock erupted first, squirting his potent, but wasted sperm all over his young body.

That triggered Taylor who closed his eyes and grunted loudly as he exploded cum across his lover's chest. It was only then as the rat came down from his orgasm that he noticed his lover staring at him. The bat was looking right at him, his expression unreadable.

Taylor laughed it off first, but when Vlad didn't respond, "Vlad? Vlad!" Scared, Taylor shook his lover. "Wake up!" He cried as tears filled his eyes.

...

Vlad rubbed his aching temple after Taylor finished explaining the whole night to him. "Ugh... that's the last time I'm drinking like that." He shivered, "And you had sex with me, while I was drunk and out of my mind?"

Taylor cringed, "When you say it like that... Fuck it, there's no nice way to describe that. I'm sorry, I should've handled it better. Forgive me, Vlady."

Vlad blushed, "Eh, it still felt good. I can't blame you, I musta been one sexy drunk date."

Taylor sighed, "No, don't make light of that... I shouldn't have let it happen like that. I..." He sobbed as he got out of bed, "I'm sorry."

Vlad's heart sunk, "Tay, wait!"

Taylor slammed the door before the bat could say more. He began to sob more now that Vlad couldn't see him. He slid down with his back against the door. "I'm sorry..."

...

Meanwhile, back at Tail Twisters, Jesse was getting worried that his fiancee had still not come back from the restroom. He wanted to get up, but Candy stopped him.

"Please, Jesse. She's probably just having girl time... you know what that's like sometimes." She kissed him on the cheek, "I'll go check on her for you, okay?"

Jesse nodded worriedly, "Thank you, Candy."

Candice smiled before making her way to the women's restroom. She knocked on the door as she walked in. "Kelly? Are you okay?"

The female squirrel's pained voice came from one of the stalls. "I'm in here!"

Immediately worried, Candy rushed to open the door. She gasped when she saw her friend with her arms tight around her pregnant belly.

The squirrel stammered through the pain. "C-Candy... get Jesse... M-m-my water just broke."