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Carmelita Fox was busy looking at her list of chores to do. With such a big house, there was no shortage of things to do before her guests arrived. Sighing, she went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. She needed to make sure she had all the vegetables necessary for the vegetable try she planned on preparing.

"Let's see, carrots, cucumbers, cauliflower, spinach . . ."

"Mommy!" a voice called out to her.

Carmelita closed the refrigerator door to see her twin five year old sons Sammy and Stanley looking up at her.

"Yes?" she said. "What do you two want?"

"Can we use your bathroom, Mommy?" asked Sammy

"Why?" asked Carmelita. "Is someone in yours?"

"No," said Sammy.

Carmelita could feel herself growing irritated from the lack of information. "Okay, then what's wrong with yours?"

Stanley, the other twin saw his eldest brother, fourteen year old Sly Jr. walking into the kitchen, and covered his nose at him. "Junior stunk it up!"

Sly Jr, who had just opened the cupboard, turned around, glaring indignantly at his younger brother. "Oh, well, excuse me for needing to take a massive dump!"

"Junior!" yelled Carmelita. "Stop being disgusting!"

"Sorry, Mom." said the eldest Cooper boy. Carmelita shook her head, trying to find patience. Not only did she have Sly Jr and the two youngest on her hands, there was also twelve year old Simon and ten year old Steven to worry about. She and her husband Sly had been married for fifteen years now, and had managed to produce five healthy, happy boys, all of them looking just like their father, save for the orange-brown fur in place of the gray fur of their raccoon father.

"Junior," said Carmelita, resuming her vegetable inventory. "I want you to go clean up your bathrooom now, please."

"Uh, why do I have to clean it? I'm not the only one who uses it, you know."

Carmelita poked her head from out of the refrigerator, glaring more angrily than before. "I know that, but your the oldest . . ."

"And the stinkiest!" taunted Sammy.

"Shut up, brat!" yelled Junior, ready to strangle Sammy.

"Stinky tail!" added Stanley.

"How would you know?" snarled Junior. "You been sniffin' my butt?"

"No!" screamed Stanley.

"Yeah you have!" retorted Sly Junior. "You're a butt sniffer!"

"Junior!" yelled Carmelita.

Sammy now stuck his tongue out at his oldest brother, in defense of his twin, Stanley. This only gave more ammunition for the oldest Cooper boy.

"Oh, go ahead and stick your tongue out at me, you little butt licker!"

Carmelita couldn't handle it anymore. "AGH!" she screamed. "Knock it off all of you!"

Instantly, where there had been juvenile bickering and name calling, there was now only silence. All of the Cooper boys had heard their mother scream enough times to know when was in a mood like that, it was best to just shut up and obey.

With order now restored, Carmelita reiterated her instructions. "Now, as I was saying before, Junior, you go clean your bathroom. I mean really clean it! I want the mirrors cleaned, the faucet disinfected, the toilet scrubbed and the floor mopped. When I go in there, I want to be proud of the job you've done."

"But you never go in there, Mom."

"That's because you boys are disgusting little pigs that make that bathroom look like it belongs in a gas station!"

Junior was about to roll his eyes, but knew he risked getting his butt whacked by a very angry mother. Sighing, he went off to clean the bathroom, hoping that he might actually be able to please his mother.

Carmelita turned her attention to the twins. "Samuel, Stanley, you can use my bathroom if you want, but don't mess it up! After you're done with that, I want you to go around and collect all the trash, okay?"

"Okay, Mommy!" said the twins in unison.

Carmelita watched the twins scamper off, then, finally she went back to dealing with the vegetables. Satisfied she had everything she needed, she brought them from the refrigerator, putting them on the counter. Just as she was reaching for a large ceramic knife in a kitchen drawer, in walked her loving husband, Sly Sr.

"Hello, gorgeous!" said Sly, walking over and planting a kiss on his wife's forehead.

"Hello," said Carmelita, who now went to work slicing and dicing up her vegetables. It took her husband only an instant to realize she was not in the best of moods.

"Okay," said the raccoon. "What's wrong?"

Carmelita stopped what she was doing, looking over at Sly, scowling. "Why are boys so disgusting?"

Unprepared for the question, Sly shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, why are boys so disgusting?"

Carmelita flared her nostrils at her husband. "Well, I can certainly tell where Junior gets his smart-ass attitude from."

"You just now noticed that?" asked Sly, trying to joke around.

"Sly Cooper," said Carmelita. "You do realize that you're angering someone who had a very sharp knife in her paws, right?

Sly raised his paws, trying to diffuse the situation. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry, honey. I'm just trying to make you laugh," said Sly, before planting another kiss on Carmelita's head.

"I know you are," said Carmelita, as she started to calm down. "It's just that I have six little boys I always have to take care of."

"Um, we have five boys, dear," corrected the raccoon.

Carmelita put her paws on her hips, again growing irritated. "I have to take care of you, don't I? What would you do without me to keep this house in order, hmm?"

Sly walked over, putting his arms around his wife. "I know I'd be one miserable raccoon without my lovely vixen to take care of everything."

Carmelita now put her arms around him, giving him a kiss on the lips. "Don't you ever forget that!"

"I won't," said Sly, trying to sneak out of the kitchen.

"And while you're leaving, why don't you run the vacuum cleaner around the house? I want everything to look perfect for when they get here!"

Sly cursed under his breath, wishing he was still as fast as he use to be.

By late afternoon, everyone in the Cooper family had pitched in sufficiently in the house cleaning. The carpet was vacuumed to the point that it didn't even have a speck of dust. The bathrooms were clean and smelling fresh, the waste baskets were all empty with fresh bags in them. The entire house almost sparkled it looked so fresh, just the way Carmelita had intended it to be.

With the house now cleaned, Carmelita now made sure that all five boys were sufficiently packed and ready to go. Because Sly and Carmelita were having company over, they thought it best to send the five of them to her parents' house. Normally, all of the boys would be thrilled to go to their grandparents home, but Sly Jr. claimed he was getting to an age where he felt like he could be treated as an adult.

"Come on, Dad. Why can't I stay with you and Mom? I'll behave myself."

"I'll believe that when I see it," remarked Sly sarcastically.

"I promise," pleaded Junior.

"Sorry, son. Mom said you five are going over to grandma and grandpa's, so you'd better follow orders."

"Follow orders," pouted Junior. "I'm almost old enough to be in the Army!"

"Oh," said Sly. "That reminds me, when you get back, we're going to fill out your draft card."

"Dad," said Junior, shaking his head. "There hasn't been a draft in over forty years!"

"Really?" said Sly, feigning surprise. "In that case, I'll contact my congressman and try to see if we can reinstate it!"

Junior was about to continue trading wise-cracks with his Dad, when a car horn honked. Sly lined his boys up at the door.

"Okay, they're here! Nobody leaves until they give Mom and I a kiss!"

Carmelita and Sly stood by the door, receiving a hug and kiss from each one of their boys. Opening the door, the couple waved as the mini van hauling the boys pulled out of the driveway and down the street.

"Well," said Sly, putting his arms around his wife. "We've got the place all to ourselves. Carm, what's wrong?"

The raccoon had been ready to give his wife a deep kiss, when he noticed tears rolling down her cheek, the vixen wiped her face, trying to dry herself off. "I'm sorry, Sly. It's just I hate it when my boys aren't around here, even though they are a bunch of disgusting little pigs!"

Sly held his wife close to him, letting her head rest on his shoulder. "Oh, don't worry, honey. You still have one pig left in the house!"

Carmelita chuckled, always glad to have her husband cheer her up when she was depressed. Closing the door, Carmelita and Sly sat in the living room, waiting for their guests to arrive.

Over an hour passed before the Coopers finally heard the doorbell they had been waiting for. Leaping to their feat, Sly and Carmelita first made sure that they each looked presentable before going to the door.

"Ready?" asked Sly, his paw on the door handle.

"Ready!" said Carmelita.

With wide grins and a clean house behind them, Sly and Carmelita opened the door, an orange fox and blue furred vixen stood on the other side. The Coopers opened their arms wide for their guests, happily receiving them.

"Fox!" said Sly, grabbing hold of the fox.

"Krystal!" said Carmelita, embracing the blue furred vixen.

"Can I take your coats?" asked Sly.

"Sure," said Fox, handing Sly his and his wife's coat. Sly went over to the hall tree, carefully hanging the coats there. All four beasts went into the living room and sat down. Sly offered their guests drinks, with both Krystal and Fox wanting nothing more than a club soda. Sly returned with the drinks and the four happily conversed with each other. Krystal, a photo out of her purse, handed it to Carmelita.

"That's the newest picture of Marcus," said the blue furred vixen. "He's looking more and more like his Daddy everyday!"

Carmelita motioned for Sly to come over, and the couple admired the blue furred fox kit.

"He does look like his old man there, Fox!" said Sly, nudging his friend.

"Thanks!" said Fox, puffing his chest out proudly.

"Here's our latest family photo," said Carmelita, handing a picture frame to the McClouds. "Sly Jr. is almost as tall as his father, and the other four just keep growing and growing! I swear that's all they do is eat!"

"I think my Marcus can eat for five beasts at times!" said Krystal. "So, how have all of you been since we met last."

"Fine," said Sly. "Carmelita stays at home full time now with the boys."

"Though some days I'd rather be back at Interpol catching criminals!" said Carmelita.

Everyone laughed at her honesty. It had not been the easiest thing in the world for Carmelita to adapt to motherhood. For the longest time, she was convinced that she would spend her entire working life pursuing a career at Interpol, but life was funny sometimes. After all the encounters she had with Sly, her worldview began to change over time. More and more, she thought about what it would be like to stay at home, to raise children. When Sly was finally pardoned of all his wrong doings, she happily excepted his proposal of marriage.

"I know what you mean, Carmelita," added Fox. "I had the hardest time getting use to married life. Everybody in Star Fox kept pushing me and pushing me to ask Krystal out, just because she was the only vixen on the team."

"You big liar!" said Krystal, pouting. "You know it's because you were madly in love with me, but you were too much of a coward to ask me out!"

Both Sly and Carmelita had to cover their mouths to hide their amusement. Fox just brushed aside his wife's allegations. "I was madly in love with that cute tail of yours, sweetie!"

Krystal gave her husband a playful shove, and Sly and Carmelita were incapable of restraining their laughter any longer. Everyone was having a good time, just as Carmelita had hoped.

"Oh," said Carmelita. "I was sure to make your favorite, fried chicken! There's also a veggie tray, so help yourself!"

All four went into the kitchen, ready to eat, though Sly couldn't help but whisper to Fox. "One thing I learned from living with a vulpine, you better get use to loving chicken!"

The two males laughed all the way to the kitchen.

Everyone enjoyed dinner greatly, with there not being one piece of fried chicken or even a single sliced vegetable left to eat. Again, the party made it's way out to the living room, where all four decided to let their meals settle.

"Carmelita," said Krystal. "That was just wonderful."

"You're welcome, dear," said the orange furred vixen.

"So, you still pulling any heists, ringtail?" asked Fox to his raccoon friend.

"Nope," said Sly. "I promised my lovely wife I'd give it up after we got married."

"And you managed to keep out of trouble?" asked Fox.

"Just barely at times," said Sly. "I've got five young boys that cause enough trouble as it is! Let them be the ones to have to deal with Carmelita's wrath!"

The conversation carried on for another hour. Carmelita and Krystal carried on about married life, and the joys of raising children. Krystal told Carmelita that she and Fox were thinking of having another kit, which Carmelita gladly encouraged. Fox and Sly talked on and on, with Fox trying to pitch Sly a business opportunity to invest in. Though Sly and Carmelita had plenty of money from the Cooper Family fortune, Sly and Fox had been friends for years, and Fox had never steered him in the wrong direction financially. As the two couples talked on, Carmelita happened to notice the time on the grandfather clock.

"Oh," she said. "I do believe it's time for the games to begin!"

"It's already nine?" asked Sly.

"Yes," said Carmelita. "Is everyone still on for the entertainment?"

"You bet!" said Fox. "What about you, honey?"

"Oh, yes," said the blue furred vixen. "I've been looking forward to it!"

"Shall we?" asked Sly, pointing them in the direction of the bedroom.

The McClouds were now in the very large bedroom of Sly and Carmelita. Krystal couldn't help but compliment her friend on the lovely tastes in decorating she had. Carmelita thanked her.

"So," asked Fox. "How do we start this anyway?"

"I think," said Sly, pulling his shirt off. "We start by everyone getting naked."

"Sounds good to me," said Krystal, who pulled her blouse off.

In less than a minute, the bedroom floor was a heap of clothes, leaving all four beasts naked as the day they were born. All of them were in a circle, admiring the naked bodies that were around them. At this point, Krystal nudged her husband.

"Go on, Fox, ask him!" she said.

"Ask me what?" said Sly, curious as to what was going on.

Fox, his cheeks turning red, had to summon the courage to ask the question. "Sly . . . can I . . . you know . . ."

Sly just grinned. "You wanna suck my cock, don't you?"

The girls both giggled. Fox nodded his head. "Yeah, can I?"

"Well," said Sly, pointing his hard cock at the male vulpine. "It's not gonna suck itself!"

Again, Carmelita and Krystal giggled. The girls watched as Fox fell to his knees and stared at the raccoon's hard shaft. Climbing onto bed, the two vixens witnessed Fox take hold of Sly's cock, first rubbing it with his paw--a move that elicited agreeable moans from the raccoon--before opening his mouth and licking it up and down. Fox had confided to his wife that he had bisexual feelings for years, but had never acted upon them, until now. Krystal was very understanding, and encouraged him to experiment with a friend. Sly certainly wasn't objecting at the attention being paid his cock via Fox's mouth. The orange vulpine went to work, closing his eyes, he sucked away on the hard shaft, wanting to pleasure the raccoon.

As the boys were having fun, Krystal had turned her attention to the orange vixen lying beside her, running her paws all over Carmelita's chest.

"Honey, I would just kill to have a rack like this!" exclaimed the blue vixen.

Carmelita, loving the tender touch, groaned. "Really? I always thought you had a nice pair yourself."

"Oh, but not like these!" said Krystal before sinking her muzzle down and licking away at the orange vixen's tits. Carmelita moaned, loving the suckling feeling on her breasts. She put her paws on Krystal's rump, stroking her tail and rump.

"God, sweetie," said Carmelita. "I'd love to have your tight ass as well!"

Krystal stopped her suckling long enough to look up at Carmelita and giggle before going back to work. Sucking harder than before, Krystal couldn't resist taking the pad of her paw and brushing it up against the orange vixen's opening. Carmelita shivered at the touch, moaning she wanted more. Krystal gladly complied, now taking her paw and sticking it inside the vixen. Carmelita closed her eyes, letting her head fall back on the pillow as she was being worked over by her friend. Though she thought this was splendid, she cried out when Krystal moved down her breasts, licking away at her stomach, before stopping at her destination. Licking her chops, the blue furred vixen slobbered away at the orange vixen's crotch, wanting to make her cry out even harder.

Sly, watching his wife, was getting close to his own climax. Scratching Fox's ears, he took hold of the vulpine's head with both paws and started face fucking him. Fox didn't resist one iota, welcoming the initiative the raccoon was taking. Sly watched Krystal slobbering on his wife's crotch when he finally came. Pushing Fox's head forward, he blasted his load down the vulpine's throat, giving him a taste of raccoon seed. Sly looked down at Fox, who was busy wiping of his chin.

"That was great, man," said Sly.

"Thanks, I liked it too!" said Fox. "Ugh, would you be interested in trading places now?"

"It'd be my pleasure," said Sly, dropping to his knees. Unlike Fox, Sly had no reluctance about being with another male. He too had confided in his wife that he wanted to experiment with a male one day, but unlike Fox, he didn't feel any shame about admitting it. Carmelita promised him that one day he would get his chance to try it out. With the large vulpine penis in his mouth, Sly's day had finally come.

Carmelita and Krystal had now traded places as well. While still on her back, Carmelita, who had experienced perhaps her greatest orgasm, was now staring into Krystal's crotch. With her legs spread wide enough, the orange vixen went to work, licking on Krystal's clit, and wanting to make her feel just as good as she herself had just felt.

"Oh," said Krystal, feeling Carmelita's tongue hit a certain spot. "Yeah, right there, sweetie. Oh, eat that pussy! Oh!"

Carmelita was determined to give as good as she received. Lost in a euphoric daze, the orange vixen licked, sucked and drooled all over Krystal's pussy, wanting her to cry out. Carmelita wrapped her paws around Krystal's ass, squeezing the cheeks tightly as she went at it. By this time, Sly had finished sucking off Fox. The orange vulpine was so horny, he didn't last very long. He at first apologized to Sly, but the raccoon assured him there would be many more chances for them to do this again. Now, both males watched as their wives were engaged with each other. Sly thought about the times he had watched girl-on-girl porn, and how it paled in comparison to what he was seeing now. Fox also thought about how great the view was, with his blue furred wife getting eaten out by another female. Though both males had ejaculated not long before that, the show was bringing life back into their cocks, making them rock hard once more.

"Oh . . . Carm . . . oh . . . FUCK!!!"

Krystal grabbed the ears of Carmelita aa her orgasm washed over her body, making her fall back, though she was caught by her husband Fox. Sly grinned at his wife, proud of what he just saw.

"That was lovely," said the raccoon.

"Very," added Fox, still holding his barely conscious wife.

Carmelita licked her chops, wanting to still taste Krystal. "I think Krystal needs to give you some oral lessons, Sly. She knows her way around a pussy."

"Oh," said Sly, folding his arms. "I could say the same thing about Fox. He's pretty good at sucking cock, aren't you?"

Fox nodded. "You are too, Sly."

Krystal, who by now felt well enough to sit up, added a common sense perspective. "Think about it, Carmelita was better at eating pussy than Sly because she know how one works. Fox, you're better at sucking cock because you've got one and know how it works!"

"That and he must really like sucking cock," added Sly.

Fox just shrugged. It was at this time that Carmelita got an idea in her mind.

"Hey," she said. "I for one would like to trade husbands, at least once while you two are here."

Fox jumped into bed, right beside Carmelita. "Sounds good to me, what about you, Krystal?"

Krystal had wrapped her arms around Sly, giving him a soft kiss on the lips. "Fine by me. I'd like to have your bandit here fuck me, Carmelita."

With everyone in agreement, the four climbed into bed. With Krystal and Sly on the left, and Carmelita and Fox on the right, the males climbed on top of their new female partners, both of them wanting to go at the same time.

"Ready?" asked Sly.

"Ready!" said Fox.

Almost at once, both males sunk their cocks into the females. Krystal cried out at being penetrated by Sly. She had long had a thing for the raccoon, and wanted desperately to get him in bed with her. Carmelita was a different story though. She had only been with Sly her entire life, and was now getting to know what it was like being fucked by a male of her species. Fox loved every second he fucked the orange vixen, finding that he couldn't help but suck on the same set of tits his wife had indulged in earlier. Carmelita wrapped her legs around the male vulpine, wanting him to sink his cock deeper inside of her.

Sly and Krystal were fucking like wild creatures, with making the blue vixen's boobs jiggle around like a jello mold in an earthquake. Now matter how hard the raccoon fucked her, Krystal begged for him to give it to her harder. Summoning all his strength and stamina, Sly fucked away at the blue furred vixen, wanting to give her the ride of her life. Krystal actually sank her claws into the raccoon's back from the excitement. This only spurred Sly on more, with him leaning down and biting the vixen on the neck. Krystal cried out, not in pain, but pleasure. She wanted everything the raccoon was giving her and more!

Fox kept on fucking away at Carmelita, his muzzle still sucking on the vixen's juicy tits. Between the four of them, it was a good thing that Sly and Carmelita's bed was made of high-quality solid oak. The racket they made, loud enough for anyone in the house to hear.

"Yeah . . . take . . . this!"

With one final thrust, Fox shot his load inside Carmelita, who again was rewarded with another orgasm. Once the excitement died down, Fox wrapped his arms around the orange vixen, and the two took in the spectacle of Sly still fucking Krystal.

"Oh . . . fucking shit!" yelled Sly.

Krystal screamed at the top of her lungs as she felt the raccoon blast her with his tidal wave of cum, all the while enjoying her second orgasm of the evening.

Where there had been noise, howling, screaming, panting, there was only silence. All the creatures laid on the bed, basking in the afterglow of their orgasms.

"Carm," said Sly, whispering into his wife's ear.

"Yes," she said, still feeling Fox's arms wrapped around her.

"We need to entertain more often," said the raccoon.

"The entertainment is

not

over yet, ringtail," she quipped.