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The phone rang for an agonisingly long time. Finally it clicked, the other side jostling with the sound of plastic – an old fashioned landline receiver, not a mobile.

The voice that answered was gruff and stuffy, like it had just been woken from a nap.

“Huh? Who's this?"

“Oh, um, really sorry to bother you… I'm uh… looking for Owen?"

“And who's askin'? Yous with the registry?"

“What? No! No, um, er… it's… Nathan? I'm… I'm Sandra Carter's son."

The line was silent, save for the crackling of background static and the soft breathing.

“Sandra? Do I know a Nath…" It trailed off as recognition sparked. “Oh. Nathan, that's you, boy?"

“That's right sir, I um… I'm sorry to ask this outta the blue'n all, but it's kind of an emergency. I promise I won't cause no harm or nothin', you see, I'm in a jam and I just–"

“Spit it out boy! What is it, you need money?"

“No! No, sorry, I… really need somewhere to stay. Not long! Really, only… a few days. I won't put you out, I swear."

“You ain't with Sandra?"

Ouch. “Not… not right now, no."

There was a heady sigh. A deep pause.

“You got somethin' to write this down?"

“Er, my phone? I can put in the address. Thank you!"

Three hours and four buses later Nathan stood at the gates to a pokey old trailer park. It was the kind with a sagging fence and long-term tenants. The road leading in was hemmed with shrubbery and lined with potholes, no signage. It was out of the way and discrete, the kind of place you only found if you went looking for it.

“You sure you's in the right place there boy?" Nathan jumped at the sudden voice, yipping slightly. How long had he been standing there gawking?

A tiny reception building rested lazily to his right, an overweight lion leaning out through the dusty window, one half-finished cigarette dangling from his mouth. A sun-bleached sign beneath the window read Ozark Odyssey RV Park, the cream letters barely legible on the weathered pink backboard. There hadn't been many Kin back in Nathan's home town, and he felt the awkwardness mount as he stared at the lion's wide shoulders, heavy stomach, and thick luscious fur…

The big cat sized him up like a meal, an eyebrow cocking at the skinny eighteen-year-old. “We don't get many humans round these parts." He spoke easily around the cigarette, and Nathan got the sense it was a permanent fixture in the big lion's effects.

“I'm uh… pretty sure I am," Nathan replied, shrugging as he tried to picture how the lion would see him; a scrawny human, with light brown hair and freckles, dressed in worn dark jeans and a faded blue hoodie, an overstuffed backpack slung over one shoulder. A stranger. Kin and humans usually kept to themselves, but Nathan had nothing against them, besides, what was he supposed to do? There was literally nowhere else for him to go.

“Come over then," the lion waved him across, dragging his gut back inside. When Nathan didn't move, the lion sighed, rolling his eyes. “I ain't gonna eat you boy, dang it, get."

Ears heating up, Nathan quickly hurried over to the window. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean no offence sir, just been a long day is all."

“Takes more than a gawkin' smoothskin to ruffle my mane, boy," the lion said, hefting a thick ledger out from the office drawers. There was a computer on the desk to the lion's left, but judging by the dust caking the keyboard it was hardly ever touched. “Who is it you's is looking for then?"

“Oh, um, his name is Owen… er…" Nathan blanked. He shared his surname with his Mom, and she'd never actually told him what Owen's was supposed to be. All Nathan had was a phone number and some unkind words, which knowing her, were probably untrue anyway. The conversation on the phone with Owen had been short and curt, there'd been no time for pleasantries like that. He's probably dreading my arrival. Some stupid human kid from a mistake eighteen years ago?

Like he had a hundred times already on the buses, Nathan promised himself he'd be out of there in less than two weeks. That was long enough to get a job, plus a room in a hostel… at least he hoped it would be.

“Don't matter none, only one Owen round these parts anyhow," the lion said, drawling the words out. “Owen… Owen… there 'e is, Hensley." The burly Kin leaned forward again, almost pressing onto Nathan through the shaky window, the heady animal smell overwhelming. The lion pointed deep into the park. “He's got one of the old bricked-up racks down the back, go straight and you'll see a shit-box mustang on the corner. Take a right there and Owen's is number four."

“Thank you," Nathan said. “Sorry, I didn't mean to impose."

The lion chuckled, finally removing his cigarette to tap off a huge line of ash. “It's my job. Ain't imposing at all, son, come back and find me if you need anythin'."

Nathan left the office behind, slowly making his way deeper into the trailer park, his nervousness growing with every step. What if Owen took one look at him and told him to fuck off? What if he wanted rent money? What if he was even worse than Nathan's Mom had been?

Just breathe, breathe. You're here now, he told himself. To keep the intrusive thoughts at bay, he studied the park as he walked through it. His Mom's place had been a house in a suburb, and even though she'd always said Owen was 'trailer-trash', for some reason Nathan had never quite believed her.

Seemed she was at least half right.

Ozark Odyssey may have been a trailer park in the literal sense, but it wasn't as trashy as most people would have assumed. Humans and Kin cultures differed slightly, and the two species tended to keep to themselves for the most part. It reduced conflict in some ways, but the separation also led to a plethora of rumours running rampant on both sides of the divide. Growing up in an almost entirely human area, Nathan hadn't even seen a Kin until he was almost nine years old. Not to mention the stories kids used to tell at school, which varied from tall tales to outright lies – Nathan had once heard it that Kin actually hunted and ate humans, which any cohabitation advocate could tell you was an outright lie. There had been… incidents… of course, but no more than on the human side. Every society had its rougher edges, after all.

So Nathan's Mom had been right about trailer, but not so much for trash. In truth, the park was pretty nice inside. The small trailers were pleasantly decorated, and everything was well kept and maintained. Looking through the gaps of a few buildings he caught sight of a young Kin family, tiny furred toddlers playing on the swings as their parents pushed them.

Walking further into the trailer park, Nathan wondered what kind of rumours the Kin had about humans. Surely just as many? Why do we separate anyway? Their culture was certainly different to human, but it wasn't any further removed than meeting someone from another country. It was simply how it had always been, and Nathan couldn't really remember why he'd never questioned it. There was no legislation or laws dictating that Kin and humans should be apart, they just… did it naturally. Weird.

Turning at the shit-box mustang (and the descriptor was right, it had no wheels and plenty of rust), Nathan finally made his way down to the little trailer culdesac the lion had described. The trailers here were even nicer, a bit larger than those at the front of the park, with a small car-port built off to one side. They had concrete bases to make them semi-permanent, and each was painted a different bright colour. One rumour about the Kin that Nathan knew was true was their love of bright colours and patterns. Something to do with nesting habits and non-verbal communication, according to a TED talk Nathan saw once.

Sucking down the cool evening air, Nathan winced as the balcony to Owen's trailer squeaked beneath his shoes. His heart was pounding as he stopped outside the front door, the lights on inside, the sounds of TV heard faintly through the walls. What the hell was he supposed to say?

Better to just suck it up and do it, right? Closing his eyes, Nathan rapped his knuckles on the door.

His chest seized as the TV switched off, and he heard the floor creak slightly as someone heavy stood up and walked towards the front of the trailer. He wanted to be sick, he was so nervous, heart pounding in his chest. They hadn't seen one another since Nathan was a baby – his Mom had wanted Owen completely out of her life. At least we have that in common.

Finally the door opened, light spilling out onto the porch. Nathan blinked, taking in the sight.

Owen stood more than a full head taller than him, and half again as wide. He was burly, with well-defined muscles covered in brown fur and a mild beer gut hanging around his middle. A wolf, that was his Kin-type (calling them breeds was considered derogatory). His bottom was squeezed into a pair of blue jeans, and he stood shirtless in the doorway, the fur at the edges of his body dark, while the stomach and chest gave way to lighter shades. His head was huge, thick, with pointed-up ears and a long snout, nostrils flaring as he sniffed at Nathan. Something about the sight made the young man feel weird. He'd always been a little curious about the Kin, their strange physiology and their differing customs. As a teenager he'd even seen certain… videos… featuring humans and Kin, though he'd felt so guilty every time that he always swore 'never again'.

But to look at this towering, fat-yet-muscular wolf man and know this is my Dad… not much prepared you for that.

“Well. Ya smell like my boy," the big wolf said, his voice so deep it sent ripples through Nathan's stomach. He could smell the man right back – thick and doglike, but not in an off-putting way. Oddly, it was almost intoxicating, the hyper-masculine scent of it swimming through Nathan's system in one dizzying rush. In one paw he held a beer, and he sipped it gently, his eyes never leaving the slim human shivering on his doorstep. “Been a while then, I s'pose."

“Yeah… I guess it has."

Owen stepped back, waving a hand (or is it paw?) back into the trailer, beckoning Nathan inside. “Come on in then, no use in you shaking to pieces out here."

Nathan gave an awkward little smile, shrinking past the big man and hearing the door click shut behind him. It was a bit chilly inside, and in that moment he realised that he didn't actually know this man at all. He'd come to a complete stranger's house and just walked right inside. Nobody knows I'm even here. He could be any kind of person.

Every frightening rumour Nathan had ever heard about the Kin suddenly flashed through his mind at once.

“Is it too cold?" Owen asked, scratching at his chin. “Sorry, with a coat like this you don't got much use for fancy heaters."

“No, it's fine," Nathan said. “I don't mind it being a little cool."

“Yeah…" Owen nodded slowly. “This is a bit awkward, ain't it?"

“A little, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to intrude on you out of the blue like this."

“No-no," the wolf shook his head. “Ain't nothin' wrong with it now. You're my boy, grown up or not, you deserve a place here."

“Thank you, I appreciate that."

“Let me fix you some food, you look like you're on the verge of starvin' to death." Owen pushed past, leading him through a quietly decorated lounge and into the modest kitchen. “I hope you don't think I'm some kinda feral trailer trash. I could move out but… to be honest I like the company of havin' folks around. Never felt a need to get outta here. Hard to get another rental anyways, lookin' like this, yaknow."

“I bet," Nathan replied, noticing the small strands of loose fur dancing along the floor.

“Now, I might be pryin' a bit here," Owen said, pulling bread, mustard, ham, and cheese from the fridge and stacking them on the bench. “So you just go an' tell me to buzz off if I'm oversteppin'... but I'd like to know how Sandra had said this whole thing between us went down."

“Oh, she didn't talk about it too much," Nathan replied, leaning in the doorway. “She just said you was a Kin, and some other nasty things… that you took off from the shame of it." He took a seat at the little kitchen table, fidgeting in place. “I mean, I'm sure you had your reasons'n all. It don't matter now."

“Took off from the shame of it?" Owen snorted. “Well, I ain't meaning to speak ill of her, bein' the mother of my boy and all, but let me tell you that's an outright lie."

“It is?"

Nathan watched as the big wolf stacked the sandwich high, double-layering ham and cheese before slathering on mustard and lettuce. “I wasn't ready to have a kid, I ain't gonna lie. I was a rough sort back then, never knew my own Dad either. Back then I was like you…" He gestured to Nathan's arm, pale and furless. “Except I ain't had any clue I was part Kin, now did I? I wasn't a good kid, no point sugarcoating it. Fell into a pretty rough crowd, became buddies with your Ma's brother, Jeremy."

“Oh, I haven't met him before," Nathan said, graciously accepting the sandwich Owen shoved into his hands. “I think he might actually be in jail, come to think of it." His Mom had never actually said what for.

“Good riddance too, he's scum, pardon me. Your Ma and I… we fooled around, went steady for a bit… then eventually she got knocked up. I wasn't sure it were mine but the tests showed it was, so there we were. Guess I'd make the most of it, right?" He pulled another beer from the fridge, one long nail on his paw effortlessly popping it open. Owen swallowed a thick mouthful, sighing deeply. “A month after yous was born though, I snapped."

Nathan frowned. This was another of those rumours he'd heard once at school, but there was no telling if it was true or not. All he knew was there was a girl in his class that had a human mother, and a Kin father, just like Nathan did. Everyone had teased her she was going to 'go feral' one day, and be forced to live in some animal commune with the rest of the Kin.

“You snapped?"

Owen nodded slow. “I ain't makin' excuses here, alright? But I want you knowin' my side of it. For Kin, our kids are a bit of a timebomb, you see? In a mixed couple, the baby born comes out looking just like the mother, whatever she is. If she's the Kin, that's the way they are and off they go. If she's a smoothie, like Sandra, the baby comes out like y'all." He pointed to Nathan, who was halfway done already with his sandwich – he hadn't eaten all day.

“Lotta kids born human just stay that way their whole lives, no fur, no problems. But for some, they reach a certain point in their lives and snap. For me, it was right after you was born. You got real sick, and I think the stress of everythin' helped move it along some."

“And so you turned into a wolf?" Nathan asked. It felt like an insensitive question, but Owen just nodded. It made him wish he'd made friends with a Kin years ago.

“The snap is pretty hardcore," Owen explained. “You lose a sense of who y'are for a bit. Gets wild. Now, I dunno if she ever mentioned this… but your Ma, her family and she… they ain't crazy 'bout Kin. Think they'd rather do things the old way, full separation, if you catch my meaning."

Nathan nodded. His Mom had never been overt about it, but she'd never exactly been kind either. Derogatory language, sneers of disgust, all of that was commonplace in the Carter household when it came to Kin. Nathan's grandfather had even once said they were 'filthy mud-rutters, who belong out in the woods'. Growing up that way had only made Nathan's fascination with them even more taboo. As a teen he'd had so many questions, and nobody to answer them. Maybe now is the time? Owen seemed nice enough, after all.

“So she kicked you out after that?"

“Jeremy damn near killed me!" Owen said. “Slashed my tires, burnt me old place down, said if I ever came near her or you again he'd have my head."

“Oh, shit," Nathan said. “I didn't know that part."

Owen shrugged. “Truth be, I ran away. I was confused, an adult man but a young Kin. Didn't know up from down, and the last thing I needed was a fight with some human-supreme family over my kid. I'm ashamed to say it, boy, she did kick me out, but I ran. Could've done more, especially as you got older and Jeremy went away… but I didn't. I hope… you don't hate me for that."

“I mean…" Nathan shrugged. “You're helping me out now, right? And I coulda tried to find you too."

“Nah, boy. You was just a kid."

He blushed. It was weird. He'd always wanted a dad, but his mom had always said she was enough, and constantly reinforced that he should be lucky enough to have one parent let alone two. She'd said Owen was a deadbeat, a filthy animal, a liar, a scoundrel. Nathan had come expecting someone… difficult. But truth be told his Dad seemed downright nice.

“You right there, Nathan?" The wolf asked, leaning in and sniffing slightly. Nathan blinked quickly, trying to dash his tears away.

“Um, to be honest I'm… really tired. This all happened pretty fast." He'd been on his feet all day, walking for hours even with the buses. “Again, I'm really sorry to just drop on you out of nowhere. I'll try to get out of your hair… or I mean… your fur… er… sorry… I'll try to get out of here quick enough."

“Naw," Owen waved a paw. “Just me here, isn't it? I ain't got nothin' precious, long as you can stand getting fur everywhere and the weird looks from others, I don't mind none."

“I…" Nathan was breathing heavily, trying not to collapse into tears. The reality of everything that happened was slowly closing in. The shock of everything that went down with his Mom, the relief at his not only welcoming him but actually being kind. “I'm sorry."

Owen looked awkward, shuffling about in place. “Um, well why don't I show ya where you can sleep, huh?"

Nathan wiped at his eyes, nodding quickly.

He followed the wolf to the back of the trailer, as Owen nonchalantly pointed out the bathroom, his own bedroom, and finally stopping at a small office.

“He rubbed the back of his furry head, almost bashfully. “I usually build little models in here, y'see." Nathan did. There was a long desk shoved to the far side of the room, tiny paints and tools neatly lining the top, a small collection of what looked like Japanese robots posed on the shelves above it.

“You build… Gundams?" He asked, blinking. He knew a little about the hobby, but it definitely wasn't the kind of thing he'd expected some southern-born Kin in the sticks to keep himself busy with.

“Well…" Owen shifted in place, uncomfortable. “Some might say it's a bit weird but… I dunno, it's nice to build 'em, isn't it?"

“No, no, nothin' wrong with it," Nathan said. “Just… unexpected, is all."

“Kin have better eyes for detail than you humans, makes it a bit easier. Clumsier paws though."

Nathan laughed, dropping his backpack on a murphy bed Owen had folded out, some loose blankets piled on top.

“Now it ain't the Hilton, 'course, but it's warm and the doors lock." Owen tapped the office door, and Nathan saw a shiny gold latch installed above the door handle, the wood around the screws faintly stressed.

Did he install that… today? Just for me?

“Um…" The wolf bounced on his heels, tail wagging behind him slightly. That light brushing sound of fur touching drywall, that would be weird to get used to. “I don't rightly know what else there is, so… guess I might leave ya to it?"

“Yeah, thanks… I…" Nathan swallowed. He felt so overwhelmed, and so painfully awkward. “I really appreciate your help."

“Nah, think nothin' of it. Sleep tight," Owen said, giving him a wink as he left, clicking the door shut behind himself.

Nathan fell onto the bed. Barely mid-evening but the tiredness swarmed him all the same, the muscles in his face stinging, the weight in his chest finally dropping as he laid back, still fully clothed. It felt unreal. In fact, considering the situation, Owen had asked barely… anything at all.

Accepted in, no questions asked. He'd always wondered what having a Dad was like. Maybe this was it.

A strange place to sleep. Some Kin trailer park, the bed of an older man he'd never met in his entire life… shit, he realised his Mom probably didn't even know where he was. Maybe she could guess. Nathan doubted she would care.

There was fur in the bed, though. He could smell it too, the permanent scent of Kin. There were companies out there that sold shampoos and perfumes that supposedly masked it, but word was that most of the Kin hated the idea. They used their olfactory senses to help communicate, and masking that with some strong chemical gave them a headache.

I need to sleep. After a whole day of drama, combined with the travel, he almost felt too exhausted to actually stop. Instead he sat up, slowly pulling his shirt off, rolling his neck. Next he undid his jeans, kicking them off and sliding down his undies. His penis was soft, uncut and a little on the small side, hanging limply in his light pubes. Was it rude to sleep naked in a stranger's bed?

Nathan decided he didn't care right then, he was just tired.

His head hit the pillow and he stared blankly forward at his sad little backpack dumped in the corner. A laptop, some chargers, and maybe three days' worth of clothes. That was all he had. Part of him wanted to break down and cry. Part of him knew it wasn't worth it. You can always get more stuff.

Really he was too exhausted to even think.

When Nathan woke the next morning, the bedroom door was hanging open, the sounds of movement echoing down the hall from the trailer's little kitchenette.

It took a minute for his memory to catch up with him, the previous day's slog washing over him like a great wave of grogginess. The chaos and confusion of dealing with his Mom, the anxiety at meeting his father for the first time, not to mention the odd effortlessness of it all. Hardly felt real.

Tugging off the blankets, Nathan quickly dressed in the same clothes he'd worn the day before, tugging on his socks as he pushed up to his feet and made his way towards the kitchen.

“Mornin' boy," Owen said, giving him a nod. Nathan smiled awkwardly, slipping into a seat at the small table. The big wolf placed a mug of black coffee right before the young human, the rich aroma already clearing the fog from his mind. “Drink up, looks like you need this."

“Thanks." Nathan sipped the coffee, watching as the Kin turned back to the dishes he was busy washing in the sink, his tail out behind him, wagging unconsciously.

“I realised last night…" Owen began, hesitating briefly. “That we don't rightly know much about one another, huh?"

“I guess not," Nathan said. The silence was palpable, broken only by the faint sloshing of soapy dishwater as Owen scrubbed. It only made sense that the big wolf would have questions, Nathan was just glad he'd been given a night to try and make sense of it himself.

“I'm sorry, boy, I feel downright rotten," the wolf said, pausing in his task. It wasn't lost on Nathan that the Kin's tail fell limp between his legs. “I never meant to completely up and abandon you like that, it's just I… I just didn't know quite what else to do. When I first snapped, I lost everything. Took damn near two years before I had my head on straight again. By that time I didn't know where she'd taken you, but hell, I could'a looked, huh?"

Nathan didn't know what to say. As a young teenager, he'd always been furious that his Dad had up and left them, fantasising about what it would be like if he came back and set things 'right'. Of course, his Mom never had a kind way to put it to him – this was the first he'd heard of the Kin 'snapping' at all. Just like all those other rumours, he'd half-known it was possible… but as to what actually caused it, or what it was like, who could say?

We really need more human-Kin integration in this country, he thought. It was illegal to discriminate based on species, but of course that didn't stop anyone much at all.

“We can start getting to know each other now, right?" Nathan said. He blushed as Owen's tail immediately began wagging again, his fluffy ears twitching upright.

“Aw, sorry 'bout that, damn thing has a mind of its own."

“It's totally fine," Nathan said, staring at it hypnotically. “I always loved dogs." He froze. It was like ice shot through his veins, his body detaching from the floor.

DOGS?!?! He screamed at himself internally, vision blurring into a thousand-yard stare. Kin culture had a long history of being considered… well… animals. Even now lots of people compared them to pets, saying they were 'feral', or 'wild'. It was a major faux-pas to ever compare a Kin to an animal like that.

“I… I… I…" Nathan stammered over and over, mouth flapping like a goldfish. Stupid human, stupid fucking moron he's gonna kick you out now.

Owen laughed, throwing his head back. “You like dogs, huh?" He guffawed again, pulling the wash gloves from his big paws and dropping them by the sink. “Well maybe you won't mind roughing it in our furry slice out here as much's I might'a thought! Though you should probably watch who you say that to."

“I'm so sorry!" Nathan blurted, covering his burning hot face. “Really, I didn't mean to say that!"

Owen clapped him on the shoulder. “It's alright, boy, it's alright, my hide's thicker'n that, and I been called plenty worse over the years." He chuckled softly. “I like dogs… I see you run your mouth the same as your ol' man, I know there ain't any harm in it, just our tongues waggin' before our brain does, ain't that right?"

Slowly, Nathan unclenched his body, staring up at the tall Kin. The brown fur shone brilliantly, bright green eyes staring down warmly. If he'd said something that rude in front of his Mom she would've had at him with a belt. A part of him still half-expected the wolf to deliver a smack.

“Um." He licked his lips. Owen's firm paw still pressed down on his shoulder, a tingling sensation spreading across him. The wolf was so warm, and he smelled so good. “Yeah, that's right. I really didn't mean any offence."

“None taken!" Owen beamed, returning to the kitchen bench as he retrieved the bread from a cupboard, dropping two slices into the toaster. “Now, you was sayin'?"

“Erm…" Nathan searched his mind, trying to pick up the dropped thread. “I was gonna ask what you do for work."

The Kin snapped his fingers. “Right, right, 'course. I realise this abode is maybe a bit more humble than you might'a expected, but I ain't no dead-beat, I assure you. I work all over the state as an electrician, mostly industrial work for larger companies, almost all of 'em Kin owned and staffed."

“The different species really keep to themselves, don't they? Doesn't seem right."

“Down in these parts'a the world they do. Can't hardly blame 'em, after all, look at you…" He gestured a big paw at Nathan's skinny frame. “No harm intended now, but you gotta remember Kin are taller, stronger, not to mention half of us are built to be predators, right?" He lifted a lip, prodding at one of his large incisors. “Folk aren't exactly wrong to be scared, even if it ain't the kindest way of thinkin'."

“Yeah, I suppose I never thought of it that way."

“So… your Mom, is she doin' alright?" Owen turned back as the toast popped, pulling it out and dropping it onto a chopping board. “I got jam and marmalade."

“Marmalade, please." Nathan leaned back. “Uhm, Mom isn't too bad I guess."

“Sandra and I had our rough patches, but there was always good in there too, I reckoned. Now, I don't mean to pry but… where's she stayin' at the moment?"

Nathan frowned. “In… her house?"

Owen paused, glancing back. His eyebrows worked furiously as he tried to come up with reasons for why the skinny human was sitting in his kitchen. “I realise… I ain't ever asked you why you needed a place to stay so bad, now did I?"

Nathan said nothing, swallowing the dryness in his mouth.

“Guess I figured a house burnt down or somethin'... that ain't the case, is it?"

Nathan shook his head. He began squeaking out an answer, each word smaller than the last. “She, um… kinda… you see, kicked me out… when she… realised… I… was…" The last word came as barely a whisper. He'd said it aloud less than ten times. “...gay."

Owen stared back, his ears pinched tight, tail hanging limp. The half-empty jar of marmalade quivered in his paw.

“She…" He blew a thick gust of air through his snout, hackles rising on his neck. “WHAT?!"

The jar of marmalade exploded in his grip, glass cracking as orange jelly splattered out in every direction, shards falling to the floor.

“Sonuvabitch!" Owen cried, shaking his paw out, droplets of blood spattering all over the table. Nathan rushed to his feet, running to the Kin's side and taking him by the wrist.

“Holy shit, be careful man!" He picked two large shards of glass out of the wolf's palm, shoving it into the sink and running the water over the wound.

“It's fine, fine, doesn't hurt none," Owen snapped. There was a low growl in his voice, and it made something inside Nathan turn over giddily. The wolf allowed the human to wash out his wound, and Nathan felt guilty at how much he enjoyed the moment, feeling the big man's presence by his side. “That's enough now, c'mon, I ain't no baby." Owen stepped back, patting himself dry with some paper towel before wrapping a bit of bandage around his paw.

“I can clean this up," Nathan said, taking the paper towel and beginning to wipe the spilled marmalade. “Are you hurt?"

“Nah, nah, like I said, we're tougher'n that!" Owen laughed again, but Nathan could sense the anger hiding behind his words. “I… always knew Sandra was… difficult but… I ain't ever thought she'd be low enough to kick her own kid onto the street, whatever the reason. Who gives a damn if you like boys, it ain't right."

“Yeah." Nathan didn't know what else to say. Heat flushed his cheeks, his stomach doing little twists and turns inside him. No one had actually said anything like that to him.

“I'm sorry I left you there. Guess it was easier to tell myself you had a good life with her. Damn, I should'a known."

“It's alright."

Nathan flinched as a gentle paw reached down, lifting his chin up. He was on his knees in front of Owen, the smell of the big wolf overpowering his senses. He swallowed, the light blocked out by the Kin's head. Why does this make me feel so weird?

“Things ain't been easy for you, have they?"

“Um. I guess not, not always."

Owen nodded wanly. “I'm gonna go out for a bit and make a call, drop by the office and let 'em know I'll be taking a few days. You gonna be right here on your own for a bit, boy?"

“I ain't got nowhere to be, I'll be right here."

“Good. I'm glad." Owen smiled, rubbing at his bandaged paw. “I'll be back soon." And with that he was suddenly gone, the sound of his car vanishing into the distance.

Nathan quietly finished the clean-up. Owen was… nice. He couldn't believe it, especially after all those years of his Mom saying what a terrible Dad he'd been. Maybe Owen hadn't made the best choices in the past, but he was letting Nathan stay on incredibly short notice, while asking nothing in return.

He's a good guy. Nathan felt safe, for the first time in a few years. How sad, to get that feeling from someone who is basically a stranger, and not from my own Mom.

Clean-up finished, Nathan threw away the paper towel and washed his hands, deciding to poke around the trailer a little bit while Owen was out. He told himself it was all part of 'settling in', but the truth was he was curious as to what a Kin household was really like to live in.

The tufts of shedded fur were a given, and he'd have to find a way to get it off his clothes if he was planning on staying a while. Other than that, the first appearances were no different to any human house. Contrary to what some particularly radical conservatives might say, there was no litter box or squeaky toys to be found.

Nathan actually found himself slightly disappointed by how ordinary the loungeroom was. A Playstation with Kin-specific controllers, a small stack of popular video games, some blu-ray movies, and a wide couch with a middle cushion that was well worn-in. There was a bookshelf lined with old sci-fi books, a layer of dust covering it all. Nathan also found a record player and some old 90s metal vinyls stacked neatly beside it.

The dining room chairs were the first oddity. They were built with seats much wider than in any human household Nathan had been in, and none had solid backs. Always have to think about the tail, I guess. For some reason the thought made him pleased. He couldn't deny it, maybe he was just desperate, but he loved the way the place felt, and moreso, how it smelled. It was thick with Owen's scent, the cloying doggish aroma pervading every room. It would be hard for most humans to take, but Nathan drank it in, opening up his long-taboo fixation with the Kin. Maybe he was just associating it with Owen. With his Dad.

Damn, that felt weird to think. He tried to imagine actually hugging the big Kin. Calling him Dad like it was a name. What would life have been like if he'd never left? Probably better, but who knows. Like Nathan said before, he was here now, and there was no point in endless what-ifs. They could make up for lost time, and Owen didn't seem to care a lick that his boy was a smoothskin, and Nathan had already decided he didn't give none that his father was a wolf. It was sort of exciting – made his spine tickle down to the base.

Moving on, it made Nathan squirm to find that the bathroom was very different. There was no bath, but instead a big shower with two heads and a wide drain, probably to allow the fur easier passage. Instead of towels Owen had installed a big wall of blow-dryers. Nathan had never given much thought to how Kin washed, but he supposed it made sense. All that water would just get soaked right up in their coat, but they were still clean, after all. Toothbrushes were larger but otherwise normal, there were a couple of medications, and finally some condom packets, which made him blush deeply, crotch tensing as he nervously slammed the drawer shut.

Look around, but maybe try not to invade his privacy, right? Nathan could keep telling himself that, but there was a weird excitement about going through Owen's things. The wolf probably wouldn't be pleased if he knew, but really it was harmless.

The weirdest thing Nathan found, by far, was the toilet. The seat was installed lower than for humans, and it seemed to be built so that you sat down on it facing towards the wall, probably to give more clearance for a tail. There was also a narrow slot that ran from the bowl and up into the middle. It looked like a urinal merged with a traditional seat, but Nathan couldn't work out what the need for it actually was, after all, as he began peeing into the bowl he could stand easy enough and…

Ohhhhhh. The sheaths.

He blushed, and much to his own shame his stream of piss dribbled out as his penis stiffened slightly in his grip. Canine-type Kin didn't have genitals that just hung down like humans did. Instead their penis was tucked inside a fur-covered sheath on their groin, usually aiming upwards. Ears hot with embarrassment, but unable to help himself, Nathan shuffled forward, his pants still dropped. He pushed his crotch up to the narrow slot, trying to imagine what it was like to use for a Kin. Forcing himself to relax and think unsexy thoughts, his erection finally softened, and the last currents of piss flowed through him, spraying up and hitting the inner toilet wall. It was weird, but made sense.

Unbidden, he imagined Owen standing there, relieving himself in the morning with a sigh. What did he look like naked?

That's your Dad, you freak. Nathan quickly banished the thought, shaking himself free and stuffing his dick back inside his jeans, leaving the bathroom behind.

He was still half-hard, but that would go away soon enough.

Putting the bathroom from his mind, Nathan stepped back into the hallway. House explored then, no dark secrets. Might as well set up the laptop on his bed, watch some Netflix for a while.

His eyes darted aside, to the half-closed doorway leading into Owen's bedroom. You can't go into someone else's bedroom when they're gone. Nathan sucked his teeth, his dick half-hard in his jeans, and oddly that spurred him on. There was something about the Kin that fascinated him, and his body responded. It's your own Dad, you can look, but don't be weird about it. He got kicked out of home the previous day, and he was already feeling horny, typical.

But surely a quick look couldn't hurt, right? He didn't even know what the whole trailer looked like. If Owen had really wanted him out, he could have closed his door entirely. Instead it was left like that, practically inviting Nathan inside.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, the human crept forward, unsure why he was moving so slowly when he was totally alone. Listening for the sound of a returning car, he reached out to the door as if it might burn him, gently nudging it open.

He was almost disappointed to once again find the bedroom was pretty much normal. Really? Why do we even pretend the Kin are any different to us?

The decor was pretty spartan; a low-rise double bed in the middle of the room, and a lamp shoved into the corner of a bedside cabinet. One door to the side seemed to lead off into an ensuite bathroom, while a large glass double-door opened out into the small backyard area allocated for Owen's trailer.

It was messy, but not filthy by any stretch. The bed was unmade, blankets scrunched up near the bottom, but that was hardly a crime. It did smell even more strongly of Owen than any other part of the trailer, and Nathan couldn't help breathing it deep. Brown fur piled in tiny clumps along the bed, the laundry basket by the wall slightly overfilled with dirty clothes. Nathan frowned at the red shirt sticking out under the basket lid.

Do Kin sweat? He knew dogs didn't, except from their paw pads. But Kin weren't dogs, they were hybrids. So maybe they do?

He couldn't help but walk over to the laundry basket, neck tensing as the feelings of guilt crept up on him. It felt so wrong, going through someone's things like this. But everyone has dirty shirts, that isn't so bad… I just wanna know more about how Kin work, he is my father after all. If that was true, why did he still have a hard on? Hormones. Just hormones, same as always.

Face hot from the shame, Nathan reached down, lifting the lid on the basket and retrieving the shirt. No stains under the arms, but interestingly enough there was some moisture clinging to the back. Huh.

Glancing behind himself, but still hearing no sign of Owen returning, Nathan lifted up the shirt to his nose and inhaled deeply.

It was thick, heady, unfiltered musk. It made his dick stiffen up further, the smell of his Dad filling his nose. It was just like the general scent around the trailer, only slightly more sour, and much more pointed. Nathan shuddered slightly as he exhaled, feeling like a freak but unable to stop himself sniffing once more. His hand reached down to the bulge at the front of his jeans, absently rubbing at his crotch. His ears burned and he shifted in place, suddenly feeling like he was being watched.

This was his Dad's shirt, and he was just sniffing it? That old shame he'd felt watching the Kin-human videos as a curious teenager came sneaking back, but the growing tension in his jeans was too much to resist.

He inhaled another thick whiff when his eyes caught something else glimmering inside the laundry basket. Nathan blinked, dropping the shirt as he stared down, mouth running dry, fingers twitching in anticipation.

Underwear.

His Dad's jocks, sweaty, used, just sitting there. This was definitely an invasion, and there was absolutely something wrong with the fact he was getting off on this. But Nathan couldn't help it, he was too far in, and continuing to shake he reached down into the basket, pinching the waistband and lifting the undies up.

He tugged them open, almost screaming as he saw the inside. A line of sweat lined the bottom, tiny dried patches dotting the front sling. What is that? He wondered, lifting them closer, sniffing again. He almost wished he had Kin senses, then maybe he could tell what it…

Crunch. The undies fabric was stiff to the touch. Nathan blinked slowly, head spinning.

That's… that's… He sucked in a shaking breath. Semen. Dried cum, in his wolf-father's underwear, now in his hands. This should be disgusting, it should feel wrong and he should feel embarrassed… or at least, embarrassed in a bad way. Instead, his dick was rock hard in his jeans, and knowing he was filthy, knowing he was a degenerate, Nathan pushed the undies up to his face and buried his nose in them, tongue darting out and licking at the sweat stain. The sour tang of crotch sweat filled his nose and mouth, the dry stickiness rough on his tongue.

“Mmmmr," he groaned, turning in place and bending over the bed. He had to get off. He was too hard now, the undies were in his face, it was all too much. “Ah," he gasped, fumbling in his haste to undo his jeans.

He dropped the undies forward on the bed, pushing his jeans down, reaching forwards when… he froze.

“What the fuck?" He whispered, staring at his hand in disbelief.

There was fur. Fur. A line of brown fur, the same shade as his Dad's, poking up from the point where his two middle fingers met in his hand. It ran across his skin, shiny and fluffy, reaching almost to his wrist.

“What the fuck?" His heart was racing, panic seizing in his chest. His muscles were aching, first in his hand, then all the way up his arms, joints throbbing. His jaw clicked, he tried to roll it, something doing somersaults inside his chest.

“I… ah… shit…" His fingers felt numb now. Both hands had fur on them, and he watched with growing horror as yet more continued to spring up, pushing through, tingling nerves ricocheting along the lengths of his fingers. There was something happening at his ass too, tension spreading up through his cheeks, electricity running down his spine. Nathan arched his back, crying out, reaching down and shoving his jeans away. He twisted in place, trying to face the mirror, eyes wide as a tail slid down from his rear.

“What is this? What the hell is happening?" His tongue was too big for his mouth, hell, his teeth were too big for his mouth. Throughout it all, his dick was still rock hard.

He shoved his jeans to his ankles, feeling sinews along his chest tighten as his form reshaped, nose stinging as parts warped and moved. It hurt, but it also felt… good, like a huge stretch to stiff muscles. He was spinning, dazed and confused, totally lost in the momentum. His hand was a paw now, the palm black and leathery, the back covered in soft brown fur. He reached up to his ears, felt how long they were, shivered.

You're snapping, you're snapping, but why? Why now?

His feet shifted next, parts moving around, pins and needles shooting through in a strangely queasy numbness.

“God… ah…" His cock was so hard, stiffer than it had ever been in his entire life, aching from his crotch. He put a hand (paw?) to his balls, whimpering slightly as he felt them drop lower, swelling inside his enlarged fingers, almost doubling in size. Something was wet down there, dripping. Nathan looked down at himself, found his balls were covered in light brown fur, his cock still human, foreskin pulled back taut. Precum dribbled continuously from the tip, more than he'd ever seen before in his life, shooting in tiny little spurts, like a dozen miniature orgasms all happening at once. It felt good, so good he was whimpering, but it also looked like he'd wet himself. So much of the clear liquid kept pumping, the new Kin hormones flooding his system, producing far too much pre for him to handle. It bubbled from his tip, running down every side and onto his thighs, dripping onto the carpet. The shuddering waves of pleasure racked him, forcing him to his knees, seizing in place.

He looked in the mirror again, and didn't recognise himself. He saw a lean half-wolf, his body a patchwork job of fur and skin, with massive oversized balls and a meagre human penis clutched in his big paws, precum continuing to fall. He moaned deeply, doubling over again, feeling his own cock's anatomy change under his grip. The head swelled, the girth plumped up. It grew more angular, the colour of his skin changing as sensitive rivulets grew around his width. It was like going from flaccid to erect again, a natural transition. There was a tightness at the base, fur clinging to a small mound, a round knot stuck inside a sheath.

Nathan had never felt hornier in his entire life. This was the peak of puberty a thousand times over, and he could barely string together a coherent thought. He felt like an animal – feral, desperate to rut. He pawed at his newly swollen cock, precum slipping and squelching through his fingers, pleasure echoing through him. His ass squeezed tight, tail wagging, tiny little whimpers escaping his lips.

There was so much more to smell now. He reached out and tipped over the laundry basket, shoving his new snout into the clothes and sniffing deeply, elated by the sensations. The sour sweat of his Dad's musk.

It was as if his limbs didn't know to move properly, he fumbled, tripped, cowering on all fours. He could only leave his cock alone for a few moments before the hormones would drag him back to rubbing it, kicking and screaming. His hips thrusted uselessly into his paw, his body possessed, desperate to breed.

What is happening to me? He could hardly think straight.

“Nathan?" The name cut through the air like a knife. Nathan paused, bent over on his knees, almost totally naked, his new throbbing cock clenched in one paw. Looking up, he saw Owen standing in the doorway, eyes scouring the room as he pieced together what happened.

“Oh, boy… this ain't good."

“Ah… I'm sorry…" Nathan whimpered, struggling to get his words out properly. He kept twitching as more and more precum shot from the tip of his cock, soaking his fur, leaving everything slick. “H-help."

“C'mere boy, lemme a look at you," Owen said, brushing forward. If his son's nakedness bothered him, he didn't let it show, tactfully keeping his eyes off the large erection. Nathan twisted slightly as more fur grew across his back, his neck widening, muscles swelling. The older wolf reached down and took him by the shoulders, helping him clamber unsteadily to his feet. “I wanted to speak about this as a possibility but… I figured we'd have a bit more time." Owen frowned, staring down at the now-wet undies on the floor. “Was you… going through my clothes, boy?"

Nathan was too confused to lie, he only nodded, tail hanging between his legs. It was a weird feeling, he was aware of what the new extension was doing, but as for manipulating it like he would a hand, there was no chance. A mind of its own.

“This is normal, you listen to me, it's a normal part of it," Owen explained, blowing air from his cheeks as he glanced down at Nathan's new cock. Nathan himself had barely looked, and he followed his Dad's expression.

Red and glistening, it was nearly half again as long as it had been before. There was no foreskin anymore, but instead a swollen head, tiny droplets of pre sliding down the riveted glans. The shaft narrowed slightly near the base, disappearing into a tight mound of brown fur.

“Does this hurt, boy?" Owen reached down, and before Nathan could protest, he was squeezing the sheath. Nathan instantly flinched, sensitivity shooting through him. “I see, I see… that's your knot… um… Kin physiology is… a bit different and… things can get stuck."

“D-Dad…" Nathan moaned, unable to help himself, thrusting into his father's paw. His body was on fire, screaming for him to breed, his cock so achingly hard, every little touch sending spirals of relief rushing through his hips.

“Shush, shush now," Owen said. He pushed himself in closer, paw closing around his son's cock. Nathan gasped as he felt himself stroked gently, pleasure racing through his taint and down his tail.

“I… ah… f-fuck… Dad…" He moaned, burying his nose into his Dad's shoulder and inhaling deeply.

Owen prodded at the sheath gingerly, clucking his tongue. “Now that's nice and tight, we're gonna need to get you to relax now…"

“Relax?" Nathan asked, looking up just in time for Owen to shove him back down onto the bed. He fell back, paws raised in front of his own face. It was hard to think of them as his. Was he like this forever now? Would he forever be horny?

“W-what are you gonna do?" The transformation didn't have him so far gone that Nathan felt no shame. Embarrassment intermixed with excitement exploded within him, his tummy squirming as he watched Owen tug off his flannel shirt, revealing his muscular-yet-fatty body. “W-we… we can't do this…"

“You can smell me boy," Owen breathed, putting a knee on the bed and leaning over Nathan. Even with the son growing from his Kin-snap, the older wolf still dwarfed him. “In fact I think you like smelling me." Nathan's mind raced, and he couldn't help wondering if his Dad's penis was as large as his own.

The Kin was right. He could smell him, far stronger than before. There was normal sweat, and there was a deep crotch tang, and there was something else too… arousal, the aromatic equivalent of a hard on.

He wants me too? He wants his own son like… that?

Nathan quivered as Owen reached down, gently stroking the side of his face. “Things are different when you snap, boy. You're lookin' mighty good, and I'm betting every instinct you have wants me on you like ducks on bread, am I right?"

Nathan only nodded meekly. “Y-yes sir."

“Sir? Now that sounds good, don't it?" Owen grinned, once again pinching Nathan's tight knot, still stuck inside his sheath. The boy mewled, arching his back. He needed it, craved it, the fact it was his own Dad hovering over him only made things that much more arousing. It was so wrong but it was also so good. “Gotta get you to relax, 'fore you hurt yourself."

“Huh?"

Nathan watched as the wolf lowered himself. His wet nose brushed against the boy's chest, and stomach, sniffing where he could, drinking in the scents. Nathan's hips bucked as he felt hot breath waft over his crotch, grunting into his clenched teeth, he couldn't help it, he wished his Dad would lick up his cock. What is going on? Everything was progressing so fast. Instead of licking, the older Kin kept going down. He buried his nose into the little gutters of Nathan's groin, sniffing at his balls, lapping gently at his taint. Further down, further still, rough powerful paws squeezing around Nathan's thighs, guiding him open, spreading his ass cheeks.

“D-Dad?" He asked, he hadn't even noticed that he'd started calling Owen that.

“Hush boy, let Daddy do the work." Nathan's entire body felt sensitive, tingling currents racing all over him. He let out a yip as he felt something wide, wet, and warm press in between his ass cheeks. His Dad's tongue, licking at his asshole.

“Oh… oh…" Nathan tried to contain himself as the thick tongue pushed him open, licking the walls, stretching him around. It felt good, and it felt even better knowing his Dad was the one doing it. The room was heavy with the scent of sex and breeding, and a new Kin-like instinct that told them they had to. Nathan wasn't fighting the urge, he'd always been interested in taboo porn stories – incest, Kin, things like that. Never had he imagined that he might get to live one of his fantasies out.

Owen kept eating out his ass, more furiously now, tongue working hard, stretching deeper than any human would be capable of going. It twisted and convulsed inside him, a relieving sensation that caused the muscles in his thighs to unwind.

“Ungh…" He'd never felt so open before, so stripped back and vulnerable. His Dad held him firmly, strong paws guiding him, comforting in the erotic terror of that moment.

“Oh… oh… Dad!" Nathan cried, arching his back as Owen continued to lick at him sloppily. His precum overdrive had slowed slightly, but there was still plenty of fluid dripping down his balls and flowing to his ass, so his Dad must be getting a strong taste of his son's fluids.

Nathan closed his eyes, and then as soon as it began, the tongue was gone.

“Hey!" He looked up, and saw Owen's wolfish expression peering at him over his own cock. With a start, the boy realised his Dad's paw had crept up and freed his knot with a satisfying pop. Nathan stared. His penis was huge now, the top half already longer than it had been when he was human. The sheath fur bunched up by the base, a shiny red swollen ball of cock trembling above it.

Slowly, incredibly delicately, Owen reached out and laid his fingers on the knot. It was almost like Nathan had already cum, the pleasure that shot through him was overwhelming, and his head spun as he cried out in ecstatic pain.

“Calm down now boy," Owen said, his voice firm as he climbed further up the bed. He exhaled once again over Nathan's cock, the hot air blowing down across the sensitive surface as he rose up. Nathan's legs were splayed out wide, and he watched, mesmerised, as Owen undid the belt on his jeans. He tugged them down, kicking them away. The fabric in his white briefs was stained with his own pre, clear liquid running down the outside, the material stretched further than Nathan thought possible. “I want you boy, y'understand that?"

Nathan's head nodded so fast the world blurred. “Y-yes sir."

The wolf hesitated, briefly torn between his urges and what his brain was probably telling him was 'right'. Nathan's chest seized, as for a brief moment it looked as if he was going to leave, but then Owen's eyes returned to Nathan's shaking cock, and he grinned.

“Come here then…" Owen reached to his own underwear, pulling the briefs down to reveal a throbbing pink cock so large it made Nathan's new Kin-member look average. The knot was still deflated beneath a sheath, and the thought that it could get even bigger made Nathan squirm beneath his Dad. He was fully committed now, he wanted his Dad to breed him, to use him however he pleased.

The older Kin shuffled forward, knees straddling either side of Nathan's chest. A paw reached down, once again lifting his son's chin. “Open your mouth, boy."

Nathan did, revealing a long line of new teeth, a flat tongue running down the middle.

Owen was gentle, he knew his son was nervous, and Nathan appreciated the slow speed at which he began. His cock drifted forward, the tip touching Nathan's lip as Owen let out a deep groan. Warm flesh continued sliding in deeper, Owen's grip tightening around Nathan's ear.

“There we go boy, mmf… good boy, yeah, take that," the big Kin breathed, guiding his son's head on his cock. Nathan grunted around it, trying not to catch his teeth on his Dad. He wasn't sure exactly what to do, was his tongue supposed to move? Should he literally suck him off? Instead he decided to remain mostly still, and let Owen guide him. Dad'll show me.

The pace increased slowly, and Nathan felt the back of his head knock slightly against the headboard of the bed. “You like that, don't you? You're a good boy, good for Daddy," Owen kept whispering the sweet nothings, a slight growl bleeding through his words.

I am, I am, Nathan could hardly think, but that came clear. I'm a good boy for Dad.

Gradually, Owen's paw began to move Nathan's head less. Instead, he started to rely on his hips. The bigger Kin growled, pinning his son back against the headboard, and beginning to thrust faster and faster into his mouth. Nathan breathed through his nose, feeling used and loving it, his cock spasming behind Owen's rear as his Dad fucked his maw.

“Mmf, you really like that a lot, huh Nathan? You little slut, fuck, that's good, yeah, don't move, ugh." Owen thrust harder and harder, rough now, his instinct for gentleness giving way to an animalistic breeding drive. “Take that boy, take Daddy's cock like a good bitch."

The tip was sliding deeper each thrust, pushing past Nathan's tongue and into the back of his throat. He felt the knot beginning to swell at the base, pushing aside the sheath.

“Ugh, unf, ah-ah, fuck, yes," Owen said, fucking his boy's face again and again, losing himself in the throes, ramming his cock down his son's throat. “You came in here, didn't you? You were sniffing at my undies, my old cum, you wanted me bad, you wanted Daddy to fuck you, huh?"

“Mmfyes… sir…" Nathan tried to moan, around the thick dick.

“That's good, fuck, that's so good boy," Owen huffed and puffed. Nathan's jaw was beginning to ache, Owen's grip in his head-fur tightening out as his face was fucked harder. “I want you sniffing my undies, I want you sucking my cock down and begging me for my knot, unf, yes, good boy."

Then, just like with his ass, Owen suddenly pulled back, panting heavily, kneeling over his son's chest. He caught his breath, heaving in great gasps as he stared down at the boy. Even fully transformed into his Kin form, Nathan was lithe and slender compared to his Dad.

He stared back up at the wolf, mouth sore, tongue licking his lips as he swallowed the last bits of his father's precum. It tasted sweet.

The older wolf whistled air through his lips, staring down at the boy beneath him. “You're still feelin' desperate, huh?"

Nathan nodded eagerly, his head spun, the smells and hormones coursing through him were far stronger than any mid-puberty urge he'd succumbed to in his entire life. He was so lost in the throbbing of his cock and balls that he'd probably have agreed to almost anything.

Owen licked his lips wickedly. “Me too."

Before Nathan could say anything more, Owen scooted further down the bed. He moved authoritatively, seizing Nathan's ankle and pulling his leg up and to the side. This was Kin sexual dynamics, somehow Nathan just knew his Dad wanted to breed him, he could see it in the twitches of his tail and ears. Owen wanted to make Nathan belong to him. It was a confusing series of emotions, but nothing was going to make Nathan slow down and examine them. He wanted to be fucked, by his Dad, right now.

Owen moved quickly, sloppily, almost desperate to get his cock inside his son's tight ass. The pheromones were working overtime on them both.

Nathan whimpered as he felt the tip of Owen's thick cock press up against his puckered asshole. There was no need for lube, they'd both squirted out so much pre they could hardly get a dry grip on one another if they'd wanted it.

Laying on his back, Nathan gave in completely as Owen pulled his legs further apart, groaning deep in his chest as the tip of his cock sank into his son's hole.

Nathan cried out, pain shooting through him as he was split open, his Dad's shaft spearing deep in one go, the pain instantly replaced quickly with the soothing feeling of fullness. He relaxed his asshole muscles, letting the top third of his Dad's cock glide into him, pressing his walls out, slowly working him open.

“Fuck boy, you love that cock in your tight hole, don't you?"

Nathan couldn't help it. “Yes Daddy."

“You wanna take more," Owen grunted, thrusting deeper, his fingers painfully tight around Nathan's ankles. “You want to be Daddy's breeding bitch, don't you, you filthy slut, you're so hungry for me."

“Y-yes, yes!" Nathan cried, losing himself as his Dad buried his shaft nearly halfway. He felt so filled already, he didn't think it would be possible to take the knot.

Owen slowed slightly, leaning down so their faces were only inches apart. “I should be gentle…" He breathed. Nathan just stared back, and his Dad pressed forward hard, lips pushing onto his son's into a deep kiss. Nathan's paws found Owen's chest, fingers running deep through his fur, nails digging into his shoulders. Owen growled fiercely, hips picking up pace, balls slapping against his son's ass. All thoughts of gentleness were lost now, the two men completely giving into the urge of their bodies.

Owen fucked hard, hard enough that Nathan's hole began to go numb from the pounding, again and again, slamming deeper every time, cock travelling further up inside him. His tip spread Nathan wider and wider, reaching a barrier inside and then pressing past it, the sensation dizzyingly good as Nathan was barely able to gasp for air, pleasure rocking through his body in waves.

Their lips pulled apart, and Owen bared his teeth. “Take it, fucking take it boy, you want Daddy bad, don't you? Tell me, tell me how bad."

“So badly, p-please," Nathan gasped, eyes rolling freely in his head as he was fucked harder than he ever could have imagined. “Please, ah… harder Daddy, unf – go deep inside me, please, I n-need you!"

“Ah," Owen hissed, pulling back sharply. “You're gonna take my knot, boy."

“I…" Nathan blinked, clarity returning as his Dad's cock slipped out of him. “Are… I'm not sure I…"

“I said," Owen growled. “You're gonna take my knot."

Before Nathan could protest further, the older wolf squeezed him around the waist, effortlessly flipping the boy over onto his tummy, pulling his ass up so Nathan was bent over on his knees.

“And you're gonna like it," Owen said, smacking his son's ass cheek once for good measure.

Nathan whimpered, quivering. “Y-yes sir."

Owen's paws pulled his hips down hard. Nathan was slammed onto his Dad's cock, letting out a pained cry. The Kin didn't care, beginning to slam into him harder and harder, growling deeply, doubled over behind him. Nathan closed his eyes, rocking with the fierce pace of his father. Owen's cock was hilted within him, and already he felt the pressure of his Dad's knot banging up against his hole. The wolf wasn't going to stop, but Nathan felt his own insides, there was nowhere else for the length to go.

“Mmf, fuck, yes, take it boy," Owen snarled.

“W-wait, Dad, I dunno about this!" He was getting worried, but Owen was lost in his heat, he didn't care at all.

Nathan sucked in a breath as his cheeks were spread painfully wide, and Owen cried out deeply as he shoved inside.

For a moment, everything went white.

Nathan came back to reality, pain blossoming out through his asshole, a sudden sharp agony spiking through his taint and into his hips. It burned, it hurt, and Nathan felt tears well in his eyes.

Then, like the passing of the sun behind a cloud, the knot slipped inside. Owen went still. Nathan was floating, detached from reality, the pain shooting high and then instantly being replaced by relief had completely thrown him.

Owen's breath was hot on Nathan's ear. His paw reached down, squeezing his son's cock hard, fingers pressing right onto the knot and making the boy squirm. “I'm not done yet, boy."

Nathan frowned, but his questions were answered almost immediately. Squelching with the sheer volume of precum, Owen tugged his knot free of Nathan's hole, grunting as he then slammed it back in. Nathan rocked in place, totally helpless to his instincts as his Dad knot-fucked him, slowly, then faster, faster. The pressure was intense, spreading his hole outwards then allowing it to rush quickly back in. He couldn't stop himself clenching every time, and Owen's deep moans of pleasure only spurred him on.

It was sloppy and messy, fluid dripping down onto the bedsheets, the knot popping in and out again and again, harsh, shallow thrusts, viciously feral, all words gone from them both as Owen grunted and growled, fucking his son hard.

“C'mon Nate," Owen whispered into his neck, thrusting faster and faster, blindingly quick as his thighs smashed against his son's rear. One arm was wrapped around Nathan's waist, while the other had a tight grip on his tail, squeezing for leverage. “I'm getting close now boy!"

“Please, Daddy!"

The knot fucking was fast, numbing, stretching out Nathan's insides. He felt his Dad clenching, thrusts growing shallower. Eventually he shoved himself deep inside and stayed there, wiggling only slightly, jerking his hips.

“Please, please sir," Nathan whined. “I want it, I want it in me!"

“I'm gonna, ugh, Nate, f-fuck, good boy–" Owen's teeth bit down into the loose fur at the back of Nathan's neck. He felt the grips tighten around him as Owen's orgasm hit, his balls clenching, his hips grinding into Nathan's rear as much as they could. Hot warmth jetted out inside him, it felt almost like peeing in his own pants, a soothing fluid filling up his belly in short jetted ropes. Nathan's paw instinctively went to his own stomach, where he felt a slight swelling as Dad pumped more and more cum inside him.

“Ugh, yes, oh, f-fuck, ugh that's so good," Owen snarled, bucking into his son's asshole. “Take it, fucking take it, yes!" He huffed and growled, his whole body clenching as he came again and again. There was so much more of it than any human could hope to produce, and Nathan felt it still coming in tiny little squirts, new droplets squeezing out around his Dad's knot and running down his thighs.

Owen's paw slipped down, pinching the top of Nathan's cock, his fingers trailing down his length until they were stroking at his overly-sensitive knot. “Now… Now it's your turn boy…"

“Dad, I–" The words were lost in a moan as cum came suddenly racing up Nathan's cock. As a Kin he had more sensations now, and he melted around his Dad's grip as thick wadded ropes of cum sprayed out, painting the bed beneath him. There was more cum than when he was human too, dripping out, spraying again and again, soaking the sheets beneath them far beyond saving. The orgasm raced from the base of Nathan's balls and shot right up along his cock, bursting out from the top with immense pressure. Owen was still in the final throes of his own ejaculation, flinching and grunting softly with each of his son's involuntary bucks.

“That's good boy, oh that's good," Owen reassured him, slowly milking the last drops of cum from his son's cock. He cupped his paw around Nathan's tip as he shot one of the last ropes, lifting his cum-wet fingers up and pushing them into Nathan's muzzle. “There you go boy, lick that up."

His orgasm finally dying down, Nathan obeyed, lapping and sucking at the fingers, swallowing his own cum. It was salty, but not bad.

“Are you feelin' alright?" Owen asked, leaning back slightly.

“Yeah…" Nathan said, between heavy gasps. “I…" He looked back at them, face heating up as he realised he'd just had sloppy knot sex with his Dad.

“We're stuck for a little while yet," Owen explained, his fingers oddly soothing as they rubbed little circles into Nathan's ass cheeks. “You'll see, the knot takes a bit to go down."

“Right."

They slowly lowered themselves into the wet bed, folding against one another in a tight spooning cuddle, Owen's knot still wedged inside Nathan's ass.

“Is this… normal, for Kin?" Nathan asked.

His Dad laughed deeply behind him. “Fucking our own kids? Er, no, not really. I guess I'd say our culture is a little more open about this stuff, but this is… a bit far."

“Oh."

“Um…" Owen paused. “Don't make it wrong or nothin' though, if you enjoyed it. The snap can be difficult, I know myself. Too many new hormones cranking through that body, but it don't have to happen again." The bigger wolf sighed, hesitating. “Truth be, I didn't mean to get so carried away. I just meant to help you come down and get the knot out 'fore you hurt y'self. But then… well… gues I did."

“It's okay. I enjoyed it, Dad."

Owen chuckled again. “No reason we can't do it again, you're gonna be all out of whack for a little while now, who knows, you might need… relief." Nathan's ears burned red, but the thought gave him a smile. He could sleep in his Dad's bed, and they could have sex whenever he needed.

“I'm sorry for going through your things."

“About that…" Owen trailed off. “Did you actually lick my underwear, boy?"

“Erm…" Nathan wanted to die of shame. He had his father's cock inside him, but even still it was a humiliating thought.

“I think that's what caused it to happen," Owen said, his paw reaching around and slowly caressing Nathan's wilting penis. “The snap, I mean. Contact with my… er… material. Least now you fit in better, huh?"

“I suppose I do," Nathan replied, chuckling. He held up a furry paw to his face, turning it over and examining it. “I feel like I should mind but… I really don't, to be honest."

“Good. You're my boy, after all," Owen said softly. “And you're here to stay."