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“Ungh, wait, that's gonna be too tight!”

“Stop whining, Kiddo. It'll fit just fine!”

“Yeah, it just needs a push! We'll do the grunt work- all ya gotta do is guide it in!”

“al_-_ huff _-_alright, dad. on three?”

“ _ one… two… _ _ - _ ah-wuff _ !!!- _ _ three! ” _

“Yeah, that's it- right there!”

There was a sigh of relief after Calig, Elan, and Tyson pivoted the old oak bed frame around a tight corner and into the cramped bedroom. It was a king, so there was barely enough room for the boys to access the hall door or their closet, but at the end of the day, free was free and “barely fit” still fit.

The three fire-type males emerged from the bedroom, sweaty and panting. Aideen was neck deep in one of the boxes. Her nine tails were bound with black bands that matched her no-nonsense skirt and suit. Despite Elan's mom working just as hard to help her son move in as her husband, she was somehow spotless while the boys were covered in dust.

“That was the last of the heavy lifting,” said Tyson. He dusted his hands off and sidled up to his foxwife. The Arcanine rubbed at her shoulders while she put away the last of the thrifted cooking utensils. “How's it look out here?”

“This is the last box,” huffed Aideen from the kitchenette. She dropped various utensils into a wooden vessel and dusted her hands. “I still don't think this is a good idea. Shouldn't the boys learn to live in the dorms before being forced to manage an entire apartment?”

Elan reached into the fridge and grabbed some sodas. He passed one to Calig and then another to Tyson. All three cracked them open at once. Calig slumped onto the couch, Elan on the mismatched easy chair

“Freshmen are allowed to enter the drawings for these, even if the raffle process is weighted towards upperclassmen. We just got lucky,” Calig explained.

“And I'm sure being family of senior staff has nothing to do with that,” said Aideen.

“Just like the free tuition,” Tyson chuckled. He was wearing his captain uniform with the blue shirt unbuttoned and a sweaty white tank underneath. The brass and red of the Flynt University Campus Security badge glinted even in the light of the incandescent bulb that probably hadn't be changed since 1997.

“Hey, I earned my full ride. I spent my whole senior year building my portfolio for the photography scholarship,” Calig retorted. He pointed across the coffee table to Elan. “He's the only freeloader here!”

Elan stuck his tongue out and made a face. “ Mweeeh! Love you too babe.”

Tyson joined Calig on the couch and knocked back half his soda in a single swig. “I don't think you have anything to worry about, Aideen. The boys work well together. I think they'll rise to the occasion.”

“I hope you're right,” Aideen frowned, still skeptical.

Elan's tail darted out and grabbed the remote from the coffee table. The cozy living room suddenly exploded in a wall of noise as the Ninetales tuned the channel to baseball. “Do you guys wanna stick around and help us break this place in? We were gonna order pizza.”

“Sure,” said Tyson good-naturedly. He turned to Aideen but he could see her grimace when Calig turned up the volume on the static-y speakers.

“I think I'll pass. You three have fun. I'll fend for myself tonight," said Aideen. Her tails were bound neatly by a trio of black belts, so she had to scratch Tyson under the muzzle with a hand. She whispered so only he could hear, “a_nd be sure to test if their shower works before you come home. This place already stinks like boys_,”

“Sure thing, 'Lovely,'” said Tyson, tail wagging.

The Ninetales waved her goodbyes and shut the door behind her. The three remaining males sat on the mismatched furniture in what would be Elan and Calig’s new living room. They kept glancing at each other or drinking from their soda cans, but no one dared say a word yet.

“So… is she gone?” Calig spoke first.

Tyson was fidgeting with his phone in his hand. It chimed, and the Arc saw the auto-response that Aideen set her phone to reply to whenever she got a text while driving. “Yup. Thank Arceus, too. I think I almost knotted my sheath this whole damn time.”

“Yeah, me too,” grinned Calig. Even with all three wearing their baggiest pants, a stray twitch of a leg revealed just how blatant their bulges had become.

The TV shut itself off with a click. ‘What do you mean, 'Dearest?' I’m right here in front of you.” Elan’s voice was soft and sultry as he dropped it into the falsetto coo he’d spent weeks practicing in anticipation of his first fateful encounter with Tyson. His hand was pulling a little green bow out of his pocket and twisting it into his headfur above his left ear.

Tyson’s phone thumped against the carpet as he jumped out of his seat. “Wha— oh! Silly me. I can’t believe I didn’t see you there, Lovely.”

The Arc’s register slowly fell to the hungry huff that sounded like bared fangs and licking chops on Elan’s ears.

“So who’s your friend, 'Dearest?'” said Elan. He tugged his slightly sweaty hoodie zipper so that just enough of it opened to reveal his voluminous chest tuft, and the top hem of a very familiar green tank top.

“Oh… you know,” bought himself a little time to sink into the role by unbuttoning his shirt by two buttons. “I thought I’d get you an early birthday present. Didn’t you say you always wanted a hall pass one of these days? Do you like him, 'Lovely?” smirked Tyson.

“Oh I do, I definitely do,” purred Elan. He slid off his chair, towards Tyson and Calig on all fours. His ass and tails swung in the air as he crawled over the threadbare carpet. One tail tip opened his hoodie down to his shoulders.

This low to the ground, he could smell both Tyson and Calig’s permeating the air with a heady musk. “I’m definitely gonna need a closer look.”

Elan playfully clasped his fingers around Calig’s pant legs and began to pull his way up. Each inch of height the foxboi gained tugged the Houndoom's trousers further down. The 'Doom's musk grew even stronger when his boxers were exposed to open air. A massive damp patch had accumulated in the middle of his bulge from the hours he’d spent anticipating this very moment.

Calig let out a choked gasp as Elan straddled his lap. “O-oh fuck, Ty, your wife is something else.” “Yeah she’s a real knockout,” huffed Tyson. His hand was on his own pants. A spot of pre had seeped through not only his own drawers, but the front of his jeans when he pulled his hand away. His blue eyes raked over the entwined males beside him;is breaths were so heavy that embers licked at the corners of his mouth while he watched.

“Aideen’s” fingers slid under Calig’s tank top and up his chest to reveal the trim, coiled abs beneath.

“Well, don’t just sit there, Cal," smirked Tyson. "This ain’t a look-don’t-touch kinda show.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” said Calig. He slid Elan's hoodie off those slim, cream-colored shoulders, to be tossed aside his myriad swishing tails. The Houndoom dug his hand up Elan's green camisole and into the fluff beneath. Elan began a sultry lap dance. “Oh fuck… Tyson man your wife has a killer rack on her. How do ya get all this all the time and only have one kid?”

“First one was so good he broke the mold,” gruffed Tyson. He reached out and gave Elan’s ass a firm smack. The top of a green skirt and black thong were starting to stick out of Elan's wrinkled sweatpants. Friction seemed to be pulling them down. “Didn’t stop us from trying anyway.”

“Oh I bet,” huffed Calig. His hands pulled away from Elan just long enough to let the foxboi pull his tank top around his horns and to the floor.

“You’re cute, but you talk too much,” giggled Elan. He hooked his arms under the curve of the hound’s horns while they kissed. Their tongues met in a feverish rush to taste each other, to mix Elan’s natural sweetness with the spicy smoke of his firedog. Soft grunts and moans leaked out from between their lips. Calig's hands left tracks in the sultry fur on Elan’s belly as he relished every swerve and curve of the femboi bouncing and grinding on his lap. In turn the fox pressed himself to his twunky pup, relishing the way his touches alternated between greedy and gentle.

“Fuck babe. You’re so sexy it’s unfair,” said Calig, a puff of breathless laughter escaping him when Elan booped him on the nose. The dark-type turned to Tyson. “It’s gonna be hard to not come back for more after this!”

“That can be arranged…and don’t think I forgot about you for a moment, 'Dearest.'” Elan crawled across the couch to Tyson. His hand toyed with the button that was fighting for its life to contain the ‘Arc’s erection. His tails slid over the firedog's muscular body and unfastened the buttons on his clothes. By the time the Ninetales was on his Daddy’s lap, Tyson’s chest was bare and his pants were around his knees.

“Nev_-_ HUFF _!-_never doubted you for a moment, Lovely,” said Tyson. He cradled Elan’s slender head in his massive paws. Their blue eyes reflected in each other as their muzzles met. Tyson’s hands dug into the supple plumpness of his “wife’s” rump and revealed the green skirt he'd been hiding beneath his sweatpants. Both Ardor’s tents were now only confined by their underclothes as they bumped against each other.

“Enjoying yourself, handsome?” Elan licked his chops. He traced one finger down the valley of fluff between Tyson’s pecs. . The constant grinding between Elan's thong and Tyson's boxers was starting to make them stick together.

“Fuck babe. I don’t think I’m ever gonna unknot myself at this rate,” Tyson said. Elan thrust his hips a little against Tyson's cock. He wanted his dad to feel how hard he really was. The ‘Arc moaned and slumped against the back of the couch.

“Don’t you worry about that, 'Dearest.' I’ve got that allllll under control,” Elan cooed. He lingered over the Arcanine’s lap for a bit, then slid down and back onto the floor. Two tails hooked the pants that were around Calig and Tyson’s ankles and tugged them completely off. Elan used two more to tuck his lovers' waistbands under their balls.

The three inhaled at once. The combination of undressing and added blood flow meant that the new living room was completely saturated in masculine scent. All males were at half mast, unable to reach full erection due to the bulging knots pushing against the inside of their sheaths.

“What to do, what to do… I see two beautiful cocks in front of me but I only have one mouth,” purred Elan. He crawled back up to the couch and rested his chin on the cushion so that he was stuck between two different firedog thighs. His rump swayed in time with his tails as the Ninetales anticipated tasting Tyson. Calig wouldn’t mind. Elan knew how much he liked to watch.

Tyson’s scent was one thing, but the taste was another. That salt and spice in his sweat was rich after the day's exertions The ‘Nines let out a muffled huff and closed his eyes. His tongue siphoned away a fat bead of pre about to fall off his father’s quivering tip. Tyson and Calig both moaned , and Elan’s tails began to wag. Elan tried to pause, wanting to draw things out for as long as possible, but his own hunger overwhelmed him. His muzzle dipped again.

Elan’s lips guided Tyson’s cock into the warmth of his maw. His tongue was familiar with every curve and vein, and the ‘Arc was soon nothing but trembling muscle at his “wife’s” touch. Elan had taken the full length so many times before that he barely needed to adjust: this was all just performance. His lips brushed against the fluff of the ‘Arc’s taut sheath with each motion.When Elan pulled away, he’d let the tip of one of his canines tug at the fur stretched over the firedog’s knot.

“Look at that good girl, takin’ all that cock like it’s no big deal. You trained her real well, Ty,” grunted Calig. He’d shed his undies on his own and gave his own junk a squeeze. A steel cock ring glinted from his bulging sheath and around the heavy low-hangers between his legs.

“You think a schlub like me could train all that? Naw, it’s all talent on her part,” said Tyson. He gave Calig a friendly elbow. Elan’s efforts redoubled down below. The femfox made loud suckling noises, more for Calig’s benefit than anything else. Pre was pooling inside his muzzle at a surprising rate, and he felt himself swallowing more frequently. Inch by inch the fluff was stretching over the firedog’s engorged knot and pushed just a little bit further back, leaving more and more of the shaft exposed.

“Oh, I’ll show you who did the real training around here,” said Elan. Tyson’s full erection fell out of his mouth. He crawled his way back onto the couch and splayed himself over both firedogs' laps. On his side he had easy access to Calig while Tyson’s hands had already begun to roam freely over his thighs and ass. The fox took his boyfriend into his mouth, relishing the slight differentiation in Calig’s taste lingering beneath the top notes of sweat, musk, and precum. Calig let out a soft moan, and Elan replied in kind, although he was quite muffled through the volume of meat in his maw. A wiry hand ruffled the ‘Nines’ hair and gently pushed him lower. As if he needed the encouragement…

Elan pleasured the second firedog just as he did the first. His head bobbed, tongue darted, hands roamed, and every moan and writhe from the ‘Doom beneath him made him redouble his efforts. Calig’s whiptail was thwacking loudly against the couch as his wags grew more and more erratic. He and Tyson panted over the lush sight of the cock hungry fox they got to share.

Elan was snapped from his lusty reverie by a powerful snap against his ass cheek. Tyson was toying with the thong beneath Elan's skirt. On the second snap, he found what was hidden underneath it.

“Oh ho? What’s this, 'Lovely?'” The Arcanine tapped a claw against the jeweled plug. . The fox gasped hard enough that Calig fell out of his mouth.

“Tho-thought I’d - EEP !- I’d p-prepare someth- Awuh! -something sp-special,” panted Elan. Tyson pressed down on the emerald in the plug.Elan writhed, unable to resist the massive pressure on his prostate.

“It must be a BIG surprise,” Tyson broke character for a moment when he saw the toy literally twitch and bulge against the underside of Elan’s abdomen. “Where the hell do you kids find this stuff?”

Calig and Elan tried not to break into into simultaneous snickers. “Uh, internet?”

“You two,” huffed Tyson, shaking his head but unable to conceal his smile.

“How about we stop fooling around and move on to the main event?” Calig grinned. He freed his full erection from his sheath and smeared the leakage across Elan’s cheek. He reached over and gave Elan’s ass a hearty slap. “I’ve been waitn’ all day for this.”

“Yeah, I think you’re right, Cal,” said Tyson. He gave Elan a wink, but that was the ‘Nines’ only warning.

Two powerful paws gripped the fox by the hips and yanked him into Tyson’s lap. His own erection was grinding against his Daddy’s abs, and he could feel Tyson’s length grinding against his taint. It was teasing and poking at the plug still inside him. He entwined his tails and legs around the ‘Arc’s waist and soared as Tyson lifted him with no apparent effort. They kissed hungrily in mid air and walked slowly towards the bedroom. Calig was behind them, and the two paused their make-out sesh so that Elan could lean against his father’s shoulder and kiss the Houndoom in kind. The firedog had to stand on tip toe to reach properly. His cock collided with Tyson's tail in the process.

"Hey, watch where you're poking that big ol' thing," Tyson chided him good-naturedly.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Ty,” said Calig. He playfully elbowed Tyson's back. “I’m saving every inch for your pretty lil’ wife.”

The bedroom was unlit, save for the faint yellow light spilling in from the hall. Elan and Tyson’s eyes glowed gaslamp blue in the dark. Tyson fell upon the bed with the Ninetales in his arms. Their cocks frotted clumsily under the hem of Elan’s skirt.

Tyson’s nostrils flared as he whispered into his son’s ear. “Fuck, did you steal your mom’s perfume to go with the dress?”

Elan cocked his head a little. In the darkness his smile was dazzling. “No, why?”

“Because you smell just like your mother when she gets hot under the collar.” Tyson’s grin reflected Elan’s for the briefest moment that their lips remained apart.

Calig stood behind them, leaning casually on the doorway. . The precum on his tip caught the light from the hallway as it threatened to drool freely onto the rug. His whiptail darted to the edge of the bed to tickle the orange of Elan’s tailtips. “You ready for the showstopper, sweetheart?”

“More than ready,” huffed Elan.

“Good girl.” Elan hadn’t realized that Calig had crossed the room in a single stride until the hairs on the back of his neck rippled under the ‘Doom’s hot breath. “Now push on three. One… two…”

Elan pulled away from Tyson’s muzzle to ensure that nobody’s tongue was between his teeth. On “three” he squeezed his eyes shut and let out a held breath as he tried to embody the platonic ideal of “loose,” at least for now…

“Three!” Calig took the braced his other hand on the ‘Nines’ cheek. He was measured, but confident. Elan’s pink tailhole stretched wider as Calig pulled the enormous toy out of his foxboi. The musk and sweat that filled the bedroom was cut with a medicinal scent from their choice of lube: laden with relaxants designed for the most ambitious of size queens.

Tyson couldn’t see anything in the dark, b_ut he could_ hear Elan's sweet mewls, feel his body twist and writhe against him. Calig was was laser-focused on Elan’s quivering shoulders with his knife-ears swiveled forward, on alert for the tiniest sound of distress from Elan as inch after inch of the toy was pulled from inside him.

“All done! You’re such a good girl, Elan. Are you ready for more?”

“Pleaaaaase,” begged the 'Nines as his fingers tugged at Tyson's chest fur. “I need you both so badly.”

“I'll let the hubby do the honors first,” said Calig. He and Tyson shared a glance and a grin. Calig had produced lube from somewhere. He reached down between Tyson and Elan with glistening hands. The 'Arc shuddered a bit at the coolness of the liquid gel, but Calig's fingers warmed his length over time. The firedog's strokes lingered over all parts of the Daddy 'Arc's manhood but especially the tip. Tyson's ample flow or pre mingled with lube, and it took very little time before his whole impressive length was slick. “You're all set, Ty. Easy does it.”

Elan raised himself off Tyson's lap. Quivering pink fox cock pushed up from beneath his skirt. Calig placed his hand on Elan's waist. The thumb stroking idly against his fur was a gentle reassurance that guided the Ninetales towards the quivering red tip beneath him. Elan lowered himself down to the hilt in a single smooth motion. Father and Son gasped and exhaled as one.

“Holy fuck... how are you still so tight after you had that thing inside you?” Tyson huffed. His arms cradled Elan's cheeks. One hand stroked through his long, asymmetrical headfur in a way that made Elan's face glow with praise.

“Only the best for you, 'Dearest,'” murmured Elan. There tongues met and they moaned into each other's muzzles again. Elanrolled his hips a little as he bounced. He was used to taking Tyson to the hilt, and the action was smooth and comfortable. He raised himself all the way to the very end of his father's quivering tip before plunging down against the swollen red knot. “You feel so goooood! Every time you get better and better!”

Just as Elan was about to plunge down again, Calig snarled and grabbed him. The Houndoom's candy apple sparks skipped across the folds and wrinkles of the skirt like stones, leaving not so much as a singe on the special fire-type fabric. His nails raked at the tender flesh of foxboi rump, but his palms and fingers were a contrasting, gentle caress. Calig kneeled behind Elan, and his voice was now so close to the 'Nines that it made his ears flick. “Such a good slut, taking all that fat cock. Ready for me to join in all the fun?”

Elan nodded vigorously. His nerves took a moment to connect the pleasure from his hole to his brain. His own voice exploded out of him, struggling to maintain the falsetto. He screamed to the discolored ceiling in his voice, almost hoping someone would hear them through the walls. “Yes! YEEEEEESSSSSSSSS! I want both! I want it all! Give it to me! Give me your COCKS Give me more! Give me more! MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE! MOrRrRrRrE!!”

“Always so eager, 'Lovely,'” Tyson panted as he cupped the fox's cheek.

“Such a hungry girl, I like it,” growled Calig. He pressed his chest against Elan and smeared his cock against the small of his back with the earthy spice of his pre. The femboi fox's fangs were bared and breathing ragged in the anticipation of what was to come. Cal intertwined his fingers with Elan's and squeezed. Elan squeezed back and nodded.

The fox raised himself, poised to drop again. His twitching cock kept making his skirt ruffle when he held himself up in the air.

Calig stopped him for a moment. “Take it easy, slut. Don't wanna hurt your pretty little self just because you rushed it. This dick ain't goin' nowhere but inside you.”

“That's right," Elan's father reassured him. "Now why don't you show me what you can do, 'Lovely?'”

“Anything for you and your friend, 'Dearest,'” Elan . He braced one hand on Tyson's shoulder while Calig clung to the other. He breathed in, then deliberately caught his boyfriend's cocktip on the very edge of his ring, already stretched by his father's girth. The held breath hissed out from between his teeth as he began to lower himself. Both firedogs each had one hand on Elan's curvaceous hips. Together, the two guided the fox between them down the lengths of their shafts. They could feel their members pressed against each other in the confined, slick tunnel, so that every twitch and throb could be felt by the others. Elan let out his loudest moan yet and arched his back as Tyson and Calig grunted and panted on either side of the slutfox. The tops curled forward and embraced Elan tighter, as if both males were magnetized to the fox between them.

“Yes! YESSSSSS! Righ- Right there! Right there, right there, yes, yes, yesssss!” Elan's cries grew even more fervent. He lowered himself over the final few inches until he could feel nothing but the throb of his studs' twin knots. Tyson's pushed against the plush of his taint. Calig's was hot and insistent as it spread his cheeks even wider and pinned his bottom tails to his back. Elan's Aideen persona had been completely fractured, but that did nothing to stop the three. “So good, so good, so GOOOOOOOD! You're both so gooood with your cocks inside meeeee!!!”

“Look how much you're liking your special present,” said Tyson. His fanged glimmered in the gloom and his tail swished over the bedspread as it wagged between his legs.

“M-more than anything Dadd—'D_earest!'”_

“Everything feel good back there, cutie?” Calig licked his chops as he spoke.

“You feel amazing! You both do!! I'm ready! I want it!!”

“Oh?" Tyson teased. "I'm not so sure my good girl can take all this. What do you think, Cal? I think our lil 'Lovely's' eyes are just a bit too big for her... stomach.” He placed his hand over Elan's naval and rolled his hips so that the 'Nines could feel the tip pushing against the underside of belly.

“No! NO! I need you! I need them! I need BOTH! I NEED YOU,” mewled Elan, back arched and muzzle pointed to the sky.

“Awww, you can do better than that, slut,” teased Calig.

His tails lashed. His fingers grabbed fistfuls of his father's chest fluff. He gyrated and clenched over the twin shafts spreading him wide. “GIVE ME YOUR COOOOCKS! I NEED THEM! PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE PLEASE I NEEEEED! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! RUT ME! CLAIM ME! SMASH ME FILL ME! KNOT ME! BREEEEED MEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!”

“That's right. Let's give our good girl what she needs. Nice and easy now, in and out till she's full of our pups.” huffed Calig.

Tyson was overcome by a hearty laugh that shook his shoulders and bounced Elan on his knotted throne. “ Bwahahaha! Remember when Elan really wanted a little brother or sister? Let's make our sweet boy's dreams come true.”

Calig's pulsing shaft slid against Tyson's underside so the tip rested where Tyson's knot tapered into the shaft. Tyson rolled his hips back as Calig thrust into Elan. Then Tyson pushed in as Cal pulled out. In, out, in, out, in, out. The two tops hours of practice frotting into a shared toy till it was nothing but ripped, cum-smeared silicone had paid off. Elan was a gasping-begging mess of tails and slithering muscle. Words died between his brain and his muzzle, his breath expelled only as incoherent gasps of ecstasy.

The fox could no longer ride. He could barely remember to breathe. Each push sent him ascending to heaven only to plummet back to his lover's embrace on every backstroke. Calig hit his foxboi's prostate with every forward thrust. Tyson would thrust in just as Calig began to withdraw, and the upward force of the 'Arc's cock pressed Calig's shaft into Elan, even as he was pulling out for another stroke. The Ninetales whimpered and swayed woozily before collapsing onto Tyson's chest. The firedogs inside him paused for only a beat when Elan collapsed face first into his Daddy's floof, but even this briefest of caesuras made the slutfox moan incoherently for more, more, MORE!

“_ That's my girl _,” said Calig and Tyson together. Elan lay prostrated over Tyson's chest with Calig atop him. Cal's arms were pinned between Elan's thin chest and Tyson's pecs. The 'Doom's silvery bones on his wrists left marks in their fur. Elan felt Cal's finger tug at the corner of his wet, black lips. He accepted the fingers greedily. The air was heavy with groans, musk, and the creak of the bed frame.

There was a brief hitch in tempo when Calig's wagging whiptail became entangled in Tyson's fluff. Elan sent his own tails twisting to the rescue. The feeling of his fur rubbing against the grain of his lovers accentuated the closeness of their bodies and made the warmth feel ever more oppressive. The heat made Cal and Tyson's nuts sag into Elan's silken embrace only for them to be tugged away when a throb coursed through their loins.

“G-gettin' close,” Tyson grunted unnecessarily. All three could feel the anticipation building, each passing second threatening to send them tumbling over the precipice.

“Mmmph triictch!” grunted Calig. He'd sank his teeth into Elan's shoulder and did not let go even as he replied his affirmative.

“Yes yesH YES YESSSSSSSHHH! FUCK ME KNOT MREE BREED ME FILLLLLLL MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Elan's words were distorted by Cal's fingers in his mouth, but he had no need to voice his desires. Every follicle of his body so visibly craved what was to come! He let himself go limp.

_ Squelch _. Calig pushed his knot deep inside Elan. He snarled thickly through the mouthful of fox fur, but he was careful never to clamp down so hard as to leave a mark but not draw blood. Elan mewled. His cock twitched, pinned between the bulge in his abdomen and the valley of Tyson's sculpted abs. There was so much precum! Calig's cumming! And I'm so close!

And then there was Tyson! The Daddy 'Arc embraced Elan and thrust upward. Calig's cock was pressed harder than ever into Elan's prostate. The femboi fox had never been stretched this tight before! They were both so big! They were both so deep!

“Oh ARRR-CEEE-USSSSSSSS!!!!!!” Elan wailed, eyes clenched shut! Tyson's hips bucked as he got nearly halfway to knotting Elan before he couldn't push any deeper! They were cumming in him! The first of the 'Arc’s fat ropes joined Calig's. Elan's insides flooded with a nonstop barrage of pup batter! Elan felt a throb ripple up their lengths inside him before every rope: Calig's ejaculations were a quick staccato of rapid spurts while Tyson's orgasms were prolonged deluges of seed. Regardless of each stud's tempo, the sheer volume was prodigious and seemingly matched drop-for-drop.

Elan slumped dazedly back into Tyson's embrace with Calig resting atop him, limp and still tied hip-to-rump. Elan felt his length twitch and throb against his belly. Despite the fact that his panties and stockings were drenched in his own precum, he was still desperately, longingly erect.

“Yrrr sutch a googh gurl,” said Calig, thickly. Every word made Elan quaver, tempting his firepup to fully sink in till he tasted sweet copper on his tongue but never going all the way.

“Yeah... Maybe next time we'll even get the double knot. Can't believe how close you got, Kiddo.” Tyson ruffled Elan's semi-long hair. His thumb claw caught the edge of Elan's ear, making the 'Nines flick it playfully. When Elan's cock twitched in the puddle on Tyson's abs, the Arc smiled sympathetically. “Shame you couldn't finish with us... How about we do something a little... special? Only because you were such a good girl, though.”

“Mmmmm anything for you Daddy,” giggled Elan weakly, all sense of scene lost in the haze.

“Hehe! Alright, Cal, scooch up, I wanna taste of my pretty little wife.”

Calig tenderly snaked his arms around the Ninetales' torso and helped them sit upright while straddling Tyson. The 'Doom's knot was still tied, so humped against Elan to help scoot him forward. After some effort Elan's erection was inches from Tyson's nose. “Never knew you had a taste for the finer things, Ty,” snickered Calig.

“What did you say once? 'Tops who don't suck off their bottom are losers,' right?” Tyson's grin flashed, but the 'Doom could see Tyson's smouldering blue eyes following every wiggle and jolt of Elan's shaft. He licked his lips before opening his muzzle wide.

Tyson's maw was warm and inviting as it enveloped Elan. The foxboi mewled and almost immediately melted into Calig's arms. He was too overwhelmed with the bacchanal bliss of being knotted by his boyfriend and sucked by his dad at the same time. “Oooh fucccck. Oh Arceu- MNPH!- ough, 'D-Dearest!'”

Elan clenched his whole body from eyes to rump to toes. If he just curled up tight like a spring maybe he'd last just a moment longer! He felt his Daddy's chin scruff tickle his knot. His wet black nose bumped gently against Elan's belly. It wasn't until that stray instance of contact that Elan realized the gentle slope over his naval, the heaviness that was hanging around his middle, the gentle ripple that danced over its surface as the great volume of liquid pumped inside of him by his two virile studs was disturbed by even the gentlest of contact.

“D-DADDYYYYYYYYYYY!!!”

Elan's knot pushed Tyson's lips apart. The top of his head brushed against Calig's chin as the foxboi crowed his euphoria to the vast gloomy night outside their bedroom window. His cock twitched inside firedog muzzle but Elan was far too overwhelmed to keep count of just how many ropes he had shot. He didn't even remember opening his eyes, or collapsing onto his side with Calig still stuck inside his rump.

The first sensation that Elan was fully cognizant of was something bristly tickling his nose. He blinked. His vision was a blur of black, white, and orange. He tried to breath and was immediately deluged by the earthy spice of Tyson's sweat. The scent was so sweet that Elan's half-hard cock twitched, sending a single, fitful spurt to splash against Arcanine abs. “You smell so good, 'Dearest,'” giggled Elan. He fitfully tried to maintain his special voice for his studs.

“You too, 'Lovely,'” panted Tyson. A dribble of white ran down his chin and dripped a tiny puddle on one of his pecs. A dribble of Elan's mess was stuck on Tyson's whisker. Elan kissed him as an excuse to clean it up. It was exquisite to taste himself on his father's lips. Neither wanted the kiss to end. When he could delay no longer, Tyson rolled off the bed and turned towards the door to the bathroom. He kept his tail raised so that both Elan and Cal could get a full view of his half hard dick,and low hangers swinging between his legs. “Gonna shower and head out soon. You boys don't stay up too late. You've got your first classes tomorrow, don't you?”

Elan tried to respond but was too lost in the afterglow to do anything but mumble into the pillow. Cal answered for him. “Just orientation tomorrow, Ty. And it starts at eleven.”

“That's Captain Ardor to you, punk,” said Tyson, but he broke his stern scowl with a wink. He didn't close the door behind him when he stepped into the shower.

“How're you feeling, Babygirl,” murmured Calig. He kissed the tender spot that he'd bitten.

“G-good,” stammered Elan. He still hadn't caught his breath after all this time. “Babe you're never gonna unknot me if you grinding into me like that.”

“That's the plan,” huffed Calig. Calig dropped into the dark tambour of his “dirty-dom” voice. “Think I'm gonna knot-fuck you all night long. Gonna cum in you again and again and again till the sun comes back up.”

Elan's whimper exploded into a squeal the moment Calig's fingers dug into the sensitive bulge in his belly“Oh fuck babe... I'm so fullllll alreadyyyy.”

“Better make'sm room, slut. You’ll be so full of me you're gonna walk into breakfast and everyone will ask 'hey which stud knocked up that pretty 'lil fox girl?'”

Elan let out a giggle and swatted at Calig's nose with a tail. “Be serious, Cal, you're terrible sometimes... DO IT!”

Red embers lit up the bedroom when Calig snarled.. He bared his fangs and sunk his jaws into the other shoulder he hadn't bitten already. By the time Tyson emerged from the shower, Calig had shot another load deep into his 'Nines. His statuesque figure was backlit by the bathroom lights and he cast a long shadow over the entwined lovers. His flaccid but still unsheathed cock hung temptingly at their eyeline. “Sorry to interrupt, sweethearts, but do you mind jump starting me over here? I want to have some gas in the tank when I get home to Aideen.”

“Sure thing, Dad. Tell me all about it next time,” giggled Elan. He opened his muzzle again, eager to taste Tyson once again. Calig shifted behind him and took one of the 'Arc's balls in his mouth, and together they coaxed the firedog from soft to firm to full-throbbing erection in record time. Tyson's breathing became shallow and quick, but none of them wanted to stop.

“A-alright! I think that's enou- OuOuGhGhGHHHHH! Ahhhhh fuccccck!” Tyson's knot bulged against Elan's lips. Calig had reached around and slipped two lube-slick fingers into the Arcanine's tailhole right before he planned to pull out. His second load was just as fruitful as the first and the 'Arc was left weak at the knees and leaning against the bedside table.

A dribble of cum was leaking from between Elan's lips, but when he let Tyson fall out of his mouth his tongue darted out to lick up the treat. “You taste so good, 'Dearest,'” giggled Elan woozily. A dribble of cum connected Elan's muzzle to Tyson's cock but his tongue siphoned it away.

“You fuckin' delinquents,” growled Tyson. His hands were on his hips but his muzzle was a fangy grin, and his tail hadn't stopped wagging. “I wanted you to rile me up so I'd be hard when I got home.”

“What a shame,” sneered Calig. “I guess one of us will have to suck you off again before you go.”

“Guess so, and it's gonna be you this time since you decided to get so bold with your fingers back there,” said Tyson. His heavy hands hooked under the 'Doom's chin. Starlight-blue eyes locked with Cal's smouldering coals.

“Wouldn't have it any other way, '_Daddy,'” s_aid Calig with a lick of lips.

“Don't push your luck, 'Kiddo.'”

---

...Two Hours Later...

A revelation is in your future.

Your lucky number is 3

LEARN CHINESE! 期望 “Expectation”

“Hmph.” Aideen crumpled the little paper in her hand. She contemplated the fragments of the fortune cookie before popping them into her mouth. It'd be a waste otherwise. She took a sip from the mug cradled in one of her tails and turned a page of her book. She’d been behind on her reading lately and she was meeting some of her old roommates for book club next weekend. She had been too busy to finish the planned chapters last time and didn’t want to be the only one who wasn’t caught up two weeks in a row.

Damn, he’s late. Her chopsticks clacked when she fished as tried to fish the last dumpling out of the takeout container. She scowled. Damn thing was stuck to the cardboard. She resorted to stabbing it and brought it to her lips. It was tepid, so she blew a puff of goldenrod fire over it so that it steamed as if it were fresh. Before she could take a bite she heard a key in the latch. Her ears perked. The door creaked and the lights in the mudroom flicked on. Dull thuds indicated Tyson was kicking off his shoes instead of untying them like a civilized person.

“Sorry I’m late, I’ll tell you all about I— oh! You’re right here.”

“How was the game,” said Aideen, but it was just to be polite.

“We lost,” said Tyson, shoulders slumped. His nose twitched. “Is there any coffee left?”

“In the kitchen.”

“Be right back then, Lovely.” It took a bit for Tyson to return. He always took his coffee with cream and sugar, but Aideen liked it black.

“So. What made Elan so eager to hang out with dear old Dad? You’d think they’d have other things on their mind, all things considered.” Aideen bit her lip. Dammit that came out all wrong. Shouldn’t have used “_The Closer” voice on him there._

Tyson leaned against the back of Aideen's chair. Blue embers danced between his fingers as the Arc warmed the coffee to his preferred temperature. “You’re being a little harsh there. Those boys do actually think about other things sometimes.”

“Tyson, they moved in with one bed.” She gave her husband a look.

“Were we any different when we were in school? Actually, no, we were worse,” Tyson grinned wolfishly, but there was a pointedness beneath the flirting. “At least we got to know Calig while we spent— shoot, how many years were we fooling around behind your dad’s back?”

“I guess you’re right,” said Aideen. She took a sip of her coffee, contemplated it, and then drained it. “It’s not like Cal isn’t motivated. He worked his ass off for that scholarship. Maybe he’ll be a good influence on Elan… Arceus, why did he have to be a theater major? It’s… is it bad that I think he’s being a stereotype?”

Tyson laughed. “I think he wants people to think that. There might be some hope for him still, though. Students don’t lock in their major till their fourth semester at Flynt U. And as for Calig you’ve got nothing to worry about. Haven’t you noticed how much happier Elan's been since they’ve been together?”

“Yeah. Between being out of the closet and his evolution he’s spent the last year practically glowing. Maybe I’m worrying over nothing. But if the boys weren’t… well… you know, what were you three actually doing there besides ‘watching the game?’” Aideen made a point to measure her tone this time: less interrogative and more banal and curious.

“They wanted to talk to me a bit. ‘Bout the job, for the most part,” said Tyson. He finished his own coffee and glanced back towards the kitchen before deciding against a second cup. “Y’know, I’m around campus, and most kids who go to college get to be a bit farther away from home than forty-five minutes. And Elan also doesn’t wanna be known as ‘son of a cop’ or a ‘Daddy’s boy.’”

“So he already doesn’t want us around, huh,” Aideen sighed.

“Not exactly,” said Tyson. He put his empty mug on the coffee table next to Aideen’s takeout so he could rub her shoulders. “The short version is he’s fine with us visiting as long as we give him fair warning. No 'just dropping in' and whatnot. He also asked I pretend I don’t know him on campus, at least while I'm in uniform. Pretty fair boundaries if you ask me."

“Damn, that’s, uh, that’s better than I expected,” said Aideen before a wave of relief she hadn't anticipated washed over her. A few of the ‘Nine’s tails began to snake around Tyson’s wrists so that they rubbed against the grain of each other’s fur. Tyson had showered like she asked, but the tinge of sweat still lingered over the clothes he’d worn to help Elan move. He must have used Elan’s shampoo: he smelled fruity, but it was cut with an earthy zing, like he'd been mowing the lawn. “Sorry I didn’t order anything for you by the way. Was the pizza alright?”

"It's college town pizza. It doesn't have to be anything but cheap and available," Tyson shrugged. “To be honest I’m still hungry. I was saving my appetite for something special.”

“Oh?”

“We’re empty nesters now, Lovely. I think it’s time we celebrate.” Tyson’s muzzle had dipped to nip at Aideen’s ear. She could hear the schlick of his tongue when he licked chops.

“Dessert is served,” cooed Aideen. Thought you’d never ask, Dearest. She spread her legs and watched as Tyson’s face disappeared beneath the sharp black of her pencil skirt. His cool, wet nose had already pushed her panties to the side to reveal her fragrant womanhood.

“You’re being such a good boy, Tyson.” Tyson's tail wagged.