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Aideen

...Christmas Eve...

The fabric of Aideen's red silk gown slid upward, revealing black stockings and matching lace panties. Tyson's growls were as warm as his hands. "Personally, I have much more important things to fantasize about when I have you close at hand, Lovely."

“Tyson, don’t! They’re in the other rooms! What if they hear us?!” Aideen giggled like a school girl and pushed playfully at Tyson’s chest. And yet... Some latent daring inside Aideen spurred her forward. A tail curled around the hand that tugged at her underwear.

“So what?!” Tyson acknowledged the invitation with a flash of blue flame between his teeth. The glow illuminated him from below as he loomed statuesque above her. “I think Elan is old enough to know how babies are made.”

"Scoundrel," hissed Aideen. She exhaled sparks from her snout, gold embers mingling with Tyson's blue before bouncing harmlessly across their bed like stones skipped over a lake. She snatched at Tyson's shirt, fumbling with the buttons in her enthusiasm. His lips tasted faintly of gingerbread and sulfur when she craned her neck to kiss him.

"Never said I wasn't. Now let's see what's under the wrapping paper," Tyson gave her his best rakish wink. He entwined his fingers with Aideens and pushed her onto the bed. His shoulders were so broad that his unbuttoned shirt framed either side of Aideen's body like curtains. His face was inches from her and his hot breath ruffled the fur on her neck. A spark caught tinder behind Aideen's chest, snatching her breath away. Then, he kissed her.

Aideen moaned into her husbands muzzle and dug furrows through his mane with her nails. She kicked away the red silk gown and hooked her leg around his waist. Tyson's wagging tail rubbed against the grain of her leg fur. The 'Arc ground his hips in slow circles, bulge heavy against her nethers. Aideen's lace panties pressed against her pulsing flesh and her slick trickled sweetly from the depths of her spade. Aideen felt the wet spot on Tyson's khaki's grow each time he pressed against her.

"You tease," Aideen snarled. Tyson squeezed a breast through the fur trim of her dress and she crowed to the night sky. Her kindled yearning had melted away the last of her inhibitions. How could something as inconsequential as being overheard matter with Tyson bearing down on her? Her tails coiled around his body, a tow line that reeled her into his embrace. He ravished her with more kisses, but she struggled to reciprocate between the moans that escaped her heaving chest.

"It wouldn't d- HUFF -do to rush per- PANT -perfection," Tyson grunted between kisses. The hand on the small of Aideen's back scooped her off the sheets and pressed him to his corded abs.

"Cut the sweet talk and fuck me, Mutt," snapped Aideen. Her tails tugged his belt, shimmying his bulge free with a clink of his belt.

"So impatient," teased Tyson. He ran a line of kisses down her clavicle that left her quivering. He growled and Aideen's world span in a rush of color. He pressed her back against him and they fumbled to untangle their limbs from the crumpled red silk of Aideen's gown. The first inch or so of his cock had poked free of its sheath. It probed, hot and sticky with precum, against the vixen's vulva until it caught on her panties. He could've just used his hands, but instead pushed deeper until he found her quavering flesh.

Aideen mewled. The sound started low in her bosom but became a breathy keen as it escaped between her teeth on golden flame. Her cookie pulsed in time with the beat of her lifeblood. One of her breasts had sprung free of her dress and Tyson squeezed with obvious relish. She was unable to reach him with her hands, so Aideen raked furrows in the bedspread instead. She craved him. She craved him. She craved him.

Tyson tip danced over the flat of her spade, tempting her to crow, to beg, to plead. She almost succumbed, but her supplications were pushed down her throat when Tyson entered her. The fur of his sheath was warm and just coarse enough that she felt every follicle against quivering flesh when he rubbed against her. His thrusts were familiar and strong, rocking her effortlessly to her core. Her pulsing sex parted to accept his shaft. The sheath crumpled against her so that every push coaxed more of Tyson's cock from its housing. Aideen rolled her hips in time with Tyson, desperate for his warmth and weight inside of her as if she'd not known it hundreds of times before.

The pair groaned in unison when he hilted her. A pulse, hot and heady, ran through them. Tyson's burgeoning knot pushed the tri-section of her spade apart. The sweet-spice of her slick lay heavy around them, punctuated by the faint sulfur on Tyson's breath. Tyson drew his tongue over the crook of Aideen's neck and she shuddered. They lay entwined in the infinitesimal infinity that preceded the breeding. Tyson ran a hand under Aideen's thigh, lifting her with ease to give himself free access, and the stillness gave way to bliss.

Aideen jolted on the bed under the force of Tyson's next thrust. A squeak barely escaped her lips before the next impact. Tyson's hips pushed her into an awaiting hand that squeezed her breasts. His other hand pressed into her pelvis. She felt his tip jab against her own flesh and into the weight of his palm. Aideen melted into his embrace, long hair tangled about her face so she could barely see. The dusky bedroom bloomed in conflagrations of blue and gold, their exhalations in time with the Tyson's knot. He smacked audibly against her cookie, the fur of their loins soaked and fragrant by her need. Both their flesh had swollen, robbing Aideen of precious inches that should have been inside of her.

“DAMN YOU MUTT GIVE THEM TO ME! GIVE ME YOUR PUPS FOR CHRISTMAS!” All the cries that Tyson stole from Aideen's breast exploded out of her at once. Her legs quivered and she squeezed around Tyson, beckoning him into the tie they craved. He snarled wordlessly and drove himself to a staccato rhythm that left Aideen breathless again. As one their limbs entwined, loins throbbed, chests heaved. The knot passed into Aideen with a satisfying squelch. She moaned so low it was almost a growl, but then the swollen knot ground against her her clit. Once locked them together and her ululations pitched into a shriek of molten ecstasy.

Aideen's world melted into snarling, keening, throbbing heat. The pleasure glowed golden inside of her then bloomed out of her shuddering womanhood into the tips of her tails and toes. She tried once, twice to suck in air but only succeeded on the third gasp. Tyson was deep in his own throes, his snarls sweet and ragged in her ears. "H-hope you're ready for a whole b-batch, Lovely."

They collapsed into each other, heavy and swaddled in the warmth of Aideen's tangled tails. The sweet tang of Aideen's scent tickled their snouts. Peaches... peaches and ginger... Tyson squeezed Aideen's bosom experimentally, as if he'd forgotten he held her in his hands. She twisted and accepted his kisses, clumsy but gentle, on her cheek. The motion stirred the cock tied inside of the vixen. He rumbled contentedly and groped her breasts again.

"Merry Christmas, Lovely," hummed Tyson.

"Don't get all saccharine on me," smirked Aideen. "I never said I was done with you."

"Give me a minute, then," said Tyson. "Or maybe twenty if you keep clenching like that."

"Worn out already?" Aideen squeezed herself around Tyson, unrepentant. "Don't get old on me yet, Dearest."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Tyson said wistfully. They basked in the afterglow together. They took turns teasing each other: Aideen squeezed against Tyson's shaft until he gasped while Tyson humped his knot against her clit tucked just behind the the ridges of her spade. His fingers played idly with her panties, only barely brushing the edges of her pussy that was still puffy and sensitive in their prolonged tie. Their back and forth persisted outside of their perception of time and the bliss gave Aideen plenty of time to daydream. No. She never daydreamed. She ruminated. Even her own aftershocks couldn't deter her from thinking back on the dinner.

"Do you ever think Elan's too pretty for his own good?" The question burst from Aideen's lips before she could stop herself.

"I─ WHAT?!" Tyson sat bolt upright, thunderstruck. They were still knotted and the sudden motion launched Aideen. Disoriented, she uselessly clutched the air before tumbling off the side of the bed, dragging Tyson by the waist behind her. They landed in a crumple and Aideen gasped under the crushing force of Tyson's bulk.

"What's gotten into you?" grumbled Aideen. With great effort she pushed Tyson off of her so that he lay on his back with her straddling him. She swayed gently from side to side as she tried to stop her head from spinning.

"Sorry, Lovely, you just, ehr, caught me by surprise," Tyson said sheepishly. He held her gingerly and pulled them both back onto the bed with a grunt. "You're not hurt, are you?"

"Just a little rumpled. Are you okay?" Despite the sudden upset, the corners of her mouth twitched. Arceus he's still so strong. I bet he could give Owyn a run for his money at the gym.

"The same, I think." shrugged Tyson. He rubbed Aideen's shoulders and invited her back into his embrace. The vixen accepted and she rested her head on his sternum.

"You didn't answer my question," said Aideen from the depths of Tyson's fluffy chest. The his mane always made a fine pillow.

"I, uh, did you expect me to have an answer?" said Tyson, uncertain.

"Don't dodge the question," Aideen said gently.

Tyson huffed in acquiescence but didn't answer right away. "Well, he looks a lot like you, and I think you're pretty. But what did you mean 'too pretty?'"

"Didn't you ever have to think about being attractive? You were quite a catch back in the day," teased Aideen. "I mean, you still are."

"And you're just as beautiful as they day we met," hummed Tyson.

"But that's not true," said Aideen, seriously. "You knew me before I evolved. Remember the first day I came back to school as a Ninetales? Everyone treated me like I was a different person."

"I suppose three extra tails and as many cup sizes can have that effect. Especially when we were all young and dumb," said Tyson delicately. "But you were gorgeous to me well before any of that. I thought you knew that?"

"Of course I knew that," assured Aideen. "But I suppose you wouldn't have to worry about things like that. You were so strapping and once we got together only the dumbest tried to make a move on me."

"Remember when Scottie tried to get fresh with you at that party? Y'know, after we won the state championship?" Tyson laughed nostalgically.

"I remember you picking a three hundred pound Granbull by the scruff and booting him out the door," tittered Aideen. "I guess it'd be too much to ask Calill to do the same."

"Wait, so that's what this is about?" said Tyson with dawning comprehension.

"I, well, yes," Aideen said defensively. She felt Tyson's blue eyes boring into her like a rebuke. "It's... I guess this is a thing women have to deal with more than men, but do you have any idea how often I had to tell other men 'I have a boyfriend?' Or, I guess in Elan's case it's 'I have a girlfriend,' but you know what I mean. How often do you think Elan gets approached by strange men?"

"I think Elan's the one who does the approaching, Lovely. He takes after you, after all," said Tyson.

"I'm being serious," sighed Aideen. "Hell, I've worn our wedding ring for twenty years and men will pointedly look at it and start hitting on me anyway."

"I was being serious," Tyson said firmly. "And I don't think it's fair for you to treat Calill as some sort of talisman for Elan to wear around his neck. She's not anyone's guard dog."

"Can you blame me though? It's..." Aideen flushed, feeling suddenly abashed. "Remember when he first came out to us? And Calill was at the dinner table next to him."

"You nearly shot marinara sauce out your nose! The look on your face," Tyson laughs shook them hard enough to tease the tie. Heat rose in Aideen's cheeks despite herself.

"He just blurted it out," said Aideen nostalgically. "But truth be told, when he told us he liked boys I was scared. You're right, he does look like me, but I didn't realize what that could mean until he said he was gay. All I could think of was the ways men treated me when they thought no one else was looking..."

"Aideen," Tyson murmured tenderly. He caressed her cheek and she nuzzled against him gratefully. "I think... I think I understand now. When he was just with Calill you could believe that he'd repel attention from other men. And now you have proof that he's not doing that."

"I suppose I was being optimistic. Or foolish. Or both," faltered Aideen. "Even if Owyn isn't a creep, what about all these other people he claims to see?"

"Did he actually claim to sleep around?" Tyson said shrewdly. "It sounded like Calill was the one who experimented. But Elan said "if" and "maybe" when referring to him seeing other people."

"Except for Owyn," said Aideen.

"Except for Owyn," agreed Tyson. "But he also said he started seeing Owyn with Calill. It almost sounded like her idea. What did they call it, a Unicorn Hunt?"

"Don't blame Calill for all this," Aideen snapped only to regret it immediately.

_"_I'm not blaming anyone, Lovely," assured Tyson. "No one's to blame. The all agreed to... whatever arrangement they've set up for themselves. Isn't that the point?"

"But what if it doesn't last?" Aideen blurted fretfully.

"Then it doesn't," shrugged Tyson. "I think you're afraid that Elan's changing where you can't keep an eye on him. And short of shoving an Everstone down his throat I don't think there's much we can do about it."

"How can you be so casual about this? Don't you understand what it means? What if Owyn causes an argument? What if Calill chooses Owyn? What if E─" The words caught in her throat and she was overcome by the urge to beat her chest so they might burst free. They eventually escaped as a hush: a shadowy confession she'd never dared to voice. "What if Elan chooses Owyn?"

"Aideen... I hope Elan doesn't need to ever nurse a broken heart but not everyone meets the love of their life in high school. That's how things go sometimes," soothed Tyson. He gathered her in his arms and pressed her tight to his chest. "Maybe you're missing the forest through the trees. Don't you remember what Elan told us? The whole point of their arrangement is that they don't have to choose."

"But what if they do choose? What will happen to Calill?" whispered Aideen. "We can't force her to go back to that... that house."

"Then we'll do what we can," Tyson said gravely. "I can pull some strings about summer housing if it comes to that. But I don't think it will."

"You sound so confident." Aideen clung to Tyson's promise as if it were a life preserver.

"If you ask me, I think Elan and Calill are like us. I'd put money on them being in it for the long haul. " said Tyson. His next words were delicate, but firm. "But I don't think the odds of him and Owyn are much worse. Maybe you don't see much in the big guy but that's just not up to us anymore. Elan and Calill both certainly like him and that's what matters."

"I never said I didn't see the appeal," Aideen said. "He's got a sort of... roguish charm to him. Like you."

"Should I start calling you 'Kitsy,' too?" smirked Tyson. He humped against Aideen, sabotaging any progress they'd made towards untying.

Aideen crinkled her nose in faux disgust. "Don't test me, Mutt. And don't think I'm letting you off easy. You still owe me round two."

"Wouldn't dream of it, Lovely."

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Elan

...Just After Midnight...

Elan yawned wide. Mom always insisted that they sit through It's a Wonderful Life, two hour run time be damned. She could recite it line-for-line by the time Elan was twelve. He probably could too at this point, like it or not. Owyn and Calill followed him to one of the diligently clean guest rooms. Aideen's choice of earth tones and hardwood furniture felt rustic, but the bed was cold from disuse. The spots where the Ninetales' fur previously cuddled against Owyn tingled with residual warmth. If only the whole evening had been as cozy...

“Guest bathroom is literally next door. You couldn't miss it, even in the dark,” Calill murmured.

Owyn tossed his duffel bag in a corner and stripped to his boxers. “I'll try not to get lost,” Owyn said gruffly.

“I'm sorry about Mom. She was out of line tonight,” said Elan. The 'Nines rooted around in a closet for an extra blanket: Owyn liked to cocoon himself on chilly nights and he knew this room had a bit of a draft to it.

“Remember the first time I came over with my big brother's battle jacket? She spent over an hour deciphering the patches,” Calill said nostalgically.

“She nearly tore her hair out,” giggled Elan. “It's like she thought seeing a Dead Kennedys logo would turn me into hardened criminal.”

“It's hard to believe the Old Timer married such a square,” Owyn said. He mustered a halfhearted smirk and sat between Elan and Calill on the foot of the bed. “Still, it's not the worst 'meet the parents' moment I've had.”

“Was it worse or better than last time?” Elan asked tentatively.

“Better,” Owyn said simply. “And even that wasn't too bad. Not even bottom five.”

“She does get better,” assured Calill. “Just give her time and she'll warm up to you just like she did with me.”

“Give her time, huh? Maybe she'll surprise me,” Owyn averted his gaze, seemingly transfixed by the green glow of the clock radio on the nightstand.

Elan's ears wilted and his blue eyes stung. Owyn sounded so... defeated. He held one of the firedog's enormous paws in both his hands. “She's not the easiest to get along with but I promise she's trying her best.”

“I believe you,” Owyn said resignedly. “Anyway, thanks for sticking up for me at dinner, Kitsy.”

“I'm gonna have a talk with her after the holidays so that this doesn't happen again.” Elan gave Owyn a gentle squeeze.

“Don't get her mad on my account,” Owyn shrugged so Elan let go. “But I appreciate the commitment to the bit.”

“The bit?” Elan looked up into Owyn's steely eyes, but the 'Arc was pointedly staring into space again.

“I mean, we've already hit 'mission accomplished,' right?” Owyn said deliberately. “If things ended tomorrow your secrets would still be safe. Your Mom believes your alibi about me being the baby daddy. Now all you gotta do is put 'em in a basket and send them down the Nile to Felicity and Milo. Don't rock the boat too hard or else she might get suspicious.”

Elan bit a trembling lip. “Owyn, I don't think any of us have been pretending to be partners for a while now.”

Calill cupped Owyn's cheek and turned his head so he had to look her in the eye. “I know you like to be the big tough guy but you're allowed to lean on us sometimes.”

“Yeah. You've had our backs and we'll have yours,” said Elan.

“You two...” Owyn closed his eyes and swallowed. Elan and Calill were pulled into a sudden embrace. Owyn clutched them with all his considerable strength so that their faces were buried in the warm cinnamon of his mane. Elan heard someone sniffle. “I love you, Kitsy. And you, Bones.”

“I love you, too,” said Calill, muffled in the depths of 'Arc fluff.

“I love you, too,” The words came effortlessly from Elan, as effortlessly as they came for Calill or Tyson. He clung to Owyn tight as he could. He hoped it would be a enough. Eventually, Owyn let the two go.

“Do you want one of us to sleep with you tonight?” offered Calill.

“Naw, it's your turn with Kitsy tonight. I can manage till Friday.” Owyn mustered a half-smile.

“I don't mind,” assured Elan.

“I'll be okay,” Owyn said firmly. He glanced towards the bed behind him. “Besides, this bed is smaller than mine. If I roll over in my sleep you'll get crushed.”

“_ Hot,” _ said Elan and Calill together.

“You two...” sighed Owyn again. He kissed Calill, than Elan. His lips were slow and tender, nothing like the ravenous make-out sessions they normally shared in the bedroom. “I'm fine, I promise. See you tomorrow, alright?”

“Merry Christmas, Softie,” said Calill. She kissed Owyn on the cheek and departed for the door with Elan.

“Yeah,” Elan nuzzled Owyn but accepted the dismissal. “Merry Christmas, Puppy. Next year will be better, I promise.”

“Next year, huh?” Owyn sighed cryptically. “Anyway... Merry Christmas. I'll see you two in the morning.”

Elan shut the door behind Calill and tiptoed down the hall to his old bedroom. A muffled squeak from the master bedroom gave him pause. His fangs flashed in the gloom. He and Calill pressed their ears against closed door, careful not to rattle it. The fiberboard did little to muffle the ragged pants coming from the other side.

“Someone's getting her gift early,” whispered Calill.

“Guess she's forgotten how to regulate her volume since I left home,” tittered Elan. He wrapped his fingers around the tent in Calill's skirt. Calill started to moan but Elan caught the noise with a kiss. Calill reciprocated, groping at the bulge forming beneath his baby bump. Gasps caught in their throats when they came apart, their very breath threatening to betray their presence. Beyond the door, Tyson built tempo. Aideen's crows rose, marking time with each collision of their hips. Calill and Elan stroked each other through their clothes till they were as throbbing and needy as Aideen.

A mewl escaped Elan before he could stop himself, but he was saved just in time by Aideen's throaty crow. “DAMN YOU MUTT GIVE THEM TO ME! GIVE ME YOUR PUPS FOR CHRISTMAS!”

Elan and Calill held each other, backs to the wall, not even daring to stroke as they listened. Wood groaned under tectonic forces, Tyson's growls grew feral, and a wet squelch left nothing to imagination. Sympathetic quivers coursed through the listeners when the vixen's moans pushed against the hypersonic register. It was as if their physiology had become entangled with Aideen's, wracked by echos of pleasure brought to them by the man they'd secretly shared.

The pair shared a look and struggled to stifle their giggles. Calill, unable to contain herself, curled over. She clutched her skirt around her cock in an effort to spare the hall carpet from cum stains. Elan's erection twitched hard enough to poke against his overhang, but the dime-sized wet spot on his dress was only precum.

The pair left for their room before the throes of Aideen's orgasm ended. They'd have lingered for longer but their shared giggles became too hard to conceal. They stripped the moment the door clicked behind them and Calill insisted on finishing Elan herself. He sat on the edge of the bed with Calill between his thighs. Her mouth work was excellent, as it always was, but Elan relished how Cal's horns rubbed against the underside of his womb even more than the blowjob. He gritted his teeth and tried to force himself to last, but he was so close before she'd even started. He stuffed one of his tails into his muzzle to stifle a high-pitched mewl.

Calill emerged from under Elan's belly and licked her chops. “You moan just like Aideen. If I didn't know better I'd ask if you did it on purpose.”

“Should I beg you to put a baby in me like Mom, too?” tittered Elan.

“You'd have to learn to power bottom first, Babygirl. She wasn't begging, she was giving orders.”

“If Owyn can't give you orders what hope do I have?” said Elan. He flinched, wracked by a sudden barrage of kicks. Calill soothed the kits before Elan could even react. She drew a line of kisses over Elan's gravid belly. The flaming kiss marks flickered apple-red and warm on his cream-colored fur. “Th-thanks, hon.”

“Sorry. I must've woken them when I got you all riled up,” murmured Calill. She pulled Elan under the covers so that the Ninetales was the little spoon. Her hands rubbed idly at his baby bump in case the kits hadn't fully settled.

“They're just sa- OOF -saying 'hi' to their Momma,” Elan stammered as he sustained another bout of quickening. It was weaker than the first thanks to Calill's warmth. He could tell when they were actually restless or when they were just stretching before settling down. Calill kissed him on the cheek and he hummed contentedly.

Calill gestured towards the freshly painted walls and new furnishings. “Can't believe this used to be your bedroom. Aideen certainly didn't waste any time.”

“I miss the purple. At least she chose flax blue instead of something ugly like beige,” Elan made a face.

“I can't believe you asked for a lavender bedroom and still had to come out to your mom,” teased Calill.

“Yeah,” said Elan vaguely. He cuddled deeper into Calill's embrace and lay comfortably with her in silence. Something itched in the back of his head: a grain of grit that prevented him from fully melting into cozy comfort. He fixated on the source of disquiet but struggled to verbalize his feelings. “Is... has Owyn been feeling alright? When he's with you, I mean.”

“Silly pup. He didn't hurt your feelings tonight, did he? When he called it 'a bit?'” Calill sighed. Nailed it, like she always did.

“It stung a little,” admitted Elan. “But then when he held us... I just can't get a read on him. Sometimes he's such a sweetheart and sometimes he's─”

“─An ass. You can say it,” grumbled Calill.

“You and him have been together longer. Have you figured out why he's, you know...” Elan trailed off.

“Why he's Like That?” said Calill. Elan felt the corners of her mouth twitch as she laid on his shoulder.

“Yeah.” Elan sighed. He hesitated from probing further. He didn't want Calill to betray any secrets Owyn had confided in her.

“I think he just needs space to process things right now. He'll be back to being our big 'ol puppy by tomorrow,” Calill said pensively.

"Did I do something wrong?" asked Elan piteously.

"You didn't do anything," assured Calill. “He's gotten too used to keeping people at arm's length. I doubt he expected our ruse to turn into... well, this. When people get hurt long enough they stop expecting good things to happen to them.”

“Do you feel that way, too?” Elan asked tentatively. He hated bringing up her family, even obliquely.

“Haven't in a good, long time,” Calill said warmly.

“I'm glad, but... what changed?”

“Good things happened to me,” said Calill. She held Elan close to her and kissed him in the crook of his neck. “I love you, Babygirl.”

“I love you too, Calill.”

---

Tyson

...Christmas Morning...

Tyson was careful to muffle his footfalls as he navigated his darkened house. It was well after midnight, officially Christmas Day, and the air was chilly. The cold didn't bother the firedog despite his current state of undress, but it made the floorboards prone to creaking. Soft light from underneath the door to the recently refurbished guest room enticed Tyson to cross the threshold.

Elan was resplendent atop the new bedspread selected by Aideen. Green firefly embers bathed the whole room in a phosphorescent glow. The light exposed the creme-colored flesh beneath the translucent fabric. Tyson stood dumbstruck. He drank in every curve, oblivious to the open door exposing him to the rest of the house. Elan snaked a tail out and shut the door. The soft click of the latch brought Tyson back to his senses.

"I thought you said you didn't bring that dress," said Tyson. He'd forgotten the sexy one-liner he'd been cooking up during his walk. Words could never do Elan justice anyway.

"I said Mom wouldn't like it, not that I didn't pack it," Elan muffled his giggles: Calill was nested serenely in her boyfriend's tails. "What took you so long, Daddy? Cal's already knocked out."

"Your Mom wanted a round two," Tyson said, pointing unnecessarily to the half-hard cock swinging between his legs. His flesh was sticky with residual cum and his wife's slick. "Should we wake Calill?"

"No, let the poor pup rest. Family drama always wears her out." Elan ran a hand protectively through Cal's hair that she'd only recently allowed to grow long.

Tyson drew close, content to keep this quality time between the two of them. "Thought I'd take a peek under the wrapping paper. Y'know, while everyone's asleep."

"Naughty boy," teased Elan, pitching upward into the voice but still keeping quiet.

Tyson's hands slid under the hem of the dress to caress his son. The stockings hugging his thighs were tighter than they used to be. A lot of the baby weight had gone to Elan's hips. His chest was flat save for two small, sensitive nubs hiding behind his voluminous chest tuft. But Tyson's hands kept coming back to the slope and heft of Elan's baby bump. His son's weakness for tummy rubs had grown exponentially since he hit the second trimester.

"You're so... beautiful, you know that," murmured Tyson. "You look just like she did when she was carrying you."

Elan looked up at Tyson. Their eyes both smoldered gaslamp blue in the darkness. "You really think I'm pretty like this? As pretty as Mom?"

"She was a knockout, even in turn-of-the-millennia maternity clothes," smiled Tyson. "But she was twice as sexy without them. Especially after she started to properly show like you."

"I bet Mom wasn't happy to see you so riled up," said Elan, conspiratorially. "I bet she wanted to discourage you from getting any big ideas, like putting a litter in her right after I was born?"

"Are you kidding?" scoffed Tyson. "Once the morning sickness was over she was insatiable. The moment I got home from my discharge she was jumping my bones eight times a week. I was fighting for my life to keep up with her."

"So that's where you got all your stamina," purred Elan. "It's a miracle I'm an only child."

"You were conceived while I was on a shore leave," said Tyson. "I'm sure your mother's magazines would have a lot to say about how the conditions weren't conducive to conception."

"I bet Mom found the back of your old truck verrrry romantic," smirked Elan.

"We made it work," shrugged Tyson.

"As you do," said Elan. His eyes kept darting back to Tyson's half-hard cock. His nostrils flared.

"Hope you don't mind the mess," huffed Tyson.

"Not at all," said Elan. He licked his chops and took the shaft from the side. Despite spending several minutes hanging in the chilly air, Tyson's cock was sweet and still warm from Aideen's flesh. The foxboi ran his narrow muzzle from the tip to knot and back to the tip again. His tongue darted to siphon up any mess his lips missed. He was interrupted by a suppressed giggle. "I can taste Mom on you."

"Sweet, isn't she?" sighed Tyson. His tail wagged but he forced himself to stop when it thumped against the nightstand.

Elan winked and resumed his ministrations. He cradled Tyson's low-hangers in his hands and bobbed his muzzle. It took very little time for Tyson to reach full erection despite having just shot two loads in Aideen half an hour ago. The 'Arc's hands resumed their worship of Elan's bountiful body. He wanted to groan but didn't dare disturb the silence of the night, so Elan's only warning was a sudden pulse that coursed through Tyson's knot. The soft gulp of Elan's swallows were distinct in the absence of other noise.

"Better than eggnog," cooed Elan, patting his belly with relish. "Thanks for the nightcap, 'Dearest.'"

"My pleasure, 'Lovely'," Tyson said with a wink. He cupped Elan's face with both his hands and brought their lips together. One of his thumbs wiped away a drop of his cum that Elan had missed as they kissed.

"Love you, Dad," sighed Elan when they broke apart.

"Love you too, Kiddo," said Tyson. He kissed Elan again on the cheek and then leaned across his son as if to kiss Calill while she slept. Instead, he snatched her wrist that lay near her crotch. Calill nearly busted when Tyson's wrist fluff brushed against her throbbing knot. She must've been edging since before he got here. "And don't think I didn't notice you pawing off the whole time, you delinquent."

Calill's fangs flashed from her nest of pillows and fox tails. "Don't act better than me. You'd have said something if it bothered you."

"Pervert," harrumphed Tyson. He stroked her girldick once, but once was enough. The Houndoom was reduced to a quivering mess and Elan hand to raise his tails like a shield to stop his girlfriend from staining his favorite dress. Tyson captured Calill's moan with a kiss.

"Heh. Love you too, 'Ol Timer," said Calill, out of breath and sticky from her own stripes.

Tyson recognized her use of Owyn's favorite epithet and stuck his tongue out at her. He left the pair on the now-musky bed but lingered at the door. "Merry Christmas, you filthy animals."