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Act 3: Chicken and Egg Rice Bowl

If they asked him to stay, he would have stayed.

The morning sun suddenly felt twice as intense now. It beamed upon him, bringing a heat that was at odds with yesterday's chilling atmosphere. Suddenly, Oswald's clothes felt twice as heavy... with his luggage feeling like it weighed a ton. It made him feel slow and lethargic, and not because of what he and Millikan did the previous night.

Millikan...

Vishtar...

Where were they? He could still feel the phantom touches of their hands and bodies against his. He could still hear their voices ringing in his ears. He could still smell the scents of their bodies. He could till see their face. Vishtar's alluring and mature smiles. Millikan's beaming and boisterous grin.

Already he longed for them.

“Heya, Oswald. That you?"

“Hm? Oh... hey Argyle..."

One week ago, Oswald departed the boat, coming down to Meridia Island for a vacation. And now, that very same boat was going to take him back home.

He stood on the piers where boats were docked, standing in the same place he stood at when he first arrived. Out before him on this sunny morning, was nothing but endless oceans. But he knew beyond the horizon there laid Station Heights.

Glancing over, Oswald's eyes befell Captain Argyle Turner; the old mastiff who was responsible for bringing him to Meridia in the first place. His fur was gray and his eyebrows were bushy, but Oswald could still see the grin on the captain's face.

“I've seen that kind of face before many times in my day," said the captain as he walked towards his ferry, “You look like a man who's come to a decision in life."

“Hm...? Wh... what are you talking about?" Oswald asked, to which the mastiff chuckled.

“Hm? Oh! Heh heh! Ain't nothin' boy, ain't nothin'," Argyle replied with a shake of his head, “Anyway, we're headin' straight for Station Heights. With you here, that means you're headin' back home, ain'tcha?"

“Well... uh..." Oswald nodded, “Yeah... yeah I am... going... bleh... home..."

His tongue curled even saying it.

“Welp, ain't no time by the present!" the captain said as he headed for his ferry, “Climb on board, boyo! It's time to get on outta here!"

“Y... yeah..."

Oswald held his head low, realizing that this was it: he was leaving Meridia, and going back to Station Heights. The calm and warm days of relaxation were gone now, and with them the two foxes he had come to learn and now long for. He could always come back yes; who said he wasn't aloud to take another vacation? But that day may be a long ways away if he were to one again slip into his old habits.

It pained his heart... but it didn't stop him from moving forward.

Oswald boarded the boat, but as he stood on its disembarking bridge, he turned to stare at Meridia once again. It was so calm and quiet now. Winds blew in from its hilltops, and rolled down towards the beaches. Usually at this time of day, there would be people already getting ready to perform their jobs. But now, everything was so silent.

It was just him and Argyle... and soon... it would just be him again.

“Alright... goodbye... Meridia... goodbye..."

He couldn't finish his words...

…

Home... sweet... home? Yeah, no. Even before he went to Meridia, he wouldn't say 'home sweet home'! There was nothing 'sweet' about it!

Sunshade Apartments had a lovely name, but it was downright diminutive and small. Every year there was someone knew living in one of these apartments. College students, young adults who have made poor decisions in life, older adults who have made even poorer decisions in life, and the odd fellow every now and then. The only ever constant fixture of these apartments was Oswald himself, who had lived here far longer than anyone else had.

Is that a good thing or a bad thing? No, no... it's a bad thing...

Like he had done for many days over the past four years, Oswald walked down Greene Avenue towards Sunshade Apartments. The first sight of it brought with him the familiarity of home, but it was a short-lived joy. With a dismissive sigh he tugged on the straps of his backpack and headed up towards the apartment complex, where yet another familiar sight and sound came to him.

“Well whadya know! My favorite tenet, Mr. Winters!"

“Hm... hey, Mr. Donner..."

Mr. Donner was Sunshade Apartments' owner, and Oswald's landlord. A cheery old man, he had this endlessly charming smile on his face, no matter who it was he was speaking to. And it seemed the old gray dog really loved to poke fun at his longest-staying resident, especially when said longest-staying resident always had a sullen, dour, no-nonsense expression.

But as Oswald returned to his home, Mr. Jerry Donner recognized something different about his tenet. The typically aloof young man now had this brightness to him, especially in his face. Where as before he was like a faded coin, now that coin had been neatly shined and cleaned, bringing back its radiant luster.

“Well now... you look like a man who's come to a decision in life!" said Mr. Donner, taking Oswald aback.

“I look like a... wait..." he shook his head, “That's the same thing the boat man said... ah... whatever..."

“So how was your vacation, sonny?" asked Mr. Donner as he looked at Oswald, “You did go to Meridia Island like I offered right? A swell little place, ain't it?"

“Uh... heh... yeah... it was," he answered as his lips curled into a smile, “It was really nice, Mr. Donner. The people there were really kind to me, even though they didn't know who I was. If they weren't so nice, I doubt I would have had as much fun staying there."

“Heh! That's just Meridia's island love, sonny!" the old dog replied, “The people there have always been the kindest, no matter what," he then raised an eyebrow, “And what of the inn you stayed at? Sunban Inn was it's name, right? If memory serves..." he rubbed his chin, “A fox and her daughter run the place, right? I think their names are... Vishitar and Millikan, am I right?"

“Uh..."

Oswald stopped. Jeeze, just hearing their names was enough to make him tense up in place. He opened his mouth to say one thing, but instead cut himself short as something else left his lips.

“Yeah... they were really sweet," he said, before shaking his head, “S-sorry, Mr. Donner, not to be rude, but the boat ride back was really exhausting. I'm just gonna head to my room, unpack my things, and go to sleep. I have work in the morning."

“Oh yeah, yeah! I know, kiddo, I know!" said the dog as he shook his head, “For a young'un like you, workin' is the only thing on your mind! I was the same way some... twenty... no... thirty... maybe forty years ago. I'd argue I may have still been that way, if I didn't meet my wife. Sometimes you don't know what's important in life, until someone else teaches ya."

“Huh..."

Again Oswald felt the need to say something, but again he cut himself short.

Waving at his landlord, he then checked his mailbox to see that... yup, nothing but adds. Figures; it's not like he has anything important going on in his life that would give him any letters. So... up to his apartment then: Room #19. He flipped out his keys, stuck it inside, twisted the knob, pushed it open, and...

Wow...

Like...

Seriously, wow...

His apartment was really tiny! Like... really, really tiny! The bed was at the back wall, one enters in through the kitchen, said kitchen leads to the bathroom, and his TV was on the wall before his table. There was a lot of empty space here, but said space only served to expose how small and empty this apartment was.

His mouth agape, Oswald walked into his apartment. Removing his backpack, he dropped it on his couch and sat down, while his eyes stared ahead to the television before him. In its dark surface, he could see his reflection, and how lost he looked. Both Mr. Donner and the ferryman said that he 'looked like a man who's come to a decision in life', but Oswald didn't even know what they were talking about. And even if he did, he didn't agree with them.

He didn't come to a decision in life. He could only think about the mistakes he's made. If he had come to a decision in life, he wouldn't be here. He'd be somewhere else. He'd be at a place with a beautiful beach, where the sun felt good, the winds were nice, and he could spend his days with two lovely women who's names were...

Ah... there it was again; that regret. A perfect time to be feeling it, eh? Having returned home, now sitting in his apartment; why couldn't he feel this earlier when he was still in Meridia? If he felt this intense, he may have made a different decision when he was still there. He may have never gotten on that boat. He may have turned around. He may have... he may have...

But he didn't.

Pulling on his backpack, Oswald began unpacking his things. He had work tomorrow... he couldn't dally...

“Hm..."

But boy... did he want to.

…

“Hey, Mr. Winters."

“Hello, Mr. Winters."

“Good morning, Mr. Winters."

“Hi, Mr. Winters."

“Yo, Oswald."

Well here he was again. Back on the same floor, of the same building, with the same people around him, staring at the same cubicle where the same computer sat. After a week away, Oswald returned to the same life he's known for the past four years.

A boring desk job. He went through... how many years of college? Four? No, five. He went through five years of college, just to land a boring desk job. A boring desk job at Gold Star Inc. yes... but a boring desk job nonetheless.

Here he could always be found in the halls of his office, always glued to his computer screen, and never a hair out of line. Working... working... working. The gray panel walls of his office building surrounded him. The window's blinders were slightly open to allow the sun in, and he could hear Dan and Lance casually talking at the water cooler. All the while, the whirring of computers and clicking of keyboards could be heard echoing out around him.

Wait... doesn't this feel a tad bit familiar? Like he's done this before? And not just once, not just twice... but over a hundred times already? Maybe a thousand times? Sometimes he'd come in even earlier to work. Sometimes he'd leave even later. But all the time, he'd be here; working... working... working...

Working... working... working...

For several years, this is the life Oswald knew. This singular computer screen before him, reading back information that he sifted through like a hot knife through butter. But what once was something he did out of duty, he now realized how utterly pointless it was.

Seriously, what was the point of all of this? Why did he wake up early to work endlessly within the same gray halls of a business he didn't even really like? And... yeah, that's true; he didn't really like Gold Star Inc. did he? He worked here because... because... because...

He worked here because what else is there to do? What else is a man supposed to do?

Men don't work because they like it or hate it; they're indifferent to it. They work because a man is supposed to work! His uncle worked, and that's what society told him. That men work, and work, and work, and work, and work, until they die. Maybe they get married. Maybe they have a few kids along the way. Maybe they become a fixture of the community. But one thing is certain; they will work, and they will die.

But as Oswald performed the duties that were practically instinctive to him, he suddenly...

Stopped.

Looking around, he stared at his surroundings while listening to the endless noise of everyone else working. Never had he done something like this before. Never had he just taken the time to stop and listen. And what he heard was not beautiful ocean waves, calming winds, or the voices of two foxes who lifted his spirits.

No... what Oswald heard was gears. Endlessly ticking and turning gears, that twisted and tumbled alongside one another. Gears that turned... and turned... and turned... and turned and turned and turned and turned and turned, to keep a machine going. A machine that cared not for the gears that operated it. A machine that would keep on going, even if one of those gears suddenly left.

That's what Oswald was: a gear. Others here had goals, had dreams, had aspirations. Oswald had none of that. He was just an emotionless, programmable, soulless, gear.

…

…

…

…

He didn't want to be a gear anymore.

…

He thought he'd get over this as the week went on. He thought these feelings would leave him, and he'd return to his life of simple, boring labor. He thought everything would just go back to normal.

But 'normal' was no longer good to him.

Day in and day out, Oswald went to work, then went home. Went to work, then went home. Went to work, then went home. But each time he did it, he felt his desires start to wane. No longer did work please him... or – more accurately – he realized that work was never pleasing in the first place. The endless cycle of it all had gotten its fangs in him years ago, and it was only now that he realized they were there.

And he was starting to pull them off.

Another day of work came and went, leaving Oswald's schedule empty. He had Fridays and Saturdays off, though he often spent them coming to work anyway. And when he didn't, these days were usually filled with mundane tasks like buying groceries. Outside of work, he truly had no life to call his own, no goal to work towards, nothing to aspire to.

Originally, he was blind to just how apathetic and dull his life was. Now, he was all too aware of it. His one week in Meridia with the Sunbans taught him that the life he was living, was not a life worth living at all. He wanted more than years of working at a boring job where he'll climb through the ranks. He cared not for lofty positions at a business that cared as much about him as they care about the other gears within its systems. What he wanted was... was...

He wanted them...

The night sky glittered overhead, while distant cars blared their horns below. After having suffered yet another long day of work, Oswald found himself looking forward to two days of nothing. He knew that there was a high chance he'd get a call from his job, asking him to come in to fill-in for someone or something... but this time unlike all other times, he doubted he'd actually answer said call.

He just didn't feel like working anymore.

Vacations are suppose to help a person unwind after many hours of work, right? Then they come back to work reinvigorated, and ready to excel at everything they do. But as he entered into his paltry apartment, Oswald did not feel reinvigorated. Throughout the week, he felt himself feeling worse. Every day he woke up not in that small rented room, without Vishtar and Millikan there to accompany him, left him feeling drained of life.

What was even the point of any of this? To work until he dies? Hah... just thinking about it brought a dry laugh to Oswald's lips. He could perfectly remember his conversation with Vishtar, and how much she pitied him when he said asked her what else is there to do but work. Now, he understood what else there was to do but work. Now he understood the pointlessness of not living life.

That's what Oswald had been doing up until now. He was living, yes, but only in the way that having a functional brain is technically living. But was he actually living? Tch... he only felt alive when he was at Meridia. Now he just felt... he felt... he felt like...

“Hm..."

Taking in a deep breath, Oswald walked over towards the windows of his apartment, opening them up so that he could listen on the sounds of the city. What once was gray noise, now felt louder than a poorly practiced rock concert... but far, far more ugly. There was no sweet, soothing winds, no beautiful oceans, no crisp air. The rural beauty of Meridia was gone now... and he wanted it back... he wanted them back. He wanted...

“Hm... man..." Oswald muttered to himself audibly as his shoulders slumped down and he shook his head, “I just... don't want this anymore..."

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Hm?"

Eyebrow raised, Oswald looked over his shoulder towards his door. Someone was out there? Naturally, he checked his phone first, wondering if he had unknowingly ordered takeout. But, no, he bought himself a meal on the way home from work today, so it wasn't a deliverer. Then... was it Mr. Donner? Perhaps the old dog wanted to tell him something about his rent?

Without even checking through his door's porthole, Oswald opened his door.

Two orange-red bodies quickly stepped in.

“Kufu~ this is the room of a single man these days? How... quaint..."

“Kee-hee-hee! And small! Very small!"

“Wh... what...?"

So astonished by what he saw and what he heard, that Oswald almost thought he had experienced ghosts. But then – with his eyes wide and mouth agape with shock – he turned around to face the two who entered his home.

Vishtar... Millikan... they were here! The matronly vixen was on his right in overalls and a shirt, while the boyish fox was on his left in shorts and a midriff baring top. But, whoa, whoa, whoa, they were here!? In his apartment!?

WHAT WERE THEY DOING HERE IN HIS APARTMENT!?

“V-Vishtar!? A-and Millikan!?" he said, staring at them like he was seeing visions, “What are... what are you... wh-what!? I... but... the island... and... how did--"

“Kufufufufu! Look at him, Milli. He's so happy to see us, he can't even form words," Vishtar said, causing her daughter to snicker, “Aren't you glad we're here? You can say that... we came on our own little vacation to the mainland."

“V-vacation? To the mainland...?" he muttered back, “But... wh-why here?"

“Kee-hee-hee! To be with you, silly!" said Millikan as she knuckled his shoulder, “We knew you lived here, and we didn't want to stay at some smelly motel! So... why not stay at your smelly apartment? Speaking of which... sniff sniff sniff... mm... it is pretty smelly... but I kinda... like it..."

“You came but... how did you even know where I lived?" he asked back, making Vishtar chuckle.

“Kufufu! Remember, Oswald? You signed in some papers for me when you stayed out our inn. Including your name and address."

“Huh? Oh... r-right... I did," he groaned whilst face palming himself, “But... vacation? H-here? With me?"

“You're such a puppy, Oswald," Vishtar replied, “And I can see you're so drained. Ah... young boys like you weirdly have a sense of duty, after all. Though... you should really think about cutting your anxieties out of your life. You'll be much happier for it!"

Oswald opened his mouth to say something back, but the shock of the situation stole the words from him. Millikan and Vishtar... were here! After a week of not seeing them, both foxes were standing in his apartment, smiling at him. He looked at the the mother daughter duo, his heart picking up in pace. And they?

They looked at one another.

“Keh heh! Ozzie-wald's face is the widest I've ever seen it be," Millikan quipped, “I didn't even know it could get that wide! Keh!"

“Oh, stop teasing the poor boy, Milli," Vishtar said as they both walked to his side, “He's just... astonished is all. Kufu... I find this face of his rather cute, personally. Now then... Oswald...?"

“Uh... y-yeah...?"

“Could you bring in our luggage? It's right over there,"

He turned, looking at the doorway while Vishtar and Millikan chuckled into his ears. Just as they said, their luggage – two decently sized suitcases – were right at his doorway. Smiling in a hapless manner, Oswald pulled their suitcases in, sitting them behind his kitchen counter. When he turned, both of the foxes were looking at his things, quizzically tearing them apart with their eyes.

It made him feel rather embarrassed.

This wasn't the small though still warm room he rented from them, no. This apartment... was just that; an apartment. Looking around, Vishtar took note of just how empty it was. Very few items were actually in here; nothing a person could latch on to in order to tell the personality of the person who owned this room. No pictures or photos or portraits, no books or comics or even porn magazines, not even figurines or busts of some random show or movie he liked.

So... what did Oswald have? He had a couch... a table to eat and drink on... a desk to do his work at the back beside his bed and window... he had a TV on top of a shelf with his TV box... and a DVD player (but no DVDs... weird...) and a game system...

Which... also had no games... even weirder.

You take a look at this apartment, and you know exactly what it is. It's not a home of any sort. This is a place a person sleeps in, and nothing else.

Oswald knew they could see it. This room was pathetic and lonely, with no sense of warmth and life to it. It embarrassed him sharing this personal space of himself with the two; they deserved better than this. And honestly? He deserved better than this too.

He was just only now realizing it.

“Oswald...?" Vishtar said as she looked at him.

“Yes, Vishi?"

“Where's your shower? Kufu... the boat ride here was rather testing, won't you agree?"

“Uh... heh... yeah..." he smiled, his thumb pointing towards the bathroom, “It's right over there, Vishtar."

“Great! Now come on, Milli. Let's get out of these funky clothes!"

“Keh! I'm right behind ya, Mom!"

Despite his bathroom being rather small, the two walked in and closed the door behind them, leaving Oswald alone to his thoughts. He still couldn't get over the fact that they were here! The last time he saw them was at Meridia! They were waving farewell as he made the walk from Sunban Inn to the docks. He thought they would have joined them considering all they had done with – and to – one another during the week... but he was wrong.

And now – one week later – they were suddenly here at his home!? Oswald literally pinched himself just to make sure this was happening, and he wasn't having a dream. Already, their presence had an affect on him, bringing a warm smile to his dour lips. When he sat on his couch, he stared at the bathroom door, waiting for them to eventually emerge.

Only to realize that... huh... he had more than a few cobwebs around. Maybe he should do something about that? Yes! He really should!

Ah! Messy, messy, messy! So this is what it's like to bring a girl over and realize your apartment is a wreck! He never thought he'd experience something like this.

After a short while, Oswald could hear the bathroom door open, causing him to tense up. Wheeling around, his eyes fell on said door, watching as mist and steam flowed out. It masked the two foxes inside, but he could hear the giggles coming from Millikan's lips as she came closer and closer and closer until--

“Gotcha!"

“Ghuh!?"

Her arms wrapped around his neck as she pounced him, causing the two to fall on his couch. After recoiling from the fall, Oswald's eyes befell the smiling fox who rested atop him. Her orange-red fur was glistening softly from her recent shower, and she had already put on her night shorts and shirt.

Millikan's face being so close to his helped calm and warm him... while also reminding him of the things they did to one another the day before he left. That is until Vishtar walked up next, wearing a simple nightgown unlike her daughter. She too smiled at him, which also helped relax Oswald... and serve to help bring back memories of what they had done during his week long stay.

In fact...

Both Millikan and Vishtar were here, in his apartment.

Alone...

Huh...

Why did he suddenly feel so overwhelmed?

“I uh... I'm sorry my room was so messy," he muttered, trying to shake his mind free of those more arousing thoughts, “I cleaned it a bit..."

Both Vishtar and Millikan looked around, eyebrows raised.

“Did you...?" said the matronly vixen.

“Yeah, kee-hee! It's not like you have a lot of things in your apartment to be messy, Ozzie-wald," Millikan added on with a cheeky grin.

“I... uh... um..." he blushed and shook his head, “Well... I guess you're right; my room is pretty empty. B-but... now that you're here and have both showered..." he leaned up, “Are you really here on vacation?"

“Oh my..." Vishtar muttered as she sat beside Oswald, joining Millikan who sat on his other side, “How many times do I have to tell you that, yes, we're here for vacation! When you left Meridia, I realized how long it's been since I've been to the mainland. And, well... Vishtar has always wanted to go, so... no time like the present!"

“Yeah, we both wanted to come, and since you're the only guy who we know here, why not room in with you during our vacation?" Millikan said, “So you're gonna show us around Station Heights! Gosh, I'm so excited, I wanna see it all!"

“I had to keep a leash on my daughter when we arrived. She just wanted to run off and explore everything! Soooo..." she reached over, placing a hand on Oswald's chest, “Get ready, Ozzie-wald. You're gonna be showing us around tomorrow. I'm dying to see the place you were so desperate to run away from."

“Uhhh... heh... yeah... heh... good thing you showed up today; I don't have work tomorrow. It almost feels... planned in a way."

“Does it? Well... if it is so 'planned', I hope you have a bed we can sleep on."

“Uh... I... well..." he shook his head, “You can sleep on my bed... I suppose."

…

Bodies. He felt bodies on him. Lovely bodies. Furry bodies. They rubbed against him. Ground against him. Touched him. Loved him. The voluptuous and busty form of a blue-collar vixen. The lithe and firm body of a tomboyish fox. They rubbed him... they kissed him... they licked him... and when they spoke, it was in unison.

“Oswald... stay with us..."

“Ozzie-wald, don't go..."

“Oswald..."

“Ozzie-wald..."

“Oswald...?"

“Ozzie-wald?"

“Wake up!"

“Huh?"

The gleaming rays of sunlight scattered upon Oswald's face, causing him to wince and recoil. It took him several more seconds to finally open his eyes, and when he did, his gaze befell the smiling face of a matronly vixen on one side, and the curious face of a boyish fox on the other. The duo were already dressed in shorts and shirts; an airy, sporty attire for a sunny day out on the town. Meanwhile, Oswald was a half-conscious lump on his couch, still wearing his nightwear.

“Hmm... h-huh? Wh... what's going on? Something wrong?" he asked as he rubbed his eyes.

“Yes, there's something wrong!" Millikan replied, “You're still asleep, Ozzie-wald! Come on! Wake up, wake up! What kind of vacation is this I our guide is gonna sleep in all day."

“G... guide...?" he repeated, making Vishtar chuckle.

“Remember? I said we came to the mainland to be with you. Doesn't that kind of imply that we expect you to be our guide around?" reaching over, she not only flaunted her cleavage, but also nudged his shoulder, “Alright, Oswald. Up and at'em! Get in that shower; we want to see everything Station Heights has to offer!"

“Yeah! Kee-hee-hee!" Millikan added on, “You're lazy days on Meridia are over! It's our turn to be lazy! Though..." she cocked her head, “I'm not too good at being lazy... eh! Whatever! I know I'll still have fun, kee-hee-hee!"

“Uh... lazy... guide...? Haah..." shaking his head, he leaned up, “Uh... heh heh... I'll guide you but..." and then his lips curled into a hapless smile, “I can't promise I'll do a good job of it. I barely know Station Heights myself."

“Jeeze, Ozzie-wald! You're so boring!" Millikan teased as she flashed him a grinning smile,

“Milliiiii..." groaned Vishtar, before smiling herself, “Well... kufu... I suppose we all can take the time to enjoy ourselves and explore all that Station Heights has to offer. Kufufufu! Think of it like... ah! Think of it like you're just moving in for the first time!"

“Yeah, keh! But this time, you have two beautiful vixens walkin' around with ya!" Millikan tacked on, “I bet that'll put some pep in your step! You'll be the envy of everyone!"

“Uhh... are you sure about that...?" he replied, garnering a punch to his shoulder.

“Keh heh heh! Looks like someone finally found their comedic side! I almost didn't realize you could tell a joke, Ozzie-wald!"

“Alright, alright, enough joking around you two," said Vishtar as she started tugging on Oswald's opposite shoulder, “The sun's just risen! I'm sure there's a lot of people already out and working. Sooooooo... get into the shower. We'll cook breakfast."

“Yeah! Keh! We figured you probably wouldn't have much here... and I gotta say..." she glanced over to his empty kitchen, then looked back, “We were totally right!"

“So we brought some things with us back to Meridia. I have to say, Millikan was really looking forward to making breakfast for you."

“H-hey! Mom! Don't tell him that!" Millikan cried... only for her face to grow more bashful, “B-but... she is right... so..." and then she too started tugging on his shirt, “Get up and shower, Ozzie-wald! The sooner you come out, the sooner I can feed you your waffles!"

“Huh... waffles..."

A home-cooked breakfast? If the prospect of ferrying around these two, ahem, 'beautiful vixens' around didn't get him off of the couch, the idea of eating actual food did. Having returned to Station Heights, Oswald realized just how bland his meals were. Nothing but bowls of cereal in the morning, and basic burgers at night. Occasionally Mr. and Mrs. Donner would share some of their meals with him, but those were rarities. This week, Oswald even went out on a limb, and had breakfast at a nearby diner. And though the food was really good... it wasn't as good as their food.

Besides... even if he didn't want to get up, these two weren't going to take 'no' for an answer. They pulled him up to his feet, and then pushed him towards the bathroom door, all while filling the air behind them with their chuckles and giggles.

Up until he slipped through the door, and closed it behind him.

And...

Huh...

“What the heck...?"

There were so many hair and fur care products here. Like, Oswald – for how bland he can be – is a very immaculate man. He always made sure to take good care of his outward appearance, often times spending his days off from work at the gym. Why? Because... well... again... what else is he supposed to do? Besides, he's supposed to make himself look presentable for work.

However...

He had only one shampoo and hair tonic, and he definitely didn't have anything meant for fur! Because, ya'know, he's a human. Soooooooooooo...

“Jeeze... do they really need all of this...?" he muttered as he ran his eyes along the many bottles lining his meager shower stall, “Huh... and... uh..." he closed his eyes, “Weren't they... showering in here last night... together? Ah... uh?"

Bodies. Beautiful, furry, naked bodies. The youthful frame of a boisterous fox, and the alluring figure of a voluptuous vixen. He imagined them perfectly in his mediocre shower, grasping at one another, clinging to one another, rubbing against one another, while being drenched in pristine water. He could imagine the water perfectly sliding down the busty bosom of the older vixen, only to be caught into the cleavage of the younger fox's firm chest. All the while, the two would glisten like the beautiful goddesses they were.

And as they stood there, smiling at one another like effervescent idols, they'd turn to him and say--

Oswald...

Ozzie-wald...

Smack!

Yes. He slapped himself.

What the hell was going on with his mind? First that dream, and now he was fantasizing about them? Haaah... this is too weird!

Is this a normal thing? He did sleep with both Millikan and Vishtar during his stay at Meridia, so it would be weirder if he didn't imagine their naked bodies. But that only served to remind him of the strange situation he was in. Seriously, both Sunbans? He couldn't sleep with just one of them; he had to sleep with both?

And now his mind was assaulted by the lewd thoughts of Vishtar and Millikan beckoning him... together. The idea of feeling their bodies assault him, overwhelm him, at the same time, was a thought far too erotic – far too lovely – to ignore. Perhaps it would be okay to fantasize about only one, but to think about both in unison? What did that say about him?

That he was a lewd? Ugh...

Oh well... at least the stinging pain of his self-inflicted slap was enough to take his mind off of his own arousal. Instead, he could think and worry about what he'll have to do as their guide around Station Heights. Seriously, he barely knew the city, and he's lived here for years! Again, what does that say about him?

Well... it says that he was about to have a very interesting time. Where do they go first?

Oswald turned the knob of his shower.

…

“Uh... what's this?"

“It's called a Transit Card. You use them to ride the metro."

“The metro? I thought you had a car, Ozzie-wald!"

“A car? On my salary in this city where parking spots cost an arm and a leg? Get real!"

With a name like Station Heights, is it surprising to know that the city's lifeblood was its metro system? There were five stations in Station Heights: North Station, South Station, East Station, West Station, and Central Station. Obviously, they were located at the five corners of the city... wait, is the center of the city considered a 'corner'?

No... no it's not...

Central Station was where they were, and it was without a doubt the largest – and busiest – station in all of Station Heights. Rested in the city's heart, all of its buses, all of its trains, and all of its trolleys, all start and end here. And when all of them come through this facility at one point or another, be prepared to see a lot of people. Almost too much people.

All around them buzzed hundreds if not thousands of conversations, creating a cacophony of sound broken up by the occasional intercom system, or the rumbling arrival and departures of trains and other vehicles. Compared to Meridia Island, it was like night and day! Their home was a quiet, sleepy, lovely island, where everyone knew everyone, and things were so personal.

But here? It was so impersonal! Who were these people brushing along side them? What was going on with their conversations? How does someone deal with all of this madness!? For Vishtar, she could recall previous times she had to navigate such areas in order to deal with all of this noise. For Millikan? Well...

She certainly was putting on a brave front.

The boisterous young fox was used to being the most lively person in Meridia now that most others around her age had left. But this place ran circles around her, moving at ten-times the speeds she would. Was this what the mainland was like? Just a constant 'go, go, go, go'? Did it ever stop?

“How do you deal with this all the time, Oswald?" Millikan asked as he handed her a thin card.

“Deal with... what?" he replied before looking around, “All of this?" he shrugged his shoulders, “Uh... I don't know... it's just normal for me. I come through Central Station all the time in order to get to my job which is in the northern parts of the city. So this isn't too much of an issue. Here's your card, by the way."

“Ah... right... thanks, Ozzie-wald! Keh!"

This 'Transit Card' was a thin black and silver card with a train on its surface. It kinda reminded her of a credit card, but at the same time it didn't. To everyone else, this was a mundane card to help hold money for the metro system. For Millikan, it felt like a key card straight out of a sci-fi movie!

“So... what do I do with this?" she said as her thumbs traced its smooth surface, “Wow... it's so shiny."

“When we get to the trolley, there'll be a machine at the entrance and in front of its conductor. Just slide it in, and take it when it pulls out," Oswald explained, “I put 20 dollars on the card, but the trolleys usually take off 2 or so dollars. Ah!" he looked over at Vishtar, “And here's one for you, Vishi."

“Kufufu, thank you, Oswald. You're such a gentleman."

Handing her the card, the vixen's green eyes traced its surface, before returning to Oswald. There was something different about the dour young man who came to her in Meridia. Not only was his face bright, but he carried himself with this sense of ease that was hard to ignore. Millikan was fidgeting in place from how maddening the station was, and even Vishtar felt uncomfortable with all of these people walking and talking around her, but to Oswald, it was all white noise. He wasn't bothered, wasn't confused, he just looked like...

Meh...

Admittedly, his ability to handle all of this was rather... cool. Gosh, it had Vishtar blushing, and her chest fluttering. He was so casual about all of this, and yes, she knew it was because he lived here, but it really felt like they were now in Oswald's element.

“This way," he said as he gestured to the distance with his thumb, “The next trolley – Z6 – should be arriving soon. Unless you wanna hang out around here for another hour, I suggest we get there on time."

“Yes! I agree!" Millikan said almost too excitedly. She just wanted to get the hell out of here!

Oswald took a step forward, where he was immediately latched upon by the young fox and her voluptuous mother. Like in his apartment earlier that morning, Vishtar was on one side, while Millikan was on the other, and both were holding his hands. The tomboy of a fox had his hand in a vice-like grip, her blue eyes darting left and right as if incredulous to their messy surroundings. Her mother meanwhile had her grip being tender, though no less firm. Both held tightly, and both followed along as he led them to where the trolleys disembarked.

Ahh... something about this felt so nostalgic to Vishtar. Walking somewhere, hand in hand with a lover, while her daughter holds his other hand. Unconsciously, she intertwined her fingers with Oswald's, holding hands with him like lovers would. Then her green eyes gazed over, staring upon his face as he guided them to their destination.

So handsome. So kind. So... reliable.

There was a void in Vishtar's heart, a void left by a man whom she loved... but didn't love her as much back. And while it may be a swelling of emotions that funneled through her, she could easily say that Oswald was reteaching her how it felt to be whole again.

But...

She shouldn't feel this way. Everything she did with Oswald, she did to further along his relationship with Millikan. She shouldn't long for him. Her chance at a stable relationship was long gone; decades ago no less. She just needed to let those two be together...

At least... that's what Vishtar told herself.

“Alright, here's the trolley," Oswald said as they arrived at the outdoor deck, “Remember, slide your card in the panel when we step through the door."

“I hope it's not as stuffy in the trolley as it is in this station," Millikan said as she stuck out her tongue, “I'd rather walk to our destination... in fact..." she then looked up at him, raising an eyebrow, “Where are we going again?"

“Amber Avenue," he answered, “It's located in the south side of the city, and where most of the stores and malls are. We can explored there and head to the west side on foot, which'll bring us to Station Beach. By the time we get there, it should be late, so we can eat at whatever restaurant you'd like."

“Bleh! Station Heights, Central Station, Station Beach! Station, station, station! This place loves stations!"

Millikan's mini rant made both Vishtar and Oswald chuckle, up until the ringing Ding! Ding! Ding! of an oncoming vehicle echoed out. Staring out from the deck they stood on, the trio watched as a trolley came driving on its track before them. To the two foxes, it looked like a machine straight out of a movie with how sleek and modern it looked, with its smooth yet angular edges. There was nothing like this on Meridia Island, where everything was pushing towards a decade in age!

The trolley came to a stop, and its doors opened.

“Wow..." Millikan muttered in shear disbelief.

Stepping onto the trolley, her wide blue eyes gazed upon its clean and slick interior. Again, she felt like she was stepping onboard a starship with how everything went over her head. The blues, the whites, the blacks; perfectly blending together in this elegant and professional dance dance... though the wide variety of ads on display were certainly tacky. Still, there was nothing like this trolley in Meridia.

“Huh..."

“Uh... ma'am..." said the trolley's driver, an older looking human fellow, “You're pay, ma'am."

“Huh? Oh! Right! Keh heh! M-my pay!" Millikan said as she smiled sheepishly, “Riiiiiiight! Here ya go, Mr. Busman!"

Sliding her card into the console before the trolley's driver, the young fox watched the numbers beam back, deducting two dollars and sixty scents from her twenty dollar card. When said card slid back out, she gleefully swiped it out, where she marveled at its surface.

“Wooooooww..." the fox muttered, enamored by the card in hand as she started heading towards the back of the bus.

It was cute and charming how she found such interest in something so mundane. Oswald chuckled, then wondered if he was like that when he first moved to Station Heights... only to disregard such thoughts, then shift his gaze to Vishtar.

“You too, Vishi," he said with this charming smile on his lips, causing her to bashfully smile back.

“Such a gentleman, Oswald."

Being more familiar with such technology, Vishtar wasn't as starstruck as her daughter was when she paid for her ride. Oswald followed suit, and once they were all paid for, they walked to the back of the bus and sat down. And of course – somehow – he found himself stuck in the middle.

Both Vishtar and Millikan latched upon Oswald's hands, and both interlocked their fingers with his, tying them down like a knot. He looked down, where his mind was again assaulted by the images of their naked bodies, pressing against his. Closing his eyes, he tried dispelling the thoughts by thinking of something else... but it wasn't working. When he looked back up however, both Vishtar and Millikan's eyes were staring out the window, marveling at their surroundings once the trolley started moving.

Station Heights was a west coast city mostly populated by office buildings and apartment complexes... that is, if you were in the north, central, or east side of the city. Where they were heading however, things were growing far more livelier.

Depressing gray buildings were replaced with more colorful structures, and the dense concrete jungle was starting to open up. There was a lot more space to move around as their trolley rolled down the center of the street, surrounded by cars on all sides. And such lavish, cool, extravagant cars as well; cars driven not by stuffy businessmen and businesswomen, but instead more youthful and vivacious individuals.

Millikan and Vishtar's eyes grew wide at the gleaming city before them, and even Oswald let out a silent gasp of awe. When was the last time he rolled down to this side of the city? Years by this point.

Amber Avenue was certainly the crown jewel of decadence in Station Heights. Sure, it may not hold a candle to Oceanside's malls and commerce, but damn did it not matter when one looks around to see all of this! The many stores, the people talking and enjoying themselves, the fountains spritzing water into the skies, and above all, Amber Avenue Mall; a three-tiered mall with far too many stores to count, and far too large a size to quantify it all. When the trolley came to a halt and they stepped off, it was like they left the stuffiness of Station Heights behind, and entered into a whole knew world!

And all Millikan could say, was--

“Wow..."

Which was really becoming her mantra by this point.

“This place is huge, Ozzie-wald!" the fox said as she looked at him, “And you live in that small, boring apartment!? Why don't you live here?"

“Because the price of rent in this area is outrageous," he replied, before shaking his head, “Besides... I've never been too good in crowds."

“Kee-hee! Stop the presses! Ozzie-wald doesn't like large crowds. In other news, deserts are hot! Kee-hee-hee!"

Oswald smirked.

“Heh... that's funny coming from the girl who was hiding in my shadow at Central Station," he replied as he jostle her hand.

“Oh! Keh... th-that was me?" Millikan replied sheepishly, “Seems to have um... slipped my mind! Keh!" eyes scrambling, she pointed forward, “H-hey! It's our vacation, right? And mainland city girls really like to go shopping... right? Soooooo..." she began marching ahead, forcing Oswald to follow suit, “C'mon, c'mon! Let's go buy some clothes, Ozzie-wald!"

“Milli! Don't be so forceful!" Vishtar bemoaned, though her words fell upon deaf ears.

Under Millikan's pushy guidance, the trio entered into Amber Avenue Mall proper, where the boyish fox's eyes grew wide. This wasn't like Central Station where everyone was busy, busy, busy! This was a place where hundreds of people were enjoying themselves! She could see friends, families... and yes, lovers too.

Lovers... huh...

Looking over, Millikan gazed up at Oswald, reading his indifferent face. It was impossible to not think of the things she did with him the night before he left, an further impossible not to think of the things he did with her mother as well. The both of them slept with the same man. The both of them had feelings for the same man.

What did that make him? Friends? No, they were closer than that. Family? Well, she was family with her mother, clearly, but not with Oswald. So... what, did that make them lovers? That last bit sounded the most appropriate. They were indeed lovers. She... and Oswald... and even... Vishtar too?

Lovers with her own... moth...

Millikan shook her head, attempting to dispel such taboo thoughts... and utterly failing to do so. Instead, she glanced over at Vishtar, reading the matronly vixen's face as she marveled at their surroundings. It brought back memories of the nights she spied on them sleeping with one another, and how her mother looked so erotic, so divine, so beautiful.

She didn't want to admit it to herself... but Millikan wanted to see that side of her mother again. Haah... how strange...

“Oswald?" Vishtar said, snapping his eyes over, “Since we are here shopping... kufu..." she smiled at him, “Why don't you bring Milli and I to the nearest clothing store? Since we're going to the beach later, I think we should have some swimsuits."

“S-swimsuits?" Oswald replied, his eyes widening, “But... w-wait... you didn't bring your own already?"

“Kee-hee! We did!" Millikan said as she pushed her shoulder up to his, “Buuuuuuuuuut, we left them at your apartment! And since it would totally be a waste of time to go back to the apartment, and then back to the beach... kee-hee! I agree with Mom; let's go buy new swimsuits! And maybe..." she shot him a wry eye, “We can model them for you?"

“Glk? M-model...?"

He's seen them naked. Both of them. And yet his mind was suddenly assaulted by images of them in skimpy bathing suits. Things like then ties and spaghetti straps, with triangle-shaped cups to help contain their breasts, and equally as skimpy panties to cover their womanhood.

But his imagination didn't stop there. What if Millikan wore something more cutesy, befitting her younger, boisterous attitude? Perhaps something like a one-piece bathing suit with frills? And what of Vishtar? She'd have to wear something elegant and mature, so why not a slingshot bikini?

No... no... that would be too revealing! And why was he having these thoughts anyway? Aaah! Why are bikinis somehow hotter than straight nudity?

Jab!

“Ah!"

“Kufufufu~! What's wrong, Oswald? You're face is beet red! Are you thinking about something... naughty?" Vishtar asked in a knowing manner.

“Kee-hee-hee! He's probably thinking about us in swimsuits! Look at how embarrassed he is, Mom!" she grinned as she nudged his arm again, “Maybe we shouldn't model for him. He looks like he'll explode if we so much as look at him funny!"

“N-no! I... aaah..." he groaned and shook his head, smiling through the blush on his face, “I'm... fine, seriously! But... heh... you two are right, I guess. Maybe I am being a bit... naughty... heh..."

“Kufufufufufu! I love that honesty of yours, Oswald," Vishtar replied before shooting him a saucy stare, “Then let's not keep you waiting. Take us to the nearest clothes store."

“I uh... huh..."

This is odd, right? Both mother and daughter were looking at him in a scandalous, amorous manner. Oswald had to wonder; is it normal for someone to sleep with both a mother and a daughter? No... no it's not. Still, even though he had done such a thing, shouldn't both of them not act so blatant about their desires?

Is this normal female behavior? As if anything about this is normal...

With thoughts of the Sunbans in bikinis fueling him, Oswald guided the duo to the nearest apparel store he could find... which happened to have the name of 'Cleopatra's Riddle'. Now to those who don't know, Cleopatra's Riddle is a very, very fancy... meaning it was very, very expensive. Like... way more expensive than what was necessary! But when one goes into their store? Yeah... they can understand why.

Entering inside, the store gave off an Egyptian vibe. The walls and floors were gold in color to emulate the sands of a desert, and there were quite a few busts of black cats standing around. And then there was the clothes. The sexy, alluring, elegant clothes! The sexy, alluring, elegant clothes with price tags in the hundreds!

Okay... maybe bringing them in here was a bad idea! But it was too bad to turn back now!

“Wow! Look at all of this!" Millikan cried, a smile on her lips as he sprung around between the risque bras and panties on display, “It just keeps going! There's so much!"

“Oswald..." Vishtar muttered as she tugged on his hand, “Is this okay? I knew we were gassing you up out there but..." she looked around briefly, “This all looks so expensive!"

“It is expensive," he replied in a hapless manner, before shaking his head, “But it's okay. I'd be lying if I said I couldn't afford it... but that doesn't make me some secret millionaire, remember that. Soooo..." nodded in a near defeated manner, though his lips curled into a smile, “I think I can go with buying the both of you at a swimsuit. One each..." he then swept his eyes over to the grinning Millikan, “One. Each."

“Why'd you point me out specifically? I ain't no ditzy city girl!" she replied, “Buuuuut, since you're so generous, Ozzie-wald, I'll try to no run your wallet dry! Keh heh heh!"

“Gee... thanks..." he replied in a snarky manner, making her laugh back with equal sass.

Quickly Millikan vanished into the droves of clothes, leaving Oswald alone with Vishtar. She looked at him, drawing his eyes towards her face as she danced her fingers along his chin.

“I have to say... you're rather... cool, Oswald," said the vixen to his surprise.

“C-cool...?" he muttered back.

“Kufufufufu~! Don't wait up for us..."

Refusing to elaborate further, Vishtar walked into the collection of clothing along with her daughter, leaving Oswald along to contemplate her words. Cool? Him? Even that seemed like a stretch! But the praise still struck a chord within him, making him chuckle and grin.

Yeah, Oswald Winters... cool... ha!

But you know what wasn't cool?

Ring-Ring-Ring!

The sound of his phone buzzing.

Tensing up, Oswald looked down to his hip and pulled his phone from his pocket. Just as he foretold the previous day, he was getting a phone call from his job. The chances were high that – as usual – someone either called off or didn't show up to work, meaning they were turning to old reliable to hopefully fill in for one of them. And if this was any other day before last week, he would have been dressing up to go to work.

But not today...

Cutting the ringing short, Oswald stuck his phone into his pants and shifted his gaze back, smiling softly at Vishtar and Millikan as they searched through the droves of clothes. Right here, right now, the last thing he wanted to think about was his soul-sucking job. Why would any man think about work when he has two beautiful vixens to spend time with?

As his focuses shifted back to the reality in front of him and sat down at a nearby chair, a smile appeared on Oswald's lips. He felt lively, felt energetic, felt... bright. Yeah, that's the best way to describe it; he felt bright, like the sun on a cloudless day in the middle of an open field. It was a feeling he either had never felt before, or he didn't remember feeling before due to it being a long time. Regardless, it was a feeling he enjoyed, and it was all thanks to them.

Even if his wallet would be left crying after it was said and done.

“Oh! I really like this one!" Millikn gleefully announced as she pranced about with an elegant package in hand.

“Hmm... isn't that a big risque for a public outing, Milli?" Vishtar replied as she leered at the two-piece garment within.

“Kee-hee-hee! That's rich comin' from you, Mom! It's not like the package in your hand is particularly 'modest', wouldn't you agree? Keh! Besides, it's not like anyone from Meridia's gonna be there to recognize us! Might as well enjoy ourselves!"

“Hmm..."

The two looked over, glancing as Oswald who sat idly by. He smiled at them, though they could read between the lines, seeing a hapless face that said 'Please, not too expensive!' In response, the two vixens chuckled, before quickly scurrying off to the changing rooms at the back, leaving him alone.

Leaning on his fist, a smile adorned Oswald's lips... only for them to fade when he heard the ringing of his phone yet again. And again he pulled it out, checking it over to read his job's name... where he quickly declined. For the first time in a long time, he was going to enjoy his day off.

Stuffing his phone back into his pocket, Oswald stared back at the changing room halls, waiting for the Sunbans to emerge. It would take a while – they must have really been checking themselves over in their reflections. He wanted to join them... excitedly thought of doing so in fact.

But he didn't... for obvious reasons.

And then the doors in the back opened, causing his excitements to grow again. What swimsuits did they buy? What would it look like on them? Did Millikan go for something cutesy and Vishtar for something scandalous? Or perhaps he had it the opposite; maybe the younger fox wanted to be vivacious, and her mother wanted to go for something more modest?

Or maybe neither... because they exited in their normal clothes.

“Wh-what...?" he muttered, to which Millikan giggled.

“KEE-HEE-HEE! HE LOOKS JUST AS EXCITED AS YOU SAID HE'D BE, MOM!" the young fox laughed, while her mother shook her head.

“Sorry, Oswald," she said whilst rubbing his chin, “We decided these were far, far too nice to just wear in this store. We'll save it for the beach. Kufu~ but your excitement to see us model for you has been... noted... kufufufufufu!"

Oswald blushed, having been called out by the two foxes for his lecherous desires. But that didn't stop him from smiling and then laughing along with them. At least he knew the two wanted to buy the swimsuits they had in hand.

That laughing didn't remain when he had to pay for their swimsuits. For a man who was struggling to take a vacation the previous week, Oswald felt that the two foxes were taking the term 'vacation' a bit too far!

Still, he bought them the packages. That was... what? Over two hundred dollars down the drain? Hgghghghghghghg...! Oswald wasn't sure if he was angrier at them for buying such expensive swimwear, or if he was angrier at himself for being incapable of saying 'no'. Regardless. Both Vishtar and Millikan happily hugged their packages close, before a sudden thought struck them.

“Hey... Ozzie-wald... what are you going to wear?"

“Uuuuhhhh..."

…

Station Beach! Like everything when compared to Meridia Island, things were like night and day. Meridia's beaches were quiet and vast, not to mention empty since the island had such a small population. Station Beach however was anything but empty.

Central Station was busy with how many people walked left and right. Amber Avenue Mall was dense with the number of people enjoying themselves as they shopped. But Station Beach? It was packed with the many people merely indulging themselves in the sun, the sands, and the sea.

Station Beach had Sound Boardwalk, which ran the gamut of the beach's edge. At one end was West Station where people could be seen getting on and off the metro trains. At the other end was Sound Park; Station Height's residential theme park. One could easily see it with its Ferris Wheel twirling in the distance.

And in the middle of the boardwalk, standing there in swim trunks, sandals, and a bright blue floral shirt that was unbuttoned in the middle, was Oswald. Shades on his face, he stared through the droves of people, his hands on his hips, and his mind wondering how the hell he ended up here in thee clothes.

Despite living in such close proximity of Station Beach, it was rare for him to actually go to Station Beach. Some would say that was a shame and a waste... and yeah, they'd be right! But he didn't really find a point in enjoying the beach. There were too many people around, it was too loud, and what could he get done here that couldn't be done at his apartment? The idea of actually relaxing at Station Beach never accord to him.

Is that surprising?

But Oswald wasn't alone, even if he looked like it. Glancing over, he stood between two changing rooms, waiting for the foxes inside to finally reveal himself. Impatiently waiting mind you, as his foot tapped against the ground. Just what did they buy that required them to take so much time? All he had to change too, and he did it in a fraction of the time they were taking! This wait had better be worth it!

The doors opened.

“Oh Ozzziiiieee-waaaaalld!"

And uh... yeah...

It was totally worth it.

The doors to the changing room opened, revealing the Sunbans and... Oswald was both right and wrong. They did decide to wear clothes that one would consider risque, while the other wore something more cutesy. However, he was wrong in who wore what.

Vishtar wore a shimmering white and gold bikini, one with frills on its bodice, and a skirt for its bottoms... a skirt that itself was tied at both hips. The center of the bikini top was also tied tight, while the straps of it were wrapped both around her neck and her back.

And then there was Millikan. Her swimwear was made of a more stretchy material, one which clung and clinched upon her boyish frame. Black and gold in color, the bikini top was a criss-cross halter, one held together by a gold ring right on her clavicle. The bottom of the bikini meanwhile hugged and clinched upon her pelvis.

Standing there before the two, Oswald's eyes were wide. Fortunately, his shades covered his mindless gawking. Unfortunately, his shades didn't cover the rest of his blushing face!

“Kee-hee-hee! Look at him, Mom!" Millikan said as she walked to Oswald's side, bumping his hip with her own, “He's so stunned, he can't even speak! Good thing we didn't model for him at the store! His face right now is priceless!"

“Kufufu... close your mouth, Oswald. We don't want you catching flies!" Vishtar said as she closed his mouth for him.

“Glh... mmph..."

Blushing furiously, Oswald closed his eyes while a near defeated sigh left his lips. But the embarrassment he felt didn't last for long, as his lips eventually formed into a smile. If the situation was absurd for them, then imagine how it felt for him!

“Sorry you two," he apologized whilst looking left and right, “You two... look great though!"

“What? Just great? Kee-hee-hee! I thought you'd use a bigger word than that!" Millikan teased.

“Uh... how bout... you two look amazing? Divine, even?"

“Divine?" the young fox's ears and tail twitched, “Ah! I like the sound of that most of all! Keh!"

“You look nice yourself, Oswald," Vishtar said as she looked him up and down, “I like the more vibrant trunks and shirt; it's far better than your usually gray attire. I'm happy we picked them out for you at the mall!"

“Although... I gotta say, seeing you in such colorful clothes is a bit odd. I'm so used to those boring gray slacks you usually wear!"

“Now then..." Vishtar said as she tossed up her hair, “You're are guide, are you not, Oswald? Please, guide us to the beach. I want to see everything Station Heights has to offer."

“Uhh... right... heh..." nodding, he stepped forward, “Just... follow me... I guess..."

“Keh heh! Don't sound too excited, Ozzie-wald!"

Side by side by side, Vishtar, Oswald and Millikan all walked towards the beach. He was supposed to be guiding hem, but they were quick to spring forward. Gleefully, the younger fox pranced about in the sands, laughing as she walked around the many other droves of people. Vishtar was more relaxed, as expected of a woman.

Even with the dozens of people around, Millikan and Vishtar were like beacons in how his eyes were attracted to them. The voluptuous vixen on his left, the wind blowing through her long, crimson hair, while her white bikini gave her this pristine glow.

Then you have Millikan, jovially bouncing around with her face in a permanent, boisterous grin. The black bikini she wore was at odds with her personality and appearance, but in a good way. It didn't clash, but enhanced, making her into a vivacious young woman that helped match her boisterous attitude.

“Aaah! Oooh! The water's so cold!" Millikan cried as she splashed about in the waves, “Kee-hee-hee! Hey! Mom!"

“Hm? What's wrong?" Push! “Ah!?"

Splash!

One moment Vishtar was standing beside Oswald. The next moment she was falling into the cool waters of the ocean! Propping herself up on her shoulders, the matronly vixen stared up at her daughter, watching as she giggled above her. Pouting for a moment, it didn't take Vishtar long before she stood up, and--

“Gah!? Mom!"

Splash!

Now it was Millikan's turn to be ducked under the water, covering her completely, and forcing her to rise up. When she did, she saw her mother bend over and laugh at her, owning a grin comparable to her own.

“There! Kufu! Now we're even!" Vishtar said, causing her daughter to chuckle back.

“Lucky shot, Mom..." she muttered... only to then turn and face Oswald, “Heeeeey... you're not wet yet, Ozzie-wald!"

“I'm not... what?" he ignorantly replied, not realizing what she was talking about... until it was too late.

“Hah!"

“Huh? Ooff!?"

Splash!

“Kee-hee-hee!"

“Kufufufufufufu!"

Their taunting laughter filled the air around him, though Oswald was busy getting water out of his ears. Completely drenched in ocean water, he looked up at the two laughing vixens, shooting them an annoyed glare as he focused his gaze on the boisterous one in particular.

“Come here you!" he shouted as he raised up, taking Millikan aback.

“Huh!? Oh!"

Splash!

In a sudden dash, Oswald pounced upon Millikan, pinning her beneath his broad body, and ducking her into the waters. It all splashed and rushed upon her boyish form, matting down her already wet fur, and causing her to glow all the brighter. Looking up at him, Millikan couldn't help but to giggle, and then laugh, finding this side of him far different from the tense man he was before.

Her laughter was infectious. Before long, Oswald felt himself laugh too at the silliness of their situation. If this was a week ago, he wouldn't have even imagined of doing something like this! But now, he was laughing so hard it was difficult to breathe!

But... wait... there were three of them, right? Which means...

“Vishi?"

“Hm? Oswald?"

Pull!

“Ah!?"

Splash!

There! That was better!

Vishtar collapsed upon Oswald, tossing up more water as the three of them laid upon the beach's edge. The rushing waves cascaded upon them, covering the trio s they laughed and laughed and laughed. They laughed so hard, they couldn't laugh anymore, with it eventually melting away into sighs.

Staring up to the skies overhead, Oswald smiled blissfully at the heavens above, while Vishtar and Millikan laid beside him. This feeling... just what was this feeling he was experiencing? The laughter, the fun, and sharing it all with the Sunbans... just what was the word to decribe it?

Ah... yes... he knew it now...

It was joy. Oswald was feeling joy.

“Haaaah... ooh... this is so much fun," he muttered as he sat up, his eyes staring off to the ocean's horizon.

“Kee-hee... I'll say..." Millikan replied as she sat up beside him, “Buuuuuut... you know what would make this even funner?"

He chuckled.

“And what might that be, Mill?"

“Ice cream," Vishtar answered as she too leaned up beside him, “Tell me, Oswald... is the ice cream here better than the ice cream in Meridia?"

“Heh heh... I doubt that..." he replied whilst standing up, “But... heh... we can give them a try..." extending his hands, he smiled at them, “Come on. Let's go."

…

Oswald is 27 years old. That might not be the longest time one can spends on this earth; hell, some would say it was incredibly short! But whether it was 27 years, or 270 years, he says this with no hyperbole...

Today was the most fun he's ever had in his entire life.

“Aaaaahh! That was fun! Ooooh! I wanna ride the Ferris Wheel again!"

“We already rode it three times, Millikan! Come on. For a change, let's give Oswald's wallet a break!"

“I concur..."

It was thirty or so minutes past seven o'clock, and the sun was setting on the ocean waves. Station Heights was transitioning to its night life now, with street lamps flicking to life, and distant buildings illuminating the night sky. Cars and trains and trolleys could still be heard rumbling about, even as Oswald guided the Sunbans back to his apartment.

He pushed open the door, flipped on the lights, walked inside, and--

“Ghhhg..."

Pmph!

Fell face first into his couch.

“Kee-hee-hee! Are you okay, Ozzie-wald!" Millikan said as she sat down beside him.

“I'm fine," he answered whilst pulling up from his couch, “I'm just uh... gosh... heh..." and he smiled, “You two are draining, I have to say. The beach, the boardwalk, the amusement park. Heh... I've got but so much energy in my legs, you know."

“Oh... keh... I know," she replied as her hand sat on his hand.

“Ahem!"

“Huh?"

“Uh?"

They both looked over, eyes falling on Vishtar as she stood above them, her arms crossed. Her face looked like a cross between annoyance and even envy... before melting as she instead put on a smile.

“Oswald?"

“Yes, Vishi?"

“Aren't you a bit hungry? Kufu! We haven't eaten since breakfast. And, no, ice cream and funnel cakes do not count," she said, causing him to nod.

“I am a bit hungry... heh..." standing up from his couch, he offered her his hand, “Do you want me to go buy something? The nearest burger joint is right down the street."

“Kufu... no, silly! While I would love to enjoy some more of your mainland foods, I think we could all go for something a little more... homely... kufu!"

“Keh heh! That's cuz Mom wants to make something special for you, Ozzie-wald," Millikan said, making him point at himself.

“For me? Well..." he shrugged his shoulders, “I guess it's only fair. Milli made breakfast for me, so you can make dinner. Uh... mind me asking what that dinner is?"

“Kufufufu! No, silly," Vishtar said as she shook her head, “It's got to be a surprise! Though... I'm sure if you use that brilliant brain of yours, you'll figure it out. That being said..." she raised an eyebrow, “I know you're a bit tired, Oswald, but do you mind showing me to the nearest market? There's a few ingredients I need to buy."

“Oh, no, no, I don't mind at all, really, Vishi," he said with a smile, “Despite my earlier dramatics, I'm not that tired. Just follow me... ah..." he looked at Millikan, “Are you coming, Milli?"

“Me? Coming? So that I can walk around with you at some boring supermarket? No thanks!" she said as she shook her head, “I'm on vacation! The last thing I want to do is go grocery shopping!"

“Heh... yeah, I can't blame you," Oswald replied before turning to face Vishtar again, “Alright, Vishi, let's go. I'll tke you there."

“Kufufufufu! Such a gentleman."

Under Oswald's guidance, the two exited his apartment, leaving Millikan all alone. She stood there, smiling at the door for a few moments... before sweeping her blue eyes over towards his bed.

It wasn't the most comfortable mattress in the world, hell, she'd argue that Oswald's couch was probably softer! But what his bed had more so than any other area in his apartment, was this smell. This strong, musky, smell.

Oswald's strong, musky smell.

Walking over towards his bed as if hypnotized, Millikan fell face first into his mattress, her nose delving into its surface. Do you know how hard it was to not get turned on when she and her mother slept in his bed last night? Oswald's odor was seeped into the very fabric of his bed and blankets, and it wrapped around her completely. She was enveloped in his scent, surrounded by it. And when she could smell his sweaty body – the body of the man who taught her such blissful pleasure – how could she not feel so flustered, feel so aroused, feel so... horny?

Oswald was different now from usual. He was so bland and dull and dry when they were at Meridia. It made him unique and even cool, though she wouldn't deny that his exoticism had something to do with it. But now that they were here in Station Heights with him, traveling and exploring the city, he was so different.

No longer was he this sad, lonely husk of a man. He was vibrant, smiling at them, leading them around the madness that is this city with little effort on his end. Vishtar wasn't wrong when she said it made him cool. Heh... Oswald... cool... that's such an oxymoron.

And yet...

“Hmmph... mmmff~"

Millikan's voice grew airy, her thighs rubbing against one another, and her nostrils flaring. Groaning audibly, she took in more of Oswald's scent, letting it fill her nose and rush straight to her brain.

“Sniiiff!"

Again.

“Snniiifff!"

Again!

“Snnniiiiffff!!! Aaaahhh~!"

Reaching down, Millikan slipped her fingers beneath her shorts and began rubbing her womanhood. Already she was so hot and moist between her legs, and her pussy was so sensitive. Every touch sent a jolt through her body, and drew groans and moans from her youthful lips. This feeling was only exacerbated whenever she took in a heavy whiff of Oswald's randy scent.

“Sniff! Mmph...! Ozzie... Snnniifff! Mmmph!"

This luscious, luscious odor. It reminded her of the things they did. It reminded her of the pleasure he taught her, a feeling she h called upon every night following his departure. Now that Millikan was aware of the euphoria sex could bring, she wanted to indulge in it more. She wanted to feel, and experience it as many times as she possibly could.

This girl and her honest feelings... hmph... she was in love... and so damn aroused.

Rolling upon her back, Millikan stared down to her hand in her shorts, watching as she started fingering herself in earnest. Her slick, wet pussy was so hot in her hands, but her shorts were too tight... too constricting! Pulling them off her body, she revealed her sopping mound to the apartment before her.

Reaching up, she began groping one of her tits through her shirt, her hand slipping under her shirt to touch herself more directly. At the same time, she hooked her fingers, dipping them inside of her honeypot. In and out, in and out, she fingered herself more earnestly than before, bringing herself to higher and higher levels of pleasure. Her digits scraped her walls, pushed in deep, danced upon her labia, and even flicked her clit.

It felt good. Soooooooo good! But not good enough. She needed more! She needed … him...

The universe heeded her call.

Click! Eeeeaaarrrrrrrk!

The door opened up... but Millikan didn't stop. Because she knew who was there, she knew it.

Oswald stared into his apartment, his eyes falling on Millikan as she laid on his bed. Her cheeks were red, eyes were glazed, mouth agape... and legs spread out wide.

Saying nothing, Millikan's fingers formed a 'v' above her pussy, spreading her folds out nice and wide for Oswald. And he? He looked back, his mouth agape in surprise... but with no words leaving him.

There were no words... he knew exactly what needed to do.

As if hypnotized, Oswald walked towards Millikan, kicking off his shoes and pulling down his pants. The world outside of these walls no longer mattered to the both of them. Their only focus was on each other, and this rush of lust and need which was controlling them.

Those pants of his slid down, and Millikan bit into her bottom lip. Already he was harder than a diamond, and searching for a place to bury that bone of his. And he was going to bury it right inside of her.

Neither side said a word. Why bother, when their bodies spoke a thousand of them? Millikan grabbed him by his shoulders, hugging him in close, and he wrapped his arms around her back and waist, pulling her in. His cock slipped against her pussy once, twice, thrice, and then--

Thrust!

“YAAH!"

One thrust! That's all he needed! Just one, strong, mighty thrust, and his cock slid deeeeeep into Millikan's core. Her lustful cry quickly morphed into a shuddering grin of pleasure and ecstasy; this was exactly what she wanted, exactly what she needed! This pleasure! This amazing pleasure!

Grinning and drooling, Millikan hugged Oswald as close as she could while he thrusted his cock in and out of her pussy. Her legs were pushed and forced up around his waist, and giving him greater access to her body, and allowing him to push his cck as deep as it could possibly go into her tight cunt.

And dammit, did he push. He pushed soooooo fucking hard!

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

“YAAH~! FUCK! AAAHHHH~!"

It felt so good! Too damn good! His broad body against her lither one, his strong arms holding her close, and she doing likewise, all while his long, thick, burly cock, slammed in and out of her awaiting cunt, with no rhyme or reason; fuck yes!

They were like a pair of lovers who hadn't been with one another in a long, long time. They clawed at one another, clung upon one another, all while Oswald guided his hard length in and out of Millikan's pussy at a steady, yet strong rhythm. The bed could barely handle it, and the sound of their melding flesh bounced off the walls and back into their ears, where it mixed with their moaning, groaning voices. The only thing that could contain them was--

“Mmmf!"

“Mmmm!"

Their lips.

Their hot...

Hungry...

Passionate...

Lips...

Their mouths pressed to one another, and tongues swiveled and danced, silencing their moans and making Oswald slow his hips. The smacking, the slurping; it all added to the lewd symphony of sounds they were creating.

There was one moment where their lips parted, but it was only so that Oswald could pull Millikan's shirt and bra off. Not to be outdone, she quickly tore the shirt from his body, tossing it in some random direction.

This body. This beautiful body that pleasured her a week ago. This beautiful body that she'd missed for just as long. It was right here before her again! Biting into her bottom lip with barely restrained desire, Millikan's blue eyes glowed as she stared up at Oswald, nodding in his direction.

And...

Huh...

This may be his imagination talking, but...

Oswald swore he saw hearts bouncing in her eyes.

“Fuck me, Ozzie~" Millikan pleaded, her lips curled into a smile while her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling herself in closer, “Fuck me deep..."

He didn't answer... at least... not with his voice...

PAT!

“YAAAH~"

…

Hm... was everything in the mainland so... expensive?

A shopping bag swaying in her hands, Vishtar returned to Sunshade Apartments with her collection of ingredients. In her head, she was imagining Oswald's face when she made him dinner. He'd no doubt give her that hapless smile he always gave, probably while scratching the back of his head in a sheepish manner. Then he'd say something like...

Thanks, Vishi...

And she'd blush and giggle back, before looking at him with her alluring green eyes in a flirty manner. And when he'd eat her food, she'd feel soooooo happy.

It reminded Vishtar of Millikan a week ago. Her daughter was so excited to feed Oswald both in the morning and at night. The glee on her face was palpable, and she watched him eat her food without even flinching.

Vishtar remembered acting much like that in her youth. Spending time with a man she loved, feeding him, and then being praised for a job well done. There was a certain kind of boon one gains from that level of praise, a boon that Millikan was learning with Oswald.

A boon that Vishtar wished to recapture.

Her life with Tonbo was over. Ever since, the matronly vixen has spent her days raising Millikan alone with the aid of the people on Meridia island. And while she loved her daughter so very, very much, Vishtar would be lying if she said she wasn't lonely deep down inside. She missed being loved romantically, being adored... being lusted for.

But that time was over... that time was for Millikan. That's what Vishtar told herself. She could deal with loneliness, so long as her daughter was happy. She'd been dealing with that loneliness for over a decade now so... what's a little bit more?

Well... it was almost impossible.

Vishtar came Oswald's door where she grabbed its handle, and--

“YAAAAHH ~~~! AAAAAHH~~~!"

PATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

Oh...

Pulling back, Vishtar's ears twitched as she picked up the lustful sounds going on through the door. Even through the walls of his home, the voluptuous vixen could hear them. Millikan's voice sounded so erotic, so beautiful, while the sounds of their pounding bodies were so lewd.

Biting into her bottom lip, Vishtar looked down to the ground in an annoyed and frustrated manner, then turned to lean on the guardrail behind her. They were in their, a pair of lovers, fucking like animals. And where was she? Outside these walls and forced to do nothing but listen.

When Oswald originally came and she noticed Millikan's infatuation with him, Vishtar's plan was simple: goad her daughter into finally making a move on their guest,by sleeping with him first. Of course she was aware of Millikan secretly spying on them at night; how could she have not known? It's not like her daughter was being secretive about it.

Well... maybe this isn't entirely true. While Vishtar may try to rationalize it to herself by claiming she was doing it for Millikan, deep down inside, she just wanted to fill the void of loneliness within her heart. She found a certain sort of kinship in Oswald. He too was lonely, with his born from a lack of goals and desires in life.

Giving her body to a man so young and so kind... it made Vishtar's heart bounce. The trysts they shared that week were some of the greatest she'd ever experienced, and helped alleviate some of the sadness she'd felt throughout the years.

But when the night came that Millikan and Oswald finally tied their young love together, Vishtar was fine with stepping aside. As with everything in life, she'd give anything to her daughter if it made her happy. So if Milli wanted Ozzie... then so be it...

But Vishtar was lonely too... Vishtar had pent up desires too...

And now those two lovers were in there, sharing their love for one another without a care for any who'd hear it. But where was Vishtar? Was she just forced to stand outside these doors as nothing but a voyeur? After all the things they've done with one another today – traveling around Station Heights, going to the mall, going to the beach, enjoying the amusement park, and everything in between – was this her sole purpose in life?

Well...

The universe heeded her call.

Click! Eeeeaaarrrrrrrk!

The door opened up.

And...

“Mom...?"

“Ah...?"

Slowly Vishtar turned around, her ears and tail springing up as her green eyes fell on the doorway before her.

And in that doorway stood Millikan. Naked. She was covered in sweat, and the air around her was pungent with the rich odor of sex. But more importantly, her daughter was so... different.

Her cheeks were red, her scarlet hair messy, and she looked up at Vishtar with this forlorn expression. But despite the fact that she was completely naked, with her pussy oozing juices down her thighs, she didn't look ashamed, not even as she bore this form before her mother. Instead, Millikan looked... longing.

Vishtar could read it, and it made her flinch, then look away.

“N-no..." she said as she forced a smile to appear on her lips, “I-I didn't mean to... d-disturb you two..." she gripped herself in a defensive manner, “I don't want you to know... I don't..." and her expression grew mournful, “I don't want you to worry about--" Grab... “H-huh?"

That wasn't Millikan's hand... it was Oswald's.

Looking ahead, Vishtar's green eyes met his brown ones. His usually dull or bewildered expression was gone. No, he looked serious and stern, as if he knew what he wanted. And what he wanted, was her.

“Oswald..." Vishtar whispered as she was pulled inside his apartment, “No... I... y-you shouldn't... w-we shouldn't..."

But she didn't fight back. And when she stepped inside and the door was closed shut by Millikan, the powerful odor of lust and sex dominated her nose... dominated her mind.

Her eyes closed shut.

“Mmmfff..."

“Mmmm..."

And Oswald's lips met her own.

His hands no her wrists, Vishtar was held close to Oswald, incapable of moving away as they kissed one another. Tongues swiveled and swirled deep within one another's mouths, while their dancing lips showed so much passion and need for one another.

Pulling back and back and back, Oswald sat down on the edge of his bed, with Vishtar positioned on his lap. She almost didn't realize what was going on until they pulled back, breathing for air and staring at one another.

The matronly vixen's green eyes were so dazed, so glossed over as she looked up at him. And all Oswald could do was stare back, breathing just as hard. This situation was crazy. Vishtar here, Millikan right behind her smiling in a tepid manner, and the odor of sex wafting all around.

But no one was stopping this. Even if Vishtar had some reservations, she never made any attempts to slow things or halt them outright. Not when she looked at him with all that need and desire. Not when she looked at them with those hearts in her eyes.

“Oswald..." Vishtar whispered as she draped her hands on his shoulders “No... we shouldn't... you and Milli... you have to... to..."

Oswald shook his head, much to her confusion. What did that mean?

Placing his hands on the vixen's shoulders, he gently kneaded them, before guiding his hands back up to her face... and then guiding her face up to his. Again he entered into a kiss with Vishtar, drawing moans from the both of them, all while Millikan watched.

This was different from before. She wasn't standing beside in a pit of jealousy, but instead was watching them up close... and enjoying it. A beaming smile appeared on Millikan's face, though her eyes remained lustful and alluring as they darted between her mother and Oswald, again and again.

When they parted once more, the young fox sat beside her mother, and placed her hands upon her hips and stomach. Vishtar tensed up as the hands of her daughter graced her body... but they didn't feel anywhere near as weird or as taboo as they should have been. Her mind screamed that this was wrong, but her body desired more of these touches; more of their touches. An Millikan was going to give it to her.

Grabbing Vishtar by the hem of her shirt, the tomboy of a fox pulled it up and up and up, revealing the matronly vixen's half-naked form to Oswald. Her narrow midriff, her luscious orange-red fur, and of course her busty chest. And... ah... she was still wearing her bikini on beneath her clothes, inadvertently adding a bit of flair to her form.

The same chest Oswald was secretly marveling at when they played in the beach, was now staring him in the face. Making matters better, Millikan gently stroked her hands upon her mother's stomach from behind, as if marveling at the alluring beauty of the matronly vixen.

She was... touching her mother in a manner she shouldn't; a manner no child should touch their parent. Feeling her fingers stroke upon her stomach and come up to her chest, Vishtar gave a shuddering moan while her ears bent down. She needed to keep control over herself; this situation was too crazy! She couldn't give in...

She couldn't give in...

“No... M-Milli," Vishtar moaned, “Ooohh~ w-we shouldn't... we..."

“Mmmf... chu... mmmff... chu..."

She was kissing her neck. Millikan was kissing her neck.

Again and again, the boisterous fox planted fluttering kisses upon her mother's neck, quelling her while her hands continued stroking and marveling at her body. Fingers stroked from her chest down to her navel and back again, being amazed an enthralled by her mother's beautiful form.

This was the body she had seen through the gaps of the door. The body belonging to a beautiful vixen who was exploring the heights of primal pleasure. Getting the chance to touch this body, to kiss this body, filled Millikan with an ever rising sense of desire and need for her mother. A feeling she's never experienced before.

A feeling she wanted to explore more of.

Despite her pleas, Vishtar didn't stop Millikan. No, she grabbed her daughter's wrist with one hand, while the other hand reached up to cradle the side of her head. She was holding her daughter close, the touches and kisses helping to raise the heat that was burning within her, even if her face remained abrasive as she gritted her teth.

“N-no... I can't... I... oooh~!" Vishtar moaned, her hips gently rocking back and forth on Oswald's lap, while Millikan's hands traced over towards her mother's bikini top.

The knot in the middle which held her top up... it was a bit tight wasn't it? Well, her daughter would help her with it. Slowly she undid the knot, with Oswald watching, his eyes unflinching. Looser and looser the bikini top became, causing Vishtar's breast to expand... and expand... and expand until--

“Aah~"

The bikini fell loose, and Millikan pulled it off, revealing her mother's breast to Oswald.

He'd seen it before yes... but that didn't make it any less amazing.

“You're body's so beautiful, Mom," Millikan whispered as she planted tepid kisses upon the vixen's cheek.

“Nooooo~ you shouldn't say those thingsssss," Vishtar groaned as her daughter's hands came up to her chest, “Please... Milliiii~ ooooohh~~"

But the boisterous fox didn't stop... nor did her mother stop her. Not when those mechanic hands started gripping and groping her breasts. Closing her eyes and leaning back, Vishtar let out a passionate moan as Millikan's hands kneaded her bosom. Fingers sank in and pulled up, lifting her breasts, and letting them drop, all as the boisterous fox's eyes grew wide with amazement.

Her mother's chest was so soft, so much softer than her own bosom in fact. Her breasts were also larger, and had such a lovely shape to them. Before, Millikan felt a sense of envy towards her mother... and yeah, that enviousness was still there. But to be the one feeling her mother's chest, groping her mother's chest, even tweaking and pinching her nipples, imbued the young fox with a sense of adoration.

But then she began pulling... and pulling... and pulling... and--

“Ah~? Oof!"

Both Vishtar and Millikan fell back, the matronly vixen pealing off of Oswald's lap, while Millikan laughed. At first her mother was confused, but then her green eyes looked forward, falling on Oswald's open legs... and the massive member he was sporting between it.

His penis suddenly seemed so... daunting. It stood tall like a pillar of pleasure, and throbbed excitedly in the air. And with Millikan's taboo display of adoration for her mother's body, his length's rigidity could only be compared to diamonds!

An exaggeration? Maybe. But it wasn't an exaggeration to say that his cock looked like it was hurting him with how hard and thick it was. Veins splintered down its side, its tip and glands were bulbous and red, and precum oozed from his slit like a river of syrup.

Mesmerized, all Vishtar could do was stare at his member, her cheeks turning red as desire funneled through her. But she still hesitated to go over the tipping point. She wasn't supposed to have this! He was Millikan's, not hers. She needed to really put her foot down and--

“Smell it, Mom..."

“H-huah...?"

Vishtar looked over, reading Millikan's goading face.

“Smell it," she said, “Go ahead... smell it..."

“Haah... I-I..."

Looking back at Oswald's cock, Vishtar stiffened in place and bit into her bottom lip. Her conscience told her not to do it, but her desires said otherwise. This whole situation was crazy! Too crazy! Millikan was not only groping her, not only kissing her, but now she was urging her to smell Oswald's dick!

And Vishtar wanted to. Fuck did she want to!

A sliver of drool hung from her lips as she moved her face in. Eyes closing shut, the matronly vixen placed her nose to the side of his dick, and--

“Snniiffffff!!! Ooh... hoooh-oooooh~~~"

She could smell... sea salt... and the soaps he used in the shower earlier today... and sweat. Oooh... that sweat. His sweat was like the zenith of his odor. It was intense and musky and masculine. The same odor she smelled following their sex in Meridia. The same odor which seeped through the very walls of his apartment. The same odor which haunted her last night when she and Millikan slept in his bed.

What? Did her daughter think she was the only one trying to hide her arousal when they slept in Oswald's bed? Of course Vishtar found it nearly impossible to not be filled with lustful thoughts as his odor invaded her nose.

So imagine how she felt now as she took in his smell straight from the source. The sweat that had accumulated on his dick and balls was so potent, that it sent shivers of ecstasy down the vixen's body. She shuddered and moaned, causing more drool to ooze from her lips. And when her eyes opened, they were lidded with lust.

Every needy sniff she took, caused Oswald's cock to throb and twitch. The alluring and erotic vixen who he slept with in Meridia, was nowhere to be seen now. No, the woman between his legs right now, the one who was sniffing and outright worshiping his cock, was nothing more than a horny, needy, bitch.

A horny, needy bitch, and her horny, needy daughter.

Pressing her chest to Vishtar's back, Millikan leaned her mother in against Oswald's cock. Her hands then grabbed upon the voluptuous vixen's tits, where she sandwiched them around their lover's cock. Biting into her bottom lip, Vishtar placed her hands on Oswald's thighs, and looked up to him with her lustful green eyes. Meanwhile, Millikan assisted her mother in giving him a titjob.

Her fingers gripped and squeezed upon Vishar's tits, not just to grope them, but to slide them up and down on Oswald's cock. Her soft, pliable tits surrounded his dick like a pair of orange-red marshmallows, and were just as warm as well. Moving up and down, they brushed and squeezed upon every bump and ridge of his cock, making it not only twitch with need, but also drawing deep moans from his lips.

Gripping his mattress' edge, Oswald looked down to the pair of vixen's between his legs. Visthar still had this face of needy desire, her teeth biting into her bottom lip in barely restrained lust. Millikan however was grinning as she groped her mother's tits around his member, her blue eyes and rosy face dripping with equal ecstasy and hunger.

“It's so big..." Millikan whispered, “Yaaahh~ I didn't know it could get so huge..."

“Ossswwaaaalld..." Vishtar muttered through quivering lips.

His hot dick was burning her up through her tits, and Millikan's groping was only heightening her arousal. Why was Oswald's cock so thick and hot? And why was her daughter's hands so good? Biting into her bottom lip, Vishtar couldn't help but to give hungry groans and moans as she arched her back, pushing herself more against Oswald's length as it throbbed against her neck.

Precum oozed endlessly from his length, staining her chest and fur in gooey, sticky lines. It felt like fire in how hot it was, making her groan even more. Between his cock and his face, Vishtar kept darting her eyes, incapable of focusing on any one thing. Oswald's brown eyes were so intense now, and his cock was throbbing so much. And the smell they were giving – this combined smell of lust and love – made Vishtar's mouth water.

She couldn't take it anymore!

Palming Oswald's hips, the voluptuous vixen leaned over, opened her mouth, and--

“Mmmfff~~~!"

“Yaaaah~! Mom!"

“Ooooh...!"

Keeping her hands on his hips to brace herself against him, Vishtar started sucking on Oswald's cock like a woman possessed. There was no slow build up, no steady climb; she immediately began assaulting his length with her tight, wet, hot mouth. Teeth brushed along it, her tongue cradled its underside, rapped around it, then lashed every inch of it, and the intense suction force kept pulling his cock in deeper and deeepeer and deepeeeer and--

“Ooooohh... huaahhnn..."

Vishtar... was deepthroating his cock.

Eyes wide, Millikan gave a gasp of amazement at her mother's skill. She couldn't imagine trying to deepthroat Oswald's massive member like this! Wasn't it painful? Wouldn't she choke? But Vishtar didn't even have a gag reflex; she sucked his length like an absolute champ!

A lewd thought to have for one's mother... but damn did it make Millikan so damn wet.

Still resting against her voluptuous vixen's back, the tomboyish fox reached her hands around her mother's body, grabbing upon one of her tits with one hand... while pushing her other hand south. It traveled along her mother's flat stomach, and then slipped under the waistband of her pants. An audible groan left Vishtar's lips; her only reaction to her daughter's touches. But like usual, she did nothing to stop her.

It was so hot and wet down here. Vishtar's pants were like a sauna! Feeling the heat resonate around her digits, made Millikan shiver with desire. She wanted to pull these pants off of her mother right here and now! But she'd wait... wait until she was doing lavishing that cock in her mouth with all of her lusts!

Millikan's hungry hands toyed with her mother's body. Her busty tit was kneaded and groped, her pink nipple was squeezed and pinched, massaged by hungry fingers that knew how to please a woman. Hey, this boyish fox wasn't too shy in exploring herself at night. At the same time, her other hand stroked upon Vishtar's cunt, feeling the moist lips of her cunt push back. So slick and wet, so hot and needy, her mother's pussy was practically begging her to slide a digit inside.

So she did...

Right inside!

“Hyyyyynnnnnhhhh~~~!"

Vishtar shuddered as her daughter groped and fingered her... but that didn't stop her from sucking on the cock in her mouth. Green eyes focused on Oswald's face, she bobbed her head up and down on his length, pushing it into her throat, then pulling it to her lips; again and again and again. Meanwhile, Millikan continued exploring her body, marveling at how beautiful and erotic it was.

The way Vishtar's body arched was worth marveling in its own right. She pushed her ass out against her daughter's lap, while rocking her hips on her fingers. The finger in her pussy got to feel not only how hot an wet her cunt was, but how tight too. It squeezed and clamped on her digit, as if trying to milk it for the seed it could not give. Feeling it clinch down however, made Millikan moan into her mother's ear.

And Oswald drank it aaalllll in.

At some point, the fact that Vishtar and Millikan were mother in child no longer mattered to him. In fact, he could care less about the entire world outside of these walls! How could he when the voluptuous vixen's wonderful mouth, was sucking his cock to the hilt? No, no... right now, all he cared about were the two foxes here with him.

That's all he would ever care about.

Vishtar pulled back, drawing her lips all the way to the tip of his dick, where she slid off with an audible--

Pop!

Panting, her chest raised and lowered with her every breath, while her green eyes stared up towards Oswald's face. But then Millikan leaned over, releasing her mother's body and opening her mouth to--

“Mmmff..."

Sucking on the first third or so of Oswald's length, she could taste not only his dick and precum, but also her mother's flavor as well. Their combined fluids created a delicious concoction, which danced on her tongue, and drove her to suck harder on his cock. But this wasn't to outdo her mother – even in her lust-addled mind, she knew she couldn't do that – Millikan merely wanted to share this sexual act with her. Pleasing Oswald, listening to his voice as he moaned, and watching his face contort with pleasure, felt just as good for Millikan as it did for her mother.

She wanted to share this feeling of ecstasy with the both of them. She wanted to share this love, this desire, with both of them.

And Vishtar soon came around to her daughter's thinking.

Lowering herself, she positioned herself on the other side of Oswald's cock, where she pursed her lips and kissed his dick. Again and again and again she kissed his dick, showering it with affection, while both he and Millikan watched.

Wrapping her arm around her mother's shoulder, the tomboyish fox pushed her lips to the opposing side of Oswald's dick, where she licked it up and down. Vishtar began doing likewise, and before he knew it, he had the two licking his cock with alternating strides and lashes. Millikan's tongue would trace along his veins, while her mother would lick at his glands and slit. But then they'd switch up, with the matronly vixen gliding her tongue down to his shaft.

Their tongues... their slender tongues. Vishtar's was far more skilled and dexterous, capable of reaching areas and lavishing them with so much sensual talent, that it made Oswald melt. In comparison, Millikan was far more brutish and disorderly; wildly licking at his cock with the same fervent need one would use on a Popsicle or ice-cream.

The soft and talented tongue of Vishtar on one side. The strong and brutal tongue of Millikan on the other. Mother and daughter working working in tandem to please his cock. If Oswald was a more hedonistic and arrogant man, this may have gone straight to his head.

But really, he could barely think about anything right now...

His length was throbbing like mad between his legs, his balls drawing close to his body. The tongues and lips of the two amorous vixens between his legs, kept raising his pleasure to unimaginable heights. Gripping Millikan's hand, Oswald started thrusting his hips softly against the two vixens, gliding his length along their lips and tongues. This bestial hunger was pumping through his veins, causing him to raise up and--

Grab!

“Oh!?"

“Yaah!?"

His hands pressed to the sides of both Vishtar and Millikan's faces, pushing them together; cheek to cheek. They looked up, both perplexed and intimidated by the man above them, and the massive member that was pointing towards their faces. It was throbbing still, oozing its clear precum from its tip like a broken faucet. But he wasn't there quite yet. He needed a little push.

Visthar placed her hand on his cock. Millikan did likewise. Together they pushed, and--

“Guh!"

SPLUUURRRT!!!

“AH!?"

“NGH!?"

That's all he needed. One last push.

From Oswald's cock he launched a torrent of jizz. White, hot, and thick, his cum splattered upon their faces, making both of the vixen's flinch... and then moan with slutty ecstasy. His stench was overpowering, his seed thick and strong. It clung to their faces, their cheeks, their lips, their noses, even tracking upon their hair. Webs of cum clung to them, oozing down their faces and drawing lustful moans of orgasmic need from their lips. And all Oswald could do was marvel at his handiwork.

Giving a facial to a mother and daughter duo... his cock was throbbing still...

Looking at one another, Millikan's face was still beaming and grinning, while Vishtar panted softly for air. This whole situation was crazy, and yet it wouldn't be ending any time soon. She knew it; they all knew it. They didn't want this to end.

They were like animals. Hungry, horny, passionate animals.

“Mom..." Millikan whispered as she wrapped her arms around her shoulders.

“Milli... I... nmph..." her eyes grew wide, “Mmmfff..."

They were kissing one another.

Millikan's lips pressed to Vishtar's, making the voluptuous vixen tense up... and then melt. The broad tongue of her daughter swirled and swiveled within her mouth, trading spit and cum in a delicious concoction. At first she was tepid, but then she began kissing back, lapping at the tongue of the tomboyish fox, with ever growing need and desire.

They were hugging one another, spunk sliding down their features, their lips and tongues, dancing in a hungry kiss that grew more and more passionate the longer it went on. Words like 'mother' and 'daughter' no longer mattered to the two as they grew so amorous, so aroused, that Millikan leaned in, causing the both of them to fall over upon the floor.

Vishtar laid on her back, pinned beneath the body of her daughter, while their lips continued suckling and kissing, while tongues continued whipping and lashing. Their hungry moans grew all the louder, while their needy hands gripped and groped at one another.

Millikan kept her hands on her mother's face, her body humping against the vixen's voluptuous build. Her firm breasts pressed and rubbed against her mother's busty tits, while her hips gently rocked against her mother's own. Not to be outdone, Vishtar clung upon her daughter's body. She stroked her hands upon Millikan's shoulders, then traveled said hands down to the fox's lovely, pert, firm, butt. And then she squeezed. Oooooooh, she squeeezed sooooo haaaaarrrd!

“Nmmph!"

Moaning into her mother's mouth, Millikan too reached down, grabbing a handful of Vishtar's ass, and clinching in tight. This amazing, erotic, beautiful, divine body, which she only got to experience through the gaps of a door, she was now touching and pleasing... and it was pleasing her back.

But Millikan... she needed more!

Audibly, she kissed away from Vishtar's lips, moving down her mother's neck while lavishing her body with devout praise. She kissed, she licked, she bit, and then she stopped as she came face to face with her mother's breasts.

Her mother's... big... busty... breasts...

The drool of desire hung from Millikan's lips as she marveled at her mother's body. Her shapely tits were rising and lowering with her every breath, and there was this soft jiggle to them. Reaching her hands up and smiling, the tomboyish fox gleefully groped and kneaded Vishtar's bosom, before locking her gaze upon one of her succulent nipples.

Millikan couldn't hold back anymore. She opened her drooling mouth, took aim, and--

“Mmmff!"

“Nyooooohh~!"

Eyes lidded and head leaning back, Vishtar felt her tit being captured into the hot and hungry mouth of her lustful daughter. Millikan licked, and bit, and suckled so hard on her nipple and areola, lathering it in spit that broke through the gasp of her lips, and streaked down the curvature of her bosom.

Muffled moans left Millikan's mouth, as her mother's body was so delicious. Vishtar's salty twang danced on her tongue, making her moan, and increasing her hunger even more. Left to right, the tomboyish fox would constantly dart between her mother's tits, sucking on one nipple, then the other, back again, and back again again again! By the time she was done, Vishtar's tits were lathered in glossy spit, and her nipples were so hard and puffy.

And yet...

Even with all of that...

Millikan still wasn't satiated!

She licked and kissed down Vishtar's body, making her mother moan and groan and twitch beneath her passionate touches. But it all came to a stop when Millikan arrived at her shorts. Gripping their zipper, she quickly pulled it down, loosening the jean garment from her mother's hips. Then she pulled those shorts and bikini bottoms down and down, right off of the vixen's luscious, long legs.

“Nyoooh~"

Vishtar closed her eyes, embarrassed and ashamed as her sopping mound was exposed before her daughter. But Millikan kept her hands on her mother's thighs, keeping her legs wide open so that nothing could block her view.

Ah...

Some twenty or so years ago... she came out of this. Heh... thinking about it reminded Millikan of how insane this whole situation was. But they had gone too far to stop now. And even if given the chance, the tomboyish fox wouldn't stop. She'd never stop.

Pursing her lips, Millikan descended down upon her mother's pussy... and--

Chu!

“Nyoooohhh~~~!"

It was just the slightest touch, but that touch was enough to make Vishtar's back arch off the floor. Millikan not only kissed her cunt, but then she started lapping at it, scooping up her mother's nectar into her tongue and mouth. Her tongue slid along her labia, stroked upon her clit, then pulled back down. Spreading apart her mother's folds, Millikan pushed her tongue as deep into her cunt as it could go, getting the most raw taste of her mother's body that was possible.

Her velvety tunnel clinched around her tongue much like it did her finger before, and the deeper taste was overpowering and overwhelming. Millikan moaned into the voluptuous vixen's body, being drugged on the intoxicating taste of her pussy and honey. Falling into the pit herself, Vishtar groped her own tit, before sitting up and looking down her body towards her daughter's face.

Millikan's blue eyes... she saw hearts bouncing within them.

Her daughter wasn't just eating her out, she seemed outright demanding on getting Vishtar to climax. And with the way her tongue was scraping at the walls of her cunt, she was going to get it. Biting into her bottom lip, the matronly vixen leaned back on the floor once again, while rocking her hips, riding her daughter's face, and covering it in her glossy sheen. But right when she announced-

“NYOOOHH ~~~! I'M CUMMINNNNGG~~~!"

Millikan suddenly stopped.

“NYOH!? Wh... what...?"

Falling on the floor, Vishtar looked at her daughter, babbling nonsensically as she gave her a face that screamed 'WHY!?' But Millikan merely giggled as she flaunted her beaming grin. Moving down, she placed her hands to the sides of her mother's cunt, and then began spreading her folds apart. Biting into her bottom lip, the voluptuous vixen stifled moans from her lips, all while the deepest recesses of her pussy was exposed to all.

And by 'all', I mean him.

Oswald stepped over, his body looming over the two vixens and casting a shadow which swallowed them both. Vishtar whimpered slightly, but Millikan giggled as she turned to face him, presenting her mother's pussy before his throbbing cock. Despite having given them a facial just moments ago, he was already at maximum again. How could he remain soft with their taboo display before him?

Though... its probably more accurate to call him a beast right now. He wasn't speaking... hell, he was barely even thinking with how lustful his mind was! Walking over, Oswald leaned down, pinning Vishtar beneath his body, and grinding his rigid cock against her folds. Giggling, Millikan grabbed his length by the shaft, then tipped his dick straight towards her mother's cunt. Vishtar could feel the head of his dick spreading open her folds. Was he taunting her? Teasing her? Just thrust inside and get it over with!

Well... she asked for it.

THWAP!

“NYOOOOOHH-OOOOOOOH~~~!"

With one thrust, Oswald brought Vishtar nothing but joy!

“NYOOOHH ~~~! OOOOHHH-OOOOOH~~~!"

Her pussy clamped down on his cock, sucking it deep into her bottom, and assaulting it with her velvety tunnel. Undulating and writhing, the voluptuous vixen let loose loud, roaring moans, while her pussy absolutely showered his cock in her clear honey. It was thick and pungent; the kind of orgasm that only a woman given the heights of pleasure could give. Flooding and flooding and flooding, and then trickling down to a mere peter patter right beneath her body.

And Millikan saw it all.

She had already bore witness before her mother's face when she was climaxing, but this was different than then. Instead of being far away, she was up close and personal, capable of seeing every change Vishtar's expression took. The lidded eyes, the gaping mouth, the hanging tongue; all of it.

Pure ecstasy.

If only it could have lasted just a teensy bit longer. Ah, but that's how orgasms work, don't they? You spend so much time building up to one, and once it happens, they never last long enough. The aftermath however, well...

Heh...

Vishtar collapsed upon the ground, moaning and groaning while also panting for breath. Sweat, cum and spit marred her beautiful body, and now a thick, burly cock was stuffed deep into her core. But Oswald wasn't going to give her much of a chance to catch his breath.

With her suckling his dick down deep, he drew his hips back, and then--

THWAP!

“NYOH-OH~~?"

His dick rocketed into her pussy, shaking Vishtar to her core, and making her eyes grow wide. This pleasure! This was the pleasure he gave her back at Meridia! The pleasure she had gone so long without! This long, thick dick, pounding into her pussy; again and again and again! Vishtar could barely handle it! The impacts made her recoil and bite into her bottom lip, while her hand wrapped round Millikan's waist, hugging her close.

“Keh heh... aah... you're so beautiful, Mom," Millikan commented as she closed her eyes and leaned in, “Mm... chu... mmmff... chu..."

Lips pursed, the tomboyish fox peppered Vishtar's breasts with kiss after kiss after kiss. She even licked the sweat off of her chest, her tongue gliding up and down, up and down. All the while, Oswald continued thrusting into her sweltering cunt, sending quivering waves throughout Vishtar's body.

The voluptuous vixen was in shear sensory overload! Not only had she just climaxed from one thrust alone, but now Oswald was pounding into her without end, and her daughter was kissing and licking her body! Her nails scratching lines in the floor beneath them, Vishtar could do nothing but take his pounding; thrust after thrust after thrust!

“NYOOH ~~~! OOOOH~~~! CUMMING! CUMMMINNNGG!!! NYOOOH ~~~! AAAAHAHH~~!"

SQUIIRRRTTT!!!

Again Vishtar marred Oswald's cock and balls in her honey, but suffering another orgasm didn't slow the beast between her legs. Quite the opposite really; the slickness of her pussy helped drive him harder and faster! In and out, in and out, in and out; his hips were like a well-oiled machine, and his cock a piston, one that slammed into her cunt with no end in sight!

Vishtar's mind was ebbing; she couldn't make any sense of anything! And her face contorted to show this orgasmic confusion! The howling moans, the lidded eyes, how she puffedo ut her chest; all of it was for display before the two. And Millikan – like everything thus far – drank in every sordid detail.

Licking her lips, the tomboyish fox marveled at her mother's beautiful and erotic faces... before finally letting that lust control her. Diving in, she pressed her lips to Vishtar's, starting a hungry and frenetic kiss that the voluptuous vixen was quick to give back. Hugging each other close, their lips and tongues danced, swiveled and swirled within their mouths, while Millikan mounted her mother fully. Again her firm chest pressed to her mother's busty one, and their arms hugged each other close. Only this time, Oswald was behind them.

He stopped, drinking in the image of them kissing... and then bringing his eyes down towards their pussies. They were pressed to one another – Millikan's atop Vishtar's – and both were so sopping wet. But the icing on the cake was when the tomboyish fox reached down and placed her fingers upon her own cunt, just to spread out her walls, giving Oswald an endless view of her deep, pink recesses.

Schluk!

“Nyooh-ooh~!?"

Vishtar fell back when his cock pulled out of her cunt, trembling on the floor as she panted for air. Millikan giggled at the sight, but said giggles were cut short when Oswald's hand fell on her hip. Biting her bottom lip, she nodded in excitement for what was to come, nodding greedily when--

THRUST!

“NYAAAAHH-HAAAAAH~~~!?"

One thrust! Just one deep thrust straight into her core! Millikan arched her back off of her mother's body, while an orgasmic moan filled the air around them. She saw it again; those hearts! Those stars! They bounced around in her vision as she floated to the absolute heights of pleasure!

And when she got there; got to the absolute zenith of pleasure, what else was there for her to do but--

“Aaahahhaaa-haaaaahahh~~~!"

Shuddering, Millikan climaxed around Oswald's cock. All the build up to this moment finally set off a bomb within the tomboy-fox, causing her to coat his length and balls in her feminine jizz. It may as well have been a waterfall in how it oozed out of her cunt, around his cock, and sprinkled down upon the floor and Vishtar beneath her.

But Oswald didn't remain inside of her for long. When he pulled his hips back, he drew his cock from her cunt as a whole, then angled his aim down. Seeing the slight movements he gave, Vishtar hugged Millikan close, brace for impact, and--

THRUST!!!

“NYOOOOH-OOOOH~~~!"

The hungry beast that is Oswald, pounded his dick into Vishtar's awaiting pussy. But he could not be satiated by just one of them. A greediness existed beneath his surface, one that showed now as he constantly swapped between their cunts.

He'd thrust into Vishtar a couple of times, making her howl and moan. But then he'd pull back, and slam his dick straight into Millikan's cunt, thrusting her up and making her see stars. Again and again and again, he switch between their pussies. A couple of thrusts here, a couple of thrusts there, all of them wild and random, and all of them so damn strong!

The sinful sounds their bodies made, reverberated off the walls of Oswald's small apartment. The 'THWAPS!', the 'PATS!' the 'SHLUCKS!', it all played without end! But no sound was greater than that of--

“NYOOOOH-OOOH~~~!"

“YAAAH-HAAAAH~~~!"

Of Vishtar and Millikan's combined, sonorous moans.

The desperation, the need, the desire; all of it! Again and again they were assaulted by Oswald's cock, their bodies humping and grinding at one another, their hands clawing and groping at one another, and their pussies getting wetter and hotter as they were carved out in the shape of his burly dick. They lost count of the amount of climaxes they suffered amid this taboo threesome,, but one thing was clear.

Aside from the facial he gave them, Oswald had yet to cum. Realizing this, Vishtar watched as he pulled his length out of Millikan's sputtering pussy, leaving her twitching atop her mother's body. He didn't say a word, but his brown eyes zeroed in on the voluptuous vixen's face, making her eyes widen.

Oh...

Ohh...

He was going to...

With her...

He was going to...

To...

Gripping his cock by the base, Oswald pushed it straight into Vishtar's core. But this time it was different. This time his cock forced a grunt from her lips, and made her eyes squint tight. Tears were forced down her cheeks as the intense pressing her pussy built to a fever pitch!

And yet, Oswald's thrust was just a...

Pat...

“NYYOOOOHHO-OOOOOHHH~~~!!!"

She felt it. She felt a feeling she hadn't felt in so long. Oswald's thick, burly cock was cumming inside of her. No, this needs to be repeated; he was cumming inside of her. But this was different from his other ejaculations. This one was so much deeper, so much hotter, so much more potent.

Vishtar's pussy was being filled with his white-hot cum. He wasn't just creamping her, he was outright breeding her. From the entrance of her cunt to the womb in the back, his powerful seed made sure to plaster her walls completely white. And she felt it on a finite level; like she could actually experience herself being bred like some bunny.

Ahh...

And...

Heh...

Vishtar smiled.

Falling back in an exhausted heap as Oswald's spunk oozed in and out of her cunt, all Vishtar could do was smile. Her eyes were closed and tears rolled down her cheeks, but she looked so satisfied, so... happy.

Seeing this face made Millikan smile, and plant a soft kiss on her mother's cheek. But she wasn't satiated yet. She wanted to experience the same satisfaction. And the only way she'd do that, was if the man behind them gave it to her.

Looking over her shoulder, Millikan gave Oswald a smile that was both bashful yet boisterous. At the same time, she again spread apart her pussy, telling him everything he needed to know.

Both of his strong hands fell on her hips, gripping her tight as his powerful cock drifted towards her cunt. It should have gone down... but things like logic no longer applied in this apartment. Oswald's length remained at maximum length, and it wouldn't go down until he had finally finished the two vixens beneath him. One was already out for the count; now for the other!

THUST!

“NYAAEEESSS~~! AAAHHHNNN~!"

There was no build up; not this time! The moment Oswald slammed his cock into Millikan's cunt, he rammed into her with all the spirit and vigor of a possessed beast! Her shapely and pert ass bounced and quivered against his pelvis, sending a luscious 'PAT!' noise throughout his apartment. Every thrust launched Millikan up, humping her against her mother's body, and causing her eyes to roll back... farther... farther... farther!

This face. This slutty face she made. This intense, raw, orgasmic face! Her mouth wide, spit hanging from her maw, cheeks red, and eyes delirious; Millikan was fucking cumming! It roared through her body much like her face did; this over the top, unfiltered expression of orgasmic eruption, that didn't care who heard or saw it!

And that's the best way to describe the explosion that boomed from her cunt. Over the top and unfiltered, with no care for how messy or lewd it may be!

When it flowed out of her, Millikan fell felt like she had been freed of some daunting ghost that had haunted her. But the second explosion? Ah... that would be far greater than the first!

Oswald drew back his hips one last time and--

THWAP!

“Nyah...?"

SPPPLURRRRTTT!!!

“NNMMPH!!!"

Oswald's cum. Oswald's thick, randy, potent, hot, cum. It soaked into her womb, transforming it in a gooey sauna. And like her mother before, Millikan could feel it. She felt every pint of his seed fill her pussy up; wall to wall. And also like her mother before, this wasn't some simple creampie, no... this climax had one purpose and one purpose alone.

Knocking her up.

It all couldn't have lasted longer than... what? An hour at most? And yet, by the time it was all done and over, the trio felt like they ha been running a marathon for days. Their bodies were drenched in sweat, their sexual odor filled the air, and all they could hear were each other's pant.

Millikan – incapable of keeping herself up any more – fell into the floor beside her mother. Her expression was dazed, and her mouth was agape, a sliver of drool streaking over her lips. Trembles ruminated through her form, and her spent pussy grasped at the air for the cock which was no longer there.

But after a few moments of complete silence, Millikan...

“Keh... keh heh... keh heh heh... nyaaahh..."

She laughed... and then she smiled... and then she melted into the floor.

Complete satisfaction.

Oswald looked down upon the two vixens, drinking in the image of his sordid handiwork. They were both trembling on the floor, their bodies covered in a glossy sheen of sweat and spunk. Speaking of his spunk, it oozed from their cunts in a thick, gooey river, which seeped and stained the floors beneath them. Vishtar had a smile on her face, while Millikan looked dazed and distant. It imbued within Oswald this sense of fulfillment that didn't exist before. To think he could please these two women... heh... it brought a smile to his face.

And then his body fell forward.

Thud!

“Ah!? O-Oswald?"

“Ozzie?"

“Hrrngnhh..."

Was he running on adrenaline before? Whatever beast that had possessed him was gone now, reminding Oswald of his very human body. A very human body that was racked with exhaustion.

He groaned against the floor, and eventually was helped up by the two vixens at his side. They sat him on his butt and leaned him against his beds edge for support... and then they two leaned against him. Millikan on his right, smiling at him in a docile manner, and Vishtar to his left, also smiling bashfully. That is... until they both started laughing, causing him to laugh as well.

Yeah... this moment... this moment was so far beyond 'crazy' that 'crazy' was no longer a good enough word for it. Was there even a word to describe it? Ah... did Oswald even care?

No...

“The floors and rugs... even my bed and its blankets..." he said, “Haaah... we got it all messed up and... messy..."

“Ah..."

Vishtar looked over, staring at the stains they formed. Stains of cum – both his and theirs – among sweat and who knows what else.

“Kufu... yes... it is messy," Vishtar said, her voice airy.

“Let's just... throw it all away..." Millikan whispered, “All of it..." and then her eyes closed shut, “All of... it... zzzzzzzzzzz..."

Leaning against Oswald's chest, the tomboy-fox quickly fell asleep; her body far too drained to keep going. He hugged his arm around her waist and hip, pulling her in close... but then--

“Zzzzzzzzz..."

“Huh? V-Vishi...?"

Looking over, Vishtar's head rested on his shoulder, her eyes closed and expression blissful.

Yeah... this was tiresome, wasn't it? Far more passionate and spirited than anything they had done with one another in Meridia.

And... well...

“Yeeeaaaawwwwwwnn... aahh..."

He was tired too.

Reaching down, Oswald grabbed one of Vishtar's hands in his own, interlocking their fingers together. At the same time, he squeezed Millikan's hip, bringing her in closer to him. Then – as he held the two vixens near and dear to him – he finally let his eyes closed shut, and...

“Zzzzzzzzzzz..."

…

Bodies. He felt bodies on him. Lovely bodies. Furry bodies. They rubbed against him. Ground against him. Touched him. Loved him. The voluptuous and busty form of a blue-collar vixen. The lithe and firm body of a tomboyish fox. They rubbed him... they kissed him... they licked him... and when they spoke, it was in unison.

“Oswald... stay with us..."

“Ozzie-wald, don't go..."

“Oswald..."

“Ozzie-wald..."

“Oswald...?"

“Ozzie-wald?"

“Wake up..."

“Huh?"

For a moment, he thought that the entire previous day was nothing more than a drawn out dream. That would make the most sense, wouldn't it? Because if it wasn't a dream, then that means he had a hot threesome with a mother-daughter duo. And that? That's just insane, isn't it?

Well...

Oswald's eyes groggily opened... and the thick odor of sex quickly filtered into his nose. Growing tense, he leaned up against his bed, and stared straight ahead to the two vixens standing before him. Like a mirror of the previous morning, both Millikan and Vishtar woke up first, though this time the vixens were wearing bathrobes as oppose to clothes.

And they looked a bit... uncertain.

Memories of last night came to Oswald like a freight train. They weren't drunk, they weren't confused, they weren't even hypnotized! Last night, they let their own lusts take control of them, and so they fucked.

They fucked haaaaarrrrddd...

Like a trio of horny beasts that cared not for things like blood or relationships, they indulged in the vices of their bodies... and they loved it. Oswald may not have been related to the two, but he still felt incredibly embarrassed to have done something as taboo as that.

So he said...

“I'm sorry..."

Millikan raised an eyebrow at him.

“You're sorry...? Of what...? Waking up late?" she asked, taking him aback.

“N-no! About... what we did last night," he muttered as he looked down, remember the fact that he was naked, “Ah... oops..."

“Kufu... here, Oswald," Vishtar said, handing him a blanket to cover his modesty.

“Th-thanks, Vishi... but..." he smiled sheepishly, “That doesn't change what happened last night... we uh... we..."

“Keh... heh... Ozzie-wald..." Millikan said as she grabbed his hand and squeezed it, “Don't sweat it, 'kay? It's uh... heh... Mom and I already... um... had a rather... uh... thorough conversation, I guess you can say."

“And... in our conversation, we came to an... agreement," Vishtar added on as she too grabbed his other hand.

“Huh? What are you two talking about?"

Vishtar and Millikan looked at one another, trading blushing faces and embarrassed smiles. It confused Oswald even further... but then they both walked to his sides, pursed their lips, and moved in to--

Chu!

Chu...!

Kiss his cheeks.

Wait...

He was... starting to understand now.

Both Vishtar and Millikan pulled back, staring at him in a bashful manner. They were both very prideful women; he had learned that much about them during his stay at Meridia. Vishtar was alluring and mature, while Millikan was boisterous and boyish. But in this moment, they were truly mother and daughter.

“Come live with us!" they said in unison.

And he could tell that asking that question was the hardest thing they've had to do in a long, long time.

Which is funny, because his answer was the easiest answer he had ever given in his entire life.

Oswald smiled.

…

I work because what else am I supposed to do?

He remembered saying that once. Yeah, it sounded so simple. He worked because what else was he supposed to do? To him, that's what life was all about; working. He worked, and he worked, and he worked. And he would continue to work until he died. Because that's what life is all about.

Well... that's what life once was all about. Now his days were different. Now his days were filled with...

“OZZIE-WALD!"

“Hm?"

Brown eyes opened and he pulled back, giving a loud and audible yawn that filled the diner around him. Smiling, the blissful sleep he enjoyed rejuvenated his metaphorical batteries, and he looked ahead to see the leering face of a certain tomboy-fox standing above him.

“Wake up, Ozzie-wald!" Millikan said as she poked his cheek, “Jeeze! We're about to open the diner! We can't let the others see you sleeping in the corner like a hobo!"

“Heh... like a hobo, you say?" he said whilst standing up from his seat, “If anyone here is to blame for my narcolepsy, it's you and your mother. You two kept me up all night yesterday!"

“Narcolepsy...?" Millikan repeated while the door to the garage opened up, “What does narcolepsy mean?"

“It is a sleeping disorder," Vishtar answered as she entered in through the garage door, “People who have narcolepsy typically sleep a lot during the day," she then looked at Oswald, smiling at him, “I hope you're ready to work, Oswald. From what I heard, Marlon hasn't had anything to eat since this morning."

“He's been doing that a lot lately," he replied as he crossed his arms, “Hmm... maybe I should talk to Jisu tomorrow. See if something's going on at home. He shouldn't be skipping out on breakfast this much."

He thought on it momentarily, before shaking his head. Smiling at Vishtar, he pursed his lips and leaned in, planting a kiss on her lips she gleefully gave back. Then Oswald turned, facing Millikan and kissing her on the lips, one she gave back with twice as much enthusiasm.

“Alright, let's get to work you two. We open in five minutes," Vishtar said, to which her daughter and their lover both nodded.

“Oh! And that reminds me!" said Millikan as she bumped her hip with Oswald's, “Make sure you drink a lot of water today, Ozzie-wald! Mom and I wanna try something new in the bedroom tonight, so you gotta be up and active!"

“You and Vishi always want to try something new in the bedroom," Oswald replied as he chuckled.

Millikan and Vishtar both chuckled too, only for the tomboy-fox to cut herself short when she noticed something.

“Hey! Ozzie-wald," she said as she grabbed a sliver of paper from off the table he was sleeping on, “You left this? It's uh..." she cocked her head, “A letter? Are you writing a letter to someone?"

“Hm? Oh! Right... jeeze... I almost forgot; I really am sleepy," he muttered as he took the paper from her.

“You're writing a letter to someone?" said Vishtar as both she and Millikan looked over his shoulders towards said letter, “Who?"

“Heeeeeyyy! You don't have some secret third lover out there, do you?" the hoyden fox sarcastically said as she punched his shoulder, “You better not be some greedy jerk, Ozzie-wald! We're the only lovers you need!"

“Heh... you two are the only lovers I could ever want," he replied as he shook his head, “No... this letter... I was sending it to... hm..." he sighed, “Eh... it doesn't matter anyway. I doubt he'd care when he gets it. It's just a postcard anyway," stuffing it away into his pocket, “I'll tell you about it after dinner today. Saaayy... what is for dinner today?"

“Kufufufufu! You're favorite, Oswald. Oyakodon!"

…

Dear Uncle Jasper,

I know you probably didn't expect to get a letter from me of all people. I know I'm probably the last person you ever expect to hear from, especially in such an archaic manner as this. But I wanted to send this letter to you, for only this kind of letter can be personal enough to get my feelings across.

I want to say, Uncle Jasper, that I love you. You took me in when I had nowhere to go, and while you may not have been always there, you were the only person to look after me. At times, I think back to our last conversation we had. The one on my graduation from college. I was shocked that you even showed up, let alone spoke with me. And now, I think I finally have that answer.

I do know what I want to do in life. I don't want to just work for no reason. I don't care to be another cog in a wheel. I don't want to be 'anybody'. I'm a somebody. I'm Oswald.

I've met people who have taught me more in a few weeks than any classes have in my entire life. People who I want to spend my time with. People who I want to be with forever. People who I love so very much.

I have a goal in life now, and that goal is making sure my lovers are happy. So long as they're happy, I'm happy, and I'll work to make sure that not a day goes back when they aren't smiling. They've taught me how important family and love is, and I cherish them so deeply.

Whether or not you care Uncle Jasper, whether or not you even get this letter, I just wanted to tell you that I know what is important in life. They're important in life. And yes, you too. So if you ever want to get away from whatever you're doing in life, why don't you look up an island off the west coast called Meridia. Come on down sometime, and we'll take care of you. Promise.

Smiles from Meridia Beach!

Oswald Winters.