Peter's a Prick 
By Ajax B. Coriander
 
Start Date: Jan 24, 2023
End Date: May 5, 2023
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Peter took a drag off the cigarette between his lips, before letting the smoke roll out of his nose. The 20-year-old kangaroo thrusted hard into the dalmatian below him, the dog whimpering as his horse sized prick rearranged the older canine's insides. Red furry hips slammed into those soft spotted cheeks, and he pressed the man's head against the bathroom stall wall with his muscled arms as he dominated the man below him. 

"Take it, old man," he grunted as he gave another hard thrust that made the fat dog's cock flex under him. 

"Oh goddess Roe!" The man swore, "Sonny... oh fuck... I'm... I'm..." The dog howled as he blew his load across the tile floor. The roo cocked a grin, and he leaned over the man's back, moving his hips, and pounding the cum out of that man, enjoying the feeling of his insides squeezing down around his cock.

"That's a good bitch," the kangaroo rumbled. Peter took another pull from the cig hanging from his lips, and then he thrusted in hard and deep, his fat nuts pumping their heavy potent load deep into the older man's guts. He panted for a moment, before pulling back and letting his cock slip from that now gaping hole. His cum trickled down and over the dog's pants that were discarded on the floor. He reached down, grabbed the man's shirt, and used it to wipe the cum from his shaft, before tucking himself back in his jeans. 

"Holy fuck kid," the old dog panted, "I've never seen a cock like that before... Can... can we meet up again?"

"I wouldn't bet on it," the roo said as he pushed the stall door open, and walked over to the sink. He looked at himself in the mirror and he ran his fingers through his messy long blond hair, and he adjusted it, before straightening his long sleeve plaid shirt. 

"Why not?" The dalmatian said, as he scrambled to get his pants on. 

"I've had better lays, you're not bad for a mall bathroom quickie, but you're not worth my time," the kangaroo said as he looked over himself in the mirror, he looked at the diamond shaped white spot on his forehead that went between his eyes in the mass of his dark reddish fur. He washed off his paws, and he turned to leave. The dalmatian deflated, his cum stained clothes still in his paw, as his dick still dribbled cum and roo spunk ran down the back of his thighs. 

Peter walked out into the mall, where a security guard gave him a funny look. He rolled his eyes, and stubbed his cigarette on the sole of his converse, before he tucked the dogend behind his ear. He started to weave through the crowd of the lively packed mall, he cut through a Virgin record store, and made his way to the reason he'd come here today. He looked up at the sign for the sports memorabilia shop, and he saw they were finally open. He ducked inside, past the rows of baseball cards, signed bats, caps, and all sorts of other sports detritus. He walked up to the counter, and a man in his 40s looked at him over a pair of square spectacles. The wolf bristled his mustache, and he asked, "is there something I can help you with, sonny?" 

Peter's fist tightened, normally he would have spat at some old man calling him that, but he forced himself to keep his cool. 

"Yeah," he said, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a torn out piece of a book's page. He slapped it down on the counter, and a picture of a soccer team, with the title "Mississippi State's first soccer team wins against Michigan in the semi-finals". Peter poked his finger to the younger looking wolf in the photo, "that's you, right? Chase Albertson?"

The wolf furrowed his brow, "yeah, that's me. Why?" 

"You're the only team member I could track down. The rest are dead, in jail, or too far for me to get to. I'm hoping you can tell me about one of your teammates, I'd like to know what happened to him." The roo said as he pointed to another player who was front and center in the picture. He was a young athletic looking kangaroo who had a soccer ball tucked under his arm and a cocky grin on his face. 

Chase looked at the kangaroo and then back to the one in the photo, and back again. He gulped, and asked. "Are you sure you want to know?" 

"Yes, tell me. I want to know what happened to the dick." Peter said. "He vanished off the face of the earth after 1977, I haven't been able to find a trace of him anywhere." 

"His name was Richard Dawkins actually, though, he always was more of a Dick back then..." The wolf mused. He got a far away dreamy look on his face, before clearing his throat and moving closer to the counter to hide his crotch. "Okay, but you might not like what I have to tell you..."

=one week later=

Richard changed the volume on his Walkman, and clipped it to the belt of his bright blue shorts. He adjusted the sports bra he had under a black tank top, made from an old band shirt. The shirt was too small for his thicker frame that he'd gotten with age, but he still loved it and was happy to make some use of it. He hated having to wear the sports bra, but his runs were murder on his back if he didn't. So the bandshirt at least made him feel more comfortable. 

His belly was a little pudgy from the latest joey he had brewing in it, but he wanted to try and get into shape before the next tyke made him tuckered out. It felt like every time he got one out of his pouch, a condom would break, and he'd spend the next two years nursing another. He did a few stretches, and then he started to jog down the park trail. The green leaves rustled, and the fresh concrete path shimmered in the sun under his feet. The kangaroo let the sound of the music fill his world as he ran along the path. He tried not to think of the PTA meetings, the various after school things he'd need to take his kids too, or how his oldest was going to leave for college next year. He tried to just focus on the running. 

He was a lot softer than he'd been in his youth, the lack of testosterone and having 8 kids had put a toll on his figure, but he was still fit under that extra bit of pudge. He tried to always at least keep his paw in the game. His husband, having a massive forest garden, helped with that. He felt like most of his weekends were him and the kids pruning this, chopping that, or hauling dirt from one side of it to the other. He figured he should have known it would be like this when married to a Druid... The bear had always said he wanted a forest to heal, but he'd had to settle for a 5-acre plot near the college he coached at. He'd been at least able to construct a small stone henge, and he was always so happy about that.  

Richard came out here a few times a week, enjoying the scenery as they ran along the level path. Sometimes he had a joey in his pouch and another in a stroller, while the older kids watched the rest at home, but today he was lucky. He always made sure to get out here as much as he could. The kangaroo's tail slowly moved from side to side with each running stride.

The deeper he got onto the trail, the more the rest of the world washed away from around him. He wasn't an ex-male turned doeboi who had his life turned upside down with a bit of magic McGuffin powder. He was the same lad he was in his youth, the one who would run through the desert sand as fast as his legs would take him. He closed his eyes for a moment and tried to remember the sensation of the heat bearing down on him and the feeling of the sand against the bare soles of his feet instead of the hard rubber under his soles now. 

He went on like this for another half an hour before he got to the halfway point he'd always turned around at. It was a bathroom, which was always a blessing when you were a few months along and there was a little boomer or flyer kicking on your kidneys like a soccer ball. He put his paws on his lower back and stretched, his soft belly peeked from under his shirt and showed off the opening of his pouch. He slid his headphones off his ears, and walked to the water fountain under the green metal roof that covered the little rest area. 

He leaned down to take a drink, and after a few gulps he heard someone come to a stop behind him. His gray furred ears flicked back. This was strange, no one ever used these trails this time of day. He lifted his head up and he was greeted to the sight of a young male kangaroo. His shirt was off, and it let Richard see his six pack and his muscular chest that would put a marble statue to shame. His red fur had a soft sheen to it from his sweat, and he was wearing nothing but a pair of running shoes and tight red shorts showed off every bit of how much of a male he was. He softly shifted his weight from foot to foot, and he smirked as he noticed the other kangaroo. 

"I don't see many folks like me around here," the younger kangaroo said conversationally. 

"Yeah, we're rare in these parts, for some reason Mississippi doesn't seem to be a nexus for ex-Australians," Richard said as he stood back up. He tried not to let his eyes drift to the front of the man's pants, he'd only seen a glance of the monster he had down there, but it would for sure give his husband a run for his money. 

"I wouldn't know, I was born and raised in this state. I just moved to this area though, I'm starting up classes at Mississippi state in two weeks. It's the same school my mom went to." The younger kangaroo said. Richard's eyes were on the younger man's muscular stomach, so he didn't notice the calculated look in the other roo's eyes that flashed across his face when he said that. 

"Oh, you'll love it here, I've lived in the area for years. And the campus is a lot of fun, I enjoyed my younger years there," the older roo said, "I'm Richard by the way, but some folks call me Rick." He reached out a paw to shake the other man's. 

"And I'm Peter. Peter Hayseed." He reached out and grabbed the other kangaroo's paw, and he used it to pull the shorter figure close, and then used his larger height and weight to push the older roo against the wall next to the fountain. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" the roo growled as a paw came down and reached into his shorts and grabbed the bundle of socks he kept in the front of his jock to seem male. 

"It's weird you try and hide what you are," the younger roo scoffed. "It's not like I couldn't tell the second I smelled you. I could almost taste your scent halfway down the trail. Not quite male, not really female, but that scent that just lets every male know that a critter's coming. A critter that's really only for one thing." He lifted the clean pair of socks to his nose, and he inhaled that doeboi scent. The mystery roo's knee came up and he ground it between Richard's legs. The spot where the ex-jock's lady killer of a cock had once been, but only a shadow of its former self remained. "Mmmhmm, might as well have a pussy here, it's not like this is good for anything." 

Richard blushed and he could feel the kangaroo's muscular body against his soft frame. Part of him knew the guy was being a fucking prick, but his manly scent was driving him mad. He hadn't smelled another kangaroo like this for so long, it brought back memories of his adventurous youth. Campfire nights, warm swims, and salty air. Though, it had been a flyer around his dick in those days and not a boomer like the one towering over him. 

"Of course, I shouldn't assume just because you're a mareboi that you're a whore," the younger male said lustfully, "but who knows, maybe you're a fancy flyer who likes big strong young men. I'm sure a pretty muzzle like that could do all sorts of fun things to a cock like mine though." He pulled back and reached down and pulled his massive cock from his shorts. It was slowly started to thicken, and the younger man slowly stroked his dick. "So how about it girl, do you want some prime kangaroo meat?"

Richard had long given up any pretense of being straight. After his body was rewritten, dick was the only thing he really craved. He bit his lower lip, and he didn't say anything as he just sank down onto his knees and wrapped his paws around that younger man's dick. He stroked it in awe, the only cocks he'd ever seen close to this size were on horses. He didn't even know kangaroo's could get this big, it was at least a third bigger than his own lady killer had been, but it was a bit thinner than his husbands. Maybe a bit longer too. He could smell that roo musk, and it made the dicklet in his pants twitch. The scent clicked with something primordial in his brain, and his mouth started to water as he inhaled it. He needed this prick... 

His muzzle wrapped around it with skill, and his ears laid back as he slid down along it with practiced ease until he was nose deep in the younger man's blond crotch fluff. He just breathed in that young studly scent for a few seconds while those fat nuts rested against his chin. He ran his paws up the reddish roo's legs, and he felt those powerful leg muscles he had underneath. They were just like the ones he'd had in his glory days. 

A paw came down and rested between his ears and grabbed ahold of his hair. "Damn, maybe all you doebois are whores. I ain't never seen anyone take me to the root on the first time, let's see how you handle this, old man." The roo growled. He started to yank out his dick as Richard's lips sucked onto that long shaft, before thrusting all the way back in. He started to fuck the older roo's throat with pentup frustration, like he had a grudge against the mouth he was shoving his cock into. The roo could taste the younger man's potent precum on his tongue, and he moaned as he moved his paw into his as he was used like a two-dollar gigolo. 

But he loved every second of it. 

He grabbed one of his breasts in his pouch, squeezing it and playing with the nipple as he was used. He groaned around that shaft, his mind going silly as that cock thrusted into his throat again and again, that tight passage welcoming it as those potent balls slapped against his chin. He shuddered, and he started to cum into his shorts, his little nub flexing and oozing his seedless impotent cum into the fabric of his pants. 

The way his mouth fluttered made Peter stop thrusting. He growled, his whole body shaking, like he was about to cum but he stopped himself. 

"Wow, you really loved my dick didn't you," he panted. "Well, here why don't I show everyone what a good job you did sucking my dick, pops." He pulled out and grabbed his dick in his paw, it only took a few quick strokes, before pornstar levels of cum burst from his shaft, splattering across Richard's face, oozing down the front of his shirt and even dripping onto his shorts mixing with his own cum. The boomer looked down at his handiwork and smirked, "And now you even look like a whore..." He wiped his dick on the panting older man's muzzle, and then tucked it back in his shorts. 

"Alright, I'm off, maybe I'll see you here again flyer-boy." He turned around and started to jog back down the path. 

Richard's senses slowly came back to him, and he looked down at his just cum soaked clothes, and he grimaced. 

"What a prick." 

And a moment later, with another horny grumble. "A stupid sexy prick..." 

He stood up, and washed off his shirt in the sink the best he could. But the cum still stained it, and he had to make a quick jog of shame back to his van. 

He'd told Johnson about it when he'd gotten home, of course. The bear had growled lustfully and fucked his muzzle with just as much forced as the boy had, but cumming into his pouch instead. Before then flipping him over, and pounding his ass until the roo was spurting into the sheets. 

It went on like that for the next few weeks. He'd randomly meet up with Peter on his jogs, get muzzle fucked, bred, molested, degraded, and just generally sodomized. He may have even been boondoggled at one point, but he wasn't sure. Regardless, he'd go home and recount it to his husband who, would get insanely turned on and then repeat everything that was done by the young stud to his hubby. The grizzly seeing it as his husbandly duty to remind his fancy flyer whose dick owned his ass. 


===

Peter took a drag off the cigarette as his red rusty Toyota Starlight idled in the driveway of the house in front of him. 

This felt stupid. 
Really stupid. 

He'd been working up to the big reveal. The big show stopper that would crush the man who had abandoned him. He'd so long fucking old men in anticipation for that moment when he finally tracked down his deadbeat dad. 

But... after the third fuck session, he began to realize Richard wasn't the dick he'd always made him out to be in his head. Some tactful questions while his spunk cooled in that ass, lead him to that conclusion. And, to his shock, he'd had no idea Peter had ever existed. His mother had always said he knew about his son and he wanted nothing to do with him. But he knew that was a lie now. He should have stopped it as soon as he'd figured it out, but that doeboi ass had been too sweet to quit.

He took another drag off the cigarette like it had offended his honor, and he leaned his head back to let a stream of blue smoke roll out across the ceiling. He closed his eyes, and he wondered if he should just drive off right now and avoid the old man for the rest of his life. Telling the roo he was his long lost son would just be too awkward at this point.   

And to make the whole situation even more awkward, he'd found out that not only had the bear Richard was married to knew about all the fucking they'd been doing. But he'd been turned on by it. Apparently after every fuck session, Richard had told Coach Weaver about every awful thing they'd done, and then done the exact same things to the roo just to prove that he could. So the slut of an old mareboi had been fucked cumming and going. 

One thing had led to another, and then Rick had invited him to his house so they could have a much longer session. He was trying to decide what to do, when finally, he said to himself. 

"Welp, ass is ass."  

He snuffed out the dogend in the cigarette tray and he got out and walked up to the door. There were some kid's toys on the porch, but the house seemed quiet otherwise. He knocked on the door, and it was by the naked image of his father. The doeboi leaned naked against the doorframe, a beer in his paw, and a slim black leather collar around his neck. 

"I was starting to think you might not show," the older roo said with a sly grin. 

"And miss a go at that lovely ass, not a chance." Peter teased. "So is this how you always walk around the house?"

"Nah mate," Richard said, shaking his head. "We had the kids bunk off to their gran's for the weekend. The husband is a druid, so he might wander around the house [i]au naturale[/i] sometimes, but I figured we wouldn't want our session broken up by someone bursting in to say their sister hit them or their brother took their doll." Richard stood aside, and gestured for the younger kangaroo to come in.  

"Cool," said his tail dipped a bit when Richard mentioned his kids. His eyes moved to the beer, and he cocked an eyebrow. "Wait, can you drink that?" He said pointing at it. 

"Oh yeah, no worries. John mixes me up something that protects the baby, and I can drink and smoke on days like these. You know, special occasions. I can't use it all the time, but it's one of the benefits of being married to a magic user."

Peter nodded, and he slid inside. He glanced around the house and one word came to mind as he saw inside: forest. 

Everything seemed to be made out of natural materials. Wood, stone, cotton, and clay. There were plants woven into the house like decoration. One wall looked like wallpaper at first, but as he got closer he realized that it was actually some living vines that had grown flat along the wall, and sprouted flowers that weaved themselves into intricate matching patterns. The whole place felt like it was in the middle of an ancient woodland. The air smelled cleaner. The scent of his cigarette smoke seemed to be sucked from the very air, and he was breathed clearer than he had in years. 

That's when he picked up the scent of the fancy flyer before him. His cock stirred in his jeans as that doeboi scent filled his nose. It wasn't as strong as if the older kangaroo had been in heat or when he'd been working out, but that pleasant flowery smell tickled his nose, and it made him want that gray furred ass even more. 

Peter moved in closer, and he slid his arms around the older kangaroo's waist. The touch was gentler than any he'd used on the trail. He wasn't sure why, but he felt the urge to pull the flyer into him, and feel their smaller body against his. He leaned down and sniffed at their neck as his paws slid down along that gray furred belly to the opening of their pouch. He teased it with his finger as the bulge in his jeans ground against the older kangaroo's bare ass. 

"So if we're all alone in here, that means I can fuck you wherever I want, isn't that right?" Peter growled lustfully. He started to nuzzle at their neck, and then he gently bit along the crook of it with his blunt teeth. 

"Y-yes," Richard squeaked. Their voice was always a little higher pitch when the younger roo had them in this position. 

"Then should I just bend you over right here and breed you here and now? Give you a nice thick load under your tail before we even start." 

"We... we should go to the patio first," Richard moaned. "I've got some beers out in a cooler, and John has some steaks on the barbie."

"I guess some protein to replace all I'm about to lose into you wouldn't be a bad idea," Peter teased. 

"Hah," Richard scoffed, "come on joey." 

Peter felt his dick flag a bit at being called that. It reminded him of just where he was, and who he was humping through his pants. 

"Uh yeah, right." He agreed and the two of them walked out. The patio was covered in a massive canopy of vines and branches. Sun filtered through the leaves, giving just enough light to see, but giving more than enough shade. As Peter looked closer, he realized there were dozens of types of fruits, vegetables, nuts, and herbs seeming to all sprout from the same plants. Everything was ripe and hung down just within reach.   

The patio had a table, an outdoor round bed, a sex swing, a hot tub, and a few chairs scattered about. Peter eyed the sex swing and wondered if it'd just been put up for today or if it was a stable feature here. Towards the lawn, which was more of a meadow filled with very short flowers, there was a brick barbeque. Wearing only an apron was a large brown bear, his back was turned towards them, and he was busy with some steaks. The sound of meat sizzling and wood smoke filled the air in a heavenly haze. The grizzly bear was chubby, but it was clear he still had a lot of power to him. His fur had spots of gray and white, and occasionally he'd shift, and the younger roo could catch a glimpse of the set of massive balls between his thighs. 


The bear turned and looked back at the newcomer and waved a paw still holding a pair of tongs. "Good timing, these were just coming off the grill." The bear put the steaks on a serving dish and brought them to a table where some other food was already waiting. There were three places set, and a small cooler full of beer waited on the ground. The bear dropped a steak on all of their plates, and took off his apron. It allowed Peter to see the thick monster between the man's legs for the first time. It would put most of the old men he'd plowed to shame. The fur around his crotch was still a dark brown, but there were more sprigs of gray here and there than the rest of him. The bear sat down, his legs spreading as his balls rested on the fabric of the seat, and he cracked open a beer. 

"So, you're the lad that's been making my wife as frisky as a college student again. I don't think they've been this horny since that first year after their heat." The bear said as he took a sip of his beer. "I've been having a lot of fun showing him that his husband can still fuck just like he did 20 years ago." He smirked with a hint of his sharp teeth showing. 

Peter was starting to feel a little overdressed compared to the two of them, but he decided to sit down and start on the steak. 

"Well, he's only seen me during our quickies in the woods, I'm wondering if you'll be able to keep up today." The roo teased back. 

"Trust me, if I can keep up with a bunch of rowdy soccer players, I think I can keep it with a perky prick like you," the bear said in a joking tone. "Though, my practices aren't as athletic as they used to be." Johnson said as he glanced over at Richard with a knowing look, "but I still have to run up and down the field." He looked back at the younger kangaroo at the table. "Do you play any sports?"

"I ran track a bit in high school, but my mom was always kind of dead set against me being a jock, she had some... issues... with them when she was in college," he said as he played with some of the peas on his plate with his fork. "She died in a car accident when I was 16, and I'd tried to get back into it, but I got kicked off the team for some... fights." 

"I'm sorry to hear that," Johnson said in a soft tone. 

"Everyone is," the younger kangaroo said curtly. "Don't worry about it, I'd rather just think about something else. Speaking of which, did ya'll have something planned for today?" 

"Nah mate," Richard said, "I just wanted two cocks to play with for a while. I always get super horny around this stage in my pregnancy." 

"True, when he's swollen up like a balloon, I sometime just wake up with them on my dick," the bear teased. 

"It's not my fault you're a horny bastard who still gets morning wood..." Richard mumbled. 

"Sure, my doe," the bear said with a playful eye roll. "The only thing I had planned was to eat, smoke, and see where the night takes us." The bear made a gesture with his paw, there was a faint green glow in the air, and a vine creeped down from the canopy above them holding a wooden box. The bear held out his paw and the vine placed the box in it. He ran his finger along the seem, little green sparks trailed his finger and the box sprang open. Inside was everything he'd need for a very good time. Rolling papers, a small rolling tray, a lighter and a half mason jar full of the prettiest buds Peter had ever seen. 

"Now we're talking," Peter said as he watched the bear pluck out a premade joint and a lighter from the box. 

"I guess I don't need to ask if you smoke then," Johnson observed, "I do need to warn you, this ain't the ditch weed you get from some kid's dorm room. This is my very special reserve. I mix a few extra herbs I learned about from an old grimoire. It's going to really get your blood flowing, and give your pecker some power, Peter." The bear flicked open his lighter and sparked up. The flame tickled the end and purple flame glowed for a moment, before a cherry red ember formed on the tip. The bear drew in and green sparks crackled along the paper surface. He leaned his head back and exhaled, whisps of blue, purple, and green smoke danced in the air before fading into a canopy. 

"I'll understand if you're not man enough to give it a try," the bear taunted as he lowered his head back down and held the joint out to the youngest person in their group. 

"Fuck you, old man," the kangaroo said as he grabbed the joint, "I can handle whatever you can give to me." 

Johnson smirked, one of his canines showing past his teeth, "we'll see boy'o, we'll see." 

Peter took a draw off the joint and the same green sparks crackled along the paper. His lips and tongue tingled, and it danced with other flavors that mixed with the taste of the normal flower. There were hints of citrus, peppermint, and chocolate. It also somehow tasted of experiences. He could feel moss beneath his fingertips, wet meadow grass tickling his legs, and the feeling of hot red stones under his feet. 

He blew out the smoke and every sensation hit him in reverse until he was just left with the simple tingle of weed. He looked at the joint in his paw and he just marveled at it for a moment. 

"Good huh?" The fancy flyer who had moved behind him said as a paw slid along his arm to the joint. "The first time I smoked it, I felt like I was running across the sand in the desert, and I could smell the salt from the surf like it was just inches away. John gave me some long explanatory druid speech, but basically it seems to call on ancestral memory or some wakadoo nonsense like that. The effect wans after the first few puffs, but those first few hits are like magic. I only ever get close to the feeling when I'm having a really good run." Richard guided the boomer's paw, joint and all, to his muzzle he took a drag while peter still held it between his thumb and pointer finger. He kissed his way along the red fur and then slowly blew smoke over the inner part of the other man's arm and made him shudder with delight. 

"Damn," was all Peter could manage to say. 

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking," the old bear leaned forward and grabbed the joint from Peter's unprotesting fingers, and he took another puff. Richard on the other paw was slowly pulling up the younger man's shirt, and exposing his stomach to the world. He ran his paw over it and the boy's cock throbbed in his tight jeans. "Here, let me help you with those while you take a minute." Johnson reached forward and undid the cow skull belt buckle on the boy's jeans, and the top button, before grabbing them and yanking them down. 

Peter had gone commando, so his shaft sprung to life and throbbed in all its glory above his massive balls. 

"Damn kid, you just might give me a run for my money. But let's find out..." The bear said as he helped Peter off with his converse and finished taking off his pants. Richard was making short work with the boy's shirt and was peeling it off him as he recovered. He leaned down and kissed him, the two kangaroo's lips intertwining for a moment, father and son's tongues slid across one another- only one of them aware of that fact. The boomer's cock pulsed, and he slid his paw across the fancy flyer's chest and slipped his paw into their pouch. He wrapped his paw around one of the plump breasts inside and gave it a squeeze. The doeboi moaned, and he broke the kiss to catch his breath and take another hit from the joint. The three of them began passing it between them after each puff. 

A little later Johnson was stroking his dick, and he slipped it along the younger kangaroo's. The druid grabbed them both, rubbing their hard cocks together while the boomer played with the breasts in his father's pouch. 

Peter looked down and smirked, "looks like I'm longer, old man."

"Yeah, but I'm thicker, so let's call it a tie," the bear grunted as he slowly stroked them both between his fingers. 

"I have a better idea, let's get a tie breaker..." The roo said as he slid his paw out of Richard's pouch and raised it to the back of his head. He slid it through that blond hair, and slowly pressed him downward. The older kangaroo quickly got the hint and got on his knees between the two men. He pushed Johnson's paw away, and with skill he wrapped both paws around their shafts and brought them to his muzzle. His wet mouth slowly bobbed up and down as the two men softly thrusted into him and against each other. 

Peter took another drag, he could still feel the grass against his thighs and the red rocks under his feet, but the bigger buzz was slowly being replaced with a normal high he got from weed, but the A++ stuff. 

"They've been lusting after my dick for weeks; do you really think I'll lose?" The roo teased. "It's all about the length after all." 

"Nah, no way. It's about girth. What's the point of length if it can't squish their buttons? Might as well shove a pencil under there," the bear scoffed. 

"Care to bet on it then?" The younger cocky kangaroo teased. 

"Yer on, what's the terms?" Johnson asked. 

"If I win, I want a round with your ass to show just what length can do."

"Hmm," the bear said as he rubbed his chin, "not enough. I think we should up it. If I win, I want unlimited access to your ass for as long as you're here, and if you win, you get access to mine. Fair is fair, right?"

Peter clenched as the bear's words passed his ears. But he'd seen the bear's ass on the way in, maybe it would be worth the risk. He growled lustfully and he felt his balls churn as he thought of himself deep inside of the brown furred rump. His tail tip flicked, and he found himself nodding. "Fine, but I'm not going to be sorry if you're walking funny for the next week." 

"Likewise for the next month," the bear teased back. 

"You know," Richard said as he came up still stroking both dicks, "I feel like I should be insulted that you're both for thinking of fucking each other while your dicks are literally in my mouth." 

Johnson snorted with laughter and Peter blushed. 

"Don't worry darling, you'll get plenty of dick. I have enough juice to fill both of you up, dunno about our young friend, but you should have a good time no matter what." 

"Don't worry, I have more than enough," Peter replied. 

"Okay, well in that case..." Richard sized up both dicks, wrapping one paw around each and stroking them. Occasionally he'd lean in, lick one, and then look thoughtful, before trying the other. "Hmm..." He gave them both a squeeze and said, "Sorry John..." the older roo started, and the younger smirked, before his hopes were dashed, "you're going to have a sore back from fucking loads into two kangaroo's..." 

"Hell yeah," Johnson shouted. 

"What?" Peter squeaked. 

"What can I say? When I get fucked, I like to feel myself stretched... Your good sweetie, but there's a reason I'm still with this bear." 

"And here I thought it was my lovely personality," the bear growled playfully. 

"Mostly your dick, but that doesn't hurt." The roo smiled and the bear reached down to cup the fancy flyer's face and stroke it with his thumb. 

"Good," he said, before looking back at the loser who would be very sore before he left. "Okay lad, for a consultation prize, why don't you have the first go with my wifey's ass? I could use another beer anyway." The bear stood up, and Richard took his place. He slid up into the younger kangaroo's lap, that hard cock pressing against the soft dick between the mareboi's legs and teasing his shrunken balls. The fancy flyer shifted his hips, and that cock slide under him and sprung up behind his ass. He teased it, before reaching behind him and guiding the tip to his slick hole.

Johnson grabbed a beer from the cooler, held it firm while placing the cap against the edge of the table, and slammed his palm down on the top. The cap popped off just as a moan of pure pleasure came from Peter's muzzle. Johnson took a sip of the beer, before pinching out the joint, and tucking the dogend behind one of his round ears. 

He grabbed a seat and pulled it over so he could watch the show of that young lad breeding his mareboi. As they fucked something began to niggle at the back of his mind. The color of their hair matched almost perfectly, those blond patches meshed together and the only way he could tell them apart were the bits of gray. There were the eyes too, they were almost a match. The same green he'd looked into as the roo's body squeezed around his dick. 

He shrugged, and he took a sip of his beer and waited for them to finish. 

===

Weed was shared, beers were drunk, preparations were made, and loads were spent into the fancy flyer's muzzle and ass. The three of them were locked in a near constant state of fucking. Richard was never far from another hard prick to fill one of his holes, and both studs made sure he came more than once around their cocks. 

Peter took another drag off of the joint as he felt a blush starting to spread across his face and turn the inside of his ears pink. He was laying in the sex swing, naked as the day he was born, while his legs were up against the straps and his long tail hung down to the ground. The roo standing next to him put the dogend out and rubbed a paw across his chest. 

"So regretting making that bet?" Richard asked in a gently teasing tone. 

"I have a feeling it was rigged," Peter grumbled, "but I guess I needed to get fucked one of these days." 

"Wait," the bear said as he grabbed a bottle of lube from the table, "you've never been fucked before?" 

"I ain't never been no tailraiser... I always fucked guys, but the old guys I fucked were always bottom fags, so none of them ever got the chance." 

"Oh, then I am going to enjoy popping your cherry, joey..." The bear growled. He drizzled lube over his cock, the stainless steel cock ring that went around his whole package made his cock stand tall and proud, the veins throbbing as it thought about the virgin territory it was going to claim. 


Richard didn't say anything, his ears just folded back, and he really looked at how thick Johnson was. He grabbed onto the chains near his head, and he tried to take some calm breaths. The bear slid up behind him, and he felt a paw grab his ass. 

"Don't worry, I'll take it nice and slow. I plan on fucking you a lot today, so I need to ease you into this first time, but soon you'll be able to take it nice and rough." The bear said as he smeared some lube over his fingers, and slid them over the young boomer's hole. That pink skin glistened as the old man prodded one of his fingers against that entrance, before slowly probing at it, getting it used to the feeling of having something sliding across it, before slipping in one of his fingers. 

Peter gasped. It felt electric to have something slide into him for the first time. He squeezed the chains of the swing tight, and his toes curled as that finger probed deeper inside of him. It felt like nothing he'd ever imagined, like getting his dick sucked after going a week without jacking off. Like, he knew it had to feel good for all the fags he'd lifted the tail of, but... not like this. He groaned and his cock twitched, already starting to rise again above his balls. 

"Liking it already," the bear grinned, "only a true bottom bitch would make noises like that."

"Ugh, suck it." The roo cursed in reply. 

"Don't mind if I do, mate." Richard said in reply as he slid his head between the younger roo's legs and started to slowly suck on the thickening shaft between those muscular thighs. 

"Wait, I..." his protests turned into a moan as the bear struck his prostate for the first time. It was like someone reset his brain. He shuddered and his hole squeezed down on the bear's digit like a vice. Coach Weaver didn't give him a chance to recover, he just slid out his finger, before adding another and slowly stretching open that pink pristine hole. "Ugghhh, fuck." The young boomer groaned as he was assaulted from his front and back. He bit his lip trying to deny how much he liked the sensations, but it all felt like almost two much. Just when he'd get used to it, another finger would get added and his mind would frits again. He felt like he lost control of himself as he shook in that swing, the springs connecting it to the outdoor pagoda creaking as he did. 

"Huh," the bear mused as he probed that kangaroo's insides. He was amazed the tightass had loosened up so quickly. Guys always took more than this for virgins. He was either lying or... well he wasn't sure. The bear felt the heat of that boy around his digits, and his cock pulsed between his legs. Coach Weaver growled lustfully, and he stood up straight, he looked at his wife's head bobbing between that boy's legs sucking on that hard cock and it made him fill with pride. He just loved what a slut he'd become over the years. The bear slid his fingers out of that boy's tight hole, and he lined up the head of his cock with that sweet pink hole. He didn't give a warning, he just pressed the head of his cock to that entrance, and slid right in. The young boomer seemed to suck him in, and he groaned as that wonderful heat surrounded him. It felt as smooth as slick velvet. 

His balls came to rest against the boy's ass way sooner than they should have, the bear looked down in shock... though, he couldn't see anything past his rotund belly. That ship had sailed 20 years ago. But it was like the boy had bloomed for him, like that rosebud had opened and sucked him in while squeezing down on him with all it's might. It was the oddest sensation, but a good one. It reminded him of what his fancy flyer had felt like the first time he'd fucked him. He grunted, and grabbed the chains of the sling. The grizzly held onto them as he pulled back, that tight hole sliding slickly along his shaft. He growled, and decided with a feeling like that, he shouldn't hold back. His grip tightened, he bent forward, and he started to pound that roo's hole with all the stamina an old guy like him could muster. 

Considering he still ran laps with the boys he coached, that was a lot. 

Peter couldn't think, his brain felt like a fizzy fog of pleasure he had to fight his way through. All he could do was groan, moan, and utter the occasional curse word. His life became the feeling of that sucking fag muzzle and that thick stud bear cock. He knew he should feel like he was being split open, like his virgin ass was about to crack in half, but it just felt good... more than good. His toes and tail curled. He whined, and moaned, and shook. Every time his prostate was struck, he felt like he was going to launch off the sling and into the air. His tail curled around the bear's waist at some point, and he started to use it to pull the man deeper into him as those fuzzy grizzly orbs slapped against his ass. He wanted to feel all of it. He wanted to feel more of it. He wanted to feel that bear's hot spunk deep inside of him. His mouth almost watered as he started to imagine all the things a stud like him could do to the young boomer. He imagined himself on his knees, thick bear dick in his muzzle. He imagined himself bent over a park bench. Filled till his belly was swollen with cum and he was leaking from his ass. He wanted to be the bear's. 

He could feel his balls starting to pull up, and he whimpered as he started to cum into that older roo's muzzle. He gripped onto the chains so tight that his knuckles turned white and he felt like they'd snap under the strain. He came. And came. And came. He came harder than he thought he could and the roo sucking his dick seemed shocked at the flood that poured into him, but he swallowed every last drop. 

The bear felt the roo cum, and it was pure ecstasy as it squeezed and pulsed around his dick. That heat grew and he couldn't hold back himself. He thrust forward and dumped the first real load of cum into that boy's ass, filling him up with his potent seed as the boy came around his dick. 

"Holy fuck, that was a huge load." Richard said as he pulled off the boy's dick panting. "I feel like I got at least 30 grams of protein for that." The doeboy rubbed his mouth on the back of his paw and looked at the sticky trail his lips left behind. "Where were you hiding that? You'd already fucked me twice... do you have a second set of balls or something?"

The bear staggered back, his dick slipping from the boomer's rump, and a trail of cum dribbling from it onto the ground. He looked down at his handiwork, and smirked. The boy's ass looked too good like that. 

Peter stared out into space for a moment, not really seeing or hearing anything the other two people around him did. Had... had he really thought those things? Had he really pictured himself like some sissy fag? He shuddered, and tried to remember why he'd come here. But... why had he come here? Was this all still for some weird revenge on a father who didn't know that's who he was? What was the point in telling him now? He shuddered, he knew one thing though, he was not going to be out down by the bear. 

"You ain't see nothing yet," the roo growled as he used his tail to thrust himself up onto his feet in one powerful leap. His muscular frame flexed. Sweat glistening off of him, and then he grabbed Richard and bent him over the table. Somehow his cock was hard again, and it was already sliding under the other roo's tail... "I got more than enough cum for you, fag." 

The hours passed, the sun set, and the 3 critters got up to anything and everything. It was hard to tell where one person's cum began and another ended. Their fur was all mused and each one of them was sore in places they didn't know they had. They had scuffs and scrapes in places, and the house looked like it'd had a bomb go off in it. The two kangaroos were on the coach. The gray furred Richard nestled on the taller red furred Peter. The younger roo was slowly stroking the gray fur under his fingertips as they both looked as if they were about to drift to sleep. The doeboi had his head between Peter's pecks, and his blond hair sprawled across the younger man's chest. 

Johnson sat in his easy chair across from them, and he took in the sight. It was cute. Something like a parent would do with their child, though, in reversed positions and with more clothes on. The bear sipped a glass of water, having stopped drinking and smoking a few hours ago. He started to glance along their features, and they seemed so familiar. The young lad almost looked like one of his sons, his oldest. He was a bit taller, and fur color was the same... The fur color that he'd gotten from his dam. He glanced at their faces, and more started to align. The roo's face had changed after he'd gotten knocked up that first time, but the nose, and ears were the same, and he could see more hints of his son in there. 

He started to think back to the conversations he'd had with the boy over the day, and he started to do some math. He looked closer at the face, and the white diamond on his forehead and between he eyes. Hadn't someone he'd known back then had something like that? Oh yeah, Blaze's old mare... who Richard had fucked just before his first heat. He was midway through a sip of his water when it hit him. He sprayed water from his muzzle, and he coughed. The two kangaroos on the coach were jolted awake, and the younger one swore. 

"What the hell?" Peter snarled. 

"You're," the bear coughed. He thumped his chest and then cleared his throat, before he shouted. "You're Richard's son!"

"How much weed did you smoke?" Richard said back without missing a beat. "That's bullshit."

"No, think about it!" The bear sputtered, "He's oh... fuck, what was that mare's name? The one that always hung around Blaze before your first heat. The one you fucked. The times make sense, and look at him. Really look at him. He has your eyes, your fur, and more. He also has that diamond shaped pattern that the mare did. The timeline makes sense too, he's just the right age." The bear pointed. "Look and tell me I'm wrong."

The bear snapped his fingers, "Fuck! I remember her name now. She was Tilly, Tilly FUCKING Hayseed." 

The kangaroos were sitting up now, and Richard really looked at the boy in front of him and his eyes slowly widened as he took in the features. Ones he'd had long ago before he'd grown tits and a pouch. His paw came up to cover his muzzle. "Fuck."

Peter's tail curled around his leg. 

This was it, the big reveal he'd thought about since he'd come up with his bullshit idea to seduce the fag that was his father. That he'd fucked so many old men thinking about. The one he felt like he'd waited for all his life. So many things could come out of his mouth, he opened it, shut it, opened it again, and finally he just said, "Fuck!"

He leapt to his feet using his tail to propel him forward and to where his pants laid in a crumpled heap. Panic filled his eyes, and he snatched up his clothes from the floor. He didn't look back, he didn't answer the shouts coming after him, he just slammed his shoulder into the door, and it burst open in front of him. He ran naked across the yard, tore his car door open, and jumped inside. He tumbled into the seat, scrambled for his keys as people shouted after him. Panic filled his veins, his heart pounded in his chest, his tires squealed on the loose gravel as he tore out of the driveway and sped off into the night...

"Fuuuuuuck," Richard swore as he stood naked in the doorway to his home. 

 
=2 months later= 


Richard's paw absentmindedly rested on his protruding belly. He wondered idly if he was going to need to take a 6th leak of the morning or if he was going to make it through this meeting without needing to pee. The doeboi looked around and took note of the peeling hospital green paint on the walls, the mysterious water stains on the ceiling, and the various debris cluttering the dirty carpeted floor. There was even a bit of glowing moss that he watched in horror as it ate a cockroach that got too close. He looked at the eviction notice on the door in front of him, and he sighed. 

His back was sore from having to walk up two flights of stairs, but here he was. He put a paw on his lower back, and he lifted his other to knock on the door. He paused. This whole situation was so fucked up. On one paw he wondered if he had a right to be here, to swoop into this kid's life after decades of absence. On the other, the little prick had clearly known for a while, if not from the beginning, that he was the boy's father. 


The doeboy glanced at the eviction notice again, and he made up his mind. He knocked. 

There was a clatter from inside and he heard something break, followed by a swear. 

"I have a day left Samson, fuck off." The voice from behind the door growled. 

Richard's ears perked up, the voice sounded different from the last time he'd heard it. It seemed softer, higher. 

"I ain't Samson, mate." The doeboi replied. 

There was a long stretch of silence. Richard considered saying something, but just before he did the voice behind the door spoke up. 

"Just... go away." The voice from behind the door said, with a slight tremble to it. 

"Sorry, can't do that." Richard put a paw on the doorframe to hold himself up. Fuck his feet hurt, and his ankles felt swollen. "First, we need to talk. And second, I need to sit down and rest before I can trek it down to the first floor again." 

"Please, I..." the door clunked as a forehead pressed against it on the inside, "I can't do this. Please. I should have never... I didn't... fuck." 

"What's done is done," Richard said, "I know I can't be your pa, I was gone too many years for that, but maybe I can be your friend... Will you let me in?" There was another long pause and then the bolt in the door slid back, before the door opened a crack, the chain keeping it from fully opening. 

"Why?" The voice from behind the door asked. 

"Because even if I didn't know about you, you're still one of my joeys... I want to help. John wants to help. We know you stopped going to classes and your job. I've been trying to find you for weeks, and I want to get to know you. The real you." Richard looked up to meet Peter's gaze, but he only saw air. He started to turn his head downward, and soon he was staring into green watery eyes that matched his own. The kangaroo in front of him was shorter. The red fur was starting to turn to a silvery gray. Their face had grown softer, and their voice had changed. Their hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, and there were paths in his fur where tears had fallen. His right eye was swollen, healing from something he must have gotten a week ago or more. The top of one of his ears was missing, and he looked like the life had been sucked form him. 

"Oh no, joey..." Richard said softly as he looked at the young doeboi in front of him. "I guess we have a lot more to talk about than I thought about." The older roo took a breath, "look, just let me in. I want to help, if I can." 

Peter looked away, and he paused, before slowly closing the door. Richard wondered if that was a sign he'd been subtly told to fuck off, but then he heard the chain slide and the door opened enough to let him inside. He slid inside, and took a look at the room. The space didn't look much better from the hallway, but an attempt had been made to clean the carpet, there were some posters on the walls, and a coach sat against the wall facing a TV. There were a few trash bags next to the door, and the whole place had a lived in smell, like Peter hadn't left it for at least a week. There was a small table, where a backpack filled with supplies rested, a small cardboard box, and a tent. Richard's heart ached. Those weren't camping supplies, they were things Peter would need to live on the street. Richard cleared his throat, looked around, and marched over to the coach and sat down. He spread his legs wide, and he patted the coach next to him. 

"Come on over," Richard said. The new doeboi eyed him wearily and scratched at their arm. A few red tufts of fur fell, more silvery ones showing from underneath. Peter sat reluctantly, sitting as far away from the older roo as possible, nearly on the arm of the coach. 

"If we were women, I guess we'd try small talk for a while, and beat around the bush, but let's just do the hard parts first." Richard said as he rested his paws on his swollen belly. "You're my son, right? I can guess, but I want to hear you say it."

"Yes," Peter said as he stared at the blank TV screen. 

"Did you know that before we fucked and then continued to fuck like rabbits?" 

"That's kinda speciest..." Peter replied. 

"And you're deflecting like a little bitch," Dick growled, "man up and tell me." 

"Yes, I knew," Peter grumbled. 

"So why? What was your plan?" Richard asked, his tone softening a bit. "Did you even have one?"

Peter picked at the loose fabric strands of the couch's armrest, and he shifted uncomfortably. There was a long moment of silence, before he spoke. 

"Too good of one apparently," Peter sighed, "I've always had... daddy issues. At some point, it started to turn into fantasies about what I'd do to my bio-dad if I ever found him. This morphed into wanting to fuck older men into submission, and things kind of spiraled. I worked myself up, I was convinced that you really knew about me. Hell, my mom had said she told you, and that you'd fucked off to go be a fag. I worked you up into this monster in my head I needed to bring down onto his knees." He sighed. 


"After mom died, and I had all the details, I started to work on tracking you down. I figured, if you were some faggot tail raiser, I'd have no problem seducing you. Then, I'd... I don't know, reveal myself to you, get you to crumple with shock and disgust? But," Peter said, his gaze lifting up and focusing on his reflection on the TV screen, "as we started, I realized, you weren't the monster I thought you were. I think you might have been a dick when you were younger, but that wasn't who you were now. And that you'd had no idea that I'd existed. Everything fell apart... and your ass was good, like, really good. I was starting to like being close to you, and one thing lead to another." 

"And then we figured out who you were and Johnson cunted you..." Richard said. 

Peter winced, "isn't there a better term for it?"

"The hippies like to call it "awakened" and there's some pornos that call it "claimed". But "cunted" is what most folks call it. It's when you get fucked full of cum for the first time, and it starts to trigger the change," Dick shrugged. He paused and cleared his throat, "So... I have to ask, are you... pregnant? It's hella rare to happen before your first heat, but..."

"No, thank Pharrar's hearth and forge, or whatever god helped me," the younger roo shook his head, some loose red fluff falling off as he did. "I took a test after I started to notice I was getting shorter, and again a week later just to be sure. And then," he gestured to his face, "of course I entered my first heat. So that backs it up." 

"Fuck, what happened anyway?" 

"I had a job at the 7/11 down the street, it wasn't much, but it paid my rent and bills. I was doing some restocking when a drunk asshole walked in, and it turned out my body had chosen that night to go into heat for the first time. The husky tried to pin me down, we fought, he gave me the black eye, I hit him in the nuts. I ran out, but the night didn't end there," the younger kangaroo pulled his legs onto the couch, and his tail wrapped around himself. 

"I think I might have had a concussion, or something, I don't know. I just know I was out of it. Someone grabbed me in an alley, I fought back again, but they bit a chunk out of my ear. After that I came straight home, and I haven't left my house since. I have a pizza boy drop stuff outside my door, and I've been tipping him extra to bring me stuff like ramen. It burned through my cash fast, but it was the only way I knew I was safe. I wasn't... sure how it all worked, and I was afraid to go outside again until I knew, without a doubt, my heat was over." He felt his eyes start to well up, and tears started to roll down his face. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he cursed as he tried to rub the tears away. "I was such a dumbass. God dammit, why am I crying? I never used to fucking cry." He said as he tried to force the tears away. 

Richard bit his lower lip, and he sat up. He reached out, hesitated for a moment, before he gently touched the new doeboi's arm. "It's the hormones. You're producing less testosterone, and your body has started pumping out more estrogen. Plus, your body chemistry is all fucked up right now. When you change normally, you're kind of a mess until you stabilize. I mean, you're still going to be a bit different, but it won't be as bad." 

"Gods dammit," the young roo swore as the crying turned into sobs. "I don't want this... I... want it to stop. I just want to be a real man again." 

Richard moved in closer, and his tail slid up to slide along the mareboi who was his son. Something of a statistical miracle itself. "I know it's not easy, as the fruit of my loins, you should know I used to be something of a stud myself." 

Peter looked up at the older kangaroo, a grimace on his face. 

"Okay, I could have phrased that better." Richard said, "But I'm just saying I know what it's like. It's a lot to get used to, but it's just who you are. You don't stop being a man just because you grow a set of tits and can pop out joeys like a pez dispenser." 

"You're really bad at that whole analogy thing," Peter said. 

"Yeah... Johnson is better at the whole pep talk thing. I was always more of a bad joke and emotional support dad, not the one for sage advice." Richard admitted. "Anyway, all I'm saying is," he reached out and pressed his paw to Peter's chest. "You are what you are in here, not what your body looks like or can do. If you're a man, you're still a man." 

"In my tits?" Peter asked as he looked down at the paw on his chest. 

"Fuck, you got your stupid from me." Richard growled, "I MEAN in your heart, dumbass. The rest," he gestured at the gray fur and softening body of the boy in front of him, "is just window dressing." Richard slid his paw down and started to stroke at the roo's curled tail. His tail tip curled over the tip of the young man's in front of him. "So if you feel like a real man, be one. If you don't, don't. I'm not the masculinity police. The only thing that matters is how you feel and who you want to be." 

Peter was silent for a few long moments. He absentmindedly reached down and started to stroke his father's tail, letting his fingers slide through the silky soft fur. 

"I guess..." He finally muttered, "but that's for me to unpack later. What am I supposed to do now? What happens to me when I go into heat? Is there any way to prevent it?" 

"There's some drugs that lessen the effects, but they can be kinda hell on the body. They're working on better ones, but they have to mix magic and chemistry to make it work, and that lengthens the whole process. Maybe in a few years, but right now... the only way to not go into heat, is to get knocked up. That gives you 9 to 12 months of a reprieve."

"I'm... not ready for that yet," Peter said, "I can barely take care of myself, how would I... take care of someone else?" 

"Don't worry, I'm not going to pressure you for grandjoeys anytime soon," Richard said. 

"Gee, thanks, I guess." Peter rolled his eyes. 

"But that makes total sense, really. When I was your age, I had... reasons, why I got pregnant right away. But as long as you keep track of things, you can avoid it. We'll talk about it later," Richard said as he stood up, and he reached out a paw to the young man on the couch, "it's a conversation better had at home." 

"What?" Peter asked. 

"Come home with me. We have the room, and you'll get used to your brothers and sisters in no time. Me and Johnson talked after he pulled some strings and found out information about you from the school. We figured something might have happened to you, and I knew I was going to make this offer before I even showed up." Richard smiled softly, trying to reassure the kangaroo in front of him. "I wasn't there for you when you were a joey, but let me be there now."

Peter just looked at the paw for a moment, like it would reach out and bite him, but then he reached forward and took it. He stood up, gathered his things, and the two of them walked out of the apartment together. 

=Epilog=

Many years later...


Peter sat on the edge of the porch that overlooked his backyard. The crickets chirped, and the fyre-flies danced through the night air. There was a little bear boy and a little kangaroo girl chasing after them, giggling as they reached out and touched the whisps of cold flames that floated in the air, before they flew away. A grunt came from behind the fancy flyer, before the large polar bear sat down next to the smaller critter. He wrapped an arm around the smaller gray furred doeboi, and he leaned in to bump his black nose against the roo's ear. 

"They're cute when they're not fighting, aren't they?" The bear said with a grin. 

"They're always cute, Brandon" the roo rolled his eyes and swatted at the bear's chest, before reaching to hold the bear's paw. Their wedding rings glinted in the dim light, and the bear took a sip from the glass of sweet tea in his paw. 

"How is number 3 doing?" The polar bear asked in a soft whisper. 

The roo carefully pulled out the flap in the front of his shirt and peeked inside his pouch. The young joey was curled up inside, his eyes closed tight, and still suckling on his pacifier. 

"Still conked out, thankfully." Peter said before carefully closing his pouch again and leaning into his husband's side. 

They stayed in a comfortable silence as they watched their children play for a little while, before the polar bear nuzzled between the roo's large ears. 

"It's nights like this that I wonder if my uncle's magic had something to do with how my life turned out," he said softly into Peter's ear so only he could hear. 

"He's a druid, not a matchmaker. Unless you're part plant, I don't think it works that way," Peter said with a smile. "Though, you are a hydromancer, and I always wonder how that drink spilled onto my shirt..." 

"It's a complete mystery. Unsolvable, clearly," Brandon said with a toothy grin. "You know, speaking of my uncle and your dad... It's been a while since we went to see them, just the two of us." 

"Not since I was pregnant with William, and Richard had my latest sister brewing," Peter mused. 

The bear glanced to make sure the kids were still out of earshot, so he could whisper. "I have to say, you making out with your dad as your pregnant belly pressed into his, and me and my uncle took turns on both of your asses, was hot as hell. It was teenage me's fantasy."  
   
"You said that about having us both in sex swings side by side. Or that thing with my pouch. Or when you said you always wanted to do it on the beach, Or..." 

"Okay," Brandon chuckled, "I was a very horny teenager. I spent way too many nights thinking of breeding a hot piece of ass like you," he said with a lustful growl as playfully nibbled at the roo's long sensitive ear. 

The roo giggled, and he reached over to rub the large white bear's belly. "Well, you're just lucky I liked older men and had really bad daddy issues."

"I would hardly say 30 was DILF territory," the polar bear teased. 

"Well, you were one by 31, so I think that counts," Peter shot back. 

"Just call me daddy then," the bear growled playfully. 

"Maybe later tonight I will..." Peter said with a soft smirk, "let me put the kids down, and you help me work out some of those issues?"

"Sounds like a plan," the bear grinned back. 

"Dad! Papa!" The young kangaroo girl said as she came running up to her parents, "I caught one!" 

"Hey I helped!" The slightly younger bear protested as he came trundling up beside her. 

"I'm sure you did, Richard." Brandon said as he reached down and scooped up the young flyer in his arms. The girl giggled as he held her in his big bear arms. "Now, why don't you show us what you got there, Flower?"

The little flyer opened her fingers just wide enough to see the little flame dancing inside, and she beamed at her parents. The younger bear put his paws on his dad's knee, and he looked up to see the glow in his sister's paws. His eyes wide and bright. 

"You know, if you make a wish, blow on it, and let it go, it's supposed to come true," Peter said. 


Flower's eyes went wide, and she looked down at her paws, before she whispered something to the fyre-fly. She blew on it as it rested between her fingers, and it glowed brighter with its cold flame, before she opened her paws and soared off into the night's sky. Peter leaned against Brandon's side, and reached out to rub between their son's round stumpy ears as their little family watched the little wisp of little flame dance away. 





