Timeline +20 Years, Saturday 8:06 AM.


Raye Eldrich awoke from her nightly trance with a low, long yawn.  For a minute, the little pink-furred fennec lay there under her covers, savoring the warmth and coziness of her bed, her eyes closed.  However, the smell of bacon sizzling, of warm pancakes and butter and maple syrup, all proved far too intoxicating and alluring.  Her stomach growled loudly, waking her from her doze.  She growled back at her stomach, sighing as she deactivated the holodisplay above her face with a swipe of her hand.  


She had chosen what she thought was going to be a science-fiction adventure for her hypnosomatic lucid dream-trance that night; a light-hearted spacefaring romp.  Unfortunately, her finger had slipped as she was selecting her choice on the menu, and she had wound up with an educational program on the production and use of drywall in construction.  By the time she realized what she had done, the program had started, the bright colors were swirling in front of her eyes, and she could not look away.  She had flailed at the “cancel selection” button, but her hands felt like they weighed a ton.  Her eyelids felt ten times heavier.  Slumber came hard and fast after, ignoring her attempts to utter a curse before she fell into her trance.


And so, Raye had been subjected to one of the most boring and unsexy nights she’d had since she’d been old enough to select her own hypnotically-induced dreams.  She groaned, pinching her nose.  She guessed she probably knew more about drywall than any other child in Breezeport now; and that fact annoyed her to no end.  


She pulled the covers off her body, and was entirely unsurprised to be met by her pair of morning erections.  Her penises were achingly hard, standing proud from her hips at their full eleven inch length.  They were throbbing and twitching for attention.  A steady stream of precum was practically pouring from both, making her sheets and fur sticky; though less sticky than they should have been.


Raye was used to waking up, having had multiple wet dreams overnight, triggered by her hypnosomatic programs.  But drywall happened to be one of the least sexy subjects known to humanoid-kind, and she doubted she’d even had one orgasm.


She sighed and reached down, wrapping a hand around her upper penis.  Her fuzzy fingers slid up and down the unyielding flesh, and she gasped in pleasure, her toes curling.  It was not going to take much to set her off.


“Ahem!” someone announced, making Raye yelp in surprise, falling out of her bed in a painful heap, tangled in her sheets.  As she extricated herself, she groaned, rubbing the aching back of her head and looked up.
 
A holographic window was hovering before her, displaying the face of a rabbit with startlingly white fur, marked with glowing green circuit lines.  Her blue-green eyes sparkled with amusement down at Raye as the cub grunted and climbed to her feet.


“Echo, you scared the crap outta me,” Raye grumbled weakly.  She glared up at the AI, who at least had the decency to have an apologetic expression.  The rabbit scratched behind one of her ears, running a hand through her long, almost blindingly-white hair.


“My apologies, Raye.  It is 8:10 on…” Echo said the current date, followed by, “State who you serve.”


“I obey the Headmaster!” Raye chanted back involuntarily.  The words sprung from her mouth on reflex; so deeply ingrained that she could not have stopped them if she had tried. She straightened up at attention, her back stiffening.


“State status,” ordered Echo, with a businesslike tone.  It was simply the morning ritual that every adult, teen, and child in Breezeport went through, no matter what.


“Dream program 21741 ran for 9 ½ hours last night,” Raye intoned, her head going fuzzy and the world seeming to waver around her.  The words emerged from her mouth with no conscious input from her brain.  She heard herself continue in an emotionless drone, “I achieved orgasm only once.  Pleasure was sub-optimal.  I ejaculated roughly one and a half quarts.  I am fully rested and prepared for the day.”


Raye blinked, the world snapping back into focus around her like a switch had been flicked.  She shook it for a moment, frowning grumpily as she looked down at her penises.  Only one orgasm, and only one and a half quarts?  For her, that was downright pathetic.  No wonder her cocks ached so badly for release.


“Status confirmed,” Echo said, nodding, before frowning in concern as she looked down at the little winged fennec, asking, “...Are you feeling all right?  That is very unusual for you.  I can arrange an appointment at the Breezeport Clinic if you need--”


“No, no, it was my stupid fault,” Raye groused, waving a paw dismissively, “I chose a lousy sleep program.  My finger slipped, and I wound up with a documentary rather than something fun.  On that topic, did you know that drywall is usually made of a mixture of gypsum plaster, fiberglass, and other stuff like wax or starch?”

“...No, but I’ve never had the need to download knowledge about drywall into my database, really…” Echo replied slowly.

“...Now you know how I feel about downloading it into my brain,” Raye grumbled tartly.  Echo looked like she did not know whether to laugh or look sympathetic.  The AI settled for coughing nervously and trying to continue her morning routine.


“Well, it is a weekend, so your schedule is clear, Raye.  But I am obliged to remind you that you have three worksheets due on Monday for History, Math, and Science classes.


“Do you need to do a collection today?” Raye asked, half-hopefully.


“No, I am afraid not, dear.  You’re next due for semen analysis on Wednesday,” Echo informed her.  Raye sighed, nodding.  It never was that easy.


“Sorry, Raye.  I’m afraid you’re in your own hands, so to speak.  I’d be happy to help, except…” Echo gestured at the edges of her holowindow helplessly.  Raye sighed again.  Echo could only manifest herself in holographic windows like that except in certain places with more sophisticated projection systems.  In those certain places, she could manifest in a full-body projection, using force-fields and hard-light systems to interact with the physical world. 

“...It’s fine,” sighed Raye, reaching down to wrap her hands around her penises again, waving the AI off, “See ya later, Echo.”  


Echo blinked and gave a small, apologetic wave, before the window vanished with a small “blip” noise.  


Raye sighed. She had sort of hoped that Echo would have the time to zonk her out and drive her to a raging climax, but she understood that the weekends were a very busy time for her.  She did not have as much time to attend to an individual’s needs as she might on a lazy Tuesday afternoon.


The little fox sighed and flopped back into bed, looking around her room. It was the weekend, and the room she was sleeping in was not her dormitory at school, but that of her actual home in Breezeport.  Those students whose families lived in town were allowed to visit home on the weekends.  Raye and her siblings regularly took advantage of that fact.


She had other options.  She had a whole toy chest full of masturbation tools, her personal data drive was filled with pornography (some traditional, some hypno-interactive, some even starring her mothers), and her shower contained a few ways to pleasure her to orgasm.  But she was groggy from waking up and was feeling too lazy for any of that.  Besides, she was fairly close to her climax anyway.


She wrapped her hands around her penises, feeling the soft fur of her fingers tease the soft, silky skin.  They were damp and glistening in the morning sunlight, coated in a sticky sheen of precum.  She grunted softly, beginning to pump them in her closed fists, her small fingers barely able to meet around her girth.  She picked a steady, but brisk pace, alternating her hands’ movements so that she was pulling back on one cock as she was pushing up and squeezing on the other.  


Moaning without a care for if anyone heard her, she bucked her hips upward, stroking faster.  She grit her teeth, groaning as her shafts throbbed.  Her muscles were already beginning to spasm and clench.  Her hands were sticky with precum, her fur matted down. 


She closed her eyes, huffing, tensing her body in time with her spasms, trying to move her orgasm along.  She bit her lip, whining softly, her wings flapping uselessly against the bed.  Her hips bucked violently upward, splashing messy gushes of pre against her face and fluffy tummy.


Raye let out a cry of ecstasy as pressure boiled into pleasure.  Both of her penises began to pulsate in her grip, followed a moment later by a powerful spray of semen from both tips.  The little pink fox cried out in delight as she ejaculated hard, splashing her front with messy stripes of cum.  Her shots flew clean over her head, striking the backboard of her bed and scattering about the room in messy droplets and globs.  It did not matter much to Raye; most of her possessions, the wallpaper, and the furniture was all semen-proofed.  It would be harder to clean her fur than to clean her room by the time she was done.


She panted, slowly pumping her hard, hot lengths in time with her gushes, using her fingers to milk every drop out of them.  Her pink fur turned an even paler shade of pink as her semen soaked into it.  She spluttered and gulped as several shots landed in her open mouth, more striking the underside of her chin.  Her inner walls were clenching, her nectar sprinkling her sheets.  


Minutes of gasping, grunting, and gushing later, Raye sagged back against her pillow with a happy, relieved sigh.  She wasn’t done.  Nowhere near done… but for the moment, she had the release she needed. Stroking the undersides of her erections slowly, she smiled, watching thick, milky fluid drool from the tips onto her tummy.  She savored the afterglow, the warmth that flowed through her body from her loins.


After another minute of rest, Raye sighed, forcing herself to climb out of bed (literally peeling away from the sheets), and go take a shower to start her day.  She cracked a small tube of green fluid from a pack beside her bed, and tossed it into one of the larger puddles of spunk.  Almost instantly, the puddle began to dry up, seeming to evaporate into thin air.   


It was a special concoction of chemicals and nanites created by the Headmaster’s Science Labs about a decade before.  When introduced to semen or feminine juices, it would dissolve them away, leaving everything else intact and untouched.  By the time Raye got out of her shower, her room would be as clean as it was before she went to bed the night before. 


*****


Twenty minutes later, having cleaned up her body and her room, Raye felt a little better.  Not spectacular; her penises were still fully erect and she could feel the telltale pressure in her loins that only manifested when she went too long without climaxing enough.  But on the plus side, it WAS the weekend, and she had nowhere to be and nothing to do.  She could spend all day in her room jerking off if she wanted to, though there were far more productive and fun ways of getting off to be found out in the world.

Raye walked down the stairs to hear squeals of pleasure and delight coming from the kitchen.  She yawned and rounded the corner, unsurprised to see the sight before her.


Her father, Jayden, was sitting at the kitchen table, groaning in pleasure as his penis pistoned into Raye’s little sister, Rennie.  Her little brother, Ronnie, was masturbating eagerly to the sight of this.  Her mother Kiyone was hard at work at making breakfast, puttering around the kitchen with nothing but an apron on, tented dramatically at her hips.  


Her other mother was nowhere to be seen at the moment.  This was not a surprise to Raye; the woman was the exact opposite of a morning person.  If it was before 10:00 in the morning, it was too early in her eyes.  


Jayden Lupo was a tall wolf in his late twenties, of average build.  Tall, with gray fur, silver-blue eyes, and shaggy silvery hair, Raye could see why her mothers liked him, and let him father two of their kids.  He was nude (of course), showing off his broad, bare chest.  Rennie had twined her fingers into his chest-fur, burying her muzzle there to muffle her cries.  He wasn’t the most fit of people; he had a little bit of a paunch for a stomach, but he was well within the realm of healthy.  Raye watched as he took long, steady thrusts into his daughter, lifting her up and dropping her down upon his penis.  Rennie was gasping as a full foot of his cock slid in and out of her tiny muff, grinding against her clitoris.  Raye knew that another six inches of his erection remained buried within Rennie’s muff at all times.  She could see the bulge of it in Rennie’s stomach, moving back and forth.


Rennie resembled her father more than she resembled her mother.  She had the telltale features that she was not a pure wolf: larger ears; a longer, thinner muzzle; and a longer, bushier tail than any lupine.  The red streaks in her hair and tailtip attested to her genetic ancestry. She had large gray wings flapping on her back. 


But in all else, she resembled a smaller, female version of Jayden. Her fur was the same silver as his.  She had his freckles on her muzzle.  She was nearsighted, requiring glasses to correct her vision (she could have had laser surgery, genetic or nanite correction, or even wore contacts; but she liked the way glasses looked on her face).  Her cock was a deep red-pink color, and had a knot like his.


Jayden was not Raye’s father in the genetic sense; Raye was the product of her mothers; though which one had been the “father” and which had been the “mother,” Raye had never asked nor cared to find out.  Jayden was her father in the family sense, however, caring for her from her day of birth as if she was his own.  


“Okay, honey, are you ready?  Here comes the knot!” Jayden purred into the wolf-fox’s ear.  Rennie gasped in delight, feeling her dad’s cock pulsing hard as his orgasm approached.   


“Please, please, pleeez!!!” gasped Rennie, nodding so rapidly that her face blurred. Jayden grinned, shifted his grip on her hips, and shoved his pelvis upwards.  Raye watched as the bulb at the base of Jayden’s penis pressed against Rennie’s opening, then with an audible “pop,” slipped inside.  


“Yeahhh!  Nice, dad!” cheered Ronnie, pumping his cock a little faster, precum coating his paws.  His foreskin made a loud, wet noise as he rolled it up and down over his fat head, both hands squeezing his pulsing cock.  He may have had a different mother, but he was nearly identical to his sister in appearance, and his father in miniature as well.  Like Rennie, there were hints of his mother’s identity in his appearance: larger ears, slender muzzle, yellow streaks in his hair and tail, wings, but Jayden’s genetics clearly dominated.

“Ready… Here… it… comes!   HRNNNNNGG!!!” Jayden growled.  Raye watched as her father bucked his hips upward one last time.  His heavy balls clenched tight to the base of his cock, and began to churn.  With his entire massive length buried to the hilt inside Rennie, she could not see anything happening, but Rennie could definitely feel something.  Her eyes went wide, her mouth dropped open, her toes curled, and she squirmed in his lap.


“WHEEEHEHEEE!!!  AHH!  WEEWAHH!!!” she gasped, “D-Daddy, it’s filling meee!  I’m gonna… gonna….”


And with that, she moaned as her penis began to jerk violently, firing powerful shots of cubspunk into the air.  Her shots splattered across the kitchen table in messy streaks, her hips trembling and jerking in ecstasy.  Jayden growled and nipped at her ears as he came inside her, and her stomach visibly swelled outward.  


“Nnnng!  I’m splurting tooooo!” moaned Ronnie, his balls drawing tight to his cock. He threw his head back and howled as a streamer of semen burst from the head of his penis, striking his sister in the chest and drenching her fluffy fur.  He bucked and thrust, pumping into his paws.


Raye tuned the sight out, yawned, and poured herself a glass of milk from the pitcher on the table.  She took a cautious sip.  It was milk, ACTUAL cow’s milk, not semen.  She nodded to herself, satisfied.  It wasn’t that she had a problem with drinking a glass of spunk; but not for breakfast with nothing on her stomach.  


“Good morning, dear,” Kiyone said, glancing over her shoulder.  Raye blushed a little, wondering how her mom always knew she was there.  She had entered the room silently, and the rest of her family was too caught up in their orgasm to notice her.


Kiyone Eldrich was, in Raye’s (and indeed much of Breezeport’s) opinion one of the most beautiful women in the entire town.  Tall, with vivid red hair and even redder fur, the vixen wore only an apron over her fluffy white front.  Her eyes were heterochromatic like Raye’s, but different colors; Raye had inherited the violet color of her right eye, but her left was green. Kiyone’s left eye was blue.  She had black triangular marks on her muzzle, another thing Raye had inherited from her.  Her wings shimmered silver, the feathers all shining with a metallic sheen. She was not the most busty or curvy of women; but she moved with a remarkable grace that made up for it.  Her breasts were moderately sized, neither large nor small; her hips were visible, but not overly wide.  Kiyone’s apron was tented quite dramatically at her pelvis, two messy damp spots soaking the fabric.  Raye’s tail flicked eagerly as she thought of what was hidden beneath, a pair of long, thick 18-inch lengths, pulsing and throbbing.  


Kiyone turned and slipped a plate of pancakes topped with butter, syrup, and a heavy side of crisp bacon to Raye.  Raye dug in without hesitation, moaning in delight at her mother’s cooking.  The vixen was renowned among the townsfolk for many reasons; her beauty, her skill at dancing, her paintings with which she made her living… and her cooking.


“How are you this morning, Raye?” Kiyone asked, leaning down to kiss her cheek gently.  Her hand ghosted down between Raye’s legs, caressing the cub’s clitoris with the gentlest of touches.  Raye moaned despite herself, lifting her muff against her mother’s palm.


“I’m… nnnf… I’m good, Mommy Kiyo,” she said, sighing as Kiyone’s hand withdrew.  She blushed as she watched the older vixen’s tongue loll out of her muzzle, licking her fingers clean of Raye’s honey. 


“Good,” Kiyone said, smiling, “Are you doing anything today?”


“Homework,” Raye said dutifully, drawing a smile from her mother’s lips, “Then me and the crew are gonna go to the boardwalk to hang out.”


“‘The crew and I,’ Raye.  Don’t let Mommy Skye hear you saying stuff like that.  You know how she gets about grammar,” Kiyo chided lightly.  Raye had to work hard not to roll her eyes, as she stuffed her mouth full of her mother’s unbelievable pancakes.


“Oooooh…” Rennie moaned, rubbing her swollen stomach as she leaned back against her father’s chest.  Her tummy bulged out several inches further than it normally did, forming a bit of a paunch.  Raye’s keen fennec ears could hear the loud slosh of gooey fluid inside her every time she moved even a little.  Her other hand stroked her penis slowly, spilling wet spurts of semen onto Ronnie’s tongue.  Her brother knelt beneath her, mouth wide to catch the dribbles and drops of spunk that oozed from her cock as her orgasm came to a close.  A puddle of semen was beneath him on the tiled floor in return, and he rubbed the head of his penis back and forth in it, smearing it across the linoleum.  


“Honey, what did we say about knotting the kids at the table?” Kiyone asked idly, glancing over at Jayden while raising an eyebrow.


“Uh… not to do it, because it makes it hard to eat a civilized meal with a cub stuck to your crotch?” Jayden asked weakly in response.


“And what did you just do?” Kiyo asked in that light tone once more, smiling at him.


“...Knotted Rennie at the table?” Jayden replied, his cheeks flushing as he adjusted his glasses.


“Annnnd what are we going to do when your knot deflates?” she asked, still in the same half sing-song tone.


“...I’ll clean up all the cum that comes out of Rennie, and the chairs, the floor, and the kitchen…” sighed Jayden, “And I’ll do the dishes to make up for breaking the house rules.”


“Thank you, dear,” Kiyone said with a smile, sitting down at her plate.  


“Daddy got in trouuuble!” Rennie teased, poking him in the nose.  


“Yes, I did, but it was worth it.  Daddy can’t resist sticking his knot deep in your little coochie, sweetie,” Jayden teased, kissing the side of her muzzle, “Now, help me scoot forward, so we can eat breakfast.”


The cub gripped the table as Jayden turned the chair and shuffled it under.  It was an awkward maneuver, but one they had practiced quite a bit.  Raye and Ronnie had also been in that position.  


“Oh, g’morning, Raye,” Jayden said, blinking as he noticed his daughter for the first time.  Rennie gave a polite little wave, giggling.

“Morning, Daddy,” Raye replied, taking another bite of her food, “How are you?”

“Fine, fine.  Though reading the paper with a squirming cub in my lap is going to be a bit of an issue,” Jayden answered.


“I’m kinda glad I don’t have a knot… Or knots, I guess,” Raye opined, looking down as her erections throbbed in her lap.


“Don’t knock it until you try it,” Ronnie said, climbing into his chair at the table with a grunt, “Yeah, you get stuck for a while, but…  It feels soooo good.”


“An’ sometimes I can cum from just squeezing my knot too,” Rennie agreed, “Not even stroking myself.  It’s hot and hard and super-sensitive an’… Ooh, thanks, Mommy!”  She trailed off, distracted as Kiyone set a plate of food down in front of her and she dug in.


“Why not get a temporary nanite alteration for a day to try them out?” Jayden asked, kissing Kiyone’s cheek as she set down a second, adult-sized plate for him, and he carefully moved his arm around Rennie’s body to grab his fork.


“Meh, got better things to spend my allowance on than changing the shape of my thingies,” Raye replied simply, as if this conversation were not a strange one to be having at the breakfast table.  In fact, it was completely normal to her.  Open, casual conversations about sex an sexuality were a completely normal part of her life, and she had never known any concept of a taboo.


“Besides, while I like cuddling just fine, getting stuck to someone for an hour is a bit much… I got things to do,” Raye said lightly.  


“You HAVE things to do, you don’t “got” things to do,” corrected Kiyone, sitting down with a plate for Ronnie and one for herself.  Raye winced at having her grammar corrected again.


“An hour’s a bit of an exaggeration.  I’m only going to be stuck here with Rennie for fifteen or twenty minutes… A lot MORE than that though, dear, if you keep squeezing like that and make me cum again…” Jayden admonished his daughter, who looked up at him with a fanged, mischievous grin, “But for a girl your age and size, it’d only be like, five minutes or so.  Your knot wouldn’t be anywhere near the size of mine.”


“I’ll think about it,” said Raye, earnestly.  She would consider it.  Nanite alterations were exceedingly cheap these days, since the technology had become so common and widespread.  A temporary 24-hour alteration (particularly one as minor as simply giving her a canine knot, as compared to changing her gender or transforming her species) would be quite affordable, even on her weekly school allowance. 


“So, what are you doing today?” asked Kiyone, settling into her seat. She smiled at her daughters and son, her bushy tail swishing as she took a bite of her bacon.


“After I eat, I’m going to go do my homework, so that Echo doesn’t nag me about it…” Raye said, shrugging, “Then I’m gonna go out with my friends to the beach and hang out on the boardwalk…  Or maybe go shopping.”






















*****
 
Timeline +20 Years, Saturday 10:01 AM


Skye Eldrich yawned loudly and stretched, her breasts wobbling and morning erections bobbing before her as she stepped out onto the front porch to greet the day.  The fennec grumbled, sipping from a mug of hot chocolate (she hated coffee) as she shuffled over to a swinging chair and flopped into it to watch the hovercars whiz by.  


In two decades, the little fennec girl who had gained fame (and infamy) among the people of Breezeport for her boisterousness, playfulness, and the sheer ability to paint walls white with semen had grown up.  Now 28 years old, Skye was twice the height she used to be.  Considering she had been particularly tiny as a cub, this was not something to brag about.  But while time had not given her much in the vertical direction, it had certainly gifted her horizontally.  

Skye had been somewhat shapeless as a cub, which, admittedly was not unusual.  But puberty had been particularly kind to the little fennec.  Her flat body had grown curves, and what curves they were!  Her hips were wide, her rear was large and plush.  By the time Skye graduated from high school, she possessed a very large pair of breasts, each capped with a large pink nipple.  Two pregnancies had swollen them further until they rivaled several of the old era’s porn stars.  In the old days, this might not have been a good thing; Skye might have suffered back pains.  In the modern times, with nanite surgery and genetic engineering, she sported her natural endowments with ease.  


While her penises never grew as large as Kiyone’s had, she still sported a natural and highly respectable pair of sixteen-inch shafts, slightly thicker than her wife’s.  It was considered a mild mark of pride to have naturally large endowments in this modern age where anyone could get the body they wanted simply by paying for them.


Skye’s green eyes watered as she brushed her long pink hair out of her face.  In her youth, she wore it in a ponytail, with large oversized bangs in front, her blue forelock drooping down onto her forehead.  These days, she just let it hang down in a long, slightly spiky mane, enjoying the feel of it on her back.  


She waved politely to her neighbors on the left side of the house, who were currently watering their lawn… with semen, as the husband drove into the wife doggy-style.  They waved back cheerily, before going back to their business.  Skye, when she was young, could not have imagined having sex in public, right there on the street, except under very special circumstances involving the Headmaster or mind control.  These days, it was entirely normal.


Skye’s house was a modest one, inherited from her mother and father.  They had moved out after Skye graduated college, and now lived in her mother’s palace in another plane of existence.  It was cozy and comfortable, painted a pale shade of cyan.  It was a more traditional house, rather than one of the dome-shaped domiciles that were unique to Breezeport, and Skye was somewhat happy with that.  Being in one of those houses made her slightly dizzy, with the curving walls.


The vixen sat back, opening up multiple holowindows around her.  She opened a virtual keyboard, hovering before her fingers, and began to type away.  Emails to answer, news to check, all the usual business of being an adult.  She had just fallen into mild trance, quite literally hypnotized by an advertisement for a new brand of polymer condoms designed for those who were extra-productive, when a blur of motion through the translucent holoscreens jolted her back to awareness.


A little grey-furred rabbit boy was sauntering along the sidewalk up towards the house.  He had a lazy, easy gait, and a buck-toothed smile on his face as he saw Skye.  The boy brushed his fingernails on his chest-fur as he climbed the steps up towards the porch, swaying his hips back and forth with every step to make his long, pink cock swing pendulously back and forth.  


“You do that every time you see me, Bugs,” Skye remarked with a smirk, closing the windows and leaning back in her seat, amused.


“Huh?  Do what?” the boy asked, blinking in mild confusion.


“Ever since you were reverted, you start sashaying around so that I can see your cute hips, butt, and cock waving about,” Skye chuckled.  She got up out of her seat, towering over the little rabbit.  She savored the reversal of stature; for years she’d always had to crane her neck to look up at him, even when she was an adult.  Now he had to do it to her. 


“I… didn’t realize,” Bugs said, sounding honestly nonplussed, “Must be some sorta post-hypnotic you put in me.”

“...Mmmmaybe,” Skye said, grinning mischievously.  Bugs blinked, but recovered quickly, smiling up at the adult.


"Mornin', Mrs. Eldrich," Bugs greeted politely, giving a lazy salute.


"Bugs, we've known each other 22 years.  You can call me Skye," Skye said, chuckling as she looked down at the boy.  His cheeks turned red and he shuffled his large, bare foot on the ground nervously.


"Probably, but it feels weird," Bugs admitted, “I mean, I remember bein’ yer teacher an’ all, but after bein’ Re-voited, I don’t think like an adult.  An’ it just feels more natural ta call ya ‘Mrs. Eldrich.’”


“...Imagine how weird it is for me to have my History teacher, whose lap I used to sit in all the time, coming to my house for afternoon snacks and juice boxes,” remarked Skye in reply, smirking as she let Bugs past her into the house.


“Well, ya do serve the best snacks,” Bugs replied with an innocent grin before it turned more lascivious, “...An’ ta be fair, it wasn’t my LAP you were sittin’ in, it was my cock you were sittin’ ON.”  


Skye rolled her eyes, leaning down to swat him on the rear, escorting him into the kitchen.  He gave a playful giggle, his swaying shaft twitching.


“How’s Lola today?” she asked, glancing at the golden ring that swung on a chain around Bugs’ neck.  The boy placed his fingers against it too, smiling serenely.


“She’s doin’ fine.  She helped drain me this moinin’, then slept in.  Buster an’ Babs’ll get ‘er outta the house ta meet us at the boardwalk later,” Bugs said, shrugging.  The legal issues surrounding the Reverts were quite complicated, and Skye did not pretend to understand half of them.  Lola and Bugs were still married under the law; but since they were seven years old in both body and mind, they could not live alone.  As such, they had been remanded to the custody of their closest living relatives, their nephew and niece.  The situation was extremely odd for everyone involved, but they took it in stride.


“So where’s Raye?” Bugs asked, clambering into a chair at the kitchen table, as Skye opened the refrigerator and pulled out a snack-sized packet of baby carrots.  She tossed it over her shoulder without looking, and Bugs easily caught it.  She heard him munching on them happily a second later.


“She’s upstairs, finishing her homework. She’ll be down in about twenty minutes, once Echo lets her go,” Skye said, “...Is that okay?”


“Poifectly fine,” Bugs replied politely, swallowing a mouthful of carrot, “I ain’t gotta be anywhere for another hour wit’ her.”


“Good, gives us time to catch up,” Skye said, smiling as she slid a juice box across the table to him, sitting down in the chair across from the boy.


“Sure, if ya wanna,” Bugs said with a smile, “How’s the writin’ been goin’?”


“Pretty good,” Skye replied, “I’m about…  halfway through my next novel?  It’s gonna be sort of a fantasy, action, martial arts-type-thing.  If it ever gets made into a movie, lotsa wire-fu.”


“If it’s as good as your last novel, yer gonna be a rich lady.  You always were into dat sorta thing,” chuckled Bugs, “A bit too much when ya were my age.  How many times did I catch ya with video games in my class?”


“A few times too many,” Skye conceded, snickering too, “But it was always worth it.  You always went too easy on me, and just humped me until I was sore and left me bloated and sloshing, rather than giving me a REAL punishment.”


“To be honest, you probably don’ even remember half o’ the times I did that to ya.  There was a time shortly after I first gave the Headmaster’s control to ya that I was humpin’ you multiple times a day, but makin’ ya foiget all about it,” Bugs said, giving a childish giggle, “You were jus’ this lil’ bundle o’ cute when you were young, an’ I couldn’t resist.”


“Oh, really?” Skye asked, her green eyes narrowing slyly, “You always were a gigantic cubophile.  Even before the Headmaster made it okay.”


“Guilty as charged.  Not gonna lie, I jerked off over ya and yer friends almost daily, before the Headmaster finally allowed me to indulge,” Bugs admitted, his cheeks turning redder by the second.  His demeanor remained calm, cool, and casual as always, but clearly the discussion was getting to him.  Skye heard a loud thump come from the underside of the table where he was sitting, and did not need to look to know his swelling erection had just struck it with enough force to rattle the dishes.


“...It helped that you were such a troublemaker.  Gave me tons of excuses to hypnotize ya,” Bugs chuckled, shaking his head.


“I’m absolutely sure of that,” Skye agreed, her tail swishing back and forth at her memories of childhood, “...But how about now?  Is it better as a cub or as an adult playing with cubs?”


Bugs said, after a moment’s thought,  “...It’s better now, t’be honest.  My new body’s got way more stamina, an’ I don’ hafta worry about boith control wit’ Lola or any of the adults…  I may not be as BIG as I used ta be, but I’m a lot more sensitive to make up fer it.  Plus, I have all o’ dat newfangled genetic engineering dat alla the kids get at boith dese days.”


“If you wanna blend in with the other kids, I’d avoid using the word ‘newfangled’ in anything but an ironic manner, Bugs,” Skye said, chuckling, “It’s a bit of a giveaway.”


“So noted,” agreed Bugs, swallowing another mouthful of carrot, “But I gotta say, your daughter’s a real sweetheart.  I liked ‘er as an adult, but… Now as a kid, I find ‘er awesome.  I like hangin’ out with ‘er.”


“I’m happy to hear that,” Skye said, smiling as she leaned back and stretched lazily.  She did not miss how Bugs’ face turned a little more red as he watched her breasts jiggle and bounce with her movements.  The boy smirked, his grin turning more mischievous as he sipped his juice box.


“Say, remember any o’ dose post-hypnotic triggers ya used to have?” Bugs asked, smirking.  Skye raised an eyebrow, leaning forward.


“Yeahhhhh… Just like every cub in town…” Skye said, curious where he was going with this.


“Teacher Command: Obedient Cub!” Bugs said, grinning even wider.  Skye gave a little gasp, stiffening in her seat, her eyes going wide for a brief moment.  Then all of the tension slid from her body, and she slumped slightly, her eyes going unfocused.  The fennec’s ears and tail drooped, her head resting against her chin.


“Woohoo!” Bugs cheered excitedly, “I really hoped dat would woik!  Oh, Skye, I might be a lil’ kid again, but I’m gonna enjoy doin’ dis like we did when you were my age..”

“*Snrk…*  Heh… Nyahahahahahaha!” Skye burst out laughing, sitting up again, tears welling up in the corners of her green eyes.  Bugs paled, his grey fur turning a few shades lighter as the fennec guffawed.  The laughter shaking her body caused her breasts to jiggle and wobble about tantalizingly.


“REALLY, Bugs?  C’mon!  Every cub has those triggers removed when they turn 18, and has a new set of adult triggers programmed in!  That hasn’t worked on me for 10 years!” Skye snickered.


“I… uh…  heh… I guess… the re-voi-sion process made me… uh… foiget dat?” Bugs giggled nervously, sweat dripping down his face as Skye smirked at him with the same mischievous grin.


“If you think you can pull something like THAT and get away with it, mister, I think you’re mistaken,” Skye said, “And yes, we ARE gonna enjoy doing this like we did when I was your age.”

“Uh-oh…” Bugs whimpered, his long ears folding down in fear, even as the table thumped again as his penis struck it from below with arousal.


“Bugs: Trance Level 4.  Trigger now,” Skye commanded.  Bugs’ eyes went wide as the words registered. His pupils dilated as his entire body gave a shudder.  All the emotion slipped out of the boy’s face, leaving it strangely blank and vacant.  The mischievous light in his eyes vanished, replaced by a dull and glassy stare.  The carrot he had been nibbling slipped from his paw and dropped to the table.  He teetered in his seat, swaying back and forth before finally tipping forward, his body no longer able to keep itself upright by its own willpower.  Bugs’ forehead hit the table with a hollow “thunk,” but he barely shuddered.  The boy’s ears drooped, and everything except his penis went limp as the command shut down his consciousness.  


“Ooh, you little brat,” Skye cooed huskily as she pushed back her seat to expose both of her own swollen erections, “You thought you could get one over on me, didn’tcha?  






Bugs climbed out of his chair and shuffled over to Skye’s side of the table.  He stood at attention, his back straight, arms held straight out from his shoulders, wrists limp.