Interstellar Gift for the Family

	[b]Bweeeeep! Bweeeeep! Bweeeeeep![/b]
	Ringing bounced in Howler’s ears. Cyan light began to creep into the edges of his vision. Stiff, unwilling limbs began to tingle and shock him back to consciousness. Coughing, his lungs desperately attempted to clear themselves to replenish their air. Talking replaced the ringing as Howler’s brain began to boot up as well. Words were being spoken. Faintly, but there was definitely talking nearby.
	“How did the procedure go?”
	“Complete success! Gene therapy has managed to rejuvenate the subject. He may as well be thirty again!”
	“Brilliant! The family will be overjoyed. I’ll go call now!”
	Stirring, the coyote began to shift. First a paw, then an arm, and soon his head. Gracelessly, his snout thumped against glass while tears welled up in his eyes. Concentrating, he slowly opened his eyes.
	White lab coats around a female fennec and a male macaw, tinted blue glass, and a room full of pods were in front of him. A rather round gorilla in the background seemed to have a holo-phone in hand. Pressing a paw to the glass, Howler’s reflection showed him naked. Frost crystals were attached to his fur. Was it sleep, an anesthetic, or both? Trying to shake his head failed to dislodge the wool in his brain.
	[b]Pssssssh…[/b]
	Pneumatic hissing scrapped across his eardrums. Condensation rapidly began to obfuscate his vision again while the glass slowly drew back. Attempting to stand was met with failure, as his legs merely tingled and remained unresponsive. Grunting, he stumbled to the ground.
	The macaw spoke up next, bending over to pick up his patient. “S-Sir! Cryogenics has only just worn off! You need to be careful.”
	“Uuuuuuuh…” was all Howler could manage. A grin broke across his face. He woke up. His body felt better than ever. Strong, young, dexterous, and productive. Putting his paws on his knees, he forced himself to stand. Both doctors were staring with stunned expressions as Howler casually stretched.
	“Mercenary. Mind and body must stay sharp! How did this procedure go?”
	Neither doctor responded. It was only when the gorilla walked back that someone finally spoke. Howler looked him over. His lab coat could barely cover his belly, his gray fur was messy, and a large metal plate with a screen showing his brain and a few bars was on his forehead. A deep, gruff voice began to rumble from his chest, “Haha! Howl! Buddy! Great to see you! It was a success! Waking up just fine?”
	“Yeah. Everything holding up. Thanks, the family will love seeing me now!” Shamelessly flexing, Howler began showing off his biceps, pecs, and abs. Veins traced through the thick, beefy arms, his pecs had grown large enough to become a shelf, and the abs had enough definition to stop any fist. The coyote was a vision of masculine beauty. Sixty years of aging was halved. All the flab that built up and the fraying bits of his mind were tightening up.
	Winking, the ape stepped aside. With a bow he spoke, “You paid already. Titus finished a week before you too. Get going to them~”
	Not needing to be told twice, Howler bounced out to the changing room. Lockers lined the hall, each with a holographic portrait of the owner. Opening his right eye wide, Howler put his head in front of a small camera. Right paw to the handle, he waited for the retinal and biometrics to finish authenticating. Following a characteristic ‘beep!’ he swung the locker open. A skin-tight, red and black suit awaited him. His mercenary uniform. Nostalgia filled the coyote’s chest.
	“Can’t wait to captain my fleet again next month…” A wistful look on his face, he reached up to his face. No more scar tissue either. The same disfiguring injuries that put him out of commission last year were but a memory. Grabbing the suit, he searched for the nearest unoccupied changing room.
	The small room was a bit cramped for Howler’s liking, but it would do. Sliding into the decency of his clothing, he felt plenty of resistance. Chuckling, he slowed down. Memories of tearing suits thanks to his massive muscles was a fun one, but he couldn’t afford to ruin this suit. Less innocent parts of his mind also adored the suit for how it showed off his pecs and ass. A cheeky grin on his face, he reached down into the pocket to pull out his own holo-phone.
	Two messages were awaiting him. The first was a payment transaction for two gene therapy procedures to Jzol Corp. Second was from his son, Titus. An image he grew quite fond of greeted him back when he opened the message: pecs. Giant pecs. Titus’ chest was just as beefy as before, if not bigger. The silly wolf wanted to show his smile, but ended up mostly capturing his chest. Thin trails of milk could be seen staining the fur beneath his nipples. Fighting a stirring in his groin, the male closed the message and phoned the nearest cab.
	Ontos VII-b hadn’t changed too much since he was last awake. The same familiar roads, the same familiar buildings, and the same familiar obnoxious traffic. Three different reroutes occurred on his path back to the Keylin Family Hotel. Half-tempted to cancel his payment and just run home, Howler sighed and just looked back at his phone. Titus sent another message. He looked barely twenty-five now. In the background were all their pups, young and old. It was captioned “Come home soon, Daddy! -Love, all your pups/grandpups.” Switches went off in Howler’s brain, and suddenly the frustration faded away.
	Smiling, he texted back, “Almost there, everyone. Tell the older pups we’ll be having a special party after the younglings are asleep. X3”
	Crossing swords at the bottom indicated a response was incoming. Howler couldn’t pull his eyes off the phone. “Oh? The usual family fun? UwU”, made Howler grin.
	Typing back, he did his best not to let his red rocket escape his sheath before he even got home. A cute beep indicated that his message was sent. “Nah. Tell the guys not to bring protection~ It’s time to grow the family a bit for this special occasion.”
	Barely any time past of swords crossing on Howler’s screen when Titus answered with, “OwO”
	Laughing quietly to himself, Howler put his paws behind his head as he saw the high-rise hotel come into view. The same frescos, marble statues, and fountains awaited him. Looking up, he could see the penthouse suite he earned from prior mercenary work almost two decades back. While the hotel had changed paws a couple times, the statue of Samantha Wolf long gone, nothing would ever take his home away. Nothing could take his new, budding family away.
	Leaping out of the cab, he rushed into the building. Ornate as always, but he had a goal in mind. No time to admire the view. Rising in the elevator, Howler began to pat his fur into place.
	[b]DING![/b]
	A smile crossed his face as the elevator arrived. Metal doors parted to a shining, brilliant penthouse full of pups. The crystal chandelier shinned down on the room, now filled with even more mahogany furnishings and toys of all kinds, from electronic games to physical pup toys. New portraits hung on the walls with images of the family. A photo of his son, Titus, eight months gravid with their pups for the second time. The first and second litters on their hunts, various birthdays, graduations, and other precious memories were all captured eternally, framed in gold-trimmed oak. The only thing more photogenic, were all the pups rushing at him.
	“Daddy!”
	“Grandpa!”
	“Daddah!”
	“Father!”
	Chuckling, Howler got down on one knee and opened his arms wide for all of them. Not the normal greeting, but he knew how many human movies they all watched. Pups of all ages rushed into his arms, mostly the younger. Most of them instinctively began to nuzzle his muzzle and lick. They weren’t wrong, he was their father and grandfather at the same time. Younger pups wouldn’t bat an eye at this, but the older ones in the background winked at him.
	“Oh! Oh! Did you see what I found on my hunt yesterday!?” A young pup began fishing in his pockets and pulled out a worn, weathered twig with most of the bark stripped off. “It’s a bone!”
	Grinning, Howler began scratching behind the young pup’s ears. “Good find. Going to be a paleontologist at this rate!”
	“Grandpa! Watch this!” Raising her head, the young pup let out a high, squeaky howl. It lasted no more than a couple seconds. While it wavered a bit, it nevertheless brought joy to Howler’s heart. A second later, it was accompanied by a lower, longer, unbroken howl. Turning to his left, he saw his first son, Titus, standing in the doorway.
	Dressed in sweatpants, a loose t-shirt, and an apron with “Kiss the Cook” embroidered over the abdomen, he leaned against the doorframe. A slight groan from the wood came as Titus pushed his larger-than-average biceps against it, and his pecs weren’t covered by the apron. Outlines of nipples were visible from the thin fabric he wore as well. There was a sultry, pleased grin on his face. Strutting over, he kneeled to Howler and planted a lick on his face. Speaking playfully, Titus cooed, “Salutations, Daddy.” Pulling his father into a hug, Titus held his father lovingly against his pecs.
	Returning the affection with a lick of his own, Howler pulled back and stared up and down his first son. Titus barely looked a day past twenty-five! His husband for the past quarter of a century had the same vitality he had when they had first (secretly) been wed. Briefly stunned, Howler’s tail began wagging rapidly as he pulled his son against his own melon-sized pecs. Firm muscle and soft fur began to pack together as the pair held each other tight.
	“Salutations, my boy. You don’t know how happy I am to see you again.” Howler’s paw reached around to rub up and down his son’s back. Coyly, he made sure to grab at Titus’ beefy butt. The muscles there were as firm as ever, now too big to fit in his paw.
	Flexing his pecs against his father’s, Titus winked at him. Power surged against the coyote’s chest. Titus may very well have just as much, if not more muscle in his chest. Keeping his voice low, he whispered, “All the adult pups are ready for tonight.”
	“Goooood boy~”, Howler responded, chuckling under his breath.
	Returning to a normal volume, Titus began to pull his father/husband along. “Alright! Made your favorites. Come and eat!”

	Dinner was a sweet affair. Pot roasts, shepherd’s pie, numerous types of beans, and even Tavuk Gogsu for dessert! Filling was an understatement. Howler worried that he would grow fat eating too much of his son’s cooking. Food was only one joy. Many of his pups were also very active, healthy, and happy.
	“I’m glad the rejuvenation worked”, the pup sighed. Swallowing, he nodded and looked sheepishly to Howler, “I got real scared when…when the fuel canisters overheated on that jet with you on board.”
	“Daddy’s strong! He’ll alllllways win!”, a younger pup shouted.
	A couple of the girls were giggling. “They’ve all been playing mercenary, Father. You’re their hero.”
	Pride swelled in Howler’s chest. All the decades of mercenary work came back to him. Memories of the people he helped. Thoughts of his first partner. Plenty of bad times on the front lines too, but it was hard to become saddened with all the perked ears of the younglings and smiling muzzles of all the new adults Titus and he made.
	“Oh! Oh! Daddy! Daddy! Can I be a mercenary too!?”, one young girl shouted.
	Grinning, Howler put his head in his paws and winked. Keeping his voice down, he made sure to speak softly, “Of course, dear. Just got to make sure you get sleep and grow up strong.”
	Disappointment was palpable as so many of the young picked up on what their father/grandfather had said. Whimpers filled the dining room, and a few were sniffling.
	“But…but…” a few had chanted.
	“No ‘buts.’ Daddy’s not going anywhere for a month. So go get some sleep so we can all go out on a hunt tomorrow.”
	Surprise, awe, and glee supplanted the disappointment. The pups hastily scrambled out of their chairs and began racing out the door. Groans of seats quickly rubbing against the tile floor started screeching in everyone’s ears. Through the doorway, Howler watched them all race upstairs. The sounds of paws hitting the wood and the creak of the stairs made the coyote smile.

	Running water filled the kitchen with a gentle hiss. The heat felt good on Howler’s paws as he helped to wash the dishes. A line had formed as many of the adults took stations to expedite the chores. Given the mindless, repetitive nature of the task, it was the perfect time for any adult’s favorite topic: gossip.
	Gently bumping hips with one of his older pups, Howler kept his voice down as he asked to everyone, “Soooooo…any other adult things to discuss?” It wasn’t just sex Howler was wanting to hear…but he couldn’t deny the decrease in biological age had given his hormones a kickstart.
	The male Howler had bumped hips with winked, “Well, for my nineteenth birthday, Daddy over there let me take a crack at his pussy too.”
	Howler could hear Titus’ voice. Adjusting his ears, canine sense of hearing told him that Titus was laughing to himself. “Yes, he did~ I remember that by the end, your legs were shaking. The rubber was full by the end too.”
	The young man was chuckling nervously. “W-Well, I’m not the only one. Whenever any of your pups are of age, you invite them for some “family bonding” in your bed.”
	“Oh, I know. How do you think your older sister learned scissoring when she was eighteen?”
	Said sister immediately flicked her brother/father’s ear. Clicking claws hit the floor, she gave an indignant huff. “Y-You said you wouldn’t tell!”, she whined.
	Rolling his eyes, Titus sighed. “Dear, you don’t have to worry. Most all of you have bedded with me. Soon, you’ll be able to bed your other Daddy too~”
	Another of the women on the end chimed up, “It’ll be fun getting dick from someone who knows how to use it!”
	Two of Howler’s sons/grandsons pouted and cried, “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”
	Titus couldn’t suppress a laugh anymore. Hearty, happy laughter echoed through the white and black tile kitchen. Shaking his head to wipe tears out of his eyes, Titus breathed deeply. Sufficiently composed a minute after, he spoke up. “Well, you might get more than just cock tonight, dear.”
	Several of the pups tilted their ears. Howler could see a majority trying to feign disinterest, but the slower squeaks as their cleaning slowed told him otherwise. Titus gave him a wink and turned the spotlight over to his father. Thumping sounds began as Howler subconsciously began to wag. Clearing his throat, he swiveled his head around to look at all his pup/grandpups and said, “Remember, none of you should bring any protection tonight. Start looking at prospective mates, especially if you plan on making pups of your own tonight~”
	Gasps from a few pups became a rhapsody of lust. Several glances were exchanged between a great many of the pups, wandering eyes sizing up whom might be a good partner for the night. Several guys switched between eying each other’s asses and the women’s breasts. Plenty of the women gave coy winks at each other and lifted their tails when they caught some of their brothers gazing.
	Melody, one of the girls drying at the end was staring at Howler’s pecs for quite a while. Beside her, her sister Liza, one of the women dressed in red and pink clapped her paws together. “Um, I, uh, need to…wash off! G-Got to get ready!” Clanging cutlery and cups dropped onto the counter as she hastily ran off, dragging Melody with her. Howler barely needed to sniff to tell that she was getting rather wet.
	Chuckling aloud this time, Titus gently put down the plates he was washing. Wood groaned beneath his paws as he turned around and leaned against the counter. “That’s two paired off. Anyone else~?”
	Soon, a couple of tapping paws could be heard. One male, Ophni, was clicking his tongue. Breathing heavily and loudly, his paws clenched into fists as he slowly walked over to Titus. “May I mate you, Daddy?”, he said as he balled up. Ears flat and hunching over, he gazed expectantly up at his brother/father.
	Leaning down to him, Titus grinned. “Thought you’d never ask. Ass, pussy, mouth, or did you miss Daddy’s milk that much?” Titus winked as he flexed his pecs, dark stains forming on his t-shirt around the outline of his nipples.
	Ophni whimpered a bit as he watched the giant volcanos on Titus’ chest erupt. Swallowing, he took one deep breath in, and one out. “Could I have…”, his now quieter voice halted in pause, “your ass?”
	Straightening his back, Titus stood tall about the hybrid in front of him. Smiling, he reached over and began to scratch between his brother/pup’s ears. “Good boy. Welp. I’m off to get ready then. You should too!” Slow, lumbering steps interrupted Titus’ speech. Passing through the doorway, he halted. Cooing sweetly, lust dripping from the horny wolf’s voice, he added, “That’s my backdoor claimed. Still got two more holes and my tits, if anyone wanted those~” Without waiting for anyone to respond, the large wolf walked upstairs with shocking speed.
	Howler felt a couple pairs of arms wrap around each of his. Breaking his attention off the door, he stared down at the two pups. Two of the older girls were hanging off his arms. Ruby and Lsos. “I take it the two of you would like some pups from your grandaddy?”
	Lsos nodded while Ruby grew a look of excitement. Maw hanging open and ears perking up, “Yes please, Daddy!”, was all she could blurt out.
	Flexing his biceps, the muscles nearly doubled the width of his arms as he held his pup/grandpups up. “Sure thing! How about we head upstairs and get ourselves cleaned up too.” Before Howler could make it to the door frame, he felt his ass being groped and a squeak from the suit. While his rear was firm enough that it could barely be called a pinch, he turned his head to see who wanted his butt.
	Cheeky barely fit the smirk on Mezik’s muzzle. His pants were tenting. A rather substantial tent, at that. Linking his paws behind his head, he began to check out his father/grandfather. “Don’t forget your ass is open too, Dad! I want a crack at it.”
	Huffing Howler kept walking, turning on his side to fit the two hanging off his arms through. Tail raised the entire time, he opted to tease his descendant into taking action himself. The firm, large rump on full display, enhanced by the skin-tight qualities of the suit. Howler had to resist the urge to laugh again when he thought he heard the click of a camera.

	Sounds of rushing water filled every canine’s ears. Plumbing carried liters upon liters of hot and cold water up to the penthouse. Howler’s water bill would be insane, but it would be worth it. The only concern was to keep quiet when walking around. The nursery for all the minors and rooms any of the teens took were put at the end for a reason, but creaking wood didn’t care about subtlety. Pup after annoyed pup sat outside the door to the bathroom, lining up for their turn to wash.
	Titus and Howler had the luxury of the master bathroom to share. Pictures along the wall, both old and new. The sink and shower had both been renovated a couple times over the years. Titus’ first hunt, the baseball game, Howler and Titus’ impromptu wedding to each other in the kitchen, and now several photos of their pups. Their own hunts, graduations, and more. Many would be repulsed that Howler knocked up his own child, but all Howler and Titus saw was the result of years of love.
	Water began to hiss as it escaped the pipes. The simulacrum of rain pounded the ceramic ground. Howler’s chest filled with nostalgia, love, and pride. “This really takes me back twenty years ago.”
	“When you first knocked me up?”, Titus asked over the running water. Even without seeing his muzzle, Howler knew how Titus felt by the swaying of hips and the swishing of his tail.
	“Indeed, it does. Who would have thought we’d have so many wonderful pups together?”
	Grabbing some soaps and the sponge, Titus walked into the artificial drizzle. Turning back to his husband, he smiled. “I’m sure that you would have. You wouldn’t have knocked me up or given me these if you didn’t plan on it.” The young wolf’s pecs began to bounce as he said it. Each enlarged muscle gloriously tensed and relaxed, rising and falling in a hypnotic tempo. Watching those melons dance was enough to make the coyote’s sheath stir.
	“Maaaaaybe~”, Howler cooed, “and I wouldn’t mind making another with you.” Stepping into the warm shower, he wrapped his arms around his child, their pecs now the one thing keeping their bodies apart. With a lustful look on his face Howler flexed his own, the beefy barrels rippling against his son’s.
	Grunting, Titus’ eye fluttered. Breathing deeply, he slowly began apply soap to his senior’s fur. “M-Maybe if you still have any loads when your done with our pups…and my own womb isn’t already claimed~”
	“Let’s get down there and see how things turn out then!” Grabbing the sponge from his son, Howler began to wash up. Showering with Titus was full of teasing (from both parties), kissing (in various locations), and a mix of parental and spousal love that Howler embraced wholeheartedly.

	Leaving their clothes behind, the couple held hands and walked out to the living room. It was a beautiful, sexual sight. All the adults who wanted to participate had shown up, naked. A few had already started their fun. A train had formed with three brothers by the windows, Melody and Liza were squeezing their breasts and scissoring, and one woman was giving oral to her brother.
	Once Titus came into view from the living room, Ophni immediately raced to the foot of the stairs. Gazing up expectantly, he began stepping in place with a nervous aura. “Daddy! Um, can…can we…”
	Smiling, Titus’s rumbling voice was more reminiscent of a demon’s than his own. The incubus made flesh walked down the steps, reached down, and began to bridal carry his pup to the couch. In his deep voice, he said, “Of course, baby. You’ll have Daddy’s ass all night long~” Tossing him onto the cushions, Titus turned around and sat down in his pup’s lap. Both partners began to grunt. Winking at his family, Titus smirked and shouted, “What are you all waiting for? Party’s started!”
	Floodgates had been opened. Soon, people were forming pairs and groups of various genders and sizes. Pride, lust, or both? Howler couldn’t tell what was filling his chest this time. He did know that there were three pups he was going to have a good time with waiting for him. Mezik, Ruby, and Lsos were playing roshambo against each other by the door to the kitchen. Lsos arms raised in the air in excitement while Ruby kicked at the ground and Mezik disappointedly hit the doorframe.
	Walking closer, Howler could hear her cheering, “Yes! Yes! I get first round!” Lsos was positively giddy. When Howler’s footsteps became audible to the trio, she immediately spun around, and wrapped her arms around her father/grandfather’s waist. “We, uh, hashed it out. I’ll be getting your pups first!”
	“Well, alright then~ Get ready to take the cock that made you!” Effortlessly lifting his child up, Howler began to cradle Lsos in his arms, and gently lowering her to the carpeted floor. Kissing her deeply, Howler let his paws trail lower. Beneath her breasts, past her abdomen, and right to her cookie. One bean, then two were slowly pushed deeper into his pup/grandpup. She whimpered and whined into his kiss. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pushed deeper. Red began to poke out his sheath. All the teasing Titus gave him in the shower was beginning to pay off.
	Then he felt someone grinding on his rear. Howler’s ears perked up and he broke from his kiss. “Mmm? Who?”, was all he uttered, clearing his throat.
	He felt a hand squeezing his firm, thick ass. Howler rolled his eyes, knowing exactly who the culprit was. “Just me”, Kezik confirmed. The impatient pup was rubbing his tip against his father’s rear. Raising his tail out of the way, the young hybrid got free reign on his ancestor’s ass. Another red tip came into vision, this time Kezik’s length poking at his father.

	Moments pass quickly, yet time feels as though it has been slowed to a crawl. Or a long, drawn out thrust. A thrust that’s accompanied by a grunt. Grunt that’s followed by a moan. Moans drowned out by the slap of balls against ass and the lewd squelch of fluids. Howler’s knot slammed against Lsos’ entrance. He took it slow. His pup’s face was dazed as she got used to his large phallus.
	Lsos panted and moaned. Her mind was in another dimension by now. How would she ever go back to her brother’s or toys after feeling what an experienced dick was like? Not her concern right now. Her only concern was enjoying Daddy’s dick for as long as possible. Breathing was slow and deep while the muscles in her vagina tensed up. In, out, in, and out. Squeeze, release, squeeze, and release. Her passage grew tighter by the second. Tight enough to edge Howler.
	Pre leaked from Howler’s cock in a stream. His natural lubricant made thrusting easier and more enjoyable. Patience was a virtue for a good reason. Not only was Kezik’s knot poking his hole, his daughter’s inexperience prevented her from having the endurance for quick, powerful thrusts Titus was accustomed to. Shuddering underneath him, Lsos was panting hard. Clearly, her rapid, inconsistent squeezes meant that her own orgasm had hit her hard. Time to take it to the next level!
	Softly growling, “Better knot my ass there soon~”, he reached back and began to pat his ass.
	Kezik began to lean onto his ancestor for support. His thrusts grew sloppy, but quick. Howler’s hips jerked with each thrust, his child’s balls slapping against his as he desperately tried to get his dick between those mountainous, rock-hard glutes. Drawing his hips back, he gave one hard thrust and put his weight on his father.
	[b]POP![/b]
	Howler gave a pleased groan. Kezik gave a small yip. Daddy’s ass is really tight. Doubly so when Howler began to clench on the knot as well. Moaning, Kezik panted hard as he shifted again. Laying his torso on his father’s back, his eyes rolled up as he began to ejaculate into his father’s rear. Rope after rope of seed began to fill Howler’s guts, as his own plan came into action.
	Looking down at Lsos, Howler gave a smirk. The moans, howls, and panting of Kezik and others in the room faded as he clenched down on Kezik’s knot and began to thrust harder. Tugging his son’s knot, he slammed his own to Lsos’ lower lips.
	[b]POP! POP! POP! POP![/b]
	Then knotted her. Over and over again. Pop. Pop. Pop. The next minute was Howler teasing two of his pups at once by milking his son, while knotfucking his daughter. His own façade broke. The pleasure grew too great. Howler began panting like a dog while his own dick was filled with a familiar sensation.
	[b]POP![/b]
	Then he came. Knot buried in Lsos, her eyes crossed as she moaned uncontrollably. She threw her arms around her father’s chest, hugging him tight. Squeezing erratically, her orgasm grew just as strong as Kezik’s. Heat pooled in her belly while her father’s seed pushed deeper inside her womb. Pure bliss.
       Riding out their orgasms, filling and being filled, the smell of sex hung off all three of them. Most everyone, at this point. Whether partners swapped or stayed together, the room was filled with the smell of their deeds. Brothers and sisters sharing each other, Titus had son’s filling all his holes, one son and one daughter were even drinking his milk at the same time, and one other daughter, tapping her foot beside Howler. Her claws clicked on the wood rhythmically.
      Turning his head to face her, Howler grinned up to her. “Alright baby. I got another load for you ready. Come get underneath me and replace your sister~”