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Several months ago some poor, well-meaning soul left some very kind remarks on my first story by this title, with no knowledge of my personal weaknesses and failings.  I'm trying really hard not to turn this into a full series... but I couldn't resist adding one chapter... or two...  đŸ˜…

Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "[b]Friday Night[/b]\n\nLayla hummed to herself as she put away the dishes from her lunch and resumed cleaning the house. It was still early in the afternoon, but it felt like there was a lot still to do to get ready for the weekend. Or maybe she was just excited, and wanted everything to be perfect. Either way, she’d already swept and mopped every room with a smooth floor, and vacuumed half the carpeted ones. Corbin’s room and the master bedroom were all that was left, then—\n\nShe was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. The Doe turned a curious look toward it, knowing it was [i]far[/i] too early for the kids or her husband either one to be home, and she wasn’t expecting any deliveries. A quick peek through the peephole showed a scarlet-scaled lady-Dragon in a long lab-coat, distractedly making some sort of note on the little clipboard tucked against her elbow.\n\n“Mrs. Silenttooth, please come in,” Layla smiled as she opened the door, trying [i]very[/i] hard not to become nervous as she gesturing her neighbor from down the street inside, “What brings you over?” This was Elan’s mother. They’d talked plenty over the years, but it was rare for the Dragon to come to their house, or vice verse.\n\n“A few things,” Elan’s mother answered, scratching a final note on her clipboard before looking the Elk in the eye. When she did, she tilted her head as if surprised at something about them. “Pardon me a second,” she requested quietly as she leaned in close.\n\nLayla blinked, but held still, trying not to shy away as Mrs. Silenttooth came practically nose-to-nose with her in an effort to see...whatever had caught her attention. For one moment, she thought the other female might be going for a kiss...but quickly realized that was an expectation unfairly created by her son, and Layla was a little embarrassed it had even crossed her mind. Her nose twitched curiously, noting that Mrs. Silenttooth actually smelled absolutely [i]nothing[/i] like Elan (thank goodness!), though her breath was just as hot as—\n\nThe Doe squealed briefly and covered her nose as the Dragon blew a short, [i]very[/i] hot puff directly into it, burning out all the hair in her nostrils...or so it felt to the Doe. “Sorry,” Mrs. Silenttooth immediately apologized while Layla briskly rubbed the burn out, “Thought I saw something there.” Standing up and stepping back to a much more polite distance, the Dragon added another short note to her clipboard before tucking it into the large pocket of her lab-coat. “Anyway, I came over to thank you for letting Elan spend the night over here. He hasn’t gotten to have a sleep-over with anyone since grade-school, and Corbin’s a good kid. I’m glad they’ve managed to stay friends for so long.” Still giving the Doe a hard, searching look in the eye, she added, “Are you [i]absolutely sure[/i] he’s not causing trouble?”\n\nShe knew. Layla was almost certain she knew. The question was less whether Elan was causing trouble and more whether Layla was coping with it. The Doe had to take a deep breath (painfully through her blistered nose), and try hard not to let the panic show on her face as she shook her head. “No...no, he’s no trouble at all. He and Corbin get along well, and he respects the rules Finn and I lay down in our house.” Aside from the glaring omission that that the young Dragon had made a few rules of his own, it was true. Elan had always been polite and obedient while in their house...whenever Layla had the discipline to make any kind of demand of him.\n\nMrs. Silenttooth continued to stare at her for another moment, as if searching for the details of that omission in her eyes...and finally shrugged. From the other wide pocket of her lab-coat, she pulled two large sticks of personal deodorant. “Alright. I also wanted to give you these to keep, just in case. Elan’s bad about forgetting his in the morning, or forgetting to reapply it in the afternoon.” Laying the sticks down on the table by the door, she added, “I don’t mean to tell you what needs doing in your own house, but [i]please[/i] be sure he takes a shower as soon as he gets in, and another in the morning. The boy has a B.O. problem he refuses to admit to, sometimes. And don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything, or if he becomes a nuisance.”\n\nLayla shook her head again, more sincerely this time. “Thank you, Mrs. Silenttooth, but Elan’s a good boy. He’s always welcome here. I’m sure he and Corbin will have a lot of fun tonight, and keep us all up far too late to be healthy,” she chuckled, flashing what she hoped was an understanding smile.\n\nSeeming reassured, the Dragon waved a quiet goodbye, and left. Layla leaned her back against the door after it closed, blowing out as much of the anxiety as she could manage. Telling herself she had not [i]technically[/i] lied to a fellow mother was not doing a lick of good in relieving her guilt. Collecting the deodorant from the entry table, she gave one of the sticks a curious sniff...and still couldn’t smell anything except the Dragon’s cinder-hot breath in her nose...\n\n“Mom! We’re home!” Corbin called out a few hours later, sounding even more chipper than usual. The young Elk immediately dropped his backpack right behind the door, and stepped further in to make room for his friend.\n\nElan closed the front door behind them just as Layla answered from the kitchen, “Welcome home. Can you both come in here for a minute? We need to have a talk.”\n\nBoth teenagers blinked at each other. That was about the opposite of the greeting they’d expected, and different even from her normal welcome. It was the kind of phrasing, said in a matching tone, that all children dreaded...even the ones who thought they were too old for it to be used on them anymore.\n\nThey tried to act casual as they came into the kitchen, but in that way teenagers have of broadcasting that they’re nervous right through the act. Layla was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping a steaming cup of tea, under a very pensive look. “Uh, everything okay, Mom?” Corbin asked as he settled into the nearest seat and Elan stepped around to the next, across the table from his friend’s mother.\n\nLayla couldn’t decide whether to nod or shake her head, so instead sighed into her cup before looking up at the young Dragon. “...Your mother’s onto us. Or at least suspicious, I think. She came by today to ask if you were making trouble, and to give me this.” Layla pulled one of the deodorant sticks from her pocket.\n\nElan’s eyes flashed wide despite his efforts to hide it. Glancing back up at her face, he noted the gleam of clear gel on the front of her broad nose, between her nostrils. And before he could even ask the question, Layla reached out to swipe the end of the stick up the front of Corbin’s nose, too.\n\n“Ack! Mom!” the younger Elk protested, quickly rubbing the clingy gel smooth, “That’s been in his pits, you know!”\n\n“Your nose has been in much dirtier places,” Layla noted, setting the stick to one side and returning her gaze squarely to Elan.\n\nThe Dragon took a deep breath, looking close to frightened now that his chief means of controlling the situation — [i]any [/i]situation, really — had been effectively erased. “So...I guess the sleepover’s off, huh?” he cringed, “And...what else did you tell her?”\n\nLayla sighed into her cup again, nearly planting her nose in the steamy liquid as her head drooped. “Forgotten gods, it [i]should[/i] be! It never even —” She waved off her own complaint, realizing it wasn’t going to help or change the situation one whit. They were already well past doing anything like what [i]should[/i] have been done. “I told her you’re a good kid, and good for Corbin, and always welcome in our house. I meant it,” the Doe reassured both her son and his friend, sincerely, “She insisted that you needed to take a shower when you arrived, and put on some of this.” Layla pointed to the shine on her nose, rather than the stick.\n\nElan looked like he was trying to shrink in his chair. His mother’s formula was near to perfect by now, at least in the short-term. She was working on making it last longer, so he wouldn’t have to apply it as often. But for at least three or four hours, it would completely overwhelm his natural scent. The Doe had been right to use it as a shield. Once she’d got the scent of Dragon-breath out of her nose, Layla had discovered it smelled a lot like the cedary scent she was used to picking up from Elan...and wondered just how powerful the boy’s scent might [i]really[/i] be, without this to mitigate it. She was looking at him today more calmly and rationally than she’d been able to in a long time — looking at him like a mother [i]ought[/i] to look at her son’s friends — and that clearly scared him.\n\nLayla shook her head with a pitying look. “I’m not going to make you, Elan. I’m not even going to [i]ask[/i] you. I have a different question I want an honest answer to,” she continued, looking to her son next, “And I want you clear-headed enough to confirm it or correct it, as needed. This may be the first time in the last two years I can actually talk to you both sensibly,” she sighed, “What [i]are[/i] you two to each other? Just friends? Friends-with-benefits? And more importantly...how much of that hinges on your scent?”\n\nElan’s dark-blue scales turned to a paler shade, but it was Corbin who answered, sounding more than a little insulted. “Mom! You’re being horrible! We [i]are[/i] friends! Yeah, we’re friends [i]because[/i] of his scent, but not like you’re thinking,” the younger Elk frowned, hunched up angrily in his chair. He looked to Elan, to reassure him while he continued, “Hey, I’ve said it before, right? I’m not gay, and I [i]am[/i] your friend, whether your scent’s on or not. Don’t—”\n\nElan motioned for him to calm down with a grateful nod. If nothing else, he trusted Corbin to be honest...and that went a long way to bolster the Dragon’s confidence again. “I know it. But your mom’s not wrong to wonder, either. So...first...I should apologize for how I’ve used it, shouldn’t I?” he winced, bowing his head to the Doe across the table, “I’m sorry. I know I was out of line. Thanks for not ratting me out to Mom. I understand if I’m not welcome here any—”\n\n“I already told you that you are,” Layla cut him off gently, but firmly, “Please explain the rest. Then I’ll decide how things are going to go forward from there.”\n\nIt was the firmest she’d been with him since before the first time his scent overwhelmed her. Elan grit his teeth, nodded, and continued, “Okay...so...to start, you already know we’re a bit more than ‘just friends’...and also that I kind of forced the ‘with benefits’ part on —”\n\nCorbin broke in, “That wasn’t your fault! You weren’t even—”\n\n“Corbin,” Layla interrupted with a stern look but a gentle tone, “Just let him tell it. I know you’re worried, and I know you’re scared,” she added to Elan, “But I’m as guilty as either of you at this point. I’m not looking for someone to blame. Trust me a little and just tell me what happened, please.”\n\nThe young Dragon nodded, took a deep breath, and [i]tried[/i] to sit fully upright again, though his chin still hung almost in front of his chest at the end of his long neck. “It started toward the end of middle-school,” he began, “I...you know...puberty and all. That’s when my scent first kicked in. I got [i]real[/i] popular that year. I thought it was weird, but everyone I asked gave me a reason why they suddenly liked me more than they had the previous year, so I just thought I’d been nice enough, and smart enough, that people had started to notice...you know?” He winced as he said it, like he knew now that he should have trusted that first suspicion, and not let himself become so confident in his school-mate’s attitudes. “I was especially popular with the girls for a while. Needless to say, that pissed off a lot of the boys, but they never really did anything worse than call me greedy and a cheater.”\n\nLayla didn’t find any of that difficult to believe. From what she knew, he [i]was[/i] a nice kid, and got solid grades (if not quite all A’s). Putting the power of his scent on top of natural potential could only solidify his social standing. But she also knew it hadn’t turned out that way. Corbin was the only friend he’d ever talked about, and while she might put that down to him being tactful while in their house, Corbin had also remarked more than once that Elan was essentially avoided at school. The Doe already had a guess as to what [i]might[/i] have happened, but waited patiently for Elan to get to that part himself.\n\n“So...that lasted for, like, a whole season,” the Dragon continued, “Mom caught on over the summer break. My scent got a lot stronger in just a few weeks, and she noticed, so we had a long talk, and she explained what was really happening, and...well, what I should and shouldn’t be doing.”\n\nHe was about to continue when something seemed to occur to Corbin. “Hey,” he interrupted thoughtlessly, “If your mom smelled you, why didn’t [i]she[/i] end up in your bed?”\n\n“...[i]Corbin![/i]” Layla groaned, bowing her head to hide her face against the table.\n\nMuch to her relief, Elan seemed almost as shocked by the idea as she was. “Uh, because I don’t want to [i]die[/i] when her head clears?! [i]Your[/i] mom —”\n\n“[i]Elan[/i],” the Doe groaned, face still pressed against the table and her momentary relief utterly destroyed, “I don’t need you to remind me what a horrible mother I am. Please. I haven’t heard a word about how you and Corbin...got involved. When did [i]that[/i] start?”\n\nHe took a moment, apparently trying to decide exactly how much detail he should skip, and bought some time by answering his friend’s question sincerely. “So, this actually runs in Mom’s side of the family, apparently. She was expecting it, and already had the first batch of deodorant started. She used it the minute she caught a whiff and ‘thought I smelled nice’.”\n\n“Elan,” Layla repeated, finally lifting her head back up to give him as stern a look as she could manage.\n\nThe Dragon nodded, and resumed his story. “Right...so...high-school started about like middle-school ended. I was super popular from day one,” he admitted, “Because I did [i]not[/i] use my deodorant like mom told me to. I...thought it was my ticket to an easy school-life.” He cringed as he said it. He was looking at the table now, instead of Mrs. Splinterprong, and she could tell he was wrestling with something he [i]really[/i] didn’t want to say, but was making an earnest effort to be honest at this very important moment. No doubt, in the back of his mind, Elan worried that his friendship with Corbin was on the line, and that he would not be allowed to see the young Elk again if Layla thought he was being dishonest about any part of his story by the end. “I...became kind of a creep. Girls would let me go pretty far with them...a few guys seemed open to it, too...and I...let it go to my head.”\n\nCorbin snickered. But for once he kept his mouth shut on whatever example had come to mind, as his friend shot him a pleading look. It didn’t matter, really. Layla understood what he [i]wasn’t[/i] saying, and could hardly be surprised. Elan continued, “Anyway...at least one of them started to notice that I was [i]most[/i] attractive on hot days, and didn’t look so good in pictures as I did in person, and that she found me a lot less interesting as a person when I wasn’t in the room. But it was gym class that really did me in. Some of the guys were teasing me one day about refusing to shower, and how nice it must be for my sweat to smell that good,” the Dragon grimaced, his eyes falling again, “Coach overheard, and he was too far away, and the stink of sneakers and mildew probably would have weakened it anyway. He made me go take an actual shower. [i]Everyone[/i] noticed the difference afterward. Especially the girls in fifth period.”\n\nLayla blew a sympathetic sigh. “And they started avoiding you, didn’t they?” she stated more than asked.\n\nElan nodded. “And spreading rumors, too. Rumors that I’d done things I hadn’t, actually, though I might have been able to if I’d pushed my luck more. By the end of the week, nobody wanted to sit within three desks of me. Nobody would speak to me, and that included some of the teachers. Nobody except Corbin,” he inclined his head toward his friend.\n\nCorbin smiled like he’d been handed a medal. “It’s stupid to act like it’s your fault you smell [i]really[/i] good,” the young Elk declared, restating his exact words from the first day he moved his desk into the same corner Elan had been practically exiled to, “Handsome guys comb their hair so they can look even [i]more[/i] handsome, and nobody gets angry about that. You’re just lucky, and they’re just jealous.”\n\nNot even Elan thought that was a fair comparison, but he appreciated the support. Corbin had always been great like that. The Dragon was finally able to lift his head, then, and look Layla directly in the eyes. “Corbin’s the one who sat with me, and didn’t turn on me. Corbin’s the one who stood up for me, when some others started trying to bully me. Corbin’s the one who treated me like nothing had changed, after the truth came out. Corbin really is my friend, Mrs. Splinterprong. And I swear to each and every one of the forgotten gods that I did [i]not[/i] mean to become the ‘with benefits’ kind,” he finished with a grimace, like the phrase was starting to leave a bad taste in his mouth, “That was completely an accident.”\n\nThe younger Elk snickered again, but nodded, and explained on his behalf, “He forgot his deodorant that day. I mean really forgot it, not just didn’t want to put it on. So it got pretty bad in my room while we were playing games, and...you know how it goes from there,“ he shrugged like the rest didn’t matter.\n\nLayla sighed into the few drops left in her teacup. “Yes, I do indeed know how it goes from there,” she admitted, “Did it occur to you even once that you should not have invited him over again after that, Corbin?”\n\n“What?!” the younger Elk balked, “No! That’d be even worse than — and [i]I[/i] started it! He was going to go put it on, but I wanted to know if kissing —”\n\nLayla raised a hand to stop him, nodding her head calmly. “I don’t need all the intimate details. I just needed to know the truth. Thank you. Both of you,” she said sincerely, giving a little nod to Elan. Then, setting her cup aside and sliding back from the table, she added, “Come on. We should wash our noses.”\n\nBoth teens blinked at her, then looked at each other, then at Layla again as she started for the hallway. “I’m...still spending the night?” Elan dared to ask, just to be sure he wasn’t misinterpreting.\n\nThe Doe stopped and rubbed her face, feeling it go hot from her brow to her neck. “I really am a terrible mother,” she confessed, “Now that Finn finally knows, and has [i]not[/i] divorced me...I just can’t stop thinking about it. I think of you and Corbin going on a date, and myself sucking you both off under the table. I think of Finn laying me down so sweetly, like he always does, and of you riding him while he’s inside me. I am so debased, so debauched, that the thought of my own son plowing me feels like a relief. And all that comes to me when you are not here, and your scent is well clear of the house.” Turning back toward him with her face burning with blush and her hands folded over her stomach to hold down the butterflies, she bowed toward him submissively. “Please continue to be kind to me, and take good care of my son, Elan.” With that, she went straight to the bathroom to scrub the gel from her nose and press a cold cloth to her head before the smoke started pouring out of her ears.\n\nElan blinked at her retreating back. “Fuck, Corbin...I think I love your mom...”\n\n“...Dibs,” Corbin answered...\n\nFinn came home to the smell of meatloaf fresh from the oven, taking a deep and appreciative whiff as he called his usual greeting: “I’m home!”\n\nInstead of welcoming him home like she usually did, Layla came striding out of the kitchen, her hooves clicking sharply on the hard floor, and seized him in a firm and fervent kiss. Finn’s eyes went wide for a second, before he closed them to savor the heartfelt welcome, and the taste of his wife’s tongue sliding across his own. “Mmm,” he hummed when she broke for air, “What brought [i]this[/i] on? Not complaining, just wondering how I get you to do it again,” he chuckled, adding a kiss to her cheek.\n\n“Just keep coming home,” she begged, nuzzling his strong neck and clinging to the front of his shirt, “I’ve never been more happy than every day you’ve walked back through that door this whole week.”\n\nHer husband rested his broad chin on top of her head gently, and hugged her close. “Still feeling guilty about that, huh?” They had talked about it, naturally, and at length, last weekend. Finn still couldn’t say he was happy about it, in all honesty, but Elan had been right about one thing: having succumbed to the boys scent once, himself, the Elk held nothing against his wife for failing to resist it. “You can stop. I told you I forgave you.”\n\nLayla took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, then nodded and kissed his chest. “Thank you.” With that, she finally pulled away to finish moving their dinner from the oven to the table, and Finn followed right on her hooves.\n\n“Where are the boys, anyway?” the larger Elk asked, having noticed he’d not seen or heard either of them since getting home.\n\nThe blush rose in Layla’s cheeks, and a subtle tremble ran down her spine. “Corbin wanted to clean up a bit, after school,” she explained quietly, “So he and Elan are...taking a shower. Together.” She had to struggle to keep the possible scenes out of her head, concentrating on pouring the vegetables out of the pots and into the serving bowls.\n\nFinn snorted with a smirk. “Getting a head start on us, are they?” he guessed. The smirk turned into a mild grimace. “You know...it’s not too late for you and me to bow out of tonight politely, if you’re having second thoughts,” he suggested, subtly confessing to having second thoughts of his own. He might not be against the teenagers developing their own relationship...but if he and Layla went through with the night’s plans, something irreversible was going to change by morning.\n\nHis wife understood that all too well. She’d already crossed that line years ago. “We absolutely should,” she sighed, carefully setting the bowls onto the table. All they were missing to start dinner now was a couple of boys. “I think Corbin would be heartbroken to have it called off at this point, though. I’ll have to tell you the story later, but I learned something about them both today, and I am [i]so[/i] proud of him. I don’t want to disappoint him now.” Turning back to her husband again, she put both arms around Finn’s strong neck, pulling him into another kiss. “Besides, I don’t have what it takes to resist that scent anymore, whether I want to or not. I will abide by whatever decision you make, Finn...but I’m afraid you’ll have to drag me out of the room.”\n\nA younger voice answered from the door to the kitchen. “Uh, I’m pretty sure you’ve got two whole [i]sticks[/i] of what it takes to resist my scent now,” Elan chuckled, leaning against Corbin’s side while the pair of teens watched his parents embrace, “If you’re not putting it on, you can’t blame [i]me[/i] for what comes next.” His dark-blue scales gleamed with the lingering moisture from the shower on his bare chest. He’d pulled his pants back on (for now), but neglected to replace the shirt. Their son was clinging to the Dragon’s arm like a love-struck girlfriend, already changed into a loose set of pajama pants and a tee-shirt top with a wide neck, easy to get even his antlers into and out of. His broad nose was flaring as he took deep breaths from just above Elan’s shoulder, near one arm-pit. Although the hot water had rinsed away the worst of his scent for the time being, the extra heat had left the Dragon with a sweat that would turn twice as powerful by the time dinner was done.\n\nSwallowing whatever nerve she had left, Layla pulled gently away from her husband and gestured for all of them to sit down at the table for dinner. It was delicious, but a quiet affair, full of rosy cheeks and furtive glances, and the soft sighs of slowly melting inhibitions. Elan pushed his empty plate back from the edge of the table, then leaned back in his chair and nonchalantly folded his hands behind his head with a smug smile. “So, this is a first for me. What do you guys usually do after dinner, when I’m not here?” With his scent returned to full effect, and the added reassurance that Layla had not thrown him out when she had the best opportunity, his confidence was back in force and then some. Elan was trying hard to remind himself not to let it run away with him again, like he had at school...but teens are teens, after all.\n\nLayla rubbed one hand against her cheek, trying not to let the dreamy smile settle on her face quite yet. “On Friday nights we usually watch a movie together, as a family, or play a game in the living-room. Corbin gets to stay up later than usual tonight, and tomorrow too.”\n\nHer son snickered, making [i]no[/i] effort to hide [i]his[/i] smile. “Pretty sure it’ll be [i]extra[/i] late tonight...”\n\nElan grinned, but shrugged. “Maaaybe, if your parents agree,” he winked, “But that sounds great to me! What are we watching tonight?”\n\nLayla felt her throat constrict and her heart clench up. The cinnamon-cedar scent in the room was already making her warm between the legs, and she’d fully expected the whole family would move straight from the kitchen table to the master bed as soon as dinner was done. She almost [i]insisted[/i] on it, catching herself just in time, as she realized Elan was teasing her. If she gave in, and tried to push her own pacing...he would torture her beautifully, no doubt. Probably by making her sit in the corner and watch as he pleasured himself with her husband and son first...\n\nFinn broke her wide-eyed, near fearful look by clearing his throat and tugging uncomfortably at the tie still around his neck. “Before that, I’d really like to change clothes,” he suggested, pushing his chair back from the table.\n\nWith a grin, Elan reached out and gently wound the trailing tail of the tie around his fingers, then used it to pull Finn’s face closer. “...Fine,” the Dragon smirked, “But I like this professional look. You’re going to have to let me use this sometime,” he insisted, gently tugging the tie like a leash. Turning his slitted eyes to Layla, he added, “You should get into something comfy, too. I’ve never seen you in pajamas, come to think of it.”\n\nLayla gnashed her teeth as she scooted her chair back. “You’ll have to give me a few minutes first. I need to wash the pots and dishes,” she explained, collecting Finn and Corbin’s plates on top of her own, while silently considering what she had in her part of the closet.\n\nElan caught her wrist gently when she reached for his plate next. “I’ll take care of that,” the Dragon promised with a sincere smile, “You’re letting me stay over, and be...kind of a bad guest, honestly,” he admitted with a sheepish smile, “It’s the least I can do. Go get changed.”\n\nThe Doe’s heart skipped a beat as she stared at him. He really liked to play with her head. That was the only possible explanation for [i]why[/i] he would switch back and forth between the sly seducer leading her heart on a string and the respectful house-guest showing his gratitude in humble ways. She found each of them romantic, in their own way.\n\nWith a grateful nod, Layla leaned forward, drew back with a hesitant look at Finn, then leaned in again to give Elan a swift kiss on the lips. Then she took her husband’s hand, and walked with him up to their bedroom to change, while the Dragon rolled up his (metaphorical) sleeves to scrub the pots now cooled on the stove-top and made Corbin go select a movie.\n\nThe click of hooves on the hardwood floors announced Finn and Layla’s return a couple of minutes later. Elan was still up to his elbows in suds, but turned his long neck to get a peek at their pajamas over his shoulder. Finn had changed into some simple flannel pants, and [i]probably[/i] nothing underneath, judging by the sheer amount of “happy trail” rising up from the waistline. He was already moving toward the couch, to see what Corbin had selected, but Layla paused in the door to the kitchen to let Elan take a [i]good[/i] look at her outfit: a satin babydoll with split sides, tied together just above her hips and just beneath her shoulders. If the knots came undone, it would fall into two completely separate pieces. The opaque material hung just low enough that he couldn’t tell if she still had panties on beneath it, but the way her breasts hung in the lace-lined cups suggested she was [i]not[/i] wearing a bra.\n\nShe was also holding a largish box in one hand, to which Elan quirked a brow. “What’s that?”\n\nLayla held the box up in front of her belly, where he could clearly see the labeling: a fifty-pack of condoms. “Finn has the jar of anal jelly. You’ll find both of these under the head of Corbin’s bed, too, if you two need them later,” she blushed, “You don’t [i]have[/i] to wear them under anyone’s tail...but for cleanliness and safety, you need to wear them in me tonight...”\n\nElan blinked...then grinned. “Or, even better, I could wear them [i]only[/i] under tails, and definitely [i]not[/i] in your pussy.”\n\nHer breathing quickened. She would not be at all surprised if he could hear her heart beating against her ribs. Drying his hands as he set the last dish on the “clean” side of the counter, Elan plucked the box from her hands and kissed her stunned face on the nose. “Go get snuggly with your hubby, Layla,” he cooed with a smug smile, “You’ll just have to see what I decide to do with these.” A shiver ran down her spine. Layla nodded quietly, granting him a soft kiss on the cheek when he turned the side of his face toward her, and went to sit between her son and husband on the couch.\n\nAs the movie started, Layla snuggled up against her husband, clinging to his arm as much to keep her hands occupied as to be close. At the opposite end of the couch, Elan kicked back and stretched his legs out behind Corbin, across Layla’s thighs, to rest his clawed feet in Finn’s lap. While Finn gave a curious look at the casual intrusion, Layla immediately understood what Elan was really doing. Their son was effectively a done-deal. Corbin would bend over the moment Elan flashed a smile at him. The Elk’s parents, though...could use the extra coaxing. Resting a hand warmly on one of the scaly shins in her lap, the Doe caressed it gently...and discreetly breathed in the delicious, cedar-cinnamon scent wafting up from between his toes.\n\nCorbin turned sideways, to give Elan’s legs a little more room and lean comfortably back against the Dragon’s chest. Elan flashed a sly smile over his friend’s shoulder. His toes flexed invitingly, and Layla took the hint. A deep breath through her nose declared her compliance, and wordlessly prompted Finn to do the same. That one breath increased the pace of their hearts and the heat in their cheeks...and pitched a sizable tent in the front of Finn’s pajama pants. They weren’t going to make it very far through this movie...\n\nThe opening credits were barely off the screen, and the main characters onto it, before Layla became distracted by the soft, wet sound of a kiss. She didn’t even have to look at them to know Elan was making out with her son, softly pressing their lips together between carefully drawn breaths, and the Dragon’s forked tongue was snaking its way toward the back of the young Elk’s throat. She didn’t have to look...but she did, squirming subtly underneath Elan’s calves as she watched for a moment with needy envy.\n\nElan peeked an eye open to check on her...and lifted one foot, pressing it against her cheek to turn her head back toward the screen. The Doe whimpered quietly at the strength of his scent so close to her nose, and he left a bit lingering on her cheek. Then Elan tucked his foot under her chin, reaching past her to repeat the entire process on Finn, who was also staring at them with increasingly glossy eyes. Layla turned toward him instead, away from the teenagers, and pressed her lips to her husband’s cheek, then the side of his broad muzzle.\n\nCorbin seemed oblivious to all of this, continuing to kiss Elan’s face and tongue, and moved his hands to interlace his fingers with Elan’s, resting on the Elk’s belly. The Dragon slowly slid that hand lower, carrying Corbin’s on the back of it, to sneak underneath the waist of Corbin’s pajamas and teasingly caress the growing rod underneath with their combined fingertips. The younger Elk sighed and strained not to squirm, perhaps under the mistaken impression that his parents hadn’t noticed them fooling around yet. “Fuck, Elan,” he whispered very softly over his shoulder with eyes still closed, “Can’t we just skip the movie? I’m already this hard again...”\n\nBoth of Layla’s ears swiveled toward them, and she barely managed to bite back her agreement in time. She wasn’t entirely sure what Elan would do if [i]she[/i] tried to push things along. He enjoyed teasing her by flaunting his dominance over her at times like this... but he might be more indulgent of Corbin, to her vicarious relief.\n\nElan chuckled, giving his friend a light squeeze inside his pants, and seemed to seriously consider it for a moment. “Kind of hard to have a regular ‘family night’ with me here, huh?” he asked with...just a hint of disappointment, though not the least bit of surprise, “...Alright. But we need to apologize to your parents for breaking the routine. So no complaints, understand?”\n\n“Yeahyeahyeah,” his friend sighed with rapid nods and a dreamy, far-off look. His breathing had turned quick, the rest of his body was slowly tensing up like a stretched spring...until Elan pulled his hand quickly out of the Elk’s pants.\n\nCorbin groaned in obvious disappointment, and Elan chuckled, patting his hip to coax him into getting up. As soon as he did, Elan took him by the shoulders and stationed him in front of his mother...then pushed him firmly down onto his knees, right between Layla’s. “Be sure to give her a really good ‘apology’,” he instructed with a smirk, and a wink to the surprised Doe.\n\nCorbin just nodded again, still with a dreamy smile, as he slid his hands up his mother’s legs to gather the hem of her babydoll high enough to prove she hadn’t been wearing panties underneath, after all. “Forgotten gods, Mom, I’m so sorry,” her son whispered as he leaned in to press his nose between her thighs.\n\n“Oh...baby, it’s okay,” the Doe whimpered as his tongue touched her labia, and rested a hand between his small antlers.\n\nFinn looked every bit as moon-eyed as Corbin when Elan got down on his knees between the larger Elk’s hooves. “Ehe...you know, you really don’t need to apologize,” Finn insisted quietly, “I kind of expected things to move straight to the bedroom anyway.”\n\n“Well, that’s not [i]all[/i] I’m apologizing for,” the Dragon chuckled, reaching up to pull the elastic waist of Finn’s pants open, freeing his rock-hard rod and the sizable sac beneath it, “We’re not in the bedroom yet, but I’m already taking charge. That’s supposed to be against the rules.” Elan started his apology by kissing the underside of Finn’s shaft just above the balls, but then flashed a sly smile up at the Elk. “And I plan to be a little mean tonight. You’re bottom rung of this pecking order, after all. Even lower than Layla. So I’m going to make you act like it. Alright...Finn?” he grinned, running his tongue up the length of the larger male’s cock.\n\nFinn gasped, nodding quickly, and squeezed Layla’s hand as they both leaned back with knees spread to receive the younger pair’s ‘apologies’. Corbin was especially noisy about it, humming and moaning like he was enjoying the sweetest, juiciest fruit he’d ever wrapped lips around. Layla’s blush reached all the way from her ears to her neck. Elan [i]almost[/i] managed to swallow the whole of Finn’s considerable length, slurping it carefully into his long, draconic mouth and partway into his even longer draconic throat.\n\nHe was still holding Finn there when the Elk burst, pouring his climax straight into Elan’s throat and down into his tummy. The Dragon’s nostrils flared as he worked to breathe around the force of the spurts...and he might have dribbled a little out of the corner of his mouth when he finally, carefully, pulled back from Finn’s dick. “Heh...congratulations on being first,” the Dragon chuckled as he wiped his chin, “I hope it was nice. You’re going to have to wait a bit before you’re next one,” he grinned.\n\nReaching out to the side, Elan cupped a hand under Corbin’s rump for an appreciative rub, then gave it a gentle swat. “Hurry up and finish your mom, so we can [i]really[/i] get started.” It was hard to say if it was mother or son who was more motivated by that promise. Layla squealed, clinging to the hem of her nightwear, when Corbin pressed even deeper between her thighs, and her orgasm wet his nose all the way to the nostrils. Elan gave him a congratulatory kiss on the cheek when he finally pulled back to breathe. “Good work. Now you just stay down here for a minute,” the Dragon instructed, getting to his feet only after Corbin acknowledged his instructions with a breathless nod.\n\nElan shimmied quickly out of his pajama pants, then turned around and seated himself in Finn’s lap, straddling the Elk’s meaty thighs with his own and leaning just enough to one side to throw his arm around the larger male’s neck. A fresh waves of enthralling scent wafted almost directly into Finn’s nose. “Alright, since we’re already breaking the regular routine tonight, I’m going to do something else a little different, too,” the Dragon announced, “I’m declaring this part of the ‘bedroom’ for the night. And who rules the bedroom?” he prompted with a sly grin.\n\nLayla answered softly, but immediately, “You.”\n\n“Y-you,” Finn agreed, having to force the words out through the lust quickly clouding his mind. Elan wondered if he and Layla had been abstaining all week in anticipation of tonight, given how horny the Elk already was...\n\n“Good,” Elan grinned, giving Finn a teasing lick on the cheek. Then he spoke softly into the Elk’s ear, “I went a little easy on you last time, since you just joined us. I’ll be showing you your place tonight.” His eyes slid down to Corbin, still kneeling between his mother’s knees and looking up at the Dragon fondly. “Corbin, turn around and show your dad that a beautiful boy-hole you’ve got.”\n\nThe younger Elk’s expression immediately scrunched up in a mix of a grin and a grimace. “Ack, don’t call it [i]that[/i]!” he protested, but turned right around on his knees and pushed his pajama pants down around them. Then Corbin bent forward, resting his elbows on the carpet, and lifted his tail high, giving his friend and both of his parents a shameless view of his squeaky-clean anus, pink and bare-skinned where his fur failed to reach all the way onto the rim.\n\nLayla blushed, but thoughtlessly let her tongue run around her lips at several memories of what she’d been made to do with that inviting slit. Elan seemed to have noticed, giving her a sly look across Finn’s muzzle. “I’m glad you’re ready,” he cooed, nodding toward her son in the floor, “Give Finn a little demonstration of how Corbin likes it. He’ll be taking his turn in a minute.”\n\nThe Doe covered her face with her hands, stifling a moan...and slid obediently onto her knees behind her son’s upturned rump. Corbin just flashed her a grin, holding his tail steady as she gently kissed one cheek before pressing them a bit further open with her thumbs. Layla closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue, drawing a line from the back of Corbin’s sack all the way up through the cleft to flick against the base of his tail. Then she pressed her lips softly against his clenched rim...and Corbin sighed as he felt her warm tongue tenderly invade him.\n\nFinn drew a shuddered breath...made no easier by Elan sliding a hand between both of their thighs, teasing the Elk’s sac and taint with little circles of his fingertips. “Hehe...not much of a show once she really gets down to it,” the Dragon noted, nudging Layla’s leg with his foot, “urn around, you know, so we can watch your faces.”\n\nLayla did groan then, face still pressed into her son’s cleft, and Corbin snickered as he crawled forward a bit more before turning around and laying his cheek on the carpet right in front of Elan’s toes. The Dragon rewarded him by resting that foot lightly on top of his muzzle, stimulating him with the intoxicating scent on each inhale. Layla crawled around to resume rimming the younger Elk in front of his friend and her husband’s eyes.\n\nElan gently massaged Finn’s balls beneath his own, smiling like a cat outside a canary’s cage. “Forgotten gods, they’re both adorable, aren’t they?” he asked the male under his arm quietly, “It’s not fair you had them both to yourself, until last week.”\n\n“N-not exactly,” the Elk sighed with his mouth hanging open, “You were...with them...more...”\n\nElan cupped a hand under his chin to silence him. “Heh...yeah, sorry about that. But we’re all together now, so I’m not going to let that happen again,” he promised with a reassuring smile, and kissed the larger Elk’s cheek. Turning his attention to the pair in the floor again, he declared, “That’s enough, Layla. Why don’t you get comfortable right here,” he tapped the carpet to Corbin’s left with his foot, “I think your hubby’s just about ready.”\n\nLayla withdrew quickly, dragging a soft gasp out of Corbin, and practically threw her face on the floor at Elan’s feet, nostrils flaring as she drew deep breaths of his scent. She was interrupted momentarily by Corbin pulling his nose out from under Elan’s other foot to give her a deep and grateful kiss on the lips, running his tongue along hers despite what it had just been doing to him.\n\nElan smiled, resting his toes lightly on [i]both[/i] of their noses after the kiss. “They really are sweet. Both of them. And you still love them both, right?”\n\n“Absolutely,” Finn answered easily, speaking from his heart more than the scent in his nose...though it would be tough to prove that in the heat of the moment. Elan believed him, though, and so did Layla, more importantly. Her embarrassed heart pounded so hard at the word she could swear it was making her breasts jiggle as they hung beneath her.\n\n“Good,” the Dragon chuckled, patting Finn’s hip before shifting his feet off the noses in the floor and standing up, “Then it’s your turn. Start with Layla, or Corbin’s going to bust his nuts already.”\n\nThe younger Elk groaned, rubbing his face in the floor, “No fair!” His mother scooted a little closer, rubbing her cheek against his in sympathy. Truth be told, her body was screaming with want for a certain nub-studded shaft to fill her love-tunnel, dripping needily onto the carpet. Elan seemed to be taking his sweet time with them tonight, and it was frankly driving the Doe crazy.\n\nBut she could hardly blame him. Up to now, he’d only ever had an hour or two, at most, to enjoy with her and Corbin. And he’d always made a point not to leave either of them unsatisfied by the end. She could only imagine how pressed for time the teenagers had felt before [i]she [/i]fell in with them, trying to make it quick and quiet to avoid being discovered. Now, for the first time, there was no clock ticking and no threat of being discovered by a disapproving party. He was relishing the freedom, no doubt...and she [i]wanted[/i] him to enjoy it, for reasons she couldn’t quite explain even to herself. Perhaps that was just the scent beginning to talk through her...\n\nLayla kissed the Dragon’s foot. He seemed to interpret the affectionate gesture as a plea for more of his scent, as he immediately sat back down and propped one foot on each of their muzzles again. Finn had already moved around behind his wife, and the cheeks of her face burned as she felt his breath waft against her [i]other[/i] cheeks, fully exposed after he folded the hem of her baby-doll over her back. It occurred to her that, to the best of her memory, her husband had never looked directly at that part of her before. He’d given her delightful cunnilingus in the past, but always from above or in front of her, and likewise had his chin above her shoulders on the rare occasion he took her under the tail. The thought that he might find her unappealing for the first time...\n\nThe touch of his tongue shattered her fears, if not the heat in her cheeks. His fingers touched the thick lips of her sex at the same time, running roughly over her pearl as he felt out the contours from this position, and Layla squeaked involuntarily. Her hips squirmed, and she started to lift her head, but Elan pinned her face to the floor by adding a little more weight to his foot. Beside her, Corbin moaned gratefully, and she realized Finn’s other hand was cupped between the younger Elk’s legs, slowly stroking their son’s erection. Her husband licked her exactly like she’d licked Corbin, tenderly kissed her clenched sphincter, and— \n\n“Ohhh...[i]Fiiinnn[/i]...,” Layla’s second orgasm broke her with an apologetic cry before he could even penetrate her. She twisted her head to the side, gulping fresh air in shuddering breaths as her whole body trembled with the effort of holding her posture.\n\nElan quickly lifted his foot with a concerned look, allowing the Doe to breathe a little more easily. “Whoa...think I might need to go a little lighter on you for a bit,” he noted, sounding sincerely apologetic, “You okay?”\n\nShe was bright pink from the tips of her ears all the way to the underside of her breasts, by the feel of it, but Layla nodded to reassure him to some degree. Part of her was tempted to praise that as the strongest orgasm of her life, up to his point...but frankly, she was struggling to remember what any previous orgasm had felt like, at the moment, so she couldn’t make honest comparisons. That was definitely the Dragon’s scent at work.\n\n“Mmph...Dad...,” Corbin whimpered, bucking his hips lightly against Finn’s palm as his own breathing grew shorter, and his father gave Layla’s rump a brief parting kiss before switching to their horny son. The younger Elk sighed with relief as a fresh tongue touched his rim, and a hand well-familiar with all the right places to touch continued to caress his throbbing rod. Elan removed his foot from Corbin’s face, too, to better enjoy the view with a smug smile...and teased his friend by brazenly stroking his own nubby shaft above the young man’s eyes. “Oooh, you dick,” the Elk whined just before his pleasure splashed down between his knees, dampening his pajamas as much as the carpet.\n\nBehind him, his father pulled back enough to warn in a low voice, “You shouldn’t talk to your friends that way, son.”\n\nElan flashed all his teeth in a wide grin. “He can in the bedroom,” the Dragon reminded the other male in a smug tone, “And that means [i]here[/i] tonight. He outranks you, remember? Hmhmm...how to punish you, now,” Elan smirked, tapping his chin thoughtfully with one clawed finger as the shocked look crossed Finn’s face...and Layla’s, for that matter. Corbin seemed to be struggling not to laugh.\n\nAfter a moment’s thought, Elan rolled over to sit on his knees, facing the back of the couch with both feet and his tail hanging over the edge. Giving a sly look over his shoulder to the family in the floor, he mused, “You know, I made Layla lick Corbin’s tail-hole as a punishment the first time. He only ever licked hers because he wanted to try it. I’ve never had either of them do mine.” Lifting his tail, he arched it over his back until he could comfortably take hold of the tip at his shoulder, opening up the slit between scales that was his anus a little more prominently. “I guess it’s time I found out how that feels. Come here and eat my ass, you horny beast,” the Dragon almost broke into snickers mid-sentence, but managed to hold it together as he continued, “And no more complaining about our language...during sex, only, of course. Right?”\n\nThis last question was directed at Corbin, who rolled his eyes like the answer should have been obvious, and nodded his understanding quickly. As Finn crawled up to the couch on all fours, the younger Elk also took the opportunity to pop his father’s rump sharply, eliciting a surprised gasp. Corbin seemed satisfied when Finn didn’t make any protest, though, and followed it up with a more encouraging pat on the same cheek, while Finn pressed his face up to the Dragon’s posterior.\n\nLayla watched as Elan rested his elbows and chin on the back of the couch, closing his eyes to take in the novelty of this particular touch, and her husband was subjected to the same punishment he’d applied to her not quite two years ago. A pang of envy actually shot through her, despite her continued dislike for this particular act...and only got stronger when Corbin crawled up and tucked his head beneath his father’s, careful not to scratch the larger Elk with his small antlers. As if making a concession to Finn’s sentiments, the younger Elk made his own kind of apology for calling his friend names, by running his tongue up the nubby shaft hanging below Finn’s chin.\n\nNot liking this sense of being left out, Layla promptly crawled up on her husband’s other side, pressing her cheek against his, and applied a soft kiss to the side of Elan’s sac, sucking it gently. The Dragon gave them all an amused look over his shoulder, gathered around his butt like animals to a salt-lick...and cracked into snickers. He let them pamper him a bit, each in the place of their own choosing (well, except for Finn), before letting go of his own tail so he could use it to shoo them back a step. “Okay, okay, all of you take a deep breath of...not me,” the Dragon chuckled, turning around to sit properly on the couch again and take in the family with an appraising look. All three of them were giving hungry stares to the rod standing up from his crotch.\n\n“Hmm, I think we’ve had just about enough warm-up,” the Dragon grinned, reaching over the side of the couch to fetch the box of condoms Layla had presented to him earlier. Fishing out one of the strips, he tore the first package off the end and handed it to Corbin, then pulled the next one off and set the box aside. Flipping the little plastic wrapper over between his fingers a couple of times, the Dragon gave a sly smile to Layla. “Come to think of it...I’ve never actually put one of these on,” he admitted, tearing open the plastic and handing the little rubber disc inside to her, “Show me how?”\n\nHe knew, of course. Layla was [i]almost[/i] certain of that. But she had to admit...she could not recall even once that he’d bothered with it when he and Corbin went at her. And she figured they never thought it necessary with each other. He was probably only bringing it up now out of respect for what she’d said before they got started. With a fresh coat of blush burning her cheeks, Layla took the condom and crawled up close between his legs. Behind her, Finn began the same demonstration on their son...until Elan interrupted. “Not him,” the Dragon grinned, looking at the younger Elk, “Unless you’ve all been going at it [i]without[/i] me over here, I don’t think you’ve had the pleasure of getting your tail stuffed with your dad’s pole. So you’re going to lay down beside your mom and take it for the first round tonight,” Elan smirked.\n\nBlinking at the Dragon, and then giving a slightly nervous stare at his father’s long, thick meat...Corbin nodded his understanding, and slowly rolled the little rubber sheath as far down that massive shaft as it could reach. Layla pressed her nose lightly against Elan’s, taking a good, deep breath to quell her own embarrassment, then did the same, stroking the condom gently down over the laid-back nubs all the way to his base. Thinking that it would only get in the way from here on out, Layla pulled the ties on one side of her baby-doll loose, and let the nightwear fall free on its own before stretching out on her back right there in the floor, waiting with a lusty stare for Elan to claim her. Corbin joined her a moment later, after discarding his own pajamas, meeting her with a brief kiss on the lips before scooting to a position that would let him comfortably nuzzle her soft breast while they received their mutual plowing. Layla ran her fingers fondly through his hair, welcoming him against her...and they both lifted their knees in invitation to the men snugging up at their tails.\n\nElan leaned down low over the Doe, smiling smugly at her while he guided his tip into her entrance. His breath was hot. He was the only one among them had hadn’t climaxed even once yet, but he was close. It was going to be a short ride, probably. Layla was a little disappointed by that thought...but not half as much as by the sensation that followed his first full thrust. “Hehe..how is it?” the Dragon chuckled, rocking into her firmly a couple more times.\n\nLayla chewed her lip, rubbing her son’s chest as he grit his teeth, with Finn barely halfway beneath his tail. “...Smooth,” she answered at last, “Too smooth.” The nubs she was so used to filling her, dragging along her inner walls, especially on the withdraw, were being pinned down by the condom. He was smoother than her husband now, but not nearly as thick...and dissatisfying, though she did not dare to say that out loud. “Would you...take it off...please? I want...I [i]need[/i]...to feel those nubs...” The Doe’s face burned hot with embarrassment. She’d been the one to insist he wear the protection this time...and now she couldn’t stand the lack of direct contact with him.\n\nAs usual, the Dragon dominating her seemed to take a particular delight in her embarrassment. “It feels a little weird to me, too, to be honest,” he chuckled, “It slides like you’re soaking wet, but feels dry. You know, we’ve been kind of lucky up to now, though. You sure you want to risk a fresh fawn?” he asked with a smug grin, and continued to thrust into her with his rubber-coated cock even as he turned his attention to the younger Elk pillowed on her breast, “Hey, Corbin, how would you feel about a new sibling right about now?”\n\nCorbin grimaced, trying hard not to think about everything that would entail, at least for the first couple of years...or maybe it was just because his dad was only three-quarters of the way into him, still, and the teenager had already reached the limit of his depth. “Ugh...no way,” he gasped, resting both hands on Finn’s chest and hugging his father’s hips with his legs.\n\nElan chuckled at the ambiguous answer. Then he withdrew completely, and carefully peeled the slippery condom off his shaft, before burying it firmly in Layla one more time. The Doe moaned as she was filled, the familiar sensation of his unique texture rubbing across her g-spot, and clung to him with both legs and arms. Elan seemed proud of the change in response. “...Seriously,” he whispered in her ear, giving her cheek a gentle kiss as he began to go at her in earnest, “Don’t blame me if it happens. You asked for it this time.”\n\n“Can’t,” she panted breathlessly, shaking her head as the delightful stimulation mixed with the intoxicating scent filling the room with each thrust, strengthened by his growing arousal, “Differen’t species...not compatible...can’t—”\n\nThe Dragon stopped moving, and looked down at her in genuine confusion. “Uh, Layla? [i]Dragon[/i] here, remember? I can breed anything that has a womb...”\n\nLayla’s eyes flew wide open with a gasp. Overwhelmed by his scent...her common sense completely subsumed in depravity...she [i]had[/i] forgotten that basic biological fact. She didn’t dare try to count the number of times he had carelessly emptied himself into her over the last couple of years. Staring up at him wide-eyed, Layla realized exactly [i]how[/i] lucky they had been...and just how stupid it would be to test her luck even one more time. Most of all...[i]worst[/i] of all...just like when he’d proposed to share the truth of their relationship with her husband...she could already feel her carnal desires winning the war against her good reason.\n\nFinn groaned, and Corbin moaned, each clinging to the other as the larger Elk crested the peak, rocking his son against his mother’s side with each orgasmic spurt. Corbin’s own cream decorated his belly. Layla hardly recognized the sound of her family climaxing beside her, still looking up into the Dragon’s eyes with a fresh shame in her psyche...and a fresh desire to inspire it. “Elan,” she whispered almost fearfully, crossing her ankles above his tail, “...Keep going.”\n\nHe felt a little unsteady when he drove into her the next time. Layla thought that clear realization might have changed something in him. Or maybe it was just in her, who invited him to continue in spite of it. A shameful woman. A faithless wife. An unworthy mother. The cedary scent wafting up from Elan plucked each title from her head and consumed it, leaving only one that she could cling to with any certainty, much less pride: [i]his![/i] \n\nLayla hugged Elan tight to her, kept her hooves crossed above him...and nearly screamed on his behalf when she felt his seed come pouring like a river deep inside her. Elan turned his hot breath toward the ceiling, warming the entire room with his climactic exhale, before collapsing on top of her. “W-wow,” he panted, giving a kiss to Layla’s cheek and then another to the top of Corbin’s head, “Corbin...I really...think I love your mom...”\n\n“...Dibs,” the Elk sighed equally breathlessly, still pinned under Finn’s heavy chest as the pair cooled down from their own orgasm. Layla’s insides clenched tight around Elan’s pulsing cock, imagining Corbin’s emptying into her in the exact same way next...\n\nThey moved to the bedroom after that. Elan’s scent grew even more powerful, and his arousal from that first climax on never seemed to subside. It quickly filled the smaller room with a veritable cloud of lust. Layla’s sense of time began to slip as badly as her sense of modesty. She lost track of how many times she climaxed, or who was inside her when she did so. She drifted involuntarily into sleep while watching Corbin slide along Elan’s back, invading his posterior in the “speed-bump” position (his favorite, which Elan regularly indulged), while Finn waited patiently between her and them to endure his turn.\n\nLayla opened one eye to take in her situation some indeterminable amount of time later. It was morning...and late in the morning, judging by the light peeking in around the edge of the curtains. Corbin lay in front of her, breathing the slow, deep breaths of sleep gently against her breast. She could feel Finn spooned against her back, in his usual position for the night. More specifically, she could feel the matted fur between his legs nudging roughly against her equally matted rump. They all needed showers.\n\nElan was already taking his. She could faintly hear the soft hiss of the shower running. His scent still lingered thick in the room, sustained by a night under thick blankets with three other warm bodies beside his. Having barely come awake, Layla was already feeling the effects beginning to set in once again. She didn’t so much as attempt to fight them this time.\n\nClimbing carefully out from between her husband and son, the Doe sauntered into the attached bathroom, and was immediately greeted by a slight chill when she opened the door. Elan was taking a [i]cold[/i] shower this morning, apparently. “Good morning,” she greeted softly, watching his foggy silhouette through the frosted glass of the stall. Layla’s eyes were quickly drawn to the stick of deodorant waiting on the bathroom counter, beside his wadded pajamas. “Elan, dear...I don’t think you need to wear this in our house anymore. Not today, anyway,” she sighed, “We’re yours until you decide it’s time to leave.”\n\nInside the stall, the Dragon chuckled, and slid the door open just enough to stick his head out and give her a smug smile. “Oh, already raring to go again? Hmhm...go tell the guys to get ready for breakfast, then,” he winked, “You’ll all start with a sausage.” Nodding meekly, and running her hands under the curve of her breasts as the first swell of desire began to make them tingle, Layla stepped back out of the bathroom to wake the rest of her family with soft kisses and murmured instructions.\n\nIt was a few more minutes before Elan returned, standing in the door of the bathroom still as naked as his birthday, with his pajamas draped over his shoulder and the unused stick in his hand. Layla was laying on her back, with her head near the foot of the bed, quietly encouraging Corbin and Finn as each of them sucked one of her plump nipples...and not-so-discreetly swirled fingers around each other inside her pussy. When they saw him come into the room, both males rolled onto their backs as well, and all three scooted a little further forward, so that their heads hung upside-down over the edge of the matress. Layla opened her mouth with a soft smile, as if prepared to receive a treat, and the Elk to either side of her did the same.\n\nElan snickered, striding over to stand just in front of Layla’s nose. “Close your eyes, everyone,” he instructed with a smug look, “I’ve got a surprise to go with breakfast.”\n\nThey closed their eyes without question. Layla took a deep inhale of the studded dick waving just out of her reach. To her left, Corbin squeaked, “Ack!” Then Finn snorted on her right. And just as she was starting to wonder what was going on, she felt the cold touch of gel between her nostrils, as Elan ran the deodorant down her nose.\n\nThe effect wasn’t quite instant, but it was shockingly quick. Layla blinked her eyes open, staring at Elan like she couldn’t quite remember who he was at the moment. The Dragon’s smug look turned more sheepish, and he applied a thorough coating of the gel beneath his arms and even between his legs before hastily starting to pull his pajamas back on. “Sorry for the trick, Mrs. Splinterprong. I kind of have something I want to talk to you and Finn about. Something big. So...I can’t do that in good conscience while you might still be under my spell, so to speak.” Getting down on his knees, he kissed her inverted chin gently. “I really [i]would[/i] like some breakfast, please. Scrambled eggs, and actual sausage?”\n\nShe continued to stare at him for another second, mirrored perfectly by her husband and son, before slowly nodding her head. “Pancakes or waffles?” she asked quietly.\n\n“Oo, I would [i]love[/i] a waffle right now!” the Dragon smiled sincerely.\n\nThey all got dressed, though still in nightwear, and Layla went into the kitchen to get started on breakfast. Finn joined her, managing the waffle iron while she prepped the eggs and sausage, and bumping his hip playfully against hers whenever they shuffled toward each other in the back-and-forth of cooking. It had been quite a long time since they’d prepped a meal [i]together[/i].\n\nThe teenagers, meanwhile, sat on the couch and waited to be called to the table. “Hey, Corbin, I’ve got a serious question...and depending on your answer, I might not even need to talk to your parents at all,” Elan started slowly, eyes fixed on the television dominating the wall in front of them, even though it was still turned off. His friend quirked a puzzled brow, and leaned toward him, recognizing how serious Elan was about whatever he was priming to say. The Dragon always seemed to lose his teenage confidence when he started talking about important things. Taking the silent invitation to continue, Elan went on, “I know you’re not gay, and I really don’t think I am either. It’s just my smell making me bearable to you,” he admitted, rocking his head uncertainly, “But still...given everything we’ve already done, and what I think we might keep doing, now that both your parents are in on it...would you like to ‘be official’? Temporarily, maybe? I dunno,” the Dragon ran a hand over his own horns, “I just...think I’d like to try being committed for a little while. See how it goes. You know?”\n\nCorbin blinked at him...then snickered. “Dude, you can’t even commit to [i]saying[/i] it. And what does ‘official’ even [i]mean[/i] when you’re topping my parents too?” the Elk grinned, leaning back against the arm of the couch with a smug smile of his own. But after a moment, Corbin shrugged. “Eh, whatever. I guess I’ll just have to show you.” Wagging his finger between his nostrils, Corbin pointed out the deodorant still clinging to his nose. “None of your scent in my head, right? It’s just me saying this,” he insisted, pointing right at Elan’s nose next, “If you say, ‘I want to be your boyfriend,’ then I will say, ‘Yes.’ But you’ve got to come out and actually say it. All of it. Got it? Aaaand GO!”\n\nElan stared at him every bit as stupidly as Layla when he’d applied the deodorant. After a hesitant moment, the Dragon turned toward his friend, met his eyes, and repeated solemnly, “You really are my best friend. And I want to be your boyfriend. Can we date?”\n\n“...[i]YES![/i]” Corbin cheered, throwing both hands in the air with a triumphant smile, “Ha! [i]Finally[/i] got it out of you!” the young Elk laughed, “Dude, I thought you were [i]never[/i] going to crack...”\n\n“Boys, breakfast is ready,” Layla broke in gently. The smile she was trying to keep subtle said she’d overheard pretty much everything from the kitchen, though she was tactfully keeping her thoughts on the exchange to herself.\n\nThey all seated themselves around the table, digging happily into the breakfast Corbin’s parents had prepared. Corbin was grinning like an idiot and humming to himself basically the entire time, while Elan looked a little embarrassed. After the waffles had disappeared, and most of the sausage and eggs, too, Finn cleared his throat. “Alright. I’m really hoping you’re not about to lay down a shock like you did the last time you sat down at this table and said you needed to talk about something,” the older Elk chuckled, trying not to sound wary, “But let’s hear it.”\n\n“Ehe...little gentler than that was, hopefully,” Elan grinned, though he knew it was going to be a big ask, and after only a week since he’d dropped [i]that[/i] bomb on Finn. “Graduation’s coming up in just about a month. Mom and Dad are pushing me to start looking for work and a place of my own. You know...start taking responsibility for myself and all that. So, I promise I’ll actually use this stuff,” he gestured under his own armpit, where his mother’s deodorant was still ruthlessly murdering his natural pheromones, “Every day. And shower [i]at least[/i] twice a day. And get a job. I won’t be a free-loader, or a constant distraction. I really promise. So if I do all that...may I move in here? At least for as long as Corbin stays?” The Dragon was staring down like he was asking all this of his plate, sparing himself the surprised looks of the two full-blown adults at the table.\n\nLayla’s heart jumped so high in her throat she had to cover her mouth to prevent it escaping her body. She had figured (and not so low-key hoped) he would start visiting more regularly...particularly on weekends. Especially after what he and Corbin had discussed just a few minutes ago. But moving in...being in their house every day...with his sweet, seductive aroma filling up the place...\n\nHer instinctive response was to send him home to pack his bags. He could be moved in by tomorrow, and just finish out the school-year here. The Doe managed to rein that response in before it left her lips, at least, and reached out to rest her hand on her husband’s arm. “Finn...dear...I’m not fit for this conversation anymore,” she confessed quietly, “If you still have the will to fight it...you should. That’s all I’ll say on it. Take it as given that I agree with whatever you decide from here.” With that said, she started collecting the empty plates, and took them to the sink to wash.\n\nFinn looked just a little betrayed, left to make a heavy decision like this alone, but rested his chin on his own knit fingers thoughtfully. “Truth be told, Elan, you boys are at that age now. You [i]should[/i] be getting ready to step out and be independent. What your parents are suggesting is exactly what we expect Corbin to do, too.” He glanced over at his son to be sure he was paying attention, but the younger Elk just rolled his eyes like this wasn’t the first time he’d heard it (it really wasn’t), and already knew what to expect after graduation. “That said, it’s not like we’re going to push him out before he has the means to support himself. Of course that will take a little time. We expect he’ll be here through the summer, at least, and probably a little beyond that.”\n\nThe Elk dared to take a look over his shoulder, checking to see if Layla really didn’t want to add anything to that. She had her hands halfway to the elbows in suds, scrubbing the skillet with her head down, and only her ears swiveled in their direction to prove she was hanging on every word. Finn rocked his head thoughtfully, popping his neck under the weight of the antlers above it. “It really was big of you to let our heads clear before asking that. That’s...reassuring, honestly. A lot. So, if you two are really serious about each other, then yes, you may move in,” he answered at last, though he sounded just a little reluctant about it. “I think there’s a lot more we need to talk about before you bring your toothbrush over, so to speak...but let’s just leave it at that for today. Yes, you may,” the Elk repeated for confidence.\n\nCorbin was trying hard, once again, not to burst out laughing at the expression Elan was making. His face was twisting as he tried [i]so[/i] hard to look like he’d never for one second doubted they’d give in to him...while being obviously relieved, and maybe tempted to shout for joy. It looked downright painful, to be honest. His friend came to his rescue by pulling on his arm. “Hey, if you’re going to move into [i]my[/i] room, we’ve got to figure out where your stuff will even fit!” the Elk grinned, dragging Elan out of his chair and toward the stairs, “Come on!”\n\nFinn chuckled as he watched them go, then got up from the table and caught his wife from behind in a loose hug. Layla paused her dish-washing just long enough to accept and return the kiss on her cheek. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Finn asked her quietly, “You said you’d agree with whatever I decide, but that doesn’t mean you liked it.”\n\n“I think it’s a terrible idea,” she admitted, “I imagine they’re going to start keeping us up at night, in one way or another, and you can probably guess what Elan’s going to do to me while you’re not here, whether he means to or not.” Nuzzling his cheek with hers as she resumed scrubbing dishes, Layla also admitted, “But he’s always been good about abiding by his own rules. If he’ll keep doing that, and you won’t be angry at the rest...then he can hardly move in soon enough.”\n\nHer husband nodded, moving out from behind her to grab a towel and start drying the dishes she was already setting aside. “We’ll have to add a few stipulations,” he suggested, “At the very least, they both need to be looking for work.”\n\nLayla nodded her agreement. “And helping with the housework when they’re not doing that. It’s both easy and dangerous to turn lazy at this juncture,” she noted.\n\n“Hey! I didn’t argue one word about taking over the laundry, now did I?” Finn argued like that warning had been for him...no doubt remembering the same talk that she was, from fairly early in their marriage, when he’d begun doing nothing except watching television after work each day. Layla just smiled at him softly, and nodded. Finn rocked his head a little before adding, “We can probably make them a concession, though, and let Elan forgo his showers on weekends.”\n\nShe nearly dropped the plate she was washing. Layla tipped her head back with a sigh, eyes closed and thighs squeezed together against the sudden heat between them. “Gods forgotten, I love you, Finn,” she stated like she was reciting a solemn prayer, “You still know how to turn me on every bit as hot as Elan does when you tease me, if that means anything at all from this ruined wife.”\n\nFinn chuckled, and kissed her as he took the plate from her.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Friday Night

Layla hummed to herself as she put away the dishes from her lunch and resumed cleaning the house.  It was still early in the afternoon, but it felt like there was a lot still to do to get ready for the weekend.  Or maybe she was just excited, and wanted everything to be perfect.  Either way, she’d already swept and mopped every room with a smooth floor, and vacuumed half the carpeted ones.  Corbin’s room and the master bedroom were all that was left, then—

She was interrupted by the doorbell ringing.  The Doe turned a curious look toward it, knowing it was far too early for the kids or her husband either one to be home, and she wasn’t expecting any deliveries.  A quick peek through the peephole showed a scarlet-scaled lady-Dragon in a long lab-coat, distractedly making some sort of note on the little clipboard tucked against her elbow.

“Mrs. Silenttooth, please come in,” Layla smiled as she opened the door, trying very hard not to become nervous as she gesturing her neighbor from down the street inside, “What brings you over?”  This was Elan’s mother.  They’d talked plenty over the years, but it was rare for the Dragon to come to their house, or vice verse.

“A few things,” Elan’s mother answered, scratching a final note on her clipboard before looking the Elk in the eye.  When she did, she tilted her head as if surprised at something about them.  “Pardon me a second,” she requested quietly as she leaned in close.

Layla blinked, but held still, trying not to shy away as Mrs. Silenttooth came practically nose-to-nose with her in an effort to see...whatever had caught her attention.  For one moment, she thought the other female might be going for a kiss...but quickly realized that was an expectation unfairly created by her son, and Layla was a little embarrassed it had even crossed her mind.  Her nose twitched curiously, noting that Mrs. Silenttooth actually smelled absolutely nothing like Elan (thank goodness!), though her breath was just as hot as—

The Doe squealed briefly and covered her nose as the Dragon blew a short, very hot puff directly into it, burning out all the hair in her nostrils...or so it felt to the Doe.  “Sorry,” Mrs. Silenttooth immediately apologized while Layla briskly rubbed the burn out, “Thought I saw something there.”  Standing up and stepping back to a much more polite distance, the Dragon added another short note to her clipboard before tucking it into the large pocket of her lab-coat.  “Anyway, I came over to thank you for letting Elan spend the night over here.  He hasn’t gotten to have a sleep-over with anyone since grade-school, and Corbin’s a good kid.  I’m glad they’ve managed to stay friends for so long.”  Still giving the Doe a hard, searching look in the eye, she added, “Are you absolutely sure he’s not causing trouble?”

She knew.  Layla was almost certain she knew.  The question was less whether Elan was causing trouble and more whether Layla was coping with it.  The Doe had to take a deep breath (painfully through her blistered nose), and try hard not to let the panic show on her face as she shook her head.  “No...no, he’s no trouble at all.  He and Corbin get along well, and he respects the rules Finn and I lay down in our house.”  Aside from the glaring omission that that the young Dragon had made a few rules of his own, it was true.  Elan had always been polite and obedient while in their house...whenever Layla had the discipline to make any kind of demand of him.

Mrs. Silenttooth continued to stare at her for another moment, as if searching for the details of that omission in her eyes...and finally shrugged.  From the other wide pocket of her lab-coat, she pulled two large sticks of personal deodorant.  “Alright.  I also wanted to give you these to keep, just in case.  Elan’s bad about forgetting his in the morning, or forgetting to reapply it in the afternoon.”  Laying the sticks down on the table by the door, she added, “I don’t mean to tell you what needs doing in your own house, but please be sure he takes a shower as soon as he gets in, and another in the morning.  The boy has a B.O. problem he refuses to admit to, sometimes.  And don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything, or if he becomes a nuisance.”

Layla shook her head again, more sincerely this time.  “Thank you, Mrs. Silenttooth, but Elan’s a good boy.  He’s always welcome here.  I’m sure he and Corbin will have a lot of fun tonight, and keep us all up far too late to be healthy,” she chuckled, flashing what she hoped was an understanding smile.

Seeming reassured, the Dragon waved a quiet goodbye, and left.  Layla leaned her back against the door after it closed, blowing out as much of the anxiety as she could manage.  Telling herself she had not technically lied to a fellow mother was not doing a lick of good in relieving her guilt.  Collecting the deodorant from the entry table, she gave one of the sticks a curious sniff...and still couldn’t smell anything except the Dragon’s cinder-hot breath in her nose...

“Mom!  We’re home!” Corbin called out a few hours later, sounding even more chipper than usual.  The young Elk immediately dropped his backpack right behind the door, and stepped further in to make room for his friend.

Elan closed the front door behind them just as Layla answered from the kitchen, “Welcome home.  Can you both come in here for a minute?  We need to have a talk.”

Both teenagers blinked at each other.  That was about the opposite of the greeting they’d expected, and different even from her normal welcome.  It was the kind of phrasing, said in a matching tone, that all children dreaded...even the ones who thought they were too old for it to be used on them anymore.

They tried to act casual as they came into the kitchen, but in that way teenagers have of broadcasting that they’re nervous right through the act.  Layla was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping a steaming cup of tea, under a very pensive look.  “Uh, everything okay, Mom?” Corbin asked as he settled into the nearest seat and Elan stepped around to the next, across the table from his friend’s mother.

Layla couldn’t decide whether to nod or shake her head, so instead sighed into her cup before looking up at the young Dragon.  “...Your mother’s onto us.  Or at least suspicious, I think.  She came by today to ask if you were making trouble, and to give me this.”  Layla pulled one of the deodorant sticks from her pocket.

Elan’s eyes flashed wide despite his efforts to hide it.  Glancing back up at her face, he noted the gleam of clear gel on the front of her broad nose, between her nostrils.  And before he could even ask the question, Layla reached out to swipe the end of the stick up the front of Corbin’s nose, too.

“Ack!  Mom!” the younger Elk protested, quickly rubbing the clingy gel smooth, “That’s been in his pits, you know!”

“Your nose has been in much dirtier places,” Layla noted, setting the stick to one side and returning her gaze squarely to Elan.

The Dragon took a deep breath, looking close to frightened now that his chief means of controlling the situation — any situation, really — had been effectively erased.  “So...I guess the sleepover’s off, huh?” he cringed, “And...what else did you tell her?”

Layla sighed into her cup again, nearly planting her nose in the steamy liquid as her head drooped.  “Forgotten gods, it should be!  It never even —”  She waved off her own complaint, realizing it wasn’t going to help or change the situation one whit.  They were already well past doing anything like what should have been done.  “I told her you’re a good kid, and good for Corbin, and always welcome in our house.  I meant it,” the Doe reassured both her son and his friend, sincerely, “She insisted that you needed to take a shower when you arrived, and put on some of this.”  Layla pointed to the shine on her nose, rather than the stick.

Elan looked like he was trying to shrink in his chair.  His mother’s formula was near to perfect by now, at least in the short-term.  She was working on making it last longer, so he wouldn’t have to apply it as often.  But for at least three or four hours, it would completely overwhelm his natural scent.  The Doe had been right to use it as a shield.  Once she’d got the scent of Dragon-breath out of her nose, Layla had discovered it smelled a lot like the cedary scent she was used to picking up from Elan...and wondered just how powerful the boy’s scent might really be, without this to mitigate it.  She was looking at him today more calmly and rationally than she’d been able to in a long time — looking at him like a mother ought to look at her son’s friends — and that clearly scared him.

Layla shook her head with a pitying look.  “I’m not going to make you, Elan.  I’m not even going to ask you.  I have a different question I want an honest answer to,” she continued, looking to her son next, “And I want you clear-headed enough to confirm it or correct it, as needed.  This may be the first time in the last two years I can actually talk to you both sensibly,” she sighed, “What are you two to each other?  Just friends?  Friends-with-benefits?  And more importantly...how much of that hinges on your scent?”

Elan’s dark-blue scales turned to a paler shade, but it was Corbin who answered, sounding more than a little insulted.  “Mom!  You’re being horrible!  We are friends!  Yeah, we’re friends because of his scent, but not like you’re thinking,” the younger Elk frowned, hunched up angrily in his chair.  He looked to Elan, to reassure him while he continued, “Hey, I’ve said it before, right?  I’m not gay, and I am your friend, whether your scent’s on or not.  Don’t—”

Elan motioned for him to calm down with a grateful nod.  If nothing else, he trusted Corbin to be honest...and that went a long way to bolster the Dragon’s confidence again.  “I know it.  But your mom’s not wrong to wonder, either.  So...first...I should apologize for how I’ve used it, shouldn’t I?” he winced, bowing his head to the Doe across the table, “I’m sorry.  I know I was out of line.  Thanks for not ratting me out to Mom.  I understand if I’m not welcome here any—”

“I already told you that you are,” Layla cut him off gently, but firmly, “Please explain the rest.  Then I’ll decide how things are going to go forward from there.”

It was the firmest she’d been with him since before the first time his scent overwhelmed her.  Elan grit his teeth, nodded, and continued, “Okay...so...to start, you already know we’re a bit more than ‘just friends’...and also that I kind of forced the ‘with benefits’ part on —”

Corbin broke in, “That wasn’t your fault!  You weren’t even—”

“Corbin,” Layla interrupted with a stern look but a gentle tone, “Just let him tell it.  I know you’re worried, and I know you’re scared,” she added to Elan, “But I’m as guilty as either of you at this point.  I’m not looking for someone to blame.  Trust me a little and just tell me what happened, please.”

The young Dragon nodded, took a deep breath, and tried to sit fully upright again, though his chin still hung almost in front of his chest at the end of his long neck.  “It started toward the end of middle-school,” he began, “I...you know...puberty and all.  That’s when my scent first kicked in.  I got real popular that year.  I thought it was weird, but everyone I asked gave me a reason why they suddenly liked me more than they had the previous year, so I just thought I’d been nice enough, and smart enough, that people had started to notice...you know?”  He winced as he said it, like he knew now that he should have trusted that first suspicion, and not let himself become so confident in his school-mate’s attitudes.  “I was especially popular with the girls for a while.  Needless to say, that pissed off a lot of the boys, but they never really did anything worse than call me greedy and a cheater.”

Layla didn’t find any of that difficult to believe.  From what she knew, he was a nice kid, and got solid grades (if not quite all A’s).  Putting the power of his scent on top of natural potential could only solidify his social standing.  But she also knew it hadn’t turned out that way.  Corbin was the only friend he’d ever talked about, and while she might put that down to him being tactful while in their house, Corbin had also remarked more than once that Elan was essentially avoided at school.  The Doe already had a guess as to what might have happened, but waited patiently for Elan to get to that part himself.

“So...that lasted for, like, a whole season,” the Dragon continued, “Mom caught on over the summer break.  My scent got a lot stronger in just a few weeks, and she noticed, so we had a long talk, and she explained what was really happening, and...well, what I should and shouldn’t be doing.”

He was about to continue when something seemed to occur to Corbin.  “Hey,” he interrupted thoughtlessly, “If your mom smelled you, why didn’t she end up in your bed?”

“...Corbin!” Layla groaned, bowing her head to hide her face against the table.

Much to her relief, Elan seemed almost as shocked by the idea as she was.  “Uh, because I don’t want to die when her head clears?!  Your mom —”

“Elan,” the Doe groaned, face still pressed against the table and her momentary relief utterly destroyed, “I don’t need you to remind me what a horrible mother I am.  Please.  I haven’t heard a word about how you and Corbin...got involved.  When did that start?”

He took a moment, apparently trying to decide exactly how much detail he should skip, and bought some time by answering his friend’s question sincerely.  “So, this actually runs in Mom’s side of the family, apparently.  She was expecting it, and already had the first batch of deodorant started.  She used it the minute she caught a whiff and ‘thought I smelled nice’.”

“Elan,” Layla repeated, finally lifting her head back up to give him as stern a look as she could manage.

The Dragon nodded, and resumed his story.  “Right...so...high-school started about like middle-school ended.  I was super popular from day one,” he admitted, “Because I did not use my deodorant like mom told me to.  I...thought it was my ticket to an easy school-life.”  He cringed as he said it.  He was looking at the table now, instead of Mrs. Splinterprong, and she could tell he was wrestling with something he really didn’t want to say, but was making an earnest effort to be honest at this very important moment.  No doubt, in the back of his mind, Elan worried that his friendship with Corbin was on the line, and that he would not be allowed to see the young Elk again if Layla thought he was being dishonest about any part of his story by the end.  “I...became kind of a creep.  Girls would let me go pretty far with them...a few guys seemed open to it, too...and I...let it go to my head.”

Corbin snickered.  But for once he kept his mouth shut on whatever example had come to mind, as his friend shot him a pleading look.  It didn’t matter, really.  Layla understood what he wasn’t saying, and could hardly be surprised.  Elan continued, “Anyway...at least one of them started to notice that I was most attractive on hot days, and didn’t look so good in pictures as I did in person, and that she found me a lot less interesting as a person when I wasn’t in the room.  But it was gym class that really did me in.  Some of the guys were teasing me one day about refusing to shower, and how nice it must be for my sweat to smell that good,” the Dragon grimaced, his eyes falling again, “Coach overheard, and he was too far away, and the stink of sneakers and mildew probably would have weakened it anyway.  He made me go take an actual shower.  Everyone noticed the difference afterward.  Especially the girls in fifth period.”

Layla blew a sympathetic sigh.  “And they started avoiding you, didn’t they?” she stated more than asked.

Elan nodded.  “And spreading rumors, too.  Rumors that I’d done things I hadn’t, actually, though I might have been able to if I’d pushed my luck more.  By the end of the week, nobody wanted to sit within three desks of me.  Nobody would speak to me, and that included some of the teachers.  Nobody except Corbin,” he inclined his head toward his friend.

Corbin smiled like he’d been handed a medal.  “It’s stupid to act like it’s your fault you smell really good,” the young Elk declared, restating his exact words from the first day he moved his desk into the same corner Elan had been practically exiled to, “Handsome guys comb their hair so they can look even more handsome, and nobody gets angry about that.  You’re just lucky, and they’re just jealous.”

Not even Elan thought that was a fair comparison, but he appreciated the support.  Corbin had always been great like that.  The Dragon was finally able to lift his head, then, and look Layla directly in the eyes.  “Corbin’s the one who sat with me, and didn’t turn on me.  Corbin’s the one who stood up for me, when some others started trying to bully me.  Corbin’s the one who treated me like nothing had changed, after the truth came out.  Corbin really is my friend, Mrs. Splinterprong.  And I swear to each and every one of the forgotten gods that I did not mean to become the ‘with benefits’ kind,” he finished with a grimace, like the phrase was starting to leave a bad taste in his mouth, “That was completely an accident.”

The younger Elk snickered again, but nodded, and explained on his behalf, “He forgot his deodorant that day.  I mean really forgot it, not just didn’t want to put it on.  So it got pretty bad in my room while we were playing games, and...you know how it goes from there,“ he shrugged like the rest didn’t matter.

Layla sighed into the few drops left in her teacup.  “Yes, I do indeed know how it goes from there,” she admitted, “Did it occur to you even once that you should not have invited him over again after that, Corbin?”

“What?!” the younger Elk balked, “No!  That’d be even worse than — and I started it!  He was going to go put it on, but I wanted to know if kissing —”

Layla raised a hand to stop him, nodding her head calmly.  “I don’t need all the intimate details.  I just needed to know the truth.  Thank you.  Both of you,” she said sincerely, giving a little nod to Elan.  Then, setting her cup aside and sliding back from the table, she added, “Come on.  We should wash our noses.”

Both teens blinked at her, then looked at each other, then at Layla again as she started for the hallway.  “I’m...still spending the night?” Elan dared to ask, just to be sure he wasn’t misinterpreting.

The Doe stopped and rubbed her face, feeling it go hot from her brow to her neck.  “I really am a terrible mother,” she confessed, “Now that Finn finally knows, and has not divorced me...I just can’t stop thinking about it.  I think of you and Corbin going on a date, and myself sucking you both off under the table.  I think of Finn laying me down so sweetly, like he always does, and of you riding him while he’s inside me.  I am so debased, so debauched, that the thought of my own son plowing me feels like a relief.  And all that comes to me when you are not here, and your scent is well clear of the house.”  Turning back toward him with her face burning with blush and her hands folded over her stomach to hold down the butterflies, she bowed toward him submissively.  “Please continue to be kind to me, and take good care of my son, Elan.”  With that, she went straight to the bathroom to scrub the gel from her nose and press a cold cloth to her head before the smoke started pouring out of her ears.

Elan blinked at her retreating back.  “Fuck, Corbin...I think I love your mom...”

“...Dibs,” Corbin answered...

Finn came home to the smell of meatloaf fresh from the oven, taking a deep and appreciative whiff as he called his usual greeting: “I’m home!”

Instead of welcoming him home like she usually did, Layla came striding out of the kitchen, her hooves clicking sharply on the hard floor, and seized him in a firm and fervent kiss.  Finn’s eyes went wide for a second, before he closed them to savor the heartfelt welcome, and the taste of his wife’s tongue sliding across his own.  “Mmm,” he hummed when she broke for air, “What brought this on?  Not complaining, just wondering how I get you to do it again,” he chuckled, adding a kiss to her cheek.

“Just keep coming home,” she begged, nuzzling his strong neck and clinging to the front of his shirt, “I’ve never been more happy than every day you’ve walked back through that door this whole week.”

Her husband rested his broad chin on top of her head gently, and hugged her close.  “Still feeling guilty about that, huh?”  They had talked about it, naturally, and at length, last weekend.  Finn still couldn’t say he was happy about it, in all honesty, but Elan had been right about one thing: having succumbed to the boys scent once, himself, the Elk held nothing against his wife for failing to resist it.  “You can stop.  I told you I forgave you.”

Layla took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, then nodded and kissed his chest.  “Thank you.”  With that, she finally pulled away to finish moving their dinner from the oven to the table, and Finn followed right on her hooves.

“Where are the boys, anyway?” the larger Elk asked, having noticed he’d not seen or heard either of them since getting home.

The blush rose in Layla’s cheeks, and a subtle tremble ran down her spine.  “Corbin wanted to clean up a bit, after school,” she explained quietly, “So he and Elan are...taking a shower.  Together.”  She had to struggle to keep the possible scenes out of her head, concentrating on pouring the vegetables out of the pots and into the serving bowls.

Finn snorted with a smirk.  “Getting a head start on us, are they?” he guessed.  The smirk turned into a mild grimace.  “You know...it’s not too late for you and me to bow out of tonight politely, if you’re having second thoughts,” he suggested, subtly confessing to having second thoughts of his own.  He might not be against the teenagers developing their own relationship...but if he and Layla went through with the night’s plans, something irreversible was going to change by morning.

His wife understood that all too well.  She’d already crossed that line years ago.  “We absolutely should,” she sighed, carefully setting the bowls onto the table.  All they were missing to start dinner now was a couple of boys.  “I think Corbin would be heartbroken to have it called off at this point, though.  I’ll have to tell you the story later, but I learned something about them both today, and I am so proud of him.  I don’t want to disappoint him now.”  Turning back to her husband again, she put both arms around Finn’s strong neck, pulling him into another kiss.  “Besides, I don’t have what it takes to resist that scent anymore, whether I want to or not.  I will abide by whatever decision you make, Finn...but I’m afraid you’ll have to drag me out of the room.”

A younger voice answered from the door to the kitchen.  “Uh, I’m pretty sure you’ve got two whole sticks of what it takes to resist my scent now,” Elan chuckled, leaning against Corbin’s side while the pair of teens watched his parents embrace, “If you’re not putting it on, you can’t blame me for what comes next.”  His dark-blue scales gleamed with the lingering moisture from the shower on his bare chest.  He’d pulled his pants back on (for now), but neglected to replace the shirt.  Their son was clinging to the Dragon’s arm like a love-struck girlfriend, already changed into a loose set of pajama pants and a tee-shirt top with a wide neck, easy to get even his antlers into and out of.  His broad nose was flaring as he took deep breaths from just above Elan’s shoulder, near one arm-pit.  Although the hot water had rinsed away the worst of his scent for the time being, the extra heat had left the Dragon with a sweat that would turn twice as powerful by the time dinner was done.

Swallowing whatever nerve she had left, Layla pulled gently away from her husband and gestured for all of them to sit down at the table for dinner.  It was delicious, but a quiet affair, full of rosy cheeks and furtive glances, and the soft sighs of slowly melting inhibitions.  Elan pushed his empty plate back from the edge of the table, then leaned back in his chair and nonchalantly folded his hands behind his head with a smug smile.  “So, this is a first for me.  What do you guys usually do after dinner, when I’m not here?”  With his scent returned to full effect, and the added reassurance that Layla had not thrown him out when she had the best opportunity, his confidence was back in force and then some.  Elan was trying hard to remind himself not to let it run away with him again, like he had at school...but teens are teens, after all.

Layla rubbed one hand against her cheek, trying not to let the dreamy smile settle on her face quite yet.  “On Friday nights we usually watch a movie together, as a family, or play a game in the living-room.  Corbin gets to stay up later than usual tonight, and tomorrow too.”

Her son snickered, making no effort to hide his smile.  “Pretty sure it’ll be extra late tonight...”

Elan grinned, but shrugged.  “Maaaybe, if your parents agree,” he winked, “But that sounds great to me!  What are we watching tonight?”

Layla felt her throat constrict and her heart clench up.  The cinnamon-cedar scent in the room was already making her warm between the legs, and she’d fully expected the whole family would move straight from the kitchen table to the master bed as soon as dinner was done.  She almost insisted on it, catching herself just in time, as she realized Elan was teasing her.  If she gave in, and tried to push her own pacing...he would torture her beautifully, no doubt.  Probably by making her sit in the corner and watch as he pleasured himself with her husband and son first...

Finn broke her wide-eyed, near fearful look by clearing his throat and tugging uncomfortably at the tie still around his neck.  “Before that, I’d really like to change clothes,” he suggested, pushing his chair back from the table.

With a grin, Elan reached out and gently wound the trailing tail of the tie around his fingers, then used it to pull Finn’s face closer.  “...Fine,” the Dragon smirked, “But I like this professional look.  You’re going to have to let me use this sometime,” he insisted, gently tugging the tie like a leash.  Turning his slitted eyes to Layla, he added, “You should get into something comfy, too.  I’ve never seen you in pajamas, come to think of it.”

Layla gnashed her teeth as she scooted her chair back.  “You’ll have to give me a few minutes first.  I need to wash the pots and dishes,” she explained, collecting Finn and Corbin’s plates on top of her own, while silently considering what she had in her part of the closet.

Elan caught her wrist gently when she reached for his plate next.  “I’ll take care of that,” the Dragon promised with a sincere smile, “You’re letting me stay over, and be...kind of a bad guest, honestly,” he admitted with a sheepish smile, “It’s the least I can do.  Go get changed.”

The Doe’s heart skipped a beat as she stared at him.  He really liked to play with her head.  That was the only possible explanation for why he would switch back and forth between the sly seducer leading her heart on a string and the respectful house-guest showing his gratitude in humble ways.  She found each of them romantic, in their own way.

With a grateful nod, Layla leaned forward, drew back with a hesitant look at Finn, then leaned in again to give Elan a swift kiss on the lips.  Then she took her husband’s hand, and walked with him up to their bedroom to change, while the Dragon rolled up his (metaphorical) sleeves to scrub the pots now cooled on the stove-top and made Corbin go select a movie.

The click of hooves on the hardwood floors announced Finn and Layla’s return a couple of minutes later.  Elan was still up to his elbows in suds, but turned his long neck to get a peek at their pajamas over his shoulder.  Finn had changed into some simple flannel pants, and probably nothing underneath, judging by the sheer amount of “happy trail” rising up from the waistline.  He was already moving toward the couch, to see what Corbin had selected, but Layla paused in the door to the kitchen to let Elan take a good look at her outfit: a satin babydoll with split sides, tied together just above her hips and just beneath her shoulders.  If the knots came undone, it would fall into two completely separate pieces.  The opaque material hung just low enough that he couldn’t tell if she still had panties on beneath it, but the way her breasts hung in the lace-lined cups suggested she was not wearing a bra.

She was also holding a largish box in one hand, to which Elan quirked a brow.  “What’s that?”

Layla held the box up in front of her belly, where he could clearly see the labeling: a fifty-pack of condoms.  “Finn has the jar of anal jelly.  You’ll find both of these under the head of Corbin’s bed, too, if you two need them later,” she blushed, “You don’t have to wear them under anyone’s tail...but for cleanliness and safety, you need to wear them in me tonight...”

Elan blinked...then grinned.  “Or, even better, I could wear them only under tails, and definitely not in your pussy.”

Her breathing quickened.  She would not be at all surprised if he could hear her heart beating against her ribs.  Drying his hands as he set the last dish on the “clean” side of the counter, Elan plucked the box from her hands and kissed her stunned face on the nose.  “Go get snuggly with your hubby, Layla,” he cooed with a smug smile, “You’ll just have to see what I decide to do with these.”  A shiver ran down her spine.  Layla nodded quietly, granting him a soft kiss on the cheek when he turned the side of his face toward her, and went to sit between her son and husband on the couch.

As the movie started, Layla snuggled up against her husband, clinging to his arm as much to keep her hands occupied as to be close.  At the opposite end of the couch, Elan kicked back and stretched his legs out behind Corbin, across Layla’s thighs, to rest his clawed feet in Finn’s lap.  While Finn gave a curious look at the casual intrusion, Layla immediately understood what Elan was really doing.  Their son was effectively a done-deal.  Corbin would bend over the moment Elan flashed a smile at him.  The Elk’s parents, though...could use the extra coaxing.  Resting a hand warmly on one of the scaly shins in her lap, the Doe caressed it gently...and discreetly breathed in the delicious, cedar-cinnamon scent wafting up from between his toes.

Corbin turned sideways, to give Elan’s legs a little more room and lean comfortably back against the Dragon’s chest.  Elan flashed a sly smile over his friend’s shoulder.  His toes flexed invitingly, and Layla took the hint.  A deep breath through her nose declared her compliance, and wordlessly prompted Finn to do the same.  That one breath increased the pace of their hearts and the heat in their cheeks...and pitched a sizable tent in the front of Finn’s pajama pants.  They weren’t going to make it very far through this movie...

The opening credits were barely off the screen, and the main characters onto it, before Layla became distracted by the soft, wet sound of a kiss.  She didn’t even have to look at them to know Elan was making out with her son, softly pressing their lips together between carefully drawn breaths, and the Dragon’s forked tongue was snaking its way toward the back of the young Elk’s throat.  She didn’t have to look...but she did, squirming subtly underneath Elan’s calves as she watched for a moment with needy envy.

Elan peeked an eye open to check on her...and lifted one foot, pressing it against her cheek to turn her head back toward the screen.  The Doe whimpered quietly at the strength of his scent so close to her nose, and he left a bit lingering on her cheek.  Then Elan tucked his foot under her chin, reaching past her to repeat the entire process on Finn, who was also staring at them with increasingly glossy eyes.  Layla turned toward him instead, away from the teenagers, and pressed her lips to her husband’s cheek, then the side of his broad muzzle.

Corbin seemed oblivious to all of this, continuing to kiss Elan’s face and tongue, and moved his hands to interlace his fingers with Elan’s, resting on the Elk’s belly.  The Dragon slowly slid that hand lower, carrying Corbin’s on the back of it, to sneak underneath the waist of Corbin’s pajamas and teasingly caress the growing rod underneath with their combined fingertips.  The younger Elk sighed and strained not to squirm, perhaps under the mistaken impression that his parents hadn’t noticed them fooling around yet.  “Fuck, Elan,” he whispered very softly over his shoulder with eyes still closed, “Can’t we just skip the movie?  I’m already this hard again...”

Both of Layla’s ears swiveled toward them, and she barely managed to bite back her agreement in time.  She wasn’t entirely sure what Elan would do if she tried to push things along.  He enjoyed teasing her by flaunting his dominance over her at times like this... but he might be more indulgent of Corbin, to her vicarious relief.

Elan chuckled, giving his friend a light squeeze inside his pants, and seemed to seriously consider it for a moment.  “Kind of hard to have a regular ‘family night’ with me here, huh?” he asked with...just a hint of disappointment, though not the least bit of surprise, “...Alright.  But we need to apologize to your parents for breaking the routine.  So no complaints, understand?”

“Yeahyeahyeah,” his friend sighed with rapid nods and a dreamy, far-off look.  His breathing had turned quick, the rest of his body was slowly tensing up like a stretched spring...until Elan pulled his hand quickly out of the Elk’s pants.

Corbin groaned in obvious disappointment, and Elan chuckled, patting his hip to coax him into getting up.  As soon as he did, Elan took him by the shoulders and stationed him in front of his mother...then pushed him firmly down onto his knees, right between Layla’s.  “Be sure to give her a really good ‘apology’,” he instructed with a smirk, and a wink to the surprised Doe.

Corbin just nodded again, still with a dreamy smile, as he slid his hands up his mother’s legs to gather the hem of her babydoll high enough to prove she hadn’t been wearing panties underneath, after all.  “Forgotten gods, Mom, I’m so sorry,” her son whispered as he leaned in to press his nose between her thighs.

“Oh...baby, it’s okay,” the Doe whimpered as his tongue touched her labia, and rested a hand between his small antlers.

Finn looked every bit as moon-eyed as Corbin when Elan got down on his knees between the larger Elk’s hooves.  “Ehe...you know, you really don’t need to apologize,” Finn insisted quietly, “I kind of expected things to move straight to the bedroom anyway.”

“Well, that’s not all I’m apologizing for,” the Dragon chuckled, reaching up to pull the elastic waist of Finn’s pants open, freeing his rock-hard rod and the sizable sac beneath it, “We’re not in the bedroom yet, but I’m already taking charge.  That’s supposed to be against the rules.”  Elan started his apology by kissing the underside of Finn’s shaft just above the balls, but then flashed a sly smile up at the Elk.  “And I plan to be a little mean tonight.  You’re bottom rung of this pecking order, after all.  Even lower than Layla.  So I’m going to make you act like it.  Alright...Finn?” he grinned, running his tongue up the length of the larger male’s cock.

Finn gasped, nodding quickly, and squeezed Layla’s hand as they both leaned back with knees spread to receive the younger pair’s ‘apologies’.   Corbin was especially noisy about it, humming and moaning like he was enjoying the sweetest, juiciest fruit he’d ever wrapped lips around.  Layla’s blush reached all the way from her ears to her neck.  Elan almost managed to swallow the whole of Finn’s considerable length, slurping it carefully into his long, draconic mouth and partway into his even longer draconic throat.

He was still holding Finn there when the Elk burst, pouring his climax straight into Elan’s throat and down into his tummy.  The Dragon’s nostrils flared as he worked to breathe around the force of the spurts...and he might have dribbled a little out of the corner of his mouth when he finally, carefully, pulled back from Finn’s dick.  “Heh...congratulations on being first,” the Dragon chuckled as he wiped his chin, “I hope it was nice.  You’re going to have to wait a bit before you’re next one,” he grinned.

Reaching out to the side, Elan cupped a hand under Corbin’s rump for an appreciative rub, then gave it a gentle swat.  “Hurry up and finish your mom, so we can really get started.”  It was hard to say if it was mother or son who was more motivated by that promise.  Layla squealed, clinging to the hem of her nightwear, when Corbin pressed even deeper between her thighs, and her orgasm wet his nose all the way to the nostrils.  Elan gave him a congratulatory kiss on the cheek when he finally pulled back to breathe.  “Good work.  Now you just stay down here for a minute,” the Dragon instructed, getting to his feet only after Corbin acknowledged his instructions with a breathless nod.

Elan shimmied quickly out of his pajama pants, then turned around and seated himself in Finn’s lap, straddling the Elk’s meaty thighs with his own and leaning just enough to one side to throw his arm around the larger male’s neck.  A fresh waves of enthralling scent wafted almost directly into Finn’s nose.  “Alright, since we’re already breaking the regular routine tonight, I’m going to do something else a little different, too,” the Dragon announced, “I’m declaring this part of the ‘bedroom’ for the night.  And who rules the bedroom?” he prompted with a sly grin.

Layla answered softly, but immediately, “You.”

“Y-you,” Finn agreed, having to force the words out through the lust quickly clouding his mind.  Elan wondered if he and Layla had been abstaining all week in anticipation of tonight, given how horny the Elk already was...

“Good,” Elan grinned, giving Finn a teasing lick on the cheek.  Then he spoke softly into the Elk’s ear, “I went a little easy on you last time, since you just joined us.  I’ll be showing you your place tonight.”  His eyes slid down to Corbin, still kneeling between his mother’s knees and looking up at the Dragon fondly.  “Corbin, turn around and show your dad that a beautiful boy-hole you’ve got.”

The younger Elk’s expression immediately scrunched up in a mix of a grin and a grimace.  “Ack, don’t call it that!” he protested, but turned right around on his knees and pushed his pajama pants down around them.  Then Corbin bent forward, resting his elbows on the carpet, and lifted his tail high, giving his friend and both of his parents a shameless view of his squeaky-clean anus, pink and bare-skinned where his fur failed to reach all the way onto the rim.

Layla blushed, but thoughtlessly let her tongue run around her lips at several memories of what she’d been made to do with that inviting slit.  Elan seemed to have noticed, giving her a sly look across Finn’s muzzle.  “I’m glad you’re ready,” he cooed, nodding toward her son in the floor, “Give Finn a little demonstration of how Corbin likes it.  He’ll be taking his turn in a minute.”

The Doe covered her face with her hands, stifling a moan...and slid obediently onto her knees behind her son’s upturned rump.  Corbin just flashed her a grin, holding his tail steady as she gently kissed one cheek before pressing them a bit further open with her thumbs.  Layla closed her eyes and  stuck out her tongue, drawing a line from the back of Corbin’s sack all the way up through the cleft to flick against the base of his tail.  Then she pressed her lips softly against his clenched rim...and Corbin sighed as he felt her warm tongue tenderly invade him.

Finn drew a shuddered breath...made no easier by Elan sliding a hand between both of their thighs, teasing the Elk’s sac and taint with little circles of his fingertips.  “Hehe...not much of a show once she really gets down to it,” the Dragon noted, nudging Layla’s leg with his foot, “urn around, you know, so we can watch your faces.”

Layla did groan then, face still pressed into her son’s cleft, and Corbin snickered as he crawled forward a bit more before turning around and laying his cheek on the carpet right in front of Elan’s toes.  The Dragon rewarded him by resting that foot lightly on top of his muzzle, stimulating him with the intoxicating scent on each inhale.  Layla crawled around to resume rimming the younger Elk in front of his friend and her husband’s eyes.

Elan gently massaged Finn’s balls beneath his own, smiling like a cat outside a canary’s cage.  “Forgotten gods, they’re both adorable, aren’t they?” he asked the male under his arm quietly, “It’s not fair you had them both to yourself, until last week.”

“N-not exactly,” the Elk sighed with his mouth hanging open, “You were...with them...more...”

Elan cupped a hand under his chin to silence him.  “Heh...yeah, sorry about that.  But we’re all together now, so I’m not going to let that happen again,” he promised with a reassuring smile, and kissed the larger Elk’s cheek.  Turning his attention to the pair in the floor again, he declared, “That’s enough, Layla.  Why don’t you get comfortable right here,” he tapped the carpet to Corbin’s left with his foot, “I think your hubby’s just about ready.”

Layla withdrew quickly, dragging a soft gasp out of Corbin, and practically threw her face on the floor at Elan’s feet, nostrils flaring as she drew deep breaths of his scent.  She was interrupted momentarily by Corbin pulling his nose out from under Elan’s other foot to give her a deep and grateful kiss on the lips, running his tongue along hers despite what it had just been doing to him.

Elan smiled, resting his toes lightly on both of their noses after the kiss.  “They really are sweet.  Both of them.  And you still love them both, right?”

“Absolutely,” Finn answered easily, speaking from his heart more than the scent in his nose...though it would be tough to prove that in the heat of the moment.  Elan believed him, though, and so did Layla, more importantly.  Her embarrassed heart pounded so hard at the word she could swear it was making her breasts jiggle as they hung beneath her.

“Good,” the Dragon chuckled, patting Finn’s hip before shifting his feet off the noses in the floor and standing up, “Then it’s your turn.  Start with Layla, or Corbin’s going to bust his nuts already.”

The younger Elk groaned, rubbing his face in the floor, “No fair!”  His mother scooted a little closer, rubbing her cheek against his in sympathy.  Truth be told, her body was screaming with want for a certain nub-studded shaft to fill her love-tunnel, dripping needily onto the carpet.  Elan seemed to be taking his sweet time with them tonight, and it was frankly driving the Doe crazy.

But she could hardly blame him.  Up to now, he’d only ever had an hour or two, at most, to enjoy with her and Corbin.  And he’d always made a point not to leave either of them unsatisfied by the end.  She could only imagine how pressed for time the teenagers had felt before she fell in with them, trying to make it quick and quiet to avoid being discovered.  Now, for the first time, there was no clock ticking and no threat of being discovered by a disapproving party.  He was relishing the freedom, no doubt...and she wanted him to enjoy it, for reasons she couldn’t quite explain even to herself.  Perhaps that was just the scent beginning to talk through her...

Layla kissed the Dragon’s foot.  He seemed to interpret the affectionate gesture as a plea for more of his scent, as he immediately sat back down and propped one foot on each of their muzzles again.  Finn had already moved around behind his wife, and the cheeks of her face burned as she felt his breath waft against her other cheeks, fully exposed after he folded the hem of her baby-doll over her back.  It occurred to her that, to the best of her memory, her husband had never looked directly at that part of her before.  He’d given her delightful cunnilingus in the past, but always from above or in front of her, and likewise had his chin above her shoulders on the rare occasion he took her under the tail.  The thought that he might find her unappealing for the first time...

The touch of his tongue shattered her fears, if not the heat in her cheeks.  His fingers touched the thick lips of her sex at the same time, running roughly over her pearl as he felt out the contours from this position, and Layla squeaked involuntarily.  Her hips squirmed, and she started to lift her head, but Elan pinned her face to the floor by adding a little more weight to his foot.  Beside her, Corbin moaned gratefully, and she realized Finn’s other hand was cupped between the younger Elk’s legs, slowly stroking their son’s erection.  Her husband licked her exactly like she’d licked Corbin, tenderly kissed her clenched sphincter, and—  

“Ohhh...Fiiinnn...,” Layla’s second orgasm broke her with an apologetic cry before he could even penetrate her.  She twisted her head to the side, gulping fresh air in shuddering breaths as her whole body trembled with the effort of holding her posture.

Elan quickly lifted his foot with a concerned look, allowing the Doe to breathe a little more easily.  “Whoa...think I might need to go a little lighter on you for a bit,” he noted, sounding sincerely apologetic, “You okay?”

She was bright pink from the tips of her ears all the way to the underside of her breasts, by the feel of it, but Layla nodded to reassure him to some degree.  Part of her was tempted to praise that as the strongest orgasm of her life, up to his point...but frankly, she was struggling to remember what any previous orgasm had felt like, at the moment, so she couldn’t make honest comparisons.  That was definitely the Dragon’s scent at work.

“Mmph...Dad...,” Corbin whimpered, bucking his hips lightly against Finn’s palm as his own breathing grew shorter, and his father gave Layla’s rump a brief parting kiss before switching to their horny son.  The younger Elk sighed with relief as a fresh tongue touched his rim, and a hand well-familiar with all the right places to touch continued to caress his throbbing rod.  Elan removed his foot from Corbin’s face, too, to better enjoy the view with a smug smile...and teased his friend by brazenly stroking his own nubby shaft above the young man’s eyes.  “Oooh, you dick,” the Elk whined just before his pleasure splashed down between his knees, dampening his pajamas as much as the carpet.

Behind him, his father pulled back enough to warn in a low voice, “You shouldn’t talk to your friends that way, son.”

Elan flashed all his teeth in a wide grin.  “He can in the bedroom,” the Dragon reminded the other male in a smug tone, “And that means here tonight.  He outranks you, remember?  Hmhmm...how to punish you, now,” Elan smirked, tapping his chin thoughtfully with one clawed finger as the shocked look crossed Finn’s face...and Layla’s, for that matter.  Corbin seemed to be struggling not to laugh.

After a moment’s thought, Elan rolled over to sit on his knees, facing the back of the couch with both feet and his tail hanging over the edge.  Giving a sly look over his shoulder to the family in the floor, he mused, “You know, I made Layla lick Corbin’s tail-hole as a punishment the first time.  He only ever licked hers because he wanted to try it.  I’ve never had either of them do mine.”  Lifting his tail, he arched it over his back until he could comfortably take hold of the tip at his shoulder, opening up the slit between scales that was his anus a little more prominently.  “I guess it’s time I found out how that feels.  Come here and eat my ass, you horny beast,” the Dragon almost broke into snickers mid-sentence, but managed to hold it together as he continued, “And no more complaining about our language...during sex, only, of course.  Right?”

This last question was directed at Corbin, who rolled his eyes like the answer should have been obvious, and nodded his understanding quickly.  As Finn crawled up to the couch on all fours, the younger Elk also took the opportunity to pop his father’s rump sharply, eliciting a surprised gasp.  Corbin seemed satisfied when Finn didn’t make any protest, though, and followed it up with a more encouraging pat on the same cheek, while Finn pressed his face up to the Dragon’s posterior.

Layla watched as Elan rested his elbows and chin on the back of the couch, closing his eyes to take in the novelty of this particular touch, and her husband was subjected to the same punishment he’d applied to her not quite two years ago.  A pang of envy actually shot through her, despite her continued dislike for this particular act...and only got stronger when Corbin crawled up and tucked his head beneath his father’s, careful not to scratch the larger Elk with his small antlers.  As if making a concession to Finn’s sentiments, the younger Elk made his own kind of apology for calling his friend names, by running his tongue up the nubby shaft hanging below Finn’s chin.

Not liking this sense of being left out, Layla promptly crawled up on her husband’s other side, pressing her cheek against his, and applied a soft kiss to the side of Elan’s sac, sucking it gently.  The Dragon gave them all an amused look over his shoulder, gathered around his butt like animals to a salt-lick...and cracked into snickers.  He let them pamper him a bit, each in the place of their own choosing (well, except for Finn), before letting go of his own tail so he could use it to shoo them back a step.  “Okay, okay, all of you take a deep breath of...not me,” the Dragon chuckled, turning around to sit properly on the couch again and take in the family with an appraising look.  All three of them were giving hungry stares to the rod standing up from his crotch.

“Hmm, I think we’ve had just about enough warm-up,” the Dragon grinned, reaching over the side of the couch to fetch the box of condoms Layla had presented to him earlier.  Fishing out one of the strips, he tore the first package off the end and handed it to Corbin, then pulled the next one off and set the box aside.  Flipping the little plastic wrapper over between his fingers a couple of times, the Dragon gave a sly smile to Layla.  “Come to think of it...I’ve never actually put one of these on,” he admitted, tearing open the plastic and handing the little rubber disc inside to her, “Show me how?”

He knew, of course.  Layla was almost certain of that.  But she had to admit...she could not recall even once that he’d bothered with it when he and Corbin went at her.  And she figured they never thought it necessary with each other.  He was probably only bringing it up now out of respect for what she’d said before they got started.  With a fresh coat of blush burning her cheeks, Layla took the condom and crawled up close between his legs.  Behind her, Finn began the same demonstration on their son...until Elan interrupted.  “Not him,” the Dragon grinned, looking at the younger Elk, “Unless you’ve all been going at it without me over here, I don’t think you’ve had the pleasure of getting your tail stuffed with your dad’s pole.  So you’re going to lay down beside your mom and take it for the first round tonight,” Elan smirked.

Blinking at the Dragon, and then giving a slightly nervous stare at his father’s long, thick meat...Corbin nodded his understanding, and slowly rolled the little rubber sheath as far down that massive shaft as it could reach.  Layla pressed her nose lightly against Elan’s, taking a good, deep breath to quell her own embarrassment, then did the same, stroking the condom gently down over the laid-back nubs all the way to his base.  Thinking that it would only get in the way from here on out, Layla pulled the ties on one side of her baby-doll loose, and let the nightwear fall free on its own before stretching out on her back right there in the floor, waiting with a lusty stare for Elan to claim her.  Corbin joined her a moment later, after discarding his own pajamas, meeting her with a brief kiss on the lips before scooting to a position that would let him comfortably nuzzle her soft breast while they received their mutual plowing.  Layla ran her fingers fondly through his hair, welcoming him against her...and they both lifted their knees in invitation to the men snugging up at their tails.

Elan leaned down low over the Doe, smiling smugly at her while he guided his tip into her entrance.  His breath was hot.  He was the only one among them had hadn’t climaxed even once yet, but he was close.  It was going to be a short ride, probably.  Layla was a little disappointed by that thought...but not half as much as by the sensation that followed his first full thrust.  “Hehe..how is it?” the Dragon chuckled, rocking into her firmly a couple more times.

Layla chewed her lip, rubbing her son’s chest as he grit his teeth, with Finn barely halfway beneath his tail.  “...Smooth,” she answered at last, “Too smooth.”  The nubs she was so used to filling her, dragging along her inner walls, especially on the withdraw, were being pinned down by the condom.  He was smoother than her husband now, but not nearly as thick...and dissatisfying, though she did not dare to say that out loud.  “Would you...take it off...please?  I want...I need...to feel those nubs...”  The Doe’s face burned hot with embarrassment.  She’d been the one to insist he wear the protection this time...and now she couldn’t stand the lack of direct contact with him.

As usual, the Dragon dominating her seemed to take a particular delight in her embarrassment.  “It feels a little weird to me, too, to be honest,” he chuckled,  “It slides like you’re soaking wet, but feels dry.  You know, we’ve been kind of lucky up to now, though.  You sure you want to risk a fresh fawn?” he asked with a smug grin, and continued to thrust into her with his rubber-coated cock even as he turned his attention to the younger Elk pillowed on her breast, “Hey, Corbin, how would you feel about a new sibling right about now?”

Corbin grimaced, trying hard not to think about everything that would entail, at least for the first couple of years...or maybe it was just because his dad was only three-quarters of the way into him, still, and the teenager had already reached the limit of his depth.  “Ugh...no way,” he gasped, resting both hands on Finn’s chest and hugging his father’s hips with his legs.

Elan chuckled at the ambiguous answer.  Then he withdrew completely, and carefully peeled the slippery condom off his shaft, before burying it firmly in Layla one more time.  The Doe moaned as she was filled, the familiar sensation of his unique texture rubbing across her g-spot, and clung to him with both legs and arms.  Elan seemed proud of the change in response.  “...Seriously,” he whispered in her ear, giving her cheek a gentle kiss as he began to go at her in earnest, “Don’t blame me if it happens.  You asked for it this time.”

“Can’t,” she panted breathlessly, shaking her head as the delightful stimulation mixed with the intoxicating scent filling the room with each thrust, strengthened by his growing arousal, “Differen’t species...not compatible...can’t—”

The Dragon stopped moving, and looked down at her in genuine confusion.  “Uh, Layla?  Dragon here, remember?  I can breed anything that has a womb...”

Layla’s eyes flew wide open with a gasp.  Overwhelmed by his scent...her common sense completely subsumed in depravity...she had forgotten that basic biological fact.  She didn’t dare try to count the number of times he had carelessly emptied himself into her over the last couple of years.  Staring up at him wide-eyed, Layla realized exactly how lucky they had been...and just how stupid it would be to test her luck even one more time.  Most of all...worst of all...just like when he’d proposed to share the truth of their relationship with her husband...she could already feel her carnal desires winning the war against her good reason.

Finn groaned, and Corbin moaned, each clinging to the other as the larger Elk crested the peak, rocking his son against his mother’s side with each orgasmic spurt.  Corbin’s own cream decorated his belly.  Layla hardly recognized the sound of her family climaxing beside her, still looking up into the Dragon’s eyes with a fresh shame in her psyche...and a fresh desire to inspire it.  “Elan,” she whispered almost fearfully, crossing her ankles above his tail, “...Keep going.”

He felt a little unsteady when he drove into her the next time.  Layla thought that clear realization might have changed something in him.  Or maybe it was just in her, who invited him to continue in spite of it.  A shameful woman.  A faithless wife.  An unworthy mother.  The cedary scent wafting up from Elan plucked each title from her head and consumed it, leaving only one that she could cling to with any certainty, much less pride: his!  

Layla hugged Elan tight to her, kept her hooves crossed above him...and nearly screamed on his behalf when she felt his seed come pouring like a river deep inside her.  Elan turned his hot breath toward the ceiling, warming the entire room with his climactic exhale, before collapsing on top of her.  “W-wow,” he panted, giving a kiss to Layla’s cheek and then another to the top of Corbin’s head, “Corbin...I really...think I love your mom...”

“...Dibs,” the Elk sighed equally breathlessly, still pinned under Finn’s heavy chest as the pair cooled down from their own orgasm.  Layla’s insides clenched tight around Elan’s pulsing cock, imagining Corbin’s emptying into her in the exact same way next...

They moved to the bedroom after that.  Elan’s scent grew even more powerful, and his arousal from that first climax on never seemed to subside.  It quickly filled the smaller room with a veritable cloud of lust.  Layla’s sense of time began to slip as badly as her sense of modesty.  She lost track of how many times she climaxed, or who was inside her when she did so.  She drifted involuntarily into sleep while watching Corbin slide along Elan’s back, invading his posterior in the “speed-bump” position (his favorite, which Elan regularly indulged), while Finn waited patiently between her and them to endure his turn.

Layla opened one eye to take in her situation some indeterminable amount of time later.  It was morning...and late in the morning, judging by the light peeking in around the edge of the curtains.  Corbin lay in front of her, breathing the slow, deep breaths of sleep gently against her breast.  She could feel Finn spooned against her back, in his usual position for the night.  More specifically, she could feel the matted fur between his legs nudging roughly against her equally matted rump.  They all needed showers.

Elan was already taking his.  She could faintly hear the soft hiss of the shower running.  His scent still lingered thick in the room, sustained by a night under thick blankets with three other warm bodies beside his.  Having barely come awake, Layla was already feeling the effects beginning to set in once again.  She didn’t so much as attempt to fight them this time.

Climbing carefully out from between her husband and son, the Doe sauntered into the attached bathroom, and was immediately greeted by a slight chill when she opened the door.  Elan was taking a cold shower this morning, apparently.  “Good morning,” she greeted softly, watching his foggy silhouette through the frosted glass of the stall.  Layla’s eyes were quickly drawn to the stick of deodorant waiting on the bathroom counter, beside his wadded pajamas.  “Elan, dear...I don’t think you need to wear this in our house anymore.  Not today, anyway,” she sighed, “We’re yours until you decide it’s time to leave.”

Inside the stall, the Dragon chuckled, and slid the door open just enough to stick his head out and give her a smug smile.  “Oh, already raring to go again?  Hmhm...go tell the guys to get ready for breakfast, then,” he winked, “You’ll all start with a sausage.”  Nodding meekly, and running her hands under the curve of her breasts as the first swell of desire began to make them tingle, Layla stepped back out of the bathroom to wake the rest of her family with soft kisses and murmured instructions.

It was a few more minutes before Elan returned, standing in the door of the bathroom still as naked as his birthday, with his pajamas draped over his shoulder and the unused stick in his hand.  Layla was laying on her back, with her head near the foot of the bed, quietly encouraging Corbin and Finn as each of them sucked one of her plump nipples...and not-so-discreetly swirled fingers around each other inside her pussy.  When they saw him come into the room, both males rolled onto their backs as well, and all three scooted a little further forward, so that their heads hung upside-down over the edge of the matress.  Layla opened her mouth with a soft smile, as if prepared to receive a treat, and the Elk to either side of her did the same.

Elan snickered, striding over to stand just in front of Layla’s nose.  “Close your eyes, everyone,” he instructed with a smug look, “I’ve got a surprise to go with breakfast.”

They closed their eyes without question.  Layla took a deep inhale of the studded dick waving just out of her reach.  To her left, Corbin squeaked, “Ack!”  Then Finn snorted on her right.  And just as she was starting to wonder what was going on, she felt the cold touch of gel between her nostrils, as Elan ran the deodorant down her nose.

The effect wasn’t quite instant, but it was shockingly quick.  Layla blinked her eyes open, staring at Elan like she couldn’t quite remember who he was at the moment.  The Dragon’s smug look turned more sheepish, and he applied a thorough coating of the gel beneath his arms and even between his legs before hastily starting to pull his pajamas back on.  “Sorry for the trick, Mrs. Splinterprong.  I kind of have something I want to talk to you and Finn about.  Something big.  So...I can’t do that in good conscience while you might still be under my spell, so to speak.”  Getting down on his knees, he kissed her inverted chin gently.  “I really would like some breakfast, please.  Scrambled eggs, and actual sausage?”

She continued to stare at him for another second, mirrored perfectly by her husband and son, before slowly nodding her head.  “Pancakes or waffles?” she asked quietly.

“Oo, I would love a waffle right now!” the Dragon smiled sincerely.

They all got dressed, though still in nightwear, and Layla went into the kitchen to get started on breakfast.  Finn joined her, managing the waffle iron while she prepped the eggs and sausage, and bumping his hip playfully against hers whenever they shuffled toward each other in the back-and-forth of cooking.  It had been quite a long time since they’d prepped a meal together.

The teenagers, meanwhile, sat on the couch and waited to be called to the table.  “Hey, Corbin, I’ve got a serious question...and depending on your answer, I might not even need to talk to your parents at all,” Elan started slowly, eyes fixed on the television dominating the wall in front of them, even though it was still turned off.  His friend quirked a puzzled brow, and leaned toward him, recognizing how serious Elan was about whatever he was priming to say.  The Dragon always seemed to lose his teenage confidence when he started talking about important things.  Taking the silent invitation to continue, Elan went on, “I know you’re not gay, and I really don’t think I am either.  It’s just my smell making me bearable to you,” he admitted, rocking his head uncertainly, “But still...given everything we’ve already done, and what I think we might keep doing, now that both your parents are in on it...would you like to ‘be official’?  Temporarily, maybe?  I dunno,” the Dragon ran a hand over his own horns, “I just...think I’d like to try being committed for a little while.  See how it goes.  You know?”

Corbin blinked at him...then snickered.  “Dude, you can’t even commit to saying it.  And what does ‘official’ even mean when you’re topping my parents too?” the Elk grinned, leaning back against the arm of the couch with a smug smile of his own.  But after a moment, Corbin shrugged.  “Eh, whatever.  I guess I’ll just have to show you.”  Wagging his finger between his nostrils, Corbin pointed out the deodorant still clinging to his nose.  “None of your scent in my head, right?  It’s just me saying this,” he insisted, pointing right at Elan’s nose next, “If you say, ‘I want to be your boyfriend,’ then I will say, ‘Yes.’  But you’ve got to come out and actually say it.  All of it.  Got it?  Aaaand GO!”

Elan stared at him every bit as stupidly as Layla when he’d applied the deodorant.  After a hesitant moment, the Dragon turned toward his friend, met his eyes, and repeated solemnly, “You really are my best friend.  And I want to be your boyfriend.  Can we date?”

“...YES!” Corbin cheered, throwing both hands in the air with a triumphant smile, “Ha!  Finally got it out of you!” the young Elk laughed, “Dude, I thought you were never going to crack...”

“Boys, breakfast is ready,” Layla broke in gently.  The smile she was trying to keep subtle said she’d overheard pretty much everything from the kitchen, though she was tactfully keeping her thoughts on the exchange to herself.

They all seated themselves around the table, digging happily into the breakfast Corbin’s parents had prepared.  Corbin was grinning like an idiot and humming to himself basically the entire time, while Elan looked a little embarrassed.  After the waffles had disappeared, and most of the sausage and eggs, too, Finn cleared his throat.  “Alright.  I’m really hoping you’re not about to lay down a shock like you did the last time you sat down at this table and said you needed to talk about something,” the older Elk chuckled, trying not to sound wary, “But let’s hear it.”

“Ehe...little gentler than that was, hopefully,” Elan grinned, though he knew it was going to be a big ask, and after only a week since he’d dropped that bomb on Finn.  “Graduation’s coming up in just about a month.  Mom and Dad are pushing me to start looking for work and a place of my own.  You know...start taking responsibility for myself and all that.  So, I promise I’ll actually use this stuff,” he gestured under his own armpit, where his mother’s deodorant was still ruthlessly murdering his natural pheromones, “Every day.  And shower at least twice a day.  And get a job.  I won’t be a free-loader, or a constant distraction.  I really promise.  So if I do all that...may I move in here?  At least for as long as Corbin stays?”  The Dragon was staring down like he was asking all this of his plate, sparing himself the surprised looks of the two full-blown adults at the table.

Layla’s heart jumped so high in her throat she had to cover her mouth to prevent it escaping her body.  She had figured (and not so low-key hoped) he would start visiting more regularly...particularly on weekends.  Especially after what he and Corbin had discussed just a few minutes ago.  But moving in...being in their house every day...with his sweet, seductive aroma filling up the place...

Her instinctive response was to send him home to pack his bags.  He could be moved in by tomorrow, and just finish out the school-year here.  The Doe managed to rein that response in before it left her lips, at least, and reached out to rest her hand on her husband’s arm.  “Finn...dear...I’m not fit for this conversation anymore,” she confessed quietly, “If you still have the will to fight it...you should.  That’s all I’ll say on it.  Take it as given that I agree with whatever you decide from here.”  With that said, she started collecting the empty plates, and took them to the sink to wash.

Finn looked just a little betrayed, left to make a heavy decision like this alone, but rested his chin on his own knit fingers thoughtfully.  “Truth be told, Elan, you boys are at that age now.  You should be getting ready to step out and be independent.  What your parents are suggesting is exactly what we expect Corbin to do, too.”  He glanced over at his son to be sure he was paying attention, but the younger Elk just rolled his eyes like this wasn’t the first time he’d heard it (it really wasn’t), and already knew what to expect after graduation.  “That said, it’s not like we’re going to push him out before he has the means to support himself.  Of course that will take a little time.  We expect he’ll be here through the summer, at least, and probably a little beyond that.”

The Elk dared to take a look over his shoulder, checking to see if Layla really didn’t want to add anything to that.  She had her hands halfway to the elbows in suds, scrubbing the skillet with her head down, and only her ears swiveled in their direction to prove she was hanging on every word.  Finn rocked his head thoughtfully, popping his neck under the weight of the antlers above it.  “It really was big of you to let our heads clear before asking that.  That’s...reassuring, honestly.  A lot.  So, if you two are really serious about each other, then yes, you may move in,” he answered at last, though he sounded just a little reluctant about it.  “I think there’s a lot more we need to talk about before you bring your toothbrush over, so to speak...but let’s just leave it at that for today.  Yes, you may,” the Elk repeated for confidence.

Corbin was trying hard, once again, not to burst out laughing at the expression Elan was making.  His face was twisting as he tried so hard to look like he’d never for one second doubted they’d give in to him...while being obviously relieved, and maybe tempted to shout for joy.  It looked downright painful, to be honest.  His friend came to his rescue by pulling on his arm.  “Hey, if you’re going to move into my room, we’ve got to figure out where your stuff will even fit!” the Elk grinned, dragging Elan out of his chair and toward the stairs, “Come on!”

Finn chuckled as he watched them go, then got up from the table and caught his wife from behind in a loose hug.  Layla paused her dish-washing just long enough to accept and return the kiss on her cheek.  “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Finn asked her quietly, “You said you’d agree with whatever I decide, but that doesn’t mean you liked it.”

“I think it’s a terrible idea,” she admitted, “I imagine they’re going to start keeping us up at night, in one way or another, and you can probably guess what Elan’s going to do to me while you’re not here, whether he means to or not.”  Nuzzling his cheek with hers as she resumed scrubbing dishes, Layla also admitted, “But he’s always been good about abiding by his own rules.  If he’ll keep doing that, and you won’t be angry at the rest...then he can hardly move in soon enough.”

Her husband nodded, moving out from behind her to grab a towel and start drying the dishes she was already setting aside.  “We’ll have to add a few stipulations,” he suggested, “At the very least, they both need to be looking for work.”

Layla nodded her agreement.  “And helping with the housework when they’re not doing that.  It’s both easy and dangerous to turn lazy at this juncture,” she noted.

“Hey!  I didn’t argue one word about taking over the laundry, now did I?” Finn argued like that warning had been for him...no doubt remembering the same talk that she was, from fairly early in their marriage, when he’d begun doing nothing except watching television after work each day.  Layla just smiled at him softly, and nodded.  Finn rocked his head a little before adding, “We can probably make them a concession, though, and let Elan forgo his showers on weekends.”

She nearly dropped the plate she was washing.  Layla tipped her head back with a sigh, eyes closed and thighs squeezed together against the sudden heat between them.  “Gods forgotten, I love you, Finn,” she stated like she was reciting a solemn prayer, “You still know how to turn me on every bit as hot as Elan does when you tease me, if that means anything at all from this ruined wife.”

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