November 27th
Thanksgiving Day


It was a long drive from Tampora City to Ryan's parents house in the countryside, and for once, Ryan had been the annoying one. Even with the rental car parked in the driveway, he was still lecturing Cam about behaving himself in front of his parents.

“One more time. You're not going to…” Ryan said, waiting for a response from Cam.

“Flirt with you in front of your parents.” Cam said, rolling his eyes at having this conversation for the upteenth time that day.

“Or…” Ryan

Cam sighed dramatically.

“Or with your parents.” He added.

“Good, and you are going to…” 

“I get it!” Cam snapped, “Do we really need to have this conversation again?”

He was right; this had been drilled to death over the several hour car ride, but it was really important to Ryan that his parents accepted Cam. He'd never had any reason to think he'd be disowned or anything for having a boyfriend, but his parents had never really supported the idea either. He wouldn't admit it, but he was scared in a way he'd never been before.

“I know. Just please don't do anything to make things weird, okay?” Ryan pleaded, “I just… really need this to go well.”

“Me? Make things weird?” Cam repeated, dramatically faking offence, “I would never.”

Ryan turned his head with a glare that nearly singed the fur right off Cam's face, making the raccoon seem to shrink in his seat.

“Fine, I'll be normal.” He mumbled.

“Good.” Ryan said, turning his gaze back to the house.

With a final deep breath, Ryan opened his door and stepped out of the car, and Cam followed suit. Their paws crunched across the gravel driveway as they approached the door. Ryan reached up and pressed the doorbell with a shaking paw. As the sound of pawsteps approached, Cam noticed that Ryan was fidgeting nervously, very unusual behavior for his normally calm and confident partner, and he wondered if something about this meetup meant more to the fox than he’d realized.

The knob turned and the door swung open to reveal a vixen with bright orange fur standing in the entryway. She was only a bit shorter than Ryan, but with a lanky frame that made her look quite a bit smaller. Though she and Ryan bore no resemblance below the neck, the color of their eyes and shape of their faces made it very clear who this was.

“Ryan!” the vixen said excitedly, stepping out and wrapping her arms around the much larger fox.

“Hi, Mom.” Ryan said, returning the hug.

A chestnut brown wolf stepped into the doorway, his broad shoulders casting a shadow onto all of them. This was definitely Ryan's father, the genetic source for the fox’s unusual color, sturdy build, and respectable endowment.

“H-hey, Dad.” Ryan said, his tail flicking nervously.

“Glad you could make it, son.” the wolf said, stepping out and standing next to his wife.

“And who might this be?” he asked, gesturing to Cam.

“Mom, Dad, this is Cam…” Ryan said, putting his paws on Cam's shoulders and gently pulling him between himself and his parents.

“My - uh…” Ryan swallowed hard and cleared his throat, “my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend, huh?” Ryan's dad repeated, his expression unreadable.

Ryan’s parents eyed Cam like they were sizing up their prey. Cam would have been lying to say he didn't feel a twinge of fear deep down as he stood under their predatory gaze, but there was something else to it too. It was probably just his hormone swamped brain playing tricks on him, but it reminded him of the hungry, wanting look Ryan sometimes gave him before pinning him down.

Ryan's dad stepped closer to the trembling coon, bending down to sniff him as was common custom among canines. Ryan had spent over an hour that morning drenching Cam in deodorant and cologne, trying to cover the overwhelmingly powerful pheromonal scent he'd been emitting all week. Now, Ryan held his breath, silently praying to anyone who was listening that the wolf wouldn't notice.

“I know that smell…” the wolf growled.

Ryan nearly fainted. He didn't want them to get the wrong idea about the nature of their relationship, but what else could they possibly think when he smelled like that. Just as Ryan was about to make an attempt at an explanation for Cam’s scent, his dad spoke again.

“You’ve got a banana cream pie, haven't you?” He said, more of a statement than a question.

Cam held up the pie carrier with a nervous smile on his face, and Ryan's heart began to beat again. He should have known, banana cream was his dad’s favorite after all - which is exactly why he brought it. The wolf’s expression changed immediately to a jovial smile.

“Excellent!” he said, taking the pie carrier in his enormous handpaws, “Come on in, boys, we've got lots to eat.”

With that, both he and the vixen walked back inside. Ryan was about to follow them, but he noticed that Cam looked a bit shaken. He could understand that; he felt much the same. He wrapped his arm over Cam's shoulders, pulling him into a comforting hug. No words were exchanged, but everything that needed to be said was said. After a moment, Ryan took his arm off Cam and reached down, weaving their fingers together and gently squeezing his partner’s paw. They walked inside, still fearful, but together.

Ryan's dad wasn't kidding, there had to be at least ten people's worth of food on the dining room table. It smelled like it had all come out of the oven just in time for them to sit down to eat, and after everyone washed their paws, that's exactly what they did.

To Cam's credit, he mostly behaved himself during dinner. Ryan only had to rebuff his footpaws a couple times under the table, but that was a lot better than he'd expected. There was plenty of small talk to go around: “how’s work going?”, “what do you guys do for fun?”, “what's it like in the big city?”, all the usual stuff for parents who hadn't seen their son for a number of years. Cam got a little flirty from time to time, but a sharp look from Ryan was all it took to set him straight. All in all, dinner went well, and Ryan felt that his parents and Cam were bonding nicely.

After dinner was finished and the table cleared off, Ryan decided to give his childhood bed a try. He was exhausted from all the worrying he'd been doing lately, and a quiet nap sounded good to him. It wasn't like anything could go too terribly wrong in the short time he'd be away… Do I even need to say it?

Ryan woke up an hour later. Stepping out of his room, he noticed that the door to his parent’s bedroom was closed, something he knew wasn't the case when he went to sleep. Figuring they’d probably had the same idea as him, he decided he'd better wake them up. After all, his dad would definitely not appreciate missing the pie.

“Hey, you guys ready for pie?” Ryan called out, knocking on the door.

“Y-yeah,” Came Cam’s strained voice from the other side, “Just giiiiive us a few.”

“Cam?” Ryan questioned, turning the knob and opening the door, “What are you doing in my parent’s - OH MY GOD!”

Ryan scrambled to cover his eyes, but he had already seen far more than he wanted to. His mother lay on her back on the bed with the sheets clutched tight in her paws. Her maw hung open in deep, panting pleasure as Cam’s tongue lapped at her most intimate spot. On Cam’s other end, Ryan’s father held his hips while tenderly yet forcefully stuffing his bright red wolf cock under the raccoon's happily twitching tail.

“What the FUCK!” Ryan shouted.

“Ryan!” His dad exclaimed, “uh… we can explain.”

“No, I don't think you can!” Ryan countered, “How could you POSSIBLY explain this?”

“Well, Cam told us you guys were in an open relationship.” Ryan's dad said.

“Cam!” Ryan shouted, angrily. “What did I tell you!”

“You said I couldn't flirt with them,” Cam said, “you didn't say anything about-”

“THIS…” Ryan said, exasperatedly falling one paw through the air while the other still covered his rapidly reddening face, “should have gone without saying. And frankly, I didn't even consider it an option.”

“Well, it's not too unusual for us,” Ryan's dad interjected, “we were quite the swingers back in-”

“Ahhhh, NO!” Ryan shouted, slamming his paws down over his ears. “Look, as far as I want to know, you two had sex exactly once. To have me. I don't want to hear about any of your other sexcapades, or find out whatever freaky stuff you may be into, or even so much as think about your sex lives!”

Ryan stormed away, leaving the three of them speechless and feeling far too awkward to continue. The sound of a door slamming echoed down the hallway followed by a silence so deep it felt like it was judging them.

Ryan sat down on his bed, his head still resting in the grip of his paws. He kinda felt like he'd overreacted, but at the same time, the whole situation just felt so wrong. It wasn't that he had a problem with what Cam had done; he was honestly delighted that his parents had accepted his boyfriend so completely. No, the reason it felt wrong was his own shame; he couldn't admit it, even to himself, but seeing his parents with Cam like that… it kinda turned him on.

He couldn't keep his pent up mind from wandering to thoughts of what it would be like to be where Cam had been. Images of himself sandwiched between his own parents kept flashing up in his mind only to be shot down like pop-up targets at a carnival, but for every rogue thought that he put down, several more cropped up to take its place. He felt his member twitch in his tented jeans.

“What is wrong with me…” he mumbled.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

“Ryan…” came Cam’s soft voice, “it’s me. Can we talk?”

Ryan grabbed his pillow and hugged it in his lap to hide his shame.

“Uh, yeah, come on in.” Ryan said nervously.

The door creaked open and Cam stepped in. He bashfully walked across the room to the bed, his head down and his tail tucked between his legs.

“I'm sorry,” he said, sitting down next to Ryan, “I should've known better than to-”

“No,” Ryan cut him off, “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so harsh.”

He put an arm over Cam’s shoulders and pulled him closer, affectionately laying the side of his head against the top of Cam's.

“You're free to be intimate with whoever you like, including my parents.” he continued, “If anything, I should be glad they accepted you so… thoroughly.”

“Well, I did most of the accepting.” Cam chuckled.

Ryan blushed vibrantly and his cock twitched shamefully at the thought. He couldn't help but think about how much he'd like to be the one Cam was accepting, but it would be a few more days before he could make that wish a reality.

“C’mon, it was just a joke.” Cam said, noticing Ryan's sudden silence.

He hugged Ryan, his arms wrapping around the fox's firm chest. He could feel Ryan's breathing; it was slow and measured, yet far from calm like simply continuing to fill his lungs was taking significant effort. 

“Do you wanna talk about why you've been so stressed today?” he asked.

“It's nothing,” Ryan insisted, snapping out of his daydream, “I’ve just been frustrated, but it's not fair to let my frustrations out on you.”

“Mmmm, you can feel free to let your frustrations out on me whenever you like.” Cam flirted.

“Oh, knock it off, hornball” Ryan said, playfully shoving Cam over onto his back.

Cam laughed, and Ryan couldn't help but laugh with him. It was the kind of deep, healing laugh that Ryan really needed after the stress of the day.

“So, we're good?” Can asked. 

“Of course.” Ryan answered, stroking a paw through Cam's head fur.

“Should we kiss and make up?” Cam asked hopefully.

“Hah, not a chance,” Ryan said, “I can still smell my mother on your muzzle.”

Cam agreed, deciding that a shower was in order. He offered to let Ryan join him; at home and in any other month, he would've agreed, but there and then was most definitely off the table. Cam returned quickly; his clothes looked like he'd been through a tornado, but his fur was still damp and chaotic in that way that Ryan always found so endearing.

“Better?” He asked.

Ryan stepped closer and affectionately licked Cam on the side of the muzzle.

“Better.” He said.

They both walked downstairs together, but just as they were about to turn into the kitchen, Ryan's father called the young fox to join him in the living room. Ryan did as he was told, sending Cam ahead to the kitchen and walking into the living room where his father was already sitting in his big recliner.

“Take a seat,” said the wolf, “I need to talk to you.”

Ryan did as he was told, sitting in the recliner opposite his father's.

“Look, I'm sorry about what happened with your boyfriend.” said the wolf, “He said you guys were okay with that kinda thing, and we didn't think it would be a big deal. We didn't mean to-”

“I’m not upset about that.” Ryan interrupted, “I'm actually kinda relieved.”

His dad’s head tilted to the side quizzically. He silently mouthed the word ‘relieved’ like the way it felt on his tongue could somehow help him discern what Ryan had meant by it. Ryan’s paws fidgeted nervously, his fear of this very conversation still clinging to the inside of his mind despite there being no rational reason for it anymore.

“I’ve been worrying you guys wouldn't accept that I have a boyfriend,” he finally said, “I guess I shouldn't have; I left you alone for like an hour and you were nine inches deep in him.”

“Ten inches…” His dad corrected.

Ryan's ears immediately flushed a deep crimson.

“What about this conversation so far has made you think I wanna know that?” he asked rhetorically.

“Hehe, sorry.” His dad said, chuckling nervously, “but why did you think we wouldn't accept you?”

“Well, I always saw you guys as being so… traditional.” Ryan answered, “I guess you were just hiding your old lives from me.”

“We weren't-”

The wolf stopped. He closed his eyes and considered his words for a long moment before speaking again.

“We thought it best to raise you as neutral as we could so we didn't accidentally force our old lifestyle onto you,” he explained carefully, “but I see now that we should have made it more clear that we'd support you no matter who you became.”

The wolf stood and placed a handpaw on Ryan's shoulder with the firm yet tender grip that could only come from a loving father.

“You never have to hide yourself from us;  we’ll accept you no matter what.” he said, “Just promise me you’ll remember that.”

Ryan reached up and placed his paw over the wolf’s.

“I will.” he assured.

“Good,” the wolf shouted, clapping Ryan on the shoulder with his enormous handpaw, “Now, let's go eat some pie!”

With a smile on his face, Ryan pulled himself up out of the chair and turned to follow his father, but the wolf immediately stopped and turned back to him.

“Oh, by the way,” he said, “since it’s such a long drive back to Tampora City, your mother and I decided that you guys can stay the night if you want.”

“Oh, thanks.” Said Ryan with a relieved sigh. “We’ll definitely take you guys up on it.”

He had not at all been looking forward to the exhausting drive back home, especially after the emotional rollercoaster of a day he’d just had.

"No problem,” his dad said with a knowing smile, ”it’s the least we can do. Besides, it looks like you need a turn with your boyfriend sooner rather than later.”

“DAD!” shouted the violently blushing fox.