Tuesday January 1, 2030

	The first thing Vapor noticed when she awoke on New Year’s Day was a dull, throbbing hangover. The 25-year-old spotted wolf rarely ever drank, but since Willow and most of the younger Wolfe family members had chosen to spend the previous night’s festivities at other friends’ homes, she and her husband, Fang, decided to ring in the new year with a party of their own. The last thing Vapor could remember was watching the fireworks while her friend Izzy poured the group another round of shots.

	“Ugh,” Vapor groaned, as she stumbled her way from the bed to the en-suite bathroom. She took a quick, cold shower to wake herself up, then swallowed a couple of extra-strength Cubylenol tablets with a glass of water. “I’m never touching vodka again, mark my words!”

	Tying back her long cyan hair into a ponytail, Vapor turned to leave the bathroom when she stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes grew wide as memories of the previous night suddenly came flooding back.

[i]Several hours earlier…[/i]

	“Katia, shtop it! I’m not *HIC!* I’m not drunk! I’m Vapor!”

	The younger cat simply shook her head as she guided her adoptive sister-in-law upstairs. Although most of the party-goers had been drinking heavily, Katia had volunteered to stay sober, for exactly this reason. In this state, she wouldn’t be surprised if Vapor passed out right on the stairs!

	“No Vapor, you are,” Katia sighed. “You need to sleep it off.”

	“I do?”

	“Yes, Vapor, you do.”

	“Oh.”

	At the top of the staircase, Vapor let go of Katia’s arm and took a few wobbly steps down the hallway towards her and Fang’s master bedroom.

	“Do you think you’ll be okay from here?” Katia asked, a doubtful look on her face as the spotted wolf stumbled against the wall.

	“I’ll be FIII-iiiii-IIINE,” Vapor cheered in a sing-song voice, before suddenly looking serious. “Hey, uhh, Katia... did you know that I can dunk from the free-throw line?”

	Katia tilted her head in confusion. “But Vapor, you don’t even play basketball?”

	Ignoring the girl’s confusion, the drunk wolf continued, “I can do it! I can toooootally do it… And guess what? If you believe me, you might just see my nip-plessss…!”

	As Vapor dissolved into a giggle fit, Katia couldn’t help but laugh too. “You’re a weird drunk, Vapor,” she smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? And drink some water so you don’t get too hungover!”

	Vapor grinned broadly and stumbled her way towards the bedroom. After groping unsuccessfully with the light switch, she shrugged and began to strip off her party clothes. It was nearly 3 AM after all, and even in her drunken state, Vapor would’ve voluntarily gone to bed soon anyway. Slipping under the bedsheets, Vapor was about to drift off, when she suddenly felt a strong, furry arm wrap around her from behind, purring happily as the paw gently grasped one of her breasts.

	“Fang! *HIC* Whatcha doin’ up here?” Vapor whispered, as she reached back into his boxers to tease him out of his sheath. The couple had lost track of each other at the party, but Fang had definitely been drinking quite a bit, so it wasn’t too surprising that he’d gone to bed already. Still, Vapor hoped he wasn’t too worn out!

	Moaning with pleasure, Fang began to rub his growing erection between Vapor’s thighs. Feeling herself grow damp with arousal, Vapor purred, “Ooh, someone’s frisky tonight...”
	
	Vapor moved her hips up a little, and Fang slipped in easily and began to thrust. “Ah!” she cried out. He felt different than usual tonight! Maybe it was the alcohol, or perhaps the fact that it had been years since Fang had mated with her in his sleep, but this was definitely interesting! Panting harder and faster, Vapor could feel her climax building as she rode her husband as hard as she could.

	It didn’t take long for Fang to pop, and Vapor was rewarded with a bellyful of hot seed. “Ohh man...” she breathed orgasmically, as she felt him hug her tighter. Fang hadn’t knotted inside her, but as Vapor drifted off to sleep, she couldn’t help but feel like something was different about his embrace…

The next morning…

	“What the hell!? You… we? No, no, no, this can NOT be happening!”

	Jag shot up in bed to find a wet, naked Vapor staring at him in horror. The Bengal tiger blinked in confusion before quickly averting his gaze. “S-sorry!” he cried. “I didn’t realize this was your bedroom! It was dark, and I was drunk, I only meant to rest for a minute, and-”

	“Never mind that,” Vapor replied frantically, pulling on a bathrobe. “Oh God, what have we done?”

	Puzzled, Jag cautiously asked, “What did we do?” Of course he knew, but neither he nor Vapor wanted to admit it.

	After several tense minutes, Vapor broke the silence. “So… what’s the best way to handle this? I mean… what do we tell Fang and Izzy? This is just...”

	Jag shook his head and stood up. “Vapor, listen. Please don’t blame yourself, okay?”

	Vapor looked up at him incredulously, but he continued, “I know you’ve never been that fond of me, but I also know you’d never do anything to hurt Izzy or Fang. This is not your fault. I should have paid better attention to what room I was sleeping in, and quite frankly, we were all drinking pretty irresponsibly. Now, I personally think we should come clean as soon as possible, but I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

	“Well,” Vapor sighed. “For now, I’ll take a birth control pill, so that’ll be taken care of at least. After that, let me think about it, okay? Give me a week or two, I’ll figure something out. I hope...”

Friday January 18, 2030

	Jag’s claws tapped rhythmically on Vapor’s desk. Sitting across from him, Vapor tightly clutched her cellphone in her paws, watching the timer count down to zero. As soon as it beeped, Vapor quickly silenced the alarm and looked up. “Do you want to flip it over, or should I?” she asked nervously.

	“Would you feel better if I did it?” Jag replied. Try as he may, the tiger couldn’t stop his paws from trembling as he reached for the object in question. As a security guard, he had visited Vapor’s private office in the Wolfe and Fox headquarters plenty of times before, but this time he was especially concerned. Both he and Vapor had spent the past few weeks trying to figure out a way to explain their accidental one-night-stand to their respective wife and husband, but this recent development would definitely throw a wrench in their plans.

	Vapor shook her head, “I’ll just do it!” And with that, she flipped over the pregnancy test.

	Two lines.

	The tiger and wolf just stared at the test. Neither wanted to be the one to speak first. It was as if they thought that if nobody talked about it, the problem wouldn’t exist. Finally the buzzer on Vapor’s desk broke the silence.

	“Mrs. Wolfe?” came the voice of Vapor’s secretary. “Your husband is here to pick you up.”

	“Thanks Saruko, send him in,” Vapor murmured. She quickly snatched up the positive test and shoved it into her pants pocket, before whispering to a stunned Jag, “We’ll discuss this later!”

	Just then, Fang strode into the room, blissfully unaware of the tension in the room. “Ready for our lunch date, Vapor? Hey Jag, I haven’t seen you since New Year’s! How are Izzy and the kids?”

	Forcing a smile, Jag stood up and replied, “They’re all well, thank you. Excuse me...” 

	Just as he was exiting the room, Jag turned around and asked, “Hey, uh, do you two have any plans this evening?”

	Vapor shot him a panicked glance, but Fang didn’t notice. “I don’t believe so. Everyone’s having a quiet night in. Things are surprisingly relaxed, despite all the new cubs running around. Why?

	“Well,” Jag replied. “How about you and Vapor come to our place for dinner tonight? Hanna, Drogo, and Koujo are going to be at their grandpa’s farm over the long weekend, and you know how much Izzy likes to cook.”

	Fang looked at Vapor, and much to Jag’s surprise, she nodded. “Thank you, that sounds nice. It’ll be good to catch up,” said Vapor, looking pointedly at Jag.

	“Alrighty then, see you this evening!” the tiger replied, waiting until Fang and Vapor were long gone before he began to hyperventilate.

***

	“Fang! Vapor!” Izzy chirped, ushering the wolf couple through her front door. “It’s great to see you! Come in, the fish tacos will be ready in just a few minutes. Jag’s out back watching the grill.”

	“Fish tacos, huh?” Fang said, offering the petite mouse a white carton tied with a pink ribbon. “Hopefully we have room left for this cheesecake!”

	Izzy’s eyes lit up at the warm scent of the apple-cinnamon cheesecake from her favorite bakery in Greenwood. “Aww, you guys! You shouldn’t have!”

	As her husband and best friend gushed over their mutual love of sweets, Vapor turned to look at a newly-framed photograph of the Dawn-Tiger household. Jag and Izzy stood in the middle, flanked by Hanna and Drogo, Izzy’s middle-school aged children from a previous relationship. The baby of the family, a seven-year-old tiger-mouse named Koujo, stood in front of his father, his toothy grin revealing several missing baby teeth. Vapor couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt as she studied the portrait. How would Izzy and her cubs feel after tonight, once Vapor revealed herself as a homewrecker? What would her own family think? It was almost to horrible to imagine.

	“...hear me? Vapor? Earth to Vapor!”

	“Hmm? What?” Vapor said, snapping out of it. Fang was resting a paw on her shoulder, looking concerned.

	Fang asked, “You okay? You’ve been staring at that photo for a while now. Dinner’s ready.”

	Vapor followed him into the dining room, where the table was covered with colorful plates of spicy grilled fish, taco shells and toppings, chips with salsa and guacamole, and plenty of other delicious sides. “Sit wherever you’d like,” said Jag, gesturing to the chairs.

	Once the four of them were seated and began to eat, Izzy suddenly remembered, “Ooh, you know what would go great with this? Some of that white wine Fang and Vapor got us in California! We’ve been saving it for special dinners, it’s so good.”
	
	As she went around the table pouring everyone a glass, Vapor placed a paw over hers awkwardly. She hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol since that fateful New Year’s party, and since it was too far along to terminate, Vapor didn’t want to risk the cub’s health.  “None for me,” she explained. “I’m… uh... the designated driver.”

	Fang took a sip of his drink and laughed, “Aw, don’t worry about it, Vapor. As long as you only have a tiny bit now, you’ll be fine by the time we leave. Besides, you love this wine, go ahead!”

	Jag and Vapor looked at each other, nodded, and then Vapor just closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Fang… Izzy… I have a confession to make,” she began.

	“We both do,” Jag added. “Listen, what Vapor and I are about to tell you is going to be difficult for everyone. Izzy, just know that I love you more than anything, and Fang, I’ll totally understand if you want to kick my ass after hearing this. The truth is...”

	“We all got blackout drunk at the New Year’s party,” Vapor continued. “At some point Katia took me upstairs to sleep it off, and I thought Fang had already gone to bed, but it was actually Jag sleeping there.”

	Jag swallowed hard. “And I must’ve rolled over onto her because next thing you know...”

	Fang looked at them with surprise, while Izzy’s expression remained incredulous. Both of them exchanged a strange glance with each other and, in unison, flatly replied, “And…?”

	“ITHOUGHTJAGWASFANGANDWEFUCKEDBYACCIDENTANDITOOKAPILLBUTITDIDN’TWORKNOWI’MPREGNANTANDIT’SNOTFANG’SI’MSORRY!” Vapor blurted out, unable to stand the tension anymore.

	For what seemed like hours, the room was deathly quite. Nobody dared to move. Nobody dared to speak. Nobody knew what to do when Fang and Izzy began to laugh hysterically.

	“W-what?” Jag murmured, unsure how to reply.

	Vapor turned to her husband and asked, “Fang? Aren’t you angry? I basically cheated on you!”

	“Well, I can’t exactly be too angry with you, after what I did back when we were thirteen,” Fang replied, referencing an old incident where he “helped” his sister Pepper with her so-called health class. “Besides, we’ve messed around with other couples since then, and I trust you and Jag not to run away together or anything!”

	Wiping tears from her eyes, Izzy managed to control her laughter enough to slap Vapor on the back and say, “Haha, I thought you couldn’t stand Jag! You warned ME not to sleep with him! You silly wolf!”

	Puzzled by this strange turn of events, Jag asked, “What about the cub, though? Won’t that be a problem?”

	“Yeah,” Vapor added. “At this point I have no choice but to have it, so we’re going to have to think about how to break this to the rest of our families, not to mention the custody arrangements. Of course, I’ll cover all the really big expenses, I’m responsible for this after all.”

	“Of course,” replied Fang. “I don’t know about you, Izzy, but I’m perfectly happy with whatever Vapor and Jag decide to do.”

	Izzy nodded, but a coy expression crept across the mouse girl’s face. “You know,” she said, glancing over at her husband. “A long time ago, before Jag came along, I once asked Vapor how she’d feel about letting me ‘borrow’ Fang. Granted, I was a very different person back then, but given our circumstances, I don’t think it’s too unreasonable to ask again, do you?”

	Jag looked a bit embarrassed, but smiled apologetically at the Wolfes. “It’s your guys’ choice,” he said. “I mean, I guess I don’t have a problem with sharing, and I do owe her one. Truth be told, I think it’d be kind of fun to watch...”

	“Same here,” said Vapor. “I trust Izzy and Fang not to elope after one night in bed!”

	Fang cocked his head in confusion. “But Izzy, what about your therapy? And what if I accidentally knock you up, too?”

	“No worries! The whole ‘sex ban’ my therapist made went out the window once Jag and I got together,” the mouse explained. “Besides, I’ve been pretty careful about taking my pills since Koujo was born. No more pups for me ‘til I’m good and ready.”

	“Go on, Fang,” Vapor urged. “I really don’t mind, and it would make Izzy happy. Besides, like Jag said, it would be pretty interesting to see!”

	“Well, alright. If that’s what everyone wants, I’m game,” Fang smiled. “I’ll call the house and say we’re spending the night. We’ll just say we’ve had a few drinks and want to be safe.”

	
	After the meal was finished and the table was cleared, the two canines, mouse, and tiger made their way upstairs to the master suite. “Make yourselves comfortable,” Izzy said, as she began to unbutton her blouse. 

	Jag gave the Wolfes a weary smile, and took a seat on a padded clothes trunk. He patted the seat next to him, and Vapor soon joined him. “Fang, would you prefer it if I stripped too?” she asked.

	“If you want,” Fang replied. The wolfdog pulled down his pants and boxers, exposing his grey sheath and balls. Just the tip of his penis was showing, though the rest quickly followed as Izzy and Vapor got naked too. Despite birthing three pups each, both young women still had lovely figures.

	Izzy reached toward Fang’s erection and gently encircled it with her paw. Although the sight of a canine member still unsettled her a bit, even after all these years, the mouse couldn’t help but get turned on by its smooth, red skin and the thought of its swollen knot pulsing inside her. Not wasting a minute more, Izzy eagerly took Fang’s length into her mouth.

	“Ah!” the wolfdog cried out. “Izzy, I…”

	Despite herself, Vapor was getting pretty aroused. She had expected to at least feel a hint of jealously watching Fang mate with another girl. Before she knew it, Vapor felt her paw wandering over to the space between her legs.

	“Do you… do you want any help?”

	Vapor looked up in surprise. Jag had removed his clothes, though he kept his paws over his crotch, and was nervously glancing over at her. “Um… I guess, if you want to,” she blushed. “But only if I get to do it too!”

	Jag laughed, becoming more confident. He removed his paw from his sheath, revealing his exotic, feline penis. “Woah!” Vapor gasped.

	At the sight of Jag’s erection, Vapor couldn’t believe she had mistaken him for Fang! Although both furs’ manhoods were of a similar length, Jag’s penis wasn’t nearly as thick as Fang’s, and completely lacked a knot. However, to Vapor’s surprise, the last couple inches below the tip were ringed with dozens upon dozens of tiny, stiff, backwards-facing spikes, not unlike what Fang’s adoptive brother Tib had.

	“Jeez, no wonder that sex felt so weird!” Vapor commented, as she gently ran her paw up and down the length of Jag’s penis.

	“That’s kind of rude,” laughed Jag, feigning offense. “Dog dicks blow up like little balloons, for crying out loud!”

	“Eh, fair point,” Vapor agreed. “I think that- OH!” The wolf girl gasped as Jag began rubbing his large paw between her legs. Almost reflexively, Vapor in turn began to jack the tiger off.

	Izzy made quick work of Fang, and the mouse was soon rewarded with a mouthful of cum.

	“Oh man...” Fang sighed contentedly as Izzy licked the last stray drops remaining on his shaft. “How are you doing so far, Izzy?”

	The grey mouse gave him a mischievous grin. “Well, I’m ready whenever you are, but it looks like you need a second to recover,” Izzy laughed, gesturing to the wolfdog’s half-spent dick. “In the meantime, why don’t you get me ready for the main event?”

	Vapor was panting now, overwhelmed by the sight of her best friend being eaten out by her own husband, meanwhile having said husband’s friend getting her off with his paw. Even hotter was the fact that Jag had once been one of her family’s most bitter enemies, in a weird way!

	“Yes! YES! Ahh…” Izzy cried out. It hadn’t taken Fang long at all to get her off, especially since he had regained his own erection just as fast!

	As the aroused mouse girl slowly climbed off of Fang’s muzzle, he asked, “You’re absolutely sure you want to do this, Izzy? I’ve never been with a mouse before, and you’re just so small, and...”

	“Shh...” Izzy said, touching a finger to his mouth and positioning herself just above the tip of Fang’s throbbing erection. “If I didn’t want it, I wouldn’t have asked. But if you’re not into it anymore...” she teased as she started to climb off.

	With that, Fang took hold of Izzy’s waist and entered her with a groan of pleasure from the both of them. Despite his previous apprehension, Fang was surprised that his penis could slip all the way in like a knife through butter; not too tight, not too loose. Izzy closed her eyes contentedly and began to move her hips, trying to make it last for him while she made the most of the experience.

	Meanwhile on the bench, Jag and Vapor had completely gotten over their shyness with each other, and handjobs were no longer sufficient. Without having to ask, Jag allowed Vapor to sit in his lap and began to take her from behind, as the wolf girl had her first proper time with the tiger.

	“Ah! Jag!” Vapor murmured as his barbs gently scraped against her vaginal walls. “On the bed… I want us all to do it… together!”

	Carefully, Jag withdrew from his friend, and Vapor shivered as his barbs gave her a small orgasm. He followed her over to the bed, as Fang and Izzy scooted to the side to make room for their mates.

	When both couples were settled and resumed their lovemaking – Vapor and Jag in missionary, Fang and Izzy in cowgirl – both boys had almost hit their limit.

	“Izzy!” Fang gasped. “I’m about to-”

	“Do it!” she replied breathlessly, thrusting herself further down onto Fang’s shaft. “I want you to knot in me! It feels… AMAZING!”

	The mouse cried out in ecstasy as Fang’s thick knot swelled up inside her, locking itself into place. Fang, in turn, only needed Izzy to bounce a few more times on his sensitive knot before he too was howling from his release, filling his friend with a second helping of hot wolf seed.

	Not long after Izzy finally collapsed onto Fang’s broad, scarred chest, Jag and Vapor also reached their climax, though the tiger and wolf pair were much more subdued when expressing their pleasure. As Vapor lay panting on the bed beside her husband, she felt his strong paw gripping hers, rubbing it affectionately.

	“That was amazing, thank you! All of you! I’m not sure we should make a habit of these crazy sex parties, but still...” Izzy spoke up, looking at the other three furs with a warm smile. “Now Fang and I are even with you two!”

	“Of course,” Vapor smiled. “I’m just happy you two could forgive Jag and I for my stupid mistake. I know this doesn’t make me having his cub completely okay, but we’ll make it work.”

	Jag nodded, and Fang replied, “Same here! Speaking of which, though, shouldn’t you take a pill now, too, Izzy? Unless you’re planning on going the extra mile with your ‘revenge!’”

	“No way!” Izzy laughed, but then noticed that Fang’s knot was still firmly locking her into place. “Er… little help here?”

	“Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” Jag replied. The tiger slowly pulled out of Vapor, mindful not to scratch her with his barbs too much, before quickly slipping into the en-suite bathroom. While he was gone, Vapor grabbed a few tissues from the bedside table to clean herself before Jag’s cum trickled out onto the bedsheets.
	
	Before long, Jag returned with his wife’s birth control pill and a small glass of water, which she swallowed immediately. “Now that that’s out of the way,” Izzy said. “Who’s up for another round? The night’s still young!”

Sunday March 14, 2032

	It was an unusually warm day in Greenwood, perfect weather for the many cubs living in the Wolfe household to play outside. Meanwhile, their parents, grandparents, aunts, and uncles busied themselves with decorating the back porch, including setting the long picnic table with all kinds of sweet and savory birthday treats. Vapor was rummaging through the kitchen drawers, searching for the number-shaped candles, as she half-listened to the news channel.

	Along with the usual politics and controversies, the top story was something Vapor had experienced firsthand not too long ago. One of the world’s leading drug manufacturers, Aegean Pharmaceuticals, had discovered that a few of its most senior employees were involved in illegal activities which had resulted in some of the ingredients of their popular birth control pills being replaced by cheap substitutes. Fortunately, the scandal had been uncovered and the batch recalled before too many accidental pregnancies occurred, and today, each of the guilty furs would be transported to prison to begin serving their sentences.

	Just then, Vapor heard Fang call from the other room, “Vapor, they’re here!”

	Smiling to herself, the spotted wolf joined her husband at the front door just as a family-sized pickup truck pulled up the driveway. The driver and passenger doors opened, and out stepped Jag, Izzy, their children Hanna, Drogo, and Koujo, along with Izzy’s father Rocky. The older mouse stopped for a few moments after exiting the vehicle to get something from the backseat, while his family patiently waited. Just before Rocky shut the door, two small bundles of fur raced up the walkway and launched themselves into Fang and Vapor’s outstretched arms.

	“Mommy! Daddy! Mommy! Daddy!”

	Vapor scooped up the boy cub into a tight hug, while Fang lifted the girl high above his head and said playfully, “Look who we have here, Vapor. If it isn’t Ashlee and Magnus the Birthday Pups!”

	In an ironic twist of fate, the pill Izzy had taken the night she mated with Fang were the same as the ones Vapor was using… made by Aegean Pharmaceuticals. Therefore, only hours after Vapor had been rushed to the hospital to deliver her and Jag’s son, Magnus, Izzy and Fang welcomed a beautiful little girl of their own, named Ashlee. Naturally, the couples had arranged a joint custody agreement for the ‘twins,’ but today, both extended families had come to celebrate the cubs’ birthday together.

	“Mommy, guess what? Me and Sissy dis many now!” Magnus cheered, holding up two fingers on his paw. At first glance, the little pup could easily be mistaken for some sort of brindled dog. Half wolf, half tiger, Magnus took after Vapor in most of his features, apart from his fur color. In fact, he looked exactly like someone had taken an ordinary wolf pup, and painted him orange with black stripes!

	Ashlee nodded vigorously, adding, “Yeah, we big cubs!” Unlike her brother, Ashlee’s features were more of a mixed bag. For the most part, she looked like a mouse, apart from her muzzle, nose, and fluffy tail, which were undeniably canine. Ashlee’s fur was mainly light grey like her mother’s, but with a darker stripe running up from her nose, down her back, all the way to the tip of her tail. Her hair was a similarly dark color, and just like Fang, Ashlee also had lighter fur on her face and belly.

	Jag and Izzy and their family followed the toddlers up the walkway, laughing at the rambunctious cubs. “Your kids are excited for the party,” Jag smirked at the canine couple.

	“You mean OUR kids,” Vapor quipped back, setting the tiger-wolf boy down to go play with the other cubs.

	Izzy laughed, “Hey, when they’re at your house, they’re yours! Still, credit where credit’s due. We all sure make adorable cubs.”

	“Yep,” Fang nodded as Ashlee scampered off to join the others. “Indeed we do!”