A cry rang out through the valley, "I'm cumming, eh!". The ferals birds, having dealt with these outbursts for the past few hours, just ignored the beaver man riding on the feral moose. Baby New Year, however, found this a bit harder to ignore, as it was hir bum the beaver had just came in. The seed tried it's best to stay in hir, but at this point there wasn't much room left, forcing the spooge to ooze out into hir diaper like the last five loads.			The beaver panted heavily, his red uniform drenched in sweat. After regaining limb control, he reached into one of his saddle bags and withdrew a canteen, which he greedily sucked down the contents of. "HAH! Oh, that's refreshing, eh! Oh, sorry, dear! Did you want some water, too?", he said offering the canteen to the golden retriever pup in his lap. The pup just raised a paw, one finger extended, in response.						Baby New Year was too focused on the pleasurable sensations. The beaver's rob embedded in hir. The large amount of cum, both his and hirs, being barely contained by hir cloth diaper. And of course, the steady pace of their moose mount, carrying them soutward towards America, who's each step bounced hir and hir cum-soaked diaper on the man's lap.		THe pup quickly lowered hir paw and had it join hir other in firmly gripping the moose's neck as each bounce sent waves of pleasure through hir. As shi leaned forward, this forced some of the spunk in hir diaper right up hir cunny. The feeling of the warm, slimy substance being slowly forced into hir was too much. The toddler squealed out, hir own orgasm rocking hir small frame, as hir own seed was once more added to the collection in hir diaper.													The beaver gently rubbed hir small back as shi pnted into the moose's neck, his paw getting a little spunk on it everytime it dipped toward the top of hir diaper. "You okay there, sweetie?", he asked, feeling hir ragged breathes through hir back. Shi responded by holding out a paw. The man handed over the canteen, only to amusadly watch as shi guzzled down nearly twice as much as he had.									After emptying the canteen, the pup fell forward once more, hir breathing still depp, but far less ragged. After a moment, shi was able to sit back up, even wiggling hir butt around the man's cock teasingly, and handed him the empty canteen. The beaver's eyes fluttered a little involuntarily, but he was able to replace the canteen in the saddle bag.				"So I got a question for ya, if you don't mind, Miss New Year", The beaver asked as he gently groped hir pregnant tummy. The pup turned to look at him in acknowledgement, though shi kept panting, hir tongue lolled out the side of hir maw. "Well, I was just wondering, and I'm not complaining or anything, being a mountie can a little lonely sometimes, ya know? But, um, aren't you supposed to be doing this with the Spirit of Canada Day? Not some random schmuck like me?".								A smile spread across the pups face. She did her best to sit up and twist around to face him, causing spunk to be squeezed out the leg holes of hir diaper and drip down hir legs. "But I am giving my blessing to the Spirit of Canada Day! The people of Canada are it's spirit, just like any mother is the spirit of Mother's Day!". "Well, shucks, Miss New Year. You sure know how to make a guy feel special. I mean, you coulda chose anyone in Canada and you chose me!", the beaver said, giving the pup a firm but gentle hug. 					"SPANK TAIL!", came a young voice from behind them. The beaver mountie turned back sheepishly, looking apologetuically at the head of a little lamb girl sticking out of the moose's tailhole. "I'm so sorry darling, I forgot you were there! Let me take care of that for you". The little lamb smiled as the beaver's large, flat tail rose up to his back before slamming down on the moose's large rump.									SMACK!!! The sound echoed throughout the valley, though it was quickly followed up by the sound of the moose grunting and the lamb squealing in pleasure. The little lamb's body was squeezed tightly on all sides as the spanking put the already overstimulated animal over the edge. The moose stood stock still for a moment, feeling the lamb's orgasm body spasm inside him, before letting out a loud grunt, and blasting his pent up spunk in a line across the ground stretching nearly a meter in front of him. 						"I guess Trudeau needed a release, too, eh?", the beaver said, listening to his trusty steed panting. It didn't take long, however, for the moose to begin walking again, once more bouncing his riders up and down. Baby New Year leaned back against the beaver and smiled up at him, "Happy Canda Day! Ready for round eight?".