The SUV pulled rolled to a stop next to the pickup truck on the sparsely wooded hill. The driver, a slightly husky aardvark in a green uniform and khaki shorts, cut the engine off. "Alright troops, pile out!", he said, exiting the vehicle and take a deep breath of the cool evening air.											"Hello, Stephans family!", the aardvark exclaimed. "Hi Scoutmaster Harper!", came the voices of Baby New Year and hir brother Champ from the bed of the truck. The scoutmaster waved to them, and their otherwise occupied mother, before walking over to Mr. Stpehans, who was busy flipping meat on a barbeque. "How's it going, Chuck?", the cooking golden retriever asked.									Meanwhile, six cub scouts, in full uniform, piled out of the SUV and surrounded the truck bed. Four climbed up on the tailgate, while the other two clambered up a tire on either side, and smiled at the sight that greeted them. There, lying on a pile of thick blankets, was Mrs. Stephans. The golden retriever woman was completely naked, wearing only a content grin as her two children suckled her breasts, while she had a paw down the back of each of their pull-ups, groping their small bums.								Baby New Year and Champ released their mother's nipples, a trickle of milk dripping down their chins, as they looked up at the cub scouts. "Hi guys! Wanna play?", Baby New Year asked. That was all the encouragement the cub scouts needed as they vault of the sides of the truck and started removing their uniforms, revealing that each had on a pull-up of their own under their skirts.											"Oh! You guys! You didn't have to wear those silly things just for me!", Baby New Year said, noticing hir own face was printed on the fronts of the training pants. One of the cubs, a  short meerkat, spoke up cheerfully, "Well, after Champ sold me your old pull-up, the whole school found out and started wearing them!".  Champ stood and gave his friend a big hug, their pull-ups grinding intimately against each other.							Another cub, a familiar looking bear boy, spoke up, "Hi Mrs. Stephans! Did you enjoy the cookies?". The woman's eyes widened for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure, giving the bear boy a shy nod. "Ohmygerdshi'ssocute!!!", a fluffy alpaca girl squealed, picking up the much smaller Baby New Year and snuggling hir in her fluffy arms. "Careful, Samantha! Don't squeeze hir tummy!", the lynx girl next to her said. The alpaca girl quickly placed the puppy back on hir feet, "I'm sorry! I forgot you would be pregnant by now!". 												"Come on, Sam! We just learned about the New Year cycle in school two months ago. How could you have forgotten already?", said a third girl, a plump tapir. "Oh lay off her, Trisha! If she hadn't brought spare pull-ups you'd be the only one here wearing panties!", said a thin monkey boy whose prehensile tail was working it's way into the back of Champ's pull-up. 												"You cubs stop arguing! I don't wanna have to dole out demerits!", Scoutmaster Harper said over his shoulder, the cubs instantly calming down in the face of potential bad marks on their records. Chuck chuckled to himself as he turned back to chat with Mr. Stephans, "So as I was saying, Gerald, the fireworks should be starting soon. I heard they sprang for the fancy stuff this year".									"Think we have time to finish the burgers and weiners?", Mr. Stephans asked, flipping a patty. "Well, maybe if you had a little 'help'", Chuck whispered into the Gerald's ear. A smile crept across the retriever's face as he whispered back, "Oh, I'm always open to more 'help'". "More?", Chuck asked, raising an eyebrow. Gerald just smiled and pulled his apron forward, revealing a small lamb girl underneath. The sheep girl was busy deep-throating the man's cock, a paw fondling his balls, while the other was buried in the front of her pull-up, furiously fingering her little cunny.							The scoutmaster waved to the toddler, who happily returned the greeting, "I see. Though I do notice there is a vacancy in the rear...". Gerald pat the aardvark on the shoulder, "By all means, have at it!". And have at it he did, quickly removing his khaki shorts, revealing his bare flesh beneath. He positioned himself behind the father of two, yanked down the man's pants, and eased himself in.									Back in the truck bed, the cubs had began pairing off. Champ had his friend Billy bent over the side, energetically humping his friend, their pull-ups pull downed just enough to allow access. On the blanket next to them, the monkey and lynx were sixty-nining, the girl moaning in pleasure as the thin boy split his attention between eating out her cute cunny and working his tail into Champ's butt. 								Atop one of the wheel wells Baby New Year was being held in the lap of Samantha, the fluffy alpaca, who seemed more interested in petting hir pregnant tummy than yiffing. However, Trisha, the plump tapir girl, was definitely more sexually aggresive, as she was on her knees before the two, her floppy snout buried in the pup's cunny while she ate out the alpaca girl. The pup just relaxed in the the girls' embrace, content with with their sof ttouches as she watched the others play.									And finally in the center of the truck bed, the bear cub was sitting flat on his naked butt, his paws tied behind him with his own pull-up, another one, originally belonging to the monkey boy, was stuffed into his maw. He had a look of corncern in his eyes as Mrs. Stephans forcefully rode his member. "Guess you'll be earning your light bondage badge, huh boy?", the retriever woman asked the boy, lifting his chin with a finger. The boy tilted his head to the side, slightly embarassed. "Oh, already have that one do ya, naughty boy. How 'bout your fem-dom badge?", she asked, gently twisting one of his nipples. Despite the pain, the boy's eyes lit up, confirming he would indeed be earning a new badge for his coveted collection.		Back at the grill, Mr. Stephans was moaning into his chef's hat, the scoutmaster having stuffed it in there so he wouldn't disturb the cubs in the truck bed. He flipped one last wiener before setting his tongs aside. "All done, Gerald?", the aardvark asked. The retriever man responded by leaning back into Chuck, clamping his ass muscles down on the aardvarks cock, and flooding the little lamb girl's throat with thick seed.						The scoutmaster pulled out, ignoring his own denied orgasm as he held his friend up, not wanting the man to fall on the hot grill. "Whoa there, Gerald, I got ya!", Chuck said as he and the lamb helped the man to a nearby chair, "You just catch your breath now. I'm sure me and your little toddler friend can find some way to occupy ourselves while you finish preparing the food". He looked down to see if the toddler had a similiar mindset, only for a shiver to go up his spine as she held up a huge horse cock strap-on for him to see.			In the truck bed, Champ had turned his friend around, plowing his little bum from the front as he felt the monkey boy's back against his, with nearly half a meter of fuzzy, prehensile tail squirming around inside his rectum. All this, coupled with the perverse feeling of his sister's pull-up grinding against his friends put the retriever boy over the edge. Champ came hard into his best friends tailhole, the feeling made all the more intense as his own backside clamp down hard, jamming the monkey's tail against his prostate.			Billy's mind swam as his friend filled up his bum with boy juice. He leaned forward and shoved his tongue down the pup's throat as the front of his pull-up filled with the product of his own orgasm. The monkey boy was pinned in place as Champ's orgasm clamped down on his tail. He was helpless as the lynx girl suddenly slipped her pull-up around both their legs and yanking it up, thus squeezing their joined sexes tightly together as they orgasmed together.											On the wheel well, Samantha cried out in orgasm as Trisha buried her arm into her cunny, the plump tapir in turn spraying her own girl juices in unison with Baby new Year as they scissored on the blanket in front of the fluffy alpaca. In the center, Mrs. Stephans came for the second time on the bear cub's little cock, the boy joining her as his spunk shot up into her. As she untied the sore boy, she whispered in his ear, "I'm gonna untie you now, but just so you know; we're far from even. In fact, I think you're coming home with me tonight". The boy whimpered, but his instantly rehardened member betrayed his excitement.			Slowly, each of the cubs untangled themselves from one another, except for the monkey and lynx, who decided to keep sharing the smaller girl's pull-up. With Mrs. Stephans help they all clambered out of the truck bed and made there way over to a nearby picnic table where they were greeted with both hot food and the sight of the scoutmaster bent over the table, the little lamb girl hot-dogging his ass with a massive horse cock strap-on.		Before anyone could say anything, the fireworks began. Explosions of various colors, but most prominently reds, whites, and blues filled the night sky above them. Baby New Year stared up at the pretty lights in awe, whispering, "Happy Fourth of July, everyone". Mr. Stephans took a seat next to the scoutmaster, patting him on the shoulder, "You gonna be okay there, Chuck? It's gonna be hard to see the fireworks like that". 					The aardvark turned to look at the man as the little lamb suddenly slammed the entirety of the horse cock into his ass, "Oooohhh! I'm can see fireworks just fine!".