"Well, I'll get us started", Mr. Stephans began, smiling from the head of the table at his family and guests, "I'm thankful for my family being back together, especially my lovely wife Deborah". The golden retriever placed a  paw on her's. Deborah returned his warm smile, "And I'm thankful to be here. I'm also thankful that our mended family is still growing". She gave a seductive smile as she squeezed the bubble butt of the beskirted bear boy on her lap.		The bear cub giggled cutely as he felt the woman's paw snake it's way under his skirt and into the front of his diaper. He spoke up as she began to roll his bits around between her fingers, "I- ooh- I am thankful f-f-fORRR being so-ohhh warmly w-welCOMED into your f-f-family. Especially to 'gasp' Mr. St-tephans, f-for letting m-meeEEEE bang his wiiiFFFFFFE!". Everyone chuckled as the woman playful messed up his little speech. Mr. Stephans leaned in and kissed the boy on the lips, "If I'm jealous of anyone, it would be my wife for landing a cutie like you!".											On the other side of his father, Champ	contently rubbed his pregnant belly, "Well, you all know what I'm thankful for". He reached over and took his sister's paw in his own, "But I'm also thankful that we could have one more year with you, Rebecca". Baby New Year smiled back, giving his paw a firm squeezed in return, "And I'm so thankful we could all be together". Shi gave hir own heavily pregnant little belly a gentle rub, "And, of course, for the continued existence of New Year babies".								"How about you, dear?", Mr. Stephans asked the lamb toddler sitting at the opposite end of the table. Everyone turned to look at her, as she reached under the table to grab something. There was an awkward silence as they heard the distinct sound of diaper tapes being undone, followed by a wet sucking sound, and finally a loud 'POP!'. The little lamb sat up straight and slammed a massive horse cock dildo on the table, pointing straight up. It was pitch black, nearly half a meter long, veiny, and leaned slightly to the side. The toddler wrapped the faux phallus in a big, tight hug, getting her own cunny juice all over her cheek.		Everyone blushed heavily, unable to look away as the little lamb stood up on her chair, placed the massive dildo on it, and proceeded to re-impale herself upon it. The assembled furs could clearly see the outline of the sex toy in her torso, as she retaped up her diaper. Finally, she leaned back in her chair, relaxing as she reached down into the disposable garment and flipped a switch, causing her whole body to rock with spasms as the toy began to vibrate heavily within her.								"Well- er, It's a lovely spread, Mom", Champ said, complimenting the bountiful food while tearing his eyes away from the lamb as her toy went 'THUMP' 'THUMP' 'THUMP'. "Why, thank you, dear", she replied, the more experienced woman replied, able to maintain her composure better than her eight year old son, "But I can't take credit for everything. Your sister supplied the turkey".										All eyes followed her paw as she motioned toward the only platter of food on the crowded table to still be covered by a lid. "You know how it is, I never get holidays off!", Baby New Year said, climbing onto the table. Hir father reached and held hir paw, helping the pregnant padded toddler manuever through the maze of dishes. Finally she reached the turkey platter, letting go of hir daddy, and patting the domed lid triumphantly.			"Allow me to introduce my special guest for the evening...", she said lifting the lid away, "Tom, the Thanksgiving Turkey!". The family gave a mildly surprised collective gasp as Baby New Year revealead a very much alive and uncooked feral turkey sitting proudly on one of Mrs. Stephans best platters. "Hiya folks!", the turkey said cheerfully, bouncing his head up and down making his voice wobble slightly.								A quiet fell over the room, only the deep thumping of the lambs vibrator could be heard. "Um...", Champ spoke up, "Are we supposed to eat a live, talking turkey?". Tom the Turkey turned and smiled as best he could with a beak, "Ya sure are, sonny! But first..!". Baby New Year stepped behind the fat bird and slapped his feathered ass, "First he needs a good stuffing!".												Shi smoothly popped the tapes off hir diaper, caught the garment before it could land in the mashed potatoes, and tossed it to the lamb, who promptly started sniffing it's seat. "Champ?", shi said, holding out a paw to him. The boy looked to his father for approval, but noticed the man was busy undoing his pants. The boy shrugged and took his sister's paw. 	Shi pulled him onto the table, where he promptly stepped right into the cranberry sauce. "Oops!", the boy said, looking at his mother apologetically. "It's- ohohh- okay dear, just h-help your ssssssistER stuff thAT bird!", Mrs. Stephans said, having pushed the bear cub under the table to eat her out under her dinner dress. Champ's blush only deepened as he came up next to his baby sister.									"So, what do you want me to do?", the puppy boy asked. Baby New Year lined hirself up with Tom's plump backside and slammed forward, illiciting a pleasured 'GOBBLE!' from the bird, "Well, while I stuff the turkey, you can stuff me!". Shi shoke hir tiny butt seductively at her brother. He blushed heavily at hir familiar infant backside, quickly losing his diaper, and placed his paws on hir tiny hips.									"Oh wait!", Baby New year suddenly yelped. Champ was so focused on guiding his rock hard member into his sister, that hir sudden cry caused him to leap nearly a meter in the air. He landed flat on his butt in the cranberry sauce. He stared up at the ceiling lamp, startled and embarrassed. "W-what happened!?", the 	cranberry keistered cub asked, staring up at his sister.								 				"Can you grab that from her?", Baby New Year said, pointing to the lamb. "Grab whaAAAAAAHHH!!", Champ exclaimed, looking behind him to see a razor sharp carving knife only centimeters from his face. "Dear?", Mr. Stephans asked, pausing his noisy masturbation to give hir a concerned look. "Don't worry, daddy! It's part of the ritual", Baby New Year reassured him while taking the knife from hir nervous brother.					"You're not going to use that on us, are you?", Champ asked timimdly, having flashbacks of the Halloween ritual. The pregnant herm pup gave him an annoyed look, "Come on, Champ! It's Thanksgiving, not the Purge! Why would the ritual involve violence?". Mrs. Stephans gave a sharp inhale, trying to speak without moaning too much, "Yeah cause Mother's Day was joyfull for all parties involved".							"Oh come on! I apologized for that! You know I had to for my job!", Baby New Year said, putting hir paws on hir hips defensively. "You and that psychotic little sheep shot me!", Deborah said, her thighs clamping down on the bear cubs head uncomfortably. "Hey! She's not a psycho! She's my bodygua-". "You don't even know her name!". "I DON"T NEED TO KNO-!!!".												"Hey! Hey! Hey!", The turkey started shouting and flapping his wings erratically, "Come now! You're family! Are you really gonna let past pain ruin future happiness?". Baby New Year and Mrs. Stephans both turned away, ashamed at themselves, simultaneously saying, "No...". The turkey gave them each a comforting smile, "Now, kiss and make up!". 		Mother and daughter paused for a moment, then turned to face one another again. "Rebecca", Mrs. Stephans began, "I'm sorry about how I reacted to you being chosen for Baby New Year. I know it's an important and honorable calling. I just didn't want to lose my baby girl!". Tears stared to well up on the woman's face as she locked eyes with her pup.			 In return, Baby New Year had to sniffle a few times before she could respond, " I forgive you, Mommy! And I'm sorry we shot you! And raped you! And forced our way into your womb! And then forced you to spend the next month naked! And then made you face Daddy and Champ like that! And pulled Champ into your womb against your will! And that I stole $5 from your purse last week!". "You stole money from my purse!".				The turkey spoke up again, "Hey now! Simmer down! Everyone is forgiving everyone else, okay?". He looked from mom to child, as they nodded with tears in their eyes. They both leaned forward, mom over the table and chld over the turkey, and embraced in an awkward, but emotional hug. 										"Hey! I thought you guys were gonna kiss!", Champ chimed in, wiping cranberry sauce off his butt with his mother's fancy napkins. The gals rolled there eyes, not really that annoyed by the boy killing there moment. They looked at each other for a moment, before Mrs. Stephans shrugged and shoved her tongue down her toddler's throat.				"Fuck, that's hot! Don't stop!", Mr. Stephans said, his eyes rolling back as he held something between his legs. The ladies stopped sucking face to see what had him so entranced, only to see a samll, wool covered head bounce up and down almost violently fast between his thighs. "WELL! At least someone's having fun! How are you doing dea- Oh dear!", Mrs. Stephan yelped as she realized the bear cub had been suffocating between her bare thighs.												She quickly pulled her legs apart, causing the cub to flop unceremoniously to the hardwood floor. Mrs. Stephans stared in horror for a moment, before taking a sigh of relief, "Oh thank gods! He's just unconscious. Holy hell, I did not want to bury another boyfriend!". "What was that, honey", Mr. Stephans said, struggling to focus on his surroundings. "Nothing dear, go back to your toddler throat".									The man complied, ignoring whatever his wife had been talking about and enjoying the heavily vibrating lamb's throat. "See! This is what the season is about! Family togetherness and forgiveness!", the turkey exclaimed, happy everyone was getting in the spirirt. Baby New Year slapped the bird on the plump ass affectionately, "Oh yeah! And speaking of the season, we got a ritual to complete, Mister!".						"Well, alright!", the turkey said in a fluttery, sing-songy voice as the pup began to thrust into him, "Let's get this show on the proverbeal road!". Baby New Year reached back and and grabbed Champ's arm, motioning him to join in the thrusting. THe still purple, but no longer dripping, boy blushed as he dropped the, now ruined, fancy napkin and proceeded to enter the familiar warmth of his baby sister's cunny.							The was able to quickly bury himself up to his knot, his own pregnant belly resting against hir back as hir own prodigious tum tum lay atop the lower back of the plump turkey. The lad took a deep breath, glancing at his parents still pleasuring themselves in front of him and his sister, before beginning to move back and forth. His sister quickly matched his rhthym, allowing the eight year old to hump hir tiny toddler form forward into the turkey's cloaca.													It didn't take long for the moaning to start, as the boy couldn't help but remember learning about avain anatomy in school. Emily Johannason and Kwimbai Wong had each happily volunteered to let the other students get some hands on time with there peacock and woodpecker loins. Even as he slammed his sister into the spirit of Thanksgiving, he couldn't stop thinking about how Emily had laid an egg and let all the students with penises squirt all over it, in the hopes that at least one of them would get to be the daddy.			The thought made a shiver travel up the boy's spine. He already had his best friend growing inside as a baby, and his sister had an egg containing the next Baby New Year growing in hir, AND they were plowing the plumpest avain butt he had ever seen. He couldn't help but hope that he had a new, sexy little avian baby waiting for him down the road.		"Oh gods, Champ! You are so eager today. Whatever you're daydreaming about, k-keep it up!", Baby New Year said as hir big brother started almost mindlessly pounding hir tight cunny. "Ooh! Oh! Y-yes, indeed, lad!", the turkey chimed in, "Y-you keep it up! You're stealing the show, young fella!".									"Sp-peaking of! It- It's t-time fOR the finale!", Baby New Yer said as hir brother mating hir like a wild beast (Into a wild beast), pushed toward hir limit."HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!", shi suddenly screamed as hir orgasm hit hir, simultaneously using the still held knife to lop the turkey's head off. Champ, mom, and dad all came in an intense wave of physical emotion and confusion, as the bird's smiling head hit the table and a veritable fountain of blood sprayed right at Mr.Stephans, coating him in the reddest bukkake of his life.				Everyone took several minutes to ride out one of the most intense orgasms of their lives. While they did, the bear cub woken and climbed out from under the table, and surveyed the scene before him, "What the FUCK!!!".							Baby New Year just looked at him as hir broihter paased out with his knot tied firmly inside hir, "Well we still have to eat the turkey, duh!".