Imprint of inextinguishable summer.
By Whurlak
Arumorph - anthropomorphic creatures inhabiting this world.
Part 1 - Storm
Chapter 1 - Darkness over the forest.
It was mid-July, a terrible heat hung in the air, for almost two weeks the thermometer did not drop below eighty-six degrees Fahrenheit. Surfaces on the street were so hot that they breathed fire, the air was dry and odorless - it seemed sterile.
At this time of year, if you wanted to stay alive, you had to stock up on a ton of ice cream or spend the day swimming in cool water. What, in fact doing a young wolf named Max, – ‘Maximilian Darkon’ to be precise, but he likes the short name more, it reminded him of the hero of one of his favorite movies.
Max was an energetic gray wolf, had a thick long coat, which he had to comb every morning. If he decided to dodge his morning routine, wolf cub most often could be caught by his father – then the matter took a much worse turn, because his dad would not let him go until he combed all the pieces of tangled fur, and this, in the cub's opinion, lasted forever!
The withers, ears and tail of the cub were black, and there were also black spots on the knees and elbows. The sapphire eyes that have been studying this bizarre world for eleven years have come to him from his father – as well as intelligence and curiosity.
Max's dad's name was Morgan, and mom's, wolf-cub doesn't remember well. His parents divorced when Max was five years old, and his father raised him alone. They lived on the outskirts of the city in a house that they inherited after the death of grandfather. Selling an apartment in the megapolis, Morgan renovated this old country house, and it became more comfortable than before, even got a swimming pool, in which Max and his friends were currently splashing.
Two wolfs moved into it a little less than a year ago, after the computer company that his dad worked for went bankrupt. Now Morgan sometimes worked as a private repair of any electronic devices and took orders for work on the Internet, but mostly lived on the inheritance left by his father and on some personal savings. Providing himself with a lot of time for the supervision and upbringing of his son.
- Ma-a-ark!!! – Stop jumping into the water next to me, it flies right into my eyes. It's like you're doing it on purpose. Last time, my eyes hurt for two whole days, besides, they itched terribly. How have you not hit your wings on the water yet, after so many jumps?
Complained Noah, a ten-year-old white lynx, wiping his green eyes from the water for the umpteenth time. All his fur was snow white, except for the black tassels on the ears. He was a year younger than his two friends.
He and Max had known each other since childhood, but Noah moved with his parents to this city when he was seven, and was forced to part with the pup. But despite these circumstances, they did not stop communicating, exchanging calls and messages with each other, and when Max came to his grandfather for the holidays, they spent whole days together. On one of these days, Noah introduced him to Mark, whom he met at a new school. He was his first and only friend in this new city, and the lynx trusted him as much as Max.
- Okay! Okay! Don't meow, it's not my fault, you just end up in the wrong place every time I jump into the water – the pool isn't that small, but you manage to catch every splash. And for your information, my wings are much stronger than they seem, the main thing is to group properly. You must plunge yourself at least once too, Noah, - you stand like a float in waist-deep water and do nothing. If I didn't wet you regularly, your ears would have already caught fire from the sun's rays.
Mark Hill is an eleven-year-old golden-eyed hybrid of a flying fox, with black-burgundy fur all over his body - only the muzzle, a short fluffy tail and fur around his neck had a light red hue. Big black ears standing up framed the top of his head. But most of all his winged paws caught the eye – if looked closely, you could see how a fluffy palm with three long fingers began from the wrist, the fourth and fifth formed long phalanges that served as the structure of the wings. The wings themselves had an impressive appearance and were covered with velvety black fur.
 	Mark was a head taller than Max, and for a cub, his body was very muscular – after all, he tried to train as often as possible both at home and in the gym, so any arumorph at school would think twice before running into him. Once he saved Noah from a group of bullies who often intimidate the white lynx when he just transferred to a new school – taking food and money from the kitten. This is how Mark found himself a reliable friend.
- Speaking of floats – hey, gray fool, are you alive there? You've been drifting on your back for ten minutes, not even moving.
A little apart from the two, only a wolf's maw was sticking out of the water, the rest of the pup's body was underwater. Because of the blurred, long fur, Max looked like a big gray dandelion. The head lifted slightly, pulling the ears out of the water.
- Did you say something?
- I asked - how are you doing? – besides being a deaf old fart!
The cub, again plunged his ears under the water and answered:
- I'm doing gre-e-e-at while I'm cool and I don't have to baking in this stupid sun. By the way, could you jump…
Max could not finish the rest. Mark, folding his wings, plopped into the pool like a bomb, splashing not only the lynx but also covering the wolf's nose with a wave.
- Khe-khe, bleh-ah, my nose, khe – damn, wingy, you asked for it.
Clearing his throat, the pup growled, rushed at the bat as soon as he emerged from the water. The boys began to fight, laughter and water flew in different directions, which again did not bypass the white lynx, who tried to get to the metal ladder on the other side of the pool hoping to get out, but eventually closed his eyes, huddled in a corner, trying to protect himself from the spray flying into him.
The boys suddenly froze when they heard a thunderclap. Looking toward the dense green forest lying not so far from the territory of the house of wolves, they saw purple clouds slowly growing on the horizon.
The cat abandoned the idea of a ladder and, taking advantage of the lull, tried to climb up to the edge of the pool, but because of the wet tile, he could not keep his balance and pull himself up - his paws were sliding all the time, black claws clattered uselessly on a hard surface.
- Hey Noah, maybe…wtf – HEY!!! Where is your feline ass going? 
Mark frowned, pricking up his long ears.
- I'm tired and I want to rest. Besides, it's already evening, and a long stay in the water is harmful to fur, and it's simply impossible to be near you two!
The wolf and the bat exchanged glances; smiles began to bloom on their muzzles when a spark of a common idea struck their heads. Slowly they swam up to the lynx from behind and when he almost climbed to the edge, pulled his paws and shoulders back. As a result, he fell right on them, forcing all three cubs to go under the water.
- “Khe-khe, ha-ha-ha-ha” Ha, – no desertion to my watch!
Mark laughed, shaking the water out of his big ears. Max, holding his nose, tried to blow water out of it with a whistle.
- “Keh-keh-heh-heh-heh” – besides, Noah, you should at least sometimes plunge into the water entirely. Ugh! My poor nose. Now the smell of chlorine will stay in it forever, damn, but it was worth it.
The little lynx, shook his head from side to side, shaking off the water. The thick fur was completely wet, stuck to the skinny body, and the size of the cat was reduced by half.
- Ble-ah, frrrh...I-I hate you both!
- Hee-hee-hee, we love you too – snowball.
Footsteps sounded on the stairs above. Looking up, three wet muzzles saw Morgan, Max's father. The wolf had coal-black fur, and was quite tall, with build muscles over which he, like Mark, worked hard in the gym. But against the background of the setting sun, his figure absorbed all these details, and he looked like a black silhouette with a red halo.
- Guys wrap up, it's late, besides – the storm is close. Rinse in the shower and dry out fur properly. Especially you – ‘spotty’, remember last time? When you haven't completely dried your fur. The wet spot on your ass was discovered only when we were standing in line after going to the grocery store.
- Ah-ha-ha-ha!!! Max, well hole – ‘moisturize to the maximum!’ 
Mark remembered the advertising slogan.
- It's a shame I wasn't there. I would have taken a picture of this for memory...ah-ha-ha-ha…
The bat laughed and slapped water with his wing-paw - the splash miraculously flew into the lynx's muzzle.
The pup clenched his paws into fists and puffed out his cheeks.
- Da-a-ad, stop blurting out other people's secrets – and you, ‘raspberry’, shut up! Have you forgotten how you wore pants with a hole in your ass for an entire week at school?
Morgan couldn't help but smile – it was a pleasure to tease these three.
- He-he he-he, I can't help it Maxie, – you look really cute when you're embarrassed. 
The cub puffed out his chest, his tail wagged under the water, creating waves on the surface.
- Da-a-ad! – I'm not cute, don't call me cute like some kind of baby!
- He-he-he-he – hurry up, the rain will start soon. I'm going to bake pancakes and warm tea.
Meanwhile, the dark clouds were creeping closer, and the thunderclaps becoming more frequent. A light breeze blew, carrying away the heat of the day, and bringing with it the smell of rain and wet greenery.
After getting out of the pool, Max, wagging his wet tail, and turned around at another thunderclap. At such moments, he wanted to hide in a dry, safe place, and when darkness fell, watch the force of nature raging outside from the shelter at the same time chewing some yummy. The slap of a wet wing on the shoulder brought him out of his thoughts.
- Hey, 'Well hole', stop flying in the clouds. We need to wash off the chlorine before this rumbling shit covers us. And I have a feeling that if we take turns doing this, we definitely won't have time.
- Don't call me that, and what do you suggest? Get all together? 
- What!? – Hell no! I want to take a shower alone.
- Oh, come on, 'zephyr', are you afraid that we will see your nuts? At school, you somehow wash with a crowd of other arumorphs.
- But, but, at school......
- What!? Are you more shy of us? We're your friends!
- ……………
- I don't want to admit it, but Mark is right – if we wash one by one, we will definitely get into a thunderstorm, and now we are just wasting time arguing in vain.
As if to confirm the wolf's words, another thunderclap sounded in the distance, much closer to them. Everyone looked at the huge black-blue clouds that covered almost half of the green forest and slowly crawled toward them. Mark waved his winged paw at the dark horizon and asked:
- Why didn't any of us notice this farting fucking ass earlier!?
The wolf-cub immediately pressed a finger to his lips and hissed.
- Shhh – hush! Watch your tongue. If my dad hears you swearing, he'll pull your ears off.
- Come on, adults swear much more often, sometimes without even noticing it.
- Well, I warned you, man.
- Aaah, gosh - okay! L-let's get this over with quickly and go inside the house.
Noah gave up, pressing his ears to head after another thunderclap. His wet body trembled slightly, and short tail twitched nervously from behind.
- Ha-ha-ha! – Don't tell me you're afraid of thunder, you're not a baby.
- I'm not... a-afraid, I just d-don't like thunderstorms.
- So why are you shaking then?
- Mark, stop teasing him! Everyone has their own weaknesses. We don't laugh at you when at the sight of any insect you are ready to run with your tail between your legs.
A grimace of disgust twisted the bat's muzzle.
- Oh, fair enough – forgive me, snowball. I didn't mean to offend you, but it's just a loud sound in the sky, yet insects are... br-r-r... it's better not to think about it. Mark hugged himself, wrapped in his wings.
- Never mind, it's just that sometimes you joke about what you shouldn't. Let's go already.
All three entered the shower and undressed from the chlorine-smelling swimming trunks. The room was divided by a corrugated glass partition into two rooms – in the first one was possible to change clothes and dry off with the help of a large portable dryer. In the second, a water sprayer hung on the ceiling. The place was small, but the three cubs felt pretty free.
Unlike Noah, Max was not embarrassed to be naked. He liked to feel his fur free from any clothes. Besides, in the school locker room, he secretly looked at the naked furry bodies of other people. He did not know why, but he was interested in how other species look naked. 
He grew up with lynx and saw him naked many times, but Mark was rarely found without clothes. Even at school, after physical education, he managed to change clothes and take a shower in the blink of an eye.
So, curiosity immediately got the better of Max. As soon as they undressed, the wolf looked at the bat's dick, so different from his own. Mark did not have a sheath like him or Noah – the organ was nine centimeters long, thick at the base and slowly tapering to the end, with black skin becoming light pink closer to the tip. There was a small hollow on the angular head. Below, in the thick wool, hung a pair of balls covered with a short maroon fur.
Looking up, the wolf met Mark's golden eyes. The heat immediately spread across Max’s muzzle, and heart sped up its rhythm, but the bat only grinned and stuck out his pink tongue.
- O-okay, I suggest we soap up together, then wash everything off. It will be faster, and we will save water, but first let's just rinse off the chlorine and wet our fur.
All three stood under the showerhead, Max, standing on tiptoe, pulled the metal lever to the side of it. Water gushed in warm streams from above, soaking the furry bodies and washing away the chlorine. After standing for a couple of minutes enjoying the warm water, Max said:
- Mark, you're higher – turn off the shower. I think that's enough.
The bat raised his wingy-paw and returned the lever to its original position.
- Oh, wolfy! – Will you help me soap my back? I can't reach with my wings.
- Um ok-kay.
Mark turned his back, and taking a bottle of shampoo from the paws of white lynx, handed it to the wolf over his shoulder.
After pouring some liquid on his palms, Max tentatively touched the bat, starting to rub it into the short fur, surprised at how soft it felt. Running his paws between the wings, wolf rubbed the tip of his finger along the membrane of the wing, which was covered with dark velvety fur. The skin was thin, with a web of veins on it - they could be felt under the pad of a finger. Mark shuddered, a slight shiver went through his body, and his short tail pressed against his buttocks.
- C-could you not touch the wings in this way – it's terribly ticklish.
- S-sorry, I'm just curious.
The wolf bit his lip, holding back a laugh - it looks like he discovered his friend's weakness, taking note to take advantage of it in the future.
- Curious!? I asked to lather my back, not to study m......oorh-oh!
The bat arched, releasing a heavy guttural moan when the wolf's paws went all over his back, lightly touching the skin with claws, and started to rub soap foam into the lower back.
- “His fur is so soft.”
Thought the wolf, moving his fingers.
- “Like silk, and so short - I wish I had such fur, then I wouldn't have to spend forty minutes combing every day. Heh, but these wings – how does he deal with them at all? If I had such, I would always cling to something with them and eventually tear apart, or make a hole.”
- Hey, shaggy brain, – of course I appreciate the massage, but you've been rubbing my ass for five minutes already...ah! I wouldn't say it's not pleasant, but even I'm getting embarrassed.
Max froze, with his paws still squeezing the bat's butt cheeks. He was so lost in thought that he stopped thinking about what he was doing.
- I'm s-s-sorry, I a-accidentally. You have a very soft fur and I...I...
- Relax, you have gentle paws; it was nice for me. Now turn around, let me return the favor.
Slowly pulling away from Mark, the wolf-cub turned his back to him. Soon he felt deft fingers running down his back, slowly starting to rub shampoo into the fur. After massaging the shoulder blades, the paws moved to the lower back. Max let out a guttural growl, feeling a pleasant tingling sensation when the wing's claws touched the delicate skin under his fur.
- “Aaarrrh, it's really feels good when someone else does it.”
Up to this point, watching advertisements for massage salon, Max did not understand why the arumorphs would throw their money at it. Now the realization that it feels so damn nice has slowly reached him. Pressing his ears to head, and slightly arching his back, the wolf-cub with closed eyes enjoyed the gentle touches. His tail wagged from side to side with crazy speed, occasionally brushing Mark's groin. Max was brought out of his trance by two wet wings wrapped around his body in a warm soggy embrace, and something hard pressed against his ass.
- W-w-what the heck are you d-doing, Mark? I'm not your cuddle pillow!
The wolf sluggishly freed himself from the velvety wings. Turning his head, he saw Noah staring at them with wide emerald eyes. His whole body was covered with foam and wet fur sticking out in different directions, like needles.
- Um-m, guys, hurry up. I can't just stand in the soap while you're both busy with hell knows what.
The lynx's gaze fell on the wolf-cub's groin, and a blush of embarrassment filled his muzzle. A red tip could be seen from the gray sheath – it jumped out and hid when Max shifted from foot to foot.
- "M-Max....y-y-your... y-you... – what's wrong with it!?"
The lynx tried to squeeze the words out of himself – pointing with a trembling finger at the wolf's penis. Max looked down and almost howled with embarrassment. This usually happened to him in the morning, sometimes if he touched his sheath with a paw, or looked at other guys in the locker room. In such situations, Max always covered himself before someone saw it, and then everything went by itself, but now he was caught red-handed. A muzzle peeked out from behind his wet shoulder, looking down.
- Ha! Looks like the wolf’s Excalibur fell out of its sheath.
The wolf-cub turned away from his friends in embarrassment and squatted down, wrapping his wet tail around his legs. The cheeks of his muzzle were burning, Max was ready to fall into the ground. Noah didn't know what to say, so he looked sternly at Mark – making it clear that now was not the time for his jokes. Flying Fox realized without him that the situation was serious. Now Mark had to do what his brother had recently done, accidentally catching him naked and with a giant boner. Slowly approaching the wolf, the bat crouched down next to him and putting his paw on the gray shoulder, said:
- Hey Max, I'm sorry – it's okay, you don't need to be ashamed or anything like that, it's a natural reaction of your body. This means that you have grown up – turning from a small pup into a powerful wolf.
The bat, frowning, paused, thinking about something of his own, then continued.
- If it's any comfort, I've been in a similar situation. You see, one day I sneaked into my brother's room and found one of those magazines with naked arumorphs. It so happened that on that day my brother took a day off from work, finding me on his couch, naked, with a strong boner. I was so busy looking at the magazine that when I heard his voice behind me, jumped almost to the ceiling, nearly turning the table over with my dick. So, don't worry – we're all friends here and no one will tell anyone about this.
Max slowly raised his head, carefully looking into Mark's golden eyes. The foam slightly dried on his fur, making it wooden.
- Did you really almost turn the table over with your sausage?
There was silence for a second, and then the shower room exploded with laughter. The lynx was laughing bent over, shaking off clumps of foam.
- Ha-ha-ha! Yes, but keep your maw shut – it's just between us! If either of you blab, I'll shave you both. By the way, maybe we'll turn on the water already - my ass is pinching from shampoo.
This caused a new fit of laughter. The wolf-cub slowly got up and looked down at his groin, his red traitor had already hidden by this time.
Having gathered under the water sprayer, the cubs washed off the foam and the remnants of chlorine. While they were shaking off the water, there was a loud knock on the door outside.
– Hey! You didn't drown there? The rain is already dripping - wiggle your tails or get stuck in the shower for a long time.
Max looked up at the two small windows from above. There was no blue sky left, only dark clouds.
- PA, WE'RE COMING OUT!!! Well, it looks like there's no time left for properly drying.
After drying fur a little with towels, boys wrapped them around their waists and went outside. A strong gust of wind with occasional raindrops hit them in the muzzles, forcing to press ears to heads.
Max's father was standing nearby and looking at the dark horizon. His black fluffy tail was fluttering in the air, and a blue shirt with white shorts flapped in the wind. Dark dots from the rain quickly appeared on the fabric.
Seeing his father so lonely and looking into the distance, Max's heart ached - it wasn't the first-time cub had seen him so thoughtful and detached, but now, in the shadows, under the beginning rain, the adult wolf looked completely devastated.
- “How could Mom leave him for some stupid job? He is so kind and responsive, always ready to help in difficult times, attentive to all the little things – so why did she leave?”
Max had thought about her before, those fragments of their quarrels with his father that he heard with his ear pressed to the door of their bedroom and that last hug she gave him before leaving. Looking at his father now, the cub felt such sadness as he had never felt in his life. A second later, everything was gone, as soon as the black head turned in his direction.
Hearing the sound of the door slamming under the pressure of the wind, Morgan's ears twitched, and he looked at the cubs. A toothy smile immediately lit up his muzzle, but it didn't seem real to Max, rather forced.
- What in the world took you so long? I see you all haven't even started drying.
- It's all because of Noah, Mr. Morgan – he washed his ass so thoroughly that we lost track of time.
The bat chattered. White lynx stretched out a paw pinching Mark's wing.
- Ouch!!! – What the f...heck? I was just kidding.
- Heh-heh-heh, ok, dry off in the house. Now, chop-chop - run inside! Oh, by the way, don't spread your wings to the sides, Marky, or a gust of wind will blow you away.
- Ha-ha-ha, not bad, Mr. Morgan.
The two cubs raced up the stairs holding a towel around their waists. Max started to follow them too, but then stopped, looking at his father.
- Daddy, are you okay?
- What are you talking about, Maxie?
 - I...I don't know.
The older wolf stared at him in silence for a few seconds, or rather through him, and it even seemed to Max, that he had completely forgotten about his presence.
- Those two will eat all the pancakes while you're standing here with your ears down. Come on – shoo-in the house!
Hesitantly, the wolf-cub hurried after his friends, feeling a certain heaviness in his chest that he could not explain. Morgan followed him with his eyes, look one last time at the dark forest and heavy clouds, then walking after Max.
The house was behind a garden that Max's grandfather had grown. It was a small wooden cottage with two floors and a large glass veranda on the right side. The left side of the house, and the attic itself, were entwined with vines of wild grapes. Many folks purposely grew it, the plant took away moisture, and in summer it gave shade. With their help, in the heat, the house did not feel like a microwave oven.
Morgan almost caught up with the cubs when they disappeared behind the oak door of the rear facade. The rain slowly began to gain full force.
Because of the storm, it was quite dark inside the house. The boys ran to the second floor to Max's room, where they left their clothes before swimming in the pool. Turning on the light, they wiped themselves with towels a little more, but the fur remained wet. Because of that, they put on only shorts so that the rest of the body dries faster.
- Damn it! We forgot to wash and hang our swimming trunks to dry.
- Forget it, Wolfy, nothing will happen to them...well, maybe they will become a little more stinky than before.
- Mark, it's not funny. Dad will make me wash them later.
- Pfff…
- Max! You said you had a new game. Will you show me? Or better yet, lend me it for a while!
Noah, who was always crazy about consoles and games, could not restrain his impatience.
- Temper your ardor, it's a fighting game! It's not interesting to play it alone. I was planning to do it with you today, but I'm afraid it won't work because of the thunderstorm.
The lynx flattened his ears and made big green eyes looking at the wolf from the bottom up in a pleading expression on his muzzle.
- Awww, can we still play? Please-please-please…
- Don't use my tricks, Noah. They won't work on me.
Max smiled and pressed the kitten's nose with his finger.
- Boooop!
- Damn, I'm already tired of my games, and my parents don't want to buy anything new.
- That's because your cat brains will soon be baked from sitting in front of the TV for a long time. As a result, we will have to take you to a nuthouse, where mad scientists will conduct all sorts of experiments on you.
- Oh, come on, Mark, you're just jealous because you don't even have a TV yourself. 
The bat's golden eyes immediately dimmed - Noah did not consciously hit his sore spot. Yes, Mark didn't have a TV, or rather it was out of reach. The old TV-box was occupied most of the time by his father, who watched it day after day sitting in a worn-out chair pouring gallons of booze into himself.
The Hill family was poor, Mark's mother, Helen, worked shifts in the laundry, most often at night. Father – Greg, as long as Mark remembered him, never stayed at work for more than a month. Because of his wild behavior and constant drunkenness, he was quickly kicked out. For the past two years, he has stopped looking for work at all, turning into an anchor. Andrew, Mark's older brother, was twenty-nine years old. He helped his mother as much as he could and looked after Mark. For many years, Andrew tried to reason with his father, but it always ended in a quarrel, and the last time, it even came to a fight.
Mark usually spent his weekdays on the street walking alone or with friends, and if the weather did not allow, he locked himself in his room reading books and listening to an old radio with headphones so as not to attract the attention of a drunk dad. Their relationship was hostile, to say the least. Since childhood, the bat-cub has received only negativity, hatred and contempt from his father. Greg did not consider Mark his son, because neither he nor his wife had a burgundy fur color. He believed his wife was fucking on the side and was not afraid to express these thoughts out loud and directly in the cub's muzzle.
Mark did not tell his friends about his family, and never invited them to his home. Now, seeing his friend's sad muzzle, only Max understood how much the lynx's words had hurt him. After all, he was the only one who visited the burgundy flying bat.

Chapter 2 - Requiem for childhood.
	It happened in the spring of last year. Max and his father came to his grandfather for the May holidays – by that time the old wolf was already in poor condition. The illness confined him to bed, and he could not walk, but he spoke freely, and was glad to see relatives. Morgan hired a nurse to watch over him and take care of him around the clock.
	That day Max and his friends went to the park to play ball. And by noon, exhausted, the group decided to take a break for lunch – agreeing to meet at three o'clock. Max and Mark had already become best friends by that time, but the wolf-cub had never been at the bat's house. When he asked him, Mark only came up with excuses. Such as that his parents did not like guests, his mother was tired and sleeping after a night shift, and his father was very sick. Even Noah, who had known Mark for a long time, did not know where he lived. Max was curious, and for all the time that he had known him, these excuses had bored him a lot. So, he decided to follow his friend to his house, warning his father in ahead that he would have a snack at the lynx's place.
After everyone left, Max waited for Mark to go behind the nearest building and followed him. Sneaking after a friend was easy, the wolf-cub did not even have to keep eye contact, he followed his scent.
Mark's house was on the outskirts of town, about half an hour's walk from the park where they played. To get to it, the wolf-cub had to pass through a poor quarter of the city in which he had never been. Walking along the sidewalk, Max began to notice the first changes. There were potholes in the asphalt under the soles of his feet. On the walls of the houses he saw drawings and writings made with spray paint - some were indecent, and others he could not read at all. Plywood was inserted instead of glass in some houses.
With each passing meter it got worse. The cub now tried to stay away from passers-by who were also different from people in the city. Arumorphs were scurrying back and forth - some looked sick, their gait was strange, their clothes were torn and dirty, like zombies from a movie he had recently watched. 
Max walking forward, kept thinking:
- “God, does Mark really walk through this creepy place every day?”
The wolf cub did not want to imagine this quarter at night even for a second, - a thought about it made goosebumps run under his fur.
Pressing his head into his shoulders, he tried not to stand out and follow the scent of his friend, but the heavy stench of slops, sweat and dampness pressed on his sensitive nose – as a result, he realized that the sweet fruity scent of Mark had disappeared.
- “I'm so stupid, - go by smell! I won't watch these stupid movies anymore.”
Panic seized the boy. His small heart was pounding like mad in his chest at the thought of being lost here. Max quickened his pace, and then just rushing forward, hoping to see Mark. Without choosing a path, he maneuvered between people and, after passing two blocks, crashed into a garbage can at full speed. The sound of broken glass echoed off the brick walls, the wolf-cub stretched out on his stomach in a stinking rotten slush, skinning his left knee with blood.
A bear in a greasy coat passing by barked at him:
- Look where you're going, whelp! Are you blind!? I swear - cubs these days.
Rising on his feet, the cub turned to the voice, but there was no one there. Lowering his gaze, he looked at himself: T-shirt in green smelly slime, pants too, a hole on the knee - gently touching it with a paw, Max immediately winced in pain. Thick mucus dripped from the tail.
The panic returned as soon as he remembered about Mark. Taking off from the spot, the cub, slightly limping, ran further down the street.
After leaving the area of multi-storey buildings, Max, dirty and out of breath, ran out onto a wide road where country houses stood on both sides. He felt a wave of relief as soon as he saw the familiar maroon back of the winged figure far ahead. With the last of his strength, the wolf broke into a run again and hurried after his friend.
Mark turned toward a battered two-story house. Once it was painted blue, but the paint eventually peeled off and faded. One window of the first floor was broken and boarded up from the inside with plank – no one bothered removed the sharp glass. There was a rusty swing on the lawn in front of the house, and a garden table with two chairs a little further away. The dirty-white wooden fence around the house is askew in some places, holding on to supports made of broken branches. Somewhere, the planks were simply hammered into the ground and stuck out in different directions like rotten teeth. Nearby, on the yellowed lawn of a neighbor's house, was a post with a holey sign — “for sale!”
Running closer, Max was slightly surprised that Mark did not enter the front door, but walked around the house, hiding behind the back facade.
- “Maybe he forgot the keys."
When he got closer to the house, Max stopped to catch his breath. Looking around, he realized why Mark had never invited friends to his place. A lawn overgrown with weeds, piles of garbage, glass from broken bottles, cigarette butts. In one word - shithole!
In shock, the cub looked at the devastation and could not believe that his friend lived here.
- “How come no one has time to fix a broken window? - not to mention to throw out the garbage. Maybe I made a mistake by following him? If I lived in such a dump, I would also not want to show it to anyone.”
But if his path here was not so painful, the wolf-cub would immediately go back home. Only he did not want to go alone through that hell again, and he did not remember the way.
Having no alternative, Max slowly walked up to the once white fence, crossed the trampled lawn and, muster up courage, knocked on the door. No one answered. He knocked again. This time there was a noise from the house, as if something had fallen on the floor, followed by incoherent muttering, slowly approaching the door. When it opened, a sour wave of fumes of alcohol rushed over the wolf-cub. Sometimes his dad used to drink in the evenings and in the morning, he smelled a slightly like that. Now, this smell has been multiplied a thousand times.
- “Well, I probably don't smell any better.” Max thought.
On the threshold in front of him stood a bat in dirty jeans, torn in some places. He wore nothing from above, the brown fur on his chest was stuck together in some places, and on his massive belly it was burned - pink flesh was visible in the place of burns. The orange fur on his neck was a mess of dirty tangled tufts. Max swore to himself that he would no longer shirk from daily combing. Looking up, he met the gaze of hazy golden eyes. The adult's muzzle looked no better – a scar stretched from the bridge of his nose to his cheek, and half of his left ear was torn off. The bat was staggering slightly, and only the door frame, which he clung to with the claws of his left paw, prevented him from falling.
- Who the fuck are you!? And why the fuck are you staring at me like that? If you're from Jefferson, tell him to fuck off! If he wants to collect the debt, then he can take the risk and come himself, without sending his lousy puppies to me. What kind of ass did you come out of!? You stink like the fermented pussy of some used whore.
Not expecting this, Max realized he was standing with his maw open. He could not understand half of the words he heard, but through the shock, he slowly got that he had been confused with someone else.
- S-s-sorry s-sir, you're confusing me with someone. I came to Mark.
After the shock of what he saw passed, the wolf-cub was again overwhelmed by panic. He thought that Mark's parents would help him with a skinned knee and maybe give him clean clothes, but he definitely did not expect to see ‘this’.
- “Maybe I got the wrong house? No! I clearly saw Mark turn in here. Besides, in front of me is also a bat, well…or something distantly similar to it.”
- It seems that his friends are as defective as he is. I do not know where this red piece of shit is, and frankly, I don't give a fuck! This fucking bastard does nothing but spend my money. Fuck, you're starting to give me a headache - go buy me a beer and maybe I'll let you come in and see if he's here.
The adult bat slowly crossed the threshold, but eventually stumbled and began to fall on the porch. Clinging to the door with his claws in time, he left deep scratches on it, restraining himself from falling – the hinges squeaked under his weight. Max jumped back in fright. Regaining his balance, the bat hobbled to a dirty garden chair and lit a cigarette after sat down in it. The cub stared in horror at the adult's right paw. The wing was torn, scraps of curled pink skin hung here and there, two ugly broken appendages that had once been fingers protruded from the palm.
- Little cunt, are you still here? What are you staring at!?
- I'm s-s-sorry, It's n-n-nothing.
- What are you, a stutterer!? Probably your mother was so hammered under the tail that you got it too. Go to the store – now!
- B-b-but they won't sell me a-a-alcohol. I'm still a child.
- Well, then get the fuck out of here!!! You're a useless bastard, just like the ones I live with.
The cub wanted to turn around and run away from this madness, but suddenly remembered about his pocket money. Rummaging in his pocket, he pulled out four fives.
- I have t-t-twenty dollars. You can go get a b-b-beer yourself.
Greed flashed in the hazy golden eyes.
- Give it to me! – So be it, you lazy shit, I'll go myself.
The adult bat threw his ugly paw forward and snatched the money, painfully scratching the skin on the back of the wolf's hand. Throwing the cigarette butt over the fence, the adult got up on shaky legs and without saying a word, hobbled towards the high-rise buildings from where Max came.
With a sense of relief, the cub looked at his retreating back. Glance at his paw, Max saw blood seeping through the gray fur. His whole little body was shaking, withers stood on end, and tail pressed against left leg.
The wolf-cub turned towards the house. Approaching the porch, he cautiously opened the door and looked inside. The smell of sour milk and unwashed laundry hit him in the nose. Max looked over his shoulder and, making sure that the street was empty, hesitantly went inside.
A corridor led from the entrance to the back of the house. Behind the slightly open door on the left was the living room. Creeping to it on tiptoe, wolf-cub stuck his muzzle inside. There was an armchair in the middle of the room, and an old TV set a little further away. A blanket and a lot of beer cans were lying near the armchair. The curtains were tightly closed, so the room was dark. Returning to the entrance, Max headed to the right and found himself in the kitchen. The wolf expected to see piles of garbage and unwashed dishes, but was pleasantly surprised the kitchen turned out to be clean and well-tidy. The window pane was ajar and a light spring breeze ruffled the curtain. Coming back again, the cub moved straight down the corridor. The floor creaked softly under his paws. After a couple of meters, he noticed a staircase to the top, there were two doors on either side of it.
- M-m-mark are you here?
The wolf called in a whisper. There was no answer. He knew it was stupid to call someone in a low voice, but he was afraid to break the silence. Max froze in place, listening. He didn't like the atmosphere inside the house. The lull in the air got on his nerves. It was as if he was in a horror movie, and if he took at least one step forward, then the door would slam loudly behind his back, and the footstep of an approaching monster would be heard from above the stairs. Max shook his head from side to side to get this horror out of his head.
- “Don't think about it. That rude guy might be back soon, so I'll quickly check if Mark is here, and if I don't find him, I'll get the hell out of here.”
Cautiously approaching the steps, Max rise his head and looked up - there was no one there, just a window covered with curtains. He wanted to call his friend again, but he couldn't. Opening one of the doors near the stairs, Max saw a bathroom – so the door next to it should lead to the toilet. After taking a couple of steps forward along the corridor, a thud came to his ears from above. The fur on the back of his neck immediately stood on end, and his ears press to the head. Holding his breath with clenching teeth, Max froze waiting for the door to slam behind him, after a long moment it did not happen. Slowly, the wolf-cub turned his head and looked at the front door, it was still ajar. Exhaling with relief, he began to climb to the second floor, carefully listening. At the top of the stairs, Max heard soft music. Pricking up his ears, he turned to the left, where there was an inconspicuous door at the end of a small corridor. Approaching it cub knocked lightly, the music immediately fades, but no one opened the door.
- M-m-mark, a-a-a-are you t-t-there? It's m-m-me, Max – p-p-please be there!
A long series of clicks was heard, and the door opened slightly through a thin crack he saw a golden eye studying him for a few seconds, then the door slammed shut again. There was another metallic sound and the door finally opened wide, revealing Mark's shocked muzzle on which extreme astonishment was read.
- Max!? What the fuck are you doing here!? No — how did you even get here!!!?
The wolf-cub did not answer. He rushed to his friend hugging him tightly, and burst into tears. Pressing his forehead to bat's chest, Max cried, feeling relieved that the nightmare he had been through was over. Mark wrinkled his nose and wrapped his wings around the gray furry body – wondering what had happened and why his friend stinks so much.
When the sobs became a little less frequent, the bat gently pushed his friend away, and holding him by the shoulders, examined. The sight horrified him: the blue T-shirt was torn in various places, there was a large smelly spot on the chest, light pants were soaked with dirt, the knee was torn, the fabric around the hole and below was soaked with blood, as was the fur on the right paw.
- HE did this to you!!!?
Without waiting for an answer, Mark grabbed a baseball bat leaning against the wall near the door, weighed it in his paws and headed for the stairs.
- I'm gonna fucking kill this asshole!
Max, having thrown off his stupor and rushed after his friend, catching up with him on the top step. He grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled back.
- W-wait, Mark, it's not him – it's m-my fault! I really wanted to know where you live, because you never invited us to your place, so I decided to follow you – I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!
- This does not explain your current state – it's as if you were dragged flat on the ground!
The wolf-cub briefly told him about his walk here, providently keeping silent about how he had got a scratch on his paw.
- You're a damn fool! – you should have run away from here as soon as you saw our perfectly trimmed green lawn. What if it was the house of some maniac!!!? Fuck! – don't you fucking think at all, going into SUCH houses!!!?
- S-s-s-sorry, I...I s-saw you and......and……
Seeing a fresh wave of tears in the blue eyes, the bat put his arm around the wolf's waist and led him back into his room.
- It's all right, it's not your fault. I think it's me who should apologize – now you can see for yourself why it's better not to visit me. By the way, as soon as I save up, I will definitely return you the money that this freak took.
- F-f-forget it! I'm just glad I finally found you.
Going inside, Max looked around with interest. The room was small and cozy. To the right of the door was a miniature table with a radio and headphones on it. The device looked old, with two round knobs for adjusting the frequency and volume. Looking closer, Max noticed that the headphones were soldered to a pile of wires sticking out of the open lid behind the radio. A shelf with books hung above the table. There was a bedside table on the left side of the wall, a camera lay on it. 
A carpet depicting a wild wolf howling at the big moon was nailed to the wall. Against the nightstand was leaning a guitar, but several strings on it were torn. There was a bed in front of the window, the bedspread was crumpled up - it looked like his friend had recently been lying. A pleasant warm breeze blew through the slightly open window. Turning to Mark, he saw how he closed the door, slid the hand latch and clicked the lock on the handle, and also attached a metal chain to the groove near the door. Max stared in disbelief at the many locks screwed along the door frame. His friend seemed to live next to a wild animal and was afraid that it would break into his room.
Rummaging in the nightstand, Mark pulled out a black T-shirt and gray breeches.
- Max, take off your clothes before we suffocate from this stench.
The cub shyly pulled off his smelly T-shirt. The fur under it was a little sticky with sweat. However, he cared little about it now. Unbuttoning his zipper, he began to pull off his pants.
- Um, Mark, that was your dad, right?
The bat absentmindedly walked past him picking up dirty clothes.
- Yeah, this is my beloved daddy.
Crumpling everything into a ball, Mark threw the smelly rags straight out the window.
- They'll dry up a little there. I'll wash your clothes and give them to you later. Here, try this on for now.
Max took the clear clothes, putting the T-shirt on the bed, he began to pull on the breeches. They turned out to be too big. After suffering with the fastener on the hole for the tail, he finally managed to put them on.
- But why is he like this?
- Because he's a fucking scum.
- But……
- Listen – there are good arumorphs in the world and are not very good ones. There are also those who are better not to meet at all! Look at your father – if you compare him with mine, it's like white and black.
Mark, lowering his head, turned away from Max.
- He's like a parasite. All my life I've only heard complaints, insults and reproaches – about my mother, my brother, myself, about how worthless we all are. At first, I didn't understand what was wrong with me? Since childhood, I have been trying to find an approach to him, to understand – what is my fault, what did I do wrong, deserving such hatred? 
Mark kicked the door hard.
- My brother is right, the answer is obvious – the problem is not with us, he's just a heartless scum who doesn't care about the feelings of others. He is uncaring about absolutely everything and everyone except himself. More than anything, I'm afraid of becoming like him. I didn't want Noah or you see this – with whom, and in what kind of ass I live. Sometimes I envy you so much Max. Looking at your father and your relationship with him, I think – why am I so unlucky? What did I deserve to live in a pile of garbage with an evil monster at my side!?
The bat sat down on the floor and wrapped his paws around his tightened knees, starting to sniff.
- I'm s-sorry, Max, I shouldn't think about you like t-that.
The wolf-cub crouched down next to him and hugged his friend. Mark, without raising his head, buried his nose in a fluffy chest and start to crying.
- I b-became...“sniff-sniff”...a m-mistake and was rejected...“sniff-sniff”...before I m-myself realized who am I in this w-world! ...“sniff-sniff”...
Max didn't know what to say, so he just hugged Mark tighter. It was the first time he had seen anyone treat someone like that, especially parents. He remembered his mother – yes, she had abandoned him, but she had never shown him such anger and hostility.
After a while, Mark began to calm down, and now slightly wheezed to the wolf's neck. Hugging him, Max did not notice that tears were flowing from his own eyes.
- Mark, you have nothing to apologize for, everything will be fine. After all, you are not alone. You have a brother who loves you and mom, and me with Noah. Besides, you are absolutely not like him – you are kind and sympathetic, always looking for something good in everything. Of course, sometimes you're a pain in the ass, and your jokes make our lynx all grizzled. And I'll shave your tail someday, because you ruined my favorite T-shirt with your stupid wings trying to put it on, but that's why we love you.
A few seconds later, there was a murmur.
- Sounds like a cliche ...“sniff-sniff”...from a soap opera.
- What's that!? I can't hear you very well.
Mark raised his tear-soaked muzzle and looked into the wolf's eyes.
- Thank you, Maxie, you are a very good friend. I'm glad I met you.
Having said that, he bent down and kissed the tip of the wolf's maw. Max stared at him with wide blue eyes, not knowing how to react.
- I've heard that's how gratitude is sometimes expressed.
Clumsily rising, the bat-cub put a winged paw on the door handle.
- I'm going to wash up and get a first aid kit. We need to treat your wounds, and then we'll go to your house. I doubt my dad's back, but just in case, stay here. After opening the locks, Mark first carefully looked out, and picking up the bat, slipped out the door. Max, without moving, continued to sit with wet fur on his chest and unknown feelings in his heart.

Chapter 3
The Storm (part 2)
Pancakes and beginning of the game.
- ……you're just jealous because you don't even have a TV yourself. 
Seeing Mark's sad muzzle, Max tried to defuse the situation.
- This means that 'wingy' will bring us sweets, when both of us are sent to nuthouse because of the video games. But seriously, he's right - you spend too much time in front of the telly.
The white lynx's jaw dropped in surprise.
- Maxie are you kidding!? – You have more games than me!
- But this does not mean that I always sit in front of the box. I also like to read books and I spend most of my free time reading.
The wolf pointed with his left paw at a bookcase full of books, and with the other, lightly patted Mark on the back so that Noah wouldn't see. The bat looked at him gratefully and nodded.
- You know, I also read a lot, but games are much more interesting.
- Yeah, that's because schoolbooks, chocolate wrappers and bags of chips don't have an awesome twisted plot.
- Urgh! Okay, we'll play next time.
A bright flash lit up the room, followed by a deafening thunderclap. The lamp above blinked and went out, leaving the cubs in the dark. Outside, a strong gust of wind with rain hit the window, heavy drops tapped loudly on the glass. Noah covered his ears with paws and sat down on the bed, trembling. In comfort, the wolf touched the lynx's shoulder and spoke in a calming voice:
- Noah, there's nothing to be afraid of, we're in the house, which means we're safe. Let's go downstairs and have some tea.
Mark flicked the switch near the door - nothing happened.
- Well, probably, something went wrong somewhere. Listen, Max, if the rain doesn't stop, zephyr and I will be stuck here. Although I don't mind at all.
- Me too, I don't want to go somewhere in such a thunderstorm. Maxie, do you have a flashlight?
The lynx mumbled, still pressing his paws to his ears.
- It's lying somewhere. If you both stay, it will be fun. It's almost nine o'clock, and it's already so dark because of the thunderstorm. Without electricity, I'll just die of boredom alone.
Max hugged the kitten.
- Stop shaking, let's go downstairs there are candles. Dad's probably wondering where we are.
- Y-yeah.
Opening the door, the cubs were about to leave, but screamed in horror. Morgan was standing behind, shining a flashlight inside his open maw and growling softly. Realizing that his joke was a success, adult wolf laughed.
- DA-A-AD!!! – what the heck!? I almost peed in my pants. Noah will soon have a nervous tic. He is afraid of thunder without any jokes.
- Heh-heh-heh – so-o-orry, I couldn't resist.
Stretching out his paw, he ruffled the fur on the head of the trembling lynx.
- It seems that lightning hit the transformer on our street, so today we are definitely left without electricity. Noah, I called your mom. You can stay here, or if the storm calms down a little, she'll pick you up by car.
- I'll stay, thank you.
- Okay, I'll let her know. Marky, your number wasn't in the phone book.
- Yeah, I know – my brother is at work now. I could call him, but as you said, there is no electricity.
- Don't worry, the mobile is charged. Come on, the pancakes are getting cold.
Going down the stairs to the first floor, they entered the glass terrace. Hearing the wind and rain lashing at the windows, it was hard to see what was going on outside. The room was lit up by bright flashes of lightning. Thunder rumbled somewhere high in the sky above the roof, making Noah jump with every blow. There was a large candle on the table, a tray with pancakes and honey lay in its yellow light, a teapot steamed next to it.
When lynx saw the pancakes, he immediately forgot about his fears and ran to the table.
- I call dibs on all the crispy pancakes!
- Grrrr – only in your dreams!!!
The wolf-cub, keeping up with his friend, tried to grab him by the tassels on his ears.
- Hey! Don't run, don't growl! And no mess at the table!
- Sorry, Pa-a-a!
Mark stayed in the hallway waiting for Morgan, who went to his room, brought the phone and handed it to him.
- Here, do you remember the number?
- Yes, thank you, Mr. Morgan.
- You're welcome, and just call me Morgan, otherwise I feel like an old man.
- I hear you. Old age is not a joy – you can't even fart without a concussion!
- Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha......
Laughing, the black wolf went to the table where Noah and Max were fighting for pancakes with the most golden crust.
After two pairs of tugged ears.
Max slowly chewed a pancake, generously spread with honey, and looked out the window. The yellow light of the candle was reflected on the glass. Outside, dark silhouettes of trees bent under a strong wind, occasionally illuminated by flashes of lightning. The lynx was already finishing the third pancake, or rather trying to chew it, stuffing it whole into his maw. Morgan was sitting in a nearby chair, watching to make sure the two didn't cause chaos again.
- Well, how does it taste?
The lynx's fluffy cheeks were swollen like a hamster's. Looking over his plate, he mumbled:
- Delifoufs, pfhankf ou, Mfr. Morfon.
Of course, some of the food could not stay in the maw and fell on the plate, causing laughter from father and son.
- Pffft, ha-ha-ha…
- You're welcome, but you shouldn't talk with your maw full, you can choke.
Mark entered the terrace, handing the phone to the adult.
- Thank you again – sir, I warned my brother, everything is OK!
- Well, that's cool. Sit down and help yourself before these two eat everything.
Mark looked around.
- Oh, where did Noah go, and where did that pig at the table come from!?
- Pffft, ha-ha-ha…
The lynx turned to the window, his ears pressed to head, it was clear that he was ashamed.
- Don't be rude, Markie, he's just hungry. By the way, Max, I heard that two new horror movies are coming out next week. Will you go to watch them?
- Really!? – Well, I'm broke! Daddy, you'll lend me some money, right? Right!?
The wolf-cub made a sad muzzle, looking from under his brows with wide blue eyes, pressing his ears to his head. Exactly copying the muzzle that Noah had recently made for him.
- Of co-o-o-ourse, I'll give you money, homey – you love all this creepy shi...things so much, don't you? I'll even add on top to buy popcorn and other crap.
- Not kidding!? You're the best! I told you both – told you!!! 
The joyful wolf-cub triumphantly threw his paws up. Mark glanced suspiciously at the adult wolf, sensing a catch. Noah remained indifferent. While the others were talking, he had devoured all honey and was now licking the bowl. Lynx didn't like horror movies, preferring fantasy more.
Morgan, seeing the expected reaction, smiled toothily.
- Not kidding, BUT! - First, you vacuum two floors. Then, you will help me wash the windows in this very veranda and clean the pool. Besides that, you will remove the branches that the wind will break after a thunderstorm. And, of course, you will wash the dirty swimming trunks that you no doubt left lying around in the shower. 
With each new task, the joy disappeared from the wolf's muzzle, and the paws with ears slowly lowered.
- It's not fa-a-a-air – it's blackmail!
- If it was blackmail, I wouldn't give you money. Instead, I would say that if you don't do the errands, I'll tell your friends how you dance every morning twirling your ass in front of the mirror while brushing your teeth...oops!
- Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha...
Mark and Noah laughed. The lynx even almost dropped the bowl. The wolf-cub pouted, looking at the empty plate.
- Pa-a-a-a...! For the second time today, you don't have a maw, but a sieve!
- Heh-heh-heh – sorry cutie. Consider it a lesson that nothing in life is given for free, Maxie.
- Okay, okay, I'll do everything. By the way, Daddy, can the three of us sleep in my room?
- Sleep!? You probably meant fooling around all night long?
- Of course not! Without electricity, I don't even know what to do.
Mark, having finished the last pancake, pushed his plate away.
- Thank you Mr.......I mean, Uncle Mo..., I mean, sir…, well, you broke me – it was very tasty. Max, do you still have that deck of cards we used to play? We can use them, it will be fun.
Morgan stroked the bat's long ears, turned around and walked towards the kitchen.
- I'll go get candles and put two mattresses in your room. In the meantime, wash the dishes and remove everything from the table.
- Ok, Pa. I'll have to look for the cards. I don't remember where I put them.
- And I have already forgotten how to play. Will you remind me the rules?
Noah looked at Mark with green eyes.
- No problem, but something tells me we'll leave you without pants.
- It's not true! It all depends on luck, and I'm always lucky.
After finishing the rest of his tea, the wolf-cub began to collect dirty dishes.
- Hey guys, you're going to go with me to those horror movies that Dad talked about?
- I don't know Max. I don't have a penny in my pocket, and my brother doesn't need help right now, so I will not earn any money.
- Oh relax, I'm sure my money will be more than enough. Just help me with my errands and we're even.
- You're a scoundrel, already pushing your work to others. But I would help you anyway. Everything is more fun than hanging out at home – Zephyr, will you go?
Now that the pancakes were eaten, the tea was drunk, and the honey was licked off, the fear of thunderstorms returned to the lynx again. The kitten tried to cover his ears with his wrists because his paws were sticky with oil.
- I…I don't know. Do they even sell tickets to horror movies to children under twelve? And I doubt my parents would approve.
There was a worry on the wolf's muzzle, because the movie theater staffs did not sell tickets to children unaccompanied by their elders, and he always went there with his father. But the bat dispelled his fears.
- Don't worry about it – the shop where my brother works is near to the cinema. I'll just ask him to buy us tickets and your parents don't need to know about it.
- Okay, but I don't really want to watch horror movies. Max, let's choose some other movie for the second one?
- Aww, okay, – oh, but not the drama.
Getting up from the table, Max began to collect dirty dishes, Noah decided to help. Collecting saucers and cups, they carried them to the kitchen. Mark stayed to wipe the table.
It was completely dark outside. The rain was hitting the walls and roof of the house with the same force. Morgan lit several candles in the kitchen, their dim glow illuminating the room. Standing by the sink, Max began to wash the dishes, handing clean plates to lynx. The cat wiped each one with a paper napkin and put on the shelf. Noah looked thoughtful, and before the wolf-cub could ask if he was okay, the lynx beat him to it.
- Hey, Max, it's already the middle of July. Have you thought about school? Half the summer has already passed.
- Who in their right mind would think about school? Why did you suddenly remember? Is that why you're so sad?
The lynx thought again for a while. The light from the candles painted his fur in golden light. He thought for a long time before answering.
- Noah?
- Ummm, I didn't know how to tell you this, so I thought I'd wait until the end of the summer, but…
Now Max was scared by the intonation in his friend's voice. The words sounded like he was giving a funeral speech.
- Wh-what!?
- ......well, maybe at the beginning of the school year I will be sent to study at another school...in another city, or maybe another country.
Max dropped the cup into the sink. It clattered loudly, but did not break. This was the last news he expected to hear.
- What!? But why!? You've only been living here for a few years.
- Well, you know that our family is now quite rich. We moved here when my father was offered the position of chief surgeon. Mom, having become a lawyer, also began to earn good money. So, after that, during these three years, my parents became different. We changed the house twice. They replaced all the clothes with the most expensive, bought expensive furniture, expensive food, phones and all other and other crap. But it didn't end there – they stopped talking with most of their acquaintances and friends, even with relatives. Now, their new buddies don't come to us to drink tea, gossip and laugh. From now on, it's endless conferences, fucking jurisprudence, and other planned bullshit! 
Max stood stunned not only by the news, but hearing his friend swear like Mark.
- They work seven days a week, discuss fucking work at home, plan how they will work in the next three fucking months. Seriously...I can't even remember now when they talked about anything other than fucking work! 
- Noah…
- Study, study, study, work, work, fucking work and death! My future is already planned – end of the quest. Who will tell me, – when I'm going to live!?
Noah was breathing hard, ready to cry. His paws were shaking, claws tapping on the ceramic plate that he was holding.
- One day Aunt Tabby sent me a birthday gift – knitted hat and...“sniff-sniff”...m-mittens. So, my mom threw it all in the trash, referring to the fact that there may be flea larvae.  She promised to buy me others made of high-quality fabric. My father spent the whole evening remembering my aunt, joking that...“sniff-sniff”...the hag spreading her fleas by mail.
Seeing that the plate was slipping out of his paws, Max managed to pick it up and put it on the table.
- I was shocked!...“sniff-sniff”...After waiting for them to fall asleep, I got out in the middle of the night through the window into the cold street, and then through a hole in the fence....“sniff-sniff”...I climbed into a garbage container and dug through the trash like some tramp until I found my aunt's gift. Do you know what the strangest thing is?
Noah shook his paws in front of wolf's eyes. Looking at the tear-stained muzzle, Max, not believing what he heard, mechanically shook his head.
- I was covered with sour slops...“sniff-sniff”..., but at that moment, clutching my gift to my chest, I felt cleaner than being in my bed lying on silk sheets...“sniff-sniff”...cleaner than at home, next to my parents. I fell asleep there, covered with a torn cardboard box, until a real homeless man chased me away in the early morning.
- Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha...
The laughter was hysterical. Max immediately remembered the films with the crazy ones, where people laughed as well. Only in front of him was his best friend, who was only ten years old.
- Y-you slept in trash?
- Yeah...“sniff-sniff”...At the end of May, I overheard my parents talking about the fact that the school where I study does not give me a decent amount of knowledge...“sniff-sniff”...And they must think about my education in another country.
Max looked at Noah, tears dripping from his green eyes onto the floor. They looked so sad, and at the same time, with the light reflected in them, incredibly beautiful. 
- I don't want to go somewhere again...“sniff-sniff”...I don't want to lose my home and friends...“sniff-sniff”...I don't want you to be thrown into the trash because you are supposedly not good enough for me...“sniff-sniff”...I don't want you to be replaced by someone, in their opinion, the best!...“sniff-sniff”...
Noah's voice became quieter and quieter, eventually dropping to a squeaky whisper. Tears flowed from his emerald eyes, soaking his fluffy cheeks. Max hugged him and pulled closer.
- Noah, you also have your own opinion, and they should listen to it – stand firm on your own. Besides, nothing can separate us! We didn't stop communicating when you moved. We are best friends – no matter where we are, we can always find each other. Try to talk to your parents, maybe a heart-to-heart conversation will help. And by the way, if they thought we were trash, they certainly wouldn't let you stay here today.
Two more winged paws hugged cubs from behind, and a red muzzle squeezed between their necks.
- And the most important thing, – to get rid of such flea-garbage like us, they will have to try very hard. Kitten – your whole muzzle is wet. Did this wolf, by any chance, confuse it with a plate? Anyway, let me help too.
With these words, Mark stuck out his long tongue and juicy licked the lynx's left cheek, then took a paper towel and began to rub the wet fur.
- Phew!!! MA-A-ARK! – it's disgusting!!! I'm covered in your drool. Stop rubbing it into me!...efe-e-h-h…
Noah wriggled out of their paws and hurried to the bathroom, grabbing one of the candles on the way.
- It was necessary to distract him from these thoughts.
- Do you think he'll be okay, Mark?
- Well, my drooling has killed no one yet.
The wolf-cub nudged the bat in the side.
- Seriously, I've already lost him once. I don't want it to happen again. It will be even harder for him. I was his only friend then, and now he can lose twice as much. I need to help him somehow. Maybe I'll talk to his parents myself?
- When someone has a lot of money, they become unpredictable. Let's hope that his parents won't go crazy any further and some measure of sanity will return to them. I doubt they'll listen to his words or yours. Most adults never perceive what children are trying to tell them at all. Admitting that some brat knows more than they do will hurt their pride. They are sure that they always know better, and then surprised that their cubs hate them and, after that, they still do it their own way. Who better than me know that? Last month, the social service wanted to make me happier by sending to an orphanage, separating me from my mother and brother. Hrrr – although, all they had to do was lock my dad in a cage and throw away the key.
The wolf-cub's legs gave way, and he leaned on the kitchen counter, looked at the bat in surprise. In ten minutes, he had heard so much that it made his head spin.
- Why didn't you tell me?
- For what purpose?
- I...I do not know! I would support you.
Mark scratched behind his long ear and put the last plate on the shelf.
- Well - you're already supporting me by hanging out with me.
- Still, you're wrong, my dad is not like that.
- I said - most adults. Your father is an exception. When he is around us, he manages to descend to the same level that we are standing on, and not look down from high as the rest of the adults. Maybe if Noah talks to him, Morgan will convey the meaning of what is happening to his parents.
- Precisely! I will definitely ask him. Um-m – Mark?
- What?
Max turned away, looking out into the storm outside the window. 
- You and Noah are very dear to me. Next time tell me if something bad happens. I don't want to wake up one morning and find out that you're both missing.
The bat laughed and good-naturedly slapped him on the shoulder.
- Don't worry, Maxie! Heh-heh-heh – no orphanage will hold me. I have wings. I will fly away from there.
- It's not funny, Mark. Let's go.
Wolf took a flashlight, and Mark, two bags of chips. Blowing out the candles, they went to check on the lynx. Noah was just coming out of the bathroom, holding a candle in front of him. The fluffy body of the lynx shuddered at every thunderclap. The muzzle was washed and dried. Max came up and touched him on the shoulder.
- Hey, Noah, you look refreshed.
- My drooling do miracles, – I told you!
The lynx shook his head.
- Mark, you're disgusting – yes, I'm better, thank you Max.
- Mark gave me some thoughts about your problem, but let's discuss it tomorrow.
The wolf saw hope in the green eyes. He knew the kitten wanted to hug him, but was shy, so he wrapped his paws around his feline body, whispering in his ear.
- Everything will be fine.
- Thank you, I hope so.
- Let's go upstairs. My dad has probably already prepared everything. Someone put out the candle in the terrace, just in case. Mark winked at him, giving him two thumbs up.
- Everything is already done, so let's move our asses.
Halfway up the stairs, they met Morgan. Because of the black fur, he seemed to swim in the dark, only his blue eyes gave him away.
- Well, guys, have you cleaned everything up? I have prepared mattresses for you and lit some candles. Be careful, you can't joke with fire and don't open the window - ball lightning can fly in. It's really shitty outside!...oh-uh, I meant - the weather is terrible!
Giggling, Max walked up to his father and hugged him.
- Thank you, Daddy, you're the best.
- I know, and now, shoo, - have fun, just not until late at night. I'm going to my room to work as long as there is enough charging in the laptop.
The adult wolf stretched out his paws and ruffled fur on the heads of his son and lynx, then tugged the bat by the ear.
- Pa-a-a-a!!!
- Ha-ha-ha-ha....
Going upstairs, they entered the room. There were several candles on the table and chest of drawers, illuminating the walls in a cozy yellow light. Two sleeping bags and blankets with pillows lay on the floor, next to Max's bed.
- And what is a ball lightning? I've never heard of it.
- This is lightning in the shape of a ball, which moves randomly and does not disappear immediately as usual, it can also explode. What do you do at school, Mark?
- Oh, I'm sorry, Catfessor – large masses of unnecessary information make me sleepy, and I usually drool in my notebook.
- It's true, if I didn't wake him up every time, his ears would become as red as his tail. Our teacher likes to click on them with a ruler if someone is sleeping in class.
- Who would say, pup – during the lesson, you often look out the window.
- But my school performance is not as lame as yours.
- Fair enough.
Noah and Mark took pillows and sat down on them. The bat sat down next to the window, and the lynx near the chest of drawers propped him up with his back. The wolf, meanwhile, with a flashlight in his teeth, was digging on the top shelf looking for a deck of cards.
- Where did I leave them? I think I put it here. By the way, here's the game I was talking about.
Noah immediately jumped up, snatching the box and holding it up to the candlelight, began to examine.
- Wow! It's the ‘Primal killer instinct’ – damn, it's a shame there's no electricity.
- And then arumorphs wonder where maniacs come from? – from such zephyrs as ours! Who stuffs his brain with this kind of shit. And there's his partner, Mr. – ‘I love horror movies!’
Said the bat, imitating the voice of their school teacher well. The wolf-cub looked at him with a grin, holding cards in one paw and showing the middle finger with the other.
- Stop grumbling, Grandma. You want to play it yourself, you're just afraid to admit it.
- Of course, of course. What game are we going to play now? Maybe in the one where you need to change cards by collecting pairs, and who stays with the queen of spades is the one who lost?
- I’m in, I like this game. By the way, its name is ‘Witch!’ – Noah do you remember how to play?
- Not really, remind me of the rules.
Max started explaining the rules to the lynx while the bat shuffled the deck of cards. No one noticed the sly smile on Mark's muzzle.
- Hey, can we sweeten the pill? How about – ‘Truth or Dare'? The first winner will choose between truth and dare, and the second winner will ask or demand from the losing player.
The two agreed, confident of their victory.
- Just no stupid desires, like – get your nose to the tail, or lick the floor, and nothing to do with the outside, I promised Dad.
- Relax, we're not in kindergarten. Okay! – Let's start clockwise, from me.
Mark dealt the cards, and the three began to exchange, dropping pairs. In the first round, the lynx came out first, and the wolf second. Mark grumbled angrily:
- Damn it! I'm just giving you a head start. The next victory is mine. Well, 'Wolfy', – what do you want, truth or dare?
Max looked at the Noah, seeing how he winked, it did not go unnoticed by Mark.
- Nope! – No winking, sniffing, farting and other bullshit!
- Okay-okay – you are so sensitive. I choose the truth.
Mark beamed at Max.
- Hey ma-a-an! Do you want to know who ate all your ice cream yesterday afternoon?
- Ha! – No, you can't get off that easy – besides, judging by the time you spent in the toilet, it was you!
- Damn it!
- Grrrh, what should I ask? Oh – I know! Remember that bunny from high school?
The bat immediately hid his muzzle under the wing.
- Oh, shit.
- When we were playing on the school playground after class, the bunny girl called you a pity thief and a pervert, as she passed by with her friends. You said that she confused you with someone, but I hardly believe it, you stand out too much. So, what was the matter?
Mark, nervously scratching his long ear.
- Well, you know, they live a few houses down the street from mine and they have a sizeable garden with apple trees, pears and so on. They don't keep feral dogs, although I think they have one now. So, one day I decided to borrow a little bit of everything from them, and got into their garden. Having collected an almost full bag of fruit, I was about to leave, but saw a rabbit in the window. It was opposite the branch I was sitting on. It wasn't that girl from school, but an adult, think it was her mom. She started changing clothes, and I got curious, so crawled closer. The rabbit had almost taken off her bra when she saw me in the window. Her screams could be heard even through the glass. I got scared and turned around, crawled back. From sudden movements and a heavy bag of fruit, the branch could not stand and broke. I was lucky, my ass fell on the compass pile, the bag on top of me – the ribs with wings then hurt terribly. Jumping to my feet, I ran to the fence hugging the bag, and was almost climbing up when heard a pop behind me – poof-poof!!!
The bat sharply spread his paws in front of two muzzles, stunned with interest.
- The boards on both sides of me shattered into splinters. Her husband must have fired a shotgun at me, most likely with salt, although who knows. I managed to escape from there – fortunately, neither my brother nor my mother was at home. When the angry rabbit came running to our house, to his misfortune, my father opened the door for him.
The bat smiled sadly. Max knew why, but Noah looked at him in confusion and before he could ask, the wolf-cub beat him to it.
- Wow! You really are a pervert!
- Oh, come on, it was an accident – you yourself would have been stunned if your eyes had seen her huge tits. Noah, shuffle the cards and deal.
- But…
- Come on, Noah, don't waste time.
Lynx sighed and picked up the cards.
This time Max came out first, victoriously raising his paws up. Mark, having thrown off the last cards, looked at the lynx with a smile. Noah lowered his ears and waited for his fate.
- Well, I choose the truth too.
Grinning, Mark winked at Noah. Meanwhile, the wolf-cub opened a bag of chips and began to chew slowly, waiting for a question.
- So, “Ice cream” – Tell me, who do you like more boys or girls?
The question struck the cat like a lightning bolt. Noah shuddered and turned away, clearly blushing under the white fur.
- What do you mean?
- You show every time what a smart feline ass you are. Don't pretend to be stupid now, it doesn't suit you!
- Well, I...I never thought about it. Besides, I don't have many friends...more precisely –  you are the only ones. I only talk to girls at school, and even then, not really much.
- And you've never kissed anyone?
- Ugh! – o-o-of course n-n-not!!!
Max listened to the conversation with bated breath. Noah shyly handed him the cards. Putting aside the bag of chips, gray wolf began to shuffle the deck.
The round ended quickly: Max came out first again, and Mark lost. Before Max could voice what, he wanted, the flying fox-bat lean close to the glass as if seeing something in a raging storm.
- Look, there's something glowing in the distance!
- Oh, Mark, please…
- No, seriously! Maybe it's the ball lightning you were talking about!?
The wolf-cub sighed, sure that this was another way of the bat to throw dust in their eyes. Noah still crawled closer and pressed his muzzle to the window as well.
- Woah! Maybe you're right, Max, put out the candles, it's hard to see.
Noah asked excitedly. The interest of the unknown again obscured all his fears.
Sighing, Max blew on the flame plunging the room into darkness. Then sat down between friends with his arm around their shoulders. So, like that, sitting near a large window, three black silhouettes illuminated by purple flashes, watched as a yellow-blue ball floated in the black sky behind a curtain of rain. The cubs were lucky, the wind changed direction and stopped blowing drops into the glass, giving a clean view.
At first, Max thought it was an airplane or something else, but by the way the object changed shape and moved, the cub quickly dropped this idea. With their maw open, the cubs couldn't take their eyes off the sky.
The phenomenon was rare, rarer than a meteor shower, and if Max had told someone, they would hardly have believed him. Wolf realized that this moment is special. Hugging friends, he wanted to say it out loud, but did not break the silence, just enjoying their closeness. Promising himself that he would definitely keep this memory. The cub only regretted that his father did not share this moment with him now.
Another flash of lightning was brighter than the previous ones, forcing the three to close their eyes, and when they opened them, they saw a white halo in the sky, which quickly melted away, leaving only darkness.
- Woaaaah!!!
They exhaled in admiration.
- Have you seen it!? I think it was hit by lightning and it exploded!
They continued to watch for a while, then Noah pulled away, knocking down the candle with his paw.
- M-Max, you had a flashlight, turn on.
- Zephyr, are you afraid of the dark?
- I...I…
- Grrrr…
- Aaaaaah!
- Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha…
Flipping the switch, Max shone the light on the two. The lynx fought off Mark's paws, which tried to tickle him.
- Ma-a-ark stop it! You've ruffled all my fur!
The wolf-cub took a box of matches from the table and lit candles.
- Guys, stop fooling around. Let's get on with the game. Hey, wingy, don't think that I forgot you lost – I want the truth!
- Fleabag! Do you want the truth? – You have an ass instead of a head.
- Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha…
Noah laughed, and Max leaned forward, flicking a finger at a long black ear.
- Ouch! Relax, – you shouldn't be offended by the truth. Come on, snowball, ask.
- Why don't you ever invite us to your house? We've been friends for a long time, but I don't even know where you live?
The bat paused, running his finger along the carpet, then sadly said:
- After my previous story, I should have expected this question. I'm sorry, Noah, I didn't want you to see my house, because it's a pile of garbage, and my dad......how to put it more clearly, he's…fucking lunatic!!! You don't have to know where I live, because it's not safe there. It is impossible to predict what this fucker can do once again. You can ask Max, one day, he tasted the hospitality of my house. I don't want to talk about it anymore, it's ruining our evening.
The lynx nodded uncertainly, contemplating what he had heard and handed the cards to the wolf. Mark opened the second pack of chips and began methodically devouring them.
This time Noah won, Mark came out second, and Max lost.
The wolf pointed his index finger at the bat.
- Shut up! I know, I know – karma! Just don't ask me anything weird.
- Who said it would be a question, – Zephyr?
The lynx shrugged his shoulders, twitching his fluffy ears. There was sadness in his green eyes.
- Um, dare, – I don't want the truth any more yet.
- Great, did you say you've never kissed anyone?
- Oh, no…
- Then, I want you, Max, to kiss Noah and not just on the cheek, but right on the lips, like in love movies.
The wolf-cub stared at him; his eyes ready to fall out of their sockets. The shocked Noah lowered his ears along with his head, looking at the floor.
- Y-you're c-crazy! We're guys, and...and...I...
- The more fun – oh, come on! No one will tell anyone. Besides, you lost, ‘wolfy’, and this is my dare. Don't be such a chicken. 
Max shifted his nervous gaze to the lynx, who was studying the carpet in his thoughts.
- Noah? Y-you don't mind?
The lynx, without raising his head, mumbled.
- Well, if it's you, then...I...if only between us...and no one finds out, then I... I don't mind.
- See, he doesn't mind – come on, you'll like it, don't be a coward.
- Shut up already!
Mark made a gesture as if he was zipping up his maw. And stared at the wolf in anticipation. Max hesitantly crawled up to Noah on his knees and stretched out a shaking paw, put it on the lynx's left shoulder. The cat shuddered, looking at his friend, seeing how his gray head leans closer and closer until a couple of centimeters remained to his maw.
Looking into Noah's emerald eyes, the wolf-cub realized how beautiful they were, deep, as if radiating life.
As the seconds passed, the kitten got it that his friend waits for another permission from him, not daring to take the final step. Throwing the embarrassment aside, Noah did it for him and pressed his maw to the wolf's – feeling the softness and warmth on the lips.
Max had never kissed and at first couldn't figure out what to do. Remembering how the characters in the movies did it, he tilted his head a little to one side and tried to stick his tongue between the soft feline's lips. Noah instinctively opened his maw slightly, allowing the wolf's tongue to slip inside. Max was slowly starting to enjoy it. A pleasant warmth surrounded his lips. His friend's tongue was unusually rough, but it was a good feeling. The wolf-cub felt the sweet taste of honey. Running his tongue over the sharp fangs, he pressed even harder against Noah's maw, deepening the kiss. The lynx immediately repeated after the wolf, and although their maws had some difference, the two tongues began to passionately fight with each other.
- Ummmmh…
- Prrrrrrh...
Max felt a slight vibration coming from the cat. It increased with each passing second and with surprise he realized - Noah began to purr. Remembering about his paw lying limply on the shoulder of a lynx, Max moved it to the white neck, enjoying the soft fur under his fingers. What was happening caused the wolf's tail behind to wag at a crazy speed.
Mark, meanwhile, absorbed every detail of the act. Noah's limbs were lying idle on knees, so the bat raised feline right paw and put it on the wolf's left shoulder - bringing the scene to perfection. The kitten didn't even notice it. Mark wished he had a camera. To his disappointment, a minute later, the cubs slowly pulled away from each other, breathing heavily.
For the second time tonight, Max thought that something very special had happened. It was his first kiss on the lips, and he shared it with one of his closest friends. The wolf's heart was pounding furiously, and there was this exciting warm feeling in his chest. The same as back in Mark's room, when the bat kissed him on the tip of his maw. Now Max regretted the Mark hadn't kissed him that way too. The wolf-cub was surprised to think that he might have fallen in love with both of them. Although all his knowledge on this subject was picked up from many films and book, he watched and read.
- “So that's how it is – to fall in love! But they're males, and so am I, so why do I feel this? In films, the main characters always fell in love with females.”
Yet the strangest sensation came from the bottom of his stomach. Max move and realized that his shorts had become tight for some unknown reason. Hearing Mark's voice, the wolf-cub almost jumped up to the ceiling.
- It was so-o-o cool!!! You are like the heroes of a love novel only in real; I envy. Told you, you will like it!
- S-shut up, pervert! I'm going to go downstairs, have a drink of water and...and will be back soon. Noah, can I get you a soda?
- Uh-huh, t-thanks.

Chapter 4
Small revelations.

What happened in the shower happened again. Max felt his penis had become hard as a rock, and shorts were painfully tight. As slowly as possible, he got to his feet, trying not to show discomfort. As if by chance, he covered the bulge with paws. Mark, of course, noticed this and said nothing, just continued to smile slyly. Taking a flashlight, the wolf-cub, wagging his tail, disappeared behind the door, leaving the two in awkward silence.
Max needed to collect his thoughts after what had happened. Right now, he was too embarrassed to even talk. When the door closed behind him, he did not turn on the flashlight. Running his paw inside the shorts, he felt a hot dick slippery with precum. Lay it to a more comfortable position Max pulled out his paw and sniffed. The smell was muscular and, for some reason, pleasant. The tongue automatically jumped out of the maw, licking the salty liquid from the palm.
- “Phew, what am I doing?”
Max thought, although he had to admit that he liked the taste.
Wiping his paw on himself, he took hold of the railing and began to slowly down, feeling the excitement begin to fall.
After a minute, his eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he saw the base of the stairs. Approaching his father's room, the wolf-cub cautiously looked inside. Morgan was sitting on the bed with his back against the wall, and typing something intently on a laptop. A candle was burning on the bedside table next to him.
The black ear twitched, catching the sound of footsteps, and he looked in Max's direction. The cub immediately hid behind the wall. He wanted to talk to him about what had happened, but he was too embarrassed by his condition.
- Hey! Hero-boy! – How's the party going?
The voice of an adult called out to him, leaving no choice, and Max, holding a paw near his groin, came out into the light to his father.
- Well, it's not bad – we play cards, and all that. How's your job?
- It's boring, but I need to finish it, otherwise we'll stay with candles until next month. How is the game going? How many times have you already lost?
- Well, uh......it seems to me that I unknowingly hit a big jackpot!
- Ha! I didn't doubt you.
The cub stood in the doorway for a while, then slowly came closer. Morgan looked up at him questioningly?
- Um, Daddy – how did you know you fell in love with Mom?
Morgan stared at his son in surprise, then put the laptop aside and patted the bed next to himself. The cub hesitantly climbed up – immediately finding himself pressed to a soft chest in a firm embrace. Black wolf pondered for a few seconds how to answer and why his son suddenly asked such a question.
- Hmm-m – you know, Max, love is a complicated thing. When you like someone, it does not always mean that it is love. But when you really meet that female, then after one look at her, you can't look away. Your inner self seems to want to break out, and your heart flutters at the mere sound of her voice. You want to always be with her – to rejoice, laugh and cry with her together. But to be together, you need to know for sure if she feels the same way about you. Because otherwise she'll break your heart.
- Did you and Mom feel that way about each other?
Morgan hugged Max tighter, kissed the top of his head, and put his muzzle between cub's ears.
- I......thought we are, but I was wrong.
The cub was confused, when he and Noah kissed, he felt the same feelings that his dad described to him. Yet while being at Mark's house, he felt the same way about him.
- And...and if you like more than one arumorph, and feel the same for both of them?
- This means that soon you will have to choose who you like more and who liked you more. Well, if by some miracle the three of you have mutual feelings, and you all have a crush on each other, then I want to be in your place. Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh! When did my son turn into a philanderer? Now I want to hear all about your girlfriends before you blab about them to your friends upstairs.
The cub felt his cheeks begin to warm up – what was he thinking about, telling his father about it? But still, his dad, as always, helped him understand a lot. Burning with shame, Max opened his maw and immediately began to justify himself.
- No, no, I was just wondering – I don't have any girlfriends.
The older wolf put his paw on son's stomach and began to tickle him. The cub laughed and tried to pull away, but the other paw held him firmly in place.
- Ha-ha-ha……! – PA-A-A-A!!! Sto-o-o-o-op...
- Only after I hear about the girls, you're in love with.
Max felt a deft paw slide first onto his left side, and then onto his right, forcing him to arch.
- A-ha-ha-ha......i-it's t-t-t-rue...ha-ha-ha...it's n-n-n-ot girls!
The cub writhed in his father's tickles, no longer realizing what he was talking about.
Hearing this, the elder wolf's blue eyes became wide, his ears stood up straight. The paw froze on the fluffy little chest – every day his son did not cease to amaze him. Somewhere above the house, a loud clap of thunder was heard, as if emphasizing the importance of the moment.
Max realized what he had just said and trembled.
- D-Daddy, I'm sorry, I... I…
Feeling a paw on the top of his head, Max heard a voice with a slight growl.
- Grrr – and what are you apologizing for?
The cub did not answer immediately. He remembered how at school the older students and even teachers teased and bullied the younger guys, calling them fags or homos. He didn't know the meaning of these words until one of his classmates explained them to him. Still, he did not understand why many people thought it was bad when one male love another instead of a female. For this reason, the cub was afraid that his dad would scold him.
- W-well, at school I saw and heard that many people treat this badly – on TV and in movies too. Teachers said that predators should not feel this way. So, I decided, well... that it was wrong and... and... you…
The elder wolf picked him up and sat on his lap with muzzle to himself, so that their eyes met.
- Listen to me, Maxie, I think it's time for you to explain this. Um... how would it be easier to bring it to you so that you understand?...... Imagine the population of our world as a wild herd of sheep. So, that the herd does not do what they want and does not create chaos, in every part of the world there is a leader showing which way they should move – a shepherd who controls them. The leader and his entourage establish laws, say what can be done and what cannot be, provide safety to the sheep, and so on – in return, receiving the benefits that the herd can give them. For shepherds, the most important thing is that the sheep believe in the correctness of their leaders' decisions, and do not see the walls of the cage in which they graze.
Max listened attentively to his father without taking his eyes off his muzzle.
- In simple words, this is how the system works in the world in which you and I live. Some shepherds take more, some less, but if suddenly they make the wrong decision, then all the sheep suffer because of it. Do you get the idea?
The cub tilted his head to one side, considering his father's words. Then he suddenly remembered what Noah had once said.
- You're talking about the governments and leaders of our world. About the economy, codes of laws, and stupid taxes, because of which I pay more for my favorite games and pizza.
Morgan was taken aback by the answer.
- Wow ... um ... yeah..., – I'm telling you this so that you understand a little about how our society works and that you must think with your own head, but not be a brainless sheep who is pushed around by others. You have your own brains and your own opinion, – only you decide for yourself what is good and what is bad. When someone convinces you that smoking and drinking is cool and fun – you have to think, is it really so? Do you understand what I'm talking about?
- I think so.
- This brings us back to our topic – you like males, not females, or maybe both, it doesn't matter! You see, for many reasons, which you will find out for yourself when you grow up, on our small continent for predators, such a relationship is, heh – unacceptable. But there are many other places in the world, for example, felines in Surmauare such relationships are even encouraged. That's why you notice a hostility for this in your daily environment. You see, everything is interconnected here. Most of the total mass of people do not approve of such relationships, so leaders will always support the majority. This gives them more power to control the society.
- Because others don't want to think with their own heads? 
- Yes, well, and for other reasons, like cultural values and other shi...things. Since the old days, people are happy with the way things are and afraid to fundamentally change something, taking the words of others on faith. You'll understand more in time. I am sure that if someone had heard my words now, tomatoes would have already been flying into my muzzle.
The wolf-cub growled, clenched fists and flattened his ears. Anger flashed in his blue eyes.
- Grrr – if they only tr…
The elder wolf ‘boop’ the small nose, cooling Max's ardor.
- Calm down, buddy. I won't let you be a puppet in someone's paws, but I also don't want you to throw yourself at someone with your fists because you don't like his opinion. After all, then you will be even dumber than them – do you understand!? Always look for the best in arumorphs, and if you can't find it, just pass by.
- Yeah, it seems that I have to upgrade my intelligence skill.
- Ha-ha-ha - as well as eloquence, dexterity and luck. Your character in the game is very 	 on them.
- Pa-a-a-ap! So, it was you who played my character in ‘Dungeon and Treasure'? That's where the mess in skills comes from.
Morgan made an innocent muzzle.
- Me! - na-a-ah, I don't approve of your games or have you forgotten?
- liar!
Before the cub stretched out his paws in a desire to grab his father by the ears, Morgan stopped him.
 - We didn't finish. From all that has been said, learn a lesson for yourself – not to wave your fists thoughtlessly, otherwise it promises you big problems, and also use your brains. When your friends and classmates claim that something is bad, even if there are most of them and there are adults among them. It is you who must figure out what to think and feel about this. If you have any doubts ask advice from those whom you really trust – after all, their opinion is much more valuable and sincere than the words of a random sheep from the common herd. Know that whatever you decide in your life and whoever you fall in love with, you can always count on my support. Always remember this. I love you Maxie, you are the most precious thing I have.
Leaning forward, the cub, wagging his tail, hugged his father by the neck, muttering into the thick fur.
- I love you too, Daddy.
Max realized he had a lot to think about, but one thing he knew for sure – his father was the best. The elder wolf returned the embrace, a second later, thuds and bursts of laughter coming from above reached their ears.
- Hey champ, looks like your friends are trashing your room.
The cub pulled away and jumped off the black wolf's lap.
- Heh, thanks Daddy. I'll go put them back in place.
- That is my boy, but remember – no fighting, especially with burning candles around.
- Yes, I remember.
Before leaving, Max turned back to his father.
- Dad, there's something else I wanted to talk to you about. It's about Noah. He…
The black wolf raised a paw to stop him.
- I heard everything, Maxie. I didn't want to eavesdrop, but it was also wrong to interfere in such a conversation, so I stayed on the stairs.
- Oh…
- Don't tell the kitten that I know, just if he wants to talk to me, then I will listen to him, and then it will depend on his parents.
- Oh, okay – thanks Daddy.
Morgan watched as the cub turned toward the kitchen. The older wolf surprised how quickly his child was growing up and that after this conversation, he should look after him better. There was a smile on his muzzle – it was easy for him to guess who Max fell in love with. One could only hope that these feelings were mutual. Taking the laptop, Morgan tried to get back to work, but his thoughts kept returning to the recent conversation.

Fifteen minutes earlier, in Max's room.

As soon as the wolf cub-left, Mark moved closer to Noah, wrapped a wing around his shoulder he asked.
- Well, how was your first kiss? – Admit that you liked it.
The lynx looked sharply at him and said with a growl:
- Hrrrr – yes! I liked it – are you satisfied!?
The bat recoiled, not expecting such an aggressive response from the always calm feline.
- Oh, why are you so angry? It's the first time I've seen you like this.
Noah pulled up his legs, buried his head in knees, wrapped paws around them and said in a muffled voice:
- Because it's mean to play with other people's feelings, Mark. Right now, for you alone, what happened is a joke.
- WHAT!? But I, I don't... I... I... oh......shit!
Mark opened and closed his maw, not knowing what to answer. Falling on his ass in front of the lynx, he began to rub the bridge of his nose, thinking intently. 
He realized that lynx was right. Even if not on purpose, but he managed to pull Noah's and Max's deep-lying feelings out, and even ridicule them. It seems that the cat himself did not know until this moment that he liked Max in that way – in fact, Mark himself felt something similar to the wolf-cub.
- “Oh-uh, how difficult is all this, and how do adults cope with all that feelings?”
His father's words suddenly popped up in his head when Mark asked a long time ago – why he was so angry with him and whether he loved him at all?
- “What did you say, brat? Love!? Ha-ha-ha–ha - love and the rest of the snot for homos! In our world, you either live by using others, or you raise your tail to be used. And as for you? – you're the son of a whore, who is not worth even the toilet paper I wipe my ass with.”
This was the last time Mark tried to build a relationship with his father. After that moment, the bat-cub stopped talking to him at all. From this memory, Mark now felt even more sick – he felt himself like his father and shuddered.
- “I need to fix all this somehow.”
The bat suddenly realized that with all these thoughts, he was clutching his long ears and pulling them down. On the side, Noah was looking at it with curiosity. Releasing his ears, Mark quickly leaned forward and wrapped his wings around the lynx-cub.
- Mrrrh – hey, what are you doing?
- I'm sorry, Noah. I didn't mean to make fun of or hurt someone's feelings. Of all my friends, you and Max are the only ones I can completely trust.
Lynx was a little surprised – it wasn't often Mark showed his feelings like this.
- Mark, don't worry, I'm even glad that everything turned out that way. Thanks to you and this stupid game, I did something I would never have dared to do.
Noah wanted to pat his friend on the head, but realized that he could not stick out his paw because of the velvety wings wrapped around him. Instead, he put paws on Mark's chest and rubbed lightly.
-  Aren't you angry? 
- No, no, it's okay – um... Mark, your wings are very warm and I'm already getting hot under them, could you…
The bat snuggled even closer, nuzzling the white fur on the lynx's neck.
- Ummm, but you're as soft as a cloud.
The lynx was pulled forward until he buried his muzzle in the bat's neck. Not knowing what to do, he slipped his fingers under the base of the wings, slightly releasing his claws, and began to tickle. The reaction was momentary. Mark jumped back as if from an electric shock, laughing loudly.
- A-ha-ha-ha-ha, this is cruel!
Noah shook a clawed finger at him with a smile.
- Serves you right – it will be a lesson to you, how to paw someone without permission. By the way, Mark, were you, uh... really envy? W-when we......well...you know...
- Of course, it's true, I wouldn't lie about such things. As I said before, you are my best friends, and you both are very dear to me.
- But......you've heard what they say at school... - we're male predators, and we kind of have to like females.
- Figuratively speaking – I lay my dick on most of what they're talking about there! As my brother says: “The most important thing is the feelings that come from inside your heart. Always listen to them and don't go on about other people's stereotypes”
The lynx was silent for a while, thinking, then a mischievous grin began to appear on his whiskered muzzle.
- Mark, what is a stereotype?
The bat lowered his head and ears, picking at the carpet with his finger.
- Well, this......this.....is......well.....when……
Looking at the floor, he gnawed the claw hoping to find the right answer. Hearing a stifled giggle, Mark looked up and saw Noah clutching his maw with both paws in an attempt to restrain laughter.
- Oh, you fluffy asshole! Now you're laughing at me when I tried to be serious!
- So-rr-yy... ha-ha-ha... but... but the sight of your confused snout was worth it - ha–ha-ha...
- Well, snowball, you asked for it.
The bat rushed at the giggling lynx and knocked him down on the soft carpet. Without waiting for the lynx's objections, he tickled the flat stomach. Noah began to writhe and laugh, trying to push the bat away with paws that had lost their strength.
- Miumaa...rk, ha-ha-ha... eno...ugh...ha-ha...my sto...ach ..hu-ha...rts... ha-ha-ha-ha…
The big-eared muzzle only grinned devilishly.
- Serves you right for your misdeeds!
Climbing on top of Noah, Mark put his paws on the fluffy feline cheeks and gently pulled one side up and the other down.
- Ha-ha-ha, you should see YOUR muzzle now!
After struggling a little more, they froze, exhausted. The lynx, breathing heavily, looked at the tired bat sitting on him. Winged paws rested on his fluffy white chest.
Meeting Noah's gaze, Mark stared into his green eyes for a few seconds, and then bent down and pressed his maw to the cat's. The lynx squeaked in surprise. He was again seized by this strange, blissful stupor. It was his second kiss. The first thought was to push Mark away, but a pleasant warm tingling on his lips made the lynx change his mind. Noah lifted his head, pressing his maw closer and completely surrendered to the sensations. Noticing that this kiss differs from what he shared with Max. Mark's tongue had a unique shape and seemed to know what it was doing, pressing on all those pleasant points in his maw that he didn't even know about. The lynx could only moan softly into its depths.

Chapter 5
Showdown.
	Leaving his slightly shocked father on the bed, Max ran to the bathroom, lighting the way with a flashlight. He had been down here for quite some time and thought that someone would come down soon to find him. After washing his muzzle, the cub slipped into the kitchen, where he found three bottles of Cola in the refrigerator. Taking them in his arms, he rushed to the stairs, prudently slowing down in front of his father's room in unwillingness to get censured for running around in the dark. Passing by the doorway, he glanced inside – the black wolf was typing something again in concentration.
Leaving earlier, Max left the door of his room ajar and now going upstairs saw a dim yellow light pouring from inside, and a large hunched shadow on the door. The wolf-cub decided to scare his friends. The wolf-cub decided to scare his friends. Turning off the flashlight, he tiptoed quietly to the door intending to jump out with a loud roar, but looking into the room, the growl stuck in his throat from what he saw.
Noah was lying on the carpet; Mark was on top of him. Lynx's paws were wrapped around the bat's red fluffy neck, and Mark's winged paws clung to the fluffy white feline’s cheeks. The muzzles of both passionately fought against each other in a passionate kiss. The cat's purring echoed throughout the room and was very pleasant to the ears. Max would probably have stood like this for an eternity if the bottles in his paws hadn't clattered against each other.
The couple immediately froze in the middle of the action, both eyes squinted in his direction. From the outside it looked very comical – the lynx's green eyes looked from under his brows with the look of a beast caught off guard. Mark slowly separated their maws, a thin thread of saliva stretched between their lips.
- M...Max!? it's not...we're a-a-a-accidentally.
- Accidentally what, Mark!? Fell on each other in a loving kiss!?
- AHA-HA-HA-HA!!! – Accidentally!!! Ha-ha-ha…
Mark got up on shaky legs and held out his paw to Noah. Near them, the wolf-cub, in a fit of laughter, almost dropped the coke bottles. Slowly, he sat down on the floor, and they rolled down his knees onto the carpet.
- Aha-ha-ha...OH!
A loud clap of thunder filled the room, making all three of them jump. Max almost choked on his own laughter.
- Have you heard!? It's the gods who are outraged that one grey flea-bag is behaving like a jerk down here.
- Yeah, sure! But seriously, how did it happen with you two?
The lynx and the fruit bat exchanged an awkward look.
- You see, doggy – earlier I said that I was envy of both of you and it was the truth. When Noah and I were fighting, I offered him a kiss, and he didn't refuse. You liked it yourself, didn't you, Maxie?
The cub bent down, picked up the coke bottles and handed them to his friends. He decided to act at ease, but under the fur, his cheeks were still burning with fire.
- Yeah, it was fun. Here, from the refrigerator – it doesn't work, but the soda is still pretty cool.
- Thanks.
The three cubs slaked their thirst and sat down again in a circle.
- Well, let's continue. Max, you lost the last time, so deal the cards.
The game was much slower now. After what happened, no one wanted to be the loser.
Noah won again – the others fought for a long time until everyone had a couple of cards left in their paws. Now it was Max's turn to pull a card. He was running his shaking fingertips over two opponent's cards, unsure which one to take. The bat puffed out his cheeks, his patience was running out.
- Oh, co-o-ome on, decide already! You're like an old biddy who can't pick a lottery ticket.
- Ha-ha-ha-ha…
The lynx giggled, almost choking on the soda.
- S-shut up! I think.
- Then think faster before we grow old to death.
The wolf finally took the card, but it turned out to be the Queen of spades. After shuffling two cards, he held them up in front of Mark's muzzle, who without hesitation pulled out what he needed, throwing a pair on the floor with a smile.
- Damn it!!! How is that!? – You never hesitate and almost always guess.
- Heh, a real gambler, never shares his secrets. Besides, unlike the kitty, you are easy to read like an open book.
- You're just cheating.
- Buddy, if you're a goofball, there's nothing you can do about it. 
- Grrrr - 'tomato', watch your tongue or I'll tie your ears with a knot.
- Heh-heh-heh – I'm just kidding, Maxie. Zephyr, what do you choose?
Noah was silent, knowing Mark, if he chooses a dare, then everything can turn out to be even more embarrassing than before, although deep down he was even interested to know what would happen.
- Probably the truth.
- Hmm, what should I a-a-ask...?
Max frowned, raising his withers and pressing ears to the head. He wrapped black tail around himself, thinking that the game had turned into some kind of torture, and this ‘red muzzle’ next to him seemed to enjoy it all.
- “Well, wait a bit, I'll make you embarrassed too when I get a chance.”
- Oh, I know! It's a pretty frank question, but that's what we're playing for, right?
- “As if that ever stopped you.”
The bat tilted his head to the side with a grin looking at the wolf-cub, making his heart beat faster.
- Max, have you ever fapped?
- Um, did what?
Mark looked into the wolf's eyes to see if he was lying to him, but there was complete incomprehension in his gaze.
- Do you remember the situation in the shower – has this ever happened before?
The wolf's worst suspicions were confirmed, and he was already hoping to get off the hook.
- C-can you ask about anything else?
The bat gave him a toothy smile and shook his head. His long ears continued to waver slightly, even when the head stopped.
- Na-a-ah, don't be a bore and don't break the rules.
Max clenched his fists angrily and answered:
- Grrrr, okay! – sometimes it happened in the school locker room when I was changing and looking at other arumorphs, and... and sometimes in the morning after I woke up.
- And have you never touched yourself there with a paw?
The wolf-cub, embarrassed, turned to the window. From this conversation, he felt a pleasant sensation in the lower abdomen returning, and the shorts again become tighter. Mark raised his winged paws in front of him.
- Okay, I'm sorry, I'm going too far – you don't have to answer, you're probably too young for such things.
Of course, it was a dirty trick, but Max swallowed the bait without hesitation.
- Grrr-rr-r – I'm not a baby! Yes, I t-t-touched it a little, and it was nice. When it got b-b-bigger, I didn't know what to do, but after a cold shower e-e-everything came back to normal.
- I see, well, it sucks that you don't know how to fap. I know a few nicer ways to handle this situation and could show them to you if you let me. It's up to you.
- Oh-okay.
The lynx sitting next to them was now also suffering from a problem with tight clothes. Noah shifted in his seat, trying to find a comfortable position, and was glad that the conversation did not touch him.
Mark took the cards and began shuffling, then slowly dealt. This time, the wolf-cub was closely watching Mark when exchanging cards and noticed that his ears always fall to head when someone is going to pull the right card out of his paw. Lynx won again, and Max, using his new strategy, was second.
- HA! Suck it! And who is goofball now!?
- Do not point your nose too high! You're just lucky.
- As you say, wingy. Well, Noah, – truth or dare?
Max looked expressively at the lynx and slightly twitched his right ear, hinting at the second. When they were very young, he and Noah came up with this game and a secret way to communicate with each other. The left ear is the first and means 'yes', and the right ear is the second and means 'no'. He didn't want to cheat, but the temptation to teach Mark a lesson was stronger.
- D-dare!
Max looked at the bat with a satisfied grin.
- Well, it's time to pay the bills, Marky. You made us pretty embarrassed, so I want you to take off your shorts and go naked until the morning.
Mark didn't even seem shy or shocked. He grinned and winked at Max.
- Heh, whatever you want, Wolfy.
With these words, he got to his feet, unzipped his shorts and, making a show of it in slow motion began to pull them down.
Lynx and wolf watched in disbelief – it's one thing to wash naked in the shower, another to undress in front of someone on purpose. Max hoped that after such a request, Mark would resist and object, but no such luck.
Tucking his tail and lowering his shorts, the bat's muzzle twisted as if in slight pain. Carefully putting his paw inside the shorts, he pulled out the pink tip of his dick and the clothes fell to the floor unhindered, revealing the full picture.
Max saw that this time the shaft of his friend is longer and wider than in the shower and stands up straight. The maroon fur on the balls seemed so soft that the wolf-cub wanted to reach out and touch it.
Pressing his ears back, Mark moved his hips from side to side – his penis followed his movements, as did the two fascinated looking heads. Giggling, the bat-cub continued to move slowly and said in a slightly high, calm voice…
- Breathe deeper, with each rocking of my penis, all your otherworldly thoughts go away, and you sink into a state of calm, deep sleep.
The wolf-cub shook his head crying out:
- You're sick in the head, Mark! – Hypnotize someone with your sausage, unbelievable!
- Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha…
The lynx next to him laughed. Max thought it over and laughed, too. The bat continued in a high - pitched voice:
- Underestimate the power of my penis! – I have conquered parallel worlds with it. One blow with a knob can send anyone into a coma. With one swing of my dick, I can chop down trees and knock stars out of the sky.
Max and Noah rolled on the floor laughing, while Mark, smiling, picked up his shorts and put them near the window. Give a quick glance at his friends and making sure that they were not looking, he wiped a drop of precum from the tip of his hard dick with the pad of a finger, brought it to his maw and licked it with his long tongue. Then sat down on the floor and began to shuffle the cards, waiting for his friends to calm down.
- Oooh, my stomach hurts - it's harmful to laugh like that.
Noah muttered as he sat down on the carpet. Looking at the bat, he saw Mark was handing him the cards. With a shaking paw, the kitty took them and began dealing them, trying not to look at the bat's weapon with such terrific power. Max also sat down slowly, watching the cards, but could not help himself, and periodically glanced at Mark's boner.
- It really doesn't bother you at all?
- Maxie, I don't see this as a problem – it's natural! Besides, did you know that there are villages where wearing clothes is strange and all arumorphs there wear nothing except fur? 
- He is right. I have read that lemur settlements in the southwest of our continent prefer to walk naked. According to their faith, if someone covers his body, then he hides evil inside his soul.
- I... dad told me that some people have their own culture, but I find it hard to believe
- Well, it's true, pull a card already.
- And w-why... well, yours looks b-bigger and stands upright? In the shower, it looked different.
The bat chuckled.
- So, you're looking at other people's dicks?
- WHAT!? N-no! I accidentally saw it.
- Relax, it's a joke. By the way, you came out – you have no cards left in your paw, stop holding it in front of you, it looks strange.
Max shook his head. Because of the current situation, time began to move by jumps for him. Wolf-cub leaned on the edge of the bed and looked out the window – wind fades a little, only the rain was still pouring heavily. Shifting his gaze to the candles, Max noticed that a small puddle of wax began to gather at the bottom of the candlestick. Then he realized that was trying to look anywhere but at Mark's dick. The wolf felt a pleasant warmth when the fabric of his shorts squeezed his groin and the more, he moved, the more pleasant these sensations became. Oddly enough, he had already started thinking about taking them off.
- “I wonder what methods Mark was talking about?” 
As embarrassing as it was, Max wanted to know more about them. A lynx's angry cry was heard from the right.
- No-o-o-o! How did you manage that!? Without a single mistake.
- I'm just lucky. Hey – 'black tail', stop dreaming, or did my hypnosis really work?
- Back off, I was just thinking. Oh-uh – dare! Oh – no, no, no, no, I mean truth; I choose the truth!
The bat clicked his tongue and waved his forefinger in front of the wolf's muzzle.
- No, a word spoken is past recalling meaning!
- But…
- No buts – don't break the rules! Now, I was just thinking that it's not fair I'm naked alone – so, I want you, Noah, to pull Max's shorts off, and undress yourself too.
Noah took a deep breath, looking uncertainly at the wolf, but Max was already slowly pulling off his shorts. It looks like he gave up, deciding to take an example from Mark. Unbuttoning the zipper on his own shorts, lynx also lowered them down, feeling the cold on the tender flesh of his barbed cock.
After getting rid of the rags, the cubs looked at each other's groin with interest. Max saw that about three centimeters of a pink penis were sticking out of Noah's sheath – the head was smooth and conical. A little lower down the shaft was covered with small barbs. The natural lubricant glistened in the yellow light of the candle. The wolf-cub has never seen a cat's dick in such a state – earlier, it was always just a sheath, like his own. Even though the light was dim, Max tried to make out as many details as possible.
Noah, in turn, was doing the same thing – staring at Max's red spear. Lynx had already seen the wolf's dick in the shower, only now it was almost out of the fur sheath. At its very base, some kind of bulge swelled up. The kitten was curious to see it all –   it only needed to stretch out a paw and pull the sheath down, freeing it. Of course, Noah would never have dared to do such a thing. 
After a few seconds, both automatically covered themselves with paws. Max glanced at the bat, muttering:
- Well, winged pervert, are you satisfied?
Mark just spread his paws to the sides and made an innocent muzzle. 
- What are you talking about? I didn't start it.
The wolf-cub only groaned. He and the lynx carefully sat down, without taking their paws off the crotch. Mark gathered up the cards and handed the deck to Max. Wolf first looked at them, then at his paws covering the crotch.
- Um, can you deal cards yourself?
- Seriously!? You were kissing today, showering naked, and a minute ago you were shining your Excalibur again – so maybe enough of all this awkwardness!?
The wolf reluctantly removed his paws – together with Mark, they saw how his red dick twitched and a trickle of pre flowed down the shaft. Max opened his maw to say something, but Mark just pointed to the carpet calling for the cards to be dealt.
As soon as the game started, Noah had a similar problem.
- Please, not you either, Snowball. You're not among strangers. Stop spoiling the fun.
The kitten gave him a confused look and slowly removed his paws, wet from the precum. His thick white fur near the groin was also soaked in a clear liquid.
- T-that's easy for you to say, Mark.
- Well, now you rock! Come on.
This time, the con ended very quickly – lynx won, and Mark lost. If Max hadn't been distracted by the problems in his lower abdomen, he might have thought that the bat had intentionally given up.
- Well, what do you choose?
- A!?
- Snowball, wake up – you came out first.
- Oh, uh – the truth?
The bat shook his head and looked at Max, who was holding his groin with two paws and biting his lower lip, sometimes flinching. The tail behind his back was wagging rapidly.
The winged paw waved in front of the wolf's muzzle.
- W-e-e-ell?
- A!?
- Oh my God, – don't tell me that you flew away to the moon too?
Squeezing the dick with his paws, the wolf-cub shifted in place and immediately froze, releasing a quiet moan. Without taking his eyes off Mark's boner, he sat motionless for a few seconds, thinking, then stuttering asked:
- T-tell me, w-what ways did you talk about before? To......to... well...
- Hmm, I can't explain it in words, it's easier for me to show it. I promise I won't hurt you – on the contrary, it will be damn nice.
Max stared at the carpet, thinking.
- “Maybe Mark is right and stop being shy. Besides, that pleasant feeling down there...I want to know more about it.”
- O-okay, I trust you.
Mark moved closer to the wolf-cub and hugged him with one wing –  with the other, he turned the gray muzzle to himself and kissed. Max responded to the kiss and soon moaned into the impatient maw pressed to his lips. After a few seconds, the bat pulled away. Max looked into his golden eyes and let out a plaintive whine.
- Hey, don't worry – all the fun is still ahead, but first, could you take your paws off?
Looking down, Max slowly removed his paws, revealing a view of his groin. The wolf's penis, completely out of its sheath, stood upright, glistening with pre. It wasn't as long as Mark's, but it was a little thicker, especially the knot.
- Can I touch it? It will be nice, believe me.
The wolf-cub nodded. The bat pulled him closer and began to lick his gray muzzle. Lowering his winged paw on the wolf's cock, he lightly ran long fingers along the length from the base to the tip, feeling how it twitched in his paw.
- Arrrrh!
Max immediately arched his back, and opening maw slightly, let out a quiet growl. Mark took advantage of this and stuck his tongue between the sharp fangs, starting a deep kiss. Stroking, his paw periodically squeezed the wolf red spear and loosened its grip. Precum was dripping from its sharp tip, and when Mark's palm was well soaked, he sped up its movements.
- Ummmh!
Max was in seventh heaven. It was so pleasant to kiss and at the same time feel gentle stroking on the dick. The thought of someone else touching him there increased the pleasure. Every time Mark's fingers gripped the base behind the knot, the wolf's hips instinctively pushed forward, and his tail wagged back and forth.
Moans and soft growls filled the room. The wolf-cub felt that with every movement of the bat's fingers, pleasant sensations were growing. Something was coming, and he didn't know what. Max wanted to ask about it, but couldn't pull himself away from the maw that was kissing him so passionately.
- Umm-mmh…
With eyes closed, he decided to completely surrender to this feeling. When it reached its peak, the fingers that caressed him shifted under the very base of his cock, the palm wrapped around the knot and squeezed hard. Stars exploded in Max's head – pulling his muzzle aside, he let out a loud growling moan.
- Arrrrrrrrr!
Mark watched as the red penis twitching convulsively, releasing small streams of sperm on the fur of the wolf's belly - some flowed down the shaft and onto his wing. Weakened by his first orgasm, the wolf's body fell forward on Mark, nose buried in the red fur on his neck. The bat held Max with his right paw, and the other continued to squeeze the knot tightly, feeling the pulsation.
- Ummm-mh…ah...
- It's great, isn't it?
Holding the slightly trembling and moaning body, Mark bent down and began to lick the wolf's ears.
After a while, the paw that was so pleasantly squeezing his dick disappeared. Max raised his head wearily and saw Mark licking some white liquid from his fingers.
In a hoarse voice, he asked,
- W-what was that?
- It was an orgasm, in other words – you came, did you like it?
Max looked between his legs – his cock was shrinking and gradually retreating into the fur shell. The remnants of semen were still oozing from the red tip. There was a sticky mess on the stomach – fur was soaked with sperm and stuck out in different directions, slowly drying out. The wolf-cub touched a small white puddle that had not had time to soak in and brought his finger to nose, sniffed. The smell was specific. Reflexively, he licked the liquid. The taste was strange – a little salty, but not bad at all. Looking up at the bat, Max said delightfully.
- It was – AMAZING!!! Why didn't you tell me and show me this before? And, what is this sticky thing?
- Heh-heh-heh, because you and Zephyr are very stubborn and shy all the time. I had to try very hard to find the right approach and not hurt your feelings. Besides, I myself recently found out about it when I was caught by my brother – well, with a magazine, I talked about it in the shower, so he taught me. And the white thing is called sperm, or semen. Do you like the taste? – I love it!
- Well, it's weird, but not bad.
Mark stretched out his paw, collecting the white liquid from the red tip of the wolf's cock and bringing it to his maw, licked it off.
- You taste different, just like my brother.
Putting a paw on the wolf's belly Mark touched the sticky fur.
- Um, this mess on your belly, it's better to take care of it before it dries up. Believe me, then this shit is difficult to clean up.
- Okay, the towel is here somewhere.
Max wanted to get up, but the tenacious wings held him in place.
- No, no, no, you don't need a towel – just lie on your back, and I'll take care of everything.
Wagging his tail, Max obediently lay down. Mark, kneeling, bent down to the wolf's belly.
	Noah was watching them from the side, with very serious problems under his paws, with which he covered his groin. Not knowing what to do, he watched in shock, sometimes flinching from pleasant sensations when his dick touched the palm.
As soon as Mark got on his knees, the lynx saw bat's long penis twitching from time to time, pressing against his stomach – soaking the already stuck fur with liquid from the tip. Removing his paws and looking between legs, Noah saw that the same thing was happening to his cock. A transparent precum oozed profusely from the smooth head. Noah didn't dare repeat what Mark had done to Max, so he just watched.
	Lying on his back and looking at the chandelier, the wolf-cub soon felt a warm breath on the tip of his penis, which did not have time to hide in the sheath, and then something hot burned it.
- Arrrrh! W-what...!?
- Don't move.
The bat ran his tongue from the red tip over the sheath to the balls, licking the remnants of sperm. Then he moved to the wolf's stomach, which made Max make a lot of effort not to laugh, because it was very ticklish. When the cleaning of the tummy was finished, the long tongue returned to the sheath, attacking the cock's red tip again.
- Arrrrh!
Max writhed in bliss and soon groaned loudly when Mark took his growing dick in his maw and began to suck eagerly.
The unusual warmth surrounding his flesh was a thousand times more pleasant than the feeling of a paw before. The tongue circled around the shaft then danced at the very tip, making wolf-cub feel the approach of another peak, then suddenly the warmth disappeared. Uttering a plaintive whine, Max raised himself on his elbows and looked at the bat. Mark was sitting next to him and licking his lips, his black-pink member between legs twitching convulsively.
- What the he-e-eck!? – why did you stop!? It was so cool!!!
Mark flattened his ears and began stroking his length.
- Don't you think it's a little unfair? That only you get all the pleasure. And I'm not even talking about myself – because next to us, one very cute white lynx will soon lose consciousness from overexcitation.
The kitten licked his lips, muttering:
- Um, guys, I don't know if I want to be a p-part of this. It looks weird to lick THERE! A-after all, we pee from it.
Max glanced at Noah – he was sitting with his legs tucked under him, his short tail wagging with excitement, ears with tassels pressed to head. There was a confused expression on his muzzle, but at the same time, showing interest. His barbed pink penis, which he forgot to cover, stands out perfectly on the white fur.
Quickly jumping up, the wolf-cub crawled up to him and putting paws on his fluffy shoulders, began to babble.
- You have to try it, Noah! It's just fucking incredible – especially at the end, as if your feelings go over the edge, it takes your breath away! It's like the first ride on an attraction, only a million times better, I've felt nothing like this in my life, believe me – you MUST TRY IT!!! Noah didn't even have time to answer, the wolf's maw pressed against his and began to kiss.
Mark, watching this from the side stroking his dick and thought.
- “It looks like Max liked it very much. All we have to do is convince kitten.”
Crawling closer to them, Mark stuck his muzzle between the furry bodies, among which two aroused members were trembling. Wrapping his paws around each one, he began stroking them slowly. The reaction followed immediately – the bodies arched to meet each other, muffled grunts and moans came from above. Touching the feline's penis, Mark felt an unusual texture under the pads of his fingers. Unfortunately, because of the dim light, he could not see the details properly.
- “Well, whatever, I'll see later, I'd better taste it.”
Without removing his paw, the bat bent his head and licked the smooth pink head – feline dick immediately twitched, leaving a salty taste on his tongue. Stopping to hesitate any longer, Mark removed a paw and, opening his maw wide, covered the barbed shaft with it. 
The lynx's body arched forward, pushing the entire length into bat's maw. Noah snuggled up to Max, trapping Mark's head between them, his loud blissful trill reverberating through the room.
- Muarhhhhh!
- “It seems that the kiss was broken,” - thought Mark.
Without stopping, the bat smacking his lips greedily sucked the feline's cock, running his tongue along the shaft and moving his head up and down, enjoying the unusual taste of precum.
- “Ummm, the taste is much sweeter than Max's, and the spikes are so unusual.”
Slipping his paw from below, he took fluffy white balls and began to squeeze lightly, not forgetting to masturbate the red wolf spear with his other paw.
Playing a new, more interesting game, none of the cubs noticed movement in the corridor. Big blue eyes watched them from the darkness through the half-open door.

Chapter 6
Unforeseeable moment.
	Morgan had almost finished his project when he heard echoes of his son's words from the top floor – “MUST TRY IT!!!” Pricking up his ears, the adult listened, but heard nothing else, only the sound of rain outside the window. Sighing, he continued typing and a minute later a faint moan reached his ears. Frowning, he saved his work, turned off his laptop and got out of bed.
- “Anyway, the battery is almost dead. I need to see what's going on there.”
After blowing out the candles, Morgan, carefully moving through the darkness, left the room. Trying not to step on the creaking stairs, he began to rise to the second floor. With each new step, groans, meowing, and rumbling began to reach him louder and louder. Remembering a recent conversation with his son, and how he smelled, the black wolf guessed what was going on even before he looked into the room. What he saw still shocked him, reminding of the long-gone days of childhood.
Max and Noah were on their knees in an embrace, their heads resting on each other's shoulders. Euphoria could be read on their muzzles, ears were hanging down, lynx was staring into space, his son had a similar blank look. The tongues of both hung from open maws, saliva from the feline's tongue dripped in a thin trickle onto the wolf's back.
- “Wow - the symmetry of bliss!”
Morgan thought and wagged his tail.
From Noah came a steady purr, filling the space around. Black wolf remembered his roommate in the dorm. He was a snow leopard and also purred when they sometimes snuggle on the couch in the evenings.
- “Nuramar. It's been so long since we've seen each other.”
Most of all, Mark caught his eye, kneeling with his back to him. His little ass with a red tail was pulled up, giving a full view of the anus under his tail and crimson balls. The red bat’s head was moving like a piston between feline's legs and it was easy to guess from the slurping sounds of what it was doing.
- “No wonder the kitten is drooling.”
With one of his paws, Mark stroked Morgan's son's aroused cock. A faint light was reflected on the red shaft soaked with precum.
- “Not a bad size for his age, heh – that's my boy!”
Standing hesitation, the older wolf did not know what to do. If he stops them, for what reason? After all, there is nothing wrong with their act – when he was a pup, he also explored sex with his friends. Besides, it would be cruel to leave them with blue balls.
- “So, my boy has a crush on these two... hmm–m-m no wonder, they really are cutie. Especially judging by that beautiful raised ass. Oh my God! – what am I thinking, they're cubs?”
But two months without sex began to confuse the thoughts of the black wolf. Watching the action in the room, he could already feel his sheath swelling. Unbuttoning the zipper on the breeches, Morgan decided to just watch and if nothing bad happens, then he will not interfere at all.
- “Who said I couldn't enjoy it from afar?”
	Meanwhile, in the room, the lynx, breathing heavily, began to push his hips lightly into Mark's maw, and the bat realized that Noah would soon finish. He began to move his head intensively to the tact of feline’s thrusts, taking the entire length and sucking harder in anticipation of his treat. Swallowing the liquid Mark thought:
- “If his precum is so sweet, then what will the sperm taste like?”
- Myauurrrrh!!!
He didn't have to guess for a long time. Noah began to pour out into the bat's maw with a loud meow. The taste did not disappoint – rich salty-sweet. Mark was upset only by the fact that there was very little feline nectar. The kitten was only ten years old and had just begun to enter the stage of maturing. After swallowing the seed, Mark sucked a little more, but feeling the barbed dick decrease, he released it from his maw, licking the head one last time. Continuing to stroke the wolf's cock, Mark asked in a hoarse voice:
- W-well, what do you think, zephyr - did you like it?
Max heard Mark's question, but there was no answer. The lynx's body went limp, the feline's paws that held the gray back so tightly weakened and fell to the carpet. Noah lay down on Max and began to slowly slide to the floor.
- Hey! Mark! I think there's something wrong with him!
Pulling back the paw with which he was so diligently polishing the wolf spear, Mark grabbed the cat's head and turned it towards him. Noah's eyes were closed, his nose and whiskers twitched, a blissful expression froze on his muzzle. Bending his ear, Mark listened and heard only a steady snoring.
- I think he's asleep. I'm not sure, but I think he's fine.
Glancing at the paws that were lying so limply on the floor, panic slowly began to engulf Max.
- And what if not!? What if he's having some kind of seizure!? A heart attack, or something else! Shit, what do we do? Maybe he needs help!?
- Fuck! I don't know! – But if you keep poking his ear with your dick, then he will definitely need it!
Together, they leaned their friend against the headboard.
- We need to call Dad.
The bat had already opened his maw to answer, but a voice from the corridor beat him to it:
- He's fine!
Two jumped in surprise. A black wolf entered the room with a wide grin on his muzzle. Approaching Noah, he knelt down on one knee, putting his paw to his neck – pulse was steady, as was his breathing.
- “I wish my first orgasm was like this!”
Morgan thought dreamily.
Taking a pillow from the bed, he gently laid Noah on the carpet, tucking it under the feline's head and patted the lynx between the ears.
- Marky, you made him so happy that he lost consciousness!
- I...I'm...
- D-daddy......we ......we... well...played cards and...and...it all happened by accident…
- Did Mark fall with his maw on feline’s penis by accident too? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha....
The cubs looked at each other, not knowing what to say, and the bat thought, that father and son are very similar in their choice of phrases.
- Also because of an accident, this red spear dripping with precum appeared between your legs - yes, son?
- ……………
Mark got to his feet wrapping his wings around himself, and mumbled guiltily:
- Mr. Morgan, sir, – it's all my fault. It felt so great when I was doing it at home that I decided to share these feelings with them, because they are my best friends. I...I…will leave if you tell me.
Morgan looked at the twitching penis sticking out between the bat's wings and, smiling, stepped towards the cubs. Sitting down on his knees, he hugged them from behind, pressing to his body.
- First of all – I'm just teasing you. Secondly – just Morgan is enough, no misters, or sirs. Thirdly – I'm not blaming anyone of anything. What you have been doing personally, I, do not consider something bad. You are growing up and want to learn more about everything, especially about the new pleasant feelings of your body. And finally – where are you going to go Marky? In such weather with such a boner!? Besides, it seems to me that your feline victim is coming to his senses.
The three looked at Noah, who was slowly getting up, putting his paw on his forehead.
- Oh-o-oh, w-what happened?
- Well, someone made you so happy that you passed out. To be honest, I'm very jealous of you.
- M-Mr. Morgan!?
Remembering that he was naked and what they were doing, Noah jumped to his feet, covering his groin with paws – his gaze darted wildly around the room.
- Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! – Boy, calm down - you don't want to pass out again, right?
The older wolf pulled away from the two cubs, approached the lynx and sat down at the level of his eyes, putting two paws on his shoulders.
- Relax kitten, as I have already told these two, everything you have done is not something bad. It is quite natural for your age.
Noah looked at him with big emerald eyes, ears with tassels stood up straight.
- R-really!?
- Yes, but this is only my opinion, and I ask you not to tell your parents about it. They may not understand and approve of it. Also, this does not mean that you can do it with just anyone and anywhere – this would certainly be unacceptable. These things are done only with those you love and trust, got it? There are social norms and by law, you should not do this until you come of age, but I'm not going to spoil your childhood with such bullshit. Keep your maws shut and make sure that no one sees you – everything you do should stay only between the three of you and no one else. There are a lot of arumorphs in the world and everyone has their own prejudices – is it clear!?
Noah nodded uncertainly. Turning, Morgan looked at the two cubs behind him, who also nodded.
- And when will we come of age, Mr. Morgan?
Mark asked, immediately hearing the answer from the lynx.
- At nineteen, start paying at least one percent of your attention to your studies.
- Nineteen!??? After eight years!!!? Is this a joke!?
The bat suddenly cried out with complaints.
Morgan smiled ruefully and shook his head.
- I'm afraid not, Marky. You and Max have completed three school years, and this year you will have a new subject, Politology. There you will study the management system of the world society. It is commendable that Noah already has some knowledge.
- Yeah, many thanks. Now I know which class I can sleep off. Eight fucking years, unbelievable! What kind of asshole came up with this, and why would I wait eight years? I can suck dicks right now!
The black wolf lowered his ears. He got up and walked over to Mark, holding back his laughter. Morgan grabbed the tips of his long ears and pulled them up.
- Aw-aw-aw-aw-aw-aw…
- I will not allow such rude words in this house.
- Okay, okay, I'm sorry. But this is so stupid!
Morgan let go of the black ears and pressed his finger on the small nose of the bat.
- I tend to agree with you, but the world is full of stupidity and injustice, Marky, and you can't change it at the snap of your fingers. And even more so - to shout about it out loud. You'll have to adapt to it, and if you decide to go against it, then keep your maw shut, or you'll regret it.
Morgan wrapped his paws around his head, muttering:
- God, what am I teaching all of you? This is not…
Black wolf wanted to say something else, but Max interrupted him, pointing at his father's breeches.
- P-a-a-ap, you have a spot on your shorts!
Lowering his head, Morgan saw a wet spot in the groin area and clenched his jaw in embarrassment.
- “Damn it – a leak! Haste never leads to good.”
It looks like it's his turn to blush now. The adult wolf smiled slightly and tried to seem unperturbed.
- Well, the show that I saw turned out to be extremely exciting. It was very difficult for me to keep calm.
- That means – you were spying on us!?
- It was emm-m... by an accident, Maxie.
Mark lifted his wings up and completely discouraged him.
- Maybe then we can continue playing together, Mr. Morgan? We all trust each other here, and I really like you – so why not enjoy it together?
Looking into his blue eyes, the bat-cub held his breath with hope and adoration, waiting for an answer.
For the first time, the adult wolf was speechless – his maw opened and, unable to find words, closed again, ears pressed against the head, but tail betrayed his feelings by quickly wagging back and forth.
- Exactly! Daddy, play with us, it's so cool.
His son began to jump on the spot – each time the red tip of his cock popped out of the gray sheath and hid again. Morgan's eyes were constantly watching this, making it difficult to think rationally.
- I......I can't! It's one thing if you do it among yourselves, but adults should not take part in it. If someone finds out about this, Max can be taken away from me, and I will go to jail for a long time. And this is only a small part of the consequences.
- But no one will know, as you said – it's just between us!
Max ran to the window and covered it with curtains.
- Now, no one will know for sure.  And the three of us know how to keep secrets.
- B-but if……
The red muzzle cut off Morgan's words by pressing against his lips, and a small paw rested on the bulge in his breeches. The black wolf wanted to push the bat-cub away, yet after so long it was damn nice to feel someone's paw down there besides his own. 
Max looked at the two in shock, the old erection was quickly returning to him. The wolf-cub didn't know why, but the thought that they would play with his father made his dick swell with a vengeance. Standing to the side, Noah seemed confused. Max walked up to him and put his right paw around feline's neck.
- Hey, when you passed out, we were worried. You still haven't answered us. Did you like what Mark was doing?
The lynx, biting his lower lip in embarrassment, mumbled:
- Well, it was very unusual. I enjoyed it though – never would have thought that taking someone's penis in maw could make someone feel so good.
- Heh-heh-heh – I told you that you'd be over the moon!
- It looks like I really was on the moon for ten minutes. You know, your dad's right, too. Now I'm starting to understand a lot of what I've read. We will be in big trouble if someone finds out about this.
Max looked at lynx's serious muzzle. Noah looked like an innocent kitten, but sometimes Noah seemed much older to him. Especially when he talked about knowledge that Max himself did not yet understand. And all because Noah had three tutors, and his parents forced him to study ahead of the school program. Max sometimes copied his words, as it happened in a conversation with his father not so long ago. The cub did this to look more mature in the eyes of others.
- ……
Shifting his gaze to his gray friend, Noah saw his fright and smiled toothily.
- Everything will be fine, Max. Maybe the three of us are goofballs, but we're not so stupid and we know how to keep secrets – right?
Laughing, the wolf-cub hugged him.
- Of course, we are!
During the hug, two small dicks came into contact with each other and the cubs, uttering a groan, pulled away in embarrassment.
- “Khem” – look, your daddy seems to enjoy himself. Mark is a complete pervert!
It's been a long time since Morgan has been kissed like this, especially by a male. He was with a guy only once when he was in college. Since then, the wolf has always chosen females. Usually he found someone in a bar and let off steam with her – no kissing, just fuck, nothing more, nothing less for both. But this time, everything was different. The one who kissed him now did it, albeit not skillfully, but with such passion and desire that he involuntarily reminded Morgan of his wife at the time when they were just married. The piquancy of the situation was added not only by the fact that he was his son's best friend, but also was a cub. Because of that, the pressure in his breeches, under the caresses of a small paw, soon began to become painful and Morgan slowly pushed Mark away from him.
- You're a good kisser, Marky, but if I don't take off these rags, I'll punch an extra hole in them.
- Thank you, Mr. Morgan, can I help you with this?
- Pa, I didn't know you liked guys too.
The older wolf shuddered. It suddenly dawned on him that he wanted to do this not only with the cub, but also in the presence of his son.
- “Damn, how did I even get to this point? I need to go downstairs and clear my head. The kids can fuck all they want, but I need to cool down.”
But then the little fingers again lay on his bulge and rubbed lightly, starting to unbutton his zipper. The black wolf growled blissfully.
- “Fu-u-uck! Damn it! –  if to think again, then I shouldn't cool down! But...”
Gently pushing the bat away from him, Morgan turned to his son.
- Listen Max, I don't mind playing this with you, but more importantly – YOU, yourself, don't mind!? Tell me, it's very important to me! Because if you feel any discomfort or you don't like something, I'll go downstairs right now and leave the three of you alone.
The wolf-cub looked at his father in surprise: his ears stood up, the muzzle was serious, eyes were wide open and so blue like the sea. Every time Max looked at them, he always caught a shadow of sadness deep inside. Tilting his head to one side, Max wagging his tail, thought:
- “And why should I feel discomfort in his presence? I love him more than anything in the world, so why does he feel so guilty?”
The wolf-cub stepped forward and hugged his father by the neck.
- Daddy, what are you saying? I love you and I want to share all these pleasant feelings with you. You never make me feel uncomfortable, even when you brush my fur in the morning.
Morgan hugged his son tightly, stroking his back and withers.
- Thanks buddy – I love you very much too. Always remember that I'm doing my best just for you.
- I know.
- How about you two? – Do you want me to leave?
The lynx and the bat looked at each other and simultaneously shook their heads, so that there was a flapping of ears in the air.
- I'm definitely not.
- And I like to study and learn something new, so I don't mind either.
- Okay, now if you'll excuse me, Maxie, someone here promised to get rid of these rags.
- Let me do it myself.
- What...? Arrrh!
Before he could object, his son touched his bulge, causing a loud groan. Putting his paws on the belt, the cub unbuttoned the zipper to the end and began to pull his shorts down, hearing new moans from his father. A second later, Max freed a big tense dick, twitching, it hit him on the nose, leaving a wet trail on it.
- Wow!!! Mr. Morgan, what a giant! – you can kill with that thing!
- O-oh, pa-a-a!!!
Shouted Mark and Max. Noah shyly peeked out from behind them and opened his maw in surprise.
The three cubs stared with wide eyes at the red pulsating monster, releasing streams of transparent liquid from an angular tip. It was an exact copy of Max's penis, only enlarged. Especially the large knot covered with pulsating veins caught the eye.
Wagging his tail, the black wolf spread his legs a little, proudly exposing his shaft. Morgan was damn pleased to hear compliments.
- Um, thanks, guys!
- Daddy, will I have the same big one when I grow up?
With a shaking paw, Morgan reached for his son's sheath and stroked it, hearing a moan. It was the first time he had touched Max with intimate intentions. Pulling the fluffy shell down, he freed a small knot and grabbing the hot length. Running his fingers over it, he couldn't believe he was doing this.
- Arrrh! Pa-a-ah...oh...
- Of course, champion. – When you grow up, you will also gain in size, but even now you have it pretty good for your age.
The wolf-cub whined when the paw disappears and turned to Mark said:
- I bet I'll have even bigger!
The bat shrugged his shoulders.
- Well, what's the good of walking with a log in your pants?
- Heh-heh-heh – girls like a large caliber, especially big races. A twig is unlikely to satisfy some equine. On the other hand, you're right – it can cause some discomfort.
The black wolf kicked his shorts aside and holding his penis with paw, sat down on the bed.
- Well, since we are planning group mating here, then let me at least tell you a little about sex. You know nothing about it right!? At least you two, by the way, Mark – how did you know about this?
- Well, recently my brother caught me with porn magazines and no pants, –he told me a little.
- Hmm, okay, just told?
- Um-m, no, he showed me how to calm myself with a paw. Well, a-a-and how to use my maw if I want to make someone happy. Andrew promised to show more, but he literally echoed your words about...well, you know...
- And he asked you not to tell anyone?
- Yes, but... but... but it's you! I trust you as the father I never had.
Seeing the tears in bat's golden eyes, Morgan patted Mark between the ears.
- And I appreciate it. Still, I'd like to talk to your brother. Will you ask him to come to us when he has free time?
- Y-yes, of course.
- I want to remind you once again to keep your maw shut. I can't lose everything for one night.
The lynx stretched out his paw and said in a trembling voice:
- Let's create a mental pact. I swear that neither of us will tell anyone about this evening without first warning each other.
- Oh, Noah, you're a genius!
Mark yelled and covered his paw with his own.
- I also swear that I will keep my maw shut.
- Yeah, Daddy, this is our most serious extreme measure when someone wants to keep something secret. If it calms you down, then no one will talk after it for sure.
- I swear.
- I just want you to understand that this is not some stupid game. If even the slightest rumor leaks out, Max will go to the shelter, and I will go to a narrow cage.
The black wolf looked at the three muzzles, but did not see a drop of fun. It looks like it was really a serious ritual for the cubs. They looked at him in silence holding their fluffy paws in front of them until he covered them with his own and said:
- I swear.
And immediately, three pairs of hands squeezed him in a tight embrace.
- The Pact comes into force from now on. The one who violates it will lose the trust of the other members and, haunted by the spirits, he will drag out a miserable existence alone for the rest of his days.
Noah muttered into someone's fur, and his words sent shivers down Morgan's spine. The cubs pulled away and now looked at him differently, as if the adult wolf had become their own, joined their little pack. Morgan's heart ached for a moment – it was the kind of friends he had dreamed of a long time ago as a child, but never met. Who would have thought that he would find them after so many years, and in the person of one of them would be his own son?
Morgan stood up and, under questioning glances, stepped out of the room.
- Dad!?
- I...I need...need a moment... will bring more candles. Be back in a minute.
Wagging his tail, the black wolf disappeared into the darkness behind the door.

Chapter 7
Blurred edges.

Mark nudged the naked lynx with his elbow.
- Damn, well done, Noah – you scared him off with your mystical shit. You don't watch horror movies; I've always wondered where you got it from – from a flea bag!?
- Hey, why me!?
- I don't like horror, Mark, but I love Esotericism. Besides, someone shouted that I was a genius.
- Eso...what!? – Kind of bullshit.
- No, it's not bullshit! – from ancient times to this day arumorphs make pacts with creatures from other worlds. Such an agreement is the most serious, so why don't we create one among ourselves? The other two are still working.
- This time you could have kept silent about the spirits. And I really wanted to play with your dad, Max...damn.
- Maybe…
The wolf-cub did not have time to finish, the room’s door creaked open and Morgan entered holding several more candles. The fur on his muzzle was wet and looked combed, as if the black wolf was washing. Handing the candles to his son, he said:
- Put them around, Maxie, and you, Noah, light them up.
The cubs hurried to follow the instructions, happy that he had returned. When the room became noticeably brighter, Morgan sat down on the bed and looked at the three of them.
- Well, gang, where was I?
Lowering his tasseled ears, Noah muttered shyly:
- Y-you wanted to tell us about mating, and Mark said something about using a maw. What did he mean?
- Oh, yes, – this is what he did to you, taking your penis into his maw. When you suck someone's dick, it's called blowjob or oral sex. If you lick the female's vagina, then you do cunnilingus. You know the difference down there between females and males, right?
The lynx and the bat nodded, and his son shook his head.
- Well, I was spying on girls at school.
Mark answered.
- And I saw my mom in the shower.
- Max, I'll show you the pictures later, so you know. And what exactly did you see, kitten?
Morgan asked with a smile, deciding to warm up the situation. Noah bit his lower lip, thinking, while his pink cock began to slowly come out of the sheath.
- Well, Mom has something completely different there...I saw a slit in the middle of the fur, like a hole...inside it was pink and...and it seems wet. Mom rubbed it with her fingers wagging her tail and breathing heavily, then I ran away afraid that she would see me.
Morgan's cock twitched; it was really hot. His son and the bat listened with interest, stroking themselves.
- Well, it seems your mom was masturbating. I mean - satisfying herself with a paw, as your friends are doing now.
The lynx squinted at the two and, seeing how they were touching themselves, turned away in embarrassment.
- No need to be shy, Noah. When you saw her, did you become hard, like now?
- Y-yes.
- Well, it's called an erection, and it's completely natural.
Noah looked at his twitching penis and then at the black wolf again.
- B-but Mr. Morgan, we relieve ourselves from there. Why does it feel so good?
- Well, this is not the only function of your junk. With it, you can also make babies when you grow up. Females do not have a penis, they have a vagina, or pussy. Um, how can I put it more simply? – this is the hole where you put your thing when you want to have sex. At the end of the process, if you cum inside the female's love tunnel, then she can get pregnant.
Three cubs looked at him with wide eyes, maws open - incredibly interested in his words, the black wolf laughed.
- “Any teacher probably dreams of capturing the attention like this of his students in primary school – well, he just needs to start telling them about sex.”
- Oh, Daddy, we're all males - that means, if we want to have sex now, we can only use our maws and paws?
- Well, hon, as I said, the use of paws is called masturbation or fapping. You usually do it alone when you need to let off steam quickly, and when you don't have a partner.
Max thought for a second and exclaimed:
- So that's what you did that evening when I came into your room without knocking! Then, you were very angry, I don't understand why? I could help you, because it's much nicer when someone else touches you there.
Morgan lowered his ears, cheeks burning with shame.
- Um, I c-couldn't, because having sex with cubs is forbidden. You can go to jail for it, especially having sex with relatives. But the main reason is that I was afraid of hurting your feelings.
- But why is it forbidden!? After all, it's so nice, then why not share it with someone you love!?
Ahead of the wolf-cub, Mark asked angrily.
- Because it is a social taboo, and there is a law for this. For example, if you walk down the street without clothes, or relieve yourself in the wrong place. Having sex with your relative is called incest – if a child born after such a bonding, then he may be very ill.
- B-but didn't you say that we have to decide for ourselves what is right and what is not?
- Yes, that's right, but I also said to be smart and adapt to the rules of our world. Take the current moment, – now I'm breaking the law, but I'm doing it because I think you're old enough to know about sex. Also, so that your innocence is not taken advantage of by someone who does not wish you well. This knowledge will help you avoid mistakes in the future, and have a good time.
Besides all this, I am aware of the risks, that is why I am nervous if someone finds out about it. So, if you think you are doing something right and it does not fit into accepted norms, then you should turn on your brains and be careful. When you grow up, you will understand more, but now, do not bother your heads with this.
The two nodded. Mark hunched over and muttered:
- I suspected that our society is fucking stupid, but I didn't think that so much.
And immediately he felt a firm grip on his ear and then was completely in the tight embrace of a black wolf.
- Aw-aw-aw-aw – For what!?
- You know why! This is the second time, – swearing is rude and not nice! Did you get it? Now, for every such word I hear from your maw, I will pull your ears until they are the same as hares and become as red as your muzzle. The lynx next to him laughed.
- Pfft, heh-heh-heh – if Mark looks like a rabbit, I'll die laughing.
Puffing out his cheeks, the bat cast an evil look at the Noah.
- Shut up, Zephyr – otherwise you're going to die right now!
Mark felt a tight grip of fingers on his other ear.
- Aw-Aw-Aw – now for what!?
- Be polite to your friends, and you're wrong. He doesn't look like a zephyr, he looks more like a ripe dandelion or cloud – white and fluffy!
- Hey, it's not fair - you also need to be pulled by the ear.
- Heh-heh-heh, I wasn't rude - on the contrary, I complimented him.
Freed from the wolf's embrace, Mark sat down next to him.
- Well, you asked me Max - can we have sex in some other way if we are all males? - yes, we can. We may all be males, but we can use our... "ahem"...tailhole. In other words, putting a penis under the tail of another male is called anal sex.
- Ugh!!! But from there we're...well you know...
- Yes, I know, but it's not as bad as it might seem at first sight – besides, if you put aside prejudices, it feels really good. Well, I kind of briefly told everything – questions!?
- Daddy, what is this round thing?
Looking at his son, he saw how the cub holds his aroused dick in one paw, and touches the knot with the finger of the other, shuddering each time. 
- Oh, it's called a knot, all canines have it. It serves to connect two partners during sex – so the probability that the female will become pregnant is higher. Each species has its own differences – for example, felines do not have such knots, but they have small barbs and they are very sensitive.
- Right, when I licked them with tongue, Noah always shuddered.
- Noah! Could you take your paws off and show them what I'm talking about? - no need to be embarrassed.
The lynx shyly removed his paws, exposing his hard cock, completely out of the sheath – the two began to look at it with interest.
- Some species don't have sheath, like our wingy friend here.
Morgan put his paw on Mark's semi-hard cock and began stroking it slowly.
- It just shrinks or tightens depending on the situation.
From such a caress, the bat snuggled up to the black wolf and moaned softly. When his dick was completely erect, the paw disappeared, causing a plaintive whine.
- It's not fair!!! I've been teased all evening, I've never even cum.
The lynx saw a fresh drop of precum on the head of his own dick. Wiping it with his finger, he looked up at the older wolf.
- Mr. Morgan, what is this liquid?
Looking at Noah, the wolf saw a thread of fluid from the head of his penis to a white finger. A puzzled cat's muzzle looked at him with green eyes – one ear with a tassel was lowered, and the other was slightly raised.
“Damn, he's so cute! I'm ready to cum just by looking at him. Damn, I'm turning into a complete pervert”
- Oh yeah. This is a natural lubricant or precum. It appears when you are very aroused and serves for easier penetration into your partner. Can I?
The black wolf stretched out his paw to the feline's dick and when Noah nodded, wrapped his fingers around it. After a few rhythmic strokes, a clear liquid began to ooze profusely from the small tip. The kitten, closing his eyes, moaned with pleasure, pushing his fluffy tummy forward.
- Urrrrh!
- See!?
Morgan removed his paw, showing a sticky palm. The lynx straightened up on shaky legs, and like Mark, let out a plaintive meow. His barbed shaft twitched, sending a trickle of precum onto the wolf's palm.
- Noah, you're ten. It's pretty early for you to flow at that age, although each race matures in its own way.
The lynx shrugged shyly.
- Listen, kitty - I saw how our winged friend gave you an unforgettable orgasm. Don't you want to return the favor to him?
Noah nodded shyly, shifting from paw to paw, wagging his tail with ears pressed to the head he looked into the wolf's eyes.
- I d-don't know – what if I do something wrong?
- You can handle it. It's not as difficult as it seems.
Glancing at Mark, Noah saw he was looking at him with begging in his eyes, while stroking his tense rod.
- O-okay, I'll try.
- That's the spirit! Come here and kneel in front of him, – you, Mark, move a little to the edge of the bed.
The lynx, licking his lips, knelt down, the bat's penis was now on a par with his maw. Noah gently sniffed the tip, feeling a strange, attractive smell.
- During such stimulation, it is important not only to work with the maw and tongue, but also to use your paws. Take his balls with your right paw and his penis at the base with your left.
With a trembling paw, Noah grabbed the velvet balls, they were very soft and warm to the touch. He put the other one on the base of the bat’s dick – it twitched and liquid flowed from the tip.
- O-oh! N-noa-a-ah – don't squeeze them so hard, they are very sensitive.
- S-sorry.
- Okay, now Noah, lick the head, and then run your tongue all over the shaft. You can also take his balls into your maw - it will be very pleasant for him, or just massage them with your paw.
Uncertainly sticking out his rough feline tongue, lynx licked the head collecting the liquid from it, – the shaft twitched, and a groan came from above. The taste turned out to be salty, but not bad, so kitty began to lick the tip more confidently, slowly lowering his tongue and wielding all over the bat's dick as he was told. With his right paw, Noah gently squeezed the silky orbs while listening to Mark's moans. When his tongue reached them, he wrapped his lips around them, nuzzling the base of the cock, inhaling its musky smell.
- Arrrh!
- Well done kitty, but be careful with your teeth – caress them with your tongue, then you can go back to the head.
From what was happening, Morgan's red cock was hard as a rock. He had never done a blowjob, but he often got it himself and now he was sharing all those nice tips that he had learned. And judging by the hanging tongue from Mark's maw, they worked perfectly.
- Ummmh!
Releasing the balls heated in his maw, Noah again wrapped his paw around them, and licking the shaft returned to the tip.
- Now open your maw and wrap it around the tip, suck it a little, not forgetting to use your tongue. Then, without stopping sucking, take more length by lowering your head, and then back to the tip. Try to take as much length as possible each time, and I repeat – be careful with your teeth!
- Uuaaaah!
Holding a hard dick with left paw, the lynx-cub wrapped his lips around it and immediately his maw began to fill with salty precum.  After swallowing, Noah followed the instructions, and running his tongue along the shaft, began to smack lightly, moving his head up and down.
Standing nearby, Max watched as Noah pleasured Mark – an hour ago, the shy cat was shaking with shame at the very thought of being naked in front of someone. Now he was on his knees and sucking someone else's dick. Looking at this, the wolf-cub thought that he would not mind trying it himself. 
All his father's attention was focused on the lynx, so Morgan did not notice how his son knelt in front of him and bent his muzzle to his groin. The realization came only when the cub ran his tongue over the red flesh, causing the black wolf to shudder and release a blissful moan. Looking at his son, he saw the cub slyly licking his lips in front of his big shaft.
- M-Max, what are you d-doing?
- I'm bored, I want to try it too.
- B-but, but......Oh-oh-oh!!!
Max began to lick his father's cock with a gentle tongue from the tip to the knot, following the instructions he heard. Taking the heavy fluffy balls in his paw, he began to massage them gently, noticing how big and soft they were. The precum periodically flew out of the angular tip, soiling the gray fur on the cub's neck. From such caresses, Morgan groaned in unison with Mark - only one thought was spinning in the head of the older wolf:
- “My own son is licking my dick, damn, – an hour ago I could not even dream about this.”
At the moment when Max opened his maw, about to take the tip inside, a large paw lay on his head, slightly holding it.
- W-wait a minute, son.
The wolf-cub looked at his father in bewilderment – a big twitching penis danced in front of his nose, sending streams of precum on the gray head.
- Did I do something wrong, Daddy?
- N-no, you're great, but I need to fully enlighten the kitten, and if you continue, then I won't be able to do it anymore – give me ah...a minute.
Max puffed out his cheeks and lifting his tail flopped on his ass, waiting for his father to finish. To pass the time somehow, the cub began stroking his own length, sometimes licking salty liquid from his fingers.
Turning his gaze to the lynx, Morgan saw the cub had taken almost the entire length of the bat's cock into his maw and was now sucking on it – green eyes were looking at the black wolf in search of advice. Morgan reached out a paw and ruffled the fluffy cat ears with tassels.
- Good kitty – you have a talent for this. Now, carefully, watching your teeth, move your head up and down, not forgetting to work with your tongue. I don't think Marky will last long, so remember – when he cums, his seed will shoot you right in the maw. Don't be scared and don't pull away, swallow everything he gives you, and also try to look him in the eye. And you, Mark, put your wing paw on Noah's head and maintain eye contact with him.
- Y-yes-a-ah, oh-okay!
Noah slowly raised his head until only the tip was left on his tongue – feeling the weight of a winged paw between his ears. It pushed his head down and lynx yielded, taking the whole length again.
- Aaah!
The precum now flowed constantly, dripping onto the rough tongue. Noah tried to swallow it, but soon it seeped along the edges of his maw and began to drip down onto the floor. Remembering that he needed to look into the eyes, Noah looked at Mark and saw pure thirst in his golden eyes. The lynx again, starting to move his head slowly, gradually speeding up while not forgetting to work with his tongue.
Bat groaned even louder – the lynx's innocent green eyes, looking at him from below, almost sent him over the edge.
- “Oooh damn! If I hadn't fapped three times today, I would have exploded from such a look long ago.”
- Ye-a-aah, kitty, good boy – suck my dick and you'll get your milk soon.
Noah just mumbled and seemed to speed up the action. For some reason, he really liked the praise from Mark, and his own barbed cock twitched, sending a wave of bliss to feline's brain. The carpet under the lynx became wet from the precum.
After watching the studiously sucking cock cub, Morgan turned to Max with a smile. The wolf-cub stroked his dick while looking at his friends.
- W-well, son? Do you still want to try?
- Of course, I want! But why look into each other's eyes?
- Well, when someone gives you a blowjob and keeps eye contact with you, it gives an extra stimulating factor. It's hard to describe in words, you'll see for yourself later - well, come here.
The black wolf spread his legs in invitation, watching as his son knelt down and bent over the red boner, starting to lick the large wolf balls, then ran his hot tongue along the shaft lapping salty juice.
- Oooh!!! Maxy, I love foreplay, but now I'm so aroused that if you continue, I'll cum on your head – take dick in your maw and start sucking.
- Daddy, and when you finish there will be a lot of sperm? I might not be able to swallow it all.
- Uurrrrgh, you'll find out when the time comes. Now stop talking and get busy!
The wolf-cub once again ran his tongue from the knot to the tip, catching two streams of precum in his maw and looked at his father with an innocent look of big blue eyes.
- And what if .....
- Grrrrrrrrrr.
A slight growl came from above. It looks like the adult was running out of patience.
- Hee-hee-hee, you have such a funny muzzle, Daddy. Okay! Okay! – Relax!
With these words, Max wrapped his paw around the red sphere at the base and, directing the swollen penis to himself, carefully placed it in his maw. The size was really impressive. Max thought that his long maw would allow him to take the entire length, but he managed to get a little more than half. Endless streams of precum immediately began to collect on the tongue – the wolf-cub swallowed a salty mess, but there was so much liquid that a second later it flooded his maw again.
- Whoa-whoa! Champion, – not all, oh... at once, are you crazy!? You're going to choke – slowly, little by little, and if you feel you can't take more, then don't even try, such things come with practice.
The cub grunted and began to move his head, collecting liquid from the shaft with his tongue periodically swallowing. Soon he felt the weight of his father's paw on his head. It caressed his ears and stroked the fur on his cheeks in approval.
- Aaah!!! Good boy! Son, massage my balls.
The cub obeyed, the fluffy sack was already soaked with fluid and felt warm and slimy to the touch. With the palm that rested under the wolf's knot, Max felt a rapid pulse. Raising his gaze, the wolf-cub began to look his father in the eyes, diligently moving his head. He noticed that with each new movement, he took a little more of his father's cock into his maw, but he already felt his limit.
- Ooooh!!! Yes-a-a-h – that's it, son... ah! Suck Daddy's dick...a-ah...you like it? Arrrh…
- Ummmh…
The room was filled with moaning and smacking. Between the black wolf and the bat's legs, the two heads moved almost in unison. The cubs, who had never done a blowjob in their lives, coped perfectly well, sucking enthusiastically and wagging their tail.
Mark walked on the edge, the bat-cub lasted much longer than Morgan thought. He watched as the lynx now worked more confidently and energetically with his maw. Forgetting about the shame, the kitten quickly stroked his own dick.
Max, getting used to the size, also picked up speed. The precum trickled out of his maw dripping onto his knees and the carpet.
Feeling that there was just a little left before orgasm, the black wolf turned his head and saw the bat's muzzle in front of his own. Mark, with his ears lowered in bliss, dangled a long tongue from his maw, which swayed with each heavy sigh. With his free paw, Morgan pulled the bat's head towards him until their lips met. Mark mechanically responded to the kiss, and after a few seconds, both vividly finished moaning in each other's maws.
- Ummmmmmh…
When Mark's cock began to twitch convulsively, and a hot jet of semen hit Noah in the palate, the lynx almost choked with surprise. He wanted to step back, but stopped himself and managed to take the first gulp, followed by another. After a few more powerful bursts of semen, the flow began to dry up. As he was told, the cat swallowed everything, slowly shaking his head along the shaft. His own cock twitched in his paw, sending goosebumps down the feline's back. From the smooth pink head, several streams of white liquid splashed onto the terry-cloth bedspread. Through the pleasure, Noah thought:
- “Ah-h-h!!! – It's an amazing feeling. Hmm, the liquid... aaah... has an unusual taste – it resembles tropical fruits, only salty. Heh, I did it – the achievement is accomplished! As Uncle Morgan said, everything turned out to be not so difficult. Still, it's very strange to suck someone's penis, so what should I do now?”
The paw from above began to push him back. Understanding the hint, Noah pulled away, and Mark collapsed on the bed, breaking a kiss with the wolf. Standing on his knees, Noah began to wash himself – licking the remnants of fluids from his paws, long fur and barbed cock.

A minute ago.
By the quickening pulse, Max guessed that his father would soon finish – so the wolf-cub did not take his dick deep into his maw, stopping halfway. As far as possible, the cub stuck out his tongue and began to lick the lower part of the shaft. Remembering how pleasant it was to him when Mark tightly squeezed his knot, the Max tightened his grip on the base, and for his father, this was the final straw.
- Arrrrrh!!!
For Morgan, it was the strongest orgasm in his life. He did not cum like that, even in his student years. The mere thought he was committing this forbidden act excited him like nothing in the world, and when he felt a tight squeeze on his knot, the orgasm fell on him like a ton of bricks. His vision darkened with every throb of his penis, and from the pleasure, his breath was taken away.
A stream of sticky sperm escaped from the tip filling his son's maw. Max tried to swallow everything, but with each pulsation, the seed became more and more until it splashed from the corners of the cub's mouth. Flowing down the shaft, the liquid covered the already soaked balls, oozing onto the bed.
- “Da-a-amn, it seems that tomorrow I will have to do cleaning in my room as well. Max thought.
Morgan, gasping for air, slowly coming out of a coma of bliss. When the orgasm began to fade, the adult wolf, exhausted, flopped on the bed after Mark. The flow of liquid slowed down. Max released a thick organ from his maw and began to lick the mess.
- Dad...kehe-kehe...daddy - I hope you liked it.
- I-it was...oh...i-incredible! – T-thank you, son.
The wolf-cub got to his feet, climbed onto the bed and lay down right on top of his father, burying his nose in his neck. Morgan hugged him back.
- You're welcome, Daddy. I like to please someone, especially you – remember, you are not alone, and I love you very much.
- Max, I………Thanks! I love you too.
- Don't do it alone anymore. Tell me and I'll be happy to suck your dick again.
Opening his maw, the black wolf could not find what to answer. His son's words made his length become hard again.
After licking his paws, Noah also got up and stepped to the bed where Mark was lying. The bat looked into the feline's green eyes and smiled.
- Noah – it was so cool!
- Um, really? I, um...tried. I wanted to make you as pleasant as you did to me.
- You're almost a guru! Max and I have to catch up with you, and we can build a great fucking brothel, with Blackjack and hoo......Aw-aw-aw-aw!!!
The bat felt a familiar pressure on his ear. Turning his head slightly, he saw Morgan, who was looking at the bat with one eye narrowed. Max was smiling and giggling on his chest. Mark managed to free his long radar from shaky fingers and was now rubbing it with his paws.
- Heck, Mr. Morgan is just a figure of speech, it happens by itself – besides, it gives words stylistic significance.
-You won't believe it, Marky, but my paw also acts by itself and creates new geometric shapes out of your ears – it looks like there's nothing we can do about it.
Standing nearby, Noah grinned. Stepping back a couple of steps, lynx-cub theatrically raising his paw, scratched the back of his head and looking at the bat asked:
- Hey Mark, uh-um-m – what is stylistic significance? I've never heard of that.
Mark, stroking his long ear, looked at him in surprise. At first, the red muzzle expressed confusion. Bat’s body tensed, as it happened in class when he did not know the correct answer, and then a spark of understanding flashed in his golden eyes. His maw immediately bared in anger.
- Oh, you furry shit! Such things don't happen to me twice – do you want to know what it is, hum-m!? Come here and I'll explain it to you.
Mark beckoned him with his finger, but the giggling lynx just shook his head, flapping his ears, and took another step back, pressing himself against the wall. The cub-bat wanted to get up and tickle this clever piece of white fur, but felt a paw wrapped around his short tail. Without giving a sign, he proudly puffed out his chest, remaining in place, and crossed wings on the chest.
- That's right - be afraid! Don't think you're off the hook – soon your smart ass will get what it deserves!
While Max was lying on top of him, Morgan could feel his son's hard dick rubbing against his own. Now the cub began to move his hips slightly, fucking him in the stomach. Thrusting his paw between their bodies, the black wolf felt the hard flesh of his son and squeezed – a groan immediately escaped from Max's maw and he began to push vigorously into his father's palm.
- Aaarch!
- Heh, someone made a mess down here.
- Aahhhh! S-sorry pa-ah, i-it's so...so... oo-oh! There's nothing I can do about it.
- Heh-heh-heh – I know, but before you finish, I can show you and everyone else how to do something more enjoyable than what we did before.
Mark's ears immediately pricked up, and he turned to the couple lying next to him.
- Do you mean sex with a male under the tail?
Curious, Noah came closer and sat down on the bed next to the bat, hoping that he had already forgotten the recent conversation. Lynx couldn't wait to feel these pleasant, exciting sensations again, and if Max's father says it will feel even better, then he definitely wanted to try it. Even if it refers to the tailhole.
- Will it hurt, Mr. Morgan?"
- Well, for the first time, it can bring some discomfort. Over time, it will pass, and after a few times, when your ass gets used to it, it will disappear at all. But we're going to need lube. Of course, we can use precum and saliva, but the purchased lubricant has an analgesic effect, which will be very useful for the first time.
Looking at the lynx's groin, Mark saw a prickly pink shaft and smiled.
- Ha! It looks like our shy kitten has drawn his weapon again.
Grinning, he stretched out a winged paw and began to play with the fluffy sheath. Out of habit, Noah wanted to pull away, but he melted and purred under the caresses of the bat, spreading his legs apart.
- Murrrrrh…
Releasing his son's dick Morgan licked the cub's ear, attracting his attention.
- Well, Max, do you want to try?
The question was unnecessary, the gray muzzle looking at him radiated impatience.
- Of course, I want! Just tell me what to do.
- Hee-hee-hee – very eager, eh? First, please go downstairs and get lube. Such a white tube without a label – it's in my room, in the bottom drawer of the bedside table. And grab a couple more candles too.
The cub immediately jumped off the bed. Grabbing the flashlight, he flew out the door like a rocket – with every movement his hard cock kept beating against his sticky stomach.
His father, folding paws like a megaphone, shouted after him.
- Yo! Yo! – slow down on the steps, or you'll break your fishing rod on the way, not to mention everything else!
The two cubs on the bed laughed in unison. Noah looked uncertainly at the black wolf.
- Um, Mr. Morgan, w-who's going to g-get...well...well, under the tail?
Morgan smiled at the shy kitten, bent down, and wrapping his paws around the fluffy body, pulled him to himself – lynx mewed in surprise, pressing his back against the warm chest. The black wolf wrapped one paw around the barbed shaft and slowly continued Mark's work. With the other, he began to wander over the fluffy chest and, finding small nipples in the fur, began to massage them. The feline's body completely relaxed and moaned in the wolf's embrace, and after a few seconds, Noah purred again. Morgan licked the ear with a tassel and asked:
- Do you want to try, cutie, hmm?
- I...I don't know, ooh... I'm a-afraid of p-pain.
- As I said, only for the first time, and then not much, but then it will pass and it will feel fantastically nice.
- B-but you have...yours...b-big...and…
- No, no, 'fluff', – to take mine you need to grow up, or more practice. I was talking about Max. You want to try it with him?
The kitten's emerald eyes shined.
- Yes, he's my best friend, of course, if he doesn't mind.
- You saw him a minute ago, heh-heh-heh.
Mark sat next to them in the lotus position and fapped watching the couple. 
After stroking Noah a little more, the elder wolf ran his fingers over the barbed cock for the last time and collecting as much precum as possible. Lifted the cat's body, he lowered them under his tail. Finding a tight ring of lynx’s anus, Morgan began to gently rub the liquid there. Noah flinched at the unexpected touch, but the wolf's paw pressed him back to his chest.
- Muuf! M-Mr. M-Morgan, what are you doing?
- Well, I thought to give you some of that treat you're doubting. Just relax, you'll like it.
After massaging the ring, the wolf tried to penetrate it with a finger, but it looks like the lynx was nervous and his body was too tense. Morgan took his paw away and looked at Mark.
- Marky, do you want to give our feline friend even more pleasure? - Besides, you can learn something new for yourself.
- I'm all for it! I want to know everything about sex and I like to make my friends feel good.
- Great! Then put your maw under his tail and start licking.
The red-head froze in indecision.
- Y-you w-want me to lick his a-ass, b-but...but…
Morgan waved his paw.
- Oh, come on! Who just said that he wants to know everything about sex? You all washed up in the shower, and half an hour ago you sucked his cock – come on, don't be a coward.
Mark reluctantly removed his paws from his boner. Getting on all fours, he lowered his muzzle down under the tail of the lynx, expecting the worst, but when he sniffed the air, he smelled only a slight smell of musk and shampoo. Sticking out his long tongue, he licked the pink hole, but there was nothing but salty precum – the white tail wagged from the warm touch in such an unusual place.
- Come on, Marky, – he will be very pleased. Maybe he'll return the favor to you back later.
Encouraged by the wolf's words, Mark began to lick the lynx under the tail, slowly at first, then more eagerly. He would never have thought that he would lick someone's ass, but feeling how often his own penis twitches, the bat-cub realized it was quite arousing.
Morgan held a moaning kitten in his arms and watched Mark with interest.
- Try to stick your tongue inside. I think that after your work, our feline friend has relaxed enough.
After hesitating for a second, the bat gently pressed his tongue on the tight entrance. At first, he doubted that he would be able to penetrate, but the muscle easily slipped inside, and from above came a loud - OOOH!!!
- Heh! – now do you hear how nice it is? So, Mark, now move your tongue back and forth. Sometimes pull it out and lick around like you did before.
The bat moved his tongue a little, feeling the tight muscles relax, then sticking it out and began to lick the base of the tail, and after a few seconds penetrated hole again.
- “I can't believe I'm literally licking someone's ass, but damn it - everything that happens tonight is worth it!”
Chapter 8
Good night.

Meanwhile, Max ran down the stairs. Holding his swollen dick with one paw, and the flashlight in the other, the cub raced along the corridor without slowing down. Already on the threshold of his father's room, he stepped on the rug – it treacherously sliding under his paws made a cub flop on his ass. The flashlight fell to the floor next to him with a thud and immediately went out. Max's ears pressed against his head at the sound of plastic breaking.
- Aww-w, the stupid rug – da-a-amn, Dad will kill me. Grrrh, my tail...oh!
Eyes were slowly getting used to the darkness. After collecting all the pieces of plastic that he could see, Max entered his father's room and put the broken flashlight on the table to the left, almost knocking the candle to the floor.
Without the light of the street lamps, the room was in semi-darkness. Max was not particularly afraid of the dark, but every child, no matter how brave he was, is always afraid of monsters lurking in the dark. Shivering, he cautiously moved to the window, where there was a bedside table, and howled in pain when he bumped his knee painfully on the corner of the bed on the way. Deciding to open the curtains to make it brighter, the cub almost screamed in fright, feeling the fur on the back of his neck stand on end.
Outside the window, under the gusts of wind and rain, the huge yellow head of a sunflower was swaying. Cursing himself for his cowardice, Max opened the middle drawer of the nightstand and began to rummage through it hastily, his fingertips still trembling with fright.
- “Well, let's see: charging, pens, candy wrappers, gum, glasses – dad should also clean up in his room, and not reproach me alone, what a mess!”
In the far corner, under a pile of socks, the wolf-cub groped a rectangular object, fished the thing out he saw a photo frame. In the very weak light from the street, Max saw two wolves in the photo, standing in an embrace against the background of the lake. Gray wolf was holding a cub in her paws, which looked about three years old, Max realized it was him.
He didn't have any photos of his mother, and hadn't seen her since she left. She didn't call or write and never visited him and his father. Over time, the memories of how she looks began to fade slowly in Max's memory.
- “They look so happy in the photo...”
Thought the wolf, imagining how his father sitting here alone in the semi-darkness and looking at this photo.
- “All those years that she was not around, he was very sad and lonely. I need to plan my day and spend more time with him.”
A loud thud on the window made Max jump. The frame fell out of his fingers, but he managed to catch it on the fly by pressing it to his stomach. Glancing slowly out the window, he saw the same sunflower – a strong gust of wind must have sent it straight into the glass. Clenching his paw into a fist, the wolf-cub shook it in front of the yellow head on the street, whispering:
-“Ghrrrr, wait until morning – I'll get even with you, yellow bastard!”
Max carefully put the photo back.
- “Where's the damn lube? Oh, right! Dad said in the bottom drawer – I am so stupid; hope he won't notice that I was rummaging through his things.”
Opening the bottom drawer, he found a round tube under a pile of underwear. Also nearby was a long object resembling a carrot in shape. After thinking about it, the wolf-cub decided not to take it and, grabbing the lubricant, set off on his way back, taking with him two large candles from the table.
Treading cautiously in the dark, Max slowly went upstairs. When he entered his room, he froze as before, stunned by what he saw.
The lynx was lying on Morgan's stomach, just below, Mark was holding Noah's white fluffy legs, burying his muzzle under the feline's tail, licking him with his tongue. His father stroked the red bat's head in encouragement with one paw and jerked off the pink cat's dick with the other. At the same time, Morgan lowered his maw, passionately kissing the lynx.
Noah himself didn't seem to know what sounds to make – he hissed, purred, moaned, meowed. The little feline's body was wriggling and rubbing against the black chest of the older wolf.
Max, dumbfounded, looked at what was happening. Before his eyes, Noah's body sharply arched upwards and a throbbing pink cock shot out several streams of sticky semen that fell on two kissing maws. After releasing a few more weak trickles, the liquid began to run low. The black paw moved along the barbed length for some time, then froze, just holding the shaft oozing with seed.
Morgan let go of Mark's head and the bat pulled his maw away, licking black lips. Max saw a pink pucker under the kitten's tail – it seemed to pulse in time with the Noah's penis.
Max was so absorbed by what had happened that he completely forgot about the two large candles that he was clutching to himself. One of them slipped out of his loosened grip and landed right on his leg.
- Ou-u-uch! Goddamn waxy shit!
Three of them turned their heads towards him. The lynx's gaze seemed to look right through him.
- Son, you took a long time, considering how fast you flew away?
After thinking about it, the wolf-cub decided not to talk about the broken flashlight yet, unless his father asks. It's better to let everything be clarified in the morning.
- Well, I couldn't find this lubricant, and on the way back I decided not to hurry, especially on the stairs. Em-m – Mark, did I dream or did you really lick someone's fluffy ass?
The bat shuddered, caught by the question and sat on the edge of the bed wrapping his wings around himself. His red fur on the muzzle perfectly conveyed his current feelings.
- Well, I......I......y-y-your dad s-s-said, and I...w-well...
It was the first time Max had ever seen Mark so embarrassed. All the time that he knew him, it was difficult to shame the bat in anything - usually everything turned out just the opposite. 
Smiling, Max could not restrain himself and decided to get as much pleasure from the situation as possible. Putting a candle and a tube of lubricant on the floor, he fell to his knees in front of Mark, and stretching out his paws in a pleading gesture, began to pry.
- And what does it taste like? Tell me, you just have to tell me! I like to discover new exquisite tastes and have tried countless of them in my life, but I have never had the chance to know the taste of someone's ass. Did you feel the vha-ha-vanilla notes? Cinnamon!? – m-maybe citrus? Or...or... it was a ha-honey bouquet!? Aha-ha-ha...a taste of explosive fun!!!...ah-ha-ha…
The wolf-cub fell to the floor, holding his stomach with paws, laughed hysterically.
Morgan almost burst out laughing himself from the whole scene, holding his maw with a paw in time. He didn't want to offend the confused bat.
- Spare him Max, his muzzle won't get even redder than it is now. Besides, there is nothing wrong with this – this is one way to prepare your partner if you don't have any lube at paws.
- A-ha-ha-ha...NUTELLA!!! Ha-ha-ha…
Noah, having gained some energy after the experienced orgasm, got up and sat down next to the ashamed Mark. Hugging him with one paw, the kitten moved closer and kissed him on the cheek.
- Mark, I know this whole situation is very awkward, but I was very pleased. Please ignore that cackling bag of fleas on the floor and accept my thanks.
The bat looked at him and smiled.
- You're welcome, – anytime.
Morgan, meanwhile, picked up candles and lube from the floor. After placing the candles, he lit them and the room became even brighter. Max, meanwhile, having calmed down, slowly got to his feet.
- Oh, man, my head is spinning. Hey Marky – I'm sorry, I couldn't resist, you would have done the same in my place.
- Yes, yes - enjoy, flea-jerk.
Standing behind his son, Morgan put his paws on his shoulders. Looking towards the two cubs, he winked at them.
- Someone here was so hungry for sex ... eh, it's a shame, – as you can see the mood is spoiled. I think we need to finish the party and go to bed.
- WHAT!? No, I was just joking – it's not fair!
- It looks like your friends no longer have any desire – and where will it come from, if everyone is thinking about Nutella?
Max glanced at the two on the bed.
- Hey guys, seriously!?
Noah took a deep breath, and Mark sadly shook his head. The wolf-cub turned around, pressing his ears to head and puffing out his cheeks, looked pleadingly into his father's eyes. Morgan could literally see the gears turning in his son's head in an attempt to find a way to convince everyone.
- Well, co-o-ome o-o-n! How can I make amends?
- Hmmm, well, I think Marky deserves a reward for his efforts and some apology. If you want to make amends, you'll raise your tail for him a little later.
For Max, it didn't even seem to be a problem.
- Anything! Whatever!
- Heh-heh-heh – good. Ok, Noah, do you still want to try?
Enthusiastically jumping on the bed, the lynx shouted out.
- Yes! I want to try it!
- Good boy. Take a doggy pose and lift your tail.
- Doggy pose?
- Well, have you seen how wild animals mate? Get on all fours and lift your tail. In sex, this is called the Doggy-style.
Noah hesitantly got down on his paws and knees, not forgetting to raise his tail.
- Max, get on the bed and stand behind him. I said earlier that you need to prepare your partner before sex and if you don't have a lubricant with you, then you can use your tongue. It will also be a good prelude and will give him extra pleasure. Since today our "grey taster" has discouraged all desire for this, we will do without it.
The wolf-cub climbed onto the bed. Kneeling, he stroked his hard cock, looking at the fluffy white balls of the kitten and the pink ring under his tail. 
- Okay, son – stretch out your paw and I'll squeeze some lube on it. Lubricate his entrance and your fingers well with it. Massage around his anus, then gently penetrate with one finger inside. When you feel the muscles are relaxed and stretched, add a second one. You, Noah, should relax.
- Uh-huh.
The cub rubbed the sticky liquid on his palm, then touched the hot entrance. The lynx immediately trembled, lowering his tail.
- Oh, it's co-o-old!
- Don't worry, just at the beginning, raise your tail.
Black wolf saw how easily his son's fingers went inside, so after a few seconds he stopped him.
- Hmm, I think that's enough, Max. Marky has prepared him well, let's not waste time. Move closer and bring your dick head to the entrance. Penetrate slowly, listening to your partner's breathing and feelings. If it hurts him, then pause and wait until he gets used to it.
- O-okay, Daddy.
- Ummrrh.
Max was worried that he might hurt his friend and as carefully as possible entered the hot hole, immediately melting with pleasure. Instincts drove him forward and yet he managed to hold himself, entering half a length.
- Go on, lean forward and hug him.
The wolf-cub lay down on the lynx's back, slowly pushing his hips forward, began to fuck feline under the tail, moving deeper and deeper until pressing the knot to the Noah's anus. Wagging his tail, the lynx writhed under him and moaned, feeling nothing but pleasure.
- Umrrh.
- Arrrrh!
Grinning, Morgan stretched out his paw and patted his son between the ears.
- Heh-heh - congratulations on losing your virginity, son. By the way, you can gently take his neck in your maw, but be careful. Oh, and don't try to tie him with the knot, it takes practice.
- Y-yaaarrrh…
On the other side of the bed, Mark bent down and watched as a wolf's dick with a squelch in and out of a pink ring. He couldn't wait to try it himself, and bat-cub waited patiently, watching how his friends fuck.
- Arrrrh…Noah...I...AH!
- Mrrryauh!
Pushing his hips, the wolf-cub felt the rapid approach of the peak. It was his first time, and he didn't have enough stamina and restraint. Obeying his instincts, Max opened his maw and, increasing the force of the thrusts, wrapped his jaws around the feline's neck. The lynx immediately arched under him, purring, and began to push himself even deeper on the cock.
- Muarrrr…
- Ummmh…
Seeing that the cubs are at the limit. Morgan slipped a paw between their bodies and took his son's knot in his palm. He put the other paw on Max's butt, pressing his lubricated finger on his anus.
- Ummmmh!
Max felt the tight tunnel tighten around his length, and a strong grip squeezed his knot. The last straw was an unexpected penetration under the tail and without releasing the cat's neck from the maw, the wolf-cub mumbled in ecstasy, starting to fill the lynx's ass with his seed.
- Uu-ummmmh!!!
- Good boy, heh-heh-heh.
- Muarrrrrh.
Feeling how the wolf's hot cock once again rubbed against a special spot under his tail, Noah opened his maw in a silent cry of bliss. His barbed cock twitched, sending several white streams of sperm onto the bedspread. Vision blurred, but the lynx forced himself not to lose consciousness. When the pleasure began to decrease, his gaze slowly cleared. He felt overwhelmed. There was a pleasant warmth under his tail and with each pulsation of the wolf's dick, the hot liquid filled his ass more and more. Noah liked the feeling of being connected to Max, as if they were even closer to each other than before. Also, the lynx knew perfectly well that his parents would not approve of such a thing and this thought also gave some pleasure. He promised himself that the next day he would definitely thank the black wolf for allowing them to create this connection.
- Well, how did you like your first mating?
- It was…
- Aah!
Max slid off Noah's back onto the bed, slipping out of his anus, and a second later Noah fell on top of him, panting.
- Heh-heh-heh…
Morgan lifted the lynx's tail and looked at the pink hole from which the white seed of his son was oozing. After making sure that Noah was not injured, he nodded to the cubs.
- It's all right, well done, son. O-oh…
Mark jumped onto Morgan's lap and began to whine.
- I want it, too, Mr. Morgan, let's have sex. I want to do this with you.
- Ha-ha-ha-ha…
This caused the black wolf to burst out laughing.
- W-well, what's funny?
- Marky, were you listening to me at all? If I put my spear into you, your ass will split in two.
Max and Noah laughed. Lying in an embrace, they watched an excited bat pester an adult. Squirming his ass on the lap of the black wolf, Mark rubbed it against the thick wolf's penis, poking his own into Morgan's stomach.
- I don't care – I want to try!
- Well, then turn your head, – do you see two cuties lying there? Ah... you need to ask one of them.
Max immediately raised his paw up before Mark could react.
- I want to try the same thing as Noah, well, under the tail. Do you want to, Mark? After all, I want to atone for my behavior before.
- Max! I love you! Of course, I want to! Thanks!
The adult grinned. It looks like his son will lose both his virginity today. Suddenly, a tight warmth enveloped the head of his dick and he gasped in pleasure. Mark's persistence bore fruit and Morgan penetrated him by a few centimeters.
- Arrrrh!
The bat immediately leaned up, feeling the pain.
- Aw-aw-aw! It h-hurts!
- I told you, you idiot! Let me see.
In the candlelight, an adult examined the bat's tailhole.
- You're fine, but don't do that again. It takes practice, and you're a virgin at all. Come to me when these two, fuck you enough times, then we'll see. After all, I'm sure that after tonight, the three of you will look for any opportunity to get under each other's tail. Heh-heh-heh.
- O-okay…oh.
Mark muttered in disappointment. The black wolf kissed him on the forehead, lifted him up, and put on the floor.
- Well, Maxie, get up in the dog pose, tail up!
Before getting up, the wolf-cub kissed the lynx on the lips.
- Thanks Noah.
- Y-yes. Max I'm...I'm l...a-anytime.
Turning around, Max stood on his hands and knees. Wagging his tail, he raised it in invitation.
- I'm ready!
- No, you're not ready, but Marky will take care of it.
The black wolf gave the bat a little push, and he jumped onto the bed behind his friend. After stroking Max's gray balls and sheath, Mark looked at the wolf's tailhole, thinking about putting his maw under the tail and licking the entrance. After all, in fact, the bat liked to do what he did to Noah. It was great to watch and hear how the lynx squirmed and moaned in pleasure from his tongue. Looking at his friend's furry ass, Mark wanted to show the gray fool how nice it is.
- “Well...maybe another time.”
Morgan squeezed some lube onto his paw and Mark started spreading it around the black ring. Holding the wagging tail with his other paw, Mark carefully pushed the tip of his finger inside and the wolf's body shuddered, but Max continued to stand still.
- Oh! It's so strange.
- Listen to pleasant feelings and trust your friend. Hey Noah, don't stand aside, come here.
The white lynx crawled closer. Morgan wrapped his paws around him and sat on his lap, feeling the pleasant soft fur on his cock. The bed wasn't big, but they managed to fit well on it. The bat meanwhile, pushed a second finger in the wolf-cub and slowly moved them back and forth. Max began to moan from the new pleasant sensations. The black wolf leaned into the feline's ear and whispered:
- Do you want to take part and help your red friend a little?
Noah nodded, – the pink tip of his penis began to emerge from the sheath again. Morgan lowered his paw down, slightly caressing the fluffy shell and small balls, forcing the white cat to squint in a pleasant feeling.
- Take this tube and squeeze some gel on your paw, then lubricate his cock properly.
The lynx obediently took the tube and squeezed a generous portion of lube into his palm and bent down to the bat's crotch. Seeing his long cock twitching, kitty took it in his paw and began to rub the cold liquid all over the shaft.
 - Wh-what!? Ohhh!!!
- Don't worry, Marky, our little feline friend, will help you.
Mark felt the grip of someone else's fingers and the coolness of the lubricant. The fingers went from the base to the tip, properly oiling the tense organ, and began to slide rhythmically back and forth. From the sudden pleasure, Mark almost forgot what he was doing himself. When he came to his senses, he continued to stretch Max's tight hole, playing with gray balls with his free paw. His three fingers were now sliding freely inside the wolf's anus, and after working with his paw a little more, he turned to Morgan.
- Um, Mr. Morgan, I think Max has relaxed enough and... and... oh-h-h!!!
- Are you sure? Well, then, move closer and place the tip of your shaft at his entrance. You heard what I said before – don't push the whole length at once, otherwise you will hurt him, enter gently, with pauses, with that you will give him time to get used to.
- Pa-a-ap, are you sure it's ......O-ooh!!!
Noah helped to bring the slippery tip of bat's dick under Max's tail, seeing how it slightly pressed and then penetrated a couple of centimeters inside.
- Aaaaah!
Both cubs gasped loudly, and Mark put a lot of effort into fighting his instinct not to push his hips forward and not shove the whole shaft to the balls. Clenching his teeth, the bat carefully, with pauses, millimeter by millimeter, began to plunge himself inside, and soon his orbs pressed against the fluffy balls of his canine partner.
Pulling away, Noah settled on Morgan's lap, watching the two lovers from the side. From time to time, the kitten, shuddering from the sweet bliss that the naughty black paw in his groin gave him. He was pleased to receive care and love from an adult again, because his parents in recent years have paid more attention to their work than to him. Doing nothing but pushing him on the same path of life, without asking if he wants to follow it or not.
- Ah-ah…
Deciding to also make Max's father feel good, Noah found a hot Morgan's cock in the fur and began stroking it with a small paw.
- Oh-h-h!!! Now, it feels like I need to go to the toilet.
- But it's nice for you, isn't it? Put your paws on his sides, Mark, and slowly begin to swing your hips back and forth – not hurry, over time you will gain a rhythm. Remember, at the very end before orgasm, you can bend forward and grab the base of his neck with your teeth slightly – right here, where the withers are, got it?
- Yeah, but why? I won't hurt him?
- I told you, slightly, why? – When a male mate with a female by this action, he shows her his dominance.
- B-but I am not a female.
His son objected.
- Heh-heh-heh– right now you're his bitch, son.
- Urrrgh.
Mark wrapped his wings around the gray body and slowly pulled his dick back. When only the tip remained inside, he leaned forward again, plunging his shaft entirely.
- Arrrrh!!!
The couple groaned loudly in unison and the bat began to rhythmically move his hips, slowly gaining speed. Under him, Max arched his back like a female and pressed his ears to the head, still getting used to unusual feelings.
Watching the couple fucking, Noah looked up at the black wolf and asked quietly:
- What are we going to do? After all, you can't, well...you know...under my tail.
- Hee-hee-hee – sugar, don't be sad, I have some alternative for us.
- Really!?
The kitten asked hopefully, continuing to masturbate the black wolf.
- Ah...yeah, because if you can't take my dick under your tail, it doesn't mean that I can't take yours under mine.
- Wh-what!? Are you serious!?
- Ha-ha-ha, absolutely! You carefully watched how Mark did it. Can you repeat it?
- I-I think so.
Jumping off the lap of the adult wolf, the lynx watched as he removed the pillows from the bed and stood in a similar position as Max, only with his back to the other side.
- Oh, why are you, well, on the contrary?
- Heh, I want to watch how these two mate, and not only, – don't waste time, here's the lube.
The aroused feline left all his questions. He grabbed a tube of lubricant and quickly crawled up behind the black wolf, who lifted his tail for him in an invitation.
- Arrrrh…Max... ah…
Mark, meanwhile, was already hammering his friend's ass. The black tail hung from the left side and shake in time with his rapid thrusts. The balls of the cubs hit each other every time the bat moved his shaft to the full length. Under him, Max, growling, drooled on the pillow. His tongue fell out of his maw, and cub’s red cock twitched between his legs, watering the blanket with a copious amount of precum.
- O-o-oh!!! D-daddy, it's so go-o-o-od! I like being a bitch.
- Heh-heh-heh – enjoy son, at your age not everyone gets a chance to do what we are doing now.
Noah stared in a daze at the large black balls and the red flesh beneath them, thinking.
- “He's so big. How did Max manage to cope with it?”
An impatient voice brought him out of his stupor.
- Hey, Cloud,  – how are things there?
- Oh, uh, I'm already starting!
Opening the lid of the tube, the lynx squeezed the liquid into his palm and lowered his paw, lubricating his barbed shaft, then poured some lube under the wolf's tail began to repeat after Mark.
- Oh, Noah, you know? – I think you can start the main course right away. I'm a big boy, so you don't have to be gentle with me.
- B-but, I... are you sure?
- Absolutely!
- O-okay.
The lynx moved his fingers a little more. Then he took his pink cock and pushed under the wolf's tail. From the feeling of tight warmth, the kitten squeezed his eyes shut, and unable to cope with his instincts, pushed his hips forward, forcing the entire barbed length all the way to the balls.
- Oh-oh-oh, fuck! Looks like I was a little hasty with the invitation.
Morgan felt a sharp pain. Although he was bigger, it was still his second time since then at university, and the barbs on the feline's dick gave the sudden invasion an additional painful effect.
- I-I'm s-sorry, I-I didn't mean to.
Noah squeaked and immediately stopped moving. Biting his lower lip, he rubbed Morgan's lower back with his paws in a desire to somehow help the black wolf relax.
- Not to worry, it's all right. Go on, but don't rush.
Lynx, began to push slowly, feeling the pleasure rising in waves from his groin.
- “Da-a-amn! – Why is it so go-o-od?”
From each such wave, Noah's instincts captured him more and more. The kitten's breathing became faster, the head tilted to the side, a small tongue popped out of the slightly open maw with each exhalation. Soon, the lynx completely surrendered to his wild instincts. He lay down on the wolf's back and wrapped his paws around him, forcefully driving his small dick under Morgan's tail.
- Arrrrh!
- Murrrrrrrr…
 Morgan felt the pain quickly give way to bliss. From being in a passive role and the weight of an aroused male on his back, the black wolf was seized with nostalgia. Hearing the purring and feeling the barbs on his little lover's cock rubbing against the walls inside his ass, he remembered his old friend again. It was as if Morgan was back in his dorm room with Nuramar, only now, his smaller copy was fucking him.
- Urrrrrh…
Even though Noah's dick was small, but the barbs on it and the thought that another male was fucking him, especially the cub, were incredibly aroused. Morgan's own length twitching, sending pleasant impulses of pleasure into his brain. Groaning, the black wolf lowered his head in submission, losing himself in long-forgotten feelings.
To the side, Mark rhythmically moved his hips under Max's tail, enjoying the silky hot walls of the wolf's ass. Glancing at the couple nearby, he grinned.
- “Ooh! Because of his stupid job, my brother didn't have time to show me how to do it under the tail. As soon as he has a day off, I will definitely remind him of his promise.”
Looking at Noah, the bat saw how the kitten, holding the neck of a black wolf in his teeth, sharply moving his furry hips. He was like a wild little animal furiously mating with his female.
- H-hah! Zephyr, it looks like…aah…you and I have tamed two-o-o-h…b-bad wolves, a-a-ah…and Little Red Riding Hood had some problems with tha-a-as….
- Purrrrrrh...
- Yea-a-ah, keep dreaming...Oooh...M-mark! B-better not to tease Daddy, you're playing with fire.
- I ca-a-an't...ah...resist, and my ears are out of reach.
- Grrrrr!!! Red, don't show off – if your ass was a little bigger, I'd fuck it so hard that you wouldn't be able to sit down for a month.
The black wolf growled. Casting a glance between his son's legs, he noticed his swinging red cock. Leaning closer, Morgan ran his tongue over the tip, causing Max to gasp in surprise.
- Oh, pa-a-ap, gooarrrrh!
Hearing the praise, the black wolf began to lick the entire length of his son, then, opening a maw, he takes it whole and began to suck.
- Paaaarrrh…
Leaning on the bed with his front paws, the wolf-cub moaned, lifting his ass up, giving the bat a comfortable angle for penetration. Mark's long cock gave Max an incredible pleasure, and when he felt his father's warm maw around his dick, pup was in seventh heaven. Breathing with a whistle and seeing the stars in front of his eyes, he whined into the pillow, slowly approached the point of no return.
Mark was also on edge. Looking down, he saw Morgan quickly moving his head between his son's legs, sucking his cock. Slurping and smacking could be heard from below – it looked like the father was trying to give his cub as much pleasure as possible for his first time.
Confident that he was completely safe, Mark lowered his paw and stroked the black wolf on the head.
- Good doggie! – Suck your bone.
- Grrrrrrrr…
Morgan liked to take a submissive role in sex sometimes, but to be teased by a cub who had lost his virginity five minutes ago was unacceptable. Without interrupting his action, the black wolf looked up and saw the dark shaft of Mark rhythmically entering his son's hole. How the precum runs down his son's wet balls, and how bat's maroon balls hit them. After waiting for a right moment, Morgan stretched out his paw and slapped the red tomatoes at the top, causing a surprised cry.
- Awww-ww-w! S-shit, I'm-sorry-sorry, okay!? I won't do it anymore.
- A-ha-ha-ha! O-oo-oh! I told you.
Wincing at the slight pain, Mark realized he was ready to cum at any second. Remembering Morgan's instructions, he, without slowing down his thrusts, leaned forward and lay on his friend's back, wrapping him with the large wings. The wolf's neck was right in front of his muzzle and opening his maw, Mark carefully closed teeth on the delicate skin under the dark withers.
- Arrrrh!
The wolf-cub arched his back, pushing his butt towards the long cock and, with a loud growl, began to fill his father's maw with his seed. Morgan placed a paw behind son's knot and squeezed it, starting to swallow the salty juice.
- Ummmmm....
Mark felt the tight muscles around his length begin to squeezing, and this sent him over the edge. After making a few sharp thrusts, he began to pour into the velvet ass of his friend, firmly but carefully holding Max by the neck with the teeth. The feeling of complete control over his partner gave the bat additional notes of pleasure. Lazily moving his hips, he sent hot streams of sperm under the black tail filling the wolf-cub from the inside.
- Aaaah!
-  Muarrrrrh!
At the same time, behind Morgan, the white lynx, not hearing or seeing anything in front of him from pleasure, tightly clinging to the thick black fur, speed his thrusts, fucking the wolf's ass like a jackhammer. Soon, Noah meowed loudly and also began to cum.
After a couple of minutes, his orgasm began to die down, and the exhausted feline's body, having lost consciousness, hung on the wolf's back. His twitching cock was buried deep under Morgan's raised tail, a slightly open maw drooling on the wolf's neck.
- Umh.
Swallowing the cream of his son, Morgan released the dick from maw and began to clean it with his tongue. Under the tail, he felt a spreading warmth, and it made the adult smile.
- “It looks like the kitten has reached his apogee point.”
After orgasm, Max knelt for some time enjoying the warmth inside and the strong grip of teeth on his neck. Until tonight, he had never imagined that such pleasant feelings existed and was glad that he managed to experience them. Soon his paws trembled with fatigue and, together with Mark on his back, he collapsed down, sprawling on the bed, almost pressing his father's muzzle under him.
- That was fucking awesome!!! Oh !
- Yes-a-ah! I love your well hole!
- Mind your language, son, please!
- S-s-sorry! This feeling that someone inside me is still strange, but so damn nice, especially this warmth, - don't pull it out yet, okay?
- Oh, OK!
Morgan grinned at the two cubs. Regretting only one thing – that he can't turn back time and go back to childhood.
- “Heh, the virginity loss mission was successful!”
He thought and laughed. Lowering his paw down, he touched his hard dick.
- “Oh-h, I didn't finish, but fortunately, I know one winged brat who will help me with this problem.”
Looking back, the wolf saw a satisfied feline's muzzle with a slightly open maw, from which saliva was pouring. Noah's body continued to purr, but Morgan realized from his closed eyes that the lynx had passed out again.
- “Poor kitten, – I wish I had such problems as a child.”
- Um, Max. Help me, – support our white friend with a paw, it looks like he lost consciousness again.
- Hee-hee-hee, poor Noah!
The black wolf carefully leaned to the left, feeling a fluffy load slide off his back, and a barbed cock slip out from under his tail with a squelch. Max and Mark supported the feline's body and head with their paws so that the lynx lay down softly on the blanket.
Freed, Morgan lifted Noah and gently laid him in a more comfortable position. Bending down to the whiskered muzzle, he kissed him on the nose.
- Good night, Fluffy cloud.
Casting a glance at feline's groin, the black wolf saw how the pink length was slowly going into the sheath and could not resist licking the pink tip. After looking around, Morgan picked up a pillow and a blanket from the floor – carefully tucking it under the fluffy head, he covered Noah with a soft cloth.
With half-closed eyes, Max looked at his father and muttered.
- Goodiannight, daa-a-pa.
Morgan smiled and patted his son between the ears.
- Good night, Maxie. Love you.
- I......aso...hrrr-hrrr-hrrr…
Before his eyes, the wolf-cub fell asleep exhausted from such an eventful evening. Morgan looked at him for a few seconds, then got up and, with a sly grin, walked over to Mark, who lying on his son.
The bat was still recovering from sex. The warmth of the fluffy body under him was very pleasant, especially around his dick, which was deep under the fluffy tail.
Listening to the light snoring under him, Mark felt like he was drowsing himself, so he did not expect a strong grip on his right ear at all.
- Aw-aw-aw! –Wh-what!?
- You know exactly what! Red brat. I think you should apologize more deeply.
Turning his head, Mark bumped his nose against a big red cock. Trembling, it sent a trickle of precum on his muzzle.
- Well, Mr. Mark! Don't you think so!?
- I'm sormmhh...
As soon as the bat opened his maw, the black wolf immediately pushed the sharp head of his cock there, and put his paw on the back of his head, moved hips forward, forced a quarter of the length inside.
- Yes-a-ah, Marky, – I think so too, suck my bone!
Gulped, Mark began to move his maw enjoying the salty taste. Soon he was nuzzling the swollen knot at the base, taking the entire length. Smacking his lips, the bat thought:
- “The main thing is not to choke...o-oh, and what kind of hole should there be for such a monster?”
The grip on his head tightened and the black wolf, grunting, began to move his hips slightly. Mark realized that it wouldn't take long for an adult to cum. So, he repeated the same trick as with Max – he wrapped his palm around the big knot and squeezed it tightly. There was a muffled growl, and a jet of wolf's semen sprayed into Mark's throat. The bat coughed, and the paw kindly allowed him to pull away a little. A stream of sperm immediately gushed out of the red maw. It poured down, soaked the fur of the sleeping wolf-cub. After regaining his breath, Mark began to swallow the salty liquid, the amount of which did not seem to decrease.
After a long minute, Morgan took a step back pulling his cock out of the warm maw. His red shaft twitched a few more times, sending thick white streams onto the bat's head and muzzle.
- Well, now we're even, heh-heh-heh, – thanks Marky!
- An...an...“kehe-kehe"...anytime, Morgan.
- Heh, finally!
The wolf patted the bat on the head, rubbing the sticky fluid into his fur.
- Rest now. I'll wake the three of you up early tomorrow. We need to clean all this mess. Wash and comb out the dried sperm from the fur will be hell.
Mark licked his lips, looking at the adult wolf with adoration.
- Um, thank you Morgan. I'm glad that out of all three of us, at least someone has a normal father.
Picking up the blanket from the floor, the black wolf covered Mark. Morgan bent down and kissed the bat on the top of the head.
- All three of you are very dear to me, and tonight has only increased our bond. I know what kind of father you have, and there's nothing you can do about it. So, remember: if something will bother you, or you just want to talk about anything, you can always come to me. In this house you are always welcome and will always be helped – now sleep!
Morgan kissed the bat between the long ears again. Having blown out all the candles, the black wolf silently went out the door.
Mark lay awake for a while, inhaling the smell of burnt wax and listening to the rain outside the window. Snuggling even closer to Max, he buried his nose in the soft wolf's fur and began to cry. With each passing second, his sobs faded as he slowly fell asleep.