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An Illness in the Family

By BunnyBoy

This story and the characters in it are copyrighted to BunnyBoy.

Warning the story contains sexual encounters of a concessional nature between adult males and male cubs. So if your too young or easily offended please go no further. Thank you for reading and please enjoy

The little red lizard trots out into the living room. "Papa, do we have any more tissues?" Even though the house is rather clothing optional when guests aren't expected, Adara usually had some thing on. The little lizard is something of a peacock, constantly dressing up, he has a whole closet full of outfits and costumes. Today, as with the rest of the week he is dressed in his nurses outfit, a little short skirt, white top and hat with little red crosses.

The Dalmatian just smiles down at the boy, "No dear we're out, I've gotta go to the store today, just use a roll of toilet paper until I get back." The dog finishes chopping up carrots before adding them to the pair of big stew pots on the stove. He can't get over the change in little Adara, the boy's still a little shy but he just seems to have really blossomed here in the house. He doubts the boy would have let on to any other family how he likes to play dress up and he looks so cute in his nurse's outfit. Max had been worried about the few female touches in the lad's wardrobe but Ron shushed him, the little boy just likes the costumes.

"Okay Papa!" He turns and skips from the room, his tail hiking up a bit to show off the fact that he's not wearing underwear. The black and red scales peeking out of the bottom of that short, short skirt. The boy giggles a bit, the adults and his brothers still liked looking at his butt even though they knew his body was different, he didn't mind though, he liked the attention. He darts into the bathroom closet and snags a fresh roll of paper before heading to the door decorated with the construction paper red cross on it; His little makeshift hospital.

He opens the door and saunters into the room and there lying on the beds was a sad sight, the fruit bat Jeremy sat on one bed with his head hanging low, while Marshel and his mole features occupied the other. Both boys have their blankets tugged up to their chins, shivering slightly and an air of miserableness hanging over them. "And how are my favorite patients today?" The lizard boy walks by, hips swaying so that they can see his firm little red and black bubble butt.

In spite of his snotty nose and general sick feeling Jeremy smiles at his youngest brother, "We're your only patients silly, just 'cause you wanna play doctor..."

Adara slides slender hands down to his hips, "I'm not playing doctor Germy." The bat sticks out his tongue at the agama's sick nickname, but the lizard just pulls a lollypop out of one pocket before striking a pose and taking a nice long suck with his pouty lips. "I'm a naughty nurse." With a giggle he leans over with a handful of TP in one paw carefully wiping his big brothers nose. With a fresh pawfull of tissue he makes sure Marshel's snoot is clean too. "Hmm looking at you two I can't see any improvement, I think it's time to take your temperature again." At the bedside table he picks up a normal everyday household thermometer and gives it a shake to settle it. "Hmmm I'm not sure I should use this, I don't think it gives the best results. I think maybe this time, I'll try the alternative method instead." The little lizard climbs into bed with his brothers.

He straddles the bat's chest, carefully wiping his nose and face one more time. Just because he can't catch mammal diseases doesn't mean he likes snot after all. The littlest boy leans in kissing his batty brother on the lips, letting his tongue probe Jeremy's open mouth. Both boys moan as their tongues meet, those long sinuous tongues that seem made for each other. The slippery muscles wrestle with eachother, tugging back and forth as the boys coo and sigh, enjoying each others taste.

Disgruntled, Marshel gives his brothers a kick. If you let those two, a kiss could go on for ages. It's something to do with the tongues, and it was cool to watch but damn it he needs some attention too.

Getting the message the two boys reluctantly break the kiss, Adara hanging back letting his tongue linger around his brothers until he's sitting up straight his tongue sliding back into his maw "Mmmm, I think your temp is going down Germy" He giggles down at the bat.

The fruit bat just smiles at his brother, turning slightly red feeling more then a little excited. "You sure, that's not what it feels like from here, just how accurate is that tongue of yours anyway." He reaches out one paw to caress the cool smooth buttocks of his favorite lizard even as the boy crawls over to Marshel.

Adara looks back over his shoulder. "Oh it's very accurate, you should know." He flicks the tip of his tongue at the boy promising that later he'd get a gauge of just how accurate that tongue could be. He then turns back to the little mole wiping his nose and eyes as he coos "Awww did big brother feel left out?"

Marshel tries to look grumpy. "No, I knew you would have remembered I was here... eventually." The grumpy look doesn't last long as their lips meet, kissing isn't the same with folks other then Jeremy but it's still fun. Their tongues meet with a brief flirting caress and a light tickling of the little moles tonsils.

With a giggle the Lizard leans back. "Mmmm you're doing better too, though not recovering as quickly as your big bro."

"I agree with Jeremy, I don't think your tools are getting an accurate reading." Pouts the mole.

"Well they do say under the tongue might not be the best place to take a temperature." He leans back in the bed . "For a truly accurate reading we'll need to take your temp from another spot."

The boys crawl out from under the covers and make their way towards where their brother lays waiting. With a smile the mole pushes the little white skirt up onto his brother's hips. The little slit seems to bulge with excitement. "Ohh, is this the special tool you mentioned?" Two fingers spread the lips just a bit so the lizard's tip can press out into the air.

The little lizard looks coyly at his big brothers, while the little mole straddles his hips and leans down to kiss him, but marshel is met with a snoot full of tissues as the lizard makes him blow his nose even as he feels his hard cock pushing out into the air seeking the moles secret tunnel. With a clean nose the little boy leans in giving the reptile a nice long kiss, even as one hand reaches back for his brother's cock and guides it up to his waiting hole.

As he breaks the kiss the mole sits back taking all of the lizard's still growing length under his stubby little tail. "Ohhhhh is that where you wanted to take my temperature little bro?"

The lizard moans and nods as he feels his still expanding cock push ever deeper into the moles back side. He glances at the bat, who's waiting for his turn on the fleshy thermometer. "Ohh, biggest bro you don't have to wait, I can take two temperatures at once." He winks with a happy little grin on his muzzle. "Come on over here." The bat scurries forward not sure what his little bro means but as the lizard lays down on his back with that little head looking up at him with his tongue flicking out, his meaning finally sinks in.

Jeremy straddles his little brother's head. A slight squeak escapes his lips feeling that slick tongue flicking over his low hanging fruit, stroking his sheath and teasing his pucker. He can feel the strong pulse of the lizard's long tongue as it pushes into him slowly stretching him open, teasing that taut ring of muscle for a few moments before surging forward.

Adara knows Jeremy wasn't expecting this, they'd never done it before but Daddy and Papa had showed him some tricks. Some stuff he had to find out on his own because fathers' tongues weren't nearly as long, but it made for fun learning. He opens his mouth as far as it would go with his lower jaw resting against the bat's balls. The winged boy squirms a bit, he can feel the sharp pointy teeth just pressing into him as that strong tongue wiggles and writhes.

Marshel pouts a little as he looks at his brothers; that looks like fun, I hope I get a turn later. He starts to moan though as he moves, riding up and down on the lizard's cool shaft, it feels so different, he can never get over it. Papa and Daddy are so warm when they enter but with Adara it's different, it feels cold until they start moving. It warms slightly leaching body heat from the tight little pucker it's currently crammed into, but it's never as warm as his own body and with the slight fever it feels cooler then normal.

The two boys on top squeak as something happens, with his left paw the little red lizard grips Jeremy's nearby batpole, gently stroking as his right wraps around the moles throbbing length. He lets the boys above set the pace, moving slowly, reminding himself they are ill and not to rush them. Still, to hurry things along he runs his tongue over the older bat's prostate eliciting a sharp ultra sonic squeal from the winged brother, a sound missed by a good portion of the household.

Jeremy moans loudly shifting from audible to sonic at random, he can't help it, little brother's palm feels so good. The lizards scales are cool and smooth on his member, each scale is polished smooth but the shifting patterns of raised scales just feels so amazing. Not to mention the things that tongue is doing, he feels like it's leaning on his nub, slowly hammering out more and more of those good vibes. He glances at the middle brother, Marshel's not doing much better, he can see the mole panting as he rides the lizard's shaft, that ridged palm edging him on closer and closer. On impulse the bat leans forward pulling his brother close kissing him as they hug each other and squeal through matching orgasms.

From the door comes a slight cough as the pair of adults peer in on them. "My, my, my it looks like our little nurse is taking good care of our poor little boys today." Daddy says as the weasel strolls in on the tender scene. Papa the Dalmatian just giggles as he watches from the door. The Weasel looks back at his husband over his shoulder. "What's the old saying dear?"

The Dalmatian smiles at the boys. "I think the one your going for is 'starve a fever, feed a cold' hon."

"Exactly!" exclaims the weasel brightly. "Now let's see which do we have here again?"

The little reptile squirms his way out from under his brothers, smoothing down his skirt as he goes. "Well sirs I did a thorough check of their vitals and I think they are doing better. I really think their temperature is coming down."

"Yes we saw how diligent you were dear." Says Papa with something like a purr, "In fact, one of Jeremy's squeals broke a glass again. But maybe your readings were off, I think your methods tend to excite the boys somewhat. It gets the blood flowing and then you know that gets them all hot and bothered."

Daddy smiles and nods. "Yep, so I think we should continue the treatments." The two grown-ups march forward and the eager cubs scoot over, making room, ready for their parents.

Marshel lays on his belly already panting, his stubby tail flicking in excitement. The bat however stays on his back eying his parents as they came closer, wondering which one he'll get today. A little grin slowly sets across his muzzle and they come ever closer, he doesn't mind which one he gets just so long as it's soon.

Max lines up behind the mole, one paw reaching out to fondle the cub's cute little bum. "Hmmm Is Marshel ready for Daddy's special injection?" The little mole nods vigorously kicking his little felt in excitement.

Ron smiles down at the bat, one paw idly fondling those well licked little balls. "Would you like some attention too dear?" Jeremy smiles up at Papa coyly and nods. The Dalmatian lifts the cub's legs letting them splay across his belly as he lines up with the boy's spit slick hole.

Adara kneels between his parents, claws lightly pricking at the grown mens' balls. He looks out over the bed where he can see his brothers' faces, It's funny to watch them contort as they are penetrated.

Marshel is the first one to make a sound, squeaking out loud as Daddy pushes his way in gently. The weasel grunts softly feeling that little molehill close in tight around his cock. The boy starts to moan then, that soft growing sound of pleasure as his rump is once more filled. "Ohhh Marshel, Marshel, Marshel If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were faking being sick just 'cause you love the treatment so much." He winks down at the cute little lizard as a way to tell the boy he's joking and to encourage those talented little fingers as it massages his sack.

Ron doesn't take it as slow as his husband, he's a little miffed that he was holding the glass when it broke. He leans in and drives deep, taking long hard thrusts, getting a surprised squeak from the batty boy beneath him. A deep moan escapes his lips at the feeling of his cock sinking in to the knobs. He smiles down at his son, seeing the bats eyes glazed over with the intense surge of feelings that pulse through him brought on by a big dog dick grinding into his button.

Little Adara is surprised to see the normally laid back Papa take such an aggressive turn, It's out of the ordinary but not unheard of though. His scaled digits wrap around the man's poles giving their knots a squeeze before letting his tongue flick out. The lizard's extra long length flickers across the grown-ups swaying balls for a moment before he gets a truly naughty idea.

Daddy grunts softly leaning over the little mole, he nibbles along the boy's neck making the lad whimper and giggle as his whiskers tickle. "You know hon, I have heard that it might help you get over your cold if you give it to some one else." The mole opens his mouth to reply but a hard thrust turns whatever he was going to say into a loud squeak.

Adara watches Papa work, his balls sway hypnotically as he pounds into the little fruit bat's tailhole. He looks down at Jeremy's face as the bats muzzle screws up under the Dalmatian's intense fucking, quietly he suckles on one finger as he debates whether or not to proceed.

Daddy squeals loudly, the boys weren't expecting that, usually when he cums it's a loud moaning sigh but the squeak wasn't from his climax; though it was almost triggered. The sound was because someone had stuck a cold saliva covered finger into his anus up to the knuckle. Papa looks over at his husband in shock, slowing his pace just enough to let a cold muzzle slip behind him, nuzzling under his tail for a second before that eager young tongue presses in to take his temperature. With a startled yelp the Dalmatian jerks forward slamming his knot into the bat's well loved rump.

The feel of that massive knob of flesh popping into the boy is enough for another climax and with the now constant overwhelming pressure on his prostate the boy's orgasmic radar makes the windows rattle.

Papa's not in much better shape, the pressure of a nuzzle and tongue presses into his rump along with his knot trapped in the vice like grip of the bats silky boycunt slow him down. Keeping him on a short leash, as he works a few more shallow thrusts into his boy before cumming with a happy grunt before collapsing forward. His cock gushing forth its load as he pants and kisses the still squealing little bat.

Daddy isn't quite so constrained as the finger worms in deeper. He starts to rock forward hard, making the mole squeak louder and louder. He's close now, closer with the finger up his bum, all it'll take is a little push. The little lizard adds one more finger, the twitching digits are all the weasel needs, and with a moan that's almost a roar he climaxes. Only half his load makes it into the boy's bowels before his legs give out. Max slides to the floor, hastily grabbing the panting Marshel and dragging him back. They collapse on the carpet with Daddy, his dick still spurting, clutching the little mole to his chest and gasps out. "Wow, I must say that was a good family night." He glances down at Adara just in time to see the boy pulling back his tongue. "Hey don't put that in your mouth, don't you know where that tongues been?"

The little red lizard giggles and nods. "Yes Daddy I do, it's been in Papa, and Jeremy, and Marshel, and you."

Ron snickers on the bed where his knot will keep him for a while, Max just coughs and nods, "Well okay then so long as you know where it's been."

The little lizard crawls forward one hand casually fondling the now limp, but still dribbling length of weasel meat. "I know where this has been too Daddy and it's a real mess can I clean it up please?" Without waiting for a response he flicks out his tongue and slurps the man's dribbling cock in, casually striping it of its precious fluids. As the man squeals from the rough treatment on the now so sensitive organ.

***

Adara sighs, it's been a rough week, he's been in this nurse's outfit for almost the entire week straight. It was fun at first but now it's getting old, still he's got a job to do. Papa asked him to bring in the soup so he carefully walks into the bedroom balancing the bowl of chicken noodle soup and sighs. The figure in the bed looks so pathetic. The big pile of spent tissue spilling out from the basket. But that's what a good nurse is for to cheer up a sick patent. "Looks like you were right Daddy, as soon as Marshel and Jeremy got you sick they were all better." He sets the bowl down on the bedside table. "In the mean time, I'll take good care of you."