Conception
Disclaimer: All characters and events are fictional, and any similarity to real people and events is purely coincidental. This is a work of erotic fiction intended to be read by people over 18 years of age (or 21 in some areas) where reading erotic fiction is legal. Story and all characters © Kardas Fox.
Conception
March 11, 2006
Yelena sighed at the sound of the back door shutting. The light gray mousette knew what was going to happen. Her son had seen her naked when he was fourteen, and for the last two years he'd been trying to have sex with her. She kept wiping the counter, it would be pointless to walk off as he had already seen her.
Pavel let his backpack fall to the floor and came up behind his mom. His fur was gray, a shade between that of his mother's and his father's dark fur. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his clothed erection against her rump, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. He had never been so brazen before.
"Nyet! Pavel, you have to stop doing this! This is sick!" Yelena squeaked, trying to worm her way out of his grip. She finally elbowed him and made him take a few steps back.
"Ow, that hurt!"
"How many times must I say that I will not have sex with my own son? I tell you again and again that I do not want to do this!"
"Come on mom, how long are you going to keep teasing me?"
"I have never teased you, you are imagining!"
"What about that time you flashed me?"
"I was stepping out of the shower, I didn't think you were home!"
"Heh...right...you're always parading that cute ass around in those skirts, like you think I won't notice. I know you want me, you wanna take a test ride on the hot dick you made."
"Watch your mouth Pavel. I want you to stop talking about this, I am never going to sleep with you! I will hear nothing more of it, and if you ever grab me like that again I will tell your father!"
"I'd be fine if I could get it just once!"
"No more!"
"You know I can't even think straight when you're in heat, you could have at least sprayed some perfume if you really wanted to avoid this!"
"Be quiet!"
"Can I just have a kiss?"
Yelena let out a defeated sigh and turned to face her son, glaring at him for a moment before answering. "I will kiss you, but only if you promise to never speak of it to anyone."
She leaned forward a little and closed her eyes, parting her lips just slightly. She expected him to realize the wrongness of what he has been asking and back away. Her eyes snapped open when his lips pressed forcefully against hers and his tongue brazenly entered her mouth. He lifted her up onto the counter and kissed her with a ferocious hunger she hadn't seen since the first night she had gone to bed with the man who was now her husband. The mousette squirmed and tried to escape his embrace, but found her body would not obey.
Pavel ground his hips against his mothers, rubbing his erect cock against her pussy through their clothes. As much as she tried to deny it, Yelena felt herself tingling and growing moist. Her weak willpower wouldn't allow her to break the amazing kiss, and to her horror she felt her arms wrap around him in her growing ardor. She was only vaguely aware of what his hands were doing. She felt him squeezing her breasts, but couldn't find the spirit to be offended. His fingers traced down the front of her blouse, unbuttoning swiftly but it just made her feel hotter.
He finally broke the kiss, then hiked up her skirt and reached for the hem of her panties. She slapped his hand away with a squeak. "Nyet! I...I told you, only a kiss!"
"You can't tell me you're not turned on right now."
"Maybe...but I can't do this. Not with you, not with anyone, I won't have sex with another male without your father's consent!"
"B-but...you know he's going to say 'no'! He'd never agree to let us do it and you know how long I've been waiting!"
She pushed him away and closed her legs, then took a deep breath to gain some clarity. She eyed him seriously and said, "That's not my problem."
His face wrinkled in anger and he glared at her. "You're such a cocktease. Fine, have it your way. i'll be in my room, ALONE, if you change your mind."
Pavel stormed off in frustration and slammed his bedroom door. He flopped down on his bed and unzipped his jeans to free his straining cock. His hips rolled slowly, matching the pace of his hand. He started off very calmly, coaxing droplets of precum from the tip of his aching shaft and smearing the natural lubricant all over. He had a bottle of slippery banana-flavored stuff somewhere, but there's something about a good natural tug that just can't be beat. After getting himself sufficiently worked up, he sat up and quickly wormed out of his clothes, not wanting to have to walk cummy clothes to the laundry room. When his shoes, shirt, jeans, and boxers were on the floor he shifted on the bed and found a comfortable position.
His fingers closed around his member again. He just held it for a moment, squeezing lightly and feeling his pulse in the length. After a moment's thought, he reached to his nightstand drawer and removed the bottle of lubricant along with something he had taken from his mother -- one of her vibrators. As far as he knew, she didn't miss it, she either didn't suspect him in the least or hadn't been looking very hard. He poured some lube across the length of the toy's red plastic surface and smeared it until the full length was shiny and slippery. Holding the toy in his left hand, he lifted his left leg and pressed the dildo between his buns with a light shudder.
A low groan escaped the mouse's lips while his tailstar parted to welcome the dildo inside. He thrust the toy in and stroked his cock at the same pace, starting off nice and slow as he wasn't yet the anal fiend who could enjoy a rough start. He closed his eyes and envisioned his beautiful mother riding on his lap, holding the base of the toy and violating him while he violated her. It was a beautiful fantasy.
As he upped the pace, his imagination betrayed him. He tried to continue picturing Yelena dildoing his ass, but in his fantasy she let go of it, and then it disappeared entirely. It wasn't a dildo anymore, it was a cock, Charlie's cock. Pavel groaned and bit his lip, speeding up with the dildo but keeping his stroking at the same pace. The brown mouse had been a close friend of his since first grade, the fates had been kind enough to keep them together. There was a sort of shy mutual interest -- the two passed notes in class, shared affectionate glances from time to time, had even hugged once...but neither would admit to the other that it was like and not just like. Pavel wouldn't put their friendship at risk, but every time he violated himself, that sexy brown mouse popped into his head.
Pavel's hips began to buck and he increased the speed of both stimulations. The threeway in his head was getting out of control, Yelena had turned around to ride him reverse-cowgirl style and was making out with Charlie while he jackhammered the gray mouse's tailhole. The two furs he wanted to fuck most, kissing and touching each other while they had their way with him. He felt like his dick had grown an inch longer just by the mere thought of such a wonderful sight.
Grunting, squeaking, hyperventilating -- Pavel was near his climax already, an enormous one. He halted his enthusiastic self-dildoing for just a moment to click the vibration on. He didn't know or care what he had set it to, somewhere in the middle. The sudden increase in stimulation made him cry out, but he quickly grabbed the base again and resumed plowing himself roughly.
It barely took another minute before his back arched steeply and he shouted out in pure bliss, his cock gushing sticky teen frustration like a fountain, each shot accompanied by a loud moan. He didn't have to hold back, his room was soundproofed and he could get as loud as he needed to. The dildo and his hand wouldn't stop their synchronous motion, he thrust into his grip and slammed his own ass to milk every last drop from his balls. He heard it splattering on the wall, the headboard, the pillow. He could feel it land on his face, his chest, and his belly.
And all too soon, it was over. The very last of his load dribbled out onto his belly and he let out a deep sigh of satisfaction. He lay imply in bed, hands at his sides and eyelids heavy. The vibrator buzzed like an angry hornet, still buried deep in his ass. After catching his breath, he found the energy to reach down and turn it off. He slid the toy out slowly, then put it inside a sock and dropped it on the floor. He would wash it later, for now he needed rest. He watched with a smile as his dick finally softened and disappeared into his sheath. He grabbed his cellphone from the nightstand. 4:38, he had a while yet until dinner. He could take a brief nap. He set an alarm for 6:45, then put the phone back on the nightstand and rolled onto his side. With a yawn, the gray mouse drifted into a light doze to recover some of the energy he had just finished shooting all over himself.
Yelena remained on the counter for a few moments, trying to stop her body from shaking. It was true, she was in heat and badly in need of a shag, the plan had been to jump her husband as soon as he was home. She hadn't expected her surrendering a kiss to turn into foreplay, and felt a bit disgusted with herself to find she was actually considering going to bed with Pavel. She took a few deep breaths, then stood and straightened her clothes. She made her way up the stairs to the master bedroom and rifled through her toybox for a vibrator to take care of the needful warmth between her thighs.
It was purple, and sparkly. One of her friends had bought it for her as a joke birthday gift, and she had gotten quite flustered to the entertainment of her guests. It was the first vibrator she had ever owned, but it was a little too loud and tended to jar her out of fantasy. She had another one, a bright red toy that produced only a pleasant near-silent hum with nearly twice the power behind it, but it had gone missing. Her husband had mentioned seeing it in Pavel's room when he went snooping for gift ideas last xmas, but she told him to leave it -- she didn't want to end up in a confrontation with her son about a missing sex toy and why he might have taken it or what he might be doing with it.
She sighed and clicked the toy on, flinching lightly to the abrasive sound it made. It only had two settings -- on and off. She missed her red toy, but was too afraid to take it back and too frugal to buy another. She was too needy to get fully undressed just yet, she required immediate gratification. She hiked her skirt up and pulled her panties down to ankle level before kicking them off the bed.
Her back arched and a squeak of pleasure escaped her lips, the tip of the vibrator was nudged directly against her clit and doing slow circles around that painfully sensitive little nub. It made her tremble uncontrollably to tease herself like that, she had never gotten herself off with only clit buzzing because it was just too much, she could only do it as an appetizer, as self-foreplay, as a precursor to penetration and old-fasioned clitoral massage by fingers.
She had finally had too much of the vibration right on her button and moved the toy south with a relieved sigh. Her knees lifted and a groan rose in her throat as she pushed the thick plastic dildo into her sopping wet pussy. She needed no slow start, she was wet and ready enough to give herself full speed, and felt like she needed to do just that. Her right hand slammed the dildo into her sopping pussy, the excessive moisture making sloppy sounds as she drove it home over and over. She gripped her clit firmly in the v between her left index and middle fingers, squeaking out again as she gave herself just what she needed.
Her mind wandered, seeking the perfect fantasy to suit her mood. She tried to picture her husband, but her mind's eye was blurry. It wasn't just the noise, it was something else. She couldn't picture Oleg, every time she tried it she saw Pavel. A fearful whimper rose above her panting, she concentrated and tried harder to think of the dark gray mouse she married. The mental image was blurry, then grew clear and became Pavel. She felt a climax creeping up and panicked, she tried to picture anyone else, anyone at all, to make her cum, as if picturing her son during climax would be as bad as actually bedding him. The steamy wolf news anchor with the deep voice, that handsome fox from the paper towel commercials, the cute brown mouse who came over to the house sometimes, even the pudgy rat who worked in the produce section and always stared at her a little too creepily when she was at the grocery store.
None of them would stay, they all blurred and became Pavel no matter how hard she tried to focus. Her left hand rose from her nethers to firmly grasp one of her smallish but still perky breasts. Her ass lifted from the bed and her hips bucked weakly in the air as she gave into depravity. "S-stop it..." she whimpered to the mental image of Pavel, "Quit doing this...it's...it's w-wrong..." Her voice lacked any conviction, even though she knew he wasn't really there she still couldn't bring herself to stand up to his advances.
Before Yelena could continue admonishing her imagination, a jolt of ecstasy ran up her spine and set her entire body alight. Her voice rose in a high, constant scream and her hips bucked much harder. Her grip on her own titty grew tighter and she had trouble driving the toy in at the same angle twice in a row. The volume of her screams suddenly increased as her pussy flexed powerfully and a thin stream of clear, slightly cloudy liquid shot up into the air. Then another, and another, and another. She felt her slippery pussy juice rain down on her and didn't care, she needed this.
The gray-white mousette rode out her climax for as long as possible, and as disturbed as she was by her thoughts of Pavel it actually seemed to make her cum harder. She finally flopped back onto the bed and pushed the toy out onto the bed with her internal muscles, using both hands to smooth down her fur and calm her shuddering form. "Oh god, what is wrong with me?" she mumbled in between pants. The toy continued to buzz and vibrate as she had yet to turn it off. The motion caused it to roll right off the side of the bed.
She jerked sharply at the hearty thump, then looked over the side of the bed to see the now silent dildo -- the plastic shaft cracked and the battery cap nowhere to be seen, a D cell on the floor beside it. She sighed and laid flat on her back. At least it gave her an excuse to get a new vibrator, she could ask the cute bunny who worked at the sex store for suggestions. She had dared to have a lesbian fantasy once or twice, but quickly learned that she wasn't into girls and that sometimes cute only meant cute.
Yelena looked at the bedside clock and sighed, it was only 4:29 and she was already exhausted. A nap was in order, she considered setting an alarm but reminded herself that Pavel was old enough to cook for himself. And, feel me up, she thought, Let's not forget that. She rolled onto her side and nestled her head against the pillow with a happy sigh. The older she became, the more she appreciated sleep, and in her relaxed post-orgasmic state it took her no time to drift into a deep slumber.
Yelena jolted at the feel of someone climbing onto the other side of the bed, for a moment she thought it was Pavel. She rolled over and smiled lightly at the sight of her husband. The dark gray mouse had already stripped down to the bare fur and was trying to slide under the covers unnoticed.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," Oleg said softly. His voice made her feel good, yet jealous at the same time whenever she heard it. They had grown up in the same town yet his accent was so much lighter than hers, he grasped expressions better than she ever could; he had assimilated flawlessly while she could not.
"I should not have slept so long, why didn't you wake me sooner? I would have made dinner."
"You don't usually nap so early, I thought you might be feeling bad. Me and Pavel had pizza, watched a couple of movies. How are you feeling?"
She shook her head lightly and slid a little closer to him. "I'm okay, I just wanted a nap."
Oleg wrapped his arms around his wife, and she returned the embrace. They cuddled silently for a long time while Yelena struggled to gather her thoughts. Finally, she brought herself to speak again. "Oleg, I...I want to have another child."
"I know..." he whispered, a little despondent. He had discovered only a year ago that a luck charm he had been carrying in his pocket for a little over a decade was composed largely of radioactive cobalt, having long since rendered him sterile.
"I still remember what you told me. I think I have finally found someone..."
"Do I know him?"
"Yes, you have known him for a long time in fact."
"Who?"
Yelena hesitated for a long moment, battling with her conscience. She had already crossed the point of no return and knew there was no way to weasel out of it now. "...Pavel."
The couple lay in silence for a very long time, Yelena wondered if her husband had heard her at all. After several minutes, Oleg spoke. "Okay..."
Yelena finished the cleaning that had been interrupted the day before, then watched some tv and drank a couple of glasses of red wine. She seemed calm, but her mind was racing so wildly she couldn't even tell what was on the tube. Morals bubbled up from all sides and were washed away by rationalizing. It was something Pavel really wanted to do, and her husband had accepted the idea, but how could she even consider bedding her son?
Her trance suddenly died and she glanced at the clock; 3:57. Pavel would be home any minute now. She stood and straightened her blouse, then headed into the kitchen. She waited only a few seconds with arms crossed before the door swung open and Pavel stepped in, dropping his backpack on the floor before shutting the door just like every day. "Hey mom," He said with a warm smile, "You look serious, what's up?"
"I had a talk with your father last night," she replied with an air of false irritation, "I told him about your advances."
Pavel twitched a little, his eyes going wide with fear. "Y-you did what?! Why would you tell him? I was just...I didn't mean to..."
Yelena smiled and uncrossed her arms. "Don't worry, he said that it was okay. He does not care if we have sex." She watched the confidence return to her son's face and continued, "I'm still not entirely sure that I want to go through with this, but..."
He cut her off with a forceful kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth and pressing her body against the counter. He slid a hand under her skirt and rubbed the front of her panties, making her squirm. She wanted to stop him, but couldn't find the willpower to do so. As her lust built and her already weakened inhibitions faded, she hooked a leg around his waist and wrapped her arms around him.
His left hand on her breast, his right hand between her legs, he worked her over the way he had done hundreds of times in his fantasies, and from how wet she was becoming he felt he was doing a good job. He pushed her panties aside and slid two fingers into her hot pussy, moving his muzzle with hers to keep her from breaking the kiss.
She shut her eyes tightly and moaned into his mouth, her hips undulated softly to the rhythm of his fingering. He was being more rough than she was used to, but she actually enjoyed that roughness in a way. Her body quivered and leaked for him, between the hormonal aphrodisiac her heat had injected into her brain at the first hint of sexual contact and the red wine she'd ingested she was already dripping on the floor.
Pavel finally broke the kiss, allowing Yelena to breathe. He leaned against her a little more, pushing her back onto the counter, and started to finger her faster. She squeaked and squirmed, clamping down on his fingers and thrashing but trying to regain control. "P-Pavel, not so rough!" He ignored her and kept up the same pace, watching her writhe for him. She hadn't even realized how close she was, it came upon her suddenly and with no warning she started to buck and scream, soaking her panties and her son's hand.
She lay on the counter, panting hotly and trying to recover her breath. Her voice rose in a soft squeak when he pulled his fingers out, and she watched him lick her fluids from his moistened digits. "Sweet," he commented with a smile. She smiled back, but then pushed his hands away when he started to unbutton her blouse.
"Nyet, not here," she said, "In the master bedroom when your father gets home, he wants to watch."
"Dad wants to watch us? I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that..."
Yelena slid off of the counter and straightened her clothes out, then gave him a wry grin. "That is the offer, take it or leave it." She walked out of the kitchen, making sure to stick out her ass and swing her hips a little, teasing him with a show.
Pavel opened the bedroom door and stepped in a little nervously. His dad had been home for a while now, the teen mouse had hesitated for some time. The curtains were drawn tight and the room was lit only by a pair of candles, one on each nightstand on either side of the bed. Yelena was on the bed, fully nude, smiling at him. Even in the dim light, he could see his father in a chair across from the bed, similarly nude, his dark fur standing out from the white upholstery.
"What took you?" Yelena asked softly, fluttering her eyelids coquettishly at Pavel. She tried not to think of him as a son, what was about to happen would go a lot more smoothly with that little bit of fantasy. Her darling baby boy was about to become a man.
Pavel said nothing, and for a moment he just stood there. He glanced at his father, then looked at his mother. His eyes followed her form, taking her in and enjoying her. He'd snuck looks at her nude body plenty of times since the first accidental exposure, but her offering a look willingly was somehow different. Butterflies fluttered in his tummy; he had been fantasizing about this moment for two years but now that it was actually happening he was uncertain. He gathered his composure, then stripped, doing his best to make a show of it for his parents.
Yelena lightly caressed herself while watching Pavel dance out of his clothing. She admired his build, the musculature rippling beneath his shiny coat with every motion. She had stopped noticing how he had grown some time ago, the unwanted advances made it hard for her to look at him at all. But with his nude form on display, she could see how filled out he had become. The handsome figure crawling into the bed was no mere boy, he was most definitely a man.
He crawled over to her and placed a hand on the bed at either side of her. She spread her legs for him, and reached down to play with his half-mast penis. She coaxed it completely out of the sheath and stroked it tenderly, tracing her fingers across the top and admiring his curvature. "Just like your father's...and almost as big too," she whispered.
The teen mouse trembled at her touch, her soft hands coaxing several droplets of precum from the tip of his now rock hard member. "A-are you s-sure you want to do this?" he stammered.
She smiled and reached up to stroke his cheeks, looking into his eyes. "Oh, Pavel, you are the one who is unsure. This is what you have asked of me for two years now, are you saying you don't really want me?"
"N-no, it's not that, it's just...I uh..."
"We can wait if you are nervous."
"I am not! I mean...I guess I am, I want to do this I just don't know if I...if I can with dad watching. It feels weird."
"I'm not here," Oleg said suddenly, "Pretend I'm somewhere else, don't let me being here throw off your groove."
Pavel shut his eyes and took a deep breath to regain his composure. His eyes opened to Yelena giving him a reassuring smile. He hesitated for a moment, then moved his hips, rubbing the tip of his cock across his mother's slit and making them both shiver. He rubbed for a few seconds, then pushed the head into her moist opening with a gasp and a light quiver. He moved back and forth, gradually sinking more of his hard cock into the pussy that made him.
"Mmmm...like that, at your own pace," she whispered. Her fingers ran through his fur as she caressed his arms and chest. "Is it everything you expected?"
"B-better! I didn't know it would be this warm..."
Their moans melded together with the soft slippery sounds emanating from their embracing genitals. He lifted her legs, placing her ankles on his shoulders, and leaned forward. His thrusts became rougher, coaxing louder moans from her. She rest her right hand on his chest, lightly caressing him while their mutual pleasure built, and slid her left hand between her legs to feel her lips stretching around his thick mousehood.
Oleg watched in rapt fascination, the sight of Pavel's firm ass flexing with each inward thrust and the knowledge that the woman being thrust into was his wife got the older male rock hard. A closet voyeur, he had long fantasized about Yelena taking another man to bed, but had been too afraid to suggest such a thing. That it was Pavel made little difference in the heat of the moment; he'd had an occasional bisexual fantasy about his attractive son, and he knew the younger male was a little curious as well by the presence of Yelena's toy in his room.
Pavel couldn't tear his eyes from his mother's chest, watching her gorgeous tits bounce with every firm thrust he gave her. He sped up just to watch them bounce harder. It wasn't long before his thrusts fell out of rhythm and he was biting his bottom lip in a struggle for containment. He suddenly pulled out and she gasped, grabbing his cock and trying to pull it back inside.
"Nyet! Leave it in, leave it in!"
"B-but, I'm gonna..."
"I know, put it back in!"
"But you're..."
"PUT IT BACK IN!"
He hesitated for a moment, then pushed himself inside once more. He gave her a few particularly rough thrusts, then hilted himself and let out a shrill, lilting moan as he pumped a big load of potent teen mouse juice into her depths. His body shook as he shot rope after rope into her. She squirmed to the feel of the tingling warmth filling her, and her fingers deftly teased her clit until she too shuddered and squeaked her way through an earth-shattering climax. Oleg wasn't far behind the two of them, grunting quietly and painting his chest.
The room was silent save for the sounds of panting. Pavel and Yelena gazed into each other's eyes in a shared afterglow, but the trance was broken when Oleg climbed into the bed. "Dad?" Pavel said nervously, then squeaked sharply as a well-lubricated dick found its home under his tail. It was bigger than the vibrator he had been using, and it felt far different than the smooth plastic surface he was used to. He quivered and clenched; he could feel every contour, every vein, every throb.
Yelena watched, wide eyed. She couldn't see much from her angle, but she could tell what was going on. She couldn't think of anything to say, she didn't even know for sure that she wanted to say anything. Pavel remained still aside from inadvertent shaking as Oleg slowly fed a long, hard pole up his ass, sighing out softly when his father's strong hips pressed flush against his ass.
"Don't pretend not to like it," Oleg said playfully, "I know what really happened to your mother's red toy."
The statement caused both Pavel and Yelena to blush, but neither said anything. Oleg began to thrust slowly and steadily, making Pavel moan and squeak. It was only slightly uncomfortable at first, but he very quickly came to enjoy the feeling. Once his father had established a rhythm, Pavel began to thrust in and out of Yelena again as well, doing his best to match Oleg's pace. He pulled out as he was thrust into, and vice versa. Yelena began moving her hips in time as well, rising up to meet Pavel's thrusts.
The three mice moaned and undulated in unison, barely audible squishy sounds rising up in the silence between the vocalizations. Yelena slid her ankles from her son's shoulders and spread her legs wider, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him closer. They kissed passionately while Oleg sped up his humping, leading the other two participants to increase their pace as well.
Pavel broke the kiss with a gasp when he felt Oleg lightly bite down on his shoulder, asserting his dominance over the younger male. Yelena planted lots of soft kisses on her son's face and neck, her hands stroked down his sides and grabbed his ass. She squeezed Pavel's cheeks together firmly, forcing Oleg to thrust harder to maintain the same pace, which increased the pleasure for both males.
Pavel couldn't take much more, and soon hilted himself in Yelena again, shivering and squeaking as he spilled his seed into her welcoming embrace. She rubbed her clitty furiously, trying to get herself over the peak again. Her eyes met Oleg's over their son's shoulders and the race was on. Pavel cried out in pleasure as Oleg thrust harder, faster; brutally slamming his son's ass and incidentally milking more spooge out of the younger male in the process. Pavel's ears were treated to a blissful cacophony as both of his parents came at the same time, each vocalizing in their own way and forming a beautiful sexual harmony.
After a brief rest, they disengaged and laid down together; Pavel in between Oleg and Yelena like when he was a young mouseling. Both of his parents caressed him, the feel of two sets of warm hands sliding all over his furry body made him tingle, and the wet warmth in his rump wasn't bad either. One thing bothered him though, and when he had fully caught his breath he voiced his concern.
"What if you...what if I knocked you up?" Pavel asked fearfully.
"My plan will have worked," Yelena said.
"W-what?"
"I want another baby, so I needed your seed..."
"I'm sterile," Oleg chimed in from behind, "I don't know how long I've been this way, but I am now, and I can't give your mother any more children. She tells me you've been trying to get under her skirt...so this is a win-win right?"
"I just don't know if I'm ready...to be a dad."
"You won't be," Oleg assured him, "We're going to raise the child as though it were ours."
"You are going to have a little brother or sister, do you understand? They must never know of this."
"So...does that mean it can't ever happen again?"
There was a brief silence, Oleg and Yelena cast playful smiles at each other in the dark, before Yelena finally answered. "That is up to you, this was a lot of fun and I wouldn't mind doing more. So long as you never tell anyone, not even your baby sibling, this can continue."
"Your mother and I will take care of the rest," Oleg added, "We might ask you to help every once in a while but you don't need to take on the responsibilities of fatherhood this time. We can worry about the specifics later, for now I think we could all use some rest."
The Alkaev family exchanged goodnights with one another, and Pavel was cuddled from both sides by his parents. Their tails intertwined and the trio slowly drifted into a deep sleep, each dreaming of what possibilities the future would hold for them.