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About forty-five minutes later the doorbell rang.

When Venn answered it, he found his arms full of overly excited raccoon. "Sorry, honey, traffic was hellish!" Those agile little fingers slid into his mane, and he found himself being expertly kissed, while Rocket stood on his toes to manage to meet his lips. Forgetting for a moment that he wasn't intending to make this evening sexual, Venn hoisted the smaller male off his feet and into his arms, spinning about in the doorway to stagger a few steps into the room before Rocket locked his legs around Venn's waist and made it easier to carry him forward.

For a few moments there was silence in the house, Venn's mouth was busily kissing Rocket, Tara was speechless, and Gareth was trying not to laugh. Into this abyss dropped a sardonic comment in a smoky female voice: "Well that's what I call an entrance."

Tara and Gareth found their eyes drawn to a petite yet dangerous-looking jaguar, dressed in a three-piece chauffeur's livery, standing just inside the now closed door. "Oh, don't worry, they always come up for air... eventually." She removed her hat and bowed slightly to the still silent pair. "Evening; I'm Juno, Jonathan's driver."

Gareth moved first, extending a rough green forepaw to the small feline. "Gareth. The silent filly over there is my wife, Tara. I take it that's Jonathan clinging to Vince like a burr?"

The cat shook his paw gravely, then looked at the pair still amorously embraced, Venn now resting Rocket's backside on the counter while he ran his hands up and down the raccoon's back, and murmured sweet nothings in his ear. "Yep, that's him. Though I think I'm going to have to turn the hose on them at this point, just to make sure they know they have company."

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Venn leaned in against Rocket as the raccoon pulled at his mane. He was expecting another kiss but instead found his nose shoved into the side of the younger male's neck as Rocket whispered quickly: "My name is Jonathan; you can shorten it to Johnny, if you want to, or just use any kind of pet name you prefer. Father said you hadn't picked a name, so Juno and I worked it out in the car. Do they know I'm an exotic dancer?"

Venn shook his head, then added in a soft whisper against Rocket's neck, "No, but they think you are a stage performer of some kind; it was the only way I could explain the driver." A shiver went through him when Rocket nipped the side of his neck.

He whispered, "Okay, I can work with that." Then, in a normal voice, he added, "Better put me down now; Juno's threatening us with the hose again." He giggled a little and squirmed until Venn set him on his own hindpaws once more. Turning to face Tara, Rocket smiled and held out his forepaw to her. "Pleased to meet you, Tara; Vincent has told me absolutely nothing about you. He's kind of close-lipped when it comes to his personal life, and we've only been dating a few months." He took the mare's unresisting forepaw and bent over it to place a soft kiss on her knuckles.

For a moment, Venn's eyes widened. He hadn't known that Rocket knew his given name, but then he supposed anyone who went into the club as often as he did was bound to let that slip sooner or later. Luckily, Tara was too involved with her examination of Rocket, and Gareth his conversation with Juno, for either of them to notice his moment of shock.

When he'd recovered sufficiently to realize he'd had his tail pulled he flicked said appendage in annoyance, "Hey you haven't told me anything about your family either!" He batted playfully at Rocket's ears then took over making dinner since Tara seemed rather distracted by the raccoon. He went to the freezer and pulled out a packet of sausages that he kept in the house for when Dayl was around for dinner. He caught Juno's eye and lifted the package so she could read the cover. The jaguar gave him a half smile and her shoulders seemed to relax a little as she went back to talking with Gareth.

Once he had dinner on the way, he paused to take stock of the conversations that had blended into one while he'd been distracted.

"No he didn't! Really?" Rocket was saying his tail wagging fast enough that it was creating a breeze on Venn's leg, from the look of wrapped attention on Juno's face and the amused grin on Gareth's he assumed that Tara was telling them about one of his more embarrassing moments as a colt.

"Hey now, don't you start telling them stories about me or I'll have to pull out a few about you!" He tried to stare her down but Tara just giggled and went on with what she was saying.

"So when Gareth noticed him at the top of the stairs he yelped and tried to run back down, but he tripped over his own two feet and fell down the last few steps." She went on gleefully giving them every embarrassing detail, "He's lucky he didn't break his fool neck!"

Venn's eyes widened as he realized which time she was talking about, his nostrils flared and his ears laid back against his head. "TARA!" He reached out to grab her but before his fingers could close around her arm she'd darted out of the kitchen and ducked behind Gareth. "You rotten little minx! You swore you'd never tell anyone that story!" He lept into pursuit but skidded to a halt when Gareth took a step forward his arms folded over his chest. The Iguana might not look imposing compared to a full grown stallion but Venn recalled when he was much younger, the older male had never raised a hand to him but he'd instilled a healthy respect in the then young colt that had followed him into adulthood.

Behind him the raccoon and the jaguar had dissolved into gales of laughter, all of it at his expense! HIs unrepentant sister grinned at him from behind her formidable husband, "Oh come on Vince, you looked cute with your pants down around your ankles and your butt sticking up in the air!"

Venn let out a dangerous sounding whiny but held his temper back to just vocalizations. "Shall I tell them about the time the family went to Cancun on the cruise ship?" He did his best to sound like he was just asking an innocent question but the devilish look in his eyes had the attention of everyone in the room.

Tara gasped and stepped around Gareth, her eyes widening. "Don't you dare!" She took a step toward him but Gareth wrapped his arms around her waist and held her back.

"No love, it's only fair that he get a chance to tell a story about you." The lizard stated calmly, "besides I don't think I've heard this one."

The mare ran her paws up over her husband's chest to slip them around behind his neck. "But darling we don't want to bore Vince's guests with silly little stories like that now do we?" She looked deep into his eyes and that might have been an end to it if it wasn't for Rocket.

"Oh we don't mind in the least do we Juno?" He said brightly his whiskers twitching mischievously, to which the feline simply smiled.

Venn slipped an arm around the raccoon's shoulders and kissed his ear tenderly. "Tara had this new swim suit, it was a two piece and Mother kept telling her it was too tight across the bust but she was determined to wear it." He paused suspensefully, smiling at his older sister.

"Vincent, I swear if you don't stop right now..." She sounded both annoyed and amused at the same time, more of the latter but then that was to be expected.

Gareth switched from protecting Tara to holding her closer so she couldn't get away. "Now Tara you told a story about him it's only fair that he gets to tell one about you. Besides I need more ammunition." He winked at his mate and nodded in Venn's direction, "Do go on Vince." When Tara started to struggle to get out of his grip he just held on a little tighter and chuckled.

"Well she wore it all right, waded into the shallow end of the pool and decided that it was too cold so she dove to get wet faster." Again he paused but this time because Rocket was leaning on his arm and giggling.

"Oh I can see what's next! Poor Tara!" The raccoon grinned at Tara urging Venn to go on.

Venn smirked at his sister who threw him a black look then finished his little story with, "When she came up her suit top was floating about five feet away from her and she didn't notice. She reached up to pull her mane out of her face and every guy there was ogling her. Mom fainted and Dad hollered at her to put some clothes on. She looked so embarrassed when she realized she'd been posing like some filly in one of those PlayHorse mags." He chuckled softly his eyes snapping with amusement. "Would have all been fine in the end if it hadn't been for little Malik." He stopped when Tara whinnied dangerously.

"Wait, who's Malik?" Rocket looked from brother to sister and back again confusion in his eyes.

Gareth started laughing hard, finally letting Tara go when he had to wrap his arms around his belly. "Oh lord! I've heard that part!" He doubled over with the force of the laughter that was coming out of him.

Tara's tail flicked in annoyance and she crossed her arms over her chest. "You had to pick that one didn't you?" She turned on her hoof and went to check on the items that were still cooking pretending to ignore the rest of them.

Juno watched the mare go then turned back to Venn with her ears perked up. "It seems there is more to this story."

Rocket tugged on Venn's arm a few times, "Come on, you can't leave it there. Who is Malik and why did just mentioning him make Tara blush so hard?"

Gareth came up for air wiping tears off his cheeks. "You might as well tell them. Everyone else in the family knows." He chuckled a few more times before getting himself under control and following Tara into the kitchen.

With such an eager audience Venn grinned and shrugged. "Malik was a little shetland pony. He returned Tara's top to her. But there was something about the sight of her that drew him in like a magnet. Everywhere she went on the ship he was there. He followed her around like a little lost puppy." His audience started to giggle, and then laugh as he went on describing how the shetland pony was acting. "I thought it was great, he was a little smaller then me and at the time I was sure I'd just gotten a little brother. But Poor Tara knew the truth of the matter. He was her age and he'd been smitten by the sight of her topless. He proposed seven times that I'm aware of--"

A disgruntled, "Eight, but who's counting." came from the still embarrassed Tara.

"Eight then," Venn agreed then took up his narrative once more, "She kept turning him down but he was a persistent little fellow. He even went so far as to ask Father for her hand." Some of the laughter went out of the stallion as he added, "That was when Father put a stop to it. Until then it was amusing to watch Tara trying to avoid her determined would be suitor but when he actually asked Father it was no longer amusing for him." He looked thoughtful for a moment then turned to Tara. "What ever happened to Malik after that?"

Now everyone's attention turned to the mare who's ears folded back and she sniffed delicately. "He went on to become the CEO of BumbleBee software. Last I heard he was on his third wife." She continued to transfer completed dishes into serving bowls as she spoke.

They fell into more common subjects like politics and money after that while Venn and Tara put dinner on the table. Rocket stole some of Juno's sausage but he had large portions of the vegetable dishes he liked as well. They were sitting talking over glasses of red wine when Tara looked at Gareth and asked, "Should we tell them now?"

Gareth rolled his eyes as each of the others gathered looked on. "Well now you have to don't you? You can't open with a question like that and then leave the subject without killing everyone at the table with curiosity and for at least one of them that's a certainty." Juno just raised an eyebrow at that comment and let it pass. Curiosity hadn't actually killed a cat in quite some time thanks to new safety laws and concerned citizens looking out for the more curious kittens, but that didn't stop old prejudices.

Venn frowned at Gareth's lack of couth, however before he could address the issue Rocket was nearly bouncing out of his chair. "Oh spill! What's the news?" Juno reached over and righted his glass before he spilled wine all over the table.

Tara blushed, her ears splaying to the sides for a moment before they came right back up at Rocket's plea to know what she was holding back. "Well this trip isn't just so we could visit Vince. We're heading to New York next to talk to a fertility clinic about possible donors." She beamed at Gareth and he reached for her paw, lacing his fingers into hers. "We're going to start a family."

"OH MY GOSH!" Rocket nearly exploded out of his chair in his rush to hug the mare. "That's so exciting!" He took her paws in his totally ignoring that Gareth had been holding one of them and pulled her out of her chair. "We have got to go shopping!"

Tara started laughing as Rocket pulled her into a silly round and round dance. Venn looked at Gareth who shrugged, but Juno caught the look and chuckled dryly. "Every happy occasion is a reason for Jonathan to go shopping. However he's not far off. Tara will need maternity clothing if she's going to be pregnant." She considered that for a moment and added. "Not to mention furniture and clothing for the baby."

Through all this Venn had sat with his mouth hanging open looking like a total ass. Tara. And Gareth. Foals! What was the world coming to?