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An unconventional 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

As the sun peaked into the crowded bedroom a vindictive beam seemed to stab out at Ron, right between the eyes, bringing him reluctantly into the waking world. The Dalmatian rolls over and kisses his husband on the cheek before crawling from under the covers, careful not to disturb the still sleeping weasel and the three little ones who make the bed so crowded. He whistles to himself, idly scratching his bare ass with one hand as he makes his way to the kitchen. The first thing Ron does is start the coffee pot brewing, It had been set up the night before left ready to turn on. While the still groggy canine waits for his first cup, he gathers up what he'll need for breakfast. He digs out a packet of sausage, piling the counter high with cheese, flour, milk and eggs. In no time there is enough coffee for a single cup and Ron attacks the morning with renewed vigor. Smells start to fill the kitchen as the dog works quickly, the smell of frying sausage, scrambled eggs with cheese and fresh flapjacks start to roll down the hall. The first person to stumble into the room is one of the odd couples foster sons.

The little bat makes his way to the table and pulls out a chair. "Morning Papa," he says with a chirp.

"Morning Jeremy." Says Ron cheerfully as he places a full plate of pancakes and fruit salad in front of the 7-year-old fruit bat. The little bespectacled lad digs into his breakfast with a healthy gusto. He's a very well behaved boy, careful not to drag his arm-wings over the table and knock things over despite his enthusiasm.

The next pilgrim to the kitchen is a young mole. He scurries in, rubbing sleep from his eyes before climbing into a chair next to Jeremy. "Hi Papa." Announced the 5 year old with a squeak.

"Good morning Marshal." Replies the dog with a smile. He turns about placing a smaller plate before the roly-poly little mole. Plenty of eggs, sausage, and pancakes on this one. Unlike the stereotype associated with moles Marshal's eyes are quite good and those blue gems gleam up at the man he calls papa, as he sniffs delightedly at his plate.

The third member of the family to make it into the kitchen isn't a cub, it's a rather chubby thirty something weasel who immediately makes a beeline for the coffee pot. "Ohh you're a life saver." He pauses to give Ron a peck on the cheek before filling up his cup. "Morning love."

Ron chuckles and shoves a full plate into Max's paws, before swatting him on the ass playfully. "Oh sit down and enjoy a meal with the kids."

As Max takes his seat a muffled chorus of "Daddy" spills from crumb-laden mouths. And the white weasel chuckles. "Now you know the rules, no talking with your mouths full." Max picks up the newspaper, scanning the pages as he trades off sips of coffee with forkfuls of breakfast.

The last member of the family finally appears, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he makes his way to the table. "Hi Papa, Hi Daddy." Says the 10-year-old skunk as he makes his way to the table.

"Ah Boris, so glad you could join us." Says the grinning pooch as he places a full plate in front of the skunk. He readies his own plate and sits with his family. He cant help but smile at the sight, happy cubs gathered around the table stuffing their muzzles with food and gulping at juice. Ron just can't help it, he just loves being a dad.

After breakfast is done Max clears away the dishes, as Ron starts to talk. "Remember everyone today is a special day." Says the dog with an even tone. "Today is the day the social worker visits. So Daddy Max has today off of work and we all have chores to do to get ready for her visit." The boys moan at the sound of that. It's always such a pain in the butt on social worker days.

As the grown-ups start on the dishes, the boys scramble to their chores. The sooner they can get them done, the sooner they can play. Boris heads to the bathroom first, wanting to get his bath done with right away. Jeremy runs off to his room and pauses to look at the already made bed wondering if he should mess it up a bit so it looks slept in. He shrugs and runs to his closet picking through the clothes for something nice to wear. Marshal heads for the living room. He's still a little confused by all this, being the youngest, but he tries his best. He looks around for anything that Daddy and Papa wouldn't want the lady to see. There's not much so he flicks on the cartoon station while he clears away the toys.

Max grins to see the bustle of energy from the cubs. With the dishes done he heads into the living room to check on Marshal's progress. The little mole had been doing his job pretty well for the most part, but now his eyes were focused on the TV as he watches a silly cartoon about some super-powered cubs fighting a human. The shows get weirder and weirder. Max tuts softly at the little mole, which gets him moving again. They carefully clean the room hiding what needs to be hidden but strategically leaving it a little cluttered to maintain an air of normalcy.

The boys each take turns in the bath and head to their seldom slept in bedrooms. Making sure all the chores are done in time. Ron follows the boys peeking into rooms to approve or point out some area they missed, even as he and Max make sure their own affairs are in order. Shortly before noon, the boys announce they've all finished and they march into the daddies room. Max smiles down at them as he finishes vacuuming and nods at the boys. He looks up at the clock on the wall and down at his watch. "Hmm well now, I'm not sure, are you boys positive you've got everything ready?" He says, with a playful frown on the weasel's muzzle. He chuckles at the chimed yes that answers him. "Okay, okay I believe you." He holds up his paws in surrender, before he calls out down the hallway. "Looks like the kids made it in time again dear!"

One of the conditions on social worker day, was that if the boys finished all their chores before eleven then they could have pizza for lunch. Ron answers from the kitchen. "Was there ever any doubt? I've already placed the order and it should be here in fifteen minutes."

Max claps his paws to be heard over the excited cubs chatter. "Well that means we don't have much time. They'll be here soon, so it's time to get dressed."

Marshal pipes up, "Do we have too?"

Max frowns down at the mole. "Yes, you know the rules now scat." Following his own instructions, the adult pulls on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He slips into the hallway; peeking in doorways catching the boys in various stages of dress, as he brings a pair of cargo shorts and a nice t-shirt to his husband.

It doesn't take 5 minutes for everyone to meet back in the living room fully clothed. The adults settle down onto the couch while the youngest plays with his toys, the two oldest children play with their video games. Lunch comes and goes but still the family waits, talking animatedly amongst themselves, playing together and otherwise just passing the time.

At 2 o'clock there is a long awaited knock at the door, announcing the arrival of Ms Sydney Thompson. The heavy set panda looks at the assembled family before her, as Max opens the door. She looks around carefully taking everything in. At first when she had been assigned to the pair of men, she hadn't approved of bringing children into this environment but over the years and with any number of boys that Max and Ron had helped find homes she'd gradually warmed up to the couple. It was really something to see how well they got along with the boys. There is a brief patter of hellos as she steps into the house. Her stay won't be long, she doesn't even bother to check out the house, she knows the men well enough to trust everything is in order. If it weren't for a bit of news her visit would be nothing but a formality.

"Well everything seems in order. But I have some news; Max, Ron the paper work has finally cleared, it looks like we've got a permanent home for your boy Boris." The panda looks down at her clipboard, as she talks, smiling at the happy news. "You're going to love it in your new home dear. Your new father is so excited, he can't wait to show you where you'll be living."

The little skunk peers up at the fat panda and pouts a bit, he's not sure he wants to leave his Daddy and Papa. He loves it here but he's always known this day would come. It doesn't make it any easier though. "I'll have a father all my own, but what about my Brothers, Papa and Daddy." He hugs Max's leg. "I don't think I wanna go away."

Ron smiles at Ms Thompson. "We'll talk to him ma'am, but this is great news I'm sure he'll do well with Mr. Sobeck." The social worker looks around, she's had to do this so many times by now she knows the boys just need some space. She watches as the two adults settle down comforting their eldest, before she shows herself out.

Max and Ron smile down at him and the weasel strokes the boy's cheek. "It's okay dear. We always knew this wasn't permanent, but it's okay, you know we'd never let someone take you that we didn't trust. You like Simon too, remember all the times he came to visit. He's a good man, who can give you a very good home sweetie."

Ron leans back and smiles at the boy. "Besides remember how big his cock was? You kept going on and on about how good it was after his first visit." The other cubs, while distracted by the news of their brother's adoption, had seized the moment of the social workers departure to strip out of their much hated clothes.

Boris giggles at this bit, in fact, he always giggled like that whenever one of the grown-ups said anything naughty. "Yeah that's true." He says with a sigh. "Plus I'll have a daddy all to myself right? and you and papa will come and visit me right?"

Ron and Max sigh softly and the dog shakes his head. "No sweetie, we can't come and visit you. We really wish we could but we just can't. It's too dangerous, if people found out, they'd take you away from your new daddy and make it so we couldn't help any little boys ever again." The Dalmatian, with tears in his eyes, lowers down a paw behind the little boy's head and pulls him close, into a long kiss. It's no peck on the cheek or even a sorrowful kiss goodbye; rather this is a kiss with passion, a lovers kiss, and it's something that Boris knows well. As the man and child break the kiss and their muzzles part, Ron can't keep it in anymore, he turns to Max holding him tight as the tears run down his cheeks. This is always the hardest part. They spend so much time with these boys, they grow to love them in so many ways, that when it comes time to let them go it just tears at their hearts.

The pudgy little mole runs forward, hugging the spotty dogs side and so does the little fruit bat. "Please don't cry Papa, we don't want you to be sad. We'll miss Boris too, but he's got a brand new home just like you wanted for him." Whimpers Marshal.

Jeremy pipes up. "It's what you want for every one, right Daddy? So you have to be strong, for us okay."

Finally Boris steps forward, hugging the big dog and his little brothers. "They're right Papa don't cry now, this is all for the best."

Ron sniffs, blinking away his tears. "Oh my brave little boys, we certainly raised you right." He leans down to kiss them, one-by-one. "Well with that news, we've certainly got some preparing ahead of us." He smiles. "We've only got a short time with Boris now, so I think it's a good idea if we show him how much we love him and how we'll miss him when he's gone." The naked little mole and bat both nod their heads in agreement.

The little skunk giggles, as his foster brothers descend on him. He squeals as they tickle him and tries to pay them back tit-for-tat. The squirming knot of boys giggle as the grown-ups look on. Finally Marshal and Jeremy complete their mission amidst the tickling paws, they had a second agenda. Hanging from the bats digits is Boris's pants, as the little mole ran off down the hall with big bro's t-shirt.

Halfheartedly the big skunk chases after his brothers, not so much to get his pants back, but rather for the fun of it. At a relaxed pace the grown ups follow the boys towards the back of the house. They talk softly back and forth, as the giggles up ahead grow louder and louder.

The weasel pats his husband on the back. "I know it's hard dear but we knew this was coming. We are only their foster parents after all. But we are looking out for them, making sure they find a home that's as loving as the one they know so well. Ever since we vetted Sobeck's reputation and took his money we knew we'd be losing one of our boys." Max looks kindly down at the spotty dog, he always takes it hardest when one of the lads has to go.

Ron whimpers a bit and looks up into the loving eyes of his husband. "I know all that but I hate to lose them. I love these boys so much, it tears my heart out to lose one. I know the money is good but still..." He looks up at his husband, it's a scene that's played out many times before them both and he knows that time will heal their wounds but for now it's still fresh and bleeding.

Max kisses the dog full on the lips. "Now come on dear, put on a brave face we've got to make sure our boys know we love them."

They push open the doors to the back bedroom, only to find quite the chaotic scene played out before them, the roly-poly little moley is laying in a heap of his brother's stolen clothing being tickled mercilessly by the older skunk boy. While the light little fruit bat clings to Boris's back, arguably trying to wrestle him off his little brother but more likely just there for the fun of it. All three boys are sporting erections, as the grown-ups come in the boys all freeze. They look at the open door for a moment, staring out like they'd been caught doing something naughty but in an instant that thought is gone and they clamber forward as one, moving over to their fathers tugging at clothing; little urgent cries of "come on lets play" and "come play with us daddy" fill the room.

As the adults strip off their clothing, Max clears his throat calling for silence. The boy's quiet down almost instantly. "Now as we all know, our beloved Boris has been found a permanent home. This is not a sad day though, the thought of him leaving certainly hurts but we're so happy that he is going to a good home. Tonight though Boris, we want you to know you are loved and we'll show you that no matter where you go and what you do we will always be your fathers." With that, the big weasel sweeps the skunk into his arms and carries him to the bed.

Boris purrs softly snuggled up between his fathers, the boys little paws wander down to the grown-ups penises. He'd seen and felt them both before of course, he'd even tasted them in time but he'd never seen them together like this. Papa Ron's is shorter then Daddy Max's but it's thicker, the young skunk marvels, he can barely fit his paw around it but he knows for a fact that he's had the whole thing inside him before. Daddy's member though stands tall and proud, it's thinner but the young skunk marvels at its length. He starts to stroke them both, one in each paw. The skunk looks down and sees his brothers before him. Both boys are slowly crawling forward on hands and knees everything seems like it's happening in slow motion as the boys get closer each one in turn nuzzling Boris's immature little member, both kissing and licking at it, almost as if they were fighting over who could have it first. As the paired tongues play over the skunks little penis he leans to one side, kissing along the head of the Dalmatian's doggy dickhead. He savors both the taste and the moan he pulls from his daddy. The skunk turns quickly sniffing at his other parent's member, inhaling the scent of the weasel's shaft before laying a long slurping lick up the underside. The little skunk moans softly as the two little tongues wrestle over his little member. He whimpers softly; how will one daddy ever be enough for him after this, even for a horse like Daddy Sobeck.

Abruptly the tongue wrestling match over the skunks sweet little member ends with a wet kiss from each boy. Marshal turns about wiggling his plump little bottom at his older brother, his eyes pleading for attention. It's attention the skunk is only too happy to give him. The young boy leans over his brother, his hard cock pressing against the little pink star. Teasing is all he gets a chance to do, as a weight comes up behind him. The skunk feels a cock pressed against his own anus, pushing into him and driving the boy deep into his brother with a single shove. Above them both, Papa Ron moans loudly as his fleshy spear impales the young skunk boy. The sound of dual moans fill the room as each thrust effects both of the randy little lads. Jeremy moves up, his cock hard and throbbing as he's just aching to join in. As Papa plows the boys tight little bottom, the bat kneels before them both, almost with out thinking Boris's lips close around the fat length of boy meat. The skunks not even thinking now as he tries to stay balanced on three different axis; pushing back against his Papa, pushing forward into his brother and bobbing eagerly on the shaft of another brother. Jeremy moans, the fruit bat's little fangs glinting in the light, at the feeling of loving lips on his organ, but that's not all he squeaks loudly at the feeling of a tongue on his balls, light little nibbles and loving kisses as Marshal tastes the low hanging fruit before his face.

With a grunt Ron arches his back, careful not to knot the boy, as he climaxes. He quickly pulls out letting the excess spill and splatter across the boys little backside. The first climax is always too soon, best to get it out of the way so that the longer stronger sessions leading up to the second, third and maybe forth will have time to linger. Almost without pause Max moves up onto the bed, the weasel's slim streamlined member has no problem slipping through the slick semen to let him into that still oh so tight hole. Seeing one daddy spurt and the second one take his place is enough to push the little fruit bat over the edge. For some reason he just loves watching a person's face mid orgasm, the boy spasms, thrusting into his brothers muzzle as he cums, falling back onto the bed still shuddering. He pouts a bit, because he's not old enough to make cum.

Boris groans loudly as Daddy pushes deeper into his bum, in one stroke, then Papa could ever go. He squeals as daddy rubs his button, and shudders into an orgasm. He's still to young to produce but that doesn't stop him from jack-hammering that spasming cock into his little brother's tight little burrow. Marshal whimpers and groans feeling his own explosion building as big brother wraps one paw round his member, the cub squeals as he climaxes.

The adult grunts and groans, still pushing his plundering cock into the skunks tight little passage. Boris whimpers softly pushing back far enough so that his little brother can scramble out from under him. But the added thrust was just enough to send the weasel over the edge, with a loud groan Max floods the boy's bum. Sighing Daddy Max flops back onto the bed, his cock still wedged between those pretty little cheeks.

Ron snuggles up to the sweaty pair, kissing the skunk on the lips. The dog swears he can taste just a hint of Jeremy there. "Ohh Boris you know your Daddies will always love you right."

The skunk slides off Max's still hard cock, with a low moan, before he nods at his father. "I know Papa, I want you to know I'll always love you." He hugs the dog tight. "I'll never forget you and Daddy."

Max sits back up, facing his husband, Ron holds the boy tight inches away from his lover. "Well Boris we're going to do something we only do when one of our boys is going to leave us. This may hurt a bit at first but we want you to know how much we both love you." The weasel whispers to the boy.

The skunk's eyes light up. He remembers this from when William left them, before Marshal came. Father wouldn't let him try it. It looked fun and the boys hadn't been able to pull it off on their own. He looks down and sees that the two grown-ups were sitting face to face, there dicks rubbing against one another. Ron sits a little higher then Max and the weasels long cock still tops the dogs by a little bit. He reached down a little paw and tries to stroke the fat slabs of man meat. "Will it fit?" He whimpers.

Max nods. "That's why we both fucked you hon. We wanted to loosen you up and we needed the jizz to get you nice and slick." The weasel hugs the boy close. "So are you ready son?"

The little skunk takes a deep breath and nods. His daddies start to lower him down. First he feels the familiar pressure of Daddy's member. Marshal lowers his little paw helping guide the twin shafts towards the boy's waiting hole. The first cock doesn't have much trouble pushing into the well-buggered bum but it's the second thicker cock that has trouble. Even with all the help from the slippery seed that's seeped from the tight little boycunt, Ron's doggy dick is still too big. Boris whimpers softly as that thick mass of flesh pushes into him, straining that ring of muscle like never before. "Oh daddy it hurts." The boy squeaked in pain, as his parents start to work their way past his defenses.

"It's okay sweetie, it'll pass in a moment." Whispers Ron as he nibbles on the boy's ear. They move slowly trying to make it easier on the boy but it's always a hard maneuver. "It'll feel good soon I promise."

The skunk winces as he sinks lower, he's never felt so full. His anus is straining against the massive stream of man meat filling him up. It's almost like being a virgin again. With a loud sigh, he moans, his rear end finally relaxing just enough to make it all a little more comfortable.

Jeremy watches intently. "Wow I never saw a butt stretched like that." He purrs softly wondering what it feels like.

Max moans out loudly, it's so tight. He leans in kissing his son on the lips as he pulls his husband close. The grown-ups hold each other close, their foster son sandwiched between them. The men both whimper and moan as they push the lad down, working their way deeper and deeper even as they stretch him wider then ever before.

Boris thought the pain would never fade but as the pair of members work their way deeper something unexpected happens. One of them hits that pleasurable little nub and never seems to leave. With both members stuffed deep inside him his prostate can't help but get mashed over and over again. Each push, each withdrawal, each twist and thrust rubs along that nodule of nerves, sending waves of ecstasy through out the boy's young body. He seems to cum with every thrust almost orgasming nonstop as his fathers move in and out.

The grown-ups start off their rhythm in time pushing in and out of their son's sweet little rectum together. The boy starts to purr loudly as the first of his orgasms hit. Then their pace drifts apart. At first it's varied only slightly, their cocks rubbing together as they move in different directions but soon as one slides back the other drives forward. As their son's eyes glaze over from the cascading waves of pleasure both men fight to stay in control. It's Max who goes first though. With a howl he drives his cock deep into the boy, painting the lad's bowels white with weasel seed. Ron can feel Max's cock pulse. He can feel the vein throb as it pumps its payload deep into the boy. Not to be out done the dog pushes hard, as the knot stretches that already strained anus near its breaking point the skunk yowls but Daddy really wants in. He pushes once with all his might and with one final grunt that swollen orb of flesh finally locks the trio into place. The dog groans softly as his own sweet cream mingles with his husband's, deep within the boy's guts. Boris clings to Max tightly even as they fall over onto the bed, the little skunk is oblivious to the world. He's dazed but not confused as he shudders through another orgasm. He can't believe this is happening.

Jeremy and Marshal let their own dicks fall limply from their paws. "Wow." Says the mole. "I can't wait till I get to try a daddy sandwich." Dumbfounded the fruit bat just nods.