“On the road again, like a banded piggy, we go down the highway, we're best friends, insisting that the world keep turning our way and our way is on the road again, I just can't wait to get on the road again the life I love is makin' music with my friends and I can't wait to get on the road again!” Charley sang as we rolled towards Ely. The cub loved music it seemed, even if he got the lyrics wrong most of the time...
	“Dad?” the kit asked after the song ended
	“Yes son?” I asked back.
	“You’re my best friend,” the cub said with a big smile.
	“And you’re mine too!” I said.
	“Do you think the foxes are going to be excited to see us?” he asked.
	“I think they’re already excited. I called Kile to tell him that we’re gonna be there soon, but first I wanna swing by my Mom’s house and pick up Bloo,” I told him. 
	“Who’s Bloo?” he asked.
	“Well… he’s my other best friend, and my mate,” I explained.
	“You have a mate?!” he said, suddenly anxious. “Do you think he’ll like me?
	“Bloo likes everyone. He’s a really good boy,” I said proudly.
	“A good boy?” the cub asked.
	“Yep, the best doggo ever!” I said.
	“HE’S A DOG AND HE’S YOUR MATE?!” the kit squealed.
	I couldn’t help but laugh my ass off. “Yes, my mate is a dog. I… don’t really trust uprights. Except for you. And the foxes a little…” I told him.
	My cub smiled. “Oh. Cool! I used to have a doggy friend but he left…” the kit looked sad.
	“I’m sure you and Bloo are going to become best friends too!” I said.
	The cub’s sadness turned into the joy of expectation.

	When we hit Wells, NV, we took the I-80 west to Reno-Sparks. Mom lived in a house on the outskirts of Hidden Valley. When we arrived, I asked Charley to jump in the sleeper. “I can’t meet your Mom?” he asked disappointedly. 
	“My Mom wouldn’t be happy about me having a cub friend,” I explained.
	“Why not?” he asked.
	“Well… Mom is afraid I will get in trouble,” I tried to explain. 
	“But I won’t tell!” my kit said sincerely.
	“I believe you, but my Mom would still be scared…” I told him.
	“Ok… he said sadly.
	I parked the tractor and Charley climbed in the sleeper. I stepped out and walked over to the door. Bloo was barking and whining wildly. I could hear Mom hollering at him to quiet down. I carefully opened the door and a snout popped through. “Hey buddy! Back up so I can get inside,” I told the sheepdog mix. Bloo took a few hoppy steps backwards and pounced on me once I shut the door. “Hello baby,” I said softly, crouching down and exchanging some sloppy tongue kisses with my mate. I heard Mom coming so I stood up.
	“Hey honey, welcome home,” she said sweetly. “How was your haul?”
	“Really good. I had a lot of fun, met some really nice people,” I replied.
	“Good for you! Are you staying around for a while?” she asked.
	“Nah, not this time. I promised some friends that I’d be over soon, but I wanted to pick up Bloo so I can take him along for the trip,” I explained.
	“Ok, there’s some food you can take for your fridge in the back, and I picked you up a few things too. They’re in your room on your dresser,” she told me.
	“Awesome! You are literally the best Mom ever,” I said.
	“And you’re the best son ever! Just… be careful out there,” she said.
	“I always am Mom,” I replied.
	“I’m watching a show on ZooTube, lock the door on your way out and come back soon, ok?” she said.
	“I will, and I will. Love you Mom,” I said.
	“I love you too sweetheart,” she said, and wandered back to her room. 
	I gathered up the food in a bag and grabbed the bag of stuff, mostly clothes, from my room and put a leash on Bloo. Locking the door, we headed back to my truck. I had to pick Bloo up and put him inside. 
	As soon as the dog got into the cab, he started sniffing interestedly at the curtain separating the sleeper from the cab. That was where he usually hung out while the wheels were rolling. “Hold on buddy, we gotta get rolling first,” I said. Bloo jumped up onto the passenger seat and settled in. I started the truck and we rolled out and headed to SR50 towards Ely. Stopping at the Flying Jay in Fernley, I decided to introduce the cub to my mate. 
	“Ok, you two ready to meet?” I asked. 
	“Yeah!” the kit squeaked from behind the curtain. It caught Bloo off-guard and he perked his ears up. 
	“Sit on the bunk and let Bloo start,” I tols the cub.
	I opened the curtain and Bloo jumped down to look. At first, the dog just sniffed the kit, then he looked at me.
	“Go ahead boy, go say hi,” I encouraged. 
	Bloo walked up and the cub held out his paw. Bloo sniffed it and moved closer. He sniffed the kit thoroughly and decided that the cub must be ok because he jumped up on the bunk and sat next to him. Charley started petting my mate and soon Bloo rolled over and let Charley rub his stomach. I couldn’t help but notice that Charley kept staring at the pup’s male bits. “What ya looking at?” I asked the kit.
	“Bloo’s pizzle and stuff,” the cub explained matter of factly.
	“Nice aren’t they?” I asked.
	“Yeah, he’s pretty,” the kit replied.
	“Just wait until you see them when he’s using them. They’re even nicer!” I said.
	“Really?” the cub asked.
	“Really,” I responded.
	“Can I see them now?” Charley asked.
	“Well… we need to get on the road, but if Bloo wants, I can give you a quick little show… go close the curtain,” I instructed. Charley pulled the heavy drape closed and I jumped on the bed, pulling off my shirt and dropping my kilt. 
	Immediately, Bloo began sniffing my crotch. He started licking my sheath and balls, and I accomodated him by pulling it back to expose my pink length. Bloo gave it a good cleaning, engorging me in the process. The pup then stood over my arm, signaling that he wanted to be pawed. I explained his body language to Charley. “When he does that, he’s telling me that he wants me to start rubbing him.”
	I reached up and gently caressed his pizzle within his sheath. I could feel his knot filling up, so I hooked a pair of fingers behind it. Immediately, the pup began to hump my paw, squirting pre-cum and other juices all over my chest and snout. With my other paw I made a ring and let Bloo push through it. The ring pushed back his sheath, revealing his entire pizzle. I closed my other paw behind his knot and soon it was rock hard and spasming in my palm. Bloo lifted his leg and turned to face away from me as he squirted milky white cum all over me. I leaned down and placed his pizzle in my mouth and began to lick the tip. This caused Bloo to orgasm even harder, his pizzle fully engorging and turning from an aroused pink to a raging dark red and blue. At full hardness, Bloo filled up my mouth with spray and squirt of his warm slightly sweet but faintly coppery semen. I was coerced to swallow as it hit the back of my throat with a forceful ‘splat’.
	“Can I… can I taste that? I wanna taste it…” Charley said. I withdrew from it, and aimed the nozzle at Charley. He leaned forward and put it in his mouth as I rubbed Bloo’s knot to get him to jet more.  
	Charley pulled off swallowing. “That’s as good as yours!” he said excitedly. 
	I was fully erect, completely emerged from my sheath as I continued stroking Bloo’s knot. He was still jetting the sweet ropes of his climax all over me and when I felt a moistness on my cock. Charley hadn’t gotten his fill of cream it seemed… I stuck Bloo’s rocket back in my mouth and before I could hold off I was cumming in my cub’s maw, filling it with my hot semen. The boy wasn’t expecting the force of it, nor the volume and after a swallow, he pulled off and coughed. My dick painted him, me and Bloo with my fluids. Bloo started licking it up, and I allowed his knot to ‘pop’ through my grip. My mate made sure to thoroughly clean my fur and then began working on Charley. As soon as the pup began to clean my cub’s rod, Charley closed his eyes, clenched his paws and I saw his pizzle twitching and spasming as he had a quick unexpected climax.
	Bloo finished cleaning us up and laid down on the floor to groom himself. “I cummed really hard Dad,” the kit said, trying the new word he’d learned.
	I chuckled. “That was amazing son,” I replied.
	Before I knew it the cub was breathing heavy next to me, sound asleep. Bloo was knocked out on the end of the bed where he’d jumped after his groom finished. I buckled the mattress safety strap over Charley after moving him and pulling a blanket over him and closed the curtain. Getting back on the road, my phone vibrated and the heads up indicated Kile was calling.
	“Hey,” I whispered. “The kit is asleep, what’s up?”
	“Are ya almost here?” the fox asked.
	“A few hours. We pulled into a truck stop to introduce my mate to Charley, things got… sticky,” I replied.
	“You have a mate?” the fox asked suspiciously.
	“Yep, his name is Bloo. Why?” I said.
	“I was hoping I was the only fur for you…” the fox teased.
	“The only fur… yes,” I replied.
	“Wait. Who’s Bloo then?” Kile asked.
	“Oh, he’s my feral pup,” I said.
	The fox chittered. “Oh my goodness… we’re going to have some fun aren’t we honey?
	“I’m pretty sure we are my dear,” I teased.
	“Ok then, I’ll see you soon. I’ll be waiting for you,” he said.
	“Looking forward to it, the kit too,” I said. 
	The fox hung up and we surged on. As dark was falling, we turned onto the road that led to Kile and Kaedan’s house. At first, I was confused. There was a large tent and a number of vehicles present. Kaedan was outside with a pair of lion cubs, one in a dress and one in shorts, and a rather tall but very young elephant calf wearing denim overalls and a cartoon shirt with a character from Australia on the back whose name I couldn’t remember. He ran to the tractor as I pulled into the lot. “Joshy! You’re back!!!” he yelled. “We’re having a get-two-gather!” he said excitedly. “Kile is inside, he said leave your stuff in the truck. You gotta meet the twins and Tyler, my friends!” 
	[i]This was going to get interesting really quickly[/i] I thought as I parked.

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