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Update 4.4: An Early Look

Hello all!! I have a few quick announcements for Update 4.4, and I hope you'll enjoy these changes.
Performance Improvements
In 4.4, we're going to be enabling support for Lazy Loading. This will cause pages to load more smoothly as assets further down the page won't load until they come into view. Should help to improve loading times site-wide. Furthermore, we'll be improving non-image attachments to posts, providing more details about the downloads (such as download count, type of download, etc.). The letter avatars, for those who haven't uploaded an avatar yet, will be swapped to an SVG from the current image. This should be faster to render as well, since avatars are called in a lot of areas of the site.
Other notable improvements:
Duplicate Clubs query removed from activity streams. Notifications and follower management will see an improvement (Hope to have more on this in a bit, this is provided from the CMS) Member search speed should be a bit better. PHP performance improvements, to help with site speed.  
Hopefully more to come soon, stay tuned!

Update 4.3.5

Hello all, update 4.3.5 is around the corner. With it are coming some bug fixes, minor edits, and some other various and sundry items. Currently in beta, but expected release in about a week or two.
Core - Search & Activity Streams:
Improved searching for phrases (when the search term is wrapped in quotes) when using Elasticsearch. Fixed creating activity streams on front-end. Fixed duplicate topics showing in some streams if using Elasticsearch and posts/comments have been split. Fixed error being logged when accessing an invalid page number of paginated results when using Elasticsearch. Fixed a typo in the Elasticsearch "Analyzer" setting description. Core - Social Promotion / Our Picks:
Fixed reputation information sometimes missing from replies to status updates and from topics on the "Our Picks" page. Fixed missing CSS if "Our Picks" is the community's home page causing missing images. Fixed promotion occurring at wrong time if scheduled to occur at midnight † Core - Posting:
Fixed edit being lost if the edit triggers the URL or word filter. Fixed issue where attachments may be rejected if URL filter is set to reject all URLs. Core - UI:
Fixed height of blocks in some grids. Fixed missing Tumblr icon in email footer. Fixed W3C validation error. Core - Clubs:
Fixed possible error when editing a club. Fixed price not showing correctly for paid clubs which do not have a renewal term. Core - Misc:
Updated CKEditor to 4.10. Fixed URL input fields not handling the value correctly if a "?" is immediately after the domain without any path. Fixed disabled reaction types showing in the reputation summary on user's profiles. Fixed it being possible to add a member back into a personal conversation after they've left by accessing the URL directly. Changed the "next" link which shows on mobile on the last page of a paginated table which, although disabled, points to a page that doesn't exist which was reported to trigger an error on some SEO diagnostics tools. Changed the online user list cutoff when using Redis to be consistent with when not using Redis (30 minutes). Forums:
Changed the permission check when viewing all topics created by a member to if the viewing user can see the forum they are in, rather than if they can view the topic† Commerce - Subscriptions
Fixed reactivating a previously expired subscription not moving the member back into the correct group. Fixed transferring a subscription from one member to another. Fixed duplicate subscriptions being created if member generates multiple orders for Subscriptions before paying and then pays more than once. Fixed broken record showing in the list of subscriptions if a member with a subscription is deleted. Fixed handling of subscriptions when merging two members. Commerce - Support
Fixed incoming emails not being received if the email was CC'd to the support system rather than sent directly. Fixed merging two accounts not reassigning ratings/feedback on support request replies. Commerce - Misc
Fixed entering a coupon a code may redirect user back to the first step of the checkout process. Fixed error caused by history logs for an alternate contact which has been deleted. Pages
Fixed error on "create item" page if the database is on the community's home page. Fixed attachments to editor fields in databases not being saved correctly. Gallery
Fixed error when editing a video in Gallery which does not have a thumbnail uploaded. Fixed URLs for video thumbnails in the XML sitemap. Increased maximum size of image descriptions to prevent value being cut off. Marketplace
Fixed possible duplicate notifications for Marketplace files. Literature
Fixed error viewing the literature comments a member has made from their profile. Fixed possible duplicate notifications for Story entries. Removed name of story from the header of each entry when viewing a specific story. Calendar
Fixed issue where recurring events may show in wrong timezone. Fixed error when editing an event to remove the end time.

AnthroDynamics, GDPR, and You

What is GDPR? How does it affect AD?
GDPR is the General Data Protection Regulation. It is an EU law on data protection and privacy for all individuals within the European Union. It also addresses the export of that personal data outside of the EU. However, there are certain points that should be noted, and we'll discuss those. You have individual rights when it comes to your account and data, the two primary of these being the Right to be Informed and the Right to Erasure.
The Right to be Informed
Encompasses our obligation to provide "fair processing information", which you can find in our Privacy Policy. Emphases the need for transparency over how we use your personal data. The Right to Erasure
The broad principle here is the right to enable an individual to request the deletion or removal of personal data where there is no compelling reason for its continued processing. We will always inform you of any changes to our Privacy Policy, either by email, social media, forum post, or private message. Any changes to that policy will have a waiting period before they go into effect, which will be announced along with the changes. The key phrase in the right to erasure is "Where there is no compelling reason for it's continued processing". In other words, yes, we can delete and remove your account, unless there is a need for us to retain your details. For example, to comply with tax codes (from financial transactions). AnthroDynamics will use a system of account deletion that will leave most Text-based content, but remove the Gallery Images associated with that account if no transactions exist.
Lawful Bases for Processing
We feature a setting to not automatically opt-in to administrator emails, such as newsletters. You can always edit your Notifiication settings to be able to opt in or out of these administrator emails, as well as any and all other types of notifications. When we change our Privacy Policy or our Terms of Service, our system will automatically ask you to accept them again.
We store a small amount of data in cookies. These are used to authorize user accounts when you re-visit the community. Other cookies are used to provide a service at the user's request, such as changing the Theme.
Why go through all of this?
GDPR is all about being a good steward of the stored data of our users. Note that there is no requirement under the GDPR to delete or remove any information sent to the server by our users. While we do offer you the option to delete your account to comply with the Right to Erasure, it will be at our discretion if we remove all user-submitted content from that account, with the remainder being anonymized. The analogy with this is that it's similar to email: once someone sends you an email, you aren't obligated to delete that email. The same is true of user posted content. Ultimately though, we want our users to feel comfortable in using our services, knowing that their data is ultimately theirs.

Layout Changes

Just a quick one today, not really for new features but more for homepage layout and whatnot. We've removed the "Popular Contributors" block in favor of a block of latest journal entries. We've also swapped the Swiper Slider on our different themes to an actual application, so that the themes no longer update their sliders separately (More work for us ._.). So now there'll be consistency there (Also, now I won't chew myself out when I forget to add the "new" sliders onto the other themes...). A few other minor changes will be noted below as well.
Twitch.tv embeds are finally enabled! Still working on Picarto (Sorry, their API is kinda terrible). Some blocks on the home page were updated with a "Show More" button. (Ok ok, namely the Dev Blog and the new Journals block....sue me.) Two more themes are in the works, but uh....they're not quite ready to roll out yet. So there. Have that. Small update is small, but an update nonetheless. If you all have any questions, suggestions, or comments, you're always free to post them in the Q&A Forum. 
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    • By Kindar in Missing Son 0
      The Missing Son 49
            Patrick opened his eyes.
            I was awake, maybe. His eyes were open, so he had to be awake. He didn't feel awake. Or rather his body didn't feel normal, it was vibrating. The light was low, or maybe not. The intensity seemed to shift.
            He was looking at an unfamiliar ceiling. It was either white, gray or yellow, or maybe it was some sort of high-tech color changing paint. He started giggling. That would be something cool.
            Someone moved against him, and he realized he was feeling multiple someones. He chuckled to himself. Right, the orgy. Someone wrapped a hand on his cock, no, it was too warm, that was a mouth. That felt nice. He closed his eyes and enjoyed being sucked on. He scratched his stomach; the fur was matted together.
            He raised his head. It wasn't just there; his fur was mated all over his front. Right, all the licking cum off him has left its mark.
            Now that he'd moved his head, he was more confident he was awake. And his bladder was informing him he should take a trip to the bathroom. He rested his head back and waited until Adam was done blowing him.
            Once he was done Adam just turned on his side and snuggled up to their father. Had his brother given him a sleep blowjob? Patrick wouldn't be surprised. He was pretty sure nothing could surprise him anymore when it came to his family and sex.
            He carefully untangled himself from Arthur who was hugging him on his left, and Aaron on his right. He pulled his legs out from whoever was sleeping on top of them. he could only see his back, ass and tail, but he thought that was Alex.
            He stood, to his body's protestations. Joints creaked, cracked and popped as he stretched. He stepped off the cushions and his ass hurt, as did his jaw, had it gotten dislocated at some point? His cock buzzed and his balls were sore.
            How the fuck had he survived the night? Oh, right. He was an Orr. Sex super-powers.
            That was the only explanation. No normal guy could have survived this orgy. He counted how many guys were there, eleven. Eleven guys had fucked him, more than once, and he'd fucked all of them at least once. He'd also been sucked off more times than he remembered.
            Yeah, it had to be that. He has sex super powers now.
            He was about to head for the bathroom, but smelled coffee and decided his bladder could wait until he got caffeine in him.
            "Can I get one of those?" he asked his father.
            The tiger at the counter looked over his shoulder. "Sure. just milk, right?"
            He took out another cup, filled it and added the milk before handing it to him.
            "How are you feeling?"
            Patrick took a long swallow and sighed. "I'll let you know when reality settles back in. I think I'm high."
            His father tilted an ear in his direction, sipping his own coffee.
            "Every inch of my body is vibrating, and I've pretty much worked out that I've developed super powers. sexual powers."
            "That would be some fun powers to have."
            "What are you talking about? I'm pretty sure you have them too. each and every member of this family. One big super sex team."
            He looked at his father for some sort of confirmation, but only received an enigmatic smile.
            They sipped their coffee in silence for a moment, then Patrick asked. "Dad, what's the deal with Damian?" okay, that settled it, he was high. It was the only way he'd dared asked about him.
            "What do you mean?"
            "Well, Aaron hates his guts, Adam is terrified of him. One moment Damian is all charming, and the next he's like something out of a horror movie."
            His father looked at him for long enough that Patrick considered sitting down, but he didn't think his ass could take the hard surface.
            His father shook his head. "I don't think this is the right time for it."
            Patrick sighed. "Dad, Arthur wouldn't tell me because he said I had to be comfortable with the family having sex together. Well, unless you've missed the banners, I'm pretty damn comfortable with that idea now. I mean Adam went camping with him even when the idea scared him."
            "He had to agree to go to see under the hood of my brother's car."
            "Dad, you do realize that makes no sense, right? It's just a car. I know Adam loves them, but still."
            His father sighed. "Alright. First off, you need to know my brother's a genius."
            "Okay, so he's smart."
            His father shook his head. "No, Einstein was smart, but compared to my brother he was a simpleton."
            "Who's Einstein?" Patrick asked.
            His father stared at him, "Relativity? E=Mc square?"
            Patrick shrugged.
            "How about Hawkins?"
            Patrick thought about it. "That's the black hole guy, right?"
            "Good enough. that guy is also a simpleton next to Damian. When he was eight, they threw all the IQ tests at him, and he aced them all. After that they started giving him math problems to solve. He solved them all, and I'm talking Math even I don't get, and I was really good at it. The bottom line is that no one knows how smart Damian is."
            "Then why isn't he a scientist? If he's so smart why is he just running a company?"
            "Science doesn't hold his interest. It isn't interesting to him. And you should remember his company is a multinational corporation, not exactly a simple thing to run."
            "Okay, but still..."
            His father nodded. "The other thing you need to know is that he's a psychopath."
            "What do you mean?"
            "A psychopath, he doesn't have any empathy for other people. He doesn't actually care for any of us."
            "No, you're wrong. I've seen him around you guys. Sure he can be cold, but he loves the lot of you."
            "It's an act, all of it."
            Patrick frowned as he remembered something. He'd read an article about criminals a while back. "wait, psychopaths, those are the guys who..." The words slipped away as another memory came back to him. he felt the cup slip from his hand...
            * * * * *
            He was sitting in a car, trying to get out.
            "You're not getting out of the car unless I let you." The voice had been cold, dispassionate. The cold, calculating, blue eyes were looking at him, through him.
            "What are you going to do to me?" Patrick had asked, certain he was about to die.
            * * * * *
            He was shaking. Someone was holding him.
            "Oh fuck, of fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." Someone was repeating over and over.
            "everything's okay Patrick," his father said. "You're safe."
            It was him. He'd been the one saying it. "I was in his car. I was alone with him. Oh God, He could have killed me. I would have disappeared and no one would have known."
            The arms tighten around him. "You're safe Patrick. None of that would have happened."
            He pushed his father away. "How the fuck can you say that? He's a psychopath. He could have cut me in little pieces and not given a damn." He stopped talking as he realized his foot was wet. His father said something, but Patrick didn't hear him, his foot was partially in a pool of liquid. It was coffee, medium brown, but there was another liquid slowly mixing in with it. Then he noticed the inside of his leg was wet. Then he caught the scent.
            "I pissed myself."
            Patrick looked at his father. He was numb. "He said that would happen once I'd learn about him." The anger came back. "How can you let a man like that in your house? Around your kids? How can you put them in danger like that?" He paused. "What the fuck did he do to Adam?"
            His father grabbed him by the shoulders. "Patrick, you have to understand. Damian isn't a threat to you, or anyone in this family."
            "How can you know that?"
            "Because he promised our father he would look after us."
            Patrick remembered Damian telling him that. "But you said he doesn't actually care about anyone."
            "He doesn't, but promises are sacred to him. He never breaks them. As you interact with him, you'll notice he almost never makes any, but if he does, he keeps them. That's how he's able to function.
            "But aren't psychopath liars and killers?"
            "They don't have to be. Damian doesn't like violence. He considers it a failure on his part if he has to resort to it." His father guided him out of the kitchen. "Let's get you in the shower."
            "What about the mess?"
            "I'll clean it up afterward. Don't worry about it."
            "If he looks out for you, why are you all afraid of him?" Patrick asked once they were next to the shower.
            "Because, while he will never hurt one of us physically, he can be emotionally brutal." His father turned the water on. "He doesn't like it when we limit ourselves, so he tends to take it upon himself to resolve what he perceives as being a problem."
            "Did he do that to you?"
            His father started shaking his head, but then his eyes became distant. "Yes, he did."
            "What did he do?"
            "He forced me to break out of my shell when I was a kid."
            "Are you okay?"
            His father shook himself. "I'm fine, I hadn't thought about that time in a long while."
            "He's never going to get to do that to me." Patrick got under the water. He sighed. "That's a lie, isn't it? If he decides to do something to me, I won't be able to stop him, will I?"
            His father held him. He didn't say anything. There was nothing he could say.
    • By Kindar in Missing Son 0
      The Missing Son 48
            Patrick had been fucked by... he couldn't remember how many of them had fucked him. At least each of his brothers had had a go once, and he was now in the process of fucking them, but he needed a break. The bathroom was calling.
            He felt like he imagined he would if he'd used those weight training machines downstairs. He was sore in more places than he could count. He was tired, but not exhausted. And he was still horny.
            After using the toilet, he decided to take a quick shower. He was going to be sweating again, but right now he felt grimier than he liked.
            Standing in the large shower stall he thought again about how it was large enough they could have an orgy in it. Instead of being embarrassed this time he got hard.
            He toweled himself while the dryer ran, stroking himself a few times to maintain his erection. He might as well be ready for action when he got back to the living room.
            He pulled the door open to leave and found himself looking into gray/blue eyes. He hesitated, then got out of the way. Damian looked him up and down, his smile widening at his hard cock.
            He entered and closed the door behind him.
            "I was going back," Patrick pointed out. He checked his uncle out, he hadn't done it this close yet. He wasn't erect, but his cock looked to be average.
            "I'm sure they can manage without you for a while." Damian took Patrick's head in his hands.
            "Damian, I don..." He didn't get to finish, Damian kissed him.
            The surprise froze Patrick for a moment, and his uncle used that opportunity to push his tongue in his muzzle. Patrick has a 'fuck this' moment, then he kissed him back, wrapping his arms around his uncle.
            They turned and Patrick had his back against the wall. their tongue played together, their lips pressed so tightly their mouth were sealed.
            Damian broke away and smiled at him.
            Patrick had to catch his breath. "What do you think you're doing?"
            His uncle didn't say anything. He leaned forward and nibbled below Patrick's ear. Patrick's breath caught as the teeth scrapped the flesh, lightning coursing from there down to his cock. He held on to Damian as his legs turned to jelly and he spoke God's name in vain, a lot.
            Then claws moved down his sides making him shudder. they traced his hips, moving inside his legs and teased his balls. His cock jumped and Patrick thought he was going to cum right there. He wanted to tell his uncle to stop, but he couldn't get his mouth to work.
            The pleasure still vibrating through him the hand clasped his ass and pulled him up. By pure reflex he wrapped his legs around Damian's waist. He felt the slick cock move between his cheeks.
            Patrick opened his muzzle to asked his uncle what he thought he was doing, but he bit his neck and the lightning short circuited Patrick's brain.
            The cock head was at his ring and Damian lowered him slowly. Patrick gasped and held on tighter to his uncle. When he was fully in, he pulled out and thrust back in. He moved slowly, each time changing his angle, and Patrick could only moan, grown and gasp when his uncle cock stroked against a particularly pleasurable part.
            He'd read up on the male anatomy, and if he were able to think he'd know what it was called, but his uncle's cock was making it impossible for him to do so.
            That stroking and his cock being trapped between them, their fur teasing it, their stomach pressing against it as his uncle fucked him, made the lightning become brighter until it overwhelmed him. Patrick roared.
            Once his orgasm died down Damian wasn't moving, just holding him. Patrick realized his uncle wasn't in him. He untangled his legs and placed them on the floor. Damian let him go carefully. Patrick wobbled a little but he was able to stay up.
            Damian smiled and opened the door, only to have it slam back shut.
            "Not so fast," Patrick panted, his hand on it. "What the fuck was this?"
            Damian smiled at him. "When you said you'd never be alone in a room with me, I was able to let it go." He caressed Patrick's cheek with a finger. "But when you said I'd be waiting a long time to have sex with you, I found I couldn't resist."
            "You had plenty of opportunity in the living room."
            "I doubt you'd have really paid attention to what I was doing to you among a crowd."
            "So what? this was just you proving a point?"
            "A point? no. This was me fucking you." He ran a finger in the cum stained fur. "I believe you enjoyed it."
            "Fucking right I did, but I don't believe you. This wasn't just about us having sex. Just what the fuck do you want with me?"
            Damian regarded him for a moment. "I haven't decided yet." He nodded to Patrick's hand still on the door. "Can I leave?"
            Patrick took his hand away and Damian left him alone in the room. He leaned back against the wall. Fuck that had been an experience.
            He put a hand to his neck, where Damian had bit him, there was no blood. He hadn't thought there would be, but he wanted to make sure. A few of his brothers had nibbled on his neck, and he'd enjoyed it, but none of them had bitten that hard. If someone had asked him before this Patrick wouldn't have known it could feel that good.
            His hand went up and caressed the base of his ear. He shivered. How had Damian known he'd enjoy it? Patrick hadn't known until now. He sighed. Whatever else his uncle might be, he was a fucking good top.
            Patrick took a moment longer to make sure he was steady on his legs and headed back to the living room. He'd thought about continuing going through his brothers, but he saw his father seated on the couch, head leaning back and looking like he might be sleeping. His other father was currently fucking Alex in the middle of the cushions.
            Grinning Patrick headed for the couch. He ran a hand up each leg before hooking under them and lifting them. He father looked at him and chuckled.
            Patrick lubed himself from the almost empty bottle next to his father and then entered him. Both of them moaned. When he was hilted in, he licked his father's muzzle.
            "You're a lot tighter than I remember," He whispered.
            His father smiled. "That's because I'm not the one you think I am."
            Patrick frowned for a moment, then gasped. He would have pulled out, but his father had hooked his legs around him, keeping him in place.
            His father nodded.
            "I'm sorry. I thought you were Daniel."
            Donald nodded. "It's okay."
            "But you're a top."
            That made him chuckle. "I'm mostly a top. Not exclusively one."
            "So you're okay with me fucking you?"
            "He is," Daniel whispered in his ear before placing both hands on his shoulders. "Just like I'm going to be okay with fucking you."
            Donald moved his legs out of the way and Daniel pressed himself against Patrick's back. He ground his crotch a time or two and his cock found Patrick's hole. Patrick sighed as his father entered him. He was thicker than Damian.
            Patrick couldn't believe he was having sex with both his fathers at the same time. They moved slowly working out the best rhythm to make sure neither of them accidentally pulled out. This was so hot, and it felt so good to have his cock move in his father while his fathers moved in him.
            This felt more like making love then fucking so Patrick took his time. He let the pleasure build, and listened to his fathers' body, he wanted to cum with them, or at least one of them.
            Donald was the first one whose breathing became ragged, his hand moving up and down on his cock, so Patrick sped up his thrusting, to help him and to push himself over the edge.
            His father came a moment before Patrick, his spasming ass triggering his orgasm. Buried deep in his father, Daniel's thrusting kept Patrick's orgasm going much longer than before, and then that cock was deep in him, his father shuddering on top of Patrick.
            They remained like that while they caught their collective breath. Patrick felt so comfortable between the two of them, so safe, so loved. He kissed Donald, then pulled out. Daniel pulled out and let himself fall on the couch next to his brother.
            Patrick stretched and turned. So, who was going to be next. He grinned when he saw Damian roll off Dominic and settle on his stomach. If that wasn't a perfect invitation, Patrick didn't know what was.
            He knelt between Damian's legs. He didn't know if he was versatile or not, he hadn't paid attention to who he'd fucked or in what position, but at this point he was confident everyone in his family was.
            Damian looked over his shoulder, and while Patrick had intended to just start fucking him, he paused and asked. "Do you mind if I return the favor?"
            Damian smiled and shook his head. Patrick lay on top of him and began fucking his uncle. In no time at all Patrick was moaning. his uncle's ass kept tightening on his cock, and pulling on it. Patrick couldn't tell if he was using his uncle or if he was being used by him. Much faster then he'd anticipated Patrick came.
            He rolled on his back, and Damian smirked at him. Patrick gave him the finger and then had Arthur sitting on his cock and Aiden offering his to suck. Patrick took it in his muzzle, and then lost himself back in the orgy.
    • By Kindar in Missing Son 0
      The Missing Son 47
            The car came to a stop in the garage, the door closed, the engine turned off. Patrick didn't move. This was it. He hadn't expected to be this apprehensive. He saw a car he hadn't before, a black sedan. Damian's car was there.
            "You okay?" his father asked.
            "Just a little worried. This is going to be an orgy. having sex with you two was one thing, I love you, but...." He really wasn't sure why he was hesitant now that he was here.
            "You don't love you brothers?"
            "I don't know. I like them well enough from the time we've hung out over the year, but I don't know if I can say I love them."
            Can't you? a voice at the back of his head whispered. What you feel for Arthur, is that just 'like'? How about what you felt when he and Aaron snuggled on the grass? was that just 'like' too? Shut up, he told the voice. It's my insecurities, let me deal with them.
            "I know they love you."
            "but do they just love me because they know they're going to have sex with me?"
            "no. I can promise that to you. They love you for who you are. The sex is just one of the ways we demonstrate it." He got out of the car and a moment later so did Patrick. "Just give them a chance. They've been really looking forward to today."
            Patrick nodded. "Should I get naked now?"
            "No, let them take care of that."
            He followed his father up the stairs and to the living room. He stopped at the archway. The seats and sofas had been repositioned to the back of the room, forming a semi-circle facing him. Every seat was taken by a naked tiger stroking himself or his neighbor.
            This was rather intimidating.
            Daniel stood and walked to him. "Hello son." His cupped his head and kissed him tenderly. "Welcome home." He guided Patrick closer to the seats. "There's only one person you haven't met yet."
            A tiger stood, and of all of them, Patrick included, he was the only one whose muscles weren't defined. He had them, but they were covered by a layer of fat, softening his overall shape.
            "Hi Patrick. I'm Dominic." He had soft hazel eyes, in a round face. Dominic kissed him. It was a gentle kiss, but there was an underlying hunger to it. "It's a pleasure to finally kiss you." He took his seat and put a hand to Damian's cock.
            "So, this is the whole family?" Patrick asked, looking everyone over. It was the first time he'd seen them naked. He realized Donald wasn't there anymore.
            "No, you have two great uncles. They live on the east coast and they're too old to travel. And they wouldn't have been able to participate anyway."
            "Of course, they could," Damian said. "Bobby's kids are making sure he doesn't get out of practice, and Roger is a nymphomaniac, so Byron is also getting a lot of exercise."
            "Kids? I have more family members?"
            "No," Daniel said, "Bobby's kids are the children he educated over the years. Now that they're grown up, they look after him."
            "Dietrich also couldn't make it," Dominic said.
            "He's another of your brothers?"
            "The fourth one, there's only five of us."
            "Why can't he make it?"
            "He's in rehab," Damian answered. "And I'm not letting him out until he's well and dry."
            "Dietrich had a rough life," Donald said, reappearing, naked. "Which led to him having problems with drugs and alcohol."
            Patrick could see Damian wanted to add something, but he didn't. Patrick was also starting to feel overdressed.
            "What happens now?" he asked. He looked at Arthur who was smiling at him. his heart skipped and caught in his throat. And you're calling that 'like'? the voice said. He looked at all of them. No, he didn't like them. he loved them. He could feel his eyes getting wet. Great, he was going to cry.
            "Now," his father said. Patrick as lost track of which was which. "Your brothers show you how much they love you."
            Arthur was the first one to stand. His small size made his cock look much larger. Arthur looked up at him, and his eyes were wet too. He grabbed Patrick's collar and pulled him down so they could kiss. It was a passionate kiss, not one of two brothers, but of two lovers. Patrick found himself taking hold of his brother's head while their tongue played together. When they broke the kiss, they were both panting.
            Arthur pulled the jacket off Patrick. Someone else pulled his t-shirt over his head.
            "I thought I was too old for you," he told Arthur, smiling.
            "oh, I do like young teens, but you have to know by now none of us are restricted by our eccentricities. I said that at the party because I knew you really wanted dad."
            "Thank you. How about you go first now?"
            "He means second," Anakin said. He was kneeling next to Patrick undoing his jeans. "He's had sex with dad."
            "Shot on his T-shirt," the one behind him said. It sounded like Alex.
            Patrick chuckled and the words that left his mouth surprised even him. "If anyone here is surprised by that, you haven't seen dad naked recently." Laughter responded. By the time the laughter died out, Patrick had stepped out of his clothes.
            "I'll be honored to be the first of your brothers to show you how much we love you." Arthur led him to the cushions, arranged on the floor to make a large bed.
            Patrick laid down and Arthur knelt between his legs. Someone handed his brother a bottle of lube, and this time Patrick knew where it came from. multiple bottles were spread around the floor and on the side tables.
            "Are you ready?" Arthur asked, lubing his cock. Patrick nodded and his brother lifted Patrick's legs over his shoulders before pressing in. He realized at that moment that Arthur's cock didn't just seem larger, it was larger. It felt larger than their father's.
            "Oh fuck," Patrick sighed as Arthur's ball rested against his ass. He didn't know how it was he hadn't felt any pain. He didn't care. His brother started fucking him. No, that wasn't right. he wasn't just thrusting his cock in and out of him. His hands were caressing his body, he was looking at him. He was making love to him.
            His father had fucked him in a way that made him feel possessed and safe. He'd fucked his father as something new and exciting. This was making him feel loved.
            He looked around, wanting for a moment to see what the rest of his family was doing. They were having sex too, but they were looking at him while doing it. He gasped when Arthur closed his hand around his cock and jerked him off.
            He didn't hurry it. He wasn't trying to make him cum quicker. Patrick could see it in his eyes, he was stroking him because he knew it felt good. He knew Patrick would enjoy it.
            Arthur was right. Patrick closed his eyes and let the pleasure build, his moans signing the crescendo until the lightning rushed over him and he roared. He stayed present this time and felt his ass tightened around Arthur cock. he felt him speed up and his brother roared just as his ended.
            Panting, they smiled at each other as he received another load of cum. Before Arthur pulled out someone tapped his forehead and he looked up. Albert was there, waving his hard cock in his face, then against his lips. The message was clear. Patrick didn't hesitate. that he'd never sucked on a cock before didn't matter to him. This was about sharing his family's love. He opened his muzzle and, as Arthur pulled out of him, Albert pushed his cock in.
            It took them a moment to find a comfortable position, Albert kneeling over him, and, to Patrick's surprise, taking his cock in his mouth, before they sucked each other. Patrick was tentative, not because he wasn't sure he wanted this, he wanted it, but because he was uncertain what to do, but paying attention to what Albert was doing to him he gained confidence and in no time, he was deep throating his brother, which he seemed to love.
            He held onto his brother and he bobbed down and up on his cock, using his tongue to stimulate the crown. and almost breaking down in laughers when his balls smacked his face.
            He didn't know how long they sucked each other, he didn't care. His jaw was a little sore, but it was worth it. When the lightning struck this time he couldn't roar, all he could do was bury his cock as deep as it would go down Albert's muzzle. His brother responded in kind a moment later.
            When Albert's cock stopped twitching, he pulled it out and Patrick got to taste his brother's cum. It tasted similar to what he remembered of his, but he was saltier. His brother moaned next to him.
            Gentle hands rolled Patrick on his stomach. "Can I?" Aaron whispered in his ear.
            Patrick couldn't speak, so he nodded. His brother lay on top of him, licking his neck as he slowly entered him. he was thinner than Arthur, and not as long, but when he moved in Patrick, it felt amazing.
            Patrick loved what his brother made him feel, but he wanted more. He saw a foot in his peripheral vision and grabbed it. The person it was attacked to knelt before him and Patrick could now see enough of him to recognize his uncle, Dominic. He had a fat short cock. Patrick grabbed it and guided it to his muzzle. His uncle obliged and lovingly face fucked him.
            Patrick orgasmed while being fucked from both end, and without touching himself. And this time, when the lighting arrived, it didn't leave him.
    • By Kindar in Excerpt for Patreon Exclusives 0
      Tiranis is a world of humans and furries, of super science and super powers, of ordinary people and extraordinary ones.    
      Stories of the Past is a series of stories exploring the history of the city of Tiranis, as well as the world it exists in or sometimes people of importance in it.
      This is excerpt is about 1000 word of a 7,000 word chapter.
      You can read the full story, as well as other stories set in the world of Tiranis by joining my Patreon at the 1$ level https://www.patreon.com/posts/22815371
      A story of the past
      "Who are you?" Vee asked.
      "I'm Commander Susan Rodriguez."
      RSM whispered. "Commander?"
      El echoed her puzzlement, there was no 'commander' rank in the army.
      "Which army division are you from?"
      "What does that matter? I'm the person in charge here."
      "Which military college did you graduate from, Ma'am?" this time there was a lot less respect in the 'Ma'am.'
      "The Texas one. Are you questioning my authority? Leon, take this soldier and throw him in the brig."
      One of the bear took a step forward, but stopped when DHC growled.
      "Fuck this, I didn't survive hell just to be kept from going home by a woman with delusions of grandeur leading a bunch of green playing at being soldiers. I say we take them."
      "At ease, soldier," Vee said, his tone calm. "You're a civilian, are you, Susan?"
      "I am the commander of this base."
      "Susan, I am a US soldier. I only take orders from US command or one of their appointed representative."
      "I am-"
      "No, you're not. Command hasn't appointed a civilian since that debacle in the Congo United Territories seventy-two years ago."
      "Well, maybe you've missed the memo, but there hasn't been a US command for a while now, so I'm in charge. If you don't obey me, I'm going to have you executed."
      Vee looked at the bear. "Leon, correct?"
      "Yes, Sir."
      "You know the regulations?"
      "Yes, Sir."
      "Good, then I'm assuming command."
      Relief flooded the room.
      "You can't do that!" Susan yelled. "I'm the commander!"
      "No, Susan, you're not. Believe it or not, US command actually planned from something like this. Regulations 43-8 paragraph 12. 'In case of a complete loss of communication between a unit, or a base, the role of US command will fall open the highest ranked officer on site, this will apply that the officer be human or Anthro.' I'm the highest ranking officer here."
      "No, you're just an animal. You aren't fit to lead. Leon, kill him."
      El felt the tension behind him. But they didn't have to worry. The bear was looking at Vee, not Susan.
      She looked at the bear in dismay. "I gave you an order, Soldier!"
      "Sir?" the bear asked Vee.
      "I'm in charge! One of you, kill them!" she ordered the other six. No one moved. She headed for the door.
      "Keep her from leaving."
      The tiger grabbed her by the arm.
      She glared at him. "Samuel, let go of me this instant."
      "I'm sorry, Susan. I can't." He sounded genuinely apologetic.
      "How many soldiers are here?"
      "Forty-six, Sir," The chipmunk said. "We were doing exercises at Fort Hickton when everything stopped working."
      Vee nodded. "Leon, go assemble them, I'm going to want to talk to all of them."
      "Sir, there might be some problem. A few of them are unreasonably loyal to her. Until you explain things to them, they will resist."
      "Take these five." Vee indicated the others who had entered with Susan. "But I don't want any bloodshed."
      "Samuel, can I trust not to let her go?"
      "Yes, Sir. I ca-it's complicated, but yes I will follow your orders, Sir, not hers."
      "Good." He motioned for the bear to get moving.
      "I'll assemble everyone in the courtyard."
      "I'll show you where it is," the chipmunk said.
      "First, tell me where are all the commanding officers. I can understand that they were some loss of life when it happened, but they can't all have died."
      "No Sir, none of them died, or if they did, it wasn't at the base. They just left."
      Anthros were entering the room. Eight of them.
      "What do you mean, just left?"
      "Just that, Sir. They ordered us to hold the base and left us there. There was seventy of us then and we did our best to follow our orders, but within a week civilians were forcing their way in. We're not supposed to attack US citizens, but they had no problems attacking us. Then she showed up, stopped the fighting and took controls of things. But..."
      Vee waited, and when the chipmunk didn't continue, he growled to prompt him.
      "She had us hoard all the weapons and food."
      Vee glared at her, and El felt his anger rising if she'd been keeping the food to herself...
      "How much?" Vee asked.
      "All of it, Sir."
      El's hands clenched. How could she?
      "Has she been feeding them?"
      "Barely. There's been at least two attempts to break in already. She had us kill those we captured."
      If El's powers had been working, she would have burst into flames right there. As it was, if his anger was stoking the fires, there was no evidence of it.
      "Throw her in a cell," Vee growled.
      "Don't you dare," she told the tiger. "I'm in charge. Not that bull."
      "Susan," the tiger replied, his voice tight, pleading. "He's my commanding officer. I have to do what he says."
      She placed a hand on his cheek. "But I'm so much more to you, aren't I?"
      "Samuel?" Vee's voice wasn't loud, but the tiger reacted as if he'd been yelled at. He jerked and pushed the human into the arms of a ram.
      "Take her to a cell," he said.
      "Samuel!" she yelled, surprise and outrage mixed together. "Samuel! I'm going to make you pay, do you hear me?" He wrenched herself out of the ram's grip and took a step toward the tiger.
      She staggered with a gasp. Samuel caught her before she fell, concern on his face.
      "I stopped your heart for one beat," Vee said, pulling her attention to him. "If you cause me anymore problem, I'll stop it permanently."
      The horror El expected to see in her face was in Samuel's. She was just angry.
      "What are you?"
      "I'm a Specialist. I said that initially. If you don't know what that is, then you have even less business leading these soldiers." He motioned to the ram. "Take her away."
      When she was gone, Vee looked at the tiger who was still looking at the open door. "Is this going to be a problem for you?"
    • By Kindar in Missing Son 0
      The Missing Son 46
            Patrick looked at the clock after checking the id on the last of this group. Twenty minutes before the next bus. He asked Marleen to check the door for a few minutes and headed to Don's office.
            "Hey Don," he said, leaning in the door way. "I need to take next Saturday and Sunday off."
            The panda looked up from his phone. "Again?"
            "I know, but I checked with Malcolm, he'll be happy to cover for me."
            "Again." Don eyed him. "This is starting to become a habit."
            "Come on Don, I've only taken a handful of days off in the five years since I've bounced for you."
            "True, but they have all been in this last year."
            "I'll grant you that, but that doesn't even cover the vacation that technically you'd owe me for five years, if I were officially working here."
            Don chuckled. "Alright, alright. Just tell me you aren't planning on quitting."
            "No, I have no plans of doing that. This is something special, I doubt there'll be another one until next year."
            "Alright. So you'll just be in on Friday?"
            "Yeah, and I need you to do me a favor. If my mom happens to call, tell her I'm working, but I'm not around."
            "Why would she call me? You have a phone."
            "It's going to be silenced."
            Don frowned. "Okay, what's going on?"
            "Just do that for me, please? And if she asks, confirm you need me to work late."
            Don leaned back, his eyes on Patrick. "Wait, a special night? Are you getting laid?"
            "Err, why would you think that?"
            "Oh my God, you are." The panda grinned. "Why don't you want your mom to know? She doesn't approve of her?"
            "Him," Patrick said, just stopping himself from saying 'them'. The look of surprise Don gave him made Patrick pause. "Didn't you know?"
            "That you're gay? No, why would I know?"
            "Jen and the others do."
            "Really? none of them said anything to me."
            "And you're okay with it?"
            The panda rolled his eyes. "Of course, I'm okay with it. What business of mine is it who you sleep with. I take it your mother isn't though."
            "She doesn't know. So, will you cover for me with her?"
            "Of course."
            "Thanks Don, you're the best."
            "Don't you forget it."
            Patrick went back to his stool for before another group entered. The bus was early.
            * * * * *
            "Joey's Junk, Joey speaking."
            "Joey, Patrick." He was on his way to Mister Hilary's house, to pour his concrete sidewalk.
            "Hey Patrick. If you're calling to see if I need you, I'm afraid I don't. Things have been really quiet recently."
            "It's okay, that's not why I'm calling. I need a favor. It's possible my mom will call you next Saturday or Sunday. If she does, I need you to tell her I'm somewhere in the yard and can't take her call."
            "Have the two of you fought again?"
            "Okay, are you in some sort of trouble?"
            "No, no, nothing like that. I just don't want her worrying."
            "You have me worrying now."
            "I told you. I'm not in trouble. I'm also not doing anything that's going to get me in trouble. I'm going to be seeing someone." Joey deserved to know at least that.
            "Well you lucky cat. Why didn't you lead with that? Of course, I'll cover for you."
            "Thanks Joey. I owe you one."
            "Don't worry about it."
            This took care of his absence for the weekend. He didn't expect to need it, since his mother had mentioned she would work at the diner, but if for some reason she didn't, he didn't have to worry.
            Now all he had to do was keep his excitement in check until then.
            * * * * *
            It was one in the afternoon and Patrick was pacing in front of the bar. Sure, his father could pick him up at home, but all it would take was Misses Polyan from two house down seeing him and she'd call his mother to report it. Since she thought he was going to work, she would question why his father was picking him up.
            He checked the time, ten more minutes. He changed the pack to his other shoulder. It had some toiletries and a change of clothing.
            The car stopped at the curb and his father smiled at him through the passenger window. "You ready son?"
            "You bet dad." He got in and his father reached over to cup his face. Patrick almost stopped him, worried about the neighbors seeing and calling his mother, then remembered he was nowhere near his house and leaned in so they could kiss.
            When they separated Patrick was sporting an erection. He leaned back in the seat, grinning. "It's a really good thing we're not in my neighborhood. If my mom ever got wind of this kiss, she'd skin me alive."
            His father looked at him, the smile disappearing. "You do realize you're going to have to tell her, right? Not about us, obviously, but that your gay."
            "I know. It just isn't the right time yet."
            His father shook his head and started the car. "It's never going to be. If that's what you're waiting for, you'll always come up with a reason why now isn't it."
            Patrick sighed. "I know. It's just that things are finally going well for her. I don't want to ruin things."
            "If she ends up feeling like you being gay ruined her life, I won't think much of her."
            "What do you think of her now?"
            "I think she's a decent person. She did the best she could in a not so good situation. She raised you to be a good guy, which can't be easy in this part of town."
            "She also raised me to think being gay was a sin."
            "Like I kept telling Damian, no one's perfect. She's making an effort to see me and Danny was normal guys. I don't know if we'll ever be friends, but I don't dislike her."
            Patrick nodded. "I do wish she could be friends with all of you, but then she'd almost certainly figure out your lifestyle, our lifestyle. that wouldn't go over very well."
            They drove in silence for a time, going through multiple neighborhood of varying economic class. They were in what Patrick thought was an old commercial district when the car turned into an empty lot between two buildings.
            "You ever had sex on the hood of a car?" Donald asked as he brought it to a stop.
            Patrick chuckled. "Of course not. I only had sex for the first time a week ago."
            "A lot can happen in a week." He got out of the car.
            Patrick got out too and looked around. On one side was a four-story building with boarded up windows. The brown brick was falling apart. On the other the building was two-story, and the gray cement wall was featureless.
            The other end of the lot showed a quiet street, but by the pieces of broken masonry on the walls on each side Patrick thought there might have been a building there at one time. Now it was paved and served as parking, although right now their car was the only here.
            "What are we doing here dad?"
            His father grabbed his hand and pulled him close. "I'm going to fuck you on the hood of the car."
            "what, here? what if someone comes by?"
            Donald grinned. "No one ever comes here."
            "How do you know?"
            "You're not the first guy I've fucked here." his father paused. "You're not the first of my sons."
            Patrick chuckled. That didn't surprise him. While he hadn't seen his family have sex together, the thought of it felt more normal, now that he had had sex with both his fathers.
            "I thought Alex was the one with a thing for public sex."
            "It isn't because it's his eccentricity, that I don't enjoy it too with the right guy."
            "Oh? and I'm the right guy?"
            "Most certainly." His father kissed him and pushed him back until Patrick was sitting on the hood of the car. It was barely warm, which surprised him for some reason. He'd have to ask Adam about....
            His chain of thought derailed when he felt his father undo his pants.
            "Dad, are you sure? we're in public. what if...? Oh Fuck."
            His father's hand was in his pants, stroking him. "Who cares? If someone stumbles on us, they can enjoy the show." He pulled down Patrick's pants and underwear and the light breeze of his hard cock made him shiver for a moment.
            "We could be arrested," Patrick panted.
            "I'll just pay off the cops."
            Is this what being rich did to people? he wondered. They felt they could do anything? anywhere?
            This was so fucking wrong.
            So why wasn't he saying no already?
            His father bit his neck and Patrick moaned. He kicked off his shoes and wriggled a leg out of his pants. "Fuck me dad."
            His father pushed him on his back before taking out his cock. All of a sudden, he had a small bottle of lube in his hand and he was pouring it on his cock.
            Where did they keep coming from? Who cares, was the only response he could come up at the moment. He couldn't believe they were about to do this.
            His father entered him slowly, and Patrick groaned. God, he thought, I can't believe you'd ever say something which feel so good could be wrong. His father paused halfway in, and Patrick wouldn't have any of that. he wrapped his legs around him and pulled him completely in. They both gasps.
            Patrick looked up at the blue sky, already seeing some of the lightning. "Fuck dad. If we get caught, I am so killing you." He caught his breath. "Now fuck me."
            His father smiled and proceeded to pound his ass. Patrick tried to be quiet, but his father's cock was moving in and out of him so fucking hard and fast. He couldn't stop himself from moaning and grunting. The fucking he'd received at the house were nothing compared to this. Their moans and gaps reverberated on the walls.
            His father wrapped a hand around his cock and Patrick spoke God's name in vain. He'd ask forgiveness later. He wrapped his arms around his father's neck and pulled him close, but instead of kissing him he brought his muzzle to his ear.
            "You son of a bitch," Patrick moaned. This felt so fucking wonderful. "You fucking son of a bitch. this isn't fair." He shuddered and the lighting fought him for control. "Oh God. Oh fuck. harder dad, harder!" This felt so fucking good. He didn't care about getting caught anymore. Right now, all he wanted was to feel like this forever.
            The lightning clashed with his will. Oh God, why had he told him to go faster, this was getting to much. Pleasure shook his body.
            Oh, right, that was why.
            To avoid screaming he clamped down on his father's shoulder. The lightning exploded, but this time he didn't completely blackout. He could see lightning bolts dancing around them. His body felt like it was electrified, and it felt good.
            He didn't know how long that lasted, but somewhere during the lightning show he felt his father shudder over him, his cock pulsating inside him, then all he cared about was the pleasure he felt.
            And then the lightning was gone.
            He and his father were panting. His shirt had strings of cum on it. He felt amazing and his father was looking down at him, a silly grin on his face.
            "What?" Patrick asked.
            "If anyone catches us, it's your fault. That roar is still ringing in my ears."
            He'd roared? He had no recollection of letting go of his father's shoulder. He blushed. "I'm sorry, I tried not to." the rawness of his voice confirmed he'd roared.
            "It's okay. This place is deserted for blocks around, except for the squatters, and I figure that with the life they live, they deserve a good show. I don't quite have Alex's tolerance level when it comes to risk of discovery." He gazed in his eyes. "Fuck you're beautiful, you know that?"
            Patrick blushed some more. he knew he was decent enough looking, but to hear his father say it, while his cock was still buried deep inside you, gave it a lot more meaning.
            They kissed, slowly, tenderly, lovingly. Fuck, he loved his father.
            They kept looking at each other for a moment after the kiss ended. "Aren't the others going to wonder what's keeping us?" Patrick asked.
            His father chuckled. "I wouldn't worry about that. They'll figure we stopped somewhere to fuck." He gently pulled out. "Don't move." He licked Patrick's stomach and chest clean. He then threaded his leg back in his underwear and pants, and pulled them up.
            "We're going to have to talk you out of wearing underwear. They're a waste of time."
            Patrick's ears moved forward. "You expect me to freeball?"
            Donald nodded. "I think you should." He buttoned up Patrick's jeans, then pulled him up to reach behind him and button the tail strap.
            "Don't hold your breath dad. I'm not putting my junk in danger of catching in a zipper." He stretched and watched his dad tuck himself away and zip his jeans close. He couldn't believe he felt better than before he'd had his brains fucked out.
            His father shrugged. "It's never happened to anyone in the family." He headed for the driver's side.
            Patrick put a hand on the handle and looked at his father over the car. "That's because your whole family's got super powers, you know that, right? No one normal can do what you guys can."
            His father smiled at him. "You're forgetting a small detail."
            "Yeah? What?"
            "You're part of that same family." He got in the car.
            Right, he had forgotten that. "I don't care, I'm not freeballing it." he got in the car.
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