Sanders got dressed and was about to leave the bedroom when suddenly Madeline entered the room. The woman looked around with a sleepy, hazy look, then approached the bed.
"I'm totally drained and need to rest, sit with the children." Madeline said briefly, after which the woman fell on the bed on her stomach with one movement, and after a few seconds, Mark heard his wife's snoring.
"She must be REALLY tired." Mark thought. The man scratched his head a little, for a few more seconds looking at his wife's spreading legs, putting on the side tail, and her bare buttocks, thinking about what was waiting for him in the evening... After which the man covered carefree snoring Madeline with a blanket and went out into the living room.

"...Oh crap." The man thought as he entered the room.
His youngest daughter was sitting in a cradle, and a year older one sits near her, and holding the cradle with her palm she reached out to her with her little hand and smiled happily stroking her little sister's head.
His little son Michael could already walk, so the boy was now actively moving around the room, curiously looking around.

The two older children laughed happily watching as their year younger sister swung on the curtain, firmly holding the fabric with her little fingernails.
"Oh crap..." The man thought and sighed. The older children quickly ran and hid when they saw their dad, leaving their sister still hanging on the curtain.
"I'm not surprised that Madeline is so tired of you'r all..." Mark sighed, grabbing her clothes from behind and lifting the "victim of amateur curtain climbing" into the air with one hand in one movement, and looked sternly at his daughter.
The girl looked intently at her dad, pressing her ears to her head.
"What did I tell you about the curtains?" Mark asked.
"Didn't I tell you not to climb on the curtains? Or not?" The man asked looking sternly at his daughter, and the girl just nodded her head positively.
"Well, okay this time - and now get out of there..." Mark said placing the child on the floor, after which his daughter quickly ran out of the room with a flick of the black tip of her tail.

"Now let's take care of you'r company..." Mark sighed, taking a bottle of baby food from the table and approaching the cradle from which his two youngest daughters were looking at him, after which the man put a nipple in the mouth of one of the girls, and holding the bottle, he began feeding their younger children.

"Wha??? Incredible! And he's a really good at it..." Madeline thought in surprise, as she after a good sleep entered the living room.
Mark was sitting in a big chair in front of the television, watching some nature program, and gathered a crowd of his older children on his lap, while the younger ones gathered in a small furpile in a cradle and slept peacefully.


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Please note that my story is in the process of being written, and most of these small fragments that I published are not in chronological order.
(Chronology always was a real pain for me.) So when I finish my plans I will try to put everything in order. If I can...

The story and all characters belong to me  Marksan
The wonderful drawings and most of character desighn are kindly made for me by  sethtriggs For which I am very grateful for his help in portraying all this - because without his vision and pictures I would never have been able to tell this story. He really did a lot for me.
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