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Cody placed the final piece in place: a small party hat on the table, before he admited his handiwork. Everything was set up exactly the way he imagined it. He looked up and around at the various hand-made and store-bought banners that were posted up all over the walls, and looked back down at the hand-made cake he'd prepared himself. With help, of course.

"Looks like I'm all ready." He turned towards the kitchen with a happy sigh. He was holding a phone up to his ear, speaking to another person on the other end of the call. The other person giggled, unable to contain their own excitement.

"I'm so jealous! I wish my Dad had a birthday every day." The other replied. It was a Hyena, approximately 12 years old, and Cody's best friend. The two talked to each other over the phone a great deal when they were out of school.

"I guess I've got to make the most of it then. You want the details in the morning?" Cody lewdly asked him with a big, goofy grin on his face, and he heard a squeal of delight from the other end of the line.

"Yes! Yes yes! Oooh, it's gonna be so hot! Your dad is so..." The Hyena let out a sigh of pure bliss, flopping back onto his own little bed. "So lucky. My Dad's not home until 9..."

"You could just play with yourself or something until he gets back. Doesn't your Dad love you a little pent up?" Cody suggested, smiling to himself.

"Yeah, yeah...I guess so," There was another squeal as the Hyena thought about the fun Cody would be getting up to. "Damnit! You better have good details."

Cody rolled his eyes as he heard his best friend groaning in pure boredom on the other end of the line, and he chuckled to himself. Cody and his friend were...well, they loved their Father's a great deal, that much could be said.

"Okay, okay. I gotta run, he's pulling up." Cody murmured, peeking through the curtains to see his Father's car parking in the driveway.

"Take pictures! Please, take pi-" Cody hung up before his friend could get too excited. That Hyena would be a little invasive sometimes, but he was right: Cody should be excited. And he was, very much. His stomach did a flip as he rushed to turn off the lights and get into position.

The Father, Trent, let out a sigh as he pulled up the car into the driveway, killing the engine to his rusted, run-down Honda Civic. The Tiger rolled his head and sighed in pure exhaustion, planting his forehead on the steering wheel.

Trent was in his early thirsties, a single father, and an office worker. Attempting to juggle his life between horrible office hours, his son's education and wellbeing, and his own personal needs was a difficult thing to do. His wife had left him long ago with his son his custody, and it had taken a toll on him. Most days, he was often too exhausted to even give his son the attention he truly deserved.

It was 6pm now. Trent had had to work late at the office and it meant his son would, more than likely, be in the house making himself something to eat. Normally, the Tiger Father would cook his son a meal, but they had made an arrangement that his son, Coby, would make his own food if he was late coming home.

Slowly, the Tiger heaved himself out of his car and slammed the door, pressing the fob key on his keyring to lock it remotely. He held his briefcase in one hand, and the keys in the other as he trudged his way to the door. He was exhausted, and hoped he'd have the energy to at least give his son some attention today before it was over.

He stepped into a dark house, and was momentarily puzzled. Normally, the lights were on. There was the brief possiblity that his 13 year old son had gone to bed already, but he doubted it: Cody was a good boy, but every teenager loved to stay up late. He slowly set his briefcase by the door and reached to his right to flick on the lights.

"Surprise!" Someone screamed at him and he almost had a heart attack. He stared at the new illuminated room, in shock. The entirety of his living room was covered top to bottom in party decorations. Banners plastered the walls with the words 'Happy Birthday' scrawled upon them. Some were hand-made, but others were clearly store bought. There were balloons piled high all over the cieling and a shower of confetti soon shot in his direction from his son pulling a party popper. The bang still rung in his ears.

It was obvious now: it was Trent's birthday. He was turning 32, and was definitely not getting any younger. What surprised him, however, was that Cody had planned the entire thing. The younger Tiger stood in the center of the living room, next to the coffee table. Trent's eyes flicked from his son to the glass surface and spotted a large, circular cake sitting there, waiting for him. Cody quickly bent over the light the candles.

This had Cody written all over it. He was the best son anyone could ever ask for: he was a lovely, lovely boy, willing to do anything for his Father. Even after the divorce, his son was loyal to him, and only him. The entire situation had brung them closer, and they were almost inseperable at this point. The little 13 year old was wearing his school uniform still, and Trent would have normally chastised him for it, but he didn't mind, on this occasion.

"...Colour me surprised." Trent mused in a rich, deep voice, stepping towards his son. Cody flung at him, wrapping his arms around his Father's waist as the candles burned happily atop the cake.

"Happy Birthday, Daddy!" He cried out, pressing his nose against his Father's shirted stomach. The one, single word made Trent's heart melt and his stomach flip everytime he heard it, even now. He put his arms around his body and planting a kiss on his forehead.

"Let's blow out these candles, before the wax gets on the icing." Trent suggested, quickly making his way to the coffee table. He opened his mouth and was about to blow, and Cody put a hand over it.

"Wait!" The boy said with a worried, yet excited expression. "Did you make your wish?"

"I've already got my wish, Cody." Trent tugged his son in by the waist and kissed his cheek again, before quickly blowing out the candles. The sickly smell wafted through the air and the two of them sighed. It was a nice smell.

Then, Cody snapped back to reality, and scooped up a plate. At first, the Tiger hadn't seen it, but then he realised what it was: Cody had cooked him a meal. It wasn't much, clearly, and the cub had picked out all manner of things from the fridge. Trent stared down at his birthday meal of turkey pieces shapes like dinosaurs, squares of ravioli, and a random assortment of vegatables.

"...This is beautiful. Thank you, Cody." Trent put on the biggest smile he could muster as he shifted to take a seat on the couch. He was generally chuffed, and his heart soared, but he was tired, which made it hard to put much enthusiasm into his work. Cody seemed to understand and looked utterly pleased that his father was happy. Trent quickly dug into the food, surprised that it was still warm: it must have been made fresh mere moments ago.

"This is...actually pretty good. Are you sure you don't want to be a cook when you're older?" Trent teased, his mouth full of Ravioli, and Cody's face flushed with embarrassment. Then, the cub realised something, and turned around to pick up a clumsily wrapped gift, pushing it against his Father's chest. Trent shook his head and chuckled, setting the food on the table as he grabbed the parcel. Most of the dinner was already eaten, and it was surprisingly very filling.

"Let's see..." The father tore open the wrapping paper and stared down at the present in his hands. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips when he realised it was a video game. He wasn't much of a gamer, though he noticed it was multiplayer.

"More of a present for you, isn't it?" The words came out of his mouth before he could stop himself, and he felt his son shrink away from him, as if he'd done a bad thing. The Tiger glanced down to his son and watched the cubs lower lip wobble. Trent scoffed, tugging his son in by the hip again.

"I'm joking. I love it. I love you." He urged, leaning his head down and planting a kiss on his head again. He felt the cub melt beneath him and sink against his body again, and Trent sighed, leaning back and resting against the plush fabric of the couch. Cody shifted and clambered up onto his Father's lap, pressing into his chest. His hands curled around his Dad's shirt and he planted a kiss on the adult Tiger's lips.

At this point, Trent wasn't surprised. Since the boy was 9, the two had been...intimate. It had started out innocently enough: the two of them often showered together when they had a small apartment and Trent wasn't making enough for the two of them. When that happened, Cody was often curious about his Father's cock and would often touch and feel the foreskinned dick. Trent had never stopped him from being curious, but one day it had gotten too far. They had toyed with each other extensively until both of them had orgasmed. At the time, Trent was incredibly guilty, and even distant for a while, until it happened again, and again, and again. Before he knew what was happening, he was in a sexual relationship with his son.

But Cody never seemed to dislike it. In fact, the cub embraced his Father's love, both emotionally and sexually, and their relationship as Father and Son had grown stronger for it. They had bonded better when they were gyrating against each other more than when they were making cookies together. Though, Trent remained under the impression that their love was strictly private: he had no idea that Cody had a friend who did the same thing to his own Father, who was a much older and well-endowed Stallion. Cody spoke with his friend, the Hyena, extensively about his lewd antics with his Father, and the other did the same, without either Fathers knowing what they were discussing. They simply thought it was a harmless relationship.

Cody's trembling hands gripped Trent's chest as the cub's little mouth kissed, again and again, on hsi Father's lips. Eventually, Trent opened his mouth and their tongues pressed together. He heard Cody whimper, and the older feline wrapped his strong, firm hands around his son's slender waist. A small groan escaped his throat.

"I'm a little tired, Cody." He admitted, parting their kiss as his mouth descended on that young, supple neck. "But I think I can make time for this."

His hands sunk down around his Son's ass and he hooked his thumbs into the waistline of his trousers. He rolled the two of them, moving around on the couch until they were laying horizontally across it, with his young son laying flat on his back against the cushions. Cody knew what he was doing, arching his back so that Trent would pull down his trousers enough to get to the hidden secrets below.

Cody wasn't born like a normal boy. In fact, he was born intersex: the doctor's had explained it in a way that most understood. He had been born a boy, but in development, his sexual organs hadn't changed. He was a woman down below, with a perfectly functional vagina, though they were unsure if Cody could ever bear children. Perhaps it was the alluring idea of fucking his Son's pussy that made him desire him so much.

Trent's hand desended, and his fingers traced over his son's damp entrance. Cody was particularly wet already, and the Feline cub quivered against his Father's gentle touch.

"D-Daddy..." The Tiger whimpered, and Trent lowered his head, planting a kiss upon him again. His son reciprocated the kiss a little too eagerly, his tongue launching itself clumsily into his Father's mouth. Trent didn't seem to mind, and even enjoyed it as his fingers needing his Son's puffy flesh.

Cody writhed and squirmed beneath him until Trent realised his son couldn't take it anymore. He let him have it: his fingers pushed and finally sunk into his Son's soft, supple entrance, and he felt the inner walls of Cody's pussy spasming and clenching around his finger.

"...You're really pent up today." Trent remarked, leaning his head back to inspect his son's flustered expression. Cody shamefully nodded as his hands curled themselves tightly into his Father's white shirt, before slinking up to sink themselves into the puffy fluff on the back of the adult's neck. Trent wasn't about to make him suffer, and he slowly slid his finger back and forth, fingering the 13 year old pussy. He'd already taken Cody's virginity long ago, so this was rather easy. His son was used to his dick by now, so fingering was a breeze.

He could tell Cody wasn't fully satisfied yet, so he ramped up his game. His mouth descended dominantly onto his Son's neck again as he replaced his single finger with a pair of them, cramming two fingers into Cody's needy mound. He sunk them slowly inside and felt the muscles squeeze as a whimper escaped from his Son's throat. That's what he'd wanted to hear.

"Daddy...please, don't stop." Cody begged, his toes curling from the sheer pleasure of it all. Kids were a lot more sensitive to his kind of thing than adults, but Trent liked to see his son squirm against his kissing. He licked along the flesh on his son's neck and even nibbled and bit a little, hearing Cody's high-pitched, effeminate moans as the adult's sharp teeth pressed against his skin. His fingers worked themselves in and out, slowly, deliberately teasing.

He curled his fingers as he withdrew, and straightened them out as he plunged them deeper. Fingering his son had become a fine art: 4 years of pure sexual gratification had lead him to explore new things, until he was a complete master at making his Son moan underneath him. He pressed his fingers in, knuckle-deep, and felt Cody arch his back. He lightly wiggled his finger, and Cody whined out in pure ecstasy. Trent had hit the sweet spot.

"D-Daddy...!" Cody squealed out, his legs kicking and writhing as his pussy clamped down, gripping like a vice. He knew his son hadn't orgasmed yet, but he could tell he was frustrated and wanted him to stop teasing.

"I know, I know. I just love seeing you squirm." Trent chuckled, raising his head up to plant a kiss on his Son's lips. He slowly moved down that lithe, underage body, his lips pressing and kissing at his went. He heard Cody giggle and squirm when he kissed along his chest and nipples, and felt his stomach concave when the adult's lips pressed against the lower pelvis. In a matter of moments, he was face to face with his Son's puffy, aroused entrance. He wasn't going to make him suffer anymore.

He pressed his mouth forwards and his wide lips enclosed around the 13 year old's pussy. Cody leant up and pressed his small hands against his Father's head, stroking through his fur and ears as Trent went to down on his nether regions. His tongue darted out and licked firmly up and along the entrance, pressing and suckling, before he started to push a tongue inside. He heard Cody groan above him, and he reached his hands up to stroke his Son's boyish hips as he pressed his tongue as deep as he could go, tasting his insides.

"Daddy..." It was as if Cody knew no other word when they were having sex, but it only made Trent harder everytime he heard hit. His tongue massaged the inside of his Son's pussy adn pulled back, licking up and down. He kneaded his teeth against the flesh, careful not to break the skin, and the cub writhed against him, panting harsher and harsher.

"I feel...it's coming...!" Cody panted out, knowing his first of many orgasms was fast approaching. His instincts kicked in, and his little hips humped up against the Tiger's mouth, his whines growing more and more intense. Eventually, it was too much, and he flopped backwards, tensing up. Trent didn't tease him any longer, suckling and licking as fast and as hard as he can.

He felt his Son arch his back and heard the groan of sheer bliss escaped his throat. Trent growled, low and deep, and he felt the entrance spasming against his tongue, feeling a sudden wave of fluids against his mouth. He gulped them down and continued to lick and press, taking all that he could and drawing out his son's orgasm as long as possible.

But, as quickly as it had come, it faded again, and Cody was left a panting, almost drooling mess on the couch, his chest heaving up and down. Trent slowly raised his head, wiping his mouth as he towered over his son, a micheivous twinkle in his eye.

"Don't get comfy: we're not done yet." Trent assured him, and he watched his Son's lewd grin as his large hands trailed down, unbuttoning his own jeans. The adult swiftly removed his pants, and the tenting in his boxers made it obvious how turned on he was.

"Maybe you should open the other present, then." Cody giggled, rolling to reach over and grab a smaller package that lay on the table. He held it up, and Trent too it, allowing his Son to gawk at his tenting cock as he unwrappeed the small gift.

He chortled, and a smile spread across his face as he held up his birthday present: a single condom, still in it's wrapper.

"Cute, Cody," He snorted, and tossed the condom aside. "But we wont need it this time."

For a moment, his Son faltered and a look of worry spread across his face. Trent knew he was scared about getting pregnant.

"Trust me. I'm your Dad, right?" Hs assured his son, who's worried expression smoothed over into something much more pleasant. The cub nodded, and Trent grinned, slowly pulled his boxers down as his watched his Son's lingering, hungry gaze.

His thick, humanoid member swung into the open and twitched powerfully in Cody's line of sight. The tip oozed with pre-cum and the entire length, spanning 7 inches or more, was hungry for one thing in particular.

Trent reached down, scooping his hand underneath the cub's ass and lifting it up, sliding a cushion underneath him, so he'd be at the right height. Then, the adult leant over him, pressing himself further and further down until the head of his cock smeared against his Son's pre-teen vagina, threatening to penetrate at any second.

"I trust you, Daddy." Cody murmured quietly, the heat and tension getting to him. His breathing came out in short, hot pants, as if he were waiting for the inevitable. Trent paused for a moment and smirked, before he began to sink himself in. The head of his cock popped firmly into the warm pussy and he stuffed himself in, inch by inch. He could already feel the wet inner walls squeezing around his cock, and the pre-cum all along his tip made the entrace easier.

"That's it...just relax, Cody." Trent muttered, pressing himself in until he was fully buried, balls-deep, into his Son's tight mound. "Just moan for Daddy."

Cody did as he was told, letting out small groans of pleasure. The cub closed his eyes and just relished the sensations as the large adult slowly pulled back and began a steady rhythm of thrusting, starting off slow before picking up the pace. He pumped himself in and out of the tight hole, his cock pulsing and twitching with each thrust. The little cub let out small gasps of pleasure each time the cock sunk itself as deep as it could go.

"Daddy..." The cub whined out, his hands reaching up, desperate for his Father's touch. Trent's heart melted and he lowered his body body, pressing himself tightly against the boy as he gyrated his hips, pressing his balls up against his Son's body. The cub wrapped his arms around his Father's neck and trembled beneath him, completely overwhelmed with pleasure and bliss. He got like this almost every time they had sex, and it was incredibly hot to Trent: feeling his son quiver beneath him and the spasming clenches of the fine pussy around his dick made it all the more worthwhile.

"Damnit, Cody, I'm already so close..." Trent growled, somehow finding the energy to thrust faster and faster, despite being so tired. His cock sliding in and out of the entrance, filling the air with the hot, wet, sticky sounds of their sex amidst his Son's moaning and his own pleasurable growls.

"I'm..." Trent snarled out, and before he could stop, he was orgasming. His body tensed and he plunged himself deep into his Son's mound, pressing his balls firmly up against the Tiger cub's flesh. His cock pulsed and shot thick ropes of sticky seed into his Son's insides. He pumped load after load as groans escaped his mouth, and his son stroked his own belly, effeminately groaning from the warmth that eminated throughout his body.

Trent panted harshly, his chest heaving in and out as he looked down at his flustered Son. A smile tugged at the adult's lips, and Cody shot him a big, goofy grin in response.

"We didn't even have cake yet." Cody pointed out, looking over to the crudely decorated confectionery. Trent hadn't even noticed that Cody had piped the words 'Happy Birthday Daddy' onto it by himself.

"You really want all out, huh?" Trent mused as he withdrew his cock from his Son's pussy, peeking down briefly to watch the cum leak from his hole. He hadn't seen that in a long time. He leant down, scooping up his son and carrying him across the room.

"We'll have cake later, cuddy." Trent assured him as they wandered into the bedroom, and he put the Tiger cub down, getting into the bed himself. They laid there in the darkness and Trent put his hand on Coby's chest.

"I love you." He murmured quietly, and Cody let out a soft whine, shuffling closer to snuggle into his chest.

"I love you too, Daddy." The cub replied quietly, and the two of them embraced. Sleep soon took them as they snuggled together in each other's arms, as one.