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Sometimes dressing up just felt good, even if there weren’t many people around to actually see it. Cherno was glad Mahiri agreed. Maybe long stockings and short skirts weren’t exactly the most practical of choices for a father’s day trip to the cabin, but that didn’t mean they were [i]unnecessary[/i]. Mahiri swished his spotty tail all around as he spun in a circle to make sure Cherno could get a good look at his girly, skirt-clad self, and then the buck did the same. They shared some giggles, the leopard got to purring, and before they even really knew what they were doing they were down on the nearby couch, smooshing up against one another, smooching deep, toying with each other’s tongues.

Mahiri’s won out thanks to the tingly texture, and he pushed it deep into Cherno’s mouth, stretching out atop the girly deer to playfully pin him as he rumbled ever the harder. The buck blushed blue as he squirmed beneath the leopard. Not because the affection wasn’t welcome. But getting intimate right in the middle of his own dad’s living room, a single closed door away from where that fatherly buck was working, that was being just a [i]little[/i] naughty, wasn’t it? A little father-son getaway made for a good weekend on its own, but doubling up and inviting both Mahiri and his own dad Naveen just made it better. Cherno wasn’t sure what the two older guys were up to in the bedroom.

It kind of sounded like they were building a shelf. Aggressively. Either way, they were probably too distracted to worry about two girly boys making out. Cherno relaxed, and let himself slip into the embrace, squeezing down Mahiri’s back as the leopard lazed atop him. Eventually he got his hands on that fine, spotty butt beneath Mahiri’s lifted skirt. A few good gropes got the kitty mrowling right into his mouth, but Cherno didn’t let that stop him from digging his fingers deep into that ample tush, kneading the kitty like dough, rubbing the rumbles out of the leopard while they rubbed against one another. It was supposed to just be some kissing, but the two of them were tenting their little skirts before long, standing up firm to frot and glide against one another’s dicks, stretching those panties taut. Soon the lacy fabric could barely contain their thickened lust, and they were moaning, thrusting, humping one another. It was like there was just something in the air.

Soon it was obvious what had been fuelling them to go from teasing to eagerly, shamelessly grinding on one another. They were plenty attracted to each other normally, sure, but they didn’t usually move so swiftly, so instinctually. The only thing that could pry them apart at that point was an interruption, and it came fiercely in the form of the bedroom door bursting open, banging against the wall, and revealing the hefty silhouette of a tall, handsome father deer, standing there completely in the nude, coated with a fresh sheen of sweat, and wearing a carnal expression to match just how erect he was. More than just hard, he was [i]swollen[/i], pumped up to a size even bigger than his usual.

His balls hung down extra low, still swinging back and forth for a while even once he’d halted on his hooves. They pulled up and clenched taut, smoothing over their every imperfection as they tightened with his throbs. A steady stream of juices ran down from the tip of his engorged deer dick, only adding extra gleam to that azure spire as it trembled and twitched with urgent need of release. Cherno froze mid-kiss to give a wide-eyed look over at his own dad, naked and horny right there in front of him and Mahiri alike. But it wasn’t anything especially new - he knew what a rutting buck looked like. He could have guessed as much simply by the scent that wafted richly from the open door, packed with pheromones and setting the room ablaze with heat, until it was hard to keep from sweating.

Olen looked plenty like his son, all similar in that attractive blue-and-white colouration, but it was like taking Cherno’s patterns and markings and stretching them over a rugged, burly woodsman of a buck. Olen was bigger, stronger, and so very much thicker, from his broad chest, to his sturdy arms, to his solid thighs. And yet he still had some attractively wide hips like Cherno - that was cheating, really. He was plenty more solid than the seductive feline who emerged next. Naveen didn’t share his son's markings, being more a melanistic panther of a leopard, his hair a stark white, spilling down his slender shoulders. He was more built than Mahiri for certain, sharing a similar curvy shape, but stacking some additional muscle on top of his black, spotted form. Those muscles were taut and bulging with the tension running through his body. He too was bearing a savagely firm shaft, standing up tall with its dark purple hue made lighter by the clinging layer of precum dripping steadily from the tip. Those juices ran smoothly down his cock, accumulating atop his similarly-swollen balls, bringing a refined panther musk to mix with the deer’s more masculine aroma, perfuming the air and clouding the senses of their crossdressing offspring just by standing in the same room as them.

They were struck dumb by the sight and scent alike of two handsome dads posing in the door way, their dicks hard to the point of urgency. The two kissing boys might as well have been made of stone, petrified by the strength of that masculine essence swimming through their senses, setting off all sorts of instincts. They were already hard. But that heavy, engorging [i]need[/i] was spreading. Eventually Cherno broke the silence with a tiny bleat once he felt his own dick pumping steadily against his belly. It was swelling, expanding, getting harder, thicker, [i]wetter[/i] than ever before. Mahiri’s was similar, stiffened to the point he couldn’t stop squirming, showing his teeth a little as he struggled with the straining feeling. Soon those cute, girly panties couldn’t take it. They weren’t designed for a raging hard leopard cock. The sheer firmness snapped the little string, the sudden sound startling the two frozen girlyboys. Only after squirming and wriggling in place for a while did Cherno actually muster up the willpower to actually say something. He looked up and down that handsome older buck, taking in the full details of that naked, studly body, and finally he just sighed out in exasperation.

“Did you two go put [i]each other[/i] into a rut? Can’t you deal with it yourselves?”

Olen just shamelessly grinned.

“Oh yes. We did. But I’m not looking for a cat. I need myself a pretty doe if I’m ever going to come down from this one.”

That blue blush hit Cherno hard, and he found himself biting his lip, glancing at Mahiri.

“Dad, come on, we’re … not in front of …”

Olen wasn’t having his son’s faint objections. He came clopping forth on hooves that sounded heavier than usual, steaming up the living room in the process as his balls bobbed and bounced with his every step. Having him in such close proximity was enough to make Cherno wipe at his forehead with the back of his hand, feeling that heat overtaking him, flustering him further, making it ever so hard to focus on being properly scandalized by the sudden intrusion of the entirely indecent buck.

“No, no, don’t worry about it,” Olen assured. “Nav and I agreed. We could fuck each other all day and all night, and we still wouldn’t be over this rut. It’s a potent one. We need something [i]soft[/i]. Something [i]girly.[/i]”

He leaned in closer, bending down so he could playfully tug Cherno on the ear. Still pinned beneath the horny cat, there wasn’t much the buck could do but bleat about it. Olen went on in a lower voice.

“And we really can’t think of prettier girls than you two right now. Just lookit you both, all snug in your skirts and stockings. Girliest things for miles.”

Flustered or not, Cherno was still coherent enough to stick out his tongue.

“We’re in the middle of nowhere, dad.”

“Yeah, but. Same point. You could bus in a dozen sexy cheerleaders right now and I’d still want to fuck [i]you.[/i]”

There was really no responding to that. Mahiri was still purring the whole time, and he finally spoke up to try to help the embarrassed buck.

“Well, I’d be happy to help too, mister Silva. If that would be -”

He didn’t get a chance to finish. Sometimes, he swore that sneaky panther could teleport. It was like he left an impression where he’d been standing moments ago, making Mahiri think he was still there when in fact he’d swiftly snuck right up behind him. Naveen took the leopard by the hips, and carefully but firmly tugged him from atop the horny deer, instead, pulling him into his lap, letting that fat panther dick plap against Mahiri’s spine. The leopard’s red locks found themselves marked down by a new conditioner in the form of a constant stream of pre, dribbling down, or even splashing out when Nav’s dick gave an especially firm throb, letting the two cats slip into mutual rumbles, deepening and syncing up until they were one harmonious sound, stronger than ever.

“Ohhh, okay, yeah, I guess you want me then …” Mahiri quietly murmured.

“Mhm.”

“I, um …” Now it was Mahiri’s turn to have his cheeks blaze. More than they were already. It wasn’t for the heat, though that wasn’t helping. He met Cherno’s eyes for a moment, then glanced back at the fatherly panther grinding at him. “So, I don’t mind if you don’t mind. This isn’t exactly … new to me. As a thing we do.”

That was enough to deflate just a little of Cherno’s embarrassed tension. “Yeah … yeah, kinda same. Sometimes.”

Olen just scoffed at that. “Only sometimes?”

“Daaaaaad …” came Cherno’s muted protest, barely audible.

“Don’t you dad me. You’re hot for your old man and you know it. Here. I’ll remind you.”

There was nothing Cherno could do. Well, nothing he felt like doing. Maybe he could have wriggled out of the way or dodge the big musky buck’s balls coming down on his face, but he stayed right where he was and passively accepted that firm, heavy smother. Immersed in that rutting essence, he couldn’t help but breathe more deeply, sucking it down, sniffing the heat right off his dad’s nuts, drinking it in, letting it swim through his mind until he was nearly going feral. Gone were the thoughts of embarrassment, the worry of what Mahiri might think seeing him indulge like that. He felt like a doe in heat, trotting through the woods, looking for the perfect breeder buck to take care of his instinctual needs. So of course he was going to slurp and slobber all over those swollen balls, cleaning the accumulated flavour from their fluffy surface, drinking it straight down until he was drooling with every sloppy stroke of his tongue, pressing in to the crevice between those titanically heavy nuts, cleaning off that masculine warmth and flavour, breathing nothing else. He might have stayed down there until he passed out if Olen didn’t relent for a few moments now and then, giving the eager young deer a chance to gasp and pant a while before diving back in, getting teabagged by the big old stud while his close friend watched on.

While he could, anyway. Naveen didn’t let Mahiri enjoy the show for much longer, before taking the spotty cat by the shoulders and whirling him around so they could face one another, kneeling on the couch together. Mahiri pressed his shaft up against the panther’s own, marvelling at just how much smaller his was. That old panther’s dick was big enough normally, but that feral rut had given it more length, more girth, swelling it out to a spectacular size. Every vein-bulging pulse was tempting enough, but the mess that those taut flexes milked out from Naveen’s overhard shaft made for such a sight, such a sound, such a [i]scent[/i]. Mahiri had to indulge. He couldn’t hold himself, back, pushing his face right up against the source of that heat. Like Cherno, he couldn’t stop once he got started. A few quick slathers of his tingly tongue was all the needed to get completely hooked on his father’s flavour, indulging in the forbidden delight without anything resembling restraint or hesitation. Lapping, dragging, massaging, worshipping, he worked the tip of that cock with his tongue as if to completely clean if of precum, holding it all down in his belly while he hungrily went for more.

Cherno could feel himself fading, at least a little. It was difficult to think when he was smothered beneath a pair of balls near the size of his head. He’d seen Olen horny, even rutting before, but this one was special. This one was even more potent than the usual. Maybe it was the panther’s presence that inspired him to such excess. It was hard to think too hard about that. Mental blocks formed in the young buck’s mind, preventing him from considering anything beyond the steady [i]whomp[/i] of deernuts to his face. He didn’t need to worry about any of it. His job was to tilt his head back so that those bouncing balls could wrap snugly around his snout and muzzle, immersing him deeply, pressing his nose firm against the source of the most potent scents. He sucked down musk until he felt like he might float away, his lungs so full he felt it becoming part of him. That heavy aroma clung to his fur, marking him, painting him, and that was before Olen so much as spilled a drop of pre upon his eagerly worshipping son. Cherno was already as good as marked, soaking in sweat, and producing plenty of his own. He was going to smell richly of his dad’s dick by the time they were done, and they were only barely getting started.

Mahiri wanted more. Slipping his lips around that lust-fattened panthercock was no easy task, but instinct drove him to suck that dick no matter how difficult it was. A stretch of his jaw, yawning wide, and he managed to stuff the first inch past his lips, sliding it smoothly over his tongue, carefully glossing along its surface with the points of his teeth. Used right, that just added to the stimulation, letting him delve down deep until he felt Nav’s tip pressing at the back of his throat. A brief, affectionate glance upwards found his green-eyed gazed returned by Naveen’s own, four bright emeralds shining at one another, if not fully seeing. Mahiri’s vision was clouded by lust, by sweat, made hazy by the heat in the air. The white-haired panther looked like a dream from where he knelt. And that just inspired him to stuff his gullet fuller, [i]glurking[/i] down on that plump dick until he was swallowing it, stubbornly refusing to choke or gag, simply inhaling that fat panther cock like the best girl she could be. The steady [i]schlick[/i] of her sucks and gulps rang out through the room, bouncing off the walls of the cozy cabin, drowning out Mahiri’s muffled moaning around that solid meat. The taste alone was reward enough to make him noisy, keeping his own shaft hard and thumping, leaking beneath his tented skirt while he sucked his father off, doing whatever he could to help alleviate the pressure in those smooth, black, bloated balls. But they both knew it was going to take a lot more than a blowjob to soothe an aching rut like that.

The two dads were plenty content to let their sons worship and savour them for a while, but they needed more. And they were happy to share. All it took was a glance. Olen looked back over his shoulder and gave half a wink to Naveen, and that was enough to communicate on their horny wavelength. The big buck dragged the smaller deer from the couch and instead displaced him on his knees, right there on the handmade rug. Cherno flopped along, his limbs barely holding him up, but his cock as hard as ever. Mahiri was next, nudged along until he slipped and slopped his way off the panther’s cock, drooling as Nav urged him to kneel right there with his friend. The two skirt-clad boys waited there, flat on their knees, shivering despite the heat. Neither of them could close their mouths, jaws hanging agape, drool pouring over their lower lips. For a moment, they glanced at each other, taking in the dazed, stupidly horny expressions on their faces. That was enough to make them giggle briefly, but their focus was soon on those titanic dad dicks standing up tall above them as the two rutting beasts took to their paws and hooves, letting that heavy girth tower over their enraptured offspring.

Cherno and Mahiri alike soon found themselves surrounded, or at least boxed in as those heavy-balled studs moved in from both sides. They didn’t hesitate, reaching down and digging fingers into those long locks of blue and red, pressing deep to their sons’ scalps while they smothered from either side. That meant the two girly boys were soon sandwiched between two plump pairs of nuts, their heads pressed against one another’s as they got a double dose of DILF-musk. The top halves of their bodies all but vanished in that heavy embrace, eclipsed by oversized nuts, immersed in the combined fragrance. Cherno found himself fancying the silky smoothness of the panther’s lust, and Mahiri delved deep into Olen’s rugged forest scent, licking the deer dad’s balls while Cherno set to licking his way up along the base of Naveen’s dick. Neither of them could move too much, kneeling down and trapped like that, but they weren't going to let such an opportunity to taste and sample pass them by. Soon they were massaging, kneading, pressing their fingers deep into the sloshing sacks grinding into their faces, letting themselves fall deeper and deeper into the swirling sense of intoxication that came with bathing in that concentrated rut-musk with nothing else to breathe.

Soon the glossy grind of cock against cock got wetter, producing an abundance of slickness and noise, the two older males [i]schlicking[/i] back and forth against each other while their sons remained trapped beneath the both of them. They were just going to have to endure that sloppy frotting, getting showered in the thick juices that pumped steady from those bulging tips. It hardly felt like precum anymore. That viscous mess was potent and copious enough to soak them down to the skin, matting their fur, sticking their hair to the face and shoulders, leaving them further smothered in the hot scent wafting from those two masculine figures. Their breath steamed from their open mouths, their sweat rolled down their face, mingling with the heavy beads rolling off those two fat sacks pressing in on their faces from all sides, completely immersing them in the heavy blanket of pure, concentrated male. It was enough to make Mahiri come close to drifting off, his eyes glazing, his body slumping briefly until Cherno took him by the shoulder and gave him a little shake. Now wasn’t the time for a musk-nap, no matter how drunk he was getting on the overbearing heat and taste flowing through his senses and coating his spotty skin.

From there it was a matter of mutual stroking while Olen and Naveen humped at each other. A solid, two-handed grip on each other’s dicks was all they needed to pump and stroke, thrusting into that circle of fingers wrapped snug around each other’s shafts. Digits went gliding along slick skin, rubbing out even more noise, making even more of a mess, letting it all splat down on the two pinned boys snug between four taut nuts. Neither dad said a word. They were all noises, all grunting and huffing and feral growling or sawing. Maybe the panther’s rising snarls were more intimidating, but Olen could produce some deep, bassy sounds all his own. And the occasional bleat. But even those hardly sounded embarrassing. They weren’t the cute little sounds that Cherno made when he was worked up. They were something stronger, something more befitting of a buck in season, bellowing out like a feral battle cry while those cocks bulged, flexed, and pumped against each other, grinding so hard they smacked their balls together, clapping them around the heads of the two kneeling sons. The repeated spank of sweat-soaked nutsacks to their faces was enough to leave them dazed and dizzy, even lightly battered, but none of it mattered when it meant they could press close and feel every single intimate detail of those amorous studs reaching their peaks, ever so close to being in sync as if their ruts were like an energy they shared between them.

Cherno heard the rumbling in those balls. It wasn’t Mahiri. That was a sound deeper, more imposing than just purring. It sounded like the start of a volcanic eruption, the tremors of rising pressure twitching through those fattened nuts. He pressed even closer, smothering himself from ears to chin in the smooth fluff of Olen’s balls, feeling them pulling up tight, churning, audibly sloshing. He was pretty sure they weren’t supposed to do that, but it hardly mattered. His focus was singularly on the rising tension pounding and thumping through that hot deer dad’s body, feeling his taint flexing, the veins on his dick expanding and firming out as the rush of release surged through his body. Olen’s breathing grew more rapid, pumping out steady clouds of hot steam as he fucked Nav’s grip to climax, letting the cock-bulging load of impossibly, thick, sense-clouding deer spunk spurt straight up and all over the black cat, getting a good shot of panther cum right back for his efforts. And they just kept going.

It was less of a downpour and more of a blazing hot blizzard, for the complete whiteout that followed. Cherno felt himself being buried, drenched to the point of flooded, maybe even partly drowned in the torrent of paste-thick jizz that came splattering down on him once its trajectory reversed. It got some impressive hang time, shooting straight up, raining down over the two rutting males before splashing onto their offspring below. The young buck didn’t so much as get a chance to brace himself before he got smacked in the face by a blanket of pure cum, instantly soaked, feeling as if it had somehow managed to coat every single inch of his body in a single splash. He wore it like a coat, like a new hide, soaking in the feeling of it sinking into him, marking him deeper than a tattoo, making him feel as if he was permanently stained with that older, dominant deer stud’s musk. And the panther’s too of course, pouring down just as thick, ensuring Cherno and Mahiri alike were both utterly doused in fresh-churned cum, pumped out of those tender, over-engorged in-season cocks with stiff, almost violent pumps of their hips, squishing and [i]squelching[/i] all that cream between four fat nuts.

There was hardly any sign of the two girlyboys anymore. They were immersed, encased in a silky coating of cum, looking like they’d been turned to statues for a while, at least until it started dripping from their faces enough for them to gasp to the surface. Cherno sputtered, feeling that mixed cream welling up in his throat. He had no idea how much he’d swallowed in the process of getting covered like that, but his belly felt plenty taut. Mahiri coughed some of it up, shaking his head, whipping about his cum-laden locks to wetly smack against Cherno’s cheeks, flinging heavy globs in all directions. The kitty’s spots were barely visible, whited out by the collective release of those two over-horny dads, leaving their sons heaving, gasping, utterly saturated in the smell of sex. They were still trying to recover their senses after getting totally blanked out by that massive climax, but they were still hard through it all. And so were those two rutting beasts. They hadn’t softened for a second, and even with his blurring vision, a single glance up past those stiff dicks told Cherno that breeding season wasn’t nearly over. That was a warmup, at best.

“Phew. Well that helps a little.” Olen’s sigh barely deflated the hot tension in the room.

“A start, mhm.” Naveen remained steady, slowly swiping a splash of cum from his lips with his tongue. “Do you feel more focused?”

“I know one thing I’m focused on, and that’s how much I need a nice, girly ass wrapped snug around my dick. Get over here, doe boy”

Olen moved first to step things up, reaching down beneath his nuts and seizing Cherno by the antlers. That got a good bleat, leaving Cherno squirming while he got dragged out from beneath those musk-coated pillows. Only when the comparatively fresh air hit his face did he snap out of it, gasping to relative awareness and giving his head a shake. That meant splashing beads of sweat in all directions, some of which were even his. He was drenched in his dad’s scent, feeling it adhering to his tastebuds, wiping out his own sense of shame. He didn’t care if Mahiri saw what he was doing. The leopard was every bit as open about it. Though Cherno still wondered if those two cats had been at it for as [i]long[/i] as he and Olen had. He’d spent much of his adult life being hot for that great big stud of a buck that was his dad, and they’d been fucking all throughout his twenties at this point - something which was implicitly clear by just how well Olen knew how to handle that subby doe of a son. Taking him by the antlers, he pulled Cherno from the couch only to bend him right over one of the arms and lift his skirt high. He let the girly buck plant his palms as his dad tucked three fingers around the curve of his hip. Olen knew where to grab, where to grope, even in the middle of his needy state. Some things were just ingrained, no matter how feral he was getting.

Naveen put those predatory instincts on display, with his soft and curvy son as the target. Mahiri barely managed to stagger to his paws before he found himself getting pounced and pinned by the wall of black cat. His father wasn’t even that much bigger than him, but he seemed so much heavier, so much stronger in those moments. Mahiri hardly knew up from down before he found himself on his face, stretched out across the Silvas’ living room couch, his mewls silenced by the firm bite to his scruff while he pulled those lacy undies to Mahiri’s knees. Then Naveen mounted him like a leopardess, stroking his claws up and down the younger cat’s spine, making Mahiri wriggle and thrust his hips, grinding against the couch cushions. That poor piece of furniture was already soaked in the scent of in-season males, and his cum-coated fur was making even more of a mess of it. But he really had no choice about it, and not just because the panther was being so forceful. Once those fangs met the tender part of his neck, Mahiri’s body went into a deep, instinctual [i]reaction[/i], submitting on the spot, arching his back, raising his rump, flagging his tail, all the while just making himself more enticing with his constant rumbles. If he was going to get treated like his dad’s breeding slut, like his [i]mate[/i], then he was just going to go ahead and act like it.

“Good girl,” Naveen softly spoke into Mahiri’s ear, provoking an intense rush of heat to the leopard’s cheeks.

“Damn right. The softest, the cutest, and [i]alllll[/i] mine,” Olen teased. “Now gimme all those pretty noises you love to make, girlbuck.”

Cherno and Mahiri alike were only inches away from each other’s faces. They could have kissed if they just tipped their heads right, but they were far too busy. Instead, they’d have to settle for making noise at one another, yowling, bleating, as well as simply gasping, groaning, and giving their highest, most feminine moans. Cherno found that such a tone came naturally to him once he was getting his dad’s bigger, fatter deer dick pushed beneath his little tail. He could feel the pulses running through it, and soon they were his own, trembling though his entire body, letting him sync with the throbbing of the big old deer’s heart. He tried not to bleat so much, but it was impossible to stay silent when Olen tugged his hair just in the way he liked, or gave him a teasing little fishhook in the cheek, or spanked his butt while he shoved in deep, spreading him, penetrating him, testing that elasticity and going rough. But he was always careful, always controlled just enough to keep from breaking or otherwise hurting the slim, girly buck beneath him. Even in the middle of a steaming rut, he was coherent enough to keep his most aggressive urges under control. But maybe that was just to ensure Cherno stayed as fuckable as possible.

Going balls-deep in those soft girlyboys was a coordinated act. The solid [i]PLAP[/i] of nuts to butts and balls alike was all the more impactful for syncing up so well, sounding like a heavy spank, leaving those booties wobbling. Mahiri’s had a little more jiggle, but he could move even less than Cherno, kept down on his face and simply left to yowl while he got made his father’s bitch. Or perhaps that was too harsh a word for it. They were rutting cats, yowling, snarling, biting, clawing, but that was just the process of feline mating. Mahiri was girly enough to make that hard fuck resemble an instinctual breeding, his belly lightly bulging with the shape of panther dick stuffing him full. Apologizing in his head, but not out loud, he bit into one of those soft cushions, piercing through the surface while he got his spotty ass fucked hard in smooth, elegant strokes. They were the precise motions of someone who knew exactly how to pleasure a girly male, putting all the pressure right against Mahiri’s sensitive prostate, pressing that tender button over and over, until the leopard’s face was stuck in a frozen snarl, hardly getting any sound out but for the occasional throaty rasp of a purr.

Olen wasn’t quite so specific about fucking Cherno. What he lacked in fancy method and technique he made up for with strength and impact. Cherno swore that the heavy slap of hips and nuts against his butt felt every bit as good as the dark blue dick driving in beneath his tail. One hand stayed primed at the young buck’s hips, pulling back, making sure every thrust hit its mark extra firmly, but Olen’s other hand was free to play around. Toying, teasing, strolling, groping. He eventually settled on pulling back on those cute little antlers, and hard. Maybe they weren’t themselves sensitive, but turning them into handlebars still felt good. Olen wrenched that cute doe’s head back, pulling pointy adornments hard, making Cherno arch his back and bump his backside against every spanking thrust, letting his tongue hang loose, his eyes go crossed, saliva falling from his tongue and those two little deer-fangs, glistening beneath the lights. If Mahiri was getting fucked straight down into the couch, his face buried deep in the middle of bitey, fearsome panther sex, then Cherno was something closer to [i]ascending[/i], his head pointed towards the ceiling, watching the overhead fan swiftly spinning to match his own dizzying sensations of pleasure, his cushy rump getting thumped over and over by his strong, horny father, the heat of his breath pouring down Cherno’s spine as he endured every single second of roughness without so much as a whine or a huff of fuss. He knew what that old man needed when he got like this.

Naveen upped his pace until he was a black-furred blur atop Mahiri’s pretty spots, slapping that soft rump so quickly it sounded like one continuous smack of nuts to butt. He let himself build to a more fearsome growl, sounding like he was sawing through a tree with those rapid in and out [i]rrrrrrs[/i] as he gave his son the same treatment he might a leopardess in heat, pounding that tight hole until Mahiri was almost completely numb with pleasure. The leopard couldn’t even raise his head, pinned down and held taut in that death grip of a bite, left able to breathe but only in shallow gasps, the lack of enough air only making all the tingly feelings all the more intense. Going tight around that cock inside him was the only semblance of control he had left. A tight squeeze was enough to set himself off, settling into those rapid contractions, those taint-tightening flexes that made him bounce his butt up and down, bumping into the panther over and over while he launched into a climax he couldn’t keep down. A chunk of couch came away in his jaws as he bit down hard, lashed his tail against himself, and finally shuddered his way to a juicy peak that involved painting himself with hot leopard cum, so perfectly milked out of him by the steady strokes to his boy button, overstimulating him to the point of overproductive.

Cherno wasn’t far behind. He couldn’t see what the leopard was doing, but he could [i]hear[/i] the mess he was making, those ropes of cat cum spreading out beneath Mahiri, pooling on the couch, sinking into the space between the cushions while he made that rattled piece of furniture squeak with the rolling motions of his hips, moving like he couldn’t even [i]stand[/i] the pleasure of his climax while he soaked himself in the lighter scent of his own cum. It hardly compared to the potent warmth and musk of the mess soaking into the nearby rug, or his own fur, but it was one more scent, one more dose of stimulation to further overwhelm the dulled senses of those two skirt-wearing boys. Just listening to those tiny, weak little mewls was one more nudge to push Cherno closer to the edge, feeling himself going tight, going taut, firming up, his cock thumping up against his belly, tenting that skirt to the point of inside-out. When his cum shot free of him, it came suddenly, giving him very little warning before he was spurting, spraying, hosing himself with his milked-out cream, pouring it on the couch and to the two felines just below him as he indiscriminately painted his surroundings with the force of his sudden, vicious climax.

He could only cry out with a moan that sounded more like a scream, as if he were suddenly plunging into a deep pit, falling from his high place into a wailing orgasm as he let it all out, every bit of tension. But he still had a stiff deer cock buried in his backside, and he knew that was just the start of it all. Olen wrenched back on his antlers hard enough to pull them right off his head, decrowning him with a tug that might have looked violent, but Cherno hardly felt a thing, but for the sudden absence of weight. The big buck didn’t let that sudden shift in momentum throw him off much, tossing that useless trophy aside and lunging, throwing himself forward, slamming in and letting his cock bulge Cherno’s trim belly, his cock giving some wickedly firm pulses that resonated right up to the young deer’s ears. Mahiri got very much the same kind of treatment, the panther announcing his peak with a deep growl, escalating it into an explosion of sound that left Cherno’s ears ringing, He looked down and saw a glimpse of those deadly fangs flashing just inches from his face, but those teeth weren’t pointed at him. Naveen let his hair drape down over his face, framing his snarling visage as his balls went firm and tight, pulling to his body, his tail stiffening and his thrusts turning short and rapid while he finished off beneath his son’s lifted tail right at the very moment Olen’s cock erupted within his own girly offspring.

Cherno felt every single rope shooting into his body, filling him up, swelling his belly. It was like it happened all at once. He was instantly engorged, bloated by the big buck’s fresh cum, feeling bred and gravid, belly getting heavy until he just started overflowing. It sprayed from beneath his tail, but not before he felt it dripping from his lips, even filling his nose, somehow getting him even more saturated in his father’s musk than ever before. He was left to cough and briefly choke, but he held himself together well enough, teetering on his hooves, feeling as if he could just collapse if the big stud let go of him for a second. His body felt like it was slightly broken, not in the painful sense, but simply refusing to function, not responding to his efforts to move, to hold up his head, to breathe normally. All he could do was pant and wheeze a while, his muzzled pointed straight down as he drooled the excess jizz from his open mouth, eyes partly open but hardly registering light. He felt like he was dreaming, drifting on a cloud of ecstasy, swimming through the heated afterglow like paddling through a blazing sea. Or maybe that was just him coming closer than ever to passing out from pleasure alone.

“You okay, Cherno?” Olen’s question might have contained some slight concern, but mostly he was teasing. He gave the younger deer a little shake to make sure he was conscious.

“I don’t know.”

“Ahh, you’ll be fine. Just walk it off.”

“I don’t think I can walk.”

“Pff. You don’t hear Mahiri complaining.”

“Nnnnngh,” groaned Mahiri. Naveen patted him on the head.

“Now now,” came the panther’s soft words. “You can rest in a bit. I think it’s our host’s turn with you. Show him just how [i]fuckable[/i] you really are.”

Of course those studs weren’t done with them. Cherno braced himself, briefly whining in a way he [i]swore[/i] wasn’t another bleat when his dad pulled out of him with a long, slow [i]schlop[/i], leaving him feeling so empty, so devoid of dick, gaping open and feeling like he needed someone to fill that void. Maybe Olen was just repositioning for another round. Cherno was ready. He stayed where he was, all bent over, tail raised, wiggling those hips just a little. Those motions came unconsciously, for the most part. His body and his instincts knew what to do when presenting himself before a mature, virile male like Olen. But it wasn’t to be. The big buck didn’t claim his son all over again, instead giving him a shove on the booty and sending the antlerless deer toppling over the arm of the couch to join with the cats in the sweaty, messy pile as cum ran over Mahiri’s spotty cheeks, overflowing from the stuffed leopard. It ended up being an inelegant flop, collapsing onto the pair with his hooves in the air, but that didn’t seem to bother Naveen. He was upon him in an instant, pouncing and dragging him close, crashing right over the edge of the couch to thud down to the floor together. Cherno barely knew where he was for several seconds, but when he came back to awareness, he had a big cat on top of him, looking him right in the eyes, flashing some teeth that shut him right up. It was a time of instinct, of going nearly feral, and he was a herbivore pinned down by a sleek, deadly predator. He kept very still.

Mahiri got roughly two seconds of respite before he had a big damn buck hefting him up and pulling him close. The leopard was nearly limp in Olen’s arms, but he wasn’t any softer. Swimming in that constant cocktail of masculine aromas kept him hard, kept him ready, and it was a good thing for all that feline flexibility, because the handsome deer knew exactly what he wanted, and he wasn’t afraid to bend Mahiri into the proper shape to get it. Olen shifted his grip from hips to thighs, bending the kitty in half, placing his ankles right up over the deer’s shoulders, turning him into a leopard sandwich of sorts while he supported the girly male’s weight with ease, standing firm on his hooves, introducing his dick to the cat’s taint. And then, with an ever so slow grind south, he found his mark, penetrated Mahiri’s stretched hole, and buried himself deep in the leopard’s cum-filled butt, squelching and sloshing inwards, squeezing out some panther cream to make way for his fat blue dick.

Naveen was no less direct about what he wanted. If Cherno thought he was motionless before, he moved even less once he had those teeth around his soft, vulnerable throat. He could feel his pulse against the panther’s canines, rapid and enduring. It wasn’t panic that he felt, but frozen, slightly fearful instinctual reaction. Nav wasn’t hurting him any, but he wasn’t wasting time either. The buck managed to relax once he felt that cock pushing under his skirt, sliding up between his thighs and hitting the gaping mark smoothly, slickly, delving deep and filling him to the brim. Maybe the cat wasn’t quite as big as the well-hung deer dad currently fucking that fine leopard, but Cherno soon found out for himself the benefits of a little precision. Despite the fierce rut pounding through the panther’s veins, fuelling him, pushing him to aggressive lust, he was still a lovemaker, the romantic side of the black cat still hidden away somewhere beneath the snarling surface. The buck’s breaths came short as that bite grew tighter, only adding to the pleasure rolling through him as that sleek feline pounded his prostate in a way he never knew he loved so much. He was dealing with a talented top, whether that cat was in heat or not.

Mahiri gazed at the handsome stud clutching him and fucking him, his eyes half-lidded, his tongue flopping up and down with every hard, decisive stroke beneath his tail. His cock bobbed up and down with his forceful thrusts. Olen kept his grip firm, clutching that spotted booty, pulling the kitty right down on his dick, plapping that fat butt over and over until he milked the yowls out of Mahiri. The leopard hadn’t totally lost his voice, tilting his head back and mewling up a storm while he got ruggedly fucked by that bulky deer dad. He couldn’t make anything resembling an impressive or intimidating noise though. Even with his instincts going off like crazy, that big strong herbivore was in full control, giving him a lusty grin as he watched the kitty making all sorts of cute faces for him, but never losing his pace as he thumped and slapped his nuts against those spotted cheeks, slowly nodding his head as the leopard tightened up around him. Mahiri wasn’t any less sensitive for already getting fucked half-stupid. If anything, he was more tender, more eager, hornier, harder, pulsing his way near a peak after a mere few strokes of fat deer dick deep within his tightening depths.

It wasn’t just the way Nav fucked him. Cherno got strange pleasure out of those teeth digging into him too, closing his eyes and enduring the sensations, the slight scrap, the prodding, the pricking. They almost pierced his skin. Not quite. Instead, they just seemed to press into all the right nerves, sending the oddest sensations rushing through his body. He felt sudden tingles in the tips of his fingers, or his ears. It crackled over his scalp while the panther nibbled on his neck, adding to the climax getting fucked right out of him by that steadily thumping feline dick. He didn’t need to focus, didn’t need to even participate. The entirety of his input was to lie perfectly still, not even squirming, barely making any noise but for his raspy, shallow gasps that barely gave him enough air to keep him conscious. His arms were splayed out at his side, his head tilted back, leaving himself completely vulnerable to the dominant predator, and that was what made his climax all the more intense when it came blazing through his body, igniting every nerve, leaving him [i]mahhh[/i]ing out in the silliest of cervine ways as he endured a panther’s roar against his gullet.

This time, everyone was in sync. It was frightening, really. The sounds all blended together like some sort of cataclysm, all screams and mrowls and roars and grunts. It was hard to say whose voice was whose anymore, though the manliest of sounds were emitting from those two dads as they plowed each other’s sons full of spunk, cumming deep into those already overloaded and stretched bellies. Nav pulled out after a few shots, sparing Cherno’s belly from too much expansion, instead focusing him in yet another fresh coating of white cream, like he was painting a masterpiece in musky essence. Cherno gargled it, inhaled it, and most of all wore it as a mask and cloak alike. Olen was hardly so merciful, stuffing that kitty full until he was a fountain, letting Mahiri’s maw erupt with copious deer spunk once his belly couldn't possibly get any tighter. He sloshed, he spurted, he gushed all over that big buck’s abs and pecs, and Cherno too at least managed to give Naveen a good painting of his own, cascading some cream, over the muted details of his spots beneath his black fur. The stillness descending upon the two skirt-wearing girlyboys came like a coma, leaving them huffing, settling, slumping, eyes rolling back in their skulls. Mahiri put his head against Olen’s shoulder as if ready to take a nap, and Cherno closed his eyes tight, laying back, breathing heavily but calmly once Naveen finally released his throat, set into recovery mode for as long as those horny dads would let them. It didn’t last long.

He’d hardly been paying attention to who was where and doing what. Naveen pulled from him, and moments later, he heard the approach of hooves, and felt a familiar grip on his shoulders. When he opened his eyes, he was looking at Olen’s dick again, watching it pulsing, stretching, expanding. It looked as if it was growing right before him, solid, flexing, beating like a drum, faster than the buck’s heart could have been possibly pounding. Cherno found himself mesmerized by that ostentatious display of lust, of pure instinctual need, drawn to it until he felt his face pressing up against the tip. That was hardly of his own volition. His body simply obeyed the silent call, smothering himself without even needing to be pushed, rubbing the juices exuding from it all over his face. When he felt the proud stroke through his hair coming from that horny deer dad, he was only encouraged to keep going deeper, to immerse himself in the source of that scent that so deeply invigorated and dulled his senses all at the same time. That meant pushing his muzzle right up against his dad’s open cockslit, slipping his nose slightly inside, breathing down that concentrated essence. And a little nudge to the back of his head only made him press deeper.

“Go ahead, give me more, [i]more[/i],” Olen urged, his voice tinged with urgency, even a touch of desperation. He still wasn’t satisfied, still hadn’t sated his ongoing rut, and Cherno could feel a slight tremor running through the big buck while he leaned in close and worshipped, doing his best to finally calm the wildly horny father deer.

Mahiri sniffed and licked just as eagerly, and kissed at the tip of Naveen’s cock too. He wasn’t afraid to drool on it. The panther leaned back on the partly ruined couch, splaying himself out, legs wide, his hands on the young leopard. He wasn’t quite so patient. Whether it was a conscious choice to stuff him inwards, or something that his rutting instinct simply demanded, it wasn’t clear. But he got to grabbing, pushing, forcefully inserting that girly leopard into his cock, [i]schlurping[/i] it all around his face. The first [i]gulp[/i] came from Olen’s cock though. He was getting greedy now, grabbing at Cherno’s shoulders, pulling beneath his arms, feeding him into that hungry deer dick until it clenched around him with peristaltic pressure, echoing through the room with what distinctly sounded like a sloppy swallow. Those beastlike fathers feasted upon their sons, inch by inch, gulp by gulp, letting their shafts hug firm around those girly features, tugging them into the waiting depths to immerse them even deeper in the scent that had already broken them. Cherno wasn’t even numb anymore, he was simply gone, blanked out entirely by the steaming heat and musk blasting him directly in the face while he delved down the bulging spire of hot dad deer dick that enveloped him to the chest and swollen belly.

Working over those guts was a process of squishing inwards and squeezing some cum from the buck’s butt and mouth alike, letting off some of the pressure just so he could fit better down his father’s shaft, one swallow at a time. Naveen too worked smoothly over Mahiri’s middle, squishing, [i]schlorping[/i], and then only speeding up once he approached that skirt-clad waist. It looked almost lazy, the way he was sitting back, letting his cock do all the work in swallowing his son whole. Such a feline way of doing it, lazing all luxuriantly, purring with pleasure as his eyes gleamed with the satisfaction that came with tucking away a soft and curvy meal. It didn’t matter who it was. His body needed this. His balls churned up loudly as they waited for their prey, hugging up against his body, bouncing up and down to noisily slosh with every heavy wobble. They were only going to get louder once that leopard was all tucked away, his booty squeezing into a shapely bulge straight down that violet spire, his legs stretched out across the floor along with his lightly twitching tail. There already wasn’t much life left in the leopard. He might not even have been aware of what was happening to him, but the occasional little flex or wiggle said he was still conscious, at least.

Cherno was hardly faring better, and he didn’t even have the benefit of being grounded to help him orient himself. His hooves flailed up in the air as Olen’s cock gave a particularly hard [i]thump[/i] of pressure and taut, pent-up need, sucking the smaller buck straight down with a messy slurp, spitting precum high into the air as he held his cute son upside down in his dick with the strength of his erection alone. He didn’t need his hands, didn’t need to shove or push him down. Olen devoured Cherno with unrelenting force, gulping him straight into his nuts, letting that buck sack sag with the weight of girly doe. Cherno was as good as one, diving straight down into freshly-churned deerspunk, feeling it invading his every orifice as he splashed beneath the surface, only escaping to the semi-breathable air once his hooves finished their journey down his dad’s heavy spire, concluding the impulsive meal with a smooth, confident [i]gulp[/i] that peaked with one more spurt of pre cum to splash those well-musked surroundings. Olen had really claimed the place as his own, or at least co-owned it with Naveen, their masculine rutting scent the kind of potent that feral creatures miles away knew precisely who the cabin belonged to. And all there was left to do was churn.

Naveen swiftly joined him in that endeavour, slurping away Mahiri’s flailing tail with one last tug. He huffed and gritted his teeth as he watched that curvy bulge descending, skirt and all, straight into his balls. The shape of the leopard distended one of his nuts, stretching them unevenly at first before the sudden [i]CLENCH[/i] of greeting evened things out, hugging tight around Mahiri’s every feature, encasing in the slippery walls of his cumtanks, outlining him in that silky black fur. Olen hefted his nuts up and down a few times, rolling his hips, humping at the air and leaving it further steamed up by spraying out some of the precum displaced by his son’s sloppy entrance. Then he teetered over onto the couch alongside the panther, throwing a sweaty arm over the big cat to tug him close so that they could touch dicks like they were clinking mugs together in a silent ‘cheers’ before the got to processing their own offspring down to the cum that had made them, decades ago.

It might have been a time for comment on the gravity of such a thing, but they were all snarls and grunts as their balls worked inwards, putting on the pressure, clenching, tugging, immersing their boys in smothering seed, making them swallow it as it splashed over their curvy bodies and started to digest them. They worked quickly, too. Neither Cherno nor Mahiri had anything resembling complaint, or any input at all, really. Sometimes they squirmed or even kicked a little, distending the musky prison of those fat, taut sacks a little, but it wasn’t out of protest. Their bodies were simply reacting to their gradual consumption and conversion. The outlines of their dazed faces smoothed over into featureless and smooth. Their curves became part of the nut-stuffing loads with every squeeze around them. They softened as they simmered, slow-cooking in a cocktail of spunk and pheromones, their senses driven beyond the brink of blankness, dulling down to nothingness as they got turned into the next orgasm for their two handsome dads. Every kneading pulse clamped them tight until they were hardly solid, becoming part of the thick jizz [i]gloshing[/i] all around them, overwriting their mind and bodies alike, turning them into nothing more than fresh loads of deer and panther cum packed into the fat sacks of their respective fathers.

Then there came the pressure. It stiffened their whole bodies, seizing control, setting them to convulsions. Naveen arched himself nearly into a U, planting his paws on the ground, his head against the back of the couch, thrusting his hips upwards while his cock went [i]thmp thmp thmp[/i] in front of him. Olen set to madly stroking, stomping a hoof hard enough to shake the house, fucking his own fist as he savoured in that once-in-a-lifetime pleasure coursing though his cock. He claimed Cherno for his own body, stuffed his nuts to overfull with him, and now he was ready to spurt him out in a climax he’d never get to experience again. Never so intensely, never such a forbidden, heavenly indulgence like that. Unless he made more. But rather than consider that, he instead stood up tall, rocked his hips back and forth a few times, and then gave a raging cry like a berserking warrior as he triumphantly painted everything in sight with the hot white cream that used to be a girly buck and his own son. Naveen swiftly joined him, stretching to his feet, rowling, roaring, stroking it all out as he splashed Mahiri upon the walls and ceiling, knocking down shelves and soaking into the furnishings, leaving a mark that would not be washed away, not now or ever.

A sloppy [i]SPLAT[/i] was the cum-soaked skirt that had once been Cherno’s. His stockings and panties were somewhere there in the flooding mess as well. The floor rippled with the ocean of cum they made, swimming around the ankles of those two shameless fathers - or former fathers, in Olen’s case. He collapsed back with a huff once he’d trickled the last of the freshly-creamed deer from his dick, panting, sweating, radiating his horny scent as it scorched the room and left it smelling of rut-musk for good. Naveen joined him with a rumble when the vicious climax faded, leaving him in a numbing afterglow, savouring the feeling of fattening his balls with such intimate prey. Their cocks finally slumped together, but they weren’t the same size as before. Stretched, expanded, enhanced by the contributions of their offspring, they remained fat and heavy as they flopped down over thicker, rounder nuts. The extra girth and weight was the trophy they took from assimilating Cherno and Mahiri. The existence of those two cute sons lived on, but only in the form of some extra plumpness on their dads’ nuts.

Finally, Olen spoke, his voice soft and lightly amused.

“Damn. Got any more sons like those? Think I’m fresh out.”

“Mm. Two daughters. You would like them.” Naveen softly laughed. “A touch indulgent of us, no?”

“No regrets.”

“Certainly not. Ruts are ruts. There was no stopping that one without [i]indulging.[/i]”

Olen gave the panther a sly look, licking his lips.

“Oh, you’re done? Here I thought this was just a good time to take a break.”

“I am certainly ready for more. In time. Let’s savour this while we can.”

“I like the sound of that.” Olen leaned back once more, snuggling into the panther on the couch, sweating on each other. “Guess we should think about cleaning all the mess.”

“What we can.” Naveen exhaled warmly. “Apologies for being so … indiscriminate.”

“You don’t have to be sorry for nothing. You’re my guest. And I treat ‘em well.”

“Mhmm. Happy father’s day, Olen.”

“Hah. You too, kitty cat.”

Naveen had no further comment, and so they sat in snug silence, but for the big cat’s rumbles, and the constant drip from floor and ceiling alike. It was like being in a steam room for the heat contained there in the living room, fogging up the windows, only adding to the heavy afterglow that came with annihilating those cute girlyboys with their balls. That was the kind of cumshot that Olen was going to think about just to fuel another in the future, reliving the pleasure over and over, knowing that for as sweet as Cherno was, his last gift was the best a father could ever ask for.