Pool Safety

Arlon the lion took his young son to the wave pool every weekend. For the father and son, it was a special thing they could do together, and always a nice way to start the weekend. His son, Carl, looked forward to it every week, and always had a bounce in his step every Saturday morning before they left for the pool together. The kid would get to swim around for a couple of hours with the other children, sometimes naughtily splashing them in the face, and afterwards when he was all worn-out, his father would treat him to an ice-cream on the way home too.

Arlon always looked forward to the pool, too. As he slipped into the shallow end of the pool alongside his son today, he gave Carl's hair a playful ruffle. The happy grin plastered across his son's face made him smile too. As much as he loved his wife and daughter, it was nice that they could share this one thing together.

But that wasn't the real reason he loved the pool.

This week was no different to any other. The pool was crowded with families -- loud with the chattering of mothers and fathers underneath the excited squeals from children as the waves pushed them around. As his son paddled off into the crowd, the older lion just rested on the side of the pool where the water splashed around his chest. There was a calm smile on his face as he let out a relaxed sigh, watching all the children playing in front of him.

Underneath the water, he secretly slid a hand inside his trunks and rubbed his growing cock. There were so many little, wet, almost-naked bodies splashing around in front of him, swimsuits tightly hugging their deliciously childlike curves. He sank slightly into the water so that when he started pumping his cock, no one could see his arm moving -- the ripples from the waves revealed nothing but vague shapes. None of the children would see anything suspicious. None of the protective mothers and fathers would realise some middle-aged perv was rubbing one out to the sight of their children innocently playing.

Behind Arlon's slight smile, his jaw tightened. His cock was rock hard, and he'd been needing this for a long time -- his wife hadn't put out in weeks. She complained that they were getting older so she didn't feel as much desire, and she lectured him about how that was normal and he needed to stop pressuring her.

Well, he might be getting older, but he was still a red-blooded male for fuck's sake, and his cock still had needs. It made him so angry. And when he was angry, it made him want to do dirty things involving little children. Need to do them. It helped with the anger. It helped him to continue playing good father and kind husband.

Rubbing his hard-on in front of a hundred kids and their families felt so fucking good. For someone so damn pent-up, he wasn't even sure he'd last long today. He started to think about his load floating off through the pool water to get stuck to some young kid's face fur when they went for a dive, and it made him want to...

Someone bumped into his side out of nowhere, and he froze for a moment as the surface splashes beside him gave way to a young blond canary boy, who happily squealed, "Sorry mister! I was swimming!"

Arlon forced a smile. "That's oka--"

"Did you know I can swim by myself?" the kid panted eagerly. "I don't have to hold onto a noodle or anything!"

"Heh. That's really cool, kid", the lion said, still gripping his cock. The canary couldn't have been older than seven or eight years, and there was something kinda hot about talking to a kid while rubbing one out.

"I love the pool! I love swimming! My mummy says I'm a really good swimmer!"

"Good f--"

"You wanna see something cool?" the canary said with wide enthusiastic eyes. He was full of excited energy. Too much energy. He probably should have been on medication or something.

"Uhh, sure", Arlon said, smiling to himself while he slowly stroked his cock back and forth.

The canary boy slurped some water up with his beak, tilted his head back, and then squirted a stream of water a metre into the air. "Did you see that? I can shoot water higher than anyone!"

"Wow! Awesome!"

"Yeah! And, did you know, I can hold my breath longer than any of my friends?"

Arlon's cock throbbed and his heart skipped a beat. Ah, shit. He was not good at impulse control at the best of times. And right now, he was so fuckin horny, and angry, and frustrated, and pent-up, and if that kid went underwater...

"Watch!" the boy squealed, taking a few deep determined breaths before disappearing under the surface of the pool.

Arlon looked down to see the vague shimmering blond shape under the water next to him. And then he quickly scanned the pool. The children were playing and swimming with each other. The parents were chatting amongst themselves, or scrolling through their phones, or reading books. There were so many furs, but it was so busy, no one was looking at the lion.

He snatched the yellow blob up with one of his hands and and gripped whatever part of its body he was holding tightly, pulling it even deeper under the water and holding it in front of him. While the boy squirmed in confusion, he used his claws to rip through the kid's swimwear until he was naked, and then he rubbed his fingers over its naked curves until he found the softest, curviest, sweetest part of all.

He glanced around the pool one more time to make sure no one was screaming or pointing at him, and when he knew he was in the clear and no one had any clue what he was doing... he rammed his rod deep into the little kid's tight ass.

"Guhhhh... shit..." he groaned under his breath as the tight ring trembled and gave way around his mighty lion cock. His cock throbbed proudly where it was buried deep inside the brat's insides, and the hyperactive kid was so tight around his shaft it was almost painful, but it would have been much worse for his victim. A rapid stream of air bubbles appeared on the surface while the boy screamed silently in agony and fear, while tiny little legs kicked frantically against Arlon's thighs, and the little body wriggled desperately to try to get free.

Arlon gritted his teeth and pushed the boy harder onto his cock, not giving him any time at all to get used to the gigantic adult dick raping him, but instead impaling him balls deep and holding him there while he struggled for his young life. With no lube and no prep, he could feel his cock ripping the boy's insides... and the lion felt a rush of power. This was what he deserved. This was what it meant to be a man.

Under the water, he forced fingers from both hands inside the boy's beak so he could violate both his holes at once. His clawed fingers roughly probed the canary's mouth, squeezing his tongue and pulling on his cheeks and invading his throat.

There was no use in being gentle. The chirpy little fucker was gonna die for him, so it really didn't matter whether the lion cracked his skull or snapped his neck. That's why he gripped the boy's tiny head between his palms and used all the force he could to savagely push and pull on his skull to fuck the underage bird back and forth onto his thick throbbing dick.

He growled to himself, heart racing with excitement and lust as he performed such a horrifyingly sick act in front of hundreds of other furs. Any one of them could put a stop to him, if only they knew what he was doing. But they all remained blissfully unaware as he raped a drowning kid to death

As dark pleasure overwhelmed him, his body took over, and did what came naturally. His hands wrapped around the canary's neck and squeezed in a rush of violent lust. Hard. Harder than he would ever have possibly needed to, because he was a fully grown adult male, and this was just a tiny young boy. A series of rapid crunched and clicks vibrated through his hands as the boy's head jerked upwards in an unnatural angle, his whole body convulsing in the throes of death, his dying asshole spasming tightly around Arlon's penis.

"Ffffuuuuuccccckkk", the lion groaned, perhaps a little too loudly, but he couldn't help it. Feeling the boy die on his aching dick pushed him to climax, and his cock erupted with jizz inside the child's ruined insides. Muscles throughout his entire body tensed and he involuntarily squeezed the kid's neck even tighter, crushing the little bones even further until he thought the boy's skull was going to separate from his body entirely, but at this point he didn't care. The bliss was so intense that nothing mattered. Only his orgasm. Filling the dead boy's guts and swelling his little tummy. He panted heavily, jerking the canary's body back and forth on his cock in shuddering twitches, until his balls were empty and his lust was satiated.

The pleasure slowly faded, and the sounds of the room came trickling back to him. The sounds of children giggling and laughing and squealing. The sounds of pure innocence.

When they eventually found the body, those sounds would be replaced by screams.

He gradually slipped the corpse off his rod and felt it sink to the bottom of the pool, gently coming to a rest against his feet. He nudged it into a corner with a foot paw like it was a soccer ball, and then let out a deep sigh, splashing his face with water from the pool and running his hands down it.

He felt guilty. He didn't mean to do what he did. He didn't plan to snuff out little lives for his own pleasure. He didn't ask to be like this.

But it wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last. He couldn't help it.

It just felt so fucking good.