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KITTYSLUT TRIBE

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Part One

The first generation was born just below the summit of Mt. Elkhorn, where the air was thinner but not gossamer. The catboys came into the world wet in blood and rain, crying along with the whipping gale that tore their tribe's rickety nests apart and tugged on each newborn's tail. The first sensation they knew was a polarized temperature; their pudgy butts freezing in the wind, and their face buried deeply between their "mother's" thighs while he welcomed them to reality with a balls-deep throatfuck. Babies did need their milk, after all.

Though this generation's forefathers had been born in The City, where boys like them were abused and snuffed cutely every day, most were kind to each other. Life there had permanently altered their bodies, however, and they were all biologically and irrevocably addicted to cock. Escaping The City for the mountainous wilderness did not change the fundamental nature their daddies had pounded into them from birth, but it did allow them to relax; with no authority to force a daily gaping, they simply did it on their own time... or, sometimes, on each other's.

By happy coincidence, this turned out to be all the time. Bloody, fierce sex was treated like flirting, with coy smiles and flicks of the tail. Maturity (and thus your social ranking) was not based on how old you were, but on how many inches of cockmeat hung below your tummy; thus, the well-endowed boys were considered more respectable and deserving of pleasure than anyone else. Yet still, there were universal rules of etiquette for all members of the tribe: for example, publically knotting yourself on a throbbing feral wolf's cock was excusable only if you promised to stay still and hold your ruined hole open afterward so the rest of the boys could gather around and slurp the warm cum from inside you.

Each was fertile from the moment they were born, so it was rare they reached toddlerhood without getting their little tummies knocked up at least once-- and since it was common to birth a full litter of kittens for each bellyful of cum, their population ended up quadrupling every nine months. The second to the seventh generations were born all over the mountain, flooding into the surrounding forest, and soon the tribe's twenty forefathers realized they were the only teenagers and adults among hundreds of nubile, cock-hungry, and perpetually naked kittens.

~

It was dawn. Ten-year-old Aero half-fell and half-sprinted down the mountain, keeping loosely to steep game trails, his nimble feet striking rocks or tree-trunks to redirect his inertia at every twist, tail moving deftly for balance, until finally he landed on the bank of Elkhorn River, tripped on a rock, and belly-flopped into its cool waters.

That works too, he told himself, letting the river carry him down the mountain as the sting on his belly dissipated. He opened his eyes and watched the surface from below, tracking every glimmer of the weak dawn sunlight with a hunter's eye. A salmon came up and glubbed at him, and Aero waved hello; though he was tempted to snatch it up, he let it swim on. He was still full from a breakfast of chunky, creamy wolf shit he'd sniffed out and devoured earlier.

Likewise, he passed up a taste of the colourful berry mix a group of toddlers were making, their butts sat firm in the sandy bank-- though he did stop to kiss one of his sons among them, Mika, a six-year-old who'd inherited Aero's azure fur and tangerine hair.

The toddler smiled as Aero mussed his fluffy locks, licking his lips clean of his daddy's brown saliva and swallowing. "You gotta sleep in our hut more, Daddy," he said. "Ari and his friends have been buggin' us. They said they're gonna fuck us--"

A younger catboy chimed in: "Two! They said they're gonna push two in our butts!"

"Yeah, two in each of our butts," said Mika. "Don't you wanna sleep here tonight?"

Aero blinked. "What! Why would I stay down here? Don't you dummies know? Tonight's the summit festival!"

Mika's brow furrowed. "But Ari--"

"Ari can go sit on a pricklebush. He rapes you little kids too much. The first time I was like, that's cute, but the second time I was like, slow down, and the third time I was like, Ari, you're gonna mangle his butt so bad that even Tymu won't be able to heal--"

Mika was getting huffy now. "But come onnnn! It'll be fun! They've been promising to rape us for--"

Aero jabbed a finger at him and shouted: "It'll be _more_fun at the summit! If you wanna get raped, just go lay down in the middle of the party and everyone will jump on you. You want two up your butt? Try FOUR."

The other boys looked back and forth as the father-son argument dragged on. Really, it was more like a brotherly squabble.

"FINE! MAYBE I WILL COME TO THE DUMB FESTIVAL--"

"--WELL YOU SURE DIDN'T THINK IT WAS DUMB LAST YEAR--"

"--I WAS IN HEAT, OKAY? IF IT WASN'T FOR THAT IT WOULDA BEEN BORING--"

"BORING?"

"YEAH, BORING! I GOT STUCK ON CLEANUP DUTY!"

"I SAW YOU SLOBBERING ALL OVER THOSE DIRTY COCKS, WORKING YOUR TONGUE INTO THEIR SLITS--"

"--WELL I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO TASTE ANY CUM!"

"--OHHHH, SO YOU DON'T CARE WHAT THEY WANT AS LONG AS YOU GET YOUR SHARE--"

Mika unleashed a scream of rage and threw himself at Aero, pounding his fists on the catboy's chest. Aero countered and flipped him over easily, throwing the cub down on the sand and loosing a barrage of spanks across his fat little butt-- but then Mika wiggled away and somehow ended up riding Aero piggyback, yanking the ten-year-old's hair and thrashing around until he wobbled over and they both fell into the river.

Panting, wet, the two clambered back to shore. They shoved each other weakly until finally collapsing on the sand, chests heaving in sync.

"You... little... brat..." Aero managed.

Mika tried to slap him, but gave up half-way and ended up papping him on the cheek. "Stupid... dumb... idiot..."

The other toddlers giggled, shook their heads, and went back to mixing up breakfast.

Aero didn't linger. As soon as he caught his breath he gave Mika one last playful spank goodbye and headed downstream. After a while the river collapsed into a mini-waterfall which ran down into a small lake, crowned with a rocky island at its center: one of the tribe's favourite places to gather. The island was one of the unofficial sex spots littered everywhere around the mountain; if you were basking on the rocks there, anyone was allowed to come up and rape you as hard as they liked. Sex still happened elsewhere, of course, but the spot system saved a little time and annoyance for boys who were actually trying to get something done, as opposed to those who just wanted to walk around and flaunt their curvy little bodies for anyone or anything with a cock to ravage.

On festival nights, though, it was agreed: the whole mountain was a sex spot.

Past the island, Aero balanced carefully, jumping from branch to branch until he reached his mossy treehouse. Luckily, his roomies were gone, so he scooped up his rucksack, a vine-tied package of incense equipment, and a couple spare papayas he'd snitched from a fisherman, all without receiving so much as a playful tug on the seven inches of squishy, flaccid cock swinging freely below his rounded tummy.

The climb up to the summit would tire him out, he knew, but his excitement for the festival erased any apprehension. As the sun rose and bathed the forest in radiant, eggy yellow, Aero leapt from his house and softened the landing with a roll-- then tripped once more and planted his face in a pile of cubshit that someone had left carelessly right on his usual landing spot.

Ah, well. He could use a snack anyway.

~

The summit was ethereal. It was a crater at the top of the mountain, a sunken bowl of grass perpetually slick with alpine dew. The air was just thick enough to breathe, but still every catboy found that if they stayed up there long enough, their extremities began to hum with an ambient tingle and contagious giggle-fits happened more often than they should've.

Aero climbed over the rim and slid down the crater's slope, whooping with joy as the wet grass massaged his taint and soft little hole. Other boys whooped back, wrestling and racing each other around, and a five-year-old sprinted by peeing full blast, trying to soak as many people as possible before his hot little stream died out-- but that was only the young ones; the older boys were all working hard on different parts and pieces of the festival, all trying to build around each other hectically in the clearing at the center of the summit.

He started towards them, but paused to peek inside the caves that pocketed the slopes. Most were empty, but one emanated a faint glow and the scent of lilac. It was Tymu's cave. Intrigued, Aero wandered further in, poking his head around a bend in the tunnel.

And there was Tymu, sitting in his basket with angelic poise, surrounded by translucent tendrils of violet light.

Tymu was one of the younger forefathers, almost fifteen. Since he'd joined the tribe it seemed all the growing his legs should've done-- had they not been broken due to his daddy's abuse in The City-- went instead to his cock. It stood proud and dripping at two and a half feet, almost reaching his puffy nipples, and the teen's lithe build bespoke just how often he used it, considering rigorous sex was his only source of exercise.

At Tymu's feet (er, well, where they should've been, since he'd removed his useless legs a long time ago) was a one-year-old kitty with a gaping asscunt, tiny thighs stained with blood and shit. He was crying hard, sniffling and twitching on the cave floor. Tymu reached down and gently wrapped a hand around his soft, furry neck, squeezing until the crying spluttered out and the baby's eyes closed. Then the violet tendrils converged, ruffling and weaving into their fur, linking them, and Aero watched in amazement as the child died and was reborn in the same instant.

The second his little lashes fluttered open, three tiny spurts of cum jetted out from his cocklet, and his newly healed hole twitched and winked with the powerful full-body orgasm. He was enraptured with the ecstasy of fresh new life for all of a minute, before finally climbing weakly to his feet and heaving a massive sigh.

"All good, then?" asked Tymu. The toddler made a happy noise in reply, and then Tymu looked up. "Oh! Hey, Aero. Don't you have stuff to do?"

Aero blushed. "I'm doing-- I'm gonna do it! I just wanted to see the healing..."

The one-year-old toddled excitedly over to Aero. "Eh-woh!"

Aero picked him up and hugged him, blowing a raspberry on his fat little belly while he squirmed and giggled. Grinning, watching the purple wisps float lazily through the air around them, Aero said: "It always looks so cool. Are you sure you can't teach me yet? If I could heal as good as you, I'd be able to take so much cock--"

"Even if I did teach you," Tymu said, scooting over his leafy bed and digging through his cave's junk-stuffed storage nooks, "you'd never be able to heal yourself. The whole dying part isn't optional, y'know. You gotta go out before you can come back in." He looked over his shoulder and cocked an eyebrow. "And even if you could somehow regenerate your body without dying first-- how would you be able to concentrate while getting fucked hard enough to bust your insides up that bad, anyway?"

Aero pouted. "I dunno... I'm good at multitasking..."

Once the baby had run off to play, Tymu snatched something from the highest nook, and beckoned Aero over. Aero shuffled up to him, avoiding eye contact, and Tymu wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him close, the older boy's fat length squashed between them, leaking pre all over their smooth chests. He opened his hand just below Aero's nose...

And revealed a tiny pink mushroom in the middle of his palm. Aero gasped.

It was called Kei, or Funny Fungus, or the Pink Dream, and it had been gone for so long that it was almost legend now. It was known to grow in the branches of the highest pines downwind from the Kittyslut Factory; extremely rare, hard to harvest, and with a flavour much like bland fruit-- but its effects were extraordinary. The harmless-looking shrooms were hallucinogenic, diuretic, laxative aphrodisiacs-- any cub who happened to munch on one was sent into a delirious sexual frenzy, his cocklet leaking cum for hours and his bladder and bowels loosening such that he left a creamy, pungent trail behind him which sent every boy with a nose converging on his ass from all over the mountain, given they hadn't already heard him howling for dick like the fate of his soul depended on it.

"You got one...?"

"Of course not. Do I look like I can climb trees?"

"No-- I mean--"

Tymu smiled. "Yep. We put Ari and his gang to work, for once, and I guess they must've felt guilty about being lazy buttheads all the time, 'cause they sure did their job well. This little guy is one of two hundred they collected this morning."

Aero felt the cave spin a little. "Two... hundred..."

Tymu leaned in, taking advantage of his shock to lick a few stray nodules of shit from the corners of the ten-year-old's mouth. "Mmmmhmph. Doo mnmundred."

As soon as Aero's startled mind caught up with the news, he threw his arms around Tymu and kissed him back passionately, his cock expanding to its full ten inches as he grinded it hard against the older boy's. "What are we gonna do with 'em? Oh my gosh. Are you just gonna hand 'em out? I'd _love_to see a little baby eat one-- I wonder if they'd cum, or maybe they'd just twitch? I know getting reborn makes you spurt no matter what-- well, I mean, obviously, it just happened-- but what if--"

"Aero, I swear to God, you better stop making out with the healer and get to work-- or else you're gonna need his assistance in a hurry."

It was Ari. The black-furred thirteen-year-old had never looked more like himself; leaning casually on the smooth rock wall, merely ~allowing~ a wicked grin to spread across his face while he twirled a finger round one of his bouncy red curls-- which Aero knew for a fact were actually brown, but which the teen styled every morning with cummy blood from his most recent victim's pounded-open fuckhole; more often than not some random toddler he'd turned into his personal cocksleeve.

Aero turned up his nose, though of course his gaze went immediately to the twelve inches of half-erect cockmeat hanging between Ari's thighs. It was impossible not to look at.

"Ugh. They sent you to come get me?" Aero said.

Ari laughed, revealing a broken three-year-old's corpse he'd been holding behind his back. "Nah. Just happened to have business with Tymu. Fix him up for me, will ya?"

He tossed the pudgy fuckthing at Tymu's feet. The healer sighed and let his diaphanous tendrils expand once more, caressing its limp form and feeling for the remnants of its soul. "How long has he been dead? Jeez, Ari, there's even bugs in him..."

Ari scoffed. "What, so corpses have an best-before date now? I've been meaning to bring him in for revival, I really have-- but a certain handicat healer decided to live all the way at the top of Mount Fucking Elkhorn, and most days I've just been too drained to make the climb."

Aero pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, I wonder why. Did you even ask the poor thing before you raped him to death?"

"Well, he was on the island, laying on his tummy with his little butt in the air. He was asking for it."

"You know some of the toddlers forget where the spots--"

"Annnnyway," Ari interrupted, grabbing Aero's arm and pulling him away. "There's shit to do and doo to shit. Doo-doo, that is. Heh."

Aero wanted to fuck him to death. "Let go! I can walk myself!"

Ari grinned. "Oh, you can? Go on, then."

But the second Aero took a step, Ari's tail whipped around his ankle and sent him sprawling on the ground for the third time that day. The moment his chest hit the dew, he felt Ari's warmth slap between his bubbly cheeks, smearing precum all over his squishy pucker, while an elbow jabbed in-between his shoulder blades. The older boy pinned him easily, hotdogging his little ass, and leaned down to whisper: "You're my bitch tonight. And if Mika shows up, you're gonna help me break him. I want you to look your babycunt in the eyes while he dies on my cock."

With a swift chomp to the ear and a slimy cock-slap to the face, Ari left. Aero got up, fuming, ready to chase after him, but just then the three-year-old wandered out of Tymu's cave, fully healed, cocklet still dripping from the post-rebirth pleasure flood, and babbled: "Issit the festival already? How long was I gone? Gawsh, he fucked me so hard... oh, woah. You're sure excited, huh Aero?"

Aero swiftly covered his pulsing cock with both hands, but the three-year-old smirked and shrugged. They both watched Ari's sleek, black-furred hips sway as he sauntered off.

"You better watch out for that guy. He's a meanie, but he knows how to make ya cum."

{Thanks for reading. <3 Hope I delivered the same pizazz as with Kittyslut Factory's opening! And if you're starting with this series, go read that one afterward for more of the same~ ;3

Anyway... comments are beloved if you got the gumption to leave one. Until next time! Mwah~ <3}