It was a calm, simple morning, the sun had already since risen, and the beams of light still seeping through the few open lines of the bedroom blinds. It was cozy inside, as any cub could attest to. Teddy bears to the left, action figures on the right, and a huge plastic tub full of Buildo-blocks! Even adults played with those, so they had to be cool right?. All in all, the room was pretty sweet! Any cub would have done a lot of chores to have a room like this, it even had a large TV, and the newest Nin-tondi Flip!

	As the light peered through, eventually setting upon the bed, the covers began to stir. Curls, the young 8 year old, beige fur feline, slowly began waking from his slumber, his groggy state ever so noticable as he hopped from his bed, yawning, and rubbing his eyes. He was rather chubby, almost too big for his own tight little white briefs. As he stumbled towards the door, he stepped his bare paw right down onto one of the Buildo-blocks he left on the floor, causing an immediate strike of pain that even the gods above fear. He bit his lip, doing his best not to scream out as he hopped quickly out of his room, rushing towards the bathroom. The one closest to him was the one his father's room was connected to. He figured he'd still be asleep, so it was there he hopped to. 

	The hallway had a door directly into the bathroom, and it happened to be wide open, what luck! As he got there, the young cubs eyes fixated quickly on the figure standing with a large purple towel above it, drying off. It was his father, Ivan. He was a tall, lithe, tuxedo cat with deep green eyes, a long, well maintained tail that swished and practically betrayed him with any emotion he had. Of course, the details were FAR more noticable, like his rather toned chest, but not so much you'd assume he was a body builder. They were more visable, because the feline stood there naked, having just gotten out of the shower. However, near the waist of the feline, between his legs, stood a thick, throbbing feline member. It looked huge to the cub, having only his own to compare. He swore it was nearly a foot long, when in reality, it was 7.5 inches. He stood there, staring for a good few seconds, before hopping off towards the other bathroom, the pain now nearly gone.

	After taking care of his morning duties, including emptying his bladder, taking a bath, and changing into clean clothes, the young feline came into the kitchen to find his father, now fully dressed, making breakfast. His ear twitched as his fathers voice spoke up. "Hey there champ! Up early huh? Well, lets get that tummy filled and get you to school, huh?" His voice was soft and caring, yet strong and proud. The words traveled in his head a bit longer than they normally did, but he shrugged it off, smiled, and hopped up into the chair.

	Now placed on the table were some well fried eggs, bacon, and some small pocket waffles, making a happy smiley face. It was like watching a cartoon, as he scarfed it down in what seemed like record breaking time before hopping off the chair and grabbing his bag. While his father might see him as being eager to get to school, and certainly was proud of that very thought, it was truthfully the small boy trying to get his mind off of that thick piece of meat his father had sporting on his lower body. The car ride was eerily silent, excluding the music Ivan chose to play, which was an alternative rock station. He always enjoyed listening to that, but sometimes changed it when the songs sounded too agressive for his sons ears.

	Now at school, time seemed to go by slower than usual, the poor felines mind constantly drifting off to think about what he had seen that morning in the bathroom. He seemed like he was drifting off all day. His teachers checked in, asking if he was feeling alright, quickly dismissing any doubt as he smiled and nodded. The day ended after a long, drawn out time learning math, and about how to write and speak properly. 

	Once he was picked up, and him and his father returned in the house, he took a soft, audible gulp, looking up and tugging his fathers pants to get his attention. Ivan turned, looking down to find his son with pondering eyes. His voice broke the silence, bringing forth an honestly curious, and incredibly nervous voice. "Daddy...? This morning... I saw you naked... What was that big thing right here?" He then pointed at the older felines crotch, forcing not only a look as guilty and despaired as could be, but a blush across his entire face. His voice trembled as he retorted. "Ah, you uhhh, saw that huh champ? Well, I'll uhm... I'll tell you about that when you get a bit older. Its not important to know about at your age." He walked into the dining room, setting the table for an early supper.

	The younger feline huffing and walking off into his room. Once inside though, he hopped onto his Flip, and quickly rushed to the internet browser, looking up all kinds of questions. It took him some time though, finding each letter appropriately. He also had a tough time figuring out what to search, but the more things he looked for, the more words he learned. 'Boner, Erection, Cock, Penis, Balls, Gay.', they just kept coming, and he kept finding new things, getting lots of weird pictures and videos of what he saw. But the more he looked, the more curious he got, until he stumbled upon a video of what looked like two Tanuki's, though one young, and one old. The boy quickly put in headphones, listening to what they were saying. It was mostly hot, heavy panting, and as they spoke, he quickly discerned that they were both father and son. The younger one swayed his hips on the bed, his soft undies showing off how bubbly his young butt was, and it made the older of the two rush over, stuffing his face at the rump and sniffing. It certainly seemed weird to the feline, but he couldn't hide his 'rising' curiosity on the matter. 

	Eventually, he heard his father knocking on the door, and quickly turned the Flip off. "Come in!" Curls shouted out, smiling innocently. Ivan had opened the door and beckoned the boy to come eat dinner. It wasn't much fancy, just some chicken alfredo. It always reminded the kitten of Mac N' Cheese, so he really enjoyed it, bringing him, once more, to eat as quickly as possible. Once finished, he'd rush off, rinse his plate, then return to his room. "Okay, thank you, I love you, talk later dad, bye!". The older cat tilted his head, wondering why he was in such a rush, but shrugged it off.

	After finishing the dishes, Ivan walked over, seeing the door to his room open, something he didn't do often. He approached with caution, opening it slowly and looking it. His jaw dropped immediately, seeing his 8 year old son, spawled out on the bed, all fours, wearing only his tight undies, showing off his own chubby rump, looking back and smirking with that lewd, eager grin he saw in the video. "Hey, daddy... Why don't you teach me about your cock now~?" Immediately, his father had to cover his mouth to wipe the drool, He'd never once thought of cubs in such a way, let alone his own son. However, now, thoughts began flooding his mind. He knew it was wrong, yet that soft... Tight butt... Those cute pawpads... That lewd expression... It was overwhelming him. 

	Curls just wriggled his hips, smiling back to his 'daddy', and using his paws to gently pull his undies down, showing off more of his rump, even that soft virgin hole, begging to be explored. Without a word of protest, the adult suddenly walked to the bed. He looked angry though, almost infuriated. Suddenly, a wave of fear washed over the young boy, starting to regret his choice, and wondering if his rump would be met instead with a heavy slap and impact. He closed his eyes in fear, but to contrary to his new anticipation, he felt something wet, and then quick, cold air rushing over his rump. His fathers snout was now burried between his hind cheeks. It felt weird, but... amazing! The boy almost moaned for the first time, but felt the urge to hold it back. That urge was quickly dismissed, as his voice spiked when he felt the warm, sloppy rush of a broad, saliva soaked canine like tongue, washing up and down his hole over and over, slurping like it was the best thing the adult had tasted in ages. 

	After a good few minutes of licking, the boy found himself stuffing his face in the pillow near him, trying to muffle his loud, eager moans and shrieks of pleasure. He felt more pleasure than he'd ever thought possible, as did his own of dad. Ivan was far beyond the point of regret by now, realizing he'd pushed himself into this taboo, and he wasn't about to back out from it. He hadn't been laid in years with his wife having left, and his own son was presenting himself eagerly. So soft, so tight, so fresh to be fucked! He knew this was going to be the best he'd felt in a very, VERY long time. He lifted himself up off the bed, before rushing his own clothes off. The boy looked back in confusion, unsure why the feeling stopped. When he looked, he saw that thick cock once more, pulsing, even leaking from the tip. It was different from the video, but so much nicer in his mind. It was long, and pointed, with a growing bulb near the base, a canine knot. At the tip, there were small bumps, but nothing sharp, just playful looking. Beneath it, were two hefty, full orbs, ready to empty all over, and inside the boy.

	Ivan smirked as he walked around the bed, now in front of the young boy, his length throbbing right in his face, a heavy scent, a manly, sweaty musk leaking into his nose, bringing a new feeling to the boy, 'lustful desire'. It was like a drug, bringing his body closer. "You're such a bad boy, you know... Making me do this... forbidden act like this." Ivan spoke with a grin.  "How about you start making it up to me by kissing, licking, and sucking all over this." Curls could hardly contain himself, as he nodded, rushing over and pushing his soft nose against the underside of that cock, lowering to the balls for just a moment, inhaling deeply as the scent broke him, invited him into the passion and lust his father wanted to give. He stuck his tongue out, licking up slowly along the member he had thought of all day. The taste was amazing, divine even, so potent, yet so delicious, like all the best things about sucking on your thumb, but with a musky, sweaty flavor the boy now felt addicted to. 

	His head bobbed up and down on it for what felt like hours, but in truth was only mere minutes, before being pulled off. He was forced onto his back as the adult moved around, lining that cock up behind the boy, gently pressing against that soft tailhole. "Get ready boy," Ivan snarled,  "I'll take it nice and slow at first, but you better adapt fast!". Curls had no time to question what he meant as he felt that cock pressing in, pushing its tip in with a bit of a struggle, bringing a wince to the boys face. It hurt, and the more he felt pushing in, the more it felt like fire, shaped like knives, pulling his rear apart. He was told before that big boys don't cry over pain, as he bit on his thumb, trying not to think about it. By the time half of it was in, Ivan slowed and let Curls recover, needing to adapt to the sheer size of it. It took a few minutes, but finally, the kitten looked up, nodding, and resumed biting as his hole was spread. Finally, he reached the fat knot that had grown, pecking at the cubs tailring, bringing a gently whimper from his lips.

	They sat there for a few seconds, nearly a minute before feeling 3 inches leave him, only to push back in slowly. It certainly hurt, and burned beyond what he'd ever felt, but it was adapted to bit by bit. In, and out, little by little, he grew to enjoy it, tongue even rolling out by pleasure as a special spot inside him was pushed into over and over. Once any trace of pain left the boys face, Ivan would almost grow the most devilish grin in the world, gripping those hips, and slamming back against the knot. Curls cried out, from boy ecstasy, and agony, before feeling his hips bouncing up and down on that member over and over. viciously even, the adult railed his own son to the point of wet, loud 'plop'ing sounds filling the room. His eyes locked on the boys face, enjoying the mis of emotions flooding over him. Soon though, the father would feel his need to finish growing, as he growled, looking at the boys overall frame, as if measuring it up.

	It came without warning, the boys eyes opening for a moment, maw following as if to speak, before feeling a rush of blinding pain, sharp as ever, feeling his hole ripped to fit that huge knot. He cried out, but was muffled by his fathers paw, before feeling a thick, hot fluid gushing into his belly, load after load. He had no clue what it was, mostly because he'd never seen the end of the video. It was weird, but comforting, his pain slowly washing away as a sleepy, drowsy feeling overcame his mind. He was losing conciousness, looking up at his father, who was drooling down onto his face now. He only heard a few words before passing out. 
	"Ahh... Good boy." 			"Wonderful~"
				"I love you~"				"So tight~"
"More~"		"Come on, lets go again~"		"You're amazing, champ~"
		"Come on~"				"You're such a slutty boy~"

	The rest of the night carried on with the boy waking back up, cleaning in his fathers shower, before coming back in, and repeating the process with more excitement, and determination to get better. Hot musk and wet slaps filled the room all night, until both the felines passed out, Curls straddled on his fathers cock, falling asleep with that huge knot in him.

	Morning came around, as the boy giggled, bouncing on his daddy's lap, licking his face. Ivan woke up, looking into his son's face, smiling softly as he came to. He knew last night wasn't a dream, and even if it wasn't, he was glad. "Sleep well, champ?" Ivan asked. Curls giggled and nodded, kissing his daddy on the lips, bringing a soft blush, but an even more eager return of affection to follow.

				The End!