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Written by Choice Cuts Del

Commission for Tomek | May 2021 | 7125 Words

"Mmmm... Smell that, DJ? That's the scent of real American oak." Thock!

"Mmmhmm."

"The whorls in this beauty. You don't get that in European strains." Thock!

"Sure, Dad."

"No telling what this old beauty saw. The moon landing? The Civil War? Maybe even here when our forefathers set foot..." Thock! "...on this great nation."

"Uh-huh..."

"Hey, uh, hand me that level, kiddo." Tomek, the dadly raccoon, smiled a pleased grin as he set his overpowered, pneumatic nailgun down on the floor next to the framework of his brand-new basement bar. He'd been putting off his basement renovation projects since his mid 40's, and now just around 53 years old, his 'build a deck' sense wasn't just tingling. Like a turtle at the spawning season, the fatherly family man practically HAD to off-gas the need to build something, lest he collapse under the weight of his own dad puns into a singularity. Gripping the level out of his rounded-bellied, 28-year-old hog son's hands, Tomek knelt and watched in disbelief as the bubble rocketed off to one side. "...D-DJ! I told you to hold the board straight!"

Tomek's frustrated response was met with a long, slow, raspy sluuuurp as he watched his pink and pudgy adopted son suck down a long drink from a plastic cup. DJ wasn't too keen on helping his dad with the building project. The most the ex-theater nerd had ever truly built was the occasional set piece, nothing nearly as complex as the beautiful bar top, stools and entertainment center that his father had planned. Tomek had to take drastic measures to get his boy to come over and assist, plying him with his favorite blue plastic-flavored alcohol. But by the second glass, the portly raccoon began to grumble at his son's growing lack of attention.

"I did, Dad!" DJ added at last, letting the straw drop out of his flat-snouted muzzle. "...at least I tried to." Shaking his head, Tomek sighed as he held out a paw.

"Get me the claw hammer. I gotta pull these nails out an-" All at once, the tense yet loving afternoon project was shattered as the sound of a slamming door filled the family home, underscored by a long and almost wailing sob. Already on high alert, Tomek immediately put down what he was working with, calling up the open staircase door, "Walker! ...Walker, what's wrong, sweetie?"

For a moment, it sounded as if the sweet Tonkinese cat would storm upstairs in a huff, his paws stomping firm on the floor overhead about where the staircase was located. But after hearing his dad's voice, and pausing to collect himself, the adopted kitty cat slunk back the direction he came, turning down the stairs to the basement. That didn't mean he was in any shape to talk, the 18-year-old cat still streaming with tears down his masked face as he entered the dusty basement. Despite the number of drinks he'd had, DJ was the first to catch his younger brother, holding him tight as the boy collapsed into a mess in his arms.

"I- I- And he... And- And..." Walker stammered out, raising his paw up to face and wiping with his forearm, a balled-up piece of paper sticking out from his pudgy paw pads as he tried to say anything useful. "T- Toby, he... He... He broke up with me..."

The news struck through the room like lightning, the whole family completely unaware that anything was amiss in the pair's young and budding relationship. As Tomek stepped out from behind the half-built bar, he sighed as he reached around his boy, giving him a tight and solid hug.

"Oh, Walker..." He said, resting his whiskered cheek up against the sniveling little kitten. Walker quickly balled up, just like he used to back when he was young, his soft beans kneading against Tomek's grey-furred chest. "I'm so, so sorry..." First love was a minefield for young teens; they always took it so hard when the littlest thing didn't work out. Tomek was even thankful that DJ never really got dumped back in high school, aside from perhaps that one time on Halloween. But as Walker nuzzled into his father's arms, trying to stammer out the story of what happened, the portly pig noticed that odd piece of paper drop from Walker's paw to the floor.

"I- I can't believe he..." Walker growled, balling up his fist and giving a kitten-sized punch to Tomek's chest. "He... He broke up w-with me in a note..." The words came out with a tint of anger to them, almost revulsion as Walker spoke, "H-He said he didn't love me anymore, and didn't want t-to be gay with me, and-and..." DJ's floppy ears perked as he picked up the note off the floor, flattening it out over the edge of the bar before giving it a read. The little piece of lined yellow notebook paper certainly looked like a high school breakup letter. Its contents read like something out of a church-funded teen drama. The words seemed over-dramatic, repetitive about never wanting to see Walker again, with a liberal sprinkling of guilt over the 'lifestyle' he'd been living. But something didn't seem right about the note; the more he read, the more DJ's eyebrows seemed to raise in suspicion.

Toby wasn't the kind of guy to beat around the bush. This was, after all, the alley cat punk who got arrested for breaking the windows of a local business because the owner misgendered him. Said owner also moved out eight months later when a mason jar filled with milk, eggs and dead mice exploded after fermenting inside the building's heating system - likely a parting gift Toby hid the evening he got picked up by the police. Toby also always showed a soft spot for Walker. No matter what, the little kitten was there to pick the glass out of his paws or bandage him up after a scuffle... Come to think of it, Toby got into a lot of scrapes... It's a wonder that he still had clothes to wear after all the times he came by with them ripped up.

Blinking, DJ's tipsy mind suddenly remembered something very important to the breakup timeline. Toby had approached him just the end of last week, asking if DJ could help with his wardrobe. A former theater kid, the porker had just enough knowledge to be dangerous when it came to a sewing machine and a rivet punch. But it wasn't the question, or the fact that Toby felt comfortable enough to ask his boyfriend's older brother to help him apply spikes to his collar, that made DJ pause. He said explicitly that they should do it together next weekend, and asked if he could ship the parts here, because his parents would just throw them out if he got them shipped to his own home. It didn't make sense that he would break up with Walker after spending money on the project just half a week ago.

Giving Walker a pat on the back, DJ stuffed the crumpled letter into his pocket, his snout twitching softly as he spoke over Walker's incoherent snivels. "Dad, take care of the lil' kitty, I'm going to go have a talk with Toby... And his family." Sauntering towards the staircase, DJ turned abruptly on his heels and pointed a hoof-tipped finger at Tomek. "And no liquor!"

The moment DJ was out of earshot, Tomek propped Walker up, before reaching out to pop open the mini fridge. "Well... You heard him. No liquor, so I suppose a beer will have to do to drown your sorrows, kiddo."

1473 Terrace Brook Park. The good side of town. Not to say that DJ grew up in squalor, but the homes over by this area were always so well-manicured, and the police were always so attentive to folks who 'didn't belong' there. Parking a decent way off on the adjoining street, DJ could already hear the sounds of yelling voices. He couldn't make out what was said, but the raspy and throaty voice was definitely Toby's. Stepping off the sidewalk on the adjoining street, the pudgy hog pretended to be a wild boar as he cut through the adjacent yard and into the thick hedgy undergrowth. It took a little work to wedge himself through the topiaries and long blade grasses, but soon DJ had taken up a prime position overlooking the feline family's backyard.

Almost immediately, DJ realized he was watching a familial meltdown, the buzzed boy quickly reaching for his phone so he could record everything. Toby stood upon the patio, distraught and gesturing emphatically with his arms. On the other side of the yard, Mr. Katts stood at the mouth of a large stone hearth, the mid-40s tabby cat growling and hissing aloud as he upturned a hamper of clothes onto the grill grate. Multiple garbage bags of personal effects and clothing lay at his feet, including what appeared to be books and magazines. DJ couldn't quite figure out what he was doing, until a bottle of lighter fluid was produced. Toby could only watch from afar, kept at bay by an irate and hissing Mrs. Katts, as his father soaked and doused his clothes.

"Dad, stop!" Toby spat, scowling as he paced upon the patio. "You can't do this to me! I'm eighteen! I'm an adult!"

"Go back inside, Tabatha," the older man snarled, the deadname taking DJ aback as he heard it for the first time. "You're going to regret bringing your sin into this house."

"Like I fucking asked to be born to this life. I swear if you light my shit on fire-"

"Ugh, your vulgar mouth, Tabatha," the missus gnashed, her mottled, striped fur standing on end as she stepped forwards to give Toby a push backwards towards the door. "Don't make this any harder on us than it is."

"Harder than it is?!" Toby took a swipe with his claws, growling, "You're the ones trying to deprogram me!"

"It feels like we've already lost our sweet daughter..." Mr. Katts said, flat and cold as he struck a barbecue match. Without any warning, the tabby cat tossed the light down upon the pile of clothes, a sudden plume of thick and oily smoke rising on the gout of fire as nylon melted and denim charred. "I won't let some queer cult brainwash my baby girl."

Tongues of flame licked into the air, the little wisps reflected in Toby's eyes as his father hefted up another bag and dumped the contents onto the fire. For a split moment, he could see years of his life sitting atop the flaming pile of clothes. Diaries upon diaries where he'd examined and re-examined his own identity and sense of self. Art supplies and doodle pads where he'd learned to express himself. Even a few erotic books that helped him come to terms with his own sexual desires. Toby had hoped he'd hidden them away carefully; obviously he wasn't careful enough. He never expected his parents to remove every last item from his room, nor for these treasured pieces of his life to turn into a bonfire of the vanities. As the flame took hold around the edges, Toby could hardly hold back tears while his life, his story, went up in smoke.

"You're fucking insane!" Toby screamed, turning about on his heels as he dove a hand in his pocket, pretending to storm back inside while palming his cell phone. He was halfway through dialing 911 when the cat felt a sudden weight upon both his shoulders. A fling of fur and spit erupted as Mrs. Katts clawed at Toby for the phone, practically slamming him into the sliding glass door before she could wrench the device clean from his paws.

"Oh no. You're not calling anyone." Holding her grip upon Toby's collar, Mrs. Katts whipped her arm to the side, sending the fragile cell phone skittering off the brick chimney. As the device shattered into a million pieces, Toby's mom forced him back towards the house. "You're going to wait in your room until the folks from Rainbow Crossing Church Camp come get you."

"Th-This is kidnapping! I'm an adult!" Toby screamed, hoping someone, anyone, might hear. Instead, his father just coldly threw another bag of his belongings onto the fire.

"We're only doing what's best for you, Tabatha... You brought this filth into our home, we're going to cleanse it from you. They're going to cleanse it from you. They know how to keep you until you no longer believe in that brainwashed bullshit."

"...no longer believe in that brainwashed bullshit." Mr. Katts's voice echoed through tinny phone speakers, resonating off the half-finished walls and woodwork in the basement. DJ sent off the video as quick as he could, making sure that his dad and his little brother got to see and hear everything. As Walker sat with his dad on the old basement couch, wiping the tears away from his eyes, the little kitten seemed stunned as he tried to put together what he'd just listened to.

"W-wait... Dad... Does this mea-" The Tonkinese cat began, only to swallow his words when his gaze turned up to his father's face. Tomek stared straight ahead, paws clenched as he breathed slow and steady through flared nostrils. The dadly raccoon seemed to lose all his soft edge, a cold washing over his body as he mentally appraised the situation. After what felt like an eternity of tense quiet, Tomek placed both paws on his knees and lifted himself from the sofa.

"Walker," he began, whiskers twitching as he started towards the staircase, "I need you to follow me." Footsteps were all that could be heard as Tomek led his youngest son up to the big master bedroom, the usually shy kitten unable to break his father's silence. Swinging open his closet door, the raccoon got down on all fours and scooted himself forward, sighing as he pushed aside a few old fur coats and disused formalwear that hung on hooks overhead. "You remember when I said that I get those cravings?"

"...uh, yeah, you get the Meat Sweats, Dad... What's that got to do wi-" Walker's comment was quickly cut short as a few items came whizzing over Tomek's shoulder. An ancient bowling trophy, a box of old photographs, two cans of Devin that he'd stashed away for an emergency; Tomek didn't seem to care about any of them, nor that they came dangerously close to hitting Walker.

"I, uh... Yeah," the raccoon grumbled as he gripped something tight. "It's, um... It's a spontaneous thing. But it's not entirely spontaneous." Edging backwards, Tomek began to haul a large canvas duffel bag out from the closet. "When I get hungry, I start to plan. And when I plan, I, uh... I put things together." Turning on his heels, Tomek hefted the eight-foot-long, three-foot round duffel across the room, forcing Walker to catch it in his arms. The container landed with a heavy clank, the ends pouched out with various heavy, irregular, and clearly metal objects that made the bag awkward to hold.

"Dad?" Walker asked with a hard swallow, eyes tracing down to a tag that simply read 'Party Toys' scrawled in black sharpie. "What... What is all this?"

"We're gonna go get Toby out of this mess before his family can hurt him." Tomek hardly broke his stern face as he headed back towards the door, pausing only long enough to add, "And, uh, don't worry, that bag wasn't for your brother. I uh... Put it together when I was going through a rough spot and in the mood for a cute elk boy who kept jogging in the neighborhood. Wanted to do awful, awful things to him... Don't worry, he's still alive... though, uh, not kicking... or jogging anymore..." Walker could only nod in agreement even if he didn't quite understand the lengths to which his dad might go when his hunger knew no bounds. It would seem those lengths went double for protecting his family, even if they were in-laws.

Ding-Dong! Mr. Katts sighed as he stood from the kitchen bar stool, the fancy and upscale home shimmering and clean despite the arguments that had preceded the day. Sighing, the feline hefted himself to his feet, swilling the last of a large glass of wine to calm his nerves. "I suppose that's the folks from Rainbow Cro-" Before the mottled furred feline could finish his sentence, a sudden crash filled his ears. Turning just in time to see the wooden door shattered off its hinges, the tabby's fur stood on end as wood dust and splinters flew about the entryway, wreathing a steely-gazed Tomek.

"See, boys?" Tomek's stern look melted away to a flicker of glee as he dropped the pocket battering ram to the floor. "You need to put your weight through the door, not against it." Stepping inside the family's foyer, licking his lips as a fire seemed to erupt in his eyes as his face met the terrified tabby cat's. As DJ and Walker scooted in behind him, Tomek only added a quick, "Go get Toby, okay?"

"Wh- Who?! Wha-" Mr. Katts sneered at the chunky raccoon, slightly older than him, yet far more physically imposing than the lithe and money-softened feline. It didn't help that Tomek had changed out his clothes for a more imposing look, going shirtless up top and wearing the old pair of tactical pants he'd stashed in the duffel bag. Somehow, they still fit around his waist, even if he couldn't fully close the fly. An array of barely legal items hung off the multitude of pockets and straps on the pants; flex cuffs, pepper spray, a stun gun, and a bottle of poppers completed the look of Tomek's wildest fantasy from his early-30's. And as the fatherly Procyon strode through the house, his gleeful smile signaled he was giddy at the chance to finally use it again.

"Hiya," Tomek smiled with a sort of joy not usually reserved for meeting the in-laws. "Jacob, is it? You can call me Tomek, but before the night's out you're gonna call me daddy too." The tabby seemed utterly confused at what was happening, unable to react as Tomek popped free his stun gun from his pocket. Jamming the hand-sized tool hard between the feline's thighs, forcing the leads to jab into the cat's cock, Tomek wrapped an arm tight around Mr. Katts's shoulders. Planting his muzzle up against the twitchy kitty's ear, he growled, "Usually the son asks for the hand in marriage..." Squeezing the button, Tomek braced Toby's dad against his chest as the electric shock caused his legs to drop out from under him. "...But since I'm the one who runs that goddamn queer brainwashed home, I like to do things different." The crackle of electricity finally broke with the housecat's yeowling screech as Tomek snarled, "I'm here to make sure your son'll survive to take mine in marriage."

Feline hisses and sputters lilted up to the second floor as DJ and Walker made their way to Toby's room. Though Walker had never been to his boyfriend's house, he could rather easily figure out where Toby was being kept. It was hard to miss the sounds of Toby's cursing voice kicking off from the other side of the door at the end of the hall. The young tabby was alerted to the sounds of his dad's pained meows, and started banging on his locked door in a bid to be heard, or possibly to join in on the action. Thankfully, they didn't need the crowbar the pair had brought along - Mr. Katts had simply reversed the door lock, imprisoning his son in his room, but leaving it easily openable from the outside. The moment the door flung open, Toby practically fell face first into Walker's arms, the riled up tabby cat melting into his lover's paws as the two reunited at long last.

"T-Toby!" Walker gasped aloud, his eyes blinking back the start of tears as his lover nuzzled his head against his chest. "Please... Please tell me you're okay... And- and that you're not-"

Mooshing a paw against the Tonkinese's muzzle, Toby shook his head, "You dork, don't you say it..." With a sigh, the tabby folded his arms in front of him, looking down at the floor, a bit shyly as he added. "I, uh... I'm as fine as I can be." The screeches from downstairs grew even louder, the sounds of Mrs. Katts putting up more of a fight than her husband underscored by the hiss of pepper spray. "They... they were gonna-"

"I know..." It was Walker's turn, placing his brown socked paw up to Toby's muzz, stopping him from having to relive the worst of his experience. The whole time, DJ stood guard over the two, holding the crowbar in hand, trying to act the part of hired muscle. Of course, he couldn't help but peer over Toby and Walker to investigate the bleak bedroom the little cat had been locked up inside. Every shred of Toby's personality was ripped from his place of sanctity; posters, books, and clothing, right down to the pair on his back.

"Geeze, how long has this been going on?" DJ asked aloud, glancing down the hallway as the sound of maniacal laughter echoed up the stairs, a certain sick glee as Tomek got to have his fun.

"Since the weekend," Toby sighed, relaxing his paws as Walker gave his lover a closer look over, making sure he wasn't hurt anywhere. "Mom went into my room looking for something and found one of my diaries, and it was all downhill from there."

"Heh heh heh..." Tomek's voice carried up the staircase, "Hey boys, you alright up there?"

"Yeah, Mr. T," Toby called out, knowing his voice was the one he needed to hear. "I'm alright."

"Well, come on downstairs, I got something to show you!" Emerging from the stairwell, Toby was practically taken aback as he saw his parents strung up tight with zip-ties and flex cuffs. The two were situated back to back, squirming and wriggling as they knelt on the oversized leather sofa. A cotton rag, held in place with a zip tie, was a fine gag to ensure their cries didn't get too loud. Tomek had certainly taken his fun out on the family; tears streaked down Mrs. Katts's face, while Mr. Katts was still bent forward from the gut-wrenching pain of having his balls shocked. Yet it wasn't what the protective raccoon had done to them that caught Toby off guard. The living room coffee table was covered in all sorts of tools. The gleaming metal items were not simply dumped out either, it was as if the hard-working father had carefully placed each one in its spot, arranged in a fashion that would strike the most fear into his captives. "Ahh, there he is."

"D-Dad?" Walker swallowed hard as he took in the scene. "What is all this? You... you said we were going to get Toby and-"

"I might have lied juuuust a little bit..." Tomek said with a grin as he picked up a set of pliers off the table, casually rubbing the head against Mr. Katts's face, eliciting a worried meow from his gagged mouth. "It's important we welcome our in-laws into the family, isn't it?" Licking his muzzle, Tomek chuckled as he slipped the pliers between the tabby cat's jaws, clenching on one of his sharp eye teeth. "But I don't think we're going to get along very well, when they're such closed-minded..." Tomek's paw squeezed down on the pliers, the growing pressure forcing the feline to mewl and struggle. "...bigoted, cruel and heartless..." DJ winced as he watched Tomek jiggle the handle, Walker's jaw dropping as his Dad tortured the captive cat. "...selfish and self-righteous!" A thick, pulpy rip accompanied Mr. Katts's cry as Tomek held out the tooth in front of his wife's face. "...well, in my household, we've got a place even for the cruellest of people." Turning to Toby, Tomek gestured to the table full of tools, smirking as he added, "How about you let your folks know how bad it hurt. Everything they said and did to you."

For a brief moment, Toby stood in stunned silence, his usually mouthy attitude mute with confusion and fear. A fear that melted away as everything came back to him. Taking a step forward, then two, Toby let his paw to run over a few of the tools, as if appraising each one. Allowing his parents time to see the deliberation, their wriggling struggles growing more frantic as they begged and pleaded for him not to do it. There would be no reprieve though, as Toby finally made his decision. Picking a butane torch off the table, the little tabby cat turned the knob, causing a gout of fire to shoot forth from the tip, ending in a thin point. This was only stopped by Tomek, who snatched away the tool from the little firebug.

"Woah woah, hang on kiddo..." He exclaimed, turning off the nozzle. "No fire just yet... We don't want to burn their pelts off. Let's skin'em first, then we can go to town with the fire."

"What?" Toby asked with a goofy little grin, smiling as he stared into the eyes of his sweet lover.

"Oh nothing," Walker replied, the little Tonkinese resting his head on his tabby's chest, staring up with googly eyes that practically screamed young love.

"No, really, what is it?" Toby smirked as he rubbed his face, wondering if he had something stuck to his whiskers.

"I'm just looking at your eyes, sweetie." Walker smiled, leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on his tabby's neck, a gentle purr rumbling up from his chest as he did. "They're pretty."

"Pfft," he chuckled in reply, rolling his eyes as he added, "I suppose."

Walker suddenly reached up, placing his paws firmly on Toby's shoulders, the rumble in his chest turning to a sensual growl. "Pretty sexy." Before the tabby could react, Walker pressed his muzzle to his lover's stealing a kiss from him as he did.

"Mnnpfh! Mnnnn!" Toby didn't seem to mind, his muzzle parting as Walker leaned in to make out with his boyfriend. That didn't last for too long, as Toby gave his lover a little push with the pads of his paws. In response, Toby got plapped on the face with one of Walker's paws, causing the tabby's hackles to raise. Hissing and spitting, the two cats wrestled back and forth for a moment as they tumbled about on the sofa, only for Toby to lose his footing and fall ass-first on the floor.

Walker deftly pounced atop his lover, pinning his shoulders down to the floor, "My, my, such a mean little alley cat... Put in his place by a domestic boy like me." Toby could feel more than just hot breath washing over his muzzle, the tabby gasping as Walker began to grind his hips down against him. But instead of excitement, Toby seemed a touch uneasy as he lay under Walker's grip.

"Uh... Hun?" Toby gulped, glancing to the side, "I uh... I'm not really sure about-"

"What's wrong?" The triumphant Tonkinese smirked, grinding himself harder into his lover's hips. "Can't take a strong feline turning you on your back?"

"Uh... I mean... I'm..." Toby's eyes darted to the left, then to the right, before he looked Walker in the face, "I'm not sure I'm comfortable, y'know... Doing it... While my parents watch."

It was then that Walker glanced up from his sexual conquest. Looking over his tabby lover's shoulder, he found himself staring face to face with Mr. Katts. Or at least, staring at what was left of Mr. Katts's face. The once affluent and self-righteous feline seemed far more accepting of his boy's life, if only because a cat-skin rug couldn't hold any bigoted beliefs. His mouth lay slightly agape, the skull preserved under the facial fur to give it a little heft and form. This of course served dual purposes, as the feline's jaws sat propped open, a well-loved silicone stroker toy jammed between the sharp teeth. The rest of his body, which had been carefully flensed, flattened and preserved, lay quiet and still on the ground, covering a rough area of five feet by three feet, limbs splayed outwards spread-eagle and ending in rounded weighted bean bags where the paws had once been. It wasn't simply that his father's remains were watching, but they would be an active participant. Toby lay atop the mottled black-and-orange furred rug, his own soft and supple fluff blending nicely with that of his father's fur.

Of course, the cat skin rug wasn't the only family member that decorated the finished basement. Tomek's dadly drive to build his cellar took an unexpected design turn when two cat's worth of fur, flesh and bones became available for use. The diffused mood lighting cast a gorgeous, almost tortoise shell look over so much tabby fur. Fur-upholstered bar stools stood in a neat row underneath the resin-filled bar-top, bits of bone and meat preserved underneath the clear epoxy like a grotesque Eye-Spy. Top shelf liquor bottles were capped off with cozies made from Mrs. Katts's paws, while the lower shelf offerings were lewdly covered with pour spout tabs made from each of her many nipples. It was a surreal sight, to be surrounded by his family, yet Toby didn't seem entirely uneasy about their presence. After all, they had attempted to kidnap him, and had spent most of his living life torturing his dysphoria.

"Oh don't worry about them, kiddo." The fatherly voice of Tomek startled both boys. The raccoon had so rudely barged in on the pair while Toby and Walker were tumbling about in playful paw-bapping. Fixing up two cocktails, he casually fondled the pert and perky nipple capping off one of DJ's favorite blue liquors. "Think of them as part of the family now... Y'know, like you are."

"That..." Toby furrowed his brow as he tried to form a response, "That doesn't help the situa- hey!" The comment was cut off as Walker cupped Toby's chin, catching his muzzle and forcing the boy to kiss once again. This time, it was accompanied by harder grinding, Walker's arousal swollen out in his pants as he teased and toyed with his love.

"After all, we gotta welcome you right, don't we?" Tomek winked a little, finishing up a heavy pour of plasticky blue while his paw reached down to grope at his own pants, the chunky raccoon unable to help but enjoy his young lovers getting frisky before him.

"I- I..." Toby sputtered for a moment before giving in, losing himself in the kiss. Walker's paws stroked down the boy's body, a warm sigh escaping his nose as he felt up Toby's groin, the softest moist spot growing between his thighs, soaking into the fabric of his ripped jeans. "H-hey, you're n-not..." Walker simply smirked, licking his chops before planting a paw firm on Toby's hip. For a moment the two tussled like alley cats, Toby exclaiming a few yeowling remarks about how he's a top, and failing that, demanding Walker give him his butt. But after a moment of playful wrestling, Toby found himself face-down on the cat skin rug, grunting as his victorious boyfriend gave a firm tug to his waistband, dropping Toby's pants and underwear in one yank. "Hmpfh!"

"What?" Walker chuckled, allowing his paws to rub down the cleft of Toby's ass, teasing his touch down the boy's soft and supple lips. It wasn't until he reached Toby's cock, however, that the feisty feline's mood melted. Under his parents' roof, he'd not had access to surgery or puberty blockers, but that didn't mean Toby didn't work with what he had. Mail order T pills and frequent pumping gave him a sizeable shaft to work with, one that Walker was highly familiar with. Shuddering, Toby couldn't help but perk his tight little ass upwards, tail gently curling about Walker's arm as encouragement for him to keep going.

Yet before Toby could react, he found his lidded eyes open just in time to see the looming form of Tomek, the fatherly raccoon massaging his beer can shaft through the open fly in his jeans. "Uhh... Mr. T?" Toby swallowed hard, shuddering as he felt Walker's paws grope and toy, playing with both his folds and his shaft.

"S'alright, kiddo," Tomek chuckled as he added, "Things are a little loose around here." Crooning back over his shoulder, Tomek called, "Hey DJ! Why don't you come get your drink, and you can help welcome Toby to the family!" Toby's rounded little cookie ears splayed out to both sides as he realized he was about to become the center of a family orgy. One that somehow also included his own family. Yet, despite the surreal situation, he couldn't help but feel a pang of pleasure welled up deep inside of him. Perhaps it was the whiplash of acceptance? Perhaps it was his own eager lust, urged on by Walker's skilled paws. As Tomek gave a little 'up' signal with his hand, Toby found himself nodding, mouth hanging agape as he propped up on hands and knees. Just as DJ stepped into the room, he got the perfect view of his father knelt down before Toby's face, tapping his thick cock against the kitty's muzz.

"Oh hey," the pudgy porker exclaimed as he watched his father take a swig from his cocktail, his hand casually guiding his fat shaft into Toby's muzzle. "Are we giving Toby an official welcome?" He didn't need more affirmation than the low grunt Walker made as he ground his shaft up and against his lover's supple folds. His little brother might not have been the most comfortable fucking his boyfriend amidst the rest of his family, but it was a right of passage of sorts in Tomek's home. Besides, there was no harm in spicing up their family time.

Swigging back a slug from his drink, DJ didn't seem to hesitate as he stepped up to Toby's side, groping at his thick and meaty shaft through his underwear. Unfastening his pants, DJ got the perfect view of his younger brother working himself into Toby's supple folds. Letting a soft huff escape his snout, DJ dropped his pants down around his ankles just as Walker finished working himself into his lover's hole, the Tonkinese wrapping his arms around Toby's body so he could jerk off the eager little cat all the while. Surrounded by his new family, and laid atop his old, the tabby groaned around Tomek's shaft as he felt himself being used from all angles.

"Mmm... Greedy mouth you got there, kitten," Tomek growled, one of his thumbs nudging Toby's floppy ear back, causing the feline to lift his gaze upwards. He nodded in agreement, demure and happy as he suckled on his boyfriend's dad's shaft. Working his tongue along the length of his father-in-law's cock, Toby tried not to get distracted by DJ's hooved paw bumping and jostling against him with each tug on his own arousal. The slightly annoying sensation of being jerked off over, especially when he noticed DJ started leaving little dribbles of precum on his back, melted away as Walker wiggled his shaft inside his lover, before sensually starting to hump and grind inside of him.

"Ohhh..." Walker whispered softly, his paw tugging and groping along Toby's cock, the drooling dribbles of warm fluids soaking his pads as he did. "That's my sweetie cat... Feels good, doesn't it?" He got his answer when Toby began to grind backwards, thrusting his hips in time with his lover's forward motion. As much as he put focus into servicing Tomek's shaft, Toby's energy was quickly absorbed trying to pleasure his boyfriend. Each stroke sent shudders down the tabby cat's spine, coaxing him to relax and take it like a good boy should.

Of course, Tomek wouldn't let himself be ignored; the pudgy raccoon spent plenty of time in orgies in his day. He knew when he wasn't getting the pleasure he was owed. Gripping his son's lover tighter against the muzzle, Tomek thrust his hips forward, grunting as he shoved his thick cock along the boy's tongue and down his throat in a single forceful jab. "Mnnnpgh! There we go, kitten..." Tomek snorted through his snout, nostrils flaring as he buried Toby's nose deep in his coarse pubic fur. "Mmm... Such a good little slut." Toby groaned as his nostrils filled with Tomek's scent, the warmth of his musky groin filling the tabby's nose and clouding his mind all the same.

Tomek might not have been Walker's biological father, but Toby found his scent, and the scent of his two boys, almost comforting. Almost. Walker seemed to have a more prey-ish scent about him, closer to the farm-boy musk of DJ. It was comforting, gentle, and distinctly feline. Tomek might have smelled comforting too, but there was a distinct edge of predator to his body odor. And as the dadly raccoon's fat fingers drummed along the back of his slut's head, Toby came to realize that his lover's dad was exercising that predatory nature on him now.

"Go on, boy," Tomek growled, his hips beginning to pound forward in soft and squishing thrusts. "Choke on it for me. I want to feel you beg me for air with your tongue." Toby's nostrils flared, unable to take a breath in as the thick raccoon wedged his beer can cock deeper with each rock of his hips. For a brief moment, Toby panicked, his lungs burning with need, causing his throat and his snatch to clench down with equal intensity.

"Shhhh..." Despite the blood pounding in his ears, Toby could hear his lover shushing him from behind. In between slapping his hips against his boyfriend's ass, Walker was hissing through his muzzle for Toby to relax, trying to help him lose himself in the growing lust the orgy all around him. It wasn't an easy sell, but Toby also knew when to accept his lover's suggestions. With a little grunt, the spit-roasted tabby closed his eyes, allowing himself to settle in. Nothing else mattered... Nothing else but the pleasure swelling around him. "There we go, kitten..." Walker groaned, shuddering as he felt his lover squeeze down just a little harder, trying to milk him for all he was worth.

Hot and heavy, the family orgy overwhelmed Toby's senses, the warmth and sweat of so many bodies surrounding him melding into a heady mixture of need and lust. Despite the growing burn in his chest, Toby did his best to give his family the warmth they deserved for rescuing him. Gripping his paws tight against the cat skin rub beneath him, a low rumble welled up in the tabby's chest as he felt the growing lust, throbbing in his throat and loins. Clenching his eyes tight, Toby was given the slightest of reprieves, a wet breath hissing out his nose to refill his lungs before the final push.

Tomek only allowed the one breath before closing off his throat once again. Groaning as he pounded harder with each thrust, the raccoon's hips crushed into Toby's nose, his fat nuts tapping the tabby's chin with each thrust. Despite the incessant throb in his throat, the eager tabby couldn't ignore the welling need in his loins. As Walker jerked and tugged on his eager cock, Toby started having trouble keeping his knees up, the little kitten mewling in his chest as his arousal grew. Walker, of course, was in a perfect place to hold him up, the Tonkinese kinking his arm a little awkwardly to brace his lover tight and keep his pert little ass at just the right angle. Plunging deep, Walker drove himself home into Toby's folds, panting as he pushed to consummate his love.

It wasn't the first time they did, of course. Walker and Toby explored each other's bodies plenty since they had begun to date. But amidst the heady orgy, the two sweet cats would collide in the deepest show of their love. It was Toby who would break first, his body quivering as his lover's attention finally paid off. With quickening breath, the tabby shivered as his excitement boiled over. Clenching down tight on Walker's cock, the spit-roasted kitten grunted around Tomek's shaft as an orgasm rocked his body. Hot juices flooded out around his lover's knob as Toby's loins clamped down tight, hips quivering in involuntary bliss. It was enough to milk Walker's own arousal, the Tonkinese gasping as he repositioned a cum-slick hand onto Toby's back just as his orgasm spattered deep into his lover's folds.

Tomek felt the little kitten's throat squeeze tight, nostrils flaring as he smelled the scent of cum heavy on the air. It was like a shark to water, and as he jammed his cock forward into Toby's throat, there would be no holding back. Toby got his reward for being such a good boy, a seething hot load of his father-in-law's cum spraying straight down his throat. With a level of demure obedience not seen from the tabby's brash and bold demeanor, the kitten swallowed every last drop. Only once Tomek withdrew from the boy's mouth did Toby breathe again, his tongue lapping softly at the man who'd saved his life, and his relationship.

For once, Toby felt more than just safety and care. He felt loved... Like he truly belonged.

"Unnngh!" Toby blinked as a sudden and gushing torrent of cum spattered out over his back, DJ's gooey mess coating him in thick ropes of cum... It must have been true, what they said about pigs and their seemingly endless orgasms... But he couldn't help but smile, coated and filled on all sides from cum. Clenching his paws softly on his father's pelt, Toby moaned to himself as he felt the warm cum dribble and drool down his body, collecting in both his and his father's fur. It would take a lot of grooming to get it out of his fur, but he certainly didn't care. Especially as he felt Walker's cum-slick paws begin to caress his folds yet again. Toby allowed himself melt into the supple touch, his lover absentmindedly using the mélange of cum as lube as he fingered over his sweetheart's most tender spots. It just felt right.

Laid out upon his old family, Toby knew he would always belong in his new family.

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