FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Written by Choice Cuts Deli

Commission for Tomek | November 2021 | 6229 Words

"Alright, Sir, I just sent you a link to reset your account password," sighed the cream-and-brown furred feline into his one-eared headset, resting his boxy muzzle in his dark-furred paw as he tried not to sound too disinterested.

"Lessee..." the clearly late-middle-aged voice on the other end grunted. A long pause followed before the voice's owner asked, "You said to my email?"

Blinking, Walker sat up in his chair, the Tonkinese crossing a foot under the crook of his knee as he tried to make sense of the response. "Yes, to the email your company has on file with us." Information technology help desk work was not exactly what Walker hoped for when he and his tabby cat husband Toby got married a little over a year ago. But with a litter of kittens on the way, and Toby working on his college degree, it was up to Walker to make ends meet while his husband took care of the kids, and cobbled together enough night school credits to snatch that piece of paper. The job did not pay well; the company farmed out low level IT support as the lowest bidder. But Walker tried to scratch out every bit of experience he could get in the hopes of building up a resume. They needed it. Walker was insistent on leaving his father's house after the fallout from his older brother's death, even if a one-bedroom shithole apartment ate up almost all the couples' spending money.

"Oh, I don't know my email password," the haughty C-level executive chuckled through the phone. Walker could practically imagine the 60-something man's jowls flapping as he spat droplets of saliva onto his Blackberry. "Can't you just do it for me?"

"Sir, I can't do that, it's a secu-"

"Just make it something liiiiike... I Eat Pork Ass 6 9 6 9?"

"S- Sir I can't..." Walker huffed, snorting out his snout as he glanced down at his watch. Another five and a half hours of this nonsense. "I'm not allowed to change your password. Or even hear it."

"Oh wait! Maybe that IS my password. Hang on let me try that..."

"I said I can't..." Glancing over his shoulder to make sure his boss wasn't listening in, Walker grabbed a piece of paper and pen, jotting down the very pointed string of letters and numbers in case he needed to reference them later. "Fine. Can you try it and tell me if that gets you in?"

"You know, you got a sweet-sounding voice," the crass executive grunted. Walker huffed as he slipped his headset off, the sound of the exec's fingers clicking the physical buttons on his phone resonating in his ears like the entire cast of STOMP being thrown into a wood chipper. "You ain't a pig yerself, are you, boy?"

"I'm not," Walker replied flatly, tapping the mute button as he drawled a long meow of agony under his breath.

"Weeeeell, I got me a hot little hog I love seein' on the side." The typing came to a stop at last, allowing Walker to put his headset back on. "The missus wouldn't approve but I like 'em young and dumb and raised for meat. Kinda reminds me of you, boy." The insinuation did not sit well with Walker, the feline trying his best to not take it personally. "Maybe its yer cadence or something, like ya grew up around pigs."

"I can't imagine. Did the password work, Sir?" Walker hissed, his hackles slowly raising and fur fluffing up on edge as he tried to wrestle the conversation back.

"Naw. That didn't work. Computer still won't let me in." Walker blinked, ears flattening as an ugly snort escaped the Tonkinese cat's muzzle, his eyes widening at the customer's sheer incompetence.

"Co- Computer? ...You... You aren't even logged in to your computer?"

"Nope! I don't even know my phone passcode. I used the emergency call function to get in touch with y'all. I don't need to think about that stuff, I PAY you people to do that for me!" The more the man yammered on, the more Walker felt his fur bristle as he stared blankly at the screen. "You sure you ain't like... a pig's brother 'er something? You sound exactly like my little oinker runt does! Specially when I tell him he's gonna be the big pork roast at my 40th anniversary celebration!"

CRACK! Walker swallowed hard as his eyes turned down to his paw. The plastic pen he was holding had just snapped in two from the seething rage building up in his itty bitty kitty body. Staring down blankly at the gooey blue ink that stained his paw, the feline snarled as he slammed the shattered plastic tube down upon the desk. Standing from his chair, Walker growled, "You goddamn useless boomer!" Closing his eyes, Walker's mind flooded back to that fateful day, standing wide-eyed before his father as his best friend and brother was parted out around him. "You..." He hissed, cutting off the corporate big-wig as he stammered like a buffoon on the other end of the call. "Too fucking privileged to think of anything other than your fat-ass hunger because someone else will take care of it for you." Gritting his teeth Walker slapped his computer monitor, smearing blue ink across the screen as the words slipped out of his mouth. "You're the reason he's dead..." Tears finally caught up to the sweet little Tonkinese, dripping in hot torrents down his face. Sucking in a deep breath, Walker only clarified with, "People like you... Dad..."

Lifting his head, Walker pursed his muzzle as he felt the weight of the call center staring at him. All conversations silent, including a very confused manager. Only then did it don on him to disconnect the call.

"Shh, shh, it's alright sweetie," Walker smiled softly as he gently tucked the plastic nipple of a bottle next to the rounded little moon face of a not-quite-one-year-old kitten, the little tabby-furred kitten's smiling muzzle surrounded by a decidedly Tonkinese point that burnished its blinky little eyes and snout with an amber champagne coat. Pursing his muzzle softly, Walker sighed as he watched the cutie make faces, suckling about the air until it managed to catch the nipple in its needle-teethed grip. "There we go. Daddy did pretty good on the warmth, huh, buddy?" Nestled in next to its littermates, the three little kittens swaddled in plush wrappings, the comfy cat cozied up to eat while suckling idly on the bottle.

Sighing softly, twenty-year-old Walker finally turned his attention from his little bassinet full of joy, back to his own little one-bedroom slice of heaven. A slice of heaven if heaven had a slum. Sure, by now he was used to the radiator ticking constantly, or the busted florescent light in the hallway that would give even Pennywise a seizure. But as he settled back on his bed, the bed that doubled for a couch and tripled for a kitchen table, Walker could not help but think he only had one blessing to count for the day. Walker's boss told him to take today and tomorrow off, genuinely concerned at the outburst he heard, even if he did not understand the trauma that prompted it. The least the Tonkinese cat could help his husband without worrying about waking up at 5:30 tomorrow. Tonight was one of Toby's night school days, which meant he only had one responsibility; make sure the kiddos didn't die for a few hours. Easy enough. Except when the intrusive thoughts began to creep into Walker's head. Sauntering back over towards his marital bed, Walker tried to keep them at bay. But soon the thoughts turned to a conversation, first in his mind, and then aloud.

"Dad, I don't think..." Walker grunted aloud to himself, reaching down to grab the remote control for the chunky CRT situated precariously on the couples' flatpack dresser. "Dad, I don't think you understand," he reiterated to his invisible adversary, the TV landing on some insipid local commercial for the Celhog Chophouse. The name alone causing the cat to furrow his brow at the restaurant's tacit involvement in his brother's death. "There's nothing left for me. With you. You made that abundantly clear when you..." Standing from the bed as the local business commercial yammered on behind him, Walker began to pace, unhappy with his racing mind as he tried to form a response to a conversation that did not exist. His face contorted in a soft snarl as he growled, "...when you... when you killed-"

A sharp rap caught the anxious feline off guard, the Tonkinese stumbling mid-stride as he heard a soft thudding strike the door. It was gentle enough not to cause the kittens to stir, but loud enough that the raving, anxiety-looped feline halted mid-rant, clearly unable to hide the fact that someone was home. Swallowing, Walker slowly approached the paper-thin chipboard door, throwing the sticky lock before staring the man he was just shadowboxing right in the face.

The middle-aged raccoon had packed on at least a few pounds. A year of family trauma would do that, though; his rounded belly filled out the width of the door with his hefty girth. Tomek tried to force a smile upon his more-salt-than-pepper muzz, but it was clear that the old trash mammal was far out of his element, uncomfortable as he stood in the piss-scented hallway. A hot flush showed through the cream bits of Walker's facial fur, the petrified Tonkinese unable to tell if his father had heard any of the flagellation, he'd just given himself aloud. At long last the raccoon managed to squeak out a soft, "Hey, kiddo."

"D- Dad?" Walker sputtered, despite swallowing most of the air needed to say it, his throat bulging as he raised his muzzle while maintaining wary eye contact with the man he resented.

"Can..." Tomek paused just long enough to cock his head to the side, contemplating his youngest adopted son's face. He'd grown. Sweetened into a sturdy young man, even if it was clear his living situation beat him down. "Can I come in?" he asked at last, wary of any movement from the door that hovered inches from his face. "I just... I just want to..." There it was, the door twitched at first, as Walker tightened his grip. Before he could act, Walker firmly swung the door towards Tomek, attempting to slam it shut in his father's face. Jamming his foot in the door, Tomek growled, "Toby! Toby told me to come! He- He didn't want you to be alone tonight..." Despite the pain throbbing in is foot, Tomek huffed, "He- He told me what happened."

"Wait," Walker blinked, reacting a little too late to save Tomek the trouble of a bruised paw. "He did?" The short pause was followed by Walker opening the door once more. "You keep in touch with Toby?"

"Yeah," the raccoon huffed, his pained grimace fading softly. "We- We have," was all Tomek was willing to offer. For a moment, the pair stood, silent, contemplating each other's presence in the dingy apartment hallway. Walker was the first to cede, cautiously stepping out of the way to allow his father to come inside. Immediately hit with the sour scent of mildew and cheap drywall, the raccoon wrinkled his nose softly as he stepped inside to get a better look at where his boy was living. "He loves you, kiddo," Tomek settled on adding, as he forced a smile across his masked muzzle.

"I... I guess he really was worried..." Walker stammered, slowly closing the door warily, as if he had just watched predatory wolf walk into his home. "I'm- I'm doing alright, though," he lied.

"Well, Toby just wanted me to help. Anything that'll give you the evening off. Clean, relax, watch the little ones... O- Oh! My goodness, are those-?!" In a flash, Tomek's eyes lit up as he spotted the secondhand bassinette sitting in the middle of the couples' one-room apartment. Walker was adamite that Tomek would not be there for the birth of his kittens, which meant Tomek had not seen the little ones until this very moment. Wiggling his pawtips softly in the air, the chunky raccoon swished his tail softly behind him as he walked over to the mewling trio of kittens. Biting his lip, eye tooth snaggling over the edge of his muzzle, Walker rushed as quickly as his paws would carry him to his little kittens' side. Perhaps his mind imagined the worst, that his father might just snap and gobble them up. Or at the very least that he was crassly salivating over the little morsels, all wrapped up like tiny burritos. But to his surprise, or the surprise of his anxiety-riddled mind, Tomek stood with a warm smile on his face, paws resting on the side of the crib in plain view of the happy father. "They're so beautiful," he marveled, eyes twinkling as he stared down into their little faces.

"Y- Yeah, they're our little handful of joy," Walker forced with a half-smile as he turned his attention down to the trio.

"What's their names?" Tomek asked, flipping his wrist to check his watch. "And look at that, 6:30 and they've already finished dinner." Tomek chuckled, reaching out to grab away the empty bottle, before pausing, splaying his fingers in a clear show of restraint. "May I? Lord knows I dealt with your bottle too many times growing up."

"Uhh, yeah, I guess you never really did get to..." Walker trailed off, shyly nodding his assent to the latter question. Blinking as he watched his dad carefully pick up the empties from the crib. "So, on the right over there is Triss," Walker pointed, his smile faltering as he watched his dad give a gentle pet to the little one that shared his and Toby's colorations. "And over here in the middle is Hunter."

"Hunter, eh?" Tomek asked with a broad smile, putting his snoot down close to the striped tabby cat's face. "Awww, they're gorgeous, look at those eyes." Two tiny kitten paws reached out from under the blankets to wrap around their grandfather's snout, Tomek's grin practically beaming from ear to ear... Until he noticed that the little kitten's coloration seemed just a touch too close to his own fur's natural grey. Squinting, Tomek could see the tiniest fade of a mask haloing around the little kitten's eyes. It was feint now, but Tomek knew that when the kitten hit puberty, it would be clear that he and Toby were doing more than family bonding before the couples' marriage. Pulling back from the little kitten in a hurry, Tomek sighed as he decided that would be a problem for Future Tomek to deal with. Casting his eyes down on the last little one, however, he noticed that Walker had placed a paw firmly down upon the little kitten-burrito, his face fallen to a steely neutral.

"And, uh... well... this one's... the runt of the litter, he's a little... delicate." Walker stammered, unable to get a coherent sentence together.

"I mean, so were you, kiddo," Tomek said with a chuckle, his paw reaching out to give the little one a pet on the head.

"I- I don't want you to-" Walker huffed, his grip tightening upon the little one's blanket as the fur on his neck stood on end. "He- He's special to me, Dad." Tomek cocked his head softly, realizing simultaneously just why the little kitten was so important. Unlike the other two, this one had naturally short-cropped fur, fur you could practically see through to the pink flesh underneath. One might easily mistake the little kitten's flattened nose and pointy ears for a cat-pug crossbreed. But Tomek breathed a sigh of relief at his own impropriety when he realized that somewhere along the line, DJ must have had his own fling with Toby.

Wait... Tomek thought to himself as he tried to recall the family's whirlwind past. Do cats gestate longer? Because that'd put Toby right about when we rescued him from his family... and the "welcome to the family" orgy... Blinking, Tomek shook his head, trying not to dwell on how three different people managed to knock up the tabby cat. Turning his eyes towards Walker, the raccoon asked pointedly, "What's his name?"

"Devin James," Walker finally relented, his own son's name halting on his tongue.

"He'd..." Tomek sighed, shaking his head as he tried not to tear up. "He'd be very proud, Walker... Is very proud."

"You..." Walker's head shook softly. "I can't believe you..." His breathing quickened as the feline's fluffy paw finally lifted off the little pig/cat hybrid. Fixing his eyes firmly on his father, Walker hissed, "You- You're acting like it's just okay." Trying his best not to raise his voice in front of the kids, Walker's muzzle curled into a snarl as he turned on his heels, storming the short walk across the room before hanging his head in his paw. It was not like he could go anywhere. Toby took the car today. As a flood of sniffles struck Walker all at once, his welled-up emotions smacking him in the face, Tomek stared down at the confused little piggy-cat. Tugging back the burrito-blanket, he leaned down to give his grandkid a tender kiss on the belly before tugging the blanket back up and tucking it around the little one's ears, so he didn't have to hear what came next.

"Walker," Tomek swallowed, turning his attention to his littlest one. "I... I know I've-"

"Do you?!" Walker's sniffles burst to a sudden flood of tears as the feline dropped to his knees. "Dad... Dad, how could you?"

"Easy, kiddo," Tomek huffed stepping towards his son to try and calm him.

"You knew! You were in on it the whole fucking time! And you- You! You let DJ... Do what he did... You just let my best friend die! My brother! Y- Your s- son!"

"I..." Tomek started, only to pause, wrapping his arms tight around his boy, holding his little Tonkinese kitten as tight as he did that cold December night when he first adopted him. There was nothing he could say. Nothing he could do to stop the thoughts roiling in Walker's mind. But what he could do was listen.

"You- You... You fucking groomed him. Us. You... You never gave- gave us a goddamn- damn... childhood... life..." The words flooded haphazardly between loud snorts and snuffles, a year of pent-up emotion crashing through a lifetime of Walker's life under Tomek's roof. Pursing his muzzle, Tomek just held on tight to weather the storm, every sling and jab hurting deeper than Walker could ever know. "You... You treated h- him like he was meat... Me like meat..." The last insinuation pierced Tomek like a knife, the raccoon's heart thudding hard in his chest as his youngest son accused him of a crime worse than abandonment. Soon the words stopped all together. Walker's sobbing became constant, only punctuated by sharp, deep breaths as if trying to stifle his voice so the kittens would not be startled. By the time he finally broke down, Walker knelt twisted and whimpering on the floor, his hurt father half-stooped over him, holding his son about the shoulders in an awkward half-hug as he wrestled with his own recollection of raising his boy.

Once he was sure his son expended most of the energy built up inside of him, the old raccoon decided to make his move. Plopping his rump down upon Walker's bed, Tomek twisted a little to ease his son off the floor, carefully guiding the broken and quivering cat up. First to his feet, then to sit down on his old man's lap. Even at 20 years old, Walker's slight build fit perfectly in his dad's grip. It was then that Walker, wiping his eyes despite not being done with his sobbing, noticed Tomek was busy scrolling through his phone, the old man's fat fingers casually pulling up a single picture in his photo reel. Tapping the photo, Walker was surprised to see DJ's snout filling most of the photograph. He hardly remembered the day that he and DJ took a selfie together with a huge macaroni card that read 'Happy Labor Day!'

"You know, Walker?" Tomek said at last, handing his phone to his boy so he could gently wipe his eyes. "I... I'm sorry." For a second, Tomek stared into his kitten's eyes, his muzzle faltering as he said, "You... You know enough about me to know that I... I have some urges that I fight. I... I feel like every day I wake up and have to recite the AA Creed just to keep myself from slipping. I keep promising, just like I promised then, just like I promised the day you were adopted... and the day DJ was adopted... I'll be a better dad for you..."

"You..." Walker sniffled, prompting Tomek to put a paw to his muzzle to shush him.

"I... I should have listened more to you. Not... guessed what I thought was right for you. I'm sorry, Walker. I owe you the father you deserved to have." The words hung quietly in the air as Tomek rubbed under his kitten's eyes, the little Tonkinese half-gasping as the weight of his dad's confession hit him like a ton of bricks. "I hope it's not too late to make up for it? I don't think I'm too old to." Walker huffed, perhaps thinking his father was talking about the grandkids. But his expression fell to confusion as he realized Tomek was firmly staring straight into his adopted son's eyes.

"Dad?" Walker asked shyly as he felt his father gently bounce him on his knee, a little smirk crossing the raccoon's face.

"Well, c'mon, Sport," Tomek asked, the cracked smirk growing to a broad grin. "I can't be a supportive dad if we don't start to talk. I want you to show me what you've been up to, kiddo." The confused little feline darted his eyes across the decrepit apartment, unsure exactly what was going on. After a moment of dead air, Tomek shook his head. "C'mon boy. If I'm gonna be a dad, I gotta know more about my boy. Don't make me have to search your bedroom to find out what you like doing, champ. I want to build your trust, not break it." A hot flush rolled across Walker's face as he realized his real-life father, even if adoptive, was trying to roleplay being his daddy. Breath catching in his throat, the Tonkinese cat's jaw slackened in sheer disbelief as he stared into Tomek's eyes. But before he could say anything, Tomek whispered. "It's alright, kiddo... I- I know."

For a moment, Walker wondered if his heart had ceased to beat, a flush of terror running through his face as he realized somehow his deepest desires had slipped to his dad of all people. Was it Toby? Did DJ jot it down in a diary somewhere? But as the seconds passed and the initial fright faded, a thought hit him... Was it really all that wrong? After all, his father came to him. He owed him. He owed him a life on his terms. Shaking his muzzle to break himself out of his own head, Walker decided to lean down, bending at the waist despite knowing he was pressing his denim-covered rump against his father's hips. Bolstered by the fact his father did not push back against him, the nervous little feline carefully pulled a dog-eared shoebox out from under his bed.

Tomek peered down over his boy's shoulder, watching as Walker popped off the lid to reveal a stack of glossy photographs sitting next to an old 35mm camera and a few reels of undeveloped film. "I, uh... I kinda like... photography..." a long pause followed Walker's comment before the boy finished the sentence, "Dad."

"Is this?" Tomek blushed, leaning his muzzle on his boy's shoulder. "Is that my old camera?" Tomek asked with a smile, reaching down to caress the tarnished chrome and questionable plastics. "I didn't think it worked anymore."

"Yeah," Walker smiled as Tomek quickly moved his paw off the prized possession and picked up a few of the photographs. "DJ found it up in the attic when he was packing up for college. I was too young to figure it out, but he said that if it interested me, I should try and clean it up."

"And you got it working again?"

"Yeah," the Tonkinese cat said, fondling the heavy camera in his paws. "Maybe eight months ago? It uh, it took some work. The film advance lever wasn't working, the depth of field scale was off and..." Walker trailed off as he turned the old camera over in his paws, instead turning his eyes up to see Tomek flipping through the glossy photographs he had picked up. "I- I'm sorry, it's... probably too technical."

"No, no... I want to hear what you have to say about it," Tomek said, a warm smile crossing his muzzle. "It's important to you."

In four simple words, Walker felt his fears melt away, a warmth flowing to fill his belly as he nestled up against the man he spent over a year fearing. As the last knot of nerves untangled, Walker closed his eyes and whispered, "I love you, Dad."

"I love you too, kiddo." Flipping to the next photo in his paw, Tomek added, "Always will. ...did you take all of these too?"

"I was just," Walker blinked his eyes, scratching the side of his ear, "fooling around with it."

"No, they're good! I don't... know a lot about composition and lighting and all that, but they look professional." Flipping one more photo, Tomek's jaw dropped as he laid eyes upon a lovely photograph he never expected to see. Toby knelt on the couples' shared bed, with a hefty leather harness fixed tight around his waist. Dressed in a flannel shirt and open-front set of overalls, in a rather stereotyped fatherly sort of dress, Toby seemed practically the perfect stand-in father for Walker's psychosexual needs. The harness held a thick horse-cock dildo, the topmost six inches resting between Walker's ass cheeks in a threatening yet sensual manner. Lowering the photograph, Tomek realized the bottom stack of pictures, hidden by a few artsy test shots, were all pornographic, his boy getting plowed hard in the ass by his husband and their favorite marital aid.

It would seem Walker noticed too, his face hot with embarrassment under his point as he stared blankly down at the campy home-made porn pictures. Fumbling with the camera, the little feline yelped as the heavy object slipped his paws and crashed down into the shoebox, perfectly scattering the remaining photographs all about the floor in the worst possible physics demonstration he could imagine. With ears tucked, Walker whimpered as he bent over at the waist to pick up the mess, only to feel his father's hips rise to meet his own.

"Well look at that, kiddo..." Tomek growled, Walker halting in his tracks as he felt his dad's rising arousal begin to grind against his rump. "I expected better from you, boy. Clean your room and put away your toys is too much for you?"

"D- Dad- dy...?" Walker choked out, his eyes wide as Tomek snaked a paw around his boy's front, gripping him and turning him on his lap. "I- I-"

"Up," Tomek growled. His adopted son quickly stood, Walker's lithe body firmly manhandled to lay over his father's lap. A firm tug at the boy's pants exposed the feline's cream-colored rump, his flicky little tail shoved out of the way just in time for the first open-palmed strike to land hard on those perfectly exposed cheeks. It all happened so fast; Tomek was careful to never spank his boys, which meant that when he did, the hot pawmark burned into his rump caught Walker completely off guard.

"A- Ahhhh!" The Tonkinese cat yelped, gasping as Tomek swatted his rump a second time, the little cat biting his lip at the sudden pain. "P- Papa..."

"No buts, boy," Tomek growled, slowly rubbing his paw over the reddened rump cheeks before him. Unable to help himself, the fatherly raccoon added, "Maybe just one. You gotta learn that when Papa asks you to do something, you do it." A hail of slaps fell upon the boy's supple body, yelps quickly breaking to crying whines as Tomek taught his littlest one a lesson. The pain was real, but also calculated, ensuring that Walker never truly broke down crying. Instead, his quivering body flushed with endorphins, enough to ease Walker's anxiety till he fell into the perfect headspace. "Shhhh... there you go..." Tomek added, along with one last swat for good measure.

"I- I'm s- sorry... Papa..." Walker stammered out, eyes half-clenched as he felt his dad's throbbing arousal press up into his belly. "I... I love you, Daddy."

"Shhhh, I know. I know..." Flipping Walker on his lap, the little cat lay mewling, half-curled on his father's knees, staring up at the broad-shouldered raccoon like a wide-eyed kitten. "Daddy loves you, kiddo." As if on cue, Tomek's cock throbbed against Walker's rump, plastering a bright flush on his boy's face.

Sheepishly, Walker worked up the courage to ask, "...will... will you show me?"

"Hmm?" asked Tomek, smirking as his paw slipped down to undo the button on his jeans.

"How much you love me, Daddy?"

"I dunno if I can show you, kiddo..." With a smirk, Tomek slowly tugged out his cock, barely needing to nurse the seething erection between his loins. "I love you more than the sun, and the moon, and the stars in the sky..." Nudging his boy to carefully sit up on his lap, Tomek whispered, "...but I'll try. I'll always try for you."

Walker closed his eyes, shivering as he felt his father fumble around. Without a bottle of lube obviously available, Tomek improvised by spitting on his paw and working up his (thankfully) naturally copious precum. All the while, the dadly raccoon rocked his little one in his paws, trying to remember the songs he used to sing when Walker settled in to snooze so many years ago. Not wanting to outright ruin his boy's ass, Tomek took the time to edge himself so it would be easier to finish. It did not seem to matter, as Walker lay back, mewling as his father gave an idle fondle to his sore and reddened rump, before sliding his cock firmly against the cat's tender ass.

"A- Ahhhh..." Walker gasped, shuddering as he felt his father prod against his hole, moaning as he was tilted up just enough to let gravity do most of the work. Slipping down the heavy length of Tomek's shaft, Walker cried out in the sudden, sharp shock of pain, only to whimper as Tomek's beer can thick cock plugged right up against his boy's prostate. "O- Oh fuck..."

"Mmmm... that feel good, kiddo?"

"Y- Yes Papa..."

"Daddy's got you," Tomek hissed, moaning as he groped about between Walker's legs, giving him a moment for his own arousal to swell while he adjusted to an unfamiliar girth inside his body. Just like bouncing on Daddy's knee, Walker gasped as he felt himself shift and jostle up and down on his father's cock, the fat shaft spreading his ass wide while gravity made sure Tomek's tip always nestled against the kitty's prostate. "Mmmm... fuck, you're tight, boy," the raccoon growled, huffing as he slipped his arms under Walker's shoulders, gripping him around the midsection with wandering paws as his son slapped heavily against his thighs.

"A- Ahhh, D- Daddy... I...!" Closing his eyes tight, Walker whined as his father's chunky fingers slipped down his front, teasing the thin trail of brown belly fur until his paw wrapped around his kitten's throbbing cock.

"Daddy's got you, boy..."

"I- I can't..."

"Cum, kiddo. Daddy loves you..." Those final words were everything Walker needed. That, and a firm grind against his prostate finally caused the Tonkinese cat to shiver in overstimulated lust. So much frustration, so much pent up stress, and of course the lack of alone time with his love, came to a sudden and needed conclusion as Tomek milked out his boy. Clenching tight upon his father's fat cock, Walker gasped as he felt his dad tense up just before Tomek plowed upwards in one final push to hit his own orgasm. A bright warmth filled Walker's tight little hole, leaving the boy heaving each breath as his father finally gave him the attention he never got when he was younger... even if now that desire for attention had sublimated into a sexual fetish. For the first time in his life, Walker truly felt understood. "Woah," Tomek's voice pierced the affectionate cuddle. "Hang on, lil' kittens!"

Tomek's explanation snapped Walker out of his blissful aftergrlow, alerting him to the fact the kittens were starting to cry. Careful to slip his little one off his cum-slick cock, Tomek set Walker down on his feet before rushing up to take care of the real little ones, while simultaneously searching about for a towel to clean himself off. Sighing, Walker watched with intrigued pleasure as his father checked each kitten, paws gentle and soft as he attended to their needs: Triss's wet diaper, Hunter's ravenous appetite, and Devin's sympathetic whimpers. Being the youngest child, Walker had never seen his father taking care of family before. Truly taking care of family. Something about it felt comforting to the Tonkinese.

"You know, kiddo," Tomek began without prompting, Walker's ears perking at his old man's voice. "Even though it was DJ's decision... Y'know... To do what he did. I never stopped loving him." Tomek's words seemed to fade off as he attended his grandkid's needs, before explaining, "I acted pretty awful that night... But I did it because I never... had the chance to say goodbye."

"Wh... What do you mean, Dad?" Walker asked, finally realizing his father's cum was dripping down his inner thigh.

Tossing the towel to his drippy boy, Tomek added, "The chef kicked me out. Told me I couldn't be there with him. So, when I saw what they did to him... I... That hurt me." Picking up little Devin James, Tomek gave the piggy-nosed kitten a soft kiss on the snout. "But I wanted to support him, and he was clear that he wanted to give himself to his best friend and best brother." Walker approached his father, shyly wrapping a paw around his back as Tomek handed him off Devin James to hold. "I should have done the same for you and supported your needs better. I promise I'll be a better dad. And a better granddad."

Hugging tight in the quiet of the one-room apartment, the silence was broken by a loud hiss as the crappy old CRT flipped over to a commercial. "Are you hankerin' for a bite to eat?" a soft, nasal voice crackled through the speakers. "Then boy do we have the perfect meat that can't be beat!" Glancing up at the TV, Tomek squinted as he recognized the upscale dining room and beautifully accented bar that was the Celhog Chophouse playing on local public access TV. "Come on down to the Celhog Chophouse! Home of the Build-Your-Own meat platter! All our fine meals are 100% ethically sourced, farm-to-table and by god they're so aroused that you want to eat them!" The acting on the commercial was comical, practically written by a high school theater troupe and clearly acted by Chophouse employees and perhaps a few meat-slaves forced to help under duress. But one person seemed to be putting his all into the act, the titular head chef and owner of the Chophouse, Abe Celhog. The bright-faced porker seemed to be hamming it up for the camera as he over-emphasized the quality of the pork, beef, chicken, and sea-creatures for offer.

"And now," he chortled, "we've got even more reason for you to come! The very first opening of Dinner Theater at the Celhog Chophouse! Come on down November first for our opening night - dinner and a show, where we'll be performing the original drama, 'Chophouse of Dreams!' You'll laugh! You'll cry! You might even find yourself aroused! That's the Celhog Chophouse! On the corner of 1st and Main street, and under new manage- old! Same old ordinary manage- can... can we do another take? ...What do you mean we only bought one VHS ta-"

The thirty second spot slammed shut on the poorly produced commercial, leaving Tomek and Walker hugging in the quiet of the bedroom. "...hey Kiddo? I know you've been doing this all on your own. And I'm proud of you. But, uh... if you and Toby want to move back into my place... Y'know, might save you some money if you can put up with your old man again."

"You mean it, Dad?"

"Kept your room just like you left it. Think it over... maybe, uh, talk it over on a nice date with Toby. Maybe check out whatever bullshit Abe is cooking up at The Chophouse? My treat."

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