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Simon struggled out of the soaked t-shirt that was then tangled around his neck and shoulders, the fossa just lanky enough to rest the pads of his feet on the riverbed in order to keep his head above water. Once free of it he threw the wet shirt up onto the boardwalk where it squelched in an undignified heap, causing Kyy--his young cheetah charge for the weekend--to giggle. “You’re lucky I don’t get out and throw you *and* all your clothes in, young’un!” said the larger feline with an amused eyeroll, implicitly blaming the youngster’s pantsing antics only moments earlier for inspiring his weasel companions’ horseplay.
“You’d have to catch him first…” said Weasel, treading water from next to the fossa as he was notably shorter and unable to touch the bottom. His hand was raised out of the water in a gesture to the ripples spreading over the surface where the teen had been only a second ago. The youthful, lithe feline had ducked under the water to torpedo several metres away before coming back up, promptly sticking his tongue out at the adults in a playful manner, “And, y’know, good luck with that.”
“Hmm. You make a good point.” Simon responded while looking very thoughtful about the situation. Without warning he leapt instead toward Weasel, leveraging his advantage of being able to push off from the rocky riverbed. Weasel yelped in surprise, feebly attempting to backpedal in the water to no avail and falling easy prey to the taller male looming over him. Both of the fossa’s larger, copper-colored hands came down on the mustelid’s shoulders to deftly drive him under the surface in revenge for the watery espionage.
Weasel momentarily rolled like the victim of a gator attack. A foot here, a tail there, breaching and flipping end over end before his head came up, spluttering in a half-laughing, half-coughing way, “Oh so it’s like that, huh?” he asked. After stabilizing himself the weasel cupped his hands together just below the surface and squeezed them toward Simon in a coordinated way to fire a jet of water in retaliation. Squinting, the fossa turned and tugged his head away to avoid the splash then swiped a hand across the water to send a wall of spray back towards his partner. The pair laughed and chuckled as the water fight went back and forth for several exchanges until there was an interrupting cry of “CANNONBALL!”
While the adults were providing their own distraction Kyy had swum back to the boards and climbed out of the water to take another full run up to the edge, every bit of his wet footfalls hidden by the camaraderie already taking place in the river until he was right to the edge. The cheetah leapt from the boards, legs tucked up tight as he barrelled into the water right between both Weasel and Simon. The wake and accompanied cresting wave caught the pair entirely by surprise. While the fossa was quick enough to turn away and not end up with a face-full of river, Weasel was less so, evident in his squinted eyes and clenched teeth as it blanketed his head.
Kyy bobbed to the surface next to them, grinning while Weasel wiped the spray from his eyes. It was Simon’s turn to laugh. “What was that you were saying about having to catch him first?” he asked, Kyy only noticing the lean in the fossa’s shoulders a moment too late. Kyy yiped with surprise when Simon reached out beneath the water and caught the young cheetah by his tail. Now anchored, he was far too slow to swim out of range of Simon’s other hand which reached over ominously and dunked the youth below the cool water. Up the kid came in short order, sputtering and latching onto the first thing he could hold on to, which was naturally the closest person to him.
“HEY! Mind those feet!” Simon exclaimed. The cheetah had wrapped himself around the fossa while coughing and clearing his windpipe from the dunking, oblivious to the fact that their difference in height put Kyyanno’s foot right onto the older feline’s groin. The teen froze, realization setting in as to where his foot now was and quickly becoming unable to filter the thoughts that went through his mind with the exchange of warmth between the pads of his toes and Simon’s sheath. In his embarrassment the youth went a shade of crimson beneath his fur, something that was most evident in his ears in spite of the cool river water. Weasel chuckled at the both of them, swimming lazily against the current. “What’s the matter?” he asked in an excessively nonchalant way, “You never mind when I’m clinging to you”.
Simon looked as though he were about to respond with a joke when a poke at his side distracted him. The fossa’s eyes widened marginally, tugging at him to instead look down at the blushing cheetah attached to his torso who was in that moment half-grinning with embarrassment. Kyyanno’s ears flattened back as his teenage hormones spun into gear and won the war against his self control, “‘m sorry.... Couldn’t help it….” the cheetah admitted meekly to the fossa, yet in spite of the apology his toes continued to curiously flex and rub against what treasure they had discovered. Simon only attempted to maintain his composure “That’s because you...hrff…. aren’t apparently as paw-focused as this lad here…” he huffed, trying to think of fishing gear and how he was going to cook their catch later, and not of how the teen was now hugged up to his side, firming up and continuing to rub his offending foot on the fossa’s crotch.
Weasel swam closer with a smirk while Simon only then began to flush pink at his eartips and as the situation became more clear he became even more amused, “Are you…. Is he?...” the mustelid began, then ducked his head under the water where the cool, clear fluid left little to the imagination. Back up Weasel came to the air, laughing right away, “Oh boy howdy, I think he likes you…” he quipped in a chuckle and tilted his head towards Kyy. The youth--who was at that point starting to feel a touch more bold--used his foot to toy with the fossa’s gradually swelling sheath as Simon slowly lost the battle against his own libido.
“I…. actually like you both!” stated the cheetah with more confidence as he reached down beneath the water towards Weasel who had drifted closer to the pair. Weasel flinched in surprise as he first felt something brush against his lower belly, but it was soon obvious that it was the teen’s hand. “As in *really* like you both…” the cheetah clarified and blushed a shade further beneath the white spots on the back of his ears. As he let his paw run over Weasel’s crotch he cupped the mustelid’s genitals in coordination with his foot continuing to tease at the fossa’s.
Simon wrapped an arm around the lad, “Hang on, Kyy, I dunno about thi…” Simon spoke softly but his words were cut short, Kyy looking up in an apologetic but eager way as he interrupted, “I know what I like and who I like and what society says is right and wrong but I don’t care… I really like you guys, and I know that when some friends really like each other they do stuff that takes a lot of trust.” Weasel and Simon exchanged glances, not fully sure what to do about the situation. Whilst they’d no problem with the cheetah being nude around them, the mere thought of the teen harboring adult interests in them hadn’t remotely crossed their minds until this moment. Kyy seemed to sense their unease and in turn let go of his crass hold on Weasel’s genitals, choosing instead to reach up to the mustelid’s shoulders and pull them all into a hug in the water.
“I trust you guys like I trust my dad, and he and I have fun like this…” Kyy used the fact that Simon had an arm around him to free up both of his own arms as he released the hug, moving his hands into the water so that he could instead hold both older male’s sheaths in each palm “...so I wanna have fun with you both too.”
Already slipping free of his sheath thanks to the teen’s attention, Simon’s uniquely shaped, double-knotted shaft firmed up in the lad’s grip. Kyy giving Weasel a time-tested pitiful kitten expression that was difficult to say no to, all while the mustelid regarded him with uncertainty. And by no means did the fact that Kyy’s hand was stroking his cock help sway Weasel against the idea. The other adult looked sidelong at Simon who merely gave a resigned yet amused shrug with a slight nod, before looking back to the spotted cat.
“What did you have in mind?”
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Kyy's fishing/swimming trip with Simon and Weasel takes a decidedly more lewd turn in this second installment. Amazing art is by \r\n\t\t\t\t\t
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