"Man, it feels good to see the moon again even if it's on an uncharted planet." Little Cato sighed, stretching himself as he laid bare next to his father on a tarp where one tent and a bonfire sat nearby and nuzzled against his side. "Am I right, dad?"

Avocato chuckled in response, reaching down to ruffle his mohawk and scratch one of his ears. "As always, son. I told everyone on board that you and I would be spending the night out here just in case. Gives us more time to...you know."

His son hummed as he returned the sultry look he gave him, his tail flickering and tapping on the soft tarp as he felt a buzz in his nether regions. "Yeah?"

"Have some fun." He finished, flipping over on top of him and running his tongue up his cheek while he gave his sack a soft squeeze. He purred and returned the affection with a kiss to the nose, which made his father meow and lick him again while his dick slid from the sheath alongside the latter's. He leaned down and ran his tongue up and down his soft orange chest, making him moan softly and rub down his ears before he was turned over on his stomach.

Little Cato was about to ask what was he doing when he smacked one of his ass cheeks almost hard to bruise. He clenched his teeth to stifle a shock groaned, especially when he hit him again on the other cheek, leaving behind an imprint. It caught the kit by surprise, seeing as he'd rarely get a swat or two on his rear from his father or Gary, even when they were in Kink City (as he'd like to say). It stung for the most part but it also felt pretty good.

"I didn't hit you too hard, did I?" Avocato asked, mildly concerned. 

His son, still bent over, hissed softly and looked back with a reassuring smile. "No, not at all. You just took me by surprise, that's all." 

He gave a smug smirk. "Good." Then slapped his rear again, causing the kit to moan and palm his erection, tugging away as the next few swats delivered to his rear came with less intensity that further aroused him. He turned and sat up as the teal feline stood, tugging his cock as well. He motioned for him to follow as he walked out into the wooded distance. Little Cato jumps up after him, jerking and spinning around his stiffy while staring at his supple behind, a mischievous thought surfacing.

The cool grass crunched underneath their paws as they transversed the woods and back, making sure the campfire was in view as they flaunt their Ventrexain glory at the vast woodlands and even to each other. Avocato made the effort of squatting down against a tree and thrusting his dick up in the air with his tongue hanging out. Little Cato bent down over a log and put on one hell of a show to no one in general, except his dad of course that earned him a few butt swats and a tail pull. 

Then, the teal cat went and ground his rear against a branch hanging very close to the ground while stroking with both paws. It wasn't anything to worry about as the trees there were pavement-colored, smooth and soft to the touch, and even has branches that stretched to one's will. His son stared mesmerized at the sight before grinning and laying down on the ground in front of him and put his hips up in the air, revealing to him his entrance.

Before the feline could say anything, he began to jerk off at a speedy pace as he reached his other paw down between his legs from underneath his tail and spread his hole with two fingers. Avocato's eyes widen at this and bit his lip, moaning to himself as he rubbed against the branch and jerked himself faster. His eyes close to put the image of his son in such a position into a fantasy. Numerous scenarios of him having at the boy in that exact position, some of them involving Gary or another Ventrexian.

While he was distracted, Little Cato ceased his teasing display and scampered up behind his father, licking his lips upon laying his eyes upon those soft cheeks once more and rubbed his paws together. "All according to plan." He snickered, grinning evilly.

He licked up his dominant hand and reared it back. He rolled his wrist a few times before sending his saliva-soaked paw bearing down on his father's right cheek and felt it tense up. After that, the thunderous smack echoed throughout the barren forest, followed by a shocked yelp. The feline was snapped out of his latest fantasy of ramming into the kit from below and whirled around with a surprised look frozen on his face to a bare kit flexing the paw used on him and calmed down.

"Yowch, got me by surprise there, did you?" He spoke up after quickly recovering and smiled.

"Yep! And it made us even." He replied, going around for another one. Avocato let him and hissed softly when he hit his other cheek with only half the intensity as opposed to the first, making his cock twitch and leak more pre.  

"Mmmrrrr, hell yeah," He growled, bending over on the tree, allowing the kit to spank him to his heart's content. He meowed when he started to pull at his tail and bury his face into his slightly reddened cheeks and kiss his entrance before pulling back with something else in mind.

 "I wanna do something else now, and maybe back at the campsite. It's getting kinda chilly." He said, giving his father's ass one more tap, watching his furred cheeks ripple slightly.

Avocato nodded and straightened up off the tree, turning to face him. "And what's that? Something good?"

"A friendly competition, actually, " The kit answered with a smirk, palming his sack. "And maybe when our balls aren't so shriveled up. Come on."

He sprints off to their campsite with the feline following behind, tugging off along the way. When he got there, he saw Little Cato take a knife from the duffle bag next to their tent and go up to a nearby tree. He watched wordlessly as the boy got to work carving a circle with a bullseye in the middle as he slowly tugged his length.

He spoke up when he stood back to gaze at his handiwork. The boy had always been as skilled with a knife as he was with a gun. Colored Avocato impressed every time. "What's that supposed to be, son?"

He looked back at his father with a grin. "A target. This next one's a test to see whose spunk can shoot the farthest."

"Interesting," Avocato beamed. "Anything else?"

"Whoever shoots the farthest and hits the target tops." Little Cato answered before purring. "You can guess what the loser does."

"Sweet, I'm in." 

Both Ventrexians get into position exactly 5-6 meters away from the marked tree, handling their dicks with both paws ready to go, eyes narrowed in on their goal. This game tonight would determine whose ass was getting plowed, and who was doing the pounding. They were both halfway there from their little time in the woods, which will make this quick and decisive.

In, "3. 2. 1. Go!" Little Cato shouted, already furiously working his length as his father followed suit.

The game was on and these Ventrexians off to a great start, their jerking paces the same and competition fierce. The prize of domination left up to whoever cum shoots the farthest and how quickly, too. Avocato loosely sliding his fingers and palms along his pulsing shaft while he jerked, groping and squeezing his balls. His son to his right had one paw gripping the base of his cock and half of his sheath while stroking with the other, making sure to work the tip each time.

A technique that was sure to bring him to his orgasmic victory and leave his father in the dust. The motion was even sweeter with the occasional thrust and two-pawed stroke. The feline felt his balls start to tighten when he looked down to see his son using the technique and copied along, unfortunately at a slower pace as the muscles in his arm were starting to ache from the intense jerk-off session. He may be able to blow his load a few times from masturbation, yet he never could at his son's rapid pace, and it put him at a disadvantage.

The kit chuckled silently upon seeing Avocato slowing while the latter was still going strong. He didn't know it yet, but he's practiced quickly tugging himself to finish anytime he was about to go out into space with the others. Though, it took a lot of lotion and pelvic discomfort to fully master in a span of two months, give or take. And also, injecting himself with liquified hersolution and laying off a few days at a time to turn his rod into a ranged weapon.

By then, both cats near their limits and zero in on their target as their self-pleasured noises become louder and higher. The game reached its end and its competitors now race for the finish. The teal feline's breathing getting heavier by the second whilst the tangerine stroked his cock harder with clenched teeth and half-lidded eyes.

"Ah, almost there," Avocato panted. "Almost there, to stretching you wide, boy!"

"Oh yeah? Well, I'm getting pretty close to fucking your brains out, dad!" Little Cato seethed back, swiftly working his length as he cupped and rolled his churning balls around, coming close to winning.

Just a little more, just a little more. They're almost at the finish line, just a few more strokes, and...

There it is!

Avocato's eyes slam shut as he let out a guttural moan as his orgasm crashed through. His throbbing cock releasing a long stream of cum that splashed centimeters from the tree. Little Cato gasped, then groaned in a feminine pitched voice as his orgasm came through fierce in the form of his spunk shooting like a cannon from his cock in a straight line, hitting the carved target square in the center. They ride out their highs and flop down on the tarp, their panting growing softer as the seconds tick by.

Afterward, Little Cato was the first to recover and looked with one eye open at the results and nearly howled with victorious laughter when he saw that a trail of cum leak down from the bullseye where he hit and looked to his father's trail that almost touched the tree and belted out a victorious yowl.

Avocato groaned upon coming down from his high and gazed at the tree, hoping he made it first. However, he sees that his cum had only hit close to it whilst the kit scored a perfect bullseye." Well, I'll be damned." He murmured in defeat with a fake sour expression before smiling softly as he watched his son dance in the nude. His curvy butt while he shook it brought back to full mast again. He could always take a loss if it meant seeing his son enjoy himself.

"Whoo! Yeah, nailed it!" His son boasted, jumping up and down one final time before turning to Avocato with the biggest grin he could muster. "Nailed it so good! Didya see that?"

He chuckled in response as he stood and went to pet him on the head. "Yeah, I did. I never thought you had it in you, son."

The kit leaned into the contact, purring softly. "Uh-huh, and I still do~." He meowed, pointing to the tent. "You know the rules."

"Yeah, yeah," The Ventrexian shrugged, going to the open tent and crawling inside to where he laid down on his back and spread his legs, and exposed his lubed tail hole. Little Cato licked his lips and followed, getting down in-between his legs and stuck his still-hard cock inside, making his dad hiss softly and tap his tail against his back. Without skipping a beat, he starts to move at half the pace from earlier while leaning down to take a few inches of his cock in his mouth.

"Ahh, there you go," His father sighed, laying back and closing his eyes as his son thrusted into him. He then moaned when he started to pick up the pace and suck harder. His balls slapping against his rear softly to his movements. "Just like that, baby."

The boy hummed on his cock, taking it deeper as did his hips, slowing down to drive his cock balls-deep inside of the older Ventrexian and making him moan louder. To up the ante, he kept up fucking him deep as his tongue swirled around his dick tip and over the slit, causing him to gasp and thrust into his mouth. He did it some more and thrusted harder and faster, sounds of skin meeting fur filling the spacious tent and the night air.

He released his cock with a pop and held his hips tighter, moaning blissfully alongside his father and pounding him with everything he could muster, making his voice carry higher and his dick twitch on his stomach. "F-fuck, dad, you feel so good! I-I'm getting close!

"Me too, son! Bust it inside me- mrraaaah!" Avocato started, but then meowed in lust as he suddenly came a second time all over his and Little Cato's chest, dirtying their fur and making it sticky, but it didn't matter to them, they could always lick each other clean in the morning anyway. The boy grimaced and dug his claws into the feline's fur down to his skin and fucked him rapidly, thrusting hard a couple of times before he groaned and planted his hips flush to his rear, emptying himself a second time as well.

He pulled out after he was done and crawled up onto Avocato's chest, hugging him tightly. He gave a tired smile and returned the hug as he turned to the side with the boy in his arm and brought the blanket over them, amplifying their warmth.

"Holy crap, that was so much fun," Little Cato sighed, snuggling against his milky white chest. "Night, dad."

"Yeah. Night, Little Cato." His father whispered back, kissing his forehead and closing his eyes, both of them letting sleep overtake them.