Something happened. He doesn't know what or why, but he feels...so hot.

Like, a completely different kind of hot and his undergarments feel way too uncomfortable, what with his dick pitching the greatest tent he's ever seen. Little Cato hissed and mewled in discomfort as he twisted and turned on the bed under the blanket that was previously comfy in the cool temperature of his bedroom, which was literal fire on his skin beneath his fur. The inferno burning within him prompts him to grunt and toss the blanket off along with his pants and folds in on himself.

"S-shit..." He hissed, feeling his boner pulse and push against his underwear, a wet spot bleeding into the fabric.

He knew he couldn't be sick, he didn't kick ass with the crew and venture unknown planets on the Galaxy 2 enough times to be anyway, except for fatigue and minor injuries. Those, he could come out of just fine, but this? The inside of his body on fire, thoughts of desire penetrating his head, a rock-solid boner, and restlessness? He wasn't sure, and he really needed to get it sorted out post-haste. Luckily, the solution to do so was simple.

So then, the kit sprawls on his tousled bed and pulls his underpants off and flicks it away, his boyhood sprouting from its prison, pulsating and wavering in the air, along with relief.

He sighed with a purr, the unbearable ache down south no more. He figured he'd just jerk himself back into his sheath and go back to sleep and he wraps his fingers around his shaft. As soon as his palm joins in and gives it a little squeeze, he almost gasped out loud from how more sensitive he was than usual, added by the tingling of the tiny barbs that quivered to his touch. Undaunted by that. Little Cato gets to work stroking his cock, shivering, and biting his lip at the heightened pleasure sending shockwaves up his spine.

He laid back and got himself comfortable within the comforts of his pillows and closed his eyes, letting the sudden thoughts take over. His paw picks up the pace and he moans softly, moving another down to cup his sweaty sack and roll the orbs inside around, feeling them churn. The thoughts drift from Ash to his father, Avocato, his moans getting louder as he starts to murmur his name, fantasizing about him doing more than just hugging and kissing him. He would do things like groom him but in other places including his lower belly, thighs, and even his southern regions. 

"Dad... Daddy..." He sighed, squeezing his sack and pumping his cock even faster, imagining that Gary was there too, sucking on his balls and fingering him loose as the latter slurped his tongue around his cock, occasionally sucking on the tip and flitting his tongue into the little slit. His breathing's getting heavier and he feels his ass grow wet as the exact same feeling oozes down his fingers working him to his orgasm.

"Fuck..."

He reached it when he felt both his dad's cocks push in and stretch him wide. He grits his teeth and stifled down a yowl from how powerful it was as his cum splashed all over his fingers and his stomach, and his cock is spent. He laid there, panting and licking the excess off his fingers, almost tempted to question himself on where did that buried down scenario of him taking both men at once come from when the heat within his body flared up again, but even worse.

"Gah! Oh, come on!" He griped frustrated, rolling around on the bed to try and alleviate the burning ache within him, but stopped when his cock reawakened again for a round two. If that weren't shitty enough, that thick scent of something tantalizing invaded the whole room, and Little Cato felt something leaking from his rear and onto his quivering tail and saw there was a small puddle left from there.

Could this possibly get any worse? He blew a load hard enough to lull him to sleep, yet he might as well as not did anything at all! But damn if he wasn't getting this feeling to stop. Perhaps a cold bath ought to do, along with consuming all of the ice the ship supplied while he did. Before the kid could think to follow up on that idea, the door splits open, with Avocato of all people in the doorway, his face full of concern and confusion.

"D-dad?" He croaked, looking up with teary eyes. He could help out with this, he trusted he knew what to do when worse came to worse and he wasn't sure how to get through it.

"Little Cato?" The feline responded as he went to his son, turning him over and bringing close as he sat down with him in tow, the intoxicating scent coming from his boy making his nose twitch and his tail tap on the bed. "But how?"

The kit nuzzled into his father's shirtless chest, the smooth fur making him purr deeply and his cock drip its fluids. "H-how what? Everything's so hot and I don't know why!"

It pained him to see his son like this, especially since he doesn't know what's really going on with him. Sure, he may have bent him over occasionally, but he just felt hesitant now for some reason and opted to cast the feeling aside when his son started to lap at his chest that gently vibrated in response. He ignored his erecting cock and clears his throat, laying his son back down on his bed and looming over him, a soft solemn look in his eyes. "Dad, I wanna know, please let me know and make it go away, I can't stand it..."

"Shhh," Avocato shushed softly. "It's gonna be ok, son, I know exactly what's going on with you, and I know how to fix it."

He nodded in understanding, still barely keeping from fidgeting. The sight of his son like this, vulnerable and wanting, as well as the thick tangy scent rolling off him, almost makes him want to just ravage him, but he keeps a lid on it. He'll get to that point later. Right now, he's got to work this out and help Little Cato through it.

"You're in heat, son." He said, unzipping the kit's vest and helped get it through his arms before tossing it away.

He hummed upon the removal of the last bit of his clothing bringing only a sliver of relief to his torso before he spoke up. "Heat? Y-you mean..."

"Yeah. What you're going through right now is the result of that, especially the scent you give off that attracts any nearby male or female."

Despite the heat coursing his body, Little Cato still retains a bit of his snark and he calmed down a bit. "And also me popping unrelenting boners, my body feeling like a furnace, and this liquid crap coming out of my ass? Plus, aren't grownup Ventrexians the only ones who get it? Why do I have it?"

His father couldn't help but smirk at all the things he listed down so casually despite being in heat since, which lightened things up. "Hah, yeah, that. And well, on Ventrexia, there is a small chance that any young Ventrexian, like you, would go into heat. Kinda sucked when that time of the year came and everyone had no choice but to mate with their young and run the risk of impregnating them. For the females, I mean."

"Ouch," Little Cato hissed, noting the sad look in his father's eyes before another wave of heat washed through his body, making him jolt and groan. "A-agh! So, we gotta do it for this to go away?"

"It is the only way. Serves me right for not buying any heat suppressants, I didn't really see this coming, honestly." Avocato sighed, reaching a paw down to palm his son's cock and wrapped his fingers around it, giving it a gentle squeeze. He jolted and bucked up into his paw, face twisted into desperate pleasure. He starts off slowly jerking his cock at first, feeling those little barbs rub up and down in his paw. However, it didn't seem to do Little Cato any good when he meowed in desperation and thrusted up again, wanting to feel his soft warm paw go down on him faster.

"Dad, don't tease me like that- ngh!" He started before suddenly groaning louder when his father dipped a finger into his wet entrance as he picked up the pace tugging on his prick, feeling himself pulse against his trousers. 

He bit his lip at the erotic noises coming from the kit that grew progressively louder, making him insert another finger and scissor them apart, widening his naturally lubed hole. Then, he curled his fingers whilst pumping them inside the kit, coming in contact with his sweet spot multiple times as his paw starts working on the tip, squeezing and twisting around it as he started to pant, the scent of Ventrexian heat already influencing his brain.

Though, before he thought to bend down and take it in his mouth, Little Cato's orgasmic cry pierces the air and his moving paw is immediately soaked as well as his walls squeezing down on his fingers still inside. He stroked a few times, watching his son squirm and moan his name as he squeezed any remaining cum out until he let go. As the kit lay, catching his breath, Avocato was busy licking his release from his fingers and palm before sticking the two fingers used to further loosen into his mouth and slurping up all he collected, purring low to himself before the lust fully took over right as his son's dick reemerged from its hiding place for another round.

"Daddy..." Little Cato murred huskily as he hooked his legs up and exposed his dripping entrance, his heart beating to the rhythm of his tail thumping on the mattress. This was just like when his dad would take him whenever they had time to themselves, except this wanting for him was twice as potent, made possible by his smell making him an irresistible level of scrumptious, and his father knew it. Knew it so much that while he sucked on the digits in his mouth, his free paw went and hastily undid his pants and slid them down as he bent down to smash his lips with his son's, his tongue exploring the purring boy's mouth.

He pulls his pants down, his erect Ventrexian glory fully awakened and positioned at his entrance upon him breaking the kiss. Without hesitation, the feline rams it in all the way to the hilt, the wet heat of his son's slicked anus squeezing down on him. The kit lets out a bliss-filled yowl as the tears gather at his eyes, but his father went on hammering away at him while leaning down to lick away the tears that rolled down his cheeks.

Pain and pleasure mixed into one all the way until just pleasure remained as he was thrusted into relentlessly, feeling his walls stretch and welcome his father in like always as his balls smack like a gong against his rear and echo in the room, his pleasured noises adding to it. He harshly gripped his waist and fucked him with the same intensity, grunting and growling, never caring whether he was heard or not as his mind was hazy with desire. Just utterly ravaging his son was all he was focused on.

"Daddy! Oh, Daddy, mooooore!" Little Cato called out, hanging on to his father for dear life as his ass was properly slammed into, his own cock tapping and spewing pre all over his soiled fur. He felt his third climax coming and closed his eyes, clenching his teeth. 

Avocato growled, his cock going balls-deep, his son clutching to him for dear life, his balls starting to pulsate and tighten as did the knot in his gut. He was so close, so so close, and he wished he could keep this going longer so he'd lose himself in the pleasure, but he couldn't. Not now.

"Unh, I'm gonna c-cum..." He drew out, gritting his teeth as he gradually slowed down, nearing his orgasm with each thrust, his son just wailing at this point, eager for his father fill him up.

"Do it! Fu...fucking breed me!" The kit roared. Surprised and nearly over the edge, the Ventrexian groaned out in ecstasy when he held him down and slammed himself flush to his rear one final time, finally releasing his creamy load inside. Each pulse of his cock pumping out thick globs of it as his son screamed his name, creaming a third time himself. He then bent down and smashed their lips together, never separating until every bit of his cum flooded his ass and the unbearable hotness in his body vanished alongside his energy.

They both stay that way, with Little Cato laying sprawled with his dad over him, his dick still inside of him, panting heavily while reeking of their earlier fling. He sits up at least and pulls his softening length out of the kit and let it retreat back to its rightful place before pulling his pants back up and leaned down, grooming the dried spunk from his chest as he purred.

"Oh, God. That was, t-that was..." The kit started, still recovering from the effects of his high to coherent a full statement until he caught his breath. "Amazing."

His father gave a warm smile upon licking most of the cum from his chest. "Yeah, baby. I even helped you through your first heat."

"Heh, thanks, Dad," He responded weakly before turning to his side and dozing off almost immediately. His father chuckled softly, tucking his son in and giving him a small peck on his forehead before going to the door.

"Night, son." He whispered before turning and heading out.