Things seem to be calm today, as always. Two dads are out, Little Cato's bored, just woke up, those kinds of things. What with Fox not being around, it just felt dull, as much as it felt all sad and stuff around the place, and he needed a quick walk to clear his head. He rounded the corner to the main hallway, like he did five times now, paws in his pocket sighing heavily. His legs now felt a tad bit sore and nothing was on his mind, so he thinks he'll just settle in his room and pass out asleep.

Which was on his mind until he spots the door to the utility room slightly ajar and curiosity strikes him. He stops and mewls low in confusion, cautiously remembering this is where the Tiger-Tiger, Biskit stayed as of now, so whatever he was doing in there could be anyone's guess, as fidgety as he is. He drifts closer to the door and can make out distant grunting and panting coming from inside.

The little midget's in there either working on something or messing something else up. If it was an invention that didn't provide much of a use, he'll just be on his way. If he was trying to burrow a hole or something, he'll go in and try to stop him, because whatever he might rip up will either have the whole ship weighted down, again, the power goes out, light fold gets fucked, or whatever screws the ship up, he'll go in and put a stop to it. He edges closer to the door and, against his better judgment, peeks in. He could make out a striped tail wagging- aaand, his pants are down- ok, what is he doing in there?

The kit feels his cheeks burn up as he pushes the door open more with enough effort for the hinges not to squeak to see the Tiger-Tiger bent over on a small mattress he probably dragged in with him, his ungloved paw working his cock furiously in between his spread legs, and he could hear his grunts now, mixed in with pleasured meows and purrs. It was very obvious that he was jerking off, he could see that clearly, but in such a position with his (very nice) ass in the air and he couldn't help but stare, his sheath buzzing with arousal. It would've been a treat watching him bounce around with that soft, curvaceous goodness jiggling-

He soon shook himself out of it, realizing how weird it was to watch someone jerk it, and slowly edge for the door, eyes still fixated on Biskit tugging off fast and his rear, finding it increasingly hard to keep his growing arousal in check until he hears the little kitten mutter something he heard all too well.

"Kevin... Oh, K-Kevin... Fuck, give it to me, give it to me." He panted, reaching another gloveless paw back to rub at his entrance in between his ass while his eyes remain tightly closed. "I, I want it so bad, stick it in me, please."

At this point, Little Cato was now starting to edge for the door, feeling pretty uncomfortable about even thinking about the intimate relationship between him and the old creator behind Gary's supposed tormentor, yet he felt eager to help the Tiger-Tiger out and get it out of his system. After all, they were fellow Ventrexians- what with him being a subspecies of one, and regardless of the situation, they always had each other's backs, as his father would say. His brows furrow at Biskit's wanton need for his late mentor's touch, concerned for his wellbeing since his rather violent passing. He seemed to take it well at first, being the hype machine/tech genius like he was, but later on, he just looked down most of the time.

Like, not like his dad or Gary or Quinn, but kinda like a, 'losing a loved one' down- a pain spot. And, 'the loss of a dick stretching you open' kind of down. Not for Little Cato but definitely for the sub-Ventrexian(?). Perhaps, he might just...

So he slides the door close without Biskit hearing and got down on all fours, smirking sensually, his rear rose in the air with his tail swishing about, feeling his teenhood slip out completely and poke against his pants. He already proclaimed being able to sneak very good, so slithering up close to the little techie silently was no task too hard, what with some tools laying around he had to maneuver around. He nears the little kit and licks his lips at his quivering tail and rear as he muttered unintelligible nonsense while still rapidly jerking off. He must not have came yet from when he entered but he could see the many wet stains on the mattress that say otherwise.

Licking his lips, Little Cato lowers to his knees and very subtly, grabs both of the striped kitten's cheeks and spreads them apart with his paw still rubbing around his entrance. He swiftly but gently moves it away and replaces it with his saliva-dripping tongue. Upon licking up his twitching hole, Biskit's eyes fly open and he let out a noise mixed between a meow and a gasp that quickly transitioned to shaky moaning when whoever it was gripped his ass cheeks and slurped circles around his hole, making his tail twitch and his eyes flutter close.

"O-o-ohh, w-who is that back there, loosening me up?" He sighed blissfully, his squeaky voice purring and pleasure-filled as the kit hummed and swirled his tongue around, finely coating his anus in Ventrexian saliva before flitting at the hole in the middle, easily granted access from his spit relaxing the ring of muscle. He didn't care to ask again when the tangerine Ventrexian's tongue breaches past the barrier and swivels around in his tight walls that quickly accommodated to the size of his tongue and he purrs deeply his catchphrase.

"Raaaawr~."

"Mmhm," The teen hummed in response as he reached downward, gripping the trembling sub-Ventrexian's length and sack, jerking and squeezing them while eating him out simultaneously. What made his attempt to go deeper was the sweet taste of Biskit's ass being swept along his rough tongue, feeling it quiver alongside his entire being, loving this as much as he will when he frees his hardon from its bonds within his pants. He only ever stopped when he noticed the feline was looking back at him with an intoxicated look.

"It's Little Cato, huh? Figured you'd come in my workplace to keep me company, even when I didn't ask for any."

He didn't seem upset at least, so that's good. "I was just gonna let you get off in peace but you needed someone to 'stick it in', am I right?" He replied with snark, freeing a paw from rolling his balls around, taking two fingers, and jamming them into the older's saliva-coated anus, forcing him to meow in bliss and arch his back, giving the teen more of that sweet ass to mess with. "And besides, Ventrexians have each other's backs, right?"

"Aahn! R-right." Biskit moaned, biting his lip from the way he curled and pumped his fingers in and out in combination with twisting his other paw around his throbbing cock, the pleasure from both sides all the more exhilarating. In the throes of all of this, his next set of thoughts were of concern over this kid doing something like this at such an inappropriate age and how'd his father(s) react to finding them like this. And also the question of his knowledge of his current age, but they were all scattered when he struck his prostate fingering him deep.

"Ngh-aah!" He uttered, his amber eyes rolling up from the mind-numbing pleasure reverberating through him from the back and his body shaking even more before his cock in Little Cato's paw pulsed and released a good couple shots of cum. He smirked from the fact he made another guy older than him spurt with his own two paws apart from Avocato and Gary. During the Tiger-Tiger's orgasm, he kept stroking his twitching cock and scissoring his fingers around in his anus, thoroughly stretching it out, moaning himself from how hot this was.

He stops what he's doing to let Biskit bask in the afterglow so he could undo and slide down his pants, freeing his pulsating length that bobbing in the lukewarm air, drawing a purr from the owner who moved his hips side to side, making it swing to the fro while the white striped kitten's tail wagged. "You got an itching for dick? I'm gonna scratch it." He said, scooting closer and plopping his hardness down in between his cheeks. "Gonna scratch it real good."

Having heard those words come from the teen's mouth alongside the feel of his barbed dick rubbing over his well-lubed entrance and between his ass, Biskit rawr'ed under his breath at what came next. He doesn't remember how long it was since he got bent over but it wouldn't matter since he was about to get it now, and from a kid no less! The synopsis of such had him biting his lip and his heart racing, finally getting to be made into a fucktoy once more. He leans up to look back at Little Cato, his mouth opening to say something, when he's immediately pinned back down on the mattress, facefirst with a cute-sounding oomph leaving his lips.

"Nah, keep that face down," The Ventrexian teen commanded with a lust-filled grin with his paw on the back of the smaller kit's head, keeping him pinned down while prodding his entrance with the tip. "Got you right where I want you." He finished before bringing his paw down on his rear, making him squeak and his tail shoot up. 

"The dominant type, huh? Just like Kev," The midget muttered, vivid memories of the professor taking him wherever they were popping up that made his cock grow hard again. If only he were still here to shove that bad boy down his throat as he got fucked by someone else. Whether it be a fellow Tiger-Tiger or another human, it wouldn't matter as long as they give it to him, and make him theirs.

Said Tiger-Tiger grit his teeth and dug his fingers into the mattress, hissing, then moaning shakily in bliss when the teen behind him pushed forward, smoothly penetrating him inch-by-inch with no problems until he was balls-deep in. 

"Ah," Little Cato breathed, grabbing a hold of the sub-Ventrexian's hips to steady himself as he could feel him attempt to clench around his dick, but instead, give it a warm and wet hug. "Shit, you feel good." He finished, thrusting into him at a steady pace to test the waters. His yellow eyes roll up as he mewled, letting his mouth hang open and shameless sounds flow forth from the kid's girth rubbing against his sweet spot over and over again, thanks to his size. He grit his teeth and his thrusts went harder a minute later as he grabbed and pulled on his tail to make his rear meet his hips each time they came forth and slammed into him. 

He let out a drawn-out moan and smacked his ass again, eliciting a short cry from Biskit, who pushed back against the kit, wanting more of that cock in him with their balls smacking together the faster he eventually got. Another swat comes to his rear again and he nearly rose his head up to groan his catchphrase once more amid Little Cato fucking him. He swiveled his hips around, giving his ass another smack before readjusting his grip and going faster, harder. He seemed to take him well enough, and he was pushing back against him, so why not go faster? Any more and he might match his dad's brutal pace if this keeps up.

The kit's moans rise in volume from how good and loose this kitten's hole felt, drinking in the squeaks and broken meows he let out while he pistoned his cock in and out and his eyes began to flutter close, letting himself get lost in the pleasure. Meanwhile, Biskit was having the time of his life. Moaning and almost screaming from the teen's girth and its rapid pace in him driving him wild.

The ecstasy of being filled, fucked into something facedown, and having his tail pulled on in addition to being made someone's bitch, it was all coming back to him now, and all at once. So much, he could hardly take it, and it showed in him sounding close to a female from each pull and push coming from the kit. "S-so b-b-big..." He shuddered, gripping the fabric of the mattress tighter.

A little later on, he pulls out to the tip and keeps his head down on the bare bed as he squatted and mounted him, panting heavily. "Spread 'em." He huffed, starting deep and slow, with Biskit groaning at the kit's length reaching so deep in this position, shivers going up his spine. He trembled doing what Little Cato said, reaching back to grip both asscheeks when he smacked one of them without warning, forcing a high-pitched meow out of him with his tail twitching.

"Spread 'em, c'mon," He repeated, still going slow, holding him with one paw while preparing to spank him with the other. "Before I spank that little ass purple." He finished with a sensual snarl with both eyes gleaming menacingly in the dim light of the room.

That threat sent another tremor through Biskit and he gets a firm grip on his ass, spreading them apart, and immediately groaning when the teen got going at half the speed as before, groaning shakily himself.

"Yeah, bitch," He purred, barely keeping from going fast again each time he slid in, his tingling cock bombarded with this heavenly feeling he couldn't describe. "Aw, yeah, that feels so fucking good."

The lewd moan the Tiger-Tiger gave him many thrusts in just reignited the passion to mate within him. He buries himself deep again, firmly grasps both his hips, and rams hard into his anal caverns with reckless abandon. Biskit immediately after is forced down on the mattress again, the side of his cheek pressed firmly into it, with pleasured cries leaving his open maw.

"Yes! Fuck yes! Yes yes yes yesyesyesyesyes! OOOOH, YESSSSS!" He downright screamed, finally overcome with the pleasure of getting fucked again, his face now akin to that of a female slut. His cock convulsed, shooting another burst of cum that soaked the part of the mattress he was plowed into, but he didn't care now that the ecstasy had filled him from all over, meaning all he could do now is take the fierce pounding the teen gave him. Little Cato's face was contorted into one of intense lust and yearning, his fangs bared and gleaming, growls and moaning snarls coming from it while the sounds of flesh on flesh echo in the room, mixed well with Biskit's wanton screams and wails for more and more.

The little techie's claws rip the fabric from how hard he clenched it and his sex-filled cries continue. "More! More! Give me MOOOOORE!" He yowled, having lost contact with his limbs and just shut down everything else in him, save for his prostate getting basically mauled to soreness alongside his ass. Little Cato's grunts turn to half-roars and his brutal thrusts all the more fierce, he's most likely going to end up injuring his mate but he didn't care. He had only one goal in mind, make that sub you're pounding the daylights out of your bitch. Not Kevins, yours, and that's exactly what he's doing. 

Only issue was, he could ravish him for so long before he drew closer and closer to his big moment, and yet...

Little Cato groaned, having slowed down massively from his harsh fucking from before, finally feeling the knot in his gut twist and the throbbing of his dick. "I'm gonna blow, fuck, I'm gonna blow!" 

"Give it to me! Give me all of it, please!" Biskit sobbed, having been driven to tears from being wracked with so much pleasure. "I want iiiiit~!"

Turned on by his broken words, the kit settled back down behind him and thrust hard and deep into him with all of his remaining energy, never stopping until his cock pulsed halfway inside and his grit teeth parts, allowing for a loud cumcry to come forth as he went balls-deep and released a hell of a load he never dreamed of letting go. He huffed out a short cry with each near-painful spurt released from his dick and held tightly to Biskit's waist, leaning down to bite at his uncovered neck as he huskily meowed his catchphrase. His eyes rolled up and shiny with tears that drenched his face with his maw wide open and tongue hanging out.

"Hah! A-ahh! Mmmmrrrrraah...!" The kit purred, letting another pump of cum rock his frame before he slowly pulls out with a wet and slimy pop, thick amounts of jizz oozing from his gaping anus, and another rope plastering the sub-Ventrexian's reddened ass before he collapses to his side and the teen joins in, laying with him and pulling him close, not minding the mess he got on his matted fur.

"O-oh, God, I-I don't think I've bust so hard and so much in like, forever," He murmured, petting down the ears of the techie who was long-since asleep. He chuckled quietly at his loud purring and immediately dozes off with him.