Patrick looked at his watch and adjusted his collar. It was just after six in the morning and the sun was blasting through the airport's expansive windows, showering the security gates in a calming, amber light. But no one in the cougar's family was calm. Their flight was going to leave at seven, and they were only now lined up to go through security.  Katie, Patrick's two-year-old daughter, was antsy and struggled awkwardly in her father's arms until he half-dropped her, swinging her by the arms like a pendulum before putting her down. She crumpled to a giggling heap on the cold tile floor, her bright yellow dress splayed around her and making her look like a strange, wilted flower. Katie's baby sister Mattie was fidgeting in her stroller, kicking her heels as her mother made funny faces at her in an attempt to stop her from screaming again. The entire family had been up since four, and all were looking forward to a well-earned vacation.

	The security check looked routine. A uniformed eagle was watching bags go through the scanner, occasionally taking sips from a steaming cup of coffee. Two canines, a German shepherd and a doberman, waved squeaky-sounding metal wands at bleary-eyed travellers while an antlered stag stood and watched with his arms folded. 
	
	“Please remove all metallic objects,” the shepherd commanded blankly to the family in front of them, “belt buckles, spare change, jewelry, that sort of thing. . .” He waved the bar around and waved the person through. Now it was their turn.
	
	As expected, the doberman stepped in front of the quartet, and repeated the same speech. “Please remove all metallic items from your person,” he droned, “keys, change, watches . . .” Patrick obeyed, putting his luggage, his wife's diaper bag and Katie's red backpack on the conveyer. While the dobie made his speech for the umpteenth time that morning, the stag uncrossed his arms and patted the eagle on the shoulder, pointing at the screen and whispering something. The eagle nodded and in turn whispered to the shepherd, who finally relayed the message to the dobie, mid-speech. His gaze narrowed, and his brown eyes moved from Patrick, to his wife, to his daughters. 	“Could you step over to the side please, sir?” the doberman asked, “We just need to check a few things.” The cougar knew it wasn't a request. He sidestepped obediently and looked at his equally clueless wife while both canines approached his family. “Can you ask your daughter to step forward please?” the uniformed doberman requested flatly. Patrick put his two-year-old daughter down on the ground and nudged her forward. Katie toddled over obediently, and was greeted by a pair of firm paws on her side, patting up and down her ribcage. The hands then moved to her front, and the doberman grinned as he pressed his hands against her boyish chest. Katie whimpered, and her mother gasped. 	
	
	“What are you doing?!” Katie's mother accused, “It's not like she has room to hide anything under there!”
	
	“Try and remain calm, ma'am,” the stag replied flatly, “All standard procedure.”
	
	“The hell it is,” Patrick grumbled under his breath. 
	
	The doberman's hands moved lower, patting down the toddler's legs and then up between them until he boldly reached under her dress to cop a feel. Katie whimpered, threatening to burst into tears at the canine's overly aggressive advances. A lewd bulge was visible from under his uniform.
	
	“That does it!” Patrick hissed, baring his teeth at the pair of canines, “There's no excuse for that kind of treatment! I demand to see your supervisor!”
	
	The stag stood up from behind the desk. “And what can I do for you?” the cervine replied, looking thoroughly uninterested.
	
	“Get your perverted staff away from my daughter,” he demanded, pointing at the grinning dobie.
	
	“Just a random cavity search,” the stag grinned, “Standard procedure. We apologize for the inconvenience.”
	
	The doberman grinned, winking at the male couger. His hand was up the kitten's dress, stroking against her inner thighs. “I think she's hiding something up here,” he announced before turning back to the frightened little kitten, “aren't you little girl?” His fingers pressed against her groin and began rubbing back and forth. Her whimpers of fear turned into short, breathy moans as he rubbed against her sensitive, juvenile sex through the thin fabric.
	
	“Unhand her this instant!” Patrick roared, “Or I'll be filing a very explicit complaint with the airport about what kind of security checks you're running here!” By now, the male cougar's hissing and spitting had garnered quite a bit of attention from his fellow travellers. Everyone in the line was staring, muttering to each other or listening intently for the guard's reaction.
	
	The deer held up his hands in mock fear. “Watch out boys,” he grinned, “We got a badass over here! How about we show the weary travellers exactly how rough our searches can be?”
	
	The eagle grinned, an odd gesture to see through a beak. He leaned into the microphone. “Code purple to zone four, repeat: code purple to zone four!”
	
	The doberman's docked tail wiggled. With a lightning-quick move, he picked up the cougar-kitten and pushed her onto the conveyor belt belly-first, right beside her little red backpack. Katie screamed, kicking ineffectively with her little legs. The canine quickly dropped his pants, revealing a rock-hard, bright red doggy-member to the hoard of shocked travellers. Murmurs ran through the crowd. Parents gripped their curious children. Patrick's jaw dropped. The cougar moved to grab his daughter, but was roughly pushed aside by the German shepherd and forcibly pushed into one of the metal chairs. With a metallic clink, his hands were cuffed behind his back. He struggled vehemently, but only managed to dig the cold steel further into his wrists. 
	
	The dog didn't even bother to take off Katie's undergarments. He pinned the kitten down with a firm hand on her back and shoved her panties aside with the other before roughly shoving his hips forward. Katie screamed, the dog howled, and her tight passage was suddenly stretched wide by nearly a foot of warm, slippery meat. Even though the obscene act was obscured by her bright dress, anyone with half a brain could tell what was going on. Katie's toes curled, and she gripped the conveyer belt for dear life as the canine railed her with astonishing ease.
	
	By now, the extra agents the stag had summoned began to arrive. Katie's mother fainted, and was caught by a rather stunned otter behind her before being fastened to a chair beside her husband. Her father hissed angrily. Her baby sister started bawling, likely more upset by the noise than anything else. The extra uniformed men kept the crowds at bay while the other canine, the German shepherd, eyed little Mattie suspiciously, intent on quieting the little brat down. 
	
	“Oh dear,” he mocked, “Seems we woke someone up! I got a cure for that hideous racket . . .” He unzipped his fly and dropped his drawers on the spot, prompting another wave of whispers through the gawking crowd. Some were horrified, but there were some that wore the look of obvious envy at the sight of the magnificent glistening rocket – envious of his size, or perhaps of what he was about to do with it. “Open up, squirt,” he grinned as he pushed his hips into the stroller, turning her wailing screams into muffled 'mmphs' of surprise. To his delight, the infant latched on quickly to the fleshy tip, grabbing onto the shaft with her tiny hands. The shepherd shivered in bliss, and gripped the sides of the stroller, pushing it against the wall right in front of the wide-eyed father. “Wow, she's a pro!” he announced, and grinned at the parents. “Feels like she had a good teacher!”
	
	A high-pitched squeal from Katie drew the attention of the crowd. She was holding onto the conveyer for dear life. “Oh wow!” The dobie grunted, eyeing the father with a wry smirk on his face, his cock buried almost up to the knot, “She's already so wet . . .I don't think this is her first time!” Katie could only whine in response. The dog was right – not only was the toddler kitten well-accustomed to a throbbing, turgid cock between her legs, but she enjoyed it immensely! 
	
	“You're so much. . . bigger than daddy!” she moaned, sending the eagle into a fit of squawking laughter. 
	
	“Daddy's little slut, eh?” the eagle beamed, already unbuckling his belt, “I bet he got some good use out of that pretty little mouth of yours, too, open wide!” The avian grabbed the kitten's jaw, and poked the tip of his tapered member between her thin lips. “And watch those teeth – woah!” A sudden thrust from the doberman roughly pushed Katie forwards, forcing almost the entirety of the avian's shaft right down her toddler-sized throat, creating a visible bulge that moved with every roll of the bird's hips. They were spit roasting her right in the middle of the checkpoint!
	
	The crowd was frantic by now. Fathers shifted uncomfortably, their hands squirming in their pockets, holding their children close, perhaps a little too close. They eyed one another suspiciously, some of them turning away from embarrassment, others huddling their children and hurrying them away to more private places. One unfortunate fox kit was unceremoniously yanked from her parents' arms and immediately pinned up against the wall by a pair of wolves. She was stripped bare in a matter of seconds, and her protests were silenced by a mighty, knotted cock.  
	
	Somewhere in the sea of bug-eyed onlookers, a little mouse-girl tugged at her father's sleeve. “What are they doing?” she asked, her beady pink eyes looking upwards as she pitifully tried to jump up to see over the heads of the travellers in front of them. She was the picture of innocence – cloud-white fur, a pink, whip-like tail, and lithe, naked-looking claws. She was dressed in a green t-shirt and a black skirt. She couldn't have been older than five. Her father stammered, trying his best to explain the profane act in front of him while somehow hiding the tent in his pants. Unfortunately, his daughter found it first.
	
	“What's that?” she asked innocently, grabbing the bulge. Her father tensed up like a board, and shooed his daughter's hand away.
	
	“Don't touch that, Mel!” he scolded in a stage whisper, pushing her hand away.
	
	“Why not?” she pouted.
	
	“It's . . .something you'll learn when you're older.
	
	“But I'm a big girl!” The mouse insisted, her narrow, whiskered snout beginning to quiver. Her father could never stand to see that look, and she was beginning to pick up on it. As soon as he saw those big, glistening eyes, he was lost. What father could resist that?”
	
	“. . .Alright,” he sighed, taking her small hand in his, “Daddy's gonna teach you a special lesson. Come on.” He wormed his way through the crowd, the howls of bliss fading into the background. He took her to the men's washroom. Nothing strange about that, he thought; she was too small to go into the lady's room by herself, and he wouldn't be caught dead in there. He took her into a stall, and locked the door with a click. Already he was nervous. 
	
	“Alright Mel,” he began as his daughter hoisted herself up onto the seat of the toilet, “do you remember when daddy told you the difference between boys and girls?” Melanie nodded. “Do you remember the little game we played?” Melanie nodded again, and began to shimmy out of her black skirt. Her father nodded, and dropped his pants to the floor. “Your turn.” The mouse-girl grinned and slid her pink panties down to her knees, rocking back on the seat and kicking her feet in the air to remove the troublesome undergarments. Her father took his turn, pushing his boxer shorts down to the floor and letting his cock out for air. His daughter had seen it before, accidentally of course, but never this close.
	
	“wow,” she marvelled. Her father's ears turned a rather interesting shade of crimson. He never thought he was particularly impressive, but to a kindergartener, everything probably looked bigger. 
	
	“Now this time,” he whispered, “we're gonna do more than just look. Hold still for a moment,” he commanded, and lightly took her ankles in his hand, pushing them over his shoulders. He took a deep breath. Eating out his preteen daughter in an airport washroom was not how he planned to spend his morning. Little Melanie's pristine, white fur grew progressively shorter as it approached her mons, which was nearly hairless. He closed his eyes and pressed his tongue against it, and listened to her daughter sigh blissfully. She tasted almost like her mother, a taste that the older male had already long grown accustomed to. It made it that much easier to dig right in and feel her sharp little toes curl around the back of his neck. 
	
	“oh. . . oh daddy!” she gasped as his tongue gently widened her nether lips and pressed against her immature clit. Her father never thought he'd hear those words come out of her mouth! The older rat took his time, rubbing his tongue around her puffy mound, not daring to plunge into her depths just yet. He wanted her good and ready before he went any further. He could feel her getting wetter and wetter, and he eagerly lapped up her sweet nectar from between her legs. With a final long, slow lick he rose from the floor, member in hand.
	
	“Ready for the next part of the game?” he asked, still mortified that someone might see him. His daughter nodded eagerly and kept her legs spread. The older male started very slowly, rubbing the tip of his cock against her puffy little lips before bracing himself and pushing forward, shoving the head of his cock inside her virgin depths and tearing through her hymen in one swift stroke. Melanie shrieked and clenched her hips together. 
	
	“T-too big!” she stammered, “Too much!” But it was already too late. Her father had had a taste of the forbidden fruit, and he wasn't about to stop now. She tried to get up from the seat, but her father held her down fast, palming her flat chest through her shirt. She squirmed violently, but that only wriggled her further down her father's cock. “S-stop!” she commanded, but her father was deaf to her cries. He continued to shove himself inside her tight folds further and further, until he just couldn't go anymore. His daughter shrieked and fussed feverishly, but he was lost in lust, hammering his cock back and forth while holding her arms back against the wall. She was the tightest thing he'd ever felt, and it wasn't long before he could feel a familiar tingling down there.
	
	“Daddy's gonna cum!” he whispered, leaning down to keep her pinned against the toilet seat. Melanie could only whimper in response. She wrapped her arms and legs around her father as she felt something warm and wet suddenly splash inside her, and then again, the excess liquid spraying out onto the bathroom floor. 
	
	“Are. . .are you done?” Melanie asked a few moments later. Her father nodded.
	
	“Next time,” he whispered into her ear, “Daddy will let you win!”
	
	The action up near the checkpoint was still heating up. The doberman had managed to wedge his knot inside the toddler-kitten and was jerking her back and forth roughly, forcing her to essentially face-fuck the eagle on her other side. An ecstatic howl echoed through the airport as the tiny tot's womb was suddenly flooded with hot ropes of doggy seed, held in place by the canine's enormous bulb.
	
	The German shepherd seemed mighty pleased with himself – all he had to do was stand in front of the stroller with his hands on his hips while little baby Mattie did all the work for him – suckling and nursing vigorously on the tip of his cock like it was her mother's teat. She had quite the little grip on her, and it wasn't long before the uniformed dog doubled over the stroller, tongue hanging out in bliss as his seed filled her mouth and throat, and she just kept going! 
	
	The stag took over where the shepherd left off in short order, pushing the exhausted doggy aside and unsnapping the bottom of Mattie's onesie. He undid her diaper, letting the front part hang out, and got straight to work, rubbing the tip of his long, slender shaft against her chubby little folds. He wiped the excess spunk off her face and fed it to her from the tip of his finger, giggling as she eagerly sucked it off. “Such a good little girl!” he cooed, gently testing her taut nether lips to see if he could fit.
	
	To the stag's surprise, the infant kitten didn't seem to have a hymen at all – the stag could just push right inside! He winked at the father knowingly. This wasn't her first time! His slender shaft could slip inside an inch or two before he felt like he was hitting something. He went slowly at first, reassuring her with lewd words spoken in sweet dulcet tones. “Such a good little whore,” he sang, keeping her subdued with a hand on her chest, “I bet you're already daddy's biggest cockslut, aren't you?” Yes you are!”
	
	Patrick shuddered. If only the stag knew the whole truth. Mattie wasn't his biggest cockslut – that title belonged to her sister – but she was well on her way. After seeing how well Katie reacted to her daddy's cock during her first year, he decided to start Mattie out even earlier. It was the night after they got home from the hospital. Both girls were in their parents' room, in separate cribs. Mattie started crying first, Mattie woke Katie, who woke Patrick and his wife. Patrick rose from his bed and insisted that his wife get a little more rest. He took Mattie in his arms and Katie over his shoulder and headed off to the nursery.
	
	He plucked a bottle from the warmer and passed it to Katie. She seemed more upset that her little sister had woken her up as opposed to being hungry or wet, but Patrick undid her diaper just to make sure. She was clean as a whistle. 
	
	After Katie decided she was done with the bottle and Patrick had finished changing little newborn Mattie, Patrick paused. He was alone in the nursery with his two little girls . . .what better opportunity could he ask for?
	
	Mattie was naked, squirming and cooing on the changing table. Her father didn't need much help to get hard. The sight of his newborn daughter was all it took for him to start sporting a raging erection. He dropped his pants quietly and began rubbing his baby's soft fur with his member, paying special attention to that smooth, furless mound between her legs. It didn't seem to bother Mattie in the slightest! 
	
	Then, Patrick had an idea. He took little Katie under her arms and placed her on top of his member.  His two little kittens were face to face, sandwiching his turgid member between them. Bending over the changing cot, he slowly pushed forward, shivering as he felt both tiny pussies slide against his shaft. With two little girls slipping and sliding across his member, there was no way way he was going to last more than a minute, he thought. It was a chore keeping them both steady, with Mattie squirming below and Katie fidgeting above. And as he predicted, if didn't take him long to cover the both of them in hot, sticky feline cum. A few baby wipes later, and his darling wife would be none the wiser.
	
	“Hey, turn'er this way and let the rest of us have a peek!” came a cry from the audience, rousing the cougar from his thoughts. The staff giggled, and the stag was only too happy to oblige, lifting the little girl out of her stroller and holding her against his chest. “She's so tight!” he groaned, prompting a chuckle from the eagle beside him, balls-deep in little Katie.
	
	“She may be tight,” the bird teased,  “but her older sister here can take my whole cock!”
	
	“Sounds like a personal problem,” he shot back, prompting hoots and hollers from the crowd.
	
	“Still, I'd like to see you stuff yourself all the way – ah!” The avian thrust his hips forward, watching as Katie's eyes widened, cum beginning to leak from her mouth before she was forced to swallow as much as she could before she choked. Her throat was coated, and she made an icky face before she started coughing up the leftover bird-cum.
	
	“Can't last long either, I see,” the doberman grinned.”
	
	A few moments later the stag hit his climax as well, bleating out proudly as Mattie wailed in confusion, the warm spunk literally spewing from her overflowing womb and dribbling back on the floor. The baby was buttoned back up without so much as a wipe and deposited back in the stroller. The doberman pulled out of Katie with a lewd, wet pop, flinging a strand of white, sticky stuff onto the floor. Patrick and his wife were uncuffed, and the doberman handed them a set of boarding passes – slightly different than the ones they had come in with. He cleared his throat and grinned,
	
	“We apologize for the inconvenience, sir,” he began, “I do hope you and your family will accept these new tickets as an apology. Your private jet awaits you at gate Seven.”