Elix woke up, on his back in the bed as the sun shone over his toes. Beside him, uncle Keith was asleep, rolled up in the thin blankets. The kitten looked over at the clock. 7:14 a.m.
        With a little hop out of bed, Elix stood up and walked into the bathroom to ease his bladder, wide awake after a good long rest overnight. When the kitten was done, he padded over to the laptop and woke it from sleep mode. Uncle Keith snored. While the kitten waited for the mail client to load and connect to the resort's network, he looked over--a small white card was in front of the door, on the floor. Up close, it simply read, "Our compliments."
        Confused, Elix looked around the room. Nothing particularly special was around. He reached up and slid the latch back, opening the door. The sun lit up his white fur, the kitten naked from ears to toes, revealing a basket of fresh island fruit. There was no card in the basket, but the ribbon tied over the top of the basket was in the resort's signature colours.
        The kitten hauled the basket in and closed the door, and then looked over the fruit. He settled on a starfruit, grabbing the curious thing, and sat back down at the computer. Kitten claws peeled a vein of skin off, exposing the juicy flesh underneath. One new message was in Elix's CubMail inbox, not counting the usual mailing list traffic. The subject read, "Wish you were here!"

Elix clicked on the message, noticing it was from his playmate back home, Iyu. The message reminded the kitten to have fun and bring home lots of pictures, and included an attachment. Elix clicked on it, and up popped up a picture of Iyu's bottom half, seated in a grownup's lap. Both of the furs were naked, with the spry joeyboy against a skunk's chest, knees spread, heels together. Iyu's paws were hugging his ankles, and all four paws were in colourful woolen mittens and socks, blue with white stripes on his hands, and pink flower socks over his feet. The camera was just high enough to show the grownup skunk's white balls under the young roo's gray crotchfur, and a black-mittened paw was stroking Iyu's erection. Elix giggled, touching himself, recognizing their homeroom teacher's distinctive markings. "Wish you were in here!" was written over Iyu's knee in pastel letters, obviously added afterwards.
        The kitten purred, stroking himself, cocklet stiffening and poking towards his belly, and he got an idea. He clicked to hide his CubMail and opened a folder on the desktop marked 'Digi.' Thumbnails from all the pictures uncle Keith had taken started loading in the window, and Elix looked for one. He double-clicked on a likely picture, bringing up a photo of himself, on the bed his uncle was sound asleep in right then, the freshly-orgasmic boy spread out with his navy blue trunks bunched around his ankles and his shiny erection against his belly. Elix's tail flicked, and he dragged the picture onto his CubMail, quickly sending Iyu the picture his uncle had taken of him after a blowjob.
        Elix's fingers rolled along his shaft as he watched the progress bar move along the screen, and then he logged out of his mail and spun around in the chair. Uncle was still asleep. An idea popped into Elix's head, and the more he thought about it, the stiffer his erection got. He hesitated for a second, and then hopped off the chair. Nimble feet carried him up the stairs to the second floor, the stairs much easier to ascend after dawn, and he slid the glass door open for the deck. The nude boy climbed into the hammock stretched over part of the deck and slid onto his back, tail finding its way between the threads. He looked out over the rolling ocean, one of the only people in the whole resort awake, and then he got down to the business of pawing off outdoors.
        Elix's paw pumped up and down his curved shaft, and he took a deep breath, holding it, as his other paw slid down his perineum and pressed against his tailhole, the boy teasing himself. Even with his eyes closed, it was bright, the sky quite blue from the sun climbing up over the resort balconies. The kitten rolled over, wobbling as his knees pressed against the woven strands and he settled on his belly, wiggling just enough to allow his erection to slide out into the space below the hammock, between threads. His balls safely rested in the same gap, still tucked tight to his body. With a small effort, he got both legs straight and out of the hammock, knees pressing the edges of the hammock together. One arm fed through a gap in the mesh, and he resumed stroking himself, swinging lightly under the open sky. The breeze pushed the hammock and charge a bit, causing very soft creaking sounds to come from the heavy bolts holding up the ends of the sling.
        Huffing, Elix concentrated on forming a ring shape with his index finger and thumb, pumping up and down his shaft. Everything in a hammock took a little more effort, since gravity worked the other way compared to his normal choice of reclining supine to please himself. He managed to get his other paw free, through the many strands forming the hammock, and he sucked on his finger, drooling saliva all over it. Elix's nostrils flared as he took a sudden deep breath, snout poking out the bottom. "Ah," he let out, paw slipping back through the hammock to reach down his back. As the surf rolled in and a distant greeting was called out by some beach-goer to another, Elix lifted his tail for his own finger, pressing the wet digit to his pucker. Mewls came from the kitten as he coaxed his sphincter open, cheeks flushed as the breeze tickled his wrist. His penis pulsed, tingling feelings getting stronger as he wormed his finger inside, feeling the mild sting of spit rubbing his dry passage. Unbidden, the scent and image of Eric came to him, that sultry siamese purr filling his ears, so different from uncle's rumbly bass sounds. Elix's finger curled and then dug at his prostate, knuckles pressing on his rumpcheeks, and he gasped, rocking helplessly in the hammock as he jerked off to the sudden fantasy of being fucked by the grown male.

The kitten slumped in the hammock, taking deep breaths, arm dangling over the floor as the hammock swayed. He withdrew his finger from under his tail, clenching his rumpcheeks from the suddenly-empty feeling. Rolling a bit, the kitten sniffed at his finger, holding it at a distance. He then wriggled out of the hammock, slipping off of it and onto his feet, and he made his way back down to the bathroom to clean up and wake up his uncle.

Keith dropped the engine out of gear and pushed a button. With a fairly loud rattling and a hum, the automatic winch started feeding chain to the anchor at the bow of the boat, lowering it into the water. Elix sat on his cushioned chair in the shade of the cabin, sipping at his mangosteen juice box. Clasped between his legs, he held his day-glo yellow air tanks so they wouldn't slide around the boat. The boat drifted to a stop and bobbed in the waves, quite a distance from land. The GPS beeped at Keith's side and he pressed a button to silence the next-node indicator.
        "We're here!" Elix smiled up at his uncle, wearing his navy blue crotch-hugging trunks. The winch rattled out more chain as the boat drifted a few feet, pushed about by the currents. Keith switched the ignition for the engine off, leaving only the rattling of the anchor chain being let down and the gentle slap-slap of sloshing waves against the hull of the boat. The kitten sipped the last of his juice dry, straw sucking up air. He then slipped off his seat and walked to the stern of the boat, grabbing onto Keith's tanks for support. Behind the secured tanks in their metal canister mounts, and over the transom of the dive boat, a wide expanse of water separated Elix from the beach. Only a thin tan line marked shore, followed by almost-cartoonish miniature boxes shaped like villas and buildings under a large looming mountain draped in green. From shore, the mountain was actually a good distance inland, but from the boat it looked like it was ready to crowd out the resort entirely.
        Elix's nose twitched and he sniffed, the salty air unadulterated by the resort's sometimes-spicy, sometimes-clean mix of smells. He looked around, straining to get a better view. The coastline continued southward along the horizon to port, interrupted by small islands scattered along the coast like crumbs. Closest to the point was a ring-like shape that Elix guessed was the arch-featured island he saw on the bus ride to the resort. Towards the the starboard side, the coast ran on a while, sandy beach kissing the water, before disappearing out of sight abruptly, as the island curved back around. Beyond, nothing but blue ran all the way off to the horizon.
        Uncle Keith slipped out of his shorts, tossing them on the floor in the cabin, penis half-erect. Elix looked back, and he giggled up at his uncle. "Why're you gettin' undressed?" The grownup just chuckled and padded over to his nephew, peeling the boy's shorts down over his hips. Keith's erection stood up as he exposed that delicate, flaccid kittenhood.
        "Thought we'd have a nice bare dive, hmm?" Elix wriggled out of his suit and turned, exposing his cute bubble butt to his uncle. He held his arms out, looking over his shoulder, and Keith hefted his tanks, holding them up so Elix could slip his arms through the shoulder straps. Big paws buckled the waist strap snug as the weight of Elix's tanks tugged on his shoulders. Elix tugged the straps taut, and then he opened his mouth as the rebreather touched his lips. He picked up his goggles from the bench and tucked them over his head, making sure they sat snug over his eyes, before slipping them onto his forehead.
        Keith began suiting himself up for the dive, getting his tanks on, meter dangling at his hip. Elix helped buckle the tanks on, giggling as Keith's erection pushed at his belly. "H-hey, mmf, hee! I'm tryin' to buckle you, uncle!" Keith just laughed, the big tabby rumbling. He checked his tank, and then reached back, turning the knob. A hiss of air tickled at his neck from the mouth of the rebreather. Elix grabbed his neon yellow flippers and slipped them on, leaning over, causing his belly to chub up a bit, while Keith put his own on. The kitten walked backwards onto the dive deck at the stern of the boat as his dive partner followed him.
        "What're you forgetting, kiddo?" Elix looked up and pulled his goggles over his head. When Keith shook his head, the boy looked at his meter. Keith shook his head again. Elix turned, grabbing the railing on the deck.
        Keith groaned and shook his head as Elix arched his back, a stream of pale urine arcing into the air before splashing into the sea behind the boat, lending a pitter-patter splash to the lapping sounds of waves kissing the transom. He couldn't help but laugh at the clueless, inspired ingenuity of his only nephew. When Elix had finished, Keith approached him and twisted the knob on the kitten's tank, prompting a flow of air into the rebreather. "Oh. Uh, yeah."

With a splash and a cloud of bubbles, Elix tucked backwards into the water, kicking his way around and away from the boat, towards the wavy light above. His head broke through the surface just as his uncle slipped under with a bigger splash, and then he felt paws sliding up his legs and over his asscheeks. Looking down, Elix saw the looming and wave-distorted shape of his uncle, pink goggles rather distinctive. Uncle Keith surfaced, and he nudged Elix's shoulder downwards. The kitten nodded and pushed water up with his paws, dunking under the surface. Bubbles rushed up, twice, three times as the kitten tested his air. Keith dropped down with him, looking at Elix through the clouds of gas climbing above them, and he smiled. Elix's fur was wavy in the water, alive and surreal. Keith tilted his head and then dove down, heading towards the sea bottom. Elix followed, looking down ahead of his uncle. The boat was anchored in a sand bed, and they started by following the anchor down to the bottom. Elix's gauge indicated he was twelve fathoms down. Uncle Keith looked at his gauge and flipped it over, and then held it flat, looking at the compass on the back. He pointed due west, and kicked off, slow enough for Elix to follow behind. The sea was quiet, disturbed only by the gabbing of the two rebreathers venting.
        After five minutes of swimming, Elix saw their destination in the murky distance. The sand bed had given way to a sprawling coral reef, reaching in every direction, with some rocky outcroppings to either side, although the base of the reef under them was flat. To the kitten, it felt like they were being guided west, almost a runway of sorts. The reef itself flattened out and almost submerged beneath the sand before it rose up again, forming a wall about twice Keith's height. Behind the wall, Elix saw what almost looked like a whale skeleton, or at least what he imagined it to be. Keith followed behind the kitten as he swam up, clearing the reef. The dive map marked this spot as The Hooks, home to not only a coral reef but the sunken ruins of an old whaling boat. Only the major sections of hull remained, mostly the keel and the ribs of wood spaced every few meters that once held the hull of the vessel together. While the large vessel once was the unfortunate graveyard for the great northern whales, it was now home to a wild variety of native sea life in the much warmer waters near the equator.
        Elix swam down with a strong kick, gliding over the lower hull, where a few pieces of rotted wood still clung to the ribs. Anemones and various plants were growing at the broken bow of the ship, hull split at the base of the reef, leaving only the base of the hull wedged against the rock. Some of the sunken ribs were bare and broken, a few standing high and others shattered partway up, but others were columns of wild growth, becoming part of the living reef. Some distance down towards the stern of the ruins, a ray swam, between the long row of ridges, and Elix kicked down to the bottom, barely over the pale green anemones as the ray swam over him, silent sail-like body rippling with each little movement. Elix rolled over on his back, looking at a vibrant piece of blue coral growing out of a rib, where a chunk had been taken out of, and he saw his uncle close behind him, following his naked body.
        Elix swam circles through the Hooks, each loop sliding down one row as he examined the entire wreck in a methodical fashion. A glint caught his eye, and Elix swam down to see, abandoning his lazy examination of the leaf-encrusted top of a rib. He grabbed his meter as he swam down. According to the dial, they had twenty minutes of air left in the safe zone, and then he let it fall to his side as he kicked hard and drifted down to an exposed chunk of hull. The wood was coral-free, and quite rotten, but what interested Elix the most was a dull metal bit wedged between two pieces of splintered wood against the hull. He carefully tugged at it and freed a tarnished disc. Worn by an age under the water, a dull coin of a collapsed empire looked at him as he held it in two fingers. The rim was ridged, although it was clear that the sea had softened the edge to a much less distinctive look than its original minted design.
        Keith swam up behind Elix, realizing he had found something, and he looked closely as the kitten lifted it into the light a little; a coin. The tabby just waited, looking over his naked nephew as bubbles climbed up towards the surface. A little shiver of relief ran down his tail as he watched the kitten wedge it back into the broken wreck. It was clear he had paid attention when Adrian had lectured him on disturbing artifacts or sea life from any site.

Keith tapped Elix on the shoulder, and the nude kitten rolled over, looking up at his uncle. The tabby held up his meter, and Elix looked at his own. It was time to go back. Keith took his nephew's paw, and they swam out of the wreck, climbing vertically, and then he hugged his nephew to his chest, pressing that soft little ass against his belly, and gave powerful kicks, working to propel both of them through the water. Elix just held on, essentially drifting, and his paw reached down, grasping his uncle's penis. He started to stroke and squeeze it as his uncle kicked hard, towards the boat, following the compass. By the time they reached the anchor chain, Elix's thighs were squeezed around a thick erection, and Keith's kicking slowed, starting to climb, slow enough to avoid the bends. The arm around Elix let go.
        The kitten looked up at his uncle, his own penis stiffening, and he quickly hugged around the adult's middle and slid down, shaft poking Keith's belly, his own rump getting a firm poking. The boy almost giggled, a cloud of bubbles obscuring his uncle's face.
        Keith's head broke the surface, in the shadow of the boat, and he lifted Elix away so the boy would surface on his own, and they swam around towards the stern of the boat to get to the ladder. Elix scrambled up onto the low-built deck of the diving platform and spat out his rebreather, his uncle right behind him. However, still on his knees, the kitten felt a firm push against his anus, strong fingers lifting his tail.
        "Tease your uncle under water, hmm?" Firm paws grasped Elix's hips as one of his favorite penises began to slide inside his bottom, and he mewled, grasping the lip of the gate into the cockpit of the boat. The craft bounced in the waves as Elix's bottom slowly accepted his uncle's shaft, fur soaked and dripping, his own cocklet stiff. With a grunt, Elix felt his uncle bottom out, and then draw back, the empty feeling making him shiver before the inevitable re-stuffing. Elix rolled his hips as he felt his uncle pull him back, bodies meeting in a quickening pace, and he groaned. His rebreather bubbled in the water, having slid off the platform, and he groaned as his uncle's hips slapped against his ass, his oxygen tanks an extra weight, making it almost feel like his uncle was atop him. Each thrust brought about a little grunt from the boy, cocklet throbbing. Elix clung to the stern of the boat, secretly even more fond of these times when his uncle Keith was brisk and almost rough, because it felt that much more naughty to be used by a loved one. 
        It didn't take long for Elix to feel his uncle speed up, moaning under the blue sky, and his muscles gripped hard as the tabby's shaft pushed in all the way and started to pump hot gushes of sperm into the eight-year-old's rectum. Elix just hung on, his penis still stiff and twitching from the anal penetration. Keith slowly pulled out, smearing the dribbles from his shaft across the boy's rump, and he carefully stood up and climbed over him into the boat, leaving Elix to get up and climb in after him. The boy's legs wobbled, and he giggled, slipping out of his flippers. Keith fetched Elix's water bottle from the cooler before taking his own flippers off.

Elix moaned before gulping back a sip of water, two thick fingers in his bottom where his uncle'd just been, rolling his hips forward into warm, welcoming saliva. One paw patted his uncle's head as it bobbed, suckling his shaft. The stimulation of two fingers bicycling on his prostate was too much, and Elix quickly set his water down before he yowled, screaming out loud, and pressed his uncle's head down with both paws, pushing it into his crotch. He grunted, penis twitching, and a runny squirt leapt over Keith's tongue as his nephew came.

While the anchor winch hauled up the rattling chain, Keith fastened the tanks away, still naked. Both felines' fur was basically dried. "Mmm, you know, you squirted for me," Keith said.
        "I did?"
        "Yep. You're growing. About the same time your dad did, so you'll be squirting sperm before your ninth birthday, I think, kitten." Elix just grinned, rubbing his flaccid shaft.
        As Keith sat at the controls for the boat, he waved Elix over, erection standing between the tabby's legs. "Wanna ride in my lap on the way back?" Elix nodded, grinning. The kitten climbed up into his uncle's lap like a monkey, grasped Keith's dick, and carefully sat on it, with a moan, using the semen that'd been left there shortly before to lubricate his uncle's second time. With a moan from the grownup, they were off, Elix getting to steer as he wiggled on his uncle's shaft.

After lunch, Elix left his uncle and walked to his kayaking class, walking down that now-familiar path to the pool. He stopped in at the dive shop for a second and waved to Adrian, who walked over and ruffled his headfur and talked to him a moment in that wonderful island dialect, and then he jogged over to the trio of small plastic kayaks. The instructor, a raccoon in shorts and a staff shirt, was waiting there, sipping water. She smiled, glancing at her clipboard. "Elix Whitetail?"
        Elix nodded. "That's me," he said. The young raccoon, looking no older than 30, clearly wearing a bra under her shirt, smiled.
        "Just waiting for two more, dear, and they should be here any minute." Elix sat down by the kayaks and waited, wiggling his toes. Against Keith's suggestion, he wore his blue swimsuit with its complete lack of modesty for its wearer. After a minute, two brown rabbits in identical swimming shorts with the drawstrings tied in granny knots walked around the corner from the dive shop and approached the kayaks. Elix smiled at them and waved. They looked like twin boys, one slightly taller than the other, and they even had identical haircuts.
        "Teagen and Matthew?" The twins answered to their names when the instructor asked, and then she checked off three lines on her clipboard and began by introducing herself as Mary, one of the kayak tour guides and instructors with the resort. After a brief review of safety, she had all three cubs in life jackets and in their kayaks in the pool. The kayaks were short, stubby craft with rounded ends and a small, fixed plastic fin in the stern, but they fit well for flatwater practice and training. 
        Within minutes, the twins were tearing around the pool, with Elix close behind, doing clumsy but energetic laps. Teagan was better than her brother at maneuvering, though the practice kayaks had little in the way of directional control outside of the paddles. Since pushing water with one end of the paddle would make the kayak turn away from that side, it took a careful balance to keep the bow of the stubby craft pointing in the intended direction. The girl seemed to intuitively know to push her weight into the strokes, balancing out the shift in force as she went. Matthew, however, was the superior sibling in terms of speed, putting more power into his strokes. The boy wanted to and knew how to go fast. Elix was quickly behind them, trying to race Matthew, once he got the hang of keeping his kayak from spinning around in a circle. Mary watched from the deck, clipboard hiding her crotch. Quietly, the raccoon touched herself, commando under her shorts, watching the energetic cubs race around, splashing and laughing.
        After two hours of practice, with a few breaks, Mary blew her whistle. As they'd been trained, all three cubs immediately paddled to the edge of the pool in a line, one half of the paddle on the deck, holding the edge as the waves bobbed them. The afternoon sun kept the whole area bathed in warmth, and all three cubs were clearly sweaty from paddling. "Good! Now, everyone climb out and haul your kayaks out. I'll see you tomorrow. Same time, okay?"
        Elix was the first out of his kayak, lifting himself out and planting his butt on the pool's deck. The three quickly had their kayaks out and turned upside-down on the deck, alongside their paddles. At Mary's word, they jogged off to the showers to rinse off the chlorine from the pool, the twins running hand-in-hand.

Elix stretched out his snug shorts in the front, looking down as water pooled around his penis from the shower spray. He let the suit snap back with a satisfying little smack and then turned the taps off. He slicked down his fur and then shook dry, letting the sun take care of the rest. He stepped out of the stall, pushing the opaque curtain out of the way, and walked around the short partition and down the path. The next stall over, between two palm trees, was still occupied by the twins. The kitten crept closer, hearing giggling sounds over the spray. He peeked around the corner, and saw the curtain drawn across the stall entrance. Leaning in a little closer, Elix blinked. Teagan's feet were sticking out of the stall, toes on the floor under the minor lip. The curtain was just high enough to show her teardrop tail, white underside exposed, lifted along her back. The girl was kneeling in the stall, the base of her plump labia furless and visible as brown fingers played with them, sliding between them and pushing them about. The girl's sex was somewhat reddened and slick. One finger slipped between those pouty folds, and Elix leaned in as it seemed to reach deeper than a knuckle. The curtain then rippled, and he looked up, seeing a head-shaped lump push the plastic veil back and then disappear from the surface. Giggles were mixed with moans, and the curtain started shifting with a noticeable cadence as the round dent pushed in and disappeared, over and over. Elix's shorts were tenting at the sight, his purring masked by the shower.

Elix walked up to the suite door, and he brushed each foot over the soft, bristly mat at the door, cleaning his paws of the wet sand from his walk back from peeking in on the twins playing. As he was about to grip the door knob, he heard a sound from above, a moan that stirred his memory. The kitten looked up at the balcony edge on the second floor, where he'd greeted the sun, but couldn't see anything. A squeal and a giggle bubbled over the edge. Elix's fingers gripped the knob and turned it as slow as he could, pushing the creaky door of the suite inward just slow enough not to trigger the loudest noises. After closing the door behind him, he started to creep up the narrow staircase, on all fours, holding onto each step above him as he ascended, slow. The third-grader's ears perked at what he heard. Clearly, Sal having naughty fun, along with Eric's approval.
        "Oh, Keith! Stop teasing, baby. Right here!" Elix paused, only six steps below the top landing. Uncle Keith was up there? Uncle's laugh rumbled, and there was a shifting of fur on fabric, and then another squeal from Sal. Elix's heart worked hard, ears flushed, and he eased himself up. One step. From upstairs, there was the creak of wood. One more step. Eric's purring was audible. Elix tried to resist breathing hard, his body worked up. Another step. One more. Elix's ears folded, and he waited. The creaking came again, and then started to sound off in a slow rhythm. Elix pushed himself up one more step and then lifted his head, eyes looking over the landing. Across the floor, Elix saw his uncle's feet, toes braced on the floor, shaft half-buried in siamese snatch. The two were coupled on one of the benches that had been pulled away from the wall. Legs belonging to his partner were wrapped around the tabby's waist, and each time he pushed in, firm, there was a creak and a moan. Elix's cheeks flushed, and his pulse went up even higher. Keith wasn't wearing a condom. Looking about a bit, he saw a leg to the left. The colour matched his uncle's mating partner.
        Elix crept up to the landing and stood up, and he took one step around, seeing Eric, as expected, the grown male stroking himself, totally nude. Elix's finger was in front of his muzzle when Eric turned and looked, and his eyebrows lifted, but he said nothing. Elix let his finger drop and grinned, ears perking. The boy slid over onto Eric's lap, letting the siamese feel that soft, bubble butt on his thigh, and small fingers wrapped around his lubricated shaft. Eric looked back at his wife getting mated by the other male, shaft jumping at the feeling of his new little friend stroking it. A rough tongue on his nipple made him start, and he looked down to see the most mischevous grin on a little boy. Sal and Keith continued to fuck, unaware of the new arrival. Beyond them, the sliding glass door let in the afternoon breeze, wide open.
        Elix turned, leaning up, and pressed a kiss to Sal's lips. The siamese leaned his head down and widened the kiss with the sweet kitten, tongue parting the boy's lips. Elix's arm slung around the grownup's shoulder as his other paw busily stroked the shaft it gripped. Elix suddenly broke the kiss and slipped down onto his feet, swim trunks tented in front. He just winked at Eric and then turned around, backing up between the siamese's legs. Before them, Keith's thrusts quickened, making Sal bite her lips to avoid screaming. Elix's fingers peeled his trunks down a few inches, exposing soft kitten ass.
        Eric gasped as Elix slid back, the boy starting to sit on his shaft, pushing those cute little cheeks apart and accepting that lubed length. Elix wriggled, and then he looked up at his partner and grasped the adult's paws, pressing them to his hips. Eric's grip was loose, and then he held the kitten close, pulling down an inch, making Elix's head tilt back with a little moan.

Sal shook, legs hugging Keith's back, and she gripped at his fur, toes flexing. She opened her eyes when he slowed down and chuckled. "Uhn, what is it? Why're yuh stopping?" The ladycat noticed Keith's head was turned, and she looked over at where he was looking. In her husband's lap, her wettest little dream was riding, heels on her mate's knees, getting bounced with paws that bore the twin of her own wedding ring. "When?"
        Keith grinned down at her. "Don't know when, but let's not interrupt them." Keith's strokes started again, with renewed vigor. Sal watched as Eric's fingers held Elix tight, helping the kitten glide down his whole shaft. Better was the boy's expression, ears pressed back against Sal's chest, muzzle wide in an ecstatic grin.
        Before too long, Keith was still, buried deep in a sticky place. Sal was panting, watching her husband sodomize a prepubescent kitten. Elix had taken control, meanwhile, and was stirring his rump on Eric's crotch, feet together on the floor. His little penis curved against his belly as he rested his paws on his bent knees, rolling his hips around in a circle. The kitten's eyes were closed, ears folded, little moans escaping his open muzzle from the intense stimulation of that thick shaft in his bottom. Eric, for his part, was digging his claws into the edge of the bench, knees spread wide, drooling from the boy's motions. The precocious kitten leaned forward an inch, threatening to slip off, and gave his muscles a clench while rotating them, causing Eric to grab hard. "Shit, Elix!" With no further warning, Elix felt his rump get pulled down into Eric's lap as the siamese thrust forward, and warm tendrils of slimy goo again got him sticky deep inside. He clenched his muscles and pressed his back against his orgasming partner, licking at Eric's throat.
        Elix stood upright when Eric slumped back, shivering at the feeling of the siamese's softening rod leaving his bottom, and he grinned, looking at the smiling grownups staring at him. The kitten's shaft was still quite erect, pressed on his belly, and he turned around and bent over, grabbing his ankles, showing off where Eric'd just been, tail curled over his back. "Good boy," Keith said, with a rumble. Elix giggled, rocking back and forth, snug pouch tucked against his body, between his thighs.
        The tabby slowly straightened up, sliding out of Sal's sloppy, clearly in-heat pussy, and she sighed. "Why don't you come up here and make our lady happy?" Sal's ears flushed and Elix straightened up, climbing onto the bench without hesitation. Sal held her arms out as Elix crouched over her and shifted onto his knees, hips lowering as the sweaty female lifted her knees, preparing to receive another partner. With a mewl from her lips, she hooked two fingers around that stiff kittenhood and tucked it down where it should be. Her other arm curled over her partner's back as he rested on his elbows, muzzle finding the warmest place in the older female's cleavage.
        With a grunt, Elix's shaft slipped all the way in with a sharp thrust, and he began to pump in and out, deftly pulling back just enough not to slip out. Sal's paws reached down, grabbing and fondling his soft little asscheeks, vaginal passage hot and slimy around the boy. "Mmm, that's perfect, baby," Sal said. Her chest rumbled with low purrs, wispy grunts coming from her every time Elix's crotch pressed against her swollen clitoris. The kitten grinned, ears perked, getting sloppy fourths.
        Keith sat on the bench next to Eric, watching his nephew mount the same female he had just been inside. His shaft was still hard. He glanced over at Eric, the siamese soft from unloading in his nephew's ass. Both pairs of eyes watched as Sal gyrated her hips, pushing up to meet her partner's eager thrusts. Before long, Eric was ready to go, again. Keith whispered in the other male's ear, and then stood up, padding over to Elix.
        "Hey, kitten... why don't you let Sal watch, close-up, how you take it? I'm sure she'd love to see." Elix's thrusts slowed. He twisted, looking up at his uncle, short on breath, a paw squeezing Sal's right breast.
        "Huh?"
        "Here, I'll show you. Stand up." Elix stood up and waited, and then felt Eric hug him from behind, erection pressing between his shoulder blades. Keith patted the bench, at Sal's side, and she lifted her arms back, leaving room at her ribs. Keith's paws lifted her ankles, and he pushed into her for the third time in the same afternoon, as if she was mated to him, eliciting a squeal from the estrous-maddened female. "Kneel over Sal, sweetie. Eric'll do the rest."
        Elix's ears flicked, getting the idea, and he climbed up over the lady cat, paws grabbing the far side of the bench, knees balanced on the edge, resting on the bit of cushion not under the bench's original occupant. Looking to his right, he saw his beloved uncle's penis disappearing over and over into Sal's matted-down folds, emerging slick with her arousal. To his left, the kitten met Sal's gaze. Behind him, he felt the sudden warmth of a grownup penis on his rumpcleft, and sudden fingers grasped his nape, making him mrowl in submission. A shiver ran down the young boy's spine as he felt that snug pressure against his tailhole again, and the root of his tail sent sudden, sharp tingles through his crotch and down his thighs as it was pulled taut, making him mrowl again, Sal's paw holding his tail up for her mate.
        Sal's belly muscles tightened as she watched Elix's rumpcheeks spread around her husband's cock. The way Elix's muzzle screwed up in a grunt and his chest lowered made her shiver, squeezing around his uncle's penis. She reached up and caressed over that perfect, turgid little rod poking out from the kitten's thighs, feeling it twitch as her mate bottomed out inside the boy. Elix's tailtip flicked back and forth, held high by Eric's paw as he started to fuck the kitten. From the end of the bench, Keith watched the siamese couple indulge his nephew's secret love of being used by caring, trusted adults. With both his nape and tail held, the boy was helpless, only able to hold on for the deep invasion under his tail.
        Elix was the first to orgasm, spattering Sal's left breast with clear globs of fluid. One glob rested over her firm nipple, shining in the late afternoon sun as the boy mewled, headfur in Eric's grasp, little claws hooked into the bench's side. Keith and Sal were nearly simultaneous, just after, the tabby keeping his partner's hips tilted upwards as he flushed her sloppy vagina with another thick cloud of seed, risking insemination. Eric pushed forward with a thrust that nearly toppled the third-grader over the edge of the bench and face-first onto the floor, getting him sticky once more.

Sal sighed and leaned into the spray of the shower, letting the strong paws on her breasts pull her against the tabby. She wriggled her hips and made Keith grunt by exercising her pelvic floor, gripping on his shaft as it rested inside her from behind. Her paw brushed Elix's headfur down, watching the kitten bob his muzzle over two inches of her husband's length from his kneeling position in the stall. "Mmm, too bad we have to go home tomorrow, isn't it, love?"
        Eric just kissed his wife on the lips, thumb dragging along Elix's inner ear. The pressure on the sensitive membrane made Elix shiver and suck hard, cheeks hollowing out. Husband and wife kissed Keith held on, basking in the glow of another round of good, hot sex in front of Eric. Suddenly, a snuffly snout nudged between Sal's thighs, and she laughed as the young boy's tongue sought out where his uncle was joined with her. Both kitten paws pumped along Eric's shaft as his muzzle rubbed against that slimy snatch, the kitten getting a muzzle-full of the heady scents of a well-fucked female in heat. A firm paw coaxed him away when his tongue got too close to sensitive parts, and he just looked up at his uncle with a goofy grin, bangs plastered to his forehead.
        A groan from Eric was enough for Elix to close his eyes, stroking with his fingers meshed, thumbs crossed. Hot, runny globs of semen draped themselves over the eight-year-old's forehead, pearls on the soaked-down fur, as Sal and uncle Keith purred in unison, watching. One of Elix's paws slipped down to caress the underside of the adult's balls, while the other rested on his shaft. After the sixth rope of sticky goo splashed Elix's nose, the shaft that had gotten him messy softened and drooled a leftover bead. "Mmmf... ahh... I'm spent, kitty," Eric rasped, head tilted back. Elix grinned up at Sal, eyes closed, only his eartips catching the very edge of the shower spray.

Elix was the last to get out of the shower for dinner, playing with the water and dancing around, and Keith had to remind him that they were all waiting on him so they could go to dinner. In reality, only Keith and Elix had a dinner reservation, as their new lovers had to pack for the first bus into town in the morning. Elix dried off in the main room, clothes laid out on his bed, and he didn't even flinch when Sal got out her camera and began taking pictures of his naked body. Keith helped the boy dry his arms, lifting them while Sal photographed the boy, fully exposed. He just smiled and nuzzled at his uncle's touch.

When everyone had gotten dressed, the siamese couple kissed Elix and headed back to their room. "They're going to come over after they finish packing, if they have time," Keith said, taking Elix's paw and walking towards the restaurant that Keith had booked a reservation with. As they approached, Elix looked over, noticing Matthew and Teagan walking with two brown-fur grownup rabbits, likely their parents. The twins were in matching blue shirts and khaki shorts, and, if he hadn't seen otherwise, Elix would've mistaken them for being twin boys. Beside the grownups, however, walked another rabbit, one with white fur. Unlike the others, he was in a pair of jeans that looked like they'd been ripped around the knees to become shorts, and he wore no shirt. Most strikingly, the boy, looking maybe thirteen, had dyed headfur, streaked from front to back with reds, greens, and blues. A pair of glasses with small, round, red-tinted lenses sat over his muzzle. As they passed, going the other way, Elix noticed that both t	he white rabbit and "dad" had goofy grins on their faces. The twins were holding paws, talking about something, and Elix heard Matthew mention going to see Adrian in the morning.
        Keith tugged at Elix's paw to lead him up the path to The Linden Tree, their restaurant, and Elix turned his head back, away from the rabbit family, and smiled up at Keith. They walked into the restaurant under a real grapevine growing over the doorway. Inside, the restaurant was not brightly lit, although the bar along the back was cozy from a long row of warm yellow bulbs set into the ceiling, shining down on the polished wooden counter. Each table in the main dining area had candles but also a ceiling light, with comfortable booths arranged in haphazard rows, affording privacy for each party. Elix looked around, standing on his toes, watching almost-silhouettes of diners enjoying their meals. Two waiters walked between the bays here and there, ensuring that their guests were well-served. Keith gave their name to the otter standing at the door in a fine coat with a crisp collar. The otter just held out his paw, gesturing for the two to enter, as Keith had already picked an outdoor table.
        Elix followed his uncle through the dining room and then towards the brighter outdoor area, which held four tables on a fine deck, elevated off the floor by a quarter flight of stairs. A little card rested on the table closest to the south, reading "Mr. Hedge and Master Whitetail." None of the other three tables had cards.
        "How come it says 'Master,' uncle?" Elix picked up the card, examining the hand-inked calligraphy. Keith took his seat, smiling.
        "That's a formal way of addressing boys, kitten. I'm Mister, you're Master." Elix set the card down and climbed up into his chair, clambering up and turning around. The staff had provided a cushion for the boy to sit on so the table wouldn't come up to his chin.
        "So, I'm Master Elix?" Keith looked out over the ocean, watching the waves reflect the low sun.
        "That's right, hon. Master Elix." Elix grinned, and then picked up his fork, holding it like a scepter.
        "Bow, slaves! I'm the Master! Hahaha!" Keith laughed, and then he reached over and mussed the kitten's hair, giving it a ruffle.
        "You're a sillyhead. Here come the menus." Elix put his fork down and sat back as an attractive lioness came by in the restaurant's signature black and white, carrying the menus. She sat one down in front of Elix and set the other in front of Keith, including a smaller, paperback-sized menu with a martini glass engraved on the front. All three looked to be hand-bound with slightly rough-hewn wood covers and frames.
        "Tonight's specials are the chef's daily creation with soup, and grilled island kebabs with white chocolate molé to dip the kebabs."
        Elix's ears perked. "What's molé?"
        "It's a kind of sauce, almost a soup, that's made with spices and nuts, and usually chocolate. Normally it uses bitter dark chocolate, but tonight the chef made it with white chocolate. It's not too spicy and it's just sweet enough."
        Keith piped up. "What're on the kebabs?"
        The lioness smiled. "All local island vegetables and fruits. There's mango, copra, red and yellow peppers, and cherry tomatoes. The fruit goes especially well with the molé."
        Elix's left ear flicked. "What's copra?"
        "It's the flesh from coconuts. It's softened in water and then grilled." Elix smiled.
        "Can I have that, uncle?" Keith just nodded, and Elix turned to the lioness. "I'll have the grilled... um, the grilled things with molé."
        The lioness giggled and wrote something on her little pad. "Grilled island kebabs with the molé, dear. Would you like something to drink?"
        Keith interrupted as Elix was picking up the menu. "I'll have two glasses of the house Chardonnay, please, but only half a glass for one of them." The lioness smiled and wrote on her pad. "What's the chef's creation tonight?"
        "Steamed copra chunks and walnuts on a warm salad of lightly-steamed greens and shredded mango with a thyme-infused oil and vinegar dressing. It comes with a bowl of organic white miso soup with locally-harvested seaweed and scallions from the chef's own garden. The chef has also prepared his special martini aspic, with gin and vermouth and a suspended olive. The alcohol boils off during preparation but it is served with a light dousing of both."
        Keith smiled. "I'll have that. Thank you."
        The lioness smiled, making a note on her notepad. "Would you like to keep the menus?" Keith picked up Elix's and offered it to her, and she took it, giving the kitten a sweet smile before stepping back. "I'll be right over with your wine, sir." She then turned and walked down the steps into the comparatively-dim room.
        "Sir? Why'd she call you sir? I'm the Master!" Elix laughed, hoisting his utensils into the air again.
        "Elix, please leave your silverware on the table. You might drop it." Keith chuckled, reaching over and giving the boy a caress on the cheek.

While Elix and Keith waited for their food, the boy sipped at his white wine, a bit at a time. At home, on special occasions, Elix was allowed a little bit of "adult" drinks, but only with supervision. Typically, he was most often allowed a small drink during family reunions or New Year's Eve. The waves rolled in from the calm sea. Along the beach, a short distance away from the restaurant, Elix noticed another cub, walking towards the division of villas Keith and Elix were staying in. The golden-furred boy seemed to be about ten, looking like a cross between a leopard and a ringtail. Elix could see that pink barrettes pinned his headfur at the sides. He wore a white tank top with pink trim, and what had to be a bikini bottom, hugging his crotch. The tank top descended just low enough to protect his privacy in front, when the breeze didn't lift it. His hips looked bare, top covering what had to be a very thin waist on the fabric covering his privates. The boy was walking, arms linked, with an adult tiger in khaki shorts with no shirt. As Elix watched, the cub turned to his companion, and the fairly quiet beach allowed his voice to carry over to the restaurant: "Daddy, can we have a shower after we get back?" The tiger just rumbled, tail flicking and curling around the effeminate boy's waist.
        As the couple passed, Elix craned his head a little, looking at the boy's back half. His long fluffy tail flicked behind him, alternating dark and golden rings with a tip dipped in white. The bikini came to practically a string in back, exposing all but the very cleft of the boy's rump, cloth looping around the base of his tail. Keith just grinned as Elix craned his head, trying to follow the boy as he walked away from the restaurant, arm in arm with his male companion.

When the food came, Elix hesitated until he dipped a finger into the warm molé and tasted it. As soon as the kitten got to taste the mix of spiciness and rich sweetness, Keith had to tell him to chew each piece before starting the next one. Keith took his time enjoying his dinner, and he shared his miso soup with the kitten. Miso was one of the boy's favorites even as a picky eater. Elix used his Master fork to tap the aspic, watching the gelatin mold wobble, olive trapped at the peak.
        Once all seven kebabs were gone and Elix's share of the miso soup was finished, he sat back in his chair, watching the ocean as Keith finished eating. A gentle fog made his head a bit tingly. His empty wine glass sat with his empty plate. By the time the olive was plucked from the top of the aspic, Elix was fast asleep, worn out from his long day.