Richard Sharpfang regarded his son from the other side of the couch. The boy had just come back from a long trip, and he was… different now. He'd discarded his clothes, for one thing, opting apparently to wear only a leather loincloth. His beautiful black fur had been shaved in complex patterns all across his body, and the skin underneath was permanently inked. And then there were the piercings. He’d had earrings for a few years but now he had a lot more, and through his nose and, Richard tried not to look too hard, through his nipples. He looked different in other ways, too. Older, somehow, more mature.

An awkward silence had fallen between them since the boy had come home, neither really knowing what to say to the other. It felt like they lived in different worlds now. Richard touched his own tattoo on his arm, recalling his own brush with that world so many years ago. It was a lot smaller, which had been all he'd been able to handle. His son had apparently not disappointed, though.

The older panther shook his head, trying to get rid of that particular thought. This was silly. Hunter was still his son, nothing that drastic had changed.

[i]So why did he feel so awkward?[/i]

“So,” he said at last, “how’d it go? Did you have fun?”

Hunter nodded. “It was great! It's so cool there, I want to go back soon!”

“I'm glad to hear it, buddy.” Richard trailed off again. They sure did a number on you, didn't they? Are you sure you're okay with… all of that?”

That earned Rick a long look. He wasn't sure if he detected judgement in those yellow eyes, or if he was imagining it.

“They asked me every day if I wanted to stop. I never did. I wanted this. I thought you'd be proud of me.” Hunter sounded a little hurt, his ears drooping, and Rick's eyes went wide in alarm.

“Nono, I mean, I am! I'm very proud of you, Hunter. I always will be, you know that, right? I was just concerned. It hurt, didn't it?”

“It did, a little,” Hunter said it like it just didn't matter, “don't you like it?”

Richard paused a minute before answering. It wasn't that he disliked it. He had been genuinely concerned about what was happening to Hunter. He envied his son, in a way. He thought maybe every panther would.

“Of course I like it. You look handsome and fierce. I was worried about you, but I can see how brave you are.”

That seemed to satisfy Hunter, he perked up considerably, his tail twitching behind him. “I knew you would, Dad! Do you really think I look fierce?”

“Oh, terrifying! Wouldn't want to be a feral running into you in the forest at night!” Now Richard was starting to get more comfortable. He turned on the TV, putting on an old movie. It was one both of them had seen many times.

“I'm going to get a drink. Do you want one, Dad?”

“Can you grab me a beer out of the fridge? Just pop for you though, young man. Don't think I won't check.” Richard chuckled. Hunter was responsible, he didn't need telling.

Hunter came back a few minutes later with two cans. He handed one to Rick and sat down on his lap, just like he used to when he was younger. He snuggled back into Richard's chest. The older panther was surprised. “What's got you so cuddly all of a sudden?”

“I like it. We don't do this much anymore, so you know.” Hunter cracked open his can and took a sip, Rick did the same, sighing. This wasn't hard at all, Hunter hadn't changed much, really. He pulled the boy into a one-armed hug, feeling his partially shaven fur for the first time. It was odd, but he knew it at least would grow back. He accidentally grazed Hunter's new nipple rings, causing the kitten to gasp softly.

“Oh shoot, I'm sorry!”

Hunter shook his head. “No, it's okay. They’re really sensitive, that’s all.”

“They don't hurt?”

Hunter shook his head again, and they both focused on the movie for a while. It was nice, just the two of them bonding like this.

And then Hunter started wiggling around, pushing himself further back and into Richard. He wasn't just sitting on his dad's lap now, and Rick was starting to get worried. Hunter was dangerously close to a very personal place. He was sitting right on top of it, in fact. And moving.

“Hey, calm down, buddy. Are you alright?”

“Just… itchy, Dad,” Hunter said, and then said something under his breath that sounded like “itchy inside.” He didn't stop wiggling, and Rick started to get involuntary hard. He hoped his son couldn't feel it under his shorts. It wasn't a conversation he wanted to have today.

“Hunter, cut it out, please.”

“Cousin Moonshadow and Cousin Nightstalker taught me a lot of interesting things while I was gone, you know.”

“Did they now?” Richard was surprised enough at the apparent non-sequitur that he cut his feeble protest short.

“Oh yeah,” Hunter turned around so he was facing the older panther. He had a mischievous grin on his face. “They taught me how to have all kinds of fun. Do you want me to show you what kind of fun we had, Daddy?”

“Hunter, I don't think this is appropriate. I would appreciate if you st–” he was cut off by sheer shock when his son deliberately reached down and grabbed his penis through his shorts. If that wasn't bad enough, he squeezed it, coaxing it to full hardness.

“Daddy, I want to play with you. Let me show you what I learned.”

Rick shook his head. “Hunter, stop it. I don't know what your cousins did to you but I'm going to call my brother right now and give him a piece of my mind. This is highly inappropriate and you need to stop it n–ohh.”

Hunter had reached right into his shorts and started rubbing it. The little paw on Richard's cock made him involuntarily moan out.

“Panther warriors do this all the time. Help me out, Daddy, please? I have needs now.”

Hunter pushed him deeper into the couch with surprising strength, pressing his muzzle into Rick’s insistently and forcing his tongue past his father’s lips. The older panther’s eyes went wide. [i]This is wrong this is wrong this is wrong this–[/i] but it was happening, and he was powerless to stop it. His own son was kissing him on the lips, with tongue. His son was purring into his muzzle, and pulling away slowly, leaving a string of saliva between them. He was pulling off his shirt, unbuttoning his shorts and pulling them off as well.

“Hunter, I-I can't. What will your mother think? How can I–”

“She's not here, it's just you and me, Daddy. I'm not going to tell anyone. Are you?”

How could he tell anyone? His life would be over. What would he even say, that his own boy had started coming on to him? Would anyone believe that? He didn't think so. He shook his head.

“Good, Daddy. Just relax and let the panther tribe’s newest warrior show you what he can do.”

Hunter kissed him again, deeply and passionately. He pulled off and nuzzled his neck, kissing it too. He worked his way lower and lower, kissing and sniffing at Richard's chest and belly, the kitten's nose ring tickling him as he got lower.

“Stoooo….” Richard groaned weakly, unable to resist much more, unable even to finish the word. It was so wrong, but it felt really good, especially when his son shoved his muzzle right into his pubic fur, inhaling deeply with every sign of enjoyment. Hunter kissed his cock, the very thing that made him, up and down the shaft. Hunter kissed his balls, nuzzling his sack and purring against it.

“Nngh, Hunter, please…” he managed, but then his boy started licking his cock. The cub did it with a lot of skill, curling his tongue around it and licking all around the feline shaft. When he took it into his mouth, Rick just gasped and moaned, any protest dying in his throat.

“It's beautiful, Daddy. It's so big,” Hunter moaned, his voice full of lust. The kitten started sucking on his cock, his tongue vibrating around it and swirling around, “tastes so good. Smells so good.”

Richard moaned loudly and incoherently. He hadn't been getting much lately, so he was pent up, and he couldn't bring himself, now, to push his son away. When Hunter pulled off, he could only bring himself to say one thing.

“W-why’d you stop?”

Hunter shot him another mischievous look, climbing back on his lap. The boy reached out and traced the tattoo on Richard's arm. “I want you inside me, Daddy.”

Hunter kissed him again, and this time, he kissed him back. Hunter put a paw on his chest and lowered himself onto Richard's cock, letting out a high moan that was all the more lewd for its boyishness. Rick realized that he really had no power to stop his son. He might be penetrating, but Hunter was in charge.

“You're…really tight, son,” he groaned, pleasure fogging his brain as Hunter clenched and thrust down onto him. Hunter grabbed his paw and held it to his chest, slipping one of the older panther’s fingers inside his nipple ring a little bit. The boy moaned louder, and Richard got the hint, gently tugging on one ring and then the other.

“Guuuuuuuuuh, yeeeeeeah. Fill me, Daddy. Fill me with brothers.”

Through the mindless pleasure, Richard imagined this was possible, making his own son's belly bulge with cubs. The image was wrong, it was sick, it was… [i]hot.[/i] It was [i]sexy.[/i] [i]Hunter[/i] had gone away and come back hot. He'd been trying to deny it all this time but it was true.

“Hunter, I… I… I'm gonna cum!”

Richard came harder than he ever had in his life, pumping ropes of hot Sharpfang cum up his own son's ass. At the very same time, Hunter pulled the front flap of his loincloth aside and revealed his own throbbing cock, and his new Prince Albert piercing. The kitten shot his own load right into Richard's face, and in his lust he gleefully licked it up, surprisingly enjoying the salty taste of it.

Father and son sat there together for a while, sweating and panting hard. When he caught his breath, Richard finally spoke up. “So… they pierced you down there too.”

“Yeah… wanna try it out?”

“In a minute, your old man needs to take a minute to recharge. Listen Hunter, we can't do this again. You understand, right? This is wrong.”

“I have new needs now. You'll help me out, won't you? I promise nobody will ever find out. Not Mom, not anyone.”

Richard sighed. “I guess I have to, don't I?”

Hunter nodded. “I love you, Dad.”

“I love you too, Hunter.”