Richard Sharpfang padded through the hall towards his son's bedroom. His encounter with Hunter right after the boy had gotten home had stuck in his head ever since. Hunter's entire attitude had been different. More assertive, even aggressive. [1]Definitely[/i] aggressive, he remembered. Richard knocked on Hunter's door gently, and a few seconds later, the kitten opened it.


“Hey Dad, what's up? Isn't it a little late?” Hunter asked.


It was late. Rick’s wife was already asleep, thank the gods. He'd only known Hunter was awake from the faint music coming from the other side of his door.


“Can I come in for a minute? Don't worry, you're not in trouble.”


“Sure, what is it?”


The older panther looked his son up and down. His fur was starting to grow back in the places where it had been shaved for tattooing. He'd felt a little awkward around Hunter, and he still did. Probably because he was… there was no denying it, sexy now. He stepped inside and closed the door, clearing his throat.


“W-well Hunter… I know we haven't really had much father-son time in a while, I th-thought maybe we could have a little b-bonding time. Just you and me.”


Damn, he was stuttering. He could feel himself blushing too. He almost backed out right then, he was reaching for the doorknob when Hunter clicked the lock. Rick looked up and saw his son staring at him with those yellow eyes of his. He had a knowing smirk on his face.


“Bonding, eh? So you didn't forget about last time, [i]daddy.[/i] Don't worry, I won't tell if you don't.”


Richard went scarlet under his black fur. He couldn't believe he was even considering this, but here he was. He nodded.


“Go on then, take off your clothes.”


Richard began unbuttoning his shirt and Hunter took off his loincloth, letting it fall to the floor and letting his half-hard pierced cock hang out. Richard blushed and averted his eyes. Had his son always been so [i]big[/i] down there? The boy was bigger than him! Impatiently, Hunter unzipped his pants and pulled them down, pushing him onto the bed.


“Hunter, wha—”


“Let me, daddy. I know what I'm doing,” Hunter said, “and you know, it's not too late to join me, the loincloth life is good. It's comfortable. You don't have to get tattooed or anything, if you don't want to.”


Hunter gripped his dad's cock without any apparent embarrassment and stroked it once… twice. Richard blushed harder and let out a soft moan, letting him do what he wanted. The cub leaned forward and kissed Richard deeply, his tongue exploring the older panther’s mouth as if he owned it.


“Bonding time, just you and me daddy.” He gave Richard's cock another stroke and kissed his neck. “Funny to think, this thing made me.” The kitten giggled, and gently took his dad's paw, guiding it down and wrapping it around both of their cocks, squeezing them together.


“Mine’s bigger though,” the kitten said, kissing his furiously blushing father again, leaving a string of saliva between them when he finally pulled away.


Richard couldn't deny it. His ears subconsciously splayed back as he blushed even harder, squeezing their cocks together and rubbing vigorously. He whimpered weakly, still not quite believing this was happening. He looked down at his paw, saw the wedding band on his finger pressed against his own son's huge cock. He was hit with a flood of shame, but it was continually washed away by wave after wave of pleasure. Pre was streaming from Hunter's cock, coating his paw and leaving it slick. Defiling the ring.


“Hunter, I—”


Hunter put a finger to his father’s lips, shushing him. He took Richard's paw and gently eased off the ring, slipping it around his own finger. It gleamed brightly against the boy’s dark fur. “Shhh. Right now, you're [i]mine[/i], daddy.” He stuck his fingers into his dad's mouth and the older panther started sucking on them instinctually. He felt another pang as he tasted the ring in his mouth. Hunter smirked down at him.


Next thing he knew, Hunter was grabbing his legs and holding them apart. He shuddered in pleasure as he felt Hunter's tongue pressing against his tailhole, followed by his fingers. Rick gasped at the unfamiliar feeling. Despite whatever feelings he might have had, he'd never had anything up there before. His body wanted to reject it, it didn't feel right. He was about to tell Hunter to stop when the boy wiggled his finger in just the right spot and rubbed up against something inside.


“Ahhhh! What…?”


“Relax, daddy. It'll be easier if you don't fight it. What better bond could there be between father and son than you taking my 12-year-old cock up the ass?”


Richard whimpered, unable to form words, and Hunter inserted another finger, and another, stretching them and wiggling them around. Soon, he decided it was time, and he pulled his fingers out and gripped his cock again, spitting on it for lubrication. He stroked it a few times, his dad's wedding ring still gleaming on his finger, and put Richard's legs over his shoulders, leaning in and giving a great thrust.


He had to put a paw over his dad's mouth to stop him from screaming out when his pierced cock went in for the first time. “Shh, don't want to get caught, do we?” Hunter asked. Richard shook his head, his eyes wide. He couldn't believe this was happening. He still couldn't believe he wanted it.


Hunter resumed after a few seconds, Richard felt his tailhole being stretched impossibly wide. His son really was a monster down there, and he himself was hard. The cub took his paw away and the older panther moaned in pleasure, his boy's cock sending him to previously undiscovered heights.


“Fuck me, Hunter.”


“Yes daddy,” Hunter said, pushing in a few more inches. He looked into his dad's eyes, giving him a mischievous grin, and spat into his open mouth, letting his saliva fall in a long string. Surprisingly, Richard just stuck his tongue out and moaned.


“You love this, don't you daddy? Let a [i]real[/i] panther show you how it's done,” Hunter said. He spat in Richard's mouth again and tugged his own nipple ring, letting out a growl and settling into a rhythm. “Twelve years old and already more of a man than you. More of a [i]panther[/i] than you.”


This was going too far. Hunter had managed to put his paw right on his dad's biggest insecurity. “Hunter no!” he cried, but the boy just grabbed his father’s throbbing cock and squeezed.


“You know it's true or you wouldn't be so hard right now. Your butt wouldn't be stretching so hard right now.” Hunter said, his every thrust mercilessly pounding his father’s prostate. “And now you're a dirty cheating slut, and a cubfucker besides.”


Tears were streaming down Richard's face now. The older panther was being cut to the core, all the while experiencing the most pleasure he had in his life at the paws of his own son. It was so confusing and humiliating and… his cock was harder than it ever got. He was enjoying it, no question.


“You are going to have my kittens, daddy. You'll give me brothers after all,” Hunter said, stroking Richard's cock in time with his thrusts. Richard's ring on his finger gleamed, a golden accusation.


The older panther blushed anew. He knew it shouldn't be possible, but as before he wondered if there was a chance, if his son could really impregnate him somehow. What would he do then? How would he explain it to his wife? It didn't matter, it was impossible anyway, but the thought wouldn't leave.


“Fuck… fuck me Hunter. Fill me up.” Where had that come from? He had opened his mouth to tell Hunter to stop… hadn't he? The boy took his paw off of Richard's cock and put a finger into his mouth, making him lick his own pre off of it. Hunter held his tongue down and spat on it again, staring into his eyes as he shot his load deep inside his father.


Richard was lost in ecstasy, cumming hard and spraying both of them with it. He hadn't been touching it and neither had Hunter. Together, they moaned and panted and Hunter collapsed on top of him. Father and son locked lips again, the boy aggressively kissing the older man.


Richard was confused. He was happy, but he was hurt and humiliated too. He worried about what he'd done. He worried his wife would find out. He worried his son had lost respect for him. He worried they wouldn't ever do this again, and he worried that they would. Hunter could see it written on his face.


“Hey dad, you know I didn't mean all those things I said, right? I love you, and I really want to spend more time with you. Let's go to the park tomorrow and throw the ball around. It's been a while.”


“Thank you, I'd like that. And maybe I'll go and see if my loincloth still fits. It's about time I embrace our heritage, don't you think?”


“Yeah! And then you can fuck me over by the soccer field.”


“W-what?”


“Nevermind, dad. Can you stay and hold me for a while?”


“Of course, son,” Richard said, wrapping his arms around the boy. They stayed like that for a while, cuddling close, wrapped around each other, neither saying much to the other. As Hunter drifted off to sleep, Richard put his clothes back on and padded softly out of the room. He wouldn't notice until the next morning that he forgot to take his ring back.