The morning sun crawled over the family orchards and poured in through the bedroom window, waking me from a deep sleep. It was late fall, the apples and cherries had long ago been harvested, and the ground outside the window was dark orange and littered with leaves; when I was a child growing up before the war, the groundskeepers would always rake the leaves during the fall, but the arborists here insisted it was better for the soil to let them remain. If the flavor of the fruit borne from that soil was any indication, they had the right idea.
	My wife mumbled and pulled the duvet over her eyes, her fingers peaking out from the hem of the silk sheets. I reached under the covers to pat her head, my fingers running through her tussle of uncombed brown hair. The little leopardess mewed happily in response, muzzle reaching up to meet my hand. 
	“Silly girl, told you that you’d be tired if you were up all night reading.” I said.
	In response Eiko gently bit my finger.
	“Bite all you want,” I said, playfully teasing my finger over her tongue, “we promised everyone we would be at the harvest festival, and we can’t stay in bed all day.”
	She sighed dramatically, and then a few seconds later I felt a little paw drift to my inner thigh and tease my morning wood.
	“Not too tired, I see.”
	Eiko rolled over on top of me and popped out from the covers, her thighs straddling my hips. The young feline’s tail flicked mischievously as she let her hands slide up my chest. Despite the cold weather she was completely naked, her soft summer coat plush and warm between my fingers as I traced a hand up her sides to her budding breast. 
	“Hard to believe its been over a year, hmm?” I said sleepily, my erection demanding attention as I felt her labia slide over the shaft.
	She nodded wordlessly, squirming slightly as I brushed my fingers across her nipple. Her breasts had just started to bud, and they were awfully sensitive. 
	When the marriage had first been arranged she was barely eleven, the awkward and anxious daughter of a local governess, who knew nothing of sex besides what she read in books. For the first month of our marriage we did nothing in bed other than sleep, at which point either familiarity or the first twinges of puberty led her to initiate intimacy. After that, though, she has proven insatiable. 
	She leaned down and kissed my neck; I returned the motion, nuzzling between her ears and tracing a finger down her spine. She shuddered, hips grinding ever so slightly into me. 
	“You are such a tease.” I groaned
	“Gotta work myself up, sheesh,” she teased. “You’re big, okay?”
	“You flatter me.”
	She started to press her hips into me, and whatever words l had for her dissolved as I felt her sweetly soft labia sliding across me.
	“Ah, kiddo,” I mumbled, summoning every iota of self-restraint I had not to grab her by the hips and thrust. The nearly thirteen-year age gap between us weighed heavily on me, and I always tried to be gentle with her. 
	She took my erection in her hand and guided it between her legs, lowering herself down onto me. I wrapped my arm around her and gently thrust my hips to work my way in; despite her age she could take me easily. 
	She quickly entered the flow of lovemaking, hips undulating as she lazily wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her muzzle into my chest. I slid my hand down her stomach and into the soft fur between her legs. I found the hard nub of her clitoris with my thumb and gently brushed over it, the motion eliciting a little mewl of desire. 
	Our lovemaking was as slow and lazy as the sun’s passage over the horizon, my arm wrapped around her diminutive figure as the other playfully teased her between her legs. She came first, claws digging into my sides as she moaned softly into my chest. I wasn’t far behind, and I pulled out just in time to release across her thighs. Her menarche was two months ago, and I promised her mother I wouldn’t give her a child until she was sixteen. 
	For a few precious minutes we enjoyed the afterglow of our coupling in silence, and Eiko curled up on my chest, her hand idly stroking my side.
	“Come, we should eat before the festival, little one.”
	Eiko grumbled and rolled off me, before she sat up at the end of the bed and stretched her arms into the air, giving me an opportunity to admire her figure. She was at the very dawn of puberty, her hips were still slender and narrow, but enough fat had gone to her rump to give her a figure that I found particularly alluring. 
	The morning was still young, and with luck, the estate stewards would have lit the boilers that ran to the bath. I felt a twinge of desire as I watched Eiko sashay across the bedroom and drape herself in a robe, but I decided it could wait.

****

	The first time Eiko and bathed together was the night of our wedding. Only a few days prior I had learned that co-bathing was an old and well-regarded tradition in the west, and its first incidence considered more important on a wedding night than whatever intimacy happened (or did not, depending on the age of the couple) later on. 	Although the political motivations of our marriage—an act of postwar symbolism that had sent me from one end of the earth to the other—would have necessitated my participation in local custom, cobathing was a tradition I had learned to love, particularly when it came to the large and sumptuous bathing rooms common among the nobility. 
	Eiko sat down on the wood-paneled floor of the spacious bathroom with a tired grunt, balling up her robe before throwing it onto a hook at the adjacent end of the wall. The estate’s main bathroom was more akin to the bathhouses I was raised in back east, and was easily large enough for five people. I could tell from the creaking pipes under the floor that the handmaids had only recently started the boilers, but the bath itself—waist deep and set into the floor—was already steaming. Eiko scooted forward on the wood and slowly lowered herself into the water, which at her age just made it past her chest. After I removed the towel from my waist and followed her, she wordlessly lowered her head, letting me undo the tie that held her hair up.
	“My little bear cub,” I whispered as I kissed the top of her head, letting her deep brown hair fall down her shoulders and into the water. She merely murmured contentedly in response, the little feline shivering slightly as I reached for a towel, dipped it into the water, and ran it down her back.
	“Why do you always do all the scrubbing, Azir?” She said, feigning protest. 
	“Because you are small and easy to reach,” I said as I let the towel dip down to her lower back.
	“So, what, when I’m grown up, I get to wash you?”
	“Well, I think you can reach some of the more important spots right now.”
	She turned around to face me, her paws running down my stomach to rest at the root of my penis.
	“Like this?” She said, her voice thick with mock-innocence.
	“Ah—yes.”
	My erection sprang to life under her touch, the tips of her fingers gently running down my length, her thumbs applying just enough pressure to pull back my foreskin. A small part of me wanted to protest, but my thoughts were outflanked by her hands, and so I just leaned back against the wall, my legs growing weak as she fondled me. 
	“Or perhaps I should just tease you until the festival, hmm?” She said with as sultry a growl as she could muster.
	“Where does a girl your age learn to tease like this, hmm?” I said, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the edge of the bath.
	“Wouldn’t you like to know.” She said with a titter.
	I did know, of course; the house had a considerable library that had been in her family for many generations, the ancient shelves host to a collection of erotic literature. Three months ago a housekeeper told me she hand been reading them since before our marriage—and that it was her mother who first gently nudged her towards the  library’s “pink section.” If you’re going to marry your daughter young, might as well make sure she knows how to handle herself in bed.
	Eiko leaned back, resting on my lap as she reached up to kiss my cheek. “You’re awfully cute when you’re worked up,” she whispered.
	“Well, if my wife finds me cute, who am I to argue?”
	Relishing the moment, we let the bath carry on until late morning, my hands exploring the subtle curves of her rump and inner thighs as I washed her, fingers teasing over her vulva and anus. We had discussed anal sex briefly, coming to the conclusion that in another year or two she might be grown enough to take me comfortably, although on a few occasions she let me explore with my fingers, which we both enjoyed immensely.
	A gentle knock on the door from a housekeeper told us that breakfast was ready; sating the other kind of hunger would have to wait.

****

	My first fall festival was one year ago, shortly after Eiko and I got married. It was utterly unlike any holiday I had experienced back home, a combination of old-time superstition, nudity, and sex that served as one last hurrah before the long and gloomy winter.
	The city of Riverfall was older than most kingdoms, a sprawling maze of ancient cobblestone streets and squat two-story houses that squeezed next to each other like kernels of corn on a cob. Eiko and I took our horses from the stables and arrived in town shortly after lunch, at which point the celebration had already begun. Flower petals lined the narrow curving streets, and the air was thick with the scent of incense and pork soup.
	By tradition, we stabled our horses just short of the town square, disrobed, and left our clothes with the stables before walking into the park that town square that would serve as heart of the festival. The first time I saw it, the complete nudity on display during the festival was utterly shocking, and one year later I still found myself unaccustomed to it, my heart beating out of my chest as I walked through the bustling square covered in nothing but fur. Children, families, adults, priests, sex workers—everyone was naked. This was, of course, the festival’s central premise: prepare yourself for the cold and wet winter by parading around naked in fall. Even if my own nudity made me a bit nervous, there was something refreshing about the openness and lack of shame that Eiko’s people prided themselves in. A quick survey of the city square revealed all types of bodies and activities; old, young, fat, thin, spots, stripes. A handful of men (and some women) sported healthy erections, and if you looked carefully, you were sure to find a few people quietly masturbating, either by themselves, or with a partner. 
	I was envious of Eiko’s confidence as she deftly wove through the crowds, her long spotty tail bobbing happily behind her. After a few stops (mostly due to local officials and priests determined to get in a few minutes of small talk before the celebrations started proper), Eiko and I arrived at a stately three-story urban home set just off the town square.
	“Azir, you made it!” Felsi said as he pulled open the door and drew me into a powerful hug. The thirty-something city planner was a good head taller than me, sporting silver-and-brown hair and the slight belly that came with fatherhood. We slapped each other on the back before the tiger broke away from the hug and turned to Eiko.
	“And a good day to you, lady,” Felsi said with a bow. Eiko smiled coyly and bowed in return. 
	He quickly beckoned us inside for the obligatory and extensive familial greetings, where Eiko and I said a series of rushed hellos to his wife, sister, father, and youngest daughter before Felsi lead us up to the roof.
	The rooftop patio was arranged in the traditional way, with a circle of pillows and blankets surrounding a warm fire. Even though the sun was still high in the sky, I was certainly thankful for the warmth in my current state.
	Felsi’s son was tending the bonfire, and nodded politely as we sat down across from him. He was about Eiko’s age, and was sporting a proud erection that he felt no need to hide. I had always considered myself heterosexual, but the amount of young, naked men I had seen since I had arrived in the west was making me reconsider.
	Felsi sat down next to us with a grunt, stretching his feet out in front of the fire. His wife, a beautiful and curvaceous tigress named Kana, joined him beside Eiko.
	“So, Azir, how’s married life treating you, eh?” he said as he reached behind him, pulling an expensive-looking bottle of wine from a crate.
	I was so drawn in by the view—the roof just high enough to show the celebrations that extended for multiple city blocks—that it took me a few seconds to realize he was talking to me.
	“Oh—it’s going well, I’d say,” turning to Eiko with a playful grin. She just smiled and wiggled her hips into the plush pillow that she was sitting on. The sight of her body moving like that, completely naked, sent a surge of blood to my groin.
	“Be thankful little Eiko is still young enough that you don’t have your parents harassing you for grandchildren!” He said with a hearty laugh as he uncorked the wine before handing it off to his wife, who had carried up glasses.
	“I was fourteen when Felsi and I were married, and Arri here was the result of a mistimed pullout,” Kana said as she poured the wine, motioning to her son. “The pregnancy turned out just fine though.”
	“Thanks for reminding me,” Arri said with a theatrical sigh. 
	She handed me a glass of wine, which I accepted with a polite nod.
	Eiko suddenly dug her elbow into my ribs. “Tail!” She whispered.
	I looked down to see that I had subconsciously brought my striped tail between my legs to cover myself—a small but somewhat embarrassing violation of the festival’s social norms. I quickly swept the tail away from my groin and let it rest by Eiko’s hip. I wasn’t quite erect, but I was certainly getting there.
	“Arri, I didn’t see you up here last year,” I said to Feli’s son as I swirled the glass of wine, searching for conversation to distract me from how out of place I felt.
	“Dad said I’m old enough to join the adults this year. I usually just wonder around the town square or help grandma with the cooking.” He said
	“He just turned eleven, but last week I found him masturbating in the bath, and I figure if you’re old enough for self-pleasure you’re old enough to be up here!” Felsi said as he downed half a glass of one in one dramatic swig.
	“Yah, your dad finding you jerking off is one thing,” Arri said, “him critiquing your technique is another.”
	The patio broke into a round of laughter, Eiko tittering politely as Felsi’s wife handed her a glass of low-alcohol beer.
	“Hey!” Felsi shouted, “I jerked off so much when I was your age I got a rash on my foreskin! Can’t have you making the same mistake!”
	Another round of laughter passed through the circle.
	“Seems like you’re getting along with our customs quite well, Azir?” Felsi’s wife said.
	I nodded between sips of wine. “We certainly don’t have anything like this back east, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it.”
	She leaned closer to me, looking curious. I prepared myself for the usual barrage of questions that started when people found out I was a foreigner. “So I’ve heard, I can’t imagine growing up in a place like that, no idea how sex should work when you come of age!” She said.
	I shrugged. “I learned to pleasure myself when I was eleven, same as Arri. I sort of figured out sex from books and watching horses.”
	The comment elicited another round of laughter. Eiko looked up at me thorough pretty locks of brown hair. “Horses?  You never told me that, it sounds so lonely!”
	I shrugged, suddenly feeling awfully self-aware. “I mean, I figured you mostly learned from books before we married,” I said to her.
	“The technique, yes,” Eiko said with a playful grin, “but mom and dad never closed the door when they bathed together, if you get my drift.”
	I felt my penis start to harden as I imagined an even younger Eiko watching as her parents made love in the very bathhouse where we had spent the morning. I wondered if Eiko and I would be doing the same for our child in another few years.
	Kana continued, “my older sister taught me how to masturbate, since we shared a bedroom. She was always a vocal type, if you get what I mean, and nine-year-old me wanted to know why I heard her groaning every morning. It’s always best to learn from family, I think.”
	My erection was now painfully hard, and I found myself reaching down to squeeze the aching shaft. Felsi was in a similar state, and Arri was openly masturbating, pulling his foreskin up and down the head of penis.
	“Your daughter, I take it she’s not old enough to join us yet, then?” I said to Felsi, referencing the young girl he had introduced me to downstairs.
	Felsi shook his head as he poured himself another glass of wine. “She just turned nine, and she’s seen Arri masturbate a few times, since they share a room, and she caught Kana and I making love last month, so she definitely understands sex, just a tad too young to be interested in pleasure yet.”
	Desire surged through my veins, and I allowed myself to briefly fantasize about fucking her in front of Kana and Felsi once she was old enough.
	“Goodness, not even sundown, and you boys are harder than rocks,” Kana said, fanning herself dramatically. I lowered my legs, finally feeling confident enough to make sure my erection was on full display.
	“Should we start taking care of things? Hard to make conversation with that much blood flowing between your legs.” She said, spreading her legs to expose herself to the rest of the gathering, her son included.
	“I certainly wouldn’t say no to that!” Felsi said cheerfully, stroking himself in front of his family. “Do we want to share, or no?” He said, looking at Eiko and me.
	I turned to my wife. “How do you feel about that?”
	Eiko tilted her head, considering the question before she responded. “As much as I love that toned figure of yours, Felsi looks awfully soft and cuddly.” 
	“Well I certainly can’t deny my lovely wife a chance to try out someone else for the night, particularly if I get to watch.” I said, before leaning down to kiss her atop her head.
	Felsi clapped ecstatically. “Wonderful, sharing wives and wine!”
	Kana turned to me. “Well then, shall we, Azir?”
	The sight of the older tigress with her legs spread was awfully inviting, but just as I was about to consent, a thought suddenly butted in.
	“Actually,” I said, turning to Arri, “are you interested in boys at all, Arri?”
	The screwed-up grin that rapidly spread across his face suggested that he was.
	“I—uh,” he stammered, trying to control his excitement, “I’d really like that.”
	Kana hummed and shot her son a smug look from across the fire. “How lucky for you, I didn’t get to experiment with other girls until after I gave birth to you.”
	His tail flicking excitedly, the young boy scooted over to me, ears perked straight up as fondled himself. “So, how do we want to do this?” He said shyly.
	I hadn’t quite thought that far ahead. “I’m...not sure.”
	Unprompted, Felsi answered as Eiko got on top of him, taking his erection in her paws. “There’s oil next to the wine,” he said, leaning back and resting his head on his hands as my wife pressed his erection against her vulva. “One courtesy I learned from public bathhouses of my youth: you let the younger partner top.”
	Despite how out of my element I felt, I didn’t hesitate to reach for the little black bottle that sat next to the wine. I opened it and poured a liberal amount of oil onto my hand.
	“Here, get between my legs,” I said, scooting down on my pillow and spreading my legs, giving the boy access to my undertail. He quickly scrambled into position, putting his hands on my knees, his pubescent erection resting on my much larger shaft.
	“You done this before?” Arri asked, excited.
	“Nope! But we’ll figure it out together.”
	I rubbed the oil under my tail, gently massaging my entrance before I experimentally pushed two fingers in. I was tight, but it certainly didn’t hurt—if anything, it felt quite nice.
	Arri gasped as I rubbed the rest of the oil around his penis, careful to make sure I got some under his foreskin as well.
	“Whenever you’re ready, kiddo. Just go slow.” I said with a wink. Off to my right, I head Eiko moan as the tiger entered her, and I briefly pulled my attention away from the boy to watch Felsi’s penis spreading my wife open, his shaft slick with the preteen leopardess’s wetness.
	Arri, fumbling but eager, lined himself up, and slowly pushed himself inside me. He quickly bottomed out, his balls pressing into the base of my tail. He let out a groan, eyes rolling back.
	“How’s that feel, Arri?” His mother asked as she sat cross-legged by the fire, hand between her legs.
	“Really good,” he said as he took a deep breath.
	He started to thrust into me, his pacing awkward and uneven, but his pleasure undeniable. Pre oozed from my tip and pooled on my stomach, soaking into my fur. I gently rubbed my thumb around my foreskin, hoping to hold off the quickly building climax.
	“Fuck, Eiko, you’re tight,” Felsi moaned as he rutted my wife, his hands squeezing her hips as she rode him. The sight of his shaft buried in her made my head spin.
	“Ah, Azir, I’m gonna cum soon,” Arri said breathlessly. His thrusting had already picked up speed and the look on his face said he only had a few more pumps in him.
	“No worries kiddo, cum when you want. In me or on me is fine.”
	“I’m—ah, not old enough yet,” he said, “nothing comes out when I finish.”
	“Well, how about I show you what a man’s orgasm looks like,” I said as I brought myself close to the edge, shaking hand working over my shaft. 
	Arri, befitting his inexperience, came first. His eyes rolled back in his head as he slumped on top of me, arms shuddering as his orgasm washed over him. Close to the edge, I turned my head just in time to see my wife reach her climax as well, her body undulating atop Felsi. The sight of her in such a state, nubile and developing figure arched as pleasure washed over her, sent me over the edge, the starry sky above me spinning as I emptied myself onto my chest, a few errant strands splattering across Arri.
	Felsi himself came next, pulling out just in time to blow his load under Eiko’s tail. 
	For a few minutes I just basked in the afterglow, laying back and looking at the night sky as Arri gingerly pulled out and sat next to me, very proud of himself for losing his virginity. I didn’t see Kana orgasm, but next time I looked over, she was laying by the fire, looking very tired and pleased with herself. 
	“How was your first time, kiddo?” I said, turning to Arri.
	The young boy puffed his chest out, the tip of his striped tail flicking happily. “Really good! I’m kinda glad I don’t squirt though, seems like a lot to clean up,” he said,  wiping my semen from his stomach and giving it an experimental lick.
	“Enjoy it while you can. When I was thirteen I just jerked off outside, no sheets to clean up that way.”
	Eiko rolled off of Felsi and scooted back over to my side, resting her head on my chest. “Guess my husband is bisexual.” She said, dropping her voice down to a playful and sultry baritone.
	“I guess so,” I said, breathlessly.
	“You know, some of the towel boys who work at the estate bathhouse are my age, I don’t think they would mind a romp with the man of the house.” Eiko said.
	I let that mental image simmer in my head—one of those slender towel boys, bent over the edge of the bath as I emptied myself under his tail, my wife watching. Despite the recent orgasm, I felt my penis stir.
	Not long after, Felsi’s mother and youngest daughter arrived with a pot of stew and bread, which they placed over the bonfire. I briefly made eye contact with Felsi’s nine-year-daughter as she walked back downstairs, the young tigress shooting me a polite smile as I held my cock in my hands. She was a bit young for me, but I imagined in a few years I she would be up here with us, and I’d be balls-deep in her while Felsi watched.
	The five of us, full of post-sex endorphins and splattered with various bodily fluids, dug into at hearty dinner of pork stew while we watched the celebrations down on the town square below, music and revelry filling the streets, bonfires lighting up the streets as the sky went dark.
	After I put down my bowl Eiko sat down my lap, wiggling her hips against mine and reaching up to nuzzle under my chin. For a few seconds we just watched the scene below in silence until she took my hand in hers and places it firmly between her legs, the soft fur around her slit wet and sticky with arousal.
	“Need something, sweetheart?” I whispered into her spotty little ear.
	“Just wanna get off again. All worked up watching people down there,” she said, as casual as anything.
	I quickly found her clitoris and started to rub, gently pressing my fingers into her, using the subtle movement of her hips to guide my touch. To our right, Arri started to masturbate, and I gently spread Eiko’s thighs to make sure the curious boy got a good sight of her vulva as I pleasured her. He could probably get a similar view from his mother, but fresh sights probably wouldn’t hurt him. 
	After a few minutes, she shuddered in my embrace, gasping quietly as a gentle orgasm spread across her body. I didn’t bother looking behind us, but moans and groans I heard suggested Felsi and Kana had decided to go for a second round as well.
	Letting out a deep and satisfied sigh as she simmered in the afterglow of her climax, she reached up to kiss my cheek, little paws reaching to wrap gently around my penis.
	“Love you, Azzy.”
	“Love you too, kiddo”