“Alright, I’m gonna fill you all up with babies this time too!!” “Nyaa!!” Don’t wanna get all sentimental about Old Woman Dona. Gotta keep the energy up. It’s not like yesterday and today are still relevant. The old hag would want her granddaughters and great-grandkids to be happy, no doubt. That much is certain. So, I dive into the circle of cats dancing around the bonfire where they burned their clothes. I grab the nearest girl, wrap my arms around her naked body without hesitation, shove my nose into her cat ears, and press my palms against her tits. I dig my fingers in good and proper, even if she winces a bit, yeah. Being completely shirtless only makes it look like some drunk pervert’s work, but you gotta play the game to survive here. Because this place is full of hundreds of horny cats celebrating a month of being covered in cum, naked outside in broad daylight for no reason, and dancing. And they’re all young and overflowing with libido. If I’m timid, I’ll just get gangbanged. That won’t do. I’m the one who gets to screw them as much as I want. It’s partly about keeping my own motivation up, but it’s also important to make sure the cats don’t hold back either. The intensity of that urge varies from cat to cat, and personality plays a role too. Catfolk are generally optimistic, but some are quiet and timid. If I act like “I’ve had enough,” those types will take me seriously, miss their chance, stew in their own frustration, and end up losing out. For them to enjoy themselves without feeling bad, I have to be a greedy prick with a rock-hard dick all the time. It’s just proper etiquette when you’re taking on a horde alone, like at the Palace. So, I grab a random girl, hold her close, pinch her tits, rub her ass, shove my fingers in and out of her snatch while dancing. Since there’s no music or coordination, just random flailing around watching the bonfire, even when some pervert pops in, flashes his hard-on, and does whatever he wants in a clumsy way, the cats just laugh it off and often try to get involved. A spontaneous opening ceremony with everyone expecting sex. There’s a certain kind of fun that only exists in moments like these. “Nyaa♪” “Papa♪” “Ooh! Ooh!” I told my own daughters I wouldn’t do anything, but if they come near in this situation, I can’t help but touch them. If things go the way they’re going, I can’t help but kiss them either. It’d be dangerous to reject and push them away while everyone’s dancing naked. …K, kissing is safe. Safe. While desperately trying to reset my personal boundaries, I end up appraising my daughters like, “Wow, her boobs are developing nicely… her snatch is pretty low-hanging…” and desperately trying to suppress the drop in my testosterone levels. A, as long as I don’t shove my dick in, it’s safe. I can’t go around worrying about my daughters and ruining the mood. …And then, Karsa comes around the corner. Maybe because she’s a half-elf, but her boobs and ass are definitely noticeable. Not to mention her proportions are just as good as Lila’s. Her slightly dark honey-colored hair sways as she catches my eye and gives me a faint smile. As if on cue, she throws herself into my arms when I reach out. As if it’s the most natural thing in the world, she presses her full, real boobs against my hands. “Fufu… do you need a body like mine…♪” “That’s some way to put it.” I wonder if it’s okay that she’s the first one I’m taking in this cat colony, but it’s better than constantly trying to maintain my composure every time I get complicated feelings about my daughters. I move so that I’m holding her from behind as we dance, and whisper into her long ears.
“Looks like she’s ready and waiting, so I think I’ll take full advantage,” I said.
”…Yes, please… Baby!”
I’d heard she’d struggled too, just like the half-elves—apparently, she’d been badly deceived by men before. But here she was, mixing with the cats, dancing wildly naked under the blue sky, her ass swaying to a man’s cock, and not a trace of that past sorrow showed.
She was one of the cats now.
A creature honest about her lust, spreading seed from just one man in a little village where everyone got pregnant.
If she abandoned any hope of ordinary human or elf happiness, maybe this was happiness.
Still riding the strange high, I thrust my hard cock into her first.
”Ngh… fuh… ah…"
"Aaaah, Daddy’s already inside me!"
"Who’s that?”
My daughters spotted the insertion and started chanting as I stood Kashar up to fuck her.
Against the blue sky, sandy cliffs, and naked cats, I gripped the half-elf’s white ass, enjoying my first vaginal pleasure in this colony.
Before I knew it, drums joined the dance. Tracking the sound with my eyes alone, I spotted a naked dark elf banging on them with her hands—sure enough, it was Cosmos’s ex-prostitute.
And since the cats had gathered around me and slowed down, the bonfire became easier to approach. So, belatedly, the maidens from the Maid Brigade started stripping off their uniforms and underwear in turn, throwing them into the flames.
…Oh, no, this isn’t some village-wide clothing-burning festival or anything, okay?
A little flustered, I realized Kashar’s cunt was greedily demanding more cum, her hips moving so fiercely she was overwhelming me. So I grabbed her tits and sped up my thrusts to keep up.
”Haa… haa, haa…♪ More, more… I want to enjoy it… ahh…♪”
Kashar was pretty good, but I was a fighter who could hold my own against Tark’s whores.
Finding the sweet spots in her cunt, timing my thrusts with variation, and leading her to climax under the midday sun with everyone watching? No problem.
…And as a first reward, I shot my load inside her, pulled out immediately, and splattered her ass and back with cum for all the cats to see.
”Ahh… a, haa…♪ I’m gonna get pregnant…♪”
Kashar clung to some random girl, presenting her ass to receive it. Sweat, cum, glistening in the sunlight as it dripped down.
The cats watching this with “Ooh…“s of appreciation then stopped hiding their lust—me next, me next!
And so began a month where the colony reeked of semen.
A few days after I arrived, the second group from the Colony Tour arrived.
Luna, Malorne, Cute and the rest of the Polka residents. Then Anzalos, Aurora, Naris, Almeida… and Elenia, Frena, too.
Plus a few active members of the Maid Brigade as caretakers. And Hildegard was there as well.
The reason they were joining later… well, it wasn’t just scheduling and coordination. Luna was worried that if too many female slaves surrounded me at first, the cats would get intimidated.
Since they were coming here, the cats should be the priority. The Palace girls who spent all year with me should give way a little.
If everyone came at once, the female slaves would end up drinking way too much cum.
Besides, since I’d gotten so involved in this colony, the female slaves had gained quite a bit of influence. It’d be hard to force the cats to claim their right to sex by pushing them aside.
“You’re really going at it, aren’t you…”
Naris gave me an exasperated look as I was covered in cum, rolling around with several young cat girls and relentlessly fucking the warrior cat Nelly in what used to be a pleasure house.
“Nah, we knew that from the start… What’s with that face?"
"Seriously, I’ve been all around this colony, and it smells like rotten fish everywhere. And every girl is completely naked. Even the ones who aren’t cats."
"Well, everyone burned their clothes on the first day…"
"Why would they do that?"
"Don’t ask me. They were so thrilled about staying a month that they spontaneously set them all on fire."
"…Hilda-san. Shouldn’t we ask Onyx to arrange some clothes?"
"Hmm. Well, if it’s for everyone in this colony, Big Bro could probably get them ready in three days. Counting the trip to Talc and back, you should go ask him about five days before we pack up.” ☆
Hilda-san and Malorne were also planning to do health checks on the cats.
Even if it was “fate” that couldn’t be helped at the Holy Spring, it was still frustrating when residents just dropped dead like Donna-Oba-san. That’s why they’d been doing regular check-ups ever since her death.
For these kinds of diagnoses, solid medical skills and knowledge were definitely important.
Looks like Malorne’s experience as Hilda-san’s assistant wasn’t wasted after all.
“Well, if that’s the situation, there’s no helping it.”
So, back to the clothes issue.
…When I thought Luna and Cute were just crouching there, fussing with something, they suddenly lit a fire right there.
And then, without hesitation, they started throwing their clothes onto it.
”Luna!?"
"Since everyone else burned theirs, it’d be weird if we were the only ones still wearing them while walking around."
"I don’t think it’s a big deal!”
My protests were in vain; Luna and Cute had fully conformed to the “naked dress code."
"That’s true, too!” ☆
Hilda-san even took off all her doctor-like clothes and joined the bonfire. Malorne hesitated for a moment, closed her eyes in conflict, but eventually followed Hilda-san.
”You two—!”
Naris’s voice echoed.
…That said, we knew this would probably turn into some kind of free-for-all party anyway.
In the end, everyone, including Elenia and Freya, joined in.
”…What about when we go to Onyx?"
"Ah! ☆“
No one had thought that far ahead.