A small colony nestled in the heart of the desert. Only about twenty years ago, it was nothing more than an ordinary colony of cat-beasts, unremarkable and mundane. But after a few critical years, the gender balance collapsed dramatically, threatening its very future. And now?
“Looking back, things have changed quite a bit, haven’t they?” From atop a modest rocky hill overlooking the colony, I could see that the small settlement had grown with numerous large structures. Amidst the simple adobe houses made of sun-dried bricks, these buildings stood out distinctly—they were stone constructions built by my orders to the dragons, each completed within a short timeframe. Their purposes varied: some served as community halls, others as water reservoirs prepared for droughts, and still others as childcare facilities. …And initially, I had even considered using one for erotic purposes. No, wait—please don’t say “again.” I do have some sense of propriety. Seriously, after visiting repeatedly, I realized that holding something like a “village-wide orgiastic day” as if it were normal was a bad idea. It might seem harmless at first, but eventually, the children I’ve fathered will grow up. If the entire village operates this way, shouldn’t we just let them get used to it from the start? Throwing that attitude around is very unhealthy. Even Viper Palace has its reasons for allowing nudity during early childhood due to childcare necessities, but once they reach a certain age, I ensure they’re moved out and given a normal life. Letting them grow up entirely surrounded by nakedness and constant sex would lead to serious psychological distortion. So, even in the cat colony, I want to encourage at least some semblance of proper living. If they were to spend their entire lives confined within the colony, perhaps distortion wouldn’t matter—but dragon transport flights between Polka run frequently, and there’s no shortage of opportunities for them to move independently to places like the Polka Autonomous Zone, Basson, or Tark. Their futures are now brimming with potential. Considering that, I thought it might be beneficial to have designated facilities separated by the phrase “Let’s keep erotic activities within these buildings.” That was my intention back then. …But it didn’t work out as planned.
“H-How long do you intend to linger in such strange reflections?” ”…Strange? Well, whatever.” With a wry smile, I glanced briefly at that very rock where Old Lady Dona had mysteriously appeared without anyone noticing. We slowly descended the mountain. There was no grand welcome ceremony. The cats had grown accustomed to our presence; they understood that if we arrived, it was better for them to prepare a normal greeting rather than chaotically pouncing on us.
Compared to back then, the place had truly become lively. “Welcome, Master.” “Welcome—!!!” At the center of the colony, before the oasis, Anis greeted us as our representative, her demeanor now that of a composed and beautiful woman. Once, she had welcomed me alongside my mother, Tanya, offering both emotional and physical affection as a set pair. Since then, she has given birth multiple times and is now the mother of seven children. Tanya herself has also borne four more children since those days. And Anis’s daughters? The eldest is already approaching an age where her figure begins to take on a distinctly feminine shape. Together with other young cat-girls, they all joined in, their voices united as they welcomed us. The number of children gathered from the colony totaled nearly three hundred. Most were my own offspring. While there are many in Polka as well, by total count, those present here represent the largest group of my children. “Thank you all for coming to greet us.” With every effort to maintain a gentle fatherly expression—though perhaps not entirely convincing—I raised my hand in greeting toward the children, their mothers, and even the young cat-girls who had just joined the maternal circle.
…Still, considering what comes next, I always end up not knowing how to react.
“Are you staying over this time?”
“Hmm… well, my schedule is pretty open anyway, so since it’s a good opportunity, I was thinking I might stay for about a month.”
“A whole month… really? That’s fine with you?”
“Selen and the others have already given their approval. Soon, several of the other female slaves will join us as well. We’ll take care of their food and supervision here…”
Before she could finish speaking, the gathered cat-beasts erupted in cheers.
My presence here is like a festival to them.
The peaceful yet monotonous life of the colony, along with the instinctual urges that torment them, suddenly transforms into something thrilling through my arrival.
For them, it truly is purely about that…
“Ah, no, wait! Taking off clothes too soon! Too early! Are you planning to go without clothes for a whole month, you guys?! And besides, I won’t be having sex with your kids! Even if contraception is used, it’s not allowed! Sex with the father is forbidden!”
Before I could stop them, both adults and children threw off their clothing. Not only that, they began dancing joyfully while burning the discarded clothes in a spontaneous frenzy.
“But clothes are so precious here…”
Staring blankly at the women dancing naked and cheerfully, a half-elf woman nearby chuckled helplessly.
“They don’t mind much if they’re without clothes… though it might be tempting for the boys.”
Saying that, she too stripped off her garments and tossed them into the fire with a casual flick of her wrist.
“No, you’re burning mine too!?”
“As the saying goes, ‘When entering a village, follow its customs’♪”
…She is Kasha, a wandering half-elf who was once protected in the Duchy of Gardner before relocating to Grance. Initially, she cared for the Karlwin people who moved to Grance, but after bonding with the cat-beasts during a festival at Polka, she became envious of their carefree desert lifestyle and recently relocated again.
In fact, quite a few people deliberately choose to move to the Cat Colony like her, and there are around a dozen non-human residents in the colony, including her.
Since the cat-beasts are accustomed to visiting Polka frequently for medical treatment, injury recovery, or attending classes at Polka Academy, they accept such newcomers with great tolerance.
…Occasionally, men also express interest in relocating, but I’ve firmly rejected all such requests on my own authority.
After all, things inevitably end up like this anyway. Even if someone were vigorous enough to satisfy several people, once the orgiastic festival begins, it’s obvious that everyone would become extremely awkward.
If any of these cats here marry another man, it must be outside the colony. Inside the colony, everyone is my wife—except for the children.
This policy remains unchanged to this day.
“Besides, since we’re living in the colony now, aren’t we targets for breeding…?”
Kasha, who had thrown even her panties into the bonfire and exposed everything from her nipples to her genitals to the sunlight, asked with a suggestive glance.
…Ugh.
”…Yes.”
”♪”
Although they don’t wear collars, all the women who have relocated to this colony have agreed to participate in the orgiastic festival themselves.
Pregnancy is perfectly acceptable. The birth of children is unconditionally celebrated, and once born, everyone raises them without any hesitation or shame.
It seems that those who wish to relocate are all drawn to the Cat Colony’s carefree optimism and its straightforward embrace of pleasure.
…Other female residents who chose this life in the Cat Colony include another half-elf connected to Almeda’s hidden sanctuary project, many maids and former prostitutes, one young girl from Karlwin, and one elf girl from the Northern Forest.
I could even consider letting them join my harem directly given how they’re treated here, but choosing where to live is also important. Some stay here simply because they dislike the cold.
“But honestly, since we just arrived, let’s hold off on the intimate stuff for now!” Leaving those words behind as he watched the dancing cats and Kasha, I set out with Lyra toward the edge of the village.
Beyond the dungeon exit, across from the oasis lay the opposite side of the settlement. There stood a solitary rock jutting upward, atop which a single staff pierced the air like a sentinel. Lyra poured the wine we’d brought over that rock, splashing it generously. ”…Taste it well. It’s the finest elven forest brew.” She then took a sip herself, gazing into the distance with distant eyes.
…Dona had passed away several years ago. No one noticed her declining health until the very end; she remained as energetic and sharp-tongued as ever right up to her final moments—only to turn cold when morning came. Her body was buried in sand a short distance from the colony, following local custom. …Beetles of the desert, or perhaps sandworms—or some other force—would return her remains to nature’s cycle. Burying her within the dungeon or right beside it might have left her corpse undisturbed forever, which would be the most painful thing for her loved ones. That is why, in the colonies of the Great Desert Dungeon, burial in sand is considered the most natural form of farewell.
”…I’ve never had to see off a close friend before. Still, you must have been special.” Lyra said so, took another drink, poured the rest over the rock, and then tossed the ceramic wine bottle into the distant sands. It was her usual ritual. Eventually, Dona’s staff would break, the rock would weather away, and no one would remember what it all meant. If someone asked whether magic could preserve it, Lyra would say: “No need.” Clinging to grave markers or personal effects only dilutes the memory of the person themselves. What matters is that the bond with those we can no longer meet lives within each heart. After all, she lived in an era where such things were preserved just like this.
”…He must have been quite happy too. He got to see the colony flourish right up until the end.”
”…Maybe. But let’s be honest—I’m the only one who really caused all that growth.”
“Hmph. Even so, I entrusted you because I knew you could handle even the wildest consequences.”
“Does this mean we’re turning into a harem now?”
“There are countless colonies that started exactly like that. …Dona herself said as much. Besides, elves know how to deal with close bloodlines. Just go ahead and embrace your daughters and grandchildren without hesitation.”
“I’d rather hope my children find happiness with a future in mind…”
“Trying to stop Elia or Frena from doing what they want won’t work. After all, once the full moon rises, those cat girls lose all sense of purity anyway. There’s nothing to worry about.”
“That’s true, but…”
…Ah.
Seeing me wallow in such stubborn sorrow, Lyra’s faint shadow fell silent. Then, as she walked, she cheerfully removed her clothes and began striding confidently toward the square where the cats danced.
“Wait! That outfit is made of super-premium elven fabric! Don’t burn it!”
“Hmph. What of it? All physical things eventually break. If you need one again, just make another then♪”
Without waiting for a fire pit, Lyra burned her clothes with the heat from her own hands.
“That kind of thing really puts craftsmen in an awful mood!”
…That said.
Lyla, left in nothing but her collar, stood completely naked before me—just as glamorous and alluring as she had been when we first met.
As for me, my groin was thoroughly stirred by the sight of Lyla’s body exposed beneath the bright sky, and by the anticipation of the catgirls’ nude dance party visible in the distance.
“Eh-hei!”
With a determined grunt, I yanked down my pants right there on the spot. After all, everyone else is already naked; there’s no reason to feel ashamed. No one will laugh.
An old man with an erect penis baring it for the world’s most beautiful woman, under a blue sky in the desert…
…Well, I suppose this scene says more about me than anything else.
“Hoho. Shall we begin right here? ♪ I am your sex-processing pet; I care not when or how! ♪”
”…W-well, let’s head to them first!”
For a moment, I nearly faltered. But since we have a month of play ahead, maybe starting with Lyla isn’t so bad…
Still, I came here for the cats. It would be wrong to scold them and leave them behind just to hide and take my first turn with Lyla.
So, standing beside naked Lyla, I walked with legs spread wide, acutely aware of my erection, only to suddenly glance back at the tombstone behind us.
…I suppose it’s overly optimistic to think that Dona-oba-san passed away feeling happy amidst such a scene.