“Alright, I’m gonna get plenty pregnant this time too!!”
“Meow!!”
I don’t want Dona-ba-san to become too damp from the situation, so I’ll crank up my mood. This isn’t just about yesterday or today; even she must want to stay bright and cheerful for her granddaughters and great-granddaughters who are living in the present. That’s certainly true.
With that in mind, I dive into the circle of cats dancing mysteriously around the bonfire where clothes were burned. I grab a nearby girl’s naked body without hesitation, bury my nose in her cat ears, and press my palm against her breasts. If I dig my fingers in too hard, she’ll surely complain about the pain, but yes, that’s exactly right.
With her lower half completely exposed, it looks like the work of a drunk lecherous old man, but if I don’t raise the temperature this much, we won’t be able to get along here. After all, what we have here are hundreds of feral cat-girls who, despite being in broad daylight and having no particular need to do so, strip completely naked outdoors, celebrate a month covered in semen, dance, and act on their lust.
Moreover, they’re all young and overflowing with sexual desire. If I hesitate or stand back, I’ll only end up being gang-raped by them. That won’t do. No, it’s “me” who will indulge my desires as much as I want. This is not only about maintaining my own motivation but also crucial to prevent the cat-girls from holding back.
The intensity of their impulses varies from person to person among the cats, and there are also personality differences. Cat-beasts are generally optimistic, but some are quiet and timid. If I act like “I’ve had enough,” those kinds will take it seriously, miss out on the fun, feel frustrated, and ultimately lose out.
To ensure they can enjoy themselves without shame, I must always be a greedy, hard-on-wielding man. Just like at the Palace, since I’m the only one surrounding them, that’s simply proper etiquette.
So, I grab a girl I randomly caught, squeeze her breasts, stroke her buttocks, insert my finger into her pussy, then pull it out while joining the dance. There’s no accompaniment or any kind of coordination; we’re just wildly dancing while staring at the bonfire. Even my clumsy, harassment-filled intrusion as a lecherous old man flashing his erect penis is met with giggles from the cats, and many even lean closer, eager to get involved.
It’s an impromptu opening ceremony filled with expectations of sex. There’s something special about the joy found only in moments like these.
“Meow♪”
“Papa♪”
“Oh, oh—!”
Even my daughters, who explicitly said they wouldn’t engage in sex, have no choice but to touch them if they approach given the flow, and similarly, I can’t help but kiss them. It would be dangerous to reject and push them away while everyone is naked and spinning around dancing.
…Kissing is safe. Safe. While struggling to redefine my personal “safe line,” I find myself evaluating my own daughters—“Wow, her breast development is nice…” “Her pussy is quite low-set…”—and desperately trying to hold back the drop in my paternal mood caused by such thoughts.
As long as I don’t insert my penis, it’s safe. I mustn’t spoil things here with strange concerns for my daughters.
…Just then, Karsha came around nearby. Perhaps because she’s a half-elf, her breasts and buttocks have a striking presence. Her proportions are no worse than Lyra’s, regardless of her height. Swinging her slightly honey-colored hair, she meets my gaze with a faint smile, and as if by prior agreement, her naked body rolls into my arms the moment I reach out. Pressing her lush, living breasts against my hand as if it were entirely natural.
“Hehe… Do you need my body…♪”
“What a bold way to put it.”
I wonder if it’s okay that she’s the first one I embrace upon arriving at the cat colony. But compared to constantly struggling to maintain my feelings every time I feel conflicted about my daughters’ bodies, this might be better.
Moving to hold her from behind in rhythm with the dance, I whisper into her long ears.
“But her pussy looks fully prepared, so I might as well go ahead without hesitation.”
“Uuuh… Yes, please… Baby~♪”
I’d heard she had struggled just like the other half-elves, and that she’d even been cruelly deceived by a man at some point. Yet, dancing wildly naked among the cats under the blue sky, shaking her ass against a man’s penis, not a single trace of those shadows remained on her.
She was now one of the cats. A member of that small village where everyone became pregnant after being inseminated by a single man who gave in to his lust without restraint. If she could abandon any notion of happiness as a human or an elf comparable to others, then perhaps this was happiness in its own right.
With my erection throbbing with strange excitement, I inserted myself into her for the first time during our stay at the colony.
“Mmm… fuu, ah…♪”
“Aaaah, Papa’s already inside me~♪”
“Who’s there?”
While being noticed and teased by the daughters as I penetrated Kasha while standing, I ravished her against the backdrop of the blue sky, sandy-colored rock formations, and the naked skin of the cats. Grasping her white half-elf ass, I indulged in my first vaginal pleasure here at the colony.
Before long, drums joined the dance. By moving only my eyes to locate the source of the sound, I saw a naked dark elf beating them with his hands. That must have been Cosmos-san’s former prostitute. Meanwhile, as the cats gathered around me and slowed their movements, the bonfire had become easier to approach. The women from the Maid Corps, who had finally appeared late, began stripping off their maid uniforms and underwear in order, feeding them one by one into the flames.
…Ah, no, this isn’t some festival where everyone’s clothes are burned? Feeling a bit anxious, yet Kasha’s pussy greedily demanded my semen, her hips moving so powerfully that they overwhelmed me. Clutching her breasts tightly to keep up, I quickened my thrusts. “Haa… haa, haa…♪ I want more, more… to enjoy it… Aaah…♪”
Kasha was quite skilled too; I was a fighter capable of matching or even surpassing the prostitutes of Tark in bed. Finding her most sensitive spot, varying my rhythm to hit it precisely, and guiding her to an orgasm under the bright daylight with everyone watching was effortless for me. …And first, as a reward, I began ejaculating inside her pussy, then withdrew immediately to spray her ass and back, displaying the semen before the cats’ eyes. “Aaah… ah, haa… Uuuh…♪ I’m gonna get pregnant…♪”
Kasha clung to one of the nearby girls, thrusting her ass out as she received the load. Sweat and semen glistened in the sunlight as they dripped down. The cats watched this scene with “Ooh…” murmurs, their arousal no longer hidden; next would be me, then me…
A month filled with the scent of semen began across the colony.
Several days after I arrived at the colony, the second wave of travelers reached us. Luna, Marone, Cute, and other cats residing in Polka. Then there were Anzeros, Aurora, Naris, Almeida… plus Elenia, Frena, and others. Additionally, several active maids from the Maid Corps came to assist them, along with Hilda herself.
The reason they joined later was… well, partly due to scheduling and coordination issues, but mostly because Luna considered it better not to surround me too densely with female slaves from the start, as that might make the cats feel awkward. Since they were coming here, the cats should be the main focus. It made sense to yield somewhat to those who had been constantly in my arms at the palace all year round. If everyone came together, the female slaves would end up sucking a lot of semen anyway. Moreover, since I’d become deeply involved with this colony, the female slaves now had considerable say; it was difficult for the cats to assert their sexual rights by pushing others aside.
“You’ve been going at it quite a bit, haven’t you…” At the former pleasure house where we were staying, Naris looked exasperated as I relentlessly ravished warrior cat Neri while rolling several young cat girls around, covered in semen.
“No, that’s something we should have known from the start… What’s with that face?”
“No, I’ve gone around the whole colony, and everywhere smells like unwashed bodies. Plus, every single girl is completely naked—even the ones who aren’t cats.”
“It seems everyone burned their clothes on the first day…”
“Why would they do something like that?”
“Don’t ask me. They were so overjoyed when I said we’d be staying for a month that they spontaneously decided to burn it all.”
”…Hilda-san, wouldn’t it be better if Onyx arranged some clothes for us?”
“That’s true. Well, since it’s only for everyone in this colony, older brother could probably get them ready in three days. If we account for the trip to and from Tark, we should ask about five days before we wrap up our stay☆”
Hilda and Marone also planned to conduct health checkups for the cats. Even though it might have been an “act of fate” beyond the healing spring’s reach, it was deeply unsettling when residents suddenly passed away like Grandma Dona did. That’s why they had made it a regular practice since her death. For diagnoses like these, steady medical skills and knowledge are undeniably important. It seems Marone’s experience as Hilda’s assistant wasn’t entirely wasted after all.
“If that’s the case, there’s no choice but to accept it.” And so, back to the matter of clothes… …When Luna and Cute were crouched down fidgeting with something, they suddenly lit a fire right there. Then, without hesitation, they began tossing their newly acquired clothes into the flames one by one.
“Luna!?”
“It’s not good if everyone else burned theirs but we’re still wearing ours while parading around.”
“I don’t mind at all!?”
My words fell on deaf ears; Luna and Cute had now fully adapted to the “naked dress code.” “That makes sense☆” Even Hilda, who had come dressed like a proper doctor, stripped off everything and joined in the burning. Marone hesitated for a moment, closing her eyes as she wrestled with the decision before eventually following suit after Hilda.
“You guys—!” Naris’s voice rang out.
…Still, we’d already known this would turn into some kind of chaotic mating festival by the time we arrived.
In the end, everyone—including Elenia and Frena—ended up joining that group anyway.
”…What are we going to do when we leave for Onyx?”
“Oh☆”
No one had thought ahead about what would happen next.