A small colony situated in the heart of the desert. Just twenty years ago, this place would have been nothing more than an unremarkable, run-of-the-mill feline cat-person colony. However, over the span of a few years, the gender balance shattered drastically, putting the future of the colony on the brink of collapse. And now.
“Looking back, it’s quite changed, isn’t it?”
Gazing down from atop the high rock formation, several large structures had sprouted within the small village.
While most of the dwellings were simple homes made of sun-dried mud bricks, these new constructions stood out prominently. They were stone buildings I had ordered the dragons to build in record time.
Their purposes varied. Some were merely civic centers, others reservoirs prepared for droughts, and some were childcare facilities.
…And then there were the ones I initially intended for… sexual purposes.
No, that’s not right. Please don’t say things like “here we go again.” I have at least a shred of common sense.
Honestly, after visiting multiple times, I started thinking that holding a “Village-wide Orgy Day” as a standard event wasn’t really acceptable.
It might be fine in the beginning, but eventually, the children I’ve sired will start growing up.
To simply brush off responsibility by raising them to accept such a lifestyle from the start is a terrible idea.
Even at Veiper Palace, childcare is necessary for infants due to safety concerns, but once they reach a certain age, they are removed from the palace and integrated into normal life. Leaving them to live in a state of naked paradise while constantly witnessing sex until adulthood would lead to serious psychological distortions.
Therefore, I wanted to ensure that the feline colony also strives for a relatively normal lifestyle.
If their lives were confined to the colony forever, perhaps distortion wouldn’t matter so much. However, dragon transport ships frequently travel between Polka and here, making it possible to send them out to establish independence in the Polka Autonomous Zone, Basson, or Tark. Now, vast possibilities lie open for their futures.
Given that, I thought it was good to have a facility specifically designated to contain “sexual activities within this building.” I really did think so. At the time.
…It didn’t quite work out as planned.
“How much longer do you plan to wallow in strange nostalgia?”
”…Strange… well, fine.”
Offering a bitter smile, I glanced briefly at the rock where Dona the old woman always seemed to appear out of nowhere.
We descended the mountain leisurely.
There was no flashy greeting.
Sensing our arrival, the cats had come to accept our presence enough to realize that normal preparations for a welcome were better than chaotic swarming.
Compared to before, it really has become lively.
“Welcome, Master.”
‘Welcome!!’
At the heart of the colony, in front of the oasis, Anis, now a composed and beautiful woman, greets us on behalf of the colony.
She who once entertained me sexually as a set with my mother, Tanya, has become pregnant many times since then and is now the mother of seven children.
Additionally, I have had four more children with Tanya.
And Anis’s daughters are also coming into their own; the eldest is just about to reach an age where her figure will start developing a feminine shape.
These daughters join hands with the other small cat girls around them, greeting us in unison.
The scale of the colony’s children gathered there might be close to three hundred.
The vast majority are my children. While there are many in Polka as well, this colony holds the largest concentration of my offspring.
“Thank you for welcoming us, everyone.”
Straining to put on a gentle “dad face,” I wave my hand at the children, their mothers, and the young cat girls who are aiming to join the ranks of mothers.
…Though considering what lies ahead, as always, I have no idea how I should be reacting.
“Will you be staying with us this time?”
“Oh… yes. My schedule is quite open, so since we’re here, I’m thinking of being a burden on you all for about a month.”
“A whole month? Is that… alright?”
“Selen and the others have given their approval. A few of the other female slaves will be joining us after a while, but I’ll provide for their food and care arrangements myself…”
Before I could say a word more, the gathered cats let out a shrill roar of excitement.
My stay was a festival for them.
The peaceful, boring life in the colony, and the sexual urges that torment their instincts, all became exciting at once with my arrival.
For them, it was truly something pure and simple…
“Ah, no, wait a moment! Don’t undress so fast! Fast is too fast! You guys planning to go without clothes for a whole month? And besides, we don’t have sex with my kids! Contraception isn’t an option! Sex with your father is a no!”
Before I could stop them, adults and children alike stripped off their clothes and threw them aside; not only that, caught up in the moment, they set the discarded clothing on fire and started dancing joyfully.
“Clothes are precious here…”
As I stared dumbfounded at the women dancing nakedly and cheerfully, a nearby half-elf woman laughed with a troubled expression.
“They don’t really care if they’re not wearing clothes… though it is quite a sight for boys,”
she said, before taking off her own clothes herself and tossing them into the fire.
“No way, you’re burning yours too?!”
“You know the saying, ‘When in Rome…’” ♪
She was Karsha, a wandering half-elf who had been temporarily protected in Duke Gardner’s territory before moving to Grange once.
Initially, she looked after the Karlwin people moving into Grange, but during a festival she visited Polka, where she hit it off with the cat-beastfolk. Inspired by their carefree desert lifestyle, she recently decided to move back there.
Actually, quite a few people have boldly declared their intention to move to the Cat Colony like her, and including Karsha, around ten or more members of other races have put down roots within the colony.
The cat-beastfolk are accustomed to Polka because they come frequently for medical treatment of illnesses or injuries, or to attend classes at Polka Academy, so they accept these settlers with open arms.
…Men sometimes express a desire to move in too, but I veto those on my own authority.
After all, things always end up like this, and even if someone is virile enough to satisfy several women energetically, once this kind of orgy festival starts, it’s clear that the situation would become extremely awkward for everyone involved.
If a cat here wants to marry an outside man, it has to be off-colony. Inside the colony, everyone is my wife. Except the kids.
That is the policy I currently maintain.
“Besides, since we’re staying in the colony, aren’t we candidates for mating too…?”
Karsha asked with a sidelong glance, having thrown even her panties into the campfire and exposing everything from her nipples to her genitals to the sunlight.
…Ugh.
”…Yes.”
”♪”
She doesn’t wear a collar, but all the women who have moved to this colony have consented to joining in the orgy festival themselves.
Even if they get pregnant, it’s fine. Having children is an unconditional blessing; once born, everyone raises them without any grudges or reservations.
It seems all the prospective migrants are envious of the Cat Colony’s clear-sky optimism and their straightforward embrace of pleasure.
…Other than Karsha, this half-elf connected to Almeida’s hidden village projects, the other female residents who chose this cat colony life include many from the maid group and former prostitutes, plus one former Karlwin girl and one elf from the Northern Forest.
With treatment like this, I feel like they could just join my harem directly, but choosing a living environment is important too. Some stay here simply because they hate the cold.
“But you’re just arriving, so sex can wait!”
Leaving that for the dancing cats and Karsha, I headed toward the outskirts of the village with Lyra.
Across the oasis from the labyrinth exit, on the opposite side of the settlement. In a slightly protruding spot stood a rock, with a single staff planted on its peak. Lyra poured the alcohol she had brought over the rock with a splash. ”…Ho. Sip it slowly. It is the finest wine from the Elf Forest.” Then, she took the rest in her mouth and gazed into the distance. …Grandma Dona passed away a few years ago. Without letting anyone notice her deteriorating health, she remained in her usual energetic, sarcastic mood until the day before she died… Apparently, by morning, her body had gone cold. Her body was buried in the sand a little way from the colony, according to custom.
The desert insects, or perhaps sandworms, will be the ones to return that corpse to the natural cycle of life.
Burying him in the labyrinth, or even just nearby it, might result in a mass grave of dead bodies. That is the most painful prospect for the bereaved.
So, apparently, burying one in the sand is considered the most natural funeral rite in the colony of the Great Desert Labyrinth.
“I have seen off many dear friends before, but you… you were perhaps special,” Lyra said. She took another drink, poured the rest over the rocks, and tossed the ceramic wine bottle into the distant sands.
It was the usual ritual.
Sooner or later, Old Lady Dona’s staff would break, the rocks would weather away, and no one would remember what they had meant.
Asked if it wasn’t better to protect it with magic or something, Lyra said that would be fine too.
Obsessing over grave markers or keepsakes only diluted the feelings for the person.
The connection with those you can never meet again should live in each person’s heart. That is how what she lived and protected in her era was being preserved.
“He must have been fairly happy, I think. He got to see the colony flourish as much as it has before he ended.”
“I suppose so. Though if we call it ‘flourishing,’ most of that is just me fucking everyone up.”
“Ha ha. Even so, I trusted you with this knowing that you could handle even such chaotic results.”
“If we keep going like this, won’t the whole colony end up being mostly incest?”
“Countless colonies started out exactly that way… Dona used to say as much, didn’t she? Besides, don’t the elves have a good grasp on how to deal with bloodline purity? Don’t hesitate. Feel free to sleep with your daughters and granddaughters whenever you please.”
“I’d like my children to have a future where they can be happy, though…”
“Trying that with Elenia or Frena would no longer work. Besides, the cats lose all regard for virginity in a frenzy once the full moon rises anyway. There is nothing to worry about.”
“That’s true, but still…”
…Ah.
Watching me wrack my brains over such a stubbornly grim issue, Lyra’s faint shadow receded. Stripping off her clothes with cheerful vigor as she walked, she began marching briskly toward the plaza where the cats were dancing.
“Wait, that outfit was made of elf cloth! It’s super high-end! Don’t burn it!”
“Ha ha. All things physical eventually break. If you need one, just have a new one made then ♪”
Without waiting for a bonfire, Lyra burned her clothes using the heat from her own hands.
“You know, that really rubs us craftsmen the wrong way!?”
…That said.
Naked apart from her collar, Lyra was exactly as she had been when we first met: a gorgeously attractive bare body.
As for me, under the bright sky with Lyra’s naked form on display and the anticipation of the full-nude dance party among the cat-girls in the distance, my crotch was in quite a state.
“Damn it.”
Making up my mind, I undressed right there. Since everyone will be naked anyway when we get back, there’s no reason to feel embarrassed. No one is going to laugh at me.
An old man exposing his fully erect dick next to a stunning beauty, under the blue sky, in the desert.
…No, what is this scenery? I barely recognize myself.
“Ha ha. Shall we start here then ♪ I am your sex-pet, anytime suits you ♪”
”…Well, let’s head over there first!”
I nearly lost my nerve for a moment. Since I’d be playing around for a whole month, maybe it was fine if Lyra got the first round…
But even so, I came here for the cats’ sake. The idea of scolding everyone to make them leave, then hiding away to get off on Lyra for the first time… let’s not do that.
And so, standing side-by-side with naked Lyra, walking with a wide-legged gait while being self-conscious about my dick, I suddenly felt a pang regarding the grave marker behind us.
…To think Old Lady Dona passed away feeling happy at such a sight… it feels a bit too optimistic for that, doesn’t it?