Maternal bliss was a wonderful feeling, as Georgette came to discover.

As she sat there in her mansion's living room, the poodle looked at her beloved adopted son & his partner across on the other sofa from her and the latter's mother.

The young lady, who was quite the very definition of a "lady" indeed, sat besides her kittenhood friend-turned-lover-turned-husband, nuzzling up to him with a hand on her belly.

The unusually rotund shape on her stomach area was a clear indicator of what she was expecting in the upcoming weeks. In more ways than one.

Both Georgette and Duchess were looking forward to the very special delivery coming soon. Marie was already 6 weeks into the 9 week period, and it would only be a matter of time before they became grandmothers.

Ordinarily, the thought of such a title, typically associated with the elderly, would've turned the poodle's stomach. But as it stood, with her son being the respectful young gentleman she had raised him to be and his lady friend being the pinnacle of high society, she couldn't have been more proud to hold such a magnificent honor.

Not when it was in regards to these two.

She could remember the times when they really started to bond. Their relationship started in a way that you couldn't make up; Marie's family supposedly having travelled through time accidentally, and then meeting up with a young cat exactly her age by chance. It sounded like the setting for a young love story.

Not that she had any issues with it, of course. Not at this point in their relationship.

The way things started out, though, was quite a bit different.

***

It was just a regular Saturday, with the way it started out. Oliver was excited for his weekly 2-day break from school, and Georgette herself would've been looking forward to spending her time with him.

But that wouldn't be the case this time. Not while his new friend was over for their little sleepover.

"Friend" being the key word; one that he insisted on clarifying, due to all his poodle mom's teasing about it.

Regardless, that was where they were. Marie had arrived at the house about an hour ago, after saying her goodbyes to her mother for the night, and the afternoon was running its usual course. Sat next to each other on the sofa as they watched TV, of which Oliver introduced Marie to his favorite cartoons, playing with his toys, playing dress-up & role-playing, the occasional teasing from Georgette, and even making a grand dinner together. Granted, that was with the poodle herself doing the majority of the work, but it was nice to let them think they were helping.

As was typical, the big meal prompted the pair of young cats to slump in their chairs with full tummies, while Georgette cleared the table & worked on washing up.

"Ughhh..." Oliver groaned, leaning back in his chair, a hand resting on his stomach. "I don't think... I could eat... Another bite..."

Marie looked back at him with a smile and a giggle, admiring his boyish charm.

"Not even for dessert~?" She asked him, rubbing her belly in a similar fashion.

The remark earned a giggle from him, before something else escaped his lips.

"Braaarp!"

His eyes widened at the rather sudden & unexpected gas that emitted from him, along with the sound. He quickly turned his gaze towards Marie, while his cheeks were flushed red in embarrassment.

"O- Oh, umm..." He awkwardly stammered, looking away in shame. "S- Sorry, I- I- I didn't m- mean-"

"Bbbrrrraaaaaaarrrrrppp!"

Another belch, louder than his, escaped Marie's mouth, prompting him to look at her in amazement & astonishment.

"Excuse me~" She politely replied, a grin on her face.

Her action & the look on her face reassured her host that she wasn't grossed out by him, and while it seemed unbecoming of her character, Oliver couldn't help smiling.

"Nice one~" He told her, making her look at him with a smirk. "But I can do better~"

He leaned back, took a deep breath, and-

"If you two are finished..."

Suddenly, the pair of them felt their hearts skip a beat, turning to look at the doorway to the dining room, only to be met with who they expected.

Georgette was leaning against the doorframe, crossing her arms with a knowing smirk, and giving the impression of being both amused and annoyed.

"I'm sure I taught you better manners than that, young cat." She scolded, though not too harshly.

Oliver looked at his adoptive mother with an embarrassed blush, and a nervous gulp.

"S- Sorry, mom..." He sheepishly said, looking down at the floor in shame. "I- It was just..."

"Leave it." The canine told him, holding a hand up to silence him, before pointing her thumb at the glassdoor besides her. "Why don't you show your little "friend" your castle? I'm sure you two will have a wonderful time in there~"

Hearing those words, the female feline's ears perked up, along with a bright smile on her face.

"You have a castle?" Marie asked, sounding as interested as she was puzzled."I'd very much like to see it~"

It seemed clear to Oliver that their next activity had been decided, and he didn't want to disappoint his friend.

"Oh, sure." He gleefully told her, pulling himself off his chair and standing up, stretching his bones out as his legs found the strength to stand up again. "Come on, I'll show you."

The female feline stood up as well, happily following him to the garden while Georgette watched as they did so, a smirk on her face.

"And they loved happily ever after~" She joked to herself, leaving the room as well.

***

Marie was certainly impressed by the royal estate she had been treated to.

It WAS a castle, for sure. Just... Not quite the ones from her fairytale books.

To the more mature eye, it was really just a glorified playset, for those who had pretty deep pockets. Not that it was a negative description; it had 2 floors, multiple rooms, was made from sturdy, waterproof plastic, and was designed for comfort as much as practical use. It even had a slide attached to the upper floor, that was modified to lead into the pool.

Honestly, to Marie, it was like a little paradise. Spacious enough to play in, cozy enough to feel comfortable, and a nice shelter in case of rain.

But most importantly, to her, it was because she could be alone with him; some quality privacy time with her favorite kitty of this time era.

He was so sweet and caring, like a little prince. And now he had a castle of his own, for just the two of them.

It was amazing that he always found a way to impress her every time she crossed his path.

The two of them had been playing for a bit inside of it, though the mass of their meal was still weighing on their stomachs, so they were soon settled on the couch, resting up as they were reaching a storybook together.

Oliver chose one that he was sure Marie would like; about a princess who was being forced into a marriage with someone she didn't love, so went off to pursue a better life.

He was right; she was intrigued by this romantic adventure, and wanted to know if her path for true love ended well... But not as much as it was making her think about her own.

In the midst of the reading, her eyes wandered up to look at Oliver's face, a light blush crossing her cheeks as she saw how handsome he was.

She was already very fond of him, and as much as it was hard to admit it at times, her feelings had grown much stronger every time they met.

And there was something else about him that had been on her mind.

As he was about to turn the page for them, he was stopped when Marie's hand laid on top of his, caressing it with her fingers.

"Oliver..." She began, sounding even sweeter than normal.

Hearing her voice, he turned his head to look at her, and was instantly entranced by her beautiful eyes. Even more than normal.

"Y- Yes, Marie...?" He shyly asked, blushing at the sight of her.

Once he replied, the female cat pulled herself up to look at him at eye level, staring into his with a look that spoke a thousand words.

"I've been thinking..." She continued, her angelic voice commanding him to listen. "You remember... The pool? And the shower?"

Suddenly, the other cat's blush burned a deeper hue, knowing full well what she was referring to.

They were both awkward experiences, to understate it. For the former, he couldn't have guessed that the difference in swimming attire between his time period and hers would make her feel so uncomfortable, nor could he have guessed that it would result in him having to get naked for her, the way he did.

For the latter, from how far in the past she and her family were from, it was no surprise that modern cleaning devices were foreign to her. And as a result, the first time she used their shower wasn't too much different from their previous time seeing one another nude.

As much as he tried to forget about them, that was an impossible task. Though a little easier than keeping it a secret from Georgette & Duchess.

"Y- Yeah..." He spoke up, trying not to let her see how flustered he was. "I- I didn't m- mean to o- of- offend you, i- if I d- did-"

"I think you're really cute~" She suddenly declared, feeling a little blush creeping up on her own face. "I didn't get a chance to say it before, but... I've been thinking about you since then..."

Her confession sent a jolt through the male cat's body, his eyes wide in awe, and his heart beating like crazy.

This playdate had taken a turn, and he wasn't sure if it was more or less comfortable than it was just a minute ago.

"R- Really...?" He asked her, not sure how else to respond. "L- Like... What?"

He could see the redness on her face growing as she answered him, which only made her look even cuter.

"Like your..." Came the continuation, along with another stroke of her fingers along his hand. "Little prince~"

That confirmed his fears, about what she was talking about. His most private region.

A part of him that Georgette always told him that he should never let anyone see, except for very specific circumstances. Yet he had shown it to her twice already, so it wasn't much of a surprise that she didn't let those memories go so easily.

The truth was, ever since the pool incident, he had been having similar kinds of thoughts about her. Besides how gorgeous her face was, and how smooth & silky her fur felt, he had been having thoughts about the way her nude frame looked. 

He didn't have much of an eye for art, he could admit, but he knew that Marie was truly a masterpiece, if ever there was one in a living creature.

"R- Really?" He asked again, his heart fluttering in his chest in bees in a busy hive.

Marie seemed to be enjoying his reaction, and her next move would testify that very well.

Closing her eyes, the kitten leaned her head in to his, and pressed her lips against his, giving him a tender kiss.

The sudden action sent Oliver's heart into overdrive, his whole body shaking like a leaf in a windstorm in autumn.

Naturally, she held the power in this moment, so she opted to keep the kiss going, enjoying it for as long as she could. 

After a moment or so, she pulled her lips away from his, keeping a loving smile on her face to contrast with the stunned look on his.

"You're MY prince~" She softly told him, placing a hand on his cheek.

Her words had struck a chord in his heart, and the male cat's eyes softened as his lips curved into a warm smile, gazing back at her.

"I- I..." He tried to reply, finding it difficult to get his words out, even though his mind was screaming the words. "T- Thank you, M- Marie..."

The female feline simply giggled, batting her eyelids at him.

"May I..." She continued, leaning her head a little closer. "See it again~?"

Her request might've made Oliver feel even more anxious about this situation, but that didn't appear to be possible at this point.

Instead, he stayed silent for a moment, before he reached down to his pants and began slowly pulling them down.

Though he halted himself when an idea came across his mind.

"O- Only if... Y- You let m- me see y- you n- na- naked, t- too..."

His shy stammering, coupled with the proposition he had presented, only made the girl giggle a little more, though she had a feeling he wasn't joking.

"Okay~" She answered him, before she lifted her hands to the buttons of her dress. "I will if you will~"

The confirmation was all that he needed to hear, and his hands returned to his pants, pulling them down & revealing his "little prince" to her.

Marie's smile widened when she saw the cat's penis again, now that it was on display, and could swear it had gotten a little bigger than the last time.

She could feel her heart beating faster at the sight, and a heat forming within her.

"How romantic~" She whispered to herself, her mind filling with more lustful ideas.

But being a lady, she had to keep her word, and he had done his part. It was her turn now, so she proceeded to loosen the bow around her dress & make it come loose loose, sliding it down her form.

It had a similar effect on the young cat; his breath quickened and his member hardened.

Marie's dress slipped off her body and pooled around her feet, revealing her panties, which helped with her adorable image.

It seemed like the young lady and her family were settling in to the modern world, if her choice in undergarments were anything to go by. Instead of the outdated, fancy lace-trimmed things she usually wore, she was wearing a regular pair of panties; light pink with a rainbow running across the side, and the word "Princess" written just below the waistband.

Oliver blushed even more at the sight, not catching on the irony of the title imprinted on the underwear, and his hands began to sweat.

"W- Wow..." He shyly stammered, admiring her lovely figure. "Y- You're b- be- beautiful, M- Marie..."

His comment made the girl's eyes flutter, taking it to heart.

"Thank you, Oliver~" She responded, placing a hand on his chest. "Shall we take the rest off~?"

He didn't need to answer with words, when actions would do.

He reached up and removed his shirt, throwing it down to the floor beside the couch, revealing his soft, bare torso.

"Ooooh~" Marie cooed, her smile widening as she began sliding her panties off.

If Oliver's heart could beat any louder, it was hard to tell by now.

"Wow..." Was all he could whisper, his mouth hanging open slightly.

Even having seen it before, he was still completely mesmerized by her natural beauty.

"You're so beautiful..."

The young feline's blush deepened at his remark, and she couldn't help the smile widening on her face.

"Thank you, Oliver~" She responded, leaning closer to him and leaning in for another kiss.

This time, he was more excited than startled, so he leaned in and returned it as best he could.

Her lips tasted so sweet, like strawberries, and he wished they could stay this way forever. Nothing else in the world mattered to him, right now.

That was more than could be said for Marie; as nice as it was to embrace her prince in the nude, she wished for more than that.

Not just for herself, to satisfy these strange feelings building up inside her after seeing him like this. No, she wanted to reward him, for being... Him.

So, as she was pulling away from the kiss, her hands gently laid themselves on his shoulders, and slowly pushed him down onto his back.

Oliver was startled at first, but when his head rested on the cushion, his vision was filled with his beautiful lady, and his eyes softened once more.

She climbed on top of him, smiling down at him as she glided her hands down his arms to take his own.

"I'd like to try something, Oliver~" She sweetly stated, lifting herself up a little. "I hope you'll like it~"

He didn't know what she was planning, but his trust for her was unwavering.

"O- Okay, Marie~" He told her, gripping her hands gently.

His answer was good enough for her, as she brought her hips up and moved back to line her private region up with the tip of his shaft.

And once it was in place, she began lowering herself down, letting the latter poke against her slit.

It was a weird sensation, at first, but it wasn't too uncomfortable, so she didn't let herself hesitate.

"H- Here it comes..." She announced with a hint of nerves in her voice, bracing herself for how this was going to feel.

She wasn't the only one; the orange kitty needed to take a breath in anticipation.

After the female feline took a breath, she relaxed her lower muscles and pushed herself down, allowing his cock to enter her vagina's insides.

They both felt something as his tip poked inside her; a jolt of something they couldn't describe, and a feeling of warmth inside her.

But while it didn't hurt, it was still a very weird feeling for both of them. It felt unnatural, and yet completely instinctive at the same time.

"A- Aaaahhhh!" They both moaned in unison, not sure if this was the pleasure they were hoping for.

Still, Marie didn't let that stop her; she slowly pushed herself upwards, before dropping down onto the shaft and letting them experince his cock entering her pussy again.

It was a bit easier this time, though not by much.

Oliver's face had scrunched up, his toes curled and his nails dug into the cushion of the couch.

"M- Marie..." He stammered, his voice filled with a bit of unease at the weird feeling.

"Ol- Oliver..." She groaned, a light whimper escaping her.

Neither of them was sure about how to feel about this, and they had the feeling that this was going to take some getting used to. But they also didn't want to stop now, after they had come this far.

So the girl kept bouncing her body, as weird as it felt, taking his shaft inside her.

And though it was slow going, after a little bit, the pair started to get the hang of this "grown-up" thing, and the weird feeling began to fade, being replaced by a much better sensation.

Oliver tried to help her by bucking his own hips, though his rhythm didn't much match her own.

But despite the lack of synergy between them, the kittens kept going with the intercourse, letting themselves enjoy this new experience.

Marie could feel a weird pressure inside her, a little lower than her belly button. And it was building up quickly.

"O- Oliver...!" She called out, a little bit more of a moan in her voice. "I- I... F- Feel weird...!"

She wasn't alone; the other young cat was experiencing a similar sensation.

"M- Me too, Marie...!" He groaned, his body tensing up. "I- It f- feels... So g- good...!"

Hearing those words from him was the final push that the girl needed, and her vaginal walls clenched around his cock in a sign of submission to the pleasure.

"O- OLIVER!" She yelled out, her body quivering as her climax arrived at last.

The tightening of her pussy walls sent the male cat over the edge as well, firing a load of spunk up inside her cunt & coating her insides.

"M- MARIE!" He cried, his body shuddering under her.

Even if they had no idea what to expect from this, it was everything they had hoped it would be. This feeling of ecstasy flowing through their bodies was beyond compare to most things they knew. Their kiss was a close second, but this blew that feeling out of the water.

The two cats panted and heaved, their bodies relaxing and their minds clearing up.

Once she pulled herself off his limping shaft, Marie slumped over and rested herself on her lover, resting her head atop his chest as she caught her breath.

"Haaa... Haaaah..." She exhaled, a bright smile on her face.

Oliver had the same look of euphoria, his weak arms wrapping around her form & holding her close.

"H- Haaaaahhh..." He exhaled, his heart fluttering.

"Th... That was... Incredible~" She breathed out, her fingers tracing his fur. "T... Thank you... Oliver~"

The remarks made him feel even better, and his cheeks burned a bright shade of red.

"Y- You're...Welcome... Marie~" He replied, nuzzling his head against her's. "I... I love-"

Knock knock

The sudden noise made their hearts skip a beat, turning their heads to the door of their little hideaway.

"Greetings from the land of Foxworth~" Georgette announced from the other side in a playful tone. "I've an urgent message for the king & queen of Lovebird Island~"

The kittens looked at one another in search of an answer for this sudden intrusion, both of them wordlessly hoping to whatever deity was watching from above that she didn't open the door.

"Uh, w- we- we're here, G- Georgette!" Oliver announced, scrambling with whatever energy he could muster to get his friend off him and pull his pants back up. "W- What i- is it?"

Marie did the same, pulling her underwear back up her legs and sorting her dress out, before quickly trying to get her fur neat.

"Come back inside; it's going to rain in a moment." Came the reply from the other side, followed by the sound of ehr walking away. "And it's time for your showers."

Once they were sure she was gone, the two of them let out a sigh of relief and looked at one another with matching expressions of embarrassment.

Now that the fear of the thrill had worn off, it turned to a fond memory for the kittens, glad that they hadn't been caught.

***

"Got your pyjamas, sweetheart?" Georgette asked their guest sweetly, standing besides the bathroom door as the latter was finishing getting ready for the night.

"Yes, Miss Georgette." Came the reply, maintaining her air of manners & sophistication.

The poodle smiled at the expected elegance she was shown, looking over at Oliver as he joined them.

"You remember how the shower works?" He asked his friend, trying not to make it sound awkward.

"Yes, thank you, Oliver." The young feline responded, before glancing back at the other cat. "You don't have to worry about me anymore."

Hearing her words made the young lad smile, glad that she wouldn't have any more unpleasant surprises, unlike last time.

With that, Marie entered the bathroom with her nightwear & towel in hand, locking it behind her to give herself some privacy.

Oliver continued to smile even as his guest was out of sight, though that was about to change as soon as he turned his head.

Looking up at his mother figure, the kitten suddenly felt concerned when he saw her face had changed from a polite expression to a disappointed glare.

Her arms were crossed beneath her magnificent chest and her eyes looked down at his with furrowed brows.

"Uh..." The cat boy stuttered, not sure if he had said something to offend her. "D- Did I d- do something wr- wrong...?"

Georgette stared at him for a moment longer, her stern gaze never leaving his worried face.

It was never a good sign to see her like this, and he couldn't remember the last time she seemed as-

"I saw."

With those words, Oliver felt his world fall out from beneath him; he knew exactly what she meant by that.

"M- Mom... I- I- It's not..." He tried to explain himself, but struggled to form words to defend himself. "I- I didn't... She w- wasn't... T- Th- There's-"

"Do I even need to say I'm disappointed?" She asked, not changing her gaze or tone.

The cat's heart shattered upon hearing her question, his face dropping to a sorrowful expression.

"I... I'm sorry, mom..." He apologised, his voice barely above a whisper.

"It's not me you should be apologising to." She went on, unfolding her arms and walking up to him, standing in front of him. "I know it was your first time, but that? That's no way to treat a lady in coitous."

The young cat looked up at her, his face looking more confused than ashamed.

"Wh... Wha-" He asked, before she continued.

"Oliver, if she's going to be your lady, you need to treat her as one." She told him, placing her hands on his shoulders. "Even in bed."

Hearing those words from his mother figure, his face changed back to being embarrassed, along with a hint of surprise.

"B- But I-" He stammered, his heart fluttering. "We're not-"

"You might not have asked her yet..." The canine cut him off. "But I'm fairly certain that I'll be watching you two at the altar in just a few years."

His face was a shade of scarlet that would make a rose look bland, though he wouldn't have time to express that.

Suddenly, his mom's hand moved down to grab his, leading him away from the bathroom.

"My room." She ordered, taking him to said destination. "Let me show you how to do it right. Clearly, I need to remind you how to be a gentleman."

Oliver could've protested, but the tone in her voice told him not to argue with her, so he went along.

Whatever she was planning to do with him, it must've been better than getting grounded.

***

The following morning came around much slower for Oliver than it did for Georgette or Marie. The crash course in "proper love-making" from his poodle mommy was the only thing he could think of, beside the preceding fun he had with Marie that led to it in the first place.

It was a task for him to try and appear normal to his friend afterwards, and he could only hope she didn't suspect anything.

Either way, he was too anxious to do anything else with her like that last night afterwards, for fear that Georgette may have been watching or listening again.

Instead, when morning rolled around, he took the beautiful girl out with him back to their castle for more playtime.

Unbeknownst to them, history was about to repeat itself.

After arising from her beauty sleep, getting dressed & making herself presentable for the day, the canine stepped outside to her balcony, humming a tune that might've sounded like she'd be singing about how perfect she is.

The birds appeared to be singing along with her, basking in her beauty and elegance.

But the lovely lady wasn't paying much attention to the fresh air or nature surrounding her; instead, her eyes focused on the little castle, and from the silence of the lazy morning, could pick up on some sounds coming rom within.

Her lips curved into a warm smile, having an idea of what the pair were up to.

"Alright, Oliver..." She whispered to herself, sliding a hand down from the ledge to her crotch. "Let's see if you've been paying attention~"

Knowing that her son would be too distracted with his little friend to be alerted, the poodle began creeping her way over to the castle.

As soon as she was right outside of it, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties, teasing her privates as she listened on to what they were up to.

"Oh, Captain Oliver, my handsome savior~" She heard Marie's adorable voice call out, sounding oblivious to the fact that she was being eavesdropped on. "You were so brave, saving me from those nasty pirates~ How ever can this mermaid repay you~?"

Their little game made the dog's heart melt, as she pulled her underwear down her thighs.

"W- Why, m- my love..." She could hear her son's voice responding, trying to sound as rugged as he could to fit the role. "S- Such a beautiful creature h- has nay a r- reason to repay me..."

She couldn't help the small giggle escaping her, hearing him attempt to speak like a pirate.

"Nonsense, my hero~" The cat replied, sounding a lot more into the role than him. "Please, allow me to bestow a kiss of gratitude~"

With the way things were going, the dog figured it was a good time to peek in. So, carefully, she peered er head into the window for a good view, and her assumptions were confirmed.

The youngsters were donned in their pirate & mermaid costumes, with the female cat laid out on her back and the male one leaning over him, slowly leaning down towards her.

She was at least pleased to see that he was cupping her cheek to better angle her lips, just as she taught him, but she could also see that he was a bit hesitant to take the lead.

Marie was the one to push herself up, connecting her lips with his, and pulling him closer.

"Hmmm..." She murmured at a low volume, rubbing her fingers against her cookie's plump lips. "Needs to work some more on his confidence..."

As their lips were pressed together, the male cat's hand wandered down from her cheek to her clam-covered chest, sliding his fingertips down the plastic brassiere.

Just as Georgette taught him, he tried to gently massage her yet-to-develop breasts while continuing the kiss.

"That's a good start..." The poodle quietly thought, a smile returning to her face as she dipped her fingers between her lips and began playing with her clitoris. "Mmmm... Needs some work, though..."

Marie seemed to be enjoying the action, liking to see that he was getting bolder than yesterday, but Oliver could've been doing better, if his mother was to judge... Which she was.

She knew he didn't have much experience in romance or sex, but she was an expert in this field of "entertainment", so she hoped her teachings would've taken immediate effect.

Still, seeing them starting to get more involved was doing something for her, and she began massaging her vagina in tandem with their kiss.

Her own moan escaped her mouth, though she covered it in time to keep herself concealed, while the children continued their playtime.

Once their kiss broke off, Marie stared into Oliver's eyes with her own, her hand gliding down his front and finding its way to his pants, where her fingers tugged on the elastic waistband.

"Captain..." She breathed, a sweet, sultry look on her face. "Your sword is so mighty~"

Oliver blushed deeply at her compliment, looking into her eyes and deciding to return the favor.

Taking a step back, the orange kitty moved his shaky hands to the velcro straps on her fish tail.

"Th- Thank you, m- my lady..." He thanked her, loosening the fake covering and pulling it down her legs. "Y- Your scales are a- absolutely b- beautiful~"

"I'm sure my undies are cuter~" Marie teased, breaking character for a moment & enjoying his flustered reaction.

Her comment was enough to make the poor boy's face burn bright red, and he needed a moment to recollect himself.

But once he was ready, he resumed removing the bottom half of her costume, getting a look at what her undergarments had in store for him today.

Like last time, he was in awe at her cute attire; a light blue pair of panties, decorated with small shells, fish and bubbles, adding to her make-believe character in advance.

"W- Wow..." Was all the cat could muster, feeling himself harden at the sight.

Marie giggled at the way he was looking at her knickers, though she was the only one.

Georgette had to let out a disappointed sigh, seeing how he was acting.

"You're not supposed to gawk at them..." She mumbled, stopping her own pleasure to focus more on the scene before her. "Be more assertive, like a proper gentleman..."

She wasn't too pleased with his next action, either.

Once he had her tail out of the way, Oliver slipped his fingers into the leg holes of her panties and began tugging them down her legs.

But once he had an opening, his head leaned down to her exposed crotch and he made an unexpected move; his nostrils flared as he took a sniff of her vagina.

"Mmmmm~" He hummed, inhaling her natural aroma. "M- Marie... You s- smell so n- nice~"

It was a pleasant compliment, and one Marie was clearly flattered by, despite how unexpected it was.

But again, Georgette wasn't happy with it.

"Subtly, I said!" She whispered angrily, her teeth gritting. "Alright, that's it. Time to intervene..."

With her decision made, the dog moved over to the door of the oversized playhouse.

"Oh, my captain~" The young lady cooed, leaning up to sit properly. "You're so bold~ I hope my-"

BANG BANG BANG

Her sentence was cut short by the sudden pounding on the door, making the kittens freeze in fear.

"M- Mom...?" Oliver called out, a look of worry crossing his face.

"Both of you. Out. Now."

The order was clear and stern, with no room for negotiation.

And the pair were smart enough to obey her.

Pulling their costumes back on, the two cats opened the door and were met by Georgette, a serious expression on her face.

Her gaze was primarily on Oliver, of course, though she made sure not to ignore his friend.

"M- Mo- Mom, we- we were j- just-"

"Quiet." She snapped, interrupting his excuse.

It wasn't often that she gave her adopted child this tone, but when she did, he knew to keep his mouth shut.

Marie shared his ashamed expression, looking at her feet.

"I'll deal with you two inside." She said, pointing her thumb at the house, sounding like her word was final.

***

Neither of the kittens said anything the entire time they were dragged inside, but they didn't need to.

Their silence was their way of showing guilt, and they had a feeling their punishment wasn't going to be pretty.

The trip upstairs was a silent one, save for the sound of the canine's high heels clacking against the marble floor, echoing through the hallway and adding to the tense atmosphere.

She brought them both into her room, shutting the door behind her and standing in front of them, crossing her arms and looking down at them like a stern mother... Which she was.

Every second lasted a minute for them, waiting in dread for whatever fate awaited them.

Finally, the poodle addressed them.

"Strip."

Those two words were enough to make the kittens look up at the poodle, seeming as surprised as they were worried.

"Wh- What...?" Oliver stuttered, looking at his mother figure.

"Your clothes." Georgette clarified, her stern tone unchanged. "You were so eager to do it 2 minutes ago, so do it now."

Hearing the order made the cats look at one another & blush in embarrassment, but not daring to disobey her.

So they both reached for their clothes and began removing their costumes, slipping them off their bodies.

Oliver's pirate shirt was loosened & thrown to the floor, as was Marie's clam bra, making a noise as the hard plastic clanged against the solid surface.

They would've been excited to see one another like this, if they hadn't been so afraid in this moment.

Once their top halves were exposed, they reached for their respective bottoms; he undid his belt and she undid the straps on her fish tail, letting both their bottomwear drop to their ankles.

Now both kittens were in only their underwear, and kept their eyes locked on the poodle's feet, too afraid to look her in the eye.

Or see what she was doing.

Suddenly, her feet were accompanied by some large quantity of silky material... Exactly like the dress she was just-

"Good..."

Their eyes were forced to look up, and were suddenly met by the sight of the older canine, having stripped herself as much as they had done.

To their amazement, Georgette had taken her own dress off and was standing in her undergarments as well.

Her titanic mammeries were being tightly hugged by her fancy cream bra, looking like it was something only a model of her calibre would be suited for.

But what made them stare was her choice in panties.

While her bra was still covering her breasts, the garment that held her wide hips was a completely different story:

A thong.

Oliver & Marie's jaws dropped when they saw her in her skimpy lingerie, looking as stunning as she always did.

"Mom...?" The formre squeaked, feeling his jaw drop.

Though her reaction wasn't any more expected than her previous action.

"Oliver..." She sighed, sounding disappointed. "This is what I'm concerned about. The way you look at ladies' bodies. It's not at all what I taught you."

The two felines felt their hearts drop, knowing that their actions had not gone unnoticed, and they were about to be punished accordingly.

"So..." The poodle went on, moving her hands behind her back to where the straps on her bra met. "I'm going to have to use a more practical approach."

And, after undoing the clasps of her bra, she let the garment fall away, exposing her bare breasts.

"W- Wooooooowwwwww..." Oliver moaned in utter amazement, his eyes widening at the sight of her massive tits.

The kitty's penis hardened, and his mouth watered at the sight of her perfect breasts.

Marie knew she should've been offended by the sight of her lover being smitten by another girl, but honestly, she couldn't blame him. The poodle's body was beyond compare; even her own mother's body couldn't hold a handle to her's.

The female feline also felt the familiar warmth between her legs, and a dampness in her knickers.

"M- Miss Georgette... Y- You're s- so b- beautiful..." She whimpered, unable to stop herself from admiring the older canine's gorgeous form.

"Thank you, dear." Georgette responded, taking the compliment with grace. "Now come on, take your underwear off, too. I'll remove mine when you do."

Neithe rof them had an objection to her order, and they immediately complied, sliding their hands into their underwear and tugging it down their legs.

Immediately, her eyes fell on Oliver's hard-on and Marie's soaked cunny, which only added to the dog's plan.

"Good." She praised, making them smile.

Now, the two kittens watched as she hooked her thumbs into the thin strap of her thong, and slid it down her thighs, letting her perfect snatch be seen in all its glory.

Her son & her guest were completely spellbound by the sight of her bare body, heightening their arousal even more than they felt for each other.

"Now..." She continued, a stern look on her face. "We can get to work. First thing, show me how you two kiss."

Her command took the kittens by surprise, though the girl lost her sense of jealousy, with the notion that she would get to embrace her prince again.

They nodded silently and obeyed her, with Marie taking the lead in pressing her lips to Oliver's, and the male cat returning the gesture.

Georgette watched the scene intently, her eyes fixed on them and analysing their embrace.

She seemed to have an expert knowledge on the topic, seeing the flaws in their technique and how best to correct them.

"You're not being assertive enough." She commented, pointing a finger at Oliver. "Use your tongue as well as your lips."

She was glad to see that the orange cat followed her instructions, slipping his tongue past the young lady's lips.

"Mmm~" Marie moaned, liking how this felt.

"Better. Now, hold your lover closely but not roughly."

Oliver followed this order too, gliding his hands around her waist and gently pulling her against him.

"Excellent." The poodle praised, a hint of a smile on her face. "You as well, Marie. Lean in to your partner more, don't be nervous."

The female cat didn't respond verbally, though she did put her arms around his neck and leaned into him, closing the gap between them.

"Perfect. Now, let's get to the more advanced stuff."

***

"Aaaahhhh! Ohhhhhhhh! Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh!"

"Mmmmmmffff! Ahhhhhhhhh! Aaaarrrggghhhh!"

The next 20-30 minutes were a crash course on sexual education for the kittens, under the expert guidance of the lovely canine, and it seemed like the two students were acing everything she had assigned to them.

Their nerves were replaced with an even stronger passion for each other, and it showed in their performance.

After mastering the art of kissing, the cats were allowed to move on to "the more advanced stuff", which is what led them to their current position.

In contrast to how they went about it last night, this time Oliver was above his little lady, on his hands & knees and ramming himself in & out of her tight little snatch.

Marie was just laying on her back, allowing her man to do the majority of the work, her hands caressing his bare shoulders.

And Georgette was watching from the other sid eof the bed, playing with her vagina to the sight of the two lovers.

"There you go, Oliver~" The poodle encouraged, rubbing her cunt with a satisfied gaze. "Steady rhythm, in and out~ Just like that~"

She was more than happy to see him taking the initiative this time.

The orange kitten didn't say anything, too focused on pleasuring his beloved, while the pair were moaning like crazy.

Hearing their cries of ecstasy only made their teacher even more wet, and her fingers picked up the pace.

"Oooohhhh... Yes, my handsome boy, yes~" She moaned, her eyes never leaving their rutting forms. "So rugged, so manly~"

She knew there was nothing wrong with letting a little pride slip in every once in a while. It wasn't like these two were gonna ay anything about it, or anyone would believe them anyway.

"M- Marie...!" Oliver called out to his lover, his eyes softening. "I... I'm g- gonna...!"

The girl seemed to react the same way, her own eyes mirroring his.

"I- I am t- too, Oliver!" She cried, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I l- love y- you...!"

Hearing those words triggered a sense of euphoria within the young male, causing him to pick up the pace to please her, and a smile came across his face.

"I... I love you, t- too, M- Marie!" He responded, his hips working overtime.

"Go on, Oliver!" Georgette told him, feeling her climax approaching as well. "Finish inside her~ Let her feel your love~!"

Hearing those words, along with her moans, was enough to bring them over the edge.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!"

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Ooooooooohhhhhhhh, yessssss~!"

All three of them moaned as they reached their climax, their juices squirting all over the place.

Oliver fired his hot spunk into his lover's erupting pussy, while the poodle's fluids coated her fingers, bringing about a satisfying ending for the three of them.

Their climaxes lasted a little while, especially in the kittens' case, before they were left panting & breathing heavily.

Marie had a bright, loving smile on her face, staring into the eyes of her lover, and Oliver stared back at her.

His shaky arms had some difficulty in supporting him, and eventually he was forced to slump down onto his lover, who wrapped her arms around his chest.

"W- Wow..." He breathed, trying to catch his breath. "M... Marie... You... You were-"

He was suddenly cut off when he felt his lips meeting Marie's again, in a tender, passionate kiss.

Her tongue slipped past his lips and began playing with his, causing a moan to escape him.

Seeing their cute scene, the poodle smiled & stood up, approaching the pair and sitting beside them.

"Well done, you two~" She said, leaning in to give her son a kiss on the head. "You're true lovers, now."

Hearing her words, the kittens couldn't help the smile coming to their faces once the kiss broke.

"Th- Thank you, m- mom." Oliver said, glancing at the poodle.

"You're welcome, my darling~" Georgette responded, reaching up to caress his head. "But just because you're ready to be lovers doesn't mean you're ready to be parents. These kinds of activities aren't something to take lightly, so I want you two to promise me you'll be steady in your relationship. I'll guide you both every step of the way."

Both youngsters blushed deeply, knowing exactly what she was implying.

"W- We will, mom..." He answered her, nuzzling his cheek against hers.

"I promise... Miss Georgette." The female feline agreed, doing the same to his other cheek as she purred.

It warmed the older canine's heart to see them bonding like this, and her smile widened.

"You're welcome, my darlings~" She whispered, giving them both a kiss. "Now, rest up, and we'll start your next lesson~"

***

Ever since that wonderful weekend, Georgette had seen her son and his lover blossom into a real gentleman & lady, always acting respectful and proper.

Their playtimes always fun and loving throughout their kittenhoods, and they always seemed happy with one another.

And now, the poodle was looking at them with a proud gaze, eyeing the round bulb sticking out of Marie's belly; the symbol & reminder of her future grandchildren, who she would be able to meet in just a few more weeks.

Her smile widened, knowing that her little boy was going to become a father, and a good one, she was sure. It was hard not to tear up at the thought of her baby growing up so much.

She could only hope that his children would be as cute as him... And that he wouldn't let them hang around with their "uncles" from the boathouse too often.

But that didn't matter. She was just happy for her baby boy & his wife.