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Like every morning since the apocalypse began, I woke up to an unfamiliar ceiling, in a house or building I didn't own. One such morning, I woke up on the second story suite of an abandoned hotel, my face buried in a burly black cat's chest that rose and fell, two other identical cats lying next to us with their arms blissfully wrapped around our midriffs. The smell of dried cum, dried sweat, and musky scents mixed together, inhaling into our noses.

Despite being the first to wake up, I dared not move a muscle. Not only due to the combined weight of two out of three muscular cats encompassing me, but because I felt so damn comfortable. Their soft breathing and relaxed purrs lulled me to sleep once, twice, thrice, and eventually a fourth time until I could see sunlight peeking through the closed window blinds.

By then, Cliff was the first to stir from his slumber, followed by Ambrose and finally Blaine. All of us struggled to sit up due to the soreness in our bones. Luckily, the prospect of having a hot shower (and possibly more, hehe) motivated us.

For the rest of the early morning, we prepared to leave. The realities of being in a hostile environment set right back in for me, seemingly affecting the triplets as well. Granted, they were each quick to plant a kiss on my cheeks whenever they could, making me blush and causing them to giggle for my reactions, but it didn't take much for us all to remember that the world outside the abandoned hotel wasn't as safe. It wasn't easy to ignore the resounding silence outside or the water damage in the corner of the room. It felt strange, falling asleep the previous night and forgetting that we lived in a post-apocalyptic landscape filled with severe weather.

After waking up with dried sweat and crusty cum all over us, Ambrose replaced the bedsheets and had all four of us take shared showers. No frisky sex allowed though, according to him. A strong suggestion, more likely. However, that didn't stop me and Cliff from groping each other a few times as we shared a shower stall in the opposite suite bathroom.

There I was, half-awkwardly yet eagerly letting Cliff wash my back for me when the youngest cat triplet decided to press his chest to my back and mouthed my neck. Even tweaked a nipple and cupped my balls to surprise me.

Pressing one paw to the tiled wall and using the other to reach down for his, I felt myself grow instantly hard. “Ahh!" I let out a Doberman's lustful growl, huffing. “Wha-What're you—"

“Mmm, want me to stop?" he asked between firm strokes of my shaft.

“Nmfh, n-never," I replied the moment he asked that question. “D-Don't stop—Oh, fuck, just like that, Cliff!"

His fingers were rapid compared to the previous night. They didn't tease or prolong my pleasure, instead jogging me straight there. They wanted my dogcock to feel how experienced in sex they truly were and succeeded.

Hot blood surged into my cheeks and folded ears. My tail tapped incessantly against his stomach. His cock brushed itself along the cleft of my ass, barbed tip kissing my taint and loud purrs vibrating into my trembling shoulders as water cascaded around us. Turning around to lick his jugular and then kiss it repeatedly when he arched his head back, fingers still stroking the entirety of my length, Cliff purred even louder. He went on and on until it echoed louder than the safe house's hissing water pressure. Then, we started sharing deep, intense kisses that only broke when I felt him ejaculate into a shuddering mess, leaning against me while staining my inner thighs. Seconds later, and I leaned against Cliff too, almost blacking out midway through cumming all over the wall.

“Haha…wow…I hope it doesn't ruin the grout."

I let out a panting laugh. “Don't think we're the first or last."

“More people…go…through here?" I asked, trying to catch my breath.

“Sure do," he let out a satisfied purr. “Not only…me and Blaine…and Ambrose. Others from our settlement…pass by here…Allies too…"

My tongue lolled out at my last word. Giggling at the sight, Cliff lifted his paw covered in some of my semen, avoiding the showerhead's torrent of warm water as he licked it up. I blinked, only to chuckle as well. He looked like a feral cat enjoying some cream.

“Alright, as much as I enjoyed that too," he said, “we better get cleaned up."

I snarked, “Again."

***

We left Wausau a little over an hour later. We also spent twice as long navigating the roads and rough terrain up North. We'd placed the sheets in the dryer, content they'd be long finished by the time somebody returned to the safe house, gathered a gallon of gasoline to fill into the outfitted truck, then drove.

Even before the Blackout, there existed ghost towns aplenty. In some regions, the younger generation would leave a hamlet or small town in middle of nowhere to find greener pastures, often leaving the elderly as the only residents willing to stay. In some cases, it would only consist of a town hall that also served as either the fire department or the K-12 school in the county. By the time the aged residents all died out, nobody would want to stay behind to maintain the infrastructure, leaving nature to reclaim everything.

Driving in the backseat with Cliff, Ambrose in the passenger seat and Blaine volunteering to drive the rest of the way, I witnessed many of these towns. I wondered how many were filled with citizens unwilling to leave, pretending like the apocalypse never happened.

“We don't try to search for them, but they're there," Blaine told me at one point. “We already told you about the settlements we've encountered, but there's a lot of people up here who were already making do before the end. I think there's one old lady and her husband near our settlement, in a farmhouse they almost never leave."

Ambrose nodded. “Last I saw them was in Spring when Dad asked me to trade with them. Nice couple. Makes you wonder how they lived before the apocalypse."

“And nobody bothers them?" I perused.

“Nah, they keep low, and besides, there's not that many people up there."

“Ah," I exhaled, nodding.

Neglected highways transitioned into neglected roads, with quite a few fallen trees or branches to be moved or avoided. The asphalt became gravel at some point, until it felt like the forest itself was swallowing the truck's path. It wound back and forth through a maze until finally, we stopped in front of a giant metal gate, somewhere between ten and fifteen feet high, with barbed wiring and aged signs warning against trespassers.

Without a beat, Ambrose muttered into the radio, “S.C. Hub, this is Eldest Son. Do you copy? I'm at the main gate and need you to let us in."

Several seconds passed until a loud beep came from the gate, and it slid left to allow our truck entry. The gruff, deep voice I recognized from the previous day replied, “Welcome back, Son. Drop off the goods at the Hub, then send our…new friend upstairs. I'd like a word."

I gulped, and Ambrose ignored his brothers' chuckling to say, “Roger that. Over and out." The truck lurched forward past the closing gate and over a small hill. “Don't worry. He'll just ask you further questions. Just be honest and you'll have nothing to worry about."

Almost making a dry remark, my words fell silent when we rolled over the mound, and I gasped at the sight outside the window. Past a crescent-like clearing, I saw it. Ahead of us, nestled against a wide mountain and behind several imposing watch towers were dozens of closely built woodland cabins. Some were small, others as big as suburban homes, but almost all of them appeared to be built by paw. What captivated me the most though, as we drove past the watch towers (did Blaine wave to somebody?) was the fact I saw people. Several mammals such as canines, felines, a few ursine, and otters. All of them appeared healthy, dressed in clean clothing, and walked freely without caution in their stances. I could swear I even spotted what appeared to be a group of fox cubs peering out from a window. All of them waved at the driver, who casually parked it outside a row of garages with other outfitted trucks.

“Donovan," Blaine spoke up. “Welcome—"

“Welcome to our home," Cliff interrupted, giving a cheeky grin to his brother.

Ambrose chuckled, saying, “Welcome to the town of Second Chances."

The humid air struck like a tsunami wave as we stepped outside. It made my clothes cling to my body almost automatically, and I started panting. A quick glance at the triplets told me they'd felt it too. Without clouds, it felt like the Sun itself was weighing everyone down.

“Please tell me this place has air conditioning?" I dared ask.

“The Hub does!" Cliff mentioned.

I let out a thankful whine.

“Damn!" Ambrose stared up at the clear-blue sky. “Storm must be on its way."

I blocked the sunlight blinding my vision. “Tonight, or tomorrow?"

“Dunno," Blaine nodded. “Anyway, we better get you right to the Hub."

“Can't forget the cargo, bro!" Cliff chirped out.

The youngest triplet referred to the secured bins in the truck's tailgate. The triplets held a few games of rock-paper-scissors, it was decided Blaine would bring me to the 'Hub' to visit their father while Cliff and Ambrose dropped off the gathered supplies at the town's marketplace.

Besides me, Blaine also brought the cardboard box of sex toys and dirty magazines they'd pilfered from the adult store. As we walked down what appeared to be a long boulevard of cabins facing each other, I quickly noticed some eyes directed at us. No, at me. A few mammals passing by nodded to Blaine, even waving, but they immediately stared at me with suspicion.

“Don't worry about it," he told me. “Give them a day, and they'll all warm up to you."

“I guess." My shoulders gave a shrug. Then, a stray thought turned into a curious question. “So do they all like…know about you and your brothers?"

“Pretty much." Blaine gave a shrug, using it to get a better grip on the box he carried. “So long as we don't do PDA or make anyone uncomfortable with the details, nobody cares. Hell, I can name a few other residents that toe the line with taboo too, hehe."

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Really?"

Giving a wry grin, he murmured, “Without naming names, Second Chances has a pair of cat triplets who occasionally diddle their dad, and also a brother bear and sister bear who are on and off whenever they're not fighting like regular siblings, a pair of kissing deer cousins, and a coyote who likes to sleep with his uncle. They all keep to themselves about it though. One thing we all agreed on was not to inbreed."

Minutes later, we arrived at a larger three-story cabin that stretched to the size of half a football field. Inside an adjoined kitchen/living room area on the ground floor were occupied workstations in one corner, a massive map of Midwestern America with tacks on the wall, and a large desk with electronics in the other corner. Including an unoccupied chair with a large radio that played static at the moment.

“Welcome to the Hub. Think of it like Second Chances' town hall."

Blaine led me past a gathering of tables filled with mammals. A few stared at me or didn't care, while one or two jovially greeted Blaine, who continued guiding me to the back and up a wooden staircase to an upper loft.

Approaching a closed door, I knocked on the pane for the black cat.

“Dad?" he called out. “You in there?"

“Come on in, Cliff!" That same voice from the radio spoke up.

How can he tell it's Cliff and not the other two? I thought amusedly.

I followed the smiling triplet inside to find myself teleported into a relatively large office with a window looking out towards the surrounding buildings, watch towers, and the clearing beyond. Photos, maps, and shelves with hundreds of books lined the wall, while a simple desk rested in the center of the room.

A tall figure stood up from behind the desk, an older black cat wearing faded blue jeans and a black flannel shirt one size too big for him. At one point, he likely used to have a beer belly. The mustached, muscular feline stared at us with tired yet experienced and fatherly eyes. The gold in those handsome orbs surveying me, plus the graying black fur and white-haired jawline clearly made him Blaine and his brothers' father.

“Welcome back, Blaine! How did the trip go for you three?" he asked jovially. Those golden eyes settled on the box in his middle son's paws. “Whatcha got there?"

“Ambrose found some neato stuff at an adult store before we left Milwaukee," Blaine set the box on the desk.

His father let out a whistle at the contents when he opened it. “And this guy?" he referred to me with a curious smirk. “Was he in the store too? Did they start selling cute Doberman twinks before the apocalypse?"

The younger cat trilled, “Pff, I wish."

A scarlet blush raged across my cheeks. “No, sir," I replied meekly. “I…I was uh, looking around, and…well, stumbled actually, uh…I stumbled on the store, and found Blaine and Cliff uh—"

“He found me getting blown by Cliff while we kept watch," Blaine finished unabashedly. “That's when raiders suddenly started coming our way, and we decided to bring him with us out of the city. That's about it."

“At least you got out of there alive," he sighed. Turning again to me, the older black cat held out a friendly paw. “Zachary Sauveterre. Nice to meet ya, sonny."

I fought back another blush as I stepped forward to strongly shake back. “Donovan Miller, sir. Nice to meet you too."

“Blaine, can you do me a big favor and take these home into the bedroom, with our collection?" Mr. Sauveterre handed him the cardboard box. “Except for the coyote dildo in its packaging. Might be a good idea to put it on the adult market."

“Aww, but what if me or Cliff—"

“You already have me and your brothers," the elder feline rolled his eyes. “Tell you what? If it's not bought or bartered in two weeks, it's all yours."

“Fine, Dad." Blaine conceded.

Stepping around the desk, I watched Mr. Sauveterre give a fatherly chuckle before pecking his son on the lips, then held the door open for him. Not before patting his ass out too. Seeing the display caused an instant boner to pop in my jeans.

“See you at dinner, Blaine! Love you."

“Love ya too, Dad!"

Mr. Sauveterre closed the door shut in front of him, turning to me. His smile turned neutral. “Now then, tell me all about yourself, Donovan Miller."

His demeanor remained cordial, but the fire behind his eyes told me the older feline didn't want me to dance around his questions. He strode back to his desk, offered me to sit in the metal chair across from his desk. I did so, and he sternly followed suit, those golden eyes hardening as they narrowed on me, studied me.

For what felt like hours, he asked questions. I was fully aware lying at that point would result in nothing gained and went about detailing my life before and during the Collapse. So, I told him everything I wanted to know; how I grew up in the foster care system, being a juvenile delinquent since middle school, my final foster father and mother before it all went to Hell, and the events leading up to it. Including the attempted murder charges, my trial, the prison farm, then going out on my own when it became clear life wouldn't be returning to normal.

The entire time, my eyes drifted between my paws on my knees, my boner he likely noticed, and the keen interest behind the town leader's whiskers. His chiseled jawline would move whenever he asked an occasional question, then rest atop his fingers as he listened. I was drawn into his stares several times during the questioning but didn't falter too badly. Or at the least, he didn't mention it. If anything, Mr. Sauveterre relaxed the further I went on.

By the time I finished recounting our arrival in Wausau, it wasn't long before Mr. Sauveterre decided to ask, “Did you sleep with my boys?"

My erection tenting in my pants said it all to him. I didn't expect to hear him laugh.

“How did you like it?"

Letting out a relieved exhale, I felt my lips curve. “Fantastic," I squeaked out, letting my embarrassment flow out like a relieving dam. “They were all…fantastic, sir. Ambrose, Blaine, Cliff…they were great. It was…my first foursome, and the best sex of my life!"

“Yeah, my boys are talented, alright." Mr. Sauveterre laughed. “Blaine and his brothers certainly like you. So far, I do too, and I think you'd make an excellent addition to our community."

My ears perked high to the ceiling. The moisture momentarily went dry in my throat.

“W-What?" I gasped. “But-But are you sure you're not p-put off by my—"

“Criminal past?" The older black cat finished the sentence for me, laughing. “Besides me, there's quite a few others in this town who've been to the slammer. Retail theft, D.U.I., drug possession, counterfeiting," he pointed his thumb to his chest, “and incest with three consenting adult relatives. You think you're the only person here that's got a criminal record? Or had one?"

I tried to shrug it off. “Y-Yeah, I guess, but what I did—"

“—was out of self-defense," he reminded me.

“Yeah." After a moment of silence, I softly asked, “Why are you doing this?"

“There's a reason I decided to call this place 'the town of Second Chances', kiddo," he said, standing up and offering me a sympathetic look. “We've all got our pasts from before the Collapse, and we've all felt oppressed or constrained by the old society. They thought people like me, my boys, and even you deserved to be punished, but no longer. Me? I think you're a good kid. You know how to scavenge and be resourceful. It's clear that you hated what you did. Which means you've got a good heart in you. Ambrose also vouched for you, and I won't repeat myself again: I would like for you to join our community, Donovan."

He held out his paw again.

“Welcome to Second Chances."

Without overthinking it, I shook it again. Squeezing around his feline fingers, feeling them calloused and yet firm as his thumb gently rubbed the back of my digits, my heart skipped a couple of beats and my tail wagged fiercely. My sheathed dick threatened to pitch another tent.

“Thank you, Mr. Sauveterre," I said.

“Please, let's not be formal. Call me Zachary. Everyone does."

I nodded excitedly. “Sure thing!"

***

With that, I was led back downstairs, and he started providing a tour of the town.

The architects of Second Chances certainly knew how to be self-sustaining. Between working solar panels (and water collectors) on the cabins, wind turbines in the crop fields, and a small hydroelectric dam built in a river on the opposite side of the mountain, the settlement possessed three different ways to create unlimited electrical power—enough to not only turns lights on, but charge electronics too. People could entertain themselves with movies again at the Mesh Hall on Saturday evenings. The Hub could actively communicate with residents who went out scavenging for needed or requested supplies. Meanwhile, livestock and fields on the eastern portion provided food, plus surplus for the harsher winters ahead.

Once again, people greeted Mr. Sauveterre—no, Zachary—with warm friendliness while giving me a skeptical eye. However, watching me start keeping up with their leader softened their glares. Hell, a few mammals introduced themselves and welcomed me to Second Chances before leaving to do their daily tasks. One older badger went so far as to hug me.

“What do you think?" Zachary asked at one point, motioning for me to follow him.

“This is all incredible, sir," I replied with full honesty. “How…How did you make all of this possible? You've got hundreds of mammals living like this for years?"

“Funny story, actually," the older black cat explained nostalgically. His thick mustache twitched beneath his whiskers. “My father, Sauveterre Sr., spent his entire childhood thinking the Soviets would nuke us any minute, actually helping my grandfather keep the family's old bunker stocked with fresh cans every year. My mother met Dad through the same survivalist and prepper circles and eventually had me after getting married. So did their friends too. They all settled down and had cubs but didn't stop believing the end would happen. So, one day, my parents and their group of friends decided to pool some of their savings together and bought the land we're standing on."

Eyes widening, I gazed at the ground, to the buildings and the mountain looming past the rooftops. As well as the trees past the circular clearing between us and the chain link fence.

“Our folks raised us to be preppers like them," Zachary continued. “Me and my friends would spend Spring Break, Summer Break, and sometimes Winter Break practicing life off the grid, but as our parents got older and some of us grew up, the trips almost stopped entirely. Dad inherited the land, which then passed down to me. A few of my friends didn't wanna follow in their parents' footsteps, but those who did joined me during summers. Me? I never did stop prepping, even after my wife died, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to keep this place ready when the end did finally arrive. Hell, I almost considered selling the land to pay for legal costs before it all didn't matter anymore."

“Legal costs?" I echoed his words. “You mean when they charged you with incest?"

Zachary's ears twitched and his hackles raised, but he relaxed. “Yeah, so they told you?" he asked, then nodded. “Well, thank God for timing, huh?"

“You can say that again," I laughed when he started laughing. “So how many people live here?"

“Including you?" he mused. “Four-hundred and twenty-two. Sixty families or so, if I remember correctly. Not everyone was part of the original group that joined me and my boys up North. We had to go dark during the first year after the Collapse, but over time, it got safer to let more and more mammals make Second Chances their home too."

“Including me?" I asked.

His fingers brushed against mine for a moment. Our eyes met and something clicked. I gulped down a nervous laugh, and suddenly felt like that mustached smile contained…lust?

“Including you," Zachary confirmed, then patted his stomach. “Anyway, I dunno about you, but I'm starved. Wanna join me and my boys for dinner at the Mesh Hall? It ain't too far."

My stomach growled in agreement. “I'd be honored."

The Mesh Hall happened to be an immense barn built in the center-back of the town, nearly built into the steep mountain. A flurry of conversations, scents, smell, and noise overwhelmed my senses at first, until Zachary helped guide me to a large table in the back. For that evening, they served hot bowls of rich vegetable soup, slices of warm bread, and even small helpings of freshly made vanilla ice cream from one of the settlement's cows. Never did I think I'd taste ice cream again.

Little by little, the other residents no longer looked at me with skepticism. In fact, a few residents came up to introduce themselves, ask about where I came from, and welcomed me to Second Chances. I had a few giving cursory glances at how closely I sat next to the triplets, but nobody brought it up. Then again, everyone was distracted by the wonderful food. Between devouring our bowls and having seconds when it was clear there would be leftovers, me and the triplets had fun talking about my future in town, and what I could do.

By the end of the meal, as day turned into night and people slowly trickled back to their cabins as everyone saw rainclouds gather overhead, Cliff volunteered to bring me to my new home; a 'studio cabin' built not too far from the Hub, and half an acre away from the Sauveterre family's home. As I set my backpack on the corner bed, Cliff made an…intriguing proposal.

“If it isn't too bad of weather, why don't you come on over to our place?" he trilled with a knowing grin. “Dad really liked talking to you, and he thinks you'd be interested in a sleep over. If you know what I mean, Donnie?"

I gulped, nodding as I felt electric excitement tingle up my spine.

“I believe I do."

He smiled behind those twitching whiskers. “Our place then, at nine."

Cliff retreated outside with a sway of his hips, and I glanced at a wall clock placed above the cabin's kitchenette sink. It was going to be a long hour and fifty-nine minutes.

***

The sunset turned into twilight, which then became nighttime. I decided to pass the time by reading some of the articles within my dirty magazines, using every ounce of willpower not to jerk off. Otherwise, it'd ruin the fun for later. I also willed myself not to fall asleep as I lay along the comfortable bed in the corner back wall of my new home.

Inside, the studio cabin had everything I could ever need, complete with a couple modernities as well as hand-carved furnishing; a twin-sized mattress on a metallic bed frame, with soft cotton pillows and a quilted wool blanket, a working electric lamp sitting atop a handmade dresser, a writing desk and chair that faced an adjacent window, as well as a tiny bathroom in the opposite corner, complete with a sink, bathtub, and working toilet. And lastly, a wood stove in the center of the room, with its thin, black chimney jutting through the arched ceiling like a support beam. I felt overwhelmed about unpacking the items from my backpack, feeling unsure of where to put them (in the end, I compromised by deciding to hide the magazines in the dresser's top drawer whenever I didn't need them).

Outside, it became quiet with time. One by one, families returned indoors, and individual residents gathered to begin night patrols. By the time my nightstand clock read that it was ten minutes until midnight, the only sounds that could be heard were distant cicadas, an occasional murmur of conversation, and rustling leaves mixed with a warm breeze. It wasn't until I began knocking on the Sauveterre family's front door that it began to rain though.

“Oh, there you are!" The front door cracked open to reveal Zachary's silhouetted frame, and he motioned me inside. “Come in, come in, sonny! You'll get soaked!"

“Thanks!" I said as he closed the door shut behind me, and my eyes began readjusting to the pitch-black darkness.

We were in a short foyer leading to a large kitchen connected to a well-furnished living room, a large window looking out into the blackness as rain tapped against the glass. It was very peaceful. From what I managed to see in the darkness, the Sauveterre family enjoyed rustic, vintage decor. Even though a few years of collapsed civilization had taken their toll on everyone on Earth, it didn't prevent Zachary from keeping his home neat and tidy.

“You doing okay?" he asked in a hushed, concerned voice that sent a warm shiver up my back. “You didn't have trouble finding this place, did ya?"

“Nah, not really. Cliff's directions helped!" I suddenly shivered after hanging my coat up on a nearby rack, per Zachary's guidance. “Brrr! A…A little cold. Very windy outside."

It seemed to pick up right outside the cabin's walls and could be heard along with the pelting rain. A howling reminder of Mother Nature's presence.

“Here," he offered, pulling me to his chest, “let me warm you up a little…"

It didn't occur to me until that very moment the older black cat was wearing nothing but a bathrobe. A loose-fitting bathrobe, no less. It smelled of his masculine scent and the fabric softly caressed my form as Zachary pulled me into a hug, and I could feel his muscles ripple beneath. I wasn't even that wet from the rain.

“Are you doing this just to grope me?" I jokingly asked, trying to suppress of moan and my fierce erection threatening to pop my jeans open.

“Hmm…" he mused while lifting his paws away and beginning to pull apart, “are you against it? Me being this close to you?"

I trembled delightedly at feeling his hot breath tickle my nostrils. A shiver in my voice and an immediate reaction from my cock, pulsing and pressing against his legs through the denim against his thighs, told him what he wanted to know, but he still waited. He wanted me to give clear consent, and I gladly did.

“No. No, it doesn't."

“And what I have with Ambrose, Blaine, and Cliff," he trailed off, “it doesn't bother you, does it? What I have, and if you wanna…experience it together?"

My next words required very little thought. “Not at fuckin' all, sir."

He let out a deep, purring chuckle. His left paw lowered itself to grasp my ass, his fingers caressing my wagging tail as he pulled us chest-to-chest, and his right paw held my chin. “Duly noted, kiddo. And I told you…call me Zachary."

I let out a needy but acknowledging whine. “Yes, Zachary…Yes…"

Gently, he guided my wet lips to his, and I blissfully moaned like a relapsed addict, cock leaking and toes curling tightly inside my heavy boots. I was in Heaven.

Zachary Sauveterre tasted like coffee and a whiff of tobacco. His powerfully potent saliva and wise lips drove me wild, especially when his mustache and whiskers tickled my muzzle. It felt like tasting alcohol for the first time. I could almost even taste the familiar aroma of one of the triplets. Knowing that he kissed his own sons and likely did more made my head spin. More likely than not from the lack of oxygen. Not that I complained. Neither did he.

The feline prepper released me, lips exhaling and I let out flustered breathing.

“You doing good, Donovan?"

“Y-Yeah…I'm great."

“Good, good."

One second became two and three before the fourth led to me diving back into Zachary's wet lips again. Reeling, I grabbed his solid arms for support as my limbs melted into aroused jelly. His thumb teased the base of my thrashing tail and held me up though, that feline tongue making a leisurely tour around my inner maw, tasting my saliva and molars and the roof of my maw all over. Limp at first, I let out a canine whine and then matched his enthusiasm.

I stepped out of my boots and started to unbuckle my belt. Zachary laughed and stopped me, then surprised me by lifting me bridal style with little effort. Our lips remained locked together as he carried me around the corner and toured a set of stairs leading to the second floor. The boards creaked under our combined weight but held firm somehow. Probably by design. During the entire trek up, I could feel something hard and warm and solid pressed against my backside, brushing at my tail and his groping paw.

Once again, I parted for oxygen, and leaned into his delicious neck to lick it. Zachary moaned at my attention yet didn't repent in carrying me upstairs, setting me down only when we came to an ajar door. Seeing that made me pause. Inside, I could hear loud purring and moaning.

All three Sauveterre brothers sat kneeling on a massive master bed. Three athletic, rugged, sweaty, blushing college-aged black cats exchanging handjobs and murmuring sweet nothings. Their golden eyes locked with mine, and likely their father's, as they gave lecherous smirks and stood up. Setting me down to my wobbly feet, his calloused paws caressing my sides, it wasn't long before all four felines immediately went to strip me down. In a sense of déjà vu, I was transported back to the previous night at the abandoned hotel, the Safehouse, where the triplets happily invited me into their forbidden love. Only now, another member joined in—their own father, who cupped my thighs and roughly licked at my neck, inhaling my scent and tickling my shoulders with his mustached whiskers.

“Mmm, what do we have here?" Cliff asked teasingly, kissing my shoulder and pecking his father on the lips. His fingers brushed my cock. “A delicious Doberman."

“A delectable Doberman," Ambrose agreed, kneeling down to kiss my stomach and nuzzle my navel.

“Mmmm." Blaine flanked my left side to fondle both my balls and his dad's backside. “Where did you find this cute Dobie, Daddy?"

“Outfront, in the rain." I felt Zachary's erection press against my tail, the older feline having already shed his bathrobe. “Do you think we should warm him up, boys?"

“Yes, Daddy," they chimed together.

Minutes later, we tumbled to the bed. Zachary relaxed against the headboard as me and his three sons writhed against him or each other, our limbs wildly moving around to fondle anything and everything we could touch in the candlelit master bedroom; my left fingers stroked Blaine's barbed dick as my right paw massaged Cliff's lubricated backside, his tail tickling my fingers there as he and I alternated between lapping each other and his father's meaty nipples, who in turn traded deep kisses with his other two boys. Blaine and Ambrose carefully hovered above us while grinding against us, their fingers squeezing a hip, a tail, a pair of balls or a cock unattended to. Sometimes a nipple as well. That certainly made me sing.

Like a starving man, I kissed, licked, moaned, muttered sweet everythings and nothings. At Cliff, his brothers behind us, his father, his fuzzy abs, his thick barbs on that monstrous cock, and his nipples as large as quarters.

And the purring? Whether they were making out with me, their velvety sandpaper tongues exploring my inner jaws or suckling on mine, or doing other sinful acts, nobody stopped purring. Not Ambrose, Blaine, Cliff, or Mr. Sauveterre himself. Three sets of beautiful male purring noises were already ungodly sexy, but four? My pent-up cock nearly shot off like a goddamn geyser before we got down to things!

We continued trading affection as they prepared me. With my sweaty back pressed to Zachary's bare chest, his barbed member rubbing against my outer thigh and my legs spread, the triplets helped get me ready. I wanted it, as much as they warned me. I wanted to feel their father inside me, and so did he. So, they got another bottle of lube from a nearby dresser and started spreading me open with their digits, sometimes sucking me off or leaving love bites everywhere but my knot. All four of the Sauveterre men liked pressing their whiskered muzzles to me, if not to silence my loud moans as they toyed around my sphincter, then to keep the neighbors from hearing.

“Just 'cause they don't judge doesn't mean they wanna hear us, Donovan," Cliff whispered to me, nuzzling my balls and then murmuring up and down my rigid shaft, “You're so hot, dude. Love your cock."

“He's ready, Daddy." Ambrose carefully pulled his three fingers from my anus, and I gasped into Blaine's mouth due to the emptiness. “Fuck him good, Dad. He feels great."

“Mmm, I can feel it," Zachary growled into my ear. “Since you've already been introduced to the ABCs, lemme teach you a different alphabet."

“Daaaaaad!" all three brothers groaned together.

I couldn't help but laugh, partially figuring out the joke but not the entire day of it. Later into my first week of living in Second Chances, I'd discover that the triplets had a nickname given to them by their father. A for Ambrose, B for Blaine, and C for Cliff, and all three young adult black cats (allegedly) hated it due to teasing they'd received during middle school. Even so, none ever confronted the man about it. Or complained too much in private, hehe.

“Ready to get fucked by a real daddy, kiddo?" Feverishly nodding without letting go of Blaine's locking lips, exhaling through my nostrils, I watched as the older cat chuckled. “Here I go. Remember the safe word."

Consent. The sexily chosen safe word for the evening was 'consent'. With mine clearly given, Zachary nibbled his fangs down on my right shoulder and thrust upward, impaling me in a single go. The sharp pain that caused me to loudly growl into the middle triplet's lips, which parted for air and waited for me to say the word.

“Keep going, keep going," I begged between teary eyes. My back pressed against his muscles stomach, to his abs and in his god-like arms. “God, I love…I love it—oooohmfh!"

Blaine reconnected our lips. Having reapplied some lube to Cliff earlier, who went from teasing my cock tip to deepthroating down to the hilt, Ambrose positioned himself behind his youngest twin brother and didn't waste time in pounding his identical ass. Which in turn caused Cliff to orally squeeze around my member. Their father's mighty fingers reached out to either skim my sides each time he humped another inch inside me—my trapped tail practically moving like a duster between his stomach and my lower back—or to give attention to his three sons. Pet one of Cliff's heated ears as his head bobbed up and down my dog cock. Caress behind one of Blaine's ears or outright knead an exposed butt cheek. Possibly finger his tailhole too. I couldn't see, not with the older black cat tenderly fucking me as his three triplets sucked me, kissed me, or helped me spitroast the one swallowing my knot.

In the back of my mind, I wondered what the outside world would think. Would they immediately judge us? Would they judge Zachary and his sons? Shun and imprison them like they nearly did before the Collapse? Certainly. They'd consider it wrong. Societally, naturally, genetically, sexually, and as much in a familial sense. If it weren't for the apocalypse, police would lock them up for committing incest. Police would also lock me up for daring to live a life outside label they placed me under—a juvenile delinquent, unworthy in their eyes. None of them could see the real people beneath or bother to learn. None of them could see.

But the police were no longer around. Neither were legislators, politicians, or countrywide authority figures. In the town of Second Chances, we were free.

The rest of the night blurred together into a series of images and plenty of different positions. A lot of fucking and sucking and kissing that overwhelmed my senses. I gulped down pre and semen from all three brothers and their father. I got to be intimate with them too.

Sometimes, I'd continue to feel the memory of Zachary pounding not one but two loads inside me. I then remembered being offered a water bottle by Blaine minutes later, and casually sipping it before lying beside the bed to let him have sloppy seconds and watch him later join the others in quality father-sons time. By the time I emptied the water bottle down, you could bet that I rejoined the heavenly orgy, even emptying a load inside Cliff as he watched Zachary fuck Blaine and eventually Ambrose.

My final climax even ended with me knotting Zachary, where I tested how chiseled and solid his muscled globes were as my hips rammed his ass. God, what a man. What men! As I drifted off to sleep, lying on Zachary's stomach and surrounded by the equally yawning, purring triplets cuddling against the older black cat, he whispered something to me.

“Donovan?"

“Mmm?" I hummed.

“Welcome home," he whispered.

Ambrose, Blaine, and Cliff let out agreeing purrs, louder than before.

“Thank you," I replied, nestling back into his chest, and hugging his sons closer. “Thank you all…" Simple words could not describe the wonderful euphoria I shared with all of them.

Unfortunately, that very same euphoria would be replaced with agony by the time we woke up the next morning. Regret and agony at not stretching before or after we shared enough cum to impregnate each other. It was worth it though. Every last second and drop.

Nestled between them and relishing their warmth and presence, I would sleep more peacefully than I ever did in my life. And continue to do so every night since.