Nights Like This
This is for a writing challenge in a Telegram group I joined (link here if you're interested: https://t.me/joinchat/TXMB1RU1ETeKOakg)). At just over a thousand words, we would write a short story fitting a chosen theme. The new theme for this week is, "Abandoned, broken and alone... until..."
I've decided to go for another story set in the town of Second Chances. We return to Donovan enjoying his new life with the incestuous Sauveterre family and thinking about how grateful he is to be a part of their life. Not much else to explore. But what do you think of this story? Wanna see more of them? Be sure to leave a comment down below! :)
I was a flushed, sweaty mess. We were all that way, squirming on the master bed.
Stars and diamonds danced across my vision each time Zachary thrusted his hips upward, one paw strongly gripping my hips to keep me straddling him, the other jerking off his eldest triplet son as they kissed. Meanwhile, Blaine and Cliff suckled feverishly on one of their father’s nipples, only to part for slobbery kisses with each other before returning to the hardened nubs. I did not slow down my gyrating hips and neither did Zachary neglect slamming himself deeper inside me. I clutched Ambrose’s right shoulder for support and kissed him once Zachary let go of my hips to begin caressing Cliff’s back. They all purred.
“Ahhh! Mfh! Ahhnghah! A-Almost…!” I panted like a thirsty bitch in heat. “Z-Zach, I…I’m—Ah!!! I’m…a…al-almost—”
“Ngh! M-Me too, sonny!” he encouraged, pulling me into a series of rough kisses. His mustache brushed my lips I happily obliged him once Ambrose pulled back to give us room, the other black cat giving rough tongue licks to my neck. “Mfh! God, my boys…love ya…so fuckin’ m-much! D-Donnie…C-Cum for me…Cum-Ahh! For…Cum f-for us!”
Hot creamy spurts stained all over the patriarch’s graying chest, spilling onto his pecs, some of Blaine and Cliff’s ears, and down their dad’s stomach. Meanwhile, Zachary grasped both side of my hips and slammed upward at least a dozen times. His hardness pressed all the right buttons to empty everything. His warmth suddenly flooded me. I released a series of moans and satisfied whines. Jolts of sore euphoria radiated under my mocha fur. One of Zachary’s paws began playing with my Doberman tail and any words spoken turned gibberish on my panting tongue. I could feel everything. Every black cat present understood me, however.
“I love you guys so much.”
They got the message. They understood it loud and clear, giving me individual kisses as I started to lay down, feeling drained and utterly exhausted. They could hear it in my panting and tired whines.
“You’re a good boy, Donovan,” Zachary whispered to me. “Such a good, good boy. A, B, and C? Mind giving me and Donnie time to catch our breath?”
Ambrose, Blaine, and Cliff let out a collective trill. “Yes, Daddy.” And they chuckled, shifting around us on the bed before resuming feverish and slutty sounds.
Lying back as well, Zachary tugged me into a hug and caressed my back, occasionally licking my closed eyes and blushing muzzle. He watched and I heard his trio of identical sons group together at the foot of the large bed, their tails or toes occasionally brushing against our feet. The tails especially made me giggle in my afterglow. It didn’t even diminish when Zachary’s flaccid dick plopped out of my hole, and I started leaking his jizz down my leg. If anything, the afterglow between us increased as I snuggled closer to his fuzzy chest and my torso was snaked intimately by a big arm. I loved feeling his finger occasionally tangled and stroke my hair. It needed to be cut soon. Yet the thought of having longer hair for this black cat daddy to either caress or tug on throughout sex started to make me slightly harden.
The Collapse left me abandoned, broken, and forgotten in the wasteland until they came into my delinquent life. My ass felt sore, and so did my muscles, but I didn't care. Not at all. I was happy. I’d never felt happier in my life than I ever did on nights like this.
The triplets continued making out and fucking each other with full abandon. They deserved it. We all did. It had been yet another long day of toiling and preparing for winter ahead. The surplus of grain and food meant that there wouldn’t be an extra push to hunt feral wildlife in the surrounding counties. Second Chances also possessed enough, chopped firewood, and kindling for each house to burn for the next couple months ahead. The future was looking optimistic.
And as a reward for all our hard work throughout the week, at the Mess Hall, the town was served homemade and handcrafted pizza for dinner. Zachary gave us our rewards by the time we were finished, telling us to expect an entire evening of fun in his bedroom at the family cabin. Me and the triplets practically scarfed down our slices, we were so hungry and horny. I didn’t know what was tastier: their cum, kisses, or the thick tomato sauce and cheese shredded on a meal I’d not had in literal years.
Cliff was the next one to ejaculate, followed by both Ambrose and Blaine, all of whom lay panting and purring next to their dad and I along the length of the bed. I soon lay in a warm pile of vibrating black fur. I would’ve spent the rest of the night, laying there if nature didn’t call.
“Ugh…” I groaned, shuffling through the pile and scooting onto the floor. “Gotta pee…”
I staggered for a bit, which Ambrose was quick to notice. “Ya okay there, Don?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” I replied, though kept limping. “Don’t worry. Be right back.”
I traveled down to the bathroom and relieved myself before cleaning myself up. I took a wash towel and wiped away all the cum and sweat that have been dripping. I even took the time to wash under my armpits before eventually deciding to travel back to the master bedroom. As I did so, I caught a glimpse of the large window overlooking the living room. I found myself gazing out to the thick fog and the glow of the moon somewhere past it. Were there other people like me out there? Were they trying to find a place to belong? To have a strange family to call their own? One could hope that it would become a universal feeling, a state of mind.
I eventually joined the pile of naked warmth, soothing heartbeats, and cat purring. If Heaven existed, then I had found it on the apocalyptic Earth. Or would it be my Garden of Eden? Either way, it didn’t take me long to start drifting off to sleep with the rest of my newfound family.