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LAZY SATURDAY

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Part One

"Wakey wakey, twins. Wanna play Mario Kart? Winner gets ice cream and loser gets HIV!"

Daddy whipped the covers off his twin kitten sons, Alya (5) and Raia (4) welcoming them to another wonderful death-gore-filth-rape-packed Saturday. Both were still clogged with sleep, bathed in sunlight, curled up and sucking each other's thumb as they had done since they were babies. Each wore a pajama top that hugged their chubby chests, and pretty pink panties with slits in the back so that anyone could climb into the bed in the middle of the night and rape their little cunnies sore with maximum ease.

Alya was still half-dreaming, laying among the messy tangles of his pure white hair and sleep-fingering his pucker with hypnotic REM rhythm. He grabbed his brother Raia's wrist and tried to deepthroat his thumb, but Raia, half-nightmaring, gave a little quiver and jerked his hand away. He clutched harder to the stuffed toy kitty they shared-- it was cute, sort of, but looked a little ominous, sewn purple on one side and pink on the other; neither color bled across a stark dividing seam dead center.

"Bad slut," Daddy said, and grabbed Raia by the throat. The toddlerslut woke just in time to see Daddy's fist come down on his face once, twice, thrice, quarce, quince... by then Alya was awake and watching with a grin. Each punch made the bedframe knock against the wall, which always reminded him of jumping on the bed, so he scrambled up and started jumping in the same rhythm, his half-chubbed cocklet flopping around and his fat ass rippling. He chanted: "Go Dad! Beat him! Go Dad! Beat him!"

Soon Daddy's hand was bloody and Raia's face was a twitching concave mess.

Alya clasped his hands behind his back, tail swaying, and stooped to look. "Mmmm. Good job, Daddy~! You done?"

He nodded, wiping his bloody knuckles on their stuffed kitty before tossing it to Alya. "Sure am. God it's nice to squeeze in a little morning workout. Remind me to beat you sluts to death more often. Anyway, let's get you two in the bath before Mario Kart, okay? Go ahead and split."

Alya nodded and licked a little blood off his stuffie, clamped down on it with a vicious hug, concentrating mightily, mewling a little with the sheer effort, and then--

*pop*

He split into two catboys; the same two. Another Raia came into existence, reborn, naked and blinking, and another Alya too, though judging from his grin he hadn't missed much. The blood on the toy was gone. The new, bare-butt Raia pouted and started picking up his bloodstained pajamas. "Why you always gotta beat me up... I didn't even do anything!"

"Exactly. When your brother sucks your thumb you're supposed to fist his little throat, not jerk away and do nothing. Good sluts don't shy away, even when they're sleeping. Understand? Now come on, let's get you boys gaped out properly again."

Alya skipped to the bathroom and Raia trailed behind, sulking.

~

Daddy's only qualm with this mitotic rebirth routine was that the twins always came back a little too new. Though he did love to work each hole back to its proper state-- that is, swollen, bruised, and gaped beyond belief-- after a warm bubblebath and a fierce scrub-down. He found an excuse to soap their face-cunts by asking them what they wanted to be when they grew up and then counting it unfairly as a swear word when they dutifully answered "We don't grow up, we're fucktoys"-- and before the steam had even stopped curling up from their bathwater, both were panting and drooling iridescent bubbles whilst their father rinsed the soap from their little mouths, nostrils, and eyelids with a murky blast of piss. It was his personal policy that no slut of his would ever actually be clean at the end of bath-time.

"Start that Kart, cunt," Daddy told Alya, who sprinted immediately to their oversized entertainment room and skidded on his knees to a halt in front of the gamecube, clearly enjoying the rug burn as his little ass quivered where it rested on his soft feet. Daddy turned then to Raia, who was standing naked, soaked in piss which still pattered the bathroom tile in droplets.

Raia pouted at him. "Gonna kill me again...?"

"Nah," Daddy replied, taking a knee and exhaling. It was time for a serious father-son talk. "Listen. I know things have been tough for you with the move, and with getting murdered a couple times every day, and I'm sure all this special treatment is giving Alya the idea that he's better than you... hell, you were born as twins but he's already a year older just 'cause you've spent that much time dead..."

Daddy put a hand on Raia's shoulder. "Things are gonna change, Rai. From now on you and your brother are gonna be equal. From now on, to me, you're both equally worthless cumdumps. Okay?"

Raia nodded, then his ears folded back and he looked away. "But what if I come in last place again...?"

"It won't matter," Daddy said, standing. "Because I'm gonna be racing too."

~

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GO!

All three of them sat huddled and focused on the couch, click-clacking fiercely to get ahead. Well, actually, Daddy wasn't really trying that hard... he'd already lapped the kids twice while they spent all their time mashing random buttons on each other's controller, punching nutsacks, tweaking niplets, each distracting himself as he tried to distract the other.

They did have an old Wii kicking around somewhere too, and while Wiimotes were definitely more phallic, Daddy much preferred the challenge of wrangling the bulky Gamecube controllers up a toddlercunt when the situation presented itself, and the rumble feature did make for some particularly cute squeals when firmly lodged against a nubbly little underaged prostate.

In the final stretch of the race, it dawned on the twins: neither was getting ice-cream. Daddy had parked himself squarely between the finish line and an immaculate row of banana peels. The twins had no choice but to skid out in second (Alya) and third (Raia). Their father casually took first place at a rate of two miles per hour in front of them.

"Would you look at that." Daddy smirked. "Guess I'm getting ice cream! Grab the triple chocolate one from the freezer, Raia. The whole tub, I don't give a fuck. I need to work on my girth. In a bit we'll hit up McSlut's for breakfast, then we'll head downtown and find some nice greasy, infected cocks for you boys to choke on."

Raia scampered off, grinning. Equality was wonderful.

Alya blinked. "Wait. We're both gonna get HIB? No fair... Raia came third! He's the losier loser..."

True to his word, Daddy switched targets and scooped Alya up like a baby before lovingly cramming four fat, adult fingers down his little throat. "First of all, it's HIV, not HIB. God you're retarded. And when did I ever tell you that second-best was good enough? Hm?"

The five-year-old kit, eyes wide, could make only gaggy-squeak noises in reply; Daddy fingerfucked him harder, working his tight esophagus open, his whispering husky with deep affection: "You're a worthless sack of garbage." Before long Alya's little body was wracking and shivering as he puked around Daddy's relentless fingers, last night's dinner of two fat shitlogs spluttering out over his chin, splashing his little boitits with creamy brown tummysludge. Somehow the food in his stomach was always preserved after mitosis.

Raia came back and nearly dropped the ice cream tub with his jaw, captivated at such an adorable rape. Alya was blue in the face, scrabbling pointlessly at Daddy's strong arms, pissing himself as his eyes rolled up pathetically. Though Raia was inwardly happy to see his brother getting abused for once, he had never really been vindictive... instead of taunting him or cheering Daddy on he sat and waited patiently until Alya finally choked out and went limp.

Daddy still needed to get some blood to wipe on the toy for the rebirth ritual, so he simply dropped Alya ass-down and impaled the little fucklet's internal organs on his cock, and Alya did the cutest little gag-burp as his lungs were forced aside and his cockhole of a mouth exploded with a fountainous rush of Daddy's cum out past his girly lips and with a spatter of finality into Raia's obediently open mouth.

Daddy jammed two fingers up the cute corpse's nostrils, soaking them with snot and cum, and brought the grimy digits down to Raia's nose, using the mixture as lube for a quick and vicious nostrilfuck. "Fair's fair," he said as Raia snorted and snuffled, eyes watering.

It was a couple minutes before he finally wiped Alya's ruined, bloody pussy off with the stuffed kitty.

~

After a quick resurrection and a kiss on both sets of their cheeks, Daddy jammed garage door opener with a thumb and got his keys. He had a keychain of two little babynuts, one from each twin, which he'd severed and immortalized in amber on the day they were born.

Both twins had to be Daddy's little beer coolers on pretty much any trip away from home, so their tight, newly reborn holes were ripped open, packed with four fistfuls of ice, and stuffed with two beers each. Alya took it well, but Raia could never quite fit the second one in, so he had to waddle around cutely with the top of a beer can poking out of his ass-- which had gotten him molested at at least five of Daddy's parties this year when random dudebros spotted it and bent him over to yank the brews from his rear. Then, of course, they couldn't not slam the beer right there... because once they felt his adorable shivering taint against their fingers and saw the expression of complete and absolute whorishness plastered on the fucklet's face whilst he reached back and spread his cheeks as wide as he could for the strangers, a few melty bits of ice dripping from his cunt, as if begging to be raped on the spot, they never could resist hanging around for a while.

Once the little coolers were ready to go, Daddy hauled them both into the car and threw them into the backseat with about as much care as anyone would apply to luggage. Daddy hopped in the driver's seat and swerved off at 90, throwing the kittysluts against the windows as they giggled and tried to do crazy tricks in mid-air, somersaults and things, almost near zero-gravity from the constant acceleration Daddy applied to the gas pedal uphill and downhill and over curves, always keeping his foot shoved down as hard as if he were working it up one of his son's pussies.

He pulled into the McSlut's drive-thru, underneath the golden arches of a catboy's asscheeks, and leaned over to the speaker. He waited a second. Then another second.

He stroked his dick impatiently. "Hello?"

No answer.

While he waited he looked over the menu for the billionth time. There was a special going on this month; as usual it was dressed up to sell, complete with professional food photography, a bit of photoshop, and a little blurb.

The picture was a tiny three-year-old, ass and boitits puffed up with photo tricks to look extra juicy, getting his shiny, cooked-brown face jammed against the bars of a grill, two fat forearm-sized dicks splitting his cunt open from top and bottom. His expression was one of pure, vacuous ecstacy.

DOUBLE-STUFFED BBQ McSLUTWICH

Here at McSlut's, quality comes first. And nothing says "quality" like a toddlercunt while we melt his cute face on the grill, double-fuck his ass, and tell him to say it. It's our McPromise™; if you can't taste the screams when you bite into your double-stuffed BBQ McSlutwich, you'll get your money back.

_ _ And in tiny print at the bottom:

No cash refunds. In-store credit only.

_ _ "Greasy bastards," Daddy said.

Alya jumped up, frantic, and hugged the back of the driver's seat. "Where?! Can I suck the grease off, Daddy?! Please!"

Over the speaker came a quick, irritated voice: "Hello and welcome to McSlut's your one-stop shop for kittymeat served hot and fresh on the go I'll be right with you."

"Yes, can I order two--"

"I said I'll be right with you," they snapped. "Please wait for a moment, sir."

Daddy started to fume. It was a good thing he had a little stressball clinging to the back of his seat.

He grabbed Alya by his long hair and pulled him head-over-butt into his lap, cock sliding up between those smooth, chubby thighs, along the boy's perfect potbelly, between his tits, and finally up against his adorable, innocent face, almost reaching his raised eyebrows. Alya blinked as the huge cock pulled back, towards Daddy's chest, and then came crashing down against his button nose, snapping it with an adorable *crick* and bouncing Alya's head against the steering wheel, which produced a short honk.

That gave him a chuckle, and instead of bringing his cock down again he found his rage pretty much dissipated and leaned forward to kiss Alya, his much bigger mouth pretty much engulfing the lower half of the five-year-old's face while his broken nose spilled blood out over their lips.

"Sorry about that," the voice on the speaker said. "You will not believe this shit. Some old grandpa lookin' dude comes in and says his McSlutwich didn't taste screamy enough. I tell him fine, you get the in-store credit. He says he wants cash. I tell him read the fucking fine print next time. Apparently you can't say that to a customer, and you know how these old boys get, all pissy and entitled, so now I'm getting written up and--"

Just as Daddy opened his mouth to cut the ramble short, Raia did it for him.

"We'll have two double dickcheeseburgers and a large order of kitten nuggets with extra cunny mustard sauce on the side for my daddy, please!"

"... I... yeah, sure. Cute kid you got there. That'll be two bucks at the second window."

Daddy grinned and ruffled Raia's hair, tossing the still-dazed Alya to the passenger seat. "Just what I would've ordered, Rai."

Raia beamed.

Down at the second window Daddy paid and got a bloated oil-spotted paper bag thrown in his lap. He pulled up in the parking lot and fished out his sack of kitten nuggets-- a large used to contain twelve pieces, but nowadays kittymeat came so cheap they just threw a full frying basket in, usually forty or more-- and then handed the boys dickcheeseburgers bigger than their heads.

Raia opened his little jaw as wide as he could and took a massive bite of his burger, wondering how old this slut had been. The fat patty was so tender, falling apart before he could even chew it, oozing oil all over his chin... two years at the oldest, he decided, working down a thick mouthful of smegma.

Alya was having more difficulty. His brow was furrowed in concentration. It was plain he wanted to devour his burger. And yet... he couldn't quite get his jaw open far enough. Daddy must've locked it up with his cockbeating!

Pathetically the five-year-old started whining and moaning through his closed mouth, crawling into Daddy's lap. Daddy was trying to dunk his nuggets in the cunny mustard at the time, but looking at Alya's snapped nose and his desperate expression, he suppressed his annoyance for now.

"What's wrong?"

Alya made worried noises and gestured to his burger, then his mouth.

Daddy understood right away, laughing. "Awwww, I broke your face. Do you need Daddy to open your jaw for you?"

Alya nodded frantically, looking over to Raia, who was already halfway through his burger and burping obscenely, puking up a little bit now and then as he wolfed the next half down thrice as fast, forcing it into his already basket-ball sized tummy.

Slowly, lovingly, Daddy worked two fingers up Alya's nose and two fingers past his locked lips. Alya's fat toddlerbutt quivered and his eyes rolled up a little, dick spewing precum in anticipation for what he knew was coming next.

Daddy yanked his hands in opposite directions, forcing the kitten's nostrils up like a pig's, a sloppy splurt of mucus pouring out as his sinuses were gaped open, and forcing his lower jaw down, down, way too far down, until the soft underdeveloped bones snapped and it was hanging loose against his chest.

Daddy grabbed Alya's burger and crammed it down his gaping maw, thick dickcheese leakages squishing between his fingers as soothed relief washed over the boy's face. Daddy went back to his nuggets and left Alya to gather up the crumbling wads of wet burger as they spilled out over his cherubic body and shovel them down his exposed throathole at his own pace.

~

After a filling (if greasy and artery-clogging) meal in the McSlut's parking lot, a quick jaw re-hinging, and another twenty minutes of driving, Daddy pulled down a side-winded alley eclipsed mostly by shade in the dull heat of noon. The twins were both asleep in the back, sweating in the heat and sucking each other's thumb, the smeggy burger stains still giving their lips a coat of gloss in the dim light.

"Wakey wakey," he said, and pulled them both by their cocks from the back, throwing their naked bodies onto the hot tarmac.

Daddy had texted this location to all the infected friends he had on the drive-- though distracted driving had robbed him of an opportunity to speed up and plough through a class of preschoolers as their teacher intentionally led them over the crosswalk in high traffic. He cursed himself for being so stupid and careless.

Five or six of Daddy's friends were already here and fell on Alya and Raia as soon as they hit the ground, roughing the road-rashed fucklets up, laughing, shouting all sorts of compliments at them, calling them stupid little toddler bimbos, fat sacks of snuffmeat, tasting the residual flavour of McSlut's on their mouths and slapping them across the face for being immoral babycunt cannibals. Alya and Raia were truly equal now, both squealing apologies for being such retarded whores in the same desperate tone, both spreading their fat asscheeks automatically, each one begging politely for more abuse if they went ignored for too long when the focus shifted to their twin.

A rhino with a thick, hanging foreskin grabbed Alya by his hair and shoved twelve inches of cock down his grease-lubed gullet, un-re-hinging his jaw, a veritable Noah's Ark tier splurt of saliva making it even easier than it already was to fuck his throat open (Alya always drooled like crazy at imminent rape) and promptly used the kitten's packed tummy as a urinal. Someone threw a kick at his bloated belly and Alya couldn't help but HRRRRK and puke hard, though the cock held it all down, his ass contracting as the beers popped out like they would a vending machine.

"Sick, brewskis," said a twenty-year-old cheetah wearing a snapback, and shotgunned one.

Daddy picked up the other and wiped the kiddyshit off of it using Raia's face, which was currently getting slammed repeatedly to the filthy alley tarmac in time with a merciless punchfuck session, his hippo abuser aiming specifically for the tiny nub of his four-year-old prostate, which of course drew out the highest-pitched, sweetest screams.

"So, remind me, who's got what?" Daddy asked them all, running his hands over Raia's thighs and pushing a little to make sure the helpless fuckling kept them spread wide; Rai always had a disgusting, involuntary tendency to close his legs whilst nice men were trying to molest him.

"HIV."

"I got some real fat warts," the rhino said, rubbing Alya's blue face against them.

"AIDS!" someone happily announced.

"I went to a lab and they injected me with this weird shit called Diazomonxiapar--"

Daddy stopped him. "Just give me the symptoms, champ."

"Makes ya shit and puke pretty much non-stop when ya first contract it."

"Kay, you're going first."

[So, not super plot heavy, but hopefully a fun ride anyway! Thanks a very hecka large bunch for reading!!! <3]