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The Bitch's Bitch

For Catsithx

By Draconicon

A year had passed since his 'marriage' to Sylin, and so far, Felix wasn't...unhappy about it. The black and gray cat had expected to enjoy his marriage to whoever he picked, but he was thankful enough that he wasn't unhappy with this one. Considering all the things that led up to it, it was a miracle he'd gotten that much.

I shouldn't have fucked that stripper, he thought for the millionth time as he laid down on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. I should have worn a condom, or something. At least then...

He sighed. One bad decision, and he was hooked up with someone that he'd never met before a one-night stand, and a year later, they were still waiting on that first kid. Sergals, apparently, had long pregnancies, and he wasn't sure how much longer it would be before he was a dad for real. Sylin wasn't telling him. As far as he could tell, she wanted it to be some sort of sadistic surprise on her part.

Felix rolled over, glaring at the door for a moment before sighing.

Dang it...I can't stay mad that long.

Even with the forced marriage and a kid on the way, he wasn't that bad off. He couldn't say that he entirely loved Sylin, particularly not the way that she loved him, but he was very fond of her. She made the house fun, and there were lots of times when he found himself thinking that he was a lot better off since she came into his life. It was a weird sort of relationship, one that he wouldn't have chosen, but one that he found himself thankful for.

The only thing that he wished she wouldn't do was make him suck her off. He groaned as he felt the residual taste of this morning still lingering in the back of his mouth. No matter how many glasses of water he chugged, there was always some little bit of it left until he was able to wash it out with a taste of her pussy. And unfortunately, she was out of the house for the next few hours.

Grumbling, the cat was about to go to the kitchen when the doorbell rang. He paused, looking back at the front door.

Since when do we get visitors in the middle of the day? he thought, getting to his feet. He pulled his shirt back on, stopped by a mirror to make sure that his face was clear of cum - it was - and then looked through the peephole to see who was on the other side.

It was another sergal, to his surprise. A red and black one, rather than the white and red of his 'wife.' She was leaning back from the door, arms crossed under her chest and tapping her foot regularly. Not wanting to risk his door to the wrath of an impatient sergal, he opened it quickly.

"Oh, finally, now - wait. You're not Sylin."

"Uh...no."

"Uh..."

The female leaned sideways, then consulted a piece of paper. While she muttered to herself, he looked her over for a moment. She wasn't dressed very warmly, but then again, it was summer. She had a top on that didn't cover her shoulders, and barely covered her belly. A pair of tight shorts cupped her hips in a way that made his cock twitch, but he forced himself to keep soft. He wasn't going to get turned on by someone that wasn't Sylin. He wasn't. Meanwhile, the sergal shook her head.

"I don't get it. This is the address she gave me."

"Oh, she gave you the address...Who are you, exactly?"

"I'm her cousin."

Cousin. Wonderful.

"She, uh, invited you?"

"Kinda. I pushed to come out here and see her, and she said that this is where she's living now. You her roommate or something?"

"Um...husband, actually."

"..."

The sergal blinked twice, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Well, uh, I'm her -"

"Think carefully, kitty cat. I thought I heard you say that you were her husband, but that can't be right. Sylin's always shared everything with me, and if she's run off and gone to get her own thing..."

Sweat was pouring down the back of the cat's head, and he was barely keeping a smile on his face as Sylin's cousin continued to get more and more wound up. An angry sergal was a very scary sergal, and he doubted that the house could take it if she got wound up into a real rage.

"Uh, how about we just call her real quick? Do you mind waiting here while I -"

"Sure, sure...Ooooh, Sylin, you better not have..."

He shut the door quickly, almost running to the kitchen to get the phone. Thankfully, his wife picked up on the second ring, the thud-thud of early club music coming through the phone.

"What's the matter, hon?"

"Did you invite someone to come visit without letting me know?"

"Oh, Akara's here, huh?"

"Well, now I have a name."

"Heh, sorry dear. I wanted to show off a little, and I forgot to mention it."

"Don't you show off every night?"

"Not for the last few months. You'd be surprised how hard it is to pull off splits when you've got a great big belly."

"I'm trying not to think about that. I'm trying very, very hard not to think about that."

"Anyway, just let her in. I'll be back from work in a few hours."

"She's...kinda pissed right now."

"...Good point. I'll be back in a half hour. I'm sure the boss won't mind."

Click went the phone. He just hoped that his bones wouldn't go crack before Sylin got back.

#

It was more like forty minutes, but Akara was calm enough during that time. She didn't throw a fit, didn't push him for more information, just sat on the living room couch and waited patiently. He was almost surprised to see that, but he had the idea that she was either stewing or planning underneath that calm exterior.

Finally, the front door opened and Sylin stepped through. No sooner had his wife shut the door than Akara rushed to her, almost knocking the other sergal over as she pounced his wife. Felix didn't say anything, just watched as the angry female turned into perhaps the most affection lady that he had ever seen.

"Cousin! It's been too long."

"Heh, long time, indeed. How've you been?"

"Really lonely. Not a lot of people back where I'm from, remember? I was thinking of - wait."

The cat's heart sank as Akara reached down, grabbing the baby bulge in Sylin's outfit. She tapped, squeezed, tapped again, and slowly turned to face him.

"Did you do this?!"

"Uh..."

"Akara, calm down."

"Calm down?! We shared everything. You were my first. This wasn't fair of you, running off and getting married and having a kid, and - we were supposed to do it all together."

I really should excuse myself here, Felix thought, but considering that there were two rather upset sergals in the room, he didn't want to bring any more attention on himself. He kept his butt planted right where it was.

"Akara, please. You know how life goes. I didn't want to be pregnant first -"

"Yeah, right. You were always saying how you wanted to be the first, the best..."

"You know that's not true. You're just angry."

"Yeah, well I feel like I'm allowed."

His wife shook her head, and he was surprised to see her glance around her cousin towards him, mouthing the words 'sorry about this.' It was another little reminder of just why their relationship had worked over the year. Though it started on rocky grounds...well, Sylin wasn't a monster, even if she did like to tease a lot more than he could tolerate.

Sylin took her cousin by the arm, gently pulling her over to the couch. He scooted over to the side, giving them the middle and right side of the couch for themselves. His wife patted her cousin on the arm and shoulder.

"Look. I'm married now. That doesn't mean I'm off the market."

"Say what?"

"Hush, husband."

"Nngh. I'm gonna...grrr..."

Akara's little growls were a lot less intimidating when he had his wife between her and him, and he had to admit, when it wasn't a direct threat against him, she was kind of adorable. Not in a kitten way, but in that sort of 'tiger that would be lovely to cuddle if you didn't know it would flatten you in a second' sort of way. He shook his head, pushing it out. He needed to give his wife time to work this out before the house was in legitimate danger again.

He kept quiet as the hermaphrodite sergal gently rubbed her cousin's shoulders, drawing her in until Akara was leaning over her, almost lying back against Sylin like she was a reclining pillow. He wondered if that was really all that comfortable.

"It's just...I wanted to be with you...all the time."

"I can't be with anyone all the time, hon. You know that."

"Yeah, but...you were still my first."

At that point, Felix realized that it was probably better to leave. Not because he was making things worse, but because he probably didn't want to hear all the things that were going to be discussed. Incest was the start of it, considering they were cousins, and if they had really been going at it this long, he imagined Akara probably had stories that would curl his fur.

He walked out of the room to the kitchen, humming as loudly as he could to drown them out as he poured himself a glass of water. Taking a seat at the kitchen table, he waited to see if he would be called back in.

When he wasn't, he let out a deep sigh of relief and took a drink.

That was a close one. Jeez, you think that Sylin could have warned me about that. Seriously, a cousin that just comes out of nowhere? I would have at least told her if anyone from my family was coming over, let alone if someone I'd FUCKED was coming over. How...

He shook his head. Every time he thought of his wife's cock, he remembered just how much she wanted to fuck him in the mouth, and every time he thought of that, he tasted cum. He took another drink of water, and it worked to a degree to wash it away.

Just don't think about those two having sex, and you'll be fine.

A small bit of curiosity lingered, though. Sylin had been rather devoted to him ever since the marriage, and he had been rather surprised at that considering just how many friends she had at the strip club. Admittedly, she had been very definite that she wasn't a whore before, but she had done something with him without actually getting paid. He had expected her to want something of an open relationship, but until now, there'd been no sign of that.

Was she thinking of it because it was her cousin? Or was there...something else?

He shook his head, making himself keep drinking to distract himself. He wanted something stronger, something that might make it easier to not think at all, but he doubted that would be a good idea. If his wife - god forbid - was negotiating something, the last thing he wanted to be was drunk.

Time went on, and the conversation didn't get louder out there, which he took as all for the good. He sipped at his water, refilled it, and sipped further. The clock wound on, going from noon to three, and it was almost halfway around again when he realized that the talking had finally stopped. Cautiously, the cat got to his feet and walked over to the doorway to the living room, poking his head around it.

Both Sylin and Akara were kissing, and deeply too, for that matter. Every time they shifted their position, he could see tongues diving down each other's throats, and he blushed as he turned away again. The soft slurping sound continued to fill his ears, though, and he groaned, tapping on the wall.

"Mind if I come out?"

"Come out, husband."

He had half-hoped that his courtesy would get them to stop making out for a little while, but it didn't do a damn thing. Instead, they just kept going, taking up the whole couch as he stood behind them, watching.

Against his will, his cock started going up, throbbing at the sight of two - apparent - females going at each other. Their hands were wandering around, Sylin's going down while Akara's were going up, groping, rubbing, squeezing at one another with abandon. Even though she was his wife, he felt almost no protective instincts, no possessive feelings when it came to the two of them playing around like that. It was almost...silly, he supposed, to feel that.

At the same time, it was like watching hot lesbian porn as they started groping and feeling each other up, his cock getting harder and harder in his pants as the show went on. He shifted back and forth, trying to hold onto his common sense, and kept his hands on his pockets rather than starting to enjoy himself.

God, it was hard, though.

The pair of them kept making out for almost a minute until Sylin finally broke the kiss. As her cousin whimpered, she turned up to him, smirking.

"I've been talking with her, and I think we've come up with a good deal with each other."

"And what's that? If you don't mind me asking."

"Oh, it's simple. We're going to share you."

"Uh...what?"

He blinked twice, but he had no chance to protest before Sylin's fingers were rubbing over his bulge. Her claws were always just a bit rough, and the protection of his pants was just enough to turn the threatening stroke to something much more erotic and enjoyable. His cheeks burned as hot as he felt it was possible for them to go, particularly when the sergal reached up to the zipper and slowly started tugging it down.

"My cousin and I haven't shared you yet. We've shared everything else. Orgasms, childhoods, our first times...heh, that was a good one. But we haven't shared you. And she's right, she deserves a chance to have a little fun with that."

That being his cock as it popped out of his pants, tugged free by the sergal underneath him. He shivered as it was stroked, nudged until it was fully hard, a vein or two popping out along the side. Felix looked down, wondering if this was true, but Akara beat him to it by leaning up and kissing the very head of his cock. It was like an electric shock running from crotch to spine, making him groan and gasp at the same time.

The sergals chuckled, Sylin standing up and walking up behind him. She grabbed him by the dick, her breasts pressed against his back.

"Heh, it's the fantasy, isn't it? Having two girls around, always getting a chance with either?"

"Wh-what? You mean...what...polygamy?"

"Heh, if you want to call it that. She'd like to make it official, I don't really care."

Gods, this is not what I expected for my married life, he thought, looking from one sergal to the other. He could feel Akara's muzzle under his shaft, her nose against his sack, while Sylin pressed against him firmly from behind, grinding her cock against his ass. He could feel every little nudge from it, making him blush harder.

What...gods...I can't say no, can I? They'll kill me. They're already riled up. There's no...no...

"Heh, I think he's too confused right now, Akara. Go upstairs. I'll bring him up in a minute."

"Mmmmph. But I want him nooooow."

"Don't worry. You'll get him soon. Upstairs, little cousin."

Akara grumbled, but she was gone soon enough. He watched her go, realizing that she'd stripped down as her ass swayed back and forth her way up the stairs, but then he was brought back to the moment by Sylin bumping him from behind. That cock bulge was impossible to ignore at any time.

"So. What are you thinking, husband?"

"I'm...not thinking that well, to be honest."

"Heh, I figured that."

She walked around him, sitting on the back of the couch, her legs spread out and pulling him close. His cock slid under her skirt, rubbing against her panties and the cock just under them. It should have made him shrink, but all the times she'd made him suck her had made him less afraid of it. Not unafraid, just less. Her heels dug into his back as she pulled him close.

"You afraid of having to satisfy two girls every night, hmm?"

"Um...maybe..."

"Or do you think we'd just rip you to shreds between us?"

"That's a worry, too."

"You think that you can't take care of both of us?"

"I'm thinking that I'll be afraid of the night when I don't."

"Oh, Felix."

She smiled, pulling him down and into a kiss. For a moment, he tasted someone else on her lips, but it faded quickly, going back to the taste of her. Her tongue nudged his, the kiss deepening for a few seconds before she let him go.

"Hehehe, you know I love you. I'm not going to let you get torn apart. Particularly not by my cousin...and not before she gets a chance to have a baby, too."

"God, don't remind me of that...I'm still terrified of what'll happen when you have yours."

"Oh, I told you before, don't worry about it. I have every idea of how to take care of that when it happens. But I promised Akara that you'd help her share the same joy that you've given me. So...let's not make me into a liar, hmm?"

"You...I thought..."

"That you had a choice? Of course you do. The same kind of choice you had when you had to decide whether or not to marry me."

Which was to say, little to no choice. If he hadn't married her, there would have been embarrassment, mortification, horror on all sides. She would have been dealing with a kid on her own, he would have been in trouble with everyone in his family, and who knows what would have happened to the child when it was born and didn't have support. He'd felt horrible about it, and had gone through with it.

And now, she'd trapped him with a similar feeling. Akara was family, by extension, and she was incredibly attractive in her own way. It would be a perfect fantasy for him, allowing him to have two girls, as well as the fact that he'd be...

Well, there was no way that he'd ever be in charge of a sergal, let alone two of them, but he could pretend, and he could brag to other people. Sylin never pushed him to tell the truth that she was the one that was more in charge, and she didn't care when he bragged while she was around. All that she cared about was his obedience in the house.

Well...in for a penny...

He slowly nodded, and Sylin kissed his cheek.

"Good boy. Why don't you go upstairs and see if she needs any warming up? I'll be up there with you in a bit."

Yeah, and what will you be doing before then, I wonder? The look in her eyes was one of pure mischief, and he doubted that he would be getting out of this without a fair bit of work on his part. She was going to put him through hell, and then say that it was for his own good. Despite that, his cock was already throbbing, begging for attention, and he knew that he was going to at least give Akara the fuck of her life. He hoped.

He walked up the stairs, taking off his shirt as he went and letting it fall on the top step. His pants slid down after that, leaving his cock bobbing up and down as it stuck outside of his underwear. Felix paused as he reached his own bedroom door, and then slowly pushed it open, poking his head around the side.

Akara was already there, the black and red sergal on all fours and fingering herself. Her juices were rolling down her fingers, and she was moaning, whimpering...for Sylin.

Nnngh, if that wasn't such a hot view, that would be the worst of boner kills, he thought, feeling his cock flag just a little bit. It was never a good feeling to hear someone moaning for someone else, but he could live with it. He pumped his cock a few times, and stepped inside, catching her attention by clearing his throat as loud as he could.

The sergal jumped, whipping her head around to look at him, and her cheeks were an adorable shade of red to match the stripes.

"You are quieter than I thought."

"Uh, well, I didn't want to disturb you."

"Heh...so...Sylin convinced you, hmm?"

"For, uh, today, at least."

"Oh, I think we can talk about how to make it a little more...permanent."

She rolled her head back, getting up on all fours and thrusting her ass in the air. Her tail was curled over her back, and her cheeks were spread almost naturally, showing off her ass and her pussy in one lovely view. She shook her hips back and forth, making everything wet as her sex dripped all over the bed and elsewhere, and he groaned as the scent of horny female filled the air.

He'd taken a step forward without realizing it, and shook his head as he tried to pull himself back under control. The sense of power that the sergal had over him, the way that her pheromones were affecting his head, was almost as much of a turn-on as she was, and he blushed as his cock went right back up to full hardness. There was no denying how much he wanted her, and how much he wanted to feel her pussy clamping down on him in orgasm.

Felix was right behind her, grinding into her sex, rubbing her head, when he heard the soft chuckle of his wife behind him. He looked over his shoulder, and blushed as he saw that she was naked, that she was hard...and she was holding a bottle of lube.

"Oh, you can't be serious..."

"Oh, I am, my dear husband. You are going to fuck my cousin, and I am going to fuck you."

There was ever reason to object to this, every reason to say that it was a bad idea, that he should get something more out of this, that he needed some sort of extra prep time...but his cock was already ruling his thoughts, and it wanted to get inside of Akara. He blushed, turning back to the sergal beneath him, but she only smirked back at him, grinding her pussy over his cock and nudging him with her tail. There was no rescue there, just persistence and desire for him.

Groaning, he gave in, pushing forward and sinking his cock deep inside of that slippery sex. She squeezed down on him even harder than Sylin had done the first time, pulling him in deep and past any resistance.

And then, the squirt of the lube bottle reminded him of what was coming. Arousal warred with fear, one pushing him forward, the other making him want to back off. Only the hard, loud moans from beneath him kept him focused on what he was doing, the pleasure of that hot, wet hole only barely keeping him distracted from what was about to invade him.

Nnngh, I'm going to feel all of that...all day... he thought, the image of his wife's cock already in his head. He'd sucked it enough times to know how it would look, how it would feel. Please use a lot of lube. Use all of it. Please.

Even with the feeling of anxiety of what that was going to feel like, he kept getting drawn back to the sergal under him, the sensation of her pussy squeezing down and the way that she rocked her hips back to meet him. Her moans were starting to fill the air, her eagerness for his cock so much stronger than Sylin's was that first night. He knew that was an unfair comparison, but it was drowned out by the sheer eagerness that she showed him, how she bucked back again and again to take him deep. There was no holding back for her, and he could see how she was begging for a kid even in that way, how she pushed back to the hilt, giving him no chance to escape blowing his load deep.

And when he felt the slickness of his wife's cock pressing against his ass, the way that she was already grabbing him tight by the hips, he knew there was no pulling back. There was no stopping now.

Her tip pressed against his hole, making him gasp from the sheer size of it down there. It shouldn't have felt that big, he thought, but it was so much bigger than it had looked in his mind. He told himself the dimensions, trying to remind himself that he'd taken it into his throat many times, but it just felt two, maybe even three times as big, now.

"Mmm, ready to take it, cock sucker?"

Cock sucker, cock sucker, cock sucker. A shiver ran down his spine every time she said that phrase, and it echoed in his head in a painful, arousing, humiliating fashion. It reminded him every time what he'd done to get her, and what price he continued to pay.

"Get ready to take it...Akara. You better be ready to push back. My husband needs to remember the price for treats."

"Mmmm, you got it, cousin."

They giggled in a way that should have warned him, but he wasn't ready. He'd never taken anything back there, and he wasn't -

"AHHHHHHGGHHHH!"

The scream was ripped out of him as he was filled to the brim, his eyes watering from the sensation of being pushed open, almost ripped apart from the sheer violence of that first thrust. He whimpered, his cock still throbbing as Akara clenched down on him, but his hole burned with a fire that he felt was going to rip right through him. He gasped for breath, feeling like that cock was punching a hole right up to his lungs, even though it wasn't that big, really.

Sylin chuckled in his ear, wrapping one arm around him and jiggling his balls. He gasped, his cock bouncing, his hole squeezing -

"Nnngh..."

"Oh, that's it, Felix...squeeze down on me. Heh. I thought you were a half-decent cock sucker, but maybe this is what you're really good for."

Oh gods, no. Not like this. Not like this from now on... Sucking her cock from time to time was bad enough, but there was no way that he'd be able to take her cock every day, not when it felt like this just getting it in. He wiggled, squirming in an instinctive desire to try and get away, but the cousins had him pinned between them. There was no escape.

He looked back at her, and then down at Akara. Was this really worth -

Pull, pain. The sensation of his wife's cock sliding out of his ass was almost as bad as it sliding in, his sensitive rim burning hotter before she shoved forward. The momentum knocked him all the way up to the hilt again in the other sergal, her pussy dripping down over his balls, his eyes going wide at the twin sensations of being soaked to the base and being filled to the hilt. His ass hurt, his cock exulted, pleasure and pain coming together in unnatural union.

"Heh, what's the matter, little kitty? Do you need me to fuck your cum right into my cousin? I thought she was making you so happy..."

"Nnngh...hard...with...that in me..."

"Heh, then show me what you prefer."

She pulled back, but not far. She was only half out of him, the rest of her cock buried deep inside. He realized what she was doing almost immediately, and groaned.

Gonna have to fuck myself on her cock in order to thrust into Akara, he thought. Gods, I thought this was bad enough when she just made me suck her before fucking her...

He looked down, though, and his cock throbbed as he saw how wet her pussy was around him. The red and black sergal looked all too happy to have him in her, and he knew that she wanted him to continue. She gave him another squeeze, gasping, whimpering in a way that was all too sexy.

Slowly, he pulled back, gritting his teeth at the near-tearing pain that came with impaling himself on Sylin's cock, and then pushed forward again, gasping in pleasure, his cock throbbing and dripping. Pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain-pleasure, pleasure.

Slowly, it began to change, the pulling back taking on a pleasure of its own even as the thrusting forward always remained good. His ass ached constantly, the pain never entirely going away, but bit by bit, it started to get overcome with the pleasure from in front, and a little bit from his prostate. It hurt too much for him to even think about wanting to be below Sylin on a regular basis, but he could feel himself getting closer to orgasm again, no longer locked off by pure pain.

In and out, pulling out and getting filled, shoving in and getting emptied. Always getting the twin sensations, always drawing soft moans from the sergals themselves. They eagerly rubbed at him, either with hands or tails, but they always showed him how much they loved what they were getting.

Soon, he was panting of his own free will, gasping and growling as he felt himself getting closer and closer. His cock ached, and his balls were slowly rising up. Akara moaned beneath him, eagerly shoving back.

"Go on...give me a baby...give me a baby!"

The begging sent a shudder down his body, his cock tingling as that primal request shook him. His conscious mind told him that he shouldn't, that he couldn't take care of two, while his core begged him to cum, to seal that deal, to make it happen. He couldn't listen to the former, while he was all too eager to listen to the latter.

He hilted himself deep inside of her, and Sylin slammed in at the last second behind him. They all came together, with his wife filling his ass with seed, and him filling Akara with his own. She moaned beneath them all, cumming all over the bed, filling the room with the smell of horny female. On and on, the orgasm seemed to go, and he shivered as he felt his cock kept pumping more and more of his seed deep inside of Akara's womb.

They all collapsed in bed afterwards, catching their breath. Akara chuckled, and so did Sylin, the two sergals rubbing his cheeks. Sylin spoke first.

"Mmmm, I look forward to more of these."

"Hehehe, how long do you think it'll take for me to get pregnant, cousin?"

"Not long, with days like this."

Gods...please...

#

A few days later, Akara moved in with them. He hadn't known that would happen, but apparently Sylin had pulled a few strings somewhere, and a moving company managed to make it happen while he was at work. They'd had two rounds when he got home, and a third when Sylin joined them. The cat's ass was slowly getting used to the feeling of anal, but he still hated it, only going with it because his wife was so persistent and made it feel so good after the fact.

There was never a second marriage, something that he was grateful about. It was difficult enough to deal with one wife as it was, and having to have two obligations through legal paperwork would have been a pain. Besides, Akara seemed more interested in sharing his body rather than sharing his legal concerns, so she was happy enough with that.

The year rolled by, and three months later, Akara told him that she was pregnant, too. Both sergals started dancing to the news, while he tried not to think of the coming catastrophe.

After all, summer was over, and Thanksgiving was coming. He'd brushed off his family last year, but Felix knew that he wouldn't get so lucky a second time. His family wanted to know what was going on with his love life, when he was going to get married, when his parents could expect grandkids. Somehow, he was pretty sure that they weren't going to be that happy about having a sergal daughter in law, let alone him having a mistress in a second one...and the fact that they were both heavily pregnant.

Gods...what if she gives birth before Thanksgiving even happens? he thought, a shiver running down his spine. How much longer can she stay pregnant, anyway?

The End