Preamble:

Same disclaimers as the first one. Look at the tags. They get worse and worse, don't they? This is still not anything that should happen in real life, etc, etc.

Chapter 3: Sharing is Caring

The cold eyes stared into the tile as if his gaze could slowly penetrate them and see past. He didn't really care about the tile, but right now that was all he was thinking about. Some of them were slightly cracked, imperfect. Some of the filling between them-- what was it called?-- well, it was darkened--probably mildew. "Should get one of those automatic shower spray things," he thought.

Sure, it was a strange thought to have. It was especially strange for the cat who currently stood under the water, now running a man's urine out of his fur. A cat whose body leaked a stranger's cum. A cat whose boyfriend was coming home in only a couple of hours. But how long had he been in the shower, anyway?

Hands clutched at the shampoo bottle. He didn't normally shampoo, it made his hair too dry. Squeezing the bottle over his head, he simply let the slimy stuff fall in patternless trails over his head and shoulders. Dropping the bottle onto the ground, he brought stiff hands up to lather the stuff into his fur. Slowly, more and more of that yellowish tint was fading. He winced as he cleaned around his rather sore backside, still plenty full of his attacker's cum.

...

The evening had gone on without a hitch. The cat winced through the fucking as the big dog plowed his hole, sloshing into bear cum, without even knowing it. Later he'd mention to the cat that he was impressed how quickly he loosened up for him, chalking it up to the wait.

So a second load-- well, what, fifth? Another load was shot into him, the dog tying him. The cat was sore, so he couldn't really enjoy it. On top of that, only the dog's knot really neared the bear's girth, so there was something eerily underwhelming about the fucking. So no, he didn't get off.

The next day went by without a hitch. The cat stayed home as he normally did, working from his laptop. He didn't go out to get lunch like sometimes. He just wanted a quiet day to himself. However, by the end of the evening he was hugging and laughing his worries away with Randall, his dog.

The big mutt was celebratory. His travel up to wherever-it-was had gone great, and he'd returned to congratulations and delight from his work. Once again, that night, the big dog plowed the cat. Not so freshly fucked by the bear, he moaned and writhed under the dog.

Randall was always a bit of a "top dog". The cat had always known him to be the kind to take-what-he-wants-when-he-wants-it and that was always exciting. He was never terribly rough, or intentionally hurtful, and he usually only fucked the cat once before sleep, but they were normally tied for a while after, and generally slept that way. He was into it, but maybe it wasn't as taboo and risqué as what the bear had done.

But that was just a nightmare the cat had had. Really, it was just one strange incident. It wasn't something that would happen again. It was just something to put behind him. He didn't feel the need to tell his boy about it, because frankly he just never thought about that. They would go on both of their lives together without ever having it brought up, and that was that. Just one dumb mistake of the cat's youth. Buzz buzz.

"Coming over in 30 minutes, be clean and ready. Answer your door or I send your boy some fun pictures and video. Got his number off your phone. 510-555-5929. Can't wait to see you again. pussy!"

The cat stared at his phone that morning. He was numbly, dumbly staring down at his phone, at those words, as his boyfriend kissed his cheek and tousled his head. The dog laughed, saying something, but Darwin didn't hear it. The door was shut and then the cat was alone.

He stepped out of the shower, put on his clothes. The cat's eyes were half lidded, in a trance. It was as if the bear's text had hypnotized him. Of course, the world hadn't changed and hypnotism was still silly superstition. No, those were the eyes of someone with no hand of his own in his matters. It was someone who was moving, preparing himself for something he did not want but could not avoid.

The door rang and the cat answered, as expected. What wasn't expected was that following the bear was... another man. The cat's eyes opened wide as he saw the stocky boar. It wasn't that he was short, though he might have looked that way next to the boar at only 6 feet even. The cat was only five and a half feet, so the boar was still taller. What made the boar look almost short was how broad he was. The porcine male was so.. wide. His shoulders were broad, his build seemed "big boned". He wasn't necessarily fat, but his particular mix of fat and muscle made the boar kinda just stout everywhere, thick arms, thick legs, and a barrel for a torso.

The cat just sorta stared in surprise as the two walked in. Was this the bear's buddy? Were they going to ROB him or something?

"So where're we gonna do this?" The boar excitedly snorted out.

"The bedroom, follow me." Spoke the bear, guiding the boar.

Sebastian walked along with the two as he followed this dream, this bad dream. He stared as the big boar stepped in and started taking his clothes off right away. This was when the cat's ears stood. He looked, terrified, at the bear. The big brown face just smiled at him, a sweet, almost caring smile. The bear's paw slipped behind Darwin, pressing into his lower back, pushing him forward gently.

He stepped into the room like a child stumbling in on stage and into a spotlight at his first school play. He was nervous, forgot all his lines, and most of all scared. The boar's hands were kind of clammy, wide and tough, calloused. Their backs were hairy, too. He helped Darwin undress, the trembling little cat's heart beating quickly. That snout rooted around his neck, breathing in deeply.

"Mmm.. don't worry pussycat, yer boyfriend's gonna be right there to watch, so y'aint got nothin' to worry 'bout.." the boar would snort.

Darwin's eyes shot open. He felt like he was tugged out of the dream, sobered a bit. He turned to look at the bear, who smirked almost apologetically and then shrugged. Boyfriend? The boar thought..? But if he thought that, why was he putting his hands all over him like that? If he thought that, why was Darwin suddenly being bent over the side of the bed. He squeaked, pathetically. He could see the bear near him and then step back. Then there was a lewd squirting sound as something drooled and splattered down over his ass. He turned his head to see the boar holding some unmarked bottle over his dick, lubing it.

Oh and that dick. Actually, it was no match for the bear's ridiculous fuck stick. Hell it wasn't even as long as his boyfriend's 8 incher, though it was maybe a bit thicker than the shaft. Still, it wasn't even wrist-thick, let alone fist-thick like the bear's. This was some relief, but it was also somewhere, deep down inside, a disappointment for the cat.

He gasped as the boar suddenly grabbed his tail and tugged it aside roughly. He leaned over the cat, drizzling drool down on him occasionally as he snorted excitedly. The boar's dick had just been pushed to his pucker when it was already being pushed and pressed. The tip wedged inside of him, and then the rest soon followed. The feeling made the cat queasy as the boar, another strange man, was suddenly violating him.

Fingers curled and dug into the blankets as the cat felt the boar drive in without stopping. It wasn't until hips were firmly grinding into his ass that the cat felt the stocky male stop. He moaned pathetically, stretched too far too quickly. But the boar offered no respite. Breathing- no, panting excitedly, still drooling on the cat, he began to fuck him. And boy did he fuck him. One hand held the cat's feminine hip as the other pressed down flat on his back. It was clear how excited the boar was, as he just fucked away, offering no etiquette, not even enough to take his wedding band off as it now began to stamp itself into the cat's skin under the fur.

The cat's body tensed, shook. He could feel that big boar rutting him, bucking into him, and no, it didn't feel good yet. He made pathetic little sounds, pained by the boar's sudden intrusions and usage of his body. Eyes opening, he glanced over at the bear, who was now stroking his dick with a cup in his hand. A red solo cup. The cat had no idea what the bear was doing, but that massive dick both looked terrifying and exciting. At least the big ol bear was skilled, slow, erotic.

No, the boar atop him was just fucking him he was trying to get it out of the way. He fucked like he was on a timer. Those hips just mercilessly pounded him, fast and then slow, fast and then slow. He only took breaks to rest, rather than to prolong it. The cat couldn't help but enjoy it it, at least on a physical level. The pressure to his prostate was repetitive even if it wasn't the incredible jamming of the bear's ridiculously thick dick.

Time passed quickly. Before long-- though it was probably a while-- the cat could feel the boar's dick begin to tense and harden. It actually felt a little nice against his prostate. He reached his own hand to stroke his member, trying to finish himself off finally. Drops of drool landed on his back as the boar just pounded him mercilessly.

Soon there were a few extra hard bucks and a deep groan from the porcine male and the cat could feel the shaft inside him throb. The boar shuddered, bending down and wrapping his arms around the cat. The larger body shook against him, gross tusky snout snorting beside the cat's head. With a soft whimper, the cat got himself off. It was hard, though, and Darwin was grossed out enough aby the creature that he barely enjoyed it.

The boar held him with his rather muscular arms, clinging tightly to the slinky body of the cat. It was strange, but the boar's dick still felt hard. It felt rock hard even, pulsing. The boar was even bucking slightly, flexing his dick inside the cat. Eventually the cat felt his belly swelling some and realized the boar was still letting loose inside him.

It was several minutes before the boar's massive balls finally emptied, leaving the cat pregnant with the copious seed. Once he was done he rather unceremoniously pulled off of the cat, spraying a splatter of watery boar jizz that ran down the cat's thigh. He rubbed his dick off on the cat's rear and rather quickly began to gather his belongings.

The cat felt so ashamed. Not only did he get fucked by the disgusting pig, but the male had deposited what felt like a gallon or two of cum right into his now warm feeling, pudgy belly. He was startled by the feeling of intense heat on his ass as the bear himself, who had come up behind him, sprayed his own much thicker load onto his hole and ass without touching them.

A thick finger shoved itself into that used pink hole, eliciting a yelp from the cat. It swirled around a bit before the bear reached over, stuffing the finger right into Darwin's maw. Well, Darwin was inconsolable. The last thing he wanted was to TASTE the boar's seed. But he cleaned off the insistent finger, which then pulled out and wiped itself on his soft face.

After a moment, the panting cat just saw a card land on the bed in front of his face.

"Here's the closest clinic. Get tested tomorrow."

Darwin's eyes opened wide, despite how exhausted and used he felt. His ears stood up.

"That guy's just some random guy answering the Craigslist ad I put up."

He was already starting to gather his stuff and walk off.

"Shoulda wore a condom, kitty. Well, I'll see ya in a week when ya get your results."