Zoo Keeper - ch9 - Surrender
#9 of Zoo Keeper
I woke to the sound of sex, two feline voices, one crying out in lust, pain and need, the other just grunting and growling in exertion.
Looking around, dazed, feeling defeated, I found my mate asleep at my side, completely cat now, no trace left off her beautiful human self.
I cried, feeling the hopelessness overwhelm me. I couldn't defend myself let alone my mate and now my actions, letting my kitten run away, had doomed us both to this.
I felt a snuffling around my rear and turned to see one of the adolescent males, his rod hanging down from his sheath somewhat, poking his nose in and around my rear.
I growled at him, beginning to rise then something in me gave. Whether it was the constant musk, not affecting me as much as it would were I not, as I could sense, pregnant, or not, my body was responding the the young male.
Resisting the urge to give in and bow myself to him, I lashed out, paw connecting with his nose. If he was going to proposition me he would do i-
I was felled suddenly, my paw had connected with him but in response he had just turned and sprayed me, I felt my libido pour the all too familiar heat into me. With a soft, needy whine I turned myself, rear to him, and bent down low, lifting and flagging my tail.
The feel of his tongue surprised me, I thought he would have just acted like yesterday, mount, fuck and leave. But he actually worked my entrance quite well, having me panting and whimpering in need before long.
It was then I realised I was nose to nose with Sally, she was wide awake and watching what was happening. "S rig, can no hel." she said, a sigh escaping her.
By now the tongue had pulled away, I managed to say, using all my willpower, "Turn love, let me-" I had the air driven from me, the cat was on my back, probing for my breeding hole.
Sally purred and turned around, laying to her side and giving me access to her slit.
I felt him connect and, now with more practice, drive home. I grunted even as I reached out for my lovers snatch, feeling the male walk forward slightly to maintain his connection. He began to thrust slowly.
It was bliss. Closing my eyes I worked my tongue up and down my mate, watching her petals flare wide, spreading herself open for my invasion of her depths.
The cat behind me was swelling and taking to his task quite well, working steadily, bringing my excitement higher and higher. It wasn't until I felt Sally clench around my tongue that I realised just how good he was at taking his time now.
A rumbling purr started deep in my chest, maybe these cats were not so bad.
He reached forward, wanting to take hold of my neck. But like yesterday he was just not big enough yet, and instead growled his pleasure out as I felt him flare wide within me, finally splaying his spines widely, the last three thrusts eliciting whimpering yowls of pleasure deep into my mates tunnel as my muzzle buried itself slightly in her.
The release of the male, seed painting my innermost parts, thighs pressed tight against my rear, roaring on my back, just drew the orgasm out, making it last and last.
At its conclusion I felt him gently lower to the ground, necessitating me to do the same under him.
Laying there, still lapping at my mate who was crying out and purring alternately depending on her level of pleasure, I was actually content, filled by, well maybe not a good male, that has yet to be proven, but at least one who has not intentionally done wrong.
I purred gently, letting it rumble both through to the big cat, still astride me, and to my mate who I would not stop torturing with licks.
Dimly I felt him withdraw, long after his spines had retracted. He diligently cleaned me and then himself and lay down beside me, purring.
"Sally, love?" I said.
She replied, a little distracted still, despite me having ceased my oral caress of her, "Wha up babe?"
"Lets leave. I don't think we could get away without being followed by at least one male, so why not chose? This young man seems very appreciative of us, and is at least not secure in his ways of abuse." I told her.
Purring she replied, "Woul be goo. How we go?"
"Lets just go, if we bring him with us, I don't think they will fight. My son... he already had his turn, made us both with kitten. I think he is bored of us now. Come on." I said, standing.
Sally, stood too.
The male looked up at us, as though we had just taken his favourite toy away. I licked at him and nipped at his ruff, trying to pull him upwards.
"I be I can mov im." Sally said, and sank her haunches, pushing her rear toward him.
The startled male leapt up only to have both the objects of his interest start to walk off. He stopped looking confused.
We both walked back to him, licked him on the snout and purred, turned and walked. He trotted up between us, proud as punch that he seemed to have been chosen.
Glaring at all the females, and also my son, now rutting another female who I could smell was heavily in heat, we trotted off, out of town the opposite direction we had come in.
"Can no beliv I work." my love said.
I could feel a heat build in me again, and it was then I noticed our new mate had been, for the last half hour, rubbing his muzzle gently against both me and Sally.
"You getting a bit hot babe?" I asked.
She just nodded and paused in place, sighing.
I turned and looked at the male, he looked confused. I nudged him to Sally with little mrow sounds, hoping to give him the hint.
He got the idea and I smiled to myself as I watched him court her, first rubbing against her, further firing her need, then he walked behind her and started, as he had with me, lapping at her exposed, and now, presented rear.
Padding over I pushed him to the side a little. He didn't growl, just moved over, happy to let me share in the bounty.
We had Sally screaming in need by the time he was ready to mount her, and the sounds of her need being fulfilled made me warmer still.
Pausing there, laying down I turned so that I had my eyes locked on the two, even as I was lapping at my own sex.
My mind chose then to remind me that I had sworn I would not do this again, would not give myself to the beasts. 'Desperation breeds necessity', I told myself.
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I am not sure what it was, the swell of my mate's and my bellies, the constant arousal the male caused in us, or his constant and very fulfilling servicing of that arousal, but I found this to be the most pleasant time since the first few weeks at the Zoo.
Even knowing who's kittens I carried couldn't break the spell, as far as we were both concerned, 'Rough Nose' or just Rough, as we called our new mate, was their father.
And he didn't stop in his attentions as his father had, he kept just being there, even as we grew heavier and heavier.
I was amazed, I had never felt this full of life, every little movement and kick from the kittens drew warm smiles and feelings of joy. I had been a mother, several times over, but this time there was a loving and attentive father, and that made a lot of difference.
One day, we passed within sight of a house, Rough lifted his head as the wind blew the scent of his species' ultimate 'prey' and I saw a look of want pass over him.
"Sally, he wants to-" I began, but in wonder saw him shake his head and turn back to me, mrowing to me, in the way I always taken as an endearment.
I lay down suddenly, weeping.
For the first time, two sets of tongues swept down on me, cleaning away my tears, causing them to work faster, the perfection of the moment driving a lot of old hatred from me.
"What's going on over there?" I heard a yell, a woman no less.
We were pinned, if we rose and tried to run they would see us, better to just stay still. Sally too seemed to have this thought.
Rough didn't.
He rose and mrowed in the direction of the person who had called.
I felt something within me tighten, I thought it was fear but the dampness that poured around my legs proved me otherwise.
Rough smelt it too, turning to purr as he watched me enter the beginning of my labour.
"Well what we got here, some pet cats is it? Big ones too ain't yas?" The youngish woman said.
For all his species aggression in its pursuit of humans, Rough just lay there, mewling to me softly, comforting me.
"What you doing...oh, your having some kittens!" the woman exclaimed, "I'll be right back."
I grunted with the first of the true contractions, "Got to get... UGH, away can't let... UGH, Rough break her." I said.
"Can no mov yo noww." Sally said.
I felt the first kitten breach my entrance and leave me, so deep was I concentrating I gasped when the woman said, "Here you go dear, a nice little boy." and handed the damp kitten to my chest, wrapped in a towel.
I looked up, scared for her, but my motherly urges had hold and would not be denied. Cleaning the kitten, nuzzling it closer to one of my milk swollen teats, I sighed softly as it started to drink.
Contractions came sooner and sooner, before long there was five little mouths working hungrily at me, as I lay there purring in satisfaction.
"Well ain't you just an affectionate boy, are you the father then?" The woman was petting Rough, talking to him, and he was not reacting in the least.
But slowly, surely, I could smell her reaction.
I could hear her heartbeat speed up, smell her need broadcasting to the big cat, a reaction to the musk and was amazed at his reply, merely laying there, nose buried... his nose was buried in the ground where a red mark was forming, I could smell my body there, my blood, my placenta.
Looking at the now full sized male, I realised there was far more intelligence within him than I had previously thought, and a soft wonder at his dedication to myself and Sally poured into me.
"Rough, your..." I spoke without thinking, the woman was indeed feeling the effect of the musk, but not enough to cover the shock of hearing something that resembled a slightly smaller lion open its mouth and talk.
"What, what are.... how did...." she had stood and was staring at me.
I couldn't help it, I looked up at the woman and with a deadpan voice said, "MEOW"
Damn it, this one even made me purr. An absolute pleasure to write and my must had me laughing when she chose to end it with a typically 'Gaspode' moment (Sir Pratchett fans will understand).
And you were right, writing about their pregnancy and their feelings of it (especially now they are comfortable with what they are and how they are living) was very very nice. Truth be told, although David was reasonably happy during his second pregnancy, he just didn't feel as 'right' as he does now. (This is effectively the start of the second half of the plot, Consequences being the conclusion of the first half)