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The Afterbath

Having dried Cleo, which took more towels than I figured on, and drained the bathtub, I put on a robe and flip-flops I use as house slippers and started preparing the cats' supper. I let Peaches back out into the main house, and she stalked past me with a bit of an arrogant expression, so I figured she was a little miffed at me.

Setting the bowls of chicken down for Cleo, and then for Peaches, the two cats ate happily while I preheated the oven to make my meal. Cleo finished first and looked to me, then to the door between the kitchen and living room. "Yes, you can go lay down in there if you like." Cleo nodded and padded into the other room. Peaches soon followed and I peeked my head through the door. Cleo was laying flopped out on the rug by my recliner, and Peaches was occuping the sofa.

I quickly put my dinner of fish patties on the foil-covered cookie sheet and popped them into the oven to bake. I set the timer and left it on the counter to tick away the minutes until it was ready to eat. I then went into the living room and sat down in my recliner and clicked on the TV. Cleo raised her head as I approached her but quickly lay back down again. Peaches, on the other hand, merely followed me with her eyes, and continued staring at me as I put on a crime drama program I liked to watch.

I noticed her watching me, and looked to her. Her gaze wasn't exactly mean, but it wasn't a friendly one, as though she were preturbed by my actions before. I was thinking of things I could do with her to give her some special time too, but then the bell rang for me to flip the fish patties over to cook completely on both sides. I rose from my recliner and went back into the kitchen. Cleo could see me from her position but Peaches couldn't, though neither cat bothered to get up and see what I was doing as the pan clattered and other noises came from my actions. Soon the food was in the oven again and the timer set, so I went back to watch more of the show, sitting back down in the recliner again.

Still, it seemed Peaches was a bit miffed at me, or at least giving me dirty looks as I sat there with Cleo lounging at my feet. Every so often I'd catch her glowering at me, and she'd look away after a moment or two. Or she'd close her eyes to snooze some more. I thought about it and figured I really should do something nice to make it up to Peaches. She'd been my only pet for quite awhile, at least the only one regularly in the house, and though she seemed to accept Cleo being here now, it was somewhat like an older only child being presented with a younger sibling that they'd now have to share their parents' affection with. It HAD been awhile since Peaches and I were intimate, and that likely only added to her annoyance since Cleo and I had certainly mated while in the bathroom, and our scents bore that fact loud and clear.

Another ding from the timer woke me from my ponderings and I went into the kitchen to shut off the oven and then prepare the accoutremants for the rest of the meal. Being a bachelor - well, sort of - and being somewhat tired, I wasn't in the mood for much food preparation, so I just slapped some Miracle Whip dressing on buns using a fork for a knife as it had been out to flip the patties over, added a Kraft American single to each, and put one of the fish patties on each of the four buns. I poured myself a large glass of soda then carried both it and the plate of fish burgers into the living room to finish up the hour-long show and perhaps another after it.

I sat down again and started munching my food and again began considering what to do with Peaches. I wasn't really in the mood to do another full toy session with her up in the playroom, and for some reason Cleo still seemed to be concerned about the steps to the second floor, so I didn't really want to clearly negate her from at least watching the fun. Then an idea struck me... I looked over to Peaches, and pondered the couch for a time. I didn't usually do much "fun" on the first floor because of how the house is oriented in relation to the farm drive and the old barn, which I rent out to a local farmer as a piggery. The fields I lease out as well, which brings in some additional income. Really it's not much over what the property taxes would be, but... it pays the taxes and that's the big thing for me, and the pigs in the barn don't really know or seem to care the odd sounds they hear are huge predators just across the driveway from them.

Anyway, I was thinking that Peaches can only take me in her butt, and then with a bit of stretching. She should be fairly easy to mount in that way without the anal dilators as we'd done it with the dilators more than a few times. It might hurt her some, but she'd likely get over it in a hurry. And if she stood with her hind feet at the edge of the sofa seat, and forefeet on the sofa back... that'd change the angle a whole lot and give her some new sensations to make up for whatever discomfort the stretching would cause. There had been a video of a gent and his pointer-type dog I had downloaded recently of the gent anally penetrating the female dog in a similar position, only not on a sofa, nor with the man fully standing. As the TV flickered and yabbled in the background, I thought about just what I had down here that would help with this, so I wouldn't have to go upstairs for anything. There was lube in the bathroom cabinet, the enema bag in there too for Peaches to get cleaned out... I think I still had some condoms in the drawer of the end table over there from when I last had a human female in here as a date, in case I didn't want to go for the enema bag. Yeah, I think they were lubricated ones at that, so I wouldn't have to go much of anywhere.

Thinking and munching on my supper, I soon finished the food and sat there pondering, watching Peaches. I looked at the time and figured it was likely late enough that no one would be coming up to the farm this time of night anymore, and that even if the pig farmer did, I'd see the headlights making their way up the farm drive before he could see just what Peaches and I were up to. Peaches was pretending not to notice my watching her as she lay curled on the sofa. I couldn't help but smile as I pondered what vindictive things she might be planning to do to me in retaliation for affronting her dignity earlier.

Cleo looked up as she heard me chuckle at some of the thoughts - all quite likely and all relatively clandestine on Peaches' part. I looked to Cleo and rubbed her side with my foot. "Cleo, would you be upset if I mated with Peaches?"

I hadn't chose my words carefully at all, and while I loved Cleo so very very much, I knew it wouldn't be fair to Peaches and the others to just summarily cut them out of my sex life. Not that they'd necessarily be upset but that it'd change the relationship dynamic very much if I changed the manners and boundaries of how I interacted with them, just like how the boundaries had seemed to change for Peaches with the coming of Cleo.

Cleo reacted true to her nature and shook her head as she mostly lay out there on the floor, then laid her head back down. It seemed all my worries had been for naught, in that it seemed Cleo was more than willing to share me with others. You gotta love lioness' communal habits, sometimes. I know I do. "Thank you, Cleo." I said and foot-rubbed along her side some more before getting up from my chair.

"Peaches, you want to have some fun?" I asked. Immediately her head shot up and her expression towards me was no longer a glare. I walked to the kitchen door and Cleo just opened her eyes to follow me that way. "Do you need to go out, Peaches?" Peaches hesitantly got up and stretched with first her front legs, putting her at a very odd angle since her rear was still on the couch, then walking forward a bit with her forelegs while stretching her rear ones, before putting all four paws on the floor and padding my direction.

I set my plate on the counter near the sink to be washed, or perhaps reused before being washed, and went to the mudroom door. Peaches padded across the room and went out into the mudroom without any instruction from me. She stood there for a moment, in the way, and looked back over her back at me, her tail swishing. I looked curious at her. "What?" I asked. She turned and jumped up a bit to sniff at the coathook I usually hung the enema bag on, then looked to me, about head-height. I moved to her and kissed her nosie. "Not this time, honey. I've got something else planned. Unless you really want to be washed out like that."

Peaches sat down in front of me and her tail was swishing the floor behind her. I looked at her curiously. She jumped up to sniff the coathook again, then dropped back down to a seated position. When that didn't get the desired reaction, she moved to position herself across my path, lowered her front to the floor and raised her rump as high as she could, tail straight up into the air, and looked left to me. I laughed and got the hint. "Ok, girl. I'll go get it."

I couldn't help but shake my head as Cleo's unfocused gaze connected with me as I went through the kitchen door. I could have sworn she smiled a bit as I ducked into the bathroom for the lube and enema gear. Maybe she'd been telling Peaches how to interact with me. She had been watching the whole display from where she lay flopped out on the living room floor.... If they were communicating with each other, that'd certainly make things interesting, to say the least.

While I'd been away, Peaches had come back to the doorway between the kitchen and living room but turned around and padded back into the mudroom upon seeing me approach with the objects of her desire. I couldn't help but chuckle as my brain formed that phrase... How could one ever hope to explain to someone else that their pet cougaress enjoyed large things up her butt and clearly desired getting enemas? They'd just laugh and arrest you.

Peaches headbutted against my leg as I leaned over the mudroom sink filling the bag. "Yeah, yeah... hold on," I chuckled. "You know what's coming, don't you? You pervert..."

Peaches was purring as she rubbed across the backs of my legs, nearly making me fall and eat the edge of the sink as the bag filled more and more. Finally I shut off the water and screwed the tubing plug into the end and hung up the red rubber vessel. "You really ARE anxious for this, aren't you?"

Peaches didn't answer in the way Cleo did, but instead put herself in "the position" across my front as I knelt down and lubricated the bulbous nozzle. Without provocation from me, she lifted her tail fairly high and as I put the tip of the nozzle to her tailhole, she grunted, arched up and pushed back, sinking the black plastic object deep inside her. Her breathing was rapid as I pet her side. "You really are ready, aren't you? No need to rush it, honey..."

She seemed to calm a bit as what must have been some pain left her rear from rapidly taking the nozzle into her back passage. She lowered her front down in her typical posture and I released the clamp slowly, letting the fluid trickle into her, then flow. As usual, I start rubbing her tummy and lower abdomen as she takes more and more of the water, purrs coming from the other end as her tail lashes about a bit in her anxiety.

Feeling an odd brushing from the rear, I turn and see Cleo staring over my shoulder at the goings-on. She looked to me and I figured she was wanting an explanation.

"Peaches likes getting an enema to clean out her rear for when we mate. She can't mate with me like you do quite yet, as she's smaller than you are." I didn't figure Cleo would understand all that, but she nodded anyway. I wondered for a little bit just how much she COULD understand, but didn't have time to wonder too long as Peaches began to step in place with her hindlegs, both a symbol of her arousal but also that she was likely getting full. Indeed, the bag was almost empty so I stepped up the rubbing of her tummy, then clamped the tubes shut and disconnected her from the bag, the enema nozzle still inside her.

Peaches lay down and seemed to weigh her options of laying there and getting tummyrubs as was her usual habit, or going out to relieve herself right away and get on to "the main course", as it were. I scritched her tailbase as she decided and she got the typical "helium butt" of cats, raising her rear high at the attention even as she was deciding just what to do. Her rear was a sight to behold, with her vulva twitching a bit, the black plastic plug still stuffed in her slightly stretched pink pucker, which was bobbing a bit as well, likely due to internal spasms telling her to expel the tremendous amount of water that just invaded her.

She stood fully and padded the step and a half to the outside door, waiting for me to open it for her. I did and she readily dropped down the three steps to the ground and again waited, this time for me to "uncork" her.

I rubbed her head as I gripped the base of the enema nozzle. "You're such a good girl, Peaches. I still love you a lot, as you'll see."

Gently tugging and releasing the nozzle, it started stretching her rumpring more and more with each backwards tug until it popped free and I put a gentle bit of pressure against it, helping her by keeping her rear plugged as it twitched shut more and more. Then she walked off into the dark, a bit stiltedly in the rear, to empty herself. I went back in and Cleo was still waiting at the door.

I pondered... would she like it too? Peaches wouldn't necessarily know about it, since she usually took a little bit to empty out, and Cleo would use the dumper instead of going outside anyway.

Cleo sniffed the nozzle in my hand and I quickly washed it off in the wash-sink. "Think you'd like to try this, too?"

Cleo seemed to consider it for a moment, then nodded. "Even if it hurts some?" Cleo again nodded, without any sign of concern.

"Well, ok. Might as well have you both ready to go." I smiled and quickly filled the bag about 3/4 full, since Cleo had never done this before, unlike Peaches.

Cleo assumed the chest-down position that Peaches had been in and I quickly hung up the bag and lubed the nozzle. Cleo growled a little as the larger-than-standard bulbous nozzle slipped into her, but it didn't seem to meet any meaningful resistance, like it had the first time I had used it on Peaches. For the second time that day, I opened the clamp slowly and the water flowed into Cleo. Unlike Peaches, Cleo shifted around and started rubbing her rump against my chest as she took the water, so I reached and cupped, then massaged her swollen vulva, causing her to slit her eyes and rock her rump all the more. Soon enough the bag was empty and I quickly clamped and disconnected the tube.

Cleo stood and looked at me. I guessed she didn't know what to do next since she didn't see what happened outside. "Go to the water-room and get into place. I'll help you by pulling the nozzle out when you're ready to go." That seemed to satisfy her and she padded off to the bathroom with me shortly behind her. She nosed the toilet lid up and then sort of stood across the seat before putting first one hindpaw, then the other onto the seat crosswise, then shuffled into position with her rump seated down on the ring. "Lift your rear a little, and this might hurt a little."

Her rump rose some, enough for me to reach under, and just like with Peaches I tugged and relaxed, tugged and relaxed until the bulge popped out - again a lot easier than with Peaches. I held it in place for a moment then quickly got my hand and the nozzle out of the way. Just in time, it seemed, as there was a scratching at the back door and rattling of the knob.

Cleo had sat back down fully though hadn't released her load just yet. "You gonna be ok, Cleo?" I asked. She was breating a bit oddly but she nodded and I dashed out the door to let Peaches back in.

Peaches rubbed against my legs and purred as I let her back in from outside, and then she padded quickly through the kitchen to the base of the stairs by the living room. I chuckled and shook my head. "Not this time, girl. We're going to try something new down here," I told her as I grabbed the lube which I'd left on the mudroom sink, before shutting the kitchen door behind me. I quickly crossed the kitchen and patted the sofa. Peaches dropped down off the first step to turn as I walked past, then again stood on the first step, her body directed up the stairs as I sat down on the sofa. Again, I patted the cushion next to me and Peaches came over as odd sounds eminated from the bathroom. She stopped partway across the living room and turned in the direction of the hall as Cleo must have worked unloading herself.

"It's alright, Peaches, it's just Cleo. She'll join us in a moment." I don't know if Peaches understood me but she climbed up next to me, turned around, and planted her rear firmly in my lap. I couldn't help but laugh. "I know... I get the idea." I wriggled my hand between her rump and my lap and started massaging Peaches' smaller vulva. After having so much fun with Cleo, the size differences between the two was amazing, like the difference between a Dane and a Labrador in vulva size, more or less.

Peaches' reaction was no less definite than Cleo's as her rear began to twitch some and her purring began again. "You really do want me to mate with you. Well, we'll try it without the toys, ok? But I'll need you in a different position than usual." I pet her head with my free hand then slid it down to her tailbase. Sometimes the "helium-butt effect" can come in handy and though it was much more halting because of her enjoyment of my fingers at her vulva, true to nature her rump rose from my lap. She turned to look at me with a somewhat disgusted expression, but there wasn't any vengefulness behind it. I bent over and unlaced my boots, flipping them off with my toes, and then stood in my stocking feet. I undid my belt and let my pants fall about the same time the familiar sound of the toilet lid thudding down, then the flushing sound. Yep, she does everything except wipe.

I had already stepped out of my pants and was unbuttoning my shirt as Cleo came padding around the corner from the hall and stood by me. "Cleo, it's Peaches' turn so you can just lay down someplace," I said as I finished shucking my shirt off. Cleo nodded and chest-laid down by my recliner, clearly curious about the goings-on even though her expression never changed from its usual absense of expression.

Peaches was turning about on the couch trying to rub up against me as I dropped my briefs, freeing my member which had been tenting the matieral a bit from the time I slid the enema nozzle into my cougaress. Peaches turned about and sniffed it, which brought a bit of a bob in response. I wasn't fully erect yet, but that likely wouldn't take long given how sexy my Peaches' rump was. I stepped back from the couch and patted my leg. Peaches looked a little confused and then jumped down off the sofa.

I leaned forward and patted the back. That didn't bring the reaction I'd hoped for as she simply stood with all four feet on the seat of the sofa, so I tried it agian. Peaches' sniffed the spot I'd patted and looked to me with a confused expression. "It's alright girl, this is something unusual. Let's try it again." I stepped back and patted my leg again. Again, Peaches jumped down off the sofa and came to where I was. Again, I patted the top of the back of the sofa, and yet again she merely stood awkwardly and sniffed the spot.

Cleo must have decided there was enough of a stall in the live entertainment so she got up, pushed me aside a bit with her head and then climbed up to have her forefeet on the back of the sofa, hindfeet on the edge, and tail waving off in the air.

Peaches, who had been standing on the sofa, growled a little as Cleo came up, but then must have thought Cleo knew something she didn't and moved up alongside my lioness to sniff at the window, investigating if there was anything special there that had escaped her attention. I scritched both cats' backs and then centered myself behind Peaches, putting a hand on both her hips. She turned her head to look my way then I could see the enlightenment cross her face as her tail rose high and I pressed my crotch to her rump.

Cleo, apparently not wanting to make things uncomfortable for Peaches, turned away from us, walked her forepaws along the arm of the couch as she turned around to jump back down to the floor and returned to her spot to watch us. Peaches was starting to rub her rump against my crotch and my maleness rose to the occasion as it was rubbed against her vulva and the soft fur between her vulva and anus. The latter's reddish-pink ring was clearly visible set in the white fur of her undertail, and still bore some of the lube from the enema nozzle. I reached to the side and pulled open the drawer on the end table, revealing the opened box of lubricated Trojan Magnum condoms. Perfect for big men or small ponies.

Peaches turned her head to watch as I shifted about behind her, tearing away one of the foil packets with my right hand as I pet her hip with the left. I stopped for a moment and considered things... who did I want to cum in, Peaches or Cleo? Or both? It wouldn't be exactly kosher if I barebacked both of them, as it might transfer something from Peaches to Cleo... but... hm...

Peaches made up my mind for me by shifting her rump and pushing against my crotch, which caused the tip of my member to center on the bit of a divot between her tailhole and where her tail joined her body. I chuckled, "Ok girl... bareback it is." I dropped the condom back into the drawer and closed it, figuring I might use it if Cleo wanted vaginal sex tonight. But then again, I'd seen that her cervix was tightly closed so doubtful anything could ascend into her even if I did go to her bareback that way as well.

Peaches turned her head back forward, facing out the window as she heard the squidge of gel lube and felt the touch to her rear. I slipped one finger, then two into Peaches' tender tush. Her inner walls flexed some as her insides decided whether to expel or accept the intrusion, her face contorted a little bit as I tugged this way and that at her ring, helping that set of muscles to relax for something that was going to be significantly bigger than two of my fingers.

After a moment I figured she'd been sufficiently lubed and that she was as relaxed and stretched as she was going to be, so I cupped my member in the palm containing the lube and guided it to her opening, spreading the warmed gel along myself as I went.

Peaches' ring strained larger and larger, growling joining the purring from the other end as I watched her face start to contort through her reflection in the dark window. I could see most of my cockhead was inside her and so I gave a bit of a shove and she actually roared out as my cockhead slipped into her. Her forelegs were tense, and her claws engaged into the sofa some, her lips drawn back in a grimace as my free hand massaged her tense hind thigh, soon joined by its companion as her anus gripped my cock so very tightly I was almost concerned about the bloodflow.

"Good girl.... very good girl. I know you didn't have the stretching you usually do. It'll be alright. You should like this in a little bit..." I droned as I pet her and she gradually relaxed. "Ready for mor.... oh!"

She apparently had anticipated that question and shoved back, levered as she was in that position, and sank fully onto my cock. I leaned forward over her back and pet her tummy with my hands. "Such a good girl..."

I started oscillating my hips, just a little and then more and more. Peaches, for her part, was clearly enjoying it as likely the change in angle caused my cockhead to rub places in her only touched by toys so far. I felt a sort of lump my cockhead kept passing over and I wondered if that was really her cervix I was bumping against. She didn't seem to care as her insides rippled and twittered along my shaft. I leaned back and saw her pucker everting a bit, bright pink and wet looking, as I drew back before thrusting back into her. Quite a sight to say the least, and one I never would get tired of seeing.

She was oscillating her hips as well, thrusting backwards a bit in counter-thrust and changing her position now and again. I reached between her spread hindlegs and slipped two fingers up into her vulva, her clit nestled between the two. This brought a wholly different reaction from her as she started stepping with her hindfeet in this position in addition to her counter-thrusting. That changed the whole feel of her insides and it was GREAT. We were both panting and her eyes were slitted as I stuffed my fingers as deep into her and began thrusting as deep as possible, trying to shove all of myself as deep into her as possible as I got so very close.

She fired off first, without any appreciable warning, calling out loudly as her insides clenched on me, making my final thrust all the more tight and all the more difficult as I stuffed myself as deep into her ass as possible, her vestibule clenching on my fingers.

My breath came in gasps as I emptied myself into her tight and milking rear, both hands somehow back on her hips and holding her rump to my crotch as tightly as possible. In one of my more lucid moments of gasping before holding my breath I wondered if it hurt her. Apparently my concerns were unfounded as she was pressing back against me with just as much force as I was gripping her with.

As my strength started waning, and my legs were about to give out, I shifted ourselves to the left. Still holding her rump to my crotch, I swiveled to land on the sofa seat, her rump following me at what would become a right angle, as the last of my strength gave out.

Peaches eyes flashed widely in the reflection of the window as I dragged her rump to the side, but when it settled out with her seated firmly in my crotch and my cock still up her ass, she seemed to accept it without any issue. Her forepaws dropped down off the back of the couch as we settled out, but then I thought of something...

I reached over the arm of the sofa and hit the button, releasing the recliner mechanism for that seat and the footrest popped up and locked into place as Peaches rump, as well as my own, shifted some.

Peaches looked confused and was about to chest-lay on the sofa. "No, Peaches. Just wait." She complied, likely reacting to the "no".

I then thought about how to make the next move. Hm... perhaps this was a bit of a different opportunity, too.

"Cleo, can you get Peaches to lay out with her forepaws on the footrest like we do in my recliner?"

Cleo rose and stood at the end of the footrest and voofed. Peaches turned her head at the sound. Cleo then started sniffing and licking a bit at the bare footrest between my feet. Whether it was Peaches understanding Cleo, or if it was just her natural curiosity, she shifted about so she was still sitting on my crotch, but now we were facing the same direction. With Peaches' hindfeet outside my hips and my still-firm cock up her ass, she stretched to put her forepaws on the footrest and snuffled where Cleo had been licking before settling down in that position.

I was truly surprised. Communication or just process anticipation, Cleo was proving herself to be far more intelligent than I'd expected. I pet Peaches' spine and looked for the remote control for the TV. I found it and shifted some to pick it up off the floor, flipping on the nightly news. Cleo turned to lay back down and I raised my finger. She noticed the movement and stopped. I quickly evaluated the possibilities, then patted the sofa seats next to me. "You can come up here, Cleo. I'm sure Peaches won't mind since she's content."

Cleo came over and Peaches followed her, turning her head to look to the left as Cleo climbed up and settled onto the sofa, her rump snuggled up against Peaches' hip and my left leg as she scrunched into the remaining space, her head wedged against the left arm of the couch. Cleo watched Peaches and Peaches watched Cleo for a short while before Peaches lay her head down on her paws. Cleo closed her eyes and sighed, likely happily. With one hand on each right hindleg, I sighed happily too.

"I love you both. So very very much."

I laid back in the recliner as I mindlessly watched the late news, content with my two lovers.