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The usual lovers banter was painfully absent as Kit and Fennith got ready for the bath. Like she'd done maybe hundreds of times before, Fennith set about scrubbing out the tub, drawing the bath, checking the temperature, and adding a few bath salts as it filled. As the water rose, she found herself completely at a loss for words. She busied herself brushing out her coat, glancing up at her mate as Kit did the same. It was Kit's anguish that killed her the most. She could smell it, even if the tigress was doing her damnedest to put on a brave face.

The minutes ticked by in silence, the air heavy and making it difficult to breathe. Fennith felt trapped, and knew Kit did too. The last thing she wanted was to be used as a bargaining chip to make Kit give up a part of herself. Yet losing her was a terrifying prospect. In those times she'd been able to think straight, Fennith had been desperately looking for some happy solution to this mess she'd enabled. Failing miserably, but at least trying.

Lost in thought, it wasn't until Kit put her paw on her head that she realized the water had been turned off. Looking at her mate, seeing her unclothed beauty once again, she could almost believe everything was ok. When she stood, she couldn't help but cling to Kit for several seconds. Rubbing her face in her mate's chest, the normally comforting beat of the tigress's heart thudded in her ears, Fennith clenching her eyes shut and silently pleading for it to calm down.

Hot but not too hot, the water level rose as the two sunk into it. Lavender with a hint of mint reached their noses, each breathing it in in an effort to calm themselves. With the sloshing of water as the only sound, Kit turned Fennith as she herself leaned against the back of the large, almost jacuzzi-like tub, the pair snuggled together quietly in each others arms. The two mates stayed like that for some time, listening to each others breathing as they soaked. There were days they would stay like this for hours, simply enjoying each others company and warmth. Today it was almost mournful.

Kit broke the silence first, kissing Fennith on the back of the head. "I'm sorry I upset you."

The wolfess reached up and squeezed Kit's paws tightly, holding her close. "No, Mistress. Please don't blame yourself. This is my fault. I've put you in a horrible position."

Kit's paw moved up, wrapping around Fennith's muzzle and gently holding it closed. "No more of that, love." Leaning in and moving her mate's head towards her, Kit kissed the side of Fennith's muzzle a few times. "You didn't have much choice in the matter. Shi put us both here. I promise you, Fennith. Whatever shi thinks will happen isn't going to. You and Lyla don't deserve to be treated as playthings."

Rolling over in the water, Fennith kept her eyes down as she began gently massaging Kit. Her paws lingered everywhere, especially on the tigress's belly and breasts. She couldn't help but imagine what they might be like if Marie got her wish, the both of them swelling up with bunny hybrids. A few before and after pictures Marie had shown her of hir mother refused to leave her alone. What had been a fairly attractive lapine female had blossomed into a true beauty after the first litter, and each successive one seemed only to add to it. None of the drawbacks and all of the benefits of carrying young seemed to be a hallmark of being knocked up by the hyper bunny.

Would it really be so bad? Would having Kit join in really be so terrible? She could still work when she chose to, with no more running off at a moments notice halfway across the state. She'd have plenty of time to finish the house, and they'd have lots of little ones to play with...

But that wasn't Kit. Was it? She'd always been the dominant type. Maybe if Marie shared...? Fennith knew she was just reaching at this point, but the image of Kit swollen to immobility with bunny seed and kits refused to fade. Her mind was fogging over slowly but surely, the need to be filled increasing with each breath. Despite what just happened, Kit seemed to be flushing as well, purring lightly with eyes transfixed on the she-wolf. The wish that her mate possessed a cock as grand as Marie's lingered as well, Fennith finally looking Kit in the eyes.

Some unspoken need passed between them instantly, the mates on each other fervently. Tongues danced together as they splished and splashed, paws roaming over the other, touching, exploring, caressing. Their breasts rubbed together, stiff nipples brushing past each other repeatedly. Kits paws doted on her mate's many breasts, teasing and squeezing each pair in turn to the delight of her mate. Fennith's new found sensitivity had her panting quickly, writhing underneath Kit and grinding her pussy against her mate's thigh. When the tigress's paws reached the wolfess's pudgy belly, she mewed slightly into Fennith's mouth while rubbing it. She stroked the proof of Marie's claim in a daze, wondering how it could have grown that much in such a short time.

Though her own need was clearly increasing, Kit decided to try and relieve her mate's pent up desires. To prove herself up to the task. Breaking their kiss, she lowered her head as one paw slid to Fennith's nethers, lips closing around one swollen nipple as she lightly traced a claw along the outside of her mate's heated pussy. Her rough tongue ran over the sensitive bud, Fennith's back arching and dragging a whine of pleasure from her throat. The tigress caught her mate's clit between her fingers, pinching it slightly just as she sucked on that breast. Fennith's paws quickly grabbed Kit's head, holding it tightly as a familiar feeling passed through her nipples.

Kit's eyes were wide in surprise. Not only was Fennith much stronger than she remembered, but she could immediately tell what had hit her tongue. A squirt of milk from Fennith's free nipple hit her in the face, filling her nose with the scent. The wolfess's behavior over the milk glass suddenly made sense. Fennith had provided some of her own milk! But...so soon? It hadn't been a week and already Fennith was lactating! Straight from the source, it made Kit's head swirl. The warmth of her mate's body and the rich, creamy texture only improved the taste, adding to the euphoria it filled her with. Fennith cooed and squirmed, enjoying giving her milk easily as much as Kit enjoyed drinking it, not loosening her grip until her breast ran dry.

Without a word Kit moved to the other breast, eager to drain it as well. Kit's purring grew louder and louder as she played with her mate's nipple, feeling almost a compulsion to drink until there was none left. Her belly was feeling quite full, but she barely gave it any thought as she sought to consume all Fennith had to offer. Her mate's twitching hips brought her attention back to the paw teasing the wolfess's lower lips, her milk-induced stupor causing her to neglect it. One finger slid in, the significantly increased tightness yet another difference. Adding in a second finger was a bit of a struggle, but Fennith proved to be quite malleable even if it took more force to achieve similar results. Sliding them in and out, brushing all along Fennith's very slick inner walls, she did her best to alleviate the intense need built up in the poor she-wolf.

Though Fennith clearly enjoyed Kit's ministrations, it only went so far. Marie had hit places Kit could never touch, sent sparks through her body in ways she'd never experienced. Kit was working what she knew of Fennith's body as expertly as before, but it seemed the last five days had rewired her pleasure centers. As much as she didn't want to admit it, Fennith needed a cock. She needed to know that the end result was a swollen belly filled with gooey heat that seemed to squirm of its own volition within her. With Kit so enamored with her milk, Fennith chewed her lower lip as she tried to think of what to do.

Lost in her bliss, little twinges in Kit's belly grew more prominent, a warmth growing within that helped to cloud her reason. When the last of the milk was drained from her mate's breast, she pulled back and licked her lips, mrrring happily as she rubbed her softly bulging stomach. Finding no milk in Fennith's lower breasts, she grinned naughtily before turning the wolfess around, setting her on her paws and knees in the water. The position gave the tigress full access to her mate's pussy when the she-wolf lifted her tail. Her sandpaper-like tongue brushed all across those sensitive lips, Fennith gasping as a small shudder passed through her, Kit's fingers finding her mate's clit again. The tigress's tongue slid between those needy lips, teasing the wolfess's inner walls with that rough appendage.

The juices running from Fennith's pussy tasted different, though not bad. Perhaps it was the taste of a pregnant female. Thoughts of Marie were pushed aside, the tigress trying to enjoy this moment with her mate as best she could. The fact that she had been trying to get Fennith off quickly and repeatedly the whole time yet had little to show for it cut through her milk haze, Kit's purr turning to a growl for a moment as she began pushing her short muzzle into Fennith's still tight passage. The musky tunnel filled Kit's nose, every breath laden with her mate's pheromones as she worked deeper and more fervently.

The sensation of being filled was what finally started to get through. Though Kit's muzzle wasn't very long, it was wide enough to stretch Fennith's pussy. Every lick and breath sent shivers through her body, her tunnel twitching and sucking on her mate's muzzle greedily. She let her moans run free, wanting to encourage Kit any way she could. A soft thunk followed by a distinctive gurgling signaled Kit's draining of the water, the tigress not letting up at all as the level dropped. Fennith's nipples stood proudly in the cooler air, her orgasm growing closer and closer all the while, juices dripping out and soaking Kit's face as the hungry kitten lapped up all she could.

Nearing her much needed release, Fennith couldn't help but yelp when Kit suddenly pulled free. All set to turn around and beg, she found herself suddenly flipped, her mate carefully yet quickly setting her on her back in the quickly draining tub. Kit's muzzle was back in her snatch before she could so much as breathe, the tigress's strong arms wrapped around her thighs and gripping her waist as she went to town. The suddenness of the transition and Kit's enthusiasm had Fennith thrashing about, passing the point of no return as the she-wolf wrapped her legs tightly around her mate's head.

Kit felt a rush of joy and tiny bit of relief when she felt her mate's thighs close in on her. The howl of orgasm was music to her ears, the gush of sweeter fluids from deep within Fennith's pussy a banquet. She did not let up, wanting to prolong this bliss as much as she could. Her tongue raced across her mate's inner folds, gulping down her orgasmic juices even as more spilled out, soaking her face. Pinching and teasing the orgasmic wolfess's clit, stroking along her newly sensitive breasts, anything she could do to enhance the experience.

Still, she had to breathe. With a gulp of femcum, Kit pulled away a bit to get some air. Except...she couldn't. Always the stronger one, Kit had never had difficulty pulling back enough to inhale before, but she quickly found she couldn't move against the strength in Fennith's thighs. Trying to remain calm, she moved her paws to help give some leverage, but could barely get a few gulps in. Her actions actually seemed to stimulate Fennith more, the wolfess oblivious to her mate's silent predicament. Trying to find a better grip, Kit's paw pushed on Fennith's pudgy belly, resulting in a sudden gush of something new into her trapped muzzle.

It was thick. Heavy. She actually grunted from the impact on her nose. It was also sticky. The end of her muzzle was quickly coated, her nose plugged. Reflexively opening her mouth, a flood of it shot down her throat, the paste-like substance sticking to every surface and seemingly setting fast. Desperate, she started to swallow, finding it very, very difficult. More and more of the sticky fluid invaded her mouth with every gasp of air, the dam apparently burst and the tigress all but helpless to escape. Every time she closed her mouth to swallow, the flow would squirt out, soaking her face. It rapidly glued her eyes shut, setting into her fur and marking her with the potent musk. At least a pint made its way down into her belly by the time she began blacking out, slapping Fennith's thighs in a last ditch attempt to avoid unconsciousness.

Fortunately for her, she succeeded. The blissed out wolfess's attention was drawn to this odd action, finally noticing her mate's distress. Though still mid orgasm, she gathered enough presence of mind to unlock her thighs, Kit springing backwards and gasping desperately for air. Her muzzle was soaked off white, still coated in the sticky substance as she panted. A long strand of it connected to Fennith's pussy, unbroken even several feet long. Large bubbles began to form in Kit's nostrils, the fluid still gumming up her nasal passages and refusing to burst.

For several long seconds all that could be heard was Kit's gasping breaths and Fennith's panting. Once her orgasm had finally relinquished its hold on her, the wolfess finally realized the full extent of what had happened. She quickly began licking Kit's muzzle, trying to clear away Marie's fermented cum. Her mind raced, wondering exactly how much Kit had swallowed and wondering what a fresh dose might do to her. Under it all was the unmistakable delight, no, thrill of having some of Marie's cum after such a drought.

When she was finally able to open her eyes again, Kit found it difficult to focus her vision. Dazed, glazed, and confused, she sat thoughtless as Fennith worked to clean her, licking her lips and swallowing everything that had gummed up her mouth. She knew this taste, yet it was different. Cum. She wanted more. A paw set on her belly, feeling the churning milk and cum within even as a heat many times stronger than any she'd ever experienced flooded her senses. Gripping the side of the tub, claws digging into the ceramic tiles, she couldn't help but spontaneously cum.

As the wave passed over her, she tried to stand, only to fall to her paws and knees and cum again. Every nerve in her body was on a hair trigger, her every sense overloaded in sudden, unfocused pleasure. Her claws gouged the bottom and sides of the tub as spasm after spasm gripped her entire being, yowls of pure bliss erupting from her regardless of her wishes. Again and again she came, each one rolling into one long explosion of unyielding, almost painful pleasure. Fennith's worried touches only made it worse, eash stroke or kiss or hug multiplying Kit's desire to be fucked until she felt she might burst.

For more than an hour, Kit was locked in full body orgasms, exhausted but unable to rest. Every muscle screamed out for rest, only to be used once more as Kit fell into yet another storm of painful pleasure. Finally, mercifully, they died away. Kit lay on the tub bottom, the formerly smooth surface marred and all but unsalvageable from the damage done by her now worn claws. Barely able to move, she lacked the strength to comfort her sobbing mate, Fennith despondent over her role in what had just transpired. Sore and feeling as if she'd just run three triathlons, it was all she could do to prop herself up.

Fennith's grooming of her might have ended similarly if not for Kit's extreme exhaustion. Every stroke of the brush, every pass of the towel, every catch of the comb was some perfect mix of pleasure and pain, her skin hypersensitive and her state not letting her properly resist the bliss driving its way into her brain. Fennith's repeated apologies only half registered, the attempted explanation through her mate's cracking voice almost entirely lost to the fog settling over her mind. She couldn't decide if she was relieved or disappointed when Fennith finished. All she could think of was sleep.

Relying almost completely on Fennith to drag her to bed, she nearly missed how little it seemed to bother her mate to carry her larger size. Thankful they didn't run into Marie along the way, Kit could scarcely recall a time when their bed looked as welcoming and comfy as it did now. With what strength remained, she propped herself up against it, giving Fennith a kiss before pulling the sheets back.

What hit her knocked her almost insensate. The faint smell from earlier invaded every sense, Marie's fertile musk rocking her entire world. Hidden beneath the sheets, the bunny's mark on Kit and Fennith's bed had lain in wait. The tigress growled angrily even as consciousness left her, furious at Marie and at herself. The last thing on her mind as she slipped into dreamland was whether she wanted to fuck Marie to death or keep her around as a pet...