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Makuta adapts to the life inside a warm, cozy home. He learns more about the tricks in a feline's arsenal by training with his friends and explores the wide garden of his home. When a mouse chase leads Makuta inside a suspicious alley, he finds himself surrounded by three stray cats. Caught off guard and unprepared, Makuta has to do everything he can to escape a potentially dangerous situation. Will our cat remember the skills that allowed him to survive on the streets? Only you can find out that answer by reading the full story below. Hint: There's quite a few steamy moments happening at the end!

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Makuta slept soundly in his warm bed. Worries, concerns and even fears drifted away when he found himself cuddling with his beloved friends. Three weeks have passed since Jones, the kindest, warmest, and most adorable human on the planet changed Makuta's life. Not only he avoided a horrible mutilation at the hands of a stupid shelter boy, but he found a new home, new friends, and a much better life.

In Jones' care, Makuta was free to do anything he wished, although his two companions always came up with the best suggestions. Last night they snuck out in the garden to chase mice. The little rodents thought a little bit of darkness could protect them. They couldn't be any more wrong. Cats were blessed with incredible sight at night, and could discern even the darkest shades of black.

Not that eyesight helped Makuta catch anything. His limbs still had to get used to movement after the years he spent inside the shelter. A small cage was no proper place for a cat. Shelby and Nyx were quicker, sharper, and better at everything. Makuta felt a bit disheartened because of that. Even Shelby, with his extra size and chubby legs managed to run faster, climb trees more efficiently, and even catch small prey. They were proper cats from all points of view, yet they never put themselves above Makuta. Teaching and advices were favored over bullying. It took a bit for Makuta to get used to that. Life on the streets always had a rough edge to it. Makuta always slept with an eye open at night, wondering if a dog or another group of cats would come and chase him away from his little turf. Life was like that back then. Strays owned only the fur on their bodies. The rest was up for the taking.

A home seemed so quiet and pleasant compared to that. It took a few days for Makuta to shake off his unpleasant memories of his previous life, but they never completely vanished.

One way or another, his past life still returned to him, in the form of memories, flashbacks, or dreams.

Makuta opened his eyes. He blinked a few times and looked around to see the edges of his basket and the silky cushion underneath his paws. He lifted a paw and licked it, feeling the scratch of barbs upon his sensitive pads. Makuta relaxed. He was still in the same house, sleeping in the same basket, listening to the purrs and mewls of his two dearest friends.

Mewls, or moans? Makuta lifted his head from the comfort of his warm bed and looked behind to see Shelby furiously pressing his forepaw down on something between his legs. His ears were raised though, and his tail jerked every time a rough meow left his throat. He seemed to enjoy himself quite a lot. A simple kneading couldn't provide such delight. It had to be something warmer. Wetter. And a lot more intimate than a simple bed cushion.

Makuta slowly crawled towards the two cats. Nyx flicked his tail from left to right, his head buried right between Shelby's legs. Wet licks slid around flesh and fur, flaring Shelby's purr. His toes shivered and spread, revealing the tips of the cat's snow white claws.

Makuta approached further. He had a few thoughts on what might stir Shelby in such a way. The smell entering his nostrils provided a strong clue, yet seeing was infinitely more rewarding. After he went around Shelby's flank, Makuta finally saw the source of the rowdy mewls and the delightful scent.

A fully aroused cock with flared barbs and dripping tip was pressed between the fingers of Shelby's white, moistened paw. He grabbed around the base of his throbbing meat, flexed his toes once to rub and squeeze his balls, then lifted his paw to repeat the stimulating assault.

That's when Nyx intervened. With Shelby's cock freed from the oppressive paw, the black cat dashed his tongue around the hardened lump of meat. Shelby trembled with delight. He simply adored that moist, barbed tongue. He thrust into it two or three times, then slammed his paw back upon his balls. That's when he moaned and shivered and mewled.

"He's not going to last long now," Nyx said, licking his whiskers off Shelby's precum.

"How do you know?" Makuta asked, still a bit dizzy from his untimely awakening.

"I can feel it in his muscles, fuzzy cat," Nyx pushed his nose into Shelby's balls. "Everything about him is hard as stone."

Shelby hissed and slapped Nyx's muzzle. "I need warmth, not words. Just put that tongue back to work."

Nyx approved with a hearty purr. He washed his tongue around Shelby's cock, rubbing and stimulating him in many different ways. Sometimes the barbs on the middle of his tongue scratched the cock's sensitive tip. Other times, Nyx used his nose and whiskers to stimulate the flaring barbs. Nyx definitely knew how to pleasure his mate, and Shelby couldn't handle that teasing for more.

"I'm...I'm close," he moaned, pushing both paws into his throbbing cock. Drops of precum leaked from the tip, quickly slurped by the black cat's hungry muzzle.

"Tell me when," Nyx said between his messy slurps.

Shelby massaged his balls a bit more, kneading around the plump orbs. Nyx too licked them. He pushed and grabbed around their firm form, urging Shelby's seed to spill forth.

"Now," Shelby lifted his paw, allowing his cock to squirt on its own. "I'm just...so close to..."

Nyx didn't allow his friend to finish. He pushed his head forth and opened his muzzle, taking Shelby's whole cock inside. The big cat threw his head back. A shrilling moan escaped from his throat. His toes curled and spread, clawing at the air as his muscles tensed all along his body. Shelby's tail shivered, twitching and curling around one of Nyx's forepaws.

Makuta crawled closer to Shelby's balls. They shivered with quick bursting spasms, sending jets of heated seed inside Nyx's muzzle. The black cat bobbed his head up and down. Wet noises escaped his lips. He suckled quickly, smothering Shelby's cock with more warmth than he could handle.

Makuta held his breath. He knew Shelby came hard. He saw it in the way he spasmed and moaned. Cumming inside something so hot and lubricated like a muzzle must have felt divine. Flesh squeezed him from all sides, milking his balls down to the last drops. Makuta's own heart thundered with excitement as he watched Nyx's busy cheeks inflating and deflating around Shelby's throbbing cock. He suckled and slurped in a very noisy way, taking in every drop of moisture Shelby offered. The climax lasted a dozen heartbeats. Makuta felt all hot and aroused when Shelby finally tapered off.

"Mrrr...that was so good," he said, a dreamy expression draped over his face as he licked his whiskers with obvious satisfaction.

Nyx released his cock. A few drops of milky fluid dribbled down his lips to fall upon Shelby's retreating cock. Makuta purred at the sight of fresh seed. He almost snuck his tongue out, ready to lick it until Nyx cleaned the mess with a few strokes of his tongue.

"Seed is my favorite breakfast," he purred as he pushed Shelby's balls and cock around with his eager tongue. "It's so tasty. And healthy, if I may add."

Makuta remained silent. He got unreasonably stiff after witnessing such a juicy sight. His cock pressed hard into the cushion below, demanding its own release.

"Shall I service you too?" Nyx asked. His eyes gleamed with desire, and the way he purred made Makuta's decision even harder.

"I don't...don't know," the blue cat wrapped his tail around his legs.

Nyx abandoned his grooming duties. He rubbed against Makuta, sniffing along one of his flanks. "Your mind says one thing, but your cock has a different opinion."

"I'm not hard," he lied.

"You are," Nyx licked one of Makuta's ears. "I could smell your tasty arousal even if I was in the other end of the house."

"Well...maybe I am a bit aroused, but it is still too early in the morning to spend my seed," Makuta said.

"Too early?" Shelby laughed. "There's no such thing, dear horny cat. We're not females to seek pleasure only when heat rolls in."

"He's right," Nyx said, licking seductively around Makuta's muzzle. "I can have you any time I want, my lovely blue kitty. Question is..." he licked Makuta's nose, then retreated just a bit to look into his eyes. "Will you have me?"

Warm shivers claimed Makuta's body. Nyx was always so persistent and lovely. His amber eyes were always hard to resist, and the mere thought of his warm tongue around such a sensitive part of his body made Makuta shimmer with lust and desire.

"I...I want to..."

"You can tell me, dear cat," Nyx licked him encouragingly. "I will agree to any choice you'll make."

"I want to eat," Makuta finally found the strength to speak properly.

"Seed or food?" Nyx smiled.

"Food."

The two cats laughed at that. Makuta felt slightly embarrassed with his decision until the two pulled him into a cuddle pile. They smothered him with licks and affection, ruffling his fur from head to tail. After that, they each jumped out of the basket to stretch their muscles. There was nothing better than a morning exercise with a throbbing erection under his tail. Makuta loved stretching, especially when he leaned on his forepaws. His back muscles tensed so tight that his tailhole clamped shut. That sent a surge of pleasure along his crotch, culminating with the expulsion of two strings of precum out of his flaring cock. Makuta mewled wishfully, scratching the wood with his protracted claws.

"Don't take it out on the wood pal," Nyx said.

"If you want relief, you just have to tell us," Shelby added.

They both rubbed and groomed Makuta in a clean and considerate way by keeping away from his privates. Makuta appreciated that. He led the way towards the kitchen, slapping the two needy felines with his tail. Although they didn't lick, both cats loved the smell of arousal. They bumped heads and pushed each other, each one trying to keep his nose as close as they could to Makuta's exposed cock.

"Stop that. He'll see," Makuta hissed at them.

"Who, Jones?" Nyx nipped on his tail.

"He doesn't really care," Shelby pushed his friend away, freeing Makuta's fluffy tail from the black cat's gentle grip.

Makuta remained unconvinced. He quickly looked around, making sure they were still alone. "Maybe he does. Please behave."

"We are behaving," the two surrounded Makuta.

"By sniffing and drooling over my cock? Come on guys..."

"You aren't a real cat unless you are curious," Nyx said with a quick lick over Makuta's nose.

His left ear was taken by Shelby, who licked with the same affection. "I agree with my buddy, Makuta. The fact that you smell so good just makes it hard for us to resist this tasty temptation."

Makuta shook his head and slapped his tail. "It's not the right time to get tempted. We're almost inside the kitchen. If Jones sees you-"

"What?" Nyx blocked Makuta's path. "What do you think it will happen?"

"Nyx, it's rude to block our pal like that. Move away."

"I got this, Shelby," Nyx said with a raised paw. "Just want to hear what our fuzzy cat thinks."

"I don't know what will happen. Truly," Makuta looked down. "I just...just don't want another human to think I'm gross or weird."

Nyx and Shelby burst with amusement. "You are such a silly cat!"

"Really, Makuta? You even surprised me!" Shelby said.

"Jones loves everything about cats. No exceptions."

"He saw us grooming, mating, and even cumming into each other. He hasn't said a single word about that."

"Probably because you were too fast, Shelby."

"Only because you are so tight, Nyx," the bigger cat added. "I could barely fit half of my cock inside when I first mated you."

"Oh really? Because I remember quite a different story."

"Tell me," Shelby crouched, staring straight at Nyx. "I dare you."

Nyx settled on his haunches, casually rubbing the tip of his tail along his chin. "You were so quick and eager that you spilled your essence long before you entered me."

"That's not how it happened!" Shelby hissed.

"It is!" Nyx slapped his muzzle with a paw and looked towards Makuta. "Don't listen to this silly cat, Makuta. He's even worse at lying than you are."

"I'm...relieved to know that," Makuta said.

"Relieved? That's a good word," Shelby noted. "Maybe I should tell you how Nyx used our master's shirt to relieve himself of his urges!"

The two cats entered a heated debate, mrowing, pouncing, and chasing one another. Makuta was grateful for the temporary disruption of his plans. He walked around the living room, distracting himself with mundane activities until his arousal died down. Then, once the conflict ended, the three cats walked together into the kitchen.

Jones smiled at them as soon as they entered through the half opened door.

"I hope you didn't argue over breakfast. I have enough food for everybody."

"Oh, Nyx already had breakfast."

"A delicious serving of creamy, tasty seed," Nyx rubbed and licked around Shelby's chin.

"That's-that's not what happened," Makuta stepped forth. "We did talk about seed for a bit, but-"

"Alright, I can see you are very hungry. Wait just a bit please," Jones said, chewing on a piece of bread.

Makuta felt teeth wrapping around his tail. He looked back, watching Nyx and Shelby paw and lick at his tail.

"Mewl all you want, Makuta. Humans will not understand cat speak as much as we try to understand dog."

"He always seems to acknowledge our words though," Makuta said.

"Only because he knows our behavior," Shelby added. "We've been his pets for years."

"And it's only normal for a father to love his children."

"We aren't his-"

"I know," Nyx interrupted. "He just treats us like that. Just look at what he's holding if you don't trust my words."

Shelby did that. They all did. Royal Duck Deluxe was a cat's favorite treat, and the three started rubbing and pleading for the meal. Jones laughed and rubbed them in turns. Makuta loved how his caring hands slid along his fur. Jones was very gentle. He scratched between his ears, followed along his back, and tickled the insides of his flanks. Makuta loved that. He purred heartily, backing into his hand. His balls touched the human's wrist, forcing his cock out of his sheath.

Makuta leaped forth at that.

"Hit a ticklish spot, did I?" Jones laughed.

Makuta meowed warmly and walked back. Too bad he had to compete with his two friends for all the attention. Nyx and Shelby loved rubbing as much as any cat had the right to. Jones used one of his hands to treat all of them, while the other poured the Royal Duck Deluxe into the bowl.

The smell of spiced meat attracted the felines like a magnet. They all dug into the bowl, grabbing and chewing hungrily on the chunks of juicy meat.

Jones got up and sat back in his chair. "Don't rush. There is enough for everybody."

The cats still ate rather quickly. The sauce was delicious, and the small chunks of spiced meat were fantastic. Makuta thoroughly savored his breakfast. He cleaned the bowl along Shelby and Nyx, then groomed while Jones finished the rest of his breakfast.

The trio accompanied him on the way out to his car. He had to go to the studio to film more of that boring Bolt movie. Makuta never cared too much about it. He wanted Jones to remain home. The house was rather empty without its caring master.

"Be good and don't get into trouble, my dear felines," Jones said as he crouched, arms open for his dearest felines. Nyx and Shelby jumped into his lap, while Makuta affectionately rubbed around a leg.

"Oh, come here you fuzzy feline. Don't stay there by yourself," Jones grabbed him with a hand and pushed him to his chest. He squeezed all three of them, ruffling and scratching and kissing their fur.

"I'll be back before the sundown. You know the rules, right?"

They all meowed at the same time.

"Good. Respect them and be safe. I...don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you."

Jones dragged his voice and stood up, releasing the three cats. He opened the door to his car, looked at them one more time, waved, then slammed it shut.

"He seemed a bit emotional," Makuta said once he drove off.

"Jones always gets like that before he leaves," Nyx turned around towards the gardens.

Makuta rubbed into him, emerging on his right. "What are the rules he mentioned?"

"Short version?" Nyx threw him a quick glance. "Don't get out of this yard."

"What shall we do, then?"

"We can play in the gardens," Nyx said, flicking his tail above his black orbs as he took the lead.

Shelby joined him. He curled his tail around Nyx's, then looked back at Makuta. "We can play chase, or hunt mice, or climb upon anything that strikes our fancy."

"Or you can join us in this game of tails. What do you say, Makuta?"

The blue cat dipped his head and quickly joined Nyx. They walked back towards the main gate, wrestling with their tails and licking each other's ears.

Nyx climbed the fence first. Shelby followed after. Makuta lifted a paw, unsure if his claws were strong enough to pull. He scratched at the wood once. The tips of his white claws stuck between the wrinkly texture, offering an unyielding grip. Makuta took a deep breath and pushed himself up. All of his paws latched onto the surface of the fence, holding him in place. He looked up, closed his eyes when he saw the height, then leaped. All it took were three quick jumps before he found himself landing back into the grass.

"That wasn't hard, was it?" his friends greeted him on the other side.

"Not at all," Makuta smiled. "I kind of liked it!"

"We should do that more often then!"

Nyx and Shelby decided to put Makuta through some proper cat training. They walked throughout the gardens, inspecting the best opportunities at testing a feline's capabilities.

They started with speed. The three felines retreated inside a patch of flowers, eyes fixed on the sparrows that landed in the grass in search for worms and other small insects. Makuta's task was simple. He had to stalk through the bush and pounce on the birds once he got close enough.

"Is it really necessary to kill the birds?" Makuta asked.

"What kind of question is that? You're a cat. The answer should be more obvious than Shelby's balls!"

"I'm not that obvious!" The tawny cat pulled on Nyx's whiskers.

"Mrow, of course you are," he pawed the tawny menace away and looked at the blue cat. "Makuta, just do your best."

"Which actually means try your hardest because you aren't going to catch them anyway," Shelby added as he retaliated with his own series of strikes.

"You truly know how to encourage me, guys," Makuta crawled away just as they started scuffling.

"I know, right?" Nyx said.

"Come back with lunch!" Shelby added shortly after.

Makuta licked his muzzle and shook his head. His friends were so silly sometimes. He turned his attention towards the sparrows. Slow, measured movements allowed him to slink through the bush without making a sound. He approached carefully, eyes fixed on the sparrows. Two of them poked at the grass, unaware of the danger looming near.

Makuta tensed. He waited until their heads disappeared inside the grass. Then, he pounced. The birds scattered in the blink of an eye. Makuta jumped after them, paws flailing. They were way above him, mocking his failure with sharp chirps.

"You rushed. Maybe we should start with something more in tune with your abilities," Nyx said.

"Let him try again. Those stupid birds will come back," Shelby said.

"Nah. I just have a better idea than bird hunting."

Nyx led Makuta towards the back gardens. Jones liked to hang out here during the evening. He had a pool and a couple of his favorite feline statues nestled among the vegetation. A living fence webbed around, forming stealthy pathways between the scarce trees.

Makuta had to hunt mice for his second training session. He was sent alone, as always, and had to find the rodents using his heightened perception. That was slightly more difficult to accomplish with so much noise going around. Cars, dogs, people, birds...they all chattered and broke the silence in their own ways, and none was too pleasant. Makuta relied more on his eyes. He shuffled along the fence, looking for activity in the grass. Today was a day for bugs. Makuta chased a few through the air. Butterflies were his favorite. He jumped and pawed at their wings, trying to bring them down.

He couldn't. Even insects were faster than his paws.

"A proper cat I am," Makuta sighed. "Can't even catch a damn insect. I wouldn't survive a week on the streets."

But he did. He survived months. Makuta just preferred to bury his memories, along with the skills he acquired.

He shook his head and kept searching. Eventually, he stumbled upon a small rodent. Silky and stealthily, Makuta crouched. The mouse had no idea what kind of danger approached. It walked on its tiny legs, shuffling through the grains of dirt.

Makuta pounced. The mouse fled under the living fence. Makuta too pushed through. He emerged on the other side, chasing right after the scaredy rodent. The mouse was so much faster than he expected from such a tiny creature. It bolted right through the vegetation, zipping around like a mote of dirt. Makuta tried to keep it in sight, yet the different types of flowers and grasses got his senses confused. He stopped with a defeated mewl and looked around.

The mouse was gone, lost among the vast reaches of the garden.

"Still better than our first attempts. You learn quick, fuzzy cat."

"I can catch them," Makuta joined his friends. "I just need a clear path. There are too many places to hide inside these gardens."

"Then use those to your advantage," Nyx said. "Hunting will never be fair. The prey loses its life if caught, while the predator spends years honing his skills."

"So that's how it is?" Makuta said drily. "I will need years to catch a mouse?"

"Not really. Jones can buy them from human shops."

"They're quite tasty too, though we both prefer Royal Duck Deluxe," Shelby looked towards Nyx.

The black cat dipped his head in appreciation. "Duck is so much better compared to mice. Come now, Makuta. We still have one more objective to accomplish."

Makuta wondered why he was led in front of a fountain. Thirst, perhaps? Neither Shelby nor Nyx showed any inclination to approach the cascading water.

"What do I have to do here?" Makuta touched the soaked stone with a paw.

"It's simple. You climb the edge of the lower basin and look for one of the shiny coins dropped inside," Nyx said.

"Use your claws to fish them out," Shelby said.

Makuta thought for a bit. What an awkward request. He looked back towards his friends. "How is this any useful?"

"It is," the cats said at the same time. "Just get the coin and we'll talk later."

Makuta begrudgingly accepted. He placed his forepaws on the cold edge of the fountain, then used his claws to pull himself up. The perch was quite small. Makuta's claws dug into the stone for extra balance. He tapped the water with a paw, then hissed. It was ice cold.

"You can do it, Makuta!"

"Try again! You'll get to the bottom of this."

Makuta gritted his teeth and pushed his paw through the water. His fur was completely soaked in the cold liquid. He pushed towards the coins, unsheathing his claws. They slipped right between his fingers, taunting them like fish in a bowl.

"It's too slippery," Makuta pulled his paw up. "I don't think I can-"

A force pushed him forward, sending him straight into the frigid pool. Makuta mrowled and spat. He splashed the water with desperation, sending droplets all around his flailing paws. He latched onto the slippery edge and leaped, falling onto the grass.

"You look-look like-"

"A half drowned kitten!

Nyx and Shelby were on their backs, melting with amusement. Makuta didn't taste the joke as well as they did. He pounced Nyx, then rubbed into Shelby, getting both of them wet.

They didn't mind. For them, water was just another excuse for grooming. Makuta thoroughly enjoyed their warm tongues upon his fur. Nyx licked around his head, while Shelby took the rear. Apparently, a cat had to be crafty as well. The fountain was a test of deception, and Makuta bit straight into it. He thought it unfair that his friends would deliberately lie to him, yet that was an important lesson to learn.

Once they were dry and warm, Nyx and Shelby showed Makuta their favorite observatory. Makuta's heart pounded with excitement. He never saw an observatory before. He followed Nyx's tail as he climbed the tree, one leap at a time. The black cat passed the first few branches, then jumped upon the broadest one in the middle. Makuta did the same, keeping his claws firmly dug into the bark. Nyx led him along the branch, towards the small house built onto the very edge.

Makuta slowly entered inside the small cabin. It was rather small and looked nothing like Jones' house. There were no decorations or even carpets, just four wooden walls worn with age.

"It looks like a cage, a..."

"Ruin with a roof," Shelby laughed. "I know. This little house has seen better days."

"Will it hold?"

"Yeah," Nyx pushed the wood around the edges. "See? It's resilient, unless you happen to be Shelby."

"I weight as much as you, Nyx."

"Sure you do," the black cat taunted.

"I love you too."

Nyx swished his tail. "Oh, come here already, you fluffy bundle of adorableness."

"I knew you can't resist me," Shelby smiled.

The two licked their muzzles and invited Makuta to join them. After a few tongues carefully placed around his nose, they showed him the whole neighborhood. Houses of similar heights and colors sprang in lines between the living corridors formed by the trees. Makuta was pleasantly surprised with the wildness of this particular area. There was a lot of life around compared to the desolation of his city.

"Are those pigeons?" Nyx stretched his neck over the edge.

"They seem to be," Shelby grabbed him just in case. "Fat John must be feeding them again."

"You know what that means, right?'

"It's open season!" Nyx said cheerfully. "Will you join us too, Makuta?"

Makuta shook his head. "I'd love to remain here a bit more. The sight is very pleasant."

"As you wish," Nyx licked him lovingly.

"Enjoy the view," Shelby added with his own wet lick. "When we get back, It's you we will enjoy!"

Makuta's heart skipped a beat at that. He licked his dear friends and watched them run towards their pigeons. The birds scattered in a storm of wings, though they never remained airborne for long. The promise of food always brought them back into Nyx and Shelby's claws. They only pestered the birds, tripping their legs or nipping around their wings.

Makuta settled on his belly, tail wrapped around himself as he watched his friends play with the pigeons. He liked watching the birds fly. They were so free, unbound by any obstacle or restraint. Makuta enjoyed the same freedom. Up here, he felt he could explore whatever area his eyes settled upon. He looked towards the forest rising ahead, then at the sides. The big city could be seen towards sunset, with its huge buildings and polluted air. Towards Sunrise, Makuta could only see the canopy of the tree and a big part of Jones' house. Maybe this was not the most elaborate observatory, yet it served to prove an important point. The world was a big, wonderful place compared to the tiny room of his shelter. Makuta pondered upon the life he had after his rescue. Warm meals, warm friends, and a caring master that brought him everything he needed. It was hard to imagine a life that got better than this.

Makuta licked between the fingers of a paw. The wind pleasantly caressed his fur, and the noon sun had a delightful warmth to it. Makuta basked in the warmth. He closed his eyes, lazily licking along a forepaw. He went through his time at Jones' house day by day, losing himself in the memories until his eyes drifted towards the pool. He almost fell into that during his mice chases, yet he never explored what hid in the tiny garden beyond.

Makuta allowed the curiosity to get the best of him. He climbed down from the observatory and ran towards the back of the house. The living fence and the flowers became scarcer. Piles of old objects were thrown on either side, losing much of their initial looks and purpose. It felt rather sad to see so much trash in one place, but there was a bright side to it.

Makuta smiled. Despite the strange smells, there were plenty of mice hiding here. He lowered on the ground, adopting a stalking pose. One mouse emerged from its hiding, searching for food. Makuta trailed it all the way towards the yellow fence ahead of him. It had no means of escaping now. Makuta pounced. His paws lashed forth, descending upon the tiny rodent. Makuta felt it squirm beneath his paws. He pressed harder, hissing as he struggled to end the life of his prey.

Something moved. Makuta didn't know what until loud barks rang inside his ears. His instincts exploded into awareness. Instant panic flooded Makuta. His hair rose along his back as he spat at the unseen threat. He looked left, then right. The fence!

Without thinking, Makuta climbed over the fence and dropped into the alley on the opposite side. Then, he ran, as far as he could from the barking menace. Shelter. That's all what he had in his mind as he ran along the grey, man made road.

He found a desolate alley not far away from his home. Makuta ran inside, then stopped to catch his breath. He was shivering. Dogs always terrified him with their slobbering maws and loud barks. Some even killed cats right before his eyes.

Makuta looked around, ears perked. The dog still barked, but it was far away to pose no immediate threat. Makuta retreated behind a box and curled around himself. He needed to rest and recover before running back. Panic always bred the wrong decisions, and the last thing he wanted was to run into another tod. Makuta soothed his shivering flesh with quick strokes of his tongue. They felt so good. So calming. Makuta immersed himself in his grooming. All he knew was the warm tongue upon his fur.

Then, something clanked. A hiss quickly followed.

"Bloody idiot. You never watch where you're going," a voice said.

"Cause I never need to. Have something lot more exciting to watch," another answer, slightly deeper than the previous.

"Like my balls?"

"They're scarred and ugly. Why would I look upon your stones? Boss has better balls than ya do!'

More hisses followed. Makuta realized two things. One was that he understood the hisses and the words. His intruders were cats. The second thing was that he didn't recognize their voices, meaning they were complete strangers.

That realization chilled his blood. Like humans, cats were either good or bad. Makuta remained hidden, waiting to see in which category these fit.

"So tell me more about that runt you raped."

"Sheyla?"

"She had a name?"

"Pff. I always give them names."

"That's cause you always stupid. Tell me how you focked her and get to the point."

"Isn't much to say. Waited until she left her pretty mommy, then pounced her."

"Young she was, then?"

"Oh, very. Barely in the bosom of her first heat."

"You focked a virgin?"

"Course I did. Grabbed her neck until she bled, then spilled my balls inside her while she mewled her heart out. Gave her a heavy belly, I did."

"How do you know that?"

"I still follow her family. Want to give them all a pretty big belly once they run off by themselves."

"Keep the mother for me. I like them big and feisty."

They stopped talking, leaving Makuta trembling in despair. Rapists were the worst kind of cats, even more so than dogs! He had to flee. Had to run. Had to find a way to-

"Oy!"

Makuta clamped his muzzle shut. He retreated away from the nearby box, stepping as silently as he could on the cold stone below his paws.

"Wha're you lookin' at? Want me to tell another story?"

"Shush stupid. I heard something."

"Y'always hear things."

"And I'm always focken' right. Came from that box over there."

Makuta closed his eyes. They discovered him! Their soggy paws splashed on the ground, drawing closer with each step.

Makuta didn't wait for the inevitable to happen. He bolted from his shelter, running away from the crazy cats.

"It's another cat!"

"How goody! Catch it!"

They were right upon his tail. Makuta knew it within his heart. He didn't dare to look back, dashing as quick as he could towards the opening ahead.

A shadow appeared from around the corner, small and unimpressive in size.

Another cat.

Makuta skidded to a stop just a few paces away from the fluffy stranger.

"Help, please!" He panted, pointing a paw towards his assailants. "Those two are after my tail!"

"Are they?" the tabby feline rounded Makuta. It was slightly bigger than him, with well groomed fur, clean paws, and a fluffy tail to envy. Underneath rested two plump spheres, hinting at the feline's gender.

"Y-yes," Makuta crouched behind the cat. "Please don't let them come closer. Or say I'm not here. That I ran away."

The tabby cat stepped towards the two approaching felines.

"He says you should stop."

"And what do you say, boss?" one of them asked with a smile.

Makuta didn't know which one spoke. He only saw the tabby cat's devious grin as he turned his head around.

"I say he's all yours."

"No..." Makuta backed away. "Why...?"

"Cause he's our boss, stupid," the black cat with the ruffled fur said. It looked unkempt. Dirty patches of fur covered his body, covering the many scars he earned during his life on the streets.

"Boss?" Makuta whimpered.

"Heard that well, little cat," the Siamese who bragged about raping females stepped forth. "Kerr is our leader. The dirt under your paws, the buildings around, even the air you breathe is his!"

"That makes you ours too," the runty black pointed with a paw. "So bring that pretty blue head close so I can mark you."

The tabby cat hissed and slapped the black one. "You aren't worthy enough to mark the shit you take. This one came to me. By right, that makes him mine."

The black cat retreated with a submissive mewl. "Sure, boss. Go right ahead."

"Make sure to spray him well," the Siamese added, licking his whiskers excitedly for what was about to happen.

Makuta looked behind. Running was not an option in his exhausted state, and fighting was even worse. He had to negotiate with these cats. Reach a truce, or at least beg for his freedom. Every option had a very sour taste to it. Makuta had cruel masters before, and he didn't want to trade his freedom to be at the whims of a group of rapists.

"Please..." Makuta licked his muzzle nervously. "Please tell me what you want. I can bring you food, or-"

"Do we look like we need food?" the boss approached, head held high above Makuta's shriveling form.

"H-he needs," he pointed towards the black cat.

"He's not standing before you, sweet cat. I am," the boss crouched, proud tail swishing behind him. "Worry about me."

He was close. Much too close.

"What do you want?" Makuta asked, voice low, ears held even lower as he looked upon the ground below his paws.

"That is a complicated question," the tabby settled near Makuta and started licking a forepaw. "As a leader, I can claim everything I want. Cats, birds, rats, mice. Everything within this territory is mine or answers to me."

He stopped, fixing his azure eyes on Makuta. "That includes other cats, of course."

"So...I have to...to acknowledge you as a leader?"

"Not quite," he said, standing up on his fours. He rubbed around Makuta, brushing his thick fur against his. "Our fealty runs deeper than words. It has to be smelled, and tasted, and felt." He turned around when he finished, lifting his tail above his white striped balls.

"No. Please," Makuta mewled with fright.

"I can spray you whether you like it or not, cat. What I am giving you here is an opportunity to consent. Become one of us and willingly accept my scent upon your fur, or run away and be branded as a coward."

He exposed his fangs and licked between them. "Believe me. You don't want to know what happens to those who run away."

Remain here, and be stained by their filth, or take a risky approach towards freedom? The choice was no choice at all. Makuta quickly turned around, pushing the ground as hard as he could. His claws came out, adding a burst of speed to his strides. Makuta ran as fast as he could, almost reaching the street before a force collided with his back. He collapsed under the weight, mewing miserably.

"I knew you were a runt, but now you just proved me what a worthless junk you are," the boss hissed in Makuta's ear.

How? Why? He was fat, and slow. How could he be so quick?

Makuta's thoughts vanished from his mind as he felt teeth grabbing around the nape of his neck. He pawed back and spat. To no avail. His captor only squeezed harder, causing Makuta's body to become helplessly limp.

"You know what is about to happen, don't you?" the tabby cat hissed with delight.

"Boss is going to rape you, fool!" the black cat said.

The Siamese disagreed. "Rape's such a harsh word. Impregnation fits better. You are going to carry his scent and seed for a long time, little cat."

"Our seed," the leader interrupted. "He's not going to have it easy for openly defying me."

"Are you serious?" the Siamese cocked his head while his black companion pushed his tongue all around the leader's balls.

"Thank you master! Thank you!" he slurped around the cat's fat cock.

"Stop licking my balls you idiot. Go around him and make sure you wet his fur with your seed."

"And me?" The Siamese asked.

"You take the front. Make sure his mouth is filled with more cock than he can handle."

Makuta blinked. They really planned to do that. He saw the black one leaning on his side, exposing his cock between the fingers of a forepaw. It was aimed right at Makuta's side, and already started throbbing.

Ahead of him, the Siamese's balls were all he could see. They filled Makuta's field of vision with their drooping shape. A speck of pink emerged from the cream sheath, musky and wet with arousal.

"Don't start yet," the boss said yet. "I want this little runt to know what a freak he is before I fill his hole. I never liked strange breeds. They're all twisted and abnormal, but your blue fur is the most disgusting thing I ever laid eyes upon."

Makuta shivered silently. The insult hurt, though a full blown rape paled in comparison to the weight of mere words.

"You defile our prestige and heritage. Everything about you is ugly, blue cat. Your eyes are strange, your paws are small and weak, and even your balls look improper. Maybe that little hole under your tail is the only good thing you got."

He licked Makuta's ear. "I guess we're about to see how good it fits my cock, you worthless rat."

Makuta cried in shame and pain as the tabby cat poked his cock around his tailhole. He had poor aim, thanks to a chubby body and the grip he had around Makuta's neck. His cock poked Makuta's balls several times, always missing its mark. Still, it approached. Makuta opened his eyes. When the boss entered, the Siamese would also push inside his mouth.

"Fill him, boss. I'm almost cumming with eagerness!"

He was right about that. The siamese's cock was throbbing in all its aroused glory, leaking with juicy precum.

"Almost there. Bit more to the right," the black one added as he furiously pawed himself off.

"Almost have him. Almost..."

A sudden spat erupted from nearby. Makuta didn't know what happened or why. The Siamese cat was violently pushed away, shoved by a blur of black.

"You two again?" one of the cats spat.

"REND THEM!" the tabby screamed.

The weight vanished from Makuta's back. Maybe he was dreaming. Or perhaps the shock of being raped was too much. He buried his head under his forepaws, mewling silently to himself while hisses and yowls burst all around him.

Makuta didn't try to make sense of what happened. He just wanted this to be over. So he waited in a shivering pile of fear until the noises slowly lessened and warmth prodded around his head.

It was the boss. He wanted to tempt him with false licks. Wanted to make this all the more miserable. Makuta wasn't about to offer him more satisfaction. He clamped his muzzle shut and remained like that, even if the licks became more insistent.

"Poor thing. He's shivering like a leaf."

"Can you blame him? Those bastards almost had their way with him."

Those voices. He knew them.

"Makuta, it's alright. You're safe."

"We bloodied those runts well enough. Should have seen how fast they ran after I clawed their cocks."

"Shelby?" Makuta said softly, looking up with two big, moistened eyes.

"I'm here, dear cat," Shelby nuzzled and licked Makuta's muzzle. "You're safe."

"Don't leave me out," Nyx joined in the purring pile of affection.

Makuta shivered. The warmth. Their scents. It all felt so incredibly good. "How? How did you find me? The dog...the dog made me run so far away. I ignored Jones' warning and-"

"Shhh, it's ok. Don't worry about that now. "

"You are with us, and I promise nothing will ever happen to you again. Ever!"

Makuta pushed his head into his dearest friends. He rubbed fiercely, sniffing their delightful scent and tasting their noses, tongues and whiskers every chance he got. The three cats remained piled up in each other, keeping Makuta warm until his shivers subdued. Then, they slowly got up and walked home. Makuta kept his head down. He felt very lucky that his friends were there to save him, yet at the same time he felt bad for getting into that situation in the first place. What if Nyx and Shelby got wounded by the other cats? What if they suffered for his mistakes?

Makuta inspected both of them. He saw a couple of bleeding scratches, though none were too bad.

"We know how to handle ourselves, Makuta. Shelby and I fought strays for a long time."

"Those runts are nothing compared to the threats we faced," Shelby said. "We fought off dogs bigger than Jones!"

"Half the size, fluff brain. Dogs cannot grow that big."

"The ones I clawed got even bigger," Shelby laughed.

"Tales and fables," Nyx licked Makuta's neck. "We lived a bit on the streets too before Jones welcomed us in his home, Makuta. That kind of life teaches you a few things, one of which is forgiveness. Do not regret the circumstances that got you into that alley. They are not as bad as they seem."

"How can you say that, Nyx?" Makuta looked into the black cat's amber eyes. "I almost got raped. If you didn't arrive when you did..."

"But we did, haven't we? Your mistake allowed us to remind the Salty Gang what a sorry bunch they are."

"You know them?" Makuta's eyes widened.

"Aye, we do," Shelby pushed into him from the other side. "We ran into those bastards a couple of times. Every cat around here learned to fear them. We tried to show them they have nothing to fear from three loud mouthed idiots."

"One said he raped a female..." Makuta winced.

Nyx and Shelby remained silent for a moment, allowing only their intense purring to speak.

"They do. Sometimes," Shelby said.

"Though not if we can prevent it," Nyx smiled.

"Nyx and I have a competition going. I saved sixteen females so far."

"And I saved around twenty."

"He always ups the count, but that doesn't matter when we're saving the ladies," Shelby mewed with amusement, rubbing into Makuta's neck.

"For once, I agree with you Shelby," Nyx licked his tawny companion.

Makuta purred with delight, though a question pestered his thoughts. "And...did you ever... you know?"

"Do what?"

Both cats looked at Makuta.

He felt suddenly embarrassed by their attention. He looked at his paws, licking his muzzle nervously. "Mate females."

"Oh, never," Shelby shook his head.

Nyx did the same. "We like females because they give birth to beautiful males like you."

"So..." Makuta said softly.

"The only hole we'll breed will be yours," Shelby said.

"That's a guarantee," Nyx added eagerly.

Both cats started licking Makuta in a very warm and affectionate sort of way. Makuta purred. He too rubbed against each of his dearest friends, licking them all over their beautiful heads.

"We should keep this licking for later. That lovely tongue of yours is getting my blood heated."

"Mine too," Shelby rubbed his tail along the bums of both cats. "Erm, I mean..."

"You mean all three of us," Nyx purred happily.

"I want to do it right here," Makuta said, surprising both of his friends.

"Here?"

They looked at Makuta as if he suddenly turned into a dog.

"Not here. There!" he pointed towards the nearest house.

Shelby's ears twitched. "That's old James' house. Jones buys plant stuff from him."

"He doesn't have pets, so we could go if you tell us what kind of lust got under that blue fuzz of yours," Nyx rubbed under Makuta's chin.

Makuta blinked. The fright was still vivid in his mind, along with the gang's threats. "I just want something warm to wash away the coldness I got from-"

"Say no more," Nyx licked under his chin. "If love is what you want, we'll offer you plenty."

The three cats eagerly jumped the fence, landing into a garden blooming with flowers and tall vegetation.

"Purrfect," Nyx walked around. "Nobody will see us in this thick vegetation."

"Though they'll certainly hear your yowls, Nyx."

"I'm not that vocal you stupid cat!"

"You will be when Makuta fills your hole."

"And who will fill his?" Nyx hissed.

"Me, obviously. Is there any other?" Shelby asked.

"You're going to crush the poor thing!"

"Guys, please. We'll find a way to avoid that dreaded crushing."

All felines dropped in the grass, wetting their muzzles with a few tongue strokes to stir up the appetite. Even those simple licks got Makuta worked up. He felt his cock stir within his sheath, getting harder with each heartbeat.

"Mmm. Tasty," Shelby licked his muzzle hungrily at the sight presented before him.

"I want it," Nyx pushed the bigger cat away.

"Nyx," Makuta kissed his muzzle. "You took me last time. Please let Shelby take his turn."

"Fine. I'll just stay on my back and play with my cock while you two go about your rutting business."

"I'll take care of you pal. No worries," Shelby said.

Makuta wondered how that was possible until Shelby came up with the solution. He pushed Makuta comfortably on his back so his belly stood completely exposed. Then, he walked over Makuta until his bum stood right above the blue cat's head.

"This is purrfect," Shelby said lustfully, licking once around Makuta's plump balls.

"Mrrr," Makuta's toes spread with desire. He had such a good sight of Shelby's equipment. His cock was so hard, and so juicy. Trails of moisture gathered between the barbs, enlarging the drop hanging above his tensing tip.

"Come closer, Nyx. Sit like Makuta if you'd like."

"Nah. I'd rather taste both of you."

The cats tried to organize themselves a little better, but they were all much too aroused to keep talking. Shelby started first. He took Makuta's whole cock inside his mouth, suckling greedily.

Makuta shivered with delight. He arched his neck, pushing his nose straight into Shelby's cock while his own throbbed inside the wettest and warmest shelter he had the pleasure of penetrating. Shelby's mouth was terrific. His tongue rubbed and embraced his barbed cock in all the right places while warm saliva kept it bathed from all sides.

Makuta knew he wasn't going to last long if he remained too much time inside Shelby's mouth. For that, he had to get him horny, and turn his desire from cock to tailhole. For that purpose, Makuta assaulted Shelby's cock with a frenzy of licks. He dashed his tongue all around his equipment, pushing into the cat's plump balls. Shelby purred and moaned. His flanks crouched lower to the ground, humping the air with quick determination. Makuta pushed a forepaw into his balls. Shelby's cock pierced between two toes, securing itself in between the soft pads of his paws. A hard squirt of precum took Makuta straight in the face, heating his desire to new heights. He closed his eyes, kicked his hind legs at Shelby's continuous suckling, and kneaded quick with his spreading toes.

As resilient as Shelby was, he couldn't resist having both his cock and balls fondled at the same time. He pulled back, allowing Makuta's cock to spill outside.

"Mrrroooowrrrr!"

"Knew you'd give in first," Makuta licked his muzzle off Shelby's musk.

"Your paw felt so good. I never knew you can bring about such intense pleasure with just a single paw!"

"You've been living in darkness, Shelby," Nyx said. "I'll show you both how it's done."

Nyx pushed a paw into his crotch and started kneading hard around his black sack. His cock was throbbing furiously. Nyx did not just keep it trapped between two toes. He pushed his whole paw into it, sometimes keeping it there for several seconds.

"Pressure always feels so good," Nyx said as his claws spread open. "It's...a gift to caress both your cock and balls like this."

Shelby attacked Nyx's cock with his agile tongue. "You mean like this?"

The black cat moaned at the intense warmth.

"Or like this?" Makuta said, licking just below Shelby's tongue.

Nyx shivered hard, melting in the onrush of pleasure. With two tongues working on his most sensitive parts, he had no choice but to expose himself to the encroaching licks. He dropped on his back, mewling and clawing at the air while Shelby licked around his cock and Makuta pushed his tongue inside his tailhole. He was quite resilient and stubborn. Makuta settled for a few licks around the entrance. He had to get the muscles relaxed before attempting further penetration. For that purpose, he massaged Nyx's balls with a paw. Once the black feline was distracted by Shelby's licking, Makuta increase the roughness of his licks. He pushed between the muscles, trying to fit deeper inside Nyx's squirming tunnel.

"I'm too close. Please stop...please..."

Shelby pulled back, cleaning the precum off his whiskers. He urged Makuta to do the same, yet the blue cat was already tongue deep inside Nyx. He pulled back quickly, letting Nyx fret and squirm from the jolts of intense pleasure.

"So intense," he took a deep breath. "If you remained a bit more inside, fuzzy cat, I would have released all over my belly."

"I'm glad that didn't happen," Makuta said.

"Why?"

"Because I want to fill you with my love and affection first," he dropped upon Nyx's belly to offer him a loving kiss. "You offered me so much, Nyx. You both did."

Makuta knew this was the perfect time. He could feel Nyx's cock slapping against his. The two cats licked and purred, rubbing their erections together.

"That feels so good. Why?"

"I have no idea," Makuta said. "But I like it."

"That makes three of us," Shelby said, licking at their bare erections. He focused on Makuta a bit more after Nyx announced his premature climax.

Makuta was happy to take Shelby's tongue, though not for long. He too was terribly aroused, and every lick weakened his resolve.

"Inside," he licked Nyx's chin. "I want to cum inside you."

"Be my guest, Fuzzy Cat. Show me how much seed you carry inside your warm, beautiful balls."

Makuta purred with delight. He jabbed Nyx's balls with his cock and rounded his tailhole before seeking shelter inside. What awaited him was tighter and hotter than he could ever imagine. Muscles squeezed Makuta from all the sides at once. So strong. So fierce! Makuta throbbed hard and pushed even harder, sinking all the way to his balls with a sharp cry.

"Too much?" Nyx smiled.

"I'm not...not going to last long," Makuta filled Nyx's muzzle with his own tongue. He slurped his warm saliva and tasted his tongue while his cock braved the depths of his tailhole. Nyx was terribly tight despite all the mounting he performed. He took Makuta's whole length with great effort, and always moaned hard when he was fully inside. His cock became erratic every time that happened. It slapped against Makuta's belly, wetting his blue fur with warm strings of precum.

"You must be quite close," Shelby said. He licked around their organs, tasting Makuta's cock just before it slammed inside Nyx's clamping tailhole. Once that happened, Shelby turned his attention on Makuta's fuzzy blue balls. He sniffed, licked, and massaged the spheres with his nose, leaving them clumped and warm.

Makuta could hardly handle so much pleasure. He quickened his pace, pounding Nyx harder and faster. Squirts of fluid left his cock, lubricating the muscles that trembled and shivered every time he thrust inside their embrace.

"It's getting hot," Makuta mewled.

"Too hot," Nyx agreed with a desperate yowl. "Shelby..."

"Yes, my love?"

"Mount this cat. Don't let me finish before he does!"

Makuta hissed. He turned his head around to object, though Shelby was already upon him. Makuta found himself pressed hard against Nyx's chest. He moaned as their balls pressed together. Nyx's cock burst with another jet of precum. The pleasure alone was about to bring his release, yet Shelby's timely thrust filled him with more than he expected. With a single thrust, Shelby split open Makuta's trembling hole. His eyes widened, his breath cut, and his claws dug into the ground as Shelby buried himself balls deep into his tailhole. The pressure was truly intense. And not just that. Shelby started squirting almost immediately after he penetrated!

The jets of delight shot deep into Makuta's sanctuary, unlocking the flood of pleasure that awaited inside his crotch.

Makuta surrendered to the upcoming surge. He knew he had no chances of resisting it. His own cock was milked ruthlessly by Nyx's muscles, and his tailhole found itself completely stuff with squirting cat cock. With so much pleasure burning from two ends at once, Makuta had no choice but to unload his churning seed. He squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed around Nyx's chin. Pleasure traversed his body like a snake, burning and numbing his senses. Makuta's claws dug into anything they found. Every muscle in his body tensed. Even his breath stopped briefly, allowing the surge to travel along his rock hard cock. It climbed towards the tip...

...then burst with unmatched intensity inside Nyx's tailhole. The black cat ejaculated in an instant. He could not handle that amount of heat when it filled him so unexpectedly quick. Makuta yowled and moaned, thrusting quickly. Seed rapidly filled Nyx. It flowed from his spasming hole, warming Makuta's balls. They slapped rudely against Nyx's bottom, forcing him to squeeze harder each time.

Makuta loved that. He loved having his cock milked of all the juices. That's why he kept pounding Nyx as he came, unloading all the fire and passion he held inside his tightening balls.

To Shelby's cock, the spasms became far too intense and much too quick. He tried to pull back, yet Makuta's grip was like steel. His tailhole kept Shelby trapped inside until a loud moan exploded from the poor cat's throat. Trapped without hope of retreat, Shelby unloaded his warm seed right on the spot. Ropes of gooey fluid overflowed inside Makuta's tailhole, igniting his pleasure to new heights. His cock throbbed hard, his muscles spasmed even harder, and his balls worked restlessly into giving everything they had. The pleasure was never ending. It seemed like that as stars appeared before Makuta's eyes. He knew his body was fatigued, yet Shelby's warm semen still pushed him to give a little bit more each time he squirted.

Makuta pumped, and pushed, and pumped, forcing every drop out of his shivering balls. Then, he finally stopped throbbing. His cock went limp inside Nyx's seed coated tailhole. Only Shelby released a couple more squirts before he too tapered off with a long moan.

The three cats remained like that for a few moments. None had the strength to move after such intense ejaculation. Especially not Makuta. Every muscle from middle to tail hurt from the exertion. Besides, he felt far too fulfilled. Remaining inside his beloved friend, surrounded by his own seed, and with another dear friend lodged inside his tailhole, Makuta had nothing to complain about.

Unfortunately, the owner of the house had other plans. The flowers shifted in his wake, making room for his large girth.

"Yowling, meowing, mewling. What the heck is happening in my garden?"

Three male cats mounting each other offered the perfect answer to that question.

"By my beard. Cats? And...and you're all males?"

"He doesn't seem pleased," Makuta said.

Nyx meowed with amusement. "He should be. It's not every day you see three males taking each other at the same time."

"I agree with Nyx," Shelby added. "Old Jim looks quite surprised."

"I owe you a mounting if he chases us off," Nyx said.

"Deal," Shelby agreed without question. "And you owe me if he keeps his mouth shut."

"You'll both owe me if he comes any closer," Makuta said.

The cats laughed at him. Yet not Jim. The hold man approached, tilting his head this way and that.

"How in the world did you manage to take each other like that?" he asked before he crouched next to the pile of cats.

They all looked at him, ears perked, paws up, looking cute.

"Don't let me interrupt, dear kitties. Just do your thing. By the sound of it, you enjoyed it quite a lot," old Jim said with a warm smile before he left.

"I guess I win," Makuta said happily.

"You got lucky."

"More than that. It's bloody fortune to stumble upon normal humans. They all get crazy at the mere mention of mating."

"Not old Jim. He was certainly curious about our little affair."

"Keep telling that to yourself, fuzzy cat."

"And you keep that tail up, Nyx. I'm going to claim you once we get home," Makuta said.

"Deal. Yet first, we have to get there."

The three disentangled and cleaned themselves off the dripping seed. Once their fur was back to its proper, clumped, seed-less form, they jumped the fence and walked home, rubbing into each other and wrestling with their tails like three proper mates.