The Fury of the Horny Cats! by marumarun

The Fury of the Horny Cats!

marumarun, ADHG, Adhg/, Awkward Kissing, Cat/Human Hybrids, Churches & Cathedrals, Creampie, Cunnilingus, Exploration, F/M, Face-sitting, Female Anthro/Male Human, Femdom, Friendship, Furry, Genetically Engineered Beings, HMOFA, Halloween, Haunted Houses, Horror, Human/Monster Romance, Interspecies Relationship(s), Interspecies sex, Kissing Kink, Mildly Dubious Consent, Mormonism, Multiple personalities, Original Anthropomorphic Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Original Furry Character(s), Original Male Character(s), POV Second Person, Parody, Rough Kissing, Rough Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Science Experiments, Second Person, Song Parody, The aquabats, Twins, Urban Fantasy, Urban legends, Vaginal Sex, experimentation, genetic engineering, healing, loneliness, scratching

You lurk all the corners of the internet, scraping any hot gossip and rumors for only one thing: the best abandoned places to explore. It's called urban exploration, and while not quite legal, you love the thrill for many reasons. Bored of the dead industrial district in the city, you've been reaching out to more rural areas. On one of the seediest corners of the internet, you hear a rumor. No one pays it any mind, but it catches yours. It's a post by yet another nutjob who believes in hauntings and curses. It's nonsense, but it is Halloween, and the place sounds fun.

It's a defunct Mormon church in the middle of nowhere.

The man says it's inhabited by a monster, a real one that's big, scary, and furry.

But there's no way that can be true, right?

Listen to this for the premise.

Cat with 2 Heads! - The Aquabats

Yes, I made smut based on a song by The Aquabats. If you're wondering what the whole Mormon thing is about, two of the permanent members and founders are devout Mormons, which is really funny.

The Fury of the Horny Cats!

marumarun

Summary:

You lurk all the corners of the internet, scraping any hot gossip and rumors for only one thing: the best abandoned places to explore. It's called urban exploration, and while not quite legal, you love the thrill for many reasons. Bored of the dead industrial district in the city, you've been reaching out to more rural areas. On one of the seediest corners of the internet, you hear a rumor. No one pays it any mind, but it catches yours. It's a post by yet another nutjob who believes in hauntings and curses. It's nonsense, but it is Halloween, and the place sounds fun.

It's a defunct Mormon church in the middle of nowhere.

The man says it's inhabited by a monster, a real one that's big, scary, and furry.

But there's no way that can be true, right?

Listen to this for the premise.

Cat with 2 Heads! - The Aquabats

Yes, I made smut based on a song by The Aquabats. If you're wondering what the whole Mormon thing is about, two of the permanent members and founders are devout Mormons, which is really funny.

Chapter 1 Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Urban exploration, a hobby for the truly brave. Abandoned buildings are always a treat, sometimes you can even see history, looking at what others have done, and how they lived. Looking at the decay really shows you how fragile the modern world you live in is. You always have to be wary of the occasional crackhead, but they usually only bother you for some spare change. They have to ride buses, after all, but giving him a square or two typically is enough for them. What the worst case scenario, truly is, is catching trespassing charges if someone calls the cops on you. Why would someone really care if you search a long abandoned building? The owner doesn't even care enough to renovate it and sell it, so it's only people in the neighborhood who think you're too suspicious. A burglar committing B&Es you are not. It's not like you're taking anything from the buildings, either, other than the occasional memento. There are some tempting finds, like an IV stand from a psych hospital, or a whole car door, but stuff that big is way too difficult to get out. You always try to get something different. Grabbing a book or a pamphlet gets kind of old. Sometimes it can even be something like a brick with a little engraving on it.

In the end, it's pretty easy to stay out of trouble, since one abandoned building usually means there's more. You've had your close calls, but you've always made an expedient escape, or talked your way into simply getting a warning. It'd be a bit different if you carried a gun with you, but you're satisfied with a pocket knife to deal with any of the more rambunctious hobos. Most of them are decent enough, since a little bribe can point you to all the good spots. The death of entire industrial districts is a shame for the employees, but a godsend for you. Outsourcing production kills a lot of factories, but it makes you wonder what they look like in China, or Bangladesh. Starting off your hobby was pretty simple, since no one could miss the dead landscape. It's further helped by your job, since working in a store that specializes in camping and hiking supplies gets a lot cheaper with an employee discount. The owner doesn't appreciate your work, but it's just because he's worried about you. The amount of times that he's tried to talk you into more mundane things, like geocaching or caving, has gotten a touch old. Maybe someday you'll try it, but you have a lot more to explore until then.

When it comes to exploring, you've actually moved a bit from "urban" exploring, and have been opting for things in the suburbs, or even out in the sticks. The drives aren't too fun, and you'd rather avoid a long hike through the woods. The places you find are unique though, and it's hard to run into a sheriff or the state police. You haven't been shot by a farmer yet, so you count that as a win. Finding these locations isn't quite as easy, though. You aren't alone in your passion, and though obscure, there is a dedicated community. There's the social media websites that you keep up with, even though they're almost normies besides the hobby. It's okay for spots to investigate, and some of their videos can be fun.

The place you really find the gems is on your "favorite" image board. On this site, there are two kinds of explorers. There's the outdoorsy, adventurous types. These people are a lot better than normalfags, and it was refreshing to see any of the user base actually want to be outside. You don't reply much to them other than gear suggestions and recommendations for new spots. The other type is much, much different. These posters are either actual schizos, or people larping as one. They talk about everything from the paranormal, to secret government sites, and places to hide from their "gang stalkers." You have to admit, it's pretty fun to troll these people sometimes. Enabling them, agreeing with them, and simply asking them to tell you more is a great way to get a multi-post screed of the craziest shit that you've ever heard. You gave "paranormal" hot spots a try a few times to see what it was like, and they were a big nothing burger. Sometimes they find some interesting spots, but there are a lot of duds. You've gotten pretty good at identifying both.

You're at work right now, and it's pretty dead other than some regulars who absolutely don't need your help. If anything, they'd be the ones to give you advice or help you find something. Other than making a special order for them, you don't do much as an employee with these guys. They clear out after talking to your boss, Ricky, and you're left alone with him. He's an old school hippie type, in love with nature. A real granola muncher. You might not agree on a lot of things, but it doesn't matter due to how kind and relaxed he is. He doesn't expect a ton out of you and pays very well. Every once in a while you'll get a freebie, like some freeze-dried meal. You still have no clue how he keeps this place afloat, though. Maybe it's a money laundering front for a huge weed grow, or something. No matter what the situation is, it works for you.

"Hey, Anon," Ricky says. "What are you planning to do this Halloween? A party? I'm sure you could meet some girls there."

You completely forgot that there's a holiday this weekend. Even if a buddy invites you to one, you'd rather not go.

"Nothing yet. I'd like to enjoy it out and about," you reply. "Maybe I'll get out of town and enjoy the fall."

He gets a smile on his face.

"That's right, you've been spending a lot more time outside," he says. "Don't tell me it's for your little adventures, though."

"I plead the fifth," you say jokingly. "But you have to admit, it fits the holiday pretty well."

"I suppose so," he reluctantly agrees. "So, where are you skulking around this time?"

"No clue yet," you admit. "I need to check around the urbex community."

"Well, just don't go anywhere dangerous," he warns.

"I'm not planning to," you assure him. "But if I go too deep into the woods, do I need a gun or something? Like for bears?"

"Well, if you really wanted to, I guess. You could get one of those giant bear revolvers," he says. "A man doesn't need all those bullets, like those assault guns. The world is so crazy nowadays."

You forgot that he's definitely a peacenik.

"All that violence is no good, Anon," he informs you. "Trust me, it only gets you into trouble."

That's a bit of an ominous statement. You wonder what his past is like. He's pretty much the perfect age to have been drafted into Vietnam. It's too funny to imagine this man wearing the words "born to kill" on him. You tell yourself that there's just no way.

"I don't plan to," you say.

"Let me get you something," he says as he digs around. "Bear mace, that's all you need. Just don't stand downwind unless you want both of you to go blind."

"Thanks. Hopefully I won't need to use it," you reply.

"Mm hmm," he hums. "How about we close up shop early? Let you get started on that research? Halloween is tomorrow, after all, and I still need to buy candy for the little ones."

"That doesn't sound too bad," you say. "Thanks, Ricky."

The two of you start to lock up. The traffic through the store is pretty low, so all you have to do is sweep up the tiny amount of dirt. At some point, you do get invited by a friend to a small, intimate party. It's kind of last-minute, but it's the thought that counts. You politely decline and promise that you'll hang out with him later. You don't tell him that you'll be off in some rural area. You say goodbye to Ricky, and tell him to enjoy his weekend as well. It has to be a bit rough for him, since he's childless and a widower. You're sure the kids will cheer him up, and you try your best to keep him from getting too lonely. You make your way home, passing by all the dead factories and tiny abandoned houses. The only commerce alive here are little bodegas and drug dealers, but at least they're thriving. You grab yourself a crappy gas station hot dog fresh from the roller grill, stale bun and all. This can't be good for you, but it's even easier and probably slightly healthier than fast food. You choke it down while driving, and see that it's still daylight out. There's Halloween decorations on the dumpy, yet still occupied houses. The other buildings are, of course, much spookier. Entirely too much of this area is familiar to you, as you're able to notice subtle changes from your jaunts here. Nothing has been bought, and no new businesses exist. You're glad that this neighborhood is much too scary to get filled with a million microbreweries.

Eventually, your surroundings get a little bit nicer as you near your home. It's a little, modest apartment, and you climb up the stairs to your abode. It's time to do what you spend way too much time doing, as usual. You sit yourself down on the couch with your laptop and put something on your TV for some background noise. It's some cheesy horror anthology series, perfect for the mood. Typing in the URL for your crappy little discussion board that you've burned too much of your life on, you check around for somewhere fun to go. Despite the amount of people finding somewhere creepy to go, it's a bit less schizophrenic than usual. You kind of envy those people who are satisfied by such simple things. They're probably all new to the hobby, and after one spooky trip this holiday, they'll forget about it altogether. Hidden between the comments, there's one that stands out, however. Other than someone calling it a "fake and gay LARP," no one else has given it even the slightest attention.

"guise you don't want to actually see something really haunted. if you ever experienced it, you wouldn't want to do it again!" it reads.

This sounds fun. Time to mess with him a bit.

">really haunted And just what did you see?" you reply sarcastically.

It only takes a minute for the poster to answer.

"a monster. worse than any skinwalker. it was some big thing like a werewolf," he answers.

This guy doesn't seem as screwy as the usual kinds of people. He probably just saw a strange looking bear.

">mentions skinwalkers >mentions werewoofs get a better larp, fag. pics or GTFO," you goad him on.

"i'm not kidding, ive never seen anything like this before. it was an honest to god monster. i barely escaped with my life. i'm never going to that place again. i might not even go into the woods again," he says.

"Where's this place, then?" you ask.

He responds, giving you an exact address, to your surprise. It's in your state, as well.

"it's called the church of jesus christ of latter-day saints. all of the people left for other towns, and no one ever knocked down the building. it's only a few farmers out there. it has to be because of the monster," he explains.

">it's a bunch of fucking Mormons What are they going to do, give me some potatoes to eat? Are they going to kidnap me and take me to Utah? It's in my state, I HAVE to go now," you joke.

This guy is too funny. Abandoned churches are a pretty fun place to explore, and the image of a bunch of Mormons fleeing in terror is just too much. Just how did he find this place?

"NO! DON'T GO! YOU WILL BE KILL!!!" he begs.

"too late now, fag," you reply before moving on to other parts of the website.

Unsurprisingly, everyone else on the site is as unoccupied as you are. You just hang out, do some shitposting, and even engage in actual discussion. Eventually you get bored with this, and laze around and watch some TV. It looks like you have a plan for tomorrow. It will be a bit of a drive, but you still plan to sleep in a bit so that you'll arrive an hour or two before sundown. You stay up late, just vegging out to the nonstop horror marathon, and end up passing out on the couch.

It's about noon when you wake up, and it's time to set up your pack for the night. You always try to travel light, so you usually carry a sling backpack. You don't need much, just some light snacks, typically just a few granola bars, or an MRE if you're going to be out for a while. From what you understand, the church is much bigger from what would normally warrant such a remote area. You don't grab too many clothes, just socks and a compact rain poncho. For emergencies, you keep a Mylar blanket and an extra flashlight. It's one of those crappy angled G.I. flashlights, but it clips to the backpack easily. A headlamp works much better for other situations, but buying two of the extra premium ones is a bit out of your price range. The most important item is a nice thermos full of water. As they say, hydrate or diedrate. A small two-inch pocket knife clips to your belt, useful in almost every situation. You finish packing pretty early, so you lollygag around the house for a bit. Your late lunch is pretty simple, just some pastrami, cheese, and fresh ground mustard on rye bread. Though a New York deli classic, it's not kosher anymore, but it's not like you care. You burn a few hours, checking out the site to see if the poster who mentioned the church has said anything else. He's gone silent, and you get a good laugh by imagining the "monster" got him. It's going to be a few hours for the drive, so you leave your apartment and punch in the closest address to the church on a navigation app. It's all country roads when you leave the city, many of them simply named County Road, followed by a seemingly random number.

You finally hit a small town, McLarson. It's practically a ghost town. There's only a liquor store, a general store, and a few gas stations here. The only person that you've seen is some scratch-off addict at the gas station. Maybe all of the religious folk have left, and you have to wonder why. Perhaps they moved to Mexico? That lets them have as many wives as they could ever want. You already know where you want to be, however, so you don't stop at all. If anything, the creepy place is the town. A nice, silent and empty church would be a nice change of pace. It takes another twenty minutes or so, and you find the rough gravel road leading right into the woods. It'll still be a while until the sun sets, and you hope you make it in time. The man never told you anything beyond the fact that it's down this road. The rocks crunch under your tires, the bumpy road shaking your car while you turn left and right through the curves, again and again. Soon you reach a very tall incline, and you only make it halfway up. Your tires spin in place, sending the gravel flying. You try to get up the hill for a few minutes, and eventually give up. How did people get up here? Maybe all the churchgoers had 4-4's. No one should be coming down this road, so you just decide to pull your E-brake and continue on foot. The hike is arduous, and you're starting to regret the trip already. It's not like you hate walking that much, but the hill is killer, and there's nothing to look at besides trees. Not a single animal stirs, the woods completely silent. If there are any birds or bugs out there, they'd rather not make a sound. It's a bit unsettling, but you won't let it bother you. That's at least what you tell yourself.

You continue upwards, and finally reach the peak as darkness begins to set in. You're making poor time, but it doesn't really matter anyway. It was just a preference more than anything. The building is ornate, and even the limited knowledge that you had of it doesn't describe how large it is. It's like some grand Catholic cathedral, except... you know. Even stranger are the remnants of some sort of small colony, or commune. There's enough housing here for a few families, although dilapidated now. You decide to check out the closest one, then decide if the others are worth it. The first house is unoccupied, but you still dart your head back and forth just in case. It's locked, unfortunately, but you have a solution. No one's going to mind if you crack open an entrance just a little bit. You manage to slip the blade in and jimmy the lock open. When you get in, it's a bit strange. The furniture is still there, even the tablecloth. The air is musty, dust motes and black mold clouding the air. You search around and don't see much. Bibles and such. You do make one good find that you can't resist taking, even though it's kind of gross. It's the famous Mormon underwear, and you stuff a pair of women's bottoms into your bag. That'll be funny to post online. In the end, it's still just a residential home without too many quirks. It'd be best to skip the others if they're all like this. It's time to go to the main attraction.

You look over the large building, the place of worship, covered in moss and lichen. Some windows have been smashed in, due to the elements rather than vandalism. The doors are massive, more like the gates to a medieval castle than church doors. You push them open, and they creak ominously. The tiny amount of waning sunlight doesn't illuminate any of the entrance. Even with the windows set high, many of them broken, barely cut into the darkness. Although it feels a bit premature, you flip on your headlamp, the power of thousands of candles almost too bright. To an ancient man, you'd look like a god. It certainly feels like a crypt here. You sweep the ultra-focused beam throughout the room, and don't see what you'd expect. This is supposed to be a house of worship, but it looks more like a manor. There are no pews, or altar, or even a giant cross. Well, there is a small one, but the room is out of place. Although most surfaces have a coating of dust, there are no cobwebs, surprisingly. Even more concerning is the many, many footprints of whatever foot traffic moves through here. No monster, but maybe you could have run into a cult. They don't seem to go anywhere in particular. If anything, they go everywhere. You can't discern anything about them, though. You hear pained moans and soft sobs come from a room to your left, and you cautiously make your way to the door.

It squeals when you open it, but it's far from the only thing that squeals. There's a man, disheveled, but far from the monster that you've been told about.

"Cheese and crackers!" he shouts. "You really scared me!"

You can tell this man was once well put together. That time has now long passed, his suit dirty and covered in tears, dust, and grime. There are stains that you are almost certain are from canned beans.

"Sorry, didn't mean to," you say. "I didn't mean to bother you in your home."

"Home? I guess it is..." he replies before a total tonal shift. "But it's not safe here! You need to get the H-E-double hockey sticks out of here!"

Oh, he's one of the crazy ones. Why else would he be living here?

"Why? I'm just looking around," you ask, a bit amused. "What's going on here?"

He gets a look of shame as he continues.

"She's here," he explains. "The monster I created. I used to be a scientist, you know."

That's a funny image. Maybe he's lying, maybe he's delusional and really believes it, or perhaps he's telling the truth, before the mental illness ruined that for him.

"Yeah, I'm sure," you say, doubtful.

"I know you think I'm crazy, but I'm not!" he yells. "My brothers made me take my meds, and she was still there!"

Poor guy, it looks like he wasn't responsive to medication.

"I just wanted to create something to make the world happy," he says. "She was supposed to be perfect, but all I did was sin against nature!"

"Okay, okay," you say, trying to calm him down, lest he get violent. "What are you doing here, anyway? And where did everyone go?"

"I have to take responsibility for what I've done," he says. "As for the others, it was simply financial problems."

That's a bit anticlimactic.

"Okay," you say. "How do you even survive out here?"

"The Book says to keep supplies in case of adversity," he explains. "I have years worth of food. And adversity."

So he has an entire town's worth of prepper gear. Not bad.

"So, this monster, are you going to kill it?" you ask.

"What? No!" he replies, offended. "Doing something so sinful would be too far, even with how far I've fallen. How could you expect me to do such a thing?"

You realize now that he's been smoking cigarettes and drinking caffeine.

"Ohh, what's next for me? The marijuana? Crack cocaine?" he moans. "What I've done is too much for a mortal man to bear. I've failed in every way..."

He quiets down, calming himself with some hot coffee from a pot plugged into a wall.

"Well, I want to see it," you say, intrigued. "I'll be the judge of how bad it is. Where is the monster?"

"I'm not telling you. Just get the fudge out of here!" he lashes out. "Oh, how terrible this is..."

"Well, I'll leave you to it," you say, leaving him to explore the premises.

His warnings echo through the hallways, completely ignored. The side room that he was in seems to be where he sleeps, so you decide to respect it and avoid intruding on his personal space. The grand foyer is completely black, and other than an opulent staircase, there appears to only be a door opposite to his. You crack it open, and see that this is the actual place of worship. There are pews to sit on, a giant cross and altar, and a plethora of instruments, much more than the standard organ. It's honestly beautiful, and the skylights actually let some moonlight in. For some reason, it's eerie instead of peaceful. You snap a few pictures on your phone after turning off your headlamp. They're perfect, and everyone will get a kick out of your expert photography. Time to actually dig into everything. You start with the pews, the rear sides of the seats containing things like hymns and lyrics for worship songs. Along with that are pamphlets for future events, long canceled. There's nothing too interesting, other than a little exhibition by a Doctor Boyd Terry. It's an apology for the sudden cancellation of a showcase of his newest creation. There's no reason or explanation given. The doctor appears to be the crazed man you just met, just a tortured and older version of him. Punished, even. Maybe the monster he created is a metaphorical one, though he certainly doesn't act that way. It's a strange glimpse into the past, so you pocket it as well.

You check the altar, of course, but there's not really anything of note. However, as you're ducked down, you see a shadow dart by. When you look up in alarm, you don't see any sign of life. There wasn't a noise, so potentially it was a bird or something that flew over the skylight. You scan the room, done searching the altar. There's yet another door behind you, probably a place to prepare for service. When you enter, it's definitely not a place to stage a Sunday service. It's an office, filled with a few portraits of very stern men. You approach the paintings, and see that it's a "Bishop" along with his subordinates. It seems this place was more important than you thought. The vain and unwelcoming portraits meet your lens with a click. Otherwise, it's rather sparse, and the desk is mostly ledgers and stiff communication with the greater church. There is one that catches your eye, however. The good doctor himself was subject to a "disciplinary council" starring the Bishop and his counselors. It's not exactly clear what his offense was, as it's only referenced as "crimes against creation." It ends with vows of secrecy, and the destruction of more specific documents. They take no other action against him, but he chooses to place himself on probation from the church, even though they advise him that it's too rash. They respect his decision, and he won't allow himself to return until the problem has been dealt with.

As you try to finish reading the paper, there's suddenly scratching at the door. It starts slowly and deliberately, something slowly raking at the wood with its nails. You instantly become alert, stuffing the paper into a pocket while cautiously walking to the door. Is it the doctor? As you get closer and closer, the clawing gets even more frantic.

"Hello?" you call out. "Doctor?"

There's a soft, sadistic chuckle, and as you throw open the door, you see nothing. You look around the room, and it seems just as unoccupied as ever. When you try to flip on your headlamp, it fizzles out. Either the battery got too old, or you forgot to charge it. All you can hear is heavy breathing.

"This isn't funny, you know," you say.

"Nya ha ha ha!" the unknown stalker snickers mischievously.

You reach for your backup light, powered by cheap D-cell batteries. The light is so dim, barely emitting an orange glow. Do they really give soldiers this bullshit? You suck in a deep breath of air, and hold it until you calm down. With a long sigh, you internally tell yourself that it's nothing, or just a cheap trick. You were being an idiot, a stupid, scared idiot. There's no such thing as monsters, or cartoonish mad scientists. He's just a genuinely mentally ill scientist. You came here to explore, dammit! Your adventure isn't over. You make your way out of the worship hall, and try to find more places to look. The stairs seem promising, but the whole room seems familiar. No way. It's practically identical to the mansion from Resident Evil. This is like some sort of sick joke, but you know it isn't intentional. To the second floor it is, then.

You head up the grand staircase, and try several doors. They all seem locked, but not with any strange symbols or colored keys like you hoped. There are no slots to insert a tablet or emblem, nor any statues to be spun. You remind yourself this isn't some escape room, no matter how much something is trying to scare you. There's only the final door, and the doorknob turns freely. You slowly push it open, holding the flashlight in front of you. The circle of "light" only lets you see vague shapes of objects, so you have to investigate closer. You look around the walls, seeing that it's a deep maroon, only darker because of the warm colored light source. The baseboards are intricately carved, but still tacky in the end. You sweep over a similarly expensive looking dresser, and bump into a bed. It's one of those four-poster beds, carved out of beautiful mahogany. The sheets are immaculately tucked in, the thread count some number that you can't even imagine. There's an abundance of fluffy pillows, but the one thing out of place is a handmade quilt. It looks to be pieced together by all of the townsfolk while they were still here. There's nothing else in here but a writing desk. On top of it is a small lamp, and somehow it still works. The lampshade dims the already dull bulb, and you see a letter on the desk.

Behind the stairs

The ink is a deep red, not unlike the color of blood. The message is scribbled hastily, but still shows the writer's practiced skill in calligraphy. When you lift the paper to look closer, you realize that there was another one underneath it.

PLAY PLAY PLAY PLAY PLAY PLAY PLAY PLAY PLAY PLAY PLAY PLAY PLAY PLAY

The word repeats, devolving until it's completely illegible. Every inch of the surface has been written on, until the paper is simply completely soaked through with ink. Even then, you can barely make out the impression of a pen in the dyed bottom of the page. It's still wet, and you get the crimson ink on your fingers, staining them even after you wipe them on your cargo pants. Now that's a Kodak moment right there.

Suddenly, a sound echoes from the hallway. It's the telltale click of claws on hardwood, growing closer and closer. It's not unlike the sound a pet dog would make, but they're so numerous that it sounds like an entire pack of them. You hold your breath as it stops by the door. It presses its nose against the gap between the door and the floor, sniffing loudly. You hear a long, breathy exhale before it skitters away again, towards the opposite direction. God, it sounded like some kind of spider, if it was a massive, clawed beast. It's just some trick using sound, or maybe a robotic device. That's what you tell yourself, at least. You won't let fear get the best of you, though.

Notes:

I can't believe I've done this. I wanted a Halloween oneshot with a unique monster, no vampires, no awoos, nothing cliché. It came to me while washing dishes at home and listening to the song. This is truly a cursed piece of writing. I learned a lot about Mormonism researching this, and it's pretty interesting. One disclaimer, I don't hate or mean to offend any Mormons even if I poke fun. There's probably no chance that one of them is reading this, though.

Chapter 2 Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

After a minute, you muster up the courage to go outside. There's no trace of anything alive, and you make your way down the staircase. Should you take the letter's advice? You've come so far, and you're beyond curious. The irrational apprehension still weighs heavy on your mind. If this is all real, you're going to end up an Anon Sandwich. You can hear the doctor stirring again, dashing around in circles in his room. He's cackling like a madman. Too much caffeine, probably. You can barely see in front of you, almost running into the handrail at the bottom of the stairs while making your way to the backside. There's a metal utility door tucked away, labeled "Service Room." Your heart is in your throat, but you force yourself to pull on the heavy door. You can see the end of the hallway, lit with flickering fluorescent lights. They buzz on and off, but they still are the brightest thing in this entire little village. You take a few steps down it, eyeing the sole, terrifying passageway at the end. It's a reinforced hatch. You can hear a massive bar slide as you struggle to turn the handwheel. You feel like you're going to get a hernia or have an aneurysm from this exertion. You manage in the end, your arms sore beyond belief. What you see is a hole with a simple utility ladder, the rungs bolted into the concrete. It's like a sewer entrance, and when you point the flashlight down, you can't see the bottom. You wish you had a bolt or something to throw down the hole and estimate the depth.

"Okay," you say out loud. "Don't fall. Don't slip."

You plant your foot on one as you start your descent, and the metallic clang of every step echoes through your body. The ladder goes on and on, and you know a drop from here would be lethal. If anything were to startle you enough, you'd be dead meat. Breaking your legs is the best case scenario. You finally take the final step, and you're on solid ground for the first time in what feels like hours. It's probably not as deep as it felt, but you're running on adrenaline as the fear that this is a one-way trip keeps nagging at the back of your mind. The cold, hard concrete isn't purely pragmatic as it looks. False cinder blocks make it look more like a normal wall, and there's inlaid panels of glass bricks backlit as a facsimile of windows letting in sunshine. It's unsettling, more brutalist than some modernist critique of architecture. This hallway is short, and you get into the main room, not much bigger than a living room. It does seem to be of a similar use, many built in seats available, and an entertainment center circa the 90s. It must have been a fortune three decades ago. In the middle is the centerpiece.

"What the hell...?" you mutter.

It's a life-sized statue of a man, one who you don't recognize. The man is dressed smartly, wearing a mix of formal and more modest clothing from antebellum America. A book, seemingly in gold, or just lightly coated in it, rests in his hand as it dominates any attention. The rest of the statue matches the basement's style, his features practically sharp enough to cut. Although you're sure that this isn't the case, it looks like it was designed by some Soviet architect. This is a bunker, its strength intended to comfort the residents, but for you, it's just bleak. It definitely explains why this little community went broke. You feel your way around in the dimly lit room, stale air somehow circulating as it chills you to the bone. Although you're confident that there's a way to turn on the lights, you can't find it no matter how much you grope the walls. With no choice but to move further, you head to the leftmost room. There's a bit more light this time, a microwave's display peeking out from the darkness. You can quickly identify it as a kitchen and dining room, ample enough to seat several families. Just as pragmatic as the rest of what you've seen, the kitchen is also appropriate, clean steel commercial appliances lining the wall. The fridge is what intrigues you the most, and you pull open the doors, the bright light illuminating your surroundings. It's stocked with pre-made meals, cooked at least this week.

"Food? Food? Food?" a voice says with seemingly innocent curiosity. "I'm hungry, too."

Compared to its childlike vocabulary, the voice is at first raspy and harsh, then followed by soft, quivering whispers. The intonation is bizarre, as if it were two different people continuing each other's sentences. You have no idea where it's coming from, and you try your best to ignore it. The kitchen is also attached to the pantry, and it's stocked beyond belief, all essentially imperishable foods. What's unsettling is the secure chain-link fence and gate surrounding it, swinging openly at this time. It's all stuff that you've seen before, but the medicine tucked into a corner makes you pause. There's an overlap of knowledge between your kind and preppers, and you're able to identify some. It's potassium iodine, along with some Prussian blue tablets. This truly is a doomsday bunker, completely outclassing any mere survivalist's stash. Going into an opposite room, an even more secured area exists. It's an "armory," if you can call it that. There's maybe four or five rifles, seemingly only a tool for hunting rather than for self-defense. There are other useful things, however, like knee and elbow pads, and heavy-duty gloves, all normally suited for construction. They even have hard hats, but what stands out is gas masks. Mormon prepping is really on another level. Seeing all of this equipment made for a calamity is unsettling, to say the least.

"I'm gonna get you," you hear the hoarse voice whisper.

"Get you... Get you..." the other repeats like an echo.

The thing is still messing with you. You've seen all that you need to see, so you start moving again. You hear noises from the kitchen, the fridge door slamming, and silverware being scattered everywhere. An extraordinarily deep and low predatory growl emanates from the kitchen. You whip your dull light towards the archway, and nothing is present as you peek around the corner. This is getting to be a bit much, but maybe it's just some animal and ventriloquism. A cat that just snuck in, or something. The last place to check is the actual living quarters. There's a military style bunkhouse, and quite a few private suites, all untouched and without any personal effects. At the end are a middling number of bathrooms compared to the bedrooms. Nothing really to see here.

"Bedtime? Already?" the quiet voice asks.

"Too early," the other says before exploding into an ungodly roar. "TOO EARLY! TOO EARLY! TOO EARLY!"

The door slams behind you, and you press against it futilely. Whatever force holds it is too powerful, as if it were a wall. A kick doesn't even make it move in the slightest. There are a few knocks. Seven in particular. It's Shave and a Haircut, for some reason. When you recoil in confusion, the assailant decides to start knocking on the door for real. An unending flurry of clenched fists batter the door, threatening to rip it from the concrete. It doesn't end, mere milliseconds between each strike. The pounding is maddening, especially with how it echoes in the small residential quarters. It just won't end, until it suddenly does. Plodding footsteps walk away, heavily breathing the whole time. You had your fun, your little escapade completed. You discovered more than you ever expected, maybe even too much. You went into a forbidden doomsday bunker built by really strange Christians, got a few pics, but not enough. You were terrified throughout this, but you can't help but be giddy at your haul. It's not too far from the exit, and you creep out the door to the central room. You absolutely must get a picture of the statue. To your horror, the camera's flash makes four reflective eyes glow in the darkness. You instantly break into a mad dash to the ladder, and stumble as you scramble to your legs. It's behind you.

"I'M GONNA CATCH YOU!" it bellows.

"You have to run faster than that to get away," the second says.

You climb up the ladder like a man possessed, your feet and hands slipping off the rungs occasionally, but you pay it no mind. The horrible clattering and climbing coming from below you is testing the limits of your body. Whatever it is, you can even hear something that sounds like flat palms slapping the walls of the hole. The top is in sight, and you let go of everything for a desperate leap, and you scramble over the edge unlike you have ever done before. You stumble as you get to your feet, and blast open the door. You start to corner around the staircase, and a terrible obstacle appears. There's a buckle in the carpet, and you go completely tumbling, limb over limb. You see the outline of the creature, manlike yet many feet taller than one. From its outline, all you see is two sets of arms rising into the air. One voice lets out a yowl that raises in tone like a lion's roar, while the other just makes a deafening, throaty growl. You start to crawl backwards on your hands and legs as it approaches even closer.

"No! No!" you plead. "I'm sorry!"

You pull yourself to your feet, and freeze in place. It's some feline monster, or perhaps two, with the second head it's sporting. They're twisted into horrifying smiles, laver dripping from their maws until you can feel their hot breath. You just give up. It's a mix of petrified fear and resignation that keeps you from moving. You wince as a fang pokes your face, then pulls away just as quickly. Then, you open your eyes to see the strangest sight in your life.

It's a cat, on two legs, and massive. Cats might be the better description, if you're being accurate. A human shaped cat is already a lot to take in, but it's even more monstrous. It's got multiple appendages that don't belong. Four powerful arms are raised, ready to pounce on you. It has two heads seated next to each other, their expressions different as if they're independent beings. While the one on your left wears a predatory smile, an evil gleam in her eye, the other has a cool, calculating stare. She's looking right through you. A spot of black covers each of their faces, with similar markings on their "hands." It almost looks like a pair of long gloves. True to their namesake, the Siamese cats are Siamese twins. The only vaguely human thing about them is the pair of legs they share. That may actually be incorrect, since they have feminine lumps on their chest, fully figured from the head down. You glance at it more, and realize that the monster has some modesty, as she wears ripped clothes that barely fit. Her denim shorts are way too tight, and her shirt struggles just as much, becoming a kind of belly shirt.

Her twin set of ears pin to her head as her face twists up in a snarling hiss. You're absolutely paralyzed by fear, but nothing happens. You regain your senses and start pleading with the monster, hoping that she can even speak.

"Please! Please don't kill me!" you beg.

She just holds her pose for longer, until she finally relaxes.

"Isn't this the part when they usually run?" asks one head to the other.

"Yeah..." the other says in a surprisingly timid voice. "Isn't this better, though?"

Oh no, they have some sort of devious torture in mind!

"I'm sorry!" you say as you back up a few steps. "I won't come back again, I promise!"

"Wait! Wait!" the brash one replies.

"We're not going to hurt you," the other says, trying to soothe you.

"I'm Lilly," the softer cat says. "And this is my sister, Rosa."

Just what in the hell is going on?

"What?" you mutter in confusion. "Is this some kind of trick?"

"Rosa, this is your fault. I told you that we need to stop scaring people," Lilly says. "You never listen to me when it's actually important."

"But it's fun," whines Rosa.

"We wanted to make friends, right?" her sister replies. "It's no use if they run away."

Rosa just sulks in response before speaking to you.

"What's your name, then?" she asks.

This is so much more bizarre than getting eaten by the monstrous girls in front of you.

"Huh?" you say, still dazed. "I'm Anon."

"Weird name," Rosa says a bit rudely.

"But what? Why?" you question. "Friends?"

"It's just us and father here," Lilly says sadly.

"So now you're our friend!" exclaims the other head.

You're a bit more composed now, seeing as you're completely unharmed. They could probably tear you to shreds with those sharp claws and pointy teeth.

"I, uh, okay," you reluctantly agree. "But you scared the hell out of me, like with that letter."

"Yeah, we wanted to play," Rosa responds like you're an idiot.

"But all the noise, and running around?" you comment.

"You were kind of snooping around our house..." Lilly says.

"And it's fun to chase people!" Rosa adds.

"Is it really?" you ask.

"I suppose it's a little bit fun..." Lilly admits. "But we didn't do anything to warrant you getting that scared."

"Yeah, you were too busy freaking out to listen to us," Rosa explains.

It all clicks at once. The terrifying statements were completely innocuous to them. Are they this oblivious? They might be a bit slow, or at least completely unsocialized. It's not surprising, considering how any normal person would react. Maybe your survival instinct isn't strong enough. Whatever. Hanging out with a monster would give you bragging rights, even if no one would believe you.

"My bad," you apologize. "You have to understand why a regular guy would get a bit frightened, though. We're not too good with things that we don't understand."

Luckily, you're not some gun nut who fancies himself as a monster hunter.

"That would explain a lot," Lilly notes. "But you're the first one that stayed."

"No one else came back, either," Rosa says.

"I guess I'm your first real guest, then," you comment.

"That's right!" she continues. "DAD! DAD! HEY DAD!"

You wince in pain from the noise. She's really loud, even more than you'd expect. You're not sure if the man can hear her, though. Surprisingly, you hear him respond from somewhere at the top of the ladder.

"Girls, please quiet down," he says. "I think there's still a stranger in the house, if you didn't scare him off."

"He's not a stranger anymore!" she corrects him. "He's our new friend!"

There's a long, pregnant pause before he speaks.

"...please come upstairs, girls," he demands. "And you as well."

He's giving them the dad voice, and they're acting like a scolded child, their expressive faces really sending it home. The walk of shame feels very weird, since it only involves climbing a ladder. He meets everyone at the entrance to the utility room before leading you out.

"I need to talk to our guest," he says sternly. "Alone. To your room, please."

"Yes, dad..." the two of them say in unison as they make their way up the stairs.

"Let's go to my study, Mr.?" he asks your name.

"Just Anon is fine," you answer. "Forgive me for looking through your things, but I assume you're Dr. Terry?"

"That is correct," he says as you follow him. "And you are forgiven."

He holds open the door to his dilapidated room, and as you make your way through another door, you enter an immaculate study. The horrible state of the main room must be to disguise the true nature of the building. He sits down at his desk, lighting a pipe, while you take a seat as well.

"This accursed leaf of the Devil..." he mutters to himself. "So, Anon. I assume you know why we're speaking?"

"I won't tell anyone, I promise," you assure him.

"I appreciate it, but it's not like it matters, anyway," he tells you.

"So I've figured this out by now, but your whole thing was an act, huh?" you comment.

"Exactly," he informs you. "Not too many people are as comfortable around a madman as you."

"Fair enough," you say. "Why did you even create them, though?"

"Rosa and Lilly were supposed to be the perfect companion. Smart enough to form a real friendship with a child, but with all of the appeal of a pet cat," he replies. "They definitely weren't supposed to look like that, and her capabilities and strength are much too dangerous. I have more than a few scars from when they were very small."

"That doesn't explain why they have two heads," you comment.

"It's so you can pet her twice as much," he says, explaining his strange rationale.

"So, you treat them like your children? Isn't that kind of strange?" you continue.

He sighs, sweet tobacco smoke exiting his mouth.

"I said I cannot take a life, and I wasn't lying. I had to take responsibility for what I've done, as I have for twenty years" he explains. "So I make sure that they stay here, away from the world. They'll have a comfortable life, and after I leave for paradise, they'll be able to take care of themselves. Here, until the day that God takes them as well."

"You want them to be trapped here forever?" you say, judging the man.

"It's what must be done," he replies.

"Aren't they supposed to be your daughters?" you accuse. "How could you wish that on them? Was all you said in your act really how you feel?"

He spins around his office chair to look out the darkened window.

"I may have exaggerated, but much of it is true. I have sinned, Anon. I apologize, but I will not explain myself or my reasons," he says. "As for you, I cannot ever turn away a guest. But I would ask you that you leave, and never come back. They might not notice while they're in their room."

"I..." you trail off. "I don't think I can. Did you see how excited they were?"

He spins back around, a grim look on his face.

"Darn it, Anon. You're making a very poor decision," he asserts. "It's not good for you, and you'll just end up hurting them. They're too different..."

"I'll just have to prove you wrong, then," you say as you get up.

He sees you out, but not before hollering at the two that they're allowed to come out. They bound down the stairs, giddy with excitement. You may have talked big, but it's finally setting in about how big of a commitment you've just made. You haven't made anything other than casual acquaintances for years, now, other than Ricky. But now your task is to be friends with a giant, powerful cat... person. People? What do you even talk about? Any experiences you've had aren't relatable at all to them. To call them naïve and sheltered is an understatement. Your thoughts are interrupted as your hand is grabbed by one of her lower ones, furry with squishy paw pads like a regular cat would have.

"Dad! Can you make snacks for us?" Rosa shouts, as he exits to prepare something for your group to eat.

"Let's go to our room," Lilly says shyly.

You've been brought to the bedroom that you explored earlier, this time lit with regular ceiling lights. It's a bit awkward to be in someone's bedroom when you just met them. The classical and luxurious room only makes you feel more out of place. After a little bit, the doctor returns with some simple finger food, and you start chatting with the twins as they eat. It feels a bit strange when you realize that you're alone in a grown woman's room, but the circumstances are a bit different.

"I don't know if this is rude, but what's it like having one body?" you ask, unable to contain your curiosity. "How do you like, decide what to do?"

They start thinking deeply on how to describe the experience, Rosa's face screwing up in thought. Lilly's face is a lot less expressive, and she's the first to answer.

"It's hard to explain..." she says. "Even though we act and speak differently, we still end up with the same decision."

"Yeah, we want to do the same stuff, but maybe more or less than the other," Rosa pipes in. "Like how I like to scare people, and Lilly doesn't, but in the end we both do it."

It doesn't seem they're as separate as you thought. It's more like different parts of a personality, split into different beings.

"Is that a twin thing, or are you like the same person?" you continue.

"I dunno, that's too complicated to think about," Rosa admits. "Lilly is the smart one, so I let her decide most things."

You don't know them well enough to call them smart or not, but they definitely have zero common sense.

"Yes, I couldn't answer that either," Lilly agrees. "It doesn't matter too much, as we have the same thoughts and desires. We share everything together."

"That's kind of cool," you say.

"It's just normal for us," Rosa says.

The food is bad enough to distract you from the conversation. It's simply Vienna sausages, garnished with government cheese. There's not even a cracker or something, since all they probably have is hardtack.

"So, what do you do here?" you continue. "No offense, but you have to get bored."

"I'm afraid we don't have a lot to choose from," Lilly admits. "There's board games, a Nintendo, and a DVD player in the basement. But we've practically memorized everything."

"And he lets us play on his phone sometimes," Rosa says.

The man living like a hermit has a smartphone? You remember that he's a Mormon, not a Luddite. It's the current year, after all. You have no idea who he'd talk to, though.

"But the only person we have to play with is dad," she adds. "Sometimes he reads to us, though. He really likes this boring book called the Bibble."

It looks like his teachings haven't stuck with them at all, but they're sweet girls regardless. Even with his feelings concerning their birth, he feels it's his responsibility to raise them well. At least he imparted some good morals onto them. You really wonder if he could really rear them so carefully and thoroughly, simply out of a sense of duty.

"What about yourself, Anon?" Lilly asks.

"I just like exploring places, like here," you answer. "I don't do much else besides work. It's an outdoors store. Tents, hiking poles, sleeping bags, and stuff like that."

"Wow, a job! We've only ever seen it on TV," Rosa replies. "That sounds cool."

"I guess it would, but you're not missing much," you say sardonically. "Anyway, you've got someone new to do things with. Any plans?"

"I quite like board games," Lilly answers.

You agree to play, and she brings out one of the worst games to play with only two people. Monopoly. To your surprise, they're also a great tactician, probably since they play frequently. Rosa can't help but rub this in your face, while Lilly silently and cooly revels in your struggle. There's something under the surface with her, unlike Rosa's straightforward persona. Despite this difference in ability, their rolls are absolutely horrid. It just drags on and on, but they show no sign of having a bad time. They ask questions to get to know you better, and you find that you actually have a lot to share. Your self-image always painted you as boring, but you're not, especially to her. The outside world fascinates her, and you find you can spin quite a yarn. She loves the dramatized versions of your adventures through the abandoned city, seeing you as some hero in the post-apocalypse. Your city isn't quite that bad, but you don't want to spoil her fun. It's a close game at the end, but eventually she comes out on top. They stand up in victory, Rosa unleashing a whoop, while Lilly only gives you a devious chuckle.

It's gotten quite late, past midnight at this point.

"Did you guys have a good time?" you ask. "I have to admit that this was a better Halloween than I expected."

"We would have to agree," Lilly says, speaking for the both of them. "It's a shame that we did not do any appropriate activities."

"Yeah, we've never done anything like that," Rosa says sadly.

"It's probably too late this year," you note. "But there's always next year."

They light up at your response.

"Yeah!" they respond cheerfully.

"Speaking of that, it's about time for me to go," you say.

"You're coming back, right?" Rosa asks, her insecurity leaking through.

"I will, I promise," you assure them. "I can make time during my days off."

"Okay," they reply, relieved but still a bit sad that you can't visit more. "I think we'll go to bed, then."

All of a sudden, they strip their clothing, unashamed of their nudity. It's a bit of a struggle as they remove their too tight clothing, their breasts straining to be free. The grunts and moans are innocuous but sound overly sexual. You should look away, but both your curiosity about her alien form and your natural instincts keep your eyes glued to her. Her chest bounces when she finally gets her top off, and you get a bit of a strange sight. There's a "normal" set of boobs, although abnormally large and heavy with pliable fat. You can barely see pink nipples poke out from her short fur. What's even more different is the fact that it's not her only pair of tits. Underneath her heaving upper pair, there's some barely perceptible ones, probably an A or AA cup. It must be part of the fact that she's a hybrid between man and beast. After they fish out some pajamas from their dresser with one set of arms and place them to the side, they start to bend over. Their lower hands slip into their waistband next. You hastily excuse yourself, to their confusion, as they wish you a good night.

You start to make your way downstairs, and it seems Dr. Terry is still up and about.

"Goodnight, Doctor Terry," you say.

"Goodbye, Anon," he says definitively.

He's still wary of you, but maybe you'll get through to him. Not for his sake, but for the twins.

"Anon, going out for a trip again?" your boss, Ricky, asks. "I'm glad you've given up that dangerous hobby."

"Well, I haven't given it up completely," you correct him.

The frequency of your adventures has gone down a lot since you met Rosa and Lilly. The only reason you go nowadays is for them. Whether it's for the sake of stories to tell, or to bring back a souvenir as a relic, you want to share it with them. Rosa's eyes light up with every tale, and even Lilly's composed demeanor cracks a bit. You've gone to visit at least once a week, sometimes more if time permits. But for Ricky, he only sees it as your passion for the outdoors awakening. You've gotten a lot of freebies, which is appreciated, but you of course have to remain vague with him.

"So where are you going out to this weekend?" he continues. "Same place as always? You still haven't shown me your secret spot."

"It's a secret for a reason," you joke.

"I'll get it out of you yet," he replies.

"Hey Ricky, mind if I leave early today?" you request. "It's not like we'll get much business today. I have to get some stuff done."

"Go ahead, Anon," he says. "It's not like you ever ask for a favor like this anyway. Sounds like you have some plans."

"I do," you reply. "Thanks, Ricky. I'll see you on Monday!"

You practically dash out of your workplace to run some errands. You have something special planned for the girls. It's been exactly a year now, so it's time to give them the Halloween that they always wanted. It's going to be a half-holiday, half-anniversary of your friendship. You go to one of those pop-up Halloween supply stores, and buy some overpriced candy. Of course, you avoid the horrible fare, like candy corn and circus peanuts. It was rather nerve-wracking the first time they tried chocolate, being part cat and all. It turned out to be fine, along with all other human foods. You've brought a lot of things for them to try on your trips there, and some for the doctor as well. Even though he obviously appreciates the kind gesture, he still acts a little iffy. They are pretty fond of hot dogs for some reason, even compared to nicer foods that you've given her. You think a big bag of assorted candies will suffice this time. You're feeling a bit festive, so you buy some small decorations, simple things like a string of paper bats and the like. Costumes aren't a good choice, since there would be none that'd fit them, and you dislike wearing them anyway. The supermarket is the next stop. Despite it being the age of streaming, it's well out of access for you at the church. Luckily, you raid the one untouched section in the clearance aisle, the bin of dirt-cheap DVDs. Even if their father disapproves a bit, they're practically horror buffs at this point. You try to avoid movies with things like werewolves, or any kind of animalistic monsters, although you're not entirely sure if that would make them self-conscious. The final touch is a classic, a good old pumpkin for carving. It's not going to be much of a party, but it'll provide at least a little taste of the experience.

You've found a few shortcuts along the trip to save some time, thanks to all of your visits. Seeing the barely legible sign next to the crude road, you turn into the entrance. The path is just as bad as ever, but you found a solution several months ago. It cost a lot of money, but you bought the most expensive high traction tires available. The mechanic looked at you funny as you requested him to put them on a normal sedan. It's still not easy, but they allow you to fully drive to the church itself. You're driving as careful as you can on the bumpy road, the pumpkin buckled into the passenger seat like a toddler would be. It'd be a tragedy if it got bruised, after all. Since no other car has parked here in decades, you have complete freedom to pull up right next to the door. You manage to fit everything into your arms, and as you walk up to the door, the two of them rush outside.

"Anon! Wow, you got so much Halloween stuff," Rosa chirps.

"We've never had any decorations here," Lilly informs you.

"I think you'll like them," you reply. "They're fun to set up."

You pass by the doctor's room as you make your way to the kitchen, and he gives you a curt greeting. It seems like he expects you most times, but he still doesn't quite approve of you yet. You've come here consistently for a year, what could the problem be? Perhaps the fact that you haven't given up yet is the issue. He doesn't pay you any mind as he continues his business. You drop off the things in the kitchen, and the first order of business is hanging the streamers. While you have to use a ladder, the girls effortlessly attach them wherever they see fit. It's a bit strange looking in the very utilitarian room, but it does brighten the mood a bit. The two of them haven't taken their eyes off the pumpkin the whole time.

"Ready to carve it?" you ask.

"Yes, let's," Lilly replies, her voice betraying her calm expression.

"First, we start at the top..." you start instructing them.

They seem a bit confused when you save the seeds, washing the pulp off of them and placing them onto a baking sheet. You promise them that it's a good snack, despite their reluctance. While they roast in the oven, you hand them a few tools to get started. It may be a bit tacky, but you pull up a cute design of a cat's face, whiskers and all. Even with excellent dexterity and extra hands, they struggle a lot with the precise cuts. The end result leaves a lot to be desired, with one eye much larger than the other. Some of its teeth are missing, the jagged zigzags accidentally removed during the process. Rosa seems pleased with it, however, and Lilly doesn't voice any objections. They lift it with two paws.

"Hey, look," Rosa says as she holds it against her cheek. "Triplets!"

"That's too many, I think," Lilly comments.

You jokingly agree, imagining how much of a handful three of them would be. It gets deposited on the table, and they place a flickering candle inside. To add to the atmosphere, you flip off the lights to their delight. Soon after that, a timer lets you know that the seeds are done. It's a struggle to remove the tray from the oven in the dim light, but you manage not to burn yourself. You dust them lightly with salt, and urge the two to try them. It's always a bit strange to watch them both eat at the same time, but you just ignore whatever is happening anatomically. Some things are best left a mystery. With such sharp teeth, it's a bit difficult for them to chew, but they like them regardless. All of you just snack on them, interspersed with some light conversation. You grab the plastic shopping bag holding the DVDs, and present them dramatically.

"Tada!" you say. "I got some more movies tonight. You'll love some of them."

"Okay!" Rosa says cheerily. "We'll go get the stuff."

Notes:

What do you think? One of the least shit pictures that I've drawn in a really long time, and my first one with full nudity. The funny thing is that she's wearing clothes in the story at that point, I just wanted to draw 4 boobs.

What about the Mormon bunker? They're no doomsday preppers, but they are supposed to have supplies for several weeks in case of emergency, mostly normal adversity like natural disasters.

Chapter 3 Notes:

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It's always a pain to go down into the basement to use the sole entertainment center. It does have everything you could need, however. The seating in the living room is extremely uncomfortable, especially for the twins. Sitting on one of the benches is like you trying to sit in a child's chair. There was a quick and easy solution, though. There's an abundance of blankets and pillows, and lying them on the floor is more comfortable than any couch. You place your hard-earned prize into the DVD player, pressing the button to retract the tray. You were looking for a very specific movie, and it ended up being in the very bottom of the clearance bin. You had to stick half of your body inside to grab it, but you know they will love it. Halloween, a classic. The movie starts, and you take your place beside them. As usual, they bring their body close to yours, your prone forms pressed side to side. One complication is the poor ventilation in the basement. It's warm down here, and for them, it's sweltering. You felt very awkward the first time they stripped down to their undergarments, but they simply acted like it was normal. You didn't even try to explain modesty to them, and at this point you've gotten completely used to it. They've always been very touchy-feely, probably because they're starved of physical affection for over twenty years. It's only the doctor and you, and you don't think he's the huggy type of person, regardless of how he feels about them. It's not too bad, since their silky fur feels nice on your skin. They can be pretty grabby sometimes, either being rough and playful, or possessive like you'll disappear if they let you go. It's understandable. Even if you wanted to break loose, there's no way, with how much stronger and bigger they are. They're attentively watching the movie, absentmindedly rubbing their fluffy cheeks and chins against you. Two purrs emanate from them, loud enough to distract you from the movie. It doesn't matter to you, though, and you settle into the peaceful experience. You're practically strangled during the climax of the movie, and they only release you when the credits start rolling. You sigh in relief, quietly as you can.

"What a movie, huh?" you ask, standing back up to queue the next movie.

"It was very good," Lilly agrees. "We enjoyed it very much."

"What's the next one?" Rosa asks lazily.

It's some B-flick that you've never heard of before, but the cover looked cool. The Humanstate: The Absolute State of Humanity. It looks like some sort of dystopian sci-fi, with killer robots enslaving humans, or something. Maybe it's more action than horror, but who knows. Your question doesn't get answered when it starts with a man in a collar and chains. The movie is kind of boring, rambling on and on as some kind of critique of society. It repeats the fact that humans are weak, small, foolish, and don't understand what's best for them. Apparently, complete subservience and control is the only solution, their overlords forcing them into sham marriages solely for the purpose of reproduction. It's very strange and fetishistic, making you wonder what kind of pervert green lit this schlock. It's unrealistic, and the rationale is almost non-existent. Of course, with such a premise, there has to be at least one sex scene. It's simultaneously too graphic and very hammy, both actors exaggerating their actions so much that they seem like cheap, plastic porn stars. In all reality, they probably are porn stars cast in a low budget film.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! I'M GONNA COOOOOOM!!!" yells out the man.

You have no idea how they got away with it in an R rated movie. It just doesn't seem to end, and your mind starts to drift. You snap back to reality when Rosa speaks to you.

"Hey, Anon?" she asks.

"Yeah?" you respond, trying to focus again.

"Kind of- Do yo- Wanna do dirty stuff?" she asks, completely failing to be casual.

"What?" you say, taken off guard by her question. "Do you get what you're saying?"

They are really naïve, so you have your doubts about them having knowledge about sex.

"Yes," Lilly responds for the two of them. "Screwing. Fucking. We want to have sex with you."

She was always blunt, but this might be a bit too far. You didn't even know that they learned such foul language.

"Where did you-?" you ask, getting cut off.

"Lots and lots of videos," Lilly admits. "Father lets us use his phone freely."

They've been watching god knows how much smut on that smartphone. The doctor is probably hopeless with technology, so he'd never find out. The curiosity just became too much for them. You'd feel like you were taking advantage of them, and you don't even know if you'd want to fuck a cat-shaped person.

"I think you should save that for the person you love," you say, trying to defuse the situation.

"We love you, Anon," Lilly declares. "You don't like us the same way?"

You've been forced into a corner now, your statement completely backfiring on you. What do you even say? You don't want to hurt their feelings, and you do like them. They're really great girls, fun to be around. You want to stay around them, and don't want to leave them alone, not out of some sort of pity. You never thought that you would be attracted to something that looked like them, but that has been proven false. Maybe they changed you, or it was always inside you, but that's not really important. Your emotions are definitely skewed towards them, but it's difficult to admit. There's so much conflict roiling inside you, and you don't know what you feel or what to say. All you can do is blurt out a non-committal platitude.

"I-I don't think the time is right..." you reply.

The girls look at each other for confirmation of some sort.

"Rosa?" Lilly asks.

"Okay," she replies, nodding.

The look on their faces is nothing like you've ever seen before. Rosa's is filled with some kind of determination and feigned confidence. In contrast, Lilly is practically boring holes into you. They're scheming something, and you find yourself shaken by their predatory gazes.

"Anon, I think it is time," Lilly declares.

Pushing themselves up to their knees, the unblinking stares send a shiver down your spine. They tower over you, a shadow cast over you, their body only lit by the large CRT television. The gaze they shoot at you is much more predatory than the one from your original introduction. Even though Rosa seems a bit unsure, her face slightly angled away from you, she's still staring you down with just as much hunger as her sister. If you didn't know any better, you'd think that they were some man eating beast.

"Lilly? Rosa?" you implicitly plead. "Let's just slow down a bit..."

"Why do you keep saying stuff like that, Anon?" Rosa questions. "Why are you lying to us?"

"You're lying to yourself more than you are to us," Lilly asserts. "We can read you better than you can understand yourself."

"I-" you blurt out.

She vaults over your body and flips you onto your back effortlessly. This all feels so sudden, but maybe you were just too oblivious to the signs. It's not like you'd ever expect that a being so different from you would be attracted to you. Especially not so intensely. It doesn't look like you have any choice in the matter, regardless of how you truly feel. This is only reinforced when her upper arms suddenly pin your single pair down.

"I-I'm going to give it so hard to you, babe," Rosa stammers.

This completely catches you off guard. Is she quoting what she learned from porn? Contrary to their ruthless assault on your body, it seems that at least one of them isn't feeling too confident. That's when you notice the slight trembling in their legs and their twin tails twitching left and right in anxiety.

"I'll let you see them," Lilly declares, referring to her chest.

Their arms start massaging you, and with the other ones, they unhook their bra. You've always wondered what the point of it is, since it only covers one set of breasts, but you don't have time to question it right now.

"Give me a kiss," Lilly says as they pucker up.

The other pair of hands slide up your sides to pin down your arms as well, and the original ones start to cradle your head. The soft paw strokes you along your jawline, and they lean forward to meet your lips. Halfway down, they realize that the height difference makes this impossible in this position. Lilly gives you a sultry chuckle as they slide their hips back until she can drop her head down to kiss you. It's successful this time, and she crashes into you. Growling, she forces her tongue into your mouth, her needle-sharp teeth digging into your lip. It's not drawing blood, yet. Her sister's head is next to hers, of course, and Rosa takes to dragging her rough tongue along the side of your neck. The wet, slimy organ coats your skin with a layer of warm saliva. She seems to savor your every shiver that she causes.

"Mmm, you taste so good," she moans.

The two of them are starting to affect you despite their clumsy movements and dirty talk. Lilly's kiss is overly aggressive as she tries to ram her tongue down your throat. It's already awkward with the difference in anatomy, and there's no nuance to her movements. Her unintentional bites on your lip somehow start to make you feel hot, the sense of danger adding to it. Lilly makes exaggerated slurps and moans throughout the kiss, making you drink down her spit. There's some sort of unspoken understanding as the two of them trade places, Rosa meeting your lips this time. She tries to be gentle and tender at first, but this lasts less than even a minute. It seems the excitement overrode her intentions, and she gets just as wild as her sister. If anything, she's even less controlled, overwhelmed by some fervor. The act devolves to her just mindlessly lapping and sucking at every part of your mouth that she can. Before the switch in positions, Rosa teased you with gentle licks, very different from what Lilly's doing.

"You like this, don't you?" Lilly asks as she nips at your tender flesh.

She's only giving you play bites, but her teeth are so deadly that they make your breath freeze. You can feel the points of her fangs form dimples on your throat, just a twitch away from sinking in. She drinks in every hitched breath and when you tense up in fear, she lets out a soft chuckle against your neck. The both of them grow more spirited every second, and Lilly's inhibitions dissolve as she draws the slightest amount of blood. You can feel both of them stop when she tastes the iron. Their body trembles with some kind of sadistic pleasure, before tending to you lovingly afterward. Rosa gives you what would normally be chaste kisses, but there's a much deeper meaning to them, while the other twin cleans your wound with her tongue. They eventually pull away, satisfied for the moment.

"You're such a dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty boy," Rosa chastises you, repeating the word much too many times.

"Don't pretend that you still don't want this," Lilly commands.

They make a very convincing argument. It's honestly only your pride keeping you from surrendering at this point. You didn't think you had a kink like this, but you don't know anymore. It could just be because it's them. Rosa turns to her sister, a little bit lost.

"Hey, what next?" she whispers very loudly.

"This slut's going to lick our pussy," Lilly declares.

Lilly really has a dirty mouth. You'd expect her to be the more reserved one of the two, but apparently she's been repressing this inside her. She's not what you'd call quiet, but she's definitely polite and proper in her speech. You don't want to call her downright mean, but she likes to treat you roughly. She has a sadistic streak, while Rosa simply gets overwhelmed with lust and completely loses control. Her intentions start out sweet, but she'll mindlessly take whatever she wants from you. They temporarily free you from their grasp, confident that you won't try to escape. You don't, because it'd be hopeless, and because of a barely repressed desire that they've awoken in you. The first thing they do after rising to their knees is put their dominant arms above your head to brace their body. The other ones remove her panties, any semblance of composure long gone as they're simply torn off. They entwine their fingers with yours intimately as they start to scoot forward, their lower body hovering over your face. You can just barely see her slit through the now soaked fur. Her lips are inflamed unlike anything that you've ever seen before. Their hips drop without warning, and they grind against your face as they both release a pleased sigh.

"There we go," Rosa says. "Really get in there."

Your face is already smeared with her unnatural amount of juices, but that doesn't stop them from rocking their hips to coax you to get to work. You relent, and start to lick at the hot folds slowly, not wanting to start too fast. Their thighs squeeze your head for a moment before they press more of their substantial weight onto you. It seems they have no intention on warming up at all, which you have to admit is probably unnecessary. They let out a throaty moan as they force your tongue inside them as they start to move again. You feel a painful amount of pressure on your hands as her powerful paws squeeze them until your knuckles are white. Moving in the opposite direction, they somehow smother your face even harder as their hips gyrate left to right. Lilly manages to force out some words interspersed with moans.

"You're a good seat," she says. "I think we'll have you do this from now on."

Rosa's not saying a word. If you could see her face, her eyes would probably be clouded over with lust. She does eventually break the silence, though, just to command you.

"...Clit," she says blankly. "Suck it now."

It's hard to reposition your head under her mass, and neither of them make any effort to aid you. It's a struggle, but you crane your neck upward to wrap your lips around the cleft of her pussy. You start exploring it with the tip of your tongue until you find the needy nub. They suddenly stop moving their hips, and even Lilly lets out a muffled cry. Their body jolts and stiffens like she's just been struck by lightning. Her claws punch through the blanket effortlessly, their torso slumping a bit forward. You already had an inkling that they were sensitive, but this might even be too much. To your relief, however, it definitely isn't painful overstimulation with how hard the girls are gripping your entire body. You flick your tongue against their erect button, and they heave, struggling to even moan. With loud slurps, you suckle on it until they remove their hands from the floor, and quickly tangle them in your hair. Suddenly, they pull at it with their powerful limbs, having no intention to let you go. They're yanking your head against their crotch with no regard to the significant amount of pain you're feeling. You can hear them breathe, only able to hiss and suck in air through gritted teeth. The twins really have a hair trigger, and they're on the brink of orgasm from the way their thighs tremble. It's time to finish this. You single-mindedly redouble your assault, and that's enough to throw them over the edge. Pulling and grabbing at your entire body, they can only make a husky groan as a small spurt of her excitement paints your face.

They collapse forward almost immediately, relieving a lot of the pressure on you. You're still pinned under her, but you have to wait for them to recover. They start to come to their senses, and you tap at them until they finally roll over onto their side. No words are exchanged as they start to run their hands over you, lovingly stroking you almost apologetically from your belly to your cheek. It takes entire minutes before they begin to sober up from the afterglow.

"Anon..." Rosa says, the rest unspoken.

"That- We should have done that sooner," Lilly fumbles her words a bit. "You might have enjoyed it as much as we did."

"That was..." you trail off. "Intense."

The three of you lay there for an extended period as they affectionately cuddle you. At some point, they look at each other and giggle mischievously, the reason only known to them. Without warning, they mount you again, looming over your supine body on their hands and knees. They then bring their faces to yours, sandwiching it between their fuzzy cheeks. Lilly gives you a soft, satisfied hum directly into your ear.

"Since you did a good job," Rosa whispers softly into your other ear. "We're gonna make you cum, too."

"Doesn't that sound nice?" Lilly says, her tone devilish. "But you have to be grateful. Tell us you want it."

You've been backed into a corner, but any willpower to resist inside you died a while ago. Rosa only chuckles in response, the hot breath tickling at your ears. You didn't think she'd want to make you debase yourself like this, but it seems she wants to get you to admit it, too. You're not sure if that's her thing, but she might be getting some kind of revenge for your hesitation. She was always a sore loser. Lilly is absolutely drinking your shame in, however, even before you admit anything. The smug satisfaction of you completely surrendering already seems to be giving her a high.

"Yes... please," you mutter.

"Good boy," Rosa says while Lilly gives you a few licks on the neck. "Now you get your reward."

Lilly nips you on the earlobe before she adds her comment.

"I hope you don't regret this," she says. "We're going to fuck you until you break."

After she revealed her true demeanor earlier, you know that it's no simple bluff. She's explicitly spilling her desires. She's at least halfway serious about going through with her threat, but the question is how far she will go. Things are about to get crazy, so you steel yourself, even though the threat only turns you on even more.

Their rough tongues scratch at your skin as they trail their way down. They lap at your collarbone before reaching your chest. You jump a bit when they simultaneously assault your nipples with their mouths. Everything they do to your body makes you feel unlike you ever have before. With the way their body is, it's like having a threesome with none of the complications. They move as one as they alternate between teasing you with their raspy tongues, and lightly sucking at them. It's ticklish and sensitive more than physically pleasurable, but the way they're toying with you is agonizing.

"It's a good thing that we love you, because you're such a pervert," Lilly comments. "You're dirtier than a whore."

You should be upset by Lilly's verbal abuse, but for some reason it turns the both of you on. There's no venom behind her words, as it's just another technique to make you squirm. Rosa defends you a bit, the contrast between the sisters' words jarring in a good way.

"I think it's okay, Anon," she assures you. "Because you're going to be doing the same for us."

The sandpapery tongues linger for much too long, before they trail their way down to your stomach. You're finally relieved of that torture. It only escalates when they crawl backwards to access your lower body.

"You won't be needing this anymore, big boy," Rosa says, hamming it up.

They deftly unbuckle your belt, practically tearing your bottoms off faster than you ever could. Your cock springs out, still painfully swollen from all of the stimulation earlier. Rosa looks at it with a hesitant curiosity, but Lilly simply licks her lips. The one thing they share is the bestial hunger lurking deep within their eyes.

"Wow..." Rosa says. "It's way different seeing it in real life."

"We made you that excited?" Lilly taunts. "Poor thing. But you better not cum too soon."

A paw reaches out for your erection, simply opting to squeeze it at the base as they gauge your reaction. All of the blood is trapped in it, making it bulge to their fascination. They don't stimulate it anymore, as they turn it from the left and right to see it from every angle. They study it for entirely too long until they're satisfied. Instead of releasing their vice grip, their other hands move to poke at prod at it more. One cups your balls, carefully massaging and rolling them in their hand. The others just play with you, the paw pad of their palm smearing the pre-cum all over the head. The final one simply extends its index finger to trail along whatever area tickles their fancy. It's slow and deliberate, causing you to writhe underneath their ministrations. They're doing it mostly out of curiosity, but they're also having fun with your reactions. They toy with you for minutes, and seemingly satisfied, they stop their assault.

"Looks like you're ready," Lilly notes.

"Yeah," Rosa agrees.

You're not completely sure that you are, but you did let them talk you into this in the end. Regardless of how you feel, your body is screaming for release already. Whether they notice or not, they start to take position. They move their hips forward, above your lower body, as they brace themselves with their many arms. Without any fanfare, they dip their hips down, and your rod is painfully bent as it's crushed underneath a thigh.

"Ow," you say.

"Darn it..." you barely hear one of them whisper.

They try again, smearing your tip against their nethers, but you end up sliding out, uselessly pressed against their stomach.

"Maybe you sh-" you start to say.

Another attempt is made, and your cock ends up sandwiched between their firm butt cheeks.

"Isn't it just supposed to go in?" Rosa harshly whispers to her sister.

"Let's just try grabbing it and shoving it in," the twin responds.

Now she's getting the idea. Putting her extra set of hands to use, she uses one to spread herself, and the other to guide you towards her entrance. She hits the mark this time, and despite her tightness, the copious amount of lubrication makes it effortless. In contrast to their eagerness before, they gingerly lower their body until you're fully inside them. They moan a bit as they settle on top of you, shifting their hips back and forth. There are audible squelches with each little adjustment she makes as her gooey insides hug you.

"Okay..." you hear Rosa mutter to herself.

Going from zero to one hundred as always, they instantly start slamming their body against yours. Their lower arms find themselves on your chest, claws digging into your flesh. It's probably not a pretty sight, but you can't tell from here. They've lowered their torso enough so they can hover over you, four crazed eyes looking deep into your soul. You can still smell the lingering scent of chocolate and sugar on their breath. To that extent, her other paws have wrapped around your neck, threatening to choke you.

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP!

They're ruthlessly fucking you while muttering some inaudible mantra to themselves.

"Hey, calm down a bit," you say, trying to get their attention.

You're completely ignored as their humps grow more furious. You can feel their fluids splatter on each down stroke of your messy coupling. It's a good thing that they're so wet, or this could've been an uncomfortable situation. As the assault continues, you feel your rear start to get bruised from the hard floor underneath the blanket. There are no signs of stopping until they decide to finish. You barely get enough time to savor it, but her walls are starting to massage at your length ever more frequently. That's when their hands begin to tighten, though it doesn't seem to be intentional. They're still whispering some unknown words through their gritted teeth as the pressure around your neck grows tighter. With a tight squeeze around your throat, you feel them slam down a final few times as they reach their climax. Their claws possessively dig deep into your pecs as they let out a strangled yowl. You feel their velvety insides quiver around your cock, and a small trickle of their fluids runs down your balls. She really is a quick shot, after all. After kneading at your chest a few times, they lean down to nuzzle at the top of your head, smothering you in their breasts. You cough a bit as they release your neck.

"Jesus, it's sex, not a race, girls," you say.

"Mmmn, it was good, though," Rosa hums.

"Right?" Lilly asks.

"It was, but, well," you dodge the question before deciding to be honest. "I didn't actually cum yet, though."

You can feel both of their ears perk up as they freeze. They then sit up, looming over you.

"So we're not done yet, then?" Rosa notes.

Lilly just gives you a dark chuckle.

"Maybe a bit slower this time," you urge them.

"If that's what you want..." says Lilly in a sing-song voice.

You're scooped up by their arms to meet her torso, nestled under her largest pair of breasts. You can feel a hand dip down between you, wet squishy noises emanating from the spot where you're connected. You can feel their pussy weakly spasm as she works their clit, before pulling their fingers away. They begin to slowly roll their hips along yours, taking their dripping wet fingers and putting them right into your mouth.

"Mmn, drink it up, slut," Lilly hisses.

"He really likes it, doesn't he?" Rosa giggles.

You don't have any room to argue as their long fingers invade your mouth, sometimes pausing so you can suck them clean. Other times they'll get a bit more aggressive, and playfully pinch or wrestle your tongue with them. All the while, they're still patiently rocking their body against you, albeit shaky from holding back their desire to absolutely ravage you. The fingers leave your mouth for a bit before cupping you underneath the jaw, another hand cradling the back of your head. You're guided to one of her smaller breasts at head level, the stiff peak of a nipple angrily poking at your lips.

"Here you go," Rosa says softly. "Here's the boobies you like so much."

"You're always staring at them, you know," Lilly teases. "You like the little ones a lot, don't you?"

Was it that obvious? You don't know how you were supposed to keep your eyes off them since they were practically flaunted around. One pair of tits is bad enough, but two? You're a mortal man, not a saint. You take the cherry-pink nipple into your mouth and suck on it greedily. This only causes her to cling to you tighter as her other arms pull you in closer.

"He's just like a little kitten," Rosa coos.

Their breaths grow only more labored as their lower body starts to speed up, becoming jerky and erratic as they start to lose control. Your legs are completely numb from having all of this weight on top of you, but that only amplifies the pressure building up in your loins. While they mash their sopping wet pussy onto you, all you can hear is the sloppy sounds of sex, their soft moans, and their shared heartbeat. The lurid sounds reverberate through the concrete halls of the basement, creating an echo chamber, highlighting all of the obscenity occurring. Your face is pressed deeply into the many soft globes of fat on their torso, slick with sweat and your saliva. They have a pleasant natural smell, the regular saltiness of perspiration mixed with the mild scent of an animal. Underneath all of it is the undeniable sweet feminine odor pouring from them. You start rolling your tongue over their nipple, and you feel their back start to shiver, the claws wrapped around your back starting to prick at your skin.

"Anon, are you close?" Rosa whines through gasps.

"Mmmhm," you mumble into their chest.

"Good," Lilly says plainly.

With their arms cushioning your fall, you're shoved onto your back as her full weight comes crashing down on you. You're drowned and completely smothered in more breasts than you thought you ever would be at one time. You're in a prison of pleasure and pain, all of your nerves alight. With no reason to hold back anymore, they pump their hips full throttle, with the sole intention of making you spill your seed. They're having trouble keeping the pace with how close they are to climax as well. The dam breaks, and the three of you reach a crescendo.

"Cum for us," Lilly chokes out.

"Cum in our pussy," Rosa moans out with a poorly rehearsed porn star flair.

You burst with explosive force, cumming harder than you ever have in your life. You start to feel dizzy as you flood their womb until it spills over. The combined liquids seep out from between you, but even still, her walls still undulate to milk you of even more sperm. It doesn't seem like it's ever going to end, the sweat from their breasts pooling around your face in a slippery embrace. Their heart races a million beats per minute as they suck in air, squeezing at every part of your body as they ride out their intense orgasm. Even after it fades, they still stay draped over you like a damp comforter until their afterglow ends. It takes a while until they can finally peel off of you.

"Oh, fuck," you sputter out.

They lift their body off of yours, a slurry of your mixed juices pouring out of them like a spigot. One of their hands spread their sex so they can inspect the amount that you released inside them.

"Wow, it just keeps coming..." Rosa mumbles.

"So you liked us that much?" Lilly replies cheekily.

They thankfully roll over onto their side to cuddle you a bit, deciding to groom at your hair and cheeks like a mother cat would. Your legs are still all pins and needles, even though nothing sounds better than some hydration right about now. You enjoy their company for several minutes until you're finally able to get up. You wash up a bit in the bathroom, and start to climb upstairs for the sweet, sweet nectar that is powdered sports drink. It seems you aren't the only one up and about, however.

"Anon," Dr. Terry says. "Spending the night again, I see."

"I hate to impose, but yes," you reply.

"You are," he says sternly. "Grab your drink, and let's talk in my study."

You mix up your sugary electrolyte infused water, and make your way into his room after knocking. He's spun around in his chair, looking out a window.

"How long are you going to continue this charade, Anon?" he asks. "It's been a year."

You're a bit offended.

"I think a year would have been enough to show you that I'm serious," you say.

He just harrumphs in response.

"I should ask what your plan is," you accuse. "Are you seriously trying to keep the only other person the girls know away from them?"

"I'm trying to do what's best for them..." he replies defensively. "You know it isn't right."

"I don't think you are," you argue. "And you're talking about your daughters like that again."

"I-I-" he stammers.

"Do you really think they're so wrong?" you spit at him. "Do you think girls that love their father so much are evil?"

You hear him suck in some breath.

"...of course not," he says, his voice shaky and small. "That's not my real sin, Anon."

You silently let him continue.

"It's because of what I made them," he explains. "I made it so they'll never have a normal life, that they'll never be happy. If they were just like you or me..."

"Doctor..." you say sympathetically.

"I can't even give them the slightest semblance of a normal, happy life," he chokes out, restraining great emotion.

"I'll do it," you declare.

He straightens up in his seat, still not daring to face you.

"You've done a lot for them, more than most could ask for," you say. "But they need someone else. I'll take care of them."

"Anon, you can say that-" he replies.

"You've taken responsibility, let someone else do it now," you urge him. "Someone who wants to. I promise."

"Anon..." he says thoughtfully.

"You've got other things to do, right? Maybe missionary work, or something like that," you say. "You can't be rotting away here out of guilt. Chicks need to leave the nest eventually."

There's a long, pregnant pause before he says something softly.

"...missionary work, huh? They always loved my stories about that," he muses. "Promise me that you'll take care of them, Anon. You're the only one that I can trust."

"I won't let you down," you promise.

"Good, good, that's settled," he says, composing himself after a sniffle. "Don't think I won't be keeping my eye on you, though."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," you reply confidently. "We don't want them to miss you too much, after all."

"Of course," he says. "Oh, and no funny business. You'd have to be a strange one, but I can't have anything happening to my girls out of wedlock."

You gulp nervously.

"HAHA! Yeah, you'd have to be super weird to do that," you blurt out.

"Hmm, yes," he replies, a bit confused at your outburst. "Oh, and try to keep that roughhousing to a minimum. You three were so loud, and it's improper between a man and a woman."

"Sorry!" you say. "Won't happen again!"

You quickly make an expedient retreat before he can finish whatever he was about to say. With juice in hand, you make your way to the basement to begin planning. Hopefully she takes the news well.

"Anon, what's with all the crazy hours?" Ricky asks. "Not that I mind, but what are you even saving for?"

"A cabin, actually," you answer. "Something closer to the city, but still out in nature and remote."

He gets a thoughtful look on his face.

"Did you have a place in mind?" he asks.

"No, not yet," you respond.

"What about mine, then?" he offers. "I never use it, and we can do a super cheap rent-to-own thing. How about... this?"

The price he offers is ridiculous, half as cheap as the rent you pay for a studio in the city. It'd take you less than a decade for him to sign off the deed to you. He's practically giving it away.

"I couldn't- that's just too much!" you argue.

"Anon," he says plainly. "After I got out of Vietnam, I worked for DARPA for decades. How do you think I can afford to run a shop so deep in the red? It's pennies in the bucket for me."

A lot more makes sense about the man now.

"DARPA?" you reply.

"I regret all of it, that warmongering nonsense," he sighs. "But without it, I never would have met Andrea, bless her soul."

"I-I can't thank you enough!" you say.

"You'll still be close to the shop," he says. "How could I leave my favorite employee out to dry?"

"I'm your only employee," you joke, and the two of you laugh heartily.

You start moving your things surreptitiously, Rosa and Lilly having no idea about your plans. Once everything is done, you visit the church one last time.

"Rosa, Lilly..." you say despondently. "I'm afraid I can't come visit you anymore..."

"What!? Why?" Rosa asks, Lilly looking similarly as heartbroken.

This was probably going a bit too far, but it's too late to back down now.

"Because we're moving in together!" you say, grinning. "I bought us a cabin closer to town!"

Their faces melt into confusion, then into bubbling anger.

"You scared us, you idiot!" Rosa shouts, and unleashes a swipe of her cat paw at your chest.

Ouch, this shirt is done for now. Play stupid games, get stupid prizes, after all.

"Idiot, idiot," Lilly agrees.

"Sorry, I just couldn't help myself," you say. "But we need to get your stuff packed, then we'll get to see each other every day!"

"Anonymous, it's not nice to play tricks, you know," the doctor scolds. "I agreed to keep it a secret because it was supposed to be a nice surprise. At least all of you will be a lot more comfortable there."

"We sure will," you reply.

"Oh, do you have enough rooms there?" he asks. "I know you two like you sleepovers, but you should at least get seperate beds. I can buy one for you."

"Everything's settled, Doctor," you answer with a lie of omission.

"Good, good," he says. "Let me see if I can help you a bit with your things."

They pout for just a second before they grab all of their meager things. There are not many objects to grab other than a few sentimental possessions, the rest outclassed by the new furnishings in the cabin. The goodbye between them and the Doctor was tearful, but it signified a big leap forward in all of their lives. Their adoptive father is finally going on his own journey as well. It only takes one harrowing trip to the cabin, where you thankfully don't run into anyone in the middle of the night. You unpack the same night, and the three of you settle down in the much too expensive mattress, large enough to fit you three. The next several weeks are blissful, and you thank Ricky every day for what he's gifted to you. However, he soon brings a bad omen onto your doorstep, literally.

There's a knock at the door, and when you pretend not to be home, he simply uses his privilege as a landlord to unlock the door.

"Hide! Hide!" you whisper at the girls.

"Anon! I brought you some food!" he calls out.

"Haha, hey, Ricky," you say as you stand entirely too close to him.

"Let me go set this down," he says as he pushes his way past you.

He instantly spots them, as they close the worst hiding spot. Her foot paws are jutting out feet from behind the couch, and her twin tails are dancing above it.

"Hey, who do we have here?" he says normally as he peeks over the backrest.

Her eyes are wide as he looks over.

"Oh, wow!" he replies, shockingly calm. "Does she want some of this trail mix?"

The three of you are stupefied as he puts some in a bowl for everyone to eat, and sits down on the couch with everyone else.

"Pretty good, isn't it?" he asks. "It's my own recipe."

"I-but- how-?" you sputter out, simply only able to point at her with both hands.

"I worked for the government, silly!" he chides you. "I've seen way stranger things than this!"

"I guess so," you reply.

"So, can she talk?" he asks. "Don't tell me that's why you got that extra large bed, you sly dog!"

His sharp elbow jabs bring you back into reality, and you introduce them to him. It's so refreshing to have another person that you can share the loves of your life with, and he treats it as completely normal. If anything, he's happy for the three of you. After a bit of friendly chatter, he excuses himself and lets you know that he can bring anything if you need it. It looks like Rosa and Lilly made yet another friend. You watch him as he leaves, walking thoughtfully.

Ricky talks to himself as he slowly walks to his 4-4.

"Wow, another hybrid," he mutters. "And she's definitely not one of ours. I wonder how Anon ran into her?"

He continues dawdling along.

"She'd make a terrible soldier, I imagine. And two heads, too! How silly," he laughs to himself. "He has to be a very patient man."

All of a sudden, he pauses, and opens up a locket.

"I hope you're seeing it, Andrea," he says wistfully. "We'll make them even happier than us."

The faded photograph is almost indiscernible, but the figure next to him has animalistic ears jutting from her head. He snaps it shut before continuing back to his car, whistling a merry tune.

You finish posting on the same board that led you to them, a picture of them posing proudly. You trimmed off the EXIF data and fudged the picture around a bit in a program, of course.

"you guys need to get /out/ more. I met my waifu"

You just let the replies roll in.

"Shoop! I can tell by the pixels!"

"Get your AI slop off this site."

"I can't even get away from furfags on this board..."

"WANT WENDIGO WIFE"

">Mal0 gf"

You snap shut the laptop, waiting to see the flood of replies when you get back to it later. It's been well beyond a year since you visited that accursed hellhole, but this is the best send-off that you could have ever dreamed of.

"Wow, that was, something," you say to the twins as they eat almost all of the trail mix. "Hey, slow down there, I barely had any!

"I'm eating for two, after all," Rosa jokes, as usual.

"We are gaining weight, though," Lilly says, cupping a paunch that has gathered around their lower stomach.

"I think it's cute," you assure them.

"Of course you'd say that, it's going to all the right places," Rosa says accusingly, pointing out their breasts. "Even the lowest ones are starting to come in a bit."

It's true, what used to be a third set of nipples have now budded into a tiny pair of teats.

"Well, just stop the midnight snacking," you say. "You keep on getting sick in the morning."

Rosa only laughs.

"Ha ha! If this were a movie, this is where we'd find out that we were preggers!" she jokes.

You feel a jolt of something hit you, and you start for the door.

"I'mgoingtothedrugstore," you slur out as you leave.

They call out after you, confused.

And with that, the adventure of life has just begun. And you know that it's going to be Super Rad.

THE END, AND HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Notes:

Thanks to those that helped proofread this!

This ended up so fucking long, a oneshot is not at all a way to describe this. Sorry I didn't reach my goal of the 1st, I got the flu really bad. It was terrible.

More Inglorious Amateur soon, new chapter is already halfway done!

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