Feisty Feline Friends
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*Triple F for the win! Makuta from FurAffinity wanted a better life for his fursona. So how to go about this treacherous task? Have a crazy cat man snatch you out of a feline shelter and bring you home among even more cats! For Makuta, that doesn't seem to be much of an issue. He lived among felines and knew how to behave around them... or did he? Knowledge always finds a way out when your friends are particularly interested in what's under your tail... *
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Another day passed. Makuta snuggled around his silky strap of cloth and closed his eyes. He wanted to believe tomorrow will be special. Somehow, he retained that radiant nugget of hope in spite of the hurtful truth. The next day? What was that compared to the days that stretched behind him? The weeks? The months?
Makuta could hardly remember what brought him to the shelter in the first place. His memories were fuzzy, just like the life he had before he arrived at the shelter. There was a good reason why he did, yet Makuta turned his thoughts away. He needed rest, not answer. If tomorrow was the day, he had to be all proper and presentable.
The sun dawned. Mews and mewls of all pitches and intensities resonated throughout the shelter. Mornings were always so loud in a shelter packed with stray cats. Makuta didn't know half the residents and he already disliked their persistence. Everyone was so insistent and demanding, as if a harsher cry sped up the caretaker's steps. The boy was late. He always had better things to do than doing his job. Makuta hated that too. There were so many things he hated. The tangled bars twisting around in front of his eyes, the hard stone below his paws, even his own bed. If it could be called such. The boy took off his shirt after a cat sprayed it with urine, ripped it in pieces, and offered the parts to those who knew how to behave.
Makuta was one of the lucky ones. He dragged the tawny cloth with a clawed paw and started kneading on it. The visitors were about to come, as well as the first meal of the day. Those gave him something to look forward to. Anger and spite never did any good inside a cage. Makuta saw a few cats driven mad by the improper conditions. When that happened, the boy brought his shock stick, stung them once with the shiny tip, then carried them away.
Makuta never heard their mews ever since. He shook his head, closed his eyes, then dashed his tongue along a fore paw. Grooming felt so good. Makuta lost himself in the delightful strokes of his tongue. He was so into it that he barely noticed when the boy opened his cage.
"Breakfast," he grunted and thrust a small bowl into the cage. Makuta blinked as the gate banged shut. He approached the bowl, neck stretched, nostrils twitching. A few pieces of canned fish swam in a sea of murky water. Makuta didn't think too hard before delving right in. Food was food, no matter how gross it looked or tasted.
He ate, cleaned his whiskers, and almost leaped into the ceiling when the bell rang. The first client was already here!
Makuta walked as close as he could to the metal gate of his cage and sat on his haunches, tail wrapped around his legs and ears held attentively above his blue furred head. With this pose and grace, he looked as proper as any cat had the right to. Humans came and went, one after the other. Makuta analyzed them. The time he spent inside the shelter allowed him to learn a bit about human behavior. Some liked submissive cats. Others preferred playful ones. Makuta tried to be everything, yet he never succeeded. No matter how good he played his roles, the humans always grumbled, shook their heads, complained or simply left without sparing a glance.
Rejection was hurtful. It meant another day of captivity. A life packed inside a cage with the mewls of other cats and a stupid boy for company. Makuta did his best until the sun went down, then retreated back to his bed with a disappointed meow once the shelter was closed for the night. His heart was heavy and his paws tired, but tomorrow was another day. Tomorrow, he had to be ready.
So far, tomorrow started off just like the other days. Grumpy humans came and left, giving all manner of hurtful comments about Makuta's fur. Words such as freak or abomination were used. Makuta blocked them. He got so used to insults that they passed right around his ears. No humans thought otherwise until a girl of scant age walked inside the shelter, accompanied by her large, perfumed mother. She went to talk to the boy, leaving the girl to roam as she pleased.
She laughed and giggled, walking from one cage to the other until she stopped in front of Makuta's.
"Woooow. What a pretty kitty! Mommy, come take a look!"
"I'm busy honey. Why don't you play with the kitty while mommy talks?"
"Oooh! Play! Will you play with me, kitty?" The girl giggled and poked a finger through the bars.
Makuta looked at her. This seemed the type of girl who adored cute. So he licked her finger once, then rubbed his head around it, showing her just how silky a cat could be.
The girl was ecstatic. She laughed and pushed all her pink fingers through, wanting to touch more. Makuta presented everything he could. He allowed the girl to touch his ears, then rubbed his muzzle and whiskers around her fingers. He even lifted a forepaw, allowing the girl to touch and feel the warmth and softness of his pads.
"Mommy, look! This kitty loves me! She shook my hand!"
She? Makuta blinked once and stared. Human offspring always had troubles telling gender apart. He was half tempted to turn around and lift his tail high above his gender until the girl pushed into his paw.
"It's so soft. Does it tickle, kitty?"
Makuta meowed, rubbing adoringly against the bars.
"Mommy, she loves me. She loves me! Come and look!"
"I will. Just be careful, darling. All cats have claws."
"This one is gentle. She keeps licking me!" the girl giggled excitedly. "Can I take her out, mom?"
"No honey. Just look at her and don't touch."
"My cats are all cleaned and proper Ms. Auberdine," the boy intervened with his rougher voice. "Let your little angel enjoy them."
"I want to take her out! Pleaaase moooom!"
Makuta's heart skipped a beat. Was he going to be adopted? Would he finally find a home? He purred heartily, concealing his nervousness behind rubs and licks.
"You will do no such thing, darling."
Steps approached, then stopped.
"Actually, she can," the boy said. "Just pull the iron thing from the door, little angel."
"Why do you encourage her?" the mother asked on a sharper voice.
The boy dragged his voice. "I had a sister who was just like her Ms Auberdine. Crazy for cats. Couldn't do a thing to stop her."
"Well, this is my daughter, and-"
"I know. You love her. But we have a debt to discuss, so..."
The boy kept speaking and speaking, ramming the mother with his annoying words until she gave in.
"Oh fine! Just remain with the cats honey. I will be back in a bit."
"Can I hug her, mommy?"
"Do anything you wish, but be careful!"
The two adults walked away, leaving the girl alone. She approached Makuta's cage, brushed the golden hair from her eyes, and smiled warmly. "Pretty kitty wants to play?"
Makuta mewed excitedly.
"So cute!" she laughed, waving her hands all around. "My friends are going to be so envious! I will get you home with me, but first we'll play!"
The door clicked. With a quick pull, the girl shoved it open and slowly extended her hands towards Makuta.
"Come here, you fluffy kitty!"
Makuta walked into the girl's embrace. He stared at the girl's blue eyes, focusing on them when the ground left his paws. He flew through the air just a bit before the girl placed him back on the ground.
"Ok, lets play! Show me what tricks you know!"
Makuta rolled on his back, jumped, and did everything in his power to impress the girl. She was positively charmed, always touching, always laughing.
"Oh, good kitty. Smart kitty. Lets give you a good massage. Drop on your back please."
Makuta did as instructed. He rolled to the side, then faced the ceiling, paws held above his chest, tail sliding between his legs just enough to cover his gender.
"Oh, you're a good kitty. Look at that fluffy belly!"
Makuta closed his eyes. This girl was truly an angel. Not only she was always happy, but her fingers knew exactly where and how hard to scratch. Makuta loved how she sunk into his fur and rubbed around his shoulders. The muscles there required a harder rubbing compared to the soft pads of his paws. The girl was very gentle with those. She pressed a few times, complimented the warmth of his pads, then slid down towards his belly.
That's when her massage got truly intense. Makuta meowed softly. Her caress felt so good. His hind paws drew back, curling just slightly under the waves of bliss.
"You like that?"
Makuta meowed louder.
"I knew you would!" she giggled, moving towards his meaty flanks. "What about this?"
It tickled! Makuta meowed and closed his eyes. Somehow, those tickles felt a lot better than he expected. They heated his blood and relaxed his muscles. He laid back with a long, blissful purr and pawed at the air. The girl scratched under his chin. Warm shivers coursed through his body. Makuta bathed in their heated pleasure, curling his toes after every throb. He felt so good. So relaxed. Every muscle in his body became soft, aside from one.
The girl's fingers retreated.
"Wh-what's that?" she asked. Concern dripped from her voice.
Something was wrong. Makuta opened his eyes. The girl had her finger pointed towards his tail. No. Not his tail.
His cock. It was completely out of its sheath, tensing with every rapid beat of his heart. A drop of glistening fluid gathered upon the tip. Makuta could do nothing about it. The fluid fell when his cock tensed, traveling between his barbs and wetting the blue fuzz around his balls.
The girl wrinkled her nose and stood up. "Ewwww! Mommy!"
Makuta rolled on his belly, hiding his embarrassing erection. He might have been to late though. The girl's mother came in an instant, looking at her child as if a terrible disease struck her.
"What is it, honey? Did the cat hurt you?"
"N-no," the girl whimpered. "I think she's ill, mommy. It has this strange pink thing under its tail."
"Can I see it?"
The girl looked towards Makuta, blue eyes shining with concern. "Please show her, kitty. My mother can make you well."
Makuta had a difficult choice ahead of him. Show her his gender and risk a possible outburst, or deny her request? A home was worth a lot more than pride. So Makuta rolled on his side, tail pushed to the side, paw lifted above his stiff erection.
"Oh dear," the woman slapped his flank. "Put that back, cat!"
Makuta obeyed, though even that failed to please the woman. She got up, pointing a finger towards the boy.
"Did you see what happened?"
"No. Should I?"
The boy too came, turning Makuta around and chuckling at his predicament. "Looks like somebody enjoyed himself too much."
"This is no laughing matter. What if...what if he... you know what? In my daughter's face?"
"Mommy, what happened? Why are you so angry?"
"Shush dear. The caretaker has to take the kitty away," the mother waved dismissively and pushed her daughter close.
"Whyyyy?!" the girl squeaked, arms flailing. "I want to take kitty home, mommy. Please please please please!"
"You can't honey. This kitty is sick."
"Wh-why?" the girl sobbed. "Is it because of what I did?"
"No, no. It just has a small tumor under the tail. The caretaker can heal it though, and after that we can take the kitty home."
"Will it hurt?" the girl asked.
"No honey. It will not hurt at all. Go at the door now and wait for me there. Mommy will give this good caretaker money to help with the kitty's recovery."
Makuta froze. Everything happened too fast. He didn't understand half of the words the humans talked to each other. The woman gripped the boy and approached his ear.
"Come here, you stinky wretch!"
"H-hey. Careful with my hair, lady!"
The woman grabbed him by the scruff and squeezed so hard the boy winced. "You leave males intact to pee and cum as they like? What kind of shelter is this?"
"I...I didn't notice!" the boy moaned.
"Bullshit you didn't. Castrate him, or I will call the police and sue your shelter into oblivion."
"I-I will. Just no cops. Please!"
"Today," the woman hissed. "I want you to have his balls cut today, or you will hear no end from me."
The boy mumbled his agreement and also added an apology once the woman left. Makuta looked around, too shocked to understand what exactly happened. The girl was just about to take him home with her. What went wrong? How? Why?
He felt a pair of hands wrapping around his sides. In the next moment, he was lifted into the air and held before a pair of brown, regretful eyes.
"You have it rough, boy. Nobody likes your fur, and now even the weight of your balls drags you down. Maybe cutting them loose is the best option."
Makuta hissed, barely resisting the urge to sink his claws into the boy's soft skin.
"I don't like it either, mate. Fuck, can't imagine having my own balls cut. But think about it for a bit," the boy placed Makuta back in his cage. "A home is a home. Better eat something warm and have a roof over your head than a pair of balls under your tail. What can you do with them anyway, with no females to breed?"
Makuta retreated into the back of his cage with a saddened mewl. Maybe the boy was right. The pleasure he extracted from licking his cock and spending his seed was short and temporary compared to the lasting relief of a home.
"Don't be sad, kitty. It won't hurt a bit," the boy closed the door. "Cum is a small price to pay for a proper home. I'll leave you for a bit to enjoy yourself before we cut them off, alright?"
Makuta bowed his head helplessly and watched the boy leave. Once his steps took him far back, Makuta curled around himself. He pushed his nose under his flank, sniffing into his cock. He liked his musk almost as much as he liked his balls. He gave them a couple of licks, purring softly as the tip of his cock greeted his tongue. Makuta's claws slid out of their sheaths. His tongue felt so good around his wet cock. He licked, and licked, brushing the hardening meat with his barbed tongue.
Makuta pulled back just before his balls spilled their load. As much as he hated to stop, orgasms made him tired and unfocused. With a curt mrowr, Makuta pushed his nose into a fore paw and closed his eyes. He needed his instincts to be at their sharpest when the boy returned. Otherwise, how else could he attempt to escape?
He played several scenarios through his head before the sound of steps approached. Makuta tensed. His eyes narrowed, fixed on the gate. If he climbed up the boy's arm quick enough, he could claw his eyes out and buy enough time for a quick escape. It was a quick, simple plan.
The boy was near. Makuta prepared to strike when his hand reached the lever. He tensed like a spring, ready to pounce. The door slid open with a click. His hand would come inside any time now.
It didn't. Instead, the sparkling tip of the shock stick greeted Makuta, ramming straight into his chest. Makuta yowled and trembled, rattling from every joint of his body until the boy pulled the stick back.
"Thought I'm stupid, cat?" he thrust his arm inside and pulled the limp cat from the cage. "I knew you would fight. No sane male wants his balls cut, you know. At first, I had no problems with your little package, but food costs, and money are limited," he continued grumbling.
"Nobody even spared a glance aside from that little girl. She likes your fur, fuzzy paws, but not your balls," he cupped a few fingers around Makuta's package and squeezed.
Makuta mewled weakly. He still felt pain, even if every muscle in his body felt stiff.
"Soft and squishy. Shame to see them go, cat, but it's for the best."
Makuta bit into the boy's fingers. His teeth trembled upon the boy's skin, and his jaws barely had the strength to hold.
"Cute," the boy laughed. "You'll have to do better than that, kitty."
Makuta tried, yet nothing seemed to work. Even his claws refused to come out of their sheaths. All he could do was wait and watch. Watch how the boy's steps took him closer and closer towards the infirmary, and the sharp objects that awaited inside that dreadful place.
The bell rang. Somebody just came in.
"Hold on a minute," the boy said.
"I'd rather not, so just turn around and greet me," a deep voice said.
"Bit busy with a package, sir."
"Package, eh?" the man approached from behind. "Do you often treat your cats like object? Turn around and show me what you're holding."
With a sigh, the boy did as he was bid. Makuta looked up towards the face of his savior. He had a black beard, grey eyes, and a clean, expensive suit.
"Saw enough?" The boy asked impatiently.
"Not exactly," the man reached a hand towards Makuta.
The boy stumbled back as if bitten. "You only touch if you adopt it, Sir. No bargaining."
"Mhm," the man nodded. "This one certainly looks intriguing. Blue fur is quite rare in cats. Where were you taking it?"
"To the infirmary. Another client expressed her interest in this particular specimen. She wants to adopt him, if a certain request is met."
"Such as?" The man inquired.
"She wants me to have his balls cut, so unless all you can do is staring with those creepy eyes of yours, I suggest-"
A hand gripped the boy's throat and pushed him against the wall. "You will not lay a finger on this cat. Do you understand, boy?"
"I...ghh," the boy coughed. "He's mine. You can't just-"
"Not anymore," the man punched the boy in the stomach so hard he fell. He gripped Makuta inside a hand and pulled him protectively towards his chest. The didn't even spare a glance as he rushed through the door, leaving the boy and the shelter behind.
"I'll be the one adopting you, dear feline," the man said as he gently stroke Makuta's fur. "I have a warm home where you can rest, food, and two cats who would love to meet you. I promise that as long as I live, no steel will touch your fur. You are perfect just the way you are, and there is nothing I will change about you. Ever."
He proved that point quite well. His fingers moved all over Makuta's body, insisting just a bit more on the balls. The measured, weighted, and felt around them before pulling his hand back.
"Healthy as ever," he smiled. "Good thing I came when I did. No responsible cat owner mutilates his pets for no reason."
Makuta meowed his approval and nuzzled into the man's chest. He barely got out of the shelter, and he already felt loved and cared for. The man gently placed him on the left seat of his car and drove off. Makuta spent much of his time resting. The shock lessened slowly, disappearing almost completely once the car stopped.
Makuta eagerly climbed into the man's grip once they got out of the car. Everything smelled so fresh. He saw wide, blooming gardens and smelled the scents of many flowers before the man entered his home. He placed Makuta down, giving him a fond stroke over his back.
"I'm afraid I can't stay long, dear cat. My schedule is quite packed today. I swear, that movie takes up more time than I spend sleeping. Preposterous."
Makuta followed him to the kitchen. The man placed two bowls on the ground, filling one with water and the other one with tasty chunks of meat. Makuta licked his whiskers, tempted to just dive in.
"There's more dry food in that sack over there, if you still feel hungry. I'll have to leave now before the boss notices my absence. The house is all yours. Explore!"
And with that he ran towards the door. Makuta wanted to follow, but he was too tired and too hungry. He mewled loudly when the man opened the door, and turned towards his food when the door closed shut.
The meat was delicious. It had sauces and spices much tastier than anything he ate at the shelter. Makuta chewed into the soft meat, purring heartily at the juices that spilled into his mouth. It was so tasty! Once he finished eating, he refreshed himself with a few laps from the water bowl. By this point, his belly was thoroughly filled to space for water.
Makuta swiped his tongue over his dripping whiskers and looked around. The house looked huge. He walked from one room to the other, marveling at the diversity of sights and scents. This man had everything! Makuta lingered in the bedroom. He loved that room the most, with its big, big bed. Everything felt soft and warm under his paws. He rubbed around the pillow, crouched under it, then emerged on the other side. So soft... Sleeping on top of that pillow certainly felt a lot better than the rag he had back at the shelter.
After he satisfied his curiosity, Makuta leaped off and explored the rest of the house. He saw many strange objects. Many of those he could not name, yet a touch was most often enough to tell him whatever he needed. Makuta jumped on top of tables, TVs, computers, and even caused a few books to fall off their shelf.
"Somebody is making a lot of noise. Is that you, Shelby?" a voice asked.
Makuta quickly hid under an upturned box.
"I'm still grooming, Nyx."
"Then what happened? The books fell by themselves?"
"Told you there are ghosts in this house. You never believe me."
"I believe what I can see. Feel. Touch."
"Then go out there and inspect!"
"Lazy ass," one of the cats hissed.
Makuta couldn't tell them apart. One had a deeper voice than the other, but that was everything he knew. He pushed the box up just a bit, revealing a pair of black paws walking on the laminated wood. They moved with feline grace, barely making a sound.
"Shelby."
"What?"
"I think I found your ghost."
Makuta removed his paw, but not fast enough. The black cat leaped, jumping on the box hard enough to break through.
"Boo!"
Makuta scrambled on his paws and dashed towards the closest room, only to ram head first into a big, fluffy cat.
"Wha-hello there to you too!" The cat said, wrapping a paw around Makuta's neck. "How did you know I prefer hugs over head rubs?"
"I-I didn't," Makuta stammered, trying to pull back. The other cat was bigger, fluffier, and evidently stronger. He squeezed Makuta warmly against his chest while his nose sniffed all over his head.
"Purrr...you smell of streets. Are you a stray, by any chance?"
"Shelter," Makuta finally managed to crawl a few steps back. "I come from a shelter."
"Intriguing," the black cat said from behind. He too rubbed along Makuta's body, delighting in the caress. Its throat rumbled with joy, and his muzzle was quite busy, rubbing and licking wherever it saw fit. That mostly meant around Makuta's jaw and ears.
Makuta felt so embarrassed. He wasn't used to this kind of contact. Most cats spat and clawed at him. That's what he was used to. Hate and violence, not hugs and affection right from the start!
"Just relax. We are not going to harm you in any way."
"I...I am relaxed," Makuta lied.
"Is this what you call relaxed?" The black cat pawed at Makuta's stiff tail. "Or this?" he pushed his head into his shoulder. "You are almost as tense as the wood below our paws!"
"Can you blame him, Nyx?" the big one said. "You creep the poor thing out, with that weird rubbing and licking. Just step back and allow him to breathe for claw's sake!"
"Is that true?" Nyx looked into Makuta's eyes. "Am I being too persistent?"
"No. Maybe," Makuta bowed his head in shame. "Just a bit?"
"A bit too much," Shelby laughed. "Come here and give the newcomer some space."
Nyx meowed his agreement and walked forward. His tail rubbed under Makuta's neck with a slow, teasing motion. Makuta purred. Nyx had such a soft touch, and a pair of beautiful balls. They were firm and plump, comfortably settled in the sack dangling below his upraised tail.
"He's staring," Shelby said.
"Oh really?" Nyx turned around. "What caught your interest, my dear?"
Makuta remained silent
"Cat ate your tongue?" Nyx tickled Shelby's chin with his tail.
"Your mouth is an annoying sort, Nyx. Not your tail though. You can keep doing...exactly what you're doing right now," Shelby said, looking at Makuta. "You don't have to answer his pesky questions."
"I...no. I do, actually, because I am a cat. I mean we're all cats," Makuta blinked and licked his muzzle to straighten his tangled tongue. "What I wanted to say is that I'm happy to be here. The house is beautiful, the food was tasty, and your balls are so silky and warm."
The two cats looked at each other before they burst out laughing.
"I meant the bed!" Makuta hissed.
"Sure you did, buddy," Nyx said.
"Nyx loves to play with his little jewels," Shelby licked the black cat's jaw. "I do that from time to time too. Oh, the feel of another one's balls in the pads of your paws is such an empowering feeling."
"Do that, and I'll empower you with a load of my seed," Nyx purred.
Makuta watched silently how the two rubbed and nuzzled into each other. Were they...lovers? The loud noises they made and the insistent licking suggested at something deeper than friendship.
"Guys, I really meant bed," Makuta said. "I like balls too, but the kind you chase after."
Nyx got onto his paws. "Wait. You're saying you never played with yourself?"
"I...I did. A little," Makuta admitted.
"A little?" Shelby burst out laughing and joined his friend. "Buddy, you're missing all the fun!"
"When was the last time you even came?"
"A while ago," Makuta stepped back towards his box as the two cats advanced upon him. "I don't really like talking about this. Please...lets talk about mice. Or food. Or what you two had for breakfast!"
"Breakfast?" Shelby and Nyx asked at the same time.
"Shall I tell him?" Shelby asked
"Nah, I'll go ahead," Nyx crouched on the ground, tail wrapping around his forepaws. "I had fish. And water. But that's after I feasted on Shelby's cum."
"His tongue feels divine," the big tawny cat spoke. "Just a few licks around your cock, and you will be mewling your heart out."
They were so persistent and dirty! Makuta dashed towards the bedroom when they started licking again. He jumped on the bed, seeking shelter under the blue fluffy pillow.
The two followed, albeit at a much slower pace. Lazy cats, they were. Lazy and naughty!
"Good job Nyx. Again, you are proving how successful you are at making new friends."
"I was just being honest! Not my fault he's all tense and stiff."
"You will get something stiff up your hole if you scare our new friend again. We don't even know his name for claw's sake!"
"I'll ask, fine? Just stop ramming it inside me."
A bit of silence followed.
"You're purring."
"No I'm not," Nyx said.
"I just felt it, buddy! Your head must be swimming in fantasies right now."
"I'll bite you, Shelby. Don't tempt me."
"Maybe I won't mind. It can be one of those silky love bites you do when I'm all inside you."
"Stop talking like that, ok? What we do in the bedroom stays in the bedroom."
"Like our new friend?" Shelby asked. "He's here somewhere, eavesdropping on every dirty word escaping from that vulgar mouth of yours."
"I'll keep it clean," Nyx hissed and jumped on the bed. "Dear friend, please come out from wherever you are. I solemnly vow to never talk dirty unless you ask me to."
"I make the same pledge," Shelby joined his companion. "Just come out. We'll both love to know you a bit better."
They had a point. The man was his new master. If he wanted to live in this house, Makuta had to befriend his cats. He slowly crawled out from under his pillow, sliding the tip of his tail between his forepaws.
"Oh, there you are," the cats purred with contentment.
"I hope we haven't scared you, buddy. Nyx tends to get too friendly with strangers."
"You do that too, Shelby," the black cat slapped a paw over the big one's head.
"I know. I'm guilty of hugging him. But enough of us! Tell us more about yourself."
"Start with your name," Nyx said, then shook his head. "Actually no. Tell us how you got that beautiful shade of blue all over your fur."
"I was born like this. My name is Makuta, and I lived in a shelter before your master saved me."
"Jones. That's his name," Nyx interrupted.
"He's crazy for cats, and unreasonably kind," Shelby added with a raised paw. "I never understood why he chose to play the villain in that Bolt movie."
"Because of dogs, obviously," Nyx said, then looked towards Makuta. "The world would be such a beautiful place without dogs, movies or otherwise."
"I met a few dogs, but it was such a long time ago..." Makuta twitched his tail, sinking his claws into the bed's sheets. "Evil men are easier to remember. The boy who cared for us back at the shelter wanted to have my balls cut after a girl complained about my cock."
Nyx licked his muzzle, unsure whether to laugh or keep a straight face. "Have you tried mating her hand or what?"
"I...she gave me a belly rub," Makuta buried his head under a forepaw.
"A belly rub?" Shelby laughed. "Only dogs like that!"
"Cats too, stupid," Nyx slapped Shelby's head with his tail. "Tell me more, Makuta, and please ignore my stupid friend."
"There isn't much to say. I laid back, lifted my paws, and enjoyed her touch a bit more than I anticipated."
"Really?" Nyx approached. "And the caretaker got mad because of that?"
Makuta shook his head. "No. The girl's mother did. She threatened the caretaker, and he wanted to...you know."
Both of the cats stood up and approached. Makuta did nothing to stop them. He remained in the same place, purring silently as the two rubbed against him.
"That's such a shame," Nyx rubbed along his side. "I don't see how anyone can dislike such a beautiful cat."
"Your fur is just so silky!" Shelby said, licking one of Makuta's paws.
Makuta lifted it, allowing Shelby's warm tongue to travel between his toes. It felt wet, and warm, and good! His purr deepened, and Makuta slowly found himself returning the affection. He rubbed against his new friends, smelling their scents and feeling the particularities of their coats. Nyx was much slender, while Shelby had quite a bit of meat packed under that coarse fur of his.
The two slowly retreated, looking at Makuta with a pair of glimmering eyes.
"We'll squish poor Makuta if we keep that up. What about taking turns, Shelby?"
"Sounds good to me," the bigger cat agreed with a smile.
"Take turns at what?" Makuta said with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.
"A proper inspection of your fine features," Nyx said.
He and Shelby walked towards Makuta. Nyx stopped just in front of him, while Shelby disappeared behind. Makuta didn't know why until a pair of heavy paws fell upon his chest. He was pulled hard against the bed, belly exposed to the black cat whose head loomed above him. Nyx quickly sniffed along his belly, stopping just shy away from his flanks. Makuta pulled his tail above his sex, concealing his private bits from Nyx's insistent sniffing.
Thankfully, he really wasn't all that insistent. After a quick inspection, he crawled right back, one paw on either side of Makuta's body.
"You look even better than you smell, fuzzy cat," he pushed under a paw, licking and nudging around the muscles. "Graceful proportions, compared to my chubby friend over there."
"I'm just well built," Shelby hissed in defense. He too sniffed around Makuta's head, dashing the occasional lick between his ears.
"Sure you are," Nyx said, then turned back to Makuta. "Do you realize how beautiful you are, Makuta?"
Was that a trick question? Makuta blinked once, twice, thrice, tongue poking just a bit between his pristine fangs.
Nyx purred. "It's ok. I'll find that answer the hard way."
Makuta expected a nudge in his balls or even a lick, but not an all out kiss! Nyx pushed his muzzle firmly against Makuta's. The blue cat mewled weakly. His paws tried to dislodge the insistent Nyx, but he was way too focused on getting a proper taste. His tongue pushed and poked around Makuta's in a wet, greedy sort of way. Nyx purred and licked like a starved cat, dashing his tongue along his fangs, his tongue, and even the roof of his mouth before he pulled back.
"Tasty," Nyx licked his muzzle happily.
Makuta simply stood there. Warm shivers took control of his body. A part of him wanted to fight against Nyx and break free from Shelby's grip. That part was weak, pitiful compared to the surge of lust that assaulted his senses. Makuta wanted more. A lot more.
He cleaned his own whiskers with a quick lick, then mewled softly when Nyx descended yet again upon his muzzle.
"I'll go slower this time," he said in a warm, soothing voice.
Makuta closed his eyes. Nyx was true to his word. The way he lapped and licked was warm and enticing. He slid his tongue all over Makuta's whiskers before climbing above his damp nose. He licked around his eyes, cleaned his forehead, and wet the tips of Makuta's blue fuzzed ears.
"I...I really like that," Makuta mewed. His tail swished from side to side, and his paws trembled with excitement for what was about to happen next.
With a dip of his head, Nyx descended down his neck. He licked Makuta's chin, then groomed his belly all the way to his flanks. He seemed to remember how sensitive Makuta's muscles were around that particular part of his legs. With eager strokes of his tongue, Nyx licked and rubbed into the muscles. Makuta mewed like a helpless kitten. He kneaded at the air, spreading his fingers every time that warm tongue touched his fur. Nyx quickly found one of his paws and grabbed it inside his maw.
Makuta whimpered with delight. His paws were especially sensitive to warmth, and Nyx had plenty to offer. He bathed the paw in his saliva, then treated each finger with four consecutive licks. He even licked the claws, leaving them wet and shiny. Makuta could hardly contain his excitement. He curled his toes, shivering under the waves of lust traversing along his belly.
"Grrrrowrrrr!"
"Got you a bit excited, haven't I?" Nyx licked his muzzle at the sight presented before his eyes.
Makuta coiled his tail around a leg and looked. His cock poked its glistening head through his sheath. It was wet, just like the tip of his sheath.
"It feels so hot. So tense...even if most of it is still inside the sheath," Makuta whimpered with desire.
"Allow me," Nyx said, then descended upon his cock.
Makuta tensed when his tongue made contact with his cock. Nyx's barbs rubbed harshly along the barbed tip, providing an intense burst of stimulation. Makuta thrust forth, exposing just a bit more of his hardening cock to that wet, restless tongue.
Nyx took it all inside his mouth, suckling gently upon the expanding meat. Makuta mewled, scratching at the air. He tensed and shivered, thrusting into Nyx's mouth until the black cat released his trapped cock.
"You taste so good, Makuta, and I'm not just speaking about your cock," Nyx said, licking around the expanding sheath. Once the fluids were cleared, he moved towards Makuta's balls. He licked each sphere in turn, then sniffed and pushed between them.
"Mrrrr!" Makuta purred.
"Feels good, I know," Nyx placed a paw on the blue furred balls and gripped tightly with his pink pads. "It would have been such a shame to lose these jewels, Makuta. There is a lot of seed trapped within this sack."
"Please..." Makuta mewled.
"Please what?" Nyx said, sniffing around the cat's expanding cock.
"Please make me cum..."
"I will," Nyx licked around his cock. "Once I get another good taste of your hard meat."
Makuta's muscles became even harder than before. Nyx not only licked quickly. He massaged his balls too, kneading and pressing with his paw until Makuta's cock fully hardened. Once that happened, Nyx retreated and cleaned the fluids from his whiskers.
"You should get a taste too, Makuta. Shelby!"
"Yes?" The bigger cat asked.
"Turn around so Makuta can see your balls."
"I'll have to let him go, Nyx."
"Don't worry about that. He'll behave. Won't you, Makuta?"
"Yes yes," Makuta mewled when his cock found itself firmly pressed by Nyx's paw.
Shelby turned around, placing his balls right in his face. A wave of musk assaulted Makuta's nostrils. He closed his eyes, inhaling the sharp odor of fertility. It warmed his blood and set his senses aflame. Makuta poked his tongue out, washing the fluids smeared around Shelby's cock.
"Mrowr!" the big cat bowed forward, lifting his tail high into the air. His cock throbbed hard, unleashing a string of precum inside Makuta's muzzle. Makuta quickly swallowed the sweet fluid and worked around Shelby's cock. The barbs felt great upon his tongue, but not better than those plump balls. Makuta licked them repeatedly, leaving them soaked in warm saliva.
"Nyx...this one is a real licker. I'm...I'm almost on the verge of cumming for claw's sake!"
Nyx hissed and pounced. He rolled along the bed with Shelby until he emerged on top. Both cats pushed their tails to the side and exposed their pink, throbbing erections.
"Lick us both, Makuta. Show us what that lovely tongue of your can do."
Shelby slinked away. "Not me. I don't want to cum all over my friend's muzzle."
"Your loss, Shelby," Nyx pushed his balls into Makuta's nose. "Now lick, and heat my cock inside your muzzle."
Makuta obeyed with a submissive mewl. He took Nyx's cock inside, just as he desired, and suckled until the black cat yowled his unbridled pleasure.
"Too...too much. Lick my balls a little bit."
Makuta swirled his tongue around those plump spheres. Nyx had a more suave smell compared to his friend, a smell that Makuta adored. He massaged Nyx's equipment with both tongue and paws, stopping only when a wet presence touched his tailhole.
Makuta whimpered out loud. He never expected something so warm to press so hard against his virgin hole. Cats rarely groomed there, yet Shelby seemed quite persistent in getting his tongue as deep as he could. Makuta's claws came out. He gripped into the bed and pressed his jaws shut. Warm shivers claimed his muscles, making him weaker by the second. Shelby pushed deeper, and deeper, until Maktua collapsed on his belly with a loud, lust filled cry.
"You're ready," Shelby said.
Makuta panted. His tongue felt dry, just like his throat. The heat seemed to steal away any moisture from his mouth. "Ready for what?"
"A proper mounting, dear friend."
Makuta felt Shelby's belly pressing against his back. The big cat purred heartily, licking his neck with fond strokes of his tongue.
"I never mated before. How will it feel?"
"Better than you can possibly imagine," Shelby said. His erect cock started poking at Makuta's hole, seeking entrance.
Makuta lifted his tail. There was a certain thrill in being taken by a stronger cat. So he waited, and mewled, kneading on the bed like the good, submissive cat that he was. He almost got used to the repeated prodding until Shelby pushed his way inside with a harsh cry.
Makuta too yowled, filled with unexpected bliss. His hole clamped hard around the invading cock. To Shelby, the grip only added more pleasure to his throbs. He kept pushing and thrusting, working his wet cock in and out with lewd, splashing noises.
"Grrr. You're so tight, little cat. So warm and tight."
A soft cry escaped Makuta's purring throat. Mating felt rough, yet so good at the same time. Shelby's barbs scratched just enough to stimulate his muscles, and his balls provided a warm, delightful padding every time they slapped against his ass.
Shelby increased his pace. He couldn't hold himself back for long inside such a wet, heated hole. He pushed in as hard as he could, then grabbed Makuta's neck between his teeth hard enough to hurt. That forced Makuta's muscles to spasm, trapping Shelby's cock firmly within their embrace.
With a lustful cry, Shelby burst. His warm cum flooded Makuta's tunnel. It splashed hard inside him, providing bursts of unexpected stimulation. His paws spread, his toes curled, and his flanks thrust into the bed, forcing strings of precum out of his cock.
Both cats cried out their bliss. Although he didn't cum, Makuta thoroughly enjoyed the ropes that filled his tailhole. Shelby squirted hard and fast, remaining inside until his seed stopped flowing. Only when his seed was spent he slowly pulled out. Drops of milky seed dribbled on the bed. Shelby managed a couple of licks before Nyx pushed him away.
"It's my turn," he said. He straddled Makuta in the blink of an eye, piercing his tailhole within the first thrust.
Makuta could hardly handle another mating. His muscles shivered when Nyx's cock penetrated them. He took in his cock with a blissful moan, clawing and scratching at the bed.
"Purrr...you're so wet, kitty. Warm and wet. Purrr...."
"Faster," Makuta urged. "Deeper. Please make me cum. Please!"
Nyx intended to. He thrust quickly inside the soaked passage, forcing his partner's cum out every time he pulled out. That's when his balls intervened. Wet and plump, the spheres slapped against Makuta's tailhole. His muscles clenched after every hit, becoming increasingly stiff.
"I'm close, fuzzy cat. Too close."
Makuta knew what Nyx meant. His own seed threatened to explode. His crotch itched fiercely, and his tight balls too begged to spill their burden. Nyx quickened his pace, slapping harder and deeper until he lodged himself as deep as he could.
With a harsh yowl, he unloaded his seed inside Makuta's hole. His first squirt was the hardest. Makuta closed his eyes, gripped the bed sheath hard between his toes, and throbbed harder than ever. His cock spat out a spray of fertile seed into the bed below.
Makuta cried his bliss. He thrust quickly, wetting the bed with jet after jet of warm semen. Nyx too unleashed hard inside him. His barbs flared every time he came, heating Makuta's senses just a bit higher. With a cock lodged inside him and spurts of warm semen ramming against his prostate, Makuta melted into the rivers of pleasure. He squeezed, pushed, and thrust. His muscles spasmed quickly, forcing every last drop of seed out of his tightening balls.
"That...that was so good," Nyx moaned inside Makuta. He remained there for a bit more, delighting in the warm feeling around his cock.
"I never felt anything like it. Your seed came out so strong. It was so hot...so messy...." Makuta mewled dreamily.
"That's how mating feels like, dear friend," Nyx said with a quick lick and pulled out.
The three cats rubbed and nuzzled against each other in warm, affectionate ways. They rubbed noses, licked their whiskers, and cleaned their cocks with utmost eagerness. Makuta loved to taste another type of cum. He found the taste of the two cats rather pleasing, and for that he cleaned their cocks until their slick fur shined to perfection.
With their grooming duties finished, the two led Makuta towards a proper bed. Although it was smaller than a human's bed, their basket had many cushions placed inside. Makuta jumped into it, marveling at how soft everything felt. He snuggled between his friends, gave them a few fond licks over their ears, and closed his eyes. Sleeping inside a proper home felt so different. Makuta no longer had to worry about clients or bad food. He had everything he needed here, starting with two caring friends.
The door opened sometimes later. Makuta didn't know what time it was. He just opened his eyes to see the man look upon the basket with a warm smile. Nyx called him a good man. Shelby named him a crazy cat man.
To Makuta, he was more than a man. He was a savior, and a second chance at a safer, warmer, and better life.