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“You can take your bad attitude and hit the streets, man.”
Nick didn’t even bother arguing. He sighed, flipped the line cook the finger, and stormed for the back exit. One of the fry cooks was out back doing his best to smoke through his pack of the day before his shift was up, and hardly batted an eye when Nick shouldered his way past him, tossing his grease-stained apron in the garbage bins on his way out.
That’d been the third place in as many months that’d fired him. Nick didn’t have an attitude problem, really, he just couldn’t handle taking orders from pimply kids fresh out of high school. Their attitudes were worse than his, always, but he had to grin and bear it for as long as possible, if he wanted to maintain the roof over his head.
He didn’t think his afternoon could get any more cliché until the sky opened up and dumped buckets of rainwater on his head. He scowled and trudged home even faster. He was soaked through in minutes, worsening his mood the further he walked.
He managed to catch the bus before it pulled away from the curb and thankfully fell into a vacant seat, staring out into the dreary city streets. It was only with a little envy that he watched all the people walking about with umbrellas, hats, nice jackets…aka, people with their lives clearly put together, not wrecks like him. He ambled off the bus at the stop closest to his apartment and cut down a side street at a light jog.
Nick was too busy beating himself up over forgetting a damn umbrella—somehow more upset about getting drenched than losing yet another job—that he nearly stepped on the sopping flash of orange fur sticking out of a large cardboard box by the sidewalk. He skittered to the side, startled, and glanced around. The street was pretty much abandoned, as usual. The fur—a tail, Nick realized—flicked, then retreated beneath the wet cardboard.
“Um,” Nick started eloquently, taking another quick, cursory glance around before crouching in front of the box. His heart sank when he did. Two cat hybrids were folded into the tiny, soaked space, shivering and obviously terrified. Their tails were as puffed as they could get, weighed down by rainwater, and every inch of their fur and skin was dirty and scuffed, covered in scratches and grime.
They weren’t malnourished, but they were thin, clearly on their own for some time. Nick wondered who in the world would abandon these two willingly. Judging by their coloring, even under all the dirt, they were pedigree. Showstoppers. Most strays in the city were all the same sort of brown tabby, unremarkable. Nick wasn’t an expert on cats, much less hybrids, but he could tell these two were bred for their looks.
“What…?” Nick muttered, dumbfounded. He really was at a loss, unsure what to do. They didn’t have collars, and it would be quite a pain trying to drag two naked cat hybrids through the rain to the nearest vet to see if they were chipped.
The larger of the pair, marked by pale hair, shockingly cold blue eyes and a gray striped tail, eked out the most pathetic excuse for a hiss Nick had ever heard. It was a rattling, hoarse noise, breathy and barely audible. It wouldn’t surprise Nick in the slightest if they were sick to boot, sitting out in the rain and cold for who knows how long.
The smaller was barely conscious, his warmer blue eyes flickering to Nick’s as he squirmed as close to his companion as he could. Nick’s stomach swooped when he noticed he was missing an arm. It wasn’t bandaged, the skin was smooth, if dirty, so it couldn’t have been a recent injury. Maybe a birth defect. He also looked worryingly flushed, his shivering a little more out of control, harder than the other cat’s.
“Uh…” Nick started, licking his lips nervously. “I’ll, uh…”
He scuffled upright, making out the soft whine that followed him as he hurried down the street to his apartment building. It was just around the corner; he’d be there in less than a minute. He worried at his thumbnail as he rode up to his floor in the rickety elevator, tapping his foot. He couldn’t afford this. He absolutely couldn’t afford this. He got off on his floor and raced down the hall, dropping his keys in his haste and he cursed, shoving it into the lock and pushing his way inside.
He couldn’t afford this! He couldn’t afford this! He tore through his shoebox of a closet, dragging out a couple old coats, hoping they’d be big enough, a scarf, a beanie and a ball cap he’d got for free from a local charity drive he’d participated in, ‘Cooks Care!’ emblazoned across the front of it. More evidence of his bleeding heart.
He hooked his fingers through a pair of old ratty flip flops long abandoned on the shoe rack by his door, and the only pair of rain boots he ever owned in his life—woefully forgotten that day, along with his umbrella—and ran back out the door.
They were exactly where he’d left them. The pale one didn’t hiss this time, perhaps intelligent enough to realize Nick was there to help. Again, Nick was no expert on cat behavior, let alone hybrids, but he thought he saw a flash of relief in those icy eyes when Nick helped them to their feet, wrapping them into his hastily grabbed clothing.
Together they tottered down the street to Nick’s apartment, a sad, soggy procession thankfully witnessed only by the building security officer, who barely glanced up from his desk when Nick held the door open for the shivering pair. With some mindless words of encouragement and some strained grunting, Nick shoved the two into the tiny elevator and pushed his way in beside them, jabbing the button for his floor.
Nick could hear a low yowl growing in the larger cat’s chest and he jabbed the button a few more times, trying not to panic but was definitely on the verge of it. Hybrids weren’t dangerous, they were genetically predisposed to docility, he knew that much, but right now he really, really needed them out of that elevator.
Getting them into his apartment wasn’t as difficult as he thought it would be, the big one probably just hated tight spaces. Odd, for a cat, but he probably had his reasons. The smaller one was practically non-responsive, but thankfully still conscious as he was half-shuffled, half-dragged along to the bathroom.
Another thing about hybrids, they were intelligent, some say as intelligent as humans. Nick hadn’t grown up in the right tax bracket to be around too many growing up so he couldn’t say for sure, but the cats seemed aware enough that he was trying to help.
The one he affectionately dubbed “Big Guy” helped “Orange” into the bathtub, his loud, soothing purring practically rumbling through Nick’s chest in the small space. It was comical, watching the two fold themselves into the dinky tub, but despite Nick’s best efforts and coaxing they wouldn’t separate.
“Fine,” Nick groused, pulling the showerhead down from its hook, “just don’t jump out once I turn the water on, please…”
Some uncomfortable minutes of struggle and spitting later, the hybrids were mostly clean. Nick had to get up close and personal with their privates, it was unavoidable, and was glad he wasn’t dealing with a couple dicks and balls flopping around in his face. Both had the familiar folds of labia between their legs—pussies with pussies, he thought deliriously—and Big Guy kept slapping his hands away each time he tried to clean them there.
“Fine!” Nick repeated, louder, beyond frustrated as he tossed a loofa into Big Guy’s chest, “clean yourselves, then!”
Big Guy’s ears were pinned flat against his hair as he hissed, and this time it was loud, about as menacing as a tall wall of wiry muscle could be. Nick swallowed, but stood his ground. Orange made a soft noise, not quite a whimper, a crackly little whine perhaps, and Big Guy deflated in an instant to cradle him close, purring just as loud as before as he licked Orange’s sopping hair from his cheeks.
Big Guy’s ears were still flat as he glared at him, but he handed the loofa back to Nick and the message was loud and clear. A few more cursory scrubs and they were clean.
Nick left them bundled up on the couch, wrapped in all the clean towels and blankets he had, and retreated to the kitchen. Big Guy was doing his best to lick every exposed inch of Orange’s skin, it was so much like a real cat that Nick was left almost speechless from the sight of it. Tearing his eyes away once he moved onto Orange’s craning neck, Nick pored over his mass of takeout menus, picking a nearby American place he still knew some people at. He hadn’t burned all his bridges, thankfully.
“Hi, yeah I need to place an order for delivery,” Nick mumbled into his phone after dialing, “but uh, is Livio there today? He is? Mind if I speak to him? I’ll be so quick. Tell him it’s Nico.”
He tapped his foot while he waited, grateful the chick on the other end of the line seemed to be a in good enough mood to entertain his request. He perked up when he heard some shuffling.
“Nico?”
“Liv,” Nick sighed, leaning against the counter, “I’ve got sort of an odd request. I can’t make it out to the store for any ingredients or anything but I need, like, I don’t know, some plain boiled chicken? Some plain rice? If you’ve still got grilled salmon on the menu I’d take some of that, too. No seasoning on anything.”
“Uh…okay? You sick or something?” His friend asked, Nick could hear his hesitation practically oozing through the receiver.
“No, no, I just uh…” Nick glanced over at the couch. The cats were fast asleep, adorably piled into each other’s arms. It made his heart throb, just a bit. “I’m watching a neighbor’s cat and he’s sick, can’t have anything too rich.”
“Uh-huh,” Livio replied, “such a Samaritan.”
“Can you do it or not?” Nick asked, lowering his voice when the cats stirred, but thankfully didn’t wake. The heat in Nick’s apartment probably felt heavenly. He wandered to the wall and bumped it up a few more degrees, just for now.
“Yeah, yeah,” Livio laughed, “you owe me though.”
“When don’t I?” Nick grumbled, hanging up.
Nick originally only wanted to keep the cats for a few hours, maybe a day at the most. He’d already called around to a couple vet clinics to see about a house call, and about chip scanning. Orange was looking a little too rough to go back out into all that rain and cold. Thankfully one of the last places he could find nearby promised to send out one of their techs the next morning.
“Hi, you must be Rosa,” Nick greeted in the lobby, coming down to greet the tech at the front desk.
“Yes,” a homely, middle-aged woman smiled in greeting, lugging a bag of supplies and a case for some sort of small equipment. “From Jeneora Veterinary. And you must be Mr. Wolfwood, it’s nice to meet you!”
Nick helped her carry it all up, answering her basic questions as best he could: how old they might be, what breed, any injuries or illnesses, any behavior problems, are they eating, drinking, and embarrassingly about their bathroom habits.
“They must have belonged to a family before,” Rosa pondered, “if they know how to use the restroom.”
“It’s a good thing they do,” Nick chuckled awkwardly, he wasn’t exactly equipped or willing to clean up human sized puddles of piss and shit all over his apartment…
He let her in, taking her bags from her so she could immediately see the cats. They hadn’t really strayed from his living room, having slept there all night and much of the morning, rising only long enough to eat leftover rice and fish and to use the bathroom, which Nick watched them do for the first time with no small amount of fascination. It was like having house guests, but also not. Maybe toddler brained house guests.
“Well, aren’t you two gorgeous?” Rosa crooned, pressing the back of her hand against each of their foreheads. Big Guy was stony and still, watching her attend Orange with his tail flicking and thumping against the couch arm.
“You’re calling the smaller one Orange?” Rosa asked, leaving them for a moment to dig through her bags.
“Yeah,” Nick shrugged, “they didn’t have collars or tags or anything, and I’m not the best with names.”
“It’s fine,” Rosa laughed, picking up the small equipment case as well, “we’ll see if they’re chipped in a minute. Maybe we can at least get some names, if not a home or contact info. We’ll need some follow up for Orange, especially. He’s feverish.”
They were indeed chipped. Neither Nick nor Rosa were surprised, they didn’t act feral, they were too well kept and sociable.
“Nai and Vash Saverem,” Rosa read from her phone, Nai’s tail thumping in response. “Says the owner is Rem Saverem. I’ll follow up, give them a call and see what’s going on. Hopefully they just got a little lost. I’ll get back to you once I hear anything.”
She left him with some basic antibiotics for Vash, some care instructions, and some words of encouragement.
“Honestly you’re doing what’s best for them,” Rosa assured, “bringing them to a shelter would be so stressful, I’m glad they were found by someone like you.”
“Right,” Nick replied slowly.
It wasn’t until three days later he heard back from the vet. Rem, the cats’ previous owner, had sadly passed away. Care for them had passed to someone-or-other who clearly didn’t want to take care of two fully grown cat hybrids.
“It’s up to you what you’d like to do with them, Mr. Wolfwood. I certainly won’t try and convince you to keep them, but how about fostering for now? Until we can arrange a new home for them?”
Nick glanced at the cats. Nai was awake, staring at him in that unnerving way cats do, like he could see right through him.
“Sure, fostering sounds…manageable,” Nick replied. Nai’s eyes narrowed and he curled around Vash, joining him in dozing.
Thankfully Rosa’s clinic supplied him with most of what he’d need free of charge, with a small stipend for their food and other expenses. It wasn’t much, but it was something, and definitely more than what Nick was expecting.
While Orange—Vash, it was Vash, he had to try and remember their stupid names now—was on the mend, Nick took to the internet, not only to apply for new jobs but also to do a moderate amount of research and some shopping. The twins needed clothes, first of all, and he wrinkled his nose scrolling through endless frilly, cutesy outfits he would never dream of forcing them into, let alone Nai.
He glanced over his shoulder. Nai was huge for a hybrid, Rosa had commented that his nickname for him had been apt. “Big Guy” he definitely was, somehow curling and folding his massive bulk around his brother, content to endlessly lick Vash’s ears and hair clean after yet another bath.
“Don’t suppose you have a preference?” Nick mumbled, gesturing at the screen. Nai barely acknowledged him, flicking his ears once, but that was all. What a diva. He hoped Vash wasn’t the same once he recovered.
He settled for a set pack of plain grey T-shirts and boxers, specially made for hybrids with tails. It was the cheapest, easiest thing to eyeball, size-wise, and he could always get them something else in the future once he had a better idea of what was out there, and their personalities. Not that it mattered, he just thought that maybe they’d like something else? What the fuck was he saying…
It took a week on meds for Vash to bounce back, and bounce back he did. He was the bubbliest, high energy thing Nick had ever had to deal with. He purred louder than his brother, waking Nick up every morning thinking what the hell a lawnmower was doing in the city. He was clingy, loveable, and…cute. Okay, he was cute. Nick could admit it.
With his brother back, Nai softened. He wasn’t anything close to Vash’s level of sociable, but he let Nick pet his head and rub his ears, closing his eyes, even butting into it. The first time that happened Nick nearly flinched away in surprise.
He knew he was going to have a bit of a problem letting them go once he started taking pictures of them. He couldn’t help it! He woke up one morning alone and, curious, wandered into the living room to find them curled on the floor in a patch of sunlight, tangled in each other’s arms.
It wasn’t his fault that dust motes artfully floated down through the sunbeam, sparkling in the morning light that made the two practically glow. They were healthy and soft, their hair perfectly groomed by each other, and their big, poofy striped tails were sleek and wrapped around each other’s waists.
He snapped a pic and put it up on his twitter without really thinking anything about it, he didn’t even include any hashtags, just a quick, single sentence description: cat boys.
He tossed his phone on his bed to take a shower and go about his day, forgetting all about the post—he was one of those people with every single notification turned off except calls and emergency contacts, so sue him—until he got bored after feeding the twins lunch. He snapped another pic of Vash stuffing salmon and rice into his mouth, chuckling, and opened twitter by habit.
Immediately, his eyes flew to his notification count. 20+. He’d never seen that before, what happened?! He went to his profile, noting his follower count was higher than the usual 5 suspects, his friends, and tapped to the pic he posted that morning.
“150 likes? How…” Nick mumbled, scrolling to the replies. People he’d never seen or heard of before were commenting how cute they were, what their names were, how their coloring was “like, so fucking gorgeous and how the fuck did u get twin points im so jealous.”
Twin points? Twin Peaks?!
He quickly googled “cat color point” and eventually got what he needed. Apparently, he had some very, very rare hybrids casually splayed out on his sofa fighting for the last piece of salmon on their plates. He blew out a careful breath and closed the tab, deftly ignoring the prices listed next to some of the breeder sites in the search results.
“Whoever your Rem was, she must’ve been one hell of a lucky lady. Or rich. Rich and lucky,” he said. “And the guy who inherited you was fucking stupid.”
Nai didn’t react to him, per se, but his tail did thump a little louder on the sofa and his ears flicked.
Internet celebrity wasn’t exactly something he’d put on his resume, but it was his new reality. His new…following on twitter kept spamming him to post more, to get a TikTok to film the twins. He thought it was a gross invasion of privacy and opted not to, but he did try to post at least once a day. Among all the usual “cute” and “adorable” messages, however, there was one concerning comment that made him pause.
“Are you sure they’re biological twins? Imagine their resulting litter. I’d be first in line with 20k my friend.”
The random was dogpiled into oblivion almost immediately, calling out his shamelessness and just how plain gross it was to suggest something like that. The comment didn’t make him curious in that sense, it reminded him of something very important that he didn’t even think about when he first brought them home.
“Rosa?” Nick worried at a loose thread on his sweater once the vet finally picked up, the woman was almost always at the top of his calls list. “Hey, odd question. How are you able to tell if hybrid cats are uh…neutered? Or I guess, spayed in their case.”
“Hm, it would be hard to tell without bringing them in to the clinic,” she replied. “Most do it chemically these days so it would involve some scans or invasive procedures to say for certain, especially since we can’t access their medical history.”
“Right.”
“Why? Have they been acting strangely?”
“No, no, nothing like that, I just realized we hadn’t talked about it before.”
“Well, just keep an eye on them,” Rosa replied, “if they continue acting normally, I don’t see any cause for concern. But if it’s something you’d really like to know, or if their behavior shifts, I would ask you to bring them in.”
“Right…”
“To be frank, Mr. Wolfwood,” Rosa sighed, “I can’t imagine any owner with those particular hybrids would have spayed them, if you catch my meaning.”
“Yep. Uh-huh,” he squeaked.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” she laughed, “it’s perfectly natural! I know I’d love to see what their kittens would look like, but I suppose it’s better for all of us that they’re unable to impregnate each other—”
“Aaaand with that,” Nick cackled, out of his mind, “I’m gonna go. Thanks for taking my call, as always, okay, bye!”
He tossed the offending phone across the kitchen counter and sighed, scrubbing his hands down his face. Vash and Nai were staring at him, Vash’s head adorably cocked to the side, more like a dog than a cat. Nai’s delicate brows were pinched as he scowled at him, braced on top of his twin.
“Relax,” Nick said, wondering not for the first time why he bothered speaking to them, it wasn’t like they could respond. “I’m not some freak, I’m not interested in making money breeding hybrids or whatever. You guys are just my overgrown house pets, for now.”
Vash made some kind of squeaky noise and wriggled out from under his twin, quickly making his way over to Nick to rub all over him, purring as loud as ever. If Nick didn’t know any better, he’d say they could understand him perfectly.
Another issue he kept running into was just how uninterested in wearing clothes the twins were. The most they’d suffer were the grey shirts and boxers, but Nick started feeling like a prison warden and tried getting them different things to try. They hated all of it.
“Vash, c’mon, it’s just a pair of sweatpants,” he griped, trying to pull them up Vash’s long legs. The hybrid did a little kitty chirp and smacked him in the face with his bushy tail, lightly prancing out of the sweats as naked as the day he was born.
It wasn’t unusual to wake up with two very naked hybrids wrapped around him, purring and rubbing all over him and each other, ready for breakfast. He had to get used to feeling their junk rubbing up on him constantly.
But one morning came where he woke alone. Odd. The cats had grown used to sleeping with him in bed, and if they were up early because they were hungry, they’d definitely make sure he was awake too. Yawning, he rolled out of bed and made his way through the apartment, looking for them. He glanced around the living room and almost missed them past the couch.
“C’mon guys,” Nick scowled, coming around the corner, “what have I told you about wearing clothes around…the apartment…”
Either they didn’t hear him, or chose to ignore him—which would be very in character for them—they didn’t react at all. Nai had Vash pinned to the carpet and they were…moving together, in a way that was damn unmistakable.
At a glance, Nick could see how flushed and out of it Vash was, his eyes glassy and vacant, his mouth open and loose on his panting breaths. Nai was watching his brother with a single-minded focus, rubbing their faces together, purring louder than ever. Their cunts were sopping, slipping and sliding over each other with every grind, both of them flinching when their clits brushed each other but they were either too mindless or inexperienced to get the rhythm right. Or too desperate.
“Uh.”
Nai’s head snapped up. His eyes were bright, his cheeks flushed pink, his wet lips twisted on the beginnings of a snarl but he didn’t stop or try to swat Nick away. Vash mewled, rocking his hips up, and that was enough for Nai to falter, for his eyes to flutter and his mouth grow just as slack as his brother’s, snarl dissipating in an instant.
“You’re both in heat, aren’t you?” Nick breathed. His stomach swooped when Nai whined, squeezing his eyes shut. He buried his face against his brother’s sweat-slick neck and Vash made a soft noise, twisting his head to make room for him.
Vash struggled to open his eyes, to look Nick’s way. That flare of desperation in his gaze was all the more apparent.
“I am…not at all equipped to handle this,” Nick hissed, cheeks flaming, as he turned to scamper back to his room. Phone, he needed his phone, he needed to google a bunch of things. He was too embarrassed to call the best source of information he had—Rosa—but what else was he supposed to do, exactly? Probably give them their own space to sort it out between them, yeah, that sounded like the decent thing to do, and—
Nai cut him off from leaving with a snarl, suddenly butting all his bulk into Nick’s space, bullying him back toward the couch.
“Woah, woah, woah!” Nick yelped, holding his hands up helplessly as the massive pillar of sweaty, heated feline practically shoved into him, rumbling and yowling against his neck in warning when he didn’t move like the hybrid wanted him to. He squeaked when he felt a shivery—but alarmingly firm—grip on his ankle, dragging him back, back, back to the stretch of carpet that he eyed woefully. He’d need to buy a new one after this.
Vash keened by his feet, nuzzling against his thigh, journeying higher, dangerously higher, and Nick tried to shove his face away from his crotch while also trying not to get knocked over by Nai.
“Alright!” He shouted, clapping his hands. “Just hold on a minute!”
The sudden, loud noise had its intended effect. Vash and Nai shrunk away yowling, hissing, staring up at him with red, wet eyes, glistening cheeks and skin and slick pooling from between their clenching thighs. Jesus Fucking Christ.
“I-I-I’m not a hybrid, like you,” Nick explained, desperate for them to understand. “We…we can’t do that together. I can leave you guys to it, make sure you’ve got water and food, but…”
Nai slid his gaze to his brother’s, Vash looking equally as coy, as calculating. Their blown-black eyes were unnerving and bright, trained back on him. It sent shivers down his spine. Their looks said: “the lady doth protest too much, methinks.”
Nick wasn’t an idiot. He knew there was a large population of hybrid owners who…enjoyed their pets in this way, especially since inter-species pregnancy wasn’t a danger. But it didn’t feel totally right for him to indulge in something like that. They weren’t his to indulge in! He was only fostering them until a better owner could be found. What if he was discovered? What if there was some way the vet could tell they’d been fooled around with? What if their new owner decided to press charges?
Vash carefully, slowly crept his way forward, his expression open and sweet, gentle as he came to Nick’s feet. He nuzzled him again, slower, with far more intelligent intent in the way he kneaded Nick’s pants, gushed hot breaths against his groin, open mouthed, jaw slack, shimmering eyes only on him.
“F-fuck…” Nick cursed. Nai rumbled, taking Vash’s lead as he crawled—stalked—his way forward to Nick’s other side, doing practically the same thing. This was a lot of people’s wet dreams, Nick realized. Twin pussies all wet and desperate, clinging to him, asking without words for his cock in their twitching, heated cunts.
Nai pressed his cheek against Nick’s hand. He was helpless but to cup his sweating, hot red cheek, brushing his thumb under his closed eyelid, watching those pretty, pale lashes flutter in need. He let out a careful breath, and crouched. The twins made room for him, graceful, lithe, and returned to the same positions they were in before, Vash on his back with Nai pressing him into the carpet. The larger cat peered over his shoulder at Nick. He wiggled his hips, raised his tail, and…
Their puffy, soft cunts were squished together, gliding smooth with the aid of their combined slick. Whorls of downy soft pubic hair were dark, plastered to wet skin. Their legs were spread, their openings fluttering and contracting as they clenched and rubbed against each other. Nai made another crooning, demanding sound, and settled higher on Vash’s hips.
The angle was perfect. Nick could slide right in if he wanted. Vash’s pretty pink clit was swollen and twitching, coated in his and his brother’s need, nestled at the peak of those spread, plump lips. Delicately clawed fingers crept around his thighs, Vash spread himself wide, and Nick swallowed, staring into the red, clenching insides of the hybrid’s cunt.
Slick oozed out of his hole in thick dollops, dropping to his squished cheeks, then to the floor. Nai wasn’t faring any better as he ground his sex against his brother’s taut stomach, huffing little noises of pleasure, and impatience. He glared over his shoulder again, bucking his hips, sending a firm message.
“…Okay,” Nick swallowed, grasping his waistband.
Vash did his best to stretch and peer around Nai’s bulk as Nick pulled his—admittedly—straining cock out of his boxers. Both hybrids blushed impossibly deeper and squirmed in anticipation, sniffing and huffing his scent. Nick’s ears rang as he lined his cock up to Vash’s entrance. He paused. What if the twins had some sort of disease? Should he grab a condom—
Vash hooked his legs around Nick’s hips and yanked him close, spearing himself deep in an instant. Nick’s shocked groan was drowned out by Vash’s satisfied yowl of pleasure, instantly smothered by Nai’s lips on his. They kissed, sloppily, like Nick imagined hybrids would. With Vash’s ankles locked around the small of his back, he was helpless but to start up a quick, deep rhythm.
The twins had eyes only for each other, panting into each other’s mouths, gazing into each other’s eyes, as Nick worked between Vash’s legs. The significance of their positioning wasn’t lost on Nick, nor was the way Nai made an effort to match his grinding with Nick’s thrusts. He’d heard of proxy fucking, but never thought he’d be party to it with a couple of cat hybrids in heat.
Their desperate, pitchy moans and whines were growing in volume, Vash was bucking harder, up into Nick’s cock—against Nai’s clit—and the bigger cat was grinding his forehead into the carpet beside Vash’s head. Nick could see his cunt clenching and spasming as he chased his peak, getting higher and higher but unable to reach it. Sweet moans were growing ragged, desperate.
Biting his lip, Nick grunted and pulled out of Vash’s hot clutch, ignoring the cat’s enraged little snarl as he immediately buried himself into Nai instead. The bigger cat went rigid, snapping upright, trembling and silent, and Vash flinched, cooing in concerned surprise, nuzzling his brother’s chin. All at once Nai shuddered and melted, settling down onto his brother like a contented puddle of kitty goo.
“There we go,” Nick groaned, rocking his hips, pleased with every little breathy mewl he earned from the big cat, all that usual bravado gone in an instant. He gripped his muscular hips and started up a brutal pace, wet slapping echoing around his apartment, making him blush so hard he felt like he was going to faint. Last time he got laid was with a vaguely interested human man, and now he was fucking a couple of overgrown humanoid cats in his living room.
Speaking of, they were kissing again, and Vash wasn’t shy in chasing his own pleasure, bucking his hips up against Nai’s sex, grinding their clits together. Poor big guy was losing his mind, trapped between a fiendish little brother and Nick’s punishing rhythm. He struggled, only a little, his ears twitching and flat against his head, his tail flicking back and forth like a whip. With a final, too-human sounding shriek he came, clamping tight, hips jerking, whining and panting and gushing all over his twin and the floor.
Their purring was the loudest he’d ever heard as Vash wound his arm around his brother, holding him close, rubbing and licking all over his jaw and face. Nai whined quietly and joined him, returning the favor, and Nick sat, feeling a little useless, as his dick slipped out of Nai’s bright red cunt.
Vash chirped and sat upright, gazing down at Nick’s wet cock with interest. Before he could stammer anything or scamper away the cat was falling forward, hand and knees, to lap all over his groin, cleaning him of Nai’s spend. Nick shivered and quaked, trying not to lose it with every stroke of that clever little tongue. It was rough, but not like sandpaper, not like a real cat’s, just enough to drag over his skin and drive him mad.
“Fuck, Vash,” he wheezed, gripping the blond cat’s hair to keep him at bay—hold him in place—and with a flash of bright, blue eyes, Vash wrapped his lips around his head, suckling insistently. Deeper, deeper, until Nick cursed and let him go. Vash hummed happily, bobbing his head, working at him like an expert. Nick had to wonder, he really, really did.
Between Vash’s tongue, his purring, it was like he was fucking a vibrating cock sleeve. Nai panted and stared at them, still so flushed and slick but he didn’t seem interested in joining in on the fun for the moment. He kneaded Vash’s thigh and stared as his twin sucked Nick down to the root.
He swallowed, purred, and Nick bucked and moaned, cumming faster and harder than he’d ever had before. Vash swallowed it all, working his throat long after Nick was done and too sensitive to go on. He had to practically shove the hybrid off of him but Vash was satisfied, a feline smirk twisting his features as he returned to his brother, the two sharing his flavor between them.
He queasily watched globs and strings of white cum trickle from their lips, down their chins and chests. They were so messy, mindless with it.
“I…I’m just gonna…” he stumbled over himself, scrambling upright. He was already forgotten, the twins were grooming each other, lapping away all their sweat and tears, still so pink, still so flushed, but content for the moment.
It became a daily occurrence, when the twins deemed him necessary for their pleasure, that is. He quickly learned they were far, far from virginal, they knew their way around a human’s cock. They spent the remainder of their heats relishing each other with Nick’s hesitant assistance. He grew to be less hesitant, had even started looking forward to it. Their previous owner, Rem…she must’ve been one hell of a kinky lady…
He woke bright and early at the end of the week, surrounded once again by scrubbed clean, soft and warm lines of kitty skin and muscle, pressed close and lax in sleep. He blearily stared at the two as they slept, none the wiser, lashes resting against supple cheeks. Thick, soft ears twitched, tails wound around his legs. He absolutely couldn’t budge an inch.
Their heats were over.
He sighed, feeling for his phone on the nightstand around Nai’s bulk, who grumbled a little and snuggled closer. He had a few texts from friends, some twitter notifications, and an email from Rosa.
We’re ready on our end to help you find a new home for your “housemates,” she’d written. That is, of course, if this isn’t a case of foster fail?
He dropped his phone on his chest and sighed. Vash’s sweet breaths puffed against his neck, his ear flicked back and forth against his cheek. Nai was purring, probably awake but content to doze the morning away. He’d probably only squirm and whine a little if Nick tried to roll out of bed. They’d stay there all day, probably, recuperating, catching up on all the sleep they hadn’t gotten the week before.
They were expensive, messy sometimes, fickle and spoiled.
It’s a fail, he wrote back, smiling as Vash joined his brother’s purrs, stretching, languid and shivery before settling down against his side once more.
They went through many more heats, Nick many more jobs, until he finally found something stable, something he liked. He had two other mouths to feed, after all, it was time he started taking things a little more seriously. His financial situation wasn’t as dire, he’d even describe it as comfortable, now, and did his best wherever possible to spoil his precious pets. New clothes, the best foods, attention and toys and treats.
Their favorite things, though, were still each other, and Nick when they wanted him—which was becoming more and more often, they’d grown on him as much as he’d grown on them, apparently—and Nick made it a habit to snap as many pics of them snuggling together as he could.
He posted sparingly, he didn’t want anyone forming weird attachments to his kitties, but his friends got the bulk of it, he practically spammed his group chats with picture bombs of the two.
“They’re really flourishing here,” Rosa smiled, watching Nai and Vash lazing in their massive, downy beds by their new favorite spot, floor to ceiling windows with plenty of sun. He’d started making more than enough to afford a better apartment in a nicer part of town, and he knew the cats appreciated the view. Plenty of birds and people to look at as they lazed and dozed in each other’s arms.
“Yeah, they’re doing alright,” Nick chuckled, catching Nai’s eye. The hybrid squinted at him, huffed, and curled closer around his brother. They’d behaved for Rosa, wearing comfortable lounge pants and tank tops, but he knew as soon as she left they’d toss their clothes in his face.
Their next heat was due to hit tomorrow, after all.