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You’re not used to being alone. Growing up, your home was always lively and full of energy in a way that makes an apartment feel distinctly empty.
Unfortunately, satisfactory human housemates were hard to find, so you decided a non-human housemate would do instead.
You’ve always loved cats. Sadly, your parents had never let you have pets, stating that you and your siblings were enough animals running around the house.
So when you moved out on your own, you immediately adopted one from a local shelter.
A sweet, tiny companion that sits on the arm of your chair while you read after work.
“Are you lonely, Shoko?” you ask, running a gentle hand down the brown tabby’s back.
Being a cat, Shoko doesn’t respond, but she blinks serenely up at you. Clearly content, she tilts her head towards your hand, encouraging you to scratch under her chin.
“Hm?” you coo, obliging her with a small, fond smile, “Do you miss me while I’m at work, sweet kitty?”
This time, a quiet purr rumbles in Shoko’s chest, a soothing vibration.
Hmm. Maybe you’re projecting.
But really, it wouldn’t hurt to give Shoko a playmate. You eye the neat basket of cat toys on the floor, hardly ever used.
It wasn’t to say that Shoko wasn’t an active cat, but she was far more inclined to climb the furniture to find a good place to nap than bat around a fake mouse.
Maybe having another cat around would coax her into playing more than you could.
“What do you think, kitty?” you ask, bending down to give Shoko a kiss on her tiny little forehead, “Shall we get you a friend?”
“Mrow,” Shoko says with a distinct air of betrayal. She gets up and stretches, tail quivering and mouth open in a toothy yawn before jumping to the floor and trotting off, presumably to find a quieter place to nap.
—
The animal shelter is exactly as you remember it. Tucked into a corner shop, cozy and unassuming. A tiny dog-shaped bell jingles as you push through the door, where you are immediately confronted by the frantic clack of nails on tile as two huge dogs, one black and one white, rush to greet you.
They’re polite, as far as dogs go, waiting patiently a few steps away until you offer your hand to sniff.
A bored looking teenager is sitting behind the front desk, nose buried in a book.
He glances up as you approach, and you smile awkwardly and hold up your cat carrier.
“Hi,” you say, and his eyebrows raise in what you hope is a positive expression, “I was hoping to adopt a cat?”
“Mn,” he grunts, gesturing for you to follow. When he stands, carefully slipping a bookmark into his book, you note that his name tag reads ‘Megumi’.
Megumi leads you down a brightly lit hallway until you reach a door that reads ‘CATS’ in bubbly green letters. As you approach, you can hear faint meowing from inside.
“All of the adoptable cats have blue cards on their cages,” he waves at the wall of cages, “Let me know if you need anything.” With that, he bows shallowly and settles himself on a nearby stool and pulls out his phone.
Well, it seems you are officially dismissed. In the general fashion of teenagers, Megumi has clearly communicated that you are on your own.
With no other way forward, you set the carrier down and begin to peruse your options.
There are…quite a variety of options.
A pretty, tan Scottish Fold catches your eye first, napping near the front of its cage.
“Hi, kitty,” you murmur, gently sticking your finger through the bars to stroke down the cat’s back. The fur is just as soft as it looks. Woken from its nap, the cat makes a faint grumbling noise and cracks an eye open.
“Hello,” you say, only feeling a little guilty, “What’s your name?” A quick glance at the cat’s adoption card has your heart sinking. The card sports the name ‘Nanami’, and, unfortunately, a pink ‘adopted!’ sticker.
Saddened, you move on, passing a couple of strange looking cats on your way: one that seems to be made of several distinct coat patterns in a patchwork sort of way, as though it’s multiple cats stitched together, a black and white one with a rose-like pattern on its shoulder, and a grumpy looking Sphynx cat with a lightly mauled piece of paper taped to the front of its cage that reads ‘NO FINGERS!!!’
None of those options seem particularly appealing, and Mr. No Fingers has both a red card and an ‘adopted!’ sticker, somehow, which renders him doubly off limits.
You’re almost ready to give up and come back another day when a white paw darts out of the second to last cage and snags your sleeve.
“Oh!” you exclaim, pivoting towards the cage, “Hello there!”
Inside is perhaps the most beautiful cat you’ve ever laid eyes on. It’s massive, easily twice Shoko’s size, and consists of mounds of shiny, silky-looking white fur. Two shockingly bright blue eyes peer out at you, meeting your gaze dead on.
“Um, hi,” you glance quickly at the adoption card, “Hi, Satoru. Can I have my arm back?”
“Mow,” says the white cat, hooking its claws more firmly in your sleeve and dragging you closer.
Alright. That’s fine, you can work with this. It’s kind of cute, in a way, even if Satoru’s stare is kind of intense for a cat.
“Excuse me?” you call out, hoping Megumi knows you’re talking to him, “I think I found the one I want.”
Soundlessly, Megumi appears at your elbow, and you jump slightly when you notice him. He’s frowning, the strongest expression you’ve seen on him yet, but he’s not looking at you.
He’s looking at Satoru, and the white cat is staring right back at him. As if making a point, Satoru tugs your arm again, putting your hand flush with the bars of the cage.
“Everything okay?” you ask, as Satoru rubs his cheek against your fingers and begins to purr. His fur is unimaginably soft, like satin against your skin.
Megumi blinks and shakes his head. “Fine,” he says, then nods at Satoru, “He doesn’t normally like strangers.”
Is it weird that you’re flattered by that? It’s probably weird. Either way, that solidifies it, you’re definitely taking Satoru home.
“I’ll take him,” you say, and both of Megumi’s eyebrows shoot up.
He studies Satoru for a few moments, who is still petting himself on your fingers, then relents.
“Alright,” he sighs, then leans forward to tap the cage next to Satoru’s, which you now notice doesn’t have the divider between them that the others do. “He’s pair bonded though, you have to take them both.”
—
Satoru’s pair bond is named Suguru, a sleek black cat with a permanently smug expression.
He follows Satoru into the cat carrier easily enough, curling up against the white cat in the too-small space.
On the walk back to your apartment, however, gradually more and more annoyed sounds echo out of the carrier.
Idly, you wonder if Megumi made a mistake. Do pair bonds normally fight this much?
The moment you set the carrier down, both cats explode out of it, rolling across the floor in a black and white blur.
“Hey!” you exclaim, to absolutely no effect. There doesn’t seem to be any claws out, but they’re moving so fast it’s hard to tell.
Eventually, they come to a stop in front of the armchair, Suguru sprawled over Satoru’s belly. As though nothing had happened, Satoru begins licking at Suguru’s chest, purring loudly.
From her spot on the armrest, Shoko looks down with a distinctly exasperated air.
Over the next few weeks, you learn that this initial interaction gave you a pretty good idea of what to expect.
Both boys manage to get themselves in trouble more often than not, but for vastly different reasons.
Suguru is incredibly smart and resourceful, and figures out how to open three different levels of ‘cat safe’ cabinet locks to get into the cat treats. Then, when you find all three of them eating spilled treats off the floor, he has the audacity to run up to you and purr, rubbing against your legs.
And you know that it was Suguru, because Shoko is nowhere near that food motivated, and Satoru is…well.
He’s not dumb, but you’re pretty sure he thinks he’s invincible. He takes flying leaps off furniture, missing jumps and landing heavily on the floor. When he’s batting around toys, he never watches where he’s going, and frequently smacks into walls. Or your legs. Or Suguru.
One time, he sticks his entire face in your coffee cup, and then emerges, face dripping wet, and meows in such a betrayed tone that you burst out laughing.
Satoru and Suguru do indeed prove to be more energetic than Shoko. Satoru in particular makes full use of the little basket of toys, spreading them all around the apartment as he plays. Suguru is more inclined to watch Satoru play, swiping at the other cat when he comes close, until Satoru gets annoyed enough to tackle him.
The boys are also much more cuddly than Shoko ever is. They curl up on your lap, competing for space on your thighs and rubbing up against your stomach. Satoru also seems to enjoy giving overly enthusiastic tongue baths that leave your skin feeling raw and Suguru’s fur sticking up at odd angles. You have no idea why Suguru lets him do it, his expression is extremely put upon the whole time, but he hardly ever tries to escape. Shoko wants none of this, and won’t hesitate to smack either of the boys if they’re acting up.
You take to buying them toys and new cat treats, and your apartment slowly fills up with life again. Never mind that you’re always about two steps away from tripping over a ribbon or jingle ball, it’s a small price to pay for such steadfast companionship.
The less is said about the Catnip Incident, however, the better. Shoko and Suguru both took very calm naps, but no amount of practical sewing experience could save your curtains from Satoru’s claws.
And then one day, on your way back from work, everything changes.
The moment you arrive home, something seems…off.
For one, the cats don’t come to greet you. For another, there’s a very naked woman sitting in your armchair. With cat ears. And a tail.
You probably should be freaked out, but something about her seems familiar.
“Um, hi,” you say eloquently, and then, for lack of a better option, “Who are you?”
The woman opens her mouth to answer, but before she can, something clatters in the kitchen. You turn to look, and two extremely handsome, extremely naked men, also sporting cat ears and tails, spill out of the doorway, pressed together tightly from shoulder to hip.
“You’re back!” the white haired one exclaims, tail lashing in excitement, “You were gone for so long!”
Frozen, you stare at him. He’s big, tall and long-limbed, with what has to be the biggest dick you’ve ever seen. You avert your gaze, but that just means your eyes land on his dark haired companion.
Who is also big, a few centimeters shorter, but more broad shouldered. His dick as just as large too, thick and fucking enormous even resting soft against his thigh.
Your eyes trail back up to their faces, shivering at the strange hunger you find there.
Abruptly, they both pounce, and you find yourself in the middle of a very warm, very muscled sandwich.
“Don’t ever leave again, ok?” the white haired one says, as two pairs of large, clawed hands wrap around you, pawing at you like they need to touch every inch of your body. “Just stay here with us.”
“Um,” you say again, and the familiarity of the situation finally catches up to you. “Satoru?”
A familiar purr rumbles in Satoru’s chest, twice as loud as usual. You can feel yourself instinctively calming at the sound, relaxing against firm chests.
You turn your head, meeting the dark haired man’s eyes. “Suguru?” you ask, more sure of yourself this time.
“Mn,” Suguru confirms, fingers rubbing circles on your hips. “We missed you.” Warm hands slide under your shirt, making you jolt. “Let us show you how much.”
With that, he leans down and kisses you. It’s surprisingly sweet, until you open your mouth. Then he licks into you firmly, pressing you back against Satoru.
Jealous as always, Satoru leans down and presses suckling kisses into your neck. As he explores, he intersperses tiny licks and bites, no doubt leaving a trail of dark bruises.
Suguru’s hands creep up under your shirt, fingers pinching gently around your nipples. You moan as he begins to tug at them, pushing your chest up into the sensation.
Behind you, teeth clamp down gently on your earlobe, then release. “You’re ours,” Satoru growls into your ear, “We’re going to show everyone that you belong to us.”
You moan louder this time, involuntary and obscene, and your knees go weak.
They lower you to the floor, and Satoru wastes no time in shredding your clothing with his claws. You make a half-hearted sound of protest, but it becomes a cut off yelp when he immediately goes for your cunt, licking across your slit and pressing inside.
Suguru’s hands continue to pinch at your nipples, making you squirm. Glancing down, you find Satoru’s unusually blue eyes trained directly on your face, watching you as you give in to pleasure.
In no time, his tongue can easily press inside, loose and wet with arousal. He pulls back, and you can see that he’s hard.
Somehow, his dick is even bigger, and you swallow nervously. Can that really fit inside you? You’re not sure, but you know you want it to, very, very badly.
Silently, you spread your legs, implicit permission to continue. His gaze turns hungry, and he lines himself up, pressing just barely in.
You grunt in surprise, trying to relax around his girth.
Helpfully, Suguru begins to tug harder at your nipples, sending little shocks of pleasure through you.
Slowly, steadily, Satoru works himself in, until your hips are flush together.
“So pretty,” Suguru murmurs, caressing Satoru’s face. He leans forward to kiss him, and you're struck by what a beautiful scene they make together.
When they pull apart, Suguru glances down at you. “Both of you,” he says, and leans down to brush his lips over yours.
While you’re distracted, Satoru starts thrusting in and out, gradually increasing speed.
And then, because he’s Satoru, he starts to run his mouth.
“Gonna fill you with our come,” Satoru pants, thrusting deep inside you, “Gonna smell like us, everyone will know who you belong to.”
The thought makes you whine, high pitched and far too loud.
“Shh,” Suguru says, “Quiet now, or the neighbors will hear.”
This statement does absolutely nothing to calm you down, and you whine again, just as loud. A cruelly mischievous look crosses Suguru’s face, and he turns his head to briefly glance over his shoulder.
“Shoko,” he calls, smirking down at you as you whimper, “our human needs some help keeping quiet.”
Our human. The words echo in your head as Shoko approaches, reaching a frantic tempo as she kneels beside your head and swings a leg over you.
Our human our human our human. She lowers herself down, and you obediently open your mouth. You can’t help but moan again as her weight settles on your mouth, the flavor of her cunt bursting over your tongue.
You close your eyes, overwhelmed by the dual sensations. Satoru is still fucking into you, and Suguru’s claws trace around your nipples. You can feel Shoko’s tail swish over your chest as you hit a particularly good spot with your tongue.
Satoru’s thrusts are faster now, less rhythmic, and each grind of his body sends a shock of pleasure through you. He must be close, and you aren’t far behind him.
Suguru must sense it too, because he tugs on your nipples sharply, making you whine. You’re so, so close, and just when you can feel yourself hitting the edge, Satoru slams his hips forward, grinding deep inside you.
The feeling of his orgasm sends you tumbling into your own, senses whiting out as you clench rhythmically around him.
When you come down, he gives you a couple more weak thrusts before pulling out.
“Mine,” you hear him say, and you whine as clawed fingers rub at where his cum leaks out of you, smearing it around your cunt.
A pleased rumble fills the air, and you feel Suguru move to trade places with Satoru.
“My turn,” he growls, and suddenly you’re full again, too full. You groan, squirming as if to get away, but Shoko’s weight and Suguru’s hands on your hips hold you fast.
You can’t even beg, so the best you can do is suck frantically at Shoko’s slit in the vain hope that it will grant you a reprieve. She grinds down harder, breath coming in short gasps.
No reprieve comes, and you whine as Suguru starts to move, his thick cock stretching your already sore walls.
“Shh,” he soothes, stroking over your stomach. You can feel the press of his hand, a painfully exquisite pressure against his cock inside you. “It won’t be long, I’m already close.”
Whining again, you let your legs spread farther, accepting your fate as you focus on eating Shoko out. She must be close, grinding down on your face and running her fingers through your hair, claws pricking your scalp.
You suck roughly on her clit and hear her groan, and suddenly she’s coming, cunt spasming against your lips.
She keeps going, wringing out the last threads of her orgasm against your mouth, as Suguru speeds up.
Against all odds, you feel yourself getting close again, a heat that builds from a deep pressure inside you.
“Mm!” you whimper, unsure of what you’re trying to communicate. The feeling builds and builds, until your whole body succumbs to waves of pleasure, radiating out from your core.
Suguru must come, because you feel a warm rush of fluid inside you. Your mind is too far gone, however, lost in a blissed out haze.
Several pairs of hands hold you, adjusting your body with careful, gentle touches, so you let yourself drift.
—
Later, curled between three warm bodies, a thought occurs to you.
“Wait,” you say, slightly muffled from underneath Satoru’s arm. “I’ve been giving you cat food this whole time.”
Suguru laughs, and Satoru cuddles closer, purring into your ear. “Don’t worry about it,” Suguru says, reaching over you to run his fingers through Satoru’s hair, “Being a cat is kind of relaxing.”
From somewhere behind him, Shoko makes a noise of agreement. “More catnip, though,” she adds, dry and amused, “and fewer forehead kisses.”
“Don’t listen to her,” Satoru says, pressing his nose insistently against the side of your face, “Suguru and I want forehead kisses.”
Well, you can work with that. You nod in agreement, turning your head to press the promised kiss between Satoru’s brows. The purring abruptly increases in volume, and as Suguru moves in on the other side, demanding his own kiss, you think that, just maybe, you’ll never be lonely again.