Candy Gets a Kitten

All characters are 18 years old or older

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"Damn it, Candy!"

Jack had just spotted a large cage sitting in the living room of his apartment. It was covered with a flowered cloth, but he was pretty sure he knew what was inside it.

Candy, his -- well what the hell was she? She had been his girlfriend's, Julia's 18-year-old daughter until Julia had caught them fucking and thrown both of them out of her house. Now she was his roommate and bedmate. That probably technically made her his new girlfriend, except she liked to call him "Daddy" which made him, at double her age, feel like more of a father. But a father that was fucking his daughter! It was all very confusing, but when he was spooned up against her in bed he found it was actually satisfying in many different ways.

They had been together three months and Candy had been asking about getting a cat, and Jack had kept telling her "No!" It wasn't that he didn't like animals, though he was more of a dog man himself, but the single bedroom apartment they shared had rules against pets.

But now somehow petite Candy had managed to drag this huge cage into the place and Jack, more than annoyed, would bet his life it contained some kind of cat. Grabbing the cover he pulled it off and tossed it across the room.

The cage did not contain a cat. Well, not exactly. What it did contain was a nearly naked teenage girl with long dark hair. She indeed wore cat ears, gloves and slippers that looked like cat's paws, a collar and ... a butt plug with a long tail? But she was definitely human.

"What the hell?" he murmured.

The girl/cat scrambled backward, her rear end knocking against the metal bars as she pressed herself into the furthest corner of the cage, apparently startled by his sudden appearance.

He knelt and stared at her. What had Candy gotten them into?

"Who are you?" he asked.

The girl/cat slowly slid forward in the cage towards him and lifted her head so he could see a heart-shaped metal tag hanging from her collar. It read "My Name is Taffy."

"Okay, Taffy, what are you doing naked in a cage in my apartment?"

She just stared at him with a slightly puzzled look on her pretty face as if she didn't understand. In any case he decided to get her out of the cage before the FBI showed up and charged him with kidnapping, or would it be catnapping?

Reaching for the cage door he realized there was no lock on it. The mechanism would have defeated a cat or dog trying to get out, but all the girl would have needed to do was to slip the cat gloves off and she could have left anytime.

In any case, he opened the door and the cat/girl slid to the back of the cage with apprehension on her face.

"I'm not going to hurt you," said Jack, moving away and sitting on the couch. "But I want it so you can come out anytime you feel comfortable."

He sat on the sofa and studied her. She looked college age and petite, like Candy, but maybe even a bit shorter with more prominent tits and a slightly larger ass. She had green eyes and moved with a grace that did indeed remind him of a cat.

The girl/cat finally seemed comfortable enough to slide out of the cage and start exploring the room on all fours. She timidly seemed to move around the place sniffing and exploring just the way a cat would when introduced to a new location.

Jack watched the girl for a few minutes and had to admit the whole cat thing was very hot, but incredibly weird.

"Okay, I'm going to assume that you are one of Candy's friends. When she gets home from school in an hour she's going to have some explaining to do," he said as rubbed his aching head. "In the meantime, I'm going to get changed and get a shower. It's been a long, hard day. Just try to stay out of trouble, okay?"

Jack headed into the bedroom and pushed the door closed behind him. He didn't notice at the time, but he never heard the "click" of the latch.

Fifteen minutes later he walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom naked having just dried himself off from the shower. He was about to get some fresh clothes out of his bureau when he noticed the door to the living room was now wide open and the cat/girl was sitting on the bed, staring at him.

She wasn't sitting like a regular person would, but kneeling in a forward position with her hands, still in the cat gloves in between her knees on the bed. It was just the way a cat might sit.

"What the hell? What are you doing in here?" he mumbled in surprise.

She said nothing, but cocked her head as she looked at him. He remembered the door not latching and the habit cats had of pushing their way through doors that were ajar to explore new spaces.

He had to admit she was so-so-hot sitting naked there like that wearing only a few cat accessories and before he realized it his cock was half erect and since he was naked, it was impossible to conceal.

This didn't seem to bother the cat/girl and she moved toward him, now on all fours until she was inches away from him. Then she bent her head down and started licking the tip of his cock. Her tongue seem strangely rough, but pleasant.

Jack's cock responded quickly by becoming fully erect. This girl was a huge turn-on, but he was living with Candy now and maybe he should-

"Well, I see you two are getting along well!"

Candy stood in the doorway, still wearing her school backpack with the same tight jeans and crop top she had left with this morning.

Jack couldn't think of an intelligent response "I ahhhh-"

"It's okay, Daddy" Candy laughed. "I'm glad to see you like Taffy and it seems Taffy likes you too!"

"Candy, we need to talk about this!" Jack said, as the cat/girl continued to lick his cock.

"Okay, just a sec!" Candy headed back into the living room and returned with a leash. Clipping it to Taffy's collar, she gently tugged the girl away from Jack's manhood and led her back to the cage.

Jack heard the cage door click closed as he pulled on a pair of pants. In a few moments Candy returned, closing the bedroom door securely behind her.

"What the hell is going on with that girl?" Jack whispered.

"Taffy is one of the dancers I work with at the Puss n' Boots," Candy said, referring to the strip club she worked at on weekends. "She lost her apartment and needs a place to stay."

"Okay, but why is she dressed --well half dressed--as a cat and sitting in a cage?"

Candy sat down on the edge of the bed, letting her playful tone drop. "She's had it really rough growing up. Sever e abuse. This has given her a form of PTSD where she sometimes disassociates and regresses into an animal form. She was kept in a cage for much of her adolescence and now finds it a safe place. After all, nobody can hit you if you are inside a cage or sneak up on you. By regressing to a cat she can avoid human responsibilities. Cats don't talk or worry about rent or anything human. It a form of escape for her from her past."

"How do you know about all this?" he asked.

"We just finished a section on this in my AP Abnormal Psychology class," Candy replied. "Also, Taffy has learned to trust me over the last few months and confided in me about her past and diagnoses."

Jack had been unaware of Candy taking AP classes. She was a lot smarter than she let on.

"Well, if she has PTSD that bad how can she be working as a stripper?" he asked.

"Taffy seems to have three personalities that help her cope with the world. The cat is one, but her most normal persona is a shy, introverted girl. That's the one I have managed to befriend. But there is a third one: one that is triggered by the music and lights at the club. I call it the siren or temptress. Once she hits the stage she becomes the most aggressive dancer in the club. The change is quite incredible to watch and she gets loads of tips and lap dances, but the instant she goes backstage, she reverts back to her introverted girl persona."

Jack sat down on the bed next to Candy. "I find this hard to believe..."

"You can come to the club and watch. Mom is no longer working there. She's mad at Bud for hiring me, so now she dances at the Hot Box instead."

Jack decided he should check the girl's performance out, but there was still a problem of what to do with Taffy tonight. "Does she sleep in that thing?"

"Yes," Candy said, "The bottom of the cage is lined with a very soft mattress and pillow. She also has a food and water bowl and some cat toys. She won't be a problem. Can we keep her, Daddy?"

The apartment rules did not allow pets, but three people in a single bedroom apartment? Well, there was no rule against that and besides, it was hard to say no to Candy when she called him 'Daddy.'

***

It has been a few months since Jack has visited the Puss n' Boots. He had avoided it as his ex had threatened to shoot him in the ass for sleeping with Candy. He looked around the place to make sure Julia was nowhere in sight, then ordered a drink.

Candy was up first and as always turned in an arousing performance. She was getting better every day and the crowd loved her, especially when she stripped out of her sexy schoolgirl uniform of white tie top, blue pleated skirt and thigh-high white stockings. Ironically in the real world she just wore jeans and a T-shirt to her actual high school.

Then Taffy appeared on stage wearing her full kitten costume, but swapping the paw-like slippers for black high heels and black thigh-high stockings and adding a short black skirt and top. Instead of prancing on stage like most of the dancers to start her performance, she slinked onto the platform on all fours, looking around the room like a cat would. She then cautiously moved to the brass pole and went up on her feet and started her performance.

She was as good as any of the dancers he had ever seen, but added a definite feline element to her act by hissing and purring at men in the audience and approaching the stage on all fours to get tips. By the end of her time her skirt, the top and a G-string lay in a heap by the base of the pole covered by a pile of cash that she had collected from her admirers. Gathering them up she left the stage and as she did she wiggled her bottom and her cat tail butt plug at the audience as a way to say goodbye.

As the next dancer came on stage, it was traditional for the dancer that had just finished to come on the floor with the audience and see if anybody wanted a lap dance. When Taffy showed up Jack waved a $20 bill at her to see what she would do.

She moved gracefully toward him wearing the cat outfit with only a tiny black thong to cover her pussy. Leaning in close he felt her breath warm against his ear as she purred, "Want a dance, big boy?" in a low, sultry voice. It was the first time he had heard her speak, so different from the silent girl in his living room.

He nodded and slipped the bill into her thong. She climbed on his lap and started grinding her pussy into his crotch and this soon had the desired effect on him. Her breasts were definitely larger than Candy's, but not huge. Just big enough to have a nice bounce to them as she moved back and forth on him. Her tits had puffy areolas and her nipples were erect. He wanted to suck them, but of course he couldn't do that in the club, but it made him wonder if he might be able to talk her into a lap dance back at the apartment that night...

The dance was over way too soon and she kissed him on the forehead before slinking off to offer a dance to the guy at the next table. That guy looked like he was practically drooling to get her on his lap.

By the time she was finished and headed backstage she had managed to aggressively procure five lap dances from men in the audience.

Jack was amazed that the girl could be so shy in other situations, but so slut-like in the club. Still, he had been in the army in combat situations and had seen how PTSD could affect people. How it could twist them up in strange ways. PTSD didn't care if you were in a trench or on a stage; it broke you into whatever you needed to survive.

***

He wanted to be awake when Candy and Taffy got home from the club to see if she would treat him any differently after their encounter at the club. She didn't. When the girls came in, Taffy, dressed in a dark hoodie and sweatpants, immediately disappeared into her covered cage, without a word while Candy flopped down on the couch next to him.

"That was a pretty amazing performance she pulled off," Jack said.

"I told you she was popular," Candy replied. "When she's in temptress mode she is the best in the club."

A few minutes later Taffy re-emerged, now back in cat mode, but different than at the club. More like an innocent, curious kitten than the sexy feline she had been on stage.

"Let me teach you some Kitten Play commands, Dad," said Candy. "It will help you get along with Taffy."

"Kitten play?"

"Yes, just watch," Candy replied, picking up the riding crop sitting on the end table. Leading Taffy into the bedroom and tapping the crop on the bed, Candy command, "Taffy, up here!"

The cat/girl looked curiously at Candy, but made a graceful leap up onto the queen-sized bed.

"Now, Sit Pretty!"

Taffy seemed a bit reluctant to follow the command, but looked at the riding crop and decided to obey.

"On the 'Sit Pretty' command she should look proud to be seen," explained Candy. The girl sat upright with her legs tucked under her and her knees slightly spread apart with her front paws on the ground in between. "Her head should be facing forward with her chest out," Candy continued.

Taffy sitting in that position did look like she was a pretty cat posing for a camera.

"Now, 'Paws Up', Taffy" Candy commanded.

The cat/girl maintained the same position, but raised her furry gloved hands up into a begging pose.

"Very good!" said Candy, reaching in her pocket and pulling out a handful of M&Ms. She opened her palm and held it before Taffy's mouth and soon the cat/girl was eating the treat out of Candy's hand.

When the last M&M had disappeared, Candy gave the riding crop to Jack and said, "Now it's your turn. Tell her 'Tail up.'"

Jack felt a bit silly, but he did enjoy the idea of giving the cat/girl commands, so he said, "Tail up!"

Taffy turned about so her ass faced Jack, then dropped into a clearly submissive position with her nose and knees touching the bed and her butt high up in the air. The girl's cat tail hung in between her legs. Candy picked it up, laying it on Taffy's back, exposing her pussy to Jack's view.

"If you ever need to remove or insert her tail plug you can tell her to get in this pose," Candy said. "Now try a 'Belly Up' command."

Jack hesitated a moment, then said "Belly Up, Taffy!"

Taffy rolled on her back raising, spreading and bending her legs and hands, just like a cat.

Candy reached out and stroked the girl's tummy. "This is the command you give if you want to rub her belly and other parts. Try it."

Jack reached out and rubbed Taffy's belly and tickled it a bit. She giggled. Jack then ran his hands over the girl's tits, giving them a squeeze. Finally he let his fingers find their way to her pussy, stroking it until he started to feel it get moist.

"A well trained kitten should stay in the position as long as you want," said Candy. "I can teach you some other commands, but these are the most basic you need to get her to do what you want. Here, let's try this. Take off your pants and lie on the bed."

Jack hesitated for a moment, then returned the crop to Candy and followed her directions. Candy pointed the crop at Jack's exposed cock and issued the command, "Taffy, Play!"

The cat/girl crawled over to Jack's crotch and started licking his cock. It responded to the girl's touch quickly.

After a few minutes he was rock hard and Candy issued another command, "Taffy, Mount!"

The girl straddled Jack's hips and slowly lowered herself on to his erect member, stuffing him into her pussy. The girl than began riding him, leaning over him and placing her two paws on his chest.

Jack had to admit looking up at this pretty girl dressed and acting like a kitten and riding his cock was very, very hot. Perhaps he wasn't a dog man after all.

As she watched the two of them fuck, Candy slowly started stripping out of her own clothes and was soon naked. Watching her out of the corner of his eyes he wondered what Candy would look like if she was wearing a kitten outfit too. Taffy was definitely a black cat, but Candy would look good in white. They would make quite a pretty pair sitting back to back dressed as kittens, he thought.

Naked now, Candy climbed on the bed and straddled Jack's face. She lowered herself until the pink petals of her girl flower were in reach of his tongue and he started licking her pussy. Up above he could hear the girl's kissing and making out.

Jack had never had a threesome before and he found it incredibly hot letting his tongue explore the depths of Candy's cunt. Soon, she was moaning loudly and he heard her cum, her whole body shaking. With a final moan she climbed off of him and she dropped onto the bed by his side.

"I told you having a cat would be fun, didn't I, Daddy?" the girl giggled. "Would you like to mount Taffy from behind now?"

Jack managed to groan out a 'yes' and Candy sat up and picked up the riding crop again. "Taffy! Tail up!"

The dark haired kitten climbed off of Jack's cock and pressed her nose into the mattress while pushing her butt high into the air. Candy grabbed her tail and flipped it on the cat/girl's back, revealing her pink and gleaming wet pussy. Jack came up behind Taffy and slipped the tip of his cock in between those soft petals, than rammed himself into the girl in a single thrust.

Taffy moaned as Jack rode her using his hands to hold the girl tightly by the hips. It wasn't long before he had the feeling of hot cum building up inside his loins. As he railed her he could feel her pussy squeezing him tight with each thrust.

The girl continued moaning (or was it meowing?) as they worked their way to a mutual climax. Candy lay on the bed next to them watching and playing with her own pussy. From the smile on her face she was definitely enjoying the spectacle.

Finally, Jack could hold back any longer and emptied himself into the dark kitten's belly. By then the girl was shaking with her own orgasm and clawing at the sheets so wildly that she might have shredded them if her claws were real.

Afterwards the two of them flopped down together next to Candy, exhausted by the games. Finally, as it was getting late, Candy got up and found Taffy's leash to lead her back to her cage for the night.

***

The week went by and soon it was Friday night. Neither of the girls worked that evening and Jack ordered Taffy (in her cat outfit) to join him up on the couch and the cat/girl obeyed. Pulling out a handful of M&Ms from his pocket he offered them to Taffy as a treat. The girl's mouth and tongue tickled his palm as she slurped up the reward. Jack found something delightful about hand feeding the kitten and decided to do it whenever he found an excuse.

Afterwards Jack put on a movie and tried the "Belly Up" command and soon had Taffy lying on her back, with her head on his lap and her arms and legs spread. He took the opportunity to stroke the soft skin of her tummy and play with her tits and pussy as he watched the TV. Candy was busy in the next room, studying for a test in one of her classes scheduled for the following Monday.

After the movie ended, around 11 p. m., Candy emerged from the bedroom. She was dressed in one of her stripping outfits, a light pink baby doll dress with spaghetti straps and a ribbon that was cinched tightly just under her bust and tied with a bow behind her back. Below the ribbon the dress consisted of gauzy, pleated material that fell just short completely covering her bottom. On her feet she wore white ankle socks and black Mary Janes. Her long blonde hair was tied in pigtails with pink ribbons.

"Where are you going?" asked Jack.

"I'm going to take Taffy for a walk in the park!" Candy replied.

"At this time of night?" Jack started to protest, but even as he said it he realized this was exactly the idea Candy had. The park would be completely empty and it would be the only time you would walk a naked cat/girl around there with nobody seeing.

"I want you to come, too!" said Candy.

Jack followed, if for no other reason than to make sure the girls didn't run into somebody unexpected in what should be the completely deserted park across the street. The chance of this was extremely low, however, as there weren't many residences in the area and the apartment complex they lived in was still being built and only a handful of units were occupied.

They made it across the street safely with Candy, wearing her pink dress and leading Taffy by her leash. Jack noticed that the cat/girl also now outside wore knee pads to protect her from the rough sidewalk and ground.

As they stepped into the moonlight coming through a break in the trees, Jack stopped them. Candy and Taffy looked so cute and sexy- a girl leading her Kitten on a walk at night-- that Jack decided to snap a picture with his phone as they posed for him.

Candy led them deep into the trees and finally stopped at one that was oddly shaped with the trunk splitting into a "Y"-shape a few feet off the ground. She tied Taffy's leash to another tree and from her small pocketbook pulled out a pair of soft handcuffs, handing the key to Jack.

Suddenly Jack realized what the girl had in mind. A few days ago her eyes had lit up as she told him a story she had heard about a freshman college coed that had been exploring the woods near her campus in search of a waterfall she had been told about. After working her way through the forest for a few minutes, she could hear the sound of the waterfall, but was blocked from seeing it by thick growth around the pond at its base. Finally, she found a tree where the trunk split into a "Y"-shape and she could see some of the pond through it. Bending at the waist and sticking her head through the gap, she found that she had an excellent view of what did turn out to be a very pretty scene.

Finally, when she was ready to go, she found that the branches of the tree had closed over her neck and she couldn't pull her head out without doing serious damage to herself. She cried and cried for help, but nobody seemed to hear.

"So finally, after an hour," Candy had said, as she told the story, "The coed was relieved when she heard footsteps approach. She thanked the person for coming to her aid, but he didn't say a word, then she felt the hem of her skirt being lifted and her panties pulled down to her knees. She soon found herself being fucked from behind, by this unknown guy. After he had finished with her, he left without saying a word leaving her bare assed with panties still at her knees and her skirt tucked into her waistline."

"Apparently word got around campus and she was visited by three more classmates that afternoon who all took advantage of her unfortunate situation to have a little fun, "Candy giggled. "Finally as it was getting dark another man came and extracted her from her predicament -it turned out he was gay."

She finished the story by saying the embarrassed girl never reported what had happened to the authorities but by the end of the semester was sporting a baby bump. She went home on winter break and never returned.

Candy, who had a strong interest in consensual non-consent play, told him this story with a bit of glee in her voice. To Jack it sounded like it was just an urban myth or campus legend, but apparently Candy wanted to live out this fantasy in the park tonight.

She lowered her head into the "Y" bending at the waist, put her arms around the trunk of the tree and snapped the handcuffs on herself. The short, pink, pleated skirt rose up and it was obvious she wasn't wearing panties. Her pink pussy lips, almost matching the color of the dress, were visible and glistening invitingly in the moonlight.

Jack pulled out his camera and snapped a shot of the girl's bottom, then moved to the other side of the tree and took another of Candy's face in the "Y" of the trunk. Her head, framed with golden pigtails, made a perfect portrait.

Jack slipped off his pants and left them in a pile next to Taffy, then approached Candy's exposed bottom. He fingered her already wet pussy and gave her bottom a sound slap. Then he mounted her, holding her by her hips as he thrust in and out of her.

The fact that the cat/girl was attentively watching him fuck the trapped teenager was a turn on. He had never thought of himself as an exhibitionist, but he found himself enjoying being watched.

The woods were very quiet as they fucked. Just the low moans of Candy as she got increasingly excited and the slap, slap, slap of their bodies meeting with each thrust. This was good as Jack really didn't want anybody on the street deciding to explore what that strange sound was from the forest. As he approached climax, however, he couldn't help but give Candy a few hard slaps to her bottom making her let out a quiet little yelps. This pushed him over the edge.

It had been long enough since they last screwed that he started pumping a huge amount of cum into the teenager's pussy until it overflowed and started dripping down her thigh. He felt Candy shake as waves of pleasure radiated though her body. Her orgasm lasted a full minute.

Spent, Jack pulled out of Candy, his cock dripping with cum and pussy juice. Taffy was straining at her leash to get to him, so Jack walked over towards her. She immediately started licking and swallowing down the fluids on his cock and it occurred to him that Taffy was attracted to gulp the white cum in the same way a kitten wanted to slurp up milk. After she had thoroughly cleaned his cock, he decided to untie her leash and see what she did. Just as he thought she might, Taffy headed straight over to Candy, who was still trapped and bent over the tree. The cat/girl was soon licking the cum dripping down Candy's thighs and working her way up to the source of the flow at her pussy. Jack slipped on his pants, took out his phone and snapped a shot. Then he walked around to the other side of the tree.

It was clear from Candy's face that she was already well on her way to another climax caused by Taffy's clean up job. He bent down and started kissing her pretty face and making out with her as she went over the edge and into the throes of another orgasm.

***

As they walked back to the apartment Jack held Taffy's leash with one hand and Candy's hand with the other. I had been a weird, but exciting encounter in the woods and Jack realized he was really enjoying having Taffy live with them, as odd as it all sometimes seemed.

Back inside, Taffy went back into her cage and Candy and he headed into the bedroom. He felt somehow sad about this and wished there was enough space in the bedroom from the girl's cage too. It felt wrong that she could not sleep with them in the same room. Didn't real Kittens curl up with their owners in their beds?

Candy slipped off her outfit and pulled on a sheer baby doll night gown top and looking exhausted, climbed into bed bottomless. She had been forbidden by Jack from sleeping in the matching panties in case she needed to be "punished."

Candy was a much more disciplined student than Jack would have expected when he first met her, but she had one flaw. In order for her to get the bus to school, she needed to be out of bed by 6:30 in the morning. If she didn't get up by then, she would miss the bus and he'd have to drive her, throwing off his own schedule. After a few of these incidents, Jack had imposed a rule: If she wasn't out of bed by 6:30 on school days he would punish her by forcibly mounting her and fucking her. Not having to deal with her panties, made this much easier to achieve.

Given Candy's enjoyment of non-consent sex it wasn't clear that this was really discouraging her from staying in bed, but he figured that a morning shag of the girl, with her kicking and wiggling under him, was at least compensation for having to drive her to school.

Well, the next day was Saturday, so tomorrow Candy could sleep in without penalty. However, both she and Taffy would need to be at the Puss n' Boots by 11AM when it opened as they were working a double shift and would not be back till after 3 the next morning.

***

Despite their late night activities, Jack woke up early and was feeling restless. He was still bothered by Taffy having to sleep in the living room and suddenly a solution came to him. Climbing into his pickup truck he headed off toward the lumberyard and hardware store before his housemates were up.

By the time he came back both of the girls had gone to work. He started by removing the old bed frame from the bedroom and moving the mattress into the living room. He worked steadily all day measuring, sawing, nailing, and gluing his project together, using some plans he'd found on the internet. By late evening he was finished and exhausted. It was really more than a one day project and there were some finishing touches he still had to add, but he had wanted the basic project done before the girls returned.

The simple bed frame and mattress had been replaced by a four-poster bed with a canopy and fancy headboard with compartments to hold stuff. Candy had often mentioned she missed her old four-poster bed at her mom's house. Jack had also missed it too, as he had often thought how nice it would be to be able to tie the girl spread eagle to the posts for some BDSM fun.

What he had built now had those posts, along with metal rings on each of the uprights making it easy to attach things to them. The compartments could hold ropes and various sex toys. The top of the canopy also had mirrors and there was also one mounted above the headboard. It would certainly be a fun playground for adventurous games with Candy.

But below the bed was something special too. The platform of the bed was about 15 inches off the ground. In the original design it was just empty space, but Jack had added a number of vertical bars on all sides and a gate at the foot turning the area into a cage with a two inch thick foam mattress on the floor.

When the girls returned at 3:30 that morning, Candy could hardly believe her eyes.

"You did this in one day?" she gasped.

"I always wanted to try making some furniture," Jack said. "And I think this turned out really well!"

As Jack showed Candy some of the "features" he had included in the design, they lost track of Taffy.

"I also added this under the bed," Jack said, opening the gate at the foot of the bed to show her the cage. As he did, Taffy re-entered the bedroom, now dressed in her kitten outfit and dragging her blanket in her mouth. She headed without stopping through the gate and into her new enclosure, claiming it for her own.

"Well, I guess she likes it alright," giggled Candy. "I'll get the rest of her toys, bowls and pillows."

Before they settled down for the night, Candy pulled one of those plastic cubes you could pictures into for display out of her pocketbook placing it on the new headboard shelf. "I printed these from you're the photos you took when I was at work tonight," she said. "Our first decoration for the new bed!"

He took the cube and turned around looking at the photos. The first showed Candy holding Taffy's leash under the moonlight. The next two captured Candy bent forward, her head pinned helplessly inside the woody Y-shape of the trunk - one showed her ass and the other from the opposite side displayed her head. There was even a, surprising shot of himself fucking Candy from behind--Taffy must have quietly slipped the phone from his discarded jeans to snap it. The final image showed Taffy licking the residual cream from Candy's inner thighs.

That night they all settled down to sleep in the same room: Candy and Jack on the top of the bed and Taffy underneath. As he lay on his back with Candy sleeping on his shoulder, Jack heard the soft click of the gate under the bed as it opened. Looking at the foot of the bed, he saw a pair of kitten ears, followed by two green eyes peek over the edge of the mattress. Quietly the girl climbed onto the bed and snuggled up to Jack on the opposite side from Candy. She was naked, except for those kitten ears in her hair and her collar around her neck. Resting her head on his other shoulder she whispered, "Thanks for welcoming me into your family," then promptly fell asleep.

Jack lay perfectly still in the dark, bookended by warmth of the girls' bodies. With Candy dead to the world against his right arm and Taffy's slow, shallow breaths brushing his left shoulder, he looked up at the three of them reflected in the canopy mirrors. Yes, it was a peculiar, twisted arrangement. But as he listened to them sleep, he closed his eyes and accepted it. It was his new family.

The End.