I Keep Adopting Strays Ch. 03

I woke up the next day to the sound of my alarm. I shot up, looking around the room.

I sighed, relieved. No sign of Lexi.

Had I dreamt it all?

No. My cock was still sore from last night. It definitely happened.

Mara blinked awake, doing a big stretch, her naked butt arching upward. She turned toward me and crawled closer, her nostrils twitching as she gave me a quick sniff. "What's that smell?"

"What are you talking about?" I said, trying to play it cool, as if I didn't still have Lexi's saliva and pussy juice dried up on my lap.

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

Before she could interrogate me any further, I got out of bed to go and get ready for work. When I opened the door, my jaw dropped.

Lexi was in the kitchen wearing a tiny little apron.

And nothing underneath it.  

Her wide hips were poking out at the waist, her cleavage barely concealed behind the top of the apron. She sure as hell made it hard--literally and figuratively--not to stare.

"What the hell?" Mara said, peeking out of the bedroom.

"Oh, good morning master!" Lexi chirped, cheerfully whisking something in a large bowl.

Mara slowly turned to look at me. "Master?" she said judgingly.

"Are you making breakfast?" I asked, ignoring the cat's remark and glaring eyes.

"Yes!" she said, all too excited. "Since you cooked for us last night, I figured I could surprise you with a little something this morning."

As if last night's surprise hadn't been enough.

She turned around, flashing her perfect ass, and produced two plates. She filled them up and set them on the table.

Mara quickly put on a shirt before going to investigate. I followed her lead and sat at the table. Lexi had made scrambled eggs, ham, and blueberry pancakes, which she topped off with the cream she'd been whipping.

"When did you have time to make all this?" I asked, absolutely stunned.

"I've been awake for a little while, so I had plenty of time," she explained, as if it was nothing. "Figured I might as well be productive."

Mara sniffed at the food and raised an eyebrow at Lexi, as if she didn't trust her. "What'd you put in it?"

"Mara, why can't you just be grateful?" I said. I looked at Lexi, who just smiled at me with her hands tucked behind her back.

"Thank you, Lexi. It looks fantastic." 

When I took a bite of her pancakes, I had to physically hold back a moan. They were so fluffy and light that they practically melted in my mouth.

"Oh my God. This is so yummy!" I hummed with delight, my mouth still full. "I could seriously get used to this."

She beamed, wagging her tail excitedly.

Mara scowled at me, her gaze threatening to burn a hole through my head. "It can't be that good." She lifted the pancake slightly before letting it flop back onto the plate. She took a careful, miniscule bite, acting as if it might be poisoned, and her expression immediately changed.

It was fucking delicious and she knew it.

"Not bad, I guess," she feigned, but she immediately went back for more.  

That seemed to make Lexi happy, too. Maybe there was still hope for the two of them to become friends after all. Mara would be harder to convince, but Lexi had potentially found a way to get through to her: food, obviously.

"Where'd you learn to cook like that?" I asked our newly appointed chef.

"I used to bake with my mom as a pup," she recounted as she sat down between Mara and I. "She made excellent pastries, and I picked up a few tricks from her."

She took a bite and smiled softly, probably thinking about those happy childhood memories.

I finished my plate and hurried to the bathroom to wash up, brush my teeth, then went to get dressed in the bedroom. When I came out, Mara was having seconds, while Lexi started doing the dishes.

Something Mara had never even bothered doing. That spoiled cat.

"Thanks again, Lexi," I said, buttoning up my shirt.  

She stopped what she was doing to look at me. I felt her eyes dragging along my body appreciatively, and she blushed slightly.  

Admittedly, it felt good to be seen. Respected. I'd started to forget what that felt like. Mara had started taking me for granted. That much had become clear. She could learn a few things from our new friend.

"Lexi," I said, entering the kitchen. "I just wanted to say that I really appreciate everything you're doing." I looked at Mara, even though I wasn't talking to her. "And that's why, I've decided that you can stay with us for as long as you wish."

Mara nearly choked on her food and she started retching.

"Really?" Lexi gasped, immediately dropping the soapy sponge.

"Absolutely. I want you to make yourself at home. And if there's anything you need, you can count on us. Alright?"

"Thank you, master James!" she squeaked, jumping into my arms and squeezing me into a big hug.

God, she was strong, despite being so delicate and submissive.

Her tail shook vigorously and she licked me all over the face.

"Alright, alright. That tickles," I laughed, having to push her away or she might've never let me go. "I have to go to work now. I'll be back by five, so y'all be nice to each other. Okay?"

The comment was obviously pointed at Mara, who was still dying. She hit herself in the chest and a blueberry came flying right out of her mouth and into the plate.

"She can't possibly live with us!" Mara complained. She grabbed the murderous  blueberry in her paw. "See? She's already tried to kill me!"

I grabbed my bag and slipped into my shoes. "It's my decision. Not yours," I declared. "Maybe you should try taking a page out of her book. You could do something other than eating and sleeping all day. You know, maybe helping around the house a little?"

"You know I can't go anywhere near dish soap, James," she said in outrage. "It's bad for my fur!"

"Regardless, you better get used to her being here," I said, tossing on my coat and grabbing my keys. "Otherwise, good luck finding yourself another human who'll be willing to deal with your lazy ass."

Mara's ears flattened on her head. That last one was maybe a bit harsh, but the message landed loud and clear.

I opened the door and was about to leave, but before I did, I turned and pointed at both of them. "If I come back to find out you two fought, you'll both be in trouble. You hear me?"

Lexi nodded eagerly with her tongue out. Mara looked as though she wanted to say something, but elected not to.

"Great. Have a good day together!"

I closed the door and left for work.

Lexi turned to Mara and smiled.

Mara rolled her eyes and went back to the bedroom.

~

I was hardly able to do anything remotely productive today. I just sat at my desk and stared at my screen for hours, unable to think about anything other than Lexi. I could still feel her hands on my cock, and I kept picturing her naked underneath that slutty little apron.  

I wanted more of her. I wanted to taste her, bend her on all fours and fuck her like a good girl.

But I also couldn't help but think about Mara. About how vastly different the two of them were. Mara and I had been together for years now--living together, that is. We weren't in any properly labelled relationship aside from 'roommates'. And yet, it almost felt like we were much more than that sometimes--when she wasn't being such a brat, obviously. We spent so much time together, mostly snacking irresponsibly and watching movies.

Or fucking. That happened a lot, too.

I often complained about it, blaming her being in heat or whatever, but the truth was I couldn't get enough of it either. We'd grown to learn every part of each other's bodies intimately, knowing exactly what made my knees weak, and what made her absolutely feral.

But our dynamic had changed over the years. Unlike when I first rescued her, she'd grown lazy. Ungrateful, even. Bringing Lexi into our--my--apartment made me realize that I didn't want to be taken for granted. I didn't want to be taken advantage of.  

I deserved better.  

She'd have to come to that realization herself, and hopefully, Lexi's irritatingly good nature and eagerness to help would rub off on her.

I felt guilty even thinking about these things. I didn't mean to pin them against one another. Far from it. I genuinely cared about both of them--beyond just the awesome sex, obviously. I wanted them to be happy. To feel safe. To provide for them.

I knew it was in their nature to hate each other. The age-old feud between cats and dogs, like Garfield and Odie, or Tom and Spike. But I really wanted them to get along. Mara had been reluctant from the very start, but come on, how could anyone dislike Lexi? She was too sweet? Too kind? Made pancakes that were too delicious? Was way too fucking hot?

An image of the two of them on top of me flashed in my mind, but I had to suppress it before infringing any HR policies and getting fired for pitching a tent in the office.

I think Mara just got a little bit jealous. She must have seen how Lexi was looking at me, how my body responded to her. She probably just didn't want to lose me to this stranger we'd just met.

She wouldn't, of course. But it would help if she pulled juuuust a bit more of her own weight.

I had to be careful, though. I had been very quick to take Lexi in, and the thought of letting her go hadn't even crossed my mind once. That was dangerous. I couldn't keep adopting every stray girl on the street (foreshadowing). I would need a much bigger apartment.

I blinked and four o'clock came around.

"Already?" I muttered to myself. "Jeez."

Yet another productive day.

I couldn't think of a single good reason to stay and pretend to work any longer, so I packed my things and slowly headed out.

~

When I finally got back home and opened the door to my apartment, I found it suspiciously quiet in here.

"Mara?" I shouted. "Lexi? Anyone home?"

The bedroom door flung open, and I took a moment for my mind to process what my eyes were seeing.

"W--What are you wearing?" I managed as the cat sashayed toward me.

"Oh, this?" she said coyly, pulling at the straps of the bra she was wearing, as if she needed to draw further attention to her bust. "Just some old underwear I came across when I was cleaning up my stuff. Do you like it?"

Cleaning up? Old underwear? I struggled to juggle all the information that was being thrown at me, as I was more than a little... distracted.

By 'old', she must have meant several years old, because the cute little butter-yellow lingerie set was way too small for her. It was no secret that Mara had gained a few pounds over the last few years since I rescued her.

But I never realized by how much her body had actually changed.

The lacey thong dug tightly into her hips, accentuating the curve of her ass and the swell of her belly, the fabric nearly disappearing into her soft folds. And then there was the top, which looked ridiculously small on her. It seemed as though she had grown far beyond that of an H-cup, and no words could describe the sheer amount of tension the poor C cups must have been enduring. Her enormous breasts spilled out from every possible direction. They were like two volleyball-sized water balloons wrapped in elastic bands, squeezed impossibly high and tight on her chest.

Mara purred, relishing all the attention I was giving her assets.  

"Where's Lexi?" I asked, reminding myself to blink.

"I sent her away," she said, rolling her eyes at the mention of the dog. She must have read the sudden confusion in my expression because she quickly clarified. "Don't worry. I just asked her to go and buy a few things for us. That's all."

"Like what?"

"Oh, you know. This and that," Mara answered vaguely, closing the distance between us. She pressed her massive, overflowing chest on my stomach, and inched her face dangerously close to mine.  

She looked like she wanted to say something but couldn't find the courage to do so. She fidgeted with the collar of my shirt to avoid having to look me in the eyes.

"What is it?" I asked.

Mara finally looked up at me through batted eyelashes. "You fucked her, didn't you?"

"What?" I recoiled.

"You don't need to pretend otherwise," she said, leaning against my chest. "I smelled her on you this morning."

Ah. Of course.

"Mara," I started. "It's not what you think. I swear--"

"Do you want me to be more like her?" she asked, her voice riddled with worry. "I can call you 'master' too if you'd like."

"Where's that coming from? I never even asked her to call me that."

"I can be your good lil' kitty, master James," she purred.

Holy shit. My cock twitched at that.  

Fuck, maybe I was into it.

Her claw slowly drifted down my chest as she lowered herself between my legs and started working on my belt.

"Did she get on her knees for you?"

I swallowed, trying hard not to let my excitement show, but the outline of my shaft was already bulging against my pants.

"Mara, you don't need to do all of this," I groaned unconvincingly.

My pants dropped at my ankles, my boxers now the only thing separating her from my cock. I could already feel her breath through the thin fabric, her chest heaving and threatening to burst out of the undersized lingerie.  

"Are you sure, master?" she teased, rubbing her face against my crotch. She was purring so much I thought there might be a vibrator hidden somewhere inside her, and I could feel the vibrations through my entire body.

"Oh no!" Mara gasped, suddenly pulling away. "You're already leaking, master James. Someone better clean you up."

She was obviously mocking Lexi just to get my attention, but holy fuck was it working, and I didn't bother pretending it wasn't.

She finally pulled my underwear down and released my throbbing cock. "Oh my God, it's so big!" she said, as if she hadn't seen it a million times. I didn't care. I was enjoying this, and I wanted to see how far she was willing to take her little subservient act.

Why shouldn't I play along, after all?

I cupped her cheek and looked at her with a straight face, eyes dark with mischief. I summoned as much confidence as possible in this moment, then pressed her face against my hardened length.

"Go on, then," I ordered.

Her eyes widened in surprise. She'd probably never seen me do something like this before.

I wrapped my fingers in her hair and held her tight. She whimpered, her body clearly responding to my authority.

Good.

"Show me how much of a good girl you really are," I said.

She hesitated, but I saw the way she licked her lips. The way she pressed her thighs against one another.

Her eyes flicked down to my cock, then back up at me.

"Anything for you, master."

I swallowed. I hadn't expected it to be so easy, and it did something to me. It awoke something buried deep inside. Something primal. Something I had tucked away until now.

Mara wrapped her paws around my shaft and began stroking me slowly from base to tip, my foreskin riding up and down my sensitive head.

"Take me," I grunted through gritted teeth, tugging at her hair.

And she immediately complied.

She spat on my swollen cock like the good little kitty on heat she was and licked me until my cock was fully coated and glistened with her saliva.

Then, she opened wide, and took me into her mouth.

"Good girl," I breathed, and she hummed around me.

I slowly rocked my hips to fuck her mouth, inching deeper and deeper with every thrust, which caused her tits to swing like two tetherballs. It was warm and wet, almost like I was fucking her pussy. I pushed further, but met resistance at the back of her throat.

I stopped moving.  

"You can't even take half of me properly," I chided in mock disappointment.

She mewled weakly, tears welling at the corner of her eyes, her mouth still stuffed with my length. I slowly pulled out of her, and she gasped for breath.

I pretended to get dressed again.  

"Wait!" she begged, sounding desperate. She pressed her arms on each side of her chest and squeezed, somehow creating an even more obscene valley of flesh between her immense tits. "I bet Lexi can't do this, can she?"

I choked on my own spit, nearly losing my composure. It was hard not to compare the two when Mara had the proportions of an anime character.

I didn't answer. Instead, I let her guide me through the wide expanse of her bosom, plunging deep within her massive cleavage.

It swallowed me whole, my cock disappearing entirely between her breasts.

"Fu--" I groaned, nearly losing myself in her warm embrace.

Mara was well aware of the effect her tits had on me. She bit back a smile--a quiet celebration of the one thing she knew Lexi could never compete with.

I buried myself to the hilt, pistoning in and out of her cleavage uncontrollably. My hands reached for her tits and squeezed them even tighter around me, using them like bike handles. The feeling was intoxicating, better even than fucking her mouth. I simply couldn't stop myself. I felt my balls tighten as my orgasm crept up on me. I wanted nothing more than to unload everything I had on her chest and ruin her slutty little bra.

"Give it to me, James," Mara panted, her tongue rolling out of her mouth like a dog.

I stopped suddenly.

"What is it?" she asked, looking at me confused.

"What did you call me?"

Her expression changed, immediately regretting the words she'd chosen.

I slowly pulled out of her and gave her a hand necklace, gently but firmly tilting her face up toward me. "Ass up," I ordered.

"I'm sorry, master," she sobbed.

My grip tightened on her throat--not hard enough to hurt her, but just enough to let her know I wasn't playing around.

"I won't repeat myself," I growled.

Mara blinked incredulously and nodded. I released her, surprised at my own boldness. She immediately obeyed, turning around and getting on all fours. She lifted her fat ass toward me and swished her tail, her eager pussy already soaked beneath the tiny thong. Her hips flared wide and invitingly. The sight alone was enough to kill a man. I ran a hand on her buttcheek and dug my fingers into her yielding flesh, before spanking her lightly. Her body responded to my touch with a tremor that made her ass ripple.

I pulled the panties aside to reveal her puffy lower lips, and I spat on them. She flinched, but immediately thrust her ass back toward me.

"Not so fast," I said, voice rough. I grabbed onto the base of her tail, and guided my cock toward her entrance. But instead of pushing it in, I let it slide against her pussy.

"Oh, fuck. Master. Please, fuck me," she pleaded. "Please, please, give it to me. I'll be good. I swear."

Fuck. She made it hard to resist. But I was in charge now. She needed to know her place.

I spanked her.

"Please, please, please..." she repeated, barely a whisper.

I spanked her again, harder this time.

"Gah!" she whimpered. That one made a crisp clap, her ass cheek turning pink with my hand imprinted on it.

I could feel her pussy twitching against my cock. It was getting harder and harder not to put it in, so I angled my swollen head at her entrance.

"Yes, master. Please!"

My cockhead was swallowed the moment I pressed forward, as if she had sucked me in.

She shuddered. Her head sunk to the floor, her tits pooling on each side of her torso like fleshy pillows.

It felt as though I might cum the moment I'd try to move. We usually wore condoms whenever we'd fuck, but I was too enthralled in the moment to even think about protection.  

I just needed to fill her up, and remind her who's boss.

When I could finally move again, I sank deeper, slowly, one inch at a time, stretching her properly until my pelvis hit her backside. Her walls clamped around my girth, holding me in place. As much as I tried pulling out, she wouldn't let me.

"This is not going to end well for you," I threatened.

"What are you gonna do about it, daddy?"

Fuck me. That worked too.

I leaned against her until my chest was on her back, and I whispered "Watch me."

I grabbed her by the wrists, pinning her down.

And I rammed into her. Hard.

She made a sound between a grunt and a singing exercise, her voice cracking every time I pounded into her. I fucked her senseless, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body, which caused her curves to ripple wildly on impact.

"Who's my good little slut, huh?" I asked though clenched teeth.

She didn't answer, too focused on not losing her mind.

So I pulled her up until she sat on her knees, her back arched onto me. I drilled her faster, causing her huge tits to bounce uncontrollably. I released her arms and grabbed onto them instead, the soft flesh yielding to my touch like memory foam.

"Tell me," I breathed, my jaw tense.

"Me," she whimpered desperately. "I'm your good little slut!"

Fucking music to my ears.

I pumped her frantically, chasing my climax with little regard for her own pleasure. Though judging by the sounds that were coming out of her throat, I had a feeling it wouldn't be an issue. I squeezed her harder, fucked her deeper. My mind was going blank, drowning in the torrent of lust and pleasure.  

And I couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Give it to me, master!" Mara meowed. She backed up into me, preventing me from pulling out.  

I was trapped. My mind screamed at me to get out, but she wouldn't let me, and frankly, my body did little effort to get out of there.

"Fuuuuu--" I grunted. I unloaded relentlessly into her greedy cunt, filling her to the brim, as my cock twitched inside her.

"Yes!" Mara shrieked. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She'd tried so many times to get me to cum inside her, and now that I'd finally given her what she wanted, it drove her over the edge. She came hard, her entire body convulsing on top of me.  

We rode this shared wave of pleasure together, until we were both left sweaty and breathless, sprawled on the cold wooden floor of my apartment.

"Holy shit," I exhaled, breaking the silence first.

Her expression was that of pure bliss, still recovering from her orgasm. Slowly, she released me, and my cock plopped out of her. Her pussy was dripping with a mix of cum and her own juices that trailed down her thighs.

She turned around and sat on the floor, spreading her legs open for me to see. She ran a finger along her glistening cunt, scooping up the excess cum, before bringing it to her mouth. She locked eyes with me and licked her finger tantalizingly.

"Mmm... Delicious," she moaned.

I gulped.

She crawled toward me, her hips swaying exaggeratedly, and gave me a deep, sloppy kiss on the mouth. My lips melted against hers, as her tongue invaded my mouth.

And then she broke away, ending it as quickly as it had started.

"Remember that feeling next time you think about fucking the dog," she purred. "And I might keep calling you 'master' if you keep cumming inside me like that."

My cock responded accordingly, swelling back to life once again.

She noticed, and she looked way too smug about it.

"I'm gonna go clean myself now," she said, standing up. Her drenched pussy was right in my face, and I almost subconsciously reached for it with my mouth, but she turned around before I could. "If you want to go again, you know where to find me."

She winked, and sashayed toward the bedroom, leaving the door open in an obvious invitation

Fuck me.

I didn't even have the bandwidth to process the fact that I may have just gotten my cat pregnant. All I could think about was how fucking hot that was and how I wanted more.

I may have convinced her to be a bit more helpful, but she still clearly had her claws in deep, and that was dangerous.

When my legs didn't feel like Jell-O anymore, I crawled back up and went to take a shower.  

Mara had made it sound like she went through her old things and cleaned up the room a little bit, so I was curious to see what that would look like--and how long that would last.

I decided to remain hopeful. I couldn't expect her to change her behaviour from one day to the next. It would take time. But I sure hoped Lexi would keep being a good influence, or rather, a good motivator if she did not want to get outdone by her.

I washed off the sweat and cum from my body, but my stupid boner simply wouldn't go away.

Fucking hell. Maybe I was just as bad as her.

I got out of the shower, picked up a towel, quickly dried myself, and reached for the door.

When I opened it, Lexi was standing on the other side. My jaw dropped.

And so did my towel.