“That was somethin’ else,” Savannah mumbles as she collapses onto the bed.

“I wasn’t even aware a human could do that,” Clare says as she plops down alongside the manticore.

Staggering forward, you still can’t quite wrap your head around everything that happened. The dynamic duo managed to prod you into a meeting with your parents, and of course everything went just as you thought it would. At first.

Savannah’s tail points up and at you as you take a seat on the other bed. “I’m amazed ya don’t hate gals like us bein’ raised in a home like that one.”

“No shit,” Clare says with a sigh.

You mutter something incoherent and flop over sideways. The memories of the night still burn painfully in your mind, the images etched onto your eyes until the end of time. What has been seen can never be unseen.

“But I didn’t expect Kashi would possess your mom quite like that,” Clare says, switching beds to sit near you.

At the mention of your mother you twitch.

The Cheshire gives an affectionate pat on your leg. “There there, watching your parents have sex isn’t thaaat scary. Why, my mom and dad would fuck all over the house!”

“Yer parents weren’t the most prudish folks in the whole damn country. Give ‘im break. Probably didn’t even know they had sex,” Savannah says with a snort.

Those two aren’t helping. Sex and parents. No matter how much you try, the images play through your mind like a movie, complete with audio. You almost forget their wonderfully racist welcome when they opened the door and discovered you were flanked by a Manticore and Cheshire. Dinner wasn’t much better, especially when Savannah got the bright idea to drop the bomb that you were considering having children with them.

“We’ll just have to help him forget, won’t we?”

Clare pats at your shoulder, and when you look up at her she’s sporting a massive grin.

There was no way any man could forget the horrors of his kitsune-bi possessed mother throwing his father onto the dinner table and riding him wild.

“Hmm, occupy his mind, ya mean?”

Shifting herself, Savannah’s lying on her side and gazing at you. Her tail rises above you and slithers near you, letting itself bloom close to your face.

“I was thinkin’ of waitin,’ but why the hell not?”

“I am so not in the mood,” you say, clutching to a pillow to your chest.

“Aw, don’t be like that,” Clare says as she pads behind you and snuggles up against you, half hanging over your shoulder. “Being all broody and thinking about it isn’t going to help you any.”

“Ya, ‘sides,” Savannah says, inching towards the edge of her bed and letting her tail grow closer to your face. “Gotta ‘take responsibility’ for talkin’ about knockin’ us up at dinner,” she says with a lecherous smile.

“Take responsibility?” You repeat, only with a much, much greater deal of sarcasm. “Are you serious?”

Clare runs a furry digit up and down your cheek. “Sure! What girl wouldn’t swoon when her lover tells his parents he’s going to, and I quote ‘fuck them pregnant whether you like it or not!’”

You can’t tell if they’re just teasing you or actually got turned on. Either way those particular memories cause your cheeks to burn red. You swore to yourself you wouldn’t let your parents get the better of you, but hot damn did you lose your temper when they started shit-talking Savannah and Clare.

Savannah’s tail bulb twitches, letting a large amount of its lubricant spill out and drool down the leathery surface before dripping to the floor in stringy strands. Okay, so she’s serious.

“Down here, too,” The manticore says luridly, carefully stripping her jeans off to reveal utterly drenched panties.

Leaning close to your ear, Clare drops her voice to a whisper while casting furtive glances at the manticore. “You wouldn’t know, but she’s got an impregnation fetish - It’s why she had a kid so young.”

“What? Why didn’t anyone say anything?”

“In case you accidentally said something. Watch~”

Clare clears her throat, and begins talking in as sultry of a tone as she can manage. Which, compared to Savannah, isn’t all that provocative considering her light, easy voice. “Are you ready, Savannah dear? Tonight’s the night! We’re both going to have our way with you, fill you up with our thick seed, and make ab-so-lutely sure to give you a litter~”

Your mouth is hanging slightly open, mostly in awe of how ridiculous Clare sounds. You expect Savannah to be in stitches, but no. Her face is bright red and so soaked are her panties and crotch that you can make out glistening streams spilling out across her bottom thigh.

“How come she’s never got pregnant before?” You whisper

Clare does nothing to drop the volume or tone of her voice, keeping her eyes locked on Savannah as she speaks. “That’s because Savannah learned her lesson the first time. But if you start talking about knocking her up, putting some cubs in her womb…”

Savannah bites her lip and gives you a look of pure, desperate longing after she simply tears her shirt off.

“If you start talking about how these,” Clare continues, shifting her paw down to your crotch and grabbing your balls through your pants, “will release their virile cargo riiight into her fertile fields…”

Well, she was right regarding how they’d get your mind off the past events of tonight. You’ve never seen Savannah like this – without a word she shreds off her panties and presents herself to you, spread eagle. Her shaved vulva is swollen and red, completely drenched in her honey. That’s the fastest you’ve ever seen her get horny, and the most submissive she’s ever been.

The other thing you notice is a certain scent in the air that wafts into your nose. With every breath you get a little tinglier, a little warmer. You’re not the only one – from behind you, you can feel something hard poking into your back.

“She’s put herself in estrus,” Clare says, her breathing noticeably quicker. “Savannah’s completely… unsafe now.”

Staring at the manticore’s sopping cunt, you take a moment to process Clare’s words as more of Savannah’s scent fills you. If you stuck it in her now and came, you’d be a father. You’d sow life in her, for once allowing your load to do as nature intended. An almost painful pressure arises in your pants, one Clare is quick to acknowledge.

Grasping your erection through your pants, the Cheshire whispers in your ear. “I want your kittens, too~”

Savannah raises her head and looks at you through the cleft of her breasts, her brows knit together in equal parts desire and confusion. Her paws slip under her raised knees, a digit from each pressing against each lip of her labia to pull them apart.  

“What’re, what’re ya waitin’ fer…?” Savannah says meekly, holding herself open.

Her rosy pink flesh is completely exposed, including the tiny, tight hole that’ll milk your cock and greedily drink all your seed.

That’s it. She wins. In a blur you bolt upright and send your shirt sailing to some corner of the room, your pants and underwear following close behind. Clare’s no slouch either, undressing just as quickly and adding her garments to the growing pile on the floor.

From behind you comes another powerful, feral musk – slightly different than Savannah’s, but the message in the pheromones is the same: Clare is ready to receive your kittens.

She’s also the first to act as she teleports onto the other bed, kneeling over Savannah. Her throbbing cock hovers inches away from the manticore’s entrance and her snatch is releasing enough lubricant to leave a sheen on her weighty sack.

Two holes, one pole. Both of them are so hot and inviting, panting and yearning for your cock to stuff them full. Not wanting anyone to be ‘second,’ you come up with an idea.

Walking up behind Clare, she has a bright look of joy that you’ve picked her first – but suddenly seems confused when you instead pull her upright by a shoulder. You whisper your plan into her ear, and while dejected at first it doesn’t take long until a lewd smile crosses her lips.

“What are ya two plannin’?” Savannah asks as forcefully as she can manage between her heavy pants and with a voice tinged by need.

“Stand up,” you command, shooting a look towards Clare as the two of you back off the bed.

Under most circumstances Savannah would simply laugh and force you down on her, grabbing you with her tail or some such. But, in a unique demonstration Savannah simply complies – shifting off the bed to stand between the two of you.

Her tail and pussy both drool nearly endlessly onto the floor, filling the room with her musk. The curvy manticore stands slightly taller than you, casting some doubts on the success of this plan. You hope Clare is stronger than she looks.

“What’s goin’ on?”

“Stick up your leg,” you say, earning a confused stare from Savannah.

Before she can ask why, you then add: “So we can both pump you full.”

Saying that made you wince, but it seemed to work when Clare said it. And despite your inner voice saying otherwise, it’s worked now. Dawning realization crosses the manticore’s face and she quickly lifts a leg, letting you hook a hand underneath one of her soft, full thighs.

Her skin is warm and flushed; making you wonder how hot she is inside if she’s this warm on the outside.

Savannah makes an odd hop forward, bringing herself close enough to rest the inside of her furry calf against your backside.

“Now you,” you say to Clare, peeking over the manticore’s shoulder.

Clare reaches down and takes two big pawfull’s of Savannah’s plump ass, and with a grunt she lifts. In the same motion the manticore swings her other leg up and locks both of them behind you, freeing your hand. The sudden, heavy weight clinging to your chest yanks you forward, but you manage to steady yourself by placing your hands on Clare’s shoulders.

Her paws are still supporting the manticore’s supple ass, and inch by inch she creeps closer to position herself.

Savannah is biting her lip with a huge, wild smile. “This is gonna be tight…”

Then she relaxes her legs and shifts her grip on your neck, letting herself drop down ever so slightly. You can feel her hot, sticky fluids drip across your pulsing shaft, and a moment later something very soft and hot greets your tip. Her swollen lips guide you in with ease as she lowers, forcing a moan from her lips and yours as you gradually insert into her steaming, wet hole.

She’s as tight as ever, her flesh squirming and quivering as you forcibly expand her. Savannah’s fat tits are smooshed against your chest as she clings near and dear, and while you wish to palm and suck on her nipples you unfortunately have to support yourself by leaning on Clare.

Even before you’re fully inserted into Savannah, you feel something hot and hard glide along the bottom of your shaft. Clare’s shaft is soaked in the manticore’s fluids as well, and she’s blindly trying to find her way. Coming from behind is proving a slight challenge, but the Cheshire is quick to position Savannah’s ample hips and ass and herself.

Clare’s hips are rocking in a lazy circle as she searches, and her cock occasionally bumps yours. She’s entirely focused on her task, trying to stare through Savannah’s wings and back to help guide her home. Finally you feel the cat’s urethra bulge slip across yours as you near bottoming out in the manticore.

With an open-mouthed grin, Clare lurches her hips upward. Savannah’s eyes go wide and her mouth opens in a silent scream that gives way to a long, low moan as her lids close and she goes limp. Unlike your careful, slow insertion, Clare spears herself totally in with one thrust.

The tightness all around you intensifies several fold as Clare’s cock slips easily against yours, both of you greased by the manticore’s plentiful nectar. All of Savannah’s folds stretch out from your and Clare’s rigid cocks, inserted at different angles and forcing the manticore’s cunt wide.

Just like when Savannah sucked you both off with her tail, Clare’s cock is pressed against yours so tightly you can feel her heartbeat with every happy throb. She lets out a happy, gurgling moan as she adjusts herself in her friend’s snatch, making her cock jump up and down with kegal flexes.

You feel as if you could lose yourself in bliss just standing here, letting Clare stroke your cock with hers while embedded in Savannah’s pussy. It’s hotter than ever, and Savannah is beginning to clamp down, moaning with every clench.

But, the combined musk of their estrus spurs you forward, igniting a raging fire within. Entirely with your hips you begin to thrust in and out of the manticore, groaning in pleasure from the combination of the soft, pliable tightness of Savannah and the hard throbbing of Clare.

“Soooo gooood,” Savannah moans, letting her head hang back.

Working in time with you, Clare withdraws herself as you slip in, then spears Savannah’s cunt as you back out. The cat is lurching her hips up with such force that you can make out a tiny distention just above Savannah’s pubic mound.

Every time she thrusts balls deep, her sack slaps yours with a wet pap and Savannah lets out a stuttering moan that never seems to end. Not to be outdone, you grunt and roll your hips to their limits, pushing yourself as deep as possible. The two of you batter Savannah’s womb mercilessly, and in just two minutes of thrusting and pumping she reaches her first screaming orgasm. A powerful fountain of delight gushes from her snatch, splashing your crotch and the floor like an upended bucket.

“Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme!”

Savannah’s eyes are clamped hard, and not but seconds after her first orgasm her cunt clamps down around the two you with a force you wouldn’t have ever thought possible. The sensation takes your breath away and makes Clare stumble as the manticore’s body convulses and she lets loose another torrent.

By now, instead of an opposing rhythm, you and Clare are pumping into Savannah in time, spreading her as wide as possible as you both force yourselves deep into her womb. Her eyes cross and she howls with every deep impact, and you can swear she’s growing hotter and hotter.

Suddenly, Savannah’s tail finds your leg and the opening presses to your skin and begins to suck. With another spasm from its master the tail pulls off with a wet ‘pop’ and thrashes wildly until it finds something else – Clare’s cheek in this case.

Clare yells something, but you can’t make it out due her face full of tailpussy. You try to swat it off, but after a few seconds it pops off on its own. Only now Clare has a giant red circle where the end of the tail was attached to her cheek.

‘Savannah! T-try to c-control that t-thing!” Clare shouts, her words broken up by bliss as she continues to thrust without missing a beat.

“Sorryjustfuckmeeee…!”

She’s lost it, babbling in incoherent moans.

Watching for her swinging tail, you focus hard on finishing in her. You can feel the tingling that heralds your impending release. Her wet, hot folds and wall around you. Clare’s cock rubbing against yours, her glans catching yours. Savannah’s moans and her paws leaving a roadmap of scratches on your back.

With a gasp your breath catches in your throat and your eyes roll up. White, hot, bubbling release boils up from within you and your balls begin to contract in pulses as their seedy load pours out. In one last mighty thrust you force yourself through the manticore’s cervix and your tip kisses her womb just as the first spurt erupts out.

Clare is right behind you and likewise forces herself through like a battering ram, pushing aside Savannah’s strained gates. The manticore lets out a cry of mixed pain and pleasure as her womb’s entrance is stretched wider than ever before.

In concert you and Clare erupt into Savannah, both of you groaning and shivering with every thick jet.

“Sooo full…” Savannah moans, regaining some semblance of coherency.

And then you feel the barbs. A sharp yelp, followed by one from Clare a moment later. You don’t care. The only purpose you have is fill the womb wrapped around your cock. But the burning in your blood reaches your balls and groin in a flash, even before you finish cumming. The wash of heat and feeling of gathering weight signals that you will not finish soon.

Shot after shot fires off into Savannah, you couldn’t stop even if you wanted to. It’s bordering on painful, but it doesn’t matter. The venom, the pheromones, just her hot flesh wrapped all around you. Every load you blast into her makes it feel like she’s a little more yours, but you’re not the only one. Clare is gasping through clenched with every pulse, her eyes screwed shut.

Long overfilled, Savannah’s stomach bloats ever so slightly, seeming to rise with every jet you and Clare deposit in her. The overwhelming pressure finally proves to be too much for your combined cork and thick quantities of seed pour out of her stretched cunt.

20, 30 loads later you feel your strength rapidly draining and it’s all you can do to lean to one side and drop Savannah onto the bed.

Free from the burden of the weight, Clare sags to her knees, half on the floor and half on the bed. Her cock is still firing in spurts and starts, covering the side of the mattress in pearly ropes. You’re long spent, and fall in a heap onto the bed, gasping for air as you stare up at the ceiling.

Semen continues to ooze from Savannah’s snatch, the flow staunched as it rapidly tightens back up from the intense pounding you and Clare delivered.

There can be little doubt she’s good and knocked up. You smile, knowing that she’ll have another cub to love – though the father will remain a mystery until it’s born. Not that it matters.

You don’t remember being so tired after a single session, but then again you’ve never unloaded that much before.

“That was great, darlins,’” Savannah says, sitting upright.

At least she’s still got energy. For someone who was babbling and lost in the throes of orgasms and being packed full of cum, she’s recovered remarkably fast.

Standing – and squeezing her legs in an attempt to keep as much cum in her as possible – she hefts Clare onto the bed. Apparently the Cheshire passed completely out. And she’s still cumming, though now it’s bubbling out in a sort of weak stream.

“Really? She passed out?” You say, doing your best to sound as surprised as possible, rather than tired and feeble.

“Er, I pricked her twice by mistake,” Savannah says, wincing and scratching at her chin.

“At the same time?”

“Yea.”

Well, that would explain it. Along with why she’s still oozing semen. Been on the bed for seconds and already a small puddle has formed beneath her. You feel some small pity for the cleaning staff, and you haven’t even seen the floor where Savannah released twice and then your combined loads spilled out. Though your feet are still on the floor, and things are quite wet and sticky wherever you can probe with your toes.

Still, despite your fatigue you can see a noticeable glow on Savannah, a certain way she smiles fondly at you and Clare. She then sits down next to you, looking peevish for a moment when another pool spills out from her snatch.

“Soon as she wakes up she’ll wanna ride ya too. Hope yer ready for round two.”

“Ready as I can ever be…”

However, you’re unable to fight off the growing heaviness of your eyes. Closing your eyes for a blink, you instead find yourself waking up two hours later. To the sensations of something rough and wet on your cock.

There’s Clare, bobbing her head up down on your cock, taking you down into her throat. Her eyes flick up when you shiver and then she slides off, letting her lips catch on your ridge for a blissfully long second. “Look who’s up,” she says, grinning.

Knowing her, she means your dick.

“Aw, come on, I was asleep…” you say with a small yawn, blinking your eyes.

“Too bad,” Clare says, padding across the bed on all fours. “You can go back to sleep after you fuck me raw and pump me full…”

Her tail is flicking about rapidly and she brushes against you a little too close, tickling your skin with the fur on her forearms and legs. Without further ado she places her paws against the wall and looks over her shoulder at you.

Just a short distance away she wiggles her ass enticingly side to side, lowering her hips and spreading her legs to force apart her tender labia until her crotch is resting on the bed, her cock pointing backwards. A little dribble of pre seeps out, though it’s nothing compared to the rivulets of honey leaking from her cunt.

“Come on,” she says, winking at you. “I’m waiting~”

You gulp. Looking around, you realize Savannah is missing. But that train of thought is derailed as Clare’s tail brushes against your neck. As if by magic it coaxes you from your laid back position onto your knees.

“Atta boy~”

So prevalent was the scent of her fertility that it’d almost become a background smell. The musky aroma wafts from her cunt so thick it feels like you could drink it. It’s damn near as intoxicating as manticore venom. And the way she’s laid herself, so prone and vulnerable. Her legs splayed out to the sides, her paws still on the wall and her head resting against the bed. She’s powerless before you.

You may have just blown your biggest load yet in Savannah, but you’re once again ready for action.

Shifting closer on your knees, you grab big handfuls of Clare’s ass, squeezing and groping her shapely posterior. Clare purrs happily, flashing you a smile before she lets her face rest against the bed.

“I want you inside me,” she says, or rather commands.

Like you need to be told.

Sliding near, you position your head at her steaming entrance and press in. Clare moans out as you slide inch by inch inside her tight box, your glans catching on all her wonderful ridges that encircle her entrance.

With a content sigh you bottom out in her cunt, feeling your glans pressing against a strong bud of muscle at the end. Clare’s pussy contracts and spasms around you, her firm ridges caressing you – especially right under your ridge.

Freeing your hands from her glorious ass you lean forward, letting yourself rest against her back. Clare’s eyes gather to one side and she tilts her head slightly, meeting your gaze. You give her a kiss on the cheek and search out the backs of her paws with your hands, curling your fingers around them. You’re entirely atop her, an aspect not lost on you. Being in estrus must make them especially submissive, a fact you’re not terribly keen on, but it’s nice in its own way.

Beneath you Clare is purring happily, the vibrations acting as a mini-massage. “How romantic~” She says wistfully. “Holding hands while making love~”

Compared to the wild Savannah that begged to be knocked up, Clare seems much more amorous. You wonder why she’s laid on her stomach rather than back if that’s what she wants, but you’ve never dealt with a MG while she’s in estrus.

Resting against her, you begin to thrust in and out of her slowly. It’s a welcome change from the crazy ride with Savannah, and certainly enjoyable. Clare is taking deep, soft breaths and her purring steadily increases in intensity and volume with every pump.

Each one of her hot, wet ridges grips you tightly, seemingly refusing to let you go as you pull out, but then her folds readily expand and suck to welcome you back in. The languid pace lets you focus on all of her sensations around your cock, the warmth of her body against your chest, the fluffiness of her paws in your hands, the happy vibrations of her purring that caused even her snatch to hum around your inches.

Her tail lashes around, curling around one of your legs and then the other, and even swishes against your sack. For a brief moment you forget about her extra bits, but as your crotch slaps quietly against her ass your balls rest against hers, forced up and back by her position on the bed.

“Nyaaa… Nyaaa…” she begins to moan softly.

The sounds of her pleasure only serve to quicken your pace, and though difficult with your position you manage to get your hips into a good, fast ,rolling motion. You slap noisly against her ass, rocking Clare and the bed back and forth.

“Nyaa! Nynn..Nya!”

Her pussy sliches and slurps down on your cock, as if thirsty for your seed. Every time you batter against the entrance to her womb you feel it expand a little more, feel her contract around you a little harder. Grinding deeper, deep as possible, you finally spear her through and begin thrusting into her womb on every stroke.

“NyaNyaNya!”

Her cat-moans are lewd and cute, and rather new, and for some reason you find yourself wanting to slam her harder and harder. Taking long strides that nearly pull you completely out of her wonderfully hot snatch, you hammer back in and run all your inches through her until your cock head pushes out her womb.

Clare lets out a long moan and begins to tremble as you repeat the same motion over and over. Yet one thing stands out in your mind – for all the moaning and everything else, she seems frustrated and tense. You can feel your impending orgasm, but Clare hasn’t had hers yet.

Then it dawns on you why she’s on her stomach. Timing it to a thunderous thrust, you push in hard at the same time you bite down on the nape of her neck. Like a switch all the tension vanishes and Clare lets out a yowl that you worry everyone in the hotel will hear.

She thrashes about underneath you and her cunt clamps down so fiercely you pull her partially inside-out when you try to withdraw. Her kegal muscles start to clench in rapid intervals, milking your entire length.

In one last, glorious thrust you strike home and let yourself erupt in her most tender area – all while biting down on her neck. Her wild orgasm over, Clare remains perfectly still, save for her loud, steady purring as you twitch and buck against her as you spurt hot pearly jets into her.

Utterly spent for the second time, you collapse down onto her back, breathing in her scent while still clasping her paws and letting yourself remain in her. Clare turns slightly, looking at you out of the corner of her eye and smiles sweetly. “You know just what a girl likes,” she says softly – no doubt referring to your nibbling of her neck.

Laid out on the purring cat, you simply smile weakly in return.

Just as you and Clare begin to drift off to sleep, you hear the door to the room open and close. Savannah appears in your peripheral. And she promptly drops a bag of something or other.

“What the hell! I go ta get us somethin’ to eat, and ya two fuck without me! And look at that! Clare fuckin’ came everywhere again!”

Confused, you follow her line of sight to just below your crotch. Right where Clare’s dick is pinned, and apparently pointing slightly up. You can make our glistening beads of cat jizz in a line across the bed and even on the floor. She must’ve shot a good ten feet.

Impressive.

You try to wake Clare up, but all you get in response are little purring snores. Savannah’s glare mostly vanishes as she realizes the Cheshire is fast asleep. Rolling off the cat, your cock pulls from her snatch with a ‘pop,’ followed by a bubbling stream of pent-up semen.

“Er, sorry,” you say. “She was eager to get started…”

“Whatever,” Savannah says with a sigh, picking the bag back up. “Want somethin’ ta eat?”

“Sure.”

“Good. Ya’ll need yer strength ta keep goin’ tonight,” she says with a predatory smirk.

Suddenly you’re not so hungry, and in fact quite sleepy. However, given that you fucked Clare without her around, you don’t think the manticore is going to let you go that easily.

--

You can’t get over the rounded bellies of Savannah and Clare. It’s difficult to say when exactly the conception was since they made you fuck them almost without rest for that vacation stay, but it was effective.

The three of you are painting the new kitten/cub room, getting ready for the little bundles of joy. Clare smirks at you, more paint on her face and in her fur than on the smock that’s supposed to keep her clean. Despite conceiving at the same time, Clare is more gravid than Savannah due to twins.

Meanwhile Savannah is using her tail to hold the roller to get at the ceiling and corners, managing to keep herself remarkably paint-free. Her pregnancy is a curious one; you’re still not sure if you or Clare is the father, as it’s too early to tell anything other than the fact that she’s having another Manticore.

The doctors aren’t quite sure what’d happen if Clare was the father as no precedence exists. While Manticore in shape so far, it’s impossible to tell if she has any Cheshire traits. Time will tell, you suppose. And it makes you wonder.

Is MGC ready for a possible Cheticore?