The still air hung around them like a wet blanket, swaddling the pair in the fragrant damp of sweat and the raw, pungent aroma of their own lovemaking. The dull glow of the lamp spilled its ruddy light across the rumpled covers, making the ebon flesh of the cat gleam as he laid back upon the bed. His throbbing rod now hung limp, slumped over one slim thigh. Like that of a pearl, the last bead of his glistening semen still shimmered upon his softening tip. His fur clung to his hot flesh with the sweat which rolled from his brow, his chest rising and falling in a contented, dreamy state. Beside Ben, Sam had rolled onto his side, his ass still leaking the virile essence of his love, his belly swollen by the sheer volume of Ben’s manly seed. His brown and white fingers grazed his bloated middle, delighting in the swell of his belly, made rounder, heavier by the cat’s love. His wide hips creaked with the ache of Ben’s furious pounding, a dull throb which brought the rabbit’s pink tongue to his blue lips. Sam uttered a sigh, letting his fingers slide down his lower belly, stirring the scruff of his pubic fur to trace the rising of his pink member. 

“That was glorious,” the rabbit said. “Oh, Ben, had I only known.”

He turned those soulful brown eyes to meet the yellow gaze of the cat, a smile playing on his lips. His belly trembled, the life within him fluttering against the pressure which had expanded the rabbit’s womb. Sam’s tongue slithered across his lips, tasting the salt of his sweat as he reached for his inner thigh. Those nimble fingers played in the warmth of Ben’s seed, made sticky as the rabbit then brought one slender digit to his mouth. Not daring to break his gaze, he thrust his finger into his mouth, tasting the bitter tang of his lover’s seed. 

“Exquisite,” he whispered. 

Plucking his finger from his mouth, Sam fell to Ben’s chest, his slender nails raking the grey fur, following the jagged lines of the white star which blazed upon the cat’s breast. Ben would only offer a moan in reply, finding delight in the tender movements of the rabbit’s fingers. Sam found a black nipple, the flesh glistening wetly, seductively thrusting itself up like an obelisk of pure obsidian. His sharp nail circled that offered bud, caressing the bumpy areola to make Ben shudder in glee. The cat’s flower was blooming between his cheeks, the heaviness of Sam’s pregnant belly stirring the empty womb within him to shiver in desire. Sam’s lips circled that ripe bud, his tongue sliding around the rigid nub of black flesh. He flicked and licked, suckling at the black flesh that would not yet yield the richness of warm milk. Ben groaned, grasping the rabbit in his arms, his cock beginning to stir with a renewed life as his heart hammered his chest. 

“Sam,” he muttered. “Oh, Sam.”

“Mmm, don’t say anything yet, love,” the rabbit replied. He tore his swollen lips from the glistening teet, his eyes half closing as a broad smile spread across his face. “It’s your turn, now.” 

Sam’s hand fell to Ben’s lower belly, fingers spreading just below his navel. Sam began to run his hand through the grey fur, circling the quivering flesh as he continued to look into the eyes of the cat. Ben’s heart turned to water, his guts suddenly churning. A cold stab of icy fear gripped his pounding heart, dashing away the languid warmth of their lovemaking. The swaddling of spicy air became at once a fetid, stifling miasma, choking him where he lay. The covers beneath him were now scratching at his flesh, making his skin itch. 

“What do you mean?” Ben gulped, his gaze locked on the impassive stare of his love. 

The rabbit only smiled, his teeth glinting orange in the lamplight. His fingers crept down Ben’s belly to slide along his thigh. The cat’s flesh crawled and and suddenly yearned to flee, but for the oppressive weight of the gravid rabbit who sprawled on top of him. He was trapped, caught by the cunning snare of love, now helpless before his grinning interlocutor. 

“Ben,” began Sam, “how long have we known each other?”

The question was like a cold bucket of water, dashing over him. Ben bit his lower lip, still tasting the faint remnant of Sam’s nectar. “Um, a long time.”

“A long time.” The rabbit placed his lips to Ben’s lower belly, kissing the trembling flesh, feeling the muscles bunching below his mouth. “And did you think, in all that time, that I would never find out?”

Ben’s claws dug into the covers, his knuckles becoming white beneath his fur. The rabbit knew? How, he wondered? He was so careful. He never told anyone. His gaping ring betrayed him, letting pour forth the pungent aroma of his awakening womb. 

“Y-You knew?” he managed to stammer. “Knew what?”

Sam raised a bushy brow. “Really, Ben? You still want to play this game. I know, love, that you have been hiding a womb.” His fingers crept up the cat’s thigh, coming to once more spread across his lower belly. “It’s right here, so empty. So forlorn. How about we fill it?”

Ben was frozen, unable to respond as the rabbit straddled him. The swollen belly of Sam laid fully upon his stomach. The pleasing roundess, the warmth of the rabbit’s gravid flesh would bring his manhood to stir, his blossom to weep between his cheeks. Slowly, his claws began to move, to rise up and take hold of Sam’s belly. The white orb in his hands trembled at his touch, shifting with the churning of the life which grew within Sam. 

“Do you like it?” the rabbit asked. “Feel it, Ben. Take in your hands. It’s nice, isn’t it? The heaviness. The round, fullness of it. Would you not wish to experience it for yourself?” 

The cat could not deny the desire which was welling up within him, for he did yearn to carry the seed of his love. Long into the silent evenings, alone in his room, he would imagine himself within the arms of Sam, his belly as swollen as the rabbit’s bloated abdomen. 

“Imagine it,” Sam said. The rabbit leaned forward, his belly pressing into Ben’s stomach. 

The life within him fluttered, kicking protest at having been so confined. The rabbit’s belly bubbled with the tiny bumps which pressed out from his flesh as those tiny feet would pummel at his womb. His breasts, so full with their sweet elixir, dribbled forth their rich milk to patter from pink, erect nipples. Those pearly drops rained upon Ben’s chest to soak into his fur. Sam’s slender hands slid over his chest, rubbing the sweet smell into his iron pelt, as the rabbit’s lips came to that white star, suckling his own milk from Ben’s fur. Ben found himself laying his head back, the strength all but fleeing as a new wave of blessed contentment began to flow over him. 

“Admit it,” whispered Sam. His lips traced the curve of Ben’s chest. “You know that you want it.”

Ben’s eyes would fall closed, shutting out the dull glimmer of the lamp. He craved it, maternity’s kiss, the blessings of life to shift within him. His lower belly was churning beneath the rabbit’s bloated stomach, swelling slightly, protruding just a little as his womb began to open. His flower bloomed, pouring the sweet tears of his lust upon the ruined covers. 

“Sam,” he said at last. “Sam, let’s do it. Why hesitate? I want,” he opened his eyes, seeing the rabbit’s face before him, “I want to have your baby.”

Sam’s eyes grew large, his brown irises wobbling like egg yolks as the tears streamed down his cheeks. “Oh, Ben. Yes, I want this too. I should have done this sooner.” His hand flew to his pregnant belly. “If only, we had. I would not have agreed to this surrogacy and then instead, this belly would be yours, my love.”

“It doesn’t matter,” replied the cat, taking Sam’s gravid hump in his claws. “We can always do this again.”

“We can,” purred Sam. “Mmm, many more times.”

Ben’s ears swiveled. “Well, not too many.”

The rabbit only giggled, lowering his lips to Ben’s throat. His wide, maternal hips rose behind him, his fat rump swaying as he suckled the slender neck. Cresting the delicate chin, he would meet the lips of his love, claiming the slick, shiny mouth which still tasted of his own essence. The scent of his own lust on the cat’s breath would make the rabbit’s tongue leap down Ben’s throat. The feline gave a start, the breath puffing through his flaring nostrils as Sam’s nimble tongue stroked his palate. The sweet caress of Sam’s tongue lulled the cat into a dreamy haze, his own tongue a languid serpent which draped itself across the rabbit’s eager member. There, Ben would content himself in circling the rough tongue of his love, feeling the rabbit shudder in his arms as he would wrap his hands around Sam’s shoulders. The rabbit fell, laying himself on the cat, his belly pressing Ben into the squeaking bed. The pink cock shivered between Sam’s legs, quivering against Ben’s lower belly as Sam bucked his hips. 

Hot lust flowed in the rabbit’s veins, his manhood eager to now claim the love it so desired, to let flow the virile seed which would take root within the virginal womb of Ben. Yes, thought Sam, his lips smashing wetly on Ben’s mouth, such unblemished soil and it was all for him. The rabbit plucked his lips from Ben’s mouth, his tongue slithering in the air to tangle with the cat’s tongue. 

His fingers came to the flat chest of Ben, circling the black nipple. “I can’t wait for these to be as soft and full as mine. Just imagine, Ben, we could get pregnant together. Grow ripe together. Would that not be pure heaven?”

“It would,” said Ben. “It would, Sam.”

From the rabbit’s dresser, there came a buzzing, rattling on the wooden surface. A rectangle of white illumination cast its cold glimmer as his phone continued to ring. Sam’s long ears shot up, bringing the rabbit to push his heaving frame from Ben. 

“What’s that?” he said. “My phone’s ringing.”

With a strained grunt, Sam managed to stagger from Ben, stumbling down from the bed to waddle across the room. His fat ass leaked the shimmering trail of Ben’s seed, flowing down his thigh to meet the elastic of his fishnets. Sam reached for the vibrating phone, examining the bright screen. His face twisted in disgust. 

“It’s him,” he grumbled. “My supposed date.” He thrust out his lower lip, then pressed the red icon on the screen. The phone went silent, the screen black as he placed it back on the dresser. “To hell with him,” the rabbit snapped. “I’ve got someone better.” He smiled again, turning back to the cat who lay in his bed. “So, since I’m up and the mood in here is spoiled, why not take this to your room?”

Ben was sitting up, his legs dangling over the edge of the mattress when he looked up to see Sam poised in the open doorway. The rabbit leaned against the jamb, his wide, fat rump so perfectly dimpled with its maternal padding seemed to fill the very portal. The gleaming trail of his own semen, spurting from that jiggling cleft would be all that Ben needed to find once more the strength to stand. He stumbled from the bed, coming to place his hands on Sam’s broad hips. The rabbit gave him a small laugh, taking Ben’s clawed fingers as the pair strode into the hall. Across from Sam’s room yawned the door which opened into the cat’s chambers. The deep shadow filled that rectangular opening, obscuring from sight what lay within. Leaving Sam, Ben slipped into the room and flicked the lightswitch. A harsh, white glare burst from the ceiling, revealing the double bed, clad in its simple cover of blue. The pillows were cased in cotton sleeves of navy, the sheets an unassuming grey. Beneath the bed was stretched a round, woven rug of blue and gold, flecked with strands of green and purple. A window claimed space on the far wall, the curtains grey. The black of night could be seen through the glass, the distant lights of the sleeping city like the stars in the sky. From time to time, the window pane would flicker with the headlights of a passing car, a white gleam rolling across the wall as the sounds of the engine died in the distance. A dresser stood across from the foot of the bed, stuffed with the clumsily folded clothes of the cat. 

“You never did learn to do laundry right,” said Sam. The rabbit folded his arms below his sagging breasts. “Oh, but that is your charm, I suppose.”

This earned the rabbit a swat on his rump, the smack setting his ass to wobble. Ignoring the evil stare from Sam, Ben crossed the room to clamber onto the bed. The springs squeaked softly beneath him as he extended a hand towards his love. 

“Would you care to join me?” he asked. 

Sam’s ears pricked up. Laying a hand on his chest, he offered a mocking curtsey, his fingers lifting an invisible skirt as he bowed. “It would be my pleasure to.”

Taking the cat’s hand, Sam placed a knee on the bed, his lips a broad smile that spoke of some hidden mirth. 

“What is it now?” Ben asked. 

“I don’t know what you mean?” chuckled the rabbit. 

“You’re laughing,” replied the cat. “Why are you laughing?”

“Oh,” said Sam, his shoulders shaking. “I just thought how surprising it was that I didn’t find one of those body pillows sharing your bed.”

“Really?” Ben’s ears flattened against his grey head. “And why would you assume that?”

“You haven’t had a date in years,” Sam said with a shrug. “Seemed appropriate.”

“Well, for your information,” the cat replied. “I keep it in the closet.”

“Of course you do.” Sam clambered onto the bed, the mattress singing its agony as the gravid weight of the rabbit sank down. “Now, lover, it’s your turn to be the pillow.”

Sam placed his hands on Ben’s shaggy shoulders, his lips meeting the mouth of the cat with a kiss that made Ben hum through his puffing nostrils. The rabbit’s nimble tongue, ever ready to leap into the wet, warmth of Ben’s mouth, would slide between those smeared lips, slipping effortlessly into the wondrous, red world of his love. There, he would meet the rising tongue of the cat, twisting endlessly in their mad dance of primal love, rubbing the rigid palate, exploring the red gums. Ben’s teeth were a string of bright pearls, gleaming on a bed of crimson silk. Sam could not hope to resist such a treasure. His tongue plummeted down the cat’s throat, making Ben suddenly sputter. The cat’s claws groped at the swollen belly of his love, finding their hold on Sam’s wide, maternal hips. The rabbit curled his tongue, rising from that abyss to slip from the black lips, dangling in the still air before the slackened jaws. 

From Ben would come the deep groan which spoke of his contentment. The yellow eyes fixed themselves upon that fat, pink worm, wriggling before his grey muzzle. He had to claim it. His lips closed around that squirming member, suckling the rabbit’s tongue. His lips would devour that pink worm, drawing himself up, coming to meet those plush lips which he had so recently kissed. A wet smack of raw flesh and the pair separate, flung from one another to resume their dance. Like an ancient courtship, Ben would pull away, offering his slender throat to the hunting fangs of his love. Sam’s broad teeth would come free of the ebon mouth, seeking the iron fur of Ben’s neck. The rabbit pressed himself into the cat, his belly quaking with the flutterings of his unborn as he would nibble the proffered throat. His teeth sank into soft flesh, his lips upon that supple skin. He would feast, his hands coming alive, creeping down the quivering biceps of the cat, gripping Ben’s arms with a fury which welled up within him. 

Overwhelmed, his blood rushing in his long ears, Sam became possessed of a desire that he never knew. No other could stir the lingering passions within the rabbit like this grey feline. Strength surged in his lithe, brown arms, his belly clenching as he heaved with an explosive violence which made the cat squawk in astonishment. Ben crashed into the mattress, bouncing on the shrieking springs, his face turned up at the rabbit who stared down at him with that gorgon stare. Sam knelt on his knees, his belly a vast pearl of white thrusting out from the chocolate brown fur of gravid body. His pink cock, throbbing with full erection, wept freely the bitter tears of his precum. Hot, opalescent drops trickled from that spongy tip, dribbling onto the fur of Ben’s thigh. The dark stains of the rabbit’s lust spread across the grey fur, matting the fine hairs of the cat’s leg. Sam licked his lips, his belly rising and falling with a rapid contracting of his panting breath. He let a hand come to his chest, gliding down the swell of a breast to pinch and tease his own nipple. White, fresh milk trickled from that erect bud, spilling down the slope of his pregnant belly. Sam twisted that pink bud hard, the pain like a lightning bolt jarring his brain. A moan escaped from his lips, stirring the cat beneath him. 

Ben’s heart pounded, for he could never have imagined seeing Sam like this. The rabbit squatted over him with legs spread, the fishnets straining to contain the fullness of his soft thighs. A thread of fresh milk poured down the swell of his belly, running in thin rivulets through the white fur. 

“Lick it,” commanded Sam. 

Ben looked up into the brown basilisk eyes, his body trembling. “W-What?”

“Lick it,” repeated Sam. “Place your tongue to it and lick it. All of it.”

His hands visibly shaking, Ben took the belly of his love, his pink tongue coming to the soft swell of Sam’s wet stomach. He would lick it, running his questing tongue up the slope of Sam’s belly, savoring the maternal girth which distended from his lover. Up, he rose, coming to the ripe breast, still flowing its warm essence. His lips encircled the weeping bud, suckling at the teat of his love. The sweetness of Sam’s milk was like the ambrosia of the gods. No mere mortal should have experienced such giddy pleasures. The cat grasped at Sam’s waist, his face burying into the jiggling mound of milky flesh. He gulped, his mouth filling until his cheeks were puffing, swallowing back the warm richness until his belly ached. His stomach was so full, sloshing with the rabbit’s elixir, yet, he wished not to stop. He wanted so much more. A trickle of white poured from the corner of his mouth, dripping from his chin as his overstuffed belly gave a painful lurch. Ben tore himself from that blessed stream, gasping, his lips stained white. His flat belly was now distended, firm with the fullness which swelled his middle to make him appear almost pregnant. Ben’s head swam, his belly growing warm, suffusing his limbs with a dull lethargy, stealing what remained of his flagging strength. 

The cat fell upon the bed, his belly a hump of grey just below his line of sight. But Sam would not miss such a pleasing sphere. His fingers spread themselves over the swollen mound, rising up the slope of Ben’s lower belly, circling just below his navel. There, the rabbit knew the empty womb hungered as he hungered to fill it. His nails traced the well of Ben’s navel, circling that deep cleft before creeping up the cat’s belly, seeking to tangle themselves into the fur of his chest. Sam lifted his hips, his fat rump wobbling in the air, still leaking the cooling ooze of Ben’s seed as he lowered his muzzle towards Ben’s gasping mouth. His lips came so close as to graze those soft, stained pillows, tempting the whimpering feline as he spoke with low, hushed tones. 

“You seem so full,” said Sam. “Mmm, but my love, you have not even sampled the main course.”

His arms entwined around the cat’s neck, Ben flinging his claws around Sam’s back as the rabbit’s hungering mouth claimed a triangular ear. His teeth, the broad incisors, nibbled at the delicate flesh, pain and exquisite pleasure both vying in the brain of the cat. His slick tongue caressed a furry lobe, seeking ever to plunge deep into the open canal. His tongue plunged, licking at the addled brain of Ben, forcing the cat to arch his back and utter a scream which shook the marbled temples of the gods themselves, who could only gaze down from the their lofty heavens among the stars with jealous eyes at these two mortals who would know a love greater than their own. His tender belly, so full of Sam’s milk rubbed deliciously against the rabbit’s swollen abdomen, making the cat tremble, his flower blooming between his cheeks to gush the fragrant nectar of his desire. No longer would he fear it, instead, he opened himself, surrendering to the rabbit who now straddled him with both palms planted on either side of his head. 

“Not yet,” said Sam. “You haven’t had all your dinner yet.”

The rabbit reached for the headboard, a slender piece of black steel. The roughness of the metal on his fingers gave Sam a shiver as he pushed himself up, his throbbing member poised just above Ben’s chest. His hot tears of lust rained down on the white star emblazoned on the cat, his tip coming to hover above the black lips that puckered, eager to suckle at the warm rod which quivered so delectably. Sam titled his hips, pushing his cock to those lips, smearing them with his sticky precum. The musky tang of his natural scent enthralled Ben, his lips parting to receive that trembling member. The taste on his tongue was enchanting. Ben pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, savoring it like a fine wine, letting roll down his throat to join the sweet milk which filled his belly. His lips closed around Sam’s rod, sucking that throbbing pillar of masculine beauty into his mouth. His tongue came alive, lapping the plump undershaft, swirling around the hot, pink flesh. The cat’s heart thrilled to the ridged veins which snaked up that shivering tower like ivy, pumping with the blood of his love, swelling in his mouth as he pulled his lips back. Ben stopped, his tongue circling Sam’s tip, licking at the flowing precum, sliding back once more, leaving the skin slick and shiny. Above him, Sam groaned softly, his eyes closing as contentment washed over him. 

“Oh, Ben,” Sam whispered. 

The rabbit’s hips began to sway, pushing as Ben sought to rise up that shaft. The cat’s nose crashed into the tangled jungle of Sam’s pubic fur, the rich scent of sweat and musk filling his nostrils. Sam bucked his hips, pressing deep, plunging down the cat’s gullet. His cock slid down Ben’s throat, spurting its precum into the feline’s bloated belly. The rabbit pulled back, Ben collapsing to the bed as Sam circled and fell once more. Growing faster, never stopping, the rabbit rose on his knees, lowering himself, thrusting deep so that his pubic bone would meet the lips of his love. His balls hung fat with fresh seed, and with each pump, the heavy scrotum would slap against Ben’s chin like a wrecking ball, rocking the cat’s head as he clutched at the fishnet clad thighs, desperate to find something, anything which would save him from being swept away on that giddy sea of carnal bliss. 

“More,” groaned Sam. “Oh, Ben, I wish to give so much more. I can’t hold it any longer. I have to have you.”

The rabbit plucked his throbbing rod from Ben’s lips, his shaft shimmering in the light as he lifted his gravid frame from the feline. Ben lay below him, his chest heaving as he fought for breath. Sam’s hands came to the narrow hips, finding to the rabbit’s delight, the roundness which betrayed the soft womb within. How wonderful it will be to see those hips widen, to grow soft and fat with the coming of Ben’s pregnancy. His cock twitched in agreement, demanding that he claim the feline. Gently, he would turn those hips, laying Ben on his belly. The boxy, compact rump made his heart leap. The firm globes of Ben’s ass rose before his eyes, tightly clenched so as to conceal the gushing blossom, but not the fragrant damp which darkened the fur of that deep, tight cleft. Brown and white fingers glided along such a sphere, tracing their way down the quivering buttocks. Ben whimpered, his face plunging into the pillow which he hugged to his breast. The cat’s toes curled, his thighs spreading as Sam ran a finger between his cheeks. The rabbit brought the slick, wet digit to his nose, inhaling the pungent aroma of Ben’s lust. Such a scent did stir his cock to nearly release, his balls screaming, roaring at him to plant his virile seed into such fertile soil. 

“Patience,” the rabbit said to himself. “Once must always prepare the feast.”

Gently, Sam cupped that boxy rump, taking Ben’s buttocks into his hands. His thumbs slid between the cheeks, gripping firmly as he began to pry. The cool kiss of the night air licked at his blooming flower, making Ben give a small cry. His quivering cheeks were laid open, his slick, honeyed treasure now left bare before the eyes of the rabbit. The shivering anus puckered, a darkly glistening doughnut, glazed in the fragrant sugar of Ben’s sweet nectar. The scent of the cat’s desire, the mounting aromas of his need, wafted into Sam’s twitching nose. The rabbit leaned down, his belly churning beneath him, stirring with the protests of his unborn as he brought his muzzle to that ebon ring. The swollen button loomed below his nose, opening slightly to gush forth its gleaming honey. Sam’s tongue slid from his smeared lips, the questing tip seeking that succulent bloom. 

“A feast,” he whispered. His slender fingers trembled as they gripped Ben’s hips, his palms growing sweaty, making his hands slip. He caught the cat’s thighs, holding the whimpering feline tight. His heart pounded in his chest, his cock ready to burst. “A feast must be prepared.”

His tongue met the quivering ring, sliding along the swollen, puffy flesh. The bitter tang of sweat, the scents of musk and the sweetness of Ben’s own nectar flooded his senses. His vision swam, his head spinning. He was struck dumb, reeling like a drunkard as he fought to remain upright. Sam lapped the honey from Ben’s anus, his tongue daring to dart into the puckered ring, to lick the black flesh and savor the richness of that glimmering dew. He held it within his mouth, pressing his tongue to his palate, letting it roll down his throat. His belly grew hot, boiling with the need which made his loins grow hard. His balls, fattened with fresh seed, screamed at Sam to vent his fury. His rod wept the shimmering tears of his precum, raining forth the glittering droplets to fall like the summer rains onto Ben’s covers. Dark stains spread across the bed, leaving behind the trail of the rabbit’s giddy desire as he wrapped his lips around that puckered button.

Such a kiss would bring the stars to explode in Ben’s eyes. The cat’s toes curled, his legs trembling. Ben buried his face into the pillow, screaming his love, seeking succor in the coolness of the cotton pillowcase. Meanwhile, Sam would plunge, his tongue diving deep, licking at the quivering walls of Ben’s shuddering rectum. The smoothness of the feline’s muscles enthralled him, compelling him to journey deeper into that alien world. The wet heat drew him to the swollen nub that was Ben’s prostate, his tongue caressing the quivering gland to make the cat howl. 

“A-Ah, Sam,” screeched Ben. “Ah, I can’t… I can’t…”

His manhood throbbed painfully beneath him, pouring forth its shimmering lust, pumping the sticky precum which burst from his tip as the rabbit pulled back, curling his tongue to slide along the shuddering rectum. His lips popping, Sam, kissed the black ring, his tongue sliding down once more to explore the gates of Ben’s virginal womb. Such uncharted land was his for the taking and the rabbit was to claim that treasure, to fill it and make his own. His tongue pulled back, slipping free of Ben’s anus, leaving the cat to twitch and moan upon the bed. His puckered flesh glimmered in the light, a black jewel which craved to be plucked. Sam shoved himself to his knees, and bringing his fingers to his lips, he thrust two fingers into his mouth. Slowly, he slid his dripping claws from his lips, the fur slick and shiny. Gently, he pressed his blue nails to that gushing flower. Gently, would he push, separating the hot flesh, thrusting deep into the cat. Ben’s belly churned, twisting his guts into knots of unbearable agony as those questing fingers plunged down his rectum, finding his prostate. Sam pushed, sliding up, circling, stirring the cat to weep his love. 

“O-Oh,” moaned Ben. 

His lungs burned, yet the feline could not gain any air, for as soon he inhaled, his breath was blasted from his throat. Such was the cruelly wonderful ministrations of the rabbit. 

“You’ve never tried this?” Sam asked. “Come on, Ben. Not even with a little something?”

“S-Something? Sam, I don’t u-use toys.” The cat opened his eyes, craning his neck of his shoulder. “W-Why would I?”

“So you are untouched?” Sam’s brown eyes seemed to darken. “Oh, Ben, I wish I had known.”

The cat felt something heavy settle into his gut. “Why is that?”

“Because,” said the rabbit. He slid his fingers free, tasting the sweet dew which dripped from his fur. “I would not have been so gentle.”

His hands came to fall upon Ben’s back, their fingers spreading through the iron fur. His throbbing tip would no longer be denied. Sam tilted his wide, round hips, his pink rod coming to nestle between those boxy cheeks. His spongy tip met the puffy flesh of Ben’s anus, the cat hugging his pillow to his chest. Beneath his fur, Ben’s flesh had turned the color of clay. His belly lurched, his heart leaping into his throat. This was it, he could not back down now. Sam pressed closer, his tip spurting its hot precum into Ben’s rump. The first painful moments of his stretching flesh made Ben whimper, his ears drooping. 

“Ready?” asked Sam. The rabbit leaned down, his swollen belly, that vast orb of maternity, came to rest upon Ben’s back. “There’s not going to be any going back, you know.”

That gravid sphere weighed upon him, reminding him of what lay in store after this night. Ben’s mind was whirling with a thousand different thoughts which bubbled furiously. He could stop now, could not tell Sam that he didn’t want to go through with it. His belly quivered, his awakening womb stirring to life, urging him to surrender. He had come so far, his love was here, in his room, embarrassing him. 

“I-I’m ready, Sam,” he replied. “Please, do this for me.”

“For us.” The rabbit managed a kiss on Ben’s shoulder. “For us, love.”

His wide hips moved, thrusting against Ben. His rod parted the black flesh, plunging deep. Ben’s belly swelled with the fresh expansion of Sam’s throbbing meat, his stomach heaving as Sam crashed into the gates of his womb. The rabbit’s tip slid against his prostate, the sensitive gland crying out, making Ben tilt his head back to shriek his elation. Sam pulled back, the cat’s rectum closing around him, stroking the veined flesh which shivered within him. Circling, Sam raised his hips, lifting Ben from the bed. His pregnant belly pressed against the cat’s sweaty back, his navel tracing the curve of Ben’s spine as he came back down, slamming the pair into the mattress to make the springs howl in torment. 

“O-Oh, Sam,” cried Ben. “Please, don’t stop.”

The rabbit’s pelvis crashed into Ben’s ass, his pubic bone grinding into the puffy ring as he sought to sunder the gates of that virginal womb. Deeper, he was led into that world alien and yet so familiar. Ben’s hips were turning, swaying, becoming a dance which slid along the slick cock, pushing back against the driving force of Sam’s thrusts. The rabbit grunted, pushing into the cat, forcing him back to the bed. Ben’s mind was inflamed, his senses reeling. He was lost in a world of hot, wet sensation and he craved every second of it. His body moved, retreating from Sam’s advance, charging the rabbit when he pulled back. Sam tumbled to the side, slipping an arm under Ben so that the cat now laid on his hip, one leg slung over Sam’s shoulder. The rabbit gripped the grey thigh, refusing to be bested. He would not be conquered, for he was the conqueror. His shivering rod slid deep, penetrating Ben’s very core. The cat screeched, the bed singing the chorus of their love as Sam’s hips moved faster, circling, never slowing. His belly shifted, the life within him kicking fury, yet he would not be denied. 

“Ben,” he moaned. “Ben, I love you.”

Ben’s claws scrabbled at the mattress. Having lost his pillow, he dug his claws into the blanket, tears streaming down his grey cheeks. “Sam, yes,” he wept. “Yes, I’ve loved you for so long.”

“Why did we wait,” sobbed the rabbit. “I… I don’t know why.”

Ben slid his leg from the rabbit’s shoulder, pushing back to fall into Sam’s lap. Sam toppled to the bed, his belly a ripe pearl which swelled up from the mattress as Ben turned, straddling his love. 

“Because we were scared,” he replied. “Of what it might mean should we have admitted what we both knew to be true.”

Below him, Sam gasped for breath, his eyes glittering as he reached for the cat. His hand fell on Ben’s grey claws, his smile broadening across his face. “I’m not scared anymore, Ben.”

The cat’s hands came to the gravid belly, the fluttering of life within his love making Ben sniffle. “I’m not either, Sam.”

“Shall we finish it then?” The rabbit laid his head back on the bed, watching the feline.

“Yes,” said Ben. Just, “Yes,” for there was nothing more to say.

Ben sat back, impaling himself upon his lover’s spear. The shivering, pink rod of the rabbit stabbed deep, smashing the last feeble bastion of his womb. His body was laid bare, he had nothing more to give. Slowly, Ben rose, his anus clenching, stroking that weeping member. The hot precum spurted within him, painting his rectum as he came back down, slamming into Sam’s pelvis. Slowly, at first, but as the cat moved, swaying with a rhythm which only he could hear, his movements grew faster. Harder, he came down, driving Sam into him, rising again, sliding along that throbbing rod. Now it was Sam who found himself clinging to that shaking mattress. The bed groaned beneath them, the springs screeching their tortures as Ben’s throat opened into a song of primal love. His hips swayed, circling, sliding, never slowing. Sam’s voice rose up in chorus, their cries echoing into the frosty heavens. His cock quivered against Sam’s belly and Ben clasped the gravid orb as his manhood erupted, overburdened by the sheer jubilation of their dance. 

“Sam,” he panted. “Sam, I can’t go on.”

“Ben,” the rabbit cried. “I’m going to… to…”

Ben’s hand sought the brown and white fingers of his love. Their fingers interlacing, the cat came down one last time, locking them together as Sam’s hot seed burst. Bubbling, frothing white spilled upwards, jetting like an oil well to flood the hungry womb of the cat. Ben let out a shrill cry, his belly growing hot as Sam’s essence would bloat his empty womb. His lower belly was swelling, expanding as the rabbit pumped another ropy strand. Sam’s hips bucked, making Ben tumble, the pair rolling over so that the rabbit now pinned the cat to the bed. Sam bucked, pumping again, Ben’s legs around his waist. The feline’s stomach was growing, already at six months and continuing to swell as Sam gave vent to the need which had been so long neglected. 

“Sam,” sighed the cat. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

His overfilled womb spurted, his anus leaking the sludgy semen of the rabbit to run down his thigh. Sam pulled back, his softening member coming free with a squelch. A loose string of seed clung between them, connecting them forever. Sam fell to the bed, his arm going around his love. 

“I suppose then,” he said, “we should share a room now.”

Ben’s ears pricked up. “I guess so,” he replied. “We can make the other room a nursery. What do you think?”

His hand came to rest on Ben’s belly, his fingers sliding along the distended hump of the cat’s swollen stomach. “I think you are going to love being pregnant.”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” laughed Ben. He took the rabbit’s hand in his. “I’ve seen you in the mornings.”

Sam’s lips met the cat’s mouth. “Mmm, but now that I get to share it. It won’t be so bad. Oh, the morning sickness comes, but you’ll get used to it.”

“You could have said that before?” Ben mewed. 

“If I did,” Sam laughed, “would still have gone through with it?”

Ben thought for a moment, then with a smile, turned to his love and answered. “Yes, I would.”

His lips came to those blue pillows, hopelessly smeared by their love. His hips ached with the dull satisfied sensation Sam’s love, a warmth which swelled from deep within his belly, growing even now. He could feel it, the first stirrings of new life. A new life for them both. More than friends, more than roommates, the pair fell asleep in each other’s arms. One heart, one soul, finding peace as beyond the sleeping city, the first golden fingers of dawn were cresting the horizon.