Revelations by IndigoNeko

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Chapter 11 – Binding Secrets, Continued

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Thursday,  May 28th, 2015

It didn't take Lizzy very long to tear open the box of condoms that were sitting on the nightstand while Alex watched, still smiling. The vicodin tablet that she'd taken earlier for her aching leg was already taking effect, and it felt like she was floating. Abruptly, the tiger cub realized that Lizzy was talking to her, and she'd missed the first half of the question.

“Huh?”

“May I put it on you?”, the stoat asked, holding out a tiny beige disc.

Oh, right, she realized, the condom. She had to put it on. Lizzy was asking very politely though, so she nodded, bouncing her muzzle up and down, a dopey smile still plastered on her face. It didn't take more than a few seconds for Lizzy to figure out how to get the condom on Alex's penis, though it had taken a moment to realize that she had to turn it upside down in order to roll the edges down. 

Lizzy took a moment to admire her handiwork, wrapping up Lexi's boy bits. It looked kind of like a hot-dog still in it's packaging. She pinched the tip a bit and tugged, making sure it wouldn't come off like the bigger ones had earlier. This one was stuck tight; just the right fit. The outside wasn't slippery like the others were, and she frowned. They'd need lube.

The smile disappeared off Alex's face as she cocked her head, watching as Lizzy turned around a few times, wondering what Lizzy was doing. Then the stoat-girl hopped off the bed and crouched on the floor, and Alex leaned sideways, still watching, wondering. Then she had to put her hand out to catch herself; she'd leaned a bit too far and almost fell over.

Elizabeth popped back up from the floor, clutching the bottle of lubricant that Raenne had given them earlier, just in time to watch Alex catch herself. “Are you okay?”, the stoat asked.

Lexi was looking at her, eyes wide enough that the whites showed; she looked absolutely terrified, and Lizzy didn't have a clue why. “What's wrong?!”

At that, Lexi blinked, looking puzzled, then replied “Umm...nothing. I...just...umm...uhhh...What are you doing?”

Lizzy blinked. Lexi was acting really strange. “I was just looking for the lube,” she said, holding out the clear bottle of silicon lubricant, “See? So that we can have sex easier...er...more easily.”

“Ahhh,” the tiger cub replied, as if she'd been told the secrets of the universe.

With that, Lizzy crawled back up onto the black bedspread and knelt next to Lexi's hips. The bottle had one of those push-heads, like a soap dispenser, so she squirted out a generous portion in her finger-pads. Lexi's penis had wilted a bit, but it perked up again as Lizzy ran her paw over it, spreading the lubricant over the latex covering from the tip all the way to the where it ended near Alex's sheath. There was still plenty left over, so she rubbed her finger-pads around her flower and a little up inside it.  After Alex's attentions earlier, she doubted that she'd need the extra lubrication, but there was no such thing as too much...unless someone spilled it on the bed.

Lizzy set the bottle down, where it wouldn't be in the way, then swung her leg over Lexi's hips. She placed one hand on Lexi’s fluffy white chest, and used the other to position the tiger-kitty’s boy-bits against her flower, hoping they wouldn’t have to stop in the middle of their fun this time. Then she slowly sat down, the extra lube allowing her to take all of Alex’s penis in the first stroke.

Enjoying the feel, the perfection, of how well Lexi filled her up, Lizzy simply sat on Lexi’s hips, eyes closed and a small smile on her muzzle. Then she blinked and looked down at Lexi, who was clearly distracted, staring at where their crotches met. Lizzy leaned forward, resting her hands on Lexi’s shoulders and the tiger-cub looked up. As their eyes met, Lizzy smiled. “I love you, sexy kitty.”

Even through the haze of the pain-killers, Alex knew what that meant. “I love you too, silly stoat,” she said as a smile lit her face.

Lizzy leaned in the last few inches, planting a kiss on Alex’s lips, then leaned back again, and started to push herself up and down. The sight of Alex’s male appendage disappearing inside Lizzy’s flower was strangely intriguing, and Alex stared in fascination as Lizzy began to move up and down, causing it to reappear and disappear again. It was…mesmerizing. It felt…good. Very good. Very strange, but very good. Up and down…the sight was completely hypnotic for the tiger cub, who was totally out of it thanks to the pain-killers she’d taken earlier.

The tip of Lexi’s condom-wrapped penis barely touched her cervix when their hips met. Being able to sit all the way down without worrying about bruising her insides was an experience that Lizzy was thoroughly enjoying; it felt like they were the perfect size for each other. If only they didn’t have to wear the condom; Lizzy loved the feeling of semen shooting against her insides, and she knew she’d miss it when Lexi squirted her boy-juice. That didn’t stop her from enjoying the moment, and she continued to bounce up and down, giving slight gasps every time the tip of Lexi’s penis kissed the entrance to her womb.

The sound of Lexi’s purring filled the air as they rutted on her bed and the feline’s hips began to instinctually buck upwards in time with Lizzy’s downward strokes. The stoat continued to bounce up and down, albeit with shorter strokes, moving faster and faster to take advantage of Lexi’s upward thrusts. Within a minute, their hips were meeting twice a second. Another minute, and Lizzy, still somewhat sensitive from her earlier orgasm, felt the familiar tensing sensation at the top of her channel.

Alex’s head jerked up as Lizzy began to moan, worried that something was wrong. It took a few moments for her to realize that everything was fine; it was hard to think, and the feelings from her groin were strangely distant. It was almost as if her hips belonged to someone else and she was merely a bystander, watching them rhythmically jerk up and down, pounding her boy-bits into the tiny stout that was bouncing atop her. Still, she knew that she was making Lizzy happy, and that made her happy.

Lizzy let out a high-pitched whine as the tightness in her tummy reached the tipping point, like a spring wound a bit too tightly. The twitches of her latest orgasm began deep in her belly and spread across the rest of her body, leaving her gasping for breath. Alex didn’t even pause in her relentless pounding, driving her climax onwards. Her flower was becoming painfully sensitive; it was nearly too much to bear. Knowing that the tiger-cub beneath her couldn’t last too much longer, she tried to tough it out. 

Sadly, she was drastically mistaken. The vicodin’s numbing effects were strong enough that Alex wasn’t remotely close to reaching her own peak. The stoat clenched her jaw as the painful sensitivity began to fade, and the tiger beneath her continued to thrust upwards over and over again. If anything, she was moving her hips even faster. It was a very long minute for the little stoat before she was fully enjoying Alex’s relentless humping again.

Alex’s tongue rolled out of her mouth as she began panting. Even though she couldn’t feel the burn in her muscles, she was definitely getting a serious workout, especially with the rapid pace she was keeping up. Even though it was strangely distant, she could feel a tingling from her penis. That triggered something. A thought. A memory. There was something she was supposed to do, but she didn’t know what. Then she felt her male parts begin to jerk.

Elizabeth’s second orgasm was already creeping up on her. Her tiger-kitty’s rapid thrusts were pounding her still-sensitive button, and the tickling sensation as the pointed tip of the feline penis inside her tickled the top of her vaginal canal over and over again was absolutely maddening. The tiny stoat knew this was going to be one of those screaming orgasms. She jammed the side of her paw into her mouth for lack of anything else to stifle her screams as her second climax hit, washing over her like a wave of pleasure. Once again she felt that strange sensation like she’d been dipped in pool of warm honey, knowing that it was Lexi, her best friend in the whole world, that was mating her.

The feeling of Alex’s orgasm hit her like a truck, despite the powerful drugs running through her veins. The tiger-cub yowled as tiny jets of hot, white semen squirted out of her penis. Her boy-juice pooled in the end of the condom that surrounded her pulsing member, still buried all the way to her sheath in Lizzy’s flower. It was several long seconds before her boy-bits stopped pulsing.

Lizzy sighed as Lexi yowled and finally stopped the relentless pounding, and the stoat leaned forward, collapsing on Lexi’s chest as they both panted for breath. The sound of Lexi’s engine-like purr was surprisingly soothing, and Lizzy closed her eyes, relaxing and enjoying the feel of Lexi’s still-hard member deep in her flower. Exhaustion eventually took it’s toll, and both of the cubs drifted into the realm of dreams.

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Sweat dripped off David’s nose as he and his wife finished the last of the yoga exercises they did after their evening workout.  Like many furred mammals, they didn’t sweat through their fur most of the time, instead having to pant rapidly to cool themselves. It took a lot to actually work up a sweat. Despite that, David’s fur was thoroughly matted with sweat. He’d pushed himself much harder than normal to drive the thought of Alex and her friend mating from his head. At least now it seemed to be working. He’d had an erection for the past hour that had only just wilted. Worse, his wife had definitely noticed it; she’d been looking at his waist every time she thought he was distracted, and had a wicked smirk on her face most of the evening.

Raenne watched the drop of sweat hit the mats they’d put down on the basement floor with a raised eyebrow. “You really pushed yourself. Why don’t you go upstairs and check on the cubs, then take a shower? I’ll head up and join you in a moment. I’ve got a kink in my hamstring from that last pose that I want to stretch out.”

Still gasping for breath, David simply nodded and turned to make his way up the stairs to the main floor. His legs felt like jello after that workout, and he had to pull himself up by the railing. The house was strangely quiet as he slowly made his way down the ground floor hallway and then up the next flight of stairs to the second floor. By the time he’d reached the upper level, his harsh breathing had faded to slight panting. He nearly walked into the master bedroom before remembering that he had to check on Alex, and turned back around. 

This time he paused and took a moment to listen, making sure that the two weren't still occupied with their earlier activities. Other than a faint rumbling noise, he didn't hear anything from Alex's room, and walked down the short upstairs hallway to her room. As he reached the bedroom, he tapped on the wooden door frame and leaned in to make sure they were doing okay. 

The two cubs were completely naked...and sound asleep. The tiny stoat-girl was laying half-draped across Alex, her head resting on the kitten's chest as if it were a fluffy white pillow. Alex was purring, loudly enough that he could hear it from out in the hallway. David couldn't help but smile; they looked adorable. It took him a moment to dig his phone out of his pocket, and he quickly snapped a photo.

As he walked over to the bed, it quickly became obvious just how busy the two had been. The fur on Alex's face and chest was clumped and matted, as was the fur on Lizzy's hands. There was even a streak of dried semen running down Lizzy's lips and chin. The smell of sex was thick in the air around the bed, and he felt his erection quickly return.

Hoping to avoid any further embarrassment, David leaned over and tapped Lizzy on the shoulder to wake her up. The tiny stoat slowly opened her eyes, blinking a few times before she yawned, exposing a mouth full of tiny pointed teeth, along with some surprisingly sharp cuspids.  “You two look like you had fun,” he said when she looked awake enough to respond. “You should probably get cleaned up a bit before your father gets here, though.”

“Mmm...yeah, probably,” she replied while stretching out her arms. Then she pushed herself up to a sitting position, and crawled off Alex who was still purring and showed no signs of waking. David averted his eyes as the stoat inadvertently gave him a glimpse of the matted fur of her groin. Instead, he  turned to Alex and poked her shoulder. “Alex. Wake up, Alex.” 

When that didn't work, he took hold of her shoulder and shook her a bit, then lifted an eyelid. Her nictitating membrane was clearly visible; she was totally out. Hmm. He turned to Lizzy, asking “Did Alex take one of her pills?”

The stoat paused in the process of picking her clothes off the floor and looked up at him. “Uhh...Yes. She said her leg was hurting after we got up the stairs after dinner, and asked me to get her one from the bottle on the counter.”

“Ahh. She's not going to be awake until morning then,” David said as he turned back around. Then he noticed the condom bunched up at the entrance to Alex's sheath and sighed. He was going to have to get her cleaned up. “Well, you can get cleaned up in Alex's bathroom. I'd recommend another quick shower, and don't forget the conditioner, otherwise the chlorine from that pool will dry your skin out. I'm going to have to get Alex here cleaned up, too.” he said as he plucked the condom from Alex's groin and deposited it in the waste basket.

“Okay, Mr. Andreyev.”

It didn't take too long to retrieve a wet washcloth and clean Alex up, though he'd rather have passed on the whole ordeal. He knew it wasn't the kid's fault, knowing how powerful vicodin was, but he still couldn't help but swear as he stroked her sheath until she was exposed so he could clean the dried semen out of it, then the matted fur between her legs. 

Raenne came up the stairs just as he finished and was heading back to the master bathroom with the washcloth still in hand. She raised an eyebrow at him, and he explained as he continued down the hallway. “The two of them fell asleep after they...um...finished. Lizzy's in the shower. Alex is out cold; she took one of her pills after dinner. I just finished cleaning her up.”

“...oh,” the tigress said softly as she followed her husband into the master bathroom. As he rinsed out the washcloth in the sink, she quietly closed the door, then wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned against his back, breathing in his familiar scent, so much stronger after their evening workout. She absolutely loved leaning up against his well-muscled back. In the past ten years, he'd gone from a tall, thin geek to having a physique that could have won bodybuilding contests...and she absolutely loved it.

Raenne still couldn't believe her luck in scoring such a man. David was fit, smart, loving, caring, empathetic, good with kids, drug-free...and more concerned for his partner's pleasure than his own. Literally the exact opposite of everything she despised about her father. It had been a very long time after they'd started dating before she had let David even touch her, fearing the pain that she had long-since come to associate with sex after multiple abusive boyfriends and her father. Two years, in fact. Now, though...now she thoroughly enjoyed it, and at the moment she had an itch in her belly that needed scratching.

“Want to join me in the shower?” she asked, whispering up into his ear.

He paused in rinsing out the cloth with his ears perked up, and looked into the mirror, meeting her eyes as she looked over his shoulder, and smiled. “I'd love to.”

“Good. Cause I don't think one workout was enough,” she said as she pealed off her sodden sports bra. She wasn't particularly well-endowed, considering how low her body-fat percentage was, but it didn't seem to matter to David, as he dropped the washcloth and turned around to watch her undress with a grin.

After shucking her workout shorts, she turned around to open the shower door and bent over the tub, turning on the water and lifting her tail at the same time to give him a show. She smiled as she heard his indrawn breath, and heard a rustle from behind her. Glancing over her shoulder showed that he'd dropped his pants and boxers and was stepping out of them, already fully erect. It never failed to amaze her how large his package was, especially compared to the other feline men she'd mated with. She wondered if there was zebra blood somewhere in his family tree. It wasn't very likely, though. Cross-species matings were growing more common now, but a hundred years ago they had been highly taboo. People had been lynched over it in certain parts of America during the early 1900s. Even today there were still religious prohibitions and laws against it in other parts of the world.

As he took his shirt off, she stood up and stepped into the shower. The water was still warming up, but she didn't mind; it took a while for the water to soak into her fur. After a few moments, she heard David step into the shower behind her, and she closed her eyes as she ducked her head into the stream of water. A few moments later, she felt David put his hands around her waist as he put his arms around her, pulling her tight against his chest. 

“God, I love you so much, Raenne. You're the best thing that ever happened to me,” he said into her ear. She practically melted into his embrace; hearing him say he loved her never got old...it was something she'd never heard as a child. As she leaned into him, she felt his erection pressing against the base of her tail, the tip poking the small of her back. 

“I can feel just how much you love me, poking me in the back,” she said with a smirk, grinding her hips against him.

“It's going to be poking you somewhere else in a few moments,” he replied as one of his hands dipped down below her navel, trailing it's way down to her pussy. She spread her legs a bit to grant him access and sighed as she felt his paw-pad press against her mound. Hot water dripped off the back of his hand as he slowly, gently began to massage the fur around her vulva. Sighing, she relaxed even further against his broad chest as his probing fingers worked their way around her sex, exploring every centimeter before sticking a dull claw-tip into her opening and working it around to open her up.

Nearly a minute later, he'd barely worked his first knuckle into her, and paused to squirt a generous handful of lube onto his fingers from one of the many bottles in the shower. Even with lube, it took a lot of foreplay to get her stretched out enough for him to enter her...David was remarkably well-endowed for a feline, but Raenne certainly wasn't. She'd first been introduced to heritage traits by her OBGYN in her early teens when the doctor was explaining why she was so tight. It had taken David quite a while to stretch her out enough to fully penetrate her after they'd started dating.

Raenne spread her legs even wider as David returned to massaging her sex. This time he knelt behind her and gently worked his index finger back into her tight hole while she rubbed her clit with one hand and groped her breast with the other. The lube worked, and a few moments later his index finger was buried all the way to the root inside her. Then he went to work with his middle finger instead...then switched to his thumb. 

Drawing his thumb out of her tight sex, he stood back up, then leaned against her back as she continued to stroke her clit. “Are you ready, love?”, he asked. 

“Mmm, I don't think I'll ever be more ready. Stuff me silly, stud,” she said as she bent at the waist, putting her hands against the shower wall. 

“Your wish is my command,” he said as he wrapped his fingers around the globes of her ass, then slid his paws up to grip her hips.

“What I wish is for you to stop talking and stick that...Ooohhh,” she gasped as she felt the pointy tip of his member push against her tight sex. 

“I think you had better give me a second to get more lube, love, but if you want...” She could hear the smirk in his voice as felt him push up against her again, still making little progress in penetrating her.

“Damnit, you bastard,” she said, grabbing the bottle of lube that he'd used earlier. “Here. And hurry up.”

He quickly squirted a large dollop of lube into his hand and set the bottle down, then quickly ran his hand over his member before grabbing her hips again and pressing against her. This time, he slid half his length into her in the first thrust, then began quickly pumping in and out with quick, short thrusts until he'd buried seven of his eight inches into her painfully stretched pussy, as much of his length as she could fit. Then he pulled out nearly to his tip and slowly pushed back in, working her sex with long, deep strokes.

For the first minute or so it felt like he was ramming a tree up her cooch, and she made a mental note to have sex more often...if she waited more than a day between sessions, the first moments were awkward, given how large he was. She took one hand off the wall and continued to rub her clit to help the pain fade.

Raenne found herself purring as he continued to pound her from behind with long deep strokes, and bent over a bit further, resting her paws on the sides of the tub. The drum of the shower on her back as her husband massaged her insides was remarkably pleasant, and it washed away the last bits of pain as her channel stretched to accommodate his length. No matter how many times they had sex, she was always grateful that he didn't have any barbs on his dick. She knew what that was like, and didn't like it at all, even if they did trigger some powerful orgasms.

“So,” she asked, trying not to gasp with each thrust, “what was it that has you so horny this evening?”

“Hmm? You mean right now? You do, beautiful.”

“You had a raging boner for the entire first half of our workout,” she told him, panting as he continued to pound her from behind. “It was rather hard to miss.”

“I...um...” David paused in his thrusts, remembering his embarrassing episode earlier. “...shit.”

Raenne looked back over her shoulder, frustrated and puzzled as he pulled out of her completely. This was totally unlike him, and she was somewhat concerned, watching as he ran his paws through his head-fur and turned to stare out the glass door of the shower. She stood up and turned around, leaning against the shower wall as he stood there, silently. Something told her that this was more serious than his usual hangups about sex, so she waited, idly running her fingers across her sopping, slippery slit, hoping that this would be short; she wanted his dick back inside her.

“Earlier, when you told me to come up here and tell the girls that we were going to have a workout, they...they were...um...they were already...um...yeah.” 

Raenne watched as he took a shuddering breath and clutched the top of the bathtub door frame, wondering if he was having a moral hangup about the two cubs having sex. She didn't see anything wrong with it, as long as it was painless, consensual, and enjoyable. Then again, she had been sexually and emotionally abused as a cub, and knew her own perspectives were somewhat skewed. Her psychiatrist had been pretty quick to point that out. She still looked up laws as guidance on what was right and wrong. What was socially acceptable was trickier.

“I...I saw them...doing...it. I watched them doing it. Worse, I...I masturbated to it. I...shit...I'm so ashamed. I feel like a total pervert. A goddamn fucking pedophile. Jesus.”

That was unexpected, she thought, as she stared at him in shock. He was probably the most law-abiding, principled and moral person she'd ever met. He wouldn't even jaywalk. It was one of the reasons that she'd been so glad to find him; he provided an infallible moral compass by which to judge what was good and socially acceptable, which she desperately needed after her messed up childhood. Finding out that he'd not just watched the two, but...masturbated to it...she felt a twinge of anger. There was nothing that she hated more than abuse, especially sexual abuse.

Water dripped from her sodden fur as her mind raced. Between David's moral code and the Law, she'd had at least two solid pillars to stand on when it came to judging right and wrong. Right now, she felt like she had none. Having heard from Elizabeth's own lips though, how much she enjoyed having sex with her father...It was something she'd been meditating on all evening. Laws weren't always right or just, most religious texts were rife with contradictions and absurdity, and the Golden Rule made too many assumptions.

Though she knew she should say something, do something, Raenne didn't know what. Worse, his big, beautiful penis was wilting before her eyes. She was horny, angry, and didn't want to dwell on philosophy right now. Back to basics. “Did you hurt them?”

“What?” He looked at her like she'd accused him of rape. “Of course not, but-”

“Did they see you?”

“No...I...I came in here after I saw them, and...um...”

That was all she needed to know. “Then fuck me, damn-it!” she said, turning around bending over again, flipping her sodden tail at him.

“You don't even care?”

She grit her teeth, biting back the urge to roar at him. “Look, you didn't hurt either of them, so it doesn't matter. If it made you horny, then think about it again and PUT YOUR DICK BACK IN ME!”

David stared at his wife's back, rather disconcerted. While it was blunt...she was also right in a way. He  hadn't harmed the cubs in any way; they didn't even know he'd seen them. He still felt dirty and ashamed, but...not as much as he had before. 

In the mean time, he realized that he'd left his wife hanging in the middle of sex, and felt even worse, especially since he wasn't even hard anymore. He grabbed his flaccid length before it retreated back into his sheath and gave it a few pumps, trying to restore some life to it. The vision of the two cubs performing sixty-nine flashed through his head as he stared at his wife's ass upon realizing what she'd said: '...think about it again...' 

If anything he felt more ashamed...but he was definitely growing hard again. Remembering the sight of the puffy, pink slit underneath Lizzy's tail as Alex had swiped her tongue up and down it... He'd never thought of cubs that way before, but seeing them being so blatantly sexual and clearly enjoying it...there was something frighteningly arousing about it. Within seconds, he was back at full hardness and placed the pointed tip of his cock back against his wife's tight slit and slid himself back in.

His wife gasped, then moaned as he began stroking in and out, thrusting faster and faster. The memory of the two cubs continued to fuel his lust. Between the condom that he'd peeled off Alex, literally dripping with cum, and the mess he'd glimpsed between the stoat-girl's thighs when she'd crawled off when he woke them up, it was blindingly obvious that they'd had sex. Imagining Alex pumping her penis into Lizzy's vagina, purring like a locomotive while she filled that condom with her cream...David began hammering his wife's cunt, almost as aroused now as he had been earlier that afternoon. 

Holding tight to the grab-bar mounted on the side of the tub, Raenne was trying her damnedest not to yell. Her normally gentle husband was thrusting so hard that she was going to be sore for a couple days. She could feel the tip of his absurdly large cock pounding against the deepest parts of her vagina, stretching her like she'd never been stretched before. It was the weirdest combination of pain and pleasure that she'd ever felt; she rapidly flicked her fingers against her clit, trying to keep the experience pleasurable.

Meanwhile, David was remembering about the cute little stoat's condition, and the fact that her own father mated her, probably every night. The thought of Terry bent over his nine-year-old daughter, filling her to the brim with sticky semen...that did it; he was done. David felt his balls draw up and slammed himself all the way to the hilt in Raenne's tight pussy as his dick began to twitch, flooding her with cum as his knees went weak.

Raenne bit back a scream as David pushed himself harder into her than he'd ever done before, burying every last inch of his huge penis in her channel. It felt like he'd torn a hole in the back of her vagina. Then she felt his hot semen gushing into her, filling parts of her that she hadn't felt since Alex's birth...the combination of pain and pleasure, the strange sensation of his hot cum spilling into her uterus was enough to drive her into a mind-blowing orgasm. 

Both of them panted for breath beneath the stream of hot water, exhausted. David looked down, realizing that he was quite literally buried to the root in his wife's cunny, something which probably hurt like hell for, considering how tight she was. “Oh, God...I...I'm sorry,” he apologized as he slowly pulled himself out of her.

Panting, she slowly pushed herself upright and turned around, eyes flashing. Even looking like a drowned cat, she was clearly furious. “You damn well better be. That fucking hurt; I'm probably going to be sore for days. You owe me a massage for that. Two massages. And you're making dinner tomorrow.”

David's ears folded against his skull, looking decidedly sheepish and feeling absolutely terrible for hurting his wife like that. “I...sorry. I'll give you one tonight after Terry and Lizzy leave.” 

Raenne snorted, then grabbed a bottle of shampoo and thrust it against his chest. “You can clean my fur for me too. No funny stuff, either. Terry's going to be here in a half hour.” she said before turning back around, tail twitching and arms crossed.

As she stood there while he massaged the shampoo into her fur, a pair of cells, each no bigger than the head of a pin, floated away from their homes deep in Raenne's reproductive tract, slowly traveling down towards her womb where David had deposited several tablespoons of sperm-rich semen. Neither of them guessing that, for the second time since they'd met, David had managed to trigger Raenne's feline heritage.