Puss Dos y Muchos Puss The city of San Lorenzo was a true oasis in the desert even at the worst of times. Right now, however, it was a true paradise unparalleled, at least as far as one roguishly handsome cat was concerned. Puss in Boots, the amazing hero of San Lorenzo, strolled through the town today with a swagger that that would have made lesser men weep and sent any fully adult woman in convulsions. Best of all, that swagger was augmented at this time by the presence nearly 20 almost identical cats walking in the same step. In spite of the fact that doing so broke his confident stride, the Puss in the lead couldn’t help but giggle to himself. “This is amazing!” He shouted and turned to his fellows, raising his arms in triumph. “With so many glorious cats in one place, San Lorenzo is perfection!” The rest of the gathered cats were significantly less enthused, but they nodded along with Puss’s excitement halfheartedly before dispersing. Puss in Boots chose to ignore the less than excited departure and focus instead entirely on his own glee, however. Yes, there was no doubt in his mind that more Puss could mean anything other than more perfection. Some townsfolk had their doubts, admittedly. One white cat in particular was rather nervously watching the gathered Pusses disperse as she approached Puss in Boots. Puss didn’t pay any attention to the way the cat nervously wrung her hands, nor did he care much about the expression on her face. He paid most of his attention to the way that her eyes darted from one cat to another. “Ah! Dulcinea! I see you are admiring the wonderful meat in the market, no?” “Umm… no.” Dulcinea denied her interest, but her eyes continued to dart about. Puss shot her a sly grin, knowing the true meaning behind her shyness. “Puss, I know you’re excited about having um… new friends, but the rest of the town has some…” She paused to take a particularly long look at one of the Pusses who was quietly tucking a hairball under a nearby apple cart. “Concerns. We have some concerns.” Puss noticed the cat behind him, of course. However, he didn’t find the action objectionable. “I do not see the problem. How could my beloved town find any problem with having more handsome protectors?” Dulcinea rolled her eyes, but otherwise kept up her usual cheerful smile. That smile was just enough to keep Puss’s attention. “Well, Puss, for example, it’s getting late. Where are all of them going to sleep?” With a laugh, Puss shrugged off the concern. “Do not worry, Dulcinea. We have already discussed such simple details. For now, the many Pusses will room with me!” He waved a paw dramatically and rested it on his chest, emphasizing the depth of his generosity with the pose. “That doesn’t sound like a real solution.” Dulcinea raised an eyebrow. “How do you all plan to fit in such a little room?” “I am sure it will be easy as a pie.” Puss nodded, confirming his own statement. “On rare occasion when he is not fit to sleep wherever he lies, Puss Dos and I have shared the room.” He shook a paw dismissively, chuckling as he himself rolled his eyes. “What more difficulty could there be in having a few more of me around?” “A few more?” “Yes, exactly.” Puss clapped his arm around Dulcinea’s shoulder in triumph. “I am so glad you understand.” He glanced up at the nearby setting sun. Dulcinea may have been incorrect about her concerns, but she was correct about it getting rather late. “Aha! Puss Dos should be showing them around now!” Dulcinea took a glance around. A few of the gathered Pusses were still moving cautiously around town square, but most of them had seemingly vanished. Puss could tell by the look on the lovely white cat’s face that she was likely discomforted by the sudden loss of eye candy, especially when she glanced up at him. The concern was obvious in the way her eyes darted about. “Puss Dos? Are you certain that’s a good idea? Perhaps you should go check on him?” Once more Puss had to laugh and shake his head. “I am sure he is capable of handling such a heroic crowd without trouble, Dulcinea.” He smiled as charmingly as he could manage in an effort to comfort her, assured his smile could make up for the lack of other Pusses to look at, if only for a moment. “But, if you insist, I will be happy to assist my fellow Pusses in feeling at home.” Dulcinea didn’t look much more comforted, but Puss had decided his task and there was no turning back now. With a proud step, he took his arm off the lovely maiden and began swaggering toward his room in the tavern. He did take his time to provide the maiden with something to look at though, swaggering with a mightily slow step. There was certainly nothing to actually worry about after all. Puss was certain that Puss Dos was tending to their fellows every need. --- “TREMBLE BEFORE ME!” Up in the guest room of San Lorenzo’s tavern, a Puss in a Greco-Roman helmet was proudly declaring his superiority over those gathered. Most of the other cats weren’t paying him any mind though, either looking around the room or trying to get comfortable in the only bed. One Puss was granting him his undivided attention, however: a Puss with a vacant expression and a folded paper hat. He nodded along quite cheerfully to his double’s request, a huge smile shining on every inch of his face as he cheerfully proclaimed, “Okay!” This had been nearly the fifth time this exchange had gone on since the 7 or so cats that had decided to follow Puss Dos had made it to the room. The cat in the helmet was naturally beginning to lose what little patience he’d started with. He was almost glowing red at this point. “Cease your mindless agreement and tremble, fool!” “Okay.” Before things could come to blows a Puss in a blue bandana hopped off the bed and wrapped his arms around the pair. “Hey, Spartan Puss, I know you’re upset, but I’m sure this doesn’t have to come to a fight.” He turned and grinned at the still smiling Puss Dos. “Hey friend, do you know what tremble means?” Puss Dos paused for just a moment to think about it, though his expression didn’t change. “Uh… nope!” He was cheerful as he turned to smile at the upbeat cat that had a paw around his neck. “What is it.” The upbeat Puss smiled right back at him. “It means shake!” He chuckled and turned his smile toward the much angrier cat on his left. “You can do that for our friend here, right?” Puss Dos’s smile widened, and his eyes sparkled. He had been trying to figure out how to fix the angry him’s expression for a while now but hadn’t been able to figure out how to turn the ends of his mouth up since he didn’t want him touching his face. Maybe shaking would work. “Okay!” He shouted excitedly and tossed his hands up, knocking the cheerful Puss’s paw away as he did. Then, he started to shake, as fast as he could. Spartan Puss smiled for the first time since he’d come to this forsaken dimension. “Finally, someone who respects my might!” “Good for you, pal!” The upbeat Puss patted his companion on the back and waved for Puss Dos to stop shaking. Puss Dos didn’t get the signal and kept on vibrating, but the cheerful cat didn’t pay him much attention. “Hope you’re finally feeling satistfied-” “Now! Prostrate yourself before me, slave!” The mighty Puss stomped his foot demandingly. Puss Dos had a feeling that he was talking to him, so he stopped shaking to pay attention. However, he hadn’t heard a word past his vibrating ears. Thankfully, the upbeat cat was able to tell him what angry Puss had said. “Oh, that means get on all fours on the floor, but you don’t have to, friend, really-” “Okay!” Puss Dos didn’t hesitate for even a moment before collapsing to the ground. He forgot a good part of what the other cat said, but he remembered ‘on the floor.’ After smashing his face into the ground though, he was able to put together what he’d forgotten. With a big smile he lifted himself properly to all fours in front of the angry Puss. He smiled right at the conqueror’s groin, not even thinking to look up. “Like this, right?” “Perfect! The rest of you could learn a two or thing from this one!” A paw landed on Puss Dos’s head, and he started to chuckle to himself as he was petted. It felt weird, but it made him happy too. He knew because it was making the bits around his belt all tingly. And he wasn’t the only one. Puss Dos could smell it on the angry Puss’s crotch. After a second, the angry cat started to laugh in triumph, and Puss Dos was even more sure. Every bit of the angry cat smelled horny then. He reached out with his nose to make sure, pressing it against the furry balls in front of him. Though the Spartan was surprised for just a moment, it was not an unpleasant shock. His paw stopped petting and grabbed Puss Dos by the scruff of the neck. For his part, Puss Dos didn’t resist having his face forced into the aggressive cat’s groin. “Yes! An eager servant at last!” Puss Dos went with his instincts from there. He knew how he usually made himself feel happier in times like this, and he had no doubt it would make the other him happy too. So, he started to lick. It was aimless at first, mostly because he couldn’t see anything but orange. Once he felt something spikey poking at cheeks, he started aiming for it. He was rewarded with more praise. “Aha! Yes, a skilled servant too!” The aggressive Puss tried to maintain an air of confidence, but it had been a long time since he had been trapped in the netherworld. It was clear to everyone in the room that he was sweating, including Puss Dos. Though what was covering his face was definitely something other than sweat. Upbeat Puss stared down at the show in front of him, his own cock awkwardly twitching. “Heh, wow! Guess you finally found one, huh?” He smiled at the Puss in the helmet and patted him on the back again. This time it hit quite hard as the upbeat cat attempted to distract himself with a hearty cheer. “G-Good for you, Spartan Puss!” Spartan Puss nearly lost his balance entirely and did lose any restraint he had managed to maintain. He tried to hold himself back, shouting, “D-Don’t distract me, f-fool!” However, the effort was futile, and with a groan he pressed Puss Dos once more roughly into his groin. Though he tried to hold back, make it last, he couldn’t stop himself from cumming all over the other cat’s face. Puss Dos had to close an eye when some of the stuff from the twitching penis splashed over it, but he didn’t stop licking. At some point he had forgotten why he started, and he just spent the time enjoying the taste of fur and sweat. It wasn’t until he was pulled away that he stopped licking the angry cat. After he landed on his butt, he turned his attention to licking his own face. Some of the stuff that he’d been squirted with had made it to his lips. “Heehee. You’re pretty yummy, other me…” Puss Dos didn’t know what to make of the expressions of the cats around him, but he did know what to make of their groins. Every Puss in the room had a nice pointy penis up, and every one of them was looking at him. Even his own penis was keeping it’s one eye on him. Something about that attention made him really happy. “I think it’s about to get pretty epic in here, guys!” A Puss in a pair of sunglasses hollered from the bed as he hopped down. He scooped up both the still panting angry Puss and the nervously smiling Puss in blue and hugged them tight. “And I don’t know about all of you guys, but I am into it!” Puss Dos wasn’t sure if he was looking at him, but he did know that the penis was pointing in his direction. So, he pointed back. “Hey! Can I taste you next, other me?” --- “His name is Puss. Yes, Puss in Boots. And when the sun goes down, he walks all through the town…” Puss cheerfully hummed his personal theme song while he made his way across the tavern towards his room. It was unclear to him when his seductive jaunt had transitioned into a proud groove, but it didn’t matter at this point. At this moment he was proudly grooving towards his new friends. He was giddy with excitement once again at the idea of seeing the many Pusses in his room. It had been some time since he had attended to a guest that was not a lovely lady, after all. Perhaps his new friends would enjoy telling scary stories, or perhaps pillow fighting. The possibilities were endless! The striking cat had to stifle his giggling as he at last approached the door. It wouldn’t be proper for the most impressive cat in town to enter like a giggling schoolgirl after all. No, he needed to make a dramatic entrance. With a glorious kick to the door he announced himself, shouting a mighty, “Ha ha!” He would have continued from that point, but he was too caught off guard to announce his favored list of titles or glorious feats. For sitting at the edge of Puss’s bed was the image of himself; only naked, with his legs raised high and his dick hard and dripping. That may have been something Puss could handle. After all, he had seen himself naked and hard in the mirror plenty of times. However, this Puss was not merely striking a seductive pose. He was also very actively engaged in sexual action with several other Pusses. Puss’s mind was wracked with confusion as he watched his own mouth wrap around a feline dick connected to another him in sunglasses. It reeled as he watched his hands wrapped around two more identical dicks, all while his feet kicked with joy. And he was positive something inside him snapped when the him behind him let out a yowl and aimed his dick to cum all over his face. Based on the fur on Homosexual Puss’s face, that wasn’t even the first time. Trying to find somewhere for his mind to recuperate, Puss’s eyes darted around the room, but it didn’t help. Everywhere he looked there was another Puss masturbating. One in a pink cap was even playing with his own rear as he watched, barely even touching the hard dick between his legs. Another in a helmet wasn’t even playing with himself. He just watched hungrily with his tail wrapped around the waist and dick of a Puss in a cowboy hat. He was positive he would have spiraled further into sexual madness had something not smacked him on the shoulder. He reached for his sword reflexively, but his paw found nothing, which he proceeded to point threatening at the Puss that had touched him. This Puss wasn’t masturbating, thankfully, but that didn’t make Puss any more comfortable. He was still hard and naked apart from a dirty newsboy cap, and he was holding Puss in Boot’s sword and belt. “Oi, mate,” he paused to cough against a very uncomfortably sticky looking paw, “Are you alright there?” “Uh, yes, I am… alright…” Puss barely paid attention to the belt in Coughing Puss’s hand, even miming sheathing his sword as he turned towards the Puss in the center of all this carnage. He nearly turned away again when the cat pulled away from the penis he’d been tending and received another splash of semen as his reward for working with it so well. Puss chose to not think about how only one large spurt had escaped the dick, as it was no mystery where the rest had gone. “Uh, Homosexual Puss, while I respect you, I feel I should inform you that this is my room and-” The other Puss turned to smile at him as he spoke, and Puss froze. The smile was far too familiar. “Hi, other me!” The other cat greeted him cheerfully, as if it were any other day on the street. He even removed a paw from a dick just to wave. It was at this point that Puss in Boots realized it was not just any Homosexual Puss he was talking to. “Puss Dos?! Is that you?!” Puss Dos nodded while still bearing his fully innocent expression. “I think so!” It was utterly dizzying to watch him smile so normally even as a dick prodded against his cheek. “I was waiting, other me!” Puss Dos’s eyes lazily wandered downwards, and Puss followed them instinctively to the cat’s kicking feet and flickering tail. “Everyone was weird about it, but I saved the best, best part for you!” Puss’s mind once more reeled, not allowing himself to stare for long. However, attempting to avert his eyes just brought his attention once more to the orgy around him, and he was nearly lost in the overwhelming haze of lust once more. Thankfully, the Puss in the helmet, who had at some point moved onto his partner’s lap, caught his attention by speaking before it was too late. “It is true! Your slave was insistent that I cease at mere preparation! He is well trained!” “P-Preparation?” Puss’s inherent, feline curiosity sent his vision back to Puss Dos, specifically, the majesty of Puss Dos’s flicking tail and the tight, glistening, pink hole it led to. It was the one part of himself that he had never thought to admire in the mirror, but now that he could see it, even covered as it was by saliva, it was as stunning as every other piece of his glorious cat self. Though the idea was wrong on more levels than he could count, something about it was tempting. After all, if he were to lay with another man, wouldn’t it have to be another specimen as perfect as himself. An uncomfortable, but highly familiar tingling in his groin alerted the cat that his little head was thinking in much the same way his larger head was. Though there was still some remaining will, it was crumbling fast when Puss tore his eyes away from Puss Dos’s handsome rear and toward his handsome face. The innocent cat was still smiling at him just as he ever did, even now with three solid penis’s vying for his mouth’s attention. “Pretty please, pretty cat…” That was enough to break whatever resolve Puss had left. Only a tiny part of his mind remained intact to tell him to stop. Everything else shouted at him to forget the confusion of the situation and go with the flow. Perhaps he could think of this as merely another conquest of many to add to his list. Before that tiny voice could stop him, Puss moved on that conqueror’s instinct. His lower head had risen in full and taken total control. After flashing a seductive smile and tipping his hat, the cat moved in a single motion to the floor in front of Puss Dos. “As you wish, senora.” Acting on instinct, he ignored his error as he moved to wrap an arm around Puss Dos’s neck, readying for a kiss all while his penis aligned against the other cat’s wet sphincter. Puss Dos giggled as he was penetrated. Puss moved his hips with absolute precision and his sword with true aim that could not be doubted. He intended to be a gentle lover and only made the most minimal of penetrations before he moved in for the kiss. Though he had to admit to being a bit thrown off his game by the giggle, it was not the first time he had heard laughter in the bedroom, and it would not deter him from his routine. What would deter him from his routine, however, was Puss Dos. The other cat was evidently not so patient as to wait for a slow, seductive penetration. His paws rushed out and wrapped around Puss’s head before forcing him into a kiss. At the same time his lower paws lashed out and dug their claws into Puss’s hips before similarly encouraging him to come closer. Puss was far too shocked by too many things new things to maintain any sort of control. The bitter taste of cum on the tongue that was excitedly trying to force its way down his throat, the painful but encouraging tug of claws that hugged him just enough to force him to move at their command, and the unexpected squeezing of the cats rear were all too new for him as sensations. Much to his shame, from this point on Puss Dos had him by the metaphorical reigns. He was certain he could hear the other cat still giggling as he tried to devour his face. However, most of Puss’s senses were overwhelmed by his own panting and muffled screaming. His hips were moving not on well honed instinct, but the command of Puss Dos, pulled in tight before only being allowed just enough freedom to thrust once more. At the same time, his tongue was completely beaten back by that of his other self, forced to taste the semen of who knew how many other cats. He was utterly helpless! Worse, he was enjoying every second of it! The other gathered Pusses noticed of course. It was doubtlessly obvious. Mostly Puss just heard mutters and cheering. There was a “Hoorah, slave!” he made out and a cheer of “It’s getting epic in here!” that rang through the vaguer haze of sounds. However, one voice was somehow both clear and quiet; a sinister, handsome whisper seeming to speak right into his ear. “Now this is an opportunity I can’t pass up.” Puss’s muffled screaming became abruptly much more forceful, and his own claws dug into Puss Dos in a forceful hug. Someone had lifted his tail with a vicious tug, and that same someone was positioning a dick between his cheeks. Everything in his mind, both instinct and conscious, told him to strike back at the intruder. The overwhelming helplessness though; it was too intense to overcome. All that digging his claws into Puss Dos had done was spur the simple cat on further. Each one of Puss’s thrusts became deeper and his tongue was pulled into the other cat’s mouth to wrestle with it in its own, cum coated home. The mighty cat was powerless as he ended up thrusting his own backside onto the waiting dick of another Puss. He remained powerless as the cat thrust against him, and his own body betrayed him by squeezing so tightly against the rough painful intrusion. Each squeeze was a new shock, but it also drove him wild with pleasure as his own dick pulsed in Puss Dos’s body. A chorus of meows rang throughout the room, or perhaps only in Puss’s head. Regardless of their origins, they overwhelmed all sense of time. The only thing that Puss could orient himself to was the thrusts, and even that was impossible to track between his own pounding of Puss Dos, the intense intrusion of the dick behind him, and the occasional thrust of a dick against his and Puss Dos’s faces which threatened to break their kiss. He was, however, able to keep track of the cum as it covered his face and back. The masturbating Puss’s were not shy about showing off as they splashed the disgusting juice all over him. Similarly, he was able to keep track of when the intruder came, as he pulled out to similarly coat Puss’s tail. He was sure he could track his own egress as well. However, though he was sure he came at least once, Puss Dos did not let him stop, and even as the sensations of the thrusts threatened to become painfully sensitive, he did not become soft. Eventually, the chorus of meows quieted when Puss Dos finally removed his mouth from Puss’s face and his claws from Puss’s hips. In a second, the simple cat’s whole body went limp, and Puss barely maintained his footing enough to keep his other self from falling to the floor. Control slowly shifted back to him and his cock slipped out of Puss Dos’s cum coated hole as he looked over the dumbstruck cat. It took a moment for Puss to catch his breath, and while he did, he admired the image of the cat with his eyes rolled back in his head, face and chest absolutely coated in what could be called his own semen. It was… oddly beautiful. However, he could not linger on it for long, and once his breath returned, he unceremoniously dropped the cat and glared viciously around. He tried to stand tall as he did so, but his legs were a bit wobbly, doubtlessly from the effort he had just expended on Puss Dos, and he had to spread them to maintain his balance. “Wh-who was it who dares to- ugh!” He collapsed from the weakness in his legs suddenly striking him. Though he refused to acknowledge that it may have been caused by the wound inflicted upon in him the fury of passion, he would not stand for the wound, nonetheless. However, none of the other Pusses responded, engaged as they were it seemed in their own activities. The only ones that did grant him attention were those that had just cum on his face, as well as Puss Dos, though he only responded with a cheerful, “I’m okay!” Puss knew he would need some more time to compose himself to seek out the villain but looking around for them now just left him sinking once more into the cloudy haze of lust. First, he would need to remove that cloud. With a loud yowl he leapt to the bed and took control of the many Pusses once more. Though this time it was not with a proud cheerful walk, but with an unceremonious, even childish shout. “Everyone! Out of my room! At once!” --- From a rooftop nearby one Puss in a red-feathered hat that had already escaped was busy fanning himself as he watched a desperate ‘hero’ try to regain control of the orgy in his room. He cackled a moment to himself while the other Puss was busily trying to separate the other cats from each other, and a particularly satisfied laugh escaped him when he saw the idiot getting tackled out of view of the window. Doubtlessly he’d be entangled in more sex soon enough. “He may be a moron, but I’ll give him that he has a really nice ass. Maybe I’ll have to keep him around once I conquer this place.”