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She shifted to revel in the aftermath of the night before, feeling the way her hip joints and back fussed at the motion and the thrum of blood in the base of her tail that followed some nights with Mark.\n\nShe knew the border collie would never harm her, but she loved goading him to squeeze her just enough to underscore the fact that he could. Sometimes it may be lingering bruises around her wrists from where he pinned them above her head while railing her. Other times, she managed to convince him to wrap his long jaws around her neck and bite until she could feel her pulse arguing against the pressure of his teeth, a fitting complement to the building pressure of his knot growing within her with each stroke. The previous night ended up being a blur, but the familiar throb in her tail base meant that she had gotten him to once again to grip it hard enough to go numb as he used it for leverage while her thrust into her from behind.\n\nThe movement of her body in waking brought another sensation to the forefront. Some portion of him that had yet to leak from her depths rolled out from her tingling lips and wended its way through the fine, damp fur between her sex and her ass. She shivered momentarily, still processing the sensations of her body coming back online after a hard rest. She could already tell her bladder wasn’t going to let her remain in this reverie for long. More pressing, though, was the savage rumble that came from her stomach.\n\nIt wasn’t until after the beast within her roared that she became conscious of the smell of breakfast on the air, amid the lingering scents of sex on and around her. She rolled toward the edge of the mattress to swing her legs down to the floor and gasped as another trickle of border collie semen escaping from her. A puddle of it soaked into the sheets under her and into the already sticky fur of her backside. Just how much had he pumped into her last night?\n\nThe scents in the room were muddied. She could smell him and her…and Melissa. She rubbed her face, as memories surfaced of her little conspiracy with her daughter that had culminated in the crossing of a line for someone she considered a friend, in addition to being a great fuck. Post nut clarity, especially with the pale gold rays of morning stabbing through the curtains, was a particular bitch that morning. Lust is a powerful drug, she thought blinking her eyes to clear the sleep from them. Why the hell had she let it go this far?\n\nThere was a clatter of utensils and dishes from the other side of her slightly cracked door. The aromas of bacon and coffee had that monster in her gut rattling its cage. Pissing could probably wait. Food and a conversation probably couldn’t.\n\nThe grey cat stood, wobbled a little on unsteady legs, and stepped out into the hallway. At the end where it met the kitchen and dining area, she could see Pumpkin sitting patiently, staring at something around the corner and licking his lips. He caught the movement of her coming down the hall and gave a wag of greeting but quickly turned his head back to his original focus, in that exaggerated way of a big dog anticipating something good. There came a murmur of voices floating into her ears that she paused to hear.\n\n“…and then, Aunty Sarah said that I didn’t do anything wrong, ‘cause she did it too. Mama said the same thing,” the kitten was babbling. “I still feel bad about it, though.”\n\nMark’s voice followed, “They aren’t wrong, really. You’re still little and curious. Trying to learn and figure things out is natural. When you get a little older, you’ll understand where the bad feeling comes from, though.”\n\n“Where?”\n\n“Well, think about it like this: if you were doing something just for you—like coloring something that you didn’t want someone else to see, at least yet—and found out someone was watching you do it, you’d feel yucky, yeah?”\n\n“Like a secret?”\n\n“Kinda, yeah.”\n\nThe kitten paused and replied, “Yeah…”\n\nHe chuckled at the fall in her voice. “It’s all right, Missa. Remember, you didn’t know about any of that, you just tried to figure out what some sounds were and then what some sights were. It’s something to think about for the future, is all. You should always remember to respect other people’s privacy the same way you’d want them to respect yours.”\n\nVal smirked, leaning against the wall. If the orange bastard she’d married in the middle of university had had half the emotional intelligence of this intermittent friend-with-benefits, she thought, maybe she wouldn’t have ended up stuck trying to raise her daughter more or less alone. One corner of her mouth pulled back in a wry smirk. No, he wasn’t the only immature one. She had her share of the blame. Shit, she probably still had plenty of maturing to do, considering.\n\n“Mark?” \n\nMelissa’s voice broke Val out of her self-reflection, and she continued down the hall. At the point where the hallway opened up into the dining area and kitchen, she found the border collie sitting at the kitchen table with his left side toward her. The angle was just right to see that the kitten was sitting in his lap, legs casually swinging in the air. She was wearing one of her nightshirts and leaning back against the man’s chest, head tilted to look up at his face.\n\n“Hmm?”\n\n“Do you love Mama?”\n\nThe dog smiled and tipped his muzzle down so he could catch the girl’s eyes.\n\n“Now, where’d that come from?”\n\nThe kitten shrugged against his fuzzy chest.\n\nHe brought a coffee cup to his lips and took a sip to buy some time for thought.\n\nSetting the cup back on the table, he said, “The easy answer is, yeah, I probably do. The hard answer is, I don’t really know.”\n\n“Why not?” asked the kitten with no small amount of confusion.\n\nHe let a long breath flutter out through his jowls and said, “Love’s complicated, Missa. It means so many different things to different people. And when you start to think about it outside of how you see it yourself, you start to wonder if maybe you’re wrong.”\n\n“That’s dumb.”\n\nMark laughed deeply at that, jostling the poor kitten on his lap. She squeaked and her kicking stopped.\n\n“Sorry, hon,” the dog said, adjusting her slightly on his lap. “I know it sounds dumb, but I bet most grownup stuff does.”\n\n“Yeah,” she said wiggling a little. “Mmm…Mark?”\n\n“Hmm?”\n\n“Do you love me?”\n\nHe chuckled and asked, “Promise not to get mad?”\n\nThe girl’s head craned sharply and she frowned.\n\nHe patted her head and said, “It’s the same answer, Missa.”\n\nShe relaxed a bit, leaning back into his chest again.\n\n“If you didn’t think of other people, just you, do you love us?”\n\nHe rested his chin on her head.\n\n“Yeah, I do,” he said with a smile that had a strange hint of sadness.\n\n“You guys are too precious,” Valerie said as she stepped into the room.\n\nMelissa perked up and swiveled her head to look at her mother.\n\n“Mornin’, Mama!”\n\nMark turned and said, “Well, hey, pretty lady!”\n\n“How long have you two been up?” she asked, reaching the table and sliding a piece of bacon off a platter. “Long enough to make breakfast, I see. Melissa must have taught you how to be a ghost, I never heard a thing.”\n\nThe girl giggled and the man gave an odd shiver.\n\n“Long enough, yep,” he said. “Now that you’re here, though, I’ve got something important to ask.”\n\nMama crunched on the bacon and replied, “What’s that?”\n\n“Were you like this when you were her age?”\n\nThe grey cat cocked her head.\n\n“I mean, I didn’t start being interested in sex until I was…” her eyes wandered the ceiling through the pause, “like, nine? I think the first time I remember fingering myself was around ten or eleven. I didn’t have sex until I was sixteen, though. Well…guy-girl stuff. Ballet summer camp was single-gender, but teenage girls with raging hormones, limber bodies, and lots of physical contact throughout days of intense training will find ways to relieve the stress once the lights are off.”\n\n“Jesus…I think I was maybe thirteen or fourteen when I found my first dirty magazine in the woods and started making sense of what things were and what to do with them.”\n\nShe laughed and stole a sip from the border collie’s coffee mug.\n\n“I think I was a tad early. I had a couple of school friends who started because of conversations we had, but I don’t know about anyone else.” She perked up and added, “Mm! My friend Sarah, the gal we got Pumpkin from, she told me she was about eight.”\n\nShe extended his mug to him and he accepted it, shaking his head.\n\n“Thank fuck I keep fit,” he said after a sip. When he caught the profanity, he said, “Oh! My bad,” clapping his other paw over his muzzle.\n\nBoth of the cats giggled and responded in unison, “There are no bad words in this apartment.”\n\nVal decided to refill Mark’s mug and make her own, so she took it back from him and moved over to the kitchen counter. She hummed softly as she worked, swaying slightly back and forth in that way of someone dancing quietly to themself. The border collie watched her smooth movements, the serpentine grace of her tail, the subtle roll of her hips from side to side. As his eyes followed the motion, they caught the creased fur of her tail base and the mix of dampness and dried aftermath from her crotch down her inner thighs.\n\nMelissa gasped and said, “Ooh! You twitched!”\n\n“It does that, Missa, especially when I see a beautiful naked woman.”\n\nTurning back with the mugs, Valerie grinned down at the seated man. She placed his mug in front of him and leaned down for a kiss. He raised his right paw and held her face as he reciprocated.\n\nThe girl squirmed on his lap and squeaked, “You’re getting bigger again!”\n\nThinking the kitten meant that Mark was getting an erection, the grey cat licked her lips and reached down to slide her paw under Melissa and tease him.\n\n“Oh!” Valerie gasped.\n\n“This is what I’m talking about! Miss Missa here helped me get breakfast ready, then jumped in my lap and just…hoarded all the sausage, so to speak.”\n\nBeneath the girl’s nightshirt, Mark’s cock was buried to the hilt inside her. Their union leaked with the seed that had nowhere left to go. At the sensation of Mama’s fur tickling her bare, stretched pussy, Melissa jolted and curled her toes. Her little paws grasped the table edge and her back arched, pushing her hips harder against the man. The both rolled through an intense series of contractions that squeezed and milked his knot. His head fell back and a small yelp broke out. Val plopped into the nearest free chair.\n\nThere were a lot of thoughts swimming through her head. It seemed like Mark was at least not upset about the way they had used him and at best down with it. She turned her mug on the table, trying to figure out what to say. She watched as the border collie reached for his cup with his left hand, his right moving to hold the kitten steady as he shifted. The paw on Melissa’s belly started idly stroking her as he settled his back against the chair and took a drink. For a moment, his gaze drifted into the distance. The woman wasn’t sure if it was just the fog of climax or if he was lost in thought.\n\nBreaking the silence and settling the debate, he said, “I don’t know if you’re worried about how I’m feeling about last night. It’s probably obvious,” he nodded toward the indecent act playing out in his lap, “but I’m not opposed to it enough to stop, and I’m not mad at you guys.” It looked like Val was going to speak, but he continued, “Of course, it’s not sitting well with me. I can’t even count the ways that this is wrong, but,” the paw caressing the kitten’s belly drew her a little tighter against his own, “I can count the ways that it feels good, and I’m not just talking about warm pussy around my dick.\n\n“I wasn’t lying a minute ago. Setting aside what people would think about this, setting aside what people would think about the loose kinda fuck-buddy relationship you and I have, I do love you two. I’ve known y’all since you moved into the complex…what…two, three years ago? We hang out, we talk, we help each other out. At the very least we’re friends.”\n\nHe paused for a moment with a look on his face like he was still trying to sort out the things he was putting into words.\n\n“My childhood sucked, Val. Now isn’t the time to bring it all up, but it was real shitty. Before it got bad—at least, before it got bad enough that even I could tell—what I remember fondly was the smell. We were so…together…that our scents blended together. I was a little bit younger than this,” he patted Missa’s tummy, drawing a hum from the purring girl, “when it changed. From then on, I just smelled like me.\n\n“Except for the times when you and I hooked up, Val, that how it’s always been. I played it off as it being my first time with a cat, but you were my first-first. Yours was the first scent in my fur, other than mine, that I woke up to. The fact that we’ve been friends helped me justify the way I was feeling. I still have a lot of maturing to do, but I knew it wouldn’t be healthy to just immediately call that love. You aren’t a replacement for my awful parents, and it would be unfair to act like that shadow wasn’t hanging over us the whole time”\n\nVal’s green eyes stayed on his face as he talked, even when he looked away to think. \n\nShe asked, “But you feel safe saying that you love me now? What changed?”\n\nHe glanced back at her, his deep brown eyes had a bit of moisture clinging to the edges as he replied, “I realized something in amongst all the insanity last night. I think the craziness of what we were all doing sorta covered up what was going on in the back of my head. Before I drifted off, after that last hard go with you, I listened to y’all breathing on either side of me. I thought about the way our scents blended, the warmth, and in that one drowsy moment looked past the surreal circumstances.\n\n“There ain’t a lot of difference between what a friend is and what family is. The only difference, really, is that ‘family’ tends to mean the people you share blood or cum with. And, maybe, that’s what broke for me.” He swirled the coffee in his mug and explained, “Family of blood doesn’t have a damned thing to do with love. They’re the people we’re stuck with because we were born with ‘em. Some blood loves blood, some don’t. Families of friends are only about love, because that’s the only thing keeping them in orbit around each other. That seed sprouted when I had y’all rubbing all over me and the scent thing stuck in my head. The more I thought about it, especially when Missa asked just now, the more it dawned on me that you guys are more family than I’ve ever had and that calling the way I’ve felt about y’all for a long time now anything but love is disrespectful to all of us. I can separate that feeling from the sex, turn it over in my head, and it’s still love.”\n\nMelissa’s paw rested on his over her stomach, as she looked back up at him and said, “I love you too, Mark!”\n\nHe gave her a squeeze and a little bit of the moisture in his eyes managed to coalesce into something that could roll down his cheek. Mama gazed at the two of them with a soft smile.\n\nThe woman nodded and said, “I can’t say I don’t feel the same way. It is complicated and dumb, but I get what you mean. It feels like it shouldn’t be love, but it also feels like it couldn’t be anything else.” She gestured at the kitten with her mug and continued, “She wanted you because everything about what she feels from and about you is love. I wanted you for the same reason, even if I told myself it was because I just really needed you to dick me down. I agreed to help her make it happen, knowing that it could blow up in our faces, because I love you and trusted you with her…with both of us.”\n\nThe corners of the border collie’s mouth pulled down in a painful expression of joy. His cheeks were wet, and he blinked to clear his eyes. He looked away, because holding either of their eyes threatened to break floodgates he wasn’t ready to lose. Mark swallowed hard and nodded.\n\n“Thank you,” he whispered.\n\nThey were all on the verge of openly weeping, the adults from the emotion heavy between them and Missa from the empathic sense that something deep and confusing was going on. In an act of accidental salvation, Pumpkin set off a ridiculous chain of events with one involuntary action.\n\nThe golden retriever was oblivious to the heart-to-heart. He kept shuffling his front feet and licking his lips. His eyes flicked frantically between the talking people and the table, from which the smell of bacon continued to drift. 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Valerie woke to the burble of pigeons outside her bedroom window. Even before the lithe grey cat’s emerald eyes fluttered open to greet the dim room, she felt two things: she was alone in her disheveled bed, and her whole body was a gradient of delicious soreness that concentrated in her pelvis. She shifted to revel in the aftermath of the night before, feeling the way her hip joints and back fussed at the motion and the thrum of blood in the base of her tail that followed some nights with Mark.

She knew the border collie would never harm her, but she loved goading him to squeeze her just enough to underscore the fact that he could. Sometimes it may be lingering bruises around her wrists from where he pinned them above her head while railing her. Other times, she managed to convince him to wrap his long jaws around her neck and bite until she could feel her pulse arguing against the pressure of his teeth, a fitting complement to the building pressure of his knot growing within her with each stroke. The previous night ended up being a blur, but the familiar throb in her tail base meant that she had gotten him to once again to grip it hard enough to go numb as he used it for leverage while her thrust into her from behind.

The movement of her body in waking brought another sensation to the forefront. Some portion of him that had yet to leak from her depths rolled out from her tingling lips and wended its way through the fine, damp fur between her sex and her ass. She shivered momentarily, still processing the sensations of her body coming back online after a hard rest. She could already tell her bladder wasn’t going to let her remain in this reverie for long. More pressing, though, was the savage rumble that came from her stomach.

It wasn’t until after the beast within her roared that she became conscious of the smell of breakfast on the air, amid the lingering scents of sex on and around her. She rolled toward the edge of the mattress to swing her legs down to the floor and gasped as another trickle of border collie semen escaping from her. A puddle of it soaked into the sheets under her and into the already sticky fur of her backside. Just how much had he pumped into her last night?

The scents in the room were muddied. She could smell him and her…and Melissa. She rubbed her face, as memories surfaced of her little conspiracy with her daughter that had culminated in the crossing of a line for someone she considered a friend, in addition to being a great fuck. Post nut clarity, especially with the pale gold rays of morning stabbing through the curtains, was a particular bitch that morning. Lust is a powerful drug, she thought blinking her eyes to clear the sleep from them. Why the hell had she let it go this far?

There was a clatter of utensils and dishes from the other side of her slightly cracked door. The aromas of bacon and coffee had that monster in her gut rattling its cage. Pissing could probably wait. Food and a conversation probably couldn’t.

The grey cat stood, wobbled a little on unsteady legs, and stepped out into the hallway. At the end where it met the kitchen and dining area, she could see Pumpkin sitting patiently, staring at something around the corner and licking his lips. He caught the movement of her coming down the hall and gave a wag of greeting but quickly turned his head back to his original focus, in that exaggerated way of a big dog anticipating something good. There came a murmur of voices floating into her ears that she paused to hear.

“…and then, Aunty Sarah said that I didn’t do anything wrong, ‘cause she did it too. Mama said the same thing,” the kitten was babbling. “I still feel bad about it, though.”

Mark’s voice followed, “They aren’t wrong, really. You’re still little and curious. Trying to learn and figure things out is natural. When you get a little older, you’ll understand where the bad feeling comes from, though.”

“Where?”

“Well, think about it like this: if you were doing something just for you—like coloring something that you didn’t want someone else to see, at least yet—and found out someone was watching you do it, you’d feel yucky, yeah?”

“Like a secret?”

“Kinda, yeah.”

The kitten paused and replied, “Yeah…”

He chuckled at the fall in her voice. “It’s all right, Missa. Remember, you didn’t know about any of that, you just tried to figure out what some sounds were and then what some sights were. It’s something to think about for the future, is all. You should always remember to respect other people’s privacy the same way you’d want them to respect yours.”

Val smirked, leaning against the wall. If the orange bastard she’d married in the middle of university had had half the emotional intelligence of this intermittent friend-with-benefits, she thought, maybe she wouldn’t have ended up stuck trying to raise her daughter more or less alone. One corner of her mouth pulled back in a wry smirk. No, he wasn’t the only immature one. She had her share of the blame. Shit, she probably still had plenty of maturing to do, considering.

“Mark?”

Melissa’s voice broke Val out of her self-reflection, and she continued down the hall. At the point where the hallway opened up into the dining area and kitchen, she found the border collie sitting at the kitchen table with his left side toward her. The angle was just right to see that the kitten was sitting in his lap, legs casually swinging in the air. She was wearing one of her nightshirts and leaning back against the man’s chest, head tilted to look up at his face.

“Hmm?”

“Do you love Mama?”

The dog smiled and tipped his muzzle down so he could catch the girl’s eyes.

“Now, where’d that come from?”

The kitten shrugged against his fuzzy chest.

He brought a coffee cup to his lips and took a sip to buy some time for thought.

Setting the cup back on the table, he said, “The easy answer is, yeah, I probably do. The hard answer is, I don’t really know.”

“Why not?” asked the kitten with no small amount of confusion.

He let a long breath flutter out through his jowls and said, “Love’s complicated, Missa. It means so many different things to different people. And when you start to think about it outside of how you see it yourself, you start to wonder if maybe you’re wrong.”

“That’s dumb.”

Mark laughed deeply at that, jostling the poor kitten on his lap. She squeaked and her kicking stopped.

“Sorry, hon,” the dog said, adjusting her slightly on his lap. “I know it sounds dumb, but I bet most grownup stuff does.”

“Yeah,” she said wiggling a little. “Mmm…Mark?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you love me?”

He chuckled and asked, “Promise not to get mad?”

The girl’s head craned sharply and she frowned.

He patted her head and said, “It’s the same answer, Missa.”

She relaxed a bit, leaning back into his chest again.

“If you didn’t think of other people, just you, do you love us?”

He rested his chin on her head.

“Yeah, I do,” he said with a smile that had a strange hint of sadness.

“You guys are too precious,” Valerie said as she stepped into the room.

Melissa perked up and swiveled her head to look at her mother.

“Mornin’, Mama!”

Mark turned and said, “Well, hey, pretty lady!”

“How long have you two been up?” she asked, reaching the table and sliding a piece of bacon off a platter. “Long enough to make breakfast, I see. Melissa must have taught you how to be a ghost, I never heard a thing.”

The girl giggled and the man gave an odd shiver.

“Long enough, yep,” he said. “Now that you’re here, though, I’ve got something important to ask.”

Mama crunched on the bacon and replied, “What’s that?”

“Were you like this when you were her age?”

The grey cat cocked her head.

“I mean, I didn’t start being interested in sex until I was…” her eyes wandered the ceiling through the pause, “like, nine? I think the first time I remember fingering myself was around ten or eleven. I didn’t have sex until I was sixteen, though. Well…guy-girl stuff. Ballet summer camp was single-gender, but teenage girls with raging hormones, limber bodies, and lots of physical contact throughout days of intense training will find ways to relieve the stress once the lights are off.”

“Jesus…I think I was maybe thirteen or fourteen when I found my first dirty magazine in the woods and started making sense of what things were and what to do with them.”

She laughed and stole a sip from the border collie’s coffee mug.

“I think I was a tad early. I had a couple of school friends who started because of conversations we had, but I don’t know about anyone else.” She perked up and added, “Mm! My friend Sarah, the gal we got Pumpkin from, she told me she was about eight.”

She extended his mug to him and he accepted it, shaking his head.

“Thank fuck I keep fit,” he said after a sip. When he caught the profanity, he said, “Oh! My bad,” clapping his other paw over his muzzle.

Both of the cats giggled and responded in unison, “There are no bad words in this apartment.”

Val decided to refill Mark’s mug and make her own, so she took it back from him and moved over to the kitchen counter. She hummed softly as she worked, swaying slightly back and forth in that way of someone dancing quietly to themself. The border collie watched her smooth movements, the serpentine grace of her tail, the subtle roll of her hips from side to side. As his eyes followed the motion, they caught the creased fur of her tail base and the mix of dampness and dried aftermath from her crotch down her inner thighs.

Melissa gasped and said, “Ooh! You twitched!”

“It does that, Missa, especially when I see a beautiful naked woman.”

Turning back with the mugs, Valerie grinned down at the seated man. She placed his mug in front of him and leaned down for a kiss. He raised his right paw and held her face as he reciprocated.

The girl squirmed on his lap and squeaked, “You’re getting bigger again!”

Thinking the kitten meant that Mark was getting an erection, the grey cat licked her lips and reached down to slide her paw under Melissa and tease him.

“Oh!” Valerie gasped.

“This is what I’m talking about! Miss Missa here helped me get breakfast ready, then jumped in my lap and just…hoarded all the sausage, so to speak.”

Beneath the girl’s nightshirt, Mark’s cock was buried to the hilt inside her. Their union leaked with the seed that had nowhere left to go. At the sensation of Mama’s fur tickling her bare, stretched pussy, Melissa jolted and curled her toes. Her little paws grasped the table edge and her back arched, pushing her hips harder against the man. The both rolled through an intense series of contractions that squeezed and milked his knot. His head fell back and a small yelp broke out. Val plopped into the nearest free chair.

There were a lot of thoughts swimming through her head. It seemed like Mark was at least not upset about the way they had used him and at best down with it. She turned her mug on the table, trying to figure out what to say. She watched as the border collie reached for his cup with his left hand, his right moving to hold the kitten steady as he shifted. The paw on Melissa’s belly started idly stroking her as he settled his back against the chair and took a drink. For a moment, his gaze drifted into the distance. The woman wasn’t sure if it was just the fog of climax or if he was lost in thought.

Breaking the silence and settling the debate, he said, “I don’t know if you’re worried about how I’m feeling about last night. It’s probably obvious,” he nodded toward the indecent act playing out in his lap, “but I’m not opposed to it enough to stop, and I’m not mad at you guys.” It looked like Val was going to speak, but he continued, “Of course, it’s not sitting well with me. I can’t even count the ways that this is wrong, but,” the paw caressing the kitten’s belly drew her a little tighter against his own, “I can count the ways that it feels good, and I’m not just talking about warm pussy around my dick.

“I wasn’t lying a minute ago. Setting aside what people would think about this, setting aside what people would think about the loose kinda fuck-buddy relationship you and I have, I do love you two. I’ve known y’all since you moved into the complex…what…two, three years ago? We hang out, we talk, we help each other out. At the very least we’re friends.”

He paused for a moment with a look on his face like he was still trying to sort out the things he was putting into words.

“My childhood sucked, Val. Now isn’t the time to bring it all up, but it was real shitty. Before it got bad—at least, before it got bad enough that even I could tell—what I remember fondly was the smell. We were so…together…that our scents blended together. I was a little bit younger than this,” he patted Missa’s tummy, drawing a hum from the purring girl, “when it changed. From then on, I just smelled like me.

“Except for the times when you and I hooked up, Val, that how it’s always been. I played it off as it being my first time with a cat, but you were my first-first. Yours was the first scent in my fur, other than mine, that I woke up to. The fact that we’ve been friends helped me justify the way I was feeling. I still have a lot of maturing to do, but I knew it wouldn’t be healthy to just immediately call that love. You aren’t a replacement for my awful parents, and it would be unfair to act like that shadow wasn’t hanging over us the whole time”

Val’s green eyes stayed on his face as he talked, even when he looked away to think.

She asked, “But you feel safe saying that you love me now? What changed?”

He glanced back at her, his deep brown eyes had a bit of moisture clinging to the edges as he replied, “I realized something in amongst all the insanity last night. I think the craziness of what we were all doing sorta covered up what was going on in the back of my head. Before I drifted off, after that last hard go with you, I listened to y’all breathing on either side of me. I thought about the way our scents blended, the warmth, and in that one drowsy moment looked past the surreal circumstances.

“There ain’t a lot of difference between what a friend is and what family is. The only difference, really, is that ‘family’ tends to mean the people you share blood or cum with. And, maybe, that’s what broke for me.” He swirled the coffee in his mug and explained, “Family of blood doesn’t have a damned thing to do with love. They’re the people we’re stuck with because we were born with ‘em. Some blood loves blood, some don’t. Families of friends are only about love, because that’s the only thing keeping them in orbit around each other. That seed sprouted when I had y’all rubbing all over me and the scent thing stuck in my head. The more I thought about it, especially when Missa asked just now, the more it dawned on me that you guys are more family than I’ve ever had and that calling the way I’ve felt about y’all for a long time now anything but love is disrespectful to all of us. I can separate that feeling from the sex, turn it over in my head, and it’s still love.”

Melissa’s paw rested on his over her stomach, as she looked back up at him and said, “I love you too, Mark!”

He gave her a squeeze and a little bit of the moisture in his eyes managed to coalesce into something that could roll down his cheek. Mama gazed at the two of them with a soft smile.

The woman nodded and said, “I can’t say I don’t feel the same way. It is complicated and dumb, but I get what you mean. It feels like it shouldn’t be love, but it also feels like it couldn’t be anything else.” She gestured at the kitten with her mug and continued, “She wanted you because everything about what she feels from and about you is love. I wanted you for the same reason, even if I told myself it was because I just really needed you to dick me down. I agreed to help her make it happen, knowing that it could blow up in our faces, because I love you and trusted you with her…with both of us.”

The corners of the border collie’s mouth pulled down in a painful expression of joy. His cheeks were wet, and he blinked to clear his eyes. He looked away, because holding either of their eyes threatened to break floodgates he wasn’t ready to lose. Mark swallowed hard and nodded.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

They were all on the verge of openly weeping, the adults from the emotion heavy between them and Missa from the empathic sense that something deep and confusing was going on. In an act of accidental salvation, Pumpkin set off a ridiculous chain of events with one involuntary action.

The golden retriever was oblivious to the heart-to-heart. He kept shuffling his front feet and licking his lips. His eyes flicked frantically between the talking people and the table, from which the smell of bacon continued to drift. He gave a soft “boof” as the conversation died down, then loudly burped. The trio were lost in their thoughts, shared and otherwise, but there are few things in the world more jarring to a somber atmosphere than the ragged, obscene noise of a dog belch. Mark, Valerie, and Melissa broke out laughing in unison. This excited the dog further, and he was suddenly standing and full-body wagging, eyes pointedly directing them to the table. His expression pleaded for someone to throw him a proverbial bone.

Humor in a heavy moment is a glorious thing. It hits harder and lasts longer than it has any need to. This laughter was deep and belly-cramping. Valerie collapsed on the table, head on her arms as she fought to catch her breath. Mark leaning his head back and guffawed at the ceiling, body shaking. Melissa held her stomach and doubled over, cackling uncontrollably. Then, what had happened before happened again: the muscles clenching in the girl’s core deemed that there was no room in her tiny frame for laughter and an occupant at the same time. She expelled the border collie’s cock with an incredible splatch that was promptly followed by a series of splatters and queefs that drove all three of them into wheezing fits.

The kitchen floor was a mess. Pumpkin whined in frustration and laid down on the floor, chin on paws and eyes forlorn. It took all three of them long minutes to settle down, after which Valerie had to excuse herself to the master bath in a hurry. The unexpected laughter had finally pushed her bladder to the edge and a little past. Mark set Melissa on her feet on the floor, waiting to let her go until he was sure she could hold herself up. While she went to the hallway bathroom to tidy up and take care of her own business, Mark tossed the retriever a couple strips of bacon and set about mopping up the horror show on his chair and the floor.

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