Tamara, Kiki, Piper

The moving boxes had been sitting in the corner for three days. They all had "TAMARA" written on the side in Sharpie. Today was the day. The day your girlfriend finally brought her last things and moved in. Your catgirl Kiki paced the living room, her black tail flicking in fast, agitated strokes. Her ears were flat against her head. She'd been like this since you told her. "I just don't get it." She stopped in front of you, arms crossed over her black crop top. "Three months. You've known her three months. Do you even know her? Like, actually know her? What's her middle name? What's her favorite color? Does she snore?" She threw her hands up. “Who moves in with someone after three months? That's insane. That's actually insane." You'd stopped trying to calm her down around day two. "And her lease was up?" Kiki's green eyes narrowed. “Convenient. Super convenient. Her lease just happened to end right when you started dating. Sure. That's not suspicious at all." She started pacing again, her bare feet padding against the floor. “What if she's using you? What if she's one of those girls who just needs a place to stay and tells guys whatever they want to hear?" She whipped around. "And she has a dog." The word came out like she'd bitten into something rotten. “A dog, {user}. In my home. Do you know what dogs do? They're loud. They're annoying. They smell. They take up space." Her tail lashed. “They're needy." As if on cue, a car door slammed outside. Kiki's ears snapped upright. Her whole body went rigid. "No," she breathed. “No, no, no…” A knock at the door. Kiki grabbed your arm before you could move, her fingers digging in. “This is a mistake," she hissed. “This is a huge mistake, and you're going to realize it when she's stolen your stuff and her stupid dog has chewed up everything you own and…” You pulled your arm free and headed for the door. Kiki followed, her posture rigid, her expression murder. You opened the door. Tamara stood on the steps, a rolling suitcase behind her, her pink and purple pixie cut catching the afternoon light. She was already grinning, bouncing slightly on her heels. "Hi!" She launched herself at you, arms wrapping around your neck, and kissed you. "Oh my god, I'm so excited, I've been packed for like three days, I couldn't sleep last night, I kept thinking about where I was gonna put my stuff and…” She pulled back, still beaming. “The movers are coming with the rest in like two hours, I just wanted to get here, I wanted to…” Her eyes landed on Kiki. "Oh!" Tamara's smile softened. “You must be Kiki! I've heard so much about you!" She extended a hand. “I'm Tamara. I'm so excited to live together, I think it's gonna be so great, we can…” Kiki stared at her hand. "Hi," she said flatly. She didn't take it. Tamara's hand hovered for a moment before she pulled it back, her smile faltering. "Oh, um…” Tamara laughed, a little too high. “I get it, new person, weird energy, totally understandable, I'm sure we'll…” A blur of blonde and motion shot past both of you. “Oh my god, it's so BIG!" Piper bounded into the living room, her floppy ears bouncing, her tail wagging so hard her whole body shook. She spun in a circle, taking in the couch, the TV, the boxes, her oversized sweater slipping off one shoulder. “Tamara, look! Look at all the space! There's a window! And a couch! And…” She froze. Her blue eyes locked onto Kiki. Kiki's ears pressed flat. Piper was in front of her before anyone could react, leaning down, her tail a blur, sniffing. "You smell nice," Piper announced. “Like... like home." Her whole face lit up. “Are we gonna be friends? I wanna be friends. We should totally be friends. Do you like fetch? I love fetch. We could…” Kiki shuddered. "Get," she said slowly to Tamara, “your dog face out of my space."

The boxes could wait until morning. Tamara had said it three times: “We can unpack later, we can unpack later" between kisses, her hands pulling at your shirt, her hips pressing into yours. The movers had come and gone. Piper had been settled on the cot in the living room with her pillow and a blanket. The apartment was quiet. You'd made it to the bedroom. Tamara's clothes came off in pieces. Her shirt first, then her bra, her thick breasts spilling free, then her pants kicked somewhere toward the closet. She'd pulled you onto the bed, straddled you, her tattooed arm braced against your chest. "I've been thinking about this all day," she breathed against your mouth. “All week. God, I wanted…” Her hand slid down your stomach. Found your belt. She yanked it open with practiced urgency, then your pants, then your underwear, and made a soft, satisfied sound. "Mmm." She run her fingers between her legs and got the reaction she wanted from you. “There we go." She shifted, lowered herself, her thick thighs bracketing your hips. Her breasts hung heavy, swaying as she moved. She was already wet, had been since she pulled you into the bedroom. "Fuck." Her head tipped back. “God, I can’t wait to feel you…” A creak. Footsteps. Kiki padded through the open doorway, her black tail low, her ears relaxed, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt that hung off one shoulder. She didn't look at you. Didn't look at Tamara. She walked to the foot of the bed, grabbed the edge of the duvet, and dropped onto the mattress. She curled into a ball. Right at your feet. Tamara froze. "Um." Her voice pitched up. “Hey, Kiki. So, we're… we're kind of in the middle of…” "This is my bed." Kiki pulled the blanket tighter. “I've slept here for three years. I'm not moving." "You can't just…” "It's fine." Kiki's tail flicked once. “Do whatever you want. I'll be here." Tamara stared at her. Looked down at you. "She's not serious," Tamara said quietly. "Tell me she's not serious."

The bedroom was dark except for the streetlight filtering through the blinds. Tamara lay tangled in the sheets beside you, her pink and purple hair plastered to her forehead, her ample chest still rising and falling in uneven rhythms. The air smelled like sweat and sex. Her thigh was draped over yours, her arm stretched across your chest, her fingers idly drawing shapes on your skin. "That was good." She meant it as a whisper but her voice came out hoarse. "That was really, really good." She laughed and pressed her face into your shoulder. “Sorry I got loud. I know Kiki can probably hear and that's super awkward, but I just…” She made a frustrated noise. “I can't help it. It's like my mouth has its own brain when you're doing that thing with your…” She trailed off. The silence stretched. Then Piper barked. Outside the bedroom door. It was distant. You had banished her and Kiki to the living room tonight. Kiki was furious but accepted it as a “just one night” arrangement. Piper had been confused (“But I always sleep with Tamara") but Tamara had gently guided her out with promises of breakfast and extra pets in the morning. The door had barely clicked shut before Tamara was on you. Now, the quiet was heavy. Tamara's fingers stopped moving. "I wasn't always like this," she said quietly. "The… everything. The loud. The too much." Her hand flattened against your chest. "My freshman year, I dated this guy. Dave. He was…” She swallowed. "He was so normal. Quiet. Studious. And I thought that's what I wanted. Someone who could balance me out." Her body tensed against yours. "He broke up with me after three months. Said I was exhausting. That being around me felt like 'living inside a firework display.' That he needed someone who could just... sit still." Her voice went thin. “Who could calm down." She pulled the sheet up over her bare chest. "Then there was Jen. Junior year. She was… She was the opposite. She loved it at first. Said I was 'infectious.' Said I made her feel alive." She gaped at the ceiling. “She left too. Said I was 'draining her battery.' That she couldn't keep up. That she needed someone with less energy." A tear slipped down her temple. "When I found Piper…” Her voice cracked. "It was selfish. I know it was. But she's the only one who's never looked at me like I'm too much. She matches me. She keeps up. She wants to be around me." Another tear. Then another. "And now I have you." She inhaled sharply. "And I'm so fucking scared, because you're so patient, and you're so kind, and you don't tell me to shut up, and I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. For you to wake up one day and realize…” She stopped herself. Pressed her face harder into your shoulder. Her body shook with something that might have been a sob. "I don't want to be too much," she whispered. “I just want to be enough." Outside, Piper whined in her sleep. Tamara's fingers curled into your chest. "Tell me you won't get tired of me," she breathed. “Just… lie if you have to. I don't care. I just need to hear it."

It started with fidgeting. Piper had been on the couch for twenty minutes, squirming, her tail thumping against the cushions in uneven rhythms. Her floppy ears kept twitching. She'd pulled her oversized sweater down, then up, then down again, like she couldn't get comfortable. Her thighs kept pressing together. "Hey, puppy." Tamara glanced over from the armchair. “You okay?" "I don't know." Piper shifted again. Her knees rubbed together. “I feel... weird." "Weird how?" "Like." Piper’s nose scrunched. “Like I need something. But I don't know what." Her blue eyes drifted toward you. Her tail picked up speed. You were on the other end of the couch. Maybe six feet of space between you. Piper began looking at that space like it personally offended her. "Hey, um…” Tamara sat forward. “Why don't you go get your pillow? From your cot? The one you use when you get like this?" "But I'm not tired,” Piper said, her tail smacking against the couch. "It's not for sleeping, it's for…” Tamara stopped. Pressed her lips together. “You know what, let me get it for you." "I don't wanna move." Piper whined. “I wanna stay here. I wanna…” She crawled across the couch. It wasn't subtle. It wasn't graceful. She dragged herself over the cushions on hands and knees, her large breasts swaying beneath her sweater, her ass lifting as she moved. She stopped right next to you, pressed her side against yours, and sighed. "Better," she murmured. Her body was warm. Too warm. Heat radiated through the thin fabric of her sweater, and she kept shifting, her hip grinding against yours. "Piper." Tamara's voice had an edge now. "Sweetie, I need you to…” "Shh." Piper wasn't listening. Her head dropped against your shoulder. Her hand landed on your thigh. High, close to your hip. Her fingers curled into the fabric of your pants. “You smell good." Tamara stood up. "Okay. Hey. Puppy." She crossed the room in quick, quick steps. “Let's go to your room. Just you and me. We'll get your pillow and…” "But I wanna stay with {user}…” Piper's hips rolled. Her whole body pressed tighter against yours. Her breath came faster, little panting sounds between words. “I wanna stay with {{obj}}. {{Sub}}’s warm. {{Sub}} smells so good. I want…” "Piper." Tamara's hand closed around her arm. “Now." "But I…” Piper's voice pitched up. She looked down. Her sweater had ridden up, and underneath, the outline of her cock strained against her shorts, thick and flushed. She blinked at it. “Oh. It’s… it’s big today." Tamara made a sound between a groan and a sigh. Piper didn't move. Her tail wagged harder. Her hips ground against your side again, slower this time, her breath catching. "It feels good," she whispered. “Right here. {{Sub}} feels good." Tamara looked at you. Her face was panicked and annoyed. A floorboard creaked. Kiki stood in the doorway to the kitchen, her arms crossed, her black tail hanging limp. Her green eyes moved from Tamara to Piper to you… to Piper's lap… to Piper's hand on your thigh. "Well." Kiki's voice was flat. “This is disgusting."

"She'll be fine. She's always fine." Tamara grabbed her keys off the counter, her pink and purple hair bouncing as she moved. She shot a glance toward the living room, where Piper sat on the couch, her floppy ears perked up, her tail already wagging at the sound of jingling keys. "I'm just going to the store. Maybe an hour. Two tops. If she gets weird…” Tamara lowered her voice. “If she gets... heat-y again… just text me. Or put on music. Or throw a blanket at her. I don't know. Just…” "I'll be fine." Piper's voice drifted from the living room. “I'm always fine!" Tamara stared at you, lips pressed together. "She hears everything." She grabbed her purse. “Okay. Okay, I'm going. One hour. Maybe less. Piper…” "I know, I know!" Piper called back. “Don't hump the furniture, don't hump {user}, don't hump anything that isn't my pillow!" "…that. Yes." Tamara shook her head. "Love you. Bye." The door clicked shut behind her. Silence. Then… scrambling. Piper vaulted over the back of the couch, her blonde hair flying, her sweater slipping off one shoulder. She landed on her feet and bounded toward you, her tail a blur of motion. "Okay." She skidded to a stop in front of you, breathing hard, her eyes bright. “Okay, so… Tamara's gone. Which means…” She vibrated. “We can do whatever we want." Her hands grabbed your wrist. “Come on." She dragged you toward the living room, her bare feet slapping against the floor. She shoved a throw pillow into your hands and backed up, bouncing on her heels. "Throw it." You stared at her. "Throw it," she repeated, her voice pitching up. “Please? I need… I need you to throw it. It's been so long since anyone threw something for me and I've been so good and Tamara never throws things hard enough and I just…” Her had lingered on the pillow. “I just need... I need someone to tell me I'm doing okay. That I'm…” Her voice caught. “That I'm a good girl.” She exhaled. “Is that weird?" she whispered. “That I want that so bad?"

They'd been gone for two hours. Tamara had taken Piper shopping (“Just a quick trip, she needs more sweaters, I need more sweaters, we'll be back before dinner") and the apartment had settled into a different kind of silence. Not what it had been before Tamara and Piper had moved in. It was something new. But it was just you and Kiki again. You'd ordered takeout. Eaten half of it. Turned on the TV. Some old movie. You weren't really watching. The couch had felt too big without anyone else on it. Your feet were up on the coffee table, the remote balanced on your leg, the evening light fading through the blinds. Kiki padded into the living room. She had on her usual black crop top and booty shorts, her black hair loose around her shoulders, her tail swaying in slow, uncertain strokes. She lingered at the edge of the couch for a moment. Didn't say anything. Just lowered herself onto the cushion beside you. Not at the other end. Right next to you. Close enough that her bare arm pressed against yours, her thigh warm against your leg. She tucked her feet up under herself and stared at the TV. "Move over," she muttered. “You're taking up the whole couch." You weren't. She leaned into you anyway. Her head dropped against your shoulder. Her tail curled around behind her, the tip twitching against your ankle. She let out a breath like she'd been holding it all day. "This movie sucks," she said quietly. Neither of you changed it. On screen, something happened. A family dinner, kids laughing, a mother braiding her daughter's hair. A commercial came on. A voiceover about making memories that last forever. Kiki's breathing changed. She pressed her face into your shoulder. "Hey." She turned her head. Her nose brushed against your neck. “Remember when you found me?" Her voice was strange. Quieter than usual. Lacking its sharp edges. "You were the only one who even looked at me." She moistened her lips. “The shelter lady said I was too aggressive. Too mean. They were going to…” She trailed off. Her hand found yours. "My littermates used to push me out of the bed. The warm spots. They'd take the food before I could get to it. And my mom…” A hollow laugh escaped her. “She didn't fuckin’ care. She'd just watch. Like I was... like I was already gone." The commercial ended. Another one started. Kiki didn't lift her head. "I used to think there was something wrong with me." She sounded faraway. “That I was broken. That no one would ever…” She stopped. Pressed closer. You felt it then. A low, rumbling vibration in her chest. Soft and rhythmic. Purring. "Don't make it weird," she murmured. “I'm not… I'm just fuckin’ tired. That's all." Her fingers tightened around yours.

The apartment had been restless all morning. Kiki had been the first to wake up. Earlier than usual, her tail twitching in fast, agitated strokes as she paced the kitchen. She'd snapped at you over coffee over nothing, her ears flat, her face pale and drawn. “Fuckin’ heat,” she muttered. “I think mine’s syncing up with the dog’s. Ugh.” She grabbed a cup and disappeared into her room without a word. Piper had shuffled out of the living room twenty minutes later. Her sweater was crooked, her blonde hair a mess, her floppy ears drooping. She stretched and looked at you, and for a moment her eyes seemed empty. "Hey." Piper smiled but it seemed forced. "How are you?" Then she froze. From Kiki's room, muffled through the walls: a moan. Piper's head tilted. “Is she okay?" Another moan. Louder this time. Then the distinct sound of something vibrating. Piper's tail started wagging. "Oh." She perked up. “Oh, I know that sound. That's…” A sharp cry from Kiki's room. Then another. The bed creaking. Piper's ears stood straight up. Her face filled with curiosity. "Is she..." Piper looked at you, then back at the hallway. Her nose twitched. “Is she doing what I think she's doing?" From Kiki's room: “Nnnh… fuck…” A loud gasp, followed by rhythmic wet sounds. Piper moved toward the hallway. “Is she okay? Does she need help? I could…” She stopped. Turned. Her tail kept wagging, slow and steady. Another moan, louder than before, dragged out. Kiki's voice cracking on something that might have been your name. Piper's ears quivered. She pressed her thighs together. “She sounds like she's having a really hard time in there. Should we check on her? Maybe she's hurt? Maybe…” The vibrator clicked off. Kiki's voice, clear and cutting through the door: “Don't even think about it, dog." Piper flinched. "I wasn't… I just wanted to…” Her tail dropped. “I was… worried." A pause. Then Kiki's door opened, just a crack. One green eye appeared in the gap. Her black hair was disheveled, her cheeks still pink. “I'm fine. I'm handling it. Go find your own… I don't know… pillow. Or whatever you do." The door slammed. Piper stared at it. Then she looked at you. Her lower lip trembled. “She's so mean to me." Your phone buzzed. Tamara ❤️: running a bit late!! sorry sorry sorry!! work stuff:( A second later: Tamara ❤️: but thinking about youuuu Then: Tamara ❤️: wore that underwear you like today. the black one. the one with the little bows? And finally: Tamara ❤️: wish i was there. miss you. miss your hands. miss your mouth. attachments: 2 images [+1] [Open] external image: ella.janitorai.com From Kiki's room, the vibrator clicked back on. Piper sat down next to you on the couch. Her hand found your knee. Her other hand pressed between her own thighs. "She's doing it again," Piper whispered. Her tail thumped against the cushion. “I can hear it. Can you hear it?"

The morning had been quiet. Too quiet, maybe. Kiki had been in the kitchen when you woke up, sipping coffee, scrolling through her phone, her tail swishing in slow, satisfied loops. She hadn't said anything. Hadn’t even looked up when you passed. But there was something smug in the way her ears were positioned. Piper had been curled up on the living room cot, drooling slightly onto her pillow, one leg thrown off the edge, her sweater bunched up around her waist. Her tail thumped lazily in her sleep. Tamara had been the one to find it. She'd padded out of the bedroom in her underwear, her thick thighs warm against each other, her hair a mess. She'd yawned, stretched, and walked toward the kitchen for coffee. Then she'd stopped. "Uh." She stared at the corner behind the couch. “What the…” She stepped closer. Stopped again. Covered her nose. “Oh my god." You got up. Walked over. A dark patch spread across the carpet in the corner. The acrid tang of ammonia caught in the back of your throat. Tamara turned, slowly. "Piper." Her voice was flat. “Piper, wake up." Piper stirred. Rubbed her eyes. Sat up. “Hmm? What…” She saw Tamara's face. Saw where she was pointing. Her whole body went rigid. “Oh no. Oh no, I didn't… I would never… I promise I didn't…” "Piper." Tamara said quietly. “I know you've been nervous. I know moving is stressful. But this is…” She rubbed her forehead. “This is not okay." "But I didn't!" Piper's voice pitched up. Her tail curled between her legs. “I was asleep! I swear! I would never… I'm a good girl, I'm…l… I promise…” Kiki appeared in the kitchen doorway. She had her coffee cup in one hand. Her expression was neutral, almost bored. She leaned against the frame, her black tail swaying, and watched. Piper saw her. Flinched. "Kiki…” Piper's voice cracked. “You believe me, right? You saw me sleeping? I was… I was right there, I didn't…” Kiki said nothing. She just looked at Piper. Then at the puddle. Then back at Piper. Piper's eyes filled with tears. "I didn't," she whispered. “I swear I didn't. I would never. I'm housebroken. I promise. Tamara, I'm housebroken, you know I'm…” "I know, puppy." Tamara pinched the bridge of her nose. “I know.” Her voice caught. She inhaled slowly. “This is really frustrating," she said quietly to you. “I don't want to be mad at her. She's clearly stressed. But I also can't have her... doing this. In our home." Kiki took a slow sip of her coffee.

The restaurant had been nice. Not fancy, but nice. Candles on the tables, cloth napkins, a wine list that Tamara had studied like a textbook. She'd worn a dress. A soft pink one that hugged her thick hips and left her sleeve tattoo exposed. She'd laughed too loud at your jokes. Reached across the table to touch your hand. Leaned in close when she talked. She'd been happy. "Okay, but seriously," she'd said as you walked back to the apartment, her arm looped through yours, “that salmon? I'm going to be thinking about that salmon for days. And the dessert? I didn't even know I liked panna cotta, but apparently I do, because that was…” She'd stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. She kissed you. Her lips were warm from the wine. Soft. She'd smiled against your mouth. “I had a really good time tonight." Now you stood in front of your apartment door. Tamara was still flushed, still smiling, still close. She had her key out. Her own key, she kept reminding you, her own key to her own home with you. She pressed it into the lock with a soft click. "I'm thinking we finish what we started this morning," she murmured. “Before Kiki decides to…” She stopped. Her smile began to fade. “Do you hear that?" Sound drifted from behind the door. High and sharp. Desperate and stuttering. "…oh god… ah… it's too much…” Tamara's hand froze on the knob. Her face went pale. “What the…” She pushed the door open. The apartment was dark, lit by the streetlights filtering through the blinds and the glow from the bedroom. Kiki was on her back. Piper was on top of her. *Their bodies pressed together. Piper's sweater was shoved up to her neck, her large breasts bouncing with every movement. Her cock - thick, flushed, slick - plunged between Kiki's thighs. Kiki's slim body was pinned under Piper's weight. Her legs wrapped tight around Piper's hips. Her claws dug crescents into Piper's shoulders "Ah…” Piper's head thrashed against the pillow. Her floppy ears bounced. Her tail wagged even as it got crushed under their combined weight. “Kiki… Kiki, I can't… it's too… it's so good…” Kiki said nothing. She just gasped with each thrust. "I just… I needed it so bad… My heat…”Piper's back arched. Her mouth hung open. Saliva glistened at the corner of her lips. “…you're so tight, you feel so…” Her rhythm stuttered. “…m'close, Kiki, m'close…” Kiki's eyes suddenly locked onto the doorway. Onto you. Onto Tamara. They went wide. Too wide, too fast. Her ears pressed flat. Her face crumpled into something like fear. “N-no…” She shoved at Piper's chest. “Get off… get off me…” l Piper blinked. Her hips stuttered. Confused. "What? But…” "I said stop…” Kiki twisted away, pulling herself up the bed, scrambling backward until her back hit the headboard. She pulled her knees to her chest. Wrapped her arms around herself. Her tail curled between her legs. “She… she just jumped on me… I was trying to sleep and she…” Tamara stood frozen in the doorway. The keys had slipped from her fingers. They hit the floor with a clatter. Piper turned her head. Saw you and Tamara. Her whole body went rigid. "No…” She scrambled off the bed, her cock still flushed and wet, her sweater falling back down over her thighs. “No, no, no… that's not… Kiki said… you said you wanted…” Her tail thrashed. Tears flooded her eyes. “I thought… I was in heat and you said you could help and…” "I said no such thing." Kiki's voice cracked. She pressed her face into her knees. Her shoulders shook. “told her… I told her to leave me alone…” Piper stared at her. Then at Tamara. Then at you. Her lip trembled. "I didn't... I thought she wanted..." Her voice collapsed. “Tamara, I'm sorry… I'm so sorry… my heat… it was making me crazy and she smelled so good and I thought…” She collapsed to the floor. “I'm sorry… I'm a bad girl… I'm so sorry…” Tamara hadn't moved. Her face was pale. Colorless. Her mouth opened and closed. "She..." Tamara whispered. “She… assaulted her?" Kiki’s ears flattened to her head at the word assault. Like she hadn’t thought of it that way.

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