Piece of Tail

by Celia Kyle

  She stared at him, mouth hanging open. “Hop on, sweetheart? That's not much of a seduction.” She crossed her arms over her chest with a harrumph, tail flicking behind her.

  Patrick, fully clothed pressed into her back, his erection scorching her lower back. “This isn't seduction, Gina.” He growled into her ear. “This is a punishment for your bad behavior.” Patrick unfolded her arms and tweaked one hardened nipple. “Now, get on the bed and get Daniel's cock in that sweet pussy. Don't pretend you're not wet, that you don't want this. We all know you do.” He abandoned her breast, stroking further south. “You want whatever we'll give you, don't you?” His fingers teased her mound, so close… “You want his cock deep in that sweet cunt of yours.” He slipped a finger between her labia, skimming her clit and sending a rush of pleasure through her. Her pussy clenched involuntarily. “Say it.” He flicked her clit and she gasped. “Say it, Gina.” He repeated the caress, pressing harder. “Say it."

  She groaned and her knees grew weak. The only thing holding her up was Patrick's steel grip beneath her breasts. “I want… I want Daniel's cock. I want whatever you'll do to me.” He pressed her clit hard and shards of electricity shot through her. “Please."

  He pressed a soft kiss to the side of her neck. “Good girl. Now, go to him."

  On shaky legs, she crawled atop Daniel, knees resting on either side of his hips. He stroked her outer thighs, a sweet smile on his lips. She reached between them and positioned the tip of his cock at her opening, shuddering at the initial, scorching contact of his flesh against hers. In a slow glide, she lowered down onto him, her pussy enveloping his shaft. When she'd finally sheathed him fully, they both groaned.

  Stretched and filled by Daniel, she felt the tension and angst she'd been carrying through the months begin to melt away. His desire, regardless of her mistakes, hadn't dwindled. The hard cock buried in her cunt was for her, was because of her and she reveled in the attraction. She rocked her hips and rotated them in a tiny circle, glorying in the slight burn and tingles of sensation when her clit rubbed against him.

  Daniel's broad hands stilled her movements. “Na ah, none of that just yet, Gina. Patrick's got other plans. Bend forward, baby."

  She followed his instructions, bending at the waist, she lowered her upper body until her breasts were flush against his chest and she laid her head on his shoulder.

  "Good girl.” Daniel stroked her back, soft, soothing rubs from shoulder to ass.

  So far, it hadn't turned out to be much of a punishment beyond not getting her way. This, she could deal with.

  The sound of rustling clothes mixed with the soft whoosh of their breathing and her pulse kicked up. Patrick. She squirmed, pussy tightening around Daniel's dick.

  A sharp slap to her ass stilled her wiggling and she gasped as the initial shock of pain zinged through her body.

  "No.” Matter-of-fact. Not angry, not sad, just an order from Patrick…

  And it made her wet, even more so than before. Her pussy pulsed around Daniel and his hands stilled.

  "Oh, she liked that. Didn't you, baby?"

  She nodded.

  The bed dipped and she felt Patrick behind her, the soft, crinkly hair on his legs tickled the backs of her thighs while his erection was hard and insistent against her ass. He leaned over them, pinning her to Daniel, resting his body weight on them both and holding them immobile with his presence.

  "Liked that little bit of pain?” Patrick whispered in her ear and she nodded. “Good. You tore our hearts out when you left, Gina. It's about time you make amends, don't you think?"

  Tears formed in her eyes and she closed them to capture the growing moisture before it could escape. The thought of hurting them… was unimaginable. She should have stayed and talked things out. Instead, she assumed the worst and ran.

  "Say it, Gina.” Patrick said her name with a growl.

  "I'm sorry.” She whispered. “I never… I never should have left you two.” She swallowed against the growing lump in her throat. “I'm so, so sorry."

  Hands stroked her, caressed her. “It'll be okay, baby. Patrick's going to take it out on your gorgeous ass, but then we'll kiss it all better. Shh… Just relax."

  Patrick's weight lifted, but his thighs remained pressed against hers, reminding her of his presence.

  A sharp slap landed on her ass, the sting burning her skin. As the pain ebbed, another came on its heels on the other cheek. Again, before the pain flowed outward, Patrick struck her ass, causing tiny shivers of pain and pleasure to snake through her body. And yet again, he struck her. Her cunt pulsed with the strike, her arousal intensified by the sharp sting of pain that her body turned into pleasure.

  Gina fought the urge to writhe on Daniel's cock. Her body, her pussy, ached to rock and ride his dick, but she held fast to the directions she'd been given.

  Patrick rained strikes on her rear. Over and over his hand collided with the flesh of her ass. Her tail flinched and flicked with each new blow, caught between his legs. Soon, if he didn't stop soon, she'd come from the overlapping sensations.

  What could have been minutes, but was probably seconds, later, the slaps ceased and he switched to soft, soothing rubs. “Good girl. So good, sweetheart."

  His palms left her ass for a moment and her muscles relaxed under Daniel's soothing strokes.

  All too soon, she tensed again at Patrick's order. “Move your tail, Gina.” She whimpered. “Nothing bad is going to happen, sweetheart. Now, shift your tail."

  She did as asked, slipping the fluffy extension to her side, she curled it up next to Daniel's waist. Cool, slick fingers stroked her asshole and she tensed.

  Daniel was quick to reassure her. “Shh… easy. Just going to love you, baby. Make sure you know who you belong to.” Fingertips circled her anus. “Relax for him. Let him in and you'll feel so good, Gina. S'good."

  Round and around Patrick's fingertip circled the tiny rosette and she forced herself to relax. Before long, he penetrated her, slipping first one finger and then another into her ass. Stretched in both holes, she pushed back against Patrick's invasion. Strange, new feelings of arousal coursed through her veins, pulsing in time with her heart.

  She braced her upper body on her hands, aching for better leverage as she fucked herself on his fingers. She rocked, back and forth, forward and back, luxuriating in the fullness and pleasure of being taken this way.

  Patrick slid his fingers free and she whimpered and whined. Yet again, Daniel took the lead with words of praise and assurance. “Coming right back with his cock. Going to shove it deep in your ass and then you'll be ours, baby. All ours."

  Her pussy pulsed with his promise and she forced herself to relax when she felt the tip of Patrick's cock at her ass. So much larger than his fingers, she whimpered and jerked forward.

  This time, it was Patrick who calmed her. “Going to fit just fine, sweetheart. Your body was made for us. Just relax and push out. Let me love you. Let us love you."

  "Yes,” she hissed and did as he ordered when he eased into her. Inch by inch, he stretched her ass, his cock filling and entering a place previously untouched. A feeling of fullness unlike anything she'd ever known threatened to overwhelm her. Double penetrated, she felt skewered by their hard cocks, caught between the two of them, imprisoned above and below.

  "Fuck, yeah.” Daniel groaned. “Fuck that sweet ass of hers ‘Trick. Move, you bastard."

  Patrick laughed, sending shivers of sensation along her spine and she moaned, deep and low.

  In slow, sinuous thrusts, Patrick made love to them. His cock, sliding and slipping along her inner walls stroked her, which seemed to, in turn, stroke Daniel's dick. In and out he glided, the slick lubricant eased his way.

  Her body tensed and shuddered with each penetration, reacting and arousal rising to the call with each new thrust. Soon, they all panted, writhing together. Daniel rocked his hips in time with Patrick, which allowed him to rub her clit against his pubic bone, alighting every nerve i
n her body. Shards of pure pleasure danced along her spine and she let it. She let their bodies give her pleasure, caught between their pistoning forms.

  Again and again Patrick slid his cock deep into her ass, touching her in places that she'd never known. They shared their love with her, showing through actions, just how much they cared and how much her desertion had hurt them.

  Before long, the pace became frantic and she reached for her own orgasm. The dancing twines of her climax slithered around her waist before sinking low to her pussy. Her cunt spasmed in rhythm to Patrick's thrusts, ass echoing those same movements.

  Until she couldn't hold back any longer. Her body tensed, as if frozen in time, and the shattered. She screamed Patrick's name, Daniel's quickly following, as the building pleasure crested and flowed through her, body tensing and releasing with each new wave of ecstasy.

  Dimly, she heard Patrick and Daniel's own shouts of completion; their bodies tensing above and below, thrusts becoming jerky, as they came within her.

  She slumped against Daniels’ chest in exhaustion. As her energy flowed out, love seeped in to take its place. Patrick eased out of her ass and he flopped to the side, pulling her with him to settle between the two men.

  Daniel at her front and Patrick at her back, she felt loved and protected. Sleep tugged at her and she allowed it to claim her.

  "Gina."

  She snuggled closer to Daniel. “Hmm?"

  "Who's Teague? You're going to break it off with him now, right?"

  She snorted and wiggled closer to him.

  Patrick pressed against her back. “You'll have no one else but us, Gi. Period."

  Arrogant ass. “He's a cat.” She closed her eyes, sleep tugging at her consciousness.

  "We don't care what the hell he is. You're ours now and two men, humans or not, should be enough for you. End it.” Patrick squeezed her hip.

  "Cat. C. A. T. of the domestic variety, jackass. Now, let me sleep. Y’all wore me out."

  "A cat cat?” She elbowed him in the gut and he grunted. “Okay, I get it. Just didn't want to worry about you running off with someone else."

  "Please. Where else am I going to get two men who love my tail?"

  "Nah,” Daniel drawled. “You got that wrong, baby. We love you. Your tail is just a bonus."

  Epilogue

  The bridal boutique's entrance was decorated with white and pink roses, swathed in gauze. Gina approached the door with a sense of dread.

  "This is number five, ladies. Five. We are calling it quits and I will pull a Britney for the damned thing if we don't find anything in here, agreed?"

  Blaze flung the door wide. “Bitch, I say we call it quits now and do the Britney thing. Track suits are hella more comfortable than the froo-froo stuff we've been looking at all day."

  Meg stopped in the entryway. “No, no track suits,” She pointed at Blaze. “No bare feet.” And then the tiny tigress turned on Gina. “And, yes, there will be clothes. This will not be a nudist wedding."

  Gina's jaw dropped open. “Way to grow a pair, Meg-sie."

  Meg caressed Gina's arm. “I'm forcing the dress, but I really do believe we can find the perfect one for you. This is your day to be a princess, Gina, to your pair of charming princes."

  The woman smiled and strode into the store, her copper hair swishing with purpose. She and Blaze trudged along behind her. Meg grabbed a saleswoman while Gina and Blaze stared at the sea of white before them.

  "I can't do it, Blaze."

  Her long time friend threw an arm around her shoulders. “Ah, sure you can, Gina. You want to get married, right? Well, looking like a bleached circus tent is just part of the fun."

  Gina elbowed her friend. “Bitch. You know you'll be doing this in a few months.” The sparkle of Blaze's engagement ring caught a ray of the fading sunlight and threw rainbows along the floor.

  "Yeah, yeah. Only, Jack and I agreed that comfort came before the whole ‘following tradition’ thing. We're not a terribly traditional couple. Plus, I'm hoping Meg will work out her mothering needs with planning your wedding. Maybe by the time mine comes along, she'll dig the whole track suit and bare feet idea."

  Gina snorted. “Not hardly.” Then she sighed. “Speaking of dog-boy, he won't try and mark his territory all over Ben's farm, will he?” Gina had chosen to have her wedding in a place that spoke of peace and freedom and change. Ryan would be giving her away.

  Blaze snickered and she giggled in response before her partner-in-crime wiped the smile away. “Don't tell Jack I laughed. We agreed to do this whole cat and dog thing, but he still gets pissed when you guys crack dog jokes."

  She swallowed her laugh. “It's just so hard, Blaze. I mean, dogs…” Gina looked around and lowered her voice to a whisper, “They eat their own shit. I hope you broke him of that habit when you moved in together.” She shuddered. “Gross."

  Before Blaze could respond, Meg yelled from across the store. Bridal Warehouse was just that, a big freaking warehouse filled from front to back in nothing but frilly white dresses. With Gina's curly thick hair and dark golden skin, white looked stark and forbidding. White, the bane of a curvy chick's existence.

  "All right, let's do this. I swear to God, though… If she's got more than ten dresses over there, I'm picking number five. I don't care how ugly it is. I am done with this wedding preparation shit. Daniel is much better at it."

  Blaze squeezed her shoulder. “Agreed. I never knew that beneath that sweet exterior of Meg's lurked a freaking drill sergeant. It's all Ben's fault. Good sex can change a woman."

  "Gi-na!" Meg's teacher-tone flashed Gina back to the first grade.

  "Damn, the woman's got a set of pipes on her, too,” Blaze muttered.

  "You aren't lying. You should hear her and Ben going at it. I swear, his sole purpose in life is to fuck the stripes onto her. No lie.” Gina laughed and the two of them meandered toward the back of the warehouse.

  They passed rack after rack after rack of white and cream colored frilly-ness. Long dresses, short dresses and pieces of cloth that could never even pass for a dress hung all around them. Her skin felt tight and itchy just looking at them. Halfway through the store, a bright swath of red caught her eye and Gina paused.

  "Whoa.” She cut between two racks. There, lining the side wall of Bridal Warehouse, were mannequins dressed in… colors.

  She reached out and stroked the red dress that had caught her eye. It was a gorgeous, strapless, two-piece outfit that seemed made for Gina. The top, a lace-up satin corset, looked to be the right size, as did the floor-length skirt. It wasn't the deep, blood red color that called to her most though. No, it was the spots. Tiny leopard-inspired rosettes were embroidered all over the full skirt and lined the top of the corset as if proclaiming “I'm wild and I'm proud of it!” She needed this dress. Had to have this dress. No other outfit for her wedding would do. It was this or she'd go naked. Period.

  "Uh, Gina. I'm not wearing that as a bridesmaid. A cat has to have some pride and I'm not dressing up—"

  Gina cut Blaze off. “It's not for you, it's for me.” She carefully removed the outfit from the rack and cradled it in her arms.

  "But, Gi, it's a bridesmaid dress. We're in the ‘bridesmaid’ section, honey. White, remember?” Blaze reached for the dress.

  Gina growled. “Nope. It's mine. It's this or naked, Blaze. Swear to Sekhmet."

  Blaze sighed. “All right, but you're telling Meg."

  Meg wouldn't care. Meg believed in the power of The Right Dress and now Gina knew why. She'd tell the world she was proud to love her men, would bind her life to theirs, and this was the dress to do it in.

  An hour later they were all piled into Meg's little car, Gina's dress tucked safely in the trunk despite Meg's protests that they needed to keep shopping for veils, slips, shoes, jewelry, gloves, flowers…

  "I hope Patrick's parents don't think less of you for you for not wearing white,” Meg said.

  "They'll think I have excellent taste
,” she stated, matter-of-factly.

  Meg rolled her eyes and pulled into the flow of traffic, heading toward her farm. “You have some sort of taste, that's for sure."

  Gina stuck her tongue out at her friend. “It was that dress or go naked, woman. Get over it. Besides, I think they'd much prefer me clothed, thankyouverymuch. And at this point, I don't think I can do any wrong. Both Daniel's and Patrick's parents assumed they'd never get grandkids and now that they've got me, they're tickled pink. Even if the kid comes out with a tail."

  Blaze laughed out loud and Meg smiled, shaking her head and sighing. “I can't wait to dress both of you for my wedding. Now that Blaze has opened my eyes to fashion, and you've opened my eyes to possibilities, my imagination is running wild."

  "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever you say Meg-sie. I'll even keep my tail under wraps for your shindig."

  Meg slammed on the brakes and Gina caught herself on the dashboard, face inches from the windshield.

  "What the—"

  "Whoa!” Blaze slapped into the back of Gina's seat.

  "You'll what?” Meg stared at her as if she had two heads and that's when Gina noticed the cloud of dust surrounding the car. At least they'd made it onto a side road.

  "Meg, you're really taking this disobedient thing a little too far. I don't think breaking laws and causing accidents should be part of the “new” you. Okay?"

  Meg glared at her. “Don't try to change the subject. You are not to let the tail out to play at any of our weddings, Gina. Do you know how many cameras are at weddings? One near disaster was enough!” Pale black stripes appeared on Meg's neck and Gina knew the tigress was growing more agitated by the moment. But, dammit, this was her wedding.

  "You know what—"

  "Bitches, please.” Blaze growled. “Meg, this is Gina's wedding, you'll let her do what the hell she wants with the exception of getting her freak on in the middle of the dance floor. Gina, your tail can come out and play, but no intentionally freaking out the human guests. The dress you picked will mostly hide it, and we can work with that for our weddings, too. Everyone got it?"