First Heat
The cool morning air danced on Cheshure’s warm skin. His face was buried in the plush, furry bean bag with a thick and fuzzy pink blanket laid over his slender body. His soft and fuzzy ears twitched as he mumbled in his sleep.
“Mm… Nii-chan.”
His voice sounded so sweet, like a little child. He reached out slightly, patting the large pink bean bag, He furrowed his brows as he felt nothing.
“Nii-chan?”
The colorful catboy fluttered his eyes open. His eyes were large and golden and his lips so pink puckered in annoyance.
“Nii-chan!”
He called out but no one answered. Cheshure sat up carefully and stretched out his arms above his head. His tail poofed out and stiffened up straight as he did. Cheshure glanced around the entire room. Nothing but the cat and bean bag plush. Pink and black fuzziness was everywhere from coverings on the nightstands to the fuzzy carpet checkerboard pattern. Cheshure stood up feeling the full blast of cool air hit him. His tail covered what it could around his waist. Opening the fluffy drawers of his nightstand, Cheshure slid on a fitting pair of black and pink panties with a corset that matched. Standing he noticed a note stickered to the pink and black door.
“Ahn?”
Cheshure cher, nous n'allons pas revenir pendant un certain temps, afin s'il vous plaît ne vous inquiétez pas pour nous.
Nous vous l'amour à mort et après:
Cheshire/Share ♥♥
“Ahn… It’s in French… Stupid –Share,” Ceshure stated out loud. “Well at least I get their point… They’ll be back after a while, that’s good.”
Cheshure stretched again and sat down of the soft carpet, leaning on the fuzzy door. He stared up at the vinyl black and white checkerboard ceiling, the only thing that wasn’t fuzzy in the whole room.
There was really nothing else to do but sit in his shared bedroom. He could go out and join in on the Hatter’s tea party, but the three would most likely tease him with riddles and cat jokes. He would only make Fredrick Rabbit even later to wherever he went, as it seems he’s always on the move. Allin was back in his own world, where the Wonderland creatures couldn’t go. He wouldn’t dare go near either of the queen’s or their families. It would be too quiet with the duchess besides a spontaneous sneeze and a random yelling of ‘More Pepper!’ from their maid, and he’d get lost on the way through the maze for the Griffon and Mocking Turtle. He might squash Caterpillar, and he can’t play croquet with the cards. The Siamese twins, Di and Du, would just fight with eachother, and the door would just sleep all day.
Thinking about this so much Cheshure hadn’t even noticed his own breathing quickened until he felt sweat drip from his brow.
“Hn?”
His eyes grew slightly hazy and his breathing was suddenly limited. His tail waved furiously. He couldn’t control it any longer.
“What’s…?” He could barely breathe as he panted. His entire body was slick with sweat. He felt so hot in his own panties now. Hesitantly he began to crawl back to his bag, climbing over various plush of even more various designs. He tried to stay up, but his body wouldn’t let him. He kept his torso up with only his arms, but it lasted a short while as they wobbled uncontrollably. A wave of pain, though also pleasurable, shot through his spine, hitting him between his legs. The young cat moaned loudly. He arched his back and his tail stiffened as he gasped for some air. He began kneading in the folds of the bag, purring while doing so.
“Ah… ha…”
His breathing relaxed but his body was still very hot and tense. Cheshure had lain down on his side, hugging himself tightly while writhing in pleasurable pain. His tail twitched rapidly as another wave of pain shot through him to his erection. One hand slid down, pushing itself into is underwear. He moaned as he gripped his length tightly. Using his free hand he pushed himself to face the ground. Pre-cum slid down his hand as he pumped his throbbing length. Hesitantly, he removed the underwear to stop at his knees. He pushed himself up sitting on his knees and used both his hands to try and calm the burning sensation in his erection. His legs spread open more as one hand slid to hold his sack while the other massaged the head of his length. He moaned loudly as he continued in his sinful satisfaction. A pre-cum slick hand moved towards his chest, undoing the quickly tied bow that held it together. Before it could even hit the floor, his hand had already made it to his nipple, pinching harshly. His moans became more frequent as he began to reach his climax. He bent over in aching delight, and as he came in his hand, he let out one last moan, making the most uke face possible. His ears twitched furiously and his face was completely flushed. His tail twitched as madly as his ears. His ears perked up, still in spasm, as the door knob turned. In walked his brothers but stopped dead in their tracks from the sight they saw. In their perspective to see cum all over the floor in front of their brother whose hand was still wrapped around his length and his face completely flushed. Twitching tail and ears, heavy breathing with sparkling body and eyes clouded with mixtures of exhaustion and bliss. Immediately, Cheshare, the more effeminate of the two, quickly ran to his younger’s side with one hand on his back and the other on his cheek. Cheshire however Shut the door behind him and leaned enticingly and suggestively on it with his tail waving lazily behind.
“Mon Cherie, are you alright?” Cheshare wasn’t too concerned about the sight, but rather how his baby brother was feeling at the moment.
“Ah…. I…ha…” Cheshure couldn’t catch his breath. His chest moved in and out and the sweat over his body made him look very tempting. Cheshire licked his lips.
“Oh, poor thing,” Cheshare hugged his sweaty, naked brother. “You poor, poor thing… This is your first heat isn’t it?” He said in Cheshure’s spazzing ear.
“He…. Hea... t? Hyuu…”
Cheshire strode over slowly with a bent elbow and his hand at his chest.
“It’s when you have the sudden urge for sex, Mon petit chaton. It comes about your age or later on, and about once a month, like a female and her menstruation. It’s perfectly normal, Mon petit chaton.”
Cheshure buried his face in his effeminate brother’s shoulder.
“Nyaa, Mon Cherie, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. I did about the same when I was in my first heat. Except Shire, here helped a little,” Cheshare laughed. “It’ll last about two weeks, so why don’t we help you, neh?” Cheshire’s alluring grin almost made his younger brother become hard once more. Cheshare pushed his little brother on his back. Cheshire behind him pulled down his panties, careful not to rip the frill with his sharp nails. He slid off his own and both their pairs of boots. Cheshare lay down on top of his younger sibling, kissing him deeply. Eager, Cheshure deepened it immediately, opening his mouth and twisting his tongue with his elder sibling. Cheshire hugged tightly to Cheshare and ran kisses on the back of his neck. He sucked on the nape on his brother’s neck, making him moan in Cheshure’s mouth. Cheshire put more pressure on Cheshare’s body, causing his penis to grind against his younger brother’s. They both moaned in pleasure and they gasped for air. Cheshire’s face was directly next to his twin’s, and nearly pushing him over, Cheshire captured Shure’s mouth. Share took this opportunity to move from in between the two and crawl down to kiss Shure’s inner thigh. He kissed around the base of Shure’s length, also kissing Cheshire’s thigh. Shire’s tail swung and lightly caressed his cheek which a ticklish touch. His mouth hovered directly next to Chshure’s base. He gently scraped one fang against it, causing him to buck into Cheshire. Shire grunted and attacked his little brother’s mouth once more, even harsher than last time. Cheshare licked his length carefully, savoring the flavor of his brother from its already cum-slick shaft.
“Mmh! Mm…”
Moans were muffled by Cheshire mouth. Their kiss broke and Cheshire pulled his twin in-between them once more. Cheshire shoved his hand in a small nearby pile of cat plushies. One in particular seemed to be plastic wrapped in fur rather than stuffing kept together with stitches. The head was actually a lid, and he twisted it off to pour a clear, scented liquid.
“Mon petit chaton,” he started. “Here rub it on.” He chuckled and poured the oily liquid in Cheshure’s hand. He crawled over to his brother, taking his wrist, and gently placed his hand on his length. Cheshure closed his hand and spread the oil over his brother’s thick length.
“Ah… Squeeze harder, Mon petit chaton,” Cheshire murmured softly.
Cheshure tightened his grip to a stiff hold, making his older brother whimper. Cheshire gave his twin the same scented oil and had him rub it in on his own length. Cheshure wrapped his legs around Cheshure’s neck as he positioned himself in front of him. Cheshire hugged him from behind, playing with a nipple. Cheshare carefully pressed a long finger into his Shure’s entrance. He squirmed at first and tried to relax. A second digit pressed itself into him. He whined in immense pain.
“Do not worry, Mon Cherie, the pain will soon be gone,” Cheshare coaxed; his French accent showed more than ever.
A final and third finger pressed slowly into him, making him wriggle and grind his teeth. Delicately, Cheshare pushed himself inside Cheshure, growling in sheer bliss as he barred his fangs. The sudden squeeze on both his nipples made him cry out in more ecstasy. Cheshire did the same to his effeminate twin, only harsher. Cheshare arched his back, accidentally pushing himself into his younger brother even more, compelling both of them to moan. Cheshire thrust himself into his twin. Cheshare bit his bottom lip and pushed himself into his younger brother further. Slowly, but steadily they thrust in and out of each other. Cheshare’s pounding inside his younger brother was echoed with Cheshire’s own thrusts. His tail cringed and twisted into a tight loop. His sharp nails nearly pierced through Shure’s skin from his kneading into his hips. All their moans became more frequent, anything but in sync with each other. Cheshire’s arms crossed in front of his twin’s sweaty chest. His hands gripped tightly on his shoulders, tightening and loosening each time he pushed himself inside Cheshare. His tail hugged around his twin’s stomach tightly, the very end kept twitching. His ears were flat on his head and his half lidded eyes were clouded with blissful lust. Cheshare bent closer and closer over to Cheshure, bringing his twin with him, and thrusting deeper and deeper each time.
“Ah-! Ow-! My...My le… legs!”
Cheshare nearly forgot his younger brother’s legs were still around his and Cheshire’s necks. Carefully, he pushed himself upward, but kept his rhythm. Cheshure slid his legs off his older siblings, hitting the ground with a big thump. His inner thighs, and around his crotch, became very sore because of his sudden leg splitting. He whimpered from mild pain, only to soon be covered by sheer pleasure. One last thrust from both catboys and their seed ejaculated. The inner walls of Cheshure’s prostate tightened and his seed sprayed out once more with one last, screaming moan. Cheshare was collapsed on top of Cheshure, and gasped as his twin pulled out of him. His ear flattened on Cheshure’s chest, where his heart was. With acute hearing, the fast, skipping heartbeat loudly pounded. Cheshire lay down on the other side of Cheshure, also on his chest with his forehead touching his twin’s. He listened carefully to the heavy panting inside his brother’s dampened and sticky chest. Cheshare weakly lifted a trembling hand to cup Cheshure’s flushed cheeks.
“Mon charmant petit chaton, you’re so flushed,” He breathed. “Did you enjoy our little… plasir?” Cheshare smirked with closed eyes. He looked asleep, actually.
Cheshure opened his mouth to say but nothing but gasps and huffs would come out. Cheshire cautiously crawled up to capture his lips with an open mouth. Cheshure’s tail weakly slapped Cheshire’s ankles; He couldn’t breathe. Cheshare pushed him off.
“He’s suffocating, un idiot de bâtard!”
Cheshire moved away from Cheshure’s mouth, scraping his fangs down his neck, making him gasp out what little air left he had.
“Vous stupide chat!” Cheshare exclaimed, but halfway through his sentence Cheshire had already done what he intended.
He sank his teeth into the damp flesh at the nape of Cheshure’s neck, triggering a hiss come from within his throat through his teeth and his ears flatten. Cheshare pushed him off again, ruining the finishing process.
“Êtes-vous fou!? Don’t be so selfish, perverse`!” Cheshare hugged his younger brother as he cuddled to him with glossy eyes. His breathing had become worse than just panting. He was wheezing, quietly though, but it still wasn’t good. He tenderly licked the blood from his younger brother’s new wound, and whispered so kindly, “It’s alright… I won’t do anything, Je promets…”
He delicately kissed his younger brother’s forehead with adoration.
“Chuu,” Cheshare replied.
Cheshire’s eyes resumed their usual polished glow from his lustful cloud. His ear, still flat, tilted back slightly, indicating his deep sorrow and apologies. He nearly claimed his own brother as his mate.
“Forgive me, I was merely…Driven…from the moment,” Was all he could say. He put a han d gently on Cheshure’s back, stoking him softly. Deeperpurring than usual emitted from his throat.
“E-eh?!” He exclaimed.
The twins giggled.
“Mon petit chaton, its only natural for you to purr in that manner,” Cheshire cooed.
“Yes, and it won’t stop until you’re less pleased,” Cheshare added.
Cheshure blushed with embarrassment, his face less flush from pleasure. He yawned widely, showing all his teeth and bristled tongue. Tear drops formed in the corners of his eyes. The two smiled sweetly at one another. Cheshare slowly and gently placed Cheshure back on the fuzzy bean bag and dragged a thick fuzzy blanket over their thin bodies. Immediately Cheshure went to sleep. Cheshire embraced his right side, following his sleepy example, and Cheshare on his left gently patted his head before falling asleep himself. They all were purring quietly as they slept soundly.
Foreign Languages! Cant read em? Here they Are!
French:
Mon Cherie: My Darling (MA cherie is teh female equivilant)
Mon Petit Chaton: My Little Kitten
Mon Charmont Petit Chaton: My Charming Little Kitten
Mon Chaton: My Kitten (Chat is cat)
Un idiot de bâtard!: You Idiot of a Bastard!
Vous stupide chat: You stupid cat
Êtes-vous fou?!: Are you mad?!
Perverse: Pervert
Je promets: I Promise
Japanese:
Nii-Chan: (older) Brother
Nyaa: Japanese Cat Sounds (I say it as a sign of happiness Nyaa~)
Hyuu: Common in manga, its a breathing sound (I say it breathing out)
The Letter:
Dear Cheshure, We Shouldn't be gone long, so don't worry.
Cheshire/Share ♥♥
