Anon and the Six Cheshires

>At Arnold's Butcher Shop in a rough part of town
>The neighborhood is sketchy as fuck but he's got the best cuts in town and since you've been such a steadfast customer all these years he tends to err on your side with weights
>While giving him your order you notice he's staring past you, out his shop's window
>Turn around to follow his gaze, only to find a raggedy-looking young werecat of some kind staring in
>Hair is a mess and clumped, ears look like she's been in a couple fights, and her clothing consists of a tattered, stained shirt that doesn't even properly cover her, revealing her bony body
>Ask Arnold who she is, he shakes his head and tells you she showed up a little while ago and hasn't really left. He tries to chase her off but she always comes back. Even called social services to come pick her up but she always runs off and hides somewhere.
>You think for a bit, then decide to add some jerky to your order and if you can have it first
>Arnold sighs at you, but goes along with it
>While he's wrapping up everything else you head outside, the werecat's eyes following your every step. She backs off some when you approach, though it's plain to see she's staring hard at the wrapped parcel in your hand
>No doubt she can smell the contents
>When you unwrap and offer it to her, she takes a step back, bringing her paws up. Her ears and tail are on full alert, bringing a smirk to your face
>Carefully, as if expecting it to be a trap, she closes in and snatches it from your hand and retreats
>Immediately shoves a piece of jerky into her mouth, still staring at her
>Ask what her name is, only to receive more staring. Guess what's not one for words
>You think you hear her mutter thanks in between chomps, then she quickly runs off behind the shop
>Cagey thing
>Back inside you grab your first box of meats and pop the trunk on your car to put it inside, then return to get the second box
>Slamming the trunk, you look around one last time for the girl
>Time to head home

>Back at hour house you pop the trunk, then notice the car moves a bit. Odd.
>When you hop out and walk to the back, the trunk lid is already open all the way. Strange.
>Well whatever, time to bring everything inside.
>As you walk in you feel something brush against you but there's nothing around you
>Maybe you've been working too hard lately
>Or not enough
>While putting everything away in your deep freezer you discover an empty bit of butcher paper that had, at one point, contained salmon
>And another bit of empty paper
>That's four whole salmon fillets gone
>Your mind turns back to the werecat. She must've worked fast, though it's odd she left the wrapping in the box
>Thieving cat, those weren't cheap
>But, getting angry isn't going to solve anything and in a way you pity her
>Stealing and handouts are probably the only way she's still alive
>You head back upstairs with a package of ground beef. Burgers sound pretty good for dinner.
>Season the meat, mix it up in a bowl with some sauces, then make patties and leave them out on some wax paper while you go fire up the grill
>Come back, patties are gone
>It all makes fucking sense now
>That fucking cat
>The little harlot must've stowed away in your trunk, invisible, like the fucking Cheshire she is
>Yell for her to show herself, turning around in circles trying to catch some kind of glimpse of here
>But there's nothing, you're just yelling and waving your arms around in the middle of your house like a crazy person
>You're not sure what to do about a Cheshire infestation. Your brother got one the other year and it was a pain to chase them out.

>Though one thing you can press to your advantage is that your particular Cheshire is starving
>She's already eaten a ton of meat, so there's good reason that she'll eat more if given the opportunity
>You'll just need to be clever about it
>It may be a bit cruel, but it ought to work - you hope. While you don't have any sleeping pills exactly, you've got plenty of antihistamines. A few of those mixed into the meat should be enough to knock her out.
>Hopefully they become visible once they're asleep
>Knowing that she could be watching you from anywhere you make your way to the bathroom for the drugs and slip them into your pocket, pick up some more beef, and head to the kitchen
>As stealthily as possible you add your special ingredients
>Do the same thing as before, leave out some patties and then head outside as if you're going to turn on the grill
>Come back, meat is gone
>Success
>Though you realize that she's had to have consumed at least four or five pounds of meat by now
>That's enough to last you a week
>Now the waiting game begins, and you hunker down to pass the time with some vidya
>After a while, just when you think about going on an exploration mission, you hear a thud coming from upstairs. Sounds like it came from the guest bedroom.
>Sprinting like a hunter to his trap you race upstairs and into the room and discover your plane has worked masterfully
>To your reddening embarassement
>Looking like she rolled off the bed and landed head first on the floor is a young werecat
>Except she's completely nude and her catchsnatch is angled directly at you
>She's snore-nyaaing, and somehow looks peaceful despite her awkward yet provocative position
>You'll deal with her when she wakes up, but for now you decide to bundle her up with a blanket
>Not just for her modesty, but to capture her
>But as you get close, you realize she looks different than the werecat you saw earlier
>Then you hear the door behind you creak

>Whirling about you spot another naked werecat, and again, the one standing in the doorway looks different
>Longer hair, green eyes instead of yellow, but she's still dangerously thin and dirty
>Most troubling of all, however, is her grin
>No one in that state should have that kind of face
>"Pretty clever of you, mister!
>At least this one talks
>You ask her how many of them followed you home and why they couldn't have just all asked for something when you were at the butcher shop
>The green-eyed Cheshire just sneers at you
>"Are you saying you would have fed me and my sisters?"
>Considering how much they've eaten already, and the way it sounds like if you didn't drug the meat more would've vanished, you can't really say yes
>"See? I knew it," she says, her face bearing hints of sadness, as if she was hoping you'd say yes despite it all
>Though she still hasn't said how many of them there are
>A handful of emaciated cats wouldn't be much of a challenge for you should they get aggressive, five or six could be a problem
>Besides, you don't really want to beat up a bunch of homeless cheshires that look like they're 13 or 14, tops
>You ask the green-eyed one her name, but she just laughs dryly
>"What does it matter?"
>You feel something brush up against you
>Is it the one that was wearing the shirt or another?
>You ask what she wants, exactly, but you're pretty sure you already know
>"Those boxes of meat would be do nicely," she says, "Along with you..."
>Okay you weren't expecting the last one
>She stalks in closer, in what you assume is her attempt at an intimidating stance but it falls completely flat considering the tips of her ears don't even reach your chin
>"Me and my sisters are very hungry, you know~"
>"Do you want to do this the easy way, or the hard way?"

>There are few alternatives in this situation
>It's a waste of money, but then again it might not be
>Though you're being taken advantage of in the worst way possible, you can't think too poorly of the Cheshires
>When she walks close enough you flick her head, instantly sending her recoiling with her paws on her forehead and her ears laid flat
>"Hey, what do you think you're doing?!"
>You mention tiny cats aren't very intimidating, and that she's trying your patience
>You could just pick her up and powerbomb her to the ground if you really wanted
>Sure the claws might hurt but they wouldn't take you down before you did some damage
>Your words seem to make her second-guess her dine-rape-dash plan
>You hear a few voices around you, confirming your suspicion the room is filled with Cheshires
>The green-eyed Cheshire looks ready for a fight, baring her claws and she fades away to nothing
>"You've messed with the wrong cat!"
>The only thing you can do is sigh. What is she, a villain from a children's show about guys who dress up like bugs and act like idiots?
>Fortunately, as you anticipated, she just lunges straight at you - like an idiot.
>You sidestep her clumsy attack, feeling a rush of wind
>Though you'll probably get a face-full of claws the second time around since you have no idea where she is now
>Time for the plan
>You announce, loudly, that you'd like to cook for them. Meat's better when it's not raw, and you'd like to see everyone - and even give them a bath. They must all be cute as buttons, you add. Cute, lovable buttons that you'd just love to scratch their ears and rub their tummies and then you can all fall asleep in a big cuddle pile
>The air around you becomes rather still
>A new voice behind you asks if you really mean it
>Turning around, you discover a familiar face - the yellow-eyed girl
>Yes, you say, you meant every word
>The green-eyed one argues that you're just lying, but the yellow one is already hooked
>She's even drooling

>You make the offer that everyone who wants to be a good Cheshire can come eat the table after they've all had a hot bath and you can probably even find them some clothes to wear so they're not all naked
>Another set of eyes appear, then another
>It's like a rainbow is forming around you - one Cheshire has blue eyes, another violet. Then there's one with reddish-pink eyes. With the one knocked out on the floor that makes six of them.
>The green-eyed Cheshire pleads with them not to listen to you, but they all know what you did for the one back at the butcher shop
>Though she's obviously the ringleader, her sway over them is tenuous at best
>The others start to nyaa and paw at you, asking why you're so nice to them
>No one has ever been that nice to them
>Looking at how raggled and filthy they are, you can believe it
>Makes you wonder how long they've been living on the streets
>Though being surrounded by naked Cheshires that are pawing at you would probably give the wrong impression to anyone who saw you
>Rubs and scritches all around for the assemblage, most of them start to purr happily and nuzzle their face against you
>Well they were easy to win over
>Though the green-eyed one just stands there in the corner, scowling with her arms-crossed
>What happened to her that made her so distrusting and hostile? Perhaps she's got secrets her sisters don't know about or maybe she just reacted differently to something
>You instruct everyone to head to the bathroom and you lead the way with a procession of Cheshires tagging along, though you do have to carry the one you drugged in your arms
>Hopefully she wakes up soon, you wouldn't want her to miss the fun
>While waiting for the tub to fill in the bathroom you head back to check on the leader of the group
>Her back is facing you, but it's unmistakable in the time you've been gone she's started to cry

>You give her a head pat which causes her to jump and she scurries away from you, not letting you see her face
>"Don't touch me!"
>Why, you ask? What's wrong? Sure she was a dick to you but you can forgive her
>"I'm supposed to keep them safe, so they, so they don't have to!"
>Her words are punctuated with hics and sobs, and you have an idea of what she's talking about
>She's obviously been her guardian of sorts and has probably done all sorts of questionable things to scrape together enough food to eat
>And now here you are, sweeping them away from her and she probably thinks you're going to ravage each of them
>At least what's what you can gather, considering she was maybe talking about raping you earlier
>Best not to question her right now
>You reassure that you don't intend to do anything other than what you've said, and everyone has been so sweet
>If she wants a cooked meal she'll need to clean up first, that's the rule
>She can come whenever she feels ready
>With that you head back to the bathroom only to discover the tub filled with Cheshires and some funky looking grey water
>They're filthier than you thought
>This is going to take a while
>The first one is yellow eyes, who's name you discover is Mindy
>You decide to drain the tub and use the handheld attachment first and begin lathering her up
>She sits well in the tub, leaning into your hand as you scrub her and her ears flick under your fingers
>You have some reservations about scrubbing them in certain, particular areas, instead letting her do the work there
>finally she cleans up and now you've got a good look at her striped black and lavender coat; she's actually pretty cute under the grime
>Now for the others
>After much lathering and rinsing and scrubbing and refilling the tub several times over so they can play, you march them to your bedroom for clothes
>Returning for something you forgot, there's green-eyes, looking into the tub pensively

>You tell her to go ahead, and if she wants she can bathe alone
>Kind of snappily she tells you she will
>But then adds, very quietly, she wouldn't mind having someone wash her hair
>Grinning, you help the young Cheshire out, making her just as clean and poofy as her sisters
>She blushes the entire time and fidgets, making attempts at conversation a little tricky
>Though you do learn her name is Ophelia
>Interesting name, and you ask her if she knows where it came from
>She shakes her head, and you tell her it's from an old play, but leave it at that
>Finally you're done with the last Cheshire and herd her into your room, only to discover the others have taken great interest in your bed
>Blankets, sheets, and pillows are everywhere
>The passed out one somehow got laid out spread eagle, again facing you
>Some are pillow fighting, others rolling around
>You clap your hands sharply, startling and gaining their attention
>Can't really be mad at them, but you tell them they need to behave when they're inside
>Sad faces all around
>Sigh
>You pick out some of your larger t-shirts that you don't care about and give them to the clowder of Cheshires
>It's not much but it's certainly better than a pack of naked girls running through your house
>You are a guy, after all
>Some nuzzle the fabric, others look on in amazement
>How long were they out on the streets? They're damn near feral
>Well that's in the past. Instructing the catterwauling mass downstairs you tell them that if they want to eat they'll need to help you prepare it
>Might be a bad idea, but it might also make them feel a little important and helpful
>Ophelia is the last one to leave, still on the bed as you turn your back to her and follow the others out
>She pounces on your back, nearly toppling you over from the surprise
>She rubs her face on you, purring happily
>She certainly had a quick change of heart
>You carry her down, piggyback style

>Tsun to dere in an hour minutes deserves a speeding ticket, but it's better than her being so standoffish
>Dinner prep is as big of a mess as you thought it'd be
>So many paws everywhere, all eager to help
>Wind up just making everything so much more difficult
>Pots and dishes everywhere that you don't even need
>Why is the fridge open
>Oh no they found the flour no sweeties we don't need tha- fuuuuuuuuuck
>You're pretty sure there's going to be cat hair in everything
>They even manage to make a mess trying to clean the mess up
>Yet, as much as you really, really hate to admit it you haven't had this much fun preparing a meal in a long time
>Mindy proves to be the most useful overall, though Ophelia manages to keep her sisters from getting too crazy
>They've been so starved for affection that they immediately treat you like you've known them their whole lives and you feel like they're placing all their trust in you, for better or worse
>The one you knocked out manages to wake up; this one has orange eyes. It really is a rainbow. At least it makes them all easy to tell apart at a glance
>Unfortunately the effects linger on her and she winds up being the most chill of the group
>After the three hours it took to make a twenty minute meal, it's dinner time
>Paws off the table
>Don't eat with your hands oh no there's sauce everywhere; violet eyes is going to need another bath
>Did blue eyes eat the napkin
>She did
>They're becoming increasingly chatty, and you learn they were abandoned almost five years ago and have been on their own since then
>Poor things
>You consider calling social services soon as the meal is over, but decide to give them a full day somewhere they feel safe
>Besides, after eating all that all of them except for Ophelia have passed out in the living room in a giant pile
>She helps with the dishes, and you can't help but notice she's constantly touching you with some part of her

>You ignore her clumsy advances, wondering why she's so, well, crazy
>Mixture of natural Cheshire craziness combined with being alone so long, you suppose
>You plop down on the couch with a book in hand, sort of watching the cuddle pile on the floor
>Even without blankets they look plenty warm, no doubt due to all their poofy fur and the way they manage to pack in and drape over each other in that limp way only cats can
>Save for Ophelia who is intent on cuddling up next to you
>Patting her head and rubbing her ears, she drifts off like her sisters, purring softly half-way on your lap
>You feel a little bit like a guardian at the moment, the thought bringing a stupid smile to your face
>As you read, somehow, the cuddle pile slowly advances in your direction as they roll and move about until they're at your feet
>Deep night settles in as you finish your book and you decide to head to bed
>it's a bit of a struggle to get Ophelia off you, but you manage to squirm free from her clutches and leave the Cheshires for the evening
>As you get ready for bed you pause when you think you hear steps, but there's nothing
>Must just be hearing things
>Considering everything that's happened, that's not really surprising
>You turn out the lights and snuggle under your sheets, thoughts turning to the inevitable
>As much fun as you're having, there's no way you can keep them
>Even if you had the time, the costs would bankrupt you instantly
>Still, they are pretty damn cute
>Just as you're about to drift off, something steps on your bed
>Your eyes fly open and you look around in shock
>Through the dark you can make out a rainbow of eyes all peering at you
>And the white of teeth showing through grins
>Those aren't happy smiles
>W-what are you all doing here?
>Their grins spread so far they force their eyes up into shining half-moons as they continue to stare down at you

>They move in closer, some disappearing under the blankets
>Their paws caress you all over and some drape themselves across your legs and arms
>Mindy lays down with her head next to yours, smiling
>She licks your cheek with her rough tongue and purrs at you
>Ophelia straddles your chest, looking down at you
>You ask her what exactly they're planning to do to you
>"You've been so nice to us, we agreed we should repay you..."
>The others add in their agreement, the ones that were under the blankets poke their heads out to leer at you
>Sophia with her piercing blue eyes, the fiery orange-eyed Cynthia, Ashley who you thought with her red eyes would be a little more bold but who is actually pretty quiet, the runt of the litter Fiore and her violet eyes
>And of course the two nearest you
>Repay me how, you ask, though you already know what they're planning on
>"We want to make you feel good~" Ophelia says, leaning down so far her face nearly touches yours
>While you know it's common for young girls like these to be incredibly horny, you can't help but feel their life circumstances have twisted them somehow
>Rather than doing it because it's something that feels good and helps cement bonds, it's as if they're using sex as a currency
>Not to mention you're more than double their age
>Despite your precarious position, it still makes you feel like you're taking advantage of them
>While mulling things over, some of them begin to knead against you - fortunately no claws
>"So, how about it?" Ophelia asks, running a lazy circle on your chest with a paw

>Under other circumstances you'd gladly take them up on their offer. It's not everyday one has such an opportunity.
>But you know that's not what these girls need now.
>As difficult as it is to resist the advances of a naked Cheshire on your chest, the full view of her gaunt body helps solidify your resolve.
>Acting quickly you fling your arms around her and pull her against your chest and tell her there's nothing to repay, telling her you acted out of kindness, not a hope to get some from her and her sisters
>She fights and struggles a bit, but that she doesn't simply teleport out of your grasp lets you know all you need to
>Finally she stops squirming about and just lays there on your chest before finally asking why you're so nice to them
>That's a tough one to answer, and honestly if it wasn't for the unusual circumstances that all came together you'd have thought nothing of them had you never seen Mindy again
>But they don't need to know that
>So you tell them that they seem like a bunch of good kids. She chose to reveal herself in defense of her sister when she was passed out, after all. They could've just fleeced you and gotten her out later.
>Some of the others still seem eager for sexy time and you have to let Ophelia go to keep them from removing your boxers
>You tell them that if they're looking to be close with someone for the night, you can all just sleep together in one big pile
>That seems to do the trick, and Mindy is the first one to curl up against you in a choice spot and fall asleep
>The rest follow in, picking out spots around and on you
>And Ophelia remains on your chest, though you really wish she'd put her shirt back on or something
>Though before she falls asleep she gives you a gentle kiss on the lips and thanks you
>Things are getting complicated

>In the morning you call in to work, telling them you've had something of a family emergency
>A house full of half-naked Cheshires kind of fits the bill
>After another raucious meal that took far longer to make and eat than it had any right to, you sit the sisters down and ask them what they want to do
>Can't very well take care of them, the food bills alone would ruin you. Then there's clothes and school and...
>After a full belly and somewhere warm and cozy to sleep, they obviously don't like the idea of going back
>They even promise they'll eat out of the garbage if they can just stay in your house
>Well what about an orphanage or something
>That doesn't fly either
>"They'd split us up!" Ophelia says, and you know she's right.
>Going through so much together, there's no way these sisters would let themselves get put into different homes, some of which might be rather far away
>But who the hell would adopt six Cheshires that are entering their most dangerous years?
>You would, if you had the money
>Because you're an idiot
>There's also little chance that they'd let a single guy like you take care of six young ones
>Though they are fairly self-sufficient and with some early discipline might not be so rowdy
>Time for a call to social services when they aren't looking
>The woman on the phone doesn't quite seem to believe your story, but says they'll send someone soon over to verify things
>Good thing for you the marvel of day time television keeps the girls under control until the social worker's arrival
>The girls all crowd around you, curious as, well, cats, to see who's coming over
>Except they're all invisible.
>When the social worker asks to see the girls you carefully reach an arm out and grab at air, then tell the space between your arm and body that she's being rude
>Looks like you bagged Mindy
>She reveals herself and mewls a greeting
>The others begrudgingly follow suit
>The social worker is suddenly overcome with a look like she's got work to do

>There's a whole laundry list of things to be done
>Medical exams, aptitude tests to see where they're at as far as education, as well as some things for you
>With you around the girls talk with the social worker, but they're all wary of her
>No way they're going to an orphanage
>And they make it very clear to her - they'd rather go back out on the streets
>Privately, or as private as you can manage given that the girls can teleport around and go invisible, you talk with the social worker
>You'd like to adopt them, but money and such
>Apparently there are plans in place for that, you'd get a sizable stipend that'd cover food, clothes, education, toys, etc
>And you'd have the services of a maid that would take care of them while you're at work and they're not at school
>Once they've all had their exams and the paperwork is done a decision will be reached
>For now she'll let them stay, but you have to cover their expenses and please buy them some clothes at the very least
>When you see her out the door the Cheshires are glad to see her go
>Probably've had more than one run-in with people like her, you think
>Time to take the girls shopping
>Fortunately there's plenty to choose from at the thrift store
>Though they have to stay hidden because they're not exactly dressed for public, but you get their opinions on what they'd like to wear, even if it makes you seem crazy that you're talking to no one
>And that behind you, there's quite a few active poltergeists that love to touch and move everything
>There was one old guy that ran out, babbling about how the ghosts have come back for him
>When pressed on the matter if they've been scaring people, they all look guilty as fuck, peeking at you from inside the clothes racks
>Can't take these girls anywhere
>Back home everyone tries on their new outfits
>You never knew someone could be so happy to put on clothes
>Sure beats wearing tattered, dirty rags

>They all huddle together and look your way
>Oh no
>A wave of Cheshires crashes down upon you, sending you to the floor covered in paws, fluff, and happy nyaaing
>Headpats and rubs for everyone
>An hour later you finally manage to get them off of you, and you realize that you've got an entire day with them
>And they stick to you like glue the entire time
>Even when you try to read or watch a movie or play games, there they are
>Struggling with one another to be at the forefront and figure out what you're doing
>This is going to get old fast, but they'll probably calm down soon, you think
>Four weeks later, they have not calmed at all
>Guess you're still a messiah figure to them
>At least they learn fast and each sister is just finally starting to branch off to do their own thing or with each other
>They still make passes at you, but you've always turned them down
>But with full bellies every day, they're rapidly putting on weight and are filling out as you might expect
>Which makes it all the harder to turn them down
>And unfortunately, one night, you make a terrible mistake

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>They still cuddle up with you every night, and they have a habit of liking to sleep in the nude
>Surrounded by them and their increasingly attractive figures, it's been... hard
>Fortunately you've been good at hiding it
>Until you managed to hit Sophia in the face with it while trying to turn over
>In a flash she's got your underwear down and though she's under the covers with you, it doesn't take sight to know what she's doing
>A thrilled gasp, the words "He really does love us!" and paws on your dick in rapid succession
>Very quickly the others wake up
>You desperately try to pull away and claim you really don't want them that way
>But a passionate kiss from Ophelia quiets you
>"Aren't you the one telling us to be honest?" She says teasingly
>Hearing that from someone who's 13 doesn't really make you feel good about yourself
>Plus with all them around you haven't even gotten so much as a look from another MG, even that cute werewolf down the street that was into you
>Now you're just the crazy cat guy
>A raspy tongue flicks across your erection
>Mindy sits up on your hand and guides your fingers to her snatch
>They really do want it, and probably not just out of wanting to repay a kindness anymore
>Though that could just be an excuse you're telling yourself
>Fuck it
>Covers fly off, revealing three heads all around your dick
>You tell them that if you're all going to be doing this, best do it properly
>And so the night descends into an orgy like you've never had before
>Each of your hands are occupied with fingerfucking two Chehires
>Ophelia rides your face, grinding herself into you
>The others take turns bouncing up and down on you, rotating in and out and sharing your pole amongst their holes
>The two on your hands finally climax from your endless stirring and fall away, briefly satisified
>But you get no rest as your fingers find new holes to pleasure
>And Ophelia and Fione swap

>Now you're eating Fione out and Ophelia bears down on you, but unlike her sisters she has no intent of stopping
>And unlike the others she's going fast and hard
>Her intent is clear, and you plan on giving it to her - the first load
>Her two satisified sisters start licking her all over, rubbing her clit, and doing the best they can to get their elder sister to climax
>Oh boy does it work, the sensitive feline howls with delight, then again as her intense contractions bring you to a climatic finish
>She falls off, savoring her creampie
>Her sisters too, as they take turns licking it out of her
>God damn that's lewd
>Taking some initiative you pin one down and start hammering her
>Some paws fondle your balls and someone licks your taint and butthole, sending a shiver through you
>So the night goes, a wild, blissful and lewd orgy that leaves you spent and unfortunately three of the sisters without a cream filling
>They'll just have to get theirs tomorrow, you say
>Your words seem to mollify them - for now
>They're going to have to learn to share
>And you're going to have to figure out what to do about having six new, young lovers

>Weeks later, you get good news that everything has checked out
>They're officially yours now, and now you can stop buying cans of tuna and rice for meals
>In celebration, they take you on the living room floor
>The sisters are looking healthy as can be, maybe a little too healthy
>Sophia has the biggest tits, just begging to be squeezed - drawing a happy purr from her as you tweak her sensitive nipples
>Mindy's shapely ass deserves some spankings and of course she's the biggest buttslut in the group
>And Ophelia's hips could kill a man, giving you something great to hold onto while fucking up her against the wall
>Fiore is still tiny, and sometimes you worry about breaking her
>Cynthia and Ashely have a bit of femdom streak where they get off the most when you're tied up and they're in control

>While you're able to keep up for the first few months, soon they take their toll on you, body and mind
>Some days you just want to sleep or relax, not spend hours fucking them
>It's like the cork on actual intimate, loving sex was released and now they're rushing to catch up
>One is bad enough, but six?
>Trying to hide from them doesn't really work as they discover you no matter where you hide - closets, laundry room, the web-filled storage room in the basement - and drag you out for sex
>If you're lucky you can pacify them from rubs, but that only works once or twice a week
>They even go after the poor holstaurus maid/caregiver that'd been assigned to you
>More than once you came home to them pinning her down, fucking both her holes with dildos while drinking milk fresh from the tap
>She didn't seem to mind too much, but you tried to scold the horny cats anyways
>And they'd just migrate over to you and get you hard, then jerk you off with their paws until you'd cum over all the holstaurus' tits and they'd lick that off too
>Yet despite their horny exteriors they were still the same cuddlebugs as before
>Once they got their fill they'd pile around and on you, keeping you warm (too warm, most of time) in an purring heap.
>Thus the days went, filled with love that you sometimes couldn't escape.