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combine puppy fit and kitty cellbo with “fit doesn’t fit”.

Cellbit initially balking at the size, insisting that that won’t fit. Pac tugging on his leash, a reminder that kittens don’t talk, and ordering Fit to continue anyways. Pac stroking Cellbit’s hair and kissing his tears away, telling him he’s such a good boy, he can take it all, he can be a good kitty for Fit to breed nice and full. All the while Fit is being such a patient boy, having thoroughly fingered Cellbit and then fucked into him so slowly that he hasn’t gotten the chance to cum yet, even tho Cellbit’s on his third as Fit’s massive cock splits him open further.

-soda anon🥤

"That is not going to fit."

Cellbit stares at the cock between Fit's legs. They're both sitting on Pac's bed, collars around their necks with leashes connected to the D-rings. Fit has just taken his boxers off, and Cellbit cannot tear his eyes away from the absolute log hanging between Fit's thighs. It's got to be at least nine inches, as thick as a fucking pop can, and it's a flushed red, rock hard, and dripping precum onto the sheets.

Even Roier's biggest straps aren't this big. There's no way Cellbit can take that.

A hand tugs on his leash, another coming up to softly scratch behind his ears. "Kitties don't speak, Cellbo," Pac whispers. "You were doing so well. I know you like to be bad and break the rules sometimes, but look at Fit. He hasn't said anything, has he?"

Cellbit shifts his gaze up to Fit's face. His cheeks are flushed, chest still heaving a little from all of Pac's teasing before he got them both naked. He doesn't say anything, just makes a pathetic whining sound in his throat like a sad dog.

Pac's hand takes Cellbit's chin and gently tilts his head up until their eyes meet. "Cats don't speak," Pac says again, with an almost scolding tone, but his gaze softens and he rubs his thumb along Cellbit's jaw, nice and soothing. "Unless you have something else to say? A colour, maybe?"

Cellbit swallows. He glances back at Fit and the length he's sure he cannot take.

He wants to try anyway.

He turns back to Pac, and instead of speaking, he lets out a quiet meow.

Pac smiles. "Good kitty," he whispers, running his fingers through Cellbit's hair. A purr rumbles in Cellbit's chest as Pac scritches at his scalp. His ears flick as Pac's fingers brush against them.

Pac pulls away to tug on his leash. "Lay back, kitty," he says, and Cellbit does as he's told, lying back on the sheets with a soft pillow under his head. Pac lifts Cellbit's hips a little to slide another pillow under his lower back, propping up his hips.

Pac tugs Fit forward by the leash. He follows easily, stopping when he's between Cellbit's legs. He's not even that close, but his cock is almost touching Cellbit's cunt, and he clenches down on nothing at the thought of fitting that inside him.

Pac had Fit prep Cellbit already, Fit slipping four thick fingers inside him while Pac insisted that he would need the extensive prep. Cellbit didn't believe him at first, but now he understands why Pac made them take their time earlier.

Pac presses a kiss to Fit's cheek. "You ready, puppy?"

Fit whines. Pac reaches for the nightstand and grabs the bottle of lube. It's already been used plenty tonight when Fit was getting Cellbit prepped, and Cellbit is glad they're going to be using more. They're going to need it.

Pac squirts some lube into his palm and slathers it up the length of Fit's cock. Fit moans, hips bucking into Pac's grip. Pac chuckles at him and mutters a "good boy," as he squirts more lube over Fit's cock. Cellbit watches, enraptured, as Pac's hand moves up and down until Fit's cock is dripping with lube and precum and Fit is whimpering with need.

Pac lets go, taking up Fit's leash again, and gently pulls him closer to Cellbit. "Come on, puppy."

Once Fit is settled between Cellbit's thighs, hands gripping his hips, Pac moves behind Fit, draping himself over Fit's back, and reaches around to hold his cock, making Fit gasp. Pac grins as he moves Fit's cock to rest against Cellbit's cunt. He taps the head against Cellbit's clit. Cellbit's hips jolt, and Pac chuckles.

"You ready, kitty?" he asks.

Cellbit mewls in response. Pac drags Fit's cock through his slick folds, lining up the head with Cellbit's hole.

Then he's guiding Fit's hips forward. Cellbit hisses at the slight tension at his cunt, and then the head pops in.

Cellbit's mouth falls open in a gasp, eyelids fluttering. Even just the head is a lot, stretching his walls wide open. He mewls, clenching down around the intrusion, and Fit makes a truly pitiful sound, hips jolting forward a little at the sensation, his cock slipping in just a little bit farther, and Cellbit groans at the sudden stretch.

Pac's free hand runs up and down Fit's flank, soothing him. "Be patient, puppy," Pac whispers. "You don't want to hurt my kitty, do you?"

Fit shakes his head, and Pac presses a kiss to his shoulder. "Good puppy," he says. He reaches around to pet Cellbit's thigh. "And you're being such a good kitty. You're going to look so pretty stuffed full of my puppy's cum."

Cellbit moans at the thought, squeezing around Fit's cock. It hurts a little, but he wants more. He wants to take as much as he can, make Pac proud.

Pac smiles. "Good boys." He squeezes the base of Fit's cock, making Fit grunt. "A little more, puppy, go on."

Fit pushes in a little further, and Cellbit's eyes roll when it presses against his g-spot. He mewls, squeezing Fit's dick with his cunt, hips pressing up, trying to pull in more of his length. He doesn't even care how much it hurts now, he wants to be full.

"Good kitty," Pac says, his hand gently squeezing his thigh. "Good, you're so good. Look at you, taking my puppy's cock so well. Does it hurt a little, kitty?"

Cellbit nods. It does. He's never been stretched open like this before, not even on the biggest straps he's taken. It hurts, but the stretch is delicious, every inch of Fit's cock filling him up perfectly, and it's not even halfway in yet.

"Good. I know you like a little bit of pain, kitty. Look at you. Give him a little more, puppy. He wants it."

Fit whines, and he presses in a little more. Cellbit lets out a broken moan. It has to be halfway in by now, and he's not sure if he can even take the full thing.

He looks up at Fit and meets his gaze. Fit's pupils are blown wide, and Cellbit is certain his are as well, both lost in the depths of submission with Pac as the only thing keeping them afloat. Cellbit mewls, and Fit whimpers in response. He lets go of Cellbit's hip with one hand and reaches for Cellbit's hand. Cellbit laces their fingers together and squeezes.

The knot of pleasure in Cellbit's stomach tightens. He's close already, just from this, and somewhere in his head he knows that's pathetic in comparison to how long he can typically last, but this is so much. He mewls to communicate this to Pac, and Pac tilts his head with a grin.

"You want to cum, kitty?"

Cellbit nods frantically, hips twitching, clit aching for friction. He wants to cum so bad.

Pac’s hand trails down, light as a feather. His thumb presses against his t-dick and Cellbit meows, asking for more.

"Go on then, kitty," Pac says as he begins circling Cellbit's clit with his thumb, making Cellbit's hips jolt. "You want to cum on my puppy's big cock?"

Cellbit nods again. Pac presses down harder on his clit and says "Cum for me, kitty."

As if on command, Cellbit's entire body tenses as he cums, yowling as his orgasm wracks through his system. He feels so full, walls spasming around the cock inside him, pressing against his g-spot insistently even without Fit moving.

His entire body goes limp as he comes down, chest heaving. He remembers he's still holding Fit's hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. Fit squeezes back.

"Good kitty," Pac says, moving his hand from Cellbit's clit to his thigh. "You're so good for me, gatinho. We're not quite done yet, though. Look, you've only taken half."

Cellbit moans. He doesn't want to stop. He wants to take it all, even if it hurts.

"My good boys," Pac says. "Little more puppy, he can take it."

Fit pushes in more, and Cellbit yelps, the pain overtaking the pleasure for a moment, too much for his oversensitive cunt. It feels as though Fit's cock is splitting him in two.

Pac's hand moves from his thigh to his stomach. "Oh, kitty, look at this."

Cellbit looks down and his head spins. There's a visible bulge in his stomach from the length of Fit's cock.

Pac presses down on it and Fit moans, as if he can feel Pac's hand through Cellbit's walls. If Cellbit hadn't just cum, this would surely have pushed him over the edge. As it is, he whines, clenching around Fit's dick and whining, aching for more. Fit whimpers, then turns his head to look at Pac, eyes wide and pleading.

Pac tilts his head. "Hm? What do you need, puppy? It's okay, you can speak if you need to."

Fit hesitates. "Um... can I kiss him?"

Pac smiles. "Aww, of course you can, cachorrinho," he coos. "Go ahead."

Fit leans over Cellbit. Cellbit opens his mouth to let Fit lick into it, tongue laving over his teeth, the roof of his mouth, sloppy and uncoordinated as though he really is a dog.

The walls of his cunt stretch further as Fit feeds more of his cock inside him, and Cellbit mewls against his mouth. He doesn't know how much he's taken at this point, but he's too far gone to care.

Fit pulls out of the kiss, breathing heavily. Pac, still pressed against Fit's back, smiles as he reaches down to scratch Cellbit behind the ears. "Aww, look at you two, playing so nice together," he says. "My good boys."

Cellbit's chest rumbles with a purr upon hearing the praise. He is good. He's being such a good boy for Pac. He nuzzles into Pac's hand, and Pac giggles.

"Cute," Pac mutters. "I bet you'll look even cuter with all of my puppy's cock inside you, hm? Do you want that, kitty? You want to take all of it?"

Cellbit nods. He already feels stuffed to the brim, but he wants more.

"Good," Pac says. "Because I think Fit wants to see you full of his cock too, don't you, puppy?"

Fit whines and nods. Pac kisses him on the cheek. "Good boy. You want to cum in him? You want to breed my kitty?"

Heat shoots through Cellbit, going right to his cunt. Being stuffed full of Fit's cum, fucked until it takes, until he's pregnant...

He mewls and brings his legs up to scrabble at Fit's back, trying to pull him in further. Pac laughs and grabs his legs before he can latch his ankles together.

"Aww, you like that, kitty? Want to be fucked full of pups?"

Cellbit nods frantically and lets out a pitiful whimper, trying to push his hips up to take more of Fit's cock. He wants it, he wants it so bad. Why isn't Pac letting Fit fuck him already?

Pac coos, reaching out again to run a hand through Cellbit's hair. "Kitty, you have to be patient. If he hurts you, you can't carry his pups. That's why we have to be careful, okay?"

Cellbit mews in disappointment. He wants Fit's cock in him as far as it will go, until it's pressed against his cervix so his cum has nowhere else to go. He whines in desperation.

Pac hums. "Well, you are pretty stretched out already. I'm sure you can take almost all of it if you're really that eager. You want to try, kitty?"

Cellbit nods, pushing his hips up. He wants to beg, but cats don't speak, so he settles for meowing instead.

"Good boy." With one last kiss to Fit's shoulder, he pulls away, and then he's crawling across the bed right until he's sitting next to Cellbit's head. "Give me your legs, kitty."

Cellbit lifts his legs, and then Pac is grabbing them, hands behind his knees, and pulling them up until Cellbit's legs are at his ears, folding him into a mating press.

“Go on, puppy,” Pac says. “Give him the rest.”

Cellbit's eyes flutter as Fit presses in further. Every inch burns as it's fed into him. Every press against his g-spot sends waves of need through him, and he can feel himself growing closer to the edge despite having just orgasmed. He looks down to watch the way his wet cunt stretches around Fit's cock, see the slight bulge in his stomach get a little bigger as Fit finally, finally slips in to the base.

Cellbit's eyelids flutter. He doesn't think he's ever felt this full in his life. He clenches down, and he swears he can feel the head of Fit's cock pressed up against his cervix. He squeezes around him again, already so very close to another orgasm.

Pac tugs on Fit's leash, making him lean down, and then Pac hikes Cellbit's legs over Fit's shoulders to rest there. Hands now free, Pac lets them roam, skimming over Cellbit's tits, flicking over his nipples, and then one of them presses against Cellbit's clit again.

That's all it takes for Cellbit to cum again, crying out and arching his back, walls spasming around Fit's thick cock. He hears a small wet sound, and he knows he's squirting, but with how full he is of Fit's cock, he's not sure it even has anywhere to go.

He comes down slowly, breathing heavily, cunt still clenching around Fit. He opens his eyes and looks up at Pac, who's smiling down at him and muttering quiet praises, and then he looks at Fit, who looks absolutely ruined, face red, hips twitching with the urge to fuck into Cellbit's tight heat.

"Good kitty," Pac whispers, running a hand through Cellbit's hair. He moves his hand from Cellbit's clit to his stomach, pressing down on the bulge there and making Cellbit gasp. "You've cum twice now. I think my puppy deserves a turn, don't you?"

An excited purr rumbles to life in Cellbit's chest. Finally, finally, he's been wanting Fit to fuck him this entire time. He can't wait to be stuffed full of cum and bred like the good kitty he is.

Pac tugs on Fit's leash. "Go ahead, puppy. Fuck him as hard as you want."

Fit furrows his brow. He lets out a little concerned whine, and Pac just presses a reassuring kiss to his forehead. "Don't worry if you hurt him. We have healing potions for that. Look at him, Fitchi. He wants it."

Fit looks down at Cellbit, and Cellbit mewls, leaning up as best he can to sloppily kiss at Fit's neck. He wants it, he wants it so fucking badly, and if Fit doesn't fuck him now he thinks he might cry.

Fit whimpers, and then he leans down, pressing Cellbit into the bed. He pulls his hips back slowly, dragging his cock halfway out of Cellbit, and then he snaps his hips forward.

Cellbit gasps as the tip of his cock hits his cervix, and then Fit just doesn't stop, pulling his hips back and then fucking back into Cellbit at a brutal pace, stretching his cunt open over and over, and it burns with how badly it hurts. He yowls, tears pricking at his eyes, crying out with every harsh thrust, the pain mingling with the overwhelming pleasure. He hears a gush of wetness hit Fit's skin and he knows he's squirting again.

It hurts so fucking badly, and he can't get enough of it.

"Good kitty," Pac whispers, and he feels a tongue dart over his cheek to lick up a stray tear. He whimpers, and he's cumming again, pleasure rolling in like a wave that doesn't recede, the press of Fit's cock against his g-spot tipping him over into delicious overstimulation.

He hears Fit growl like an animal in one ear, Pac praising him so sweetly in the other, and he's not even sure if he's still cumming, as lost as he is in the dual pleasure and pain wracking his body. He could be cumming for a fourth time, honestly. He feels almost like he's stuck in one continuous orgasm, a neverending loop of pleasure that makes his eyes roll.

And then he feels it, Fit's cock twitching inside of him, and Cellbit clenches around him as if to milk the orgasm out of him. Fit slams home with a groan and Cellbit chokes on a mewl as Fit cums inside him. There's so much, filling him to the brim, and he hopes some of it makes its way past his cervix and into his womb. He wants to be bred, to be claimed, the way Pac said he would be. He wants to come out of this carrying Fit's pups.

Fit moans as his orgasm fades, his cock softening inside Cellbit. It doesn't make the stretch any less, however. He still feels like he's being split in half, and his entire cunt aches with it. He's not sure if a cervix can bruise, but his probably will be anyway.

He feels Pac press a kiss to his forehead. "Good boys," he whispers, and his voice is low with arousal. Cellbit can hear the slick sounds of Pac touching himself. "You're so, so good. You want to be done?"

Cellbit tries to get his thoughts together as best he can so he can answer, but Fit beats him to it with a needy groan and another thrust into Cellbit's sopping wet cunt. Cellbit mewls, pressing his hips up as he feels Fit's cock begin to harden again.

Pac kisses them both on the foreheads again. "My good pets. Go on puppy, breed my pretty kitty."

Fit kisses at Cellbit's neck, sucking marks into the skin. Cellbit moans, letting his eyes flutter shut as Fit begins to fuck him again, hard and fast.

He is going to be very sore after this.

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