Chapter 30

Flotsam

Chapter 30: Pussy Stuff

I wake up wrapped in Clementine’s arms and tail. I can feel her three breasts on my back and her erect cock straining against me. I wiggle my ass against it and sigh; I’m the happiest little spoon.

I feel her stir, “Clem?”

“Mmm?”

“Good morning,” I purr. I rub myself against her boner.

I feel her tail tighten around my thigh. “Jesus Halley, you’re worse than the cat.”

“I’m not the one who started it,” I clench my asscheeks on the shaft of her erection. 

Clementine groans happily and presses her face to the nape of my neck. “Morning wood doesn’t count!”

“A hard cock is a hard cock.” I say primly.

“Didn’t you get enough last night?” She reaches down to gently finger my pussy.

“I’m voracious.” I squirm a little as her fingertips brush my clitoris. “Insatiable.”

“Fine,” Clementine says, “but I’m going to need like five minutes.”

I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of having my vulva stroked. “When did you get your cock back?”

“Hmm?”

“Halley-4 came over and we talked about you.”

“Nice things?”

“Ooooh the nicest,” I sex talk. “But she left out the part where you grew back that amazing cock.” 

“There isn’t much to it,” Clementine says while patiently stroking my pussy. “I knew I couldn’t Shape myself back into a man, but I realized I’d never actually tried to grow a new cock. I thought about it and decided I missed having a penis, and since I was pretty freaky already, why not be a hermaphrodite?” Clem kisses my on the neck, “And so one day I tried it and voila!” Clem gives me a few humps in the back to make her point.

“Excellent work,” I say. “Now put it inside me.”

Clem tickles my side, “It hasn’t been five minutes yet.”

I wiggle helplessly and then gasp as a finger slips inside my vagina. Pussy drool leaks down my face “Ahh… take your time…”

“Thank you.”

I bask and enjoy the leisurely cunt massage: Clem’s fingers slowly trace my slick labia and rub my clit, occasionally probing the hungry heat of my pussy. Clem’s cock is hard and hot between our bodies. It’s still unreal to me that Clem had lived for years without a penis. I think about Clem as a vagina-only woman and her time with Hank and Halley-4 as lovers. Her time being fucked with cocks. Did she miss it? She still has her pussy and I’m sure it still has needs. I shiver happily as Clem’s fingers twirl in my cunt; I bet she'd like this too. I should do a better job of pleasuring her pussy, right? But how? I don’t have hands or even a tongue. A double dildo in my mouth pussy? A strap-on? I gasp: a cock! Clem could give me a cock! I think of Halley-4 and her six-breasted hermaphrodite body, her TMI endorsement of being hung, her stories of fucking Clem with a huge cock. Did Clementine still want that? Did I want that? I remember the orgasmic apocalypse of Halley-7’s whole-body ejaculation. “Clem?”

“It still hasn’t been five minutes.”

I laugh, “Not that! Something else.”

“Okay?”

“Can you give me a cock?”

“What?” I feel Clem shift her body.

Oh my God I’m so nervous. “I want you to give me a penis.”

Clem pushes herself up to look at me. She tucks her hair behind a horn. “Where did this come from?”

“You’ve done such a good job fucking me that I feel like I ought to return the favor.” I blush, “And I guess I want to know what it’s like.”

“Well it’s a lot of responsibility.”

“Clem!”

She grins, “Kidding.” Clem sits up and licks her lips, studies me thoughtfully. She touches my smooth armless shoulders and runs her hands down my body to my hips. “Are you sure this is something you want?”

I shake my hair out of my eyes and nod, “Probably not forever, but I’d like to try it out, yes. Please.”

Clementine smiles mischievously and quietly says “Fuck yeah.” And then she is kissing me on the pubic mound, just a little above my pussy. Her lips feel like molten bronze where they touch me and I feel my body flow into her mouth. She’s Shaping me! I moan as I experience a sudden spike of pleasure as she sucks at the growing cylinder of flesh sprouting from my crotch. Clementine bobs her head, her lips sliding along me and I’m panting; I can feel my new anatomy swelling bigger, longer and wider, extending into her mouth. I scrabble with my legs and gasp, overcome, and blow plumes of hot cunt from the pussy on my face. “Oh fuck, oh Jesus!” How can something outside my body be so sensitive!? Clementine rubs the top of my growth with her tongue and I feel something blossom there, an enormous unpeeling, and I moan as the sensitivity multiplies. I buck my hips, trying to force more of myself into Clem’s mouth and throat and my cunt is drooling on my legs and ass. I feel two globes of fire in my belly, a coalescing, and the squirming sensation of connection. “Fffuck! Fuck!” Clem’s hand grabs the shaft of the cylinder and she slurps and sucks and oh fuck I’m still growing! I can feel the back of her throat and her lips are stretched tight around my girth! I must be huge! I feel a feverish heat in my body and more swelling. “Oh Jesus, Clem, Oh god!” I’m twisting and whimpering and I feel an urgent pressure building inside my body. Clem is fucking me with her face and I feel like my entire consciousness is being pulled into the aching sensitive hardness of my new anatomy! I feel the force inside me swell and narrow at once, a relentless push towards rupture, a moment of crises, and then “Ohhhhh!” I feel myself burst open and a sudden clenching in my abdomen like a fist and a rhythmic pulsing explosion as my new cock erupts into Clementine’s mouth. Clem’s eyes go wide and she sputters, pulls herself off my cock with a cough, and my semen sprays her on the face and tits. “Fuck! Fucking!” I gasp.

“How was that?” She asks, flicking a big globule of spunk off her eyelid.

“Fuck!” I’m panting and my heart is hammering in my chest. My toes are numb. “Sorry,” I gasp.

Clem smiles, resplendent and cumshot, “It’s fine.” She chuckles, “It happens more than you’d think.”

I feel my cock… my cock! Fuck, my penis! I have a cock! I feel it wilting, growing soft having spent itself. Clem moues at my dick, “We can’t be having that.” 

Clem touches my cock and I feel a spark jolt through my body. I feel blood pound into my penis and watch it swell, raising like a mast between my thighs. An enormous column of maleness with a dark wide head. I gasp, my cock is huge! It must be at least ten inches long and almost as wide as Clementine’s wrist! I moan, my cock feels so incredibly hard it almost hurts. I squirm my thighs and my erection brushes my belly, almost reaches my tits. Fuck, I want someone to touch it! No! I want to be inside someone! My eyes are wide, “Oh fuck.” 

Clementine lips curl in a little grin, “That’s better.”

Clementine pushes me flat onto my back and straddles me. Her own cock is hard and I can feel the wet heat of her cunt on my leg. My cock juts up between us, touches the shaft of Clem’s penis. “En garde,” she whispers with a smile. And then her soft delicate hands are on my penis and she’s guiding my cock into her pussy. I feel my sensitive glans rub against her slippery wet heat and I can’t believe she is about to put my monster inside her. There is no way it’ll fit! But Clem bites her lip and I feel her labia stretch around my width, a tight ring of pleasure squeezing my cock. Clem makes a hollow grunt and her eyes close and she lowers herself onto my cock. We both moan as I feel Clem envelope my cock in her boiling tunnel. She’s so tight! And so soft! Clem shakes her hips and winces, pauses, but works me deeper and deeper into her body until my entire cock is inside her pussy. I can feel her labia on my skin, her hot balls are touching my belly. “Touché,” Clem gasps.

“Fuck, how are you even?”

Clem smiles, her eyes dreamy, “Magic.”

And then she’s rocking her hips and stroking her tits and I’m fucking an angel. Her tail lashes the air and her silver hair falls loose from her horns. My cock strains inside her body; it feels like being gripped by perfection. Clem leans forward and grabs my tits, pinches my nipples, and rocks forward and backward, grinding her clitoris on me, making her erect cock wobble. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, kick my legs up on the bed for grip. “Oh Jesus Christ…” Clem lifts herself partially off my cock and pushes her three heavy tits into my face. I smash my pussymouth on them, suck at her nipples as much as I can. I try and and thrust my hips up from the bed, fuck Clem from below. “Yes… good…” she pants, while smashing my face against her middle tit. I get my feet planted on the bed, lift my knees, and brace my body. “Don’t come too soon,” Clem says as she grabs me by my smooth shoulders and crouches over me, still impaled on my cock, tail in the air. She starts to thrust back against me, and I push my hips up to meet her, trying to fuck her harder. “Hold on,” she gasps, slamming her pelvis against me. I moan, feeling my cock plunge in and out of her, her tight pussy gripping me tight, a rhythmic pulse of pleasure. I feel a churn in my belly and that strange instinctual pressure build to bursting. “Fuck,” I whine, “I’m going to cum!” “Not yet,” Clem hisses pushing herself up over me, her hips gyrating wildly, her cock bouncing. “So close…” I squeeze my eyes closed and wish I had teeth to grit, fight back against the urge to let myself go. “Oh… oh…” Clem says and I open my eyes to see her arch her back and shriek, her legs clamp onto me and her cock erupts in a stream of cum that showers my armless torso and tits and face. Her tail flails behind her, slapping my legs. And then I’m swept away by my own orgasm and I feel my cock explode inside Clementine, my cum pounding into her in waves. Clem moans and shudders, bares her teeth, leans down and clutches me tight as her body is racked by another orgasm. 

We lay there for a time, Clem’s limp body pinning down my relaxed form, my semi-hard cock trapped in the snug embrace of Clem’s pussy, both of us panting. 

“How was that?” Clem eventually asks. I feel the tip of her tail gently stroke my vagina. 

“Fucking…” I pant. My legs are completely numb and I feel like I could float away.

“So you like the cock?” She asks, a smile playing on her lips.

“Not sure,” I pant, “Need more experimentation. Replicates… Rigor…”

She giggles and nods. “Better get back to it then.”

“Huh?”

Clementine grabs me by the head, and kisses me hungrily on my pussy face…

***

“Mrrow, I didn’t think you were ever going to leave the bedroom.”

“Hi Pussy.”

My catgirl clone is sitting on all fours and looking up at me. Pussy looks like the original Halley if she got really into yoga and was also a slutty cat. She has wide green feline eyes, a pink kitty nose and whiskers, and black furry cat ears that stick out of her bobbed black hair. She has a slinky body with eight small tits on her nude torso and a long black tail that idly twitches behind her. She has short black fur on her lower limbs and her hands and feet are more like paws than human extremities. She sniffs with her delicate nose and is staring at my crotch. “Oh, I see you got a new toy.”

I blush bright red. I’m wearing an oversized grey t-shirt in relaxed mode, with the too-wide neckhole slipped to completely expose one of my limbless shoulders, which is actually a cute look. The shirt can just barely cover my naked ass, but my new dick is long enough to dangle below the hem like an obscene tail. I’m a shower and grower. I try to adjust my thighs to hide it, but realize it’s useless. And anyway I have a bare cunt on my face. I gather up my dignity, “Yes, and your point is?”

Pussy stands on her paws and fluidly turns in a circle, lifts her tail, and shows me the pink slit of her namesake. “Come here and fuck me with it.”

“What? No!” I feel a thrum in my cock. Maybe I want to?

Pussy scowls at me over her shoulder, “I’m bored.” She waves her tail around, “And horny.”

I fight down the urge to boner. Is this thing on a hair trigger? “I’m not going to have sex with you.”

Pussy makes a disgusted cat noise and flops onto the floor, “Then what are you good for?”

I can still feel my pulse in my penis. How do dudes live like this? I need to change the topic: “How do you feel about me and Clem being…” What were we doing exactly? Is this dating? “…Together? Are you jealous?”

“Not really,” Pussy says batting at something with a paw. “I guess I’m happy for Master.”

“You are?”

“Sure. She deserves to get fucked with a big cock sometimes.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes…” Pussy somehow slithers to look at me directly. “I’m just Master’s pet and she needs human companionship too. I don’t really give a fuck who it is; if Master is happy, that’s all that matters.”

“Sharing doesn’t bother you?”

Pussy blinks her eyes, “It used to bother me a little, after I first changed, but I’ve been a cat for so long that it’s just part of life.” She smooths an ear with a paw, “Feed me, fuck me, and scratch my tits when I’m feeling affectionate, that’s all I really need to be happy. Ever since I did the kitty mental changes to become a petgirl I can’t do human style love anymore. I’m not… compassionate enough or emotionally available.” She shrugs and licks her paw, “I’m too much cat, not enough girl.”

I cock my head, “Why did you become Clem’s pet?”

Pussy stares at me with her green eyes. “Why do we do anything?”

“Aw, come on. You must’ve had a reason?”

“It’s because I’m Halley-Prime,” Pussy says with a serious face. She pulls her ears back and narrows her eyes, “I’m in hiding.”

“What the fuck!?” Pussy is Prime!? Here all along but hiding in plain sight! Does Clem know? “Really?”

“No!” Pussy mews in amusement. “Of course not idiot, that wouldn’t make any sense.” She sniffs, “Use your brain.”

“Rrarggh!” I say, clenching my toes for lack of fists. “You bitch!”

“Oh calm down,” Pussy says, rubbing her face with a paw. “And no dog slurs, please.”

I take a few calming breaths and resist the urge to kick Clem’s cat. “Okay, so if you aren’t Prime, then who are you?”

“Halley-5.”

“Okay Halley-5, why did you become Clementine’s pet cat?”

She rolls her eyes, “If you must know… it’s because we always leave Master.”

“What?”

“Us. Halleys. We never stay. Prime ran off and probably died. Hank became a Salvager. Halley-3 joined a gang. Halley-4 talked Master into a sexy makeover and then ran away to play girl boss. And all the Halleys after me? Where the fuck are they? Gone. We always leave.”

“I’m here.”

Pussy sniffs, “So far.”

I shift my weight a little uncomfortably. “Okay, so how does becoming a catgirl fix things?”

“Because I was going to leave too, eventually. I’d find some new shiny thing or run off on a stupid misadventure and get lost; it was only a matter of time. I already did it once, back on Earth when we ditched Clem for college. It’s our nature.” Pussy liquidly rolls onto her paws and starts to pace around me, “Do you know how much Master does for us? Master is very wealthy and could afford a much nicer home up in the Terraces. She stays here in this shitty little apartment because it’s where new Halleys manifest.” Pussy makes an annoyed cat face, “I could have a giant house to explore with tall sunny windows and a view! But noooo, what if the next Haley needs us?” Pussy’s fur goes a bit spiky. “Master pays for all kinds of shit too. She helped pay for Hank’s stupid bar and invested in Halley-4’s ridiculous Pony Express, and is co-owner of Halley-23’s strip club. Master is always there for us and we always ditch her because we are ungrateful shitheads.”

“And so cat?”

Pussy shakes her head, “And so I took away the option to leave. If I was a sexpet I was no longer considered independent or human. I’d be Master’s property. I would have no choice but to stay with Master for the rest of my life.”

“Jesus. I can’t believe Clementine went along with this.”

Pussy rolls her eyes and her tail twitches, “Obviously I did it without telling her. Please.” She passes around my back and into view again, “Master did my Shape, but I tricked her into thinking it was a sexy game. Meow meow I’ll be your sexy pet catgirl this weekend! Meow meow can I has fucking? We’d done stuff like that before so she wasn’t suspicious.” Pussy leaps up onto a table and flops down, “Then I borrowed some Currencies and secretly went to get the final petgirl treatments. I met with psychics to have my mind made more catlike and then it was a simple matter of signing away my rights and legally becoming property.” Pussy smiles and meows, “Then I surprised Master with the gift of a horny new cat.”

“I thought Flotsam was basically an anarchist state? I can’t imagine the Greys enforcing sexpet contracts.”

“But the Ürnauts enforce them because they absolutely love contracts and the Guild Psychics of Flotsam refuse to reverse Sexpet mental changes without extenuating circumstances. I was stuck a sexy kitty and Master had no choice but to keep me or sell me.”

“That must have been so hard on Clem.”

Pussy shrugs, “She came around.”

“So your plan worked?”

“I’m still here aren’t I?” Pussy tilts her head, “…but I guess I didn’t really plan for how big the mental changes would be. I thought I’d stay with Clem as her furry girlfriend, but, well… oops.”

“And you’re happy like this?”

“Of course! I’m amazing and I get all the food, sex, and scritches I could want.” She murrs, “A bigger house would be cool though.”

I shake my head, “Why call yourself Pussy?”

“It started as a joke,” Pussy says happily, “but it stuck.” She blinks at me, “Although it probably suits you better.”

“Har har.”

Pussy rolls onto her back and bats at the air with her paws, “So what are you going to do now?”

“What do you mean?”

“You have no fucking arms, what can you even do?”

Huh, I hadn’t thought of that. “I don’t know?” 

“If you stay here don’t expect me to like, do hand things for you,” Pussy says while looking away. “I’m not a service animal.”

“Noted.” What did I want to do? Keep fucking Clem, and Bluebell too, and I should probably get back to my dairy delivery job, somehow? Maybe I need a new job? What job can I even do? The newest freak in the Sexbox? Ick. I should probably touch base with Gan Ceann, let her know what I learned. “I guess I’d still like to figure out what happened to Prime.”

Pussy sits up, “What?”

“You asked what I was going to do.”

“Oh that? Bored.”

I sigh, good talk asscat. I turn toward the kitchenette for a snack. I wonder if I can figure out how to make something without arms..

“Are you really still stuck on Halley-Prime?” Pussy is standing on her hind legs like a human and looking deep into my eyes. “After you gave up your arms and mouth for this idiotic quest? You still want to find Prime?” She frowns and I see her claws extend from her paws. “Even though she’s an asshole who is probably dead.”

“Yeah, I guess I do.”

“Fucking idiot.”

“Thanks.” I feel my cheeks warm and I turn to go.

“I know where she went.”

I turn back and Pussy is staring at me with her big green eyes. “Pardon?”

“I know where Halley-Prime was going when she disappeared.” She frowns, “I can show you.”

Jesus Christ! Is this another trick? “What? How?”

“Prime kept a diary, a paper one where she wrote down all her notes. She was trying to find why we were abducted, right? She had a secret record of everything she learned, but only a single hardcopy.”

“And you found it?”

Pussy looks smug, “Of course, it was hidden under a floor panel.”

“Why were you prying up the floor?”

“I was bored, obviously.” She shrugs, “I’m a house cat with human intelligence and semi-opposable thumbs. I get it into everything.”

“What did you do with it?” And why is this the first I’m hearing about Prime’s secret diary?

“Well, I read it.”

“And then what? Where is it now?”

“Oh, I destroyed it.”

“What! The fuck! You had the answers!? And you let us all run around like fucking fools!?”

“Oops.”

I growl and stamp my foot and I’d be strangling Pussy if I had hands. I cannot fucking believe it! This fucking cat! I close my eyes and force myself to take ten long cleansing breaths. Rage is not a helpful emotion right now. “Okay,” I open my eyes. I am calm. So calm. “So what happened to Prime?”

“She had a vision of a glowing sphere out in the Junk Desert. She thought that it was an artifact calling to her, something with the same extraterrestrial origins as our parents. She went on a secret expedition to find it, and then disappeared.”

“God. Where did she go?”

Pussy stares at me for a long moment.

“Well?”

“Some trash heap in the Far Outlands called Quarantine Zone 7.”

***

Chapter 31