“What the hell is going on here?!”
Momo looked over, seeing me in the doorway. It was a good thing I had forgotten my wallet on the bureau. Momo jumped off Chloe and hid behind the bed, while Chloe, crying, rushed over to me.
“Momo keeps tickling me! Make her stop!”
I looked at Momo. “What have you been doing to Chloe?”
“Momo just wanted to play with her!”
“Even when she clearly didn’t want to?”
Momo cocked her head to one side, not understanding why I was angry. What the hell was going on with her? Was Momo bisexual? Sure, I had seen Momo and Sonja lick my cum off each other’s breasts, or finger each other, but they had never kissed or shown any real sexual interest in each other. Why would she go after Chloe but not Sonja?
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I looked back and forth between them, from Chloe’s ears to Momo’s. Oh for fuck’s sake! Momo isn’t molesting Chloe because she’s bi, she’s bullying her because they’re cat and mouse! She’s playing with her fucking food! She used to do the same damn thing when she was a kitten. She’s catch mice and birds, and even when they were injured or dead, she would keep batting them around, trying to get them to fight back. I thought she had outgrown it, but Momo was still a predator and was picking on Chloe because she was small and weak.
“Momo, you’re not allowed to play with someone when they don’t want to! That’s very bad! Very bad! You’re going to spend the next few nights sleeping on the couch!” I then stormed over and took away her vibrator. “And you’re not getting this back anytime soon!”
For the rest of the day, Momo made herself scarce, hiding in the woods. It’s better that she did, because I was furious for the way she treated Chloe. I filled up her food bowl at dinner, but she didn’t come in to eat until we had all finished and left the kitchen, at which point she waited for us to go to bed. Sonja was confused as to why I was bringing down blankets and a pillow and leaving them on the couch, with Momo sniffling in the far corner of the house.
“Master, what’s going on?” she asked as she followed me up to the bedroom.
“Momo has been very bad, so for the next few nights, she’ll be sleeping on the couch.”
Sonja froze, trying to imagine what Momo had done to earn such a horrible punishment. In the bedroom, we found Chloe, sitting on Momo’s side of the bed. The blankets I had given Momo were from Chloe’s nest under the bed. After we all brushed our teeth, we were about to climb into bed, but I instead saw Chloe crawl under it. Even without blankets and a pillow, she still planned on sleeping on the floor.
“Chloe, wait.” She poked her head up from under the bed. “I know you like to sleep on the floor at night, but there is plenty of room in the bed for you. Come on, it’ll be too cold and uncomfortable for you down there.”
Chloe’s face turned red. Normally, she would only sleep in the bed for daytime naps, since at night, her rodent instincts told her to hide under things and avoid the nocturnal predators. She wasn’t used to being so exposed at night. Plus, she and I had never slept in the same bed before. Even when I went to take a nap, Momo and Sonja would always flank me and leave Chloe to snooze underneath. After seeing what I did with Momo and Sonja, she was worried about what I would do with her so close.
I held out my hand to her. “Don’t worry, it’s ok. I promise you, you’re safe.”
Rather than take my hand, she slithered up from under the bed and into the covers. I could feel her beside me, taking the same kneeling pose she would to eat.
“Ok, everybody cozy? Goodnight girls.”
“Goodnight, Master!” said Sonja with a smile.
“Goodnight, Master,” said Chloe, giving a muffled squeak under the covers.
The next day, I decided to treat everything as I would normally. Momo was still grounded and would sleep on the couch for a few more days, but I didn’t yell at her or anything like that. She had already run away once, back when she thought I loved Sonja more than her, and if I was mean to her, she might run away again. At the very least, she understood that she had done something wrong. I just had to hope that she would understand why it was wrong.
After returning home yesterday and finding Momo and Chloe, I hadn’t gotten anything done. I needed to get this place ready for winter. Having slept in a bit and had breakfast, I found the girls playing in the living room. Chloe was doodling, Momo was playing Space Invaders on the laptop, and Sonja was reading Dr. Seuss.
“Girls, I’m going to go out and run some errands.”
“Bye, Master!” they said.
They all looked up to me, and when my eyes met Momo’s, I gave her a glare that said ‘you’re on thin ice, don’t fuck this up’. I think she got the message; she immediately hid behind the laptop.
Driving to the nearby town, I stopped at the hardware store and got some snow shovels, salt, sand, long-lasting candles, and a generator. I didn’t need something too heavy duty, just enough power to keep the water running and maybe the stove and microwave. Either way, the cost was more than I expected and I could feel rocks piling up in my stomach. Chloe’s addition hadn’t raised living expenses by very much, but even as an office manager, I was living paycheck to paycheck. I still made enough to have some savings left over, but it was scary how often those savings got depleted. It was a good thing I didn’t pay for heating oil or firewood.
That night, we had raviolis and meat sauce, just like Momo wanted, sort of like a peace offering. But now, hanging from her shoulder like a purse, Chloe carried a water gun. I had gotten it for her at the store and instructed her to spray Momo if she ever got even a little bit touchy-feely. She appeared reluctant to use it, but I could also see that she was relieved to have it. Hopefully the relationship between them was still mendable. But I was happy that the four of us could again watch TV together on the couch.
“Master,” Sonja whispered.
She was on her back, her legs wrapped around my waist. Even the smallest thrust made her breasts jiggle like Jell-O. With Momo still sleeping downstairs, it was just Sonja and I. I decided to take it slow tonight, gentle, loving, contrary to the hardcore threesomes we usually had. She looked so beautiful, even in the darkness, her blonde hair catching even the faintest light. My lips met hers, our tongues following suit, not even separating when I pulled out or rushed into her.
It was nice to do it this way for a change. Sometimes one on one is better than a threesome. Besides, seeing us as we were now, Chloe’s expression was almost one of awe. Normally, she would look terrified when she watched me have sex with Momo and Sonja, but that was because we were normally much more hardcore in that scenario, fucking like porn stars. But now that she was seeing it this way, seeing how tender and caring it could be, her fear was disappearing. Lying just two feet away, wrapped in blankets, she watched with wide eyes and slick thighs.
Sonja finished, I coming in second. I kissed her on the nose. “I love you,” I said.
“I love you too, Master,” she murmured.
I moved off her and turned to Chloe, kissing her too on the nose. “Goodnight, Chloe.”
“Goodnight, Master.”
I left home that frigid Monday morning with a bit of worry. Chloe had told me that Momo often came after her in the middle of the day, usually when she was napping. I had stepped out yesterday to run errands, but with the work week starting once again, that was more than eight hours a day where I wouldn’t be supervising them. But I had left Sonja with the task of keeping Chloe safe, and the last time I checked on them, they were curled up in bed, Chloe with her water gun always in reach. Momo had one more night to spend on the couch, and I hoped for her sake that she didn’t screw up.
Hours later, Chloe and Sonja woke up and headed downstairs. They found Momo on the couch, shaking her head after a very unsatisfying nap.
“Momo misses Master’s bed,” she whined.
Chloe hid behind Sonja, worried that Momo might do something to her in her frustration.
“Well it’s your own fault,” said Sonja. “You made Master angry.”
“Momo doesn’t know why Master is angry.”
Sonja cocked her head to one side. “Huh, I don’t know either. What did you do, again?”
“She kept playing with me, even though I didn’t want to,” said Chloe.
“Momo thought Chloe was a toy.”
“Well of course Master is angry at you! How could you think Chloe is a toy? Master doesn’t think we are toys!”
Momo’s ears twitched, the words finally getting through. “Chloe, Momo is sorry,” she said.
Momo had already apologized before, or more accurately, been forced to, but Sonja and Chloe could tell that this one was truly genuine. Chloe stepped out from behind Sonja, holding her hands in front of her.
“I forgive you,” she squeaked.
I came home, finding Momo and Chloe on the couch, reading a picture book together. Chloe didn’t seem nervous and didn’t have her water gun next to her. It warmed my heart, seeing them finally getting along. That evening, Momo seemed less miserable about sleeping on the couch. Perhaps she had realized what she did wrong and was willing to bear her punishment. Anyways, this was the last night she was grounded, and even I was glad that it was over. She and I hadn’t had sex since I punished her, so it would be good for things to get back to normal.
I rolled off a very satisfied Sonja, finding Chloe watching us with wide eyes. “Come here, cutie,” I said, pulling her close. She tensed up when I put my arm around her, thinking I was going to use her for Round 2. Instead, I simply held her against me, her forehead pressed against my chest.
“M-Master?” she asked.
“We don’t cuddle enough.” The bed began to shake and small yips could be heard. I looked back Sonja. She was sound asleep but wiggling and whining. “Huh, look at her go. She must be dreaming about chasing squirrels.”
It was a new day and I was happy as could be. Sure, there was a frigid downpour outside and I had cut myself shaving, but neither of those could ruin my mood. Why? Because it had been more than a month since Chloe appeared, and never had she shown a single sign of a menstrual cycle, meaning she couldn’t get pregnant and was open for business!
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