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The first time Husk said it, it was totally unexpected.
Angel was on top of Husk, balls-deep in the man's ass. They were both close to climax, and Angel loved the intensity they had going on. As he fucked Husk, and a brutal, steady pace, he implored the cat to tell him something sweet.
"Talk dirty to me."
"Harder," Husk choked out.
"That was fuckin' pathetic, man, I said talk dirty!"
"Please, Angie, fuck - fuck me harder?" Angel wasn't quite at the angle Husk wanted, but he didn't have the brains to suggest that they move - his mind had been turned to mush by Angel's long, pink-and-white-striped member awhile ago.
"C'mon, tell me something interesting. Gross me out."
"Gross...Gross you out?"
"Yeah, tell me something icky. I know you've got fantasies, you stoic motherfucker, they're in there somewhere." He reached down with one of his lower pairs of arms and stroked Husk lightly. The cat hissed.
"I - I dunno what you're talking about."
"C'mon, what're you thinking about, old man? Tell me somethin' sick!"
"I -"
"Really sick, Husky, I mean just fuckin' disgusting, I want the most deranged, filthy -"
"Harder, fuck me, ple -"
"Fucked up, deviant little fantasy that your puny brain can come up with, you dirty little slut!"
Husk's eyes were screwed shut. He was attempting to moan something, but his words came out as ragged gasps.
"Who's my little slut?"
He grunted, unsure. "Me?"
"Who's my dirty little slut?"
"I am?"
"Like you mean it, you braindead cum-eating little -"
Husk's deep, gravelly voice ripped through his throat as he moaned, "I am, I'm your little slut, fuck, please, please, fuck me harder Mommy!"
Husk didn't even realize what he'd said. He was painfully close to the edge. Just two or three good thrusts would do it...which is why he groaned in pain and disappointment when Angel stopped moving, buried halfway in his ass. The cat opened his glowing eyes.
"Angie...Red Light!" Red Light was their safeword, along with Yellow for unsure, or Green for all good.
Husk wrapped his legs around Angel's waist, stopping his attempt to pull out.
"No, no, I didn't mean - I didn't want you to - Oh God, don't stop, I'm so close, I just wanna cum!"
"Oh...okay." Angel thrust in again, building back up to the pace they'd been maintaining before. He smirked, ready to embrace Husk's fantasy. "Mommy's gonna take real good care'a you."
Husk looked appalled for a second, and opened his mouth to speak, but his orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks. His eyes rolled back as Angel fucked him and stroked his cock, all while cooing, "Cum for Mommy, you're my sweet boy, cum for Mommy."
Waves of pleasure wracked through Husk, so intense they were almost painful. Angel's words were turning him on just as much as the physical sensations. When the final wave washed away, Husk let himself slump like a little ragdoll.
"Color?"
"Green," Husk sighed. "Breed me."
Angel continued fucking Husk for a few more minutes, loving how the oversensitive cat began to tremble and twitch, covered in his own spend. Angel came into Husk hard, kissing his neck as it happened.
When it was over, Angel flopped down next to Husk, who had already started drifting off. He kissed the cat's nose.
"Go get Mommy a towel?"
Husk opened his eyes, glaring.
"Enough with that Mommy shit, you little freak."
"You're the one who brought it up!"
Husk furrowed his brows. His secret desire was buried so deep, he rarely even masturbated to the thought - though the fantasy usually cropped up of its own volition whenever he was about to cum. He was pretty sure he'd remember mentioning it in a conversation.
"When?"
"Oh, my God. You're so old, man - Five minutes ago you went 'fuck me harder, Mommy' outta nowhere."
A blush rose in Husk's cheeks. Now that Angel mentioned it, Husk could practically feel the freshly spoken words on his tongue.
Shit.
"Yeah, well. I'm not into that."
"Aw. You got my hopes up." Angel noticed Husk's ear twitch in interest. That was promising. "I was all excited…"
Husk shifted uncomfortably. Angel's approval made him feel a little better, but it was still gross.
"If you're into it, you can tell me, y'know."
"Ok, fine. Doesn't mean I wanna act on it."
"Why not?"
"Uh, because it's disgusting?"
"Hey, just because you don't wanna do it doesn't mean it's bad, like, inherently."
Husk looked away. Angel frowned. It was clear that Husk was seriously struggling with this. It was odd, seeing the usually shameless, dirty old man be so shy. He took Husk's hand, stroking it with his thumb.
"Husky?"
"I don't wanna get into this bullshit right now."
"That's perfect. I was gonna say...It kinda seems like this is a personal thing, so I won't mention it again. I'm ridiculously into it, but the ball's on your field."
"You mean 'in my court'?"
"Oh, Mr. Macho wants to talk about sports like he's somebody. You had my dick up your ass five minutes ago, pal." Angel rolled his eyes. "Anyways, seriously, you bring it up whenever you feel like it, and we'll talk. A'right?"
Husk nodded, never intending on broaching the subject again.
The fantasy didn't come up for several weeks. It took an insane amount of effort for Angel to bite his tongue, especially in the throes of ecstasy Husk put him through on an almost nightly basis.
Finally, over midnight snacks and a blunt one evening, Husk blurted out, "So if I called you 'Mommy,' it wouldn't turn you off?"
From there, they launched into a long and detailed conversation. Husk felt like pure shit for his fantasy, and Angel quickly realized that Husk was confusing a simple desire for roleplay with some sort of pedophilia-adjacent fetish.
"What other reason could there be besides some kind of latent tendency to -"
"Husk, shut up for a sec." Angel shifted, sitting up straight. "I was in the biz for...a long time. Like, a really long time. Sometimes there's an obvious reason for people's fetishes, other times there isn't. One thing I learned is that beating yourself up over it ain't gonna help."
"Do you think I have, like repressed memories or some shit? I don't think my mom would ever…"
"Honestly? I don't think so. Did you even call her 'Mommy'?"
Husk shook his head. "'Mama.'"
"Okay, so I really don't think this is about her."
"Then what else could it be? It's literally the title of a parent."
"I have a workin' theory," Angel sighed. "Well...Husky, you're a little bit of a bitter old man - an old, old, old man -"
"Thank you for this. That's helpful."
"Therefore - Don't interrupt - Therefore, I'm really not surprised by this."
Husk took another hit from the blunt, breathing the smoke out slowly.
"You're not?"
Angel reached out and gently took Husk's face in his hands. He guided the cat toward him, placing his face against the bare, pink and white fluff of his chest. He let Husk rest there for a moment before continuing in a soft voice.
"No, baby. I hate to psychoanalyze, but I don't think this is trauma-related. It makes perfect sense to me that a rough-and-tumble, older guy like you would wanna be...Taken care of, by a soft, warm, familiar figure. Especially a Mommy, 'cause the implication there is that I'm the one with all the responsibility, and you don't have to do any thinking for once. All you gotta worry about is doing what you're told."
Husk nuzzled into Angel's fluff as velvety pink hands petted him.
"Good boy, Husky," Angel cooed. "Cuddly boy."
Husk opened his eyes. "This is all I'm picturing it as, y'know? Just...warm."
"Mhm."
"I'm not a creep."
"I know, honey."
Husk pulled away. "I just...It's frowned upon."
"By who?"
"Um, society?"
"Well, 'society' ain't here." Angel smirked, scratching behind Husk's ears. "It's just you and Mommy."
Husk squeaked. Angel's smirk turned into a grin. Looks like he'd successfully dispelled the kitten's fears after all.
After a lot more talking, mostly regarding boundaries and subtleties of the scene, they decided to bring the fantasy to life in a few days, when they'd both have lots of spare time (Husk's day off from the bar, and Angel's day off from various groups and therapies). In the meantime, Husk would refer to Angel as his title in private, to get them both used to it.
Angel couldn't help a grin of satisfaction when Husk rolled over to go to sleep, and nervously muttered, "Goodnight, uh...Mommy."
Husk sat on the bed amid a pile of pillows and blankets. The room was lit with many candles, and a string of pink fairy lights hanging above the bed. He hugged a big, pig-shaped plushie to his chest as he waited for his partner. During the day, the cat didn't hesitate to walk around naked, yet laying here with underwear and a blanket covering him, he somehow felt completely exposed. It was odd, to say the least.
The bathroom door opened, and Angel stepped into the bedroom. He was wearing a white, waffled robe, with pink knee-high stockings and matching boyshort panties. For his makeup, he wore subtle eyeliner, lashes curled upward, and some blush.
Angel walked slowly toward the bed, looking Husk up and down.
"You look comfy."
Husk just stared up at Angel, most of his face buried in the plushie.
"Aw…" Angel sat on the edge of the bed and pet Husk's head, combing his fingers through the little strands of hair. "Is someone shy?"
Husk looked away.
"Baby?"
Husk nodded.
"Why don't we try using our words?"
Husk gulped. Oh, jeez...moment of truth.
The cat took a deep breath and said, "Yes...Mommy."
"Good boy," Angel whispered, rewarding Husk by scratching behind his ears. "Are you chilly?"
"No, Mommy."
Angel fingered the edge of Husk's blanket. "Let's take this off, for now."
He peeled the fleece back, smiling at Husk's delicious, furry body. Husk shifted nervously, hugging the plush tighter against his face. He was genuinely really nervous, for whatever reason. He got the odd feeling that he was losing his virginity, despite the fact he'd done that over a century ago ( and even then, he hadn't been this jittery). But for all his apprehension, he was eagerly anticipating what was to come.
And it showed.
Angel lightly stroked Husk's cotton briefs for a moment, before drifting his hand to Husk's small bulge. He rubbed it with the tip of his finger, making Husk squirm.
"Excited?"
Husk nodded, but quickly added what Angel wanted to hear: "Yeah, Mommy."
Angel climbed into bed, next to Husk.
"Before I make you feel good, I need to show you what's gonna happen if you disobey me. Okay?"
Heat pooled in Husk's stomach. He knew what was coming. He discarded the plush, finally exposing his furry little chest and face.
"Yes, Mommy."
"Such a good boy." Angel kissed Husk lightly on the lips. "This hurts me a lot more than it hurts you. Trust me."
Sharp pain exploded in Husk's face. Angel had slapped him. Another burst followed, and another. The spanks were muffled, since both men were coated in fur.
Angel kissed the cheek he'd just slapped, before moving on and hitting the other side of Husk's face three times. His hand stung from the force.
Before Husk knew it, he found himself buried in Angel's fluff. The spider was petting him, cooing, "Poor baby, my poor little sweetheart, Mommy loves you."
Angel snuggled the cat for a minute before pulling back and holding his face in two hands.
"Promise you won't make Mommy do that again."
"I promise, Mommy," Husk breathed in his gruff voice.
Angel looked back down at Husk's crotch, pleased to see the bulge had grown. He reached down and fondled it with one of his lower hands, while his upper ones squished Husk's cheeks.
"I think someone's a little pain slut. Huh?" He pawed at Husk's bulge, enjoying the way it hardened against his soft fingers. "Are you my little pain slut?"
"Yes, Mommy."
"Tell me."
"I…" He closed his eyes for courage. "I'm Mommy's little pain slut."
"Good boy!" Angel was honestly astonished by Husk's good behavior. It was almost too good to be true. He decided to check in. "Colo-"
"Green."
Shit, okay then. Angel snapped the hem of Husk's briefs.
"What should we do with these?"
"Take 'em off?"
"Now, that's not very polite…" Angel released Husk's face and ran his hands along the cat's furry torso. He found a small nub and took it between his fingers, pinching the nipple hard.
Husk hissed, but judging by the way he desperately pressed his legs together in an attempt to conceal his arousal, Angel knew he liked it.
"Try asking nicely."
"Please take them off, Mommy?"
"Aw, there's my good boy." Angel sat back, straddling Husk's thighs, and pulled his underwear down, freeing Husk's slick, barbed length. "And there's my best boy."
Angel slowly untied his robe, letting it fall open. Husk couldn't help but ogle the beautiful body in front of him. Angel's thin, snowy form was framed by the hanging cloth of the robe, exposing his breast-like fluff. He was wearing simple, pink cotton panties, which did nothing to disguise a growing arousal beneath.
"Well?"
Husk took a deep breath. He wanted to impress Angel, so he pushed his feelings of embarrassment and stupidity aside and said, "You look really pretty, Mommy."
Angel giggled, leaning forward to kiss Husk. It started out chaste and innocent, but as he resumed stroking Husk's cock, it grew more heated.
"You like Mommy's tongue in your mouth?"
"Mmm," Husk hummed. "Your tongue is so good."
Angel pulled back. Husk was doing better with this than he predicted. He definitely deserved a reward. Angel retrieved the lube from the headboard and slicked up two of his fingers, before leaning back into the kiss. The two upper hands pinched and rubbed Husk's many nipples. One lower hand played with Husk's cock and balls, massaging and jerking as he saw fit. He reached around with the other lower hand and began prepping his ass.
Angel felt many small hums and moans from Husk, too soft to be heard. They were adorable. Husk was getting pretty excited. It wasn't long until he got up the nerve to request, "Can I touch you, Mommy?"
"Where?"
Husk glanced at Angel's chest.
"You wanna pet my fluff?"
Husk nodded. Angel took one of the cat's paws in his hand and guided it to his chest. He used Husk's paw to rub his own flesh for a moment before letting go. Husk raised his other arm, and with both paws, massaged Angel's soft fluff, letting his claws comb through the long hairs.
"Touch me lower," Angel sighed. He was working magic on himself with his deft fingers. "Just like I'm doing to you."
Husk licked his lips before drifting his hands downward. He rubbed Angel's warm, hard length through his underwear for a moment before pulling it down. Angel ceased his ministrations to Husk's body and kicked the panties off, as well as discarding his robe. He scooted upward, sitting down on Husk's stomach, watching the cat go to work.
Husk knew just what to do. One paw remained buried in the fluff, occasionally closing into a fist and tugging on the sensitive hairs. The other paw made quick work of drawing his erection out, teasing the head with his sharp nail and stroking the striped cock.
"You're such a good boy."
"Thank you."
"Thank you, what?"
Husk looked up with a little smirk, feigning ignorance.
"Someone needs a spanking," Angel lamented, raising his open palm and bringing it down on Husk's cheek once more. "Now fucking say it."
"Thank you, Mommy!" He was trying not to grin, by now.
"Thank me for spanking you."
"Thank you for spanking me, ma'am, I was a bad boy, I deserved it."
Angel had a smile of his own by now. He squirted some more lube into his palm and reached back, smearing it on Husk's length.
"You're a very naughty boy," Angel growled. "Do you know what happens to naughty boys?"
Husk shook his head, eager to find out.
"Mommies use 'em for fun, and get off on their big cocks...But naughty boys don't get to finish."
Husk's ears pinned back. "Well, I feel like I was pretty good before that, so…"
"If you wanna act up, you deal with the consequences, naughty boy."
"I don't see how I'm totally naughty when all I did was one -" Husk yelped. Angel had backhanded him.
"Are you talkin' back?"
Husk shook his head vigorously.
"Answer me."
"Sorry - No, Mommy!"
"You think you're a good boy? Huh?"
Husk nodded, but caught himself. "Yes, Mommy, I...I'm good."
Angel leaned down, licking the ridge of Husk's ear. He nipped it, lightly at first, before biting down on the soft, warm shell.
"Then prove it."
With that, Angel sank down on Husk's dick. Husk was already well on his way to orgasm, given the extended foreplay, so Angel's tight, hot hole drew a moan from him.
Angel sat down completely, moving his hips forward and back. He used all four hands to toy with Husk's sensitive nipples, clenching even tighter around the length as he said, "How's that feel?"
"That's so good - so good Mommy, I mean!"
Angel lifted his hips, keening at the sensation of those barbs. He picked up the pace, riding Husk fairly quickly.
"You like this pussy?"
"Yes, Mommy."
"Are you my good boy?"
"Yes, Mommy."
"Tell me."
Husk loved being overwhelmed like this. His breath came in gasps as he fought off his physical pleasure, being forced to speak.
"I - I'm your good little boy, Mommy!"
Angel smirked, noticing Husk had thrown "little" in there.
"Yeah? You're gonna behave, and do as you're told?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Then fuck my ass. Show me what a big, strong boy you are."
Husk was happy to oblige. He grabbed onto Angel's thighs, holding him down firmly, and thrusted up into his heat. Angel made the prettiest sounds and faces; Husk was dangerously close already.
"Good boy," Angel moaned. He tilted his hips a bit as Husk jackhammered him from below. Finally, he got that perfect angle. Husk could tell when he first hit Angel's prostate by the guttural quality his sounds took on. "Right there! Good boy!"
Husk held Angel in place, brutalizing his ass with his barbed cock. He preened every time Angel praised him, especially "good boy."
Husk was honestly surprised by how much he was enjoying himself. This was his long-hidden fantasy, but he always feared it'd be creepy in reality. After all, it certainly felt creepy in his head. But, his and Angel's roleplay didn't feel creepy or odd at all. Husk had always hated himself for his secret desire, given the implications of calling a partner "Mommy," but now, he suspected Angel's theory was right after all: "Mommy" was just a signifier of authority, but a gentle authority, unlike "Mistress" or "Master." Husk enjoyed being the "good boy," not because he wanted to feel like a child, but because it made him feel cute and sexy, and he didn't have to think for once.
Husk's grip tightened. He was already close, and his inhibitions grew lower and lower by the second.
"I…"
"What's up, baby?"
Husk hesitated.
"Color?"
"Green Light, it's just…" Husk took a deep breath for his nerves, and blurted, "I fuckin' love your pussy, Mommy."
Angel's eyes lit up. "Oh yeah? Whaddya like about it?"
"Fuck - You're so warm and wet," he whimpered, actively fighting off his climax. "Your ass is so fuckin' hot."
Angel lightly tapped Husk's lips. "So many naughty words," he scolded. He leaned down and growled, "You kiss your Mommy with that filthy mouth?"
Husk closed the gap, kissing Angel with a gaping mouth. Angel returned the same desperate energy.
"I'm gonna cum, fuck, I'm already close," Husk said into Angel's lips.
"Ask nicely, brat."
"Mommy, can I please cum?" Anticipating resistance from Angel, Husk sweetly begged, "Please, I can't hold on, please let me cum in your pussy, Mommy?"
"Fuck," Angel purred. He sat down, swivelling his hips in small circles. "Yeah, breed Mommy's ass, boy."
Husk's grip on Angel's thighs tightened as his orgasm ripped through him. He jerked and keened with pleasure, blood pumping through his veins at a thousand miles per hour. He felt his own seed sputter around his cock, slicking Angel's hole up even more.
Angel slowed his movements, letting Husk recover, before raising himself off of the large member.
"You made a run in my stockings with your claws, you brat."
"Sorry, Mommy."
"Yeah, yeah." He crawled forward, holding his cock in his fist, poking Husk's nose with the tip. "Open wide, boy, Mommy's got dinner for ya."
That sent a shiver up Husk's spine. He opened his maw and stuck his tongue out. Angel grabbed him by the chin and held him firmly in place, jacking himself off.
Angel came hard into Husk's mouth, watching in disbelief as the kitty swallowed and licked his lips, drinking every drop of cum he could. Compared to this slutty little show Husk was putting on, Angel looked like a damn virgin.
When his climax was over, Angel dismounted, laying next to Husk. He collapsed against the cat, hugging his arm.
"Whew."
Husk hummed in agreement. Whew was damn right.
"Color?"
"Green as fuck," Husk chuckled, still riding the wave. "Holy shit."
"Was it everything you imagined and more?"
"Oh, my God. Yeah." He rolled on his side, facing Angel. "It's like you read my fuckin' mind."
"I didn't hit you too hard, did I?"
Husk gave Angel an "are you kidding?" look.
"Yeah, stupid question. Is it even possible to hit you too hard?"
"One time a city bus ran over my foot as it was driving away, and I got hard."
"Um...Okay, thank you for sharing that!"
"Hey, don't judge, I was just illustrating the ridiculousness of your question. I'm Mommy's little pain slut, remember?"
Angel giggled, pulling Husk in for a quick hug and kiss.
"Seriously, though," Husk said sheepishly, head buried in Angel's neck. "Did I do...okay?"
"Oh, Husk!" He couldn't believe the cat was doubting his performance. "You were amazing. You are amazing, in every way."
"Aw, baby, so are you."
Angel melted against the cat's warm body, nuzzling the fur against his face. As much as he enjoyed their fantasy, he had to admit, there was nothing he loved more than being Husk's baby.