Harem Scarum Ch 12

Harem Scarum

Chapter 12: Hi 'Ho, Hi 'Ho, It's Off to Work We Go

Friday Afternoon (September 22)

Cassie opened the door and hugged Allison in greeting. She was intrigued to see that the younger Berman sister was cattier than before; apparently sometime in the last few weeks she'd had enough sex to transform further. Allie now had six extra nipples decorating her torso, and amusingly, the new ones started out almost as long and rubbery as her original pair, getting shorter as the lower breasts got smaller. The orangey fur she sported was a close match for Cassie's own, albeit a little more textured with varying shades. Her smile showed much sharper teeth than before, and her eyes had vertical pupils, although the irises were the same hazel-brown as ever. Cassandra wondered just what feline behaviors the girl had acquired.

"C'mon in, I'll introduce you to Tara," Cassie said, stepping aside, briefly annoyed that her wagging tail thumped loudly against the wall.

"Oh, hey there!" Allie said, waving to the goth girl, who was reclining on the sofa reading one of her school books. "I've seen you around campus a few times! Us naked ladies tend to stand out a bit!"

"Yeah, but not as much as the hybrids," Tara replied, setting her book aside and eyeing Allison's waving tail. "I've noticed you a few times, too; Cassie told me a little about you when she was explaining the background of the device."

"All good things, I hope!" Allie said with a laugh, rubbing her head against the dog-girl affectionately. Cassie's tail wagged harder and she gave the cat-girl a sloppy lick on her face.

"I guess that depends on how you feel about her rating your skill in the sack at seven of ten," Tara said somberly.

Cassie rolled her eyes, but when she saw a look of mingled outrage and incredulity on Allison's face, she burst out laughing. "Seven?!" screeched Allie indignantly. "Bitch, I'm a ten and you know it! Maybe an eleven!"

"She's fucking with you," Cassie said between giggles, "That's just her idea of humor. I think it's a goth thing."

Allison directed a catty glare at the petite young woman and raised an eyebrow, while her tail twitched in agitation behind her. Tara simply smiled sweetly, although her expression faltered a bit as a cheshire grin spread across the cat-girl's face. "Well, I know just how to resolve this. Tara, if I can't make you cum three times in one hour, I'll give you three hundred dollars!"

Tara blushed very slightly and directed a surprised look at Cassie, who shrugged in response. Looking back at Allison, the petite goth hesitated a few moments longer and said, "I guess that's a challenge I'd be a fool to turn down," although she still sounded a little doubtful.

"It's win-win for you," Allie said with a wink. "Especially if you only cum twice!"

Without waiting for further invitation, the cat-girl slinked across the room, and every movement she made was graceful and seductive. Cassandra found herself admiring Allie's ass, especially when she bent over enough in front of Tara for her thick, rusty bush to be visible from behind, with her agile tail weaving back and forth above. She'd seen it often enough, Cassie supposed, especially online, but it was a particularly compelling piece of anatomy in person, especially when one had some of a dog's instincts. When Allison knelt on the floor and began stroking Tara's legs, trying to get her worked up a little, Cassie dropped to all fours and crawled over to sniff and lick at the captivating pair of holes being displayed; no one complained.

It took less than ten minutes for Allie to drive Tara to a climax with her fingers, and when she bent down to start licking the girl's sex, the goth cried out, "Oh, fuck! Your tongue is amazing! Fuck!" Cassie assumed the cat-girl's transformation probably had affected the organ in question, perhaps making it rougher, although she doubted it could actually be as raspy as an actual feline's, which struck her as more likely to cause discomfort than pleasure. Then again, Tara did seem to enjoy a bit of pain when they fucked; Cassie mentally shrugged, sure that she'd get a chance to discover the truth soon enough.

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Tara winced as she sipped the mixed drink Allie had given her, which she'd called a 'Tall, Dark, and Yummy', apparently because it was kind of like a chocolate milkshake with vodka. Being under the legal drinking age, she hadn't experimented much yet, and Cassie rarely indulged either. The redhead had smirked at Allison when she saw what the drink was, perhaps enjoying some private joke, and had already finished hers. Allie, sitting in one of the arm chairs and periodically licking the creamy residue from the sides of her glass, said, "Now that we've all fucked, it's time to get down to business."

Looking over at Tara, Cassie explained, "Allie and I are partners in a new, um, venture. We're hoping that you and the rest of the harem girls will be interested in joining us, on an equal shares basis, minus overhead."

Scrunching her brows, Tara asked, "What does that mean? You know I'm doing pre-med, not business."

"Cassie knows some people who dabble in real estate," Allie said, which was old news to Tara. "She arranged to get us premises for our business on a rent-to-own basis. Anyone who joins our project will get an equal cut of any money left over once rent, utilities, and the like are deducted. Not counting tips, of course, which everyone gets to keep as they earn them."

Tara rubbed absently at one of her nipples, which felt a little sore and was apparently still wet from their recent love-play. "Tips? Are you opening a restaurant?" she asked.

"No," Cassie said, smirking slightly. "Although you might call the employees servers, I suppose."

"I'm more lost than before," Tara sighed, finishing her drink and grimacing, as most of the alcohol seemed to be in the bottom.

"It's a brothel, Tara," said Allie, smiling mischievously. "Or a cat-house, as I like to think of it."

The goth girl blinked in surprise, especially at the sudden surge of sexual excitement she felt at picturing herself working at such a place. "You want me and the other girls on the softball team... to be whores?" she asked, incredulous. Her thighs squeezed together reflexively, producing an alluring pressure on her reawakening lady parts.

"Mmm, yes!" moaned Cassie and Allie simultaneously, as their own legs clenched like Tara's. The cat-girl leaned back and tugged on her exceptionally long nipples, making little squirts of liquid pop out, and her purring seemed especially loud in the otherwise quiet room. "A bevy of sexy hookers in a co-op!"

Tara licked her lips, shocked that she was so aroused by the sight of a woman lactating, which was a fetish she'd never even considered. But at that moment, she wanted nothing more than to wash the unpleasant aftertaste of alcohol out of her mouth with fresh, warm breastmilk. She realized she was drooling slightly and wiped her lips with the back of her hand, noticing that Cassie had a similar look on her face, although her expression also conveyed mild alarm. "That was your milk in our drinks, right?" the dog-girl asked.

"Mmm, yes!" Allie confessed, now using both hands to caress herself, and squeezing droplets from her lower nipples as well. "It was a blend of mine and some from Tina, one of the ladies in my sister's Quad. Hers is even more special than my boob juice." The knowledge that she'd already unknowingly imbibed the cat-girl's milk made Tara moan reflexively, although she wasn't quite sure how to feel about drinking from Tina, whoever that turned out to be.

Cassie's mouth fell open for a moment before she quietly said, "Tina's the one whose milk makes more milkers..." When Allie purred and nodded, seemingly lost in self-pleasure, the dog-girl reached down and squeezed her breasts experimentally. Nothing squirted, but pearly moisture appeared, making it clear that she was lactating as well. Tara abruptly made the connection and looked down at her sore, damp breasts, seeing the evidence of her own production leaking even without manual stimulation, perhaps because she didn't have much volume in her tiny titties in the first place. Hesitantly, she gathered a small amount on her finger and tasted it. The flavor was divine, making her eyes roll up with appreciation, and what might have been some kind of micro-orgasm tickled its way across her nerves.

"Fuck!" exclaimed Cassie, spreading her legs wide as she continued mauling her largest breasts. "Tara! Drink me! Please!"

The petite goth girl leapt off the couch and made a beeline for Cassie's smallest breasts, which bulged just on the periphery of her reddish pubic fur. They were her favorites, and beads of milk dotted them, perhaps from sympathetic let-down. Tara whined at the first sip as it exploded over her tongue, the sweetest and most amazing thing she'd ever tasted. Her last lingering feelings of awkwardness and doubt evaporated quickly in the wet heat of her lover's milk.

Neither girl had been lactating long enough for there to be more than a few mouthfuls in any given breast, so it took them only minutes to drain each other, and neither was satisfied by the mere sampling they'd produced. They turned hungry eyes toward the cat-girl, and Allie grinned seductively back at them. "Of course you can drink from me!" she purred, responding to their unasked question. Cassie started high and Tara went low, fingering the lovely cat-girl's furry pussy even as she suckled, as a sign of gratitude for giving her such a delicious gift.

Friday Evening (September 22)

Cassie's tongue lolled with satisfaction and relief following their milky love-making. Allie was going over their plans for Saturday one last time as she got dressed to leave, which essentially meant stepping into her heels, but the dog-girl was only partially listening, at least until her guest yelled, "Squirrel!" Cassie sat bolt upright, ears lifting as much as they could, and tried to locate the arboreal invader by either sight or scent, until Tara's laughter brought her back to reality.

"Not cool!" Cassandra huffed, leaning back into her chair. "Didn't you ever hear the fable about the slut who cried wolf?"

Ignoring the question, Allie said, "I just wanted to make sure you were paying attention!" She glanced in a mirror by the door and started licking her wrist to groom her hair as she continued her recitation. "Once all the other ladies are at our new place, you two can start serving the drinks, and I'll come out and do my dance number, and fuck them in whatever order makes sense. I'll make sure to be anal-only with Sally, per your warning." Finished with making herself presentable, Allie asked, "Anything else we need to talk about?"

Tara raised her hand and said, "Why did you get a whole building for this? Do you really expect us to get so much business that we need four floors and twenty rooms?"

"Five floors," Cassie corrected automatically. "There's a basement level, too, although it's not very nice."

"Whatever!" Tara said, waving her hand impatiently. "It still seems like a lot of wasted space."

Allie looked slightly surprised and said, "Sorry! I guess I forgot to tell you that we're setting it up so it can be a residence. I'm working my way through the deans and university officers to see if I can get it declared a sorority. All of the girls can move in if they like, including you two. I live there already, at least part-time."

"Oh!" said Tara, astonished. "Well, that'll be good for Nikita, I guess, although I think she kind of likes being belittled for not having a home. I always feel dirty after calling her names."

"She loves it," Cassie said confidently. "I might consider moving in next year after I'm done with school, but we've got months to think about that. If we're getting good clients, though, I can see spending a lot of weekends there."

"And don't forget, we'll probably be getting a steady stream of folks from Mom's club," Allie said. Glancing at her phone, she added, "We'd better get a move on if we want to get there in time for the party! Are you two going to put on some fancy shoes or collars?"

Cassie stared blankly at her guest, then looked to Tara, seeing an equally perplexed expression on the goth's face. "What are you talking about now?" Tara asked.

Allie's expression conveyed confusion as she explained, "Mom's party! It's her birthday, and the grand opening of the club!" Turning to face Cassie, she exclaimed, "I

know

I must have told you!"

Shaking her head, Cassie said, "Nope! First I've heard of it!"

Scoffing incredulously, Allie scratched her head and replied, "Well, at least it explains why you're sitting there like lumps instead of making yourselves presentable. Although rumpled and cum-stained is almost the unofficial dress code!"

Cassie and Tara looked at each other again and shrugged simultaneously. "I guess I can finish my homework later this weekend," said the petite girl.

"We don't have anything for a birthday present, though," Cassandra added, looking at Allison and raising an eyebrow.

"What

do

you get for a sexy cat-woman surrounded by nubile nymphs on her fortieth birthday?" Allie mused, smirking. "She's not really a materialistic kind of lady, anyway. I'm sure if you offer her an orgasm she'll be happy to accept!"

Tara shuddered and said, "God, why is it so hot to think of using sex as money?"

Allie shivered in sympathy and replied, "Because pussy is the coin of the only realm worth living in!" She gave the goth girl an affectionate kiss and lick on the face, then said, "Why don't you two wash up a little and help us celebrate?"

Saturday Evening (September 23)

Tara fingered her new collar with one hand as she used the other to pour carefully measured amounts of breastmilk into a tray of drinks. The milk in question was more of Tina's, and knowing that her harem-mates would soon be making their own boob juice kept Tara's sex boiling. The collar, though, had been a giveaway from the pet play club, ostensibly a commemorative from its grand opening, but also a gift from Jenny, the proprietress and a very sexy cat-woman. It certainly marked a new chapter in Tara's life, considering she'd been introduced, or perhaps indoctrinated, into the joys of petplay. It had always been kind of a turn-on to see Cassie behave like a puppy, and she knew her redheaded roommate had something of a double-dose of canine compulsions, but spending most of the night on a leash, barking and fetching and performing tricks, had made Tara come so hard that even now her tongue would loll and drip saliva onto her tiny tits if she didn't concentrate. She knew, intellectually, that she'd absorbed the fetish from Allie's mother, but that didn't make it any less thrilling or compelling.

Cassandra and Allison had debated whether or not they wanted to invite any other members of the softball team, some of whom were starting to come around to the idea of nude uniforms and group sex. In the end, they decided to hold off until they could devote their energies to converting those women on an individual basis. So, it was only the other harem ladies seated in the lounge area when Tara started distributing the drinks, that would soon have them all lactating, while they watched 'the stripper' perform. She sat down at one end of a long, semi-circular couch and waited.

Tara sipped her own drink, which she'd neglected to add any alcohol to, and cat-called with the other ladies as Allie crawled out of the curtains at the back of a slightly raised dais that took up a corner of the room. No one seemed to mind in the least that the only things their supposed stripper was wearing were a collar, a leash, and some spangled pasties with tassels. The cat-girl wriggled and writhed in time to the beat of the music, whipping her tail back and forth as she graphically displayed her wet and throbbing sex to her raucous admirers.

As planned, when Allie stood up and strutted off the stage, Tara grabbed the dangling leash and tugged on it, bringing the cat-girl close. She reached out to one of the lowest of the eight slightly-concealed breasts and removed the pastie, revealing one of Allison's shortest nipples, merely a half-inch long or so. Taking the nub in her mouth, Tara suckled forcefully, looking up with adoration and lust. Allie winked and grinned, clearly pleased by the jealous cries of the other ladies. The petite goth passed the leash to Cassie, who promptly exposed one of the cat-girl's original breasts and its exceptionally long teat, and almost fellated it. When Bonnie received the leash next, she knew just what to do. Her eyes lit up with more excitement than shock at being rewarded with a mouthful of milk, since her doctored drink had already given her a lactation fetish. The rest of the ladies seemed pleasantly surprised as well, although they whispered excitedly amongst themselves once Allison got passed to the next woman.

Brandi was the girl seated at the opposite end of the large sofa, and by the time Allie was in front of her, there were no pasties left to remove. She pouted, but the cat-girl laughed and purred, dipping her fingers into her sex and bringing them to the pig-girl's mouth. That was an irresistible offer for the blonde, thanks to her fetish for sex fluids, and after cleaning the digits, she dropped to hands and knees to lick the source, oinking and squealing so happily she could even be heard over the music. Tara realized she could hear the cat-girl purring, too, at least when the bass line paused.

Cassie seemed to regard that as the signal to begin the orgy. The plan now was to keep each other occupied while Allison concentrated on exchanging orgasms with each of the other seven ladies in turn, believing that climaxes were the key to quickly causing them to absorb her fetish for sex work. Once that was accomplished, it promised to be relatively straight-forward to recruit them as whores. Tara moaned at the thought, although it was lost in a sea of similar noises. The redhead was holding Salalai's head to her breast, nursing the dominant girl to keep her quiet until Allie could fuck her in the ass, whenever she was done with Brandi-Pig.

Tara made her way to Rose, who was probably the next-most dominant lady in the group, at least since her transformation into a muscle-girl. The hippie seemed quite happy to simply watch the other women fuck each other, masturbating vigorously the whole while, but she didn't object when the goth offered her a swollen nipple to suckle, especially after showing that it was full of milk. Eyes flashing with lust, Rose latched on and began pulling forcefully, making Tara groan. It hurt, but in a very fulfilling way. Although she found the experience sexually exciting, it always stirred up thoughts of pregnancy and childbirth, and breastfeeding to sustain life rather than indulge a fetish. She supposed that probably had to do with her faerie powers and compulsions, but her train of thought was derailed when Rose lifted her easily off the ground and held her up horizontally, as if doing so would help the milk drain faster, running to the lowest point available. The petite girl yelped in surprise at first, but was soon enjoying the novel situation.

It didn't take long at all for Tara's small breasts to be emptied, although she was pretty sure they were already slightly larger than the night before. Rose set her down on the couch quite gently, giving the goth a passionate, milky kiss, although it lasted only a few seconds. Seeing that Cassie was also lactating, nursing Sally, and had plenty of tits open for business, the hippie licked her lips and moved away to continue her meal. Tara laid back, rubbing her sore, red nipples, wanting to relax for a few minutes until one of the other ladies decided to give her their affections.