Light Penetrates - Epilogue

Kim and Tabby waited a moment after knocking on Chelsea's door before her man opened it. Tabby's eyes flared, Kim put her hand in his hair to calm him. Sometimes, if men came from the same area they would remember bits of their old lives. Tabby definitely recognized the dark-skinned scientist from the vault, but at least he wasn't trying to jump up and fight him or anything. Tabby wasn't a fighter anyway, but you never knew when you were talking about men.

"Who is it, Cammy?" Chelsea called from the living room, but she was already walking over to see before he could respond.

Cammy squirmed a bit in place as Chelsea came over and set one of her hands on his shoulder. She kept Cammy unleashed and ungagged. That's what you could do when you picked an obedient one. He was dressed in a simple maid's outfit and apron. Chelsea gestured and he nodded sheepishly before lifting the hem of both his skirt and apron so they could see his caged clitty as he bowed.

"That's good, Cammy!" Chelsea patted his back and tousled his hair. "But next time, I want you to remember to do that without me reminding you, okay?"

"Yes, mistress," Cammy whispered as she kept ruffling his hair.

"Kim!" Chelsea turned to her guests and shook Kim's hand. "I'm glad you two could make it."

"This... is a work event, isn't it?" Kim frowned.

"Not technically, no." Chelsea gestured them in, "It's going to be full of people from work, but that's sort of a correlation thing. Higher-ups want to do an obedience check on the vault men."

"Oh..." Kim shrugged out of her coat, "I wish they'd waited a bit longer. Tabby is having some trouble."

"Don't worry, it's not a performance review or anything." Chelsea reached out and pinched Tabby's chin. He clearly wanted to squirm away, but he knew better. "It's more of a check-in. We'll talk a bit, have a bite to eat, then if you want to, there are some obedience exercises we can run through."

"Is that why you had me..." Kim gestured awkwardly to a package she was carrying.

"Yes, yes," Chelsea took the box, "But later. Let's save this until after we've had a bite and made our introductions."

Chelsea's living room was decorated with an assortment of stark, black and white artworks and overgrown greenery. Creepers trailed down from hanging pots to the floor and lush wet leaves sprouted from every corner, every unadorned nook. Despite this, the center space was almost aggressively open. All of the seats were pushed back against the walls, leaving enough room in the center for three full-sized Futa to lie head-to-toe either way across. The light wood floor shone spotlessly, decorated with a few spare yoga mats that probably weren't just for show, knowing her. The kitchen smelled lovely, though in the sense of sauteing vegetables with an abundance of herbs and seasonings. If there was a scrap of meat it would have shocked Kim dead.

Ellen was there with a brunette male in matching sort of outfits. She was a tall, excessively friendly, curvy woman with more chest than she would have liked, enough of it that the starched and stiff white shirt she was wearing looked like she'd been sewn into it while her male's was open at the collar and loose as a gown. They each wore a pair of tan breeches with leather straps crossing them, his were assless. He had a docile sort of look, though judging by how red his rear was, he'd spent far too much time recently riding either a horse or its owner.

Maddy was sitting back on one of the chairs with her feet up on the back of a kneeling chubby blonde male. She was normally just as kind and sociable as Ellen or Chelsea, but she was dressed almost entirely in latex, down to a slick black cock sheath, and fidgeted with her hands. Her red hair was tied up in a bun and she looked like she'd been interrupted in the middle of something. The blonde man was dressed in a latex, spaghetti-strap camisole and a skirt so short as to almost be pointless. He was made up gaudily as a cheerleader, and his cowed but relieved look suggested he had been just as much in the middle of whatever it was they were doing.

Chelsea's man came in and bowed as he set some appetizers on one of the counters, then adjusted his glasses before shuffling his way back into the kitchen. Chelsea caught him and tutted gently on her way out to the rest of them. Her hair was ratty and brown, but in a way that suggested perhaps more care than she wanted people to think. She was wearing a casual, loose white top that draped around her more like a suggestion and - scandalously - closed-crotch spandex pants.

"The hell are you wearing?" Maddy snorted at her.

"Excuse Maddy," Chelsea said to Kim, "Apparently she and her man do some kind of 'discipline' every night at the same time, and she only remembered right in the middle of it that we were doing this tonight."

"And only learned on arriving that I didn't actually have to be here," Maddy sighed. "But we're here already, and my footstool could use some socialization for once."

Her footstool whimpered through a bar gag.

"As for what I'm wearing," Chelsea shrugged, "When you're doing certain stretches, having your genitals hanging free risks injury."

"What kind of stretches are you doing that put your dick in danger?" Kim muttered.

"Difficult ones," Chelsea grinned back.

"It can certainly be in the way sometimes," Ellen offered.

"And here I thought you were too good for it to get in the way," Kim snickered.

"You're one to talk," Maddy shifted uncomfortably in her seat, "Can your man even take you?"

"We're... working on it," Kim said self-consciously.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of," Chelsea patted Kim's arm, "Some girls simply receive more blessing from the goddess than others."

"And some girls receive too much," Ellen grimaced.

"On second thought, can anybody take you?" Maddy frowned.

"I'm no virgin!" Kim was very quickly not having any fun, "I've been to the pens, same as anybody."

"We just need to get your man on some of those pen drugs then," Maddy leaned down and lifted her man's face so he could see Kim's cock. "See that? I told you that you have it easy."

"That's actually something we could work on, if you're so inclined," Chelsea leaned forward. "We've got toys, restraints, all kinds of things. We could do some stretching training with the men. Kim would actually be a great help in that regard. Especially considering I had her make a mold of her penis for us."

"My man stretches fine for me," Maddy shrugged, "Though, if that's what you have in mind, maybe we can save this party yet."

"Tell us about Tabby," Chelsea gestured to Kim in encouragement.

"Well... he's actually decently well-behaved, for a new male." Kim absentmindedly stroked his hair while she talked. "He's not a good cook, but he hasn't messed up my food since I told him how to do it. He cleans when I tell him to, he doesn't cause problems with other Futa or other males. It's really just sex."

"I can tell you why that's his problem," Maddy snipped.

"We get it, Maddy," Chelsea waved her off. "Don't labor the same point over and over."

"It's like he doesn't even want to try," Kim said a little ashamedly. "I guess I don't... super duper blame him."

"Don't say that," Ellen sat forward, "Goddess Janna says that it's a male's duty to accommodate his owner, even if it should be uncomfortable to him."

"Of course the book says that," Maddy's brow furrowed, "But the teachings aren't practical. If the male is injured or if he's unclean, you shouldn't demand anything."

"They aren't laws, they're guidelines," Ellen smiled. She had found comfort in the teachings early on and nothing had ever shaken her faith. It was, to many, a truly insufferable quality.

"I wonder sometimes about determinism," Chelsea leaned over and tousled Tabby's hair too. "We sort these men into cats and dogs and then are surprised when they act the way we've said they're going to."

"The goddess says that it's their nature and we simply recognize it," Ellen was puffed up with pride now, "Man in his day was a race of powerful sorcerers, becoming so mighty that he began to muddle his own form with that of animals. Since we've been appointed to watch over him as with any other animal, recognizing whether his spirit is that of the venerated dog or the cursed cat is the mark of a wise Futa."

"Well said, Ellen." Chelsea nodded, "Of course, it's never been as simple as dogs and cats though, has it? All of these men were appointed as cats, but most of them have proven themselves to be fantastic puppies."

"That doesn't make the appointment wrong," Ellen frowned, "A good Futa can make a puppy out of even the worst moggy."

"Do you mean to say that our friend Kim has been bad at her work?" Chelsea grinned.

"No, I-" Ellen suddenly turned very red, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply anything of the sort. Kim simply has challenges in her task that she's been struggling with. I don't think calling him a puppy instead of a kitty will get rid of those challenges."

"It's okay," Kim shook her head, "I actually agree with you. It would feel wrong to start treating Tabby like he's earned puppy. And I don't think it would achieve anything."

"You never know," Chelsea maintained an ambiguous half-smile, "Sometimes you make very little progress pushing something because you don't know that pulling is the solution."

"Big talk from somebody whose male came pre-domesticated," Maddy sniped.

"Yes, Cammy is a gentle and obedient male, but our life isn't without its problems." Chelsea stood up, "Everything looks like a nail when you're holding a hammer."

"You think I'm doing this purly out of discipline?" Maddy gestured to her male, "This is fun for us. Everything looks sharp when you're in a bubble."

Chelsea's good humor faltered just a bit and a sharp little furrow snagged her brow. She cleared it up after a second and walked over to one of her shelves where she pulled out a book.

"You know, I've been reading some of the more modern studies that some Futa are doing on males and the male brain." Chelsea set the book down on the coffee table next to Kim, "Of course, some of these girls have some very...strange ideas, but some of their studies get incredible results."

"Like?" Maddy waved her on impatiently.

"Well, they did a study into men who are resisting or trying to damage their cages." Chelsea sat back down, "Of course, it's a big problem. Males can easily injure themselves doing it. It turns out, males with what the researchers called 'cage anxiety' are often best treated not with harsher cages, but with periods of uncagedness."

"You're right, they do have some strange ideas," Ellen sounded disgusted.

"Not serious ones, mind. They experimented with, on occasion, fully uncaging the male but then overstimulating his clit to the point where he began to associate uncagedness with discomfort. They tried doing it once per month, once per week, once per day, as well as every time a male seemed to be making an attempt to escape his cage. In all cases, escape and sabotage attempts were completely eradicated as a behavior."

"Impressive," Kim nodded, trying to add to the conversation, "But couldn't you just hit him and achieve the same thing?"

"That's the trick though," Chelsea clapped, "Do that, and the man associates rebellion with pain, but it also engenders ill will toward the Futa who does it. Eventually he will try to escape even harder than before, but he'll get more secretive about it. In the overstimulation trial, the male is allowed freedom and he thinks he has what he wants, then he's stimulated to orgasm and he's on top of the world, but you keep going until his freedom and his newfound pleasure is what is harming him, not a Futa."

"Isn't that something?" Ellen still seemed upset at the prospect of a male being uncaged.

"Isn't it?" Chelsea tapped the book, "When the researchers combined that experiment with Futa-Male bonding exercises, they found that they could consistently train previously troublesome males to actually be more loyal and loving in many categories than what you would previously have considered well-trained males. They have taught these males to literally fear and hate the very idea of freedom, fully unlocking the submissive capacity that the goddess placed in the male brain."

Both Ellen and Maddy made noises of interest and sat silent for a moment. Kim finally cleared her throat and asked with embarrassment.

"What do you mean when you say... Futa-Male bonding exercises?" She blushed, "Like, just going around with him? Sex?"

"Well, that's something you really have to determine with your male," Chelsea gestured to the others, "Obviously Ellen and Neal have their horseback riding, Maddy and Cory have... whatever it is we've interrupted them doing. You have to find something you and your male enjoy doing together other than sex and his duties. A male is supposed to get one hour of leisure time per day, and if you spend it together, all the better."

"I'll have to... think about that," Kim shifted in her seat. "What do you and Cammy do?"

Chelsea stood up and stepped toward the kitchen for a moment.

"Cammy, will dinner be harmed if we show the girls our stretches?" She asked sweetly.

"No, ma'am." Cammy's voice was soft and breathy, "It's cooling off."

Chelsea came back into the room and sat open-legged on one of the yoga mats. A moment later, Cammy came in and set his glasses on the coffee table before he sat down in front of her, scooting backwards until his chest was against her navel and his head was resting on her breasts. He spread his legs open until his feet were on the inside of her calves. She raised her hands up above her head and he did the same, then almost in perfect unison they brought their hands down in front of their respective chests. Chelsea spread her legs out into a full splits and rolled her hips until her legs were behind her instead of in front as she balanced on her hands, veins bulging in her forearms. Cammy was doing his best to follow suit, but he couldn't get his legs as wide and had to cheat slightly, cage tinking on the floor as he did.

Bringing her legs slowly together, Chelsea arched her back as Cammy lay prone, thrusting the bulge in her yoga pants against his exposed butt. Moving her arms forward until she was positioned like she was going to do a push-up, she instead bowed and retracted her hips like she was thrusting down into him. As she pulled back, Cammy rolled his hips back towards hers, then drove himself back into the ground as she thrusted forward. After doing this several times, she bent down and kissed his shoulder before spreading her legs back open and settling down onto her knees in a riding position. A moment later, she dropped back onto the floor and let her feet pool under her backside. Cammy came up and sat just above her crotch on her stomach. She arched her back again, this time lifting her rear and back off of the ground, leaving only her shoulders, feet, hands, and head on the mat. Lifting Cammy up as he rode her crotch. She held their position for a moment, core shaking just a bit, before beginning to twirl and rock her hips, forcing Cammy to hold her knees for balance.

Finally, she set her back onto the mat again and kicked her legs out in front of her. As she sat up and leaned forward to touch her toes, Cammy laid back on her legs and locked his ankles behind her back. Each time she leaned forward, she kissed him. Then he raised his hands up above his head, past her feet, and when she reached down again it was to grab his hands in her own and pull her back up to standing in front of her. She stood up a moment later, cock straining fully erect against her tight pants right in front of Cammy's face as she turned back to her audience. Her face was red with exertion, his was redder.

"That shit hurt just watching it," Maddy fidgeted. She was rock hard.

"I don't think I can do... any of those," Kim shook her head. She was also swelling up.

Ellen didn't even comment, but she had moved Neal's hand into her crotch.

"Those are all fairly experienced stretches," Chelsea beamed as she tousled Cammy's hair. "I can give you some far easier ones if you want to practice them."

"You sure you're wearing those to avoid injury and not so you don't... get distracted?" Maddy teased.

"I am sure," Chelsea sat back down, "And you can't 'get distracted' with the stretches. Sex works naturally into them and deepens the bond. One can flow easily from the other and vise-versa. It's quite beautiful."

"Beautiful," Kim repeated under her breath.

"Now here," Chelsea stood up and gestured. "Obviously you and your males won't all be able to do all of what we just did, but let me show you an entry level one we can all practice together."

Kim and Ellen rose fairly quickly. Ellen's cock was straining against her breeches in a way that looked like they were about to split.

"Ellen, you'll probably want to remove your pants. Your males' too. Maddy, if you choose to join us, you'll want to undress your male as well. Even if we're doing the easy stretches, clothing that tight can cause uncomfortable pinching."

Neal reached out and started to undo the strings tying his owner's breeches in place without waiting for confirmation one way or the other. Maddy looked at them apathetically.

"We'll sit and watch on this one," She shrugged. "Getting in and out of this gear is... labor intensive."

"Suit yourselves," Chelsea rubbed Cammy's shoulder.

Kim considered undressing Tabby for a moment but he wasn't wearing much that could be an issue. Aside from his cage and leash, she only really kept him in a pair of cat ears and a frilly bit of lingerie.

Ellen gave a startled little gasp as Neal got her strings undone and her cock suddenly sprang free violently enough to make her breeches come cascading down around her ankles. She gave him a look somewhere between excited and annoyed before reaching down and easily pantsing him in turn. Then she wrangled him around the front of her and let her cock rest over one of his shoulders.

"Now, sit behind your male, spread your legs around his." Chelsea sat herself behind Cammy.

Kim settled into place behind Tabby and set her legs to either side of him. Neal's face was flushed with lust as Ellen did the same to him, her hard cock clearly resting against his ass.

"Now, put both of your feet inside of his." Chelsea demonstrated by lifting each foot up and over Cammy's knee so her legs overlapped his. "Then slowly push them apart. Not fast and not hard. Don't strain him or hurt him. You'll be able to feel when his body starts to really resist your movement."

Ellen and Kim followed her lead. Neal's legs spread surprisingly wide before his face started to redden and his mouth moved quietly through focused breaths. Kim felt Tabby tighten up much sooner than Neal had and could hear him making a few muffled sounds.

"Kim, take Tabby's gag out, let him breathe naturally through his mouth."

Kim gave Chelsea a nervous look before shrugging. She had nobody to blame but herself if Tabby started cursing or tried to bite somebody. As she unfastened the ball gag and slid it free, Kim waited a moment for him to embarrass her, but instead Tabby swallowed heavily and took a few deep inhales through his mouth.

"Good, now I want you to lean back. Support yourself with your arms. When your male leans back, he will feel your sex with his body and your sex will feel his warmth without needing to be inside of him. Take a few moments to really grow comfortable with the sensations of being close to each other." Chelsea leaned back like she was lounging at the beach, legs still open. Cammy leaned back with her and sighed contentedly.

The other two girls did their best to follow suit. Ellen was wobbly and Kim's back was stiff as a board. But eventually they both got into at least a close enough position. She could feel Tabby's weight resting on her crotch. Small but warm as an oven. She could feel his quick little breaths. Ellen was red in the face as Neal shifted to try to get comfortable on her hard length.