This is the fourth installment of the erotica series Constellations, about finding and keeping kink connections and navigating polyamorous love.
Content notes: puppy play, kitty play, group sex, oral sex
Paige shouted “Eureka!” when she found the white kitty ear headband that she had bought for Halloween five years ago. They were in a shoebox in the back of her closet, behind the crinoline, the Red Riding Hood cape, and the empty soft guitar case. Lauren had proposed having a puppy pile scene in full puppy gear, and Paige was excited to try something she never had before — but she couldn’t quite wrap her head around being a puppy.
“That’s because you’re not a puppy, you’re a kitten,” had told her Bennett, while they made dinner together.
Paige had stared at them, blinking. Of course. That made sense. Could she play with Lauren as a kitten? She didn’t really know if Lauren would like that dynamic, or if that was what you were supposed to do, but they could figure it out. The intention was, as far as she could tell, to step away from her day-to-day human headspace and let herself be playful, less concerned with adulting and a little more focused on connection and being present. And Lauren was so easy-going, and excited to see Paige and Bennett.
It turned out, Lauren was eagerly into it, and as they were texting about it, plans became clearer. Paige was getting excited too.
“I don’t get the puppy thing,” Bennett had said during dinner. “Are they going to be a puppy the whole time they’re here?”
“No,” said Paige, putting her phone with the Hello Kitty case away into the pocket of her long skirt. “Well, kind of. They’re kind of a puppy all the time, you know how they just wag when they see somebody they like, or how they make dog noises to express themself.”
“Yeah. That’s sweet.”
“But they don’t stay in it all the time. And they almost never play — sexually — while they’re in puppy mode.”
“I guess that’s why we haven’t really seen their hood much,” said Bennett, grinning. They, like Paige, had very much enjoyed watching Lauren squirm with multiple orgasms.
“Exactly.”
The day Lauren was due to come over, Paige put on the white bodysuit with the snaps that she could feel between her legs when she walked. The ass and hips were cut as high as an ‘80s leotard and she loved how the creamy white color looked on her skin. Her feet and legs were bare, but the kitten ears were perched on her head over her dark brown hair.
Lauren was on their hands and knees at the front door when Paige opened it, and they had their leather puppy hood, knee pads, and paw gloves on. They wriggled their butt when Paige opened the door and woofed, immediately putting their front paws up on Paige’s thigh. Paige squealed and jumped, clapping her hands.
“Well look who it is!” Paige said. “Good puppy!” She bent to pet and scritch Lauren behind the ears and on their shoulders when their hands — paws — were back on the ground. “You know better than that! I know you have manners.”
Lauren soaked up all the pets, then they leaped up to hug Paige, pressing their bodies fully together. Paige warmed all over as they wrapped their long, lean arms around her.
“I’m so excited to see you!” Lauren said, giving another squeeze. They sank back to their knees and, like a puppy, bounded down the hall toward the kitchen and Paige’s plant-covered desk, but turned and came back after investigating. They moved so easily on all fours. Paige fiddled with the three-quarter sleeve on the bodysuit, pushing it up and pulling it back down. She liked dressing up, but was unsure about her kitten-ness. She felt like she should be acting like more of a kitten and less, uncertain.
“No Bennett?” Lauren asked, clearly a little disappointed.
“They’re coming later,” Paige said. “They’re still at work. But they are excited to see you.”
Lauren wagged in response. “I’ve missed you both!”
“Me too,” said Paige. “Want snacks? What do you want to drink?”
Lauren eyed the cheese plate on the table that Paige had hastily put together: olives, cornichons, brie, gruyere, cheddar, Triscuits, almonds, and a little dish of apricot jam. Lauren palmed some almonds and put a piece of the cheddar in their mouth. “Got any wine open? Or beer?”
Paige nodded, stepping into the kitchen to grab a bottle of white wine out of the fridge and two glasses. Lauren didn’t usually give much notice when they came through town, but it was always nice to see them. Bennett and Paige had met them at a kinky summer camp a few years ago, and while they didn’t see each other often, they eagerly hooked up for quick, fun scenes whenever they happened to be in each other’s town — which had happened almost a dozen times, since Lauren traveled for work. If Paige and Lauren were playing, it was a grab bag of delectable kinkery, negotiating what they wanted in the moment, switching back and forth between spankings and wrestling and jerk-off contests with multiple vibrators to see who came first. If Bennett was playing, too, things got a bit more serious, with Bennett and Paige topping Lauren, taking them down in a hogtie or roughing them up with their boots.
The brie was nice and soft, and Lauren was scooping it up with a cracker when Paige returned. Lauren reached over and pawed one of her kitten ears as Paige poured a generous glass for them both.
“Hey!” Paige smiled, waving their hand away. Lauren grinned, popped another Triscuit into their mouth, and pawed her ear again. The headband tipped over her forehead.
“Meow!” Paige put the glasses down and pushed it back up. Lauren woofed, a soft boof boof that clearly meant play with me! as they danced from foot to foot and pawed at Paige’s waist.
Being a kitty was new for Paige, but she found an easy delight to sink into it. She could bat at Lauren with her hands, fingers sticking together like paws, and felt an easy thrill and comfort. She could pounce and twirl and … maybe even chase!
She wasn’t as comfortable on all fours, but she dropped and chased Lauren around the coffee table, swiping at Lauren’s skater shoes when she could reach them, turning in surprise when Lauren suddenly changed direction and scampering away. After a few times around, she hopped on the couch.
Lauren tried to follow. “No puppies on the couch!” she scolded. She made gestures like she was licking the back of her hand and running her paw over her ears to clean them. Lauren sat back on their heels and watched, making a little aroo sound in acquiescence. Paige preened and felt pretty and enjoyed the exhibition, taking her time.
“Ready to wrestle?” Lauren said, reaching for more snacks and stacking cheese and crackers together in a short tower. Paige was a little bigger than Lauren, softer in the middle, but Lauren was strong and sturdy and they always won when they wrestled. They loved submitting to Paige, but they couldn’t bring themself to let Paige win — it felt like lying. Paige didn’t mind losing. Especially when she knew she could make Lauren beg later.
“Yeah!” They moved the coffee table (carefully), took a few gulps of wine (for luck), and Lauren left their shoes next to the front door. They started on their knees and Lauren easily took Paige down three times in a row.
“You’re out of practice,” Lauren said. “You don’t even remember the moves I showed you last time.”
Paige nodded, catching her breath and drinking a little more wine. “It’s not about the moves.” She winked.
A flash passed Lauren’s face. “What’s it about?”
The closeness, Paige thought. Feeling the weight of your body push mine around. Feeling us crash together, pushing against me hard. The physicality of moving together. The moments where we feel in sync.
“It’s hard to put in words,” Paige hesitated. But then she added, “I like how you smell when you start to sweat.”
Lauren grinned. They put down their wine glass. “Aroo?” they said. “Again?”
“Maow!” Paige knelt high on her knees again and dove for Lauren’s waist as soon as Lauren said go. They scrambled together, rolling on the floor, stopping before they knocked into the wall. Paige straddled Lauren, and she rubbed her thighs against their jeans, which were scratchy against her bare legs.
“Not fair,” Lauren said, their arms wrapped around Paige’s waist. “When you play dirty.”
Paige thought it was completely fair, and Lauren was grinning and grinding right back. She leaned forward and kissed them. They were familiar and comforting, and still gave Paige butterflies in her stomach and heat in her… everywhere.
“Hey!” Bennett called as they opened the front door. “I’m home!”
Paige pulled back to smile and get that moment of eye contact connection with Lauren, then kissed them again quickly. Getting up, she said, “Hi! In here.” And she went to greet her lover.
Lauren stayed on the floor, rolling to their belly and sitting back on their heels, but bounded over to Bennett right behind Paige.
“Oh, hi,” Bennett said in a low growl, seeing Paige’s bare legs and feet, doing that swoop of their gaze, which made Paige feel like they were devouring her. They grabbed at her ass, big handfuls with both hands, and pulled her in for a kiss. Paige giggled.
“And hi to you, too!” Bennett said, Paige tucked into one arm, turning to Lauren, who was nuzzling at their knee. Bennett reached down to pet their curly short hair and their leather puppy ears and hugged them with their other arm.
“Good to see you,” Lauren grinned, a little shy, and gave some soft puppy barks.
“Are you packing?” Paige whispered next to Bennett’s ear.
Bennett shook their head with a smile. “Give me a minute.” They squeezed Paige and Lauren both close again, then slipped off to the bedroom.
Paige was starting to get ideas. Last time they all played together, Bennett mostly watched, occasionally offering suggestions — “What if you grab Lauren’s hair? What if you get your shoulder under Paige’s thigh? She likes that big vibrator, go for it.” Bennett told her after that they were more content watching than joining in, and they didn’t feel left out at all. A voyeur was an essential part of a scene, especially to two exhibitionists.
But Paige was hoping Bennett would take part tonight. Lauren was, too. They had asked Paige by text earlier how to better get Bennett’s attention. Paige still thought Bennett should enjoy what was in front of them more, and pine for something they didn’t have less, but she tried not to say that to Bennett out loud. The casual play with lots of lovers was easier for Paige — Bennett once said that they thought her core fetish was novelty, and they might be right.
When Bennett came back out of the bedroom, Lauren had their pup hood off and was making out with Paige on the couch. Paige had one leg pulled up underneath her and the other was in Lauren’s lap; Lauren had one hand in Paige’s hair and one moving along the curves of her breast, flicking her nipple.
Bennett watched for a moment, licking their lips, before joining them on the couch. Paige snaked her hand over to Bennett’s lap without pulling away from Lauren, and she fingered the packing dick that bulged under Bennett’s jeans. Bennett slid closer to Paige and feathered her bare, plump thighs, kissing the back of her neck. They caught Lauren’s eye and they smiled at each other.
Paige leaned back into Bennett. Lauren kissed down her throat and on to her collarbone, little nips and sucks on her skin. “Lauren wants to suck you off,” Paige whispered. “Don’t you, Lauren.” It was only partly a question.
Lauren nodded, mouth still on Paige’s skin, reaching around her to touch Bennett’s arm. Lauren slid down the couch to the floor on their knees, leaning their head on Paige’s lap, touching Bennett’s thighs through their jeans and watching as Bennett shifted, getting comfortable. Paige turned toward them.
The three of them readjusted on the couch until they were comfortable: Bennett leaning back, Lauren on the floor between their knees, and Paige halfway into Bennett’s lap, nuzzling at their neck. She kissed Bennett with her hand in Lauren’s hair, tickling the short dark curls. Lauren, hands on Bennett’s thighs, nuzzled at their jeans until they reached their hands down to unzip and unbutton. Then they took their hand away.
Paige and Bennett looked down at them. “Go ahead,” Paige cooed.
Lauren took a breath, biting their lip. Their big brown eyes were wide and they were quiet. They were often quiet; that was part of what they liked about the pup hood: an easy option to not speak. Their long legs were folded under them as they pulled Bennett’s packing cock out of their dark blue y-front underwear. It was a light peach color and made of supple silicone. Lauren held it in their hand, touching it gently with their fingers. Bennett sighed, and Lauren looked up to see Paige kissing them deeply.
When Lauren shifted to take it on their tongue, Bennett’s hips jolted up with a surge and they moaned. They brought their hand down to feel Lauren’s cheek and chin and lips as Lauren swallowed it down.
Lauren was an expert cock sucker with both factory installed and after market cocks, and knew a variety of options for playing with both. When they pulled back, they went for Bennett’s fingers, sucking them with the same hunger, letting Bennett feel the inside of their mouth, the pressure and suction. They put pressure on the base of the cock, holding it steady so Bennett could rub against it, getting the thrust of their hips going. They swallowed and writhed, sucked and tongued and lapped up all that Bennett was offering.
Paige, meanwhile, had opened the snaps on her bodysuit and Bennett worked their fingers inside of her while they kissed. They both had hands on Lauren at various times: petting their head, lacing their fingers together (Paige), getting their fingers sucked (Bennett).
The three found a rhythm together that flowed between them: Bennett’s hands to Paige’s cunt and Lauren’s mouth; Lauren’s hands to Paige’s ass and the base of Bennett’s cock; Paige’s hands to the small hairs on the back of Bennett’s neck and the muscles of Lauren’s biceps. Paige left small half-moon circles with her nails where she dug in her grip.
Bennett gasped and thrusted, finding a release that wasn’t an orgasm but was as satisfying as an orgasm with a groan. Lauren slowed, licking and swallowing, and sat back on their heels, taking in the blush of Paige’s skin and the way Bennett was leaning back with their eyes half closed.
“I’m buying dinner,” Lauren said, springing up from the floor and inserting themself into the puppy pile on the couch. “Let’s get delivery. Then … maybe we can do that again.”
