A little kitten play.
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Author's Note
The events and characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
The two main characters in this story are in a dominant-submissive relationship. It is safe, sane, and consensual as well as kind and loving. But if this type of relationship is not your thing, you may want to skip this story and find something else to read.
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I am trying out a new technique of writing very streamlined fiction -- striking out adverbs, many of the attributives (e.g. "she said") and anything else that does not serve to move the story along. Descriptions of characters and scenes will also be sparse, leaving your imagination to fill in the details. Character dialog and actions will be used in favor of narrative whenever possible. I'm hoping it works out well. It's a story about kitten play, so really, what's not to like? Let me know how it works for you in the comments.
Also, be aware that this is a story in three parts. The beginning (this part) focuses a lot on character and story development and not much on hanky-panky. There are some sexy scenes, but no orgasms yet. If you have a short attention span, you should bail out now.
-Wax Philosophic
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Saturday, April 28th
"Are you looking to adopt?"
"Me? No," I said, "just researching."
"They're awfully cute, aren't they?"
"Yeah," I sighed.
"So, are you a veterinary student? Animal behaviorist?"
"Nah. Would you believe theater major? I'm thinking seriously of trying out for the summer production of Cats."
"Cool. Let me know if you want to play with some of the kitties. I can get you set up in one of those rooms over there." She motioned to the glass-enclosed area a short distance away from us. "I'm Mandy, by the way."
She had a firm handshake -- firm, but not crushing -- and an easy smile.
"Nice to meet you Mandy. I'm Brianna. I think I'll take you up on your offer for a little kitten play, if you've got time."
"Sure, follow me."
I walked into a room not much bigger than my closet and sat down on the carpeted bench while Mandy opened the door on the small pet crate she had set at our feet.
"Just give her some space at first, so she can get used to you."
I smiled as a little tabby, whose ear was slightly torn, stuck her head out and mewed softly. "Aww, so cute!" I watched her exploring her surroundings, pacing the floor, brushing against my leg. Tiny claws lancing through my jeans announced her intent to climb up onto my lap. She began walking lazy circles, her tail tickling my arms with each rotation.
"She's making a little nest on your lap. Just let her do her thing for a while. When she settles down she'll be ready for some petting."
Sure enough, the tabby curled herself up in my lap. She looked up at me and blinked once, before resting her head on her front paws. I reached down to stroke behind her ears, but was intercepted as she butted my hand with her mouth.
"She likes you, Brianna. She wants you to groom her. If she licks you, rub your hand over her head, between her ears."
"Like this?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"Oh my god, she's purring."
"I told you she likes you. Keep doing that and she'll love you forever."
"I could do this all day. It's so cool."
"Isn't it? You sure you don't want to adopt?"
"Oh, I'd love to, but I live in the dorms. No pets allowed."
"Bummer. Well, you can visit as often as you like. I'm here every Saturday with the shelter kitties. Her name is Yoshimi, by the way."
"Aww, Yoshimi! Such a pretty kitty. Yes, you are."
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I actually managed to find a parking spot close to my dorm for once. It seems that most people had gone home for the weekend. Normally, I'd be home too, but not so much anymore. I turned my key in the lock and opened the door onto my roommate -- and her boyfriend. Apparently, neither of them had gone home either.
"Jesus, Brie, don't you knock?"
"Um, I live here." I grabbed my book bag and headed downstairs to the commons area. An hour to study, then I was heading back up. I didn't care if they were done or not.
Saturday, May 5th
"Hello, Yoshimi," I cooed, "I missed you."
"Hey Brianna, back to study the kitties some more?"
"Yeah, sort of. Mostly avoiding my roommate."
Mandy gave a little hmph, somewhere between sympathy and disgust.
"We have an agreement now that I'm spending my weekends at school," I explained. "Saturdays, I give her a four hour window in the afternoon."
"For what?"
I turned, wrapped my arms about myself, and began caressing my back while making exaggerated moans and smooching sounds.
"Boyfriend, huh?"
"Yep."
"Well, feel free to hang out as long as you like. I might even put you to work."
"Fine with me," I said, "it'll make the time go faster."
The time did indeed go faster. Mandy had me feeding and watering the kittens, taking them to the litterbox. I hardly saw her, she was so busy talking to people and passing out adoption applications. Apparently, this was the weekend to adopt a shelter pet.
We had just gotten the traveling crates loaded into the back of Mandy's van when she pulled out a twenty and stuffed it in my hand.
"I can't take this."
"You were a big help today. Seven kitties found their forever homes and I couldn't have done it without you. Besides, aren't you a starving young actor? Buy a pizza or something."
I smiled. "Thanks. I'll think of you as I eat my first slice."
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I opened the door to my roommate and her boyfriend again. At least they were fully clothed this time.
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Saturday, May 12th
"Back again?"
"Yep, checking up on my job application. I need some extra income so I can sublet an apartment for the summer."
"I'd hire you in a heartbeat, Brianna, but I'm afraid I can't afford to pay much."
"I appreciate the gesture, but I should be able to find something. I applied at every retailer in the strip mall. Even if I have to work fast food, it'll be worth it to have my own place."
"So you can study your craft in peace? How'd the audition go?"
"It's not until the middle of June. Then another six weeks of rehearsals when I get the part."
"I don't want to be a buzzkill, but what if you don't get the part? You'll be stuck with the sublet."
"I'm going to get the part."
"I believe you, Brianna. Tell you what, I'll add a couple bucks to your apartment fund if you can help me load these little cuties in the van at the end of the day."
"Let me play with Yoshimi for a while and you've got yourself a deal."
Yoshimi jumped right up onto my lap, gave a couple twirls, and settled her head down for some ear scratching. And when I didn't get to it fast enough, she gave me an impatient little nudge with her nose.
"Yes, Yoshimi, I'll scratch you." She blinked at me once and then closed her eyes, satisfied that her human was now doing her bidding. "It's a rough life you lead," I teased.
I began slouching on the bench as I continued stroking the kitty on my lap. Yoshimi rolled over, pedaled her paws in the air, and never stopped purring. "Ah, the life of a kitten," I sighed. "You don't have to worry about finding a job, or paying rent, or putting up with stupid roommates. You just play all day and let someone else take care of you. Yes you do."
My reverie was interrupted by Mandy's face on the other side of the glass. She was sticking her tongue out at me. I grinned, as she opened the door. "Time to pack up," she announced.
"Already?" I plucked the kitten from my lap and shooed her into her traveling crate. "I'll help you load the van. It's the least I could do, since all I did was hide out with Yoshimi all day."
"Sometimes it's good to take time out for some kitten therapy, Brianna. You looked like you needed it today."
"Yeah, it's been a rough week. Finals and all."
After a few trips to the van, we had all the kitties ready to head back to the shelter. Mandy put her hand on my shoulder, and gave me a little squeeze -- firm, but not crushing. "Thanks for the help," she said and pressed another bill into my hand. "For the apartment fund."
"You really don't ..."
"Brianna, someday when you're an award-winning actor of stage and screen, and you're making your acceptance speech -- when you're up there in front of a huge crowd of adoring fans -- remember this day, and tell them all who it was that helped you get your start."
"Sure, Mandy," I grinned, "I'll do that. Thanks."
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Unsurprisingly, I opened the door to find my roommate entangled with her boyfriend again. Though this time it was without the benefit of clothing. Try as I might, I just could not unsee that. "I'll be in the commons if anybody's looking for me." I picked up my backpack and left.
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Saturday, May 19th
Hooray, finals were over! I was free. The only problem was that I still had no job. No job meant no sublet, and no sublet meant no privacy, and no privacy -- well -- no privacy probably meant no part in the summer musical, or at least not the part I wanted. I wasn't going for understudy here, I wanted the role of Grizabella. And to get that I was going to need to practice a lot, or better yet, immerse myself in the character -- not something that's easy to do in a tiny dorm room shared with a total stranger.
"I bet Yoshimi doesn't have these problems," I mumbled as I drove to the strip mall.
I wasted the better part of an hour listening to, "Sorry, we don't have any positions available," or "Check back in a couple of weeks." Neither was what I needed to hear at the moment.
I walked into the pet store and headed for the back. "Is Yoshimi here? I think I need a little therapy."
"Sure, Brianna. Let me fetch her." Mandy opened the door on the traveling crate at our feet. Yoshimi hopped right up into my lap. "So, roommate troubles again?"
"Hmm?"
"Is your roommate driving you nuts? Is that why you need some kitty time?"
"Oh, she's still a pain in my ass, but it's the job search that's really getting me down."
"No good offers?"
"Try no offers at all. Nobody's hiring."