A second effort in an alleged series of short, smutty, standalone stories about people having sex with cute pet catboys and catgirls. Is it considered weird to have sex with your pet catfolk in this world? Does it count as interracial or interspecies? All I'm going to say is that everyone involved is eighteen or older. Enjoy!
Roxanne strode into the bedroom of her tiny apartment, fresh from the shower. She turned on her fan, sighing to herself as the moving air cooled her exposed skin before she doffed her shower cap, loosened the towel around her body, and began methodically drying herself off.
Before getting dressed, Roxanne took a moment to admire her chubby, curvy, caramel-coloured body in the mirror that stood in the corner. As a teenager, Roxanne had hated her body, and the cruel comments it provoked from the other girls, but that was then. No longer a sullen, overdeveloped girl with only Gary to confide in, the Roxanne who smiled back at her now was a confident, outgoing, and energetic young woman who loved every inch of herself. University had brought new friends, new experiences, and new discoveries, one of which was that many men were actually quite attracted to fun-sized girls with wide hips, soft bellies, and bra sizes that reached into the middle of the alphabet. Over the past few years, Roxanne had gone from being a perennially lonely virgin to bedding a new guy almost every weekend. Granted, few of them were really "boyfriend material", but she was having too much fun to care. Although it might be nice to find someone a little more reliable...
In any event, Roxanne had no dates planned for this weekend. Classes had been hard this week, and she was looking forward to getting changed into comfy pajamas and spending the evening on the couch with Gary. Speaking of whom...
Roxanne glanced over at her closet door, which was firmly closed. It was an old louver door, and some of the slats were warped, creating noticeable gaps. The hot pink panties she had deliberately hung on the doorknob were missing. Grinning slyly, Roxanne began to sway in front of the mirror, her hands slowly crawling up her body to lightly fondle her enormous breasts. It actually felt quite nice. Her breasts had always been sensitive. She loved it when her weekend lovers lavished foreplay upon her soft, squishy tits and fat, dusky, suckable nipples, and on several occasions she had been so turned-on from it that she came almost instantly when their hard cocks finally slid inside her. Roxanne often wondered if she could cum from her tits alone, but none of her boytoys were that patient, and it never felt quite as good when she tried it herself.
Regardless, Roxanne was getting quite horny now, not only from touching her breasts, but knowing she was putting on a show. She turned back towards the closet door, her hand sliding ever so slowly down over her belly, creeping toward her steadily moistening, freshly shaven pussy... Then all of a sudden she lunged forward and yanked the closet door wide open, revealing a very startled catboy with pale skin, fluffy ginger hair, his pants around his ankles, a pair of hot pink panties in one hand, and his own hard cock in the other.
"Ngyahhh! R-Roxxy!" he cried out as his mistress grabbed him by the wrist (the one clutching her panties) and pulled him out from the closet, his tail puffed out and jerking to and fro behind him.
"You know, for a cat, you're really not very sneaky, Gary," Roxanne laughed.
"H-how did you-?"
"Oh, you were quiet, but a girl knows when something's up, so I set a little trap," Roxanne gloated. "For one, I left that door open when I went in the shower."
"Oh," the young catboy muttered, looking down in shame, as though trying to hide his face behind his tussled mop of ginger locks.
"And I left these panties out as bait," Roxanne added. "Do you like them?"
Gary didn't answer. At 5'2", short even by catboy standards, he and Roxanne were exactly the same height, but now he seemed to shrink so that she appeared to be looming over him. Roxanne sighed and let go of his wrist. Gary quickly dropped her panties and covered his penis with both hands, an act that Roxanne couldn't help but find adorable.
"How long?" Roxanne asked him gently. "How long have you been peeping on me like this?"
Gary's tail twitched as he hesitated.
"Couple months, I guess..." he answered eventually. "Maybe more?"
"Why?" Roxanne asked.
"I... I was scared of the men..." Gary muttered.
"What men?"
"The men who came here to have sex with you."
"Wait, you've been spying on me fucking?!" Roxanne exclaimed.
"I didn't want to!" Gary wailed. "I mean, not at first. I tried hiding in the other room, but I could hear you! I could
smell
you! I just... I had to see you too..."
Roxanne blushed. She was, of course, aware of Gary's indiscretions. Shortly after they had moved in together, Roxanne had began to notice him sneaking glances at her, especially her tits. Not that she really blamed him. After all, Gary was no longer an innocent little kitten, but a young tomcat with a young tomcat's needs.
Then she started noticing other signs; her panty drawer having been disturbed, the bathroom door cracking open as she showered, and most recently his distinctive ginger hairs on her clothes hanging in the closet. Gary was clearly having very unpetlike thoughts about his longtime mistress, yet he never made any overt moves on Roxanne, even when he snuggled up beside her at night.
The weirdest part was when Roxanne realised that really didn't mind. Gary was almost like a little brother to her in many ways, and yet she never felt any discomfort or revulsion. If anything, Roxanne found herself more flattered and amused by his antics, perhaps because she knew her cute catboy was ultimately harmless. In fact, she was certain he was still a virgin. Still, she hadn't considered that he might actually be spying on her weekend fuck dates.
"Do you hate me now, Roxxy?" Gary asked suddenly, much to his mistress' alarm.
"No! No, Gary, I don't hate you," she said quickly. "You're my special kitty. I love you, and that's never going to change."
For the first time since she'd pulled him from the closet, Gary looked Roxanne in the face with his big green eyes. Roxanne smiled back and reached up to pet him softly behind the ears. Gary leaned into her touch, his tail slowly rising back up, and his hands relaxed, falling to his sides from where they had been covering his crotch. Roxanne couldn't help but to glance down at his penis, which had softened and shrank from their confrontation and now just barely peeked out beyond the hem of Gary's loose, checker-knit shirt. A thought occurred to her.
"Gary, were you masturbating while spying on me?" she asked.
"Um... kinda..." Gary replied, blushing. "I mean, yeah... I-I never finish in there, though," he added quickly. "I always, um, sneak out and finish in the bathroom after."
Roxanne couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of her adorable pet catboy edging himself in her closet. She wondered how much catboys could cum. Probably for the best that he was doing so in the toilet and not on her clothes.
"You're still naked," Gary said suddenly, now staring at his mistress' tits, each one rivalling his own head in size.
"Heh, yeah," Roxanne giggled. "Yeah, I am..."
Roxanne never could quite explain to herself what happened next, why she did what she did, though still being somewhat aroused probably had something to do with it. Nonetheless, it happened.
Still petting Gary's head, Roxanne reached out with her other hand, gently took him by the wrist, and placed his trembling hand on her breast. Gary's eyes widened, and his breath quickened as his fingers gently squeezed into her soft, sensitive flesh.
For a long moment they both just stood there, Gary tentatively squeezing his mistress' massive tit as though he had no idea what to do next. But then Gary took the initiative and brought his other hand up to Roxanne's other breast, squeezing them both in unison. He then started to explore. His hands roamed over the expanse of her caramel tits, squeezing and fondling and hefting them, rubbing her dark chocolate nipples first with his palms, then with his thumbs, staring intently as Roxanne's thick nubs stiffened and grew beneath his touch.
For her part, Roxanne was now getting quite turned-on again, each breath heavy with sighs of pleasure, wet heat blooming between her legs. The fact that it was her own pet catboy making her feel this way only made it hotter. Then Roxanne felt something prodding her belly, causing her to giggle when she realised what it must be.
"Ooooh, naughty kitty," she teased as she leaned forward to have a look. "Let's see what little Gary has for me..."
