Alan sits on his clinch working his way through his fourth whiskey drink of the evening. He thinks anyway. Not sure really, however many he's had it's enough for him to not move and be past the point of caring about anything. He just stares at the TV catching up on the basketball game he missed yesterday while out at that party at the bar downtown. Chicken wings beer and tequila shots were in order. Going home alone wasn't the plan but you when someone isn't interested they aren't interested no matter how much you like otherwise. He sips his drink with one hand while the other reaches over and scratches the back of his cats head. A grey furred tabby he found on his porch one night looking for food and maybe shelter. He left her some tuna and found her waiting outside the door the next morning. He tried to shoo her off but she kept coming back. So he decided to let her in. A couple months later after a collar and bath she's curled up next to him on the couch having her ear scratched by her master. His hand goes limp and falls off of her ear. She looks up to see his head slumped back on the couch asleep.
His snoring is interrupted when a soft raspy voice says "master?" His eye flicker open. He turn his head to see a naked girl next to him. In his full blackout haze he sees her sitting there legs crisscrossed with her hand resting forward. Two large eyes, one green, one blue stare at him wide with curiosity. He head is topped with short silver hair. Her body is lithe and thin. Two perky nipples cap her perky little boobs. She leans in closer to him and sniffs his face. Alan mumbles some gibberish at her. She rests her forehead against his cheek and nuzzles his neck.
He feels flushed with heath and starts to ask "what?" He stops when her palm rests on his groin. Neither of them understand what's happening. Alan because he's drunk and Ash because she's just turned into a different animal. His smell hits her nose and she suddenly feels empty. Master looks sad tonight and she want to cheer him up. She's seen this happen on his glowing box several time so she decides to try it. She doesn't know how pants work so she uses her claws to tear through the fabric. She handles his underwear the same way and in no time she's staring at his half hard cock. She's seen it before but never has it captured her imagination or created a heat within her. She fights the butterflies in her stomach, leaning in and inhaling his scent, driving her need even higher. She leans in and gives a small lick. Then a kiss. Then with her tongue she scoops the head into her mouth. She swirls her tongue around it and instinctively starts to suck. She closes her eyes and give out a small moan at the excitement. The blood flows and his dick begins to extend into her mouth. The reaction makes her happy and she keeps up what she's doing. Bobbing up and down moaning and every so often opening her mouth and swirling her tongue around the head.
