Parlor Treats

Nicole's Note: Real-life con-noncon requires a lot of trust, safewords, and other things a fantasy can fudge a little. Enjoy the kink responsibly, and enjoy the story!

[pov:boy w/cock; femdom; malesub; ffm; gentle femdom; breastfeeding; hypnosis; nonconsent (moderate); embarrassment; teasing; catgirl; feeding; lapdance; big tits; breast fixation]

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"Aw, c'mon, cutie! You have to buy

something

!"

"Yeah! Seriously, us kitties will do

anything

to close a sale."

Hawthorne gulped, staring between the two gorgeous catgirl waitresses as they beamed up at him and bounced in twin excitement. "R-Really," he said, scratching the back of his head with a nervous chuckle, "I just came in to get out of the cold. Not looking to buy anything." Hoping not to appear rude, he added, "You have a really lovely little, um, parlor, though!"

Pette and Nippi didn't seem disappointed. That almost made him more worried.

"Aw, thanks!" Pette said sweetly. She was a truly breathtaking little number, with a chest that could make some cowgirls jealous--surely magically enhanced, but somehow, Hawthorne found he didn't care that much when the results were bouncing right in front of him, tightly contained in that frilly, low-cut cream-colored dress. Her hair was a pretty blood orange-red, complimenting vivid green eyes and numerous little pink freckles speckling across the pale skin of her cheeks. She clasped her hands and swung them down to the side coquettishly, leaning forward to bat her eyelashes up at him."The lads down in the vale helped us set it up in exchange for, um..."

"... favors," Nippi cut in with a wink. Nippi was a little shorter, though neither catgirl quite reached his shoulders. She had dark hickory-brown hair and bright green eyes the same shade as Pette's. Her chest was nothing to catch the eye--not that Hawthorne was, erm, looking to be caught--but with her slight waist dark crimson leggings, this only served to accentuate her curvy, prodigious hips and luscious pear-shaped form.

Hearing their giggles, Hawthorne snapped his gaze back to eye-level. "Right! Yes! Of course." He nodded quickly. "Anyways, I, um... I should

really

be going. Your treats

do

look really delicious, but..." He couldn't help but glance at the decadent pastries and cakes behind the display glass. The whole parlor was lit in a sunny orange glow that made the colorful glazed tiles at their feet dance with light, a warmth suffusing the place that belied the frost riming the charming circular window. "... but I... I really can't afford much, is all."

"Aww." Nippi pouted. "Are you sure?"

Hawthorne chewed his upper lip. Staring down at Nippi's big green eyes as those large russet-red tufted feline ears flattened pathetically to the sides of her head, the way a cat looked when it had been locked outside on a rainy night for clawing the furniture... he found he suddenly wasn't. He wasn't very sure at all.

"We could make you a deal!" Pette offered eagerly. She reached forward and clasped Hawthorne's left hand in both of hers, giving a hopeful pout. "Half off for one of them! Limited time only, cutiepie!"

"Ooh, Pette," Nippi breathed, dropping the sad kitten face to blink with big, surprised eyes at her partner, "That's

such

a good deal! Can we even

afford

that?"

Hawthorne cleared his throat. "Well, now, hang on--"

"A budget scarce matters if the customer isn't a hundred percent

satisfied

," Pette said resolutely. "And it's worth it if he walks out of here with a nice full belly!"

"But I--"

"Oh, yes, that's a good point!" Nippi nodded and turned to beam up at him. "Satisfaction

is

important."

"Satisfaction guaranteed!" Pette chirped.

"Or your money back!" Nippi chimed.

Hawthorne glanced dizzily between the two catgirls. His cheeks were starting to feel just a little warm. He cleared his throat. "Look, that's... a

very

kind offer, but honestly, I need to be back on the road again." He glanced down shyly. Then, for an excuse to avoid those big, imploring eyes as much as anything, he indicated his mailbag. "I'm... a bard, you know. Third-Class. There's mail running late. Surely you can understand."

"Oh, but you'll be sheltering in the village tonight anyways, won't you?" Nippi asked, smiling slightly as she appeared to spot what she considered an opening. "It's getting quite late."

"Well, I..."

"Ooh, say, Nippi, you're right!" Pette nodded primly and released his hands with a soft little smile. "So you really can't be in

that

much rush, can you, now?"

"I..." Hawthorne looked at Pette, then at Nippi, as the two catgirls gave him equally smug grins. "I guess not," he said weakly. "I just... just..."

But now the catgirls smelled blood in the water.

"At

least

give our menu a look!" Pette pleaded. "C'mon, we need to make

some

sales today!"

"Yeah, else we're... we're sure to go out of business!" Nippi agreed, eyes welling with tears. "The... the landlord's coming tomorrow with the rent!"

"Well... well, I suppose, if you're really..." Hawthorne blinked. "Wait, you have a landlord?"

The catgirls held their expressions frozen a moment. Still teary-eyed, Nippi's eyes shot to meet Pette's.

Pette coughed. "Too much."

Hawthorne's eyes darted between the pair. He was so thoroughly confused right now.

"Hmph." Nippi folded her arms with a petulant pout. "He would've bought it if you were more committed to the sale, Pette."

"A landlord? Come on. Show some respect to our lovely customers' intelligence." Pette rolled her eyes, then smiled again at Hawthorne. "Sorry, sir, a dozen apologies. We aren't going out of business. She just got carried away. You know how it is."

"... r-right." Hawthorne nodded hesitantly. "Um, sure, no hard feelings, just--"

"That said," Pette added sweetly, "it would mean

so

much to us," her thick eyelashes fluttered, "if you'd consider making just a little purchase! Just one!"

Hawthorne sighed. These kittens were persistent, and honestly, he hated being so rude--and even though he was pretty sure one of them had just tried to outright lie to him, he couldn't quite bring himself to hold it against her when

he

wasn't being totally up-front, either. It was time to come clean.

"I'm just not that into desserts," he admitted sheepishly. "I'm sure your pastries are really delicious, and they look beautiful, but I haven't... haven't even, you know, had dinner yet, and.. and..." He trailed off. The catgirls were grinning again. "What?"

"So

that's

it," Pette said, shooting Nippi a sly glance.

"He's not a

dessert

man," Nippi agreed, smirking. "No wonder!"

The catgirls began to circle around Hawthorne, murmuring between each other, watching him with those smug, confident expressions. Hawthorne's heart started to race.

"He must be

confused

."

"I'll bet he didn't see the

sign

."

"He didn't read the

menu

."

"He doesn't know!"

"Let's tell him!"

"T-Tell me what?" Hawthorne sputtered, taking a step back. He felt like a deer being stalked by coyotes. Gods, he'd just come in here to get warm!

"Well, cutie," Pette said sweetly, clasping her hands behind her back and leaning forward, giving him a generous view down her bodice as she did so, "we don't sell ordinary 'desserts' here. This is the Dream Parlor!"

Hawthorne blinked. The name meant nothing to him. "The..."

"We sell

make-believe

treats," Nippi said proudly, strutting around him with a cloth to wipe and polish the surface of one of the booth tables. As she bent over, Hawthorne tried to ignore the indulgent view she seemed to be offering. "Our provider is an alchemist."

"A Thriae alchemist, as a matter of fact," Pette declared grandly, taking him by the hand again.

"R-Really?" Hawthorne had been about to ask what the hell a 'make-belief treat' was when he registered the second half. His guard was up again. "That sounds a little..."

"Absurd? I know! So this is a once-in-a-lifetime deal, you see!" Pette started leading him to the booth, which stood right next to the display case and counter.

"Won't come again!'

"Unless you do, of course!"

The two catgirls giggled.

Hawthorne felt his face heating up. Was that deliberate double entendre? Or, erm, triple entendre? He stared hesitantly down at Pette. "Well, I just... I mean, is it..."

"Safe?" Nippi asked, flashing him a friendly smile as she helped him into the booth. The seats were warm and soft, a nice, cozy relief from the outdoors chill. "Oh, as anything! She's a ronin Thriae."

"A rogue unit."

"Which means the other Thriae are always on the hunt to track her down and bring her to her knees," Pette cooed, tying the cloth napkin around Hawthorne's neck before he realized what was going on.

"You could be the very last one to taste one of her delectably impossible delicacies!" Pette sang.

"And we're offering you

such

a good deal on it!"

"Well... if you say so, I... I guess." Hawthorne cleared his throat, idly fanning his face with the menu Pette had just slid before him. The catgirls were still talking so fast, and it was really hard to parse the conversation when they kept trading off like that. "I can at least... hear what you're offering. Maybe I'll try

one

thing. Since... since it's half off."

The catgirls practically

purred

with delight, bouncing gleefully in place and smiling brilliantly at one another. From the relief in their eyes, Hawthorne might as well have told them that an avalanche heading for their home had spontaneously evaporated into a cloud and blown away. He suppressed a smile. Catgirls were a little infamous for their... mood swings.

"So what's it gonna be?" Pette asked, beaming. She leaned over the edge of the table. "Have a look at the menu!"

Hawthorne nodded, trying to keep his eyes on Pette's as he reached for the menu.

"Ooh, no, the cutie can't be asked to read a

menu

," teased Nippi, giggling as she plucked the menu away from him. "You can't make a first-time customer use a

menu

!"

"B-But I--"

"

Ooh

! Good point!" Pette's head bobbed with giddy excitement. "It's better to recommend something!"

"I kind of wouldn't mind a menu," Hawthorne protested, reaching for the menu Nippi now held.

"No, no, no," Nippi scolded, raising it out of reach, "we're here to take care of you! There's all kinds of stuff on this menu."

"Best to let us pick the first thing you try," Pette agreed.

"But--"

"Especially since you're getting

such

a fantastic deal!" Nippi flipped the menu open with a smug smile.

"I--"

"Hush, now, sir," Pette purred, leaning down over the counter to meet his gaze with those pretty green eyes of hers. "Just let

us

handle the menu for you~"

"We know it best, after all~" Nippi added with a wink.

"I... I... I guess so." Hawthorne ducked his head, now even more flustered than before. These catgirls were being awfully pushy, but... well, he supposed he

didn't

know the menu as well as they did. Maybe it was for the best. Especially since they were giving him such a good deal.

Nippi looked up from the menu and cheerfully passed it to Pette. "I think we should let him try a sample!"

"Ooh, good idea!" Pette cooed. "Say, why don't you bring him some unicorn songs? Those are so

perky

!"

Positioned below the normally shorter catgirl, Hawthorne swallowed. It was getting... a lot more

difficult

not to stare at her. The buxom catgirl's cheerful, almost unsettlingly eager attitude was leading to a lot of...

bouncing

...

"I was thinking maybe a nymph's-come-hither-glance turnover." Nippi hummed happily, swinging her hips leisurely from side to side as she made her way behind the display case. "You know, something nice and

tart

."

Hawthorne was barely listening to the absurd names. Truthfully, he couldn't help but watch Nippi's curvy ass sway back and forth, jiggling with every step.

He only realized he was staring, in fact, when he noticed Pette smirking at him. He closed his mouth, licked his lips and coughed. "W-Well, I, um..."

"Which do you want?" Pette asked, her bushy red feline tail flicking eagerly behind her head. "We can only do one sample per customer. Store policy!"

"I..." Hawthorne bit his lip. This was the third reason he hadn't wanted to order.

The truth was, he was

terrible

at making decisions. Especially under pressure.

"Though the sample

is

free, of course," Nippi added, giggling as she opened the display case and reached in. Her eyes met his. "You could

always

buy one and sample the other?"

"I, um, maybe."

"Maybe?" Pette pouted. "Ooh, come on, just pick one! Why not a songbird's curiosity tart?"

"Or some whipped stormcloud's rumble?"

"Ooh, I know!" Pette giggled, turning to point again. "Get him a butterfly milk cream puff! He'll

love

that!"

"Aw, I dunno." Nippi was already pulling out a truly mouthwatering-looking chocolatey-looking cake--some sort of lavacake, maybe. "I

just

thought of the distilled demonkiss trufflecake."

"No, no, butterfly milk! He needs something light and creamy!" Pette bounced away from the table to intervene, leaving Hawthorne briefly alone.

He took a deep breath. These two were like a whirlwind. There was so much to keep up with!

"No, something dense and decadent's gonna be the ticket," Nippi said confidently. Her long, sleek black tail darted up to stroke under Pette's chin as the other catgirl stooped to retrieve her own delicacy. Pette froze at the touch. "Just think... a demon's kiss, distilled and baked to heady,

intoxicating

perfection, like the

heaviest

brandy and the

richest

chocolate..."

Hawthorne gave a nervous laugh. "Um, well, really, girls, I..."

"Ooh..." Pette's eyelids fluttered from the tail's light stroking. Then she snapped to, and shot Nippi an evil look. "

Professionalism

, Nippi! It's not playtime! Anyways--" She straightened, now holding a plate bearing an impossibly fluffy-looking puff pastry in the shape of an elaborate many-winged butterfly."Maybe the trufflecake's the way to go... if you wanna give him a

stomachache

."

"Hunger will give him a stomachache." Nippi danced around the counter with a big, smug smile, her hips swaying back and forth with every step as she came to set her plate down before Hawthorne. "There you are, cutie~" She winked.

Hawthorne stared down at the little cake, about the size of a catgirl's closed fist. Despite its relatively small size, he could feel just from smelling that

sinfully

enticing ganache, with just a hint of something strong like rum or brandy joining the sweet, slightly bitter chocolate, that this would pack a punch. Small, maybe, but as dense and rich as anything he'd ever tasted, no doubt. He licked his lips. "Um, well... h-hang on, I'm not--"

"Don't rush the customer, Nippi, you little sockdollachewer!" Pette glared fiercely, her chest bouncing slightly as she bent over to set down her own treat next to the cake. "

There

you go, sweetie. One butterfly milk creampuff, just for you~"

By comparison, her pastry looked as light and fluffy as a cloud, the fine choux butterfly worked in impossible delicacy with the airy whipped cream. Its scent was layered, complex, and yet as wispy as a spring breeze, flowing through him with a dainty grace that left him with a pleasant buzzing sensation. His mouth watered.

"But I, um." He swallowed. "I... only wanted a sample first."

"Of course, cutie!" the catgirls said together, then immediately scowled at each other.

Pette cleared her throat. "Of course, cutie. But--"

"But there's no reason you shouldn't have both options easily presented!" Nippi said cheerfully. "You can sample one of them, then choose between two!"

"I... can't sample both?" he asked weakly, eyes darting between the two pastries. Gods, they both looked

delectable

."

"Store policy," Nippi said, this time cutting off Pette a second before the catgirl seemed poised to say the same. She grinned. "Village kids kept coming in and trying everything."

"The whole point is the

experience

, you see," Pette said, swinging her hips to the side and putting one hand on them with a playful expression. "These treats technically shouldn't even exist. If we let people taste-test every single one, there goes the mystery!"

"There goes the mystique!"

"The exoticism!"

"The flair!"

"Okay." Hawthorne licked his lips, looking long at the creampuff, then at the trufflecake. Gods, they both looked exquisite. "I... um..."

"So which one do you wanna sample?" Pette asked sweetly.

Hawthorne felt his cheeks reddening. "I'm thinking," he mumbled, chewing on a knuckle.

"Okay! No rush!" Nippi patted his shoulder. "Take your time, cutie."

Hawthorne bit his lip.

He looked at the trufflecake.

He looked at the creampuff.

There was a long silence.

"... well?" Pette prompted.

"I, um. I'm still thinking."

Nippi giggled. "Gosh, you're pretty indecisive, huh?"

Pette scowled. "Nippi, be nice! The customer is always right!" As she spoke, she leaned over on the table, and Hawthorne watched as her breasts seemed to strain against the tight pale dress. He gulped.

"Well, how can he be right if he hasn't made a decision yet?"

"Hm..." Pette's ear flicked. She glanced down at Hawthorne, and appeared to look him up and down. Hawthorne blushed and quickly tore his eyes away from her chest. He heard her give a slight giggle, and could have sworn he saw a little smile playing across her lips. "Mister, would you be a dear and excuse us for a moment? I need to have a talk with my business partner."

"Um." He nodded sheepishly. "Sure. Sorry it's taking so long."

"Not at all!" Pette exclaimed, reaching over and Petteng his hair; Hawthorne flinched at the familiarity, but she didn't seem the least bit put off by this, leaning over and continuing to pet. Then she pulled back and took Nippi's hand. "We'll be

right

back~"

She twirled in her lovely dress and made for the kitchen door. Nippi gave him a big smile as she turned and followed after.

Nippi's ass swayed from left to right with every step. Right to left. Left to right. So curvy, so plump and luscious and... and...

Hawthorne coughed, inwardly scolding himself. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that Nippi...

wanted

him staring.

But... but that was all the more reason to be careful. Right?

He stared helplessly between the two delectable baked treats as the door swung shut. He could hear the catgirls talking in low tones, but aside from the occasional giggle, he couldn't make out words.

This is getting stupid,

he thought with a rueful laugh. He needed to just choose one. It didn't matter which.

And yet as he reached towards the creampuff, he hesitated. Oh, but... but he

was

hungry. Something rich and heavy might be a better idea.

He glanced at the trufflecake and reached for the spoon, then stopped himself. But... but he'd get dinner in town.

He looked back to the creampuff.

But what if he wasn't able to find any good places to eat? He looked back to the trufflecake. Better something filling. Just in case.

But supposing he got a stomachache? He looked back to the creampuff.

But the trufflecake looked

delicious

. His eyes darted back.

But so did the creampuff! He tore his gaze away and pinched the bridge of his nose. Gods, why was this always so hard?

He bit his lip, then pointed to one. Face heating up slightly, his finger began bobbing between.

One, two, green, blue. Pick a pepper for the stew. If it's salty, add a--

The door swung open, and he dropped his hand, flustered, as the two catgirls came strutting back in. "Sorry about that!" Pette chirped, giggling.