Puss

gw - 1x2 - lemon - nc17 - crazy kitty style...yoikes!

lol, hope you like?^^;


Facts you should know: Duokitty is a neko, which means, he has a
human body...roughly ^^; though there are some differences - he has
kitty ears, a kitty tail, and claws, but human hands and feet. He
also has a sandpaper tongue...
oh, and he doesn\'t speak human =^_^=

Puss In Boots (a continuation of Puss)
By Cs


Duokitty was bored, which was not a first. His slave was gone for the
day, off wherever he went during most of the daylight hours, and
there was nothing to keep occupied with. He\'d already attacked the
curtains, and dug in the potted plant for a bit, and then he\'d idly
played with a stuffed mouse his slave had brought him home once. But,
after that, the only thing left was to groom himself till fluffy and
sunbath, and he\'d done that till he was damp all over from cleaning,
and then near dying from the heat of the sunbeam on the rug. Now, he
stalked around the house from room to room, looking for
entertainment. There had to be something he hadn\'t already played
with.

He slunk into the kitchen, tail twitching and sniffed delicately at
the fridge, but as usual it did not open. For some reason he could
never seem to get doors open by himself, his claws always scrabbling
on the slippery knobs. Though the fridge didn\'t have a knob, it
must\'ve had some other trick, because try as he might it wouldn\'t
budge when he sniffed at it. Duokitty wasn\'t stupid, he just thought
like a cat. And cats, being the creatures they are, leave the dirty
work –such as fridge door opening- to their slaves. They needn\'t
bother themselves with such things. Duokitty liked to try though. He
was nearly always curious and willing to learn.

After the kitchen, Duokitty went to the hall, from hall to living
room, out into the small foyer, from the foyer to the bathroom, and
then over to the last room left, his slave\'s room. But it was hardly
worth going in, there were other doors in there, but of course, he
couldn\'t open them. There was the bed though, which smelled
delightfully of his slave and often tempted him to nap upon it.

However on this day, one of the doors in the bedroom was slightly
ajar, enticing Duokitty with its dark secrets. He obviously couldn\'t
help himself, and went dutifully to investigate. First he sniffed
with vigor at the crack of shadows he could see. Then, he nudged the
door open and leapt behind it, just in case. The door swung open on
slightly creaky hinges and Duokitty peered around the doorframe
carefully.

There were no dogs in it, nor rats or mice, at least that he could
see. So with his tail pointing upwards like a flagpole and his ears
all perked, he went in. It was a closet, though he didn\'t know it.
What he did know was that everything in this new room had the smell
of his slave all over it. There were things hanging up, and if
Duokitty had worn clothes, he might\'ve known it was clothing. On the
floor of the closet was a military line of shoes.

Duokitty sat on the floor and sniffed the shoes. They reeked of his
slave, and for a happy time Duokitty rubbed his head against the toes
of them, purring loudly. He couldn\'t help it, he really did like his
slave, and it had been so many hours that the mere reminder of his
scent thrilled Duokitty to his core.

After a significant amount of cuddling the shoes, Duokitty sat back
on his haunches and stared at them. He\'d seen his slave wear some of
them, like the ones with the funny strings that he often couldn\'t
resist batting at, and the flat, dull brown ones. But just to the
right, nearly hidden, was a pair he\'d never seen before.

They were black, and smelled partly of animal, and partly of his
slave. Duokitty glanced over his shoulder, just in case, then dragged
the smooth boots out, petting them and absently kneading one with a
claw. There were little silvery things on the sides of them, and
after a bit Duokitty noticed he could slide them up and down. So he
did. This occupied a good portion of time, but eventually he grew
bored with the sport and sat back once more, eyeing them.

Little kitty synapses fired and he slowly pulled one of the boots
towards himself, and then, because it looked like the familiar thing
to do, he stretched out his leg and slid one of the boots on. He
spent some time flexing his foot and wiggling it, half-tempted to try
and attack it, it looked so foreign. His claws weren\'t too cramped up
inside the animal -smelling boot, so he decided to put on the other
one as well, tapping both against the floor when they were on.
Duokitty thought they looked pretty, spreading his legs and pattering
the heels along the floor, tail lashing in enthusiasm.

He stood up in them, slowly and cautiously, and then proceeded to run
around the house in circles, murring happily at the sounds of the
boots clicking on the floor. Sometimes it sounded as if they were
chasing him, and in an excited state he multiplied his efforts of
running, sometimes quicturnturning around to see if he could catch
the other Duokitty who must also be in boots. Then, exhausted and a
little confused, he collapsed on the couch, booted feet dangling from
it, and curled up to nap with his tail touching his nose.

It was the soft fondle of his slave that woke him. A gentle petting
that trailed down his back, briefly squeezing the base of his tale
before patting his rear. He arched up into it, a low rumble beginning
in his chest and practically vibrating the couch. Ever since the
night when his slave had done those strange things to him with his
tongue and the odd stick he had hiding on his person, Duokitty had
been longing more and more for his slave\'s touch. Sure, other people
had petted him; his slave\'s occasional friends, who\'d come over, or
neighbors, but Duokitty really only wanted his slave\'s petting.

As Duokitty writhed and purred, drooling a little in ecstasy despite
himself, he realized his feet were feeling awfully funny. And then he
remembered the boots and tried to hide them, pulling his legs in and
up and rolling to his knees. His slave was not fooled; smiling down
at him and tugging one booted foot out to look at it. Duokitty\'s purr
became staggered and questioning, hoping his slave wouldn\'t be upset
with him, as that usually resulted in a lack of petting and less
tidbits of fish or steak.

Duokitty tried his best to look innocent, eyes opening wide, and his
tail fluffing up a bit and swishing behind him. He endeavored to
pretend there were no boots on his feet, his whole body attempting to
communicate `what feet? Where?\'

Yet, his slave did not seem to be fooled by any of it, and instead
slowly pulled out Duokitty\'s other booted foot, turning both feet in
his hands this way and that, thumbs running up and down the material
of them. Then he gave Duokitty a look he\'d begun to recognize, it was
fairly new, and it did not mean food, or just a good petting, but
instead, something else: mating! Duokitty was really beginning to
like mating, though often it puzzled him, since he was sure he was
male and so was his slave. But, after talking to a few of the others
in the neighborhood, like his friends next door, Treizekitty and
Zechskitty, he understood that it was fairly normal thing with
slaves.

Treizekitty and Zechskitty had only one slave to share between them,
and Duokitty sometimes felt a bit sorry for them, since he had a
slave all to himself. He\'d once caught sight of their slave, who was
a bit smaller than either of his masters -who were both large toms-
and had wondered how it worked between them. When he\'d asked, they\'d
yowled about something a little different than what Duokitty knew of
mating, saying they did it backwards with their slave. And, when
Duokitty had asked what they meant, he was stunned to find out the
answer, but it\'s also made him think new thoughts. Ever since, he\'d
been wondering how to go about trying it on his slave, but hadn\'t had
an opportunity yet, as his slave was usually quicker on the draw.

Today was no different. His slave let go of his feet and gathered him
close, nuzzling his neck and making excited noises in his ear, and
Duokitty didn\'t even put up a token resistance, instead going limp
and purring loudly, absently kneading the couch arm in happiness. His
eyes slitted in pleasure and then he yowled when his slave lifted him
up and placed him standing with his hands on the back of the couch
and his rear waggling behind him. He clicked out a little solo on the
floor with the boot heels, his tail lashing eagerly from side to
side, claws digging new furrows into the poorly treated couch.

Duokitty didn\'t speak in human, nor did he understand it very well,
so when his slave whispered in his ears, all it did was tickle and
make his ears twitch. It just sounded like noises to him, not words
that he knew. Though, sometimes, his slave did make noises
suspiciously like a cat would, but they never translated to anything
much other than pleasure-thoughts.

For some reason, his slave always liked to clean him before he mated,
Duokitty couldn\'t tell what the point was, since his slave didn\'t
even have the right tongue, but he never complained either, as it
felt too good. Instead, he\'d learned to relax and accept it,
wriggling and mewling, and clawing at things in his joy and then
stilling in antatioation of his slave\'s mysterious stick. He had
spent some time discovering the `stick\', licking it with his
sandpaper tongue, and testing it with his claws, but his slave didn\'t
seem to appreciate the effort. Always pushing him away after only a
few moments of study. Duokitty couldn\'t figure out why that was,
especially since he had the correctly abrasive tongue for such
activities, unlike his slave.

Even now his slave\'s tongue lapped at him, doing a bad job of
cleaning, but a good job of making him wet and pliable. His purr
started echoing his panting breath, fading in and out in quick
spurts, and he wriggled against his slave\'s mouth. It never felt like
this when he cleaned himself, but perhaps it was the tongue
difference, or the way his slave gripped at his hips and ground into
him with his mouth. It was hard to tell.

Duokitty stilled as his slave stopped licking, spreading his legs a
little in anticipation and glancing over his shoulder to try and
watch. Except, he could only see a little bit of it and then he was
too busy concentrating on the oddly exquisite feel of the
mystifying `stick\' as it slid inside of him. It always hurt a little,
but Duokitty understood that this was a normal thing in mating, and
didn\'t really mind as what followed always overtook the minor pain
and made it all bliss.

His slave\'s hands, clawless, bit into his hips and tugged him
backwards, and Duokitty sighed out a series of soft purrs as he
became slowly filled and full. He meowed questioningly when his slave
bit softly at the back of his neck; as it implied ownership, but let
itby uby unpunished, sinking his claws into the couch instead.

He had noticed, that whenever his slave took him, something odd
happened between his own legs. Sometimes he had a chance to look, and
sometimes not, but this time, thanks to the position he was able to
peer down and see what was going on. It looked a bit like his slave\'s
stick, thouot aot as large nor as thick, and it seemed to hide when
not in actual use. Yet, when his slave touched it, it felt amazing,
making his whole body twitch and jerk in surprise. Which it did, as
his slave\'s silky hand wrapped around it, pulling and tugging until
Duokitty thought he might explode. He didn\'t explode; though he did
see mouse-shaped stars burst behind his eyes, and he released a wet,
sticky warmth against the back of the couch.

Duokitty yowled loudly in applause at this, his slave thumping into
him so hard that his feet kept leaving the floor, so that the boots
made halfhearted clacking sounds every other thrust. He knew later
he\'d be deliciously satisfied and sore, and to help along his slave,
leant back till his claws were the only things holding him. This
seemed to please his slave immensely, and the effort redoubled.
Duokitty was astounded to find the thing between his legs growing
again, and purred loudly to announce it
His
His slave virtually yowled himself, holding still for a dazed moment
and then loudly panting into Duokitty\'s ear, grinding into him with
amorous vigor. Duokitty didn\'t know that his slave could feel the
purr all the way inside of him, and that was what was nearly driving
him mad now. He only knew that he felt as if his body\'s sole purpose
was this, opening wide and accepting everything his slave could give.
All too soon though, his slave\'s panting grew ragged, and the
thrusting more sporadic. Duokitty knew the signs by now and his
purring doubled in intensity if possible, sending his slave into a
near paroxysm against his back.

He found himself all filled up, his slave clutching at him, and then
slowly falling to his knees, bringing Duokitty with him. Duokitty
snuggled and then moved to begin a `real\' cleaning, but his slave
stopped him and after a few deep breaths lifted him up and carried
him to the bedroom. Duokitty stretched and purred softly, his slave
placing him on the bed then carefully removing the fun black boots
and putting them back into the closet. He lay beside Duokitty and
petted him lightly, speaking in his incomprehensible language, tone
gently chiding. Duokitty gave a great yawn, licked his owse ase and
grinned lazily. He might have to learn how to open doors after this.

Later that night three figures sat beside the backyard fence. They
all had soft furry ears, and long swishing tails, and, they appeared
to be talking. Though, if you listened it was merely cat sounds. One
of them was much smaller than the other two, and sat in a slightly
submissive pose, listening politely, ears cocked.

Treizekitty was a large ginger tom, and Zechskitty a pale yellow tom,
both had great fluffy tails, much more thicker and furrier then
Duokitty\'s own, and they also seemed to know everything. Which was
why Duokitty always listened to them when they tried to counsel him
on his slave.

Tonight they had taken note with interest to his tale about the
boots, and murred and meowed approval, giving Duokitty licks to help
him clean himself. Zechskitty especially seemed interested in
Duokitty\'s slave, and he had to stop himself from hissing
possessively at the large tom about it. Then their slave had come out
and called for them, even going so far as to nicely offer Duokitty
some treats, but Duokitty had refused them, and tail sticking
straight up he meandered to his back door and scratched at it till
his slave let him in.

Later that night, Heero – the slave – woke to find Duokitty perched
on his chest, pupils taking up his entire eye as he stared down,
claws kneading. Then, with a possessive meow, Duokitty proceeded to
claim his slave properly.




hee ^^;
a story for another time! i think treizekitty and zechskitty
might be bad influences eh? -grin-

Cs