In the Life of the Cat: Changes
Warning! Contains yummy adult yiff stuff. Please don't read unless you really want to out of your own free will. All characters are copyright me. Please don't alter.
I caught Tyler off-guard with a kiss, my feline muzzle pressing against his canine muzzle. I quickly ended it and, before he could say anything, stood.
"I have another appointment and a schedule to keep. You shower while I make a few phone calls. I'll set some clothes out for you."
"But my clothes are fine!" He whined.
"No, they aren't." I said. "Unless this is your definition of fine is smells like shit and crusted with mud." Tyler's jaw opened and closed several times before he sighed and walked to the bathroom. I sat naked on the bed, the fur around my asshole semi-crusted from my previous appointment, and picked up the phone. "I hope she's home." I said to myself as I dialed the number of a "friend" of mine.
When Tyler came out of my room, he sighed and asked, "How do I look?" He wore tight, black, silk dress pants and a matching silk shirt. He had a pair of black leather dress shoes over his hind paws and a Rolex adorned his wrist.
"Sexy." I purred. I walked over to him and untucked his shirt. Looking him up and down, I decided to unbutton it also, showing the black wife-beater underneath. "Even better. Get ready to go. I have a friend who is going to pick you up and show you around, maybe get you some connections. For hanging out and finding girls, not whoring." I said when he raised his eyebrows.
The doorbell rang after a little while and a female wolf entered. She was clad in an expensive white gown, which greatly complemented her snow-white coat. Pearls encircled her throat, right wrist, and left ankle. Her transparent, crystalline high heels added to her height slightly. I greeted her with a kiss, then smiled. She looked at me quizzically.
"Why are you naked, and why do you smell like an unknown male?" She asked.
"Long story. Ignore it." About that time, Tyler came in.
"Oh. I didn't know you had company. Am I interrupting something?" She smiled.
"No. This is the guy I was talking about." I said. Tyler was in a daze, staring at the she-wolf. I guessed that it was time for introductions.
"The retriever drooling all over my floor is Tyler. Tyler, this is Akiva Monroe."
Akiva smiled, and gave Tyler a little hug. "Call me Kiva. Come on, big boy. I'm gonna show you a real good time!" They walked out of the apartment with Akiva wrapped all over Tyler. She was good at giving guys what they want, but I was sure to tell her not to try anything unless Tyler pressed it on her.
I closed the door behind them and shook my head. "I need a shower."
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I rummaged through my drawers, my fur still somewhat moist. "What to wear?" I asked myself. Pulling out a purple g-string, I giggled. "He'll like that." I opened another drawer and began to sift through the pants therein. I pulled out a pair of denim pants and unfolded them. "Hm. Let's see." I put them on and looked in the mirror. My reflection showed an orange alley cat. My paws were cream colored, and so was the last bit of my tail and a small patch on my chest. The denim pants started just below my sleek belly. They were just like any pair of tight fitting jeans, except they had a leg missing. I thought it looked sexy. "Yeah. That works.
Next, I began to rummage through my closet for a nice shirt. Sweater after tank top after tee was thrown from the rack, discarded for various reasons. Finally, I pulled a denim jacket off of the hanger. The sleeves were cut off and it wasn't long enough to function as a jacket, the bottom halting about equal with my navel. That was the beauty of it. I put it on and left it unbuttoned, showing off my sexy body.
I left my apartment with my usual necessities and made my way over to the Mouse's Ear, a nightclub most middle-to-upper class furs frequented. The line outside the door stretched down the street and around the corner. The bouncer was a horse of rather muscular build, and he held a long, heavy flashlight. I knew him, of course.
"Hey, William." I said, walking up to him.
"Hey, Cat. You free, or on business?"
"Business. I'm here to see Andrew." I smiled a bit.
Will shook his head. "He is simply infatuated with you." Then he smiled a bit. "Then again, I can see why. You are REALLY good. Listen, after you and Andy are done, how about you come to my place?"
"Maybe. I might show up around two in the morning if I come. You off by then?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'll look forward to it." He smiled.
"Don't get your hopes up, though. I better get inside. See ya."
He held the rope aside as I walked in. I loved the Mouse's Ear. Tony, a kodiak, stood behind the bar, running his white rag over a spot on the table. I walked over and coughed politely.
"Oh. What's up, Cat?"
"Is Andrew upstairs?"
"Yeah, of course. Go on ahead."
I walked into the back room and up a flight of stairs. At the top was a steel reinforced door. When I knocked on it, the eye slit slid back and hazel eyes regarded me. It slid back moments later, and the door opened. The room was like an office. It had a desk, a computer, some chairs, a couch, a big screen TV, and a window that overlooked the dance floor. The ceiling had rafters made in triangles to support the roof. As I walking in, the guard walked out, giving me and the cheetah inside some privacy. The cheetah was dressed in a magenta dress suit over a lime green shirt. His purple shades obscured the dark pools I often lost myself in while making love.
"Hello, James."
I smiled and nodded.
"Aw. Too cruel. No hello? Lemme guess. Is it because of the suit?"
"You know I hate magenta, Andrew. Take it off."
"If it makes you happy..." He removed the offending garments and was left clad only in a pair of boxers and his green shirt.
"The shirt has to go too. Who dresses you, anyway? Your mother?"
He began to unbutton his shirt. "That's not very nice. I may have to tie you up and torture you for that." He finished the last button, then cast the garment away.
"That's better." I said, shrugging out of my jacket. I walked over to him and planted a kiss on his lips. I purred into his muzzles as our tongues caressed each other. I put my hands on his chest and rubbed its fur before shoving him onto his ass. He looked up at me, a little confused. I quickly removed my jeans before pouncing on him. We kissed and cuddled for a while before I broke the kiss and gazed deep into his eyes.
"I believe you said something about rape and bondage? Was that a hollow threat...or a promise of fun?"
He smiled, rolling me off of him. Standing, he walked over to his desk and opened a drawer. From inside of the drawer, he pulled a set of handcuffs. "Come over here, kitty."
I smiled and walked over to the middle of the room, where Andy proceeded in handcuffing me to on of the rafters so that my hind paws barely touched the ground. He smiled as he watched me squirm a bit. Removing his boxers revealed his hard length, which measured about eight inches. He walked over to me and pulled my g-string down, freeing my eight-and-a-half-inch beast. He smiled and began to lick my cock from base to tip; swallowing every drop of precum that issued forth. He made several more passes before taking my cockhead into his muzzle and gently sucking on it while his tongue licked my slit. Slowly, he began to work his way down, inch after inch of my cathood disappearing into his muzzle. My cock made contact with the back of his throat before he adjusted himself and, bit by bit, began to swallow my cock. He began to suck on my meat, his tongue massaging the underside. He began to withdraw and came almost all the way off, but, when he reached the cockhead, he began to bob.
The tender suckling soon drove me over the edge and I came all in his mouth, but he didn't swallow. "Oh gods, Andy! Please don't...mrrf!" He did. His muzzle pressed against mine, and his tongue forced my jaws apart. My cum filled my own mouth partially as Andy performed what he liked to call an "in-cumming kiss". He swallowed most of it as the kiss progressed, but I did swallow a bit. He wrapped his arms around me, one hand behind my head and the other on my ass. After a few minutes of sensual tongue massage, he pulled back.
"My turn to climax." He said.
"Yes. Do me rough!"
Andy walked around behind me. Normally, I would be a bit shorter than he would, but since I was hanging from the ceiling slightly, I was just right. Moving my tail out of the way, he pressed his cock against my asshole.
"No wait! Andy! You're not lubed! Andy, you're not...AAAHHHHHHH!" He drove into me hard, not stopping until he was hilted. It felt like a cactus was shoved up my ass.
"Awwww. Is the poor kitty hurt?" He giggled and started a semi-rough thrusting rhythm. I was crying and my insides were burning.
"Oh gods, Andy, it hurts so bad!" I sobbed.
"Sorry, baby, but you asked for it rough." I could hear the sincerity in his voice. I knew he wouldn't purposely do anything to hurt me. I felt his thrusting slow so as to give me time to adapt. The fire he lit inside me started to snuff, so I sighed.
"Okay, Andy. You can pick up the pace, now."
He moved back up to his semi-rough rhythm, then a little faster. He began to nip at my neck, and he knew as well as I did what that did to me.
"Talk to me, bitch! Tell me to fuck you like a sex-crazed dog!" He shouted.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Andy! Fuck me til my ass turns blue!"
He bit down hard on the scruff of my neck and I felt his cock pulse as his seed was planted deep inside me. He continued to thrust until he was too weak to continue. He pulled out and sat down, breathing hard. I unsheathed one of my claws and picked the lock of the handcuffs. Removing them from my wrists, I dropped them and knelt beside Andrew, cradling him in my arms.
"I love you, James." He whispered.
I kneeled quietly for a while before standing. "You'll send the money to my apartment?"
He looked at me with the same hurt look he always gave me after he said what he did, then he nodded. Putting my clothes on, I sighed.
On my way home, I pondered the feelings running through my head. I loved Andy, that was for certain, but I didn't want or need a mate, no matter what anyone said. Besides, if Andy were my mate, he probably wouldn't pay me nearly as much as he did now. And $1200 for one fuck was a lot more than I charged anyone else. And with how often he called me, it made up a large amount of my weekly income. I pushed all thoughts of Andrew to the back of my mind.
"I wonder what Tyler and Kiva are doing." I asked myself.
I arrived at my apartment in due time. Upon entering, I was greeted with the sound of a furious fucking underway, so I shut the door quietly and sneaked over to my room. The door was open and a peep around the corner confirmed my assumption. There, lying on my bed, was Kiva. Tyler kneeled behind her with her legs over his shoulders and his cock buried in her pussy.
I pulled my head back around and leaned flat against the wall, smiling.
"One, two, three." I whispered before turning the corner and saying, "Hello!"
"OH MY GODS!" Tyler yelled, falling over.
Kiva squealed, then stood and pushed me.
"You asshole! Why don't you knock?" Kiva was trying to keep a serious face and was failing miserably.
"Whose idea was this?"
"Mine." Tyler said. "I didn't think you'd be home so soon and...well...I thought..."
"No, it's fine." I said. "As long as it was your idea." He smiled. "Oh, and take it to the couch, I'm gonna take a shower and rest, and I don't want to hear you all fucking."
When I got out of the shower half an hour later, I still heard them in the living room.
"My gods, Kiva!" I said to myself. "You never lasted this long with me!" Grunting, I went out to see how they were doing.
Kiva was seated on the couch and Tyler was kneeling in front of her, his head between her legs. Kiva and Tyler both were sweat-covered, and Kiva had some dried cum on her cheek.
"Okay, you sex-crazy dogs, you'll have to leave. You're keeping me awake!" Kiva held up one finger and kept the other paw behind Tyler's head, keeping him there.
"Al...most...there..." She panted. "Oh, Tyler...you're so good... yes...uh...uh..." With a groan, Kiva climaxed.
Tyler kept licking while Kiva rode out her orgasm. When they were done, I asked, "How long have you two been at it?"
Tyler looked at the clock and thought for a moment. "Three and a half hours." He said, his muzzle covered with cunt.
My jaw dropped. "How many orgasms?"
"Five." Tyler said.
"Four." Kiva replied with a smile.
"My gods!" I shook my head. "Well, Kiva, you've had your fun. You can leave now, so I can sleep.
Kiva looked at Tyler. "I'll be back tomorrow at five, my love."
"See you then, pet." He called.
"So," I asked, "You two like each other?"
"Oh yeah!" He exclaimed. "She's so nice and sexy and her fur is so soft and she is SO good in bed! She's funny, too, and she likes all the same stuff I do, and she...I'm in love, Cat."
"Right. I though I was, too, when I met Kiva. But it turns out that I'm gay, so..."
"But I'm not! Maybe we'll start a family together!"
"Hold on to your tail, Ty! You just met her!"
"But she's perfect." Tyler stared dreamily into space.
"Well, loverboy, you best get to bed. It's getting late."
As I lie in bed, I listened for Tyler's snores before getting up and dressing. G-string was first, followed by baggy cargo pants, then a loose white tee. I didn't need to impress William. Not with my clothes, anyway. I crept quietly through the living room and to the door.
"Sleep tight, Tyler." I whispered as I left. I had to admit, there were definitely going to be changes.
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