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Shake Shack Cat

For Sinister

By Draconicon

Ardanis knew that something was going to go tits-up when Tesla walked into the restaurant. The lavender-furred cat bit his lip as he forced himself not to react, holding himself stiff and yet relaxed - as much as he could manage - behind the cash register. The Dalmatian walked up to him with a big smile on her face and big wet stains in the pits of her shirt and along the thighs of her shorts. The harsh scent of hot sweat hit him like a hammer.

"Good afternoon," Ardanis said in the voice of every retail worker that had ever stepped foot behind the counter and hated their life. "How can I help you today?"

"Mmm, I want kitty."

"I'm afraid that isn't on the menu without a purchase."

"Oh! Well, then."

He bit his lip as she looked away, pulling a wallet from her pants. He knew what was coming, and just like always, he didn't know if he dreaded the humiliation or welcomed the temporary release from the bullshit.

"How about a Super-Shake, with a $30 tip?" the Dalmatian asked, wagging two twenties at him.

"...Very good, ma'am."

"Hehehe, table service."

"I know, ma'am."

"And loosen up."

"I'll try."

Biting back the trained 'ma'am' that wanted to come up as she walked away, he put the order in and leaned back.

"Table service request. Beau, get up here and take the cash."

"Goddammit, Ardanis, again? Let someone else get ordered."

"If I could..."

Shaking his head, he pulled his apron over his head, blushing as soon as he did. There was precious little under it. Here at the Pussy-Cat Shack, there was little reason for any of the workers to wear anything more than a thong beneath their apron, and even that was debatable. He preferred it, as it at least kept his dick from becoming a problem when he was working the cash, and gave him at least a hint of modesty when he turned around.

Not much of that today, however. Not with Tesla here, and not with what she wanted.

The Super-Shake was a ten-dollar shake, something that was overpriced as all hell and nobody actually finished. But it was something that let someone take a seat and invite someone over for 'tableside service', which was the main point of it. He groaned under his breath as he got the soft-serve mixing, getting it all bundled up with sprinkles, chocolate syrup, and a few other sweet abominations before pulling it free.

The tabby cat had already come forward to replace him, and he could feel Beau staring at his ass as he walked through the restaurant. Ardanis kept his head high as best he could, but he was more than slightly embarrassed as all the eyes turned to him, staring at him, watching as his cheeks swayed from side to side in the thong. God, he could feel that riding up, too, making it all the worse.

Of course, when he found Tesla, she was already shucking off her shorts and throwing them to the other side of the booth. Her bikini bottom underwear was already stretched, tented from the size of her erection, and he blushed as she wiggled her finger and pointed under the table.

"You know where to go, kitty."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Ah ah. Mistress."

"Yes, mistress."

"Good kitty. Get nuzzling."

Passing her the shake and getting a happy 'mmm' for his troubles, Ardanis took a deep breath and got down on his hands and knees. One breath brought to nose the harsh but hot musk that clung to her fur down there, and he shivered as he knew how much stronger it was going to get where she wanted 'service.'

But she had paid for it, and at least it got him out from behind the counter for a little while. As embarrassing as this was, it was better than having to deal with more customers, or at least, that was what he told himself.

The Dalmatian spread her legs, making her balls sag against her underwear all the more. One of them was on the verge of popping out through the leg hole, and the scent of all the pent-up sweat and more was pouring out. Heavy musk that was strong enough to overwhelm all the other smells in the restaurant slapped him across the face, and...well, he'd be lying if he said that his cock didn't throb a little harder against his thong.

He slid further under the table, knowing he couldn't avoid doing something for much longer. He leaned in, dragging his nose along her bulge, nuzzling into it as he went from the wet tip down the outlined shape of her shaft, licking along it before finally finding her ball-bulge. That was where the sweat-stains were worst, and he had to lick it. He did, too, dragging his tongue along her balls and leaving the dog groaning.

"That's it, kitty. Get your milk."

"Mmmph."

"Come on, you love your cream."

"Mmmph..."

"Little musk-slut, getting all up in my nuts. Kitty knows where he belongs."

He groaned, trying not to react even more, but she was making it harder. The constant teasing hit him more and more every time that she came to visit, and every time that she ordered this, it got that much easier to bend over and just offer her a little more service. A little more tongue, a little more suck.

He shivered as he worked his tongue up from the salty ball bulge to the tip of her cock bulge. The bikini fabric was so loose that he could just pull the head into his mouth, lavishing the tip of her bulge with affection. She moaned, sucking harder at her shake over the table as he bobbed his head down to take more of the bulge into his mouth.

It wasn't bad. Not good, but not bad. He took it to the base in short order, knowing she wasn't getting the whole experience since it was through the swimsuit, but it was better than nothing. He sucked back to the tip, then down, up, down, up, down, feeling the fabric getting wetter and wetter and sticking to her cock all the more.

By the time he finally pulled back, it was completely form-fitted to her shaft, and the Dalmatian was panting, one sweaty, spotted testicle popping out in the process. He went down before she asked and kissed it, sucking it past his lips for a moment -

"Mmph!"

And she grabbed the back of his head, grinding him right into that damp, hot spot that he couldn't stop sniffing at. He groaned, he huffed, and he panted as he was made to breathe in her scent. She didn't stop fondling herself, either, reaching down and groping her cock tighter and tighter, jerking herself as she made him breathe in that scent, suck on her balls, lick her sweaty sac right up to the point of -

"MMMPH!"

She came, staining and filling her bikini bottoms with her cum. The sight of that bulge throbbing and soaking from the inside was oddly hot, and Ardanis blushed as he pulled his head back when he was allowed. Technically, he was supposed to get back to work as soon as the customer came, but in reality, he was supposed to stay there until he was dismissed. And Tesla hadn't done that yet.

With her sagging back against her chair, he slid out from under the table and sat on the other side of the booth. Despite being red-faced, he gestured as nonchalantly at the cup in her hand as he could.

"Could I, uh..."

"Huh?"

He mimed drinking, and she chuckled.

"Oh, right, sure. Go ahead."

He took her shake and took three long drinks of it, each gulp doing a little bit to take the annoying salty taste out of his mouth. The cat had managed to down half of it by the time that the Dalmatian asked for it back, and he pushed it back across the table.

"You know, that's not enough."

"Mmph..."

"And you know you love it," Tesla said.

"I..."

"I know, I know. You're just doing your job. But, uh...what if I had a better job for you, huh?"

"...What are you talking about?"

She giggled, holding up a finger before reaching behind her back. Ardanis tried to guess where she was going with it, but he couldn't have expected what she threw down on the table a second later.

It was a leash and collar, the latter of which was a big leather band that would stretch up from his shoulders to his chin, and he blushed as he imagined just how much that would squeeze if someone pulled on the leash. Even worse, there was a bell hanging down from the band, one that would tinkle-tinkle with every step, and...

And the tag just under that said 'Slut Cat.'

"You...you can't be serious."

"Why not? I keep coming here and paying half your paycheck just to have some fun with you. Why not have you as a live-in ass-kisser and ball-sucker?"

"..."

"I mean, if you don't want it, that's fine, but..."

"I...you..."

"Oh, you mean you do want it?"

"I - I didn't say -"

"Come on, put it on. It'd be a better job than this, right?"

He hated that she was right about that. He looked at the collar and groaned, already knowing what decision he was going to make.

The End

Summary: Ardanis is in yet another situation that puts him in the position of having to suck musky balls, but at least this one is a little relatable, heh.

Tags: M/I, Female with Cock, Dalmatian, Cat, Food Service, Musk, Ball Worship, Bulge Play, Public, Prostitution, Hyper Casualness, Hyper Casual Sex, Oral, Collar, Leash,