Lost Little Kitty Chapter 7
#7 of Rejuve Universe Stories
Lost Little Kitty Chapter 7: First Experience Currently listening to: Rod Stewert, Great American songbook.
WARNING
This chapter contains descriptions of sexual acts involving furry minors. And no there aren't any diamonds on this rough!
NOTE FROM AUTHOR
This is the last of the flashback chapters. After this chapter there will be an intermediary chapter then we will catch up with 'Presentday'. For information about the Rejuve Universe please see http://rejuveverse.wikkii.com
Arean looked up at the first moon in the sky, watching it shine through the gradient purple haze of oncoming night and wondering how she'd gotten here. In the back seat of a hover car she and the Lioness, Cassier, were being taken home by some stranger to play daughters. Arean was watching Cassier with surprise, the vibrant and aggressive young woman she had known a moment ago at Cassier's house was now gone, chatting to the older man and asking about his work, how was his day etc and he was doing the same. Arean gaped at Cassier as she made up stuff about how school and how her grades were. "The Drummel boys were picking on Arean too!" Cassier put in, inserting a little bit of truth. Arean did a double take as the attention switched to her.
"Oh... y, yes!" she put in. "One of them tried to feel me up but Lio... Cassier showed them what for." The man in the front seat frowned at this. "Are you telling me you two got in a fight?" Arean gulped, she didn't know how to handle this, but Cassier was pouring it on. "Yes sir." she made a pouty face. "And the teachers told us good for it; but daddy, they did have it coming to them!" "That may as be true but when we get home your going to have to be punished for this. Arean looked at Cassier in panic, what exactly was he going to do? Cassier noticed the look and remained relatively quiet during the rest of the trip 'Home'. "So you know we aren't alone." she whispered. "This band on my wrist - " Arean noticed it for the first time. "Emergency contact. Squeeze it too hard or try to remove it and it sends a beacon to Missel's guards telling them to bust in and pick us up." Arean nodded. "So we aren't without protection." her heart calmed down just that little bit.
"Understand, it's your first time and you're allowed to say no to stuff. You will have to endure spankings and him feeling you up, or you likely won't get paid but you don't have to have sex if you don't want to." "Missal said the same". "It's true. You will have to put out a little, but a number of us working for Missal have rules on what we will and won't do. Like, I don't kiss!" "Kiss - of all the things you ban kissing?" Arean notices their client listening in. "Yeah!" the teen replies. "I like to think that I have something I can choose not to give away. For me that's my lips. I don't kiss, and I don't do Oral!" Arean frowned at this.
"I think it would be better in my mouth than in by body personally but I suppose that's you're choice." she wriggled in her seat as the car dropped to the low hover zone and pulled into a building. They no doubt would have to go up a slider to reach whatever floor the man lived on since this seamed to be a big building but she didn't mind that so much." It meant she didn't have to -
"Okay! Out of the car and pants on the ground!" Arean did a double take at the instructions. They were in a public car park, with people coming and going. "Your honestly not - "Arean began only to be hushed. "Norty little children get spanked - then when we get upstairs both of you are going 'On the Line'" the client instructed - she realised she didn't even know his name. Cowering a little she stammered over her words - "Yes ... dad." and stepped out of the car. Closing her eyes and quietly sniffing Arean really wondered whether this was the right decision.
"It's not too late to back out!" she told herself quietly. "I mean I nearly get raped by some boys, and now I'm submitting myself to a man!" the 12 year old whimpered as their client pulled down Arean's shorts, exposing her barely furred bottom. Even though the rest of her fur was long and thick Arean's rump fur was naturally shorter - both for hygiene and simply cause it didn't grow like the rest of her fur. Leaning her head against the hover car she looked to Cassier for support and was surprised to see the older cat smiling as client began running his claws gently through their hind-fur and watching for the pink flesh underneath. "Shall we begin?" Arean wasn't even given a chance to answer. Their 'daddy' had clearly come prepared with a paddle of some sort and as the two kittens clung to the car he began alternating strokes of the paddle from the oldest to the youngest and back again is strong firm strokes.
Arean felt the jarring of the paddle and toughed out a dozen or so of the best with only sniffing and a sorry expression on her face. Once it was over she went to fetch her shorts only to have then snatched away. "No you don't - norty children can go bare bottomed and let the people in the complex see you've been spanked!" their client was grinning. Cassier took the younger girl by the hand and the pair marched ahead of their 'dad' to the slider - a spiral staircase that moved continually up and down the inside of the building. They were considered more reliable than other transport - they stepped on it at the bottom floor and watched around them as the small group quickly went up a dozen floors, stepping off at the place their client indicated.
Once inside the grotto 'daddy' was as good as his word, placing the children on the line - a line drawn on the side wall of the grotto. The line itself was drawn at a consistent three foot height from the floor and by tradition that both children knew from young Arean and Cassier both bent over and placed their noses on it - Cassier having to bend over much further and place her hands on the wall to stop from falling. Arean rested her forehead on the wall and sniffled, her ears twitching as she thought over the possibilities. It was obvious to anyone - both the kittens had their rumps stuck out and exposed, tails in the air as their main defence to stay balanced upright but Cassier was in more strife. Arean knew - she was only a little bent over with her tail and generally on display but on the walk up it was obvious that Cassier had far less fur around her tail and privates - her entire womanhood, or should it be called kitten hood would be visible at the angle the older kitten was bent at and it was clear as day that both kittens were completely vulnerable in this position. Her ears twitched nervously, half expecting to hear the sound of a zipper and feel something completely uncomfortable shoved where it didn't belong - at least in her mind but it didn't come. Instead first she heard water being boiled - the cat was in the kitchen brewing some kind of drink.
Arean relaxed for a moment as their client went around the house clearly settling in from a long day of work. When she DID hear something that sounded like a zipper it wasn't right behind her but at the lounge some distance away, and followed by a peculiar sound. Arean gave Cassier a curious look only to have the older cat roll her eyes. "He's Pawwing himself!" she explained to the younger cat. Arean suddenly felt dirty for some reason. "If you're going to live this life then you should watch what expressions you make." Arean nodded at that. It was sick, but Missal had made a point before. Arean was twelve; she wasn't going to survive in this town without someone to help her. She had to doubt though - was this what she wanted. "Maybe I should have..." she said out loud. "Your thinking on your mum now aren't you?" Arean looked back to Cassier. "Yeah, not that I was ever really apreciated there." the cat frowns. "I was unwanted. Most of the time they left to me myself and ignored me, everyone else was more important. Dessier's career as a child idol, Muriel the musical, Uncle Darrein who decided to rejuve to age four so he could get the physics degree." Cassier listened and nodded as Arean explained. "I'm the only Kindern in a family of rejuves, everyone else is better, more interesting, more capable and more important. That's why I came here in the first place. I have no talent, no skills, no experience."
"And now your feeling like your body is the only thing you can take pride in?" "I guess."
Cassier made a meeping sound as the client got up and gave her a good smack on the rump. "Well as far as your bodies go!" he instructed, "It seams my little girls have something definitely to brag about?" "Thank you Daddy?" Cassier grinned and rolled her eyes. "Can we come off the line now please?" Arean's tail twitched as the client's hand began to explore her nether-regions and she closed her eyes wincing. "You don't do penetration, did I hear right Blacky? Then how about you give me the head I cant get from Cassy here and after she can give me the sweetness?" Arean gulped, assuming this was permission to leave the line and stood, stretching. Taking a glance at her temporary sister Arean confirmed, bending over that far with nothing on her bottom half was exposing everything Cassier had, there was zero amount of pride left in her with her rump in the air and her genitals puckering out through the fur... Although perhaps, Arean thought later, she made it do that on purpose. That was the point of the business after all wasn't it?
Looking over their client-father Arean actually had to admit to being impressed. The client was a tomcat, but and podgy with thin but well manicured fur he was clearly a brown collar worker, no doubt working as at the docks nearby. He smelled strongly of salt and Desharni, the old smoking herb that some people used to ward off colds but right now that smell was being overridden. The tomcat was clearly in heat, with his pants off and his penis warmed up the bitter musky smell wafted up from a penis that was clearly trying for a record in length. True, Arean had to admit she hadn't seen that many adult penii, but she wondered if the eight inch long penis was typical of the breed and winced at the sight of the fleshy barb on the end. "Smegging..." she said out loud."I tell you this, I'm glad you're not going to try and put that in me. It may not be that thick but if it made it in I don't know whether you'd be able to get it out again!"
That helped. The client and Cassier were both laughing at Arean's frankness and the lighter air helped her to relax a little, at least just enough. The 12 year old sighed and got down on her knees. "Okay, so you know this is my first time!" she said, looking up as her 'Father' stroked her head and rubbed her ears. It was reassuring in a way. This wasn't forced, it wasn't rape. "It's my choice." she told herself quietly, "And goddess, the smell." Arean gently wrapped her lips around the barb of the penis and began licking and tasting and trying to get a feel for what she was supposed to do. 'Father' played with himself, and using the other hand with the still line-bound Cassier while Arean administered her first ever head-job, and very poorly.
She could tell she wasn't doing a good job, 'Father' seamed irritated with her, not that irritation wasn't a new experience, but thinking of the money that was on the line Arean tried harder to make her work pleasing. Since the penis was so big she couldn't really do that much with it except to slobber over it a lot and try to play with the barb so after a while she started using her hands to pump the member (Freeing up the clients other hand) and just closed her eyes and did her best. A little while later, he called it to a stop.
"Okay, Okay. Lets try something different." the client stoked Arean's ears a little more. She didn't quite know whether she liked that or not, not that she didn't like petting. "How about you try to lick and nibble on your sister here while I poke her!" came the instruction; Arean looked to Cassier only to see her nod. Clearly not giving head didn't mean she wasn't willing to receive it. "I, I suppose." was all Arean could reply, "Let me get underneath her."
Arean and Cassier mewled quietly throughout the session, where Arean had been failing to stimulate the tomcat Cassier was succeeding, the long shaft of the male cat penetrating deeply into Cassier's welp. At sixteen she wasn't that big and it had been a tight fit getting the tomcat's barb inside, Cassier asking, almost begging Arean to hold her steady as the client slowly but gently worked his way inside her. The barb on the end of a male's penis, as Arean found out later, was intended for that very basic reason. Once it was in the barb would not come out until the penis had gone soft again, stretching the inside of the vagina around it but holding on when it pulled against the opening, at the tomcats length that happened a fair bit over the next half hour.
Arean had to support Cassier's weight, as the Tomcat moved in and out of her small frame not even half his length could fit inside the young kittling, understandable considering there was at least 20 years difference between the two of them. Sixteen wasn't that big. As he slowly worked Cassier little kitty box Arean tried her best to lick and nibble at the outside and if the Tomcat wasn't getting off on this then Cassier sure as heck was. Even Arean was feeling, well. Something. She wasn't totally sure what but it was exciting and disturbing and felt nice and weird at the same time. So both of them mewled, filling the air with the sent of lust and smeg and the sound of pleasure until with a spasming motion the Tomcat jerked into Cassier and planted his penis as deeply as he could.
Arean watched with some amazement as the two of them sat for a moment and the tomcat slowly softened, both in body language and in penis. It was like his penis was shrinking, drawing itself out of Cassier without him having to move it and slowly going soft and small as it retraced backwards and into his fur a little. Arean kind of wished she'd brought a camera it was such a sight!
Once Arean was released from the line, finally no longer having to try and hold her weight up she and Arean cuddled up on the clients couch for a little while. Their client was a nice guy, he made them tea and gave them some kind of glazed bread that Arean had never seen before and let them recover before handing Cassier a small bag of something. He and Cassier then fetched out their Callers and pressed the units together, instantly thumb prints were scanned and money transferred from one device to the other
As they left the Clients flat, this time alone and using Cassier's Caller to display a map of the area, Cassier located one of Missal's charges and the two set their heading. Cassier cuddled Arean as they walked.
"I don't think you've chosen the right life." the older girl told the younger. "I still don't think this is the kind of life a Kindern should be living. But if you're planning to stick with this, I guess I can look out for you." Arean nodded a thanks, then clutching onto a thought hesitantly voiced it - "I don't think the client was that pleased with Me." she frowned. It was something that was bothering her, what would be the good of doing this if she still couldn't please anyone. What if it affected their income?" Cassier squeezed Arean about the shoulders and she felt the older girl's tail gently wrap itself around her own.
"Arean, hun, you did the best you could for your first try. And if you stay I'll teach you what I know and help you get better. Heck, you can nibble my kittybox whenever you want too - we get our share of female clients! And Missal has a couple of male rejuves that he sponsors!" The twelve year old cat and the 16 year old walked in silence for a while just being close. "I still say ultimately you'll regret this!" "Oh just leave it will you Cassier. We'll see what we see."