Catgirl- A Gray Muzzle story.
Catgirl- A Gray Muzzle story
I lay flat out on the bed, looking at the ceiling. At least I WOULD have been looking at the ceiling, had my eyes been open, which they weren't. No, my eyes were shut, and I lay on the bed, in nothing but my shorts, in that wonderful twilight world between the conscious and the unconscious.
There was a party earlier. Nothing fancy, just my girlfriend and I, and another couple. Very unremarkable evening, but pleasant. We had some drinks, then dinner, then more drinks, then we played 'Charades' until the alcohol ran out. My girlfriend LOVES to play charades. She's really quite good at it. I've gotten good as well, so together, we're quite a team. Tonight was no different. Even with a healthy buzz going. We hit each other's clues time and again.
It was after one when the alcohol ran out, and out guests left shortly after. I offered to help clean up, but she shoo'd me out of the kitchen. I dropped my clothes on the bedroom floor, and assumed the position in which you've currently encountered me.
Ever been in that sweet spot in the buzz? That place where the world is all warm and fuzzy, where all the pains and problems are in submission, but you haven't crossed the line. You know, THAT line. Bad stuff. Headaches. Getting sick. That sort of thing. Tonight, I had hit it just right. I was in the warm, nice place, drifting between asleep and awake, where I could have easily fallen asleep, but I almost didn't want to, 'cause I was in such a great place.
I was in that place when I felt her come in. I almost didn't notice. Sounds hard to believe, but it really isn't The cat thing, you know. Unless you've lived with one, you have no idea how quiet, how light on their feet they can be. She wasn't sure if I was awake, so she was being thoughtful. She took off her shoes, then lay down beside me. That suggested to me that the alcohol might be a bit with her, too. It wasn't her habit to come to bed dressed.
Now, dressed is a relative term. Cats, I have come to learn, are not fond of clothing. In particular, they seem especially averse to underwear. She often didn't wear any. Tonight, likely due to the sensibilities of our guests, she did. Little flowered panties, each side joined by a plastic ring, a tailhole in the back. Suited her perfectly. No bra. She doesn't own one. Ever see cat tits? Not much there, really. So, it was no big scandal that there was nothing but fur under the purple lined blouse top she wore. She wore a denim mini, which, under optimum conditions covered the afformentioned flowered panties. Mostly. Of course, when we sat around the floor, there was no way that I didn't get an eyeful, facing her for charades, as I was. It was all I could do to keep my eyes on her paws.
She lay down on the bed next to me. I was kind of laid out in the middle, so it was hard not to. You know, kind of the classic 'crucifiction' pose? She delicately made it to my side, and lay her head on my shoulder. My eyes were shut, but I pictured her smiling. When she's happy, she makes this sound. Not quite a 'murr', but not quite a 'purr'; but some cross between the two. Something uniquely her own. She snuggled close, her arm across my belly, head on my shoulder, making just that sound.
Ever think that life is about as good as it will ever get? Well, at that moment, that was exactly how I felt. I haven't really known her that long. It was just a few months ago, I went out with my crew, my boys- my fox friends that I hang with. It was a Friday night, and we were in our favorite local place. You know us- always looking for a new tail to chase. We met this mixed group of ladies. There were a couple dogs, a ferret, this kind of chubby raccoon dog, even a pair of Siamese twins. No, not THAT kind-m Siamese cat sisters. Everyone found someone to chat up, when I found myself with catgirl. I remember thinking how lovely she was. Pure white, little pink ears, perfect blue eyes. I was smitten with her from the moment our eyes met. I know she felt it, too, from the way she looked back at me. From that moment on, we were a pair. She's come by after work, or I'd go see her. We did all kinds of stuff- we'd ride bikes, walk in the park, even cook together. The remarkable part was how much I enjoyed our time together. She seemed to feel the same. So, it was no surprise when our relationship became more.....'physical'
I could have easily fallen asleep. I probably was, when I felt her paw begin to rove my chest. At first, I thought she was just rearranging. Then, she worked her way to my nipples. Carefully, she rolled my nipple between her index and last digits, her head still on my shoulder. While I was distracted, she had moved her leg over my own, so that my leg was now between hers. Cracking an eye, I noticed that the little skirt she still wore had ridden up, and the hem was at her waist.
She caught my open eye, she always does. This isn't the first time this game has played out. Cats are nocturnal. Foxes, too, but years of living in a human world had me working by day, and sleeping nights. She liked to play in the night. As polite and quiet as she is, sometimes nature takes over. I don't mind, really. To see her smile, with that 'want to play?' look in her eyes is all that I need.
Tonight, it was playtime. Lifting herself, she began to lick my neck. Now, this is a cat thing. Foxes don't roll this way. Nuzzles, yes, licking, no. But she does it so well, and is so cute, I can't bring myself to object. As she does, she kneads my chest. You know, that kitten thing they do to start the mother's milk? Well, as she licks me, she kneads my chest. Sometimes, she'll suck at my nipples. That's what she does tonight. Lays there in the crook of my arm, playing with my chest, and sucking my nipple.
That's when the rubbing started. Now, she had been straddling my leg for some time. I just noticed that she was riding it. Slowly, she moved up and down, riding it like a cock. I feel her wetness on my leg. Now, whatever cats lack in the breast department, they more than make up for....there. You think it's a coincidence they call it a 'pussy'? Catgirl has a pronounced cleft there, enough so that when she rubs herself, the crotch of her panties disappear into her cleft. Soon, her bare lips rub against my leg. When she starts to rub her sex, the murr/purr changes. It gets deeper, more guttural. As if it now comes from deep within. Her need is obvious now; her sex leaving a wet path along the fur of my leg. I decide to give in.
Opening my eyes, I hold out my arms her. She smiles in reply. I lift my love, and pull her towards me. Straddling my body, she pulls her shirt over her head, and tosses it aside. She pulls her skirt around, to get to the fasteners, then wiggles it over her hips. Finally, I grab the two plastic rings, and tug her panties down.
We have this thing we do. When she takes off her panties, before sex, she offers them to me. Then, as I go to take them, she pulls them back. This goes on, back and forth, until either I snatch her underpants, or one of us is tackled to the bed. Tonight, I'm fast enough, and grab the prize.
One of the things that would surprise most is that when they aren't in heat, a cat's sex has almost no smell at all. They're really very clean. Much less aroma that a fox. That's why I love to smell her panties. Now cat pee is something else. Sharing a bathroom with a pissing cat is no fun, but you make accommodations, you know?
At long last, she kneels before me naked, except for this braided hair necklass she always wears. MY hair. Go figure. Another cat thing. At least the red looks good against her white fur, as she bends to lick my sex. Cat tongues.....I could go on and on. Not like ours, that's for certain. All those little barbs. They could make it rough, but it's not bad at all. She sort of drools on it, sucks, and gives these quick, short licks with her tongue. It's a special time between us; unlike any I've ever had. Of course I reciprocate. Her sex is like a flower- pink lips against white fur. She keeps it very short down there, and very clean. I love running my togue all over it. When she's about to cum, I flick her special place with my tongue, and she rolls back and forth, quickly, growling as she does. I wish I could describe it better, but you really have to be there. .
We always finish with sex. Since we can't reproduce, she lets me cum inside her. At first, we both had some getting used to. She had never been knotted before. Kind of freaked her out the first time. I just told her that it was how we did it. She came to enjoy that time, when we're locked in our union. But the orgasms are incredible. She's a bit of a biter, and she likes to set her claws, but that's fine with me. My fur is much deeper than hers. I hardly take a scratch.
Well, that's pretty much it. Except for one thing. She's deaf. It's genetic. Most blue eyed white cats are. She can make sounds, but she doesn't really speak. What surprised me is how well we communicate. She can read lips a little, and she signs a bit as well, but we mostly have our own ways of communicating. Maybe it's how our feral relatives communicate. Don't know for sure, but we do OK.
And that is our story.