Do it for Mommy
Waiting for my usual doctor to enter the room, I sit on the examination table, holding my compact mirror before my deep, blue eyes. They're surrounded by freshly groomed white fur and my black stripes look just as well. I'm in the middle of grooming my whiskers and the fur of my ears when I hear a knock on the examining room door.
It opens, "Ms. Shiera Krone," I hear the doctor say as he looks up from his clipboard, "Your primary doctor is on vacation, so I'm filling in," He looks a little young to be a doctor. Snow leopards tend to look a bit more mature when they're adults - maybe he's just a new doctor, or short for his age.
"I'm Dr. McCarlo, I've been told you're waiting on some test results. I've come to deliver them," his voice is smooth and nice, with a hint of a purr. He seems calm enough, maybe it's good news. "Yes, Doctor?" I ask. I feel quite at ease.
"Ms. Krone, I'm afraid the new isn't good. See... in short... you're unable to have children. It seems that maybe your diet had something to do with..."
His voice trailed out to nothing but a soft murmur in the background of my noisy thoughts. I can't have kids? I'll never get to be a mommy? I can't believe my ears. I can't believe this is really being said to me. To my face.
"Ms. Krone? Do you understand?" Dr. McCarlo gently puts his paw on my left shoulder to console me, but I hiss with a growl and stand to leave the examination room, my tail flicking angrily behind me as I leave. "Ms. Krone! Wait! We have programs you can attend and--" "Screw your programs! Don't... no!" I storm out angrily and immediately call for a cab. I can't bring myself to cry. I just can't, but maybe I need to. Maybe I need...
Maybe it can't be all that bad. I can still be a mother. I can still... nurture. I could always adopt, maybe?
Outside, I light up a cigarette and take a long, calming drag. Before I even have time to enjoy it, my cab arrives. I put out my cigarette and enter the back seat, laying my soft, white and black striped tail over my legs, leaning my elbow on the car door, looking out the window. This is my usual cabby - how convenient.
Lazarus is a nice lion, but sometimes he can be pretty perverted; he's often a big tease, but I know he's only just kidding.
"Hey, Shiera. Where ya goin'?" "Home," I reply, sounding as normal as I can. "Something wrong, Sweetheart?" "Just this doctor... has no idea what he's talking about. It's not something I want to get into right now."
The drive home is lonely. It's currently summer vacation and all the little girls and boys are outside enjoying the sun. We live in a more feline-oriented neighborhood, so there are a lot of cubs out, snoozing away under trees and even just wrestling out in the yard. As we drive by Precious' all-girl foster care facility, I see all the cubs out to play, but two of them look unlike all the rest.
Is... that a... human girl? "Stop the cab, please. I'll walk from here. Thanks," I say, handing Lazarus a bill that I didn't even bother to look at.
"Uh, ha, thanks Shiera. See ya around," he says as I step out of the cab and look at the building.
This building has many children inside. All of them without parents. All without mothers. All of them little girls with no parents and nobody in the world to protect them. All of them are vulnerable.
Especially these ones. This little human girl, holding a _human_infant child. I tilt my head, looking the older one over. Her young flesh looks very soft, and creamy, almost like it would be plush beneath my claws; as if one small movement from a claw, she could rip open. The infant looks just as delicate. Her soft, pink skin releases a strong, clean scent of baby powder, a smell I would have never smelt unless I came here.
As the cubs played, all of them cats like myself, it's a wonder they don't make fun of the human girls. Though it's also a wonder I don't find them repulsive. My ancestors would eat humans rather than care for them. There's something about this girl holding an infant. She's so adorable with her yellow hair and great, big, innocent smile and that creamy skin. I yearn to cuddle her and feel the baby in my arms.
It's decided. I need them. I walk up to the sweet duo calmly.
"Hello," I purr softly to the little angel and stroke a fluffy finger down the baby's cheek. Her flesh is smooth and still very new.
"Hello Ms. Kitty Ma'am!" the little girl smiles to me. Oh, her voice is just as sweet as her appearance. Before me, this little girl wears a clean, white dress, white knee-high socks, and the sweetest little red Mary-Janes I've ever seen. Up close, her skin does look rather delicate, just as I'd expect from a young, slender little girl like her.
"What's your name, dear? Is this your little friend?"
"This is my baby sister, Lila! We live here with them! I don't have a mommy or daddy. My name is Annabel! I'm six!" she excitedly holds up three fingers, flashing them twice, her cheeks turning red, "Lila is one! You're a pretty kitty! Can I have stripes too?"
I can't help but smile as Annabel holds Lila to her chest. Her pale, soft, buttery skin catches my eyes again. It makes me feel strange. It makes me feel good, but so strange. My instincts tell me to devour her, as she's a human, but my heart tells me to love her, as she is just a child. "Are you taking us home?" Annabel asks me, her head tilting, moving her yellow hair from her eyes, showing me they're a bright, shining blue. Maybe I'm delusional, but she looks almost as if she's begging at me.
Without a second thought, I feel as though I need to give in, "Why yes, actually. I think you'd both be very happy with me. What would you say to that?"
"That would be great!" Annabel giggles, coming closer and cuddling her baby sister while snuggling into my fur. I stroke her cheek gently with my tail and she giggles again; that sound, it sends shivers up my spine. Good, amazing shivers.
We head inside of the building, passing by running cubs, some wearing their fur up in pigtails and some carrying little dolls. These girls are very young, almost too young to be in these halls without permission.
Annabel, Lila, and I come to a dark wood door with "PRECIOUS" written on a gold-plated plaque, nailed to the door. I knock and Annabel hides with Lila behind me, giggling softly.
The door opens quickly, "Hello, hello! Do come in! My name is Precious and I'm only to assume that you're here to adopt or otherwise help benefit the foster care facility!"
Precious looks to be a pink Himalayan/Siamese mix and her voice is high and rather fancy. I can really only assume there's a little British in her accent, but either way, she is far too cheerful to be running a place like this, a box with a roof full of nothing but parent-less little girls.
Her eager tan eyes look me over and as she looks down my legs, she notices a light pink blanket. It's Annabel hiding behind me. "Aha! Who is that hiding behind the nice lady hm? Annabel, are you and Lila playing hide and seek?"
"Hehe... yeah!" Annabel peeks out.
"Ah..." Precious tries her hardest to sound amused. "Darling, could you take little Lila back to your room? She looks a bit sleepy! Have a nurse watch her, please? I think this lady would like to talk to me, so go and play with the others once you've taken Lila to her bed." "Okay! Bye Ma'am!" Annabel smiles, cradling her little sister in her arms, trotting away, her small, frail frame shrinking as she goes farther away. I can't seem to stop watching.
"Miss?" I hear Precious calling me. My ear twitches in her direction, and my head follows. "Ah, yes! Yes, um, how would I go about adopting that... delightful child and her baby sister?"
"Ah well, we've got some paperwork and we'll need a background check from you, legal stuff like photo I.D, proof of residence, information about the household and of course... children aren't cheap."
"Whatever it takes. I'd like to take them home."
***
After a week of thinking about the children's arrival, everything is finally perfect. The house is childproofed, the cigarette smell is almost unnoticeable, anything breakable is out of reach, her room is freshly cleaned, painted, carpeted, and furnished with everything I think a little human girl would like, including a baby-safe play area for Lila, and an adorable crib with a mobile of different, softly colored birds for her to watch as she sleeps. In a small closet, I've stocked diapers, powders, wipes, and extra feeding bottles. I'm very prepared!
Of course, as I remember her request, I got Annabel some face paints, so she could have stripes too. Today is the day she arrives. Annabel Krone, my daughter. My new, delicate baby girl.
There is a knock on my door and I rush over to it quickly. Making sure my fur looks tidy and clean, I open the door with a smile, and there they are, sweet and innocent as the day I first saw them, except Annabel's hair is done up sweetly in little braided pigtails with cute, pink ribbons.
"You're my mommy now!" Annabel calls out to me as she rushes toward me, hugging my legs and cuddling into my fur. Her breath is so warm against my skin and her flesh is still soft and plush; her touch instantly makes me purr and feel a tingling sensation in my legs.
For a moment, I forget Precious is standing in front of me with one last paper to sign, holding little Lila in her arms, "I see you're happy already! That's perfect! I just need your signature on this paper, and here is Lila! Just sign that pesky piece of paper and I'll be on my way!"
I sign the document and smile so big I can feel my cheek fluff raising on edge! "Thank you... really, thank you! This... this means so much to me," I say, taking Lila in my arms and looking down on her sleeping face. Her eyes start to open, and my heart flutters as I see the most gorgeous pair of brown eyes I've ever seen.
Instantly, there is a smile on both our faces. A soft giggle sneaks past Lila's lips and I purr even louder. I feel my ears press against my head comfortably and I nuzzle the baby's soft, freshly washed skin. I can smell the floral baby soaps and baby powder, a clean, fresh scent.
Annabel is taking a liking to her new home. She excitedly runs about my living room, looking at all the photos of my family members and at my bookshelves to see if there is anything I can read her tonight. She runs into the bathroom, my bedroom, her and Lila's bedroom, and to the kitchen, only to rush out to me and say she loves it here already.
"Um... M-Mommy?" Annabel says, sounding a little sad, "Mommy, I... um..." I look up from Lila, who wiggles gently in my arms, "What's wrong, Sweetheart?" I ask as I begin to smell an aroma that is strong and only slightly sour, but strangely alluring.
Annabel looked down at her feet, crossing her toes over in her little shoes, pursing her lips as she looks up at me with the sweetest, most sorry eyes I've ever seen, "Mommy, I... had an accident." I press my ears firmly to my head and my eyes widen a little. Welcome to parenthood, Shiera.
"Oh, hey, that's okay. You were a little excited. There's nothing to be sorry about - accidents happen in life, right?" I cradle Lila in one arm and take Annabel's little hand in my big, fluffy paws and grip her softly, "come on, let's get you changed. You've got all kinds of clothes and things to wear now!"
Annabel stands before me, balancing herself by placing her hands on my shoulders as I'm crouched down near her panties, ready to help her change while I look over to Lila, whom I've laid on a soft, powder blue blanket to make sure she's okay.
The smell is alluring, and I'm not sure how I feel about this, but at the same time, I don't care. The urge to taste her creeps up on me as she pets my head, just between my ears. I purr and lean closer to help her change, but my nose manages to brush against her tiny labia. She doesn't seem to notice, but the scent of her urine and the feel of her soft, untouched skin is beginning to make me feel warm.
The impulse to lick my nose kicks in, and so I do, but I had no idea that I'm still so close to her, that I licked her flesh. That's when she noticed. "M-mommy? What was that?"
"Nothing, Honey. Just my fur. It's nothing."
"Oh," she said, wiggling around to adjust her clothing as I help fasten the buttons of her little jeans. "There you go. Hey, go on out to the kitchen and look on the table. There's something there for you."
Annabel giggled and beamed with joy, "Okay!"
As she ran out of her bedroom, I looked down at her urinated panties. They're so small! They're like baby doll clothes compared to my big paws. The lacy elastic and happy-faced flowers decorating the outside are just so adorable, but as I look lower toward the crotch of the panties, I see the wet mark of where Annabel had her accident. The smell is turning sweet to me. I look over to Lila, who is playing with her foot, cooing gently and waving her arms on the floor.
I look back to the panties and press my nose against the wetness and inhale slowly and gently. The smell is pungent and I can nearly taste it in the back of my throat. My curiosity gets the best of me and I press my rough, sensitive tongue on the urinated spot of the child's underwear.
The taste is... good. It's divine and I want... more.
I hear Lila's loud giggle and it startles me; I snap out of it and pick up the laundry, throwing it in the hamper. I pick up Lila along with the blanket and I head out to the kitchen where I see Annabel observing the face paint I got for her and smiling.
"Is this paint? Can I draw something on you?"
I chuckle a little, placing Lila in her new high chair, "Actually, Annabel, I thought maybe I'd give you those stripes you wanted."
"For real? You mean it?" she shouts excitedly, bouncing a little in her seat, "Can we do Lila, too?"
"Oh, honey, I'm afraid she's a bit too young, but you're a big girl, you can have stripes. Come here, you!"
Sitting in front of me, Annabel's pink, luscious, young lips make my whiskers twitch. I want so badly to lick her and taste that smile.
I draw black lines that look similar to mine on her cheeks and draw a nose that looks much more feline than her cute, little button nose. All that's left is to fill it all in.
"Sit perfectly still, okay? I'm gonna color it in now. What kind of tiger do you want to be, hm?"
"I wanna be like you! Pretty!" Annabel chimes happily. "I want to look just like you, Mommy!"
I pick out the white face paint, "Aw, Baby! You're so sweet... you're so cute I could just eat you...up."
Did I just say that? Did I tell her that? Is she scared of me? She smiles as I look nervously over at Lila, who is watching us while she nibbles on her hand. I lick my lips, purring, returning my gaze to Annabel.
"I don't think I'd taste very good," she says, almost teasing me, "I'm too skinny."
I start to color in her facepaint, "Oh now, now... don't make me eat those little hands off!" I tease, playing with her and putting her little index finger in my mouth. It feels like a small sausage on my tongue, and it takes all my strength not to bite down. "Hehe! No!" she giggles, pulling her hand away.
As I finish the painting, she hops out of the kitchen and looks into the hall mirror, growling at herself and roaring. It's adorable - we sound nothing like that. I can't help but laugh! I hold Lila carefully against me, facing her behind me as I take out my phone and take pictures of her face paint, and after a memorable photo, Annabel runs to play in her new room.
Lila rests in my arms, looking at me with her gorgeous brown eyes. Her hair is so thin and soft, and her flesh beneath my massive paw pads feels like a soft slab of meat just... begging to be tasted.
My curiosity and urge gets the better of me and I lean toward Lila, licking her little baby belly. She giggles as if she loves it, and so I lick her again, this time a little harder. Her giggle's face into a coo of confusion, but at the same time, she's noticing my affection. It makes me purr and smile, making my fangs emerge from beneath my lips and drag across the delicate baby flesh as I lick her.
I start to crave a cigarette; I hold Lila, cradled in my arms, and head back out to the kitchen. I put Lila back in her high chair and reach around to the back of the chair for my purse, digging around for my smokes.
When I feel the back and lighter, I pull them out and immediately light up a cigarette, taking in a long, happy drag, then turning and blowing the secondhand away from Lila. It feels good to have a family. That doctor was wrong. I would definitely have kids, and here they are.
Annabel comes giggling into the kitchen, when I look at her, she gets down on all-fours and purrs and meows at me. This is exciting me. It really shouldn't be but... it is. I can't hold back anymore I need to taste her flesh. I need to. As I watch Annabel's little performance, I find myself softly kneading the baby's back, bouncing as I rock, side to side, I purr and stroke up and down Lila's back, feeling my tummy make flips.
"You know, it's a bit late. We should probably get you ready for bed, huh? Let's wash off that paint and I'll give you a bath, hm?" "Okay, Mommy. Will you help me though?"
"Of...of course I will."
***
Once Lila is down for rest in her crib, the bathroom is steamy and smells of citrus. Annabel sits nude before me in the bathtub, her skin as clear as it was earlier. Not a speck of paint to be seen. I get on my knees and start to wash her wet, yellow hair.
"Mommy?" Annabel says. "Yes, Dear?" I reply, softly rubbing some of the shampoo's suds down her frail, soft back. I can feel her spine only a little - she must be pretty delicate.
"How do tigers normally wash their babies? I thought kitties hated water." "Well, Honey... some do. I'm a tiger, I'm okay with water."
"Well... Umm..." Annabel started to look puzzled. "I'm not human anymore, okay?" "What do you mean?" I laugh softly, purring at her pursed, pink lips. "I'm... a... kitten now. I'm a little kitty now!"
"What? How ca--" I'm interrupted by a sudden onset of play-pretend as Annabel splashes about, hissing like a kitten and trying to poorly imitate clawing out of the bathtub. I can't help but feel like I enjoy it. Her struggling draws my claws
"Oh, oh I see! Aahh! Save the kitten!" I stand and pick her up out of the water, holding her wet, bare body close to me. She mews like a kitten and licks my nose. "So, I have to bathe you like a momma cat, huh?"
"Meow!" Annabel squealed, nodding with a big smile. "Meow, meow, meow!" "Alright, but it'll feel funny to you, since this strange little kitten appears to have no... no fur..." I look over her body as I hold her out in front of me. Her body is... just so tiny. She has no curves yet but her thighs look like they would be half a paw full. I look a little higher, and there is her labia again, shining with the water dripping off her hot, steaming body. Her wet hair causes water to continue dripping down her body and just watching makes me feel excited, hungry, and needy.
"Ah... okay let's go clean the little kitty now."
***
I cradle her in my arms as I curl up beside her in bed. She is naked and cuddling into my fur.
"Psst! Have to clean me up, Mommy! I'm a kitten, remember?" Annabel whispers to me. "Right, of course," I lean down and lick across her cheek lovingly. The taste is just as I'd imagined. Her skin is creamy and soft, warmed from the bath water. I lick a little more, slower this time, savoring her young, delicious flavor. Something in me forces me to lick a little harder, my tongue's rough texture sliding across her frail flesh making a soft, barely audible scraping sound. "Mommy, that hurts..." Annabel tells me, but I ignore her and continue licking her, my low, rumbling purrs filling the room. "Mommy... stop, it's starting to hurt. I... I don't wanna play anymore."
I keep licking, harder, and harder. I can hear Annabel start to cry, but I don't care. I taste a tear running down her cheek and it's salty, adding much more to her taste. "Annabel, Sweetheart, you taste so... good. How in the world do you taste so good?" I say as I keep licking, moving down to her neck, licking harder, a little faster. "Mommy, please!" Annabel squirms as I pin her down by her little shoulders. "Mom!"
"Hold still, my baby." I reassure her in a cunning, smooth voice. I stop for a moment and look over her face. She is blushing badly, looking afraid. Her big, blue eyes are tearing up and I can see fear and confusion.
Her little hand reaches out to me, only inches away from my nose, but instead of reaching back, I lick her fingers. She pulls away quickly and starts to cry as I return to licking over her hot, buttery flesh.
The baby monitor sounds; Lila is crying. I snap out of my trance and look at Annabel's confused face. "I... I'll be right back. You just... wait here." I say softly, motherly and quietly. "O-okay..." I go to Lila's crib and look down to see this squirming baby. The smell of powder and flowers is gone; she's wet herself. I sniff the air and lick my whiskers and lips. I need to taste it.What am I doing? This is a baby... but... it's not like it'd hurt her...
I pick Lila up out of the crib and take off her footie pajamas, removing the diaper. Her small, infant labia looks plush and swollen for some reason. I lay her down on the floor on her blue blanket and prepare to change her. As my nose comes closer to her, I lick her face lovingly, tasting her baby flesh. Her soft, delicate skin makes my stomach flip. I twitch my tail as I lick lower. She doesn't cry, so she must like it. I lick lower, lower... and soon, I lick her small labia. My large, hot, flat tongue covers the entire thing, pushing lightly inside her.
Lila fusses a little and in shock, I pull my tongue out, my heart beating with excitement and shame, but mostly excitement. She stops fussing and I slowly start again, licking softer, purring.
Lila starts to wiggle around, cooing and starting to giggle loudly. I hear my rough tongue lap around the infant's labia, slipping inside occasionally, where it's warm and moist from my licking. Lila's vaginal walls begin to throb and she coos loudly, almost like she's fussing, but I can't stop licking.
Annabel finds me. She's still naked, watching me perform oral on her year old baby sister. "M-Momma? What're you doing to Lila?"
"Mommy's so proud of you, Annabel, do you know why?" I look at her, lovingly, purring softly, getting up and walking toward her, taking her hand and leading her to Lila, having her sit next to her baby sister.
"W-why?" Annabel whispers.
"Because you're so clean and soft. Mommy loves when you keep so clean. It makes grooming so much easier, as you can see for your sister."
I lick down Lila's neck, feeling her tiny heartbeat on my tongue. Peering over at Annabel, looking over her small, thin body, I can see her pale flesh dotted with small, pink patches where I had previously licked her raw.
"Mommy, I don't think Lila likes that..." Annabel says, quietly, picking up her sister, holding her near her undeveloped breasts.
"We don't interfere with grooming time!" I hiss.
"M-Mommy?" Annabel's eyes are wider now.
I mount over the little girls before me and begin licking Annabel. I move slowly down her chest, my saliva leaving shining trails as I descend. I move over her small, unformed nipples and lick over them, rough, almost hungry. I lean down and lick over Lila's little cheek.
"I could...eat you up."
"Please, no!" Annabel starts to cry, her face blushing even more, "It... it bothers her!"
I ignore her, licking harder while Lila starts to cry.
"It hurts! Your tongue is too hard on her!"
I ignore her pleas once again and continue licking down Lila's small, innocent little body. I come to her belly and lick slowly up her torso, feeling the bump of her tiny belly-button under my tongue. I lick in long, hard strokes, leaving another pink mark on her skin; the raw, pink mark leads from her pelvis to just below her ribs.
Lila starts crying harder and Annabel pulls the baby away, "Stop it! She doesn't like it!"
"Annabel, Sweetie, don't be rude! I'm in the middle of giving Lila her bath!" I press my paw onto Annabel's chest, pushing her slowly to her back. She keeps ahold of Lila and holds her to her side, cuddling in a near-fetal position.
I lick her side, up from her thighs to her ribs, turning this once delicate, pale little girl into blushing pink color. Her flavor is divine with each lick. I can still taste the citrus from her bath, adding more to her flavor. "Mom, please! It hurts! Your tongue... it's too hot and too rough on my skin, Mom!" Annabel cries, harder. "Please! Ouch... oh, stop!" she cries, clutching her baby sister in her arms.
I move lower, forcing open Annabel's legs, licking firmly over her strongly scented labia. Upon feeling it, Annabel squirms harder to get away from me, but her weak little body is no match for my massive paws turning her body and holding her down, my paw pads over her small, undeveloped chest, feeling her heart pound beneath them.
"No! Not there! Stop!" Annabel screams, "Stop! Stop, stop! No! Mommy please! I'll do whatever! Just stop!" she screams, trying to get free. With each thrust of her hips, she pushes my tongue deeply inside her.
The sensation I have is impeccable, and her flavor is so strong for such a small, tiny thing. I lick from her labia hood to her belly again, only to taste a little metallic flavoring. She's bleeding. I licked her belly so raw that the skin couldn't take it, and now she was bleeding.
The flavor... I need it.
"Mommy, stop. It really hurts. I... I wanna go home! I don't wanna live here anymore!"
"Shush now. Mommy knows what's best for you. Look, you're bleeding. Mommy will help you, Angel."
I lick firmly over the bleeding area, making it a little worse. Her fragile skin breaks open and bleeds a little more. Her cries fill the room, but my indifference beckons me to continue to clean the blood off.
The metallic flavor is so sweet to me. Her young, frail body twitches in pain with each lick, but I pin her tighter to prevent escape.
The raw marking on her belly turns into a small wound that bleeds off to the side. I stop licking and watch as a small drop of blood runs down her slender side. I catch it with my tongue and continue licking her.
"Mommy, please..." Annabel's voice is spent from screaming and crying, but Lila is still crying, her cheeks turned pink. The crying attracts me as I slink over to Lila, cuddling against her, nuzzling and licking her tears away. "Hold still, Honey. Mommy's just cleaning you."
"Mommy I'm bleeding..." Annabel murmurs.
"It's very tasty, my Dear... would you like to try?"
"N-no! I... I want you to let us go!"
I crawl a short distance back up her tiny, shivering body and lick her lips, "Isn't it lovely? Your sister tastes so nice. I can't seem to get enough. I think I really can... eat you both up."
Annabel squirms beneath me again, making me feel warm, almost hot. My heart pumps faster and I press my large, tigress frame against her. She is so tiny beneath me. Her feet barely touch my belly.
The blanket brushes lightly against my pelvis, arousing me a little more.
"You know... cats clean each other sometimes."
"Mommy... n-no..."
"I'm your mother. You do as I say. You live in my house under my rules, right?"
"Y-yeah..."
"So now it's your turn to clean Mommy." "But... I... Mommy that's... wrong." I lean up and I pull her into my lap. She winces from the pain of her skin and sobs into my fur, "Mommy, please... I don't want to do this." "You wanted to be a kitty, so it's your turn. Lila hasn't had her bath from sissy yet, has she?" I purr, growling a little.
Lila, still crying on the floor, coughs a little from crying so much. I pick her up and hand her to Annabel, "Now, do like Mommy did for you. It's your turn. It's what you wanted."
"No." Annabel cries, wiping her tears away with her rosy, chafed left arm.
"Do it for Mommy, Sweetie." I scowl. Annabel looks at me, her eyes wide with sadness and fear; she sits up onto her knees, hiding herself with her arms, "I... no. Please don't make me do that. She doesn't like it. I don't like it..."
I growl loudly, my claws slowly extend from my paw, looking as if they could pierce the baby's flesh, "What did I say, Sweetheart?"
"I said no!" Annabel raises her voice, squeezing her eyes shut. I hand her the baby and growl, leaning back, propping myself up on my elbows, "then you'll have to do me, instead."
Annabel rocked her baby sister gently against her small, bare frame, looking at me with such anguish, "I... I don't want to be a kitty anymore. Can... we please stop?"
"I don't think so. You know it's not nice to change the rules in the middle of a game. That's rude... I'm raising you better than that, Dear." I purr, standing and walking toward the door, locking it with a key, and putting it on the top of the small armoire, out of Annabel's reach. I go back to my little girls and sit back down, leaning onto my elbows again.
On my back, I growl at her, "If you want out of this room, you'll have to do exactly as I say, or your little sister there will be a very delightful snack."
Annabel places her sister on the floor, allowing her to crawl about. I lean up quickly, grabbing her arms and pulling her toward my entrance. She comes face to face with my labia and I can feel her shaking. "N-no... please..." she begs, pulling away from me, but I pull her back to me.
"Lick. You want to be a kitty so badly, you must learn to take care of other kitties."
"M-Mom... I..." Annabel is interrupted by my sudden pulling of her arms, making her lean forward, just barely touching my folds. "Please..." she whispers. "Do what Mommy tells you, Baby."
I lay my head back, purring as I feel a tiny tongue trace my sensitive labia. Raising my hips, I make her tongue slip inside and onto my clitoris. I'm instantly aroused and wet, purring louder.
I lean up quickly in pain, roaring and snarling at the tiny girl in front of me, her face pale with fright. She bit me! She had the audacity to bite her Mommy.
"So it's biting you want, is it?" I snarl, pushing the tiny girl onto her back and gripping her bottom lip in my teeth, growling and twitching my tail angrily, my arousal getting stronger. "What if I just swallowed you up? Then where would you bite, little girl?" I growl through my fangs, "Or even Lila for that matter... she's small enough."
"No! No, please! I'm sorry! I just... I'm..." Annabel's sobbing turned into screams and thrashing to escape, causing me to bite down a bit harder. Blood is drawn and it flows slowly into both of our mouths. Annabel stops thrashing and looks at me with the saddest, gloomiest eyes I've ever seen. This makes me feel empowered. "See how sweet you taste, my dear? I wonder if little Lila tastes the same way?"
"Don't. Please, just let me go..." Annabel whimpers. I let go of her lip and lick up the blood. "Stop that begging or I'll take that tongue out of your mouth!" "No! I-I'll be good! Please!" she shouts, following up with a soft wimpier, "Please..."
"I warned you, little one." I lean down scooping my tongue into her mouth and before she can turn away from me, I grip her tongue, a small, wet, warm little slab of flesh in my mouth, and pull on it carefully, looking deeply into her eyes. She shows nothing but fear, and she is still.
"I'm doing this because I love you." I say, before completely biting down and slicing my teeth through her soft, warm tongue. The blood fills her mouth and mine as I swallow her freshly sliced off tongue. It tastes like a sweet, yet slightly bitter pork, and the feel of it running down my throat is fulfilling and lovely.
"I should have saved you some, my Sweetheart, but I think it's just about time for Lila to eat. Maybe she would like a bit of this... delicious meat."
"Mommy! Why!" is all she is able to say. Soon, her eyes grow dim and sad, almost like she's given up as she watches me grab the baby, opening Lila's lips, and inserting the severed tongue into her mouth. This will make Annabel's discipline much easier.
"Now, what else shall we bite, since you love to bite those who are trying to teach you important things, hm?"
Annabel shakes her head, blood still dripping from her mouth, whining and trying to keep her mouth closed, crying violently and holding her hand over her lips.
I pull Annabel onto my lap to sit next to her baby sister, "Maybe... this little girl's fingers. Hm?" I lick the blood from Annabel's her cheeks and lips, taking her tiny left hand in my right paw. She is shaking and sweating.
I lick her fingers and Annabel is reluctant to pull away; her body on my lap feels jumpy and frightened. "I've always liked finger foods, Annabel." I say, putting her little pinkie in my mouth and licking, sucking gently. "Mmm... you are very tender and the saltiness is so perfect. I... don't think I can contain myself."
"Mm... p'ea..." Annabel murmurs and slurrs, blood spattering onto her lips again, staining my soft, white fur. I grip the little pinkie and as she tries pulling her hand away, I bite down and she screams in ear-shattering agony. I feel the small bones grind past my teeth and over her loud cries, I hear a loud, crackling crunch; the bone is shattered, just under her knuckle. She tries to pull away from me, aiding me in separating the pinkie from the rest of her hand. The tendons and veins are pulled from her hand and dangling from the dismembered ligament.
The tiny limb pokes out of my lips as they curl into a smile. I inch closer to the child's bleeding face. "Take a little nibble, my Darling. Tell me how you taste." I trace her pinkie along her bloody lips, purring.
Annabel's loud cries of pain turn to shocked, scared whimpers, trying to keep her mouth closed, blood still spilling out here and there as she turns her face away from me, her eyes squeezed tightly.
"No? More for me, then. Mmm... you truly are a tasty tidbit, aren't you?" I lay Annabel to her back and I rub my body slowly up her tiny legs as Lila sits near us, huffing and puffing from crying.
I feel Annabel's toes on my labia. I begin to sway my body from side to side as her toe rubs my clitoris. I feel my fur dampening even more, and then suddenly, I feel her toes enter me completely. "On second thought, I think Lila would like some. Lila, do you want to taste some of sissy's treats?" I say in a sweet, loving voice as the baby takes the ligament from me, chewing and drooling all over it.
Annabel's eyes look confused and mortified, but I can't help but smile, slowly riding her foot, purring louder as I lick the blood from her face, licking harder than before. I lick slowly behind her ear as her foot enters me a little further, soaking her up to her ankles. I lick down her chest once more and cuddle her, licking down her frail, vulnerable body, ignoring her sobs to be set free. I come face to face with her labia again and immediately push my tongue inside her. She shrieks in pain. My guess is that my tongue is too large for her small body to handle. Immediately, I taste blood.
I lap up her blood and push my tongue deeper inside of her. She cries and sobs, pulling on my fur near my ears; the pulling excites me. I ride her foot harder and push my tongue deeper inside of her, kneading her ribs, digging my claws into her soft, squishy flesh now and then, scratching her as I pin her down. I press my claws deeply into her sides as she screams in pain, and I cut her open, her flesh peeling like paper beneath my paws.
I lick faster, harder on her little clitoris and suddenly, I feel a rush of hot liquid run over my mouth and nose. Did she just come? I think she did.
"Did you find that exciting, my Darling?"
"Mommy... 'emme go..."
"You sound so adorable. I'm glad we made this modification, but you're still begging. You know, begging is pretty naughty. I'll have to punish you for it... or better yet, your little sister can take the punishment for you. Maybe you'll learn then, huh?"
Annabel pulls her foot out of me and kicks me in the ribs. I release a roar and pin her leg, clawing down angrily, trails of shredded flesh following my scratches.
Annabel screams, crying louder and louder, begging me to let her go and murmuring that she'll be good and do as I say, but I much prefer the struggling as she reaches, staggering to her baby sister, who is preoccupied with her new chew toy.
I slide a paw down my body and into my entrance, feeling and rubbing myself. The sounds of the tearing flesh echoing in my mind drive me to peel her flesh from her leg, and so I do. Her flesh is soft under my claws. So, so soft.
Annabel's screams and cries fill the room as one by one, small, moderately thick strips of flesh and muscle are peeled from the child's leg and slurped into my lips. Her wounds are hot and bloody, and her tendons are visible.
I lick the wounds, drinking her blood and chewing any bits of flesh I lick across. Her screams are hoarse and tired, panicked and exhausted.
Annabel begins to look very pale now. "M-mo... Mommy... I thought.... you... 'oved me..."
"Mommy does love you, Sweetheart. You're so... delicious... and sweet... and so very small. I... need you to hold still..." I rub myself faster, licking her wound, the bleeding coming to a very slow seep, but soon I find myself down at her toes. Annabel looks so weak that she can't move, so I take my available paw off her sides, and with my tail in the hair, I lean down to her feet. "What sweet, little toes you have, my little Annie. They're so tiny, like little buttons." I lick over her toes and bite one of them, hard, drawing blood, nipping off her third toe on her right foot. Annabel cries and bends her good leg up to her chest, turning to her side to curl into a fetal position. I crawl up to her face again and place the toe on her lips. "Have a taste, my Dear. You're simply delectable."
She shakes her head, sobbing. "I said, have a taste!" I dig my claws into her ribs and she opens her mouth, screaming. As her mouth is open, I plop her little toe in her mouth and cover her lips. She has no choice but to swallow or chew.
"Is it good, Dear? I think so."
Annabel stares at me, horrified, unsure what to do.
"Swallow, Honey." I say in a motherly tone. "You need to eat, or you'll grow to be weak and unhealthy," I stroke the side of her face gently, "Do it for Mommy, Dear. Do as I say or Lila will have to be punished. To teach you."
Annabel still stares at me.
I roar, "Swallow!" and she does, tears flooding her rosy, bloody face, raw from licking and red from crying.
I look her deeply in the eyes and smile, "I'm proud of you, Baby girl," I say as I run a paw down her soft, bruised, and clawed up, naked body and trace a claw around her labia. I lick up her neck to clean off her tears as I slip a finger inside her. "There, there... calm down now. Everything's going to be okay."
Annabel winces in pain and starts to breathe hard as my claw extends from my paw and scrapes at the inside of her walls. I slip in a second finger. "Honey, you're too tight there. How will you ever find a mate when you're older if you can't learn to relax?"
I slip in a third finger, claws extended and slowly thrust my paw in and out of her small entrance, my white paw turning pink from her blood.
"There's Momma's girl. Good girl... yeah."
Annabel hyperventilates as I thrust harder, examining her body. Her stomach and sides are scratched up and bruised, her leg is shredded like an overused scratching post. Her missing pinkie and toe are still bleeding, but slowing down; her skin, all over, is splotched red from my rough tongue grooming her. Her lips are laced with glistening blood that I lick up roughly, making her lips raw.
"Mmm, Baby, tell Mommy you love her, hm? Tell me you feel good when Mommy grooms you."
Annabel is silent.
"Tell me. Say it, Honey." I demand, thrusting harder, feeling my claws cut something deep inside her. "Tell me. Do not disobey me."
She is still silent. She blinks at me, shaking her head and turning away from me, sobbing and crying to be let go.
"That's it. I've warned you." I rip my claws from her vagina and she screams with pain. Her labia is cut up and bleeding, but I don't tend to it. Instead, I sink my teeth into her folds and stretch her skin, purring and looking into her sad, crying eyes. "Well?"
Annabel says nothing, only screams in pain and cries harder and harder. I sink my teeth further into her mons and tear as hard as I can until a chunk of flesh is taken from her little body, twitching in pain. I devour her labia and lick my once-white lips.
"Mommy had to, Honey. You were disobedient, but... I... don't think I can stop here."
I look toward little Lila, innocently watching her new mommy play with big sister. I decide the little ball of flesh is too delicious to pass up. I slink toward Lila's little feet. "I'm going to get those little toes, mmm!" I say as I lick her little toes, making Lila giggle.
"You like this, huh?" I smile, licking more, biting down and taking three toes. The baby begins to cry in pain as blood gushes from the small foot. I lick at the wound and swallow globs of blood and pull, nipping at tendons and pieces of skin. The babies cries harder and I feel my labia swelling with excitement. I can't hold back any more.
I carry the crying, screaming baby who bleeds on my white fur with me to the corner of the room and reach behind the dresser. Taped there is a small box of cigarettes I had forgotten about until this urge awakened their location. I take one out of the box, carelessly holding the baby while lighting up. The baby flails to be set down, and she bumps my cigarette, singing her flesh, making her cry harder.
I jump, shocked, but also excited. Smelling the burnt, soft skin made me feel hungry. I lick her wound after taking a drag of my cigarette, and the flavor of cooked flesh and tobacco mixing together on my tongue made my appetite even stronger.
I feel a strange urge. I press my cigarette deeply into the baby's skin, cooking her even more. Her screams and cries excite me, so I pick up Lila and lift her over my head and let her blood drip onto my whiskers. I allow the cigarette to fall onto the carpeting and smash it with my powerful footpads, putting it out.
Lila's blood is so young, so warm, so delicious. I open my powerful jaws and slip the baby into my mouth, knee high. I feel her squirming and taste her salty tears as she struggles to get out of my grasp. I purr as I taste the beautiful, young flesh, salted to perfection. My nose meets the tiny labia once more and the smell is divine. I slide the baby further into my gullet and before I know it, the little baby is inside me.
I face back to Annabel, my belly swollen with my new baby. I lean down to her feet and put her bleeding foot into my mouth up to her ankle and swallow as much of her foot as I can. Her screams are terrifying, but my appetite is much louder. I swallow up to her knee and bite down as hard as I can. She is so small, I barely need to chew.
The texture of her buttery skin is pleasing to the tongue. I can't help but rub myself again, feeling so full and comforted. I feel young and powerful. Annabel and Lila are all mine.
I paw myself harder, feeling close to an orgasm as I lick at the wound in her crotch, her screams becoming a simple mumble in the background. All I can hear now are the slimy laps of my tongue on her warm, gushing blood, coating my tongue in a flavor that is rich in salt and iron. I can't stop myself. I need more.
I paw myself faster as I come all over the bloody blanket. The orgasm is so powerful that I sink my teeth into Annabel's belly. Her screams are so ear-piercing! It's strangely like music to me. I feel my full, swollen belly do flips with joy, and I feel as though I am with child.
But I can't have any neighbors seeing this, so I lick at her face to calm her down, soon she stops crying and only wheezes. Her wounds have stopped bleeding for the most part. Poor girl. I can't leave her here like this. I guess... I'll just have to finish the job. She is a tasty girl after all.
I slink down to her toes once again and slip the other foot into my mouth, biting and chewing her delicate, crunchy bones, feeling them snap under my lips as she thrashes to get away. I swallow her limbs and slurp her body up to her torso. Her body is so smooth despite her wounds, and her blood acts as a sweet, metallic lubricant that makes her all the more delicious. Soon, the blanket beneath me is empty, bloody, but empty.
I feel so full! I haven't felt this full in a long, long time! Looking at my bloated tummy in the mirror, I can see a new glow on my face. I look like a proud mommy.
I feel a small kicking sensation in my belly and I pet my stomach fur carefully and wrap my paws around the area, "I can feel you in there, kicking around. Do it again, my babies... I can feel you. Come on," I beckon. "Do it for Mommy."