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A lonely panther forfeited everything in his life after he missed the chance to father his own daughter. Day by day he wastes away in his dirty apartment until an unexpected knock at the door changes his life completely. Asked to look over Cynthia's young daughter, Mason the panther cooks up all manner of scenarios to fulfill the fantasies he has long dream about: To hug, lick and explore a cub that could have been his own daughter.

Part 1 can be found here ---> https://www.sofurry.com/view/854878

In the second part of the story, Mason gets the opportunity to fulfill his all-time dream when he gets yet another opportunity to be with Abby. An innocent occurrence sends her curiosity soaring sky-high, and just like a cat, Abby begs Mason to show him how a male looks down there. One thing leads into the other, and soon she learns the pleasures of climaxing, and how good a male feels inside a female's tight little folds.

***STORY STARTS BELOW***

Mason stared out the window while the corn popped inside his microwave. Pop. Pop pop pop!

Pop pop pop popopopopop!

Every quarter of a second a new puffy corn bloomed. Warmth saw to that. Like the tasty corn, Mason too broke through the hard shell that confined his whole potential into a dilapidated apartment. He was no one before he encountered Abby. No one cared about him. No one greeted him on the street. Not even his neighbors acknowledged his presence.

And that all changed in the course of a single day. A few hours spent with the girl of his dreams during a rather random day of the week changed Mason's whole outlook on life.

It all began with her... Mason stared now at the balcony of Cynthia's apartment, imagining little Abby looking at him, her little hands propped onto the stony edge, auburn hair flaring in the wind, her emerald eyes warm and unblinking.

Pop!

Mason's ears twitched. The popcorn became infuriatingly annoying. He turned around to close the blasted microwave. He slammed the button, shutting it down, but the damn corn kept popping even after that, stroked like a needy male on the verge of ejaculation.

Mason ignored it. He grabbed his beer from the table and turned his eyes back onto the balcony. Where was Abby? What was she doing now?

"Probably playing with her dolls. Or tinkering with Constructo. Damn, she was really crafty at that game," the black panther placed his chin onto a cupped palm, staring at nothing in particular with his honey colored eyes. "She was so happy when she saw that big ice cream cone I got for her. Did she really fall for it though? Hmfff," he sighed. "She's still a child. They get tired all the time, right?"

The corn stopped popping.

Mason turned around with a smile, grabbed his bowl out of the microwave, and took a deep whiff. The smell of bacon greeted his flaring nostrils, making his throat purr with an intense, rolling 'hrrrrr RRRRrrrrr'. He picked a puffed corn, ran it along a juicy bacon strip, then crunched it between his jaws.

"Mmmm," Mason rolled his eyes in their sockets. "This really hits the spot. Bacon corn deserves a special game. Hmm, eager to see what's on sale today."

Mason grabbed his bowl, but didn't leave before grabbing a beer to wash down the tasty corn with. He walked inside the living room, placed his refreshments on a nearby chair, crashed into the sofa, and turned his TV on as well as his gaming system. Twenty corn pieces or so after, he went to the digital store. Halo was on sale today. Weird game with a weird name. Shooters were the bane of any newbie, but this was a special day. Mason paid for the game without thinking and started it up.

A shiny loading bar appeared, and below a timer matching the horror of the slow moving line.

"Twenty minutes? Come on! I'm going to eat everything before the game's halfway installed. Weren't these supposed to be in a giant library or something?"

Maybe yes, maybe not. Mason had too little patience to figure it out. He crammed a fistful of corn mixed with bacon strips into his mouth and walked towards the bathroom. No. He wasn't interested in the bland sink or the water closet. On the left was his special room. The one he created right after that special day.

Mason munched down his meal, then opened the door. The sweet smell of vanilla and flowers greeted his nostrils. He slid a hand along the wall to find the light switch. He flipped it on. Lights blazed in front of his eyes, forcing him to squint for a second. After he blinked, Mason smiled. Everything looked exactly as he left it.

"Hello Abby," he said to one of the many pictures glued to the wall. "How are you doing today? Sleepy? A little tired?" He inched towards one of her sleeping pictures, slowly climbed along her thigh, then veered between her legs. "Maybe a bit horny? What are you dreaming about, my dear? What keeps your pussy so delightfully wet?"

Only his rapid breathing answered his questions. It only took a few seconds of staring at her to get him rock hard. Mason touched Abby with great delight. He fingered her pussy, stroke her belly, pinched her breasts, and tickled her chin from every angle. The photos spread all over the wall, separated only by the series of lights he had woven between their frames. Mason loved his special room. It took out the best in him. He wasn't a selfless male by any means, but Abby changed that. The numerous gifts spread on the nightstand just below the photos were a visible proof of that. Each had a date, marking a special occasion in Abby's life.

"Look what I got for you, Abby," Mason slowly slid over each festively wrapped package. "Look how many presents I bought for you. Do you see them, honey? See what uncle Mason got for you?"

Mason kissed her right on her cute little muzzle. "Later. Sleep now, sweet child. Sleep..." he whispered, sliding his tongue along her neck. He circled her breasts, one at a time, then slid between her legs. A piece of paper offered nothing to his tongue, but the memories were still fresh in his mind, same as the taste of her juicy pussy. Sweet, slimy, with the faint fragrance of meat.

The doorbell rang.

Mason's tail slapped right into the door frame, sending a jolt of pain racing up his spine. He bit the groan down, and almost managed to subdue his nasty habit of cursing.

"Yyyaaaaaarh... who the hell can it be?"

RRrrring! Rrrrriiiing!

"I'm coming!"

Mason slammed the door shut and twisted the key in it for good measure before running towards the entrance as fast as his naked paws allowed.

"Who is it?"

"You know who," the first voice answered.

Then, Mason's heart melted in his chest, for a cute, melodic, all-too familiar voice followed right after the first.

"Open up, uncle Mason. It's me, Abby!"

"A-Abby?" His legs suddenly felt too weak to support his weight. Mason leaned against the door, heart pounding frantically inside his chest.

She's here. She came for you, just like you wanted. What if she knows? What if she remembers what you did to her?

Mason's ears jerked, his tail swished erratically, his whiskers trembled in the same manners as his shivering lips.

"She was asleep, you idiot," he mumbled to himself. "She can't- Why am I even freaking talking about this? I went through this a hundred fucking times!"

Bang bang bang!

"Mason, are you home?"

"He is, mommy. I heard something!

Bang bang bang!

"Uncle Mason, pleeeaase. My mommy really wants to talk to you."

"It's kinda important, so please open up."

Mason reached for the doorknob, then hesitated when he noticed his sporting erection. Shit. He couldn't appear in front of Abby like that. Deep breaths. That was the cure. He inhaled, exhaled, and repeated that for five consecutive breaths. Still nothing.

"I'm- just a minute please!" Mason ran towards the kitchen, dropped his pants, and whirled the faucet to the coldest water possible. He cupped his paw, gathered the frigid fluid, then splashed it onto his cock.

"Haaah... aaaaah..." his muzzle trembled with discomfort for the couple of seconds it took his member to deflate. Mason grabbed his cock and swung it around. Still flaccid.

"Alright, we're good. We're good."

He dressed back up and ran back to open the door.

"H-hello, yeah. Just had to-"

Cynthia chuckled. "About time you learned to twist a door knob. Seriously, what took you so long?"

Mason scratched behind an ear. "I....ai I...I was...yeaaaah I had to..."

"Uncle Mason!"

Abby's little hands wrapped around his leg. That was bad. But not as bad as her petite head that rubbed from side to side so close to his half flaccid member.

Mason tried to push her away, but Cynthia's smile distracted him.

"She really missed you, you know. Talked about that last week for so long I had to shut her up with ice cream."

"Heh, yeah. She does love ice cream," Mason rubbed her head. "Isn't that right, Abby?"

"Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes!" Abby rubbed her head up and down, then grabbed his hand and squeezed it to her chest. "I love it, but I love you more! You're the best, uncle Mason. The best!"

Cynthia rolled her eyes. "You have to tell me what magic you worked on this child."

"I...yeah," Mason gave her a meek, silly smile. "I'll tell you all about it when you come in. You too, Abby. Come on. Take mommy's hand."

She pulled away just when heat resumed its flow through his member. Cynthia grabbed her hand and led Abby inside at Mason's insistent gesture. He was so glad the girls looked around his flat, with their tails swinging so lively above their perky asses. Cynthia wore a full-on business suit so she wasn't that attractive, but Abby had jeans. Jeans that were a bit too loose around her midsection. The waistband of her panties revealed its rim from beneath, colored pink, just like the pair Mason pulled down on that special day.

Mason gritted his jaws. Her pussy was so soft. So wet. So silky. Her ass was little and cute, her breasts small and fluffy. With all those images rushing through his mind, Mason had absolutely no chance at controlling himself. His cock sprung ahead with a hard throb, tenting his pants with a full-on blast of precum, courtesy of Abby's naked pictures.

"I like what you did with the place, Mason," Cynthia said. "Everything is so tidy. So clean. When did you have the time to sort through all the stuff?"

Mason quickly hid behind a corner. "I got aaaa....a lazy job, yeah. Gives me time to do things. Look around for a bit. N-no. Go in the living. I'll bring you both refreshments."

"Please, there's no need to-"

"Pop corn!" Abby's shriek dwarfed her mother's voice.

"Yeah! Dig in. Abby! I'll get you more in a minute!"

Mason jumped right into the kitchen, panting like an animal struck by terrible heat. That was really close. He had to be more careful around Abby. Actually, staying away from her was the best plan. But how? She declared her love to him, praised Mason for being so good to her, and she was so, so happy!

Mason dug his claws onto the back of his neck. Upsetting Abby was the last thing he wanted.

"A gift," his eyed widened with glee. "A gift for the most amazing kitty in the world. I'll get her the GameStar. No- no, the book. It'll keep her occupied until I sort stuff out with Cynthia."

He smiled. That line of thought had all the bearings of a perfect plan. Mason returned with two bowls of bacon corn and offered both females a can of soda. Cynthia put hers aside and helped Abby open hers up while Mason excused himself to the bathroom.

A minute later, he came out with a neatly wrapped package. Cynthia's lips stretched over her petite fangs, while Abby screamed with glee.

"Presents!"

"Yes!" Mason kneeled before her. "A present for the most amazing kitty in the world."

Abby hugged him hard. The smell of her fur tickled his nostrils. Her warmth seeped into his fur. The jovial, innocent laughter made his ears twitch with gentle swerves.

And her pussy made him rock hard, pressed too close against his crotch.

"Ooooh, you're gonna smother me. Gonna kill...meeee..." Mason fell on the floor, much to Abby's mirthful laughter. She poked at his ear, and jumped back when it twitched.

"You're not dead. Trickster. Trickster!'"

Mason looked at her with a smile and pointed at the package. "You got me. But can you find out what's inside that?"

"No problem!" Abby squeaked.

"You shouldn't have. She's already spoiled. More presents will make her..."

"Make her what?" Mason crawled towards Cynthia, still pretending to play Abby's game when in truth his erection had him earth-bound.

"I don't want her to become too accustomed to gifts. She's getting everything she wants. Money is not the issue because I just got a raise, but think about the big picture here."

"You got a raise?" Mason arched an eyebrow.

"Yeah. Come on, sit here," Cynthia patted the sofa.

"Nuh-uh," he declined with a polite shake of his head, then kneaded at the carpet. "Carpet's soft, and clean, and nice."

"Suit yourself. What did you give her anyway?"

"SPACE CATS!" Abby answered with a resounding scream. "It's...it's awesome, uncle Mason. It has Timmy, and Jim, and Elsa! But...they're all white..."

"Check the box, sweetie."

The crayons made her even happier. Abby quickly dropped down on the ground to color her favorite characters.

"You're setting bad examples, Mason."

"Since when is fluff an enemy to your butt?"

"It's not. A desk just works better."

"She's a kid, Cyn. Just let her do her thing."

"That happens way too often."

"For a good reason," Mason looked back, forcing Cynthia to do the same. "Look how happy she is. I would've paid a hefty price to have my parents treat me like that. They were nothing like you are with Abby. All I knew was hate, and screams, and insults. The smell of tobacco and alcohol were my best friends, and even those betrayed me when one of them decided to take out the belt."

"Mason-"

"I won't get into it, don't worry," Mason said. "So, what brought you here?"

"Abby, and work, and you."

"Me?" the panther frowned.

"Yes. I've got a promotion and my boss wants me to attend this conference meeting on twenty one, right before Christmas. Can you believe that?"

Mason chuckled. "My boss wanted me to work till twenty four if one of my coworkers didn't invoke the civil rights or some crap like that."

"Language!"

"Oops, sorry," Mason swished his tail around. "I'll watch over Abby though. No problem. You can count on me."

"I know I can," Cynthia took two pieces of corn and relaxed inside the sofa. "You did a spectacular job the first time. Abby had been completely charmed. What in the world have you done to her?"

"Ice cream. And games. Add in a couple of jokes and you have a bloody good time on your paws."

"You have to tell me about that," she slapped her paw right next to her. "Come on. Lay down and tell me. I don't want to have you stare at me like you're about to propose."

Mason laughed and joined her, confident that his member wouldn't show. Conversation had that effect on him, and he was delighted to talk about pretty much anything. Cynthia told him more about her job and the struggles of a single mother. She was genuinely interested in how a lone male cleaned up his apartment so quickly.

"It must have taken you days of continuous labor to just...take it all out!"

"I was a mess, I know. I'm not very proud of that," Mason looked towards Abby. "But I found new purpose in my life."

"Oh, really? Cynthia leaned in closer. "And what might that be?"

"Improvement," Mason said, trying very hard not to stare too long at her. God, she was beautiful, with her even ears, pink nose, glimmering eyes, and beautiful auburn fur falling down her shoulders like cascading fire.

"I just decided to...you know...make a change."

"Why?"

"Well..." Mason scratched his head for an answer, then gave up with an all out sigh. "She's to blame."

Cynthia looked behind her shoulders, then smiled. "Abby? This is the first time she sees your place."

"I know. Spending that day with her just showed me how much more there is to life aside from bunking up in my own home and playing video games all day."

Mason shuddered when his shoulder was gently caressed by her silky hand. Cynthia merely smiled. She purred so softly, and looked at him so intently. Mason felt slightly unnerved by her stare. He wanted to say something, pull back, do something.

But her mesmerizing eyes reminded him of Abby, and the special time they spent together.

"I'm glad I chose you, Mason. You're a good, caring, patient panther. I wish I could say the same about my mate, but you know how he was."

"I...I don't," he grabbed onto his tail and stroke it to calm himself a little. "I really, really don't."

Cynthia retreated to place both her hands in her lap. "It's better that way. He was...he's not a topic I ever want to talk about."

"That's fine. Abby's fine. You're fine. That's all that matters, right?"

"Yeah...yeah, you're right," she scratched an itch above her nose. "I don't know why I brought him into discussion. Heh, maybe it's because my last date ended so tragically."

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," Mason said.

"Nah, it's ok. I do," Cynthia smiled again. "I trust you with Abby. Words, money, or anything else pales in comparison."

"Yeah. She's a rare jewel, and we owe all that to her beautiful mother."

A few seconds of silence dropped between them before Mason stumbled for a suitable reply. "I'm...yeah. I meant...you did a great job raising her. She's everything you are, and more."

"Do you really think that?"

Mason stroked his tail quicker between his fingers, seething with embarrassment. He did it. He said something stupid, and now he was going to pay the price.

"Yeah. I-I do. Heck, you two are the reason why I tidied up this place in the first place."

"Mason, that's..."

He froze when her hands slid along his shoulders to wrap around his neck. Cynthia pulled him into a really tight hug.

"I really needed to hear that," Cynthia sniffled, almost on the verge of crying. "If only you knew how much crap happened at work. Everybody was so stressed. Insults were flying around. Even my friends turned on me after I got promoted. They're so envious, and I...I really did nothing to earn that."

"Glad...glad I could provide a bit of relief," he patted her back. "Let it go now. You're here, unburdened by past problems. Take a deep breath. Yeah, just like that."

Cynthia calmed herself down and slowly pulled apart to tidy her hair. Mason too made sure his ears weren't awkward.

"So, about that last date...still want to speak about how tragic it was?"

"The asshole," she chuckled. "Yeah, he deserves that name and more. He tried to woo me with a cup of coffee, told me everything I wanted to hear, then left me with a big fat bill on the table when he found out I have a daughter."

"Freaking asshole. I hate these conqueror types who jump from one female to the other, grabbing the better tits, the better ass, the better..."

"Mason, the language!"

"Gaah, the world is too full of them. I would've kicked his ass if I was there. Still will, if you tell me how he looks like."

She laughed at that.

"No, I mean it. Was he a dog? A bear? They're more susceptible to ditch diamonds for pebbles."

"He was a nobody. So unimportant I forgot about him."

"I won't."

"Mason!"

"I really won't! I'll find that jerk and whack his empty head with some well needed common sense. Children are precious, Cyn. They make you laugh when they're small, care for you when you're old, and make you feel complete all the time."

"Yeah..." she nodded. "You certainly know your words around single moms. How comes you haven't found a mate?"

"It's...complicated. Not a story I'm ready to tell right now."

Mason filled the time with small talk, going from weather to the latest news he heard on the TV. It wasn't long before Abby finished her first illustration. She brought the book over to the two adults, earning well deserved praise and rubs.

"I want uncle Mason to come over when you leave, mommy. Please make it happen. Please!"

"It will, as long as Mason is okay with it."

"I was born to be prepared," he smiled at the two females.

Abby giggled happily. She hugged them both, then retreated to her popcorn bowl. Once she finished snacking, Cynthia made her intentions to leave known. Mason got a quick peck on the cheek from her and a big, squeezing hug from Abby.

He led the two cats out waved them goodbye from the doorway. They both smiled and laughed at his laziness.

Mason just wanted to keep his erection concealed. As soon as the two females disappeared inside the elevator, he closed his door shut and dashed towards the bathroom.

His raging erection jutted out as soon as he dropped his pants. Mason grabbed his cock hard within his palm and began to mercilessly pound away at the raging muscle that already surged with climactic throbs.

"Abby...my sweet child...I'll be coming to her...aahhh...I'll come," Mason gripped himself hard. "Just about...just about to cum."

He pulled his foreskin back with a lewd squelch to reveal his dripping head. Drops of translucent fluid flung out of his cock every time he throbbed, staining the water closet's seat. Mason kept his head bare for a second . Abby's perfect image appeared into his mind. She sat on her bed, just like in the pictures.

"Naaaahh..." Mason stroke himself once, pushing his cock into another spewing frenzy. "She's awake...looking at me with big, lustful eyes...Nghh...Wants me...wants me to fuck her."

Fuck her. Mate her. Impregnate her. The mere thought made his balls clamp heavily with unrestrained lust. Mason gritted his teeth. He was getting closer now. Closer to his dream of flushing out his seed into the womb of his beautiful Abby.

"Y-yes...I'm going to give it to you, Abby. Going to...haaaah...give a big, fat load," Mason gripped onto his sack with his other hand.

His eyes sealed shut. An onrush of pleasure exploded within his crotch. His toes flared outwards, claws sliding out of their sheath to skid and dig between the tiles. Mason's knees shivered with waves of debilitating weakness as he approached closer to his moment of great delight.

"Close. So close...mmrrrrh."

Squish. Slap. Squish. Slap. The everlasting squelch of his overly lubricated cock almost competed with his rushing breath. He was so worked up, almost every muscle in his body bulged with effort. His arms were thick and meaty, rippling with strong muscles. Droplets of sweat rolled across the glistening fur protecting his pecs, making their way towards his slightly noticeable abs. They too were rock hard, just like the cock surging below and the hand that stroke it. Mason picked up speed, baring his glistening head to the air more often, filling the room with the virile musk of his scent.

"Nghhh....aaaah....fffff...fuuuuck, too close...I'm...I'm sorry Abby...I'm...too fucking close," Mason grunted between the hefty breaths rolling out of his maw.

Abby was restless to receive his seed. She spread her legs apart with a mixture of shyness and eagerness, her big eyes staring at him for a couple of seconds before they fixed on his cock. Her mouth opened, letting loose a soft, admiring squeak. She wanted it inside. She wanted Mason to put his huge cock inside her little pussy and drown her fever with a river of sticky cum.

Mason's strokes became a squelching frenzy. Precum soaked his whole hand. More often than not his palm rubbed directly onto his overly sensitive head, driving surges of intense delight across an overly tight crotch.

Abby moaned for him, begging him to thrust, pleading him to finish.

"She's wet...aff...so small...mff...so tight. I want her. Need her....grrrrr. I'm gonna cum inside her," Mason blinked fast, then scrunched his eyes shut. His tail whipped above his clenching ass. A spiking surge of liquid head broke loose from his crotch, slithering towards his cock dangerously fast.

"Haaaah...I'm gonna cum insider her..." he bared his glistening fangs as his purr slowly became a seething growl." RRrrrhhh....I'm gonna...gonna cum inside her."

The fluid became cloudy and sticky. Mason slowed his thrusts to a slow, pounding beat.

"Take it, Abby. Take iiiit!" He thrust his hips forward, pushing all his strength into that final thrust that sent his pleasure soaring way above normal limits. In reality, Mason trust into his own hand, but in his mind it was Abby's pussy he claimed. She was as wet as she expected, and overly eager to drink away his seed. His cock tensed hard once it penetrated the fleshy shelter of her pussy. Mason gripped himself into a tight embrace, then broke loose with a feral groan. The first spurt hit his palm hard. He cupped his member inside, then started pumping his hand around his bare head with strong contractions, just like Abby's walls would.

The promise of spilling himself into his favorite girl made Mason burst harder than ever. His tail whipped around with each pounding spasm of his crotch, his claws trembled and raked the ground, and his breath raspy and uneven. His whole focus lay on the orgasmic might of his throbs, and the sheer force it took his cock to ejaculate the copious amounts of semen provided by his swollen balls. Mason gripped his sack hard, eager to feel his tubes bloating with fresh reserves of hot, sticky semen. The fluid rushed towards his rock hard cock, where it splashed into his dripping hand. Mason stroke, rubbed, and grabbed, adding more and more essence to the overflowing stream of seed.

Abby was writhing. Her trembling legs crossed each other, walls clamping shut to keep Mason inside. She winced with every burst, not because his big size hurt her, but because of how good it felt to have her little pussy stuffed with his heated essence.

Mason gave her everything he had. He groaned and gushed, hissed and spat, milking his balls down to the last drop inside her overflowing pussy.

"Haaaah....aaaaaah...." he moaned weakly as his cock gave its last throbs. "I did it...I filled her..." Mason unclasped his shaky fingers with a wet squelch, then slowly lifted his hand. "I came...inside her..."

It was thoroughly coated in milky essence. Mason sniffed at the pungent fluid, then dashed his tongue along a finger. He closed his eyes, rolling them in the back of his skull at the bittersweet taste of his essence. He didn't normally eat his own cum, but Abby would have. She would lick every last drop from his cock if he gave her the chance. Mason imagined the kind of creampie he'd make if he entered her. It was a glorious sight that hardened his cock seconds after his orgasm.

"It will happen," Mason said with another flick of his tongue. "I will cum inside her," he rolled the seed inside his mouth before swallowing with a satisfied gulp. "I will cum inside her."

That particular thought filled pretty much the rest of his day. Mason couldn't go about his normal routine without throbbing like a dog with a raging boner panting for his bitch. He forfeited his underwear to walk freely around his home. Time was of the essence. He needed to get the perfect gift for Abby, hide his sleeping powder well, and pick the best ice cream to treat his princess with.

Mason solved all those issues in the span of a couple of hours. When the night settled, he had ice cream cones resting in his freezer, and a big bag containing Abby's gift. He stared at it, with one hand on his lap and another around his aroused member, debating whether to spill again or save himself for Abby.

The panther slowly took his hand off. A great sigh escaped him, and he moaned, as if he was in pain.

"I'll save myself for her. She...she deserves every drop of me she can get."

Mason smiled. That particular line of thought didn't feel perverted to him. He just loved Abby so much, he wanted every part of him to belong to her.

"Just a couple more days, baby girl. Just a few more days..."

Those days ended up passing in the blink of an eye. The morning of Christmas Eve found Mason right in front of Cynthia's apartment. He wore a casual dark blue T-shirt that matched his black jeans and equally dark fur quite well. He also washed himself twice, sprayed his neck with cologne, and took time to remove every clump of fur from his tail. He wanted this day to be perfect, and the festive bag he held in his hand was the first piece of the puzzle.

Mason rang the doorbell. He was extremely excited when little Abby answered. Cynthia came a moment later to open the door. She greeted Mason with a warm, lovely smile and a crushing hug. Abby did the same, hugging him from behind. She wrapped his long tail around her, something which Abby loved.

Mason felt in heaven to be back in Cynthia's apartment. Fond memories rushed through his mind, contesting with the heated thoughts he harbored. It wasn't easy to hold three days of abstinence in check, but Mason forced himself to stay in the present and talk as much as possible. Distraction was the nemesis of arousal. Mason settled Abby on her tawny couch, with the big bag placed on her lap.

"See what uncle Mason brought you, yes? And shh..." he whispered softly. "Don't open the puzzle box yet. There's another surprise there, but we don't want mommy to know yet."

Abby's eyes widened like two polished gemstones. "What is it, uncle Mason?"

The panther smiled and kissed her on the forehead. "It wouldn't be a secret if I tell you."

Mason ventured into the kitchen, where he got all the instructions and housekeeping chores from Cynthia. He didn't have to do more than he did inside his own apartment, apart from cooking a healthy meal and keeping an eye on her at all times.

With the duties out of the way, Cynthia gave him another quick hug, kissed her daughter goodbye, and left the two felines waiting in the doorway.

"I'm not going to miss her," Abby rubbed her head along Mason's drooping hand. "I have you. You're awesome, uncle Mason."

"Not as awesome as you," Mason ruffled her ears a bit, making her squeak in protest. "Come on now. Let's get inside. You do want to see what's in the box, right?"

"Yes! Lets see! Lets seeeeeeee!"

She was ecstatic when she unveiled the GameStar handheld console. It wasn't overly expensive or fancy, just prohibited by many parents until their cubs reached a certain age. Abby had to promise to only play when her mommy wasn't home, and keep the console hidden in her safest place. She led Mason to her bedroom, where she revealed a secret chest hidden inside her stuffed mattress, impressing Mason even more. His Abby was not only beautiful, but shrewd, and smart, and all-round adorable.

They played many games after Cynthia left. Constructo, Space Cats, trying new outfits, toying with the plushies. Mason loved to see Abby smile. Her laughter was his daily dose of happiness, yet today she didn't seem much invested in anything. She found excuses to avoid playing on her new GameStar console, and her usual hobbies suddenly turned boring.

Mason gave her an hour of tranquility. It did little Abby no good. She paced around from one room to the next, answering with direct answers to every inquiry. She had to be hungry.

Mason cooked spiced meatballs with sweet sauce and crusty bread. Abby devoured them. She seemed satisfied enough, but Mason knew better. As he washed the dishes, he noticed Abby's fugitive stare. She was embarrassed about something. Or curious. Her eyes seemed to look lower than usual, and Mason even checked his crotch to make sure he didn't get too excited.

Aside from a small bump, he was as obvious as any male wearing underwear.

"Do you want some ice cream?"

"Nuh-uh," Abby shook her head, fixing her eyes back upon the remote she cradled in her little hands.

"Are you sure? It has both vanilla and chocolate."

"I'm full. Maybe later."

"Ok," Mason put the last dish in the plates rack and jumped on the sofa next to her.

"Eeep!"

"Don't eep me. I haven't even tickled you yet!"

Abby shifted towards the edge. "I'm full. Please no."

"Oh, alright," Mason placed his hands on his legs. "We'll make a deal. You tell me what's bothering you, and I'll keep my hands right where they are."

"No tickles?" Abby mewled softly.

Mason knew how much she hated them. He leaned towards her and smiled. "Absolutely none. My word is my bond, and if I lie, you'll see my nose growing."

"That's kid stuff," Abby threw her remote away to poke him. "You can't lie to me, uncle Mason."

"Maybe not. But I can kiss you!"

Abby yelped, expecting the dreaded tickles to attack her exposed belly. She pulled her knees and tucked her head into a ball, but Mason just kissed one of her fuzzy ears instead.

"I'll tell. I'll tell. Stop!"

It took her a minute to find the courage to speak. "I'll say it if you promise to tell no one."

"Abby..." Mason slowly reached a hand towards her. She was rather reluctant at first, but leaned her head forward, allowing his hand to run through her auburn hair. "What's said between us stays between us. We're friends, right?"

"The very best," Abby smiled, leaning back into the rub. "I like that. Keep doing it," she said softly.

"My sweet, sweet Abby...I'll do anything for you."

"Anything?" she peeked through her half opened eyes.

"Anything you want."

"Uhm...are you serious?" she asked to make sure.

"I never lie," Mason said.

Abby straightened her back and crossed her arms above her chest. She was getting pensive, or serious. In both cases, Mason was thrilled to know her little secret.

"Well..." Abby started. "It happened yesterday. Miss Collins took Alex to the bathroom to do his wee-wee, but...something else happened."

She looked away.

"Come on. You can tell me, Abby."

"It's embarrassing."

"That makes it even better," Mason patted her back. "Come on, out with it."

"Fine...but only because you're awesome," Abby smiled weakly and brought her tail around, picking at the fluffy tip with her fingers. "There was a scream. Alex is never nice. I heard Miss Collins shout after him, telling him to come back, but he didn't. He entered our classroom, and he was...he was."

"He was what, Abby?"

"He was naked..." she whispered softly.

Mason would have laughed if he didn't force himself to swallow. "Re-really?" he dragged his voice. "Did you see his... you know...?"

"I didn't! That's the problem, uncle Mason!" Abby suddenly turned towards him, her big eyes shimmering with regret. "Everyone saw Alex. They laughed at him. They joked with him. Some even became friends with him because of how brave he was, and I...I was too distracted with my stupid coloring to see him."

"Oh, that's a pity."

"Ms Collins took him away in a second," she sniffled. "That is soooo unfair. Why couldn't I look? Stupid. I'm so stupid!"

"Oh, Abby," Mason rubbed her neck. She was so tense. Her tail flicked from side to side, hands kneading at one another.

"I-I want to see how a boy looks like," Abby said. "Will you show me?"

Mason almost choked. "M-me? You want me to-"

"You promised!" Abby jumped on her feet. "You said anything. You'll do anything because we're friends!"

That really took him by surprise. He never expected his well behaved Abby to be so curious about something so intimate. Sure, he touched her breasts, licked her pussy, jerked off all over her pictures, but that was adult business. An innocent child deserved to remain pure.

Mason's tongue twisted with a viable reply.

"Fine. I'll ask Peter or George to show me."

"N-no. Don't do that," he grabbed her little hand and kneeled to look her straight in the eyes. "I'll do it. You're right. We're friends, and friends do everything for each other. But you have to promise to never, ever tell this to anyone. It's a very big and important secret, Abby. Can you do that for me?"

"Mhm," she nodded. "But you have to promise the same."

Mason licked his lips, then smacked them shut. "My lips are forever sealed."

"We won't tell mommy either."

"Absolutely," Mason caressed her hand. "Mommy will not know. If she does, both of us will be in very big trouble. Do you understand that, Abby?"

Her arms wrapped around Mason's neck and she leaned forward in a mighty hug. Mason purred with delight at how warm she was, how soft her fur felt, and how good her hair smelled.

"One more thing," Abby retreated a few steps back.

"Yes?"

"You have to see me too. I see you, you see me. That's how it works."

Mason chuckled. She had all the bearings of a fine cat to come up with such a convenient insurance policy.

"Of course. When do you want to do it?"

"Now!" Abby ran towards her mother's bedroom. "Come, uncle Mason. Come!"

Mason followed her with eager steps. He also offered to undress first to sate Abby's curiosity. She sat on the bed, bumping her knees together, her eager eyes fixed on the waistline of his jeans.

"Shirt first, then pants, alright?"

"Mhm," Abby smiled happily.

That sweet, radiant smile heated Mason's blood. He bit the inside of his cheeks to draw just a little bit of blood. Its pungent taste and the sting of pain were an incremental advantage in the fight against his instincts. His blood heated just by staring at Abby's cute little head.

"Alright, here we go," Mason pulled his shirt off, revealing the sleek, onyx fur of his bare body.

"Wooow," Abby gasped. "You are so big. Your tits are huge, and your belly is weird."

Mason chuckled. "They're called pecs, Abby," the panther moved around a finger to show her the contours. "And yeah we males are more muscular than females. I also work out from time to time so it shows."

"Niiice. Now drop your pants. I want to see how you look down there," Abby giggled with mischievous intent.

Mason took a deep breath. What would she think of it? She could easily be disgusted or repelled after seeing a fully grown male for the first time.

He shrugged off the thought and worked on unbuttoning his jeans. Mason pushed them off. That was the easy part. Seeing Abby look so insistently upon his crotch made him feel incredibly self aware. All the lustful thoughts he harbored rammed inside his crotch, causing his member to flare to life.

"Oh no..." Mason gritted his jaws.

Abby's eyes widened with concern. "What's wrong?"

"This...we should do it another time," Mason turned around. "Come on, let's go watch a movie."

"What? Whyyyy?"

"I don't want you to see me like this, Abby."

"But we had a deal. Show me, or I'll just come to you and pull them down myself!"

Drat. There was no easy way out of this. Mason whirled on his feet, noticing how quickly Abby's mouth parted when she noticed the vibrations of his crotch.

"Aaaah!" her little hands rushed to her mouth. "It's moving. Something is moving there!"

"It's my cock, Abby. Males...we males become excited when we get naked."

"You mean happy? Why?"

Mason shrugged. "It just happens. Our organ gets big, just like the muscles I showed you earlier."

"I wanna see it," Abby leaned her head forward. "Show it."

"It might not look how you expect."

Abby shook her head. "Don't care. You promised."

"It's..."

"Pleeaaseeee!"

Her whimpering moan shattered his reluctance. Mason gripped his underwear with both hands, and with one sudden push he revealed his malehood. The taste of freedom caused his cock to instantly stiffen, aiming right at Abby's gaping mouth.

"Well?" Mason asked after a couple of fearful breaths. "What do you think?"

Abby's eyes never left his cock. Her unblinking stare spoke volumes about her unspoken words. She hated how big it was. Loathed how ugly it looked. And most of all, she was disgusted by how that one-eyed monster stared back at her due to an overly loose foreskin stretched too many times by Mason's eager hand.

"It's...it's so big, so strong," she licked her lips and jumped off from her bed. She rounded Mason with slow steps, taking in every detail. "I never expected it to be so big. If I stretch out my hand..." she let out a gasp when the full-grown cock made up almost half of her arm. "Wooooow..."

Mason gently grabbed her shoulder. "It's only because I'm an adult, Abby. A boy like Alex would be a lot smaller."

"Maybe..." the girl continued to stare, waving her head around to look from every angle.

"You can touch if you want, Abby."

"Really?" she looked up with her sweet emerald eyes.

"Yes," Mason encouraged her with a quick rub on the head.

"But...what if I hurt you?"

"Nonsense," he chuckled. "Just touch me. Grab, prod, poke. Anything works."

Abby flexed out her fingers, then grabbed his shaft right near the middle. So warm. So soft. Mason closed his eyes. His shivers scared her off, sending her back with a startled mewl.

"I'm sorry. I-"

"It's ok, Abby. It just felt good."

"Good? Why? Why did it feel good?"

"I'm very sensitive there, especially near the head. See?" Mason pulled his foreskin back to reveal a bit more of the ruddy bulge of his glans to Abby's eager eyes. Her little mouth let out a soft gasp.

"That part of me is very, very sensitive. But you can touch it with the tip of a finger. Just don't rub around or get your fur anywhere near it."

"A-alright," Abby nodded. "I'll...I think I'll just look for now. What are those two balls by the way?" she pointed at his sack with a little finger.

"These?" Mason pushed his erection against his belly, then cupped his balls between his thumb and index finger to show off their plumpness. "They're balls, just like you said."

"Yes, but why are they hanging low like that? And why are they fuzzy?"

"Because they need to be kept warm during cold weather. Their purpose is a bit more complicated. Are you sure you don't want to touch me?"

"Mhm," Abby nodded with conviction.

She was adorably shy. Mason tried to persuade her a few more times, if only to feel the electric embrace of her hand once more. Abby was too reluctant though, and Mason decided to avoid pressing the issue. She was too young for that particular talk, and he didn't want to stress her out or embarrass her right after getting acquainted with a male's anatomy for the first time.

"Ok, I think I saw enough. Do you want to see me now too, uncle Mason?"

"Yes, Abby," Mason said eagerly. "I would very much like to see you. I bet you look beautiful even without these clothes."

"You're lying," she turned her head to the side with a meek smile. "Wait there. I'll...I can do it on my own."

"Ok. Take all the time you need," Mason said.

Abby started to undress almost immediately after. She took her Space Cats shirt off first to reveal the little bosoms Mason kissed and caressed during his first visit.

"You're beautiful, Abby. Pull down your pants now."

"I...I don't want to."

"Why not?" Mason stepped closer to her. "Is something bothering you?"

"I'm weak, and ugly. Your body looks ten times better than mine!" Abby's voice crackled with anger. "Please...don't look. You're beautiful. I'm just...just..."

"Just as beautiful as me."

"No I'm not," Abby sulked.

"Want to bet?" Mason winked at her.

"Maybe...two ice cream cones will do it. Yes! We'll bet on ice cream!"

"And ten seconds without saying anything is my demand. If you see me stuttering or with my mouth agape, that means your beautiful body charmed me to the very core of my heart."

"Alright. But don't lie. I'll know if you do." Abby said eagerly, then worked on the rim of her pants.

They came down easily. What she had troubles with was her underwear. Mason didn't know if she was shy or just afraid of losing the bet. He crouched on his knees, approaching her with a sweet smile.

"Do you want me to help you, Abby?"

"No...I'm just...I can do it on my own," the little cat said.

"I'll wait for as long as it takes."

Abby glanced a few more times at his cock, making Mason blush all the fiercer. He was throbbing really hard now, almost slapping his own belly with each sudden jerk.

Then, in a matter of seconds, Abby pulled her panties down to reveal one of the most beautiful sights any male could see. Her small, tender, beautiful pussy stared right back at him. Mason allowed his jaw to hang all the way to its limits. His eyes widened, his nostrils flared, and for a dozen seconds he just stared wordlessly at Abby's little pussy.

One of her little hands touched his chin, rousing Mason from his reverie. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"I think...I think you're the most beautiful girl I've seen in my entire life."

"Really?" Abby blushed.

"You're gorgeous, Abby. Now that I can look upon you, I can honestly say every part of you is beautiful."

"Touch," she directed his hand towards her chest. "Show me."

Mason went over her bare little breasts, slid down her shapely thighs, and ran a finger along her sensitive pussy as he did the first time: with great care and gentleness. He slowly turned her body around to feel her silky tail, descend upon her puffy ass, and grope her cute little cheeks. Abby giggled all the way. Her apprehension was all gone, replaced by the childish glee Mason fell in love with.

"You're so soft, Abby. Your fur feels like silk to the touch. It smells so good...radiates so much warmth... you really are fairer than the fairest princes in the entire world."

"Do you really think that?"

Mason touched her pussy once more. "Without any shadow of a doubt."

Abby chuckled when he lingered on her fleshy lips.

"Tickles. Please stop. It tickles!"

"Aaalright," Mason stood up. "I was just taken in by the perfect shape of your pussy. But you're right. No prince ever tickles his beautiful princess. He kisses her!"

Abby's eyes remained fixed on his cock even when he kissed her forehead.

"Something wrong?"

"It's...it's wet..."

Mason drew in a sharp breath when one of her fingers touched his sensitive tip. Abby immediately pulled back, going straight inside her mouth. Mason found that incredibly arousing. His princess licked and suckled her finger dry right in front of him, then came out with a wet plop.

"It's sweet, but weird, like that glassy thing that comes out after blood to heal wounds. Are you hurt, uncle Mason?"

"I...no! No, of course not!" he grabbed his member, then gasped at how much he moistened himself during that whole minute of staring at Abby's naked body.

Abby's little hands joined in, cupping right behind his bulging head, forcing him to tremble even harder.

"I want to help. Please, let me lick. My wounds heal so much faster when I do that."

Mason gulped down the knot forming in his throat. Lick him? As in guide him with her little tongue inside those wet, puffy cheeks and smother him with her saliva until all the pent-up pressure burst forth?

That thought was too enticing to resist. In his aroused state, Mason could barely speak. He nodded his head quickly, then allowed Abby's little hands to slowly guide his member towards her mouth. The gentle warmth of her breath rolled over his bare head. Mason closed his eyes, then shivered all over when her tongue licked the ooze dripping from his little hole.

"Haaaahh..."

"Tastes good," Abby licked her lips clean of his arousal. "You liked it, right?"

"It felt so good, Abby. So good," Mason mumbled. "But you're so small. I don't want to force you to lick me like this."

"It's ok. I want it. I want to feel, smell, and taste how a male feels like," she licked again, sending Mason into a moaning frenzy. "Sweet, just like my favorite ice cream."

She really wanted to do this, out of her own accord! Mason was in heaven. He grabbed onto her shoulders and rubbed her with his soft padded fingers.

"Alright. Take it in your mouth veeery carefully, and suck on it. Imagine it's one of your favorite lollipops, alright?"

"Strawberries! I like strawberries, and your head looks like a strawberry too, all red and swollen."

"Y-yes. Take it in now, please. I don't think...I don't think I can last much longer."

Of course she had no idea what happened when a male came, but Abby was still eager to help. She tested his cock with her little tongue a couple more times, then slowly opened her little mouth.

Mason tensed. He inched towards her, holding onto the base of his shaft to tame the wild throbs rushing through his rock hard member. Abby's tongue snuck under his cock. Heated pleasure rushed along the panther's spine, but before he could say anything Abby pushed her head forward, taking his whole head inside her wet, suckling mouth.

Wild shivers claimed Mason's body. His claws dug into the carpet below, his tail straightened above his clamping butt, and his cock bloated with a load of fresh precum.

"Nghhhhaaaaaah!" the lustful male yowled as Abby's cheeks came around on either side of his sensitive head. He thrust, just a bit, enough to lay more of his head bare to her flicking tongue.

And that felt so freaking good. Abby moaned softly, swallowing the excess fluid with hearty gulps. Her tongue was hard at work, rolling around his tip to collect the sweet nectar spurting out with each heavy throb.

Mason knew he couldn't last for long. He never felt so hot in his life. The girl of his dreams was right here, in front of him, feasting on his cock with ferocious hunger.

Shhllp. Sllluuurp. Slllllip, her suckling cheeks burst with lewd sounds. She liked his cock a lot more than he expected.

"That's good...aaaah...feels so good," Mason bent over to kiss the top of her head. "Keep sucking, Abby...your tongue feels divine, and.....mmffff, your cheeks so...so soft..."

Abby continued her treatment, her lips constricting around his girth while her tongue rolled all over his head. Mason's cock became tighter and tighter. He felt his inevitable climax bloat within the fiery confines of his crotch.

"Pppp-please...if you can...uppp...up and down."

Abby didn't understand at first. In his lust-crazed desperation, Mason pushed her head further towards his balls. Her lips slid along his cock with mind-bustling delight, then pulled back to slurp greedily on the precum he just spat.

Abby swallowed all and looked at him, her eyes big and satisfied. Mason nodded from his stiff neck, and his little Abby - his smart, beautiful Abby- started bobbing her head up and down along his raging erection. Her moistened lips kissed his cock. Her tongue rolled over and under his head. Her saliva smothered his girth, and each motion laid more and more of his head bare to the unrelenting assault of her delightful flesh.

"Grrrrrhhhhaaaah," Mason suddenly pulled himself back, stumbling until his back smacked against the wall.

Abby gasped.

The sight of her wet lips dripping with his precum was the trigger that sent Mason into the blissful fit of ejaculation. He grabbed his cock hard, then started to mercilessly pound at his already slick head until the immense pressure threatened to burst. His tubes bloated with an unrelenting wave of fresh cum, and with a sharp groan, Mason let himself loose.

Ropes of milky cum flew before Abby's widening eyes, falling into the ground accompanied by the dirty, squelching noises of his moistened cock.

"Nghhhaaaaaah....ahhhhhh." Mason moaned louder with every spurt. He came so hard. Each jet lasted as long as a heartbeat, filling him with bursts of intense pleasure.

Abby moved to touch the strange fluid, but he held her back with a shaky hand. She looked with wonder how long ropes of semen escaped from his cock. Abby tried to touch them during flight, but Mason kept her back until his balls milked themselves dry.

"Huuuffff....naaaah....gaaaah..." Mason panted after his climax reached its conclusion. "That was...that was so good."

"What happened?" Abby crouched near the lines staining the grey carpet. "What's this white stuff, and why how did it come out of your pee-wee?"

Mason couldn't tell her it was seed. She was too young for it.

"It's...it's something that happens when us males feel very good."

"But you were screaming," her eyebrows narrowed with concern. "You were shivering, and moaning, and yowling so loud. I thought I hurt you."

"No, Abby. You made me feel better than I ever felt before. Our genital organs, that is my cock, and your pussy, are made to feel pleasure. If I lick your pussy for example, you will cum too."

"Cum? What's cumming?"

"That's cum," Mason pointed at the seed soaked carpet.

Abby ran her finger along and scooped the fluid in her mouth. She swirled it inside for a few seconds, then made a wry face. "It's sticky, and tastes odd."

"Try a bit more. You'll like it, I promise."

"Can I lick your cock?" she walked towards him, cleaning her lips, intent on suckling every drop of the white-ish fluid from his sensitive organ.

Mason waved her closer. He closed his eyes, enjoying a couple more seconds of her soft tongue upon his cock. Abby took his example. She moaned softly, rolling her little tongue around his head until no trace of cum remained on his cock.

"Mmm...it is sweeter. Almost like ice cream."

"Yes, but your cum is even better than mine."

Abby thought for a second. "I want that, but...how do I cum? I touched myself there and nothing happened. It just tickles."

"I'll show you," Mason took her little hand and guided her towards her bed. "Climb on the bed, with your tail towards my face."

"But that's-"

"I'll lick you, just as you licked me. Don't worry, it will feel very good."

"Ok..." Abby climbed onto the bed and shuffled on all fours to give Mason the room to climb after her.

Mason gently rubbed her butt cheeks to get her used to his touch. Abby looked behind.

"How will it feel?"

"You'll see shortly, my sweet Abby. Just relax. Focus on my touch. Let nothing else distract you."

"Alright," she smiled. "I trust you, uncle Mason."

Her soft voice made his heart flutter. Mason slowly pushed her tail out of the way to lay her pussy bare. It looked so fragile, so soft, so beautiful. He took a whiff from Abby's sweet scent, then pressed his nose against her folds. The little cat giggled.

"It tickled."

"Not for much longer. I will lick you now, Abby."

She shifted on her feet, slightly nervous until Mason poked his tongue out. Abby laughed when he brushed along her folds

"Tickles, Mason. It tickles!"

Of course it did. He didn't want to give the impression he did this before. So he lapped slowly, rolling his tongue along her silky flesh, tasting her tender pussy with the entirety of his tongue. Abby's merry laughter rang in his ears. Mason slowly pushed himself deeper between her folds.

Abby's breath hitched. "It's...strange now. Feels...feels heavy."

Mason swirled his tongue inside. She was so wet. Tasting his cock must have stirred her instincts, for her juices ran rampant between her clenching folds. Mason slurped her juices into his mouth with a satisfied sigh.

"It will feel a bit weird at first. Don't fight it. That tickling will turn into something you will enjoy very much."

"Ok," Abby nodded. "Mason?"

"Yes?" the panther licked his lips.

"I want to cum too. Please make me cum. Please."

He smiled, then delved his tongue inside her silky pussy. Abby didn't feel pleasure at first. Her dormant instincts needed more stimulation to fully awake. Mason lapped eagerly at her folds, pushing deeper with each shove until Abby's tail started to shake.

"M-Mason...it's...it tingles."

He pulled out to lick her dripping juices clean. "Don't fight it, baby girl. Let it happen."

After a couple more licks, Abby's purr descended into soft, whimpering moans. Her half-lidded eyes looked right back at him, her cute tongue rolling between her canines with every breath.

"It's hot...I feel so hot there. And it itches. Please, scratch it away."

Mason continued eating her out with a vengeance. Abby squeaked with delight. She gripped onto the sheets, shutting her eyes as a loud moan left her throat.

"It's...it's coming. Something hot....it's...coming"

"Let it flow, Abby. Cum. Let your body push the heat out."

"Close...too close," Abby yelped, then pushed her head into the bed sheets. "I'm-I'm about to....Yoooowl!"

Mason dug his muzzle into her tender cunt and tongue fucked her as hard as he could. His baby girl was cumming. He could feel her contractions sucking in his tongue. Her heated fluid gushing in thin squirts to prepare for the inevitable orgasm.

Three heartbeats and a few licks later, Abby loosened herself. Her fluid squirted hard, hitting Mason straight in the face. He gripped her body, rounded her breasts, pinched at her nipples and touched at her ass to stimulate her tensing body.

Abby's scream flared a pitch higher. Wave after wave of sweet fragrance rushed from her soaked depths. Mason ate it all. He hungrily slurped her ejaculate, pounding her folds with his tongue until she gave every drop she had.

Abby collapsed on her side, letting Mason pant alone, his chin dripping with the gooey result of her climax.

"It felt so good. Felt so good," Abby moaned softly. She gripped the sheets, rolling her fingers around while her ears twitched and her tail shuddered. "I want to feel it again. Please, Mason...I want to cum again."

Mason crashed right next to her. Abby immediately buried her head in his chest. She snuggled closer to him. One of her legs went above his own, causing their privates to touch.

"That's..."

"It's my cock," Mason stroke her behind the ears. "I can make you feel even better if I put it inside you."

"In...inside me?" Abby's eyes widened in surprise. "You're very, very big..."

"I don't have to go all the way in, sweetheart. I'll never do anything to hurt you."

"I know..."

Abby licked his nose, and Mason reciprocated the affection with a couple more licks. He bathed his little girl with his love, rolling his tongue around her head, between her perky ears, and even on top of them, leaving her fur wet and spiky.

Then, he stopped. A presence grabbed around his precum covered head, making him stiffen with a gasp.

"I want it," Abby said softly. "I want you inside me, Mason. Please. I want to feel that strange rush again. The way my body trembled...and that pee that flowed from my pussy..."

"It's cum," Mason said. "You came, Abby. Your little pussy is a very sensitive place."

"How will it feel when your big cock is inside me?"

"You'll feel better than you ever felt before."

Abby's grip tensed. "Inside then. I want it inside me..."

Mason guided her on her fours. Penetrating her from behind was easier and better for both of them.

"Tell me if it hurts, and I will stop immediately."

"I will," Abby said eagerly. "But I know you, Mason. You always took care of me..."

"And I will continue doing so, Abby. Anything for my precious kitty. Now relax. It's going to feel a bit strange at first, but if you relax you will feel that tingling pleasure almost immediately."

"Mhm. Put it in. Put it quick."

Mason thrust his hips towards Abby and shuddered with delight when his tip touched Abby's moistened entrance. He hesitated there. Was this really the right thing to do? Fantasies were one thing, but mating the girl of his dreams and losing his virginity inside her untouched pussy was another. Abby was so young and pure, and filling her so quick with his seed somehow felt wrong. Mason imagined how much he would ejaculate inside her. Abby's walls would overflow with his cum. How would she feel about that. How would Cynthia for that matter? The male she trusted for the job was mating her daughter on her bed, inside her own room.

"Mason?" Abby's suave voice came. "Is something wrong?"

"Nothing. I was thinking. Just...give me a minute."

"It's about this, isn't it? You think you're going to hurt me. That's wrong. I want this."

"You're a child, Abby. There are many things you have to learn, mating included. This...is this really what you want? To have a male inside you before you become a woman?"

"I..." Abby looked towards the bed for a few moments before her sharp eyes fixed on Mason. "I know I'm small. Sometimes I am stupid. But I'm not dumb. If I didn't find out from you, some other male would have told me. Alex, or Timmy, or George. I don't like any of them."

"They're your age, Abby."

"And I hate them," she said with a stubborn hiss. "They're mean to me. You're not. You are always kind, and nice, and careful. You are the only male I like, Mason."

"The...only one? But what about your friends? Your-"

Abby shook her head. "I don't have many friends. You're...you're my best."

That was rather shocking. Mason felt more conflicted than he ever felt before. Abby liked him. Could she possibly love him too? So quickly?

"Put it inside. Please," her pleading eyes narrowed with desire. "I don't want anyone else to show this to me. I want you. Only you."

She had a very good point. The first time was always the most memorable. It was better she experienced her first penetrative orgasm in the caring hands of a male she trusted than a lustful stranger.

"Alright," Mason sighed. "I'll do it. But if I hear you cry out in pain once, I'm pulling out."

"Deal!" Abby said and eagerly shook her ripe little ass.

"Mrrrh," Mason grunted with delight. "Alright the, get ready. One, two, three."

He slowly pushed forward, spreading her little folds apart. Abby's walls shuddered around his tip as he entered. Mason gritted his jaws. The heat was amazing, and the lubrication left behind by her previous orgasm allowed him to slide in with barely any effort.

"Rrrrraaaaarrrh... haaaaaah..."

"Did I-"

"Naaah, it's...it feels so warm inside..."

"Do you have enough room? It's...big. So big..."

"Yeah. Just...relax..."

Abby nodded quickly. She spread her legs a bit, allowing him to slide his whole head in. Mason took a deep breath once he secured the most sensitive half of his cock inside. His whole body felt unsteady. He never imagined penetrating Abby would feel so good. She was small, yes, but the way her muscles stretched around him was just divine.

He needed more. Mason slowly pulled himself out, then slid back in with a squelching plop.

"Huff..." Abby moaned. "I feel heavy..."

"It's alright, Abby... deep breaths. It will feel better the quicker I push myself inside you."

"Do it then. It feels much better when you slide. So warm..."

Mason gently picked up his thrusts, using only half of his member to stimulate her trembling folds. As expected, Abby's breath started to pick up. Whimpering huffs escaped from her throat along with her hearty purr. He rubbed her breasts, stroke her neck, and licked along her back, easing her into her first act of mating.

Abby soon started shivering with delight, her body slowly getting accustomed to the continuous friction provided by the panther's generous girth. Mason sped up his thrusts. Soft squelches filled their ears between each thrust, accompanied by grunts and moans.

"Feels even better," Abby squeaked. "Deeper. Please, deeper..."

Mason was reluctant to immerse himself inside her narrow folds until Abby made the decision for him. She thrust her pussy hard into his crotch, forcing his whole length to burry balls deep into her shivering cunt.

"Aaaaaaaaah...." Mason gasped with sheer bliss.

"Huuffff. Mffffff...." Abby grunted and moaned.

The panther's eyes teared up from the overwhelming pressure exploding within his crotch. He fell upon Abby's back with a sharp cry, his clattering teeth grabbing at her fiery hair. He was inside her. Fully trapped inside her perfect pussy. Every bit of her tunnel kneaded on his rock hard erection, providing intense bursts of stimulation.

"Haaaaw..." Abby moaned out loud, stirring his cock, quickening his seed.

Mason trembled inside her for two throbs, then pulled out. Abby was begging him to thrust. She wanted her first to be the best. What kind of male would Mason be if he failed to provide?

"I'm-I'm going to cum inside you, Abby," he said between raspy breaths. "It'll...you'll get scared because...mff...intense. But...I'll hold you. I'll...aaaagh...I'll be with you..."

She opened her mouth to speak, and a whimpering "aaaah" left her throat instead. His precious girl was close. There was no time to waste.

Mason picked up his thrusts. He pushed through her tight little cunt, then filled her back up with the entire length of his rock hard cock. Abby's legs became more unsteady with each thrust. Mason pushed, and pushed, and pushed, barraging her sensitive cunt with his bulging cock until the breath stuck in his throat.

He was cumming. A few more thrusts and his seed would burst right out. He grabbed both her breasts with his hands, rubbing her fiercely while his hips did the job. She was so tight. So hot, and so tight. The heat in his loins became seething agony. Mason thrust three more times, then slammed his balls hard against her little ass, sending his cock into a throbbing frenzy.

Abby screamed into the bed. She clamped her jaws shut, then whipped her head around. Tears fell along her ashen fur. Her pupils were wide with lust, and her jaws clattered with bliss.

"I'm cumming..." Abby managed to cry out before her head dug into the soft sheets of the bed.

The sight of her pleading eyes sent Mason over the edge. He grabbed her petite body hard to steady her for his first spurt. His cock bloated with fresh seed, hurling a hot spear of fluid into the depths of her pussy. Abby pushed back into his cock at the impact, forcing his balls to clamp down and produce even more fluids.

"Ngghhhh!" Mason screamed with orgasmic might, grabbing his girl hard as he unloaded a second wave inside her.

She was so warm, so tight, so lovely. Her pussy clamped around his cock with quick bursts, milking the seed right out of his cock.

Mason unloaded his essence with utmost delight. Cumming inside Abby was the greatest achievement he could accomplish. This wasn't one of those fantasies where his hand did the work while his mind provided a convenient setting. He was inside Abby, inside the girl he loved and admired for years.

And she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She sobbed into the bed, wetting the sheath as much as she wet his cock with the sudden spurts rushing out of her clamping folds.

"So good..." Abby squeaked. "Aaaahh...so hot..."

Her orgasm took her like a storm, and the results were akin to a flood. She gushed out drawn-out spurts of female lubrication that washed over the entire length of Mason's cock. The heat stimulated his pleasure, loosening his seed with strong, healthy gushes.

She was right. It felt unbearably good to cum. And Mason filled her with everything he had until his balls hurt and his crotch stung with effort.

Even after the peak of their orgasm ended, they remained frozen by the rippling bliss. Mason panted, trying to recover from the hardest orgasms of his life. Abby did that too, only that she recovered much quicker.

"Remain inside. It's...warm, and nice."

"I have a better idea."

Mason grabbed her in his arms and twisted her in the air. Cum overflowed from her seed-soaked cunt to flood his sweaty crotch. Mason placed her on her side, then crashed right next to her, so they remained locked at the hips.

"I've seen you crying, Abby. Why?"

"I don't know. My body felt so strange. The heat that rushed from my pussy felt so intense. I couldn't hold it back. I tried to, but...it only made me cry like a stupid cub."

"You're not stupid, Abby," Mason licked the salty tears from her cheeks. "You're strong, and brave, and smart, and very, very beautiful."

Abby said nothing. She started at him with her gorgeous emerald eyes, then pushed her muzzle against his. Mason had no idea what happened until he felt her little tongue sneak into his mouth. His whole body shivered, and he couldn't help but reciprocate the affection by kissing his cute little girl as sweetly as he could.

"I love you, Mason," Abby whispered. "You showed me so many cool things today. Nobody would have done that. If it weren't for you-"

"Shhh..." Mason kept her muzzle busy with loving licks. "I love you too, sweet Abby. Always did, always will."

He hugged her tight to his chest. Her purr was music to his ears. There, on that bed, with Abby's pussy wrapped around his cock, Mason felt like the greatest feline in the universe. He did it. He filled his dearest Abby with enough seed to last her for days.

And she liked it. She liked it so much. Purring contently, Mason held her against his chest. Only when his cock shriveled he dared to pull away from her seed coated pussy.

The two cats retreated into the shower, where warm water cleaned their messy fur of their combined fluids.

"It's so small right now," Abby rubbed up and down along the flaccid cock. "Why doesn't it grow?"

"You know why," Mason booped her nose with his.

"Because you made sticky?" she grabbed around his balls. "Can't they make sticky again?"

"It takes a day or two."

"That's too long. I want to mate again."

"So soon?" Mason chuckled.

"As soon as you are able. You're a funny guy, uncle Mason. Always show me the best things."

"I'm also giving you the best. I have a storage room filled with presents."

"Really?" Abby beamed at the mention of presents. "What else did you get me?"

"Pfff. It wouldn't be a surprise if I tell you."

"That's mean. You shouldn't have told me then."

"What if I like to tease you?"

"I'll...nah. I can't stop loving you, Mason. You're the best!"

The panther smiled at that. He gave Abby a thorough scrubbing and showered himself twice before leaving the shower cabin. The bet sheets were their next target. Mason threw them all into the washing machine and scrubbed every drop of cum from the carpet. Only after the results of their mating were wiped out and the room was aired out Mason could finally relax.

He spent some more quality time with Abby, playing games, watching TV, caressing her beautiful fur... After an hour or so, she got so tired she jumped straight into the bed, naked as she was. Mason brought her clothes, only to have her stubbornly shake her head at him.

"Naked. I wanna sleep naked."

"Fine. But make sure you wrap yourself well with the blanket."

"Nuh-uh," Abby smiled mischievously. "You. You'll be my blanket."

Mason smiled brightly, knowing she should have expected something like this from his sweet girl. He jumped into the little bed, keeping her tightly packed against his body in the confined space. Abby didn't complain. Sleeping on her side felt interesting with a male's cock poking between her legs.

The two cats slept until morning, then went about their morning routine, naked as they were. Mason expanded upon last night's mating during breakfast, going over the basics of sex and what it implied. Abby giggled all the way through, and promised him several times to keep everything a closely guarded secret.

Mason sealed the deal with a tasty ice cream. One hour later, Cynthia came back. Abby rushed in her arms, telling her lie after lie about the amazing day she had at the park.

Her mother bought every last one of it. She hugged Mason, thanked him with a fond peck on his cheek, and handed him an envelope filled with money. He declined the offer, of course, but Cynthia had none of it. She insisted until Mason finally accepted the money.

Only then he was allowed to leave. Mason waved them goodbye, then walked with slow steps towards the elevator. He was a simple male when he first strode through this hall, and now?

Now he felt like the king of the world. After tasting Abby's pussy in such an intimate way, everything felt possible, and Mason quickly thought about the possible gifts he could buy with Cynthia's money. He would spoil his beautiful princess, but until then all he wanted was to go home, enter his secret room, and take another look at his beautiful Abby before staining her once more with his seed.

***THE END***

Mason is THE KING! He fulfilled his deepest dreams, and now he has very little to look forward to. Poor kitty...maybe he'll get to be a mentor to Abby again in the future? Wouldn't that be something you'd like to read?

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