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Chapter 6 - Suzie

Exhausted and exasperated, Oscar dragged his bicycle up the hill, desperately trying to navigate the forest. He flicked his wrist to check his watch. 14:11. Reaching into his slim-fit jeans, he checked his messages as he'd felt his phone vibrate on the bike ride back. It was Suzie.

~Suziepoo [13:58]: Hey gorgeous! I'm only an hour out. Can't wait to have fun with you babes. Grab some snacks for us?! Xx

A large pit formed in Oscar's stomach. Merely an hour ago he was side by side with the cutest boy he'd ever seen in his life… Wow, that's such a gay thought. Maybe you should come out, gayboy, came an intrusive thought in Oscar's brain. He pounded his shoes against the pedals up the hill leading out of the forest, paying no attention or care in keeping the bike undamaged, only focusing on riding home as quick as he could.

“Fuck… If she found out I'd been hugging a boy, hell, hugging anyone!" He groaned, to no-one in particular, guiding his bike quickly down a corridor in the new-build's garden, leading to a square patch of lawn; a significantly smaller size than his old house, which surprised him, considering they now essentially lived in the middle of nowhere.

Still, in the far-left side of the garden sat a large, gleaming pine shed with the doors opposing the mezzanine rear doors of the new-build. Oscar rushed his bike into the shed, slumping the bike among his brother's much nicer Furalized, locking the shed up and taking a hasty glance at his watch.

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If Oscar had a pound for every time he checked his wristwatch over the following half an hour, he'd have been a millionaire! He sat uneasily on the comfy, leather sofa, in the deathly quiet house, with two packs of biscuits haphazardly opened on a little tray, sat on a matching little footrest-come-table. That's when it rang.

Ding-dong!

Oscar stumbled up and answered the door with gusto, swinging it open, eagerly but nervously.

A stout, white cat twirled gracefully as the door opened. She curtseyed playfully, both of her brilliantly white paws twizzling the outer edges of her medium-length, tropical-themed dress. Various flowers were adorned all over, and it clung onto her plus-sized body snugly, with little ruffles decorating the arm sleeves, and chunky straps securely slotted on her shoulders.

“Yer really in th' middle of nowhere now ain'tcha, rural boy?" Blurted the mature voice of a budding lady, her voice dripping like treacle in Oscar's ears. She ruffled her hair - long, straight and ginger, juxtaposing her otherwise blanc complexion - and beamed widely at the male, subtly licking her lips.

Oscar nervously rubbed the back of his head, gazing directly into her brilliantly green eyes. Wow… she looks hot in that dress! How has she kept her fur so clean on the train? Oh crap, I've missed what she's said!

“...and then my train was cancelled, but luckily there was another. Two hours it took to get here! I'm lucky your parents covered my fare too as it wasn't cheap." She'd made herself welcome already, having parked her bottom on the contrastingly black settee and already helped herself to a pile of chocolate NorbHorbs.

Oscar timidly sat down next to her, about half a metre away, leaving a little gap. Suzie smirked a little, immediately closing the gap and leaning her stocky body against the male. A deep purr emanated from within her, and she gazed up into Oscar's eyes.

Oscar blushed a little, feeling her immensely warm body squirm and press up against his cooler side. He gulped. Shit… she knows how to press my buttons! He could feel a gentle stirring in his loins as she pressed her weight up against him. “How about'cha, handsome? Have you been miiissing me?" She teased, her muzzle curled upwards into a sly grin.

Stammering a bit, Oscar's ears splayed back slightly, his body squirming, partly in discomfort and partly in arousal. Her right paw traced teasingly around his upper thigh, squeezing and groping his muscular leg.

“O-of course I have Suzie..! It's mighty lonely here, and I haven't seen you in months… not since we started moving," sighed Oscar. Wait, did she say my parents covered her ticket? Since when was that a thing? Thought Oscar.

Suzie purred loudly, nuzzling her face along Oscar's left shoulder intimately, pulling her body to sit atop of Oscar's left leg, almost straddling him. Oscar's face flashed ever brighter a brilliant red as she used him as she deemed fit. Gazing into his eyes, she inched forward, her muzzle tilting gently to one side and her eyes curtained closed. Gulping, Oscar reciprocated like an opposing mirror, and their muzzles met, interlocking softly, each of them letting out quiet moans and mewls.

I don't ever want this kiss to end, mused Oscar's internal monologue. Their lips intermingled and explored each other. Suzie was the one to push things further, her tongue pushing up against the confinements of the space between them. Oscar obediently slackened his jaw, allowing the sloppy appendage to slip inside and slicken inside his own cat maw. He could feel her twizzle the tongue around, his heart thumping and his crotch throbbing powerfully.

Just as he felt things were heating up, she leaned back and sighed, her face flustered. “Ooof, been a li'l while heh, why don'cha show me your new bedroom?" She asked, her eyelids fluttering playfully.

Shuffling his jeans around to conceal his newfound erection, he sighed, still somewhat in a trance and collected himself. “Okay sure, it's upstairs. But let me give you a house tour first!" He was about to offer his paw out to her, but hesitated, remembering what happened last time they held paws.

“Why don't you go and get the 'doms ready, as well as your English homework, and I'll look around myself," Suzie ordered, in the guise of a question. Oscar subtly rolled his eyes and sprinted upstairs.

“Your new place is fancy as fuck!" Suzie remarked, shouting upstairs from the kitchen below. She marvelled at how much open-plan space they had, and how the light shone through the mezzanine doors and the hexagonal glass sky-roof. Her slimline heels clopped against the beautifully finished oak flooring as she helped herself to the kettle.

Meanwhile Oscar hastily whipped the bed sheets up to make it look like he'd made the bed. He quickly and haphazardly shoved various items from his desk into drawers, then dropped to his knees, launching himself under his king-size bed frame. He pulled out a metal suitcase-shaped box secured with a combination lock. Hastily entering the numbers, he opened it up.

Several bottles of half-used lube laid about, with different types of condoms making up one corner of the box. In the last corner sat bundles of rope. Just having this box open brought a significant tha-thump to his chest as he picked out a condom and a bottle of water-based lube. He noticed the condom packet had “XS" on the front. Extra small, tiny kitty-dicked boy, thrummed his brain.

“Taking your time choosing?" Smirked Suzie from behind, sipping a traditional-looking teacup. “Just anything that does the job, cutiepie." She held a long sip from the steaming hot mug in her paw, placing it down delicately on the now clear desk by the bedside. She clasped both plush paws along Oscar's clothed shoulders, and nuzzled his neck sensitively from behind, letting her paws snake around Oscar's average frame. She sensitively squeezed his supple torso, slipping up his t-shirt and circling around his left nipple. Oscar stifled a moan as he found himself powerless to Suzie's sensational touches, slackening his entire body against her and sighing in pure bliss.

Wordlessly, she thrust him onto the bed, rolling him onto his back. She clambered atop of him, pressing his legs together with her own as her chunky frame towered above him. They both exchanged a long, lusty gaze, both of them drinking in the delicate moment. Oscar gulped. Fuck… She's above me, like before… Why is this turning me on so much?!

Suzie licked her muzzle, her kitty eyes squinting intently at Oscar's snug-fitting tee. She roughly pressed Oscar's arms up, eliciting a little meep from the boy below, tugging the cloth-covering off of him entirely. Now more exposed, her supple pawpads pressed teasingly against the thin film of fat covering his medium-built structure, subtly massaging muscle areas around his shoulders. This caused Oscar to let out a moan in a mixture of pleasure and pressured pain from the soreness he experienced there.

“Someone's all stressed out," Suzie remarked softly, who continued caressing her plaything from above. She watched as Oscar's erection bulge throbbed and flexed under his jeans, begging to be released free. Resisting the temptation for now, she kneaded his shoulders, pressing deeply at the muscle groups causing the cat below to moan and groan. He wiggled and writhed as the Persian atop of him pressed, pushed and purred her way through any kind of physical or mental defense. Any problems or doubts about the relationship between them both seemed to fizzle away with every single touch against his needy, desperate body.

With a firm tug, off flew Oscar's jeans, chucked haphazardly over to a corner of the room, revealing his maroon boxers beneath; damp and slick where the tip of his pokey sat. Still obediently holding his arms above his head where Suzie had gripped them before, he trembled nervously and with excitement as the Persian hovered her paws at the waistband of his undergarments.

“Beg for it."

Oscar gulped; this was new. Was it Suzie's maturity - 3 years older, he thought, or her dominating presence that led him to feel this way? Intoxication flooded his senses as he felt almost hypnotised into doing anything she asked. With bashful hesitation, he found himself rising up to his knees, his arms pressed together and his paws splayed down in traditional begging form. He gulped and whimpered, tremors still surging through his body. A fresh bead of precum precipitated itself on the outer of his cloth loin fabric. Suzie noticed this and smirked, reaching her body down, tracing her nose right on that delicate little spot sporting Oscar's concealed sausage. Her petite, chestnut nose softly nuzzled right at the tip of his covered todger, before she extended her sandpaper tongue to graze the damp surface, taking the outer droplets into her muzzle. She smacked her lips, and raised a claw, threatening to tear the garment right off of him.

Oscar whimpered and moved his arms in panic to stop her, whimpers escaping his muzzle; those were his beloved boxers! She immediately shot him a glare that pushed him back in his place. He raised his paws into the begging position once more, and she smiled, relaxing her face again. Seeming to listen, she instead tugged the underwear down just enough to free the appendage below.

Said appendage sprang up eagerly, splattering just a dribble of preseminal onto Suzie's nose. Going cross-eyed briefly, she poked her paw to capture the droplet, before slyly looking at Oscar. She raised the bead of pre up to his muzzle. Oscar whimpered once more and, obediently, his muzzle reached forward to lick his own juice right off of her paw. He huffed, his face red as a tomato and his body quivering in anticipation as to what was going to happen next.

Suzie wasted no time; her goal was clear. She swanned her head back down, and wrapped her experienced muzzle right over Oscar's barbed cock. He was easy to take; in her eyes this made him more fun to play with, her rough tongue dancing around the pink penis, squeezing and teasing the organ. Each little suckle and squeeze of her muzzle elicited pleasured moans from Oscar, who struggled to stay upright, but did so obediently.

“F-fuck Suzie, p-please, I'm gonna cum…!" were the words that dripped like honey into Suzie's ears, perking up as she worked her maw. Wow, less than a minute, smirked her thoughts as she quickly opened her muzzle and pulled back, now face-to-face with her lover.

Oscar panted, whined, and groaned in desperation; brought so close to the edge, only to be denied release. His pink appendage throbbed and tensed, hanging lowly in the warm air of his room, dribbling precum onto the bed sheets below him. “Now now," Suzie teased, tugging the straps hanging over her shoulders down and shimmying the one-piece dress down to her waist, exposing her large, bra-covered breasts. They've got to be at least Ds, thought Oscar, who continued to pant hornily as he watched the show unfurling in front of him. A click later and the bra fell onto the bed, the Persian kicking it off entirely. The view caused Oscar to salivate involuntarily, only to realise he was doing so and embarrassingly wiped his muzzle. Suzie carefully navigated her hefty body to lay on the king-size, on her back. She dragged Oscar to lay atop of her, in a way that levelled his head with her cleavage.

“You know what comes next," murmured Suzie. Oscar shyly nodded, subtly grinding his kitty cock against the bedsheets in desperation. He nuzzled the nooks and crannies of Suzie's breasts; taking in her deep, earthy scent. I've missed this… he thought, sniffing deeply, which caused Suzie to chuckle, her paw idly stroking the tufts of his headfur. Oscar looked up, his eyes meeting hers, almost to ask for permission. She gently nodded, and Oscar traced his snout up the underside of her right breast, before taking it upon himself to lick and suckle that juicy red button at the centre of it. Suzie let out a deep, guttural moan of her own, wiggling slightly in sensitivity as she felt his rough tongue tickle and tingle one of her sensitive buttons. Oscar savoured her unique taste and scent, working his tongue dutifully over her right nipple. He sneakily snaked his paw down towards his crotch, but she quickly tapped his head as if to tell him off.

“Uh-uh. I decide when you cum, kitten."

Oscar whined, looking up at her with puppy eyes, only to grumble slightly in protest. Those grumbles were short-lived when she wrapped an arm around his head, forcing his head and muzzle to smother in-between her breasts. He let out a high-pitched squeak in surprise, nuzzling and licking between her cleavage, whining desperately, squirming incessantly against the mattress.

“Ohhh, Oscar…" she moaned, clutching the bedsheets with her pristine paws, her head tilting from side to side in ecstasy as he worked his tongue expertly over her other nipple. She clutched him, pulling him up with a “yipe", looking at her in somewhat confusion.

“Fuck me."

Her eyes locked onto his, her tone eager and her muzzle upturned in a pleasured curl, her body squirming softly in anticipation. Oscar blushed, retreating and sitting back up, fumbling around with the condom package. As he did so, his kittyhood started to retreat back into his sheath. He whipped the condom on, but his member had already slunk back away into its home.

Suzie waited eagerly on the bed, idly fingering herself whilst Oscar grumbled at his body. He looked over at the needy Persian and found himself somewhat strangely sickened at the sight before him. He briefly closed his eyes, and all he could imagine was Xio's lithe figure laying there - idly stroking his red rocket. Snapping back to reality, he hastily machine-pumped his delicate sheath, mrowling as he felt himself approaching orgasm but not firming up, grunting in frustration.

By now Suzie had sat up, leaning on her right paw, her left paw dripping with her juices as the stench of hormones and musk dripping in the air. She turned her head curiously at Oscar, watching him masturbate his sheath furiously. “Seriously?" She asked, partly in disbelief, partly in annoyance as she noticed the lack of pink where his paw was stroking. Suzie slapped Oscar's wrist, causing him to recoil slightly as she took over; her soft, supple paw squeezing his soft sheath, her squeezes borderline aggressive.

Oscar blushed, and whimpered quietly to himself. I can't even keep myself up.. what's going on?! Oh god, that feels nice… shit, I'm gonna cum! He let out a warning whine and opened his muzzle but it was too little too late, as a pathetic little dribble of thick, white semen spewed out from the confines of his fluffy sheath, helplessly bucking into Suzie's chunky paw stifling a moan. The orgasm was over before it had even started and his whole nethers ached. Suzie slowly retreated her paw back, glaring at Oscar, her own sex dribbling in anticipation but it was clear to the black cat that the moment had well and truly been ruined.

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“I like yer' alliteration, but the word 'fanciful' don't really make much sense here," explained Suzie, who patiently scoured through Oscar's written short. Oscar groaned loudly; they'd been at it for an hour once they'd cleaned everything up from earlier, and he was fed up with his English homework. He begrudgingly nodded, flipping his pencil eraser-side-down, scribbling it out. “There. I've changed 'fanciful' to 'elegant'. Can we take a breather now?" Lashing lazily his head at Suzie,, who was hunkered down, her head hanging heavily over the modern pine desk in Oscar's room, sifting through the 4 pages that Oscar had written.

“If you hate your homework so much, then why did you sign up for the course?" She quizzed, tilting her head at him. Oscar sighed. “I like the classes but I already work my nuts off in class! I didn't expect there to be homework, like it was at school," he sighed, “plus it's a paid for course and my dad basically made me pick one. It was that, or get a job." He'd had a splitting headache for the past 45 minutes, and the heat steaming sunnily through the window only made matters worse. Just sitting there he'd worked up a sweat, his t-shirt damp and clammy. Suzie smirked. “I did practically all of yer homework whilst you was at school anyways! And maybe a job wouldn't be such a bad idea, then you could come see me!" She smirked, jabbing him in the rib causing Oscar to recoil and stick his tongue out playfully at her.

“Ugh. I'm grabbing a cider. Want anything?" he offered, stretching his whole body upwards, his slender, black tail uncurling behind him. The persian stood with him, using the extra vulnerability to squeeze herself right up against Oscar and stretched up right on her tippy-toes, managing to smooch his cheek. “Just a water's fine for me, been tryna' drink more since my stupid kidneys decided it wanted to make stones." Oscar blushed lightly at the smooch, then led the way down the plush, carpeted stairs. Reaching the bottom he felt a sharp sting on his left ear.

“OW!" Oscar whipped around and eyed up the cause of the pain. Standing by the front door was a boy about the same height as Oscar, but younger, but more muscular, bearing a trim but meaty body. He bore Oscar's father's details; his head representing a black panther, with the same piercing yellow eyes that drilled directly into Oscar's, as well as that shit-eating smirk that he always seemed to wear, particularly whilst winding Oscar up. He wore branded jeans and a Pumaa t-shirt that was worth more than Oscar's entire wardrobe. Around his left wrist was a golden bracelet matching his father's.

“Hey Suzie," smiled the mini-father lookalike, who swaggered over, meeting the white Persian with a tight hug. Suzie grinned and squeezed him, picking him up with ease in a waist-high chokehold, only for a brief moment before he was let down. Suzie reached up and ruffled the boy's hair. “Jamie! Fuck me, puberty's hit you like a tonne of bricks," she exclaimed, her emerald eyes eyeing eagerly his hormone-induced body. Oscar's muzzle wrinkled, and his forehead furrowed into a frown, the cat disappearing to the kitchen for the ciders. In the background he heard Jamie whisper something to Suzie, both of them staring directly at Oscar, giggling amongst themselves. Jamie wasn't due home for another hour. I wonder what he's saying to her? He better not be causing trouble!

Jamie meandered mindlessly into the dining room and grinned, doing something that caused Oscar's ear to flick and throb in pain. Oscar growled, his fur immediately standing on end with his tail rising defensively. It was a sight to behold, but Jamie didn't look phased at all. “Will you stop throwing things at my ears?!" Oscar hissed, his whole facial structure wrinkled up. His paws clenched instinctually, watching as Jamie stood there, looking casual and innocent, checking his Apple watch. “Dunno what you mean." The denial made Suzie giggle, who leaned against the entrance to the hallway, watching them both. Oscar's right ear tilted Suzie's way and immediately he relaxed his body. “Just leave me alone, please," Oscar pleaded, his voice dripping with exasperation as the psssh-click of the fizzy cider echoed in the room. Oscar started sipping, closing his eyes to enjoy the fruity taste, when he felt the can swiped away, right under his nose. “Thanks, bro!" Jamie taunted, darting upstairs with what was Oscar's can of cider.

“Wow. Since when did you two have such savage sibling hate?" Asked Suzie, her expression bemused. She waltzed into the kitchen to make herself a glass of water. Oscar sighed and shook his head. “It's gotten worse since the move. I think he's got it in him that he needs to impress people," he explained. Suzie shrugged, glugging back a glass of water, before refilling it.

“Also," Oscar started, “I caught him pawing to gay porn." Suzie coughed and spluttered, practically choking on her drink as she chuckled through the coughing. “Fucking hell, really? No wonder he's pissed atcha! Who else have ya told?" She smirked, to which Oscar replied: “No one yet, I actually feel kinda sorry for him. He was mega pissed at me though. Not my fault he kept the door open!" Oscar responded, also with a light chuckle. Poor guy is probably really insecure. Shouldn't give him a free pass for douchebaggery. Definitely taking after dad, he thought.

Leading the way back upstairs into the bedroom, he flopped on the bed, a new can of cider in one paw. He leaned back against his neck-supportive pillow and Suzie joined him, the bed creaking as she shifted to sit and lean next to him. Oscar draped his spare arm behind Suzie's shoulders and neck, his paw gently caressing the delicate nape and side of her neck, tingling the area. He felt Suzie relax and sigh happily under his little touches.

“So… are we gonna talk 'bout earlier?" she queried quietly, her eyes closed and her whole aura relaxed. Oscar blushed, tensing up somewhat. “Do we have to?" A moment of silent pause fell upon them, Oscar retreating his arm and paw from the Persian. Suzie opened her eyes and rested her left chunky paw on Oscar's in his lap. “You do know you can tell me anything, right? Don't need'ta start gettin' jealous do I?" she asked, her tone deepening. Oscar rapidly shook his head, looking surprised she'd suggested anything. “N-no! And of course, moving house is just so stressful 'n' stuff." Yeah, but that's not the full truth, is it? Lying by omission is still lying.

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5PM rolled around quicker than Oscar expected. Admittedly, his time with Suzie had been not quite as daunting as he thought it might be, although ever since they'd had that talk on the bed, he'd noticed Suzie was a tad more distant for the rest of the day, even though they'd mostly played video games, which Suzie won because of course she did. As Suzie left, Oscar's parents came up the driveway at the same time, and Oscar spotted them having a fairly lengthy conversation in the front garden - probably just catching up with stuff, although he never really remembered Suzie having any kind of close relationship with his parents. Jago was the first to enter, the hunky black panther wrangling his broad body through the door. He barely acknowledged Oscar's presence, giving him a grunt in the form of a 'hello' before trudging upstairs. Oscar's ear tipped up as he heard his dad talk to Jamie. Business as usual with the favouritism, thought Oscar, who tried not to let the bitterness affect him so much.

At least he could count on his mum to acknowledge his existence. Lily stumbled through the doorway, clutching multiple shopping bags to which Oscar sprung up to help her. “Thanks darling," she said sweetly, smiling at him. Oscar purred lightly in response as he brought the shopping bags into the dining room, ready to be sorted in the fridge. “How was your time with Suzie?" She asked, clopping past him in her stout high heels towards the kitchen. Oscar shrugged. “Yeah it was cool I guess. Did you buy her ticket here?" He asked, having remembered Suzie mentioning it before. Lily, who looked quite akin to Oscar only with a more feminine face and a larger frame, shook her head. “No darling, not unless your father did." Is she lying? She's fidgeting. Oscar raised an eyebrow, but decided not to press things further, instead helping organise and put the shopping away.

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Oscar laid in his king-size bed, staring up at the blank ceiling, thoughts running through his head. When is Jamie going to lay off of me, and why don't my parents do anything about it? Why do I keep thinking of that wolf boy? I wonder what he's doing now? Fuck, now I've got a half chub before bed, ugh, why am I like this? What the hell am I going to tell Suzie? She'll rip my dick off! Sex earlier was fun, though I was so stupid. Why didn't my body work the way it usually does? Am I turning gay now? What the fuck is actually going on with me? Why is Xio's family so weird and controlling? Oscar pulled his spare pillow up over his face, groaning loudly. It was going to be a restless night.