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(Mf, ped, 1st, furry- fantasy) *** WARNING: This story contains material of a mature nature between an underaged anthromorphic feline and an adult human. The events depicted are fictional. *** She was entirely too young, innocent, and a bit naïeve when she first came to him, rain-soaked and almost pathetic. There was a kind of cold indifference about him, but he took her in anyway. Warmed her by the fire, fluffed her fur with practiced motions, gave her a warm meal and a cool bowl of cream. She was young, barely fifteen then, and it was entirely too predictable that she'd fall into the role of his Pet. She had her little corner, a nice, comfy pillow there. She had her food-bowl, her name proudly engraved on it. She'd curl up at his feet while he read, and purr contentedly when he reached down to scritch her behind the ears. She nearly cried with joy the day he brought her home a pretty blue collar. She /did/ cry when she caught sight of the dangling little heart, red with her name, his contact number. He fastened it around her neck, and she threw her arms around his, hiding her tears when she nuzzled down into his chest. She cooked, and she cleaned, and she greeted him at the door when he came home from a long day with a hug and a nuzzle, and he scritched her, sometimes kissed her cheek, and ran his fingers through her fur. All he ever asked in exchange was her companionship, her warmth on a cold night. It was one such cold night that this story began. The fire blazed merrily in the fireplace, crackling and popping and filling the house with the utterly delightful scent of burning wood. He sat on the couch reading, leaning on one arm-rest, legs splayed out across the rest of the length. She lay curled in the nook behind his knees, her head nudged up against his thigh, shoulder resting against his rear, her tail lazily curled around his ankle. He stirred gently, a soft sigh, and closed the book. She lifted her head, and a slow smile spread over his face. "Would you like to make me very happy tonight, Pet?" he cooed, his voice like dark silk, reaching over to pet her, fingers lingering a moment in the soft fur on her cheek. Her response was a gentle purr, a nudge at his hand. "Of course, Master," she replied, her own voice full of the trust she'd poured out since he'd taken her in, pure and simple trust. He only smiled wider, and stood, glancing back over his shoulder at her. "Follow," he murmured, and his simple command had her scrambling to her feet, tripping over the clumsy things a few times in her haste to obey. He hid a chuckle, and led her down the hallway to the bedroom. He sat on the bed then, perched on the edge like a bird of prey waiting for his chance, and beckoned her to take her place at his feet. She did just that, sitting back on her haunches, knees together and legs splayed out behind her. She leaned forward on her palms, and looked up at him. A few stray locks of silvery hair fell into her eyes, and absently, he reached over to brush it away. "Has anyone ever claimed you, Pet?" he asked, leaning back on the bed just a little, supported by one arm. "No, Master," she replied, her voice quiet, her voice almost trembling, and he smiled once again. His free hand lifted to his waist, fingers drawing the zipper of his jeans down slowly, wiggling the button from its hole. "Oh, good," was his reply, and he sat up a little straighter, freeing his other hand. He leaned forward, just a hair, and cupped her cheeks between his hands, warm and large hands that made her all but melt. "Be a dear, Pet," he murmured, leaning closer, until his lips brushed against her muzzle, "and take off a few of those clothes. They look awfully uncomfortable. And do remember I'm watching." She mewled softly, as he let her go, standing himself to both remove his pants and seat himself against the headboard, legs out front, hand resting on his thigh. She trembled as she got to her feet, biting her lip, fingers working against the buttons on her blouse. She closed her eyes, slipping each button out in sequence, drawing the fabric down over her shoulders, her arms, slowly. Neatly folding it, laying it on top of the dresser. She wore a simple bra, white and satin, and sooner rather than later, it joined the shirt on the dresser. He could see her nipples, already hard, though perhaps from the cold. Her breasts were just a touch above average in size, covered with the same soft sable fur that covered the rest of her body (thought a bit lighter on her belly, he noticed, and almost a shade of black at her nipples), and a subject of many a fantasy for him. They strained against her blouses when he came home, pressed against his chest when she hugged him, drove him almost mad thinking about them. Her eyes opened, and the sight that greeted her was enough to make her almost lose it. His eyelids were half-closed, his briefs had been pulled down just enough, and one hand danced gently along the head of his cock. She mewled softly, and his eyes opened fully. "Continue, Pet," came his encouragement, complete control pouring forth. A tentative smile, and she reached down to her skirt, drawing down the zipper in back slowly. She turned, then, as she did such. The skirt slid from her hips, and he grinned at her lack of underwear, licked his lips quietly while she stood, again meticulously folding the skirt and laying it on top of her shirt. She turned, then, her head dipped shyly and her arms behind her back, awaiting her next instruction. "Come here," he commanded, and as she did just that, he lifted his hips, slipping out of the briefs he wore, and began to unbutton his silk shirt. "On the bed, Pet." She sat hesitantly at his side, her legs closed demurely, and shivered against the cold. A soft chuckle, and he spread his legs. "Pet," he began, reaching over to scratch her ears, "I want you to sit here, between my legs, and suck me." She hesitated, just a moment; had he known she'd snuck a peek at the dirty books he kept on the shelf? When she hesitated a moment too long, the Master frowned. "Pet." His voice was harder now, and he took his hand from her ears. She mewled again, and scrambled to situate herself where he had commanded, her paws soft against his thighs. "Sorry, Master," she murmured softly, not daring to look up at his face. With a deep breath, she moved to hold the hard, throbbing cock presented to her, and she stuck her tongue out, gently licking at it. He relaxed, propping his arms behind his head for now, and her eyes widened just a little. The taste of the clear liquid on the tip at surprised her, and she tackled her task with enough enthusiasm to more than make up for her hesitation. Licking slowly, at first, she built up enough saliva in her mouth to coat the hard length in front of her. Maybe a bit more than needed, but this was how she'd seen the girls in his dirty movies do it. Her hand slipped easily over his cock, and she played with it a bit more before taking the head in her mouth. He sighed softly, and one hand came down, stroking her fur, her hair, murmuring soft encouragement as she slid her lips down, brought them back up, slid them a little further down the shaft this time. The timing was awkward, perhaps, between her hand and her lips, but the Master didn't seem to mind teaching her these things. "You know how I've kissed you before, correct?" he inquired, his voice soft, and she murmured a word of agreement around the rod in her mouth. "Do that to the hole in the head," he commanded, and she obeyed. Pulling her head back, her lips just barely around the purple cockhead, sucking gently. Her tongue slid along the slit, lapping it, licking it, dipping inside and trying, however gently, to force its way deeper inside. She purred softly, at the taste that invaded her there, and she happily ran one hand over his thigh. "Enough," he commanded, after a few moments of her warm lips on his shaft, and she looked up at him curiously. "On your knees, Pet. Hindparts in the air, foreparts down in the pillow. Arms straight." She complied, quickly; her pussy ached, and if his movies and books and magazines were indications, she was going to enjoy this next part. With a smack to one thigh, he corrected her posture, and she mewled softly. She felt his finger inside her, a short nail scratching at her insides, and he nodded slowly. "Played with yourself before? Good, makes this a little easier..." he purred, and his mouth was next to her ear, his breath warm. She trembled slightly, and felt the head of his cock at her entrance, pushing and begging to delve into her moist depths, and she mewled softly, pushing back against the teasing sensation. "Master, please..." she begged, quietly, her voice thick and heavy with her need. She heard a soft intake of breath above her, and then he entered her. Slowly, so slowly, because even with the heavy lubrication she offered, he still had to stretch her young, teenaged twat. "Hush, little one," he replied, as his hips met her ass, her eyes squeezed closed and her purrs loud in the quiet air. There were no words, then, as he slid out, then back in, each time just a little faster. She was kneading the bedpost she had grabbed, mewling and whimpering and moaning with each stroke in and out, with each time his hips smacked against her ass. His finger on her tight asshole shocked her, and she squirmed a little, as his thrusts drove her further and further to the edge of reason. One hand was firm on her hips, tightening even. "Just relax, my Pet," he murmured, and moved his hand from her hole down to her clit, scratching it like he scratched her behind the ears. The sound she made then made him shiver, delightfully, a soft and desperate little yowl as she began to try and squirm against him, tried to set the pace herself. For just a moment, he let her indulge. Her excitement made her hotter, wetter, and each time she threw her ass against him, he felt the wonderful feeling of her cervix against his cockhead. His hands on her hips now, holding her down, holding her still. A soft laugh, and he leaned over, biting her on the back of the neck as /he/ took over, he set the pace. It was a brutal one, his teeth digging into the fur and flesh, his hips slamming her down into the soft bed. She pushed back, her arms taunt, her body like a bowstring ready to snap. Hard and trembling. He lifted his head, tossing it back and pumping into her with everything he had. Harder, faster, and her whimpers and pleadings begging him to go faster and harder still. "Please, please, oh please Master," she begged, loudly, tears forming and falling down her cheeks. "Please harder, please faster, please please PLEASE!" He was more than happy to oblige her, his thrusts violent. One hand reached up, then, tangling in her silvery hair, tugging on it gently as she cried out, guiding her head up as she mewled and moaned loudly. Each thrust was harder than the last, brutalizing her hips, her ass, her poor virgin cunt. It was over when he cried out himself, softly and quietly. He drug one hand violently down her back, to her hips, and he felt her shudder and heard her cry out in release, felt the spasms around his cock as he hit his climax. Fingers dug into her flesh, and the white- hot warmth shot out into her, coating her, spasming and shooting into her. He could barely breathe when it was said and done, and he flopped over on his back beside her, breath coming hard and heavy, body coated with sweat. The open shirt was clinging to his body, and he shrugged weakly out of it. She, meanwhile, caught her breath quickly. With a smooth motion, she turned, and gently cleaned his glistening and softening cock with her mouth, savoring the taste of his cum and her cunt. He smiled, scratching her behind the ears. "Such a good girl," he murmured, and she offered him a beautiful smile, and made to leave the bed. A hand on her wrist stopped her, and he pulled her down close. "You're not getting off that easily, Pet," he informed her, and she mewled softly, wiggling against him and nuzzling down into his chest for the night. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 43