My third entry in a shaky series of short, smutty, standalone stories about people having sex with cute pet catgirls and catboys. If humans and catfolk can interbreed, are they really different species? Fuck if I know. All sexually active characters are eighteen and older. Have fun!
"See you later, Mommy!" Allie called behind her as she bounded out the backdoor of the house, her tail up, her collar bell tinkling, and her long white hair trailing behind her.
It was a beautiful spring day out, and the waifish young catgirl took a moment to savour her surroundings. The sun was warm, the air was sweet, and the new grass felt cool and soft beneath her bare feet. The wind was still a bit chilly, though, and as she stood there a gust blew through the yard and swept under her red thigh-length skirt. She shivered slightly as the cool air touched the warm, dewy fluid that seeped out from her puffy pussy to trickle down her thighs. The chill caused her tail to puff out and her nipples to poke through her white untucked blouse, but the fire inside her burned hotter still, for Allie was very much in heat.
Allie would normally be on the Pill to manage her heat, but his time, Allie was on a mission, and her body was awash with hormones driving her to see it through. So without further ado, Allie casually leapt onto the wood pile, gracefully mantled the back fence, and daintily walked atop it with impeccable balance.
As Allie walked the fence next door, a familiar voice called out to her from the house.
"Hey Allie!"
She looked over and saw a young catboy about her age waving at her from an open downstairs window.
"Hey Max!" Allie called back, sitting on the fence. "What's new with you?"
"Mistress Karen is doing spring cleaning," replied Max. "I'm just staying out of her way. You can come over if you want, by the way."
Allie smiled back, dropped down into the yard, and walked up to the window with her tail held high. Max was an indoor cat, but everything inside the fence was still his territory. Other catfolk might not respect that, but Allie liked Max. She thought he was cute with his tussled black hair and yellow-green eyes. She wondered if he was a virgin.
"What about you? What are you-?" Max started to ask before his nose began to twitch. "Um... you smell different, Allie..."
"Oh? Good different?" Allie teased, swishing her skirt this way and that.
"Um, uh... I... I don't know..." Max stammered as he sniffed the air. "I think it smells good..."
"I bet it does," Allie giggled. "I'm in heat!"
"Wait, whah?"
"Ta-daaa!" Allie cheered as she suddenly lifted the hem of her skirt to show Max her uncovered pussy, her flushed and dewy petals glistening in the daylight.
Max was speechless. Allie laughed.
"Yep, I'm going to try and make kittens today!" she chirped brightly. "You do know how to make kittens, right Max?"
Max nodded, still dumbstruck, but staring wide-eyed between Allie's legs, his nose pressed into the window screen. Suddenly, a new voice rang out from inside the house.
"Max? Sweetie? Where are you?" called Max's mistress, bringing him back to his senses.
"Coming!" he called back over his shoulder. "You should go, Allie. Karen's still miffed at you about her sunflowers."
"That was last year!" Allie protested. "And it was an accident!"
But nonetheless, she took his advice and scrabbled back atop the fence and departed, leaving Max to watch wistfully after her.
* * *
Allie would have loved to stay and try to coax Max out of the house, but it wasn't worth the risk with Karen around. The last thing Allie's Mommy needed was the neighbour haranguing her about how her precious pet catgirl was a little slut.
Even if that was, in fact, completely accurate.
It was for her Mommy's sake that Allie had let herself go into heat in the first place, after all. Allie's Mommy was a loving, nurturing, single woman in her 50s who had adopted her shortly after her own human children had grown up and moved out. All through Allie's adolescence, it was just her and Mommy, and they were very happy together. Now Allie was grown-up too, and while she certainly wasn't moving out, she could tell that her Mommy sometimes missed the little kitten who had filled her empty nest.
The obvious solution, of course, was to make Mommy another kitten. It was the perfect plan! All she needed was a male to breed her.
Fortunately, Allie knew a number of males, human and feline, around the neighbourhood who would surely be happy to help her. One of them just happened to live just a few houses over.
Terry was a freckled young lad with sandy-blonde hair and growing muscles. He and Allie were longtime friends, but their relationship had changed last summer when Terry's high school girlfriend had dumped him after graduation. Allie, ever a good friend and no longer a virgin by then, had comforted him by letting him vent his hurt feelings into her tight, welcoming pussy. Since then, Terry was often Allie's first choice for a friendly fuck.
Terry was working on his car in the laneway, but the sound of Allie's bell alerted him to her presence.
"Hey Allie. You're looking pretty today," he greeted her without actually turning away from his work.
"Awww, thanks, Terry," Allie said brightly. "Wanna' fuck?"
Theirs was not a subtle relationship. Even so, Terry was taken quite off guard.
"Wait, wha-?" he sputtered as he whipped around to see Allie presenting her pussy to him as she had for Max.
"Please? I'm really horny." Allie pouted.
Terry had never seen Allie so wanton. Later, with the benefit of hindsight, he would reflect on this with some suspicion, but at the moment most of the blood in his head was already rushing south.
"Fuck, Allie..." he muttered, looking around to make sure nobody was looking. "What if my mom catches us?"
"We can be quiet," Allie replied with a smirk, dropping her skirt to remove her collar and bell.
Satisfied with that answer, Terry quickly led her into the open garage and closed the door partway. Another problem occurred to him.
