A second effort in an alleged series of short, smutty, standalone stories about people having sex with cute pet catboys and catgirls. Is it considered weird to have sex with your pet catfolk in this world? Does it count as interracial or interspecies? All I'm going to say is that everyone involved is eighteen or older. Enjoy!
Roxanne strode into the bedroom of her tiny apartment, fresh from the shower. She turned on her fan, sighing to herself as the moving air cooled her exposed skin before she doffed her shower cap, loosened the towel around her body, and began methodically drying herself off.
Before getting dressed, Roxanne took a moment to admire her chubby, curvy, caramel-coloured body in the mirror that stood in the corner. As a teenager, Roxanne had hated her body, and the cruel comments it provoked from the other girls, but that was then. No longer a sullen, overdeveloped girl with only Gary to confide in, the Roxanne who smiled back at her now was a confident, outgoing, and energetic young woman who loved every inch of herself. University had brought new friends, new experiences, and new discoveries, one of which was that many men were actually quite attracted to fun-sized girls with wide hips, soft bellies, and bra sizes that reached into the middle of the alphabet. Over the past few years, Roxanne had gone from being a perennially lonely virgin to bedding a new guy almost every weekend. Granted, few of them were really "boyfriend material", but she was having too much fun to care. Although it might be nice to find someone a little more reliable...
In any event, Roxanne had no dates planned for this weekend. Classes had been hard this week, and she was looking forward to getting changed into comfy pajamas and spending the evening on the couch with Gary. Speaking of whom...
Roxanne glanced over at her closet door, which was firmly closed. It was an old louver door, and some of the slats were warped, creating noticeable gaps. The hot pink panties she had deliberately hung on the doorknob were missing. Grinning slyly, Roxanne began to sway in front of the mirror, her hands slowly crawling up her body to lightly fondle her enormous breasts. It actually felt quite nice. Her breasts had always been sensitive. She loved it when her weekend lovers lavished foreplay upon her soft, squishy tits and fat, dusky, suckable nipples, and on several occasions she had been so turned-on from it that she came almost instantly when their hard cocks finally slid inside her. Roxanne often wondered if she could cum from her tits alone, but none of her boytoys were that patient, and it never felt quite as good when she tried it herself.
Regardless, Roxanne was getting quite horny now, not only from touching her breasts, but knowing she was putting on a show. She turned back towards the closet door, her hand sliding ever so slowly down over her belly, creeping toward her steadily moistening, freshly shaven pussy... Then all of a sudden she lunged forward and yanked the closet door wide open, revealing a very startled catboy with pale skin, fluffy ginger hair, his pants around his ankles, a pair of hot pink panties in one hand, and his own hard cock in the other.
"Ngyahhh! R-Roxxy!" he cried out as his mistress grabbed him by the wrist (the one clutching her panties) and pulled him out from the closet, his tail puffed out and jerking to and fro behind him.
"You know, for a cat, you're really not very sneaky, Gary," Roxanne laughed.
"H-how did you-?"
"Oh, you were quiet, but a girl knows when something's up, so I set a little trap," Roxanne gloated. "For one, I left that door open when I went in the shower."
"Oh," the young catboy muttered, looking down in shame, as though trying to hide his face behind his tussled mop of ginger locks.
"And I left these panties out as bait," Roxanne added. "Do you like them?"
Gary didn't answer. At 5'2", short even by catboy standards, he and Roxanne were exactly the same height, but now he seemed to shrink so that she appeared to be looming over him. Roxanne sighed and let go of his wrist. Gary quickly dropped her panties and covered his penis with both hands, an act that Roxanne couldn't help but find adorable.
"How long?" Roxanne asked him gently. "How long have you been peeping on me like this?"
Gary's tail twitched as he hesitated.
"Couple months, I guess..." he answered eventually. "Maybe more?"
"Why?" Roxanne asked.
"I... I was scared of the men..." Gary muttered.
"What men?"
"The men who came here to have sex with you."
"Wait, you've been spying on me fucking?!" Roxanne exclaimed.
"I didn't want to!" Gary wailed. "I mean, not at first. I tried hiding in the other room, but I could hear you! I could
smell
you! I just... I had to see you too..."
Roxanne blushed. She was, of course, aware of Gary's indiscretions. Shortly after they had moved in together, Roxanne had began to notice him sneaking glances at her, especially her tits. Not that she really blamed him. After all, Gary was no longer an innocent little kitten, but a young tomcat with a young tomcat's needs.
Then she started noticing other signs; her panty drawer having been disturbed, the bathroom door cracking open as she showered, and most recently his distinctive ginger hairs on her clothes hanging in the closet. Gary was clearly having very unpetlike thoughts about his longtime mistress, yet he never made any overt moves on Roxanne, even when he snuggled up beside her at night.
