A Witch's Practical Application of Magicks (closed)

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My name is Thaddeus Anthony Clarke. Perhaps you were expecting a more, stereotypically feline name, such as "Rell the Hunter" or something else implying howling and strategically placed loincloths. My mistress, which in the cat language literally translates to "dammit, I want my food" (example: "Hello, mistress"), has, unfortunately, used a more familiar term to call me: "Big Boy". I believe I will be spraying her shoes tonight.

Speaking of familiar, I am a Master within the guild, although I swear they'll get the paperwork straightened out any time now. It could have been that awful Percy -- he took slights *way* too easily and I wish he had a thicker skin.

Anyway. Mistress was, what you humans would call, "of age". Her eighteenth birthday was, I assumed, unremarkable, as her moping and wretched self-absorbed whining indicated. Surely, she had *my* needs to attend to.

However, soon afterwards, she certainly did seem to have a pet project. I'm not sure if she was exactly in better spirits, but at least it shut her up, an almost celebratory event around this boring domicile.

A package had arrived, no doubt a gift from some equally uneccesary branch of her family. Apparantly, it had come from her Aunt Agatha, reputed to be an even less entertaining being than the one I was stuck with. I naturally assumed I had a superior knowledge of magic than investigation would warrant, an assumption borne out by Mistress' giddy change of heart, followed by intense (for her) magical practice from said book.

*I* returned to more important duties. There was a particularly blank wall that needed staring at.


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The Bungling Witch

Penelope Parish was eighteen today and it seemed that everyone had forgotten her birthday. Her parents were acting like it was just another day. She flopped on her bed with her knees in the air and her feet on the bed, her head nestled in her pillow. She heard the soft meow of Big Boy and turned her head. He was looking at her with that intelligent air of his.

"Come over here Big Boy"

She cooed but of course the cat turned it's back on her.

"You too, I see"

Suddenly her Mother's voice called to her from downstairs.

"Penelope, there is a package her for you"

Finally she thought, someone remembered my birthday. She jumped out of bed and ran down the stairs to the little table next to the staircase. She grabbed it up and ran back to her room, excited and happy to open a gift.

"A book, you got to be kidding, who would give me such a thing"

She spotted a letter on the floor and picked it up. She read it and smiled.

"Of course, a how to do book from Aunt Agatha "A Witch's Practical Application of Magicks"

She laid across her bed with the book on the bed and her tummy on the bed. Of course she knew she was a witch but until now no one had allowed her to do magic, now here was the book to teach her. She skimmed through the book for an hour until she decided what spell to do first. She opened the drawer to her night stand and took out her wand. She was ready. She read outloud.

"HOW TO CHANGE A FROG INTO A PRINCE"

Just what she wanted a boyfriend made of magic. The only problem was that she did not have a frog, I bet a cat would do just as well she thought.

As she read the spell she realized cat did not ryme with all the words. Well a feel changed words shouldn't change anything she though. She called Big Boy and surprisingly he came. She pet him until he purred and relaxed on her bed then she started working on the spell.

Fur replaced skin and cat replaced frog as she worked she played the words in her head.

She stood up and held her wand on the ready.

"Fur of the cat, will now become skin, make this fat cat into a lean handsome prince"

As she said this she swished and flicked, smoke bellowed up and when it dispersed, there laid a handsome prince who was really really pissed.

 

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"Fur of the cat, will now become skin, make this fat cat into a lean handsome prince"

Good, lord. It didn't even rhyme. What *has* become of magic in this day and age? It's bad enough when you can summon one of the universe's most important deities with three small sticks and 4 cc of mouse blood (or even with a fresh egg and two small sticks). I simply shook my head in magickal shame.

I think I should have noticed something when she waved that daft stick about. I think she got it from that Amazon site. I had assumed what then ensued was merely yet another flashback from all that catnip I had in the sixties, but, to my horror, my hair started falling out (much like her father's). My nipples changed (much like her mother's). And my tail was disappearing (her entire family, I suppose).

I now found myself unable to lick the lower part of my hindquarters. This, of course, was a most heinous crime among cats, so I registered my displeasure with this young woman through a series of appropriate mrowrs, hisses, and fssts (with heavy emphasis on the latter). Now, any rational civilized being (which, unfortunately only includes cats) would understand and accept this request. However, this human seemed to have a curious expression, which, I would later recall my Aunt Tessa exhibiting when stalking a particularly fat juice mouse. I could swear said human was actually... drooling.

I should also comment that "surprisingly came" part, as described previously. For the record, I beg to differ. If you consider another mammal roughly twenty times your size grabbing you by the scruff of the neck during a perfectly good nap on the sunny part of the window ledge where the gardenias used to be, I suppose you could call it that.

Did I mention the drool?


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Penelope looked at her princes face, he was handsome and that did please her. Well defined features and a noble chin. Her eyes went down lower to his neck, smooth and thick. Further down she saw a muscular chest and arms. Nice she thought as her eyes traveled down to his hard, flat stomach. Hmm, I do good work, dare I look lower.

Penelope's eyes slipped down further, she stared, shocked at what she saw.

"OH, MY STARS"

She hurried to her book and the sound of flipping pages sounded loudly in the room. Finally she found it. She looked at the prince who had a cat's private area and back to her book to try to fix it. She figured she should talk to the prince before she did something that he might get mad at. She walked over to him.

"Can you talk, Prince"

 

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I looked at my own body and it hardly pleased *me*. I had certainly *heard* of proper mammals not only losing their hair but becoming more humanlike, but as they were propogated by beings wearing curious suits, I summarily dismissed their opinions that this was a desirable event.

I, of course, was correct. Although, no doubt, my body was pleasing to this female human, that was less than my concern. Thankfully, one rather critical important facet of my masculinity was intact. Whether this was due to my inherent magical abilities, or her mere incompetance, was not of immediate concern, although I suspect a mixture of both.

I believe she said something, and I contemplated actually responding to her. I *am* familiar with human languages, much like a child is familiar with a small toy. However, there is one problem with talking with these humans: They talk back. Engaging in any communication (which I use the term loosely) with these creatures would be a definite chore.

She was walking towards me. I will admit that our change of scale was most disorienting. Normally, these humans were at least ten or twenty times my size, but now it was something of a one-to-one scale. My natural instincts were to run like hell, but, alas, nature and magic are not often wholly compatible, and I found my shoulders jammed into the window I often took refuge when leaving this immature female human.

Still, there are worse fates than being stuck in a window and having one's naked ass in the general direction of a female human. Indeed, I oft found my position like this with her, sans the stuck part. Why, I remember the time she tried to dress me up for a tea party...


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As the prince jumped into the window, Penelope's mouth dropped open. His backside was nicely shape and muscles rippled at his back and shoulder. The effect of his movement quickly washed away as she thought of the eye full the neighbor's were getting. Of course they were seeing what they thought was a man with a deformity in his private area. She ran to him and grabbed his arm.

"Merlin's beard, get out of the window, prince"

As Penelope pulled and yanked it became apparent to her that the prince who was Big Boy was just as stubborn in this form as he was as a cat.

"Alright Big Boy, come out of the window, come on, I will change you back"

She wondered if the stupid cat would listen to her. She pulled a drawer open in her night stand as her other hand pulled at the cat in the prince suit. She grabbed at something and then dangled it in front of the Prince.

"Here you go, Big Boy a nice catnip mouse, come play with it"

She bounced it up and down just out of range of his hand. She watched him switch around and rolled her eyes as now the neighbors would see a man's butt pressed against the glass. The Prince's eye's went up and down following the catnip mouse as Penelope conjoled her cat that was now less then a prince.

 

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"Alright Big Boy, come out of the window, come on, I will change you back"

Part of the trick of being a cat is to make others do work you would ordinarily do. For example, as much as a mouse is ordinarily edible, actually hunting for mice for *food* and not *sport* is truly an anathema to one who could properly consider him (or her) self a cat. Much more correct behavior is to let *others* do the feeding for you, then reinforce this behavior by presenting them, say, a thoroughly dismembered small rodent.

Same goes with magic. You'll note that, despite the obsessive need magic-wielding beings need of a familiar, rarely does the familiar do as much work. In this symbiotic relationship, an familiar with a modicum of competance will come out ahead by having the magician do all the work.

And, so, I naturally responded to the young human's words. It didn't help that she had a firm grip on a body I was not accustomed to, but we shall put that aside.

In any case, with my superior intellect -- OH GOD IT'S CATNIP! GIMME! GIMME GIMME GIMME! GIVE IT TO ME HUMAN *prancity prance prance* *hip wiggle hip wiggle la la la* I would later say, "I meant to do that" but at this time, I was preoccupied.

My next strategy was ingenuity in its simplist. I gleefully rubbed myself against her ankle, leg, and other sundry body parts. She seemed to respond appropriately, although, as said, I was preoccupied at the time.


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Peneope's eyes opened wide as the cat now in the body of a prince started to wiggle and rub his body against hers. She backed up but he kept coming at her rubbing her in places that she found embrassing and yes stimulating. Finally as she continued to move backwards, a wall blocked her from going any further. She was stuck between a wall and a prince who had his way with her in more ways then one.

Finally thinking she threw the catnip to the floor and watched the prince go crazy over it. She in turn went back to the book and started to read the original spell. Down at the bottom of the page in real small letters was the words.

"Do not do this spell on any creature other then a frog"

She sat on the bed and groaned. What to do now, she sped throught the book like demons were after her but did not find a reversal. Meanwhile the prince was laying on his back using his feet and hands to spin the mouse filled catnip toy. She began to look through the book slowly and found something about correcting extremites. When she can fix his manhood she though. She read the spell.

"Natures error can be natures best, give this prince the biggest yet"

She swished and flicked her wand at the lower regions of the prince who was really a cat. Suddenly he began growing a man's penis, and it grew and grew and grew.

"Oh no"

Was all she could say as the prince looked at her in a not so familiar way.

 

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"Mmmm... rowrr..." the Prince suppossedly said. Under the influence, his first act was to rub his cheek against her neck, much as he had done in a much smaller form. However, his weight had certainly increased, resulting in him less pouncing on her, than pinning her. Oblivious, he then mewed and rubbed, soon finding his cheek upon her breast, a delightful object indeed.

Her subsequent spell rectified things, but also introduced a rather human-sized dose of male hormones into the poor cat. As his thoughts of playfulness were replaced with meows of being in heat, he felt fortunate that humans, unlike most other animals, were able to... "do it", to use the vernacular, throughout the year.

So, naturally, he pounced again. As a natural born mouser, capturing a woman was mere child's play. She was face-down on the bed, and he was nibbling her, his soft bites and sumptuous licks on the nape of her back, while his admittedly erect penis sought its target underneath her skirt.

Things had gone from bad to worse, although, arguably, this depended on one's perspective.


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Penelope's eyes opened even wider then they had before as she saw the prince get ready to jump her.

"NO NO NO"

But it was too late as she found herself slammed against a wall. His cheek rubbed against her breast as if it was a catnip toy. It was an exciting feeling but Penelope knew it was wrong, he might look like a prince but he was still a cat.

STOP STOP STOP

Oh no he was getting that look on his face again, he was going to pounce again. Pow, penelope was on the bed face first, her butt in the air and the prince was a cat in heat and Penelope knew she would have to act quickly or be mated with Big Boy for life.

Penelope groaned in pleasure as Prince, alias the cat alias Big Boy licked and nibbled on her neck. She felt a rock hard object probing under her skirt. She twisted her body and broke his hold on her and slipped off the bed and ran across the room.

"NOW STOP IT BIG BOY"

She had to get through to her cat or lose her virtue.

 

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"Meowrrrrr..." said the naked creature, pouncing again onto the girl. He was on top of her on the floor, and began to lick her, the side of her cheek, down her neck, then through the fabric onto her bosom. He snuggled next to her, a series of contented purrs eminating from his lips. But his newest organ had a mind of its own, as her rubbed her lower parts with it, his leg in between hers. Dear Penelope had become a rather large cat toy.


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As Big Boy, her prince meowed in that strang way, Penelope knew she was in trouble. He pounced on her and brought her to the floor.

"NO, NO, NO BIG BOY"

But it didnt matter how she yelled, Big Boy began to lick her face and neck and bodice of her dress. Penelope found herself getting excited.

My Stars the cat is purring, he is content to hold me in his paws rather hands. His leg had pryed her own apart and that big organ she had magicaled was pressed against her private spot. He was moving it against her. Penelope was getting strange feelings betwen her legs. Her breathing became ragged as the cat played with her in more ways then one as if she was a cat toy.

 

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The cat became excited, aroused at the struggling of the young lady. His teeth played with her clothing, nibbling and tearing at her bodice. Part of her breast was exposed, and he licked it, licked it with the fervent grooming of a proper cat. His legs, meanwhile, raked his poor prey, succeeding in pulling, if not tearing, off her skirt and soon her most private undergarments. His weight was quite heavily pressed against her -- and something else was pressed against her as well...


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Penelope felt her clothing slipping away from her. She pushed at Big Boy trying to fight him but the cat had the strength of a thousands cats now that he was a Prince. His weight was too much for her, his body had her hands pinned down between them. She dug hard with her feet into the bed hoping to push out of his hold. That had been a big mistake as his hips slid between her legs.

The prince had succeeded in removing all her clothing and his tongue was licking her breasts wildly, she was getting a proper washing but it did not feel like any washing she had ever had. Penelope began groaning in pleasure as the cat who was a prince began to suck on her breast.

 

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As I slowly regained my faculties *hic* I heard the groaning of the human creature underneath me. Her clothes seemed to have *hic* been dissheveled and removed, though, given what she did to *me* during her *hic* wretched tea parties and walks in the park on that damned *hic* stroller, being buck naked was a state any *hic* animal should be in, even dogs.

In any case, this little kitten *hic* seemed to be putting up a struggle (no doubt due to these clothes) so I assisted with removing *hic* them. As she was groaning, I logically *hic* assumed her human habit of these clothes were *hic* somewhat related.

She, of course, smelled of strange non-human odors *hic* and the only proper way of dealing with this was a good cleaning. I *hic* started on her chest, and began licking. It was *hic* to my horror that she had but two nipples, terribly swelling ones at that. I started at the little nub, then rotated my tongue around the swellings themselves. That seemed to only make her groan more loudly. *hic* I then continued by licking up her chest to her neck, her cheek, then her lips (all covered *hic* with that icky red gunky stuff). My tongue did its best, and, frankly, it was a definite effort to clean this young *hic* lady.

I write this under feline oath that I have not taken catnip or any other mind-affecting drugs. *hic hic hic*


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Penelope tried to break the hold the Cat Prince had on her so she could change him back to his normal state. But he had her held down with his body and hands. He kept washing her as only a cat could but his tongue was that of a man. To say it was exciting was putting it mildly. She had to get away from Big Boy alias the prince or else she was afraid they might just get to know each other intimately which wasn't a comfortable thought being the prince was her cat.

If she got out of this one with her virtue, it would be a miracle. Considering how many human guys she had pushed away, she realized a cat is not as easy to disuade. If he kept licking at her nipples she was afraid she was going to lose this fight. She was releaved as he left her breasts and licked his way to her chest, neck and face. She had a chance now.

As she managed to climb above her passion ridden body, she bucked hard and broke the Cat Prince's hold on her. She ran across the room looking for her wand, wiping at her face that was very wet from Big Boy alias the Prince.

Where had she put that wand. She turned to look at the Cat Prince and could see he was getting ready to ponce once more. He really thought she was a mouse she thought. As he ponced Penelope moved quickly right and the Cat Prince hit the wall head on. He looked a bit dopy, that could work for her if she could just find the darn wand.

 

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Unfortunately, it is at this point, dear reader, that we must, again, return to the third person to describe what occured to our dear "prince". Rather much in a daze (cartoon stars and swirly things left to the imagination to add), he, for one of the few times in his life, actually stood -- or at least greatly wobbled -- on two legs. He had seen this quite often, but, alas, did not take observance, not that a blow to the head would allow proper recollection. In any case, the image of a naked man, in a twirling form of stumbling, moving across the carpet of the young woman's room would be necessary to envision, followed by same said person unpurposefully accessing the poor woman's window, and falling out into the public arena.

Or, as our dear heroine would further embellish, words said by another female amounting to, "OH MY GOD! THERE'S A NAKED MAN IN MY AZALEAS!!!"


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Penelope went into shock and Big Boy alias the Prince fell out of the window. She ran over to it and ducked down as she was naked, She put her head out of the window and their was the Cat Prince sitting in her neighbors flower bed with a stupid look on his face and totally naked. The neighbors were going to call the police. She had to stop this.

Penelope quickly threw on her clothing, her buttons were not quite right but she did not notice. She grabbed a blanket off the bed and tore down the stairs and out of the house and into her neighbor's yard. She explained this was her cousin who wasnt quite right in the head. The neighbor's were horrified when she told them he had taken a shower, gotten soap in his eyes and fell out the window.

They stepped back from the boy thinking he was not put together to tight. And as Peneope wrapped the Cat Prince in the blanket and led him into the house, she could hear them whispering.

"See I told you there was something strange about that family, Insanity thats what ti is"

Penelope rolled her eyes and led the cat prince into the house and back up the stairs and into her room without her Mother being any the wiser of what she had done.

 

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The cat-being lay down on the bed, cold, confused. As the drug ran off, he realized he was in the most horrid states for a cat -- unclean! The scratches, the bruisings, all in a day's work for a cat. But the dirt! No way was that possible. He earnestedly began to lick the cuts and wounds on his furless body.

However, a human is not a cat. The tongue is much smoother, unable to comb through short hair. Not that humans have much of that, either. But his inability to bend to, well, all the places that cats do delivered to him much consternation, leading up to a sort of resignated frustration.

And, as much as a human can write off the glare of a cat (through the inurment of repitition, if not anything else), such a look from one human to another would perhaps be most disturbing (and possibly intimidating).


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Penelope watched the Cat Prince licking himself and get quite annoyed as he could not reach the places he wanted to. She went into the bathroom and ran the tub. Thinking this ought to be good, cats don't like baths but hes a man, sort of. Will he take a bath or fight me like Big Boy would.

She grabbed the Cat Prince's hand and lead him to the bathroom. Still holding his hand, she sprinkled some water on his hand waiting for the reaction. Would he accept a bath, only time would tell.

 

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The Prince reacted rather quizzically as the young woman led him by the hand. After all, she had turned him into this unpleasant form, and there was little reason to trust her. But, led she did, to the room where he did his necessities, and found a plentiful source of running water. He sat in the tub, she ran the tub a little, and sprinked the warm water on his appendage. It was not unpleasant, though the rationality of the act (not that many other acts done by humans were any *more* rational), if any, was lost on him. With another quizzical look, he licked up the droplets, and the water from her hand. Her had tasted odd, but that was not unexpected for a human.


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Penelope was surprised that the Prince went to easily into the water. Now came the hard part introducing soap to him. He had licked some soap off her hand. Surprisingly it did not seem to phase him. She put the soap on a cloth and slowly, cautiously moved the cloth to his chest. She moved it in a circular motion waiting for the big reaction that never came, well not yet that is. Aftere she washed his chest down to his stomach, she rinsed the cloth and washed the soap away.

What was that she pondered, is he purring, could it be he likes what I am doing. Strange I would have thought he would have bolted by now. She soaped up the cloth and worked on his arms slowly and carefully again, she didn't want to spook him. He took it well and even the rinse off was easy.

She soaped up again and washed his legs and rinsed them, again no trouble. In fact he was looking at her lovingly just as a cat does once in a while. Now came the hard part, washing his private parts. She soaped up the cloth and placed it in his hand. He promptly dropped it in the water. She tried a few times and then it became clear she would have to wash him there.

Penelope thought of it clinically as something that had to be done. She tentively placed the cloth with her hand attached onto the Price's private area. She heard a load purr and looked at him. At the same time his hand went over hers and his hips started moving in her hand. His other hand lashed out, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in the tub with him. She looked at him in shock as water splashed violently about them.

 

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I tasted a most unpleasant, vaguely salty, flavor upon this female human, and, coupled with my being surrounded by water and the shock of the azaleas, naturally froze in my tracks. The creature, not content to subject me to the horrors of water, somehow decided to touch my very own chest with some sort of wet fabric. Oh, the audacity!

I heaved a rather heavy sigh when the beastly woman stopped. Unfortunately, my captor quite obvious either misinterpreted my response, or, the horror to think of it, was *encouranged* to indulge is this most henious behavior! Surely, the thrusting within my accursed appendage this wet fabric with its odd slick texture into my hands meant that I was to engage in this awful ritual upon HER! Well, I would surely not indulge in her barbaric behavior, and promptly dropped said fabric into the wretched water.

She retrieved it, reinforcing the terrifyingly unthinkable. She was going to continue to *touch* me with that! She then proceeded to continue scrubbing my -- good lord! such audacity! I gave fair notice of my intention to attack (in the form of a purr), so let it duly be noted my actions were entirely reasonable. I proceeded to give her a taste of what for, and pulled her entire body into this wretched water with me. Let it be on *her* head to endure the same sort of torture she gave to me.

Naturally, simply *being* in water was not punishment enough. I picked up the evil fabric, well wet with water, and proceeded to do unto her as she did to me. I lay next to her in the water in the tub and applied the cloth to her face, the warm water trickling down her chin. I proceeded with slow quiet movements down her neck to her chest, all the better for a long drawn-out torture us cats are well known for. I briefly took pity on her lack of nipples, then reminded myself of my recourse, stroking and fondling her bosom with the warm wet cloth. I then moved it down, lightly down her stomach to her most precious parts, the warm cloth moving betwixt her lower lips, dabbling within her thighs.

Hah! That would teach her. I rose above her within the container, my body dripping of this awful water above her nipply deficient chest, as she lay down within the warm liquid. She would, of course, give me an apology.

OOC: Or... a yummy blowjob.


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Her clothing was soaked through as the Cat Prince seemed to think she needed a wash down too. Of course he foolishly thought her clothing was part of her skin. She thanked her stars for that. The cat prince started to wash her, even though she had clothing on his strong human hands pressed through them exciting her breasts underneath the cloth. She couldn't believe how strong he was and how well he held her down.

"Stop It"

But of course because he was basically a cat, he did not listen to her but continued down her body. Her shirt had risen up and the cloth rubbed against her naked stomach. It was a strange and exciting feeling. His cloth covered hand moved down further, his hand spread under the cloth went smack dab right between her legs.

A feeling she had never had before began to make her breath heavily. He worked between her legs for a long time, she could feel a wetness between her legs that had nothing to do with the water.

He stood, his massive cat manhood stood at attention, he pulled her into a sitting position and for no apparently reason, he shoved his hard male shaft into her mouth. She had no idea this was what the cat in him expected in way of an apology for washing him. She tried to pull away and his paws or hands just held her there.

 

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"Meow..."

I wasn't quite sure what her heavy breathing meant. Was she finally recognizing her owner, was she in pain? I eventually stopped my ministrations and stood up, dripping the hated water off my otherwise tolerable body. She just sat there, staring at the humongous thing between my legs, and I offered an assist, for her to clean me off *properly*. Holding her head between my hands, I placed her lips on my manhood, and allowed her to feel the head. It was certainly not a terribly unpleasant ordeal for myself, and I admit to a coo or purr as she took me within her mouth to properly clean me. As much as I loathe such close contact with a human, I noticed myself responding in a biological way. And, her being not a cat, it was naturally so that she should continue this, properly serving her lords and masters.


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