The New Pet

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[OOC : This is a closed thread for myself and slicemeup.]

Nesbert Holdings was not a corporation many knew anything about, which was the entire intent behind the corporation in the first place. It served as a convenient shield for the real corporate interests of the board of Nesbert Holdings.

Biogenesis Ltd.

The biotech company had been at the forefront of a few major discoveries, as well as a few equally quiet patents being issued by the government, in return for some equally quiet benefits to the US defensive capabilities. Genetic manipulation, with the intent of eradicating genetically passable conditions, was also applied to make humans better in other ways. More resistant to damage, heal faster, be stronger. The list went on. The scientists managed these feats of near miraculous outcomes by borrowing from what nature already supplied.

Boosted reflexes, increased agility and dexterity were isolated in the DNA of felines, but every time they introduced the foreign DNA, they would get too many other feline elements coming through, making the subject more monstrous than human. The same issue came up when using Canine/Lupine DNA, and any other animal DNA that was infused into a subject.

But the testing and research continued, and one scientist discovered a combination that was useful in a totally different way that would allow the corporation to recoup some of the money spent of the research.

"We have a Nekomimi!"

"A what?"

The scientist sat down carefully, adjusting the white coat to maintain his appearance before the expensively dressed executive across the table.

"A catgirl. For years, there has been a genre of anime about these creatures. There are people out there would would buy these from us for a small fortune each. With a little tweaking, they would be a perfect product."

"How so?" The executive was more curious now.

"Well, they are the feature of many sexual fantasies. With the proper adjustments to their neurological layout, and some training, they would be... well... sex toys. Their pain thresholds are higher, they are much more agile, flexible, playful. Make them loyal to whoever owns them..."

"How long before you can demonstrate one of these?"

"About five to seven days."

"Do it."

Through a dummy corporation, Neko Unlimited, the newly created creatures were being sold to a discrete customer base under the full sanction of the US, Japanese, Chinese and most European nations. Most citizens were unaware of the new creatures, and Nesbert Holdings was working on the PR campaign for when the news finally broke that the creatures existed.

The main line of research continued, while the artificially created, then bred, catboys & catgirls were sold to further the company's bottom line. All was going fine until...

"Doctor Rosemont?" The mousy looking woman shifted from one foot to the other, occasionally glancing over her shoulder.

"Mmmm? What is it, Angela?"

"We... have a problem."

The graying man lifted his head from looking at the monitor, peering over it and his glasses at Angela, who's face was growing lighter by the minute.

"What kind of problem, Angela?"

"Subject... ah... N-two-one-five, Doctor. She's... um... she's..."

"She's what? Ill? Refusing to eat? She's not scheduled for mating is she?"

"She's... missing."

 

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It had all happened by accident. The nameless female subject, N-two-one-five, had never intended to cause a fuss. It wasn't her fault, the technician sent to feed her had kicked one of her toys. The little doll became stuck between the door and frame, keeping the locking mechanism from catching. She was naturally inquisitive, as were all felines. So it only seemed reasonable, that she would venture forth from her bed and nudge her little nose through. And of course, where the nose goes, the rest must follow.

Her hand-paws slipped through the crack and pushed the door open. There was no one else around, so in her feline mind, the nameless female decided it was safe to venture out. She stood on her long legs and slid through the crack in the door, her whiskers twitching with excitement. Her foot-paws were silent as she wandered down the hall, peeking into windows. There were others like her, but not quite the same. There were many different tails, some fluffy and long like hers, or sleek and smooth, and a few that seemed to have been lopped off, ending in little tufts of fur. The female wanted to approach these Others, but their doors were closed up tight, and she couldn't get them open.

Deciding to continue her wandering, she padded down stairs and onto different floors. In the rooms, she saw training taking place. Various programs were being run, simulations being given. The Others like her were being tested and probed in various ways, or in different stages of training. The nameless female knew what was happening, but didn't comprehend a 'why'. No one told her, and she had never seen a reason to ask.

Until now.

In her innocence, she wandered the halls and different floors. The nameless female designated N-two-one-five searched for signs of Pee-pul. Pee-pul were the technicians and doctors, anyone covered in cloth who smelled inviting. They always smelled good, whether male or female, but males seemed to be the most pleasant. They liked to pet and hear her purr, stroking her head and back, or gently tugging her tail. She liked it best when they tugged her tail- it sent pleasant shivers through her whole body, much like being in heat without the urgent need.

'A male, a male, I should find a male...' She peered around corners and into open doors, 'I need to find a male...'

 

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Greg Smith had another one of his standard work days; a day full of dickhead coworkers who didn't know how to find their assholes with a detailed map and set of instructions, plus somehow fielding calls from clients that were talking about matters that weren't even covered by his department at best, or by any of them at all.

He stopped at the Hunter's Lodge, a semi respectable drinking establishment just on the edge of the urban sprawl, but far enough away to give the illusion of being in the middle of fucking nowhere when a person could get safely plastered without having half the known world seeming to know about it. It had that delightful mix of bright lights that created pools of welcoming darkness for the bitter drinker, like himself, to hide in while they poisoned their sorrows. He had walked in with his sleeves down and tie up, but when he left, they were in the reverse order, and he was feeling remarkably mellow and wanting to hurt his co workers rather than killing them.

He took at look at his reflection in the glass of the door when he got outside in the cooler air. His hair was still chock full of black, cut short enough for it to have a nice buzz effect. His face had managed to accumulate the five o'clock shadow by 2:30PM, giving his angular face a somewhat rugged look. If his complexion was a bit more olive, he would have been considered to be a "dark, broody" type given the near coal coloured irises nature granted him.

"Male model material ya shoulda been, rather than some pencil pushing fucker like the rest of those pencil pushing fuckers."

A loud belch announced the other door had opened, and a large man wearing an equally large beard and well worn flannel and jeans staggered out, giving him a bleary look.

"I'd say it's just sweat, buddy." He took a deep sniff. "Can't smell any puke on ya."

"Thanks. Nice to know there a good fellas like you still in the world." Greg clapped the fellow drunk on the shoulder, and headed for his car. Greg knew what he was doing was not the smartest thing in the world, but at that moment he had no other way of getting home. He came to a halt beside the driver's door, and thought it through for a few seconds.

He turned around, and walked ten steps in a straight line, heel to toe the entire way. "Yep, that's good enough for me to drive." Feeling much happier, he got into his car, fired up the engine and headed home. He had the windows down, and the cool air rushing through definitely cleared his head enough to make him safe enough behind the wheel. But it had one other undesired side effect.

"Fuck." He scanned the side of the road, and found somewhere safe to pull over. He leaped from the car, dashed just far enough into the tree line and whipped out his cock and let the stream run free, to a loud sigh of relief. "I knew I should have gone before I left." He sighed again as the pressure, and associated discomfort, lessened.

"Now, that'll make sure I get home without any more interruptions." He tidied himself up, turned and headed back to his car.

 

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N-two-one-five had wandered much further than she should. Her ears twitched atop her head at all the new sounds and smells. There was a place beyond the halls and Pee-pul who weren't dressed in white coat-things and overalls. The light from the sun was bright and hurt her eyes, but the nameless female was fascinated by everything she saw. It was new and thrilling, from the long grass tickling the underside of her tail as she walked, to the sounds of big things roaring by on a hard, rocky path. The earth was warm and soft under her bare toes, and didn't feel like anything they had where she was born. She kept moving silently away from the place where she had lived her entire life, her nose picking up new smells, curiosity making her seek out their sources.

The nameless female followed a squirrel up a tree, and was trying to pop her hand-paw into an opening to grab it, but a smell and noise caught her attention. She scurried down the trunk, not making a sound, and hid in the tall grass. Holding her breath, she watched him get out of the big thing on the side of the hard path and open his clothes to relieve himself, much like he was marking territory. If a boy like her ever did that, he would get a squirt of water up the nose. And probably a hard spanking. Spankings were only fun when you weren't being punished.

Shaking her head to cut off the musings, N-two-one-five scurried through the brush to the thing he had come out from. His scent was all over the interior, and she rubbed her chin and cheek against the seat as she purred. He smelled good, especially so. There was something very enticing about a male's scent that made her shiver and purr in mild arousal. Her tail flicked around as she thought, and the female decided this was the Pee-pul she should go with. Quick as the feline she was, her body was sleek enough to squiggle into the back seat, where she crouched low and pulled her black-furred tail up over her blue eyes.

Her ears flattened as he finished relieving himself and started walking back towards his thing. Hopefully, this male Pee-pul would take her far away, where she could find new smells to follow.

 

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N-two-one-five had wandered much further than she should. Her ears twitched atop her head at all the new sounds and smells. There was a place beyond the halls and Pee-pul who weren't dressed in white coat-things and overalls. The sun was already dipping low and the air had grown cool, but the nameless female was fascinated by everything she saw. It was new and thrilling, from the long grass tickling the underside of her tail as she walked, to the sounds of big things roaring by on a hard, rocky path. The earth and grass was soft under her bare toes, and didn't feel like anything they had where she was born. She kept moving silently away from the place where she had lived her entire life, her nose picking up new smells, curiosity making her seek out their sources.

The nameless female followed a squirrel up a tree, and was trying to pop her hand-paw into an opening to grab it, but a smell and noise caught her attention. She scurried down the trunk, not making a sound, and hid in the tall grass. Holding her breath, she watched him get out of the big thing on the side of the hard path and open his clothes to relieve himself, much like he was marking territory. If a boy like her ever did that, he would get a squirt of water up the nose. And probably a hard spanking. Spankings were only fun when you weren't being punished. He was definitely a Pee-pul, although his scent was marred by something acrid and almost clinical. Like the cold stuff they rubbed on her skin when they gave her shots. She didn't like shots. But he didn't have one, and he wasn't a Pee-pul she had seen before.

Shaking her head to cut off the musings, N-two-one-five scurried through the brush to the thing he had come out from. His scent was all over the interior, and she rubbed her chin and cheek against the seat as she purred. He smelled good, especially so. There was something very enticing about a male's scent that made her shiver and purr in mild arousal. Her tail flicked around as she thought, and the female decided this was the Pee-pul she should go with. Quick as the feline she was, her body was sleek enough to squiggle into the back seat, where she crouched low and pulled her black-furred tail up over her blue eyes.

Her ears flattened as he finished relieving himself and started walking back towards his thing. Hopefully, this male Pee-pul would take her far away, where she could find new smells to follow.

 

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Greg walked back to his car, whistling a little tune as he walked. He slid back into the driver's seat, feeling a lot more alert from his stop and trip in the cooling air. He shivered slightly as the car engine started, along with the stereo, and he pulled out to resume his trip home.

The stop to have a drink helped him wind down enough to put all of the work related crap behind him, and focus on getting home, having dinner and relaxing in front of the TV and watching something sports related. The road was quiet, with the normal load of traffic for that time of day going past him in the other direction, which amounted to about five vehicles in total, four of them 'redneck mobiles'; enormous tray back SUVs that tried to rival Hummers for ridiculous dimensions.

After twenty minutes of peaceful driving, he pulled into his driveway going straight into the garage, and waited for the garage door to close before making any moves to get out of the car.

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Dr Rosemont was pacing like an angry tiger on a caffeine overdose. Everyone in his charge was watching him like a tiger's favoured prey.

"How the hell did she get out in the first place?"

"We don't know, Doctor." By default, Angela was left to be the bearer of the news concerning N215 as she was the one to break the news initially. "She was not in a monitored block -"

"What?!?"

"The latest extension to the holding cells haven't been properly connected to the security systems yet. That's due to happen tomorrow."

"So, all of this time, anyone could have been doing anything in there, and we wouldn't have known about it? How many subjects do we have in there?"

"Currently, fifty two, Doctor."

Rosemont sighed with frustration. "Once we know that the security is actually activated, and all the monitoring systems are working, then we will have to run a complete health check, as well as all the Sigma protocols on all of them, and log them with the reasons why."

Faces went pale in the room, knowing that any breaches of security were dealt with harshly by the company's superiors. Rosemont rubbed his jaw between his thumb and forefinger as he stared at the floor.

"She hasn't been recorded on any other security devices as yet, otherwise there would have been an alert. So this has demonstrated that the general security is not up to scratch, so the punishments will fall much wider than just us.

"But the big problem is we have a female subject on the loose, who has been conditioned, partially trained and not sterilized. If she is found by the wrong type of people, this could cause no end of trouble. At least she has the tracking beacon implanted." Rosemont looked at Angela.

"Our records show she has, but it has not been fully powered up and configured properly."

"So we have to get within 25 yards of her to detect her. Of course, she was not considered a flight risk due to the security measures that were checked and designated fool proof."

He looked at everyone in the room with a steely glance.

"Listen up. You will all pair off, and each team will check EVERY cell in the block that two-one-five escaped from, and make sure that the cell is not empty, and the door is closed and locked. Both members of the team will sign off on it, with a time-date stamp. Every team will check every door. There will be no further subjects slipping free.

"Now, sort yourselves out and get moving."

People scrambled to find partners, grab research note books and rush out to the check the cells in question. Rosemont sighed, and walked back to his desk. He lifted the phone, punching in the direct number for the CEO.

"Mister Callum, Doctor Rosemont. I could be better, actually. That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Yes. Along with the CSO and COO. When? When I get over to your office after I hang up here. Yes, it is that important. I'll see you in about ten to fifteen minutes."

He placed the handset down like a man heading to the gallows. His administrative assistant looked up from his desk, looking as nervous as anyone else.

"Peter, tell them to resume their normal duties when they get back from checking the cells. Get them to hand over their reports for my review. I have no idea how long I will be gone for."

Peter nodded, watched Dr Rosemont leave the main laboratory room, then put his head down and resumed his work, trying to give the impression that the world was not about to end.

 

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The nameless female slowly uncurled her tail from around herself, and peered at the back of the male Pee-pul's head. The tapetum lucidum in her eyes made them glow green in the dark, as she blinked at the dark hair and face in the reflection of the rear view mirror. There was no blueprint for what she was supposed to find 'attractive': that would mean bias, and her kind wasn't allowed that luxury. But he smelled good... her brain homed in on the subtle pheromones that a mature human male gave off, making her more bold than wary.

Slowly, her nose crept close to his neck as she delicately sniffed the flesh behind his ear. A little jolt of electricity passed down her spine, and her tail twitched and puffed up in arousal. Part of her conditioning had the female panting at the scent of a male, and the excitement of her escape had N-two-one-five giddy like a kitten with catnip.

Growing bold, she drew in a deeper breath before exhaling hard enough for the male Pee-pul to hear..

 

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Greg stretched a little before reaching for the door, but halted when he thought he felt something at the back of his head. A quick check with his hand showed that there was nothing on his hair so he continued to move himself to get out.

Until he heard someone exhale from the back seat. Greg frowned, leaned back and peered between the front seats. He was greeted with a rather pretty face, surrounded by the nicest black hair he had seen in a long time, at least up that close in real life. His eyes caught the sight of what appeared to be whiskers, like on a cat, protruding from her top lip, as well as a pair of cat like ears poking out of the raven hair.

"Well, hello there, miss. I see you were in urgent need of... YOU'RE FUCKING NAKED."

Greg leaped from the car, blinking his eyes rapidly as the fog from his stop at the Hunter's Lodge vanished. He leaned closer to the window, and saw a completely naked woman in the back seat of his car. To his surprise, she was a good looking sort too.

"Right... I hit the booze harder than I thought, or more correctly, it hit me harder than I thought. Yeah... Because sexy naked women with cat like ears routinely climb into my car when I am sober." He took another look, then turned and heading into his home proper. "Right, no more drinks after a stressful day at work."

The door to the garage led straight into the kitchen, which Greg needed at that point. He headed to the fridge, pulled out some left overs from the previous night, put it into the microwave and started it heating up. He grabbed a clean glass, filled it with water and drained it in one go.

He leaned against the counter, looking back at the door to the garage. He took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, then let it go. "Should I go and look again? I mean there might be a real woman in there. I could have imagined her being naked and all." The microwave dinged behind him. "My imagination may be good, but picturing a woman naked when she's actually clothed? Stop fucking kidding yourself. She wasn't there, you were just seeing things."

He turned and got the container out of the microwave, dumping on the counter top opposite. He popped the lid, setting the smell fill his nose while he absentmindedly stared at the garage door.

 

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The male Pee-pul had left the door to his thing unlocked , and N-two-one-five slipped out. She couldn't help but wrinkle her little nose at the smells in the garage. The last of the exhaust fumes made her eyes water, and she blinked and sneezed. The smell of chemicals unlike any she had seen made her back away from a cabinet, her survival instinct getting the best of her curiosity. But the power tools, with their shiny blades, drew her in like a moth to a flame. She reached out a delicate finger to press against a serrated edge, only to jump back and hiss when the thing seemingly bit her.

The female suckled her own finger where a drop of blood beaded on her finger pad, and tried to sit on the hood of the male Pee-pul's thing. She nearly yelped out loud when heat penetrated her flesh, making her tail puff out as she skittered away. The Pee-pul's world was full of things that bit and burned! Why would they have such things around? N-two-one-five nearly burst into tears as she looked around, deciding this was not a place she liked.

Cradling her tail over one arm, and soothing her seared rear end with the other hand, the female finally approached the door. Her head cocked this way and that, as she contemplated how the male Pee-pul had opened and closed it. The handle was round and smooth, cool to the touch. Her tail, recovered from its ordeal, twitched its tip as she contemplated her next move. N-two-one-five had managed to get the door out of her home to open, and it would be nothing for her to open this one. But it was obvious, the male had not wanted her around. He had removed himself so quickly, she didn't have a chance to say 'hello', or ask his name.

Maybe he was frightened of her? Or hadn't found her pleasing enough? Her engineered urge was to be found desirable, and correct any behavior or part of her body that might be considered offensive. But for the life of her, she couldn't think of what that could be.

She paused in her musings, and sniffed the air. Her stomach rumbled as the smell of food hit her nose, and the female padded back to the door. N-two-one-five pursed her lips and let her tail go to swish back and forth over her rear. The food smell was mixed with the male Pee-pul scent, making her bolder. For a moment, she pondered her dilemma, and pouted her lips in thought. Dare she try?

Deciding hunger and curiosity were greater than the possibility of rejection, the nameless female carefully put a hand-paw on the doorknob, and turned it slowly...

 

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Greg absentmindedly munched on the reheated food, hardly tasting it as he stared at the door. He had seen a young woman in his back seat, clearly naked and quite good looking too. What he thought were ears and whiskers were just play of the light, and the remains of the booze in his system and stress form the day. Hell, it was just the way her hair was sitting, reflecting the light just the right way for him pickled brain to insert something stupid.

The fork stopped half way to his mouth when he saw the door handle slowly turn. He lowered the fork quietly and silently moved around the counter toward the door, his gaze stuck on the slowly moving door handle. His sudden vivid imagination was more real than he first thought, and there had been someone in the back of his car. By the time he got to the door, he realized he should have grabbed something to defend himself with, but decided he would use the element of surprise to the fullest to overwhelm the intruder.

The door hand finished turning, and the door started to ever so slowly creep backward. Greg swallowed, and it sounded like a bomb going off. He gave the door a shove, stepped forward enough to see and arm, which he grabbed and yanked forward into the kitchen. Acting purely in instinct, he dropped himself onto the waist of the naked person, pinning her to the floor. Sure enough, she had the same dark hair as the person he saw in the back of his car, and what looked like a pair of cat like ears on the top of her head.

Something brushed his back a few times, and he slowly turned to see a long, fluffy back tail swinging through the air, the end of it hitting his back as it thrashed around. He made a grab for it, getting it about 5 inches from the end. It felt like a real tail; warm, with what felt like bones in the middle and soft, silky fur over the top. When he gave it a tug, he felt the resistance of it being joined to her body. A bit of a closer look confirmed that it was not some kinky butt plug arrangement and looked like it... was... part... of her!

"Ahhh... what's your name, little kitty? Where did you come from? And what are you doing here?"

 

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"Let me go! Please, please, please! I'm sorry! Nyaaaa!" N-Two-one-five whined and struggled to get free. His hands on her tail made her shiver, but he was heavy and she couldn't catch her breath. The female's tail twitched as she tried to get out from under the male Pee-pul, the shock of being handled so roughly making her panic.

"Please... please let me go? Pretty please?" She struggled to look over her shoulder, her large eyes full of tears.

 

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Greg feel relieved when he heard her speak. At least she understood English and spoke it too, whatever she was. At least he hoped she understood it because she didn't answer his questions. He paused, then grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back, easily taking her wrists in one hand. He stood up, hauling her up onto her feet , and half led her and half dragged her over to the kitchen draws. He opened the bottom draw, letting out a exclamation when he found the roll of tape, then used it to bind her wrists together.

He tossed the roll back into the draw, then took her by the arm, and led her into the lounge room where he dropped her on the floor under the main light in the room. He bent down, and reached out with a hand to touch her ear. To his surprise, it was attached to her, as a real part of her body, just like her tail. Yet the rest of her was a very shapely, very sexy looking young woman, who was also very naked.

"Now you listen to me very carefully. Who are you? Where did you come from? And most importantly, why are you here?"

He was still lightly buzzed from the alcohol he had earlier, as well as being on an adrenaline high from the capture of the... whatever that snuck into his home, but he was also feeling himself get rather hard from the fact that he had a rather sexy mostly human female naked in front of him and bound up. All sorts of nasty thoughts were flashing through his head, but he was doing his best to ignore them and focus on the important matters. His body, however, thought his brain got it around the wrong way.

A part of his mind was screaming to him that this was all wrong. That something like her didn't exist, that no one else would now about her, or if they did, they didn't want the news to spread. Greg was starting to get confused, and a little frightened, which in turn was feeding into the anger and frustration from his working day.

"Look, answer my questions, and maybe we can come to some nicer arrangements, OK, little Kitty? I'm not in the mood for anyone messing around with me."

 

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She trembled on the spot, her lower lip trembling like a leaf in the wind. The female sniffled and blinked back tears as she tried to calm herself enough to speak. The male Pee-pul's scent had changed from inviting and deep, to angry and bitter within a second. Her wrists were bound a little too tight, and she felt her pulse throb against the sensitive flesh pressed together. Her small breasts were forced out, the tiny dusky pink nipples hard and erect. All in all, she was in a very strange position. Unfortunately, the poor female had yet to realize exactly how strange.

The male's scent slowly began to change from acrid to enticing, and the female's eyes travelled down his body to the bulge under his clothes. Her hand-paws flexed, revealing the tips of blunted claws as she struggled weakly against her bonds. His pheromones started to hit her system, making her pupils dilate wide. Her breath hitched and sped up as she panted softly, her soft pink lips parted. N-two-one-five licked them before swallowing hard to moisten her throat. She forced herself to concentrate on his words and tore her eyes away from his crotch and up to his face.

"I am designated N-two-one-five. You smelled good, so I got in your thing. I don't know where I come from. It was big and didn't smell good... I'm sorry. Please don't be angry with me? Pretty please?" Conditioning was kicking in, as her thighs spread wide so the female could steady herself. She wished she knew where she came from... But that was a mystery. It wasn't something they taught them, because that information wasn't considered important.

"Please, let me loose. I'll be good, I promise!"

 

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The scientists never really knew how good their work on conditioning their subjects were, but if they saw the reactions of Greg and N215 in his kitchen, they would have been thrilled beyond imagining. The catgirl was reacting to Greg's automatic reactions to a naked woman, and expected of any heterosexual male in that situation.

N215's eyes dilated, a subtle signal that the human mind associates with interest, particularly sexual interest (which is why people dating have candle lit diners when they are wanting to get romantically active later). Greg's brain observed that reaction, as well as the alignment of the young woman's line of sight, putting it down to her arousal at his own arousal at her.

This was further expanded on by N215 showing herself off more sexually, which in turn was arousing him further still. Unknown to Greg originally, the method of tying her arms also ensured that her breasts were well presented, and of course her nipples were erect, which he subconsciously attributed to a sexual response when it could have been a fear reaction or environmental on.

The observable shift in her breathing, coming a little deeper and faster, as another sign of increasing sexual interest in him from the secured intruder before him.

"I am designated N-two-one-five. You smelled good, so I got in your thing. I don't know where I come from. It was big and didn't smell good... I'm sorry. Please don't be angry with me? Pretty please?"

The combination of her voice, both in tone and pitch, were enticingly feminine and touched something deep in the brain that was normally dormant in the higher thinking human brain. But the responses fed into the increasing pool of signals that were crying out that she was perfect material for sex.

Again, her adjustment in her pose to steady herself was the final drop of water that caused the dam to break. Her body was in a perfect alignment to show off her physique, as well as her sex, all of which spoke of her prime potential as a sex partner. The minor anomalies of the ears and tail were forgotten, especially when she couldn't give him any details as to where she was from.

"Please, let me loose. I'll be good, I promise!"

"Oh, I know you will, Kitty. But you'll need to prove yourself a little first." Greg stripped himself in a flurry. He shucked off his shoes, then pulled off his socks, nearly tore buttons off his shirt getting it off, then finally shed his trousers and boxers. His body was more fit than not, carrying a little extra weight, but not fat. a large, proud erection bobbed angrily before him as he took the final steps closer to where N215 knelt. He grabbed the hair on both sides of her head lifting it to the proper level.

"Now, Kitty, you are going to suck this until it gushes in your mouth. When it does, you swallow it all. That will show me that you're a good little Kitty. Understand?" He thrust the tip of his cock toward her mouth, pressing it between her lips. "Keep those lips around it, and suck. In time, I'll show you how to do it properly."

 

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She almost protested, but did as the male told her. The conditioning to do Pee-pul's bidding held, as she opened her mouth wider and slowly let the tip of his cock slip between her lips. Her sensitive taste buds caught the faintest hint of pre-cum, heavy with pheromones that triggered her arousal. Her back arched a little, making her tail and rear press out. Her furry appendage bent to the side, exposing her ass and pussy from behind, the smell of her arousal subtle but evident.

Careful not to let her teeth touch the warm hardness in her mouth, the female wrapped her lips back and engulfed the male as far as she could go. She suckled him gently, sliding her mouth back, so the tip rested just between her lips, and then moving down until it tickled the back of her throat. Gagging a little, she corrected her position and began again. The pre-cum tasted delicious to the female, who let her tongue work slovenly along the underside and across the tip, digging into the groove at the top for more of the delicious pheromone-laden treat.

She peered up at the male between strokes, trying to see his reaction. Eventually, she gave up and let his body language speak for him, her long eyelashes fluttering closed as she sucked the cock that spread her small mouth side open. The engineered instincts inside her mind pushed her on, making her try to take more and more of the delicious treat he was offering. She pressed herself down as far as she could, gagging on the thick meaty shaft, before pulling back to breathe through her nose. N-two-one-five's jaw ached after a few minutes, but she kept at it, her neck and shoulders tense from the unnatural position her body was kept. Even a creature as flexible as a cat was prone to a few strained muscles, given the proper coaxing.

In her mind, the man's words marinated. Kitty... She liked that. Some of the technicians at the Other Place called her that, and it made her feel good. Maybe that was her name? Maybe she should find a name for herself? Her musings were cut short when the cock pressed triggered her gag reflex again, and she had to pull back to breathe. Thick drool slid down her chin and pooled on the floor between her thighs. She wanted more of the tasty stuff, and was going to do whatever it took to get it.

 

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Greg moaned with delight as the soft warm lips wrapped around his cock and Kitty started to gently suck on him as she bobbed her head along his shaft until his cock head hit the back of her mouth. He felt her shift a little, but he didn't really care as she was doing a damn fine job of giving him a blow job. It took him a while to figure it out, but he caught the traces of what could only be her pussy getting wet, as the new odour in the room was definitely hitting the right spots for him.

"Christ, Kitty, you're good at this. Keep it up, and you'll definitely be a good Kitty and I'll be really happy." His hands remained full of her soft, fine hair, but he didn't interfere with what she was doing. It had been way too long since he had got any action with a woman, even without the feline extras, and he was near carnal heaven in the naked woman's mouth. He felt the tip go that little bit further than before, and she gagged a little. There was plenty of him yet to feel her lips, but he was not going to push her on their first time.

Greg wanted to watch, but it felt so good his eyes could hardly remain open and his head was spent mostly back letting his open mouth let out an almost continual stream of pleasurable noises as the cat girl continued to fellate him. That changed when she made her first attempt at deep throating him. His eyes went wide and he looked down to find her pulling back to breathe, only to try again. The gag reflex felt great against the sensitive tip of his cock, and he could see the thin line of drool sliding down her chin to land on the floor between her legs.

"Fuck! Kitty, that's great." When she took him deep again, he tightened his grip and pulled her head closer to his groin until his entire length was in her mouth and throat. "Just like that, Kitty. Yeah... just like that." He let her pull back enough to breath through her nose, still moving her head to keep his cock stimulated while waiting for her to try again. When she did, he pulled her forward, pressing her nose into his pubic hair and driving his length into her throat where it was given a great massage.

"Kitty, I'm going to cum..." He pulled back so the head of his cock was rubbed against her tongue which finally pushed him over the edge. His grip went tight for the final time, holding her head in the right place as he cock pulsed with each rope of his thick cum that was shot into her waiting mouth. Greg looked down to see his cock throb as he came, looking at the face that had just given him a cocksucking that he was not going to forget soon.

Once the rush of the sex passed, Greg knew that whoever made her or bred her or whatever, would be looking for her. His best bet would be to get her back to where he got her from, and hopefully they would find her and he wouldn't get into any trouble.

"Well, as wonderful as that was, Kitty, I guess I had better get you back home. I know roughly where I picked you up, because there is only one place I can think of where you could have jumped into the car, so you'll be able to find your way back from there. It's a real pity you can't stay."

 

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She struggled to swallow the large mouthful, but managed to swallow every drop. It tasted so good on her tongue, better than any food or drink the other Pee-pul had given her. The female wanted more of the sticky stuff, but the male didn't want to give it to her. She pouted as she licked away the spittle from her lips and chin, fastidiously cleaning herself off.

Disappointment quickly became terror as his words filtered through the fog of satisfaction. Her ears flattened against her hair and she pressed her body against his bare thighs.

"I don't want to go! Please, let me stay? I was good..." She closed her mouth, and a sound closer to the mewl of a cat squeaked out of her raw throat. "I like you. You smell good. And taste good! I can be good, I promise! Don't make me go!" She turned her eyes up beseechingly, before leaning back to run her tongue across his softening cock, licking it gently. His pheromones were muted now, but they still tickled her senses and made her hungry for more. "I'll be good, just please..." N-two-one-five let him go and laid a kiss on his shaft, "lemme stay!"

 

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Greg couldn't believe the reaction he got from Kitty when he told her about taking her back. He was glad he had her restrained, because he had no idea of what she would have done with her hands if they were free. But she threw herself at his legs, pressing her bare body against his legs. he had to admit, it was a nice feeling, and it put her head really close to his slowly inflating cock.

"I don't want to go! Please, let me stay? I was good..."

While her mouth was closed, he heard what was a distinctly feline mewling noise coming from her.

"I like you. You smell good. And taste good! I can be good, I promise! Don't make me go!"

She looked up at him, pleading loudly with just her eyes alone. But she sweetened her deal by running her lithe little tongue long her cock, which made him groan and his cock twitch.

"I'll be good, just please...lemme stay!"

In the midst of her final plea, she kissed his cock tenderly, which seemed to bring it back to life, and full readiness. He couldn't help himself as he stared at the naked cat girl kneeling before him, begging to stay with him. If he tried to toss her out, trying to get her back to where she left, she would run and someone else would find her, or worse. There was no doubting the little bundle of catgirl was sexy, and willing to suck him off at least. But could he really do the hasty things that were flashing through his head.

"Listen up, Kitty, and listen good. If you stay here, you will need to follow my house rules. All of them. If you are a bad Kitty, I'll punish you, and if you're a really bad Kitty, I'll find where you came from, and take you back there.

"But, if you're a good Kitty, you'll get to taste me again. I know you'll like to taste me again, wouldn't you, Kitty? So, you understand me, Kitty? You need to do whatever I tell you to do. Can you do that for me, Kitty?"

 

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"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She nodded vigorously and leaned back, her dark hair trailing on the floor below. He wanted her to stay! The female was thrilled beyond belief at his words, even if he spoke sternly. "I'll be good! I'll do anything you want! I like being a good girl for you, already."

Somewhere inside her mind, a very special process was taking place. Much like a duckling impresses on the first creature that feeds it, N-two-one-five was slowly being wired to the scent and taste of the male Pee-pul in front of her. She leaned her chin against his knees and rubbed against him, spreading her own pheromones across his skin, mingling their scents. She ached between her thighs, a feeling she knew well, but not quite the same as before. Her juices flowed a little more heavily and she had to press her thighs together to ease some of the uncomfortable pressure.

The female, Kitty, as the male called her, purred in very real delight as she rubbed her chin against his knee and thighs. She looked back up after a moment, and backed away. If she was going to be a good girl, she would have to focus and listen to the rules.

 

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"Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'll be good! I'll do anything you want! I like being a good girl for you, already."

Greg watched her as she nodded very vigorously, clearly quite happy to live away from wherever she came from. She wouldn't be able to leave the house, because anyone seeing her would freak, and of course alert whoever truly owned her, which would lead to all kinds of trouble. Given that no one would know she was there, and her eagerness to stay with him and keep him happy, Greg was already thinking of some things he always wanted to try but never found a woman he could try them with.

But another part of him thought about what would happen if her owners found her, how would they react to the knowledge of what they had done? To start with, there was nothing wrong with using her mouth a little regularly until he had some idea of what was going on, and then he could make other decisions later. He nodded to himself at the thought.

She smiled and laughed a little as Kitty rubbed her chin against his knees and thighs. He listened to her purr, just like a cat did, which he found cute at first, then slowly started thinking it was sexy. But then, she looked up at him, then sat back, giving him her full attention.

"Stay there." He went back to the kitchen and got out his sharpest knife and returned to where Kitty remained kneeling. He went around behind her, and with great care, cut the tape that bound her wrists together, then removed the tape fully. "Again, stay there, Kitty." He toss the tape in the garbage bin, returned the knife and went back to where Kitty patiently waited.

"Right, Kitty. Unless I tell you otherwise, when I tell you to sit, you will be just like you are now, but with the knees apart, and your hands holding each other behind your back.

"Kitty, sit!"

When she did as he instructed her, he sat on one of the chairs facing her, leaning forward a little.

"The most important rule, Kitty, more important than any other, is you do what I tell you. No one else can tell you what to do, Kitty, only me. Because I am going to look after you, and I can only do that if you do what I tell you.

"Now, it is important, Kitty, that you do not go outside the house without my permission. If you do, the people where you came from could find you and take you back. That is not something we want, is it Kitty?

"One final thing for now, Kitty. You must always tell me the truth about everything. Bad kitties don't tell the truth, and bad kitties get punished. Do you understand all of that, Kitty?"

 

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She shifted on the spot, her thighs spreading wider for balance as she contemplated the male's words. Her fingers flexed, the little blunted tips of her claws appearing from the tiny openings at her fingertips. Kitty (she was starting to like being called that), blinked her large eyes at him, and processed the words. She wasn't entirely sure she liked the idea of not going outside. There were hundreds of smells and sounds filtering in through the doors and windows, making her ears and nose twitch. How wasnshe going to keep herself from exploring all the wonderful things that lay just beyond? But the idea of being sent away from the male Pee-pul was incentive enough for her to agree.

"Listen. Obey. Stay. Don't lie. I can do that." The tip of kitty's tail twitched back and forth like a metronome, as if to signal her brain's assimilation of the new information. Her nose wrinkled in thought as she purred gently, the sound deeper than the normal house cat's, but no less pleasant.

The male Pee-pul might not have known, and Kitty certainly wasn't aware, but her conditioning made her naturally submissive, desperate to please whoever gave her orders. Anything spoken in the proper tone and cadence would automatically wire itself into her mind, making it a more compelling leash than anything on a pet store shelf. Pheromones were changing inside her, assimilating characteristics of the male and blending it with her own personal scent. If another like her came by, they would be able to smell the male Pee-pul on her, and know not to touch him, until he gave permission.

She itched to touch the male Pee-pul again, so she leaned forward, "again? Please? I want to taste you, again?" Her tongue lapped out to wet her lips, as she rolled her pelvis forward to present her wetness for his inspection. Already, the smooth flesh around her pussy was slick and sticky, the patch of hair above her sex... Was distinctly softer and more fine than Pee-pul's pubic hair. It was fur, soft and downy, the same shade of pitch-black as the rest of the hair on her body.

"Please? Again?"

 

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Greg watched her closely. She was attentive, listening carefully, or at least she appeared to be listening carefully. He watched the tail swish behind her in a strong, regular beat. It was slightly disturbing to see, that and her ears, reminding him that she was not normal, or he was out of his fucking mind.

"Listen. Obey. Stay. Don't lie. I can do that."

She even purred like a cat; not like some human imitation of a cat's purr, but an actual cat's purr. Greg was going to do a bucket load of research to find out what he could about girls like Kitty. Greg decided to wait until morning, and if Kitty still looked like... Kitty, then he would accept the bizarreness of it all and take it from there.

"again? Please? I want to taste you, again?"

Greg couldn't stop the teasing grin as he saw Kitty leaning forward cautiously. All of her moves were clearly provocative, displaying herself openly and telegraphing her desires. The little tongue swiping her lips, leaving them glittering in the light, just like the other set of glittering lips she showed off by pushing her hips forward. he could almost feel the eagerness rolling off her.

Take away the tail, and Greg would jump her and fuck her senseless right there and then. She was a beautiful, naked woman who was very interested in Greg having his way with her. At least that how it appeared to him. But given that she was not entirely human and she had escaped from somewhere, he was loath to do too much to her until he felt safer about the situation. But having her 'taste' him... that was something he thought he could live with.

"Please? Again?"

Greg leaned back in the chair, spreading his legs wide while he looked down the length of his body. His partially erect cock was starting to find signs of life again as he looked at his new housemate.

"Well, Kitty, when you talk to me, you will call me Sir. You understand?" His cock twitched more violently, standing straighter and harder while he thought about her calling him Sir.

"Since you have been such a good Kitty, you can come over and have another taste of Sir's cock. If you're an even better Kitty, you'll get some of Sir's cream too."

With a lazy hand gesture, he signaled for Kitty to come over and have the tasting she so desired.

 

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"Since you have been such a good Kitty, you can come over and have another taste of Sir's cock. If you're an even better Kitty, you'll get some of Sir's cream too."

"Thank you, Sir!" She scampered over on hands and knees, her tail held high. Kitty carefully nudged Sir's knees apart, and nuzzled her nose against the skin of his inner thighs. His scent had become warm and inviting again, something that made her mouth water with greedy desire. Slowly, she slid her way towards Sir's hardness, the flat of her tongue drawing over the warm, hairy sac below.

Kitty purred softly as she came to the tip of Sir's cock, and carefully wrapped her lips around him. Her hand-paws crept up to his thighs and she started kneading them, the way a feline does when it's sublimely happy. She lapped at his flesh, tasting the first of his emissions. In Kitty's brain, it was like being given a dose of Cannabis- her pupils dilated, blood vessels opened up, making her warm. Kitty's pussy felt wetter and throbbed hard, making her wiggle to ease some of the tension between those long, shapely legs.

She did as before, letting his hardness slip deep into her mouth. Kitty suckled and licked, trying to recreate the same experience as the last time. But to do so, she would have to choke, and she didn't really like that.

Or did she?

Kitty began a rhythm on Sir's cock, bobbing her dark head up and down his shaft. While she did that, her hand-paw crept over to his sac, and carefully started to play with it. She found the firm, round contents, and gingerly began to move them between her soft fingers. But while she was distracting herself, the female let her mouth slip further and further down. The tip of Sir's delicious cock slid against her throat, triggering a gag reflex. She pulled back a little, took a deep breath, and tried again.

She realized, it was easier to take a smaller breath, and pressing the meaty tip against the roof of her mouth made Kitty gag less. She continued to eat Sir, slurping down the pheromone-laden pre-cum dribbling from his tip. She kept her teeth out of the way as she suckled with earnest attention, pale naked flesh beginning to turn pink as her own fire was being stoked.

 

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Greg found her eagerness to please him a little disconcerting at first, until he thought about where she had been. It was obviously not somewhere she wanted to return to, and if she thought that doing things like sucking his cock would be enough to keep him from returning her, then he could understand that level of dedication. Naturally, he had no idea that it was part of her personality, part of her very being to please the person who 'owned' her, and in Kitty's mind, that was exactly what Greg was; the man who 'owned' her.

"Thank you, Sir!"

But whatever doubts or concerns he harboured, they vanished as soon as her lithe tongue made contact with his sack. Another little known aspect of the human condition was that the sound of a cat's purr was soothing to human ears, helping them to relax to the deep rumbling sound. Kitty's purr did that to Greg too, which allowed him to get aroused a lot swifter. He moaned staring at her as her mouth encircled the top of his cock. He wavered slightly as her fingers did the pulsating massage of his thighs just prior to her engulfing more of his awaiting shaft. All the cares about her being caught or him getting into trouble seemed petty to him as Kitty worked him towards another orgasm. He was going to enjoy her blowing him as much as she seemed to enjoy it.

He gasped a little when she started playing with his balls, but then relaxed and enjoyed the extra sensations as she took him deeper and deeper. She eventually hit the back of her mouth, and his cock went into her throat which made him raise his head and look down at the young... woman with something close to awe. While he thought the first time might have been an error, she did it again.

"Yes, Kitty," Greg growled, "take Sir's cock deep, get all of it into your mouth and throat." He could see her skin colour getting rosier as well as her enthusiasm increasing as she tasted the first dribbles of his pre-cum. The way she was working him made him feel like taking her head in his hands, and controlling how she sucked him. But he felt himself slide past the point of no return where his body was going to explode in a shower of cum and it would be just a matter of time. His hands went to her head, combing her hair as she continued to bob along his length. Greg felt the tension building and he waited for just the right moment.

His hands tightened their grip on Kitty's head, holding her in place just prior to his cock swelling to deliver her reward for the excellent work she had done at pleasing him. Greg gasped between deep breaths as he looked on at the beautiful face slurping on his rapidly pumping cock. Once she had got everything out of him, he let go of her hair, gently nudging her way as he collapsed back into the chair.

Greg was in heaven as he relished the aftermath of the second blowjob from Kitty. But reality was coming back to him, and there were a number of things he needed to take care of before doing anything else. With a slight grunt, he sat himself up straight.

"OK... Kitty, that was great. Keep being a good Kitty, and you'll definitely get to do more of that. But, I need to get you somewhere to sleep, and get you some dinner perhaps. Are you hungry, or thirsty, Kitty?"

 

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"OK... Kitty, that was great. Keep being a good Kitty, and you'll definitely get to do more of that. But, I need to get you somewhere to sleep, and get you some dinner perhaps. Are you hungry, or thirsty, Kitty?"

His praise sent little chills of pleasure up her spine, making her purr in feline pleasure. She licked her lips in anticipation of the next time she could taste Sir, the pleasure rippling through her body in sensuous waves. Kitty stretched sinuously, her long arms raising over her head before she settled back on her heels.

"Oh... kay..." She cleaned herself up, licking her lips and teeth, trying to get all of the delicious sticky stuff that Sir had given her. While it was satisfying, it wasn't very filling. Kitty blinked her large eyes at Sir and resumed The Position. Her tail flicked back and forth, while her ears twitched in thought. "I'm hungry. And thirsty, Sir."

Secretly, she hoped Sir would let her sleep close to him. His scent was becoming more and more inviting, his pheromones making her needy for his physical presence. The idea of curling her tail around their bodies and falling asleep tucked against Sir's side was thrilling. In her quiet voice, she asked, "may I sleep with Sir? Pretty please?"