“Where’s my Harley, huh?” I asked and crawled over to the box. I lifted the flap and nearly swallowed my tongue at what I saw. He was on his back, legs spread. His ears were a little askew and he had one paw on his belly like he’d been in the process of—
“Aw… does kitty have a problem?”
His hard-on jutted out of the pouch of the jockstrap, and I couldn’t ignore it anymore. He purred as I crawled into the box, my head knocking against the top and jostling it. He meowed at me and spread his legs farther, and then meowed again, such a sad little sound that my heart actually twisted. He was so deep into his kitty persona, I wasn’t sure he could have begged with words if he wanted.
“Does it hurt, huh? Need me to make it all better?” I rubbed a hand along his thigh and he rocked his hips, meowing sadly again. I wasn’t sure what to do, really. I’d never fooled around in a box with a kitty, but he had asked me to lick his pussy, and the little kitty face on the jock was one of the funniest things I’d seen in a while. I leaned forward and swiped my tongue right there and he strained toward me.
“Ah, the way to tame the wild beast,” I whispered. “Kitties don’t need this when they’re not playing with their toys.” I eased the jockstrap down his legs. His thick shaft sprang loose, his cockhead so red it was nearly purple, and he thrust his hips with another drawn-out mew.
“Should I take pity on my kitty? Maybe he’s in heat?”
His breath caught and he spread his legs even more, and he was so fucking sexy with his eyes glittering in the semigloom. His tail was trapped under him, and I wanted so badly to drag it out and replace it with my aching cock. I licked up his length until he was gasping and his head thumped back against the cardboard padded floor, and then I took the head of him in my mouth and sucked hard. He pawed at my shoulders and his thighs trembled. I let him get away with rolling his hips and fucking my mouth a few times before I stopped sucking and he fell down with a growl.
“I saw a cat in heat once. Ass in the air. Ready to get fucked,” I said against the head of his cock and then licked. He purred and mewled and the whole box shook as he shifted. I scooted back out of the box and undid my pants. I had a condom in my pocket, and I opened it and slipped it on myself, but I was so hard it was a difficult fit.
“What do you think, Harley cat? You ready to be bred?” I rolled the condom the rest of the way on and let out a long breath at the sensation: good, but not at all what I wanted.
He didn’t come out of the box.
His paws disappeared into the box.
Fuck, had I misread him? I stuck my head back under the flap, half expecting him to have magicked himself out somehow in that tricky way cats seemed to have, but he was in there, his hard-on tall and proud between his thighs, curled onto his side with a paw over his face. His chest stuttered up and down fast and his cockhead glistened with a lusty sheen of precum. The air inside was musky and delicious.
I inched my way back in and put a hand on the inside of his thigh, turning him toward me. He lifted his paw to watch. “It’s okay, I love doing this too. Like to make my kitty feel good.” I winked at him, and he watched me, nearly coldly, until I opened wide and swallowed him down to the root. He yowled and arched against my face. I sucked and bobbed on him until he shoved himself deep in my throat, and then I pulled back so I could get a good taste of the burst of cream he pumped into my mouth. He sucked in deep breaths, almost like it felt so good he couldn’t do anything else.
When he was done, he was still trembling, and his face was a sweaty mess. I pushed the hair back from his forehead, and he let me do it, though he did lazily swat at my hand with his paw. He gave me a weak smile, letting me know that Harley the man was in there somewhere, but he closed his eyes and curled up into a ball on his side, for all the world like he wanted to take a nap in his box. My dick gave a needy throb; however, I didn’t have the heart to disturb him with something that could wait a few minutes, like a hard-on.
“Have a nice nap, pretty kitty,” I whispered. He didn’t budge, so I petted his hair again because I really wanted to touch him. He let out a little sound and then purred at me, and my heart flipped. I watched him for a few more minutes. Eventually a crick developed in my back, and I let out a long breath as I crawled out of the box and stood up to stretch.
My dick was still ready, but my kitty was a delightful sleeping mess. Gritting my teeth, I rolled the condom off and let it fall to the floor where it laid like a latex snakeskin. I stood right there and jerked myself off with the taste of Harley’s musk still heavy in my mouth and the tang of his spunk on the air, feeling like an animal myself. It took almost no time at all for me to bust a somewhat unsatisfactory load—I’d so wanted to plant it in his ass—and then I grinned and squatted down. I lifted the box flap and took my splooge-covered hand and rubbed it into his naked hip. He barely cracked his eyes at me, but his purring got louder. I massaged my cum into his skin, and he sort of lifted himself against my touch, but it was clear he wasn’t ready to rouse himself yet.
“Gonna start dinner. I’ll make something nice for you, kitty, that you can eat from your new bowl.”
That got me a little smile, and the purring grew even louder, but he turned his face into his arm and covered it with his paw, so I backed out again and left him there. The box had been a good call. Now, if he needed to, he could hide. I thought about changing my clothes before I began to mess around in the kitchen, but I didn’t want to confuse Harley into thinking our playtime was over. Visual cues were important when someone was their animal, so I left my leather pants on and wandered out into the kitchen, already thinking about what else I might be able to do to make my kitty guest happy.
I had my head stuck in the fridge when a knock on my front door startled me. The screen door opened and smacked closed behind someone, and then footsteps stomped into the hall.
“Brad? Are you here?” a crackly male voice called. His tone was stuffy like he’d been crying, and I could have sworn it was Nicky, but I’d never heard him sound that way.
“Kitchen,” I yelled back.
He came to a stop in the doorway, and the second he stepped in the room, his gaze dropped to my leather pants and his mouth fell open. Shock flashed across his face. He spun on his heel and bolted back the way he’d come.
“Wait. What’s wrong? Are you okay?” I took off after him. He was already out the front door by the time I got there, and worry drove me outside after him. I finally caught up with him in the driveway, and he stopped next to the passenger side of his car. Sunlight caught on his face and there were tears on his cheeks.
“One of my friends is in trouble, and you were the only person I… I knew who might be able to help him.” He stood protectively in front of the passenger window, almost like he was shielding whoever was in there from me.
“It’s okay.” I smiled at him. “I’ll help.”
8
Iblinked my way free of a deep sleep and yawned so widely that my jaw cracked. Wincing at the sound, I stretched my legs out of the box and crawled my way past the flaps and into the den. I stared around the room, noting the absence of my owner. Whether he was temporary or not, that’s what I considered Brad. He wasn’t just my Master, but more than that. He made me content, and even as a cat, he excited me beyond what anyone else had.
The smell of food wafted through the slightly ajar door, making my belly rumble. It wasn’t easy, but I snagged my jock and worked it onto my legs until I had it mostly where it should go. I smiled and crawled across the room and into the hallway. The trip through the dining room was fun because the table legs were like a jungle, and I almost tipped over a chair squeezing my way through them. The sound of voices made me pause as I reached the kitchen door, and the temptation to run away made my skin prickle. I didn’t flee, even though both the human and cat part of me wanted to.
There was a whine and it sounded like a canine . Goose bumps rose on my arms. I fucking hated dogs, so why was there one here?
With my head, I pushed open the door that hadn’t been closed tight, peeked inside, and paused. Brad was sitting at the table with a black man, younger than him. He was good-looking, if you liked a pretty boy. Beside the table was a blue bowl, the same one I’d been offered yesterday, and chomping at some food was another man. No, not a man, a puppy , who looked familiar. An Asian male with floppy dark hair and a long, curved back. From this angle, I could admit he had a nice ass, plump and pointed in my direction as he ducked his head and lapped at the remaining food before he sat back on his knees, hands against his chest. He bounced, yapping, and my lip curled back in disgust.
