Author's Note

ColossalGX: I also have stories for my Patreon. Eventually there will be more exotic clopfics posted there. Now on with the tale:

Taking care of cats is not as easy as you may think. They demand the highest maintenance and treatment fit for the queens they think they are.

Then again, the love they give in return could be worth the hassle; as you're about to discover...

Kitty

Welcome, lucky patron, to The Lecherous Pet Shop. Here you will dwell into desire unlike any other. But be careful. You will only have one session before you leave, never again to return; so do well to make it count.

As you first reach the lobby, you meat a young, white-skinned woman wearing a black turtleneck sweater and a short black skirt. She had brown eyes framed behind her black-rimmed glasses and her brunette hair tied in a bun.

“Good evening, sir, and welcome to the Lecherous Pet Shop,” the woman greeted with a small smile, “My name is Raven.”

Raven Inkwell: Receptionist

“I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors. Yes, you can fulfill whatever desire you may, with whichever partner you see most fit. In fact, let’s see what kind of request you had…” she looked down onto the clipboard. A flash of surprise overtook her features before turning her bespectacled eyes back to you, “This one is a special case indeed! I’m sure it’s safe to assume you’ve brought the required ‘additional fee’?” you nodded, bringing out a slender jewelry box and showing her the contents. Satisfied, she jotted down on her clipboard, “That’s good. Along with the establishment’s voluntary sperm donation, we’re all set. Now, follow me, please.”

When you entered the guest room, you were rather amazed at the fancy décor. You’d figured you’d be in a fancy room, but you weren’t expecting something like this. A moment of racking your brain later, the word ‘Victorian’ came to mind. Everything’s all dolled up to the limit and splashed with colors that make you fell like you were in those olden days. Even the bed, the room’s centerpiece, was decorated in excess, with heavy curtains shielding the bed itself on its four posters.

You were close to feeling sorry when you realized you’re about to stain that bed.

“Well, hello.”

You stepped back out of your thoughts by the feminine sound from the other side of the room, where your partner for the night came into view.

You feel yourself stiffen as you took in her appearance: a woman with blue eyes and purple hair styled in a large curl draped over her shoulder. Underneath that silky black miniature nightgown was a snow-white coat from head to toe. That pair of cat ears you saw poking out confirmed to you what animal form she took.

That catgirl persona spoke to you as she slowly strode towards you. The way her hips swayed, the way her steely slitted eyes stayed on you, and the way her fluffy tail swished behind her, all gave off that she was seasoned, mature and loved to be in charge.

She stopped right in front of you and spoke in a posh, English accent.

“I can only assume that you’re my client for the night,” the catgirl placed her hand over her heart as she introduced herself, “You may call me Rarity.”

Rarity: the Queen of Persians

“So, I take it you have what I asked for?” like you did with Raven, you brought out your jewelry box and opened it. You saw for yourself the intense sparkle in Rarity's widened eyes as she stared t it with passionate awe bordering on greed. She the quickly spun her back to you and moved her hair out of the way, “Well, go on! Don’t you dare keep a lady waiting!”

You took out the necklace and went to put it in from behind. When the jewels touched her fur, Rarity was in a slight giggling fit while her hips swayed and her fluffy tail brushed mindlessly against your groin. After the chain was fastened, you backed away and Rarity spun back to you staring fascinatedly at her new crystal sapphire-beaded necklace.

“Oh, you’re too kind!” the white cat mewled. Then, quick as a whip, she slipped in right in front of you, and moved in to give you a quick lick on the cheek, “I suppose a reward is in order,” she slipped over to the bed and opened the drawer next to it. Her fuzzy tail was swaying in full view in front of you while she was bent over in her rummaging, “AHA!” the turned away from the drawer finding just the thing she was looking for: a fancy-looking handbrush. Before you could ask questions, she beat you to the punch as she came over to you, “This is what you need to perform tonight’s duty,” after the brush made it from her paws to your hands, she moved back over to the foot of the bed before looking over her shoulder to you with her icy blue eyes, “Best not keep your queen waiting, darling,” she purred before slipping in through the thick curtains, her tail swishing away before disappearing inside.

You weren’t far behind as you were soon crawling inside after her.

If it weren’t for the dim lamps hanging inside the otherwise dark area, you wouldn’t have been able to be met with the sight of posh catgirl curled up at the side, her fur dyed a deep blue from the colored lamps, “Well, this fur won’t groom itself,” when she unfurled and repositioned herself flat on her stomach facing the headboard, you realize that she wanted her fur brushed, hence the handbrush she gave you, “Gentle strokes and not too rough, please. Oh, and please start from the feet up. We do want this night to last, after all.”

So it would be time you did your duty, as you crawled over to her side, close to her feet. You starting things off by giving tiny, light strokes over her lower legs.

“Don’t be shy, darling. Put a little pressure to it,” you press your brushes just a little bit harder, and harder, until a low growl of approval voiced her pleasure, “Juuust right.”

Now that you had just the right pressure, you could now properly fulfill your given task. By brushing her fine coat in just the right way, she gave thanks with a quiet string of moaning purrs. She also lifted her feet up, so you could also tend to her rough pads.

With her lower legs done, she switched positions so that she was on her back, her legs partially folded to give you easy access to her upper legs.

After her legs were properly groomed, next were the arms; outstretched and ready for their own brushing.

Eventually you were halfway through. With her limbs done, Rarity once again turned onto her stomach, giving you the okay to brush her back. While moving across her coat,

The grooming took a randier from that point onward. While Rarity’s feline body shifted from your brushes from time to time, but her reactions this time were more profound as you began sweeping down her back. As your brush moved across her coat, she pushes back to follow it. You’d never imagine any human body could move like that; just when you realized that a cat's spine makes them much more flexible than any human. You could hear the rumble of purring coming from her as she rolled her body with your strokes. The sparks in your loins grew into embers as you traveled lower. And when you crossed the small of her back, she pushed her stomach off the bed in a reactive arch, and gave a cute-sounding meow of pleasure as she ended this part of the grooming with a swipe of her fluffy tail against the brush.

Again, she rolled onto her back, presenting the best and last part to be groomed. Her body glided against your touch, giving mewling sighs of satisfaction as you travel down her chest, slide the brush around the curves of her breasts, and even dared to graze her budding nipples, causing a whine to mix with her miaow.

You notice her composure beginning to falter when you traveled down to her stomach, constricting and expanding on contact with the brushes, her meowing moans becoming more excited and erratic to the touch.

Rarity, becoming breathless from the sensation, managed to speak out, “Please stop…I said stop it!” you pulled away hearing those words, and was now looking at her willowy feline form sprawled in front of you, huffing and puffing with a smile on her face. After catching her breath, she said, “Oh please forgive me. You see, I’m sensitive under this fine coat and if we had kept going, well, we may have to cut this session short. Now, let’s see how well a job you did.”

Rarity rolled over to all fours slipped out of the bed through the side. You followed her out to find her in front of a table-mounted mirror, crowned with built-in bulbs brighter than the room’s dim lighting. She turned herself about, looking pleased at the sight of her pristine white coat as smooth as skin, even bending over to sway her tail in front of the mirror. Not a single split end in place.

When she caught you looking in the corner of her eye, she stood in place in front you, “For you first time, you did quite well. I think a proper reward is in order,” her smile grew to rival that of the fabled Cheshire Cat. Her eyes were warped to that of a killer.

You find that you couldn’t look away from that predator’s gaze as she gotten down to the floor. Her body seemed to press itself down, like a spring ready to be released. But the biggest red flag was that hypnotic, swaying tail of hers. Before you knew, you quickly find yourself back within the dark confines of the bed, being held down by the large feline staring back at you, ready to tear up her new prey. The scent vanilla and cinnamon was strong at this close a distance.

She lunged forth and sealed your mouth with her own furry lips, and soon her tongue made its way to yours. As she kept smashing her mouth into yours, her tongue was hard at work against your own, you shortly noticing how greatly they differ. The rough, grated surface of a cat brush harshly against you, its dexterity allowing it to swipe on you inner walls and the roof of your mouth before lunging back to your tongue after giving it such a short moment of reprieve. She would only separate for a brief gasp of air before sealing your mouths back together. By now the kiss became more wild from her. That, with the sound of both of your muffled moans had set your loins to bulge. Rarity had her tail brushing against it and must have noticed it growing. So she pulled away with a breathless gasp.

“I can tell by your little friend that my tongue has attracted the right attention yet again,” she panted, with and air of pride laced in her breath. Her lips then stretched into a devious smirk, “Let’s give it some direct attention.”

In a fluid motion, she slinked around so that now you were facing her crouch just as she was facing yours, your arms now pinned by a pair of feet hooked over yours. Your vision went dark when she sat herself on your face, now upright. You felt her dexterous paws undo your garments, like they were a present carefully being unwrapped; first your belt, then your pants. Your undergarments, lastly, were peeled away, letting your stiffening erection fold out and be exposed to the cool air. You know what’s gonna happen next when you feel the person on top of you bend down towards your member.

You feel the familiar texture of Rarity’s tongue run across you tip, you couldn’t help but spasm against its contact. Feeling that rough surface was unlike anything you were prepared for.

Rarity began swiping again and again across your dick, targeting mostly at your tip. The giggling you hear coming from her from time to time tells you she was enjoying the way you were twitching about from being toyed with in such a manner.

She then decided to snatch your tip up into her mouth. Now with no way to escape as her tongue kept licking against it, you could hear yourself audibly shuddering from her touch.

You were soon afraid you would cum without even being prepared for it. And you don’t want to be the only one to get off. You had to at least see how well your partner would orgasm.

So you reached for the fur-coated pussy to deliver the same treatment she’s giving you...

...Before it was suddenly covered over by another layer, her tail, so you couldn’t get at it.

Suddenly, you were then taken by the hilt. The vacuum of her suction wrapped you up in a warm blanket of flesh, especially with that grated tongue that slid up your length as the cat girl slowly and deliberately pulled out, only to fall back down to the hilt.

You were then taken in and out of Rarity’s feline mouth bobbing up and down on you. With nothing you could do to fight back, you were left only to squirm against her as growing moans were being forced out of you.

All the struggling caused Rarity to be more aggressive as she taming this cock in her mouth with her plethora of skills; brushing you tip against her cheeks, lightly scraping it with her fangs, twisting and twirling it around in her mouth while brushing it from many angles with her bristled tongue. Constantly coated in drool, you could even hear the audible slurps. And what turned out to be your favorite part was her purring. You constantly feel the intense tremor whenever she enters you in her mouth, sometimes holding the whole thing inside just to tease you with that special talent of hers.

Suddenly she pulled away with a final drag of her barbed tongue, ending the second round of advances. You dick felt the cool air due to the coat of saliva she left as her parting gift.

“Don’t pop just yet, my darling,” Rarity said through a sultry purr, “We still have one last thing to try out before the night is over,” as she crawled to face you once more, the cat creature presented a tiny wrapped package hat, when torn open, revealed something small and rubbery: a condom; and slipped it into her mouth. She began chewing it as if it were a stick of gum, even going as far as to blow a bubble of pink plastic before retracting it back inside. She repeated the process of chewing and blowing a few time more, teasing you with her piercing eye contact as her chin grazed the sensitive tip of your member, keeping it twitching and alert.

Suddenly she took back you cock and put it back in her mouth. You could not only feel the same rubbery substance slowly stretch over your length, but a slimy coat saliva in between. Rarity finally pulled away from the base to reveal you cock suited with the very condom she had between her teeth, glistening with its own outer coat of spittle.

The cat woman giggled, “Now we’re all set for the final act,” she climbed back on top of you, where she took aim with her swaying hips before lowering herself onto you, then pressing herself further until you felt a pair of lower lips take you inside. She let out a small, slightly bestial sigh from the penetration. It was a tight fit, yet slipped in easily.

Now back into her signature catlike position, Rarity got to work. You felt something strange brushing over you length. And it turned out to be a pleasant one.

“You’re beginning to notice, aren’t you?” Rarity purred, continuing as she grazed ever so lightly with her sharp nails across your bare chest, “This particular brand rubber is made with a special inner surface. A surrounding wall of bristles that are not unlike that of a feline's tongue. Impractical by itself, but prepare it with one’s saliva, and it makes for an excellent imitation. And it goes both ways as well, so we both get to enjoy its features.”

Now that you thought about that, you did read from somewhere that the genitalia of male cats are barbed, and was now impressed this place thought that far ahead to buy this kind of products.

Your thoughts broke when the giant cat on top of you increased her movement and in turn the volume if her moans, with yours soon being forced out as well. Those wet barbs combing across the skin of your cock did well to do that.

“Rrrraaaww. Rrrraaaww.”

Apart from the rumbling trills of her moans, another part that enamored you towards your feline partner was the way her beautiful facial features contorted to become more bestial through the pleasure. Her whiskers were twitching and her teeth were glistening against the reflective light of the lamp. She was so zeroed in on the rapture that she didn’t notice you looking.

You felt her padded paws suddenly grip your shoulders and pull back, as if to tell you to sit up. You did as she wanted, allowing you to slip her legs around your waist and then locked you into her grip along with her arms wrapping under yours, and you wrapping yours around her slim waist in return.

Rarity continued bouncing on you while you thrusted upward to meet her. You felt her rock-hard nipples graze your chest as the two of you grind against each other.

“Arrww-rarww-rarww-rarww—hssss-hsssssss! Rarwwwr!”

Her feral moans were loud right next to your ear. Even your own moans don’t come close to the harsh yowls she makes in one moment and the wet hissing through her teeth in the next.

When you soon feel her nails actually break your skin, you were afraid of what would happen if things got out of hand.

Rarity then pulled her head from her resting place and locked eyes with you. You could see her cute ears flatten against the sides of her head. Those sharpened sapphire-blue eyes seemed to be clear as day despite no light touching them. And those sharp teeth where quiet growls are pulsing through her small mouth. She now looked like an actual beast ready to kill!

At that moment, her moments surged in both speed and force. She was no longer pumping up and down; her hips were now rolling like a crankshaft and smashing hard against yours. Unable to match this new feat of strength and speed you were forced to let her have her way with you; all while having to face further embarrassment of moaning away in the locked embrace of the ferocious feline.

“Mrrrww, did you have fun tonight, my darling?” Rarity asked in a sweetened snarl, but your thoughts were too overtaken by her performance to full process a reply. You could only lament from the barbed walls clawing away at your tightened, embraced member, “Then you will be glad to know you’ll be leaving hear a very satisfied customer. Rrread?!”

For the last time of the evening, your slacked mouth was overtaken, sealed shut tight by a pair of furry lips and raped from within by a rough, slimy appendage. That kiss, combined with her pounding hips and clawing condom, did it for you; and you surrendered the last of your restraint and came.

Rarity, on the other hand, enjoyed the taste of her prey as her unbridled growls quivered into your mouth. Her hips stayed glued to yours as she milked you for all you’re worth.

It felt like forever as her walls smothered around you. For some reason, you can’t calm down. Not as long as those tiny claws continue playing with your cock. All this time, it truly felt like a mouse frozen in the time you were torn apart by a large cat.

Until finally, you felt your restraints unlock. Her legs folded out, her arms slipped away and her mouth released yours, allowing you to fall back to the mattress. All that was left was your member, which was then being slowly pulled out of Rarity's lower mouth as she raised her hips, with an engorged blob underneath the rubber that plopped out close behind.

Now completely separated, Rarity took the condom and carefully tugged it off of you with a rubbery snap. She held the cum-filled sack close to her face, its bulbous load dangling slightly between her eyes. She batted it with her paws to make it swing like a pendulum.

“Another satisfied customers…” she sighed to herself, sharp eyes following the still-swinging pendulum, “As well as another satisfied sperm donor,” she tied the rubber closed and placed it on a waiting plate on the nightstand.

She yawned, which showed off her pearly whites, as she slinked over to your side, and lied down next to your tired self, “If you’re up for another round, by all means; after a little catnap, of course,” she slipped her arms around one of yours, and brushed her furry self against you. You were all too ready to doze off with her, but not without feeling the tiny hairs of Rarity’s fluffy tail graze across your member, preventing it from softening (completely, at least). She continued through the sleep overtaking her, “But please, don’t make a mess… It’s a beast getting certain stains…out of the sheets…”

You lay there as Rarity finally slipped off to sleep, a quiet string of rumbling purring soon bringing you to join her…

The moment you return to the front lobby, a loud scream met your ears. But not of terror or pain, but of pleasure; as you found out when meeting back with Ms. Inkwell, her body sprawled across the mahogany desktop with her wrists tied over her head and fixed to the furniture.

There was another catlike creature not unlike what Rarity looked like. With a mane of the lightest shade mulberry and rose that obscured her face buried between Raven's wide-opened legs, which were also tied to the desk. You begin to approach, mesmerized by the sight of the receptionist thrash against the restraints as she was being eaten out. Her face was twisted by a crazed open smile, a waging tongue, these rolled eyes, and of course, a fresh shriek of ecstasy was forced out as her back was forced into an arch and her legs burst in a drizzling spray.

She began to peter out, now sobbing from the pleasure brought onto her.

Her feline dominator finally pulled away, revealing a face as beautiful as Rarity’s, even when plastered in Raven’s orgasm. You watch as she took this reprieve to groom herself, running her tongue over her paws and brushing her face to cleanliness.

Upon finishing, she opened up a pair of sharpened jade-colored eyes which soon made their way to your direction. Though widened in surprise at first, it was soon replaced in a familiar, sultry manner.

“I heard you had fun with my big sister earlier,” said the cat, toying with her twitching whiskers, “I might consider putting a word out so we could play around,” she glided her body across Raven’s, her bare breasts pressed against the receptionist's clothed breasts, now face to face to her when she continued, “But right now, I still have a little more fun to get out of this one,” in a quick motion, she ripped open Raven’s shirt, the receptionist barely reacting through her pleasure-riddled face, “I’m not object to a free show. It could give you an idea what to expect.”

As her paws were now fixed on Raven’s black lace bra, ready to rip it open like a Christmas present, and her lips just a breath away from the dazed Inkwell, she gave you one more hungry glare.

And from there, you could see the same eyes of a predator as you’ve seen with her sister.

Thus ends tonight’s tale in the Lecherous Pet Shop.

Did you enjoy your stay, one would do well to. You may never get another chance…