"I don't need a babysitter!" Poppy yelled at her dad as the family was getting ready to leave. Poppy's brother, Clover, had a recital that night and Poppy refused to go, so her parents had decided to get her a babysitter. 
"I know you don't, sweetie," her dad said gently while carefully straightening out his tie. "But she's a friend of mine from work and you'll like her. If there's an emergency she'll be there to help, but she's not going to parent you."
"I'm ten!" Poppy said. "I can get myself ready for bed and everything."
"I know," her dad said. He turned away from the mirror and put his hands on Poppy's shoulders while she angrily pouted. "But you decided to stay home, so we have to have at least one adult who can be around if something happens. We won't be able to answer our phones right away at the recital." Poppy whined, but her dad had already made the decision. Clover flashed her a "told you so" older brother grin as the family filed downstairs. As they did, the doorbell rang. 
"Great, she's here!" her father said. He sushed Poppy's threatening growl at her brother and opened the door. 

Poppy stopped growling when her father opened the door. The woman who entered was not at all what she was picturing when her father said they were a "female coworker friend". Instead of a tired looking middle aged mom or old crabby looking lady, she was in her twenties and wearing a small black dress. She had long gorgeous black hair and dark fur dappled with orange brindle throughout. Poppy's tail twitched. The woman's golden eyes went from her father to Poppy, and a warm smile graced her delicate features.
"This is Aria," her father said, referring to the oddly elegant young woman. 
"H-hi," Poppy stuttered. Her brother elbowed her in the ribs with a wicked grin and she shot him a threatening glare. 
"Hello, Poppy," she said gently. Even her voice was oddly warm and comforting. "I've heard a lot about you and your brother." Clover's ears perked at the mention of himself, and he stood straight up and did his best to look mature.
"What did dad say about me?" Clover asked.
"He said you like music and teasing your sister." Aria said with a giggle. Clover's face deflated and Poppy couldn't help but giggle. Poppy's dad and brother filed out of the house after her dad spent probably ten extra minutes explaining to Aria how to take care of her while Aria nodded politely. Eventually, the two boys left, and shut and locked the door behind them. Poppy was alone with Aria. 

Aria smiled at Poppy and calmly went to the kitchen.
"I already ate," Poppy said.
"Oh, I figured," Aria said, "I'm just poking around." Not long after, Aria came back out to the living room with a glass of wine. Poppy marveled at her blantant un-babysitter-like act.
"Are you um...supposed to have that?" Poppy asked. Aria smiled warmly and ruffled Poppy's hair. 
"Not if you tell someone," Aria said. "Otherwise we've got ourselves a little secret, don't we?"
"Y-yeah," Poppy said. "Have you babysat before?"
"Once or twice when I was younger," Aria said, taking a sip of wine. "Your dad asked me based on me being a woman first and foremost, I'm fairly sure." Poppy sighed.
"Sounds like my dad," Poppy said. "He's...not really concerned about details." Aria laughed. Poppy sat down beside her and glanced at the TV remote.
"Want to watch something?" Aria asked. 
"Um, I guess? Unless you wanted to do something else."
"Oh, dear," Aria laughed. "Don't say things you'll regret later." Poppy felt a little uneasy, but nodded and picked up the remote. She felt the urge to impress the strange woman, so she put on a cooking show instead of the cartoons she normally watched. Aria seemed interested in the show, so they both quietly sat together. At some point, Aria left to get some more wine. When she came back, as she sat down she wrapped her arm around Poppy's shoulder. 
"Wh-," Poppy started to say, but Aria just giggled. 
"Relax," said the older woman. "We've got the whole house to ourselves for a while, right?" Poppy nodded, but she couldn't quite understand the implication of that statement. 

While Aria continued to drink, Poppy found herself leaning against the woman and enjoying the physical contact. Her dad wasn't a very affectionate person and being with her brother was nice and all, but there was something weirdly pleasant about an adult giving that sort of affection. At some point Poppy shifted in her seat and Aria moved her arm away - but not before gently running her fingers through Poppy's short, boyish hair. Poppy blushed and quickly went to the bathroom, but before she left the room she stared at herself in the mirror. The white fur on her face was tinged pink from her blushing so hard. She shook her head. This was all just her being clingy. Seeing affection when there wasn't any. She did that a lot with her dad. This was just another instance of feeling weird around a stranger. That was it. She took a deep breath and returned to the room, detirmined to not be a weird clingy little kid. She was ten, not five. When she returned to the couch, Aria smiled warmly again at her and gestured for Poppy to join her again. Poppy inhaled sharply. The pretense of being a mature little adult faultered. She didn't understand the feelings she was having, but she dutifully returned to her spot on the couch.

When Poppy leaned against her, Aria gently touched her cheek, turned Poppy's face to hers, and kissed her. All the hair on Poppy's neck stood up and her tail poofed up in shock. Aria pulled away and giggled. 
"You look surprised," she said. Poppy tried to say something, but all that came out was a rush of air. Aria put her wine glass down and held Poppy's head with her hands. 
"I must be very lucky," Aria mused in between kissing Poppy's lips. "I've never gotten the chance to enjoy such a cute little girl." Poppy finally managed to stutter something out. 
"W-we probably shouldn't do something like this," Poppy stammered. "If my dad finds out-"
"Which he won't," said Aria gently, sliding her hand up Poppy's shirt, "because you're a good girl and would never tell him." She kissed Poppy's neck and fondled her chest, and Poppy squirmed and tried to move away. Aria grabbed the back of Poppy's neck with her free and and gently hissed into Poppy's twitching ear.
"Don't fight," she said. "You wouldn't want me to hurt you, would you? You're a good girl. Relax." Poppy whimpered as Aria's nails sank into the back of her neck and her teeth grazed Poppy's shoulder. Poppy wasn't sure what to do or what to think - the only person that touched her like this was her brother, but he was never this rough or forceful with her. The woman quickly seemed to grow bored of fondling Poppy's flat chest and instead began unbuttoning Poppy's pants. 
"Wait," Poppy said, "You can't, if my brother finds out-"
"He'll what? He's thirteen." Aria laughed, like she'd just told a great joke. She tugged down Poppy's pants and Poppy finally struggled to get away. Aria easily overpowered her by grabbing her slender body and slamming her back into the couch, then placing her hand around Poppy's neck with one hand and tossing Poppy's pants to the side with her other hand. Her wine glass tumbled to the floor as Poppy tried to kick, and the woman's hand immediately tightened around her neck. All the air in the little girl's lungs was squeezed out and she could only let out a pitiful squeak, like a balloon leaking air. 
"It's simple," Aria told the girl as she struggled to draw breath. "All you have to do is lay back and enjoy for a bit. Can you do that? My hand's getting sore from having to choke you." Poppy whimpered and Aria let go, letting Poppy gasp deeply for air. 
"Please stop," Poppy said. Aria smiled warmly at her with exactly the same affection in her eyes as when she first arrived at the house.
"No," Aria said in a chipper tone. "Are you going to relax and spread your legs for me? Or do I need to throttle your stupid little throat again?" Poppy shakily repositioned herself to a sitting position on the couch in front of the woman, and then wordlessly spread her legs, gritting her teeth in the process.
"Good girl," Aria said gently. "We'll get along just fine."

Aria's fingers were oddly gentle as they caressed Poppy's thighs. It was a complete tone shift from only moments ago. She very gently pressed her nails to Poppy's sensitive skin, and Poppy trembled. Aria looked at her questioningly. 
"It tickles," Poppy explained through shaky breaths. 
"Here," Aria said. She pressed her nails down a little harder, but not in a painful way. The increase in presure made Poppy tense up. "Does this tickle?" Aria asked. 
"No," Poppy responded honestly. "Can you please just...do whatever you're going to do? I won't fight. Just please finish." Aria let out a bright, girlish giggle and leaned in, gently kissing Poppy's thighs. 
"Alright, deal," Aria said gently. "But you have to work for it. Lift your hips." Poppy had to look away as she did so, because she couldn't stand to see that woman's face between her legs. Aria kissed her inner thigh before wrapping her lips around Poppy's twitching clit. Poppy had to hold in a noise her body wanted to make as it sent a shockwave through her. Aria's tongue and lips moved in such a strangely gentle way that Poppy couldn't help but shudder. The young cat girl was totally outmanuvered and she had no idea what to say or do. All she could focus on was covering her mouth to keep the unintentional noises from coming out. She didn't want to give the woman the satisfaction of knowing how much it was affecting her. Poppy's hips began to squirm and move against her will too, and Poppy mentally chided herself for doing so. But Aria thankfully wasn't smiling or giggling at her, instead her plump lips were busy working on Poppy's clit and ocassionally dipping inside of her pussy. Something on the TV mentioned knives.
"C-can you please turn the TV off?" Poppy asked. She stopped, and Poppy's body shuddered just as hard from the sudden lack of contact as it did when her lips first connected with Poppy's. She calmly turned off the TV and ran her hands over Poppy's tummy and thighs, looking over her the same way an antique appraiser would look at an old vase.

"Why are you staring at me?" Poppy asked, trying to ignore how cold she felt between her legs without anything there.
"You're gorgeous, did you know that?" Aria said gently. She ran her hands over Poppy again, pushing Poppy's shirt up to expose her chest. 
"I told you to hurry," Poppy whined, afraid that this might go on for the entire night. Aria kissed her stomach, her chest, and then her lips. The older woman's behavior had changed. 
"Do you touch yourself, Poppy?" Aria asked, kissing Poppy's hips. Poppy wasn't shaking as badly as before, but now her brain felt oddly cloudy and unfocused.
"I...sometimes," she muttered. 
"Good," Aria said. "It's good for girls to learn to love themselves. Does anyone else touch you like this?" As if to demonstrate, she gently spread the lips between Poppy's legs. 
"My brother," Poppy said, before immediately placing her hand over her mouth in horror at what she'd just admitted. Aria smiled, but in a less threatening way than before. 
"How about this?" Aria gently ran the tip of her finger up and down Poppy's slit. "You don't tell your dad about me, and I won't tell him about you and your brother."
"Th-that's not fair," Poppy whined. "My brother and I do stuff for fun together and he stops if I ask."
"So you want me to tell your dad about how nicely your brother asks when he fucks you?" Aria's voice was tinged with venom.
"N-no." Poppy felt defeated. Aria gently pushed a finger inside of Poppy's slit. It went in a little too easily, with a soft wet noise. Poppy had to look away again and felt kind of nauseous thinking about how a stranger could easily ruin the relationship she had with her brother. Aria gently pushed her finger in and out before sliding a second elegant finger inside of Poppy. Poppy closed her eyes as her fingers moved again. She kind of wished the TV was on again because she hated the slick noise her pussy made being finger-fucked by the older woman. She was so focused on how much she hated it that she forgot to cover her mouth, and unintentionally moaned when the woman's fingers flexed inside of her. 
"Good girl," Aria said gently. "Why don't you go ahead and try to cum for me? You're already this wet, so I know you want to." 
"I hate you," Poppy muttered, gripping the couch as the pace of Aria's fingers sped up. 
"What was that?" Aria asked. She was stroking and curling her fingers in such a way that was making Poppy's poor little body shake and squirm against her. 
"I h-hate," Poppy started to say, but noticed how shaky and whiny her own voice had gotten. Aria giggled. 
"Almost there, dear," Aria said gently. Poppy felt hot burning tears finally drip from her eyes as her hips began to tense and shift against the older woman's persistent fingers. Her breath shook with a mix of intense overwhelming physical sensation and from starting to cry. All that could be heard was the now sickeningly wet noise of fucking and Poppy's hard, shaky breaths and whines. 
"Let it out," Aria said. 

The orgasm absolutely wrecked Poppy's small frame. Her hips bucked wildly and her entire body was crashed by a wave of intense nausea along with unbidden physical pleasure. She opened her mouth and let out the loudest moan she'd ever been able to make. She could feel tears rushing down her face as the second wave of the orgasm hit her, but her mind was thankfully a total blank by the third or fourth. Slowly the room stopped spinning and her body could only twitch as she laid there in a heap of strange emotions. She felt Aria's fingers slide out of her along with a copious amount of her own bodily fluids. When she looked, she saw Aria licking the cum off her fingers. Maybe it was just her imagination, but Aria sounded like she was purring. Poppy laid there for several minutes, trying to form a cohesive thought. Aria left the room and returned with a wash cloth to clean up the mess. 
"Aria?" Poppy asked.
"Yes?"
"How long until my dad and brother get home?" Aria glanced at her phone. 
"Another three hours. It's only been about forty-five minutes." Poppy slowly exhaled. 
"Shall we move to your room then?" Aria asked. "This couch can't be that comfortable." Poppy's ears flicked and she let out a slow, ragged sigh.
"You won't tell him?" Poppy asked.
"No, dear," Aria said gently. "Besides, I might not be able to babysit you again after that."
"Again?" Poppy asked. Aria smiled in response, then leaned over and kissed Poppy gently on the lips.
"Let's continue this conversation in your room," she said. Poppy tried to think, but her brain felt like mush.
"Okay," she said. "Can you help me walk?"
"Of course," Aria said, kissing her lips again. "Anything for a cute girl."