[center][b]Cat and Rat[/b][/center]

[center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center]



When Dave had first brought the two pets into contact, he had been worried that they wouldn’t be able to stand each other. After all cats and rodents were hereditary enemies since time immemorial. But Wiggle’s previous owner hadn’t trusted anyone else to hold onto him when he moved into a pet-free apartment.

So he made contingencies. He got a sturdy large cage, set it up in a part of the house Mittens could be locked out of if need be, and planned on finding a different rat-friendly forever home as soon as possible. Even after finding the Russian blue and the rat to be friendly enough to make it a permanent adoption, he still harbored some concerns.

He needn’t have worried. And, in fact, would never have believed just how friendly the pets were when he wasn’t around.

“Hey, do you want to fuck?”

Mittens the cat flicked her eyes open. She didn’t have to twist [i]too[/i] far to identify the one asking as the patchy-colored and perhaps unfortunately named Wiggles, not that there would be anyone else around asking. She considered. “I could go for that. What did you have in mind?”

“I was thinking I could use your tight hole and then get you off.” Wiggles offered.

Mittens stretched, paws extending out to the furthest extent and tendons pulling clows free to gore empty air, her spine curled back in a way that would be most uncomfortable for a non-feline. “Yeah, okay.”

Wiggles, the unfortunately named rat, attempted to scramble up onto the couch to join her. He found himself batted in the snout just as he was planting his jaw on the seat cushion to lever himself up and sent tumbling back to the ground.

“Not up here.” The cat rolled upright to survey the rodent from her perch on the couch. Seeing the sleek chubby rat none the worse for the short fall, she dropped down to join him. “There’s a nice sunbeam over by the window right now.”

He rolled himself to his feet (only taking two tries), and nonchalantly scampered after the feline. Mittens could be a little rough, something Wiggles took in stride without harboring any particular concerns. “I like the couch.”

“You’re gonna lay on me after anyway, so I’d like a nice sunbeam.”

Wiggles found no flaw in that logic. He wasn’t particularly upset in any case. Besides, he got to watch the shapely hindquarters of the bigger mammal work on the way. The sight was distracting enough that he walked into it when Mittens stopped and he forgot to do so, which also was not really upsetting at all. It was a nice leg to walk into.

She turned her head to look at the rodent impassively, and turned back. Mittens extended her forepaws ahead of her, leaning down with spine arched and tail raised to the sky. The motion could have been pure luxurious stretch, a deliberate show for the rat picking himself up behind her, or both. In any case Mittens smoothly rolled from that position into the puddle of sunlight that was her destination, and came to rest on her back.

“Hmmmmkay.” She purred. “Go ahead, Wiggles.”

The rat happily clambered up, straddling the cat’s tail and pulling himself upward. Between Wiggle’s legs his little pink penis was hard. It prodded carelessly against Mitten’s fuzzy rear as he situated himself, positioning his hips up between her legs. 

The fleshy spike caught against the cat’s snatch, where the tiny bead of pre at his tip rubbed off on the side of her thin feminine lips. Skin skidded against skink with a bumpy sensation as that bit of lubrication wiped off, smeared onto the rim of her still-dry pussy. Penetrating that cleft would still be possible of course. With the difference in scale between the furry fuckbuddies the act would be more similar to a pair of well-caked humans hotdogging, grinding in that relatively dry depression until things slickened a bit.

Fun, to be sure. But that wasn’t Wiggle’s aim today.

The rat clambered just a little further up to find his real mark; the small divot nestled just above the pussy’s pussy and just under the nub of her clitoris. Mittens’ urethra. Her piss-slit. As he called it, her ‘tight hole’. No other opening on the larger mammal could fairly be described as such by the rat, as nice as they all were.

Wiggle’s tip bumped around the surface of that narrowest entrance, prodding with the rubbery sensation of plump flesh on flesh. More rodent precum dabbed around it haphazardly as his plumbing supplied it and changed the sensation into a slick sliding. 

“That feels like enough. I’m going in.” He stated absently. The warning likely was not strictly necessary. But Mittens was still a cat, and cats were glitchy and given to reflex at the best of times, and it would be a shame to be batted off of his perch and have to get back in position before going on. It had been known to happen. 

He waited a full two heartbeats for the answering huff of approval before proceeding. A sloooow push in, to relish the slide of penetration. Just perfect to suit his mood today. That tight piss-slit hugged his dick the whole way down to his sheath.

That delightful squeeze relinquished his tip slightly before Wiggles bottomed out. His ratty cock was a little longer than Mittens’ urethral passage, the distal end sticking out into her bladder proper. Something like a stroker toy if any had ever been sized for a rat. A stroker that twitched and pulled around his width (substantial width, for his species) in irregular lack of patter, trying to cope with an intrusion for which it was not designed.

The position wedged Mittens’ clit up against his lower belly; he ground himself forward, pressing with his hips for the sheer joy of the resistance of fur against fur while mashing her feminine button. Gradually the rodent loosened his grip on self control, pulling back a little further and further with each press until he was genuinely fucking the cat’s hole.

For her part, Mittens enjoyed the sensation of being fucked in the urethra as a ticklish point of tension between her legs. The increasing friction and push on her clit spiced it, began to stoke her own arousal fully awake, but the novelty of being screwed this way would probably have been enough for her to indulge him.

Not long until Wiggles’ little balls- ‘little’ on an absolute scale, since as a typical male rat Wiggles was carrying a fair bit of heft [i]proportionally[/i]- tap tap slapping against her pussy started to become a rather damper sensation. 

The vibrations of her purring triggered Wiggles’ climax. Squeaking in ecstasy he shoved forward, balls pulling up to his body to supply the seed he pumped into his feline lover’s bladder. One of her forepaws moved downward to rest on his head, pushing his pointed face into the soft fur of her belly.

“Mrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…” She hummed happily, patting his head. “A little fast this time.”

Wiggles, ejaculation coming to an end, gave a couple extra humps into her despite his post-orgasm sensitivity, and pulled out with a shove of his hindlegs against the cat’s inner thighs. He lost purchase in the motion, hindquarters sliding back. Dampness smeared over his belly in the short slide before he caught himself. Female cat arousal, and perhaps just a dribble of mixed fluids from the suddenly un-plugged hole he had just vacated where it closed a fraction slower than his penis removed itself. 

“You’re very tight today.” Wiggles excused his performance. Unnecessary, of course, but a male has his pride. 

“Mmm-hmm.” Mittens allowed graciously. She placed her paw against his face again and pushed, sending the rat tumbling back to land rump-first on her tail with a small squeak. “Now, do me.”

The rat righted himself without complaint, straddling the fluffy grey tail. From here the view was glorious. The wall of feline posterior before him already made a good start, topped by a glimpse of Mittens’ lazily expectant gaze. She dropped out of sight an instant later, not wanting to appear too eager of course. Remaining was the moist cleft gleaming before him, now flushed and swollen. Her clit poked proudly, fully erect up from the apex of her slit. A tiny dribble of white rat-cum slid down from the recently fucked urethra under it, running down into the cunny he knew from experience he could fit most of his muzzle into.

Licking up the side of his snout at the appetizing site he shuffled forward. Balls and half-hardness dragged along her fluffy tail as he repositioned, standing up on hindlegs. Wiggles wasn’t shy about using the sides of her swelled vulva as pawholds to lift himself up with, a counterproductive exercise with how slick they had become but worthwhile for the twitch of the tail between his legs. 

As his head came level he planted his tongue against Mittens’ kitty clitty with relish, dragging his tongue over a feminine nub that was almost half as long as his endowment and definitely thicker. He licked again and again, diligently, unable to get enough of the taste of girl cat, and was rewarded with the beginnings of a soft rolling purr.

Wiggles only considered this a good start. Adding his forepaws to the mix took only a moment, using the rodentine digits to knead at first the outside of her pussy, then the inside as he continued his oral assault. The fur of his forelegs was rapidly drenched as he worked both paws into her, double fisting the larger predator. He pressed and rubbed at the slick walls of the pussy that was designed for cocks far larger than his (even accounting for the comparatively small endowments of male felines). And her inner walls pressed and kneaded back.

The rat pulled his paws out and brought them up to her clit, joining and then replacing his tongue to give that pink taster a moments rest. Happily Wiggles worked her button, first taking advantage of his smallness to stroke it like he might his own maleness, then squeezing rhythmically, then rolling it back and forth.

He could tell he was doing a good job by the feeling of Mittens’ leg twitching off to his side and the rising buzz from her vocal cords. Mittens had already been worked up from him plowing her urethra, sure enough, but this direct attention all paid to her most sensitive spot was something else. Sparks of pleasure crawled slowly into her one by one, diffusing into her middle.

Nonetheless Wiggles was taking his time. He paused periodically to merely nuzzle Mittens most sensitive spot, stopped, began to knead and stroke again starting from the middle of her folds and moving up to the engorged clit. For the fun of it he stopped entirely for a long moment and licked at her urethra, tickling her piss-slit with his little pointed tongue and tasting himself on the hole until it twitched threateningly. Then began to lick and nibble once more at the erect clit above it.

“Rrrrrrrr….” Mittens pawed at the air, eyes fixed on nothing in particular. She was focused entirely on the sensations building to a head in her crotch, feeling them compound and climb onto each other. “Almost… I’m about to…”

Her climax announced itself before she could finish doing so. Her cunny fluttered against the belly of the rat who was pressed up against it, gushed femcum onto the already matted stomach fur. Once, and again, and again, and then the cleft trembled hard and leaked more slowly.

“Keep going!” Mittens yowled through the trailing end of her orgasm. The cat was having to exert a considerable, obvious effort not to buck her hips so violently she threw off her smaller lover. “One…. Rrrrow! One more-“

Wiggles couldn’t very well deny the hot female. Though, he was slowed somewhat by keeping his balance on his seat atop her lashing tail. That forced him to ease the pace of his stimulation, his paws needed to keep a hold on the fur of her belly while he aimed his tongue-strokes vaguely over the upper arch of her opening. Most of them even hit the mark.

As Mittens’ movements subsided, the cat fully through her first cum of the day and panting heavily but still expectant, he was able to add more precision to his ministrations, paws once more joining his mouth. Wiggles also had the chance to notice his own returning erection.

Hard again and well aware that the hardness was slickened as much by Mittens’ juices as the rest of his front- and some on his hips, and his balls, and even a drop that had managed to trickle down past those to moisten his tailhole- he had the perfect thing to do with that information. His current position put him perfectly in line to work his hips forward and push his dick into Mitten’s tailhole.

A slightly clumsy maneuver since he never stopped working the cat’s clit. But nonetheless manageable, to prod his point around her rim and then into the pucker by touch. Her rear entrance wasn’t at all as tight as  her ‘tight’ hole, virtually cavernous by comparison, but it was still the second tightest opening available to him on the feline body and a warm hole to thrust into.

While he fucked her ass Wiggles redoubled his assault on her clit. He brought out all the stops, nibbling and lapping and massaging. He tickled at it with his whiskers. He squeezed it hard. And, he could tell from her noises and motions and the returning tremble in the pussy at his chest and in the hole gently wrapped around his pistoning cock, it wasn’t long before he had her ready to pop again.

He maybe could have teased it out longer. But Wiggles had got that out of his system during the first round. The rat shoved both his forelegs into her pussy to the shoulder, shoving out to spread the squeezing walls as best he could. Mouth latched onto Mittens’ clit and penetrating her three times over, he did what he knew would drive the female out of her head with pleasure and scratched at her vaginal walls hard with his little claws.

The rough treatment of her innards simulated the barbs of a male cat’s penis wonderfully. No matter ones partners some things are just built into the physiology, and the sharp stimuli ran like lightning through Mittens’ system and sent her into a yowling, shuddering second set of peaks. 

Wiggles didn’t let up through it all, fisting and scratching her insides and suckling her nub. Her canal crushed down on his forelimbs, penetrating and penetrated each giving as good as they got. Below that he continued his fucking, thrusting into that loos(er) hole. In her orgasm her anal passage twitched and clenched down on him, adding more friction to the loose delving.

With his first round already pumped out into her urethra earlier Wiggles had plenty of stamina to go, continuing the pleasant mild fucking through her jagged repeating orgasm, enjoying all of the cat’s lower geography at once. He was still humping when she subsided into a pleasant purring post-orgasm, sphincter loosening into relaxation around his hardon.

“Stoooop…” Mittens moaned, the smile in her voice contradicting the content of the word. “Let go of my clit… I’m too se- sensitive…”

He reluctantly removed his mouth from her reddened nub. And, as an afterthought, pulled free his forelegs from her slit. A little smear of pink bedecked the fur of those limbs- evidently his ratty claws had broken the skin on the inside of her pussy, at least slightly.

Keeping his hips moving as he did so (since she hadn’t said anything about that), he licked the smudge of blood out of his fur. Nothing to worry about, really. If Wiggles could be said to amiably tolerate with a deal of rough treatment by his large fur-sibling, she seemed to delight in his returning the favor from time to time.

Though he found her ass delightful, and he could keep going almost forever if he wanted in the forgiving mildness of that more expansive passage, Wiggles’ hips were starting to complain a bit. So with regret he sped up, humping with as much vigor as he could and losing himself in the sexy reality of having his whole self up against his satisfied lover’s delicates until he shot his second load.

Dreamily he sat there, hard in the soft passage. With a sigh he pulled loose, entirety of his front parting from her, and climbed once more up her hindquarters and further up onto a belly gently vibrating with the sound of feline pleasure.

Mittens lazily curled her neck to look at him, blinking. “You’re a mess.”

Wiggles adjusted his position, flexing his left paw to work out the soreness. He was pretty sure her pussy muscles had strained it… Fully worth the experience, of course. “Not [i]my[/i] fault. You’re a messy kitty.” 

Her paw batted at the top of his head playfully. Then she curled further forward to lick at him, cleaning salty-sweet femcum out of his fur with her rough tongue. A nap together in this sunbeam would be absolutely perfect... just as soon as she was sure they wouldn’t wake with fur stuck together.





[center]The End[/center]