And this little town happened to have a good number of benefits, a good coffee place, a good market, a decent museum (Though nothing worth his professional attention) and, best of all, only a single, fat, slow, sharp-as-a-hammer cop.
And that's to say nothing of the lax dress code, that being that most folks didn't wear pants at all, and how openly trusting everyone was of anyone new to town...
Well, the Mayor didn't seem too keen on him, but wasn't openly hostile either, just guarded. It didn't bother Cheshire, though, as the sole human in town was more often than not holed up in the Town Hall, alone with his assistant, sometimes even after hours...
Not that the thieving feline was judging or anything.
Another fun little thing about the town was how much everyone threw themselves into festivities when a holiday came around, be it dressing up and pranks for Halloween, the feasts of the Harvest Day Festival, summer fireworks or the joyous, town wide New Years Eve party, or, in today's case, the colorful, musical Festivale...
To be honest, Cheshire didn't really know what the hell this holiday was supposed to be about, and he'd only skimmed the little pamphlet that Isabelle and the Mayor had put on the town bulletin board. All he knew was 'Catch Feathers (Apparently shed by some migratory birds in mid-air after mating season to fall where-ever) and get free stuff for them'.
And free stuff for a few feathers was a good trade...If only the Festivale organizer wasn't such a Prima Donna pain in the ass.
"No-No, Pavé wants three BLUE feathers!"
"Pavé is not feeling of blue feathers, bring Pavé feathers as red and fiery as his soul~"
"Pavé wants purple feathers! Are you so dense as to not know the color of your own fur!?"
Cheshire was about to show the pompous peacock how to kiss his own ass at this point. He'd gone around town and gotten, in triplicate, feathers of every color he could find, and even a cool little multi-colored one he's tucked into his back pocket for himself, and if the bird-brain messed with him again, he might just show the bastard where he could shove them.
Not exactly feeling in the "Festivale" spirit antmore, Cheshire grumbled under his breath as he walked towards the arch set up in the town plaza, watching the peacock dance to his music as the cat approached. The thief could admit one thing, Pavé was a pain in the ass, but he had a hell of an ass himself...
If only he didn't also have such a mouth on him too...
"Oh, what's this? Mr. Kitty-No-Dance has returned." Pavé chuckled in his usual, haughty tone, "Have you brought Pavé the white feathers he desires?"
...White feathers?
It took a lot of effort for Cheshire not to pop the bird right in his beak, as one of the drawbacks of being in a small town was that sort of thing tended to get around, and punching a town guest wouldn't look to good no matter what.
Turning and grumbling, Cheshire started to walk away when he heard the pompous prick gasp behind him.
"Oh! Pavé cannot believe his eyes!" Cheshire turned back to see the peacock looking utterly stunned, one hand covering his beak, "Did Pavé see a Rainbow Feather in Mr. Kitty-No-Dance's pocket?"
Taking a moment, Cheshire pulled the special little feather out of his back pocket, twirling it between two fingers, "You mean this thing?"
"Yes!" The bird nodded enthusiastically, "So nice! So grand! Can Pavé have it?" Cheshire hesitated for a moment, which, it seemed, was more than enough to set the performer off, "GIVE IT TO PAVÉ! GIVE IT NOW!"
Taking another moment to look over the steamed bird, Cheshire smirked, feeling a special kind of sadistic glee as he said, plain and simple, "No."
Pavé looked shocked, "W-what!?"
"I said no, I found this and figured I'd keep it for myself," the feline explained with a mile-wide smile, "So no, you can't have it, it's mine."
Pavé couldn't have looked more taken aback, a look that fit him very well, in Cheshire's opinion, "B-b-but, the beauty..."
With the sun highlighting his pearly whites, Cheshire turned and started walking away, "Try finding one yourself, Dancing Boy." He only heard the bird grumbling behind him, and that was all he needed.
Cheshire only got a few steps, though, before a hand gripped his shoulders, the cat finding himself spun around and pushed back, falling onto the Town Tree's planter, Pavé looking down at him with fire in his eyes, a hand on his hip as he brought a finger under Cheshire's chin.
"Pavé has seen you looking, mean Mr. Kitty," Pavé cooed, his voice oddly soft, but husky, "Pavé cannot blame you, for Pavé's body is as glorious and lovely as Festivale itself. Pavé knows you want this body, that you want Pavé to shake his lovely hips just for you, and bring you the pleasure only Pavé can."
The dancer trailed his finger from Cheshire's chin, down his toned, shirtless chest and hooked it into the waist band of his shorts, quickly popping the button open, his face close to the feline's own, "Such lovely feathers are rare, and Pavé doesn't think Mr. Kitty knows how much Pavé wants it." The peacock's hand deftly reached into the cat's shorts, the skilled fingers quickly fondling the thief's rapidly hardening member, "Because Pavé wants it very, very badly."
Cheshire felt his heart begin to beat faster as the dancer's soft hand wrapped around his dick, his broad grin sharpening to a narrow smirk as he locked eyes with the peacock, their faces just inches from each other, "Oh really? Because I'm suddenly rather fond of it myself, and I can't be sure what you would have that's worth it."
Pavé harrumphed as he released the kitty cock and turned away. Cheshire grumbled and was about to tuck himself away and maybe go find one of the local girls when he heard a distinct *snap* and looked up in time to see Pavé's toned ass staring to pop out of the top of his pants before they dropped to the ground, exposing his long, stocking clad legs and tight, blue booty, bringing the smirk back to the feline face as Pavé stepped turned back to him, the bird's own dick standing rigid.
"Mr. Kitty must be joking, even a taste of Pavé's perfection would be worth such a trade," The Festivale Dancer clicked his tongue, looking Cheshire over with heavy lidded eyes, "but Pavé is feeling generous as well as beautiful, and will show you what his wonderful body is capable of."
"Oh really," Cheshire quipped, "Your ass looks good enough, but I'm not sure it can cancel out that smart mouth of yours."
Pavé's eyes narrowed at the affront to his pride, stepping close before settling in the cat's lap, the feline member sliding against his rump as his own thumped against Cheshire's belly.
"Pavé has no idea what Mr. Kitty could mean, but he will show you just how perfect his posterior is." And with that, he lifted himself up slowly, Cheshire's cock dragging along Pavé's rear before the dancer slid back down again, the cat's rod twitching a little from the sensation of the soft rump rubbing against it.
Cheshire closed his eyes and let out a soft 'murr' as his cock hot-dogged against Pavé's ass, his hands moving to get a decent grip on the peacock's grinding hips, sighing through clenched his teeth. Distracted at the moment, he did immediately notice the soft hand cupping his cheek until Pavé more forcibly pulled him to look into the bird's half-lidded eyes before mouth met beak, Pavé's tongue dancing with his own for a short time before they separated.
"Well," Pavé chirped, sounding a little out of breath, "Has Pavé convinced you yet? Or does Mr. Kitty feel greedy?"
Cheshire couldn't help but chuckle, "I'm always feeling greedy," He gripped Pavé's ass tightly, lifting the bird a bit, "I think you need to really show me how far you're willing to go for that feather."
Feeling the oncoming invader knocking at his back door, the dancer quivered in the feline's grip but managed to compose himself, clicking his tongue as he looked down on the cat, "Very well, Pavé shall grace you with his glorious body, since Mr. Kitty seems to desire it so obviously."
Pavé lowered himself into Cheshire's lap, a low moan coming from one of them, or perhaps both, but neither would admit it as their heavy, determined eyes met. Pavé leaned closer, until Cheshire could feel his breath in his ear, "Yes feel Pavé's hips gyrate in your lap. Pavé dances so divinely on your cock, Mr. Kitty." The bird shuddered and groaned, leaning back as he gripped Cheshire's shoulders, his tight blue derriere beginning to bounce in the feline's lap, "Feel the rhythm! Feel the beat! Feel the pleasure! Feel the heat!"
Cheshire grit his teeth, sighing as the bird's soft ass enveloped his dick again and again, soft claps sounding with every drop. Releasing his grip on Pavé's ass, the cat leaned back, one hand resting on the dancer's hips as the other reached back to steady himself as he began to lift his own hips, thrusting to meet Pavé's ass.
Pavé quivered, goosebumps shooting up his spine as the rhythm of their movements began to pick up. He tightened his grip on the cat's toned shoulders, thrusting his ass down harder and harder, his own throbbing, untouched cock thumping against Cheshire's belly..
"One...And Two, me...and You," he groaned, moving with the rhythm of his dance, "Three...and Four! Time to...to..." His beak clenched, holding back a groan as he felt the cat cock throb, just moments before releasing string after thick string of cum into him, tipping off Pavé's own orgasm with a loud cry of, "Roar!"
Cheshire groaned as the peacock's ass milked all the cum it could from him as the dancer shuddered in his lap. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he looked up at Pavé, the bird panting, sweating, framed by the confetti and feathers falling behind him. When he was actually quiet, he was pretty cute. Cheshire smirked up at him, "Viva...Festivale..." He sighed, basking in the feeling of the bird's tight ass.
"I...er, Pavé has kept his promise," Pavé said, a little shakily, "And now Mr. Kitty No Dance must too."
Chuckling lighlty, Cheshire nodded, reaching down to his pants, he pulled the feather free and held it up to the performer. Pavé quickly plucked it from the cat's grasp and tucked it into his top, standing abruptly (On slightly shaky legs) as he smirked down on the feline.
"Thank you, Mr. Kitty No Dance, Pavé is happy to do business with you." He turned away, giving Cheshire a good look at his cum-leaking ass as he looked back over his shoulder, "Mr. Kitty has better rhythm than Pavé thought. Perhaps Pavé will grace you with his body again someday, and you can learn the true dances of passion, but for now, Pavé has to work."
Cheshire watched as the peacock walked back to his archway, still pantsless and adding some extra sway to his hips as he did so. Shaking his head, the feline pulled his shorts back on, turning to walk away...and catching sight of something floating on the wind not far away...
Something colorful...
Looking back at the dancer, shaking his cum-laden booty, Cheshire's grin widened, his pants tightening in preparation for the upcoming repeat performance.
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Two years went by that quick...Someone tell the driver to stop the world, it;s going too fast...