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  "writing": "[i]The Joneses Set The Pace[/i]\n\nThe nights in Melissa Jones’s room were never all that dark. An old hand-me-down slip cast ceramic lamp sat on a dresser by the door. The body of the lamp was nine-inch-tall tree standing broad and proud from an oblong base shaped like a grassy hill with a little recessed doorway. Flanking the circular red door were a pair of little crescent windows. Flower pots and garden tools lined the flagstone doorstep.\n\nOn the doorstep, holding a broom, stood a mother rabbit with white fur in a yellow dress and white apron. The doe’s gaze was directed up the hill toward the base of the tree, as if calling out. Around the brown glazed trunk danced a ring of six rabbit kits in children’s clothing from generations ago. The billowing canopy in dark green glaze ballooned above the dancing youths. Its cloud-like shape was pierced with curves and pinholes, straight through to the hollow interior. \n\nWithin the base of the sculpture was a wooden plate with a metal stem that held a small lightbulb at the top and an even smaller one at the bottom. When the rotary switch on the ancient cord was turned, amber light from the bulbs flooded the interior and shone through the canopy holes and the windows by the door. Six well-hidden circular holes under the canopy dropped rays upon the dancing bunnies like sunny spotlights breaking through the leaves.\n\nThe lamp had sat in her mother’s childhood bedroom, her grandmother’s, and her great grandmother’s. Time, countless moves, and the wear and tear special to children’s heirlooms had all left their marks. It, however, worked as well as ever. Dots and crescents of soft gold had speckled the nighttime walls and ceilings of girls’ bedrooms for a touch under a century.\n\nBeneath the manufactured cosmos, lay a carpeted floor scattered with toys, coloring books, and exploded boxes of crayons and other colorful art supplies. A cubby set with cloth bins and a little television on top stood against the wall next to the dresser. The tv’s blue light shone dimly with a looping screensaver of small tropical fish ducking in and out and around a pile of rocks and coral. The modern nightlight lulled the newly five-year-old kitten when her mind just needed visual and auditory repetition to fall asleep, but she had adored the lamp since before she could stand.\n\nOne night, Melissa stirred under her cartoon-print covers. Unsure what brought her out of sleep, she lay there and tried to figure it out. She stared at the light show on the ceiling for a moment and concluded that her body woke her to go pee. This was a pretty big deal for the kitten. She was no stranger to waking in the night to the unwelcome sensation of cold, damp sheets and that awful feeling of wet fur plastered to her bottom. \n\nPressed by the growing need, she thumped out of bed and padded quietly through the partially closed door. The living room and kitchen were dark at the end of the hall, except for the faint green-blue glow from the clocks on the microwave and stove. Melissa took a right into the hallway bathroom and closed the door softly without turning on the light. The nightlight over the sink would do just fine. She didn’t think she’d get in trouble for being out of bed, under the circumstances, but it was better to be safe. The Jones girls had always been known to lose their temper when woken unexpectedly.\n\nThe girl bunched up her nightshirt as she walked across cold tiles and the mats by the sink and shower. Holding the wadded fabric clamped at her sides under her arms, she slipped her panties down and worked her way up onto the toilet. Melissa knew it was better to be a big girl on a big girl potty, but  she missed the ease of sitting down onto her old training potty. It didn’t take half as much clambering and balance.\n\nAfter finishing her doings, Melissa cleaned herself with a wet wipe and patted dry with a few squares of toilet tissue. She hopped down from the seat and restored her nightclothes to their proper configuration. Now was the moment of truth. She had to flush. Their toilet wasn’t as loud as some public ones, which had themselves caused no shortage of rough patches during potty training, but it wasn’t a whisper by any means. If she didn’t flush, she’d get an earful from Mama. If she did flush…maybe? A few seconds of internal dialogue passed before she pressed the handle quickly, as if that might hush the device. It felt so loud. She washed her paws and dried them, then prepared to face whatever might meet her in the hallway.\n\nThe door opened slowly, revealing no particular change from when she had walked in. She might be able to get back in bed without having to deal with explaining why she was out to begin with, even if it wouldn’t be a problem. Paw pads whispered faintly on the hall carpet, and she made it nearly to the door before other whispers caught her ears. She twisted them back without turning her body and froze with eyes wide.\n\nIt was barely a murmur. A sound of voices, some shifting. All coming from the closed door to her mother’s room. It could have been Mama’s tv or phone. \n\nNo.\n\nSome of it might have been electronic, but Mama’s voice was there too. Quick breaths, quiet words, and a sound almost like crying tickled the kitten’s ears. At that point, she started to care less about getting caught and more about figuring out why Mama sounded distressed. Melissa had a vague memory from when she was two of her mother crying after Daddy left. She didn’t know why her mother had seemed sad and scared, but it stuck with her that sometimes mamas get sad or scared too.\n\nWith even more care than when she tiptoed to and from the bathroom, Melissa crept to her mother’s door. There was a faint m, shifting light coming from between the bottom of the door and the carpet, so she got down on her belly and peeked through the crack with her deep green right eye. The scene that met her vision took several moments to click with the little girl. \n\nMama was lying on the bed, but it didn’t really look like she was asleep. She was moving slightly and muttering. The kitten wondered briefly if mamas have bad dreams. Maybe…but when Valerie Jones turned her face toward the ceiling, her daughter could tell that her eyes were open, if narrowed. The expression was unreadable from the low angle, but she was definitely awake. \n\nThe mother cat’s dark grey fur was bare on top of the tangling covers. Her left arm lifted her phone up, shining the wavering light of a video on her body and face. Her right arm seemed to be laid beside her as far as the elbow, where it angled up to drape over her belly. Mama’s right paw stroked the fur of her tummy and moved up to grasp her right boob. There was a sharp intake of breath from the woman, followed by a low mewl of a sort Melissa had never heard from her.\n\nLying on the carpet in the hall, the calico kitten could feel her ears growing hot. Melissa didn’t know what she was seeing, but it tested the bounds of her developing brain. It wasn’t weird for Mama to touch her boobies if a bra wasn’t fitting right or if she had an itch. Sometimes when they shared a bath she might bobble them to be funny. This wasn’t any of that. Blue-grey fingers grasped and released that breast like it hurt, like it felt good, like desperation, like anger. It made no sense at all. There was a quick flash of pink as the pads of Mama’s thumb and forefinger pinched at her nipple, and a gasp escaped the writhing woman that seemed pulled out of her by the arching of her back. She rolled and twisted, ending up on her side. The light of the phone followed and descended behind the curves of the elder cat’s side like a blue sun setting behind hills.\n\nNow that Mama was facing away, the kitten could only see the hint of glow along the edges of her fur. All else was silhouette. The writhing continued, a display of something the girl couldn’t comprehend. When her mother’s leg lifted, braced against her other leg by a straight ankle and toes that splayed and curled around her other foot, a quick dark movement signified a lashing tail swinging up and away from her butt.\n\nIt was the kitten’s turn to gasp, when she saw the hint of fingers moving in the gap between Mama’s thighs. Melissa’s ears may as well have been made of fire. Her dark green eye dilated until the iris was barely an emerald sliver around a pool of darkness. Without thought, the arm she wasn’t lying on shifted to bring her paw to her own crotch. Little fingers played over the fabric of the nightshirt, fumbling it up until the pads felt the little flowers screen printed on the cotton of her panties. Her vision narrowed until the only thing she saw was her mother’s paw moving in that triangle of dim light. Her digits gently but aimlessly prodded around in a loose imitation of what her mother was doing, but she couldn’t fully mimic what she couldn’t fully see.\n\nAs Melissa’s paw moved over her mound, something between a tickle and a shock shot from her privates straight up her spine and down her legs. She jerked her paw back, half afraid that the sensation meant something bad…though it hadn’t altogether felt bad. That moment of distraction was enough for the kitten to miss something on the other side of the door. Her attention snapped back to the interior when a sound like a growl mixed with a moan came from her mama. \n\nArms and legs twisted against themselves and the sheets. Toes spread and contracted. The woman flopped over onto her back, panting and staring at the ceiling. There was a hint of a flicking tail tip in the darkness. She raised the phone back up and chuckled a little, before locking the screen and dropping the device on her still heaving chest. The girl took this as a cue and slipped back to her room with all the stealth of her ancestors.\n\nAs she slid back under her covers, Melissa tried to understand what she had seen. With no context and poor visibility, it might as well have been impossible. She drifted off to sleep filled with strange dreams.\n\n- - - - -\n\nEvery couple of days after that night, Melissa’s curiosity would pull the sleeping kitten out of the depths to the now familiar sounds of strange goings on. She built a habit of sneaking to her mother’s door and trying to glimpse more of what the older cat was up to. It eventually became an almost nightly ritual.\n\nSome nights, Mama would just be asleep and mumbling something from dreams. That was how the girl learned that mamas do indeed have bad dreams. She heard her father’s name amidst other indistinct words, the tone sometimes pleading, sometimes so filled with anger that the kitten cut her peeping short with a tight feeling in her chest. \n\nThere were also nights when new sights met her prying eye. The first time she saw her mother bring objects out of her nightstand was a shock. The shapes didn’t mean much: there was a squeeze bottle of clear liquid that glinted in the faint light from the bedroom window, a short thing shaped like a Christmas tree with a ring or bracelet thing at the bottom, and some other things that were just strange. The strange things were banana-ish in length and banana-ish in…round longness? She didn’t have the words to describe them.\n\nEach of the three had a different shape and length, though they all seemed to have a certain weight and squish. The smaller of the three was yellow in the soft light of Mama’s bedside lamp. It might have been as long as the older cat’s hand from fingertip to heel of palm. The thing was pointy at the end and about the width of a finger and a half, with a wide band of what looked like prickles around the middle. This one seemed more rigid than the others: still soft, but not as giving.\n\nThe middle-sized one would come to be known to the kitten as Mama’s favorite. It was a splotchy sorta pink-red and had a funny shape. Like the yellow one, it was pointy at the end. Pointy and blunt both, oddly. Its smooth body swelled a little bit and narrowed again, then it got really fat near the bottom before going narrow and ending in a wide base like the front of a horn. Many nights saw that one come wobbling out of the bedside drawer.\n\nThe largest one was as long as her mother’s forearm and about as thick. It wasn’t pointy at the end but flat-ish. It kind of reminded the calico of pool noodles she would play with when Mama took her to the public pool.\n\nMelissa watched as Valerie sat on the bed, considering the objects she’d laid out. The kitten couldn’t see the things anymore, as the edge of the bed blocked her view from her angle at the bottom of the door, but it looked like Mama was trying to decide something. She lifted the little yellow one and turned it over in her paws with a look that started as thoughtful and ended with disgust and a little anger. Without a touch of ceremony, the grey cat flicked the thing to the side. The sound it made hitting the trash can next to her vanity just about made the girl jump out of her skin. Fortunately, what little noise she made was covered by the noise of the trash can settling.\n\nResting her elbows on her knees, Valerie contemplated her things for a moment. Dark grey fingers hoisted the bulk of the pool noodle thing. It bent over in her paws like a wilted plant. She took her other paw and straightened it up, cocking her head to the side. The paw near the top of the thing slid downward with fingers wrapped around the squishy shaft. At the base, the paw returned upward again. She repeated the motion a couple of times and brought the thing to her face.\n\nMelissa watched in confusion as her mom sniffed the end of the thing. She stifled a little gasp as Mama’s rough pink tongue licked the end a couple of times. Then white fangs flashed in the low light. Valerie’s mouth opened wide and took the end of the thing inside. Her jaw worked like she was trying to move her tongue around with the huge thing filling her mouth up, then she slowly pushed forward. The girl’s jaw dropped open in shock as she watched half of the weird thing vanish into her mother’s mouth. There was a gross sound from Mama’s throat and a labored intake of breath through her nose as she withdrew the thing. It popped out and swung downward, then swung back and smacked Valerie in the chin. She giggled so joyously at it that the girl’s jaw couldn’t help but giggle a little too.\n\nStill, the woman shook her head a little and set the big one back in her drawer. Now she just had the Christmas tree thing and the one with the lump near the bottom. Melissa wondered if Mama was going to choose one and put the other away. Instead, she licked the tree until it was shiny and rocked over onto her back with her knees tucked up to her chest.  Her position left just enough viewing angle available for the kitten to watch in absolute bafflement as her mother gently twisted and turned the thing against her tailhole. In a moment, the tree shaped part had popped inside Mama’s butt, leaving only a little loop hanging out. The woman’s legs dropped back to the bed, and she let out a soft moan.\n\nThat familiar sensation of heat in her ears rose up, and Melissa felt her paw already seeking out the space between her legs. By then she had discovered that there were some places that yielded pleasant sensations when stroked with the pads of a finger or two. This time, she let her forefinger slip along the cotton-shrouded slit in her mound until she felt the recessed space where she knew poop came out. Now, though, she was finding out that something…whatever it was, could go in too. The kitten put a little bit of pressure against her panties and felt her tailhole twitch under the touch. It didn’t feel good, exactly, but it didn’t feel bad either. Blinking away the distraction, she turned her attention back to the bedroom.\n\nValerie Jones still lay on her back, holding the strange object with the bulb near the bottom. She gave it the same treatment that she had given the noodle thing: kissing and licking the tip before taking most of it into her mouth. Her lips kissed the bulb where it met the long part, then slowly receded up toward the tip. The woman repeated the downstroke again. As she got back down to the bulb, her phone vibrated with a notification. She raised the device to look at the screen, object still bulb-deep in her jaws. Melissa watched the corner of her mother’s mouth curl into a smile as she read. The grey cat stretched out to reach for the bedside lamp and flicked it on.\n\nThe sudden light made her daughter’s pupil contract to a slit under the door. The girl almost pulled away and snuck back to her room, but she was still rapt at the well lit visage of her mama with this strange thing bulb-deep in her mouth. The older cat typed a message and waited. Typed. Waited. There was a muted snicker, and she took a selfie with the thing still occupying her whole smile. More typing. Something like a scoff. Then Valerie held her phone up in her left hand and must have started recording a video. She winked at the device, slowly withdrew the thing from her mouth until the tip rested against her rough tongue as it hung from her gaping mouth, then confidently pushed the whole length into her mouth. The bulb didn’t go in easily, but the woman’s expression didn’t change as it slipped between her teeth. She gave another wink at her phone, along with a “look no hands” motion with her right paw that had released the object.\n\nMelissa watched as her mama grasped the base of the thing again and slipped the bulb out of her mouth with a pop. The length followed, pulling a trail of spit with it. Licking her lips, the woman said, “Why don’t you come down here and let me show you in person?” \n\nThe girl had never heard such a dark, hungry tone in her mama’s voice. It was low and rumbled with a faint purr. Another buzz from the phone and the grey cat bounced out of bed with a giddy little wiggle and started walking toward the door.\n\nMelissa was in bed before Mama’s bedroom doorknob even started to turn. She stayed still and forced her panting to settle into a more normal rhythm, even as the silhouette of her mother’s head leaned into her doorway. The soft purr remained from before and might have lulled the kitten back to sleep if not for her racing heart. The silhouette receded, and her door closed quietly.\n\nThe girl rolled over onto her back, listening to her mother’s steps trailing off down the hall. She didn’t hazard getting out of bed, unsure if the door might open again at any moment. Her door didn’t, but the apartment door did after a few minutes. Hushed voices drifted from down the hall.\n\n“Val!” hissed a voice she couldn’t recognize. “Not even a robe? What the…”\n\nMama’s voice was low but less whispery than his when she laughed and said, “Oh, hush and get in here.”\n\nThe apartment door closed with a soft thud and a click that didn’t carry down the hall. Indistinct whispers followed the soft crush of paws on carpet, until Melissa clearly heard Mama’s bedroom door latch closed. Her heart may have calmed down while waiting, but it was racing once again. Who was here? Why were they in Mama’s room? What did it have to do with the weird thing from her nightstand?\n\nTime meant nothing. She may have waited ten seconds or ten hours, but eventually she crept softly out of bed and approached her own bedroom door. Soft paw pads slowly turned the knob and eased the door open. She was shaking as she listened for signs they might be coming back out. Hearing nothing but whispered banter, some giggles, and the shuffling of fabric, the calico kitten steeled herself and made her way like a ghost to her usual peering spot.\n\nThe first thing that hit her was recognition: she knew the owner of the other voice! Inside the bedroom were Mama and her friend Mark. The tall, slender border collie stood between Mama’s bed and her vanity. He was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, though the t-shirt was slowly getting pushed up his body by grey fingers that combed through the long white fur of his chest and belly. He ducked to let her pull the shirt over his head and down his arms. Freed from the burden of clothing, his torso was under immediate attack by the woman. Hands roamed over his chest and sides, as Valerie muttered things only he could hear. Her arms encircled the man and she pressed her bare breasts against him, barely reaching the bottom of his ribs. Mama rubbed her cheek on him and stopped with her chin against his chest. She muttered something with eyes that searched like a starving hawk.\n\nMark chuckled and ran a hand down the back of the woman’s head, stopping at the base of her skull and tilting her head and upper body back. His lips met hers with a matching hunger, and the kiss lingered for long moments. Their secret voyeur was breathless watching under the door. The kiss was engrossing and only became more so as her mother’s paws slipped down to the waistband of the border collie’s shorts and shoved them down over his butt.\n\nRather than let gravity do the work, Mama broke from the kiss and descended with the bottoms. Kneeling before the man, she kissed and licked at the area where his privates must be. Melissa almost gasped as she watched her mother’s pink tongue slid through the long fur that seemed to conceal a lump or pouch of some kind. Mark looked very different from hers or her mother down there. Above the pouch was a longer, narrower lump thing. The grey cat’s tongue combed the fur upward along the length of the whatever it was, all the way to the top of it where a small bit of pinkish red suddenly appeared.\n\nMama flicked her eyes up to Mark’s face and kissed the pink bit, then licked it, then suckled on it briefly. All the while, the pink became more and more visible. It was like a balloon inflating and slipping out of the furry lump. Valerie licked her lips and, unknown to her, gave her daughter a first look at a full bare penis. Two grey-furred paws reached up and pulled the furry cover down over the pink thing, revealing something that looked very much like the thing from Mama’s nightstand if a bit narrower.\n\nAs her mother proceeded to repeat the swallowing trick over and over with this strange part of the border collie guest, tiny slivers of understanding started to stick in the kitten’s mind. The thing in the drawer was a pretend version of the real thing that was on Mark. That was about as far as she could reason it. \n\nThe border collie’s thing couldn’t be his privates, because she knew that she peed from her privates and if he peed from his thing, he’d be peeing at the ceiling. Watching Mama suck and lick and take the whole thing in her mouth, Melissa wondered if maybe it was a nipple. Maybe boys just had one and it was so low down on their tummies it was just too difficult to nurse. When Valerie pulled back from the tummy nipple, there was a glistening bead of liquid dripping from the tip and a clear string that hung for a moment between the two adults before breaking. Weird milk but it had to be a nipple.\n\nThe tummy nipple looked closer to the pretend nipple in the drawer by that point. The bulb near the bottom—maybe it was where the milk was?—had started to get bigger. A little whimper came from the man and he muttered something like “God, Val…I need you so bad.” \n\nMama licked the tummy nipple again and purred, “Same!”\n\nWith that, the woman turned and crawled up onto her bed on all fours. With her feet still dangling over the edge of the mattress, Mama raised up her tail and gave Mark a view of her privates and the ring hanging out of her tailhole. The border collie responded with smile and a strange growl, grasping his tummy nipple in his right paw and rubbing it as he approached the grey feline from behind.\n\nThe angle was a little challenging for the kitten, but she could kind of see what was happening. The man got right up behind Mama and placed his left paw on her bottom. He rubbed the cat’s booty for a moment, then slipped his thumb through the loop on the Christmas tree thing. Tugging it upward, he elicited a gasp from Mama. Then he knelt on one knee and dipped his long muzzle until it bumped the cat’s privates. A long pink tongue slipped out of him and dragged slowly up the slit where pee comes from. That seemed kinda gross to the Melissa, but Mama made sounds like it felt really good. Her long grey tail whipped from side to side and she pushed her hips back into the border collie’s face.\n\nThe kitten jumped when she felt a paw she didn’t realize she was moving touch herself down there. It felt better than usual but also wetter than usual. Her panties were getting damp with it. Melissa was certain it wasn’t pee, but she brought her paw to her nose to check. It didn’t smell like pee. Maybe her nerves were making her sweat? Whatever the cause, she let the paw resume its business.\n\nDirecting her attention back to the room, the calico watched Mark licking her mother’s slit like an ice cream cone he didn’t want to melt. Melt she did, though. Her tail flicked an arrhythmic windshield wiper beat in the air over her raised rump and her trembling body slumped until her face pressed into the covers and muted her wails. This seemed to just spur the border collie on. His muzzle moved against her privates like he was nibbling at them, broken by jaws opening wide now and then to push his tongue deep into her slit. The elder cat’s knees shuddered and slid apart. There was a wet sound as the quivering woman dropped off of the border collie’s tongue and splayed out on the bed.\n\nMark gave a soft laugh and licked Valerie from her right butt cheek up to the middle of her back. He rolled her over to face the ceiling and knelt over her on the bed, holding his tummy nipple in his right paw and rubbing the tip with his thumb. Mama panted and shuddered beneath him.\n\nMark asked with a playful grin, “I didn’t wear you out, did I?”\n\nIt took a moment for Mama to respond. It wasn’t words, though. Her paw grabbed the thick ruff of fur around the border collie’s neck and pulled him down onto her. The angle was kinda bad, so the kitten couldn’t see that they were kissing. The sounds were clear, though. A growl and a giggle preceded a flurry of rustling and the pair rolling over. Straddling the man’s belly, Mama struggled to catch her breath and reached behind her to grasp his tummy nipple. It was all stiff and pointing up, seemingly slick with that odd clear stuff. Her paw stroked the pink-red flesh and squeezed it, causing the man to tense up.\n\n“Oh, my needy puppy…have I ever let you off that easy?” She curled her fingers around the growing bulge at the base of the nipple and continued, “We’re not done until I’ve milked this cock dry and you beg me to stop.”\n\nCock? Was that what the tummy nipple was called? Now Melissa was even more convinced that it had to be a nipple. Mama said she was going to milk it! The calico kitten continued rubbing her crotch aimlessly while she wondered what cock milk tasted like. Was it good in cereal? Could you make hot cocoa with it? If it didn’t feel so naughty to peek and hear these things, she’d ask her mom all these questions and more.\n\nBack on the bed, Mark’s tail was wagging beneath him, swishing across the bedding. Melissa couldn’t see his face, but he sounded like he was smiling when he responded that his “horny cat” should get to work then. That was another confusing phrase. Why horny? Mama didn’t have horns. Rita, one of the girl’s regular babysitters, was a pronghorn: she had horns. Mister Stone, the teacher at her swim classes, was a mountain goat: he had really big horns. Horny cat…what a silly dog.\n\nThe kitten shook her head and watched, curious how a tummy nipple might be milked, as Valerie Jones happily went to work. She raised up on her knees, scooted back slightly, and slowly sank back down. Mark’s tummy nipple…cock…disappeared into Mama’s privates centimeter by throbbing centimeter. To say Melissa was baffled by the sight would be an understatement and a half. But that familiar heat rose into her ears as she watched the cock stretch her mother’s slit. A ticklish feeling like butterflies in her stomach made the girl shiver, and a new heat built in her little mound. The fumbling paw was starting to feel nice. Trying something different, she slipped her paw under the waistband of her panties.\n\nThe pads of her fingers met the hot wet flesh of her own delicate lips at the same time she watched her mother sit hard on the border collie’s cock. Her whole body tensed and twitched in time with Mama’s body doing the same. Valerie’s moan was just loud enough to drown out the mewl that escaped her daughter’s mouth. In further symmetry, the girl clamped her free hand over her muzzle just as Mark placed his hand over her mom’s.\n\nSlowly, Melissa resumed her simple rubbing motions, and Valerie grasped Mark’s wrist with one paw and started licking and nibbling the pads of his palm and fingers. The woman’s rump rose and fell, withdrawing up the cock’s length and slamming back down with a forward roll of her hips. The “knot” at the base of that odd cock nipple thing was growing with the motion and soon made wet sucking sounds with each withdrawal. Mama’s speed was picking up and Melissa’s paw followed suit. After a moment, Mark’s other paw appeared briefly above his tummy before vanishing between Valerie’s legs. The kitten didn’t know for certain, but she thought he might be doing the same thing she was: rubbing the wet folds of a feline’s privates.\n\nMama’s rhythm started wavering. Her movements got all jerky. Then, with one final press downward, she started flinching and spasming. The older cat moaned hard into Mark’s hand, and her body slumped forward until she lay on his tummy and chest. His tummy nipple was deep inside her still, the bulb now so big that it was stuck. The pressure of it pulled at and stretched Mama’s privates so much. The kitten could faintly see a twitching from the base of the cock, and Mark’s furry pouch that hung below grew tight and close to his body. Squeaks and whimpers came from both of the adults, keeping them from hearing as the girl huffed and chirped through a strange new sensation that made her feel all hot and cold and hard and soft and sizzly like frying bacon.\n\nShe wound down sooner than them and pulled her paw back out of her panties. The fur and pads were soaked with that earthy not-pee. She carefully, shakily got to her feet and snuck to the kitchen to wash her paws as quietly as she could. Luck was on her side and Mama’s bedroom door stayed closed. Feeling strangely thirsty, Melissa remained on the footstool she used to help Mama wash dishes and filled a small cup with water. Satisfied and a little sleepy, she went back and checked under the door one last time. Mama had settled down and was kissing Mark’s chest and hugging him tight. After a few more moments passed, the milk bulge had drained enough that it finally succumbed to the pull of Valerie’s position and popped out, along with the rest of the cock nipple. White splurted and dribbled out of Mama’s privates. So that was the milk!\n\nWith that curiosity sated, the little kitten slipped back to her room. She gently closed her door so not to make a sound and crawled back into bed. As fast as her mind was going, she still fell quickly asleep.\n\n- - - - -\n\nThe weeks went by with some repetition of Mama playing with her privates or having Mark over or simply sleeping. The calico still made it a habit to sneak a peek every night. Then, late in the fall of her fifth year, Melissa’s mother picked her up from after school care with banter about how the new experience of kindergarten was going. The girl went on and on as usual about other kids in class and what the teacher was like. She still felt awkward there but was growing to like some parts. Friends hadn’t been made yet, but neither had enemies. They switched buses at a different stop than usual, and the kitten asked her mother where they were going.\n\n“We’re going to visit Aunty Sarah,” the woman said with a strange look in her eye. “She has a surprise.”\n\nThe kitten was over the moon. A surprise! The whole way there, she pestered her mama for details, but the grey cat just laughed.\n\nMelissa hadn’t been to Sarah’s apartment before. It was halfway across town from theirs. When they arrived at the entrance and buzzed in, she was momentarily lost in the different yet similar smells. They took an old elevator up to a narrow hallway and stopped at a door marked 423. Beyond the chipped blue paint of the door, there was a clatter of motion and a hushed, panting voice.\n\n“Just chill out, they’re coming in and you need to be calm.”\n\nThe door creaked open slowly, exposing part of Aunty Sarah’s face. The coati looked mildly exasperated but happy to see her friend and the little calico. Down by her hip, her paw struggled to control an exuberant golden retriever dog. Melissa didn’t see many four-legged pets, so she was immediately enraptured.\n\n“Pumpkin, chill!” Sarah grimaced apologetically. “C’mon in guys. Don’t mind him. He’s just excited about company…and life…and just sort of existing. He’ll calm down in a bit. Don’t let him jump on you, little bit. He’s twice your size and will knock you right to the ground.”\n\nMelissa stared at the boisterous dog, her mismatched eyes wide, and asked, “How do I stop him? He’s so big!”\n\nThe coati smiled and said, “If he jumps up, wait until just as his paws are about to touch you and turn to the side and tell him ‘no’. His paws’ll hit while you’re turning and he’ll slip right off. Sometimes takes the dummy a couple of tries, but he gets the message.”\n\nIt didn’t take long for the kitten to have her first chance to try this technique out. The pair had hardly gotten into the apartment before Pumpkin’s shaggy gold bulk popped up to place his paws on her shoulders and lick her face in greeting. Though her timing was a little slow and she struggled to say “no” through her giggles, she successfully warded off the attempt. Something familiar briefly caught her eye, but the three people and dog whisked into the coati’s living room before she could confirm it.\n\n“It sucks that you’re moving so far away, girl,” Mama said to Sarah as they all found places to sit.\n\nA dog toy squeaked under Sarah’s wide butt as she plopped down on her recliner, and she tossed it to Pumpkin as she replied, “I know, hon. I’m sure I’ll visit the city from time to time. I still got some sorority sisters in town that I’ll be getting together with on occasion. But the new job pays real well, and my old man ain’t doing great.” She paused for a shrug and ruffled the dog’s ears before throwing the toy for him again. “Goin’ back to Utah ain’t my idea of a good time, but what can an only child do?”\n\nPumpkin skittered through the living room and grabbed the squeaky, loping over to Melissa and laying his large head in her lap. She gingerly took the toy, which was already saturated with dog spit, and gave it a weak toss with a slightly disgusted look on her face.\n\nThe adults carried on talking about life and grownup problems that Melissa didn’t understand at really care much about. Bits and pieces of conversation drifted through her consciousness, but she was already bored. She only interrupted once, when she could feel herself fidgeting too much for her own comfort.\n\n“Is it okay if I play with Pumpy?”\n\nHer mom snickered at the diminutive, the accuracy of which the child couldn’t conceive, and Sarah full-on laughed.\n\n“Sure thing, little bit,” the coati assured her. “I doubt you can get too rough with him, but don’t let him get too rough with you. I’d like to see how well y’all get along anyway.”\n\nThe kitten hopped down and padded over to the open space between the coffee table and the wall where the tv hung. The retriever recognized the universal signal of playtime and bounded over with his squeaky in his mouth. He dropped his front half down in the classic doggie play-stance with the squeaky in front of his nose between his splayed front paws. Behind him, his tail sawed back and forth over his backside. The kitten was too focused on his big brown eyes, the pink tongue hanging out of his panting jaws, and the gleaming white teeth to notice Mama’s gaze linger for a moment on something below the dog’s wagging tail.\n\n“I think she’ll get along nicely with him,” Mama said, as the girl reached for the toy and Pumpkin grabbed the other end to initiate a gentle game of tug. “I know I would. Looks like he’s got a good soft mouth. Denise’s Rottweiler almost yanked my arm out of the socket when I tried playing tug with him once.”\n\nThe coati snorted. “Denise is great to hang out with and a real sweet gal, but she hasn’t trained that rottie worth a damn.” She winced at the accidental swear, but the kitten didn’t seem to notice. “Pumpkin’s breed is all about gentleness, so it’s been pretty easy. But you still have to put the effort in to set guidelines and let them know how to act around other folks. This big dork is still only two, so his excitement gets the better of him sometimes. Aside from the jumping and the occasional breakout into the halls, he’s a real good boy. Most of that will probably tone down in a year or so.”\n\nThe calico continued to tug with the delighted pup, half-listening to the conversation. Partway through their game, the big happy retriever flopped onto his back to let his front paws fumble at the squeaky as they played. A light pull plucked the toy from Melissa’s grasp. While the beast twisted on his back, bobbling the toy in the air, she got another glimpse of his belly and saw that she had indeed seen what she thought she had. Pumpkin had a fuzzy pouch like Mark’s and tummy nipple hiding in a little furry pocket, too. It was an opportunity for an unfiltered mind to get an answer to something she still wasn’t really sure about.\n\n“What’s that?”\n\nThe ladies turned away from their chatter about Denise and her problems with responsibility. The kitten was pointing squarely at the retriever’s sheath.\n\n“Ah!” Sarah said with a cough. “Um…wanna field that one, mama?”\n\nMelissa’s mismatched eyes turned to her mother, as the woman leaned forward and rested her elbows on her knees. The response seemed to take forever as the woman searched for what to say.\n\nWith a soft smile, she finally answered, “That’s his privates, sweetheart. That part is called a sheath. It’s where his penis is.”\n\nThe girl stared at the sheath. All the reasoning she had done a while back fell apart and she was back to being fully confused. It was weird enough that Mama was putting milk in her privates, but why on earth would she put a boy’s privates in hers…other than it seeming to feel really good.\n\nMama caught the growing confusion on her kitten’s face and asked, “What’s up, kiddo?”\n\nThe girl almost asked something that would have given her peeping away, but saved it at the last second.\n\n“What’s a penis?”\n\nThe grey cat blinked in response, suddenly very aware that a conversation she had been happily avoiding had suddenly smack dab in the middle of her lap. She sat back and thought for a moment.\n\n“Need a hand?” asked the snickering coati.\n\n“No,” Valerie moaned, “I got this. It was bound to come up eventually.”\n\nMama patted her lap as a signal to Melissa to hop up, which the girl did happily. Leaning back against the couch cushion, she sighed.\n\n“We haven’t had a talk about it before, other than mentioning that boys can be kinda dumb and girls can be kinda mean, but boys and girls are different.”\n\nThe girl glanced between Mama’s face and the dog rolling around on the floor, then turned back and tilted her head. Val plowed ahead.\n\n“So, you know how your privates are. Girl’s are almost all like that, with little differences from one kind of animal to the next and from one girl to the next. Girls’ have something called a ‘vagina’ that goes inside us, right next to where we pee from, ‘kay?” \n\n“Uh huh?”\n\n“And boys’ privates are all on the outside of their bodies, though some boys’ penises are hidden away. It’s where they pee from.”\n\nThe girl glanced back at the dog, but she wasn’t seeing him. She was seeing Mark, penis sticking out from his fluffy white belly, Mama sucking on it, Mama sticking it inside her privates…her pachina?… the white dribble. She got an answer, and it just made things more confusing.\n\n“Do,” she stammered, hardly thinking before speaking, “do boys pee like we do?”\n\nMama laughed. “They can stand to do it, but that’s the only difference.”\n\n“But their pee is the same as ours?”\n\nGrey-furred fingers ruffled the fur between her ears, and Mama assured her it was the same. Off to the side, Sarah had a strange look on her face. Her brow was furrowed like something was bothering her.\n\n“Hey, little bit, you wanna help me grab some drinks for us?”\n\nThe girl perked, excited to be helpful. She nodded and hopped off her mom’s lap. As the pair turned from the room, the coati suggested that Valerie play with Pumpkin a bit and see how they got along when he’s not jumping all over her. In the kitchen, which was a separate room from the living room, Sarah busied herself grabbing some beverages.\n\nWithout looking at Melissa, she said in a low voice, “Kiddo, those were some interesting questions you had there. What got ‘em stuck in your head? Something on your mind?”\n\n“I don’t know,” the kitten deflected. “I just saw his thing and was curious.”\n\n“Hmm. Here, little bit, hold these for me.”\n\nTwo plastic bottles of sparkling water landed in the calico’s paws.\n\nSarah continued casually, “You don’t gotta worry about it. Curiosity is normal. Some of it though sounded like you’d seen something that bothered you.”\n\nTiny footpaws twisted slightly against the ugly linoleum flooring.\n\nThe coati took a bottle of beer from the fridge for herself and closed the door, still crouched down. She twisted the metal cap off and took a sip. Her eyes looked worried, and her mouth was set like she was trying to walk on a balance beam.\n\n“Is it something you’re worried will get you in trouble?” \n\nHer voice was kind: so soft and quiet. The kitten didn’t feel like she could say, but she also couldn’t treat Aunty Sarah like an enemy. She nodded so quick it was almost unnoticeable. Another sip of the beer and the coati came to a decision. She plopped her butt on the floor and held her bottle up.\n\n“Tell you what, Melissa, you know this is a grownup drink, right?”\n\n“Uh huh.”\n\n“And you have a secret you’re afraid to let go of, yeah?”\n\nA nod.\n\n“Alrighty, so…how about we make a promise? I’ll let you have a little taste of this,” she swirled the bottle, “and then I can’t tell anyone about your secret if you tell it to me.”\n\nThe kitten’s head tilted to the side and she said, “huh?”\n\nSarah held her gaze.\n\n“No grownup is supposed to give a kid that isn’t theirs even a little taste of this stuff. If we do, we can get into big trouble…police trouble. So, if I let you taste it, you can tell on me and make things real bad for me. That’ll be our promise: you can tell me your secret and I can’t even tell your mama without you being able to get me in big trouble. Sound like a deal?”\n\nMelissa shuffled and said, “Do you really promise?”\n\nMaking the motion called out by her own words, Sarah replied, “Cross my heart, little bit.”\n\n“Okay. It’s a promise.”\n\nThe woman handed the girl her bottle, and two bottles of sparkling water got placed on the floor. The kitten tipped the beer without sniffing it first. Even with just a little sip, she passed the bottle back immediately and grimaced. It was so gross! Why would adults drink that stuff?\n\nSarah chuckled and patted the girl’s head.\n\n“Have a sip of that water, little bit. It’s blackberry flavored and should get the beer taste out. Anyway, a promise it is. What’s on your mind?”\n\nAfter taking a generous swig of sparkling water, Melissa leaned in and whispered about her peeping. She told about the sounds she heard and the things she saw. She talked about Mama’s lonely play times. She talked about the times the border collie had come over and what she had seen then. She did not mention the touching she had done. That felt too precious to give up. When she finished, she felt like a hundred pounds had fallen off her shoulders.\n\n“Wow!” The coati took a long drink and continued, “I can sure see why you were confused and afraid. Secret for secret, though? I peeped on my folks a time or two when I was little. It can feel very scary and naughty.”\n\n“Really?”\n\n“Oh, yeah! Don’t worry about it. You ain’t hurt no one.” She booped the kitten on the nose with a smile. “Your mama was barely ready to tell you what a penis was, so I bet she’s not ready to talk about the things you’ve seen. Time’ll come when she will and then you’ll understand. It’s not my place to tell all about it, though. Let’s just say that she’s been doing grownup things and leave it at that.”\n\nThe kitten nodded, and the pair walked back into the living room. Mama was sitting on her knees on the floor with Pumpkin’s head in her lap, scratching behind the happy dog’s ears. His tail thumped on the ground as the coati and kitten padded in. She thanked them both for the sparkling water and eased out from under the retriever.\n\nOnce she was sitting back on the couch, she said, “You’re right about him being a good boy, Sarah. You spent so much effort training him. Are you really sure you want to do this?”\n\nThe coati sighed and nodded.\n\n“He’s my buddy, but Daddy’s really not a fan of dogs. His place is right small, too. Wouldn’t be fair to Pumpkin. He’s used to being active and loved. I’ll be so busy, I won’t be able to give him the attention he needs.” She artfully paused before attention, locking eyes with the grey cat.\n\n“Oh no,” Melissa said sadly catching on to the major point and missing, thankfully, any minor one, “you gotta leave him behind?”\n\n“Yep. Been talking to folks and trying to find him a good home before I leave.”\n\n“That’s so sad!”\n\nThe coati winked at her and said, “It’s okay, little bit, I think I’ve found folks who’ll be a good family for him.”\n\n“Really? That’s good. I wish I could still see him, though. He’s nice!”\n\nMama smiled down at her and said, “That won’t be a problem, baby. Pumpkin’s going to come and live with us.”\n\nMelissa almost dropped her water. She looked at her mama, at Sarah, at Pumpkin, and finally back at her mother. Her eyes were so wide it looked like they could roll right out of her head. Fifteen different emotions fought on the kitten’s face, but joy and disbelief won the day.\n\n“Really? We’re gonna have a puppy? Pumpy’s gonna live with us??”\n\nHer mama wrapped the vibrating calico in a great big hug and wiped the happy tears away.\n\n“That’s right, little bit!” The coati was smiling softly, happy to see how well that part would go. “But he’s gonna stay with me for another couple weeks. I still have to get stuff ready and make sure he has his shots and whatnot up to date. Also,” though her eyes turned to Valerie, she continued talking to the calico, “I need my buddy with me right up until I leave.”\n\nThe trio sat and talked for a while, until Mama noticed the time. She and Melissa took their leave and stopped for dinner on the way home. Over dinner, Valerie talked to her daughter about things they needed to do to get ready before their new family members came home. The next couple weeks were a blur of activity and anticipation.\n\nAunty Sarah came by with Pumpkin on a Friday afternoon. She looked over the arrangements the Joneses had made, including a special faux grass potty mat out on the balcony. She hugged the two cats and thanked them for taking Pumpkin in. The coati was happy he could go to someone she loved and trusted. Mama wished her the best and they promised to keep in touch. Sarah gave an extra long hug to the retriever and bid him stay and be good for the cats. She’d have several good cries on her way west. Over the next few days, the dog went through a brief bout of depression at the absence of his prior owner. He had toys, comfort, and love enough to lessen the sense of loss, and soon was just as joyfully exuberant as ever.\n\nMelissa had been so worn out by all the activity that she hadn’t peeped on Mama in the night since the announcement that the dog would come live with them. So, when the calico awoke to faint sounds like those she’d become accustomed to during Mark’s midnight visits, the thrill felt almost new again. She slunk ever so quietly to Mama’s door, especially careful not to alert Pumpy. The retriever slept in Mama’s room, since she was the one who could reliably wake up and let him out in the night. As the kitten approached the door, the rustling of fur on fur and soft whaps of bodies pounding together was already filling her ears.\n\n“Oh my god,” she heard Mama whisper-gasp. “Yes! Use me, big guy. That’s a good boy!”\n\nMelissa had heard stuff like that other times when the border collie had visited in the night. She eased herself down slowly, closed her ice blue left eye, and leveled her green right eye at the crack at the bottom of the door. The girl gasped loud, too loud, and clapped her left paw over her mouth. There was, however, no risk of her mother hearing her.\n\nValerie Jones was on all fours on the carpeted floor, wearing nothing as usual. Her head hung down, and she was trying desperately to push her butt back against the shape that heaved and thrusted over her rear end. Long, golden fur waved and flapped in time with the frantic panting and grunting of their new dog. Pumpy was hammering away, harder and faster than Mark ever had. Mama grunted, mewled, and whimpered beneath him, with liberal naughty words whispered in between. Her arms went weak and her chest sank to the floor. The slight view of her face, lying with her cheek to the carpet, showed a mouth slack with pleasure and a glimmer of white where her eyes rolled back. The kitten was not surprised to find her own left paw already buried in her panties, rubbing her little mound.\n\nIn just a few moments, Pumpy stopped thrusting and went still. His body shook with his heavy panting. Melissa, through a haze of sensations and shock, could just make out the twitching of the dog’s butthole under his tail. She felt a soft whimper escape her as her hips bucked under her paw. The dog shifted and moved to the side, lifting one leg up and over Mama’s booty. It looked like he was about to walk away, but he stopped. Valerie squealed as her butt was tugged along behind the dog. She gasped “Stay! Stay!” to the beast. He obeyed and stood there, still panting like crazy. The look on his face was sleepy and happy. Then, his eyes locked on hers. His long fluffy tail wagged suddenly, eliciting another gasp from the grey cat. The kitten saw that it was time to stop and quickly moved back to her bedroom.\n\nUnder the covers, the girl resumed feeling herself amid her rapid breathing. The funny butterflies feeling came on harder than ever and she almost cried out. Throwing her pillow over her face drowned out whatever her mother might have otherwise been able to hear. When she finished trembling, Melissa licked her paw clean and fell hard asleep.\n\n- - - - -\n\nMore than ever, the calico was addicted to peeking. She would listen from her door for sounds of things happening in Mama’s room. A couple of times it was just Mama letting the dog out onto the balcony to use the potty mat. Many other times, though, it was more of that grownup stuff: Mama playing alone, Mark come to visit, Mama and Pumpy doing stuff. All the while, the kitten wanted to know what Mama was doing, why, and whether she would teach the little curious calico about any of it.\n\nIt was early December when the tipping point came. That night, as the two cats were finishing a snowy walk with Pumpkin, the girl decided that something had to change or she would burst from the desperate curiosity. They passed Mark in the vestibule as he was on his way out for an evening run. Melissa was jealous of his thick fur. Even in winter, he only wore a thin t-shirt, a pair of shorts, and his running shoes.\n\n“Hey! How’s it going girls?” the border collie barked in greeting.\n\nPumpkin jumped up and put his wet paws on the man’s chest. Mark just laughed.\n\n“And Pumpkin, too! Hey, buddy.”\n\nThe paw prints on his shirt brought to Melissa’s mind a vision of Mark on his back with her mother’s paws braced on his chest, fingers threaded in the thick white fur as she rode his penis in the dark. The heat rose in the kitten’s ears, and the skin inside flushed deep crimson. For a moment, it was like the slender border collie was standing nude before them. She could see the shape of his muscles moving beneath the fur, the slight concave curve from the bottom of his chest to his abs, the hint of the shape of his penis within his sheath, a small point of pink protruding from the ring of bare black skin at the opening, one glistening bead of clear liquid forming at the tip and slowly sliding down to meet his sheath. The girl swallowed hard and must have seemed like she was just staring into space. Mark startled her a little when he knelt down in front of her.\n\nHe reached his warm paws up and gently cupped her ears, saying, “Didya get a little too cold out there, Missa? Your ears are all red.”\n\nThat nickname that only he used, the soft touch of his paw pads on her ears, and the deep brown eyes looking into hers with affection and concern started a hefty purr rolling in her tiny chest. She leaned her head into the touch, closing her eyes.\n\n“Maybe a little,” she trilled in reply.\n\nThe truth was, she felt so hot. It was almost overwhelming. Inside her big, puffy coat felt like an oven. Inside her leggings was worse. The wetness that only ever came when watching under Mama’s door appeared suddenly, right there in the marble-floored anteroom where mailboxes and buzzers decorated the walls. Her knees wobbled a little.\n\n“Oop!” Mark said, scooping her up in his thin, strong arms. “Yeah, let’s help you guys back up to your place.”\n\nThe trio and Pumpkin headed to the elevators and rode up to the eighth floor. Mama unlocked the door and coaxed Pumpkin in. Mark carried Melissa in and helped her shake off her insulated boots. Plopping the girl on the kitchen counter, he helped her out of her coat. His gentle paws accidentally grazed her arms and neck, sending shivers down her spine. He traded off with Mama, crouching to towel off the soggy dog while Valerie busied herself making a two mugs of cocoa.\n\n“Doesn’t Mark get cocoa too?” the kitten stuttered.\n\nMama smiled and cocked a questioning eyebrow at the man. He chuckled and set the dog loose to go flop onto his bed in the living room. Striding over to wash his paws at the kitchen sink, the border collie smoothly eased around Valerie with a soft touch on her backside that neither of the adults thought the girl would notice.\n\nDrying off, he looked from cat to cat and said, “What the heck, sure. I’ve got time, if you got enough cocoa to go around.”\n\nAfter some conversation over mugs, the border collie drained his cup and said he had to go get his run in before it got too late and the weather turned. Left alone in the kitchen, the two cats continued chatting about nothing over the golden retriever snores that drifted from the living room. Melissa cradled her mug in both paws, still sitting on the counter, and stared at the dark brown dregs at the bottom. Her eyes flicked down to the small dark spot on the crotch of her leggings that told on her feelings.\n\nHer eyes locked back on the cocoa when her mouth opened to haltingly say, “Mama?”\n\nValerie cocked her head with slight concern at the girl’s tone and replied, “What’s up, baby?”\n\n“I wanna ask something, but I have to tell something first and…I’m scared you’ll be mad at me.”\n\nMama took Melissa’s cup gently and set it with hers in the sink. Turning back, she wrapped the girl in a soft, motherly embrace.\n\n“Baby,” she whispered to her kitten’s ear, “I never want you to be afraid to talk to me. Okay? There’s nothing you can tell me that will make me so angry that you should be scared.”\n\nThe calico returned the hug and, on the verge of tears, mumbled into the fur of Mama’s neck, “There might be.”\n\nPulling back, the grey cat cupped Melissa’s face in her paws and held pale blue and green eyes with her deep green ones.\n\n“Melissa, I promise you, you will not be in trouble. Even if it is something really, really bad, we’ll work together to make it right. Okay?”\n\nThe kitten sniffed and nodded. It was now or never.\n\n“Some nights, when you think I’m asleep, I get up.”\n\nMama laughed, such a bright, happy laugh. “Is that all, honey? That’s nothing to be—” the frantic shake of the girl’s head cut her off.\n\n“Uh uh…I…the first time it was just because I needed to go potty, but I heard something in your room,” the floodgates slammed open and there was no stopping, “and I was curious and I listened at the door and it sounded like voices. I though it was tv or videos on your phone and I got curious and peeked under the door and it was your phone but you were naked and you started touching your boobies and then you touched your privates and it was weird and confusing but I couldn’t stop watching. And then I started to peep any time I woke up at night and I saw you with the things in your nightstand and I saw you with Mark a few times and then we got Pumpy and I was tired and didn’t peep but then I did wake up and peep again and I saw you some more and I saw you and Mark some more and…and I saw you and Pumpy and…” her breathing was getting ragged from spilling so much without taking many breaths. The panting built with her fear and guilt into what she didn’t know was a panic attack.\n\nMama’s ears were cocked backward, but the expression on her face was a mix of her own guilt and a deep, deep worry for her baby. Grey-furred thumbs wiped away the tears that were soaking the kitten’s cheeks, and she shushed the girl. Valerie picked up her daughter and held her tight.\n\n“Shh, baby. It’s okay. It’s all right.”\n\nRocked in her mother’s arms, Melissa pressed her face into the bosom that nursed her and sobbed with months of anxiety and remorse. All Val could do was rub the calico’s back and rock her until the storm blew over. She carried Melissa into her bedroom and sat on the foot of her bed, still rocking. After long minutes, the girl calmed. Valerie tilted her daughter’s head back and held her gaze for a moment. She smoothed the patches of orange and grey fur on Melissa’s cheeks and stroked her head.\n\n“There, there, baby. I’ve got you. I’m not mad. You’re not in trouble. You didn’t do anything wrong.”\n\nThe corners of the kitten’s mouth pulled down with lingering emotion as she asked, “Really?”\n\n“Oh, honey…you are my precious, precious baby. I could never be angry with you for being curious. I did the same thing when I was little, and…shit, sweetie…I should have thought about that and done more to protect you from it.”\n\nThe girl sat back with mouth agape. “Mama you said a bad word!”\n\nThe grey cat laughed and booped the girl’s little pink nose. \n\n“Kiddo, there aren’t bad words in this apartment anymore. I don’t have the right to hold that over you. The things you’ve seen me do…they aren’t bad, but you shouldn’t have had to see them at your age…any age. I’m so sorry.”\n\nMelissa shook her head and said, “No, Mama. Don’t be sorry! You are a grownup, and grownups do grownup things. If I didn’t do nothing bad seeing it, you didn’t do nothing bad doing it!”\n\n“That’s really sweet, baby.” She gave the girl a kiss on the forehead. “Was that all you needed to tell me?”\n\n“Yeah,” Melissa said with a little nod, “but I wanted to ask something too.”\n\n“That’s right. What was it?”\n\n“Does it really feel good?”\n\n“What’s that, kiddo?”\n\n“The grownup things. Like, when you put things in your mouth or,” she leaned in, dropping to a whisper, “or when things touch and go inside your pachina.”\n\nMama was fully speechless for a moment. Her eyes darted between Melissa’s, as her mind desperately tried to figure out what to say. The expression on the girl’s face was earnest curiosity, but there was a familiar hunger beneath it. With a huge sigh, Valerie took the only step she could see ahead of her…right off a proverbial ledge.\n\n“It does, baby. It feels so good.”\n\nMelissa brightened and asked, “Can you teach me how to make myself feel good? My paw sorta started rubbing my privates one time when I was watching you and Mark, and it felt good but weird and I don’t think I did it right. But I wasn’t really trying to and I wanna feel good too.”\n\nAlready in free fall, what remained of inhibition for the woman flew away in tatters. She lifted Melissa off her lap and sat the kitten on the foot of the bed next to her. Her tongue slid across her lips and her ears perked up.\n\n“Maybe, but these are grownup things. Kittens aren’t supposed to even know about them, much less do them.”\n\n“I know,” Melissa said with a droop of her ears.\n\n“But,” Mama continued, “if you promise to not tell anyone, even your friends at school, I can teach you all kinds of things.”\n\nWith promises made and eyes dried, the cats set about on the journey of exploration. Mama stripped them both and laid down on the covers with Melissa. She talked about how touching all over the body could feel good. Tracing the edges of each patch of color on the kitten’s body, she slowly taught how a the touch of a soft paw pad or a gentle claw could send tingles all over. She showed how to lick a paw to get the pads slick and wet before touching a nipple or the delicate lips between the legs. It was the first Melissa heard the word for paws touching privates: masturbating.\n\nAfter several minutes of playing with themselves, the kitten said, “Mama, it feels like butterflies in my tummy again!”\n\n“That means you’re about to cum…er…about to have something called an ‘orgasm’, Melissa,” the breathless cat said. “Again, though?”\n\nPanting, she replied over the sounds of fingers on wet flesh, “Uh huh…mmm…when…ah!…when my paw touched down there when I saw Mark’s penis insAY!…nff mmm…inside your pachina and also when Pump…ah…ohhh…Pumpy was on top of you.”\n\nThe woman could tell how close her daughter was and would be lying if she said she wasn’t right there with her.\n\n“Melissa, baby,” she gasped, “I’m close too. Talk about it more. Tell me what you felt and thought when you saw Mark inside me.”\n\nThe girl obliged, “I didn’t know what you were doing. I thought his penis was,” a full-body shudder interrupted her, “like a nipple and it got all big inside you…hah nnn…and it was stuck and twitching…AH! Mama…I think you were having an orgasm…nnf huh…and then his penis was twitchiiiing…hff…and when it popped out, there was white stuff coming out…out…mmmmmf…out of your—“\n\nWords failed as the kitten’s back arched hard. Her chest and tummy tried to take flight at the same time that her shoulders and feet tried desperately to  drive through the bed into the floor. She trembled in that pose for a moment, squeaking and mewling, before slumping back onto the covers and panting. Valerie’s climax crashed into her at the same time, spurred by the girl’s words and the tiny writhing body beside her.\n\nOnce she had her breath back, Melissa asked, “Mama, does it feel that good when Mark is inside you?”\n\n“More, baby. So much more.”\n\n“And Pumpy?”\n\n“Hmm…maybe halfway between. It feels good, but there’s an emotional feeling with another person that adds to the touch. Pumpkin loves us, but when he’s humping it’s like nothing exists but his cock inside something. It’s amazing but kinda hollow.”\n\nThere was a pause.\n\n“Cock is the same thing as penis, right?”\n\nMama giggled and said sleepily, “That’s right, baby.”\n\n“What was the white stuff?”\n\nVal turned to the girl. “What white stuff, kiddo?”\n\n“The white stuff Mark and Pumpy put inside you.”\n\n“Oh! That’s cum…it’s a special thing that boys’ privates make.”\n\n“Do you think Mark would make me feel good?”\n\n“It’s gonna take a lot of practice before you could take him inside, kiddo. And,” she thought about it, “I don’t know if he would feel comfortable doing it.”\n\n“Why not?” she asked with drooping ears.\n\nMama ruffled her head fur and said, “Well, most grownups don’t feel comfortable doing that sort of thing with children. They could get in a lot of trouble.”\n\nAfter a long pause, Melissa yawned and muttered, “I wanna hear him call me ‘Missa’ and squirt his cum inside me.”\n\nHer mother turned her head at that, such an earnest, sweet sentiment. She smirked when she saw that her daughter was already asleep.\n\n“I know what you mean, babygirl,” she whispered, stroking the girl’s head. “I know what you mean.”\n\nThey woke the next morning, snuggled up close together. Bright blue light filtered through the curtains in Mama’s room, bathing their naked bodies. As the kitten stretched and yawned, Valerie took note of the quality of the light and padded over to the window. The city streets below were silent and covered with freshly fallen snow. She grinned and trotted into the kitchen to grab her phone.\n\nWhen she returned to her bedroom, she smiled down at the groggy girl and said, “Looks like we had a storm overnight, kiddo. School’s are closed and so is work.”\n\nMelissa sat bolt-upright and chirped, “Really?”\n\n“Yep! If you want, we could bundle up and go to the park down the street to play. Or…”\n\nThe girl rubbed her face to clear the cobwebs and smelled last night’s lesson on her paws. Her ears went red.\n\n“Or?”\n\nMama sat down on the bed and took her favorite thing from the nightstand, along with the little bottle of clear liquid. She placed them on the covers and left the room again. When she returned, she dropped one of Melissa’s magic markers and a hairbrush with a soft, narrow handle on the bed beside the other things.\n\n“Or,” the woman said, “we could stay warm and play inside. Maybe start working you up from this,” she held up the marker, “to this,” she pointed to the hairbrush, “to this,” she pointed to the fake penis that looked like Mark’s.\n\nAs if on cue, Pumpkin loped in and rested his head on the edge of the bed, wagging.\n\nMama chuckled and said, “Patience, Pumpkin. She won’t be ready for you for a long time.”\n\nBy the end of the snow day, Melissa had learned that the bottle of clear liquid was something called ‘lube’. It made things slippery and helped when you wanted to put something inside your vagina…or your butt? She wasn’t so sure about that. With a little lube on the marker, its thin body slid right inside her. The kitten could feel its bottom edges as they stretched something tight inside. It was almost painful but passed so quickly all she could think about was the way the marker rubbed the walls of her vagina. Mama taught her how to hold it tight so it didn’t go all the way inside, how to move it in and out while she rubbed the sensitive little nub—called a ‘clit’—at the top of her privates. She even managed to do the same with the hairbrush, laying beside Mama who used the fake penis…or, as she learned it was called, the dildo. \n\nBefore bedtime, Mama helped her get all slick again and they tried the dildo on Melissa’s little slit. It was easy to get the pointy tip in, but the thick shaft resisted at about halfway in. Slow, gentle movements and a lot of tenacity stretched the tight walls until she could go all the way down to the bulge…’knot’…near the bottom. There was no way the whole thing would go in, but she rode out her biggest orgasm yet as Mama rubbed the knot against her little clit with the shaft still stretching her insides.\n\nMelissa lay panting on the covers, and Mama slowly pulled the dildo free. It popped loose with a wet sound that made the kitten giggle, which caused all the muscles in her abdomen to clench, which clapped her tiny hole closed and forced out a sound unlike almost any Melissa had heard. \n\nAll but one, really.\n\nLater in her life—out in the world, as the grownups love to say—she might have times when such a thing would embarrass her or cause tension in a relationship. She might get defensive or embarrassed. Those reactions would have to wait for maturity and the constant worry of what other people think. That evening, out of breath and still quivering inside and out, she broke the naughty air that had stagnated in the room. The shadow of lingering worries Mama might have and the tinge of guilt that hadn’t quite faded from the little girl’s heart all fled in an instant before a gale of joyous laughter. The kitten’s rolling cackles were contagious, dragging her mother right in until they both were coughing and crying. Once they had their breath back, Mama would explain what that truly staggering sound was and what caused it, but that was for after.\n\nThe next morning brought on the weekend. Valerie wondered when she woke if Melissa would be ready to focus on other things, maybe play in the snow or watch cartoons. She was surprised to find herself alone in bed. The woman stepped out, scratching under her left breast as she went to check her daughter’s room. The room was dark, except for the faint glow from the rabbit tree lamp. There was no sign of the kitten; but, Valerie noticed as she turned to leave that the top bulb of the lamp seemed to have burnt out. Only the gentle glow from the door remained, illuminating a mother who must now wonder where her babies went. It was going to be a pain to replace that.\n\nBack in the hallway, the woman noticed a hum from the living room television and headed that way. The calico was sitting on the couch, reclined against the back cushion with her feet swinging in the air. Naked as a jaybird, Melissa had a paper plate with the mangled remains of some cold toaster pastries on her lap and was watching one of her favorite cartoons. Pumpkin heaved himself up from his bed and trotted over to Valerie to get some good morning pats.\n\n“Hey, babygirl,” Mama said, scratching the dog’s ears, “how long have you been up?”\n\n“Mornin’ Mama! Not long!”\n\n“I see now how you managed to peek for so long and never get caught. You’re quiet as a ghost! I didn’t even know you left bed.”\n\nMelissa’s ears reddened a little. The poor girl still felt bad about the secret she kept for so long. But, Mama sounded happy and that took some of the hurt away. Something happened on the tv that struck the calico as funny, and she broke into a laugh. The laugh stopped with a squeak, and a thud on the floor revealed that Mama’s canine dildo had been inside the kitten throughout the conversation and who knows how long before.\n\nMama snickered and said, “You really like that one, don’t you?”\n\nMelissa’s blush deepened as she covered her face and nodded.\n\n“Hey, I get it. It’s my favorite, too. Did you get it as deep as last night?”\n\nAs Mama turned to fix herself a cup of coffee, the kitten shook her head.\n\n“That’s ok, kiddo. You’ll get used to it. Maybe your body just has to grow some more.”\n\nMelissa watched her mother head for the kitchen and frowned. While Valerie busied herself with getting a cup and spooning grounds into the coffee press, there were some small sounds of movement and a grunt from the living room. The electric kettle clicked off in time with a small paw patting the woman’s leg. She reached down and stroked the girl’s head idly with one paw and poured steaming water into the press with the other. Glancing at the kitten, Val was perplexed by an expression of…what…triumph?\n\n“Mama,” Melissa said in a tone equal parts serious and playful, “can you life me onto the counter?”\n\nMama smirked and agreed, groaning a little with the effort of lifting the little…\n\n“Honey…”\n\nThe girl’s face beamed.\n\n“How the hell?”\n\nDangling by her armpits from the grey cat’s paws, Melissa Jones grinned. Every inch of that dildo, knot and all, was buried in her tiny…maybe not so tiny after all…pussy. All that remained outside was the flared suction cup base. Just above and to the left of her bellybutton a slight bulge could be seen, where either the toy or something it shifted was pressing against her abdominal wall. Mama set her on the counter, smirking a little at the way the girl shivered when her weight went on the base, and shook her head in amusement.\n\n“I was sure it would be a while before you’d manage that, kiddo. Like, at least middle school?” Pausing to press her coffee, she mulled over what to say next. She settled on, “So…you can take a full-size dog cock all the way to the bottom. I don’t even know what to say. Why are you in such a rush to be able to fit all that inside you?” She underlined “that” in her question by giving the silicone flare a thwack with her finger.\n\n“Eep!” Melissa sat straight up and shivered. After a deep breath, she said, “I wanna be able to play with Pumpy like you did but…umm…”\n\nIt wasn’t the delay of someone trying to find the right word. Rather, it was the temporizing of someone who knew what she was going to say would test a boundary that had already shifted. As if to take some of the curse off what was definitely going to be a curse, the kitten motioned for her mom to lean in for a whisper. Her nervous smile was audible, even in the breathy tones that tickled the hairs of Valerie’s ear.\n\n“…but I really want Mark to…” she got even quieter, “…to fuck me.”\n\nThere was never a time in the grey cat’s life when she was happier not to have just taken a drink. Instead of a spray of coffee, a laugh broke from her that startled Pumpkin.\n\nWiping her eyes, Valerie replied, “Hoo! Yeah, just remember: only here in the apartment. I don’t need to be getting called to school about my little girl using that kind of language.\n\nThe girl in question made a cross-my-heart motion.\n\n“Alright, anyway, I wonder if you’re smitten with him or if it’s really just that he’s the first guy you’ve seen that way.”\n\nMelissa shrugged and said, “I dunno…he’s the nicest man I know. He’s handsome. I trust him not to hurt me, because he never does.”\n\n“Nicest man? What about your daddy?” The look she got in return could have come from one of her own peers. “Okay, fair.”\n\nMama noticed the kitten starting to squirm a little and helped her down off the counter. Melissa breathed a sigh of relief and reached down to tug the toy out. She frowned and spread her legs a little. As she continued pulling, her ears slowly angled backward and she bit her lip. Valerie took a sip of her coffee and watched the girl grow increasingly frustrated.\n\n“Having trouble there, baby?”\n\nMelissa stayed in that awkward little horse pose, dropped her paws, and said in a defeated tone, “It’s stuck.”\n\nThe woman leaned her bare hip against the counter and took another drink. As amusing a sight as it was, she took pity on the kitten and said, “I freaked out the first time that happened to me. Remember how it fell out a minute ago?”\n\nThe girl looked up with such sadness, holding her belly halfway between her stretched pussy and her navel.\n\n“Mama, I don’t think I can laugh right now. It’s making me need to pee.”\n\n“Oh, hon…” Setting her mug down, she pointed toward the hall and suggested, “Let’s try this: pop into the bathroom and stand in the tub.”\n\nMelissa gave a confused look, then followed her mama’s direction. As the pair walked in, Valerie flicked on the light. The calico tried to scramble over the wall of the tub, but each attempt stopped with her pressing her paw to her tummy and taking a second to breathe. Based on the way the bulge in her stomach moved with each try, the grey cat guessed that leaning any direction to get a leg over was straining the small space available inside the kid.\n\n“Here, sweetie,” she said softly, lifting the girl into the tub.\n\nStanding in the tub, the panting kitten asked, “Now what?”\n\n“Try coughing.”\n\nShe tried, but nothing shifted. Val could see the girl’s mismatched eyes widening. Before panic could set in, she offered another solution. She had the girl lay on her back with her knees up, then grasped the base. It was in there pretty good, but Valerie figured this would do the trick. Without warning, she tickled the little girl’s side like crazy. A light tug on the base, coupled with the convulsions and laughter, worked the knot loose and the dildo sprang free. Though the pressure of the knot was relieved, Melissa’s bladder couldn’t take the onslaught of tickles. The calico and her mom gasped together as pee made an arc from her crotch to end of the tub below the faucet.\n\nEmbarrassed and quivering, the girl waved a limp paw at her pee-damp and lube-sticky lower half.\n\n“Maybe bath time,” she panted.\n\n- - - - -\n\nWhen the first weekend of winter break came, the mother and daughter already had a plan for the next step. Melissa wanted to try doing things with Pumpkin, but Mama was very clear that they had to take things slow, especially when it came to the retriever. She explained that four-legged canines can be very rough when playing these sorts of games. Before she would let Melissa try the dog, Mama insisted that the girl watch as the dog took her, not under the door but in the room beside them, so the girl could see just how intense it would be.\n\nRather than adjourn to the bedroom, Mama laid out some towels on the living room floor. She had the kitten sit on the coffee table, where she would have a clear view of the whole process. As she prepared the space and removed her clothes, the woman talked about how aggressive it would look, how it would be very hard to stop or slow down once things started, and how the girl should let her know if she started to feel scared. Once the girl agreed, it was showtime.\n\n“Pumpkin,” the grey feline cooed at the dog, “here.”\n\nThe large dog bounded over, happy to be the center of attention. After a few minutes of scratching, petting, and playful wrestling, Mama laid down on her back and used the first of the phrases Sarah had taught her.\n\n“Hey, buddy, want lickies?”\n\nMelissa watched in awed silence as the retriever went from floppy goofball to a beast with the single-minded purpose of licking pussy. As the ginger head plunged between her legs, tongue already lapping, Valerie spread her knees to give him space. Her daughter could already see the effect of the dog’s ministrations in the way her mother’s breath caught in her throat and the arch of her back. It reminded her a little of the times she had seen Mark eagerly loving the woman with his tongue, but she could also see something that Mama had been impressing on her for a while: Pumpkin wasn’t trying to pleasure the woman. \n\nIf anything, once he started going, the woman stopped even existing in his mind. His eyes were half lidded, his head moved along with each stroke of his tongue, and his only focus was to seek out what tasted right and take it. If he put too much energy into a specific area, Valerie’s only options were to shift her hips or push the dog’s head in a different direction. Even then, the dog very much did whatever the hell he wanted.\n\nAfter a few minutes, the grey cat shoved Pumpkin back and closed her legs to keep him from going back at her slobbery crotch. She sat up, not quite panting but not at all calm. He put a paw on her leg and let out a frustrated “boof.”Mama sandwiched his face between her paws and kissed him on the forehead.\n\n“Chill, buddy,” she said softly. Turning to the kitten, she asked, “Did you see what I meant?”\n\nMelissa nodded, ears cocked back enough to show her comprehension but not enough to hide the crimson shade inside. She was still clothed, to prevent the dog from being able to switch targets in his excitement, but her right paw was buried in her leggings and panties.\n\n“Here we go, then.”\n\nValerie moved to kneel beside the dog on the side that her daughter could see. She ran her paw along the retriever’s back, down the back of his hind leg, back up the front of his hind leg, and under his belly. The fur was too thick for Melissa to see well, but she could tell Mama’s paw caressed his tummy and chest, then slid back to where his sheath was. She imagined grey fingers wrapping around the fuzzy pocket. When her mother’s arm made a quick series of motions underneath the dog, the results were immediate. He started hunching his back and thrusting forward with his hips. With a shift of her arm, Mama showed her how his penis flashed in and out of his sheath and through her fingers. The kitten didn’t know how fast or slow things went after that. It was a blur that also seemed frozen in her mind.\n\nMama turned away from the dog and went down on hands and knees. She stayed perpendicular to the girl, to provide the best possible viewing angle. The dog responded immediately when Valerie said, “Hump, buddy!” Pumpkin slid up behind her, giving a little hop that sent his chest riding up and over her rump. His ginger forelegs fumbled for a second and then locked tight around her waist, paws pressed to the fronts of her thighs and claws digging into the fur. The thrusts were arrhythmic and kind of slow to start.\n\n“He’s poking around with his cock,” Mama explained, “trying to find the SPOT!”\n\nThe last word came out as a squeal, forced by the retriever’s hip suddenly slamming forward. The spot had been found. For the next few minutes, Pumpkin wasn’t playing with Mama: he was pounding frantically at an object he could fuck. The moaning, gasping cat could have been a plushie, a pillow, anything…nothing. Her needs, her pleasure, her pain, none of it meant a damn to the dog. She was a wet hole for him to drive his cock into until he was done. It was a sad, lonely sight, and the kitten could not pull her paw out of her pants to save her life.\n\nThe living room filled with short, ragged breaths from both of the creatures on the floor. Soft, rapid plaps of furred beast on furred beast accompanied a flurry of increasingly wet sounds. During their chats about this, Valerie had explained that boys produce clear stuff called “pre-cum” that helps slick up their cocks. Four-leggers made even more of the stuff. The sound was awful and glorious all at once. Each thrust drove another gasp, moan, mewl, or scream out of the grey cat. The towels were soaked with their shared fluids and so were Mama’s thighs.\n\nAfter what seemed like an eternity, Pumpkin stopped thrusting and lay slumped on Valerie’s back. Melissa could see the way his tailhole twitched and knew from Mama’s descriptions that each wink was a squirt of watery cum inside her vagina. The woman’s arms trembled, and her front end sank to the floor. She panted and shuddered, riding out the aftershocks of an orgasm that hit her in the middle of his frantic assault on her backside. The kitten watched as their dog repeated the motion she had seen previously, slinging his leg over and turning so he was butt-to-butt with Mama.\n\nThe girl watched as, after a several minutes, her mother reached beneath herself and then listened to the wet sounds of fingers rubbing the woman’s clit. Keeping her own paw glued to her pussy, Melissa got off the coffee table and slowly padded over to the joined animals. She continued rubbing herself as she peered to see the dog’s penis buried inside Mama. The scent was incredible, and the sight balanced precariously between terrible and awesome. Valerie’s slit, stretched and red from the battering it had taken and continued to take, was soaked and so was the long yellow and orange fur of the dog’s privates. Close up, the girl could see and hear the little bubbles and squirts that squeezed out from between the tugging knot and her mother’s lips. Still, the dark wrinkled skin of Pumpkin’s tailhole winked.\n\nThe young cat, driven by her childish lust and briefly unsupervised by the masturbating woman, stepped toward Pumpkin’s head. She held his panting face and stroked his cheeks and ears. Barely thinking, she let go of him and grabbed the waistbands of her leggings and panties together. Shoving them both to the floor, she stepped awkwardly out of them and stood, bottomless, in front of the retriever.\n\n“Buddy,” she said in a breathless almost-whisper, “lickies.”\n\nPumpkin’s genitals may have been preoccupied, but his mouth was unencumbered and happy to oblige. His snout bumped her dripping sex, and a hot tongue slashed up the kitten’s slit. The taste was right and the training was strong; he needed no other encouragement. It was fortunate that the dog had already mostly worn himself out. The girl was spared the frenetic onslaught that would have come if he was rested. Regardless, she melted beneath his lashing.\n\nIn less than a minute, her knees buckled with a body-quaking climax that sent her to the floor. She lay there mewling and twitching, ignorant to the squelch that announced the exit of his shrinking cock from her mama. The splatter of leaking dog semen on the towels couldn’t have been less noticed by either cat. Pumpkin flopped down on the floor against the kitten’s side and whiled away the next few moments alternately cleaning his doggy junk and licking the quivering girl’s face and neck. Melissa squealed and giggled. Valerie rolled to the side and her sticky, ravaged hindquarters thudded onto the towels with a faint splurting sound from the stream of semen that now ran from her.\n\nThe calico tired of Pumpkin’s kisses after a few minutes and rolled on top of him, scratching and tickling his belly as she sat up. The retriever twisted and writhed under her, flailing his paws in the air. She scooted back to escape his claws and felt the cool wet fur of his sheath kiss her between her tailhole and slit. The coolness gave way to a smooth heat that slid over her wet lips and bumped her clit.\n\nShe shuddered with the touch and ground her wet lips against the penis that once more started to protrude from his sheath. Mewing softly, she rolled and bucked her hips on him. Energy only partially restored, the retriever’s instincts kicked back in and his hips began thrusting. Fortunately, the angle and his fatigue didn’t allow him to hammer at full speed or strength. What they did allow, however, was his shrunken penis sliding easily into the little girl’s soaking pussy. For the first time, Melissa felt something warm and alive inside her. Thoughts vanished, care evaporated, and the calico kitten started bouncing on his cock. \n\nValerie opened her eyes to the shocking sight of her daughter’s ass rising and falling on the dog’s slowly growing organ. She found herself without words, but the worry faded as she recognized that the hungry little cat was the one in control. She smirked as she saw her little girl go from gentle motions to desperate, pounding strokes that took every inch of swelling flesh into her rosy lips and gripped it like a possession on the way back up. The woman couldn’t help but think to herself, “How do you like being on the receiving end, you shaggy bastard.”\n\nFor his part, Pumpkin loved it. He panted and thrust beneath the kitten, oblivious to what a table might be or what it would mean for it to be turned. Melissa gripped pawfuls of long fur and continued driving herself down over his knot. As it grew, it rubbed a spot in her vagina, just behind her pubic bone, that drove the girl into a frenzy. One last downward plunge saw the full mass of the dog’s penis disappear into her cunt. The next series of motions from the kitten were short, grinding rolls of her hips, working her hot flesh against his and continuing to worry that spot inside with his knot. Pressed against his fuzzy sheath, her clitoris wasn’t left out of the fun.\n\nIn moments, the girl was nearly over the edge into another climax. That’s when Pumpkin began unloading his balls a second time. Hot, forceful jets of slippery cum lashed against the deepest well inside Melissa’s clenching tunnel. It spread, bathing her cervix and filling what little space there was between his skin and her walls. It started squeezing out around him, as what had started as a single orgasm in the kitten’s core rippled into a train of wave after wave of heaving pleasure. Her paws released his chest fur and she sat back with her full weight on his cock. The moans that came from her baby fanned Valeries flames anew, and the grey cat found herself helplessly fingering her snatch as she watched the kitten grind to a halt and fall over onto her back between the golden retriever’s shaggy legs.\n\nOne ice blue eye and one deep green one stared through the ceiling into nothing and Melissa Jones trembled and panted on the floor. The dog’s knot stayed firmly lodged inside her, locking them in place until the last drop of his burning essence had pumped into her pussy. Having nowhere in her small space to go, semen kept squirting out around his knot, soaking the towel and the carpet below. They lay there, panting together, as Mama came on her paw and flopped over onto her back.\n\nAn hour later, when the two cats stirred from what was neither sleep nor consciousness, Melissa craned her head around. Pumpkin had long since slid out of her and shuffled to his bed. The dog snored softly. She looked toward her mother and found deep green eyes watching her. The woman had a tired but impressed smile on her muzzle. They both offered each other a halfhearted wave.\n\n“So?” Mama piped up, “you still want to have a go at Mark?”\n\n“So much,” Melissa whispered. “So much.”\n\nValerie laughed and gasped as a lingering trickle of semen slipped out of her slit and over her tailhole. \n\n“I guess I need to start figuring out how to convince him to do something crazy.”\n",
  "writing_bbcode_parsed": "<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'><em>The Joneses Set The Pace</em><br /><br />The nights in Melissa Jones&rsquo;s room were never all that dark. An old hand-me-down slip cast ceramic lamp sat on a dresser by the door. The body of the lamp was nine-inch-tall tree standing broad and proud from an oblong base shaped like a grassy hill with a little recessed doorway. Flanking the circular red door were a pair of little crescent windows. Flower pots and garden tools lined the flagstone doorstep.<br /><br />On the doorstep, holding a broom, stood a mother rabbit with white fur in a yellow dress and white apron. The doe&rsquo;s gaze was directed up the hill toward the base of the tree, as if calling out. Around the brown glazed trunk danced a ring of six rabbit kits in children&rsquo;s clothing from generations ago. The billowing canopy in dark green glaze ballooned above the dancing youths. Its cloud-like shape was pierced with curves and pinholes, straight through to the hollow interior. <br /><br />Within the base of the sculpture was a wooden plate with a metal stem that held a small lightbulb at the top and an even smaller one at the bottom. When the rotary switch on the ancient cord was turned, amber light from the bulbs flooded the interior and shone through the canopy holes and the windows by the door. Six well-hidden circular holes under the canopy dropped rays upon the dancing bunnies like sunny spotlights breaking through the leaves.<br /><br />The lamp had sat in her mother&rsquo;s childhood bedroom, her grandmother&rsquo;s, and her great grandmother&rsquo;s. Time, countless moves, and the wear and tear special to children&rsquo;s heirlooms had all left their marks. It, however, worked as well as ever. Dots and crescents of soft gold had speckled the nighttime walls and ceilings of girls&rsquo; bedrooms for a touch under a century.<br /><br />Beneath the manufactured cosmos, lay a carpeted floor scattered with toys, coloring books, and exploded boxes of crayons and other colorful art supplies. A cubby set with cloth bins and a little television on top stood against the wall next to the dresser. The tv&rsquo;s blue light shone dimly with a looping screensaver of small tropical fish ducking in and out and around a pile of rocks and coral. The modern nightlight lulled the newly five-year-old kitten when her mind just needed visual and auditory repetition to fall asleep, but she had adored the lamp since before she could stand.<br /><br />One night, Melissa stirred under her cartoon-print covers. Unsure what brought her out of sleep, she lay there and tried to figure it out. She stared at the light show on the ceiling for a moment and concluded that her body woke her to go pee. This was a pretty big deal for the kitten. She was no stranger to waking in the night to the unwelcome sensation of cold, damp sheets and that awful feeling of wet fur plastered to her bottom. <br /><br />Pressed by the growing need, she thumped out of bed and padded quietly through the partially closed door. The living room and kitchen were dark at the end of the hall, except for the faint green-blue glow from the clocks on the microwave and stove. Melissa took a right into the hallway bathroom and closed the door softly without turning on the light. The nightlight over the sink would do just fine. She didn&rsquo;t think she&rsquo;d get in trouble for being out of bed, under the circumstances, but it was better to be safe. The Jones girls had always been known to lose their temper when woken unexpectedly.<br /><br />The girl bunched up her nightshirt as she walked across cold tiles and the mats by the sink and shower. Holding the wadded fabric clamped at her sides under her arms, she slipped her panties down and worked her way up onto the toilet. Melissa knew it was better to be a big girl on a big girl potty, but&nbsp;&nbsp;she missed the ease of sitting down onto her old training potty. It didn&rsquo;t take half as much clambering and balance.<br /><br />After finishing her doings, Melissa cleaned herself with a wet wipe and patted dry with a few squares of toilet tissue. She hopped down from the seat and restored her nightclothes to their proper configuration. Now was the moment of truth. She had to flush. Their toilet wasn&rsquo;t as loud as some public ones, which had themselves caused no shortage of rough patches during potty training, but it wasn&rsquo;t a whisper by any means. If she didn&rsquo;t flush, she&rsquo;d get an earful from Mama. If she did flush&hellip;maybe? A few seconds of internal dialogue passed before she pressed the handle quickly, as if that might hush the device. It felt so loud. She washed her paws and dried them, then prepared to face whatever might meet her in the hallway.<br /><br />The door opened slowly, revealing no particular change from when she had walked in. She might be able to get back in bed without having to deal with explaining why she was out to begin with, even if it wouldn&rsquo;t be a problem. Paw pads whispered faintly on the hall carpet, and she made it nearly to the door before other whispers caught her ears. She twisted them back without turning her body and froze with eyes wide.<br /><br />It was barely a murmur. A sound of voices, some shifting. All coming from the closed door to her mother&rsquo;s room. It could have been Mama&rsquo;s tv or phone. <br /><br />No.<br /><br />Some of it might have been electronic, but Mama&rsquo;s voice was there too. Quick breaths, quiet words, and a sound almost like crying tickled the kitten&rsquo;s ears. At that point, she started to care less about getting caught and more about figuring out why Mama sounded distressed. Melissa had a vague memory from when she was two of her mother crying after Daddy left. She didn&rsquo;t know why her mother had seemed sad and scared, but it stuck with her that sometimes mamas get sad or scared too.<br /><br />With even more care than when she tiptoed to and from the bathroom, Melissa crept to her mother&rsquo;s door. There was a faint m, shifting light coming from between the bottom of the door and the carpet, so she got down on her belly and peeked through the crack with her deep green right eye. The scene that met her vision took several moments to click with the little girl. <br /><br />Mama was lying on the bed, but it didn&rsquo;t really look like she was asleep. She was moving slightly and muttering. The kitten wondered briefly if mamas have bad dreams. Maybe&hellip;but when Valerie Jones turned her face toward the ceiling, her daughter could tell that her eyes were open, if narrowed. The expression was unreadable from the low angle, but she was definitely awake. <br /><br />The mother cat&rsquo;s dark grey fur was bare on top of the tangling covers. Her left arm lifted her phone up, shining the wavering light of a video on her body and face. Her right arm seemed to be laid beside her as far as the elbow, where it angled up to drape over her belly. Mama&rsquo;s right paw stroked the fur of her tummy and moved up to grasp her right boob. There was a sharp intake of breath from the woman, followed by a low mewl of a sort Melissa had never heard from her.<br /><br />Lying on the carpet in the hall, the calico kitten could feel her ears growing hot. Melissa didn&rsquo;t know what she was seeing, but it tested the bounds of her developing brain. It wasn&rsquo;t weird for Mama to touch her boobies if a bra wasn&rsquo;t fitting right or if she had an itch. Sometimes when they shared a bath she might bobble them to be funny. This wasn&rsquo;t any of that. Blue-grey fingers grasped and released that breast like it hurt, like it felt good, like desperation, like anger. It made no sense at all. There was a quick flash of pink as the pads of Mama&rsquo;s thumb and forefinger pinched at her nipple, and a gasp escaped the writhing woman that seemed pulled out of her by the arching of her back. She rolled and twisted, ending up on her side. The light of the phone followed and descended behind the curves of the elder cat&rsquo;s side like a blue sun setting behind hills.<br /><br />Now that Mama was facing away, the kitten could only see the hint of glow along the edges of her fur. All else was silhouette. The writhing continued, a display of something the girl couldn&rsquo;t comprehend. When her mother&rsquo;s leg lifted, braced against her other leg by a straight ankle and toes that splayed and curled around her other foot, a quick dark movement signified a lashing tail swinging up and away from her butt.<br /><br />It was the kitten&rsquo;s turn to gasp, when she saw the hint of fingers moving in the gap between Mama&rsquo;s thighs. Melissa&rsquo;s ears may as well have been made of fire. Her dark green eye dilated until the iris was barely an emerald sliver around a pool of darkness. Without thought, the arm she wasn&rsquo;t lying on shifted to bring her paw to her own crotch. Little fingers played over the fabric of the nightshirt, fumbling it up until the pads felt the little flowers screen printed on the cotton of her panties. Her vision narrowed until the only thing she saw was her mother&rsquo;s paw moving in that triangle of dim light. Her digits gently but aimlessly prodded around in a loose imitation of what her mother was doing, but she couldn&rsquo;t fully mimic what she couldn&rsquo;t fully see.<br /><br />As Melissa&rsquo;s paw moved over her mound, something between a tickle and a shock shot from her privates straight up her spine and down her legs. She jerked her paw back, half afraid that the sensation meant something bad&hellip;though it hadn&rsquo;t altogether felt bad. That moment of distraction was enough for the kitten to miss something on the other side of the door. Her attention snapped back to the interior when a sound like a growl mixed with a moan came from her mama. <br /><br />Arms and legs twisted against themselves and the sheets. Toes spread and contracted. The woman flopped over onto her back, panting and staring at the ceiling. There was a hint of a flicking tail tip in the darkness. She raised the phone back up and chuckled a little, before locking the screen and dropping the device on her still heaving chest. The girl took this as a cue and slipped back to her room with all the stealth of her ancestors.<br /><br />As she slid back under her covers, Melissa tried to understand what she had seen. With no context and poor visibility, it might as well have been impossible. She drifted off to sleep filled with strange dreams.<br /><br />- - - - -<br /><br />Every couple of days after that night, Melissa&rsquo;s curiosity would pull the sleeping kitten out of the depths to the now familiar sounds of strange goings on. She built a habit of sneaking to her mother&rsquo;s door and trying to glimpse more of what the older cat was up to. It eventually became an almost nightly ritual.<br /><br />Some nights, Mama would just be asleep and mumbling something from dreams. That was how the girl learned that mamas do indeed have bad dreams. She heard her father&rsquo;s name amidst other indistinct words, the tone sometimes pleading, sometimes so filled with anger that the kitten cut her peeping short with a tight feeling in her chest. <br /><br />There were also nights when new sights met her prying eye. The first time she saw her mother bring objects out of her nightstand was a shock. The shapes didn&rsquo;t mean much: there was a squeeze bottle of clear liquid that glinted in the faint light from the bedroom window, a short thing shaped like a Christmas tree with a ring or bracelet thing at the bottom, and some other things that were just strange. The strange things were banana-ish in length and banana-ish in&hellip;round longness? She didn&rsquo;t have the words to describe them.<br /><br />Each of the three had a different shape and length, though they all seemed to have a certain weight and squish. The smaller of the three was yellow in the soft light of Mama&rsquo;s bedside lamp. It might have been as long as the older cat&rsquo;s hand from fingertip to heel of palm. The thing was pointy at the end and about the width of a finger and a half, with a wide band of what looked like prickles around the middle. This one seemed more rigid than the others: still soft, but not as giving.<br /><br />The middle-sized one would come to be known to the kitten as Mama&rsquo;s favorite. It was a splotchy sorta pink-red and had a funny shape. Like the yellow one, it was pointy at the end. Pointy and blunt both, oddly. Its smooth body swelled a little bit and narrowed again, then it got really fat near the bottom before going narrow and ending in a wide base like the front of a horn. Many nights saw that one come wobbling out of the bedside drawer.<br /><br />The largest one was as long as her mother&rsquo;s forearm and about as thick. It wasn&rsquo;t pointy at the end but flat-ish. It kind of reminded the calico of pool noodles she would play with when Mama took her to the public pool.<br /><br />Melissa watched as Valerie sat on the bed, considering the objects she&rsquo;d laid out. The kitten couldn&rsquo;t see the things anymore, as the edge of the bed blocked her view from her angle at the bottom of the door, but it looked like Mama was trying to decide something. She lifted the little yellow one and turned it over in her paws with a look that started as thoughtful and ended with disgust and a little anger. Without a touch of ceremony, the grey cat flicked the thing to the side. The sound it made hitting the trash can next to her vanity just about made the girl jump out of her skin. Fortunately, what little noise she made was covered by the noise of the trash can settling.<br /><br />Resting her elbows on her knees, Valerie contemplated her things for a moment. Dark grey fingers hoisted the bulk of the pool noodle thing. It bent over in her paws like a wilted plant. She took her other paw and straightened it up, cocking her head to the side. The paw near the top of the thing slid downward with fingers wrapped around the squishy shaft. At the base, the paw returned upward again. She repeated the motion a couple of times and brought the thing to her face.<br /><br />Melissa watched in confusion as her mom sniffed the end of the thing. She stifled a little gasp as Mama&rsquo;s rough pink tongue licked the end a couple of times. Then white fangs flashed in the low light. Valerie&rsquo;s mouth opened wide and took the end of the thing inside. Her jaw worked like she was trying to move her tongue around with the huge thing filling her mouth up, then she slowly pushed forward. The girl&rsquo;s jaw dropped open in shock as she watched half of the weird thing vanish into her mother&rsquo;s mouth. There was a gross sound from Mama&rsquo;s throat and a labored intake of breath through her nose as she withdrew the thing. It popped out and swung downward, then swung back and smacked Valerie in the chin. She giggled so joyously at it that the girl&rsquo;s jaw couldn&rsquo;t help but giggle a little too.<br /><br />Still, the woman shook her head a little and set the big one back in her drawer. Now she just had the Christmas tree thing and the one with the lump near the bottom. Melissa wondered if Mama was going to choose one and put the other away. Instead, she licked the tree until it was shiny and rocked over onto her back with her knees tucked up to her chest.&nbsp;&nbsp;Her position left just enough viewing angle available for the kitten to watch in absolute bafflement as her mother gently twisted and turned the thing against her tailhole. In a moment, the tree shaped part had popped inside Mama&rsquo;s butt, leaving only a little loop hanging out. The woman&rsquo;s legs dropped back to the bed, and she let out a soft moan.<br /><br />That familiar sensation of heat in her ears rose up, and Melissa felt her paw already seeking out the space between her legs. By then she had discovered that there were some places that yielded pleasant sensations when stroked with the pads of a finger or two. This time, she let her forefinger slip along the cotton-shrouded slit in her mound until she felt the recessed space where she knew poop came out. Now, though, she was finding out that something&hellip;whatever it was, could go in too. The kitten put a little bit of pressure against her panties and felt her tailhole twitch under the touch. It didn&rsquo;t feel good, exactly, but it didn&rsquo;t feel bad either. Blinking away the distraction, she turned her attention back to the bedroom.<br /><br />Valerie Jones still lay on her back, holding the strange object with the bulb near the bottom. She gave it the same treatment that she had given the noodle thing: kissing and licking the tip before taking most of it into her mouth. Her lips kissed the bulb where it met the long part, then slowly receded up toward the tip. The woman repeated the downstroke again. As she got back down to the bulb, her phone vibrated with a notification. She raised the device to look at the screen, object still bulb-deep in her jaws. Melissa watched the corner of her mother&rsquo;s mouth curl into a smile as she read. The grey cat stretched out to reach for the bedside lamp and flicked it on.<br /><br />The sudden light made her daughter&rsquo;s pupil contract to a slit under the door. The girl almost pulled away and snuck back to her room, but she was still rapt at the well lit visage of her mama with this strange thing bulb-deep in her mouth. The older cat typed a message and waited. Typed. Waited. There was a muted snicker, and she took a selfie with the thing still occupying her whole smile. More typing. Something like a scoff. Then Valerie held her phone up in her left hand and must have started recording a video. She winked at the device, slowly withdrew the thing from her mouth until the tip rested against her rough tongue as it hung from her gaping mouth, then confidently pushed the whole length into her mouth. The bulb didn&rsquo;t go in easily, but the woman&rsquo;s expression didn&rsquo;t change as it slipped between her teeth. She gave another wink at her phone, along with a &ldquo;look no hands&rdquo; motion with her right paw that had released the object.<br /><br />Melissa watched as her mama grasped the base of the thing again and slipped the bulb out of her mouth with a pop. The length followed, pulling a trail of spit with it. Licking her lips, the woman said, &ldquo;Why don&rsquo;t you come down here and let me show you in person?&rdquo; <br /><br />The girl had never heard such a dark, hungry tone in her mama&rsquo;s voice. It was low and rumbled with a faint purr. Another buzz from the phone and the grey cat bounced out of bed with a giddy little wiggle and started walking toward the door.<br /><br />Melissa was in bed before Mama&rsquo;s bedroom doorknob even started to turn. She stayed still and forced her panting to settle into a more normal rhythm, even as the silhouette of her mother&rsquo;s head leaned into her doorway. The soft purr remained from before and might have lulled the kitten back to sleep if not for her racing heart. The silhouette receded, and her door closed quietly.<br /><br />The girl rolled over onto her back, listening to her mother&rsquo;s steps trailing off down the hall. She didn&rsquo;t hazard getting out of bed, unsure if the door might open again at any moment. Her door didn&rsquo;t, but the apartment door did after a few minutes. Hushed voices drifted from down the hall.<br /><br />&ldquo;Val!&rdquo; hissed a voice she couldn&rsquo;t recognize. &ldquo;Not even a robe? What the&hellip;&rdquo;<br /><br />Mama&rsquo;s voice was low but less whispery than his when she laughed and said, &ldquo;Oh, hush and get in here.&rdquo;<br /><br />The apartment door closed with a soft thud and a click that didn&rsquo;t carry down the hall. Indistinct whispers followed the soft crush of paws on carpet, until Melissa clearly heard Mama&rsquo;s bedroom door latch closed. Her heart may have calmed down while waiting, but it was racing once again. Who was here? Why were they in Mama&rsquo;s room? What did it have to do with the weird thing from her nightstand?<br /><br />Time meant nothing. She may have waited ten seconds or ten hours, but eventually she crept softly out of bed and approached her own bedroom door. Soft paw pads slowly turned the knob and eased the door open. She was shaking as she listened for signs they might be coming back out. Hearing nothing but whispered banter, some giggles, and the shuffling of fabric, the calico kitten steeled herself and made her way like a ghost to her usual peering spot.<br /><br />The first thing that hit her was recognition: she knew the owner of the other voice! Inside the bedroom were Mama and her friend Mark. The tall, slender border collie stood between Mama&rsquo;s bed and her vanity. He was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, though the t-shirt was slowly getting pushed up his body by grey fingers that combed through the long white fur of his chest and belly. He ducked to let her pull the shirt over his head and down his arms. Freed from the burden of clothing, his torso was under immediate attack by the woman. Hands roamed over his chest and sides, as Valerie muttered things only he could hear. Her arms encircled the man and she pressed her bare breasts against him, barely reaching the bottom of his ribs. Mama rubbed her cheek on him and stopped with her chin against his chest. She muttered something with eyes that searched like a starving hawk.<br /><br />Mark chuckled and ran a hand down the back of the woman&rsquo;s head, stopping at the base of her skull and tilting her head and upper body back. His lips met hers with a matching hunger, and the kiss lingered for long moments. Their secret voyeur was breathless watching under the door. The kiss was engrossing and only became more so as her mother&rsquo;s paws slipped down to the waistband of the border collie&rsquo;s shorts and shoved them down over his butt.<br /><br />Rather than let gravity do the work, Mama broke from the kiss and descended with the bottoms. Kneeling before the man, she kissed and licked at the area where his privates must be. Melissa almost gasped as she watched her mother&rsquo;s pink tongue slid through the long fur that seemed to conceal a lump or pouch of some kind. Mark looked very different from hers or her mother down there. Above the pouch was a longer, narrower lump thing. The grey cat&rsquo;s tongue combed the fur upward along the length of the whatever it was, all the way to the top of it where a small bit of pinkish red suddenly appeared.<br /><br />Mama flicked her eyes up to Mark&rsquo;s face and kissed the pink bit, then licked it, then suckled on it briefly. All the while, the pink became more and more visible. It was like a balloon inflating and slipping out of the furry lump. Valerie licked her lips and, unknown to her, gave her daughter a first look at a full bare penis. Two grey-furred paws reached up and pulled the furry cover down over the pink thing, revealing something that looked very much like the thing from Mama&rsquo;s nightstand if a bit narrower.<br /><br />As her mother proceeded to repeat the swallowing trick over and over with this strange part of the border collie guest, tiny slivers of understanding started to stick in the kitten&rsquo;s mind. The thing in the drawer was a pretend version of the real thing that was on Mark. That was about as far as she could reason it. <br /><br />The border collie&rsquo;s thing couldn&rsquo;t be his privates, because she knew that she peed from her privates and if he peed from his thing, he&rsquo;d be peeing at the ceiling. Watching Mama suck and lick and take the whole thing in her mouth, Melissa wondered if maybe it was a nipple. Maybe boys just had one and it was so low down on their tummies it was just too difficult to nurse. When Valerie pulled back from the tummy nipple, there was a glistening bead of liquid dripping from the tip and a clear string that hung for a moment between the two adults before breaking. Weird milk but it had to be a nipple.<br /><br />The tummy nipple looked closer to the pretend nipple in the drawer by that point. The bulb near the bottom&mdash;maybe it was where the milk was?&mdash;had started to get bigger. A little whimper came from the man and he muttered something like &ldquo;God, Val&hellip;I need you so bad.&rdquo; <br /><br />Mama licked the tummy nipple again and purred, &ldquo;Same!&rdquo;<br /><br />With that, the woman turned and crawled up onto her bed on all fours. With her feet still dangling over the edge of the mattress, Mama raised up her tail and gave Mark a view of her privates and the ring hanging out of her tailhole. The border collie responded with smile and a strange growl, grasping his tummy nipple in his right paw and rubbing it as he approached the grey feline from behind.<br /><br />The angle was a little challenging for the kitten, but she could kind of see what was happening. The man got right up behind Mama and placed his left paw on her bottom. He rubbed the cat&rsquo;s booty for a moment, then slipped his thumb through the loop on the Christmas tree thing. Tugging it upward, he elicited a gasp from Mama. Then he knelt on one knee and dipped his long muzzle until it bumped the cat&rsquo;s privates. A long pink tongue slipped out of him and dragged slowly up the slit where pee comes from. That seemed kinda gross to the Melissa, but Mama made sounds like it felt really good. Her long grey tail whipped from side to side and she pushed her hips back into the border collie&rsquo;s face.<br /><br />The kitten jumped when she felt a paw she didn&rsquo;t realize she was moving touch herself down there. It felt better than usual but also wetter than usual. Her panties were getting damp with it. Melissa was certain it wasn&rsquo;t pee, but she brought her paw to her nose to check. It didn&rsquo;t smell like pee. Maybe her nerves were making her sweat? Whatever the cause, she let the paw resume its business.<br /><br />Directing her attention back to the room, the calico watched Mark licking her mother&rsquo;s slit like an ice cream cone he didn&rsquo;t want to melt. Melt she did, though. Her tail flicked an arrhythmic windshield wiper beat in the air over her raised rump and her trembling body slumped until her face pressed into the covers and muted her wails. This seemed to just spur the border collie on. His muzzle moved against her privates like he was nibbling at them, broken by jaws opening wide now and then to push his tongue deep into her slit. The elder cat&rsquo;s knees shuddered and slid apart. There was a wet sound as the quivering woman dropped off of the border collie&rsquo;s tongue and splayed out on the bed.<br /><br />Mark gave a soft laugh and licked Valerie from her right butt cheek up to the middle of her back. He rolled her over to face the ceiling and knelt over her on the bed, holding his tummy nipple in his right paw and rubbing the tip with his thumb. Mama panted and shuddered beneath him.<br /><br />Mark asked with a playful grin, &ldquo;I didn&rsquo;t wear you out, did I?&rdquo;<br /><br />It took a moment for Mama to respond. It wasn&rsquo;t words, though. Her paw grabbed the thick ruff of fur around the border collie&rsquo;s neck and pulled him down onto her. The angle was kinda bad, so the kitten couldn&rsquo;t see that they were kissing. The sounds were clear, though. A growl and a giggle preceded a flurry of rustling and the pair rolling over. Straddling the man&rsquo;s belly, Mama struggled to catch her breath and reached behind her to grasp his tummy nipple. It was all stiff and pointing up, seemingly slick with that odd clear stuff. Her paw stroked the pink-red flesh and squeezed it, causing the man to tense up.<br /><br />&ldquo;Oh, my needy puppy&hellip;have I ever let you off that easy?&rdquo; She curled her fingers around the growing bulge at the base of the nipple and continued, &ldquo;We&rsquo;re not done until I&rsquo;ve milked this cock dry and you beg me to stop.&rdquo;<br /><br />Cock? Was that what the tummy nipple was called? Now Melissa was even more convinced that it had to be a nipple. Mama said she was going to milk it! The calico kitten continued rubbing her crotch aimlessly while she wondered what cock milk tasted like. Was it good in cereal? Could you make hot cocoa with it? If it didn&rsquo;t feel so naughty to peek and hear these things, she&rsquo;d ask her mom all these questions and more.<br /><br />Back on the bed, Mark&rsquo;s tail was wagging beneath him, swishing across the bedding. Melissa couldn&rsquo;t see his face, but he sounded like he was smiling when he responded that his &ldquo;horny cat&rdquo; should get to work then. That was another confusing phrase. Why horny? Mama didn&rsquo;t have horns. Rita, one of the girl&rsquo;s regular babysitters, was a pronghorn: she had horns. Mister Stone, the teacher at her swim classes, was a mountain goat: he had really big horns. Horny cat&hellip;what a silly dog.<br /><br />The kitten shook her head and watched, curious how a tummy nipple might be milked, as Valerie Jones happily went to work. She raised up on her knees, scooted back slightly, and slowly sank back down. Mark&rsquo;s tummy nipple&hellip;cock&hellip;disappeared into Mama&rsquo;s privates centimeter by throbbing centimeter. To say Melissa was baffled by the sight would be an understatement and a half. But that familiar heat rose into her ears as she watched the cock stretch her mother&rsquo;s slit. A ticklish feeling like butterflies in her stomach made the girl shiver, and a new heat built in her little mound. The fumbling paw was starting to feel nice. Trying something different, she slipped her paw under the waistband of her panties.<br /><br />The pads of her fingers met the hot wet flesh of her own delicate lips at the same time she watched her mother sit hard on the border collie&rsquo;s cock. Her whole body tensed and twitched in time with Mama&rsquo;s body doing the same. Valerie&rsquo;s moan was just loud enough to drown out the mewl that escaped her daughter&rsquo;s mouth. In further symmetry, the girl clamped her free hand over her muzzle just as Mark placed his hand over her mom&rsquo;s.<br /><br />Slowly, Melissa resumed her simple rubbing motions, and Valerie grasped Mark&rsquo;s wrist with one paw and started licking and nibbling the pads of his palm and fingers. The woman&rsquo;s rump rose and fell, withdrawing up the cock&rsquo;s length and slamming back down with a forward roll of her hips. The &ldquo;knot&rdquo; at the base of that odd cock nipple thing was growing with the motion and soon made wet sucking sounds with each withdrawal. Mama&rsquo;s speed was picking up and Melissa&rsquo;s paw followed suit. After a moment, Mark&rsquo;s other paw appeared briefly above his tummy before vanishing between Valerie&rsquo;s legs. The kitten didn&rsquo;t know for certain, but she thought he might be doing the same thing she was: rubbing the wet folds of a feline&rsquo;s privates.<br /><br />Mama&rsquo;s rhythm started wavering. Her movements got all jerky. Then, with one final press downward, she started flinching and spasming. The older cat moaned hard into Mark&rsquo;s hand, and her body slumped forward until she lay on his tummy and chest. His tummy nipple was deep inside her still, the bulb now so big that it was stuck. The pressure of it pulled at and stretched Mama&rsquo;s privates so much. The kitten could faintly see a twitching from the base of the cock, and Mark&rsquo;s furry pouch that hung below grew tight and close to his body. Squeaks and whimpers came from both of the adults, keeping them from hearing as the girl huffed and chirped through a strange new sensation that made her feel all hot and cold and hard and soft and sizzly like frying bacon.<br /><br />She wound down sooner than them and pulled her paw back out of her panties. The fur and pads were soaked with that earthy not-pee. She carefully, shakily got to her feet and snuck to the kitchen to wash her paws as quietly as she could. Luck was on her side and Mama&rsquo;s bedroom door stayed closed. Feeling strangely thirsty, Melissa remained on the footstool she used to help Mama wash dishes and filled a small cup with water. Satisfied and a little sleepy, she went back and checked under the door one last time. Mama had settled down and was kissing Mark&rsquo;s chest and hugging him tight. After a few more moments passed, the milk bulge had drained enough that it finally succumbed to the pull of Valerie&rsquo;s position and popped out, along with the rest of the cock nipple. White splurted and dribbled out of Mama&rsquo;s privates. So that was the milk!<br /><br />With that curiosity sated, the little kitten slipped back to her room. She gently closed her door so not to make a sound and crawled back into bed. As fast as her mind was going, she still fell quickly asleep.<br /><br />- - - - -<br /><br />The weeks went by with some repetition of Mama playing with her privates or having Mark over or simply sleeping. The calico still made it a habit to sneak a peek every night. Then, late in the fall of her fifth year, Melissa&rsquo;s mother picked her up from after school care with banter about how the new experience of kindergarten was going. The girl went on and on as usual about other kids in class and what the teacher was like. She still felt awkward there but was growing to like some parts. Friends hadn&rsquo;t been made yet, but neither had enemies. They switched buses at a different stop than usual, and the kitten asked her mother where they were going.<br /><br />&ldquo;We&rsquo;re going to visit Aunty Sarah,&rdquo; the woman said with a strange look in her eye. &ldquo;She has a surprise.&rdquo;<br /><br />The kitten was over the moon. A surprise! The whole way there, she pestered her mama for details, but the grey cat just laughed.<br /><br />Melissa hadn&rsquo;t been to Sarah&rsquo;s apartment before. It was halfway across town from theirs. When they arrived at the entrance and buzzed in, she was momentarily lost in the different yet similar smells. They took an old elevator up to a narrow hallway and stopped at a door marked 423. Beyond the chipped blue paint of the door, there was a clatter of motion and a hushed, panting voice.<br /><br />&ldquo;Just chill out, they&rsquo;re coming in and you need to be calm.&rdquo;<br /><br />The door creaked open slowly, exposing part of Aunty Sarah&rsquo;s face. The coati looked mildly exasperated but happy to see her friend and the little calico. Down by her hip, her paw struggled to control an exuberant golden retriever dog. Melissa didn&rsquo;t see many four-legged pets, so she was immediately enraptured.<br /><br />&ldquo;Pumpkin, chill!&rdquo; Sarah grimaced apologetically. &ldquo;C&rsquo;mon in guys. Don&rsquo;t mind him. He&rsquo;s just excited about company&hellip;and life&hellip;and just sort of existing. He&rsquo;ll calm down in a bit. Don&rsquo;t let him jump on you, little bit. He&rsquo;s twice your size and will knock you right to the ground.&rdquo;<br /><br />Melissa stared at the boisterous dog, her mismatched eyes wide, and asked, &ldquo;How do I stop him? He&rsquo;s so big!&rdquo;<br /><br />The coati smiled and said, &ldquo;If he jumps up, wait until just as his paws are about to touch you and turn to the side and tell him &lsquo;no&rsquo;. His paws&rsquo;ll hit while you&rsquo;re turning and he&rsquo;ll slip right off. Sometimes takes the dummy a couple of tries, but he gets the message.&rdquo;<br /><br />It didn&rsquo;t take long for the kitten to have her first chance to try this technique out. The pair had hardly gotten into the apartment before Pumpkin&rsquo;s shaggy gold bulk popped up to place his paws on her shoulders and lick her face in greeting. Though her timing was a little slow and she struggled to say &ldquo;no&rdquo; through her giggles, she successfully warded off the attempt. Something familiar briefly caught her eye, but the three people and dog whisked into the coati&rsquo;s living room before she could confirm it.<br /><br />&ldquo;It sucks that you&rsquo;re moving so far away, girl,&rdquo; Mama said to Sarah as they all found places to sit.<br /><br />A dog toy squeaked under Sarah&rsquo;s wide butt as she plopped down on her recliner, and she tossed it to Pumpkin as she replied, &ldquo;I know, hon. I&rsquo;m sure I&rsquo;ll visit the city from time to time. I still got some sorority sisters in town that I&rsquo;ll be getting together with on occasion. But the new job pays real well, and my old man ain&rsquo;t doing great.&rdquo; She paused for a shrug and ruffled the dog&rsquo;s ears before throwing the toy for him again. &ldquo;Goin&rsquo; back to Utah ain&rsquo;t my idea of a good time, but what can an only child do?&rdquo;<br /><br />Pumpkin skittered through the living room and grabbed the squeaky, loping over to Melissa and laying his large head in her lap. She gingerly took the toy, which was already saturated with dog spit, and gave it a weak toss with a slightly disgusted look on her face.<br /><br />The adults carried on talking about life and grownup problems that Melissa didn&rsquo;t understand at really care much about. Bits and pieces of conversation drifted through her consciousness, but she was already bored. She only interrupted once, when she could feel herself fidgeting too much for her own comfort.<br /><br />&ldquo;Is it okay if I play with Pumpy?&rdquo;<br /><br />Her mom snickered at the diminutive, the accuracy of which the child couldn&rsquo;t conceive, and Sarah full-on laughed.<br /><br />&ldquo;Sure thing, little bit,&rdquo; the coati assured her. &ldquo;I doubt you can get too rough with him, but don&rsquo;t let him get too rough with you. I&rsquo;d like to see how well y&rsquo;all get along anyway.&rdquo;<br /><br />The kitten hopped down and padded over to the open space between the coffee table and the wall where the tv hung. The retriever recognized the universal signal of playtime and bounded over with his squeaky in his mouth. He dropped his front half down in the classic doggie play-stance with the squeaky in front of his nose between his splayed front paws. Behind him, his tail sawed back and forth over his backside. The kitten was too focused on his big brown eyes, the pink tongue hanging out of his panting jaws, and the gleaming white teeth to notice Mama&rsquo;s gaze linger for a moment on something below the dog&rsquo;s wagging tail.<br /><br />&ldquo;I think she&rsquo;ll get along nicely with him,&rdquo; Mama said, as the girl reached for the toy and Pumpkin grabbed the other end to initiate a gentle game of tug. &ldquo;I know I would. Looks like he&rsquo;s got a good soft mouth. Denise&rsquo;s Rottweiler almost yanked my arm out of the socket when I tried playing tug with him once.&rdquo;<br /><br />The coati snorted. &ldquo;Denise is great to hang out with and a real sweet gal, but she hasn&rsquo;t trained that rottie worth a damn.&rdquo; She winced at the accidental swear, but the kitten didn&rsquo;t seem to notice. &ldquo;Pumpkin&rsquo;s breed is all about gentleness, so it&rsquo;s been pretty easy. But you still have to put the effort in to set guidelines and let them know how to act around other folks. This big dork is still only two, so his excitement gets the better of him sometimes. Aside from the jumping and the occasional breakout into the halls, he&rsquo;s a real good boy. Most of that will probably tone down in a year or so.&rdquo;<br /><br />The calico continued to tug with the delighted pup, half-listening to the conversation. Partway through their game, the big happy retriever flopped onto his back to let his front paws fumble at the squeaky as they played. A light pull plucked the toy from Melissa&rsquo;s grasp. While the beast twisted on his back, bobbling the toy in the air, she got another glimpse of his belly and saw that she had indeed seen what she thought she had. Pumpkin had a fuzzy pouch like Mark&rsquo;s and tummy nipple hiding in a little furry pocket, too. It was an opportunity for an unfiltered mind to get an answer to something she still wasn&rsquo;t really sure about.<br /><br />&ldquo;What&rsquo;s that?&rdquo;<br /><br />The ladies turned away from their chatter about Denise and her problems with responsibility. The kitten was pointing squarely at the retriever&rsquo;s sheath.<br /><br />&ldquo;Ah!&rdquo; Sarah said with a cough. &ldquo;Um&hellip;wanna field that one, mama?&rdquo;<br /><br />Melissa&rsquo;s mismatched eyes turned to her mother, as the woman leaned forward and rested her elbows on her knees. The response seemed to take forever as the woman searched for what to say.<br /><br />With a soft smile, she finally answered, &ldquo;That&rsquo;s his privates, sweetheart. That part is called a sheath. It&rsquo;s where his penis is.&rdquo;<br /><br />The girl stared at the sheath. All the reasoning she had done a while back fell apart and she was back to being fully confused. It was weird enough that Mama was putting milk in her privates, but why on earth would she put a boy&rsquo;s privates in hers&hellip;other than it seeming to feel really good.<br /><br />Mama caught the growing confusion on her kitten&rsquo;s face and asked, &ldquo;What&rsquo;s up, kiddo?&rdquo;<br /><br />The girl almost asked something that would have given her peeping away, but saved it at the last second.<br /><br />&ldquo;What&rsquo;s a penis?&rdquo;<br /><br />The grey cat blinked in response, suddenly very aware that a conversation she had been happily avoiding had suddenly smack dab in the middle of her lap. She sat back and thought for a moment.<br /><br />&ldquo;Need a hand?&rdquo; asked the snickering coati.<br /><br />&ldquo;No,&rdquo; Valerie moaned, &ldquo;I got this. It was bound to come up eventually.&rdquo;<br /><br />Mama patted her lap as a signal to Melissa to hop up, which the girl did happily. Leaning back against the couch cushion, she sighed.<br /><br />&ldquo;We haven&rsquo;t had a talk about it before, other than mentioning that boys can be kinda dumb and girls can be kinda mean, but boys and girls are different.&rdquo;<br /><br />The girl glanced between Mama&rsquo;s face and the dog rolling around on the floor, then turned back and tilted her head. Val plowed ahead.<br /><br />&ldquo;So, you know how your privates are. Girl&rsquo;s are almost all like that, with little differences from one kind of animal to the next and from one girl to the next. Girls&rsquo; have something called a &lsquo;vagina&rsquo; that goes inside us, right next to where we pee from, &lsquo;kay?&rdquo; <br /><br />&ldquo;Uh huh?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;And boys&rsquo; privates are all on the outside of their bodies, though some boys&rsquo; penises are hidden away. It&rsquo;s where they pee from.&rdquo;<br /><br />The girl glanced back at the dog, but she wasn&rsquo;t seeing him. She was seeing Mark, penis sticking out from his fluffy white belly, Mama sucking on it, Mama sticking it inside her privates&hellip;her pachina?&hellip; the white dribble. She got an answer, and it just made things more confusing.<br /><br />&ldquo;Do,&rdquo; she stammered, hardly thinking before speaking, &ldquo;do boys pee like we do?&rdquo;<br /><br />Mama laughed. &ldquo;They can stand to do it, but that&rsquo;s the only difference.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;But their pee is the same as ours?&rdquo;<br /><br />Grey-furred fingers ruffled the fur between her ears, and Mama assured her it was the same. Off to the side, Sarah had a strange look on her face. Her brow was furrowed like something was bothering her.<br /><br />&ldquo;Hey, little bit, you wanna help me grab some drinks for us?&rdquo;<br /><br />The girl perked, excited to be helpful. She nodded and hopped off her mom&rsquo;s lap. As the pair turned from the room, the coati suggested that Valerie play with Pumpkin a bit and see how they got along when he&rsquo;s not jumping all over her. In the kitchen, which was a separate room from the living room, Sarah busied herself grabbing some beverages.<br /><br />Without looking at Melissa, she said in a low voice, &ldquo;Kiddo, those were some interesting questions you had there. What got &lsquo;em stuck in your head? Something on your mind?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t know,&rdquo; the kitten deflected. &ldquo;I just saw his thing and was curious.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Hmm. Here, little bit, hold these for me.&rdquo;<br /><br />Two plastic bottles of sparkling water landed in the calico&rsquo;s paws.<br /><br />Sarah continued casually, &ldquo;You don&rsquo;t gotta worry about it. Curiosity is normal. Some of it though sounded like you&rsquo;d seen something that bothered you.&rdquo;<br /><br />Tiny footpaws twisted slightly against the ugly linoleum flooring.<br /><br />The coati took a bottle of beer from the fridge for herself and closed the door, still crouched down. She twisted the metal cap off and took a sip. Her eyes looked worried, and her mouth was set like she was trying to walk on a balance beam.<br /><br />&ldquo;Is it something you&rsquo;re worried will get you in trouble?&rdquo; <br /><br />Her voice was kind: so soft and quiet. The kitten didn&rsquo;t feel like she could say, but she also couldn&rsquo;t treat Aunty Sarah like an enemy. She nodded so quick it was almost unnoticeable. Another sip of the beer and the coati came to a decision. She plopped her butt on the floor and held her bottle up.<br /><br />&ldquo;Tell you what, Melissa, you know this is a grownup drink, right?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Uh huh.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;And you have a secret you&rsquo;re afraid to let go of, yeah?&rdquo;<br /><br />A nod.<br /><br />&ldquo;Alrighty, so&hellip;how about we make a promise? I&rsquo;ll let you have a little taste of this,&rdquo; she swirled the bottle, &ldquo;and then I can&rsquo;t tell anyone about your secret if you tell it to me.&rdquo;<br /><br />The kitten&rsquo;s head tilted to the side and she said, &ldquo;huh?&rdquo;<br /><br />Sarah held her gaze.<br /><br />&ldquo;No grownup is supposed to give a kid that isn&rsquo;t theirs even a little taste of this stuff. If we do, we can get into big trouble&hellip;police trouble. So, if I let you taste it, you can tell on me and make things real bad for me. That&rsquo;ll be our promise: you can tell me your secret and I can&rsquo;t even tell your mama without you being able to get me in big trouble. Sound like a deal?&rdquo;<br /><br />Melissa shuffled and said, &ldquo;Do you really promise?&rdquo;<br /><br />Making the motion called out by her own words, Sarah replied, &ldquo;Cross my heart, little bit.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Okay. It&rsquo;s a promise.&rdquo;<br /><br />The woman handed the girl her bottle, and two bottles of sparkling water got placed on the floor. The kitten tipped the beer without sniffing it first. Even with just a little sip, she passed the bottle back immediately and grimaced. It was so gross! Why would adults drink that stuff?<br /><br />Sarah chuckled and patted the girl&rsquo;s head.<br /><br />&ldquo;Have a sip of that water, little bit. It&rsquo;s blackberry flavored and should get the beer taste out. Anyway, a promise it is. What&rsquo;s on your mind?&rdquo;<br /><br />After taking a generous swig of sparkling water, Melissa leaned in and whispered about her peeping. She told about the sounds she heard and the things she saw. She talked about Mama&rsquo;s lonely play times. She talked about the times the border collie had come over and what she had seen then. She did not mention the touching she had done. That felt too precious to give up. When she finished, she felt like a hundred pounds had fallen off her shoulders.<br /><br />&ldquo;Wow!&rdquo; The coati took a long drink and continued, &ldquo;I can sure see why you were confused and afraid. Secret for secret, though? I peeped on my folks a time or two when I was little. It can feel very scary and naughty.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Really?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Oh, yeah! Don&rsquo;t worry about it. You ain&rsquo;t hurt no one.&rdquo; She booped the kitten on the nose with a smile. &ldquo;Your mama was barely ready to tell you what a penis was, so I bet she&rsquo;s not ready to talk about the things you&rsquo;ve seen. Time&rsquo;ll come when she will and then you&rsquo;ll understand. It&rsquo;s not my place to tell all about it, though. Let&rsquo;s just say that she&rsquo;s been doing grownup things and leave it at that.&rdquo;<br /><br />The kitten nodded, and the pair walked back into the living room. Mama was sitting on her knees on the floor with Pumpkin&rsquo;s head in her lap, scratching behind the happy dog&rsquo;s ears. His tail thumped on the ground as the coati and kitten padded in. She thanked them both for the sparkling water and eased out from under the retriever.<br /><br />Once she was sitting back on the couch, she said, &ldquo;You&rsquo;re right about him being a good boy, Sarah. You spent so much effort training him. Are you really sure you want to do this?&rdquo;<br /><br />The coati sighed and nodded.<br /><br />&ldquo;He&rsquo;s my buddy, but Daddy&rsquo;s really not a fan of dogs. His place is right small, too. Wouldn&rsquo;t be fair to Pumpkin. He&rsquo;s used to being active and loved. I&rsquo;ll be so busy, I won&rsquo;t be able to give him the attention he needs.&rdquo; She artfully paused before attention, locking eyes with the grey cat.<br /><br />&ldquo;Oh no,&rdquo; Melissa said sadly catching on to the major point and missing, thankfully, any minor one, &ldquo;you gotta leave him behind?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Yep. Been talking to folks and trying to find him a good home before I leave.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;That&rsquo;s so sad!&rdquo;<br /><br />The coati winked at her and said, &ldquo;It&rsquo;s okay, little bit, I think I&rsquo;ve found folks who&rsquo;ll be a good family for him.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Really? That&rsquo;s good. I wish I could still see him, though. He&rsquo;s nice!&rdquo;<br /><br />Mama smiled down at her and said, &ldquo;That won&rsquo;t be a problem, baby. Pumpkin&rsquo;s going to come and live with us.&rdquo;<br /><br />Melissa almost dropped her water. She looked at her mama, at Sarah, at Pumpkin, and finally back at her mother. Her eyes were so wide it looked like they could roll right out of her head. Fifteen different emotions fought on the kitten&rsquo;s face, but joy and disbelief won the day.<br /><br />&ldquo;Really? We&rsquo;re gonna have a puppy? Pumpy&rsquo;s gonna live with us??&rdquo;<br /><br />Her mama wrapped the vibrating calico in a great big hug and wiped the happy tears away.<br /><br />&ldquo;That&rsquo;s right, little bit!&rdquo; The coati was smiling softly, happy to see how well that part would go. &ldquo;But he&rsquo;s gonna stay with me for another couple weeks. I still have to get stuff ready and make sure he has his shots and whatnot up to date. Also,&rdquo; though her eyes turned to Valerie, she continued talking to the calico, &ldquo;I need my buddy with me right up until I leave.&rdquo;<br /><br />The trio sat and talked for a while, until Mama noticed the time. She and Melissa took their leave and stopped for dinner on the way home. Over dinner, Valerie talked to her daughter about things they needed to do to get ready before their new family members came home. The next couple weeks were a blur of activity and anticipation.<br /><br />Aunty Sarah came by with Pumpkin on a Friday afternoon. She looked over the arrangements the Joneses had made, including a special faux grass potty mat out on the balcony. She hugged the two cats and thanked them for taking Pumpkin in. The coati was happy he could go to someone she loved and trusted. Mama wished her the best and they promised to keep in touch. Sarah gave an extra long hug to the retriever and bid him stay and be good for the cats. She&rsquo;d have several good cries on her way west. Over the next few days, the dog went through a brief bout of depression at the absence of his prior owner. He had toys, comfort, and love enough to lessen the sense of loss, and soon was just as joyfully exuberant as ever.<br /><br />Melissa had been so worn out by all the activity that she hadn&rsquo;t peeped on Mama in the night since the announcement that the dog would come live with them. So, when the calico awoke to faint sounds like those she&rsquo;d become accustomed to during Mark&rsquo;s midnight visits, the thrill felt almost new again. She slunk ever so quietly to Mama&rsquo;s door, especially careful not to alert Pumpy. The retriever slept in Mama&rsquo;s room, since she was the one who could reliably wake up and let him out in the night. As the kitten approached the door, the rustling of fur on fur and soft whaps of bodies pounding together was already filling her ears.<br /><br />&ldquo;Oh my god,&rdquo; she heard Mama whisper-gasp. &ldquo;Yes! Use me, big guy. That&rsquo;s a good boy!&rdquo;<br /><br />Melissa had heard stuff like that other times when the border collie had visited in the night. She eased herself down slowly, closed her ice blue left eye, and leveled her green right eye at the crack at the bottom of the door. The girl gasped loud, too loud, and clapped her left paw over her mouth. There was, however, no risk of her mother hearing her.<br /><br />Valerie Jones was on all fours on the carpeted floor, wearing nothing as usual. Her head hung down, and she was trying desperately to push her butt back against the shape that heaved and thrusted over her rear end. Long, golden fur waved and flapped in time with the frantic panting and grunting of their new dog. Pumpy was hammering away, harder and faster than Mark ever had. Mama grunted, mewled, and whimpered beneath him, with liberal naughty words whispered in between. Her arms went weak and her chest sank to the floor. The slight view of her face, lying with her cheek to the carpet, showed a mouth slack with pleasure and a glimmer of white where her eyes rolled back. The kitten was not surprised to find her own left paw already buried in her panties, rubbing her little mound.<br /><br />In just a few moments, Pumpy stopped thrusting and went still. His body shook with his heavy panting. Melissa, through a haze of sensations and shock, could just make out the twitching of the dog&rsquo;s butthole under his tail. She felt a soft whimper escape her as her hips bucked under her paw. The dog shifted and moved to the side, lifting one leg up and over Mama&rsquo;s booty. It looked like he was about to walk away, but he stopped. Valerie squealed as her butt was tugged along behind the dog. She gasped &ldquo;Stay! Stay!&rdquo; to the beast. He obeyed and stood there, still panting like crazy. The look on his face was sleepy and happy. Then, his eyes locked on hers. His long fluffy tail wagged suddenly, eliciting another gasp from the grey cat. The kitten saw that it was time to stop and quickly moved back to her bedroom.<br /><br />Under the covers, the girl resumed feeling herself amid her rapid breathing. The funny butterflies feeling came on harder than ever and she almost cried out. Throwing her pillow over her face drowned out whatever her mother might have otherwise been able to hear. When she finished trembling, Melissa licked her paw clean and fell hard asleep.<br /><br />- - - - -<br /><br />More than ever, the calico was addicted to peeking. She would listen from her door for sounds of things happening in Mama&rsquo;s room. A couple of times it was just Mama letting the dog out onto the balcony to use the potty mat. Many other times, though, it was more of that grownup stuff: Mama playing alone, Mark come to visit, Mama and Pumpy doing stuff. All the while, the kitten wanted to know what Mama was doing, why, and whether she would teach the little curious calico about any of it.<br /><br />It was early December when the tipping point came. That night, as the two cats were finishing a snowy walk with Pumpkin, the girl decided that something had to change or she would burst from the desperate curiosity. They passed Mark in the vestibule as he was on his way out for an evening run. Melissa was jealous of his thick fur. Even in winter, he only wore a thin t-shirt, a pair of shorts, and his running shoes.<br /><br />&ldquo;Hey! How&rsquo;s it going girls?&rdquo; the border collie barked in greeting.<br /><br />Pumpkin jumped up and put his wet paws on the man&rsquo;s chest. Mark just laughed.<br /><br />&ldquo;And Pumpkin, too! Hey, buddy.&rdquo;<br /><br />The paw prints on his shirt brought to Melissa&rsquo;s mind a vision of Mark on his back with her mother&rsquo;s paws braced on his chest, fingers threaded in the thick white fur as she rode his penis in the dark. The heat rose in the kitten&rsquo;s ears, and the skin inside flushed deep crimson. For a moment, it was like the slender border collie was standing nude before them. She could see the shape of his muscles moving beneath the fur, the slight concave curve from the bottom of his chest to his abs, the hint of the shape of his penis within his sheath, a small point of pink protruding from the ring of bare black skin at the opening, one glistening bead of clear liquid forming at the tip and slowly sliding down to meet his sheath. The girl swallowed hard and must have seemed like she was just staring into space. Mark startled her a little when he knelt down in front of her.<br /><br />He reached his warm paws up and gently cupped her ears, saying, &ldquo;Didya get a little too cold out there, Missa? Your ears are all red.&rdquo;<br /><br />That nickname that only he used, the soft touch of his paw pads on her ears, and the deep brown eyes looking into hers with affection and concern started a hefty purr rolling in her tiny chest. She leaned her head into the touch, closing her eyes.<br /><br />&ldquo;Maybe a little,&rdquo; she trilled in reply.<br /><br />The truth was, she felt so hot. It was almost overwhelming. Inside her big, puffy coat felt like an oven. Inside her leggings was worse. The wetness that only ever came when watching under Mama&rsquo;s door appeared suddenly, right there in the marble-floored anteroom where mailboxes and buzzers decorated the walls. Her knees wobbled a little.<br /><br />&ldquo;Oop!&rdquo; Mark said, scooping her up in his thin, strong arms. &ldquo;Yeah, let&rsquo;s help you guys back up to your place.&rdquo;<br /><br />The trio and Pumpkin headed to the elevators and rode up to the eighth floor. Mama unlocked the door and coaxed Pumpkin in. Mark carried Melissa in and helped her shake off her insulated boots. Plopping the girl on the kitchen counter, he helped her out of her coat. His gentle paws accidentally grazed her arms and neck, sending shivers down her spine. He traded off with Mama, crouching to towel off the soggy dog while Valerie busied herself making a two mugs of cocoa.<br /><br />&ldquo;Doesn&rsquo;t Mark get cocoa too?&rdquo; the kitten stuttered.<br /><br />Mama smiled and cocked a questioning eyebrow at the man. He chuckled and set the dog loose to go flop onto his bed in the living room. Striding over to wash his paws at the kitchen sink, the border collie smoothly eased around Valerie with a soft touch on her backside that neither of the adults thought the girl would notice.<br /><br />Drying off, he looked from cat to cat and said, &ldquo;What the heck, sure. I&rsquo;ve got time, if you got enough cocoa to go around.&rdquo;<br /><br />After some conversation over mugs, the border collie drained his cup and said he had to go get his run in before it got too late and the weather turned. Left alone in the kitchen, the two cats continued chatting about nothing over the golden retriever snores that drifted from the living room. Melissa cradled her mug in both paws, still sitting on the counter, and stared at the dark brown dregs at the bottom. Her eyes flicked down to the small dark spot on the crotch of her leggings that told on her feelings.<br /><br />Her eyes locked back on the cocoa when her mouth opened to haltingly say, &ldquo;Mama?&rdquo;<br /><br />Valerie cocked her head with slight concern at the girl&rsquo;s tone and replied, &ldquo;What&rsquo;s up, baby?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;I wanna ask something, but I have to tell something first and&hellip;I&rsquo;m scared you&rsquo;ll be mad at me.&rdquo;<br /><br />Mama took Melissa&rsquo;s cup gently and set it with hers in the sink. Turning back, she wrapped the girl in a soft, motherly embrace.<br /><br />&ldquo;Baby,&rdquo; she whispered to her kitten&rsquo;s ear, &ldquo;I never want you to be afraid to talk to me. Okay? There&rsquo;s nothing you can tell me that will make me so angry that you should be scared.&rdquo;<br /><br />The calico returned the hug and, on the verge of tears, mumbled into the fur of Mama&rsquo;s neck, &ldquo;There might be.&rdquo;<br /><br />Pulling back, the grey cat cupped Melissa&rsquo;s face in her paws and held pale blue and green eyes with her deep green ones.<br /><br />&ldquo;Melissa, I promise you, you will not be in trouble. Even if it is something really, really bad, we&rsquo;ll work together to make it right. Okay?&rdquo;<br /><br />The kitten sniffed and nodded. It was now or never.<br /><br />&ldquo;Some nights, when you think I&rsquo;m asleep, I get up.&rdquo;<br /><br />Mama laughed, such a bright, happy laugh. &ldquo;Is that all, honey? That&rsquo;s nothing to be&mdash;&rdquo; the frantic shake of the girl&rsquo;s head cut her off.<br /><br />&ldquo;Uh uh&hellip;I&hellip;the first time it was just because I needed to go potty, but I heard something in your room,&rdquo; the floodgates slammed open and there was no stopping, &ldquo;and I was curious and I listened at the door and it sounded like voices. I though it was tv or videos on your phone and I got curious and peeked under the door and it was your phone but you were naked and you started touching your boobies and then you touched your privates and it was weird and confusing but I couldn&rsquo;t stop watching. And then I started to peep any time I woke up at night and I saw you with the things in your nightstand and I saw you with Mark a few times and then we got Pumpy and I was tired and didn&rsquo;t peep but then I did wake up and peep again and I saw you some more and I saw you and Mark some more and&hellip;and I saw you and Pumpy and&hellip;&rdquo; her breathing was getting ragged from spilling so much without taking many breaths. The panting built with her fear and guilt into what she didn&rsquo;t know was a panic attack.<br /><br />Mama&rsquo;s ears were cocked backward, but the expression on her face was a mix of her own guilt and a deep, deep worry for her baby. Grey-furred thumbs wiped away the tears that were soaking the kitten&rsquo;s cheeks, and she shushed the girl. Valerie picked up her daughter and held her tight.<br /><br />&ldquo;Shh, baby. It&rsquo;s okay. It&rsquo;s all right.&rdquo;<br /><br />Rocked in her mother&rsquo;s arms, Melissa pressed her face into the bosom that nursed her and sobbed with months of anxiety and remorse. All Val could do was rub the calico&rsquo;s back and rock her until the storm blew over. She carried Melissa into her bedroom and sat on the foot of her bed, still rocking. After long minutes, the girl calmed. Valerie tilted her daughter&rsquo;s head back and held her gaze for a moment. She smoothed the patches of orange and grey fur on Melissa&rsquo;s cheeks and stroked her head.<br /><br />&ldquo;There, there, baby. I&rsquo;ve got you. I&rsquo;m not mad. You&rsquo;re not in trouble. You didn&rsquo;t do anything wrong.&rdquo;<br /><br />The corners of the kitten&rsquo;s mouth pulled down with lingering emotion as she asked, &ldquo;Really?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Oh, honey&hellip;you are my precious, precious baby. I could never be angry with you for being curious. I did the same thing when I was little, and&hellip;shit, sweetie&hellip;I should have thought about that and done more to protect you from it.&rdquo;<br /><br />The girl sat back with mouth agape. &ldquo;Mama you said a bad word!&rdquo;<br /><br />The grey cat laughed and booped the girl&rsquo;s little pink nose. <br /><br />&ldquo;Kiddo, there aren&rsquo;t bad words in this apartment anymore. I don&rsquo;t have the right to hold that over you. The things you&rsquo;ve seen me do&hellip;they aren&rsquo;t bad, but you shouldn&rsquo;t have had to see them at your age&hellip;any age. I&rsquo;m so sorry.&rdquo;<br /><br />Melissa shook her head and said, &ldquo;No, Mama. Don&rsquo;t be sorry! You are a grownup, and grownups do grownup things. If I didn&rsquo;t do nothing bad seeing it, you didn&rsquo;t do nothing bad doing it!&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;That&rsquo;s really sweet, baby.&rdquo; She gave the girl a kiss on the forehead. &ldquo;Was that all you needed to tell me?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Yeah,&rdquo; Melissa said with a little nod, &ldquo;but I wanted to ask something too.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;That&rsquo;s right. What was it?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Does it really feel good?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;What&rsquo;s that, kiddo?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;The grownup things. Like, when you put things in your mouth or,&rdquo; she leaned in, dropping to a whisper, &ldquo;or when things touch and go inside your pachina.&rdquo;<br /><br />Mama was fully speechless for a moment. Her eyes darted between Melissa&rsquo;s, as her mind desperately tried to figure out what to say. The expression on the girl&rsquo;s face was earnest curiosity, but there was a familiar hunger beneath it. With a huge sigh, Valerie took the only step she could see ahead of her&hellip;right off a proverbial ledge.<br /><br />&ldquo;It does, baby. It feels so good.&rdquo;<br /><br />Melissa brightened and asked, &ldquo;Can you teach me how to make myself feel good? My paw sorta started rubbing my privates one time when I was watching you and Mark, and it felt good but weird and I don&rsquo;t think I did it right. But I wasn&rsquo;t really trying to and I wanna feel good too.&rdquo;<br /><br />Already in free fall, what remained of inhibition for the woman flew away in tatters. She lifted Melissa off her lap and sat the kitten on the foot of the bed next to her. Her tongue slid across her lips and her ears perked up.<br /><br />&ldquo;Maybe, but these are grownup things. Kittens aren&rsquo;t supposed to even know about them, much less do them.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;I know,&rdquo; Melissa said with a droop of her ears.<br /><br />&ldquo;But,&rdquo; Mama continued, &ldquo;if you promise to not tell anyone, even your friends at school, I can teach you all kinds of things.&rdquo;<br /><br />With promises made and eyes dried, the cats set about on the journey of exploration. Mama stripped them both and laid down on the covers with Melissa. She talked about how touching all over the body could feel good. Tracing the edges of each patch of color on the kitten&rsquo;s body, she slowly taught how a the touch of a soft paw pad or a gentle claw could send tingles all over. She showed how to lick a paw to get the pads slick and wet before touching a nipple or the delicate lips between the legs. It was the first Melissa heard the word for paws touching privates: masturbating.<br /><br />After several minutes of playing with themselves, the kitten said, &ldquo;Mama, it feels like butterflies in my tummy again!&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;That means you&rsquo;re about to cum&hellip;er&hellip;about to have something called an &lsquo;orgasm&rsquo;, Melissa,&rdquo; the breathless cat said. &ldquo;Again, though?&rdquo;<br /><br />Panting, she replied over the sounds of fingers on wet flesh, &ldquo;Uh huh&hellip;mmm&hellip;when&hellip;ah!&hellip;when my paw touched down there when I saw Mark&rsquo;s penis insAY!&hellip;nff mmm&hellip;inside your pachina and also when Pump&hellip;ah&hellip;ohhh&hellip;Pumpy was on top of you.&rdquo;<br /><br />The woman could tell how close her daughter was and would be lying if she said she wasn&rsquo;t right there with her.<br /><br />&ldquo;Melissa, baby,&rdquo; she gasped, &ldquo;I&rsquo;m close too. Talk about it more. Tell me what you felt and thought when you saw Mark inside me.&rdquo;<br /><br />The girl obliged, &ldquo;I didn&rsquo;t know what you were doing. I thought his penis was,&rdquo; a full-body shudder interrupted her, &ldquo;like a nipple and it got all big inside you&hellip;hah nnn&hellip;and it was stuck and twitching&hellip;AH! Mama&hellip;I think you were having an orgasm&hellip;nnf huh&hellip;and then his penis was twitchiiiing&hellip;hff&hellip;and when it popped out, there was white stuff coming out&hellip;out&hellip;mmmmmf&hellip;out of your&mdash;&ldquo;<br /><br />Words failed as the kitten&rsquo;s back arched hard. Her chest and tummy tried to take flight at the same time that her shoulders and feet tried desperately to&nbsp;&nbsp;drive through the bed into the floor. She trembled in that pose for a moment, squeaking and mewling, before slumping back onto the covers and panting. Valerie&rsquo;s climax crashed into her at the same time, spurred by the girl&rsquo;s words and the tiny writhing body beside her.<br /><br />Once she had her breath back, Melissa asked, &ldquo;Mama, does it feel that good when Mark is inside you?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;More, baby. So much more.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;And Pumpy?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Hmm&hellip;maybe halfway between. It feels good, but there&rsquo;s an emotional feeling with another person that adds to the touch. Pumpkin loves us, but when he&rsquo;s humping it&rsquo;s like nothing exists but his cock inside something. It&rsquo;s amazing but kinda hollow.&rdquo;<br /><br />There was a pause.<br /><br />&ldquo;Cock is the same thing as penis, right?&rdquo;<br /><br />Mama giggled and said sleepily, &ldquo;That&rsquo;s right, baby.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;What was the white stuff?&rdquo;<br /><br />Val turned to the girl. &ldquo;What white stuff, kiddo?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;The white stuff Mark and Pumpy put inside you.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Oh! That&rsquo;s cum&hellip;it&rsquo;s a special thing that boys&rsquo; privates make.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Do you think Mark would make me feel good?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;It&rsquo;s gonna take a lot of practice before you could take him inside, kiddo. And,&rdquo; she thought about it, &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t know if he would feel comfortable doing it.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Why not?&rdquo; she asked with drooping ears.<br /><br />Mama ruffled her head fur and said, &ldquo;Well, most grownups don&rsquo;t feel comfortable doing that sort of thing with children. They could get in a lot of trouble.&rdquo;<br /><br />After a long pause, Melissa yawned and muttered, &ldquo;I wanna hear him call me &lsquo;Missa&rsquo; and squirt his cum inside me.&rdquo;<br /><br />Her mother turned her head at that, such an earnest, sweet sentiment. She smirked when she saw that her daughter was already asleep.<br /><br />&ldquo;I know what you mean, babygirl,&rdquo; she whispered, stroking the girl&rsquo;s head. &ldquo;I know what you mean.&rdquo;<br /><br />They woke the next morning, snuggled up close together. Bright blue light filtered through the curtains in Mama&rsquo;s room, bathing their naked bodies. As the kitten stretched and yawned, Valerie took note of the quality of the light and padded over to the window. The city streets below were silent and covered with freshly fallen snow. She grinned and trotted into the kitchen to grab her phone.<br /><br />When she returned to her bedroom, she smiled down at the groggy girl and said, &ldquo;Looks like we had a storm overnight, kiddo. School&rsquo;s are closed and so is work.&rdquo;<br /><br />Melissa sat bolt-upright and chirped, &ldquo;Really?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Yep! If you want, we could bundle up and go to the park down the street to play. Or&hellip;&rdquo;<br /><br />The girl rubbed her face to clear the cobwebs and smelled last night&rsquo;s lesson on her paws. Her ears went red.<br /><br />&ldquo;Or?&rdquo;<br /><br />Mama sat down on the bed and took her favorite thing from the nightstand, along with the little bottle of clear liquid. She placed them on the covers and left the room again. When she returned, she dropped one of Melissa&rsquo;s magic markers and a hairbrush with a soft, narrow handle on the bed beside the other things.<br /><br />&ldquo;Or,&rdquo; the woman said, &ldquo;we could stay warm and play inside. Maybe start working you up from this,&rdquo; she held up the marker, &ldquo;to this,&rdquo; she pointed to the hairbrush, &ldquo;to this,&rdquo; she pointed to the fake penis that looked like Mark&rsquo;s.<br /><br />As if on cue, Pumpkin loped in and rested his head on the edge of the bed, wagging.<br /><br />Mama chuckled and said, &ldquo;Patience, Pumpkin. She won&rsquo;t be ready for you for a long time.&rdquo;<br /><br />By the end of the snow day, Melissa had learned that the bottle of clear liquid was something called &lsquo;lube&rsquo;. It made things slippery and helped when you wanted to put something inside your vagina&hellip;or your butt? She wasn&rsquo;t so sure about that. With a little lube on the marker, its thin body slid right inside her. The kitten could feel its bottom edges as they stretched something tight inside. It was almost painful but passed so quickly all she could think about was the way the marker rubbed the walls of her vagina. Mama taught her how to hold it tight so it didn&rsquo;t go all the way inside, how to move it in and out while she rubbed the sensitive little nub&mdash;called a &lsquo;clit&rsquo;&mdash;at the top of her privates. She even managed to do the same with the hairbrush, laying beside Mama who used the fake penis&hellip;or, as she learned it was called, the dildo. <br /><br />Before bedtime, Mama helped her get all slick again and they tried the dildo on Melissa&rsquo;s little slit. It was easy to get the pointy tip in, but the thick shaft resisted at about halfway in. Slow, gentle movements and a lot of tenacity stretched the tight walls until she could go all the way down to the bulge&hellip;&rsquo;knot&rsquo;&hellip;near the bottom. There was no way the whole thing would go in, but she rode out her biggest orgasm yet as Mama rubbed the knot against her little clit with the shaft still stretching her insides.<br /><br />Melissa lay panting on the covers, and Mama slowly pulled the dildo free. It popped loose with a wet sound that made the kitten giggle, which caused all the muscles in her abdomen to clench, which clapped her tiny hole closed and forced out a sound unlike almost any Melissa had heard. <br /><br />All but one, really.<br /><br />Later in her life&mdash;out in the world, as the grownups love to say&mdash;she might have times when such a thing would embarrass her or cause tension in a relationship. She might get defensive or embarrassed. Those reactions would have to wait for maturity and the constant worry of what other people think. That evening, out of breath and still quivering inside and out, she broke the naughty air that had stagnated in the room. The shadow of lingering worries Mama might have and the tinge of guilt that hadn&rsquo;t quite faded from the little girl&rsquo;s heart all fled in an instant before a gale of joyous laughter. The kitten&rsquo;s rolling cackles were contagious, dragging her mother right in until they both were coughing and crying. Once they had their breath back, Mama would explain what that truly staggering sound was and what caused it, but that was for after.<br /><br />The next morning brought on the weekend. Valerie wondered when she woke if Melissa would be ready to focus on other things, maybe play in the snow or watch cartoons. She was surprised to find herself alone in bed. The woman stepped out, scratching under her left breast as she went to check her daughter&rsquo;s room. The room was dark, except for the faint glow from the rabbit tree lamp. There was no sign of the kitten; but, Valerie noticed as she turned to leave that the top bulb of the lamp seemed to have burnt out. Only the gentle glow from the door remained, illuminating a mother who must now wonder where her babies went. It was going to be a pain to replace that.<br /><br />Back in the hallway, the woman noticed a hum from the living room television and headed that way. The calico was sitting on the couch, reclined against the back cushion with her feet swinging in the air. Naked as a jaybird, Melissa had a paper plate with the mangled remains of some cold toaster pastries on her lap and was watching one of her favorite cartoons. Pumpkin heaved himself up from his bed and trotted over to Valerie to get some good morning pats.<br /><br />&ldquo;Hey, babygirl,&rdquo; Mama said, scratching the dog&rsquo;s ears, &ldquo;how long have you been up?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Mornin&rsquo; Mama! Not long!&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;I see now how you managed to peek for so long and never get caught. You&rsquo;re quiet as a ghost! I didn&rsquo;t even know you left bed.&rdquo;<br /><br />Melissa&rsquo;s ears reddened a little. The poor girl still felt bad about the secret she kept for so long. But, Mama sounded happy and that took some of the hurt away. Something happened on the tv that struck the calico as funny, and she broke into a laugh. The laugh stopped with a squeak, and a thud on the floor revealed that Mama&rsquo;s canine dildo had been inside the kitten throughout the conversation and who knows how long before.<br /><br />Mama snickered and said, &ldquo;You really like that one, don&rsquo;t you?&rdquo;<br /><br />Melissa&rsquo;s blush deepened as she covered her face and nodded.<br /><br />&ldquo;Hey, I get it. It&rsquo;s my favorite, too. Did you get it as deep as last night?&rdquo;<br /><br />As Mama turned to fix herself a cup of coffee, the kitten shook her head.<br /><br />&ldquo;That&rsquo;s ok, kiddo. You&rsquo;ll get used to it. Maybe your body just has to grow some more.&rdquo;<br /><br />Melissa watched her mother head for the kitchen and frowned. While Valerie busied herself with getting a cup and spooning grounds into the coffee press, there were some small sounds of movement and a grunt from the living room. The electric kettle clicked off in time with a small paw patting the woman&rsquo;s leg. She reached down and stroked the girl&rsquo;s head idly with one paw and poured steaming water into the press with the other. Glancing at the kitten, Val was perplexed by an expression of&hellip;what&hellip;triumph?<br /><br />&ldquo;Mama,&rdquo; Melissa said in a tone equal parts serious and playful, &ldquo;can you life me onto the counter?&rdquo;<br /><br />Mama smirked and agreed, groaning a little with the effort of lifting the little&hellip;<br /><br />&ldquo;Honey&hellip;&rdquo;<br /><br />The girl&rsquo;s face beamed.<br /><br />&ldquo;How the hell?&rdquo;<br /><br />Dangling by her armpits from the grey cat&rsquo;s paws, Melissa Jones grinned. Every inch of that dildo, knot and all, was buried in her tiny&hellip;maybe not so tiny after all&hellip;pussy. All that remained outside was the flared suction cup base. Just above and to the left of her bellybutton a slight bulge could be seen, where either the toy or something it shifted was pressing against her abdominal wall. Mama set her on the counter, smirking a little at the way the girl shivered when her weight went on the base, and shook her head in amusement.<br /><br />&ldquo;I was sure it would be a while before you&rsquo;d manage that, kiddo. Like, at least middle school?&rdquo; Pausing to press her coffee, she mulled over what to say next. She settled on, &ldquo;So&hellip;you can take a full-size dog cock all the way to the bottom. I don&rsquo;t even know what to say. Why are you in such a rush to be able to fit all that inside you?&rdquo; She underlined &ldquo;that&rdquo; in her question by giving the silicone flare a thwack with her finger.<br /><br />&ldquo;Eep!&rdquo; Melissa sat straight up and shivered. After a deep breath, she said, &ldquo;I wanna be able to play with Pumpy like you did but&hellip;umm&hellip;&rdquo;<br /><br />It wasn&rsquo;t the delay of someone trying to find the right word. Rather, it was the temporizing of someone who knew what she was going to say would test a boundary that had already shifted. As if to take some of the curse off what was definitely going to be a curse, the kitten motioned for her mom to lean in for a whisper. Her nervous smile was audible, even in the breathy tones that tickled the hairs of Valerie&rsquo;s ear.<br /><br />&ldquo;&hellip;but I really want Mark to&hellip;&rdquo; she got even quieter, &ldquo;&hellip;to fuck me.&rdquo;<br /><br />There was never a time in the grey cat&rsquo;s life when she was happier not to have just taken a drink. Instead of a spray of coffee, a laugh broke from her that startled Pumpkin.<br /><br />Wiping her eyes, Valerie replied, &ldquo;Hoo! Yeah, just remember: only here in the apartment. I don&rsquo;t need to be getting called to school about my little girl using that kind of language.<br /><br />The girl in question made a cross-my-heart motion.<br /><br />&ldquo;Alright, anyway, I wonder if you&rsquo;re smitten with him or if it&rsquo;s really just that he&rsquo;s the first guy you&rsquo;ve seen that way.&rdquo;<br /><br />Melissa shrugged and said, &ldquo;I dunno&hellip;he&rsquo;s the nicest man I know. He&rsquo;s handsome. I trust him not to hurt me, because he never does.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Nicest man? What about your daddy?&rdquo; The look she got in return could have come from one of her own peers. &ldquo;Okay, fair.&rdquo;<br /><br />Mama noticed the kitten starting to squirm a little and helped her down off the counter. Melissa breathed a sigh of relief and reached down to tug the toy out. She frowned and spread her legs a little. As she continued pulling, her ears slowly angled backward and she bit her lip. Valerie took a sip of her coffee and watched the girl grow increasingly frustrated.<br /><br />&ldquo;Having trouble there, baby?&rdquo;<br /><br />Melissa stayed in that awkward little horse pose, dropped her paws, and said in a defeated tone, &ldquo;It&rsquo;s stuck.&rdquo;<br /><br />The woman leaned her bare hip against the counter and took another drink. As amusing a sight as it was, she took pity on the kitten and said, &ldquo;I freaked out the first time that happened to me. Remember how it fell out a minute ago?&rdquo;<br /><br />The girl looked up with such sadness, holding her belly halfway between her stretched pussy and her navel.<br /><br />&ldquo;Mama, I don&rsquo;t think I can laugh right now. It&rsquo;s making me need to pee.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Oh, hon&hellip;&rdquo; Setting her mug down, she pointed toward the hall and suggested, &ldquo;Let&rsquo;s try this: pop into the bathroom and stand in the tub.&rdquo;<br /><br />Melissa gave a confused look, then followed her mama&rsquo;s direction. As the pair walked in, Valerie flicked on the light. The calico tried to scramble over the wall of the tub, but each attempt stopped with her pressing her paw to her tummy and taking a second to breathe. Based on the way the bulge in her stomach moved with each try, the grey cat guessed that leaning any direction to get a leg over was straining the small space available inside the kid.<br /><br />&ldquo;Here, sweetie,&rdquo; she said softly, lifting the girl into the tub.<br /><br />Standing in the tub, the panting kitten asked, &ldquo;Now what?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Try coughing.&rdquo;<br /><br />She tried, but nothing shifted. Val could see the girl&rsquo;s mismatched eyes widening. Before panic could set in, she offered another solution. She had the girl lay on her back with her knees up, then grasped the base. It was in there pretty good, but Valerie figured this would do the trick. Without warning, she tickled the little girl&rsquo;s side like crazy. A light tug on the base, coupled with the convulsions and laughter, worked the knot loose and the dildo sprang free. Though the pressure of the knot was relieved, Melissa&rsquo;s bladder couldn&rsquo;t take the onslaught of tickles. The calico and her mom gasped together as pee made an arc from her crotch to end of the tub below the faucet.<br /><br />Embarrassed and quivering, the girl waved a limp paw at her pee-damp and lube-sticky lower half.<br /><br />&ldquo;Maybe bath time,&rdquo; she panted.<br /><br />- - - - -<br /><br />When the first weekend of winter break came, the mother and daughter already had a plan for the next step. Melissa wanted to try doing things with Pumpkin, but Mama was very clear that they had to take things slow, especially when it came to the retriever. She explained that four-legged canines can be very rough when playing these sorts of games. Before she would let Melissa try the dog, Mama insisted that the girl watch as the dog took her, not under the door but in the room beside them, so the girl could see just how intense it would be.<br /><br />Rather than adjourn to the bedroom, Mama laid out some towels on the living room floor. She had the kitten sit on the coffee table, where she would have a clear view of the whole process. As she prepared the space and removed her clothes, the woman talked about how aggressive it would look, how it would be very hard to stop or slow down once things started, and how the girl should let her know if she started to feel scared. Once the girl agreed, it was showtime.<br /><br />&ldquo;Pumpkin,&rdquo; the grey feline cooed at the dog, &ldquo;here.&rdquo;<br /><br />The large dog bounded over, happy to be the center of attention. After a few minutes of scratching, petting, and playful wrestling, Mama laid down on her back and used the first of the phrases Sarah had taught her.<br /><br />&ldquo;Hey, buddy, want lickies?&rdquo;<br /><br />Melissa watched in awed silence as the retriever went from floppy goofball to a beast with the single-minded purpose of licking pussy. As the ginger head plunged between her legs, tongue already lapping, Valerie spread her knees to give him space. Her daughter could already see the effect of the dog&rsquo;s ministrations in the way her mother&rsquo;s breath caught in her throat and the arch of her back. It reminded her a little of the times she had seen Mark eagerly loving the woman with his tongue, but she could also see something that Mama had been impressing on her for a while: Pumpkin wasn&rsquo;t trying to pleasure the woman. <br /><br />If anything, once he started going, the woman stopped even existing in his mind. His eyes were half lidded, his head moved along with each stroke of his tongue, and his only focus was to seek out what tasted right and take it. If he put too much energy into a specific area, Valerie&rsquo;s only options were to shift her hips or push the dog&rsquo;s head in a different direction. Even then, the dog very much did whatever the hell he wanted.<br /><br />After a few minutes, the grey cat shoved Pumpkin back and closed her legs to keep him from going back at her slobbery crotch. She sat up, not quite panting but not at all calm. He put a paw on her leg and let out a frustrated &ldquo;boof.&rdquo;Mama sandwiched his face between her paws and kissed him on the forehead.<br /><br />&ldquo;Chill, buddy,&rdquo; she said softly. Turning to the kitten, she asked, &ldquo;Did you see what I meant?&rdquo;<br /><br />Melissa nodded, ears cocked back enough to show her comprehension but not enough to hide the crimson shade inside. She was still clothed, to prevent the dog from being able to switch targets in his excitement, but her right paw was buried in her leggings and panties.<br /><br />&ldquo;Here we go, then.&rdquo;<br /><br />Valerie moved to kneel beside the dog on the side that her daughter could see. She ran her paw along the retriever&rsquo;s back, down the back of his hind leg, back up the front of his hind leg, and under his belly. The fur was too thick for Melissa to see well, but she could tell Mama&rsquo;s paw caressed his tummy and chest, then slid back to where his sheath was. She imagined grey fingers wrapping around the fuzzy pocket. When her mother&rsquo;s arm made a quick series of motions underneath the dog, the results were immediate. He started hunching his back and thrusting forward with his hips. With a shift of her arm, Mama showed her how his penis flashed in and out of his sheath and through her fingers. The kitten didn&rsquo;t know how fast or slow things went after that. It was a blur that also seemed frozen in her mind.<br /><br />Mama turned away from the dog and went down on hands and knees. She stayed perpendicular to the girl, to provide the best possible viewing angle. The dog responded immediately when Valerie said, &ldquo;Hump, buddy!&rdquo; Pumpkin slid up behind her, giving a little hop that sent his chest riding up and over her rump. His ginger forelegs fumbled for a second and then locked tight around her waist, paws pressed to the fronts of her thighs and claws digging into the fur. The thrusts were arrhythmic and kind of slow to start.<br /><br />&ldquo;He&rsquo;s poking around with his cock,&rdquo; Mama explained, &ldquo;trying to find the SPOT!&rdquo;<br /><br />The last word came out as a squeal, forced by the retriever&rsquo;s hip suddenly slamming forward. The spot had been found. For the next few minutes, Pumpkin wasn&rsquo;t playing with Mama: he was pounding frantically at an object he could fuck. The moaning, gasping cat could have been a plushie, a pillow, anything&hellip;nothing. Her needs, her pleasure, her pain, none of it meant a damn to the dog. She was a wet hole for him to drive his cock into until he was done. It was a sad, lonely sight, and the kitten could not pull her paw out of her pants to save her life.<br /><br />The living room filled with short, ragged breaths from both of the creatures on the floor. Soft, rapid plaps of furred beast on furred beast accompanied a flurry of increasingly wet sounds. During their chats about this, Valerie had explained that boys produce clear stuff called &ldquo;pre-cum&rdquo; that helps slick up their cocks. Four-leggers made even more of the stuff. The sound was awful and glorious all at once. Each thrust drove another gasp, moan, mewl, or scream out of the grey cat. The towels were soaked with their shared fluids and so were Mama&rsquo;s thighs.<br /><br />After what seemed like an eternity, Pumpkin stopped thrusting and lay slumped on Valerie&rsquo;s back. Melissa could see the way his tailhole twitched and knew from Mama&rsquo;s descriptions that each wink was a squirt of watery cum inside her vagina. The woman&rsquo;s arms trembled, and her front end sank to the floor. She panted and shuddered, riding out the aftershocks of an orgasm that hit her in the middle of his frantic assault on her backside. The kitten watched as their dog repeated the motion she had seen previously, slinging his leg over and turning so he was butt-to-butt with Mama.<br /><br />The girl watched as, after a several minutes, her mother reached beneath herself and then listened to the wet sounds of fingers rubbing the woman&rsquo;s clit. Keeping her own paw glued to her pussy, Melissa got off the coffee table and slowly padded over to the joined animals. She continued rubbing herself as she peered to see the dog&rsquo;s penis buried inside Mama. The scent was incredible, and the sight balanced precariously between terrible and awesome. Valerie&rsquo;s slit, stretched and red from the battering it had taken and continued to take, was soaked and so was the long yellow and orange fur of the dog&rsquo;s privates. Close up, the girl could see and hear the little bubbles and squirts that squeezed out from between the tugging knot and her mother&rsquo;s lips. Still, the dark wrinkled skin of Pumpkin&rsquo;s tailhole winked.<br /><br />The young cat, driven by her childish lust and briefly unsupervised by the masturbating woman, stepped toward Pumpkin&rsquo;s head. She held his panting face and stroked his cheeks and ears. Barely thinking, she let go of him and grabbed the waistbands of her leggings and panties together. Shoving them both to the floor, she stepped awkwardly out of them and stood, bottomless, in front of the retriever.<br /><br />&ldquo;Buddy,&rdquo; she said in a breathless almost-whisper, &ldquo;lickies.&rdquo;<br /><br />Pumpkin&rsquo;s genitals may have been preoccupied, but his mouth was unencumbered and happy to oblige. His snout bumped her dripping sex, and a hot tongue slashed up the kitten&rsquo;s slit. The taste was right and the training was strong; he needed no other encouragement. It was fortunate that the dog had already mostly worn himself out. The girl was spared the frenetic onslaught that would have come if he was rested. Regardless, she melted beneath his lashing.<br /><br />In less than a minute, her knees buckled with a body-quaking climax that sent her to the floor. She lay there mewling and twitching, ignorant to the squelch that announced the exit of his shrinking cock from her mama. The splatter of leaking dog semen on the towels couldn&rsquo;t have been less noticed by either cat. Pumpkin flopped down on the floor against the kitten&rsquo;s side and whiled away the next few moments alternately cleaning his doggy junk and licking the quivering girl&rsquo;s face and neck. Melissa squealed and giggled. Valerie rolled to the side and her sticky, ravaged hindquarters thudded onto the towels with a faint splurting sound from the stream of semen that now ran from her.<br /><br />The calico tired of Pumpkin&rsquo;s kisses after a few minutes and rolled on top of him, scratching and tickling his belly as she sat up. The retriever twisted and writhed under her, flailing his paws in the air. She scooted back to escape his claws and felt the cool wet fur of his sheath kiss her between her tailhole and slit. The coolness gave way to a smooth heat that slid over her wet lips and bumped her clit.<br /><br />She shuddered with the touch and ground her wet lips against the penis that once more started to protrude from his sheath. Mewing softly, she rolled and bucked her hips on him. Energy only partially restored, the retriever&rsquo;s instincts kicked back in and his hips began thrusting. Fortunately, the angle and his fatigue didn&rsquo;t allow him to hammer at full speed or strength. What they did allow, however, was his shrunken penis sliding easily into the little girl&rsquo;s soaking pussy. For the first time, Melissa felt something warm and alive inside her. Thoughts vanished, care evaporated, and the calico kitten started bouncing on his cock. <br /><br />Valerie opened her eyes to the shocking sight of her daughter&rsquo;s ass rising and falling on the dog&rsquo;s slowly growing organ. She found herself without words, but the worry faded as she recognized that the hungry little cat was the one in control. She smirked as she saw her little girl go from gentle motions to desperate, pounding strokes that took every inch of swelling flesh into her rosy lips and gripped it like a possession on the way back up. The woman couldn&rsquo;t help but think to herself, &ldquo;How do you like being on the receiving end, you shaggy bastard.&rdquo;<br /><br />For his part, Pumpkin loved it. He panted and thrust beneath the kitten, oblivious to what a table might be or what it would mean for it to be turned. Melissa gripped pawfuls of long fur and continued driving herself down over his knot. As it grew, it rubbed a spot in her vagina, just behind her pubic bone, that drove the girl into a frenzy. One last downward plunge saw the full mass of the dog&rsquo;s penis disappear into her cunt. The next series of motions from the kitten were short, grinding rolls of her hips, working her hot flesh against his and continuing to worry that spot inside with his knot. Pressed against his fuzzy sheath, her clitoris wasn&rsquo;t left out of the fun.<br /><br />In moments, the girl was nearly over the edge into another climax. That&rsquo;s when Pumpkin began unloading his balls a second time. Hot, forceful jets of slippery cum lashed against the deepest well inside Melissa&rsquo;s clenching tunnel. It spread, bathing her cervix and filling what little space there was between his skin and her walls. It started squeezing out around him, as what had started as a single orgasm in the kitten&rsquo;s core rippled into a train of wave after wave of heaving pleasure. Her paws released his chest fur and she sat back with her full weight on his cock. The moans that came from her baby fanned Valeries flames anew, and the grey cat found herself helplessly fingering her snatch as she watched the kitten grind to a halt and fall over onto her back between the golden retriever&rsquo;s shaggy legs.<br /><br />One ice blue eye and one deep green one stared through the ceiling into nothing and Melissa Jones trembled and panted on the floor. The dog&rsquo;s knot stayed firmly lodged inside her, locking them in place until the last drop of his burning essence had pumped into her pussy. Having nowhere in her small space to go, semen kept squirting out around his knot, soaking the towel and the carpet below. They lay there, panting together, as Mama came on her paw and flopped over onto her back.<br /><br />An hour later, when the two cats stirred from what was neither sleep nor consciousness, Melissa craned her head around. Pumpkin had long since slid out of her and shuffled to his bed. The dog snored softly. She looked toward her mother and found deep green eyes watching her. The woman had a tired but impressed smile on her muzzle. They both offered each other a halfhearted wave.<br /><br />&ldquo;So?&rdquo; Mama piped up, &ldquo;you still want to have a go at Mark?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;So much,&rdquo; Melissa whispered. &ldquo;So much.&rdquo;<br /><br />Valerie laughed and gasped as a lingering trickle of semen slipped out of her slit and over her tailhole. <br /><br />&ldquo;I guess I need to start figuring out how to convince him to do something crazy.&rdquo;<br /></span>",
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