33 comments/ 47402 views/ 133 favorites My Niece, The Kitten By: jacobmerriweather This story was hard for me to pick the right category. In the end I went with incest/ taboo, but there's quite a bit of petplay, even a touch of bdsm involved. Either way, I don't think it's a bad fit, just be forewarned. Also, I got the idea after reading another story on here. I would link it but I have no idea what the name was. Same kind of set up, but I wanted it to go in a direction that it didn't, so I wrote my own. Anyways, if this sounds familiar, and you wrote a story like it, thanks for the inspiration! ***************************************** I was at the store grabbing some groceries and cleaning supplies when I saw it, a big oversized plush cat, black with big cartoony eyes. I smiled and picked it up. "I bet she'd like this," I told myself, grabbing it and tossing it into my cart and heading for check out. It was raining so I made sure to keep the bag nice and covered as I drove to my car. The ride home wasn't bad at all, long and slow and winding through the hills. I liked living in the country, always have, so I picked up a spot not too far out of town with a good bit of land a couple years back. I put on some joy division and beat the steering wheel like a drum before pulling through some trees and up to my place. "Danny?" I called as I walked through the door, to no answer. I heard the pitter patter of footsteps and a door closing. I shrugged, exhaling and trying to shake off the feeling of defeat that greeted me every day when I got home. I brought the bags inside and set to work cooking dinner: two juicy steaks, asparagus, baked potatoes. I'm not the best cook in the world, but I can make a decent meal every now and then. I heard a door upstairs open and closed and I peeked my head around the corner. "Danika?" I called, knowing full well not to expect an answer, and I was right to. "Danika, dinner will be ready soon," I yelled, then turned back to the asparagus. There's no way this story is gonna make a lick of sense unless I give you a little back story. I was 13 when my sister had Danny. She was much older than me, already out of college, and while it wasn't exactly planned, her boyfriend Alex was a stand up guy and they got married shortly thereafter. Danny was always this shy little girl, black hair and big bright green eyes, just a skinny little thing that spent more time hiding and avoiding people than anything else, but we got along pretty well. Even though we did live states away, I'd get to visit often, or vice versa, and did my best to get to know her and be a decent, albeit younger uncle to her. Jenny, my sister, always loved it and encouraged my visits. She'd say I really brought Danny out of her shell, which was hard to imagine seeing as how she barely even talked to me, but I wasn't gonna argue with her. That's why, when I was about 24, she asked if I'd be alright being Danny's legal guardian. It was a bit of a shock but I happily obliged. Our parents weren't exactly ideal, and her husband's parents were both a lot older. I was honestly flattered and thought it was purely symbolic, that this was just her way of showing her appreciation. Man, was I wrong. Flash forward about six years and I get the worst phone call of my life. There had been an accident, and my sister and her husband were dead. To make matters worse, Danny was in the car with them. She'd been pretty banged up but she was ok, the only real kicker being it had happened on a dark, rainy night, and they'd spent the night in a ditch before being spotted in the morning. I don't know how much Danny really remembered from that night, if she was awake or unconscious, but I have always feared the worse happened. Anyways, I dropped everything and drove up to Maine. I was the executor of their estate and their main beneficiary was Danny anyways, so I sold their house and most of their stuff, planned the funeral, took what I held most dear, helped Danny do the same. Since she was turning 18 in a week or two, I could have easily stuck around until then and left her to be on her own, but the thing is, after the accident, she stopped talking entirely, not a word to anyone. And barely anybody came to check on her or visit her in the hospital. It was obvious she didn't have a very big support network, didn't have too many friends or really the ability or wherewithal to fend for herself (even if she did receive a staggeringly large inheritance) so after speaking with both sets of grandparents, it was decided that the best course of action would be for me to take her home with me, as was the original plan, and to see her through this tough time until she could handle being on her own. The tricky part was, I didn't have a clue what I was doing. She hid in her room most days, occasionally coming out to watch cartoons. She'd fallen into a little bit of a childish mindset, which didn't really surprise me. Hell, she was still a kid, she turned 18 about a week after she started living with me, spent her entire birthday in her room. So really, I wasn't exactly surprised when she ignored mostly everything I said, I got it, and I didn't want to rush her, the only weapon in my artillery to handle her was patience. I hoped she'd open up when she was ready, and I'd be there for her when and if she ever did, and that was the best I could do. We settled into a pretty mundane life together, somewhat routine. She would hide in her room most days, I'd occasionally be able to coax her out with cartoons on my big screen. I didn't ask much of her. Honestly, there was only one real rule I had for her that I was ever serious about, and I felt like it was a pretty easy one to follow. She had to eat dinner with me every night. I don't really think she ever ate much otherwise, and I wanted to make sure she had at least one meal a day, and though there was some feet stomping and dirty glares at first, she'd given in and it had become a nightly thing for us. I set the table and made us both plates, pulled her stuffed cat out of the bag and set it down on my dining room table, basically the centerpiece, and walked upstairs. "Danny?" I asked, knocking on her door quietly, and after a second she popped her head out. "Dinners ready, sweetheart," I told her and she nodded, then closed the door. I walked back down and grabbed a beer, pouring her a glass of milk, which she chose to drink with every meal, and sat down. Soon enough I heard footsteps and looked up to find her walking up to the table. She was in a big, oversized black hoodie and sweat pants, her face half hidden, her messy hair jutting out. I felt a sharp needle of pain in my heart seeing her like this. It was hard to tell but lately I'd felt like she was getting worse, and the sight of her all disheveled, dragging her feet, well it kinda killed me. But then she looked up and I've never seen anyone's countenance change so quickly. She spotted the stuffed cat on the table and almost jumped, hiding her face behind her hands, her eyes wide, and I was almost sure there was a smile behind her hands. She turned to me and looked hopefully, and I just shrugged, smiling, gesturing towards the cat. "I saw him and he reminded me of you, I thought you might like-" I started and she just kinda lunged forward, grabbing the cat and sitting down at the table, holding it close and hugging it, rocking side to side. It was the most accomplished if felt in some time, I didn't even bother harassing her about her meal, just ate and droned on about my day like I always did. "So then Brian tries to act like he'd taken care of the entire account, and I was about to blow it, but Mr. Sheehan grabbed me and pulled me aside and told me he knew who did all the work, and not to worry about it. Ha!" I laughed, and Danny smiled at me, still hugging the cat. "Anyways, how was your day?" I asked, and she looked away, staring at the ground. "Nah? Not today?" I asked, and she shook her head. "That's ok, sweetheart, that's ok, but I am gonna need to see you clean your plate." The look she shot me was a little scary, to say the least, but I was used to it by now. "Hey, is that any way to treat your favorite uncle? The same guy that brought home Mr. Kitty?" I laughed, and her glare faded. She looked down, almost sad or sorry or something, and set the stuffed animal on the table, grabbing her fork and knife. I sat back and smiled, drinking her beer, watching her struggle with the utensils, working a little too hard just to get one bite of steak. "Aw, baby, you want me to cut that up for you?" I asked after a minute or two, and she looked up, a worried look in her eyes, shaking her head up and down eagerly. "Here," I said, standing up and getting beside her. I grabbed the fork and knife and set to work cutting it all up into bite sized pieces. I was close to her, and it could have been by accident, but I swear I felt her leaning against my arm. "There you go," I said, stepping back, and she looked up at me. It wasn't a smile, but it wasn't bad either, just kind of a neutral stare, which at that point I was happy to take. I sat back down while she picked at her dinner, grabbing another beer and finishing it before she was done. She held up the empty plate and I gave her the thumbs up, then she grabbed the dishes and carried them off. I was a little dumbfounded, even more shocked when she started washing everything. She'd been with me for a couple months now and hadn't so much as lifted a finger to clean except to do her laundry once or twice. I smiled and got up, went to the living room and got comfortable on the couch, flicking through the channels when she came in. She was holding the cat in her arms, cradled closely, staring over at me. "What? You wanna watch cartoons?" I asked, and she nodded feverishly. "Ok, ok, come sit down," I sighed, tossing her the remote, and she sat down at the opposite end, curling up in a little ball, her face buried in the stuffed cat. She settled on this show called adventure time, which is a little goofy for my taste, but it has it's good moments. We watched an episode or two before the main character met a little vampire girl. "Ha! She looks just like you!" I laughed, expecting another dirty glare, but when I turned to Danny, I swear she was hiding another smile, her cheeks red. "What? You like her? Is she one of your favorites?" I smiled, and she nodded, nervously. She sat on the edge of the couch for some time, I grabbed another beer and stared down at my phone, playing some dumb game before feeling her presence next to me. I looked over to her and she handed me the remote. I smiled and took it and started flipping through the channels again, realizing she hadn't disappeared to the other end. I turned to her and she had this look on her face, like she had something to say, but for the life of me I couldn't guess what it was. "What?" I asked, feeling pretty elated that she'd chosen to give me so much attention today. She didn't say anything, just kind of but her lip and looked away, then silently scooted up next to me, still curled up in a little ball, still clutching Mr. Kitty pretty tight, but leaning against my side. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I smiled and wrapped my arm around her, pulling her closer, and I couldn't have been happier. We stayed like that for another hour or two, and when I started to doze off I finally gave up, turning the tv off and turning to her. Her eyes were closed and I smiled, shaking her gently. They opened and she looked up at me, sleepily. "You fall asleep on me, kitten?" I asked, leaving over and kissing the top of her head. "Meow," she replied, in the sweet voice of hers that I hadn't heard in so long. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to her bed, my eyes watering. ******************* The next few days passed without much hullabaloo. I had to work and, as usual, Danny slept in late. She carried that cat around everywhere she went, which warmed my heart a bit, and there was definitely a marked improvement. She wasn't dragging her feet as much, once or twice when I got home she was sitting on the couch watching TV instead of holed up inside her room, she even started putting on pants, real jeans, instead of the same pair of sweatpants, which, I know, not that big of a deal, but hey, baby steps, right? And then Saturday came. I woke up late, seeing as how I never make any attempt to wake up early on my days off. I got up, groggily walking downstairs, when, to my surprise, I was greeted by the smell of coffee brewing. I lurched forward and poured myself a cup, grabbed some cream from the fridge and groaned as I sipped it. I heard a rustle and turned to find Danny on her hands and knees, her stuffed cat beside her and a bowl of milk that they were both huddled around. It was a little strange, but that was nothing compared to her outfit. Instead of her usual baggy sweatpants and oversized hoodie, she had on short, black shorts, and a tight black t shirt and I swear her thick, wavy black hair had actually been brushed today. I almost choked on my coffee, seeing her sticking her ass up at me, and I suddenly remembered just how beautiful of a woman my niece had become. She was tiny, probably barely over five feet tall, and skinny, but instead of being the little stick I'd grown up knowing, she'd filled out quite a bit. Her ass was round and plump, her skin pale, milky white almost, and as I stepped up closer to her, I could see her shirt pulled tight against her breasts, plump and larger than you would expect, at least a c-cup. "Did you make this?" I asked, and she sat up, sitting on her hands and knees, looking up at my brightly, shaking her head. "Meow," she answered, and I couldn't help but smile. "Aw, thank you," I laughed, leaning down and petting her head, running her hair behind her ears. She pressed herself against my touch, nuzzling me almost, a little smile brimming on her lips. "Do you want any?" I asked, and she glanced over at her bowl of milk and shook her head. "Meow," she replied, and from the tone I knew it was a no. "Are you hungry?" I asked, and she shook her head again. "Meow," she replied in the same tone. "Want to take a walk through the woods?" I asked, still worried that she hadn't stepped foot outside of the house much besides her occasional trip to her therapist. Her eyes grew wide with fear and she backed up and she shook her head silently, and I knew I'd overstepped a boundary. "Ok, ok, how about we just relax on the couch and watch some more cartoons, maybe a movie? And if you want, video games later?" I pleaded, and she looked back up at me. She nodded her head slowly, and I exhaled a deep breath and smiled as she returned to her stuffed cat. I sat at the table and watched her as she leaned over the bowl and began to lick up the milk. It was a little strange, but hell, compared to wasting away in her room, this was almost nice. And I couldn't take my eyes off her lovely figure, her cute little ass shaking from side to side ever so slowly and her pale, porcelain skin, so delicate and smooth. I almost started getting a little flushed, my dick growing in my pants, before I snapped myself out of it. Now, I mean, granted, I hadn't gotten laid in a solid couple of months, but I'm not some desperate guy. At this point I was barely over thirty, I had a good job and I stayed in decent shape, I'm engaging and good humored and somewhat intelligent. I'd never had any trouble picking up girls. The truth is, though, I was getting a little older and trying to slow things down and find the right girl at this point. When my sister died, I was seeing a bombshell of a woman, Rita, beautiful, smart, funny, and I had hoped that she might be the one, but when she was less than sympathetic about me leaving town for so long, when she scoffed at finding out I'd be bringing back my niece with me, and kinda threw a little fit about how this would affect her, well, I dumped her so fast I think her head spun a little bit. So yeah, it had been a little while, and fuck if I wasn't a little sad to let Rita go. But I wanted to be able to give Danny my attention and time, so finding the right woman for me could wait a little while longer. Anyways, staring down at her nice little ass, I was beginning to get a little flustered, when she looked up at me, with big bright eyes, and a stream of milk dripping down her chin, smiling. "Meow?" She asked, and I stood up, trying to hide my election. "Yeah, yeah, give me one second and I'll come join you," I groaned, somehow inferring that she was ready to watch cartoons. I rushed into the bathroom and cupped some cold water in my hands, splashing it in my face again and again until I called down, drying myself and shaking it off. "Fuck," I gasped, honestly feeling pretty fucking guilty before calming down a little. I stepped outside and pulled my hidden pack of stale cigarettes out from under a flower pot and smoked one, the first in a couple weeks. "It's ok, nothing weird, she's a girl, it happens," I assured myself, getting control of my senses, taking time to finish the smoke then snubbing it out. "Ok, ok, you're good" I smiled, walking back in. Danika was back on the couch, huddled up under a blanket, sitting next to the spot I normally sat in. "Meow!" She bounced, smiling up at me. "Yeah, I'm ready," I laughed, and she held up the blanket for me to join her under it. I reluctantly obliged, sitting down while she curled up next to me. "So, what do you want to watch?" I asked, turning on the tv. "Toy Story?" "Meow," she shrugged. "Ok, ok, what about Monsters Inc?" I suggested. "Mmmmm meow," she replied. "Yeah we watched it last week, didn't we?" I laughed. "Ok, ok, what about The Incredibles?" "Meow!" She giggled, and I smiled, pulling up the movie with the remote. "Ok perfect." I laughed, pressing play and settling back in. This time Danny didn't just lean against me, she wrapped her arms around mine and pulled me close, nuzzling her face against my arm and chest, meowing quietly or whimpering every now and then. By the time the movie had ended, I was leaned against the armrest and she was sprawled out in between my legs, curled up and cuddling close while I pet her. I tried hard not to get too excited but I couldn't help but wonder if she could feel my bulge. She picked her head up and stared up at me, smiling and for a moment we just held each other and gazed into each other's eyes. "I think I'm gonna go take care of a little yard work, how about you play some GTA and when I'm finished I'll make us a late lunch, early dinner sort of thing? Sound good?" I asked and she nodded. "Meow!" She purred, burying her face in my chest, clinging tight to me as I sat up straight. I went upstairs and locked the bedroom door, grabbing my laptop and sitting on my bed and quickly flicking through my favorite porn sites before I settled on one, furiously stroking myself and cumming before changing into work clothes and heading out. I have a big yard so there's always something to do outside. This time it was just dead branches, clearing out a few areas, little stuff. I messed around, pulling a couple overgrown weeds, smoked another cigarette, and popped inside. Danika was on her knees, intently shooting at someone or another and I smiled, walking towards the fridge. I opened it and realized I had one beer left, grunting as I closed it. "Hey Danny?" I asked, and she turned to me. "I'm out of beer, you really hungry?" She shook her head, smiling. "Ok, well I'm gonna head to the store real quick, I'll make something when I get back. You want anything?" It was the first time I'd offered her a drink since she'd gotten there, and she kind of shrugged and looked confused. My Niece, The Kitten "You don't like beer, so you?" I asked, and she shook her head. "More of a whiskey girl?" I joked, and she scrunched up her nose, shaking her head so violent her hair tossed around. "Ok, ok, well what about something girly, maybe a fruity little cooler or something? Think you might like that." "Meow!" She replied, eagerly shaking her head up and down. "You ever drink before?" I asked and she bit her lip, looking away suspiciously. "So that's a yes?" I laughed, and she covered her mouth, and I swear I heard a giggle. "Alright, well, it's a little bit of a drive, so I might be a minute," I told her, and she set the controller down, hopping up and racing towards me. She wrapped her arms around my waist and I took her in my arms, petting her head. She parted from me and held her hands up, reaching above my head, so I bent over and I hugged her waist as she clung tight to my neck. I stood up straight and picked her up with me, and she quickly wrapped her legs around me, nuzzling her face against me and humming softly while I held her. "It's ok, its ok," I cooed, petting her and pulling her close. "Meow," she whispered, then kissed my cheek and slackened her grip. I set her down and she sat back in her spot, waving at me as I left the house. "It's ok, there's nothing that weird about it," I told myself in the car, looking down at my still stiff cock bulging in my pants. "She's a beautiful girl, you're a guy, it's just your body reacting, nothing wrong with that. That's just your wiring, nothing more." I laughed, shaking it off. Still, it was nice getting her to finally open up to me, and it was beyond just acknowledging my existence, which she'd barely done at all since she'd moved in. She was smiling again, she was engaging with me. I'll never really be sure why getting her that stuffed cat set everything in motion so fast, I don't know what she was going through and I won't pretend to understand why she reacted so positively, but I've always just figured it was a little gesture that snowballed. Anyways, I showed up at the closest liquor store, and saw my buddy running the cashier. "Ah, hey Brett," he smiled, holding out his hand kind of lazily. "What's up, Jason," I greeted him, shaking it. "Ah, you know, not shit," he laughed, and I walked over to the cooler to find a pack for myself. "I feel you," I agreed, hoping to get in and out without any real conversation. "So uh hey man, whatever happened to that hot little number you were bringing around for a while," he asked, "uh, Robin?" "Ha, Rita," I laughed, reaching in and grabbing two twelve packs, an ale and a larger. "Yeah, yeah, she seemed pretty good for ya," he smiled as I set the packs down. "Yeah, I thought the same for a while too, not anymore," I laughed, and he shrugged. "Shit, it happens, that's too bad man. This gonna be it?" I shook my head and walked back to the coolers "Nah, nah, hold on one sec," I told him, scanning the fruity coolers and ciders before settling on some strawberry apple cider. "Ohhhhhh," he nodded, a grin slowly growing on his face. "That's my boy, Brett, bouncing back fast as a motherfucker," he laughed and I shook my head. "Oh, nah, nah, it's not like that-" I started, and he shook his head, laughing even harder. "Oh yeah? I guess these are for you, huh?" He joked, and I shrugged. "Nah, they're sure as fuck not for me, they're for a girl, yeah, but she's my, uh, well," I stammered, tripping over the word 'niece'. "It's not like that, she's just a friend." "Oh, alright," Jason laughed, shaking his head and ringing up my order. "Well is she cute?" "Fuck," I exhaled, laughing and rolling my eyes a little. "Yeah, well, yeah, she's pretty fucking cute." "Well alright then, man, as soon as you guys move past the friend crap, bring her in, I'll be sure to tell her what a great fucking guy you are, shit like that," he smiled, winking at me. "Alright, yeah, thanks man" I smiled. "That it?" "And a pack of smokes, yellows." ************************** It was getting dark by the time I'd gotten back. I'd made one other stop, and in addition to the three twelve packs of beer in my arms, I had a dozen roses and a bag full of assorted chocolates and candies. I don't know, she'd reacted so well to the stuffed cat, I wanted to keep it going, and I figured it was harmless, all girls love flowers, and to be honest the candy was more for me than her. "Danika?" I called out, opening the door, my only greeting the pitter patter of footsteps. The lights were dim, so I set down the beers and walked through the house, flowers in one hand, candy in the other, when I turned the corner and saw her. She was hurriedly plating up some food, rushing it up to the table, already set, and coming back to grab something else. I cleared my throat and she stared up at me, and my jaw dropped. She was standing there in a tight little dress, black and white and frilly, sort of like something Wednesday Adams might wear on a date, with her hair held up in a messy bun, make up on and thick eye shadow, black lipstick. She looked amazing, her ample breasts practically bursting out, her skinny, yet well rounded figure accentuated at every curve. "Oh, wow," was all I could get out, and she smiled, then saw the flowers in my hands. Her jaw dropped and she covered her mouth, her cheeks turned bright red and her eyes instantly started watering, tears brimming over and streaming down her cheeks, her eyeshadow smearing and running. "Aw, Danny, please," I dropped the flowers and ran forward. She jumped into my grip and I scooped her up, holding her like a baby in my arms while she sobbed and whimpered. "Aw, kitten, are you ok?" I asked, shushing her, and she nodded. "Meow," she purred through her whimpering, and I knew it was a good meow. She pulled me close and kissed my cheek over and over again. "Ok, ok, ok," I laughed, "dinners gonna get cold." She slid down my body, straightening her dress out, before wiping the tears away and smiling at me. Then her face scrunched up, mock anger almost, and she pointed at the table, at my spot. "Ok, ok, let me put the beer away first," I told her, and went and grabbed the packs and took them to the fridge. I loaded them in and grabbed a lager for myself and one of the fruity ciders for her, setting them down at the table. Then I grabbed a vase for the flowers, took the out of their packaging and cut the ends, filling the vase with water and setting them on the table, finally sitting down and looking down at the spread, grilled cheese, tomato soup, and a salad. "Oh, wow, Danny, it looks so good," I told her and she blushed, turning away to hide her smile. I opened her bottle for her and we dug in. It was a fine meal, but to be honest, the cheese in the grilled cheese was still cold but the bread was a little burnt, and the soup was lukewarm. Now, mind you, I'm not complaining, but my sister was always the cook. I'm almost certain this was the first thing Danika had ever cooked in her life, and it meant so much to me that she'd put the effort in that she could have fed me rusty nails in a curry sauce and I would have eaten it. "Wow, fuck that was delicious," I moaned, rubbing my belly after we were done, and Danny smiled, sipping on her fruity drink. "You like that?" I asked. "Meow!" She said, nodding her head. "Good, I'm glad," I smiled, and she finished hers, tossing the empty bottles and grabbing two more. Now, I'm a guy that can drink quite a bit, so I was barely buzzed, but Danny was already pink in the face as she set my beer down on the table. I think she was feeling a little adventurous, because she hopped over to the cupboard and pulled out another bowl, filling it with her beer before setting it down on the floor and dropping to her hands and knees. She sat there, licking it up, looking up at me every now and then, as I smiled and drank my own. Her head went back and forth as she drank her beer slowly, and I couldn't help but get aroused again as I watched her hum and lick and gently shake her body. When she was almost finished she cupped the bowl in her hands and tilted it into her mouth, then looked up at me, smiling. "Meow?" She asked, crawling towards me and putting her head in my lap, nuzzling against my inner thigh. I began to pet her hair and neck, completely forgetting about my bulging cock, barely catching her and pulling her face up just before she rubbed her cheek against it. "Thank you for dinner, kitten," I smiled, leaning over and kissing her head. "Meow!" She bounced, brightly. "More cartoons?" I asked, and she nodded. "Meow! Meow!" She bubbled, crawling into the living room. Her dress had hiked up a little and I could see half her ass sticking out, even her white panties. I groaned to myself, then slowly got up, trying my best to hide my bulge before grabbing us both another drink and joining her. She was on the couch, holding her stuffed cat and going through the bag of candy, pulling out a bag of starburst, her eyes lighting up, before turning to me and doing a little happy dance. "Like those? I wasn't sure so I got a bunch of different kinds. My favorite are the Reese's," I smiled. "Meow!" She smiled, then pat the seat next to her. I set our beers down on the coffee table and sat down, and she got on her hands and knees in front of me, looking like she was ready to pounce, and I smiled. "What?" I asked, genuinely confused at what she might want, and she bit her lip, smiling mischievously. She slowly crawled forward, curling up in my lap, nuzzling up against me do my painfully hard cock was right under her ass, wrapping her arms around me and rubbing her face against my chest. "Aw, baby, thank you," I smiled, and she kissed my shirt, then my neck, then settled down. We watched a movie but for the life of me I can't remember what it was. I was a little too wrapped up in holding Danny, petting her and squeezing her occasionally. She'd gasp and meow, kissing me on the cheek and neck, licking me a little bit every here and there, a tiny bite once or twice. She fed me Reese's pieces one at a time while chewing on her star bursts seductively, and I was in heaven. We went through the beers and got another round, munching on candy and holding and kissing and petting each other. My cock was so hard, and I know she could feel it under either her, and I wanted to take her body all for myself so bad, but I just couldn't make that leap, that push beyond playful petting into serious business territory. Finally she lost a little steam and started to look sleepy. I kissed her forehead and turned off the tv, scooping her up in my arms, before carrying her to her bedroom. I set her down on her bed and she turned away, yawning and making a pouty little whimper, but I was worn out from all the cock teasing and needed a release, so I crept out and went into my room. I had just gotten comfortable, stripping down to only my boxers, and had pulled my laptop up on the bed when there was a knock on my door. "Yeah?" I yelled, putting it down on my bedside table and turning to the door as it creeped open slowly. "Meow?" Danika asked, popping her head in. "What is it, kitten?" I asked, and she bit her lip, looking away. "Meow...." She droned off nervously, and I knew exactly what she wanted. "You want to come lay in my bed, don't you?" I asked, and she nodded her head up and down. I looked down at my cock, the very real threat of blue balls looming ahead of me if I didn't jerk off first, but she'd been so sweet, so kind to me, not a bone in my body wanted to tell her no. "Well, alright, come on in," I sighed, smiling as I pat my bed. She made a little squeal and bounced into the room, and I realized she'd changed into just an over sized t shirt, barely covering her panties, which were visible with every other step she took. She jumped onto the bed and snuggled up under the covers, resting her head on my bare chest while she wrapped her legs around me and pressed her pussy against my thigh. I signed, realizing I was in for a rough night and a painful morning, but all the food and beer and candy got to me and I quickly fell fast asleep. That night I had one of the most amazing sex dreams of my life. It wasn't about Danika, which was a relief in the morning, just some faceless woman with a great body, bent over. I lifted her dress and pumped her from behind, and where as in most of my dreams I always wake up from excitement before I cum, in this one I pumped her full of my load, cumming harder than I do most times that I fuck in real life. Much to my pleasure, when I woke up, I didn't have the hard on I'd feared, I didn't even have blue balls. I moaned, checking my boxers for the cum I'd surely coated them in, but they were clean. "Huh, must have just been a dream," I laughed as I crept down the stairs. I found Danika in the kitchen, eagerly preparing a new pot of coffee in the same t shirt and panties she'd worn the night before, humming sweetly to herself, unaware of my presence. ********************* "To be quite honest, Brett, I didn't expect to see you again," Dr. Jennings smiled, reclining in his chair. "Yeah, well, to be honest, I wasn't planning on ever coming back," I smiled, "seeing as how you didn't do shit to help her talk before." "I told you, Brett, with the right regimen of prescription-" "Yeah, yeah, yeah, throw a bunch of pills at her, I remember. Look, the girl doesn't need pills, she's not sick, she's grieving." "She's experienced a traumatic event that could-" "Yeah, I remember, but look, I got her the Xanax, like we agreed on, and explained it to her, and the next day I found the bottle in the trash. She doesn't want to take that shit, and I don't want her to either, end of story." "It's perfectly understandable to feel that way, but-" "Good, so how was it? Your little visit? Did she say anything to you?" I cut him off, my patience wearing thin. "You know I can't tell you that," he replied, finally able to get one on me. "Doctor-patient confidentiality." "I'm her legal guardian!" I protested. "Yes well she's an adult now, so that doesn't mean squat." He laughed, sitting back in his chair. "Ok, ok, well can you tell me if she spoke? Yes or no? If she didn't say anything the entire time, then there's nothing to keep confidential, is there?" I saw the cogs working in his head as he scratched his chin, thinking intently. "No, she didn't say anything." He finally replied. "Nothing? No noises, no sounds?" "No, nothing" he repeated. "But she did seem a little more animated, a little bit healthier, but that was just body language. Why?" "Well, it's just, well, she's started this whole new thing," I told him, then over the course of about a half an hour I explained everything, the stuffed cat, the meowing and crawling and licking out of bowls, how she'd even recently begun insisting that I cut up her food and place it in a bowl so she could eat it on the floor, everything she'd been doing the past couple weeks. Well, I did leave out a couple of things. I didn't tell him about the petting, or the cheek kissing or nibbling or licking, I didn't tell him she slept in my bed every night now, or that every night she'd sit in my lap and nuzzle against me while I tried to concentrate on anything besides my throbbing erection. He sat there and listened to everything, nodding and rubbing his chin, and at the end he sat quietly for a moment. "Well?" I finally asked, growing impatient. "Brett, you're not going to like what I have to say." "I never do, spit it out." "Well, on the one hand, this could be harmless, it might just be a way she's been able to open up to you, something that makes her feel safe and comfortable enough that she can begin healing." "Well great, there we go, that's all I needed to hear," I laughed, standing up, but Dr. Jennings grabbed my knee and I slowly sat back down. "However, Brett, this could be something incredibly serious. This could be the first symptoms of a larger issue, possibly dissociative in nature, and if we don't treat it now, it could destabilize her psyche and do very real, permanent damage." "Oh, well, dissociative?" I asked. "Schizophrenia, multiple personality disorders, that sort of thing. It's early and it's hard to tell, especially when she won't talk to me, but-" "Ok, ok, so what do you want to do?" I asked bluntly, crossing my arms. "I want to start seeing her again, twice a week, and I want you to go back to the psychiatrist and get her on those anti depressants and anti anxiety meds. It'll be a good start, and if we can't-" "A start? Jesus, doc, what all are you gonna do to her to get her to stop pretending she's a cat?" I groaned, shaking my head in disbelief. "Well, if that doesn't work, we might have to have to up the meds, possibly consider more drastic options, shock therapy, for one, has been known to-" "Shock therapy?" I yelled, almost pulling my hair out. "Shock therapy?" "Lower your voice, or she'll be able to hear you from the lobby." "No, no fucking way! I've heard enough, Jennings, this is the biggest load of bullshit anyone's ever tried to get me to swallow, and you know it!" I don't even remember standing up, but somehow I was towering over him as he sat calmly, staring up at me. "I'm simply trying to do what's best for-" "Ah fuck off!" I yelled, grabbing the door. "Yes, well, Mr. Meyer, if you're not prepared to get her the proper treatment, you very well may end up the proud owner of a cat for the rest of your life," he told me, smug and self assured. "Yeah, well," I roared, opening the door. "She'll be the best god damn cat anyone's ever had!" I have to admit I probably looked insane, slamming the door behind me, turning to see a lobby full of parents and kids, maybe none total, staring up at me, jaws dropped in confusion, silent. In the corners huddled up in a little ball, was Danika, hiding her face in her stuffed cat and staring at the ground. I regained my composure and shook it off, taking a deep breath or two before walking up to her. "Come on, let's get out of here," I told her, holding out my hand. She was reluctant, staring up at me with big, scared eyes, but she looked into my eyes and I smiled, and she slowly put her hand in mine. I was still furious on the drive home, trying not to speed as we drove in silence. "Meow?" She asked, and I shook my head. "We're never going back there, I'm never gonna take you to see that fuckwad shrink again, ok, kitten, I promise." I assured her, reaching over and grabbing her hand. She looked away, then turned back to me. "Meow?" She asked again. "Yeah, I'm a little angry, ok, but not at you, never at you, understand? I'm not going to sit here and let anyone tell me that you need to be stuffed with pills because you're, a little, well," I looked at her, shrugging a little, "eccentric." She stared up at me, and a I felt a big, goofy grin stretch across my face. I started laughing, giggling at first, then it turned into a robust, enveloping laughter. It was all so silly, it all seemed so funny to me. Danika laughed too. She was eccentric, she wanted to be a kitten, and that was just going to have to work for us, and it was funny. We rode the rest of the way home holding hands and listening to The Smiths. She brought my hand up to her lips and kissed it and nuzzled it more than once, and when we were getting closer to our place, I felt amazing. The past couple weeks had been wonderful. Sure, all Danika would say to me was meow, but I understood what she meant most of the time, the other times id just pretend to know and say whatever I felt like. And I'd been happier with her being my kitten than I'd been in a long time. She cooked and cleaned now, she slept in my bed every night, and even though I was always stiff and rock hard when I went to sleep, I'd have such vivid sexual dreams just from her sleeping next to me that I never once felt sexually frustrated. I was happy, and if living her life like a cat made Danika happy, so be it. My Niece, The Kitten I pulled up at my house and we walked to the door, then an echo of something Dr. Jennings had said just kind of got to me. I opened the door and let Danny inside, then I grabbed her and I pulled her up against me, her breasts pressing against me as I held her close by the back of her neck. "No, you know what? Get started on dinner," I demanded, spanking her ass and grabbing her throat. "I'll be back in an hour, and I'll have presents." With that I pulled her face close to mine and kissed her. It was the first time our lips had met and I know I caught her by surprise, but after a second she latched onto me, jumping and wrapping her legs around my body and she kissed and bit and tongued me ferociously. "Ok, ok," I laughed, petting her back as she clung to me, kissing my face and cheeks and neck over and over again. "Ok, kitten, ok, I'll be back soon," I said, setting her down on the floor, and as she looked up at me, I'd never seen her show off such a big smile. ************* When I came back home, the lights were dimmed, and Danny was in the kitchen lit candles and classical music playing in the background, dishing out two plates of spaghetti and meatballs. She'd really started to improve on her cooking, and my stomach grumbled with hunger. "Oh, smells delicious, I said, setting the two bags down near the entranceway. I looked up at her facing me, wearing a beautiful black apron, basically French maid as all hell, looking incredible: earrings, a pearl necklace, fresh makeup and beautiful black hair done up in a cute little bun. "Meow?" She asked, but I shook my head. "It can wait till after dinner, you'll have to be patient, but I think you're gonna love it," I smiled, grabbing one of the bags. "Oh, but I did get us a couple bottles of wine, to celebrate never going back to that quack." I laughed, holding one up and shaking it at her. "Mind grabbing us a couple of wine glasses?" I asked, pointing towards the cabinets behind her. She gave me a sly look, with a devilishly mischievous smile, sending shivers down my spine, before turning around and opening the cupboard, revealing her entirely bare back side. The apron was all she was wearing, besides some cute little black flats and high white socks, she was completely naked. I gasped in shock as I stated at her ass, round and plump and milky white, and as she turned to me and walked up carrying the two glasses, doing more of a sexy little strut than anything, I could barely contain myself. "Meow?" She asked, and I nodded my head up and down. "Yes, I do, I like your outfit a lot," I told her, grabbing the glasses from her hand and setting them on the counter with the bottle of wine. The. I grabbed her by the throat and pulled her body against mine. We kissed, hungrily and passionately, my hands cupping her ass and groping her flesh, her pussy so wet that my fingers were coated without even having to penetrate her. We slowed down for a moment to hold each other and catch our breath but we were interrupted by my rumbling belly. She giggled and I shrugged. "Dinner?" I asked, and she nodded, grabbing our plates and setting them on the table while I opened the wine and sat down. But instead of sitting on the floor like she usually insisted, or even sitting in her own seat, she waved me back and when I pulled my chair out from the table, she sat in my lap. She kissed me while I poured out wine and grinded against me as we ate. My hand was pinned behind her so she did ask the work, feeding me one bite at a time while grinding up against my stuff cock. I swear, I could feel her juices permeating my pants, leaving a growing spot that was warm and wet on my upper thigh. "Fuck, kitten," I whispered as we were nearing the end of our meal. I almost couldn't take it anymore, j was ready to strip her naked and fuck her in the kitchen when I remembered the psychologists office and I had a quick, painful realization. I looked away from her, and I'm sure she sensed the sadness in my eyes because she set down the fork and pressed her face against mine,, nuzzling me and kissing my cheek. I finally grabbed her by the arms and pulled her back, my heart breaking as I realized what I was going to have to ask of her. "Look, Danny, I need to know, I need hear you tell me that this is what you want. That you're ok, and you understand what's happening." She frowned, her big for eyes going soft and watering, tears beginning to spill down her cheeks. "I'm sorry baby, I am, it's just, you can stay a kitty, for as long as you like, forever even, I promise, but, I just, I need to know I'm not taking advantage of you. I need to know that you want this as much as you, and you're capable of making this decision." I looked up at her, her bottom lip trembling, tears streaming down her face, and my stomach did flips, realizing I might be asking her to do something she just couldn't do. Maybe the doctor was right, maybe I was a fool trying to see what I wanted to see. She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around my neck, and sobbed quietly, whimpering and squealing as I held her still. I felt her warm breath in my ear, I heard her swallow, steadying her breath. "I love you with all my heart," she whispered, meekly and quietly. I pulled her back, staring in her makeup strewn eyes, petting her face while she whimpered. "But I'm you're uncle, and you're my niece, what the fuck are we doing?" I asked, and she looked up at me, tears streaming down her face as she smiled, her lips trembling. "Meow?" She whimpered, and I exhaled, smiling and shaking my head. Well," I sighed, "I can't really argue with you there. She giggled and I picked her up, scooping her up in my arms and carrying her upstairs. "Meow! Meow!" She protested, but I shushed her. "I'll get your presents ready, but for now I want you to take a bath for me." I told her, carrying her to my room and setting her down on the bed. I stepped into my bathroom and turned on the hot water, grabbed some old bubble bath I had tucked away, making sure it was nice and warm and bubbly for her. When I came back in the room, Danika had removed her apron. She was lying on her back, one hand over her breasts, the other covering her little pussy. "It's ready, want me to carry you?" I asked, and she silently nodded. I walked over and scooped her up in my arms, kissing her and groping her while I took her to my bathroom. I laid her down in it and she grabbed my hand as I backed off, kissing and purring and meowing. "It's ok kitten, I want you to feel fresh rejuvenated. I'll get your presents ready. Do you have any lingerie?" She bit her lip and shook her head no. "Ok, well then come down in my robe, I'll have an outfit ready for you." She nodded ecstatically and I smiled, bending over and kissing her cheeks. She grabbed my face and bit down on my lips, kissing and tonguing me. She was a storm once she got started, and I had to peel myself from her. "Don't take too long," I smiled. I heard her get out of the shower some time later, hopping around upstairs, before she came down. I was sitting on the couch when she walked into the room. She stood by the doorway, hiding half her body, but she'd neglected the robe. Instead, she'd opted to wear nothing at all, her make up fixed and reapplied, her eyes smokey and black, her lips a bright and inviting pink, and her hair in pigtails that ran down the front of her body. "Meow," she greeted me, slowly getting down on her knees, and I smiled. "Not yet, kitten," I told her, getting up and stepping towards her, standing her up straight and giving her a light peck on the cheek before breaking away from her and grabbing her hand. I led her into the dining room and watched as her eyes lit up on the spread. To be honest, I'd gone a little overboard, and after our kiss that afternoon, all bets were off. I'd kind of given up on keeping our relationship in check and went a little crazy. I'd gone to two pet stores, a Halloween shop (lucky for me it was less than a month away), a party supply store, three lingerie stores, and of course, a sex toy shop. On the table, carefully placed out, was the entire spread. From the pet shop there were an assortment of collars in every color I thought she might like, pink, bright blue, white, and of course, black. There was a leash, cat toys, even an oversized bed (meant for a dog, of course). There were little bowls that were pink with paw prints on them that said "kitty." From the costume store I found cat ears headbands, black and white, and costume makeup specifically meant for drawing whiskers. There was a sexy cat costume, which was more of just a black and leopard print corset with frills, a tail that strapped in around your waist, fuzzy, and another collar. From the lingerie store, that's where I went a little bit overboard. I got her little matching pantie and bra sets (thongs, boy shorts, frilly panties, in every color I could find), garter belts, black leather gloves, fishnets and stockings, a couple other corsets in different designs, and my absolute favorite, a pink and white and bright blue set of frilly panties and underwear, matching stockings and garter belt, with wristbands and ankle bands, each adorned by a small brass jingling bell, to complete the outfit. I left my purchase from the sex shop tucked away, thinking it best to bring it out later if need be. Danny's reaction was priceless. She bounced and squealed, jumping and covering her mouth, grabbing the pink collar and fastening it around her neck immediately, then turning to me, turning to the table, then turning to me again, all fast and frazzled. She grabbed my hand and dragged me back to the living room, sitting me down on the couch and bouncing off, returning with a full glass of wine before hurrying off again. I sipped on the wine and tried to ignore my raging hard on while listening to her hum and run around, the light step of her feet pitter pattering quickly through the house, back and forth to the bathroom. It felt like an eternity before she quieted down, but my imagination drifted off as I listened to the music playing in the background, letting my head swim with excitement. Finally, I didn't hear any more movement or scurrying. "Meow," she called from the doorway behind the couch. I turned to find her in the colorful lingerie outfit, with a pink collar, leash attached, all the arm bands and ankle bands on, pink kitty ear headband, and her make up changed so her nose had a black little triangle and kitty whiskers underneath. I almost lost it then and there. I stood up and she slowly sunk to her hands and knees, reaching out and handing me the leash attached to her collar, and I walked her into the livingroom. "Meow, meow," she purred, but the strap on tail that went along with the costume got caught and slipped free. She stopped to adjust it, frowning and looking a little flustered. "You know, I did get you another tail, a different type of tail," I told her, and her head popped up, curiously. "Well, two, but they're a little bit more.... Risqué." I laughed, and I watched her face turn red. "Want me to get them?" I asked, and she nodded her head. I walked to the corner and grabbed the bag from the sex shop, pulling out two tails, one white, one black, each connected to a metal plug. I carried them back and she looked at them nervously, but excited. "You know where these go, don't you?" I asked, and she pulled off her strap on costume tail. "Meow! Meow!" She bounced, then turned around, lifting her ass to me and shaking it. I tossed the white tail aside and kneeled down. I'd chosen panties that had little openings near the ass and pussy specifically for this purpose, so it wasn't hard to position her panties to expose her tight little asshole. "Stay still, I'm going to have to get your ass nice and wet," I told her, groping her butt and rubbing her clit, realizing her pussy was already dripping and soaking her panties. I picked up her head and reached around, placing two fingers inside her mouth, and she licked and slurped on them, shoving them deep down her throat. "Lube them up, get them nice and wet," I whispered, and when i pulled them from her lips there was a string of spit connecting her lips and my fingers. I shook it off and raised her ass again, slowly sliding my fingers inside. She purred and meowed, quietly whimpering and shivering, while I fingered her ass and stretched it, getting her ready. "Ok, kitten, here it comes," I told her, spitting on the plug and lubing it up before slowly pushing it inside her, spreading her ass wide while she whimpered and groaned, then with a deep sigh pushed past the head and secured the tail in her ass. She sat up, turned around and pulled at it. It was big and long and fluffy, and she played with it and rubbed it against her skin for a moment. "Do you like it?" I asked, and she nodded. "Meow! Meow!" She giggled, getting back on her hands and knees. She crawled over to my legs and started rubbing her face and body against them, raising her ass and purring. I reached down and gave her a light little smack on the ass and she squealed, gasping and staring up at me, delighted. "Come on," I told her, grabbing the leash and pulling her through the room. "Meow!" She giggled, and I brought her to my couch, sitting down, and she sat on the floor, looking up at me. "Meow?" She asked, shaking her ass from side to side. "Of course, get up on my lap," I laughed, and she jumped up, curling against me, nuzzling and kissing and nibbling on my flesh. I held her and we kissed. It was a long, passionate embrace, something we'd both avoided, pretended not to want, for so long. But when I pulled her off my lips and she looked at me, lovingly, sweet, happy, and my heart filled with joy, I knew this was right, this was how it should be. She shyly pulled away and lied facedown on the couch, her ass in my lap, wiggling it from side to side as she stared back at me. I rubbed and groped her plump little ass while she purred, finally reaching back and spanking her cheek. "Oof!" She gasped, biting her lip and staring into my eyes longingly. "Do you like it when your owner spanks you, kitten?" I asked and her face turned bright red, nodding meekly. "Is that what you want? For me to be your owner, for you to belong to me and be my sweet little kitten?" I asked, and she almost exploded with excitement. "Meow! Meow! Meow!" She begged, arching her back and sticking her ass up. I lifted her tail and gave her another spanking, this one a little harder, and she yelped, then settled down again, smiling at me. I spanked her, again and again, until her little rump was turning red and her juices had soaked through my pants and she was squirming and wiggling, gasping for breath. "Had enough, kitten?" I asked, tenderly rubbing her cheeks. "Meow," she replied, nodding and smiling at me, then she got up and turned around, smiling at me as she stared down at the large bulge in my pants. "Meow?" She asked, and I nodded. "Of course you can," I smiled, and she reached forward, slowly unzipping my pants, then reaching in and pulling out my cock. "Mmmmmeow," she purred, kissing and licking the tip. "Have you ever sucked a cock before?" I asked and she turned red, biting her lip. "It's ok, kitten, you don't have to be ashamed. How many cocks have you sucked?" She smiled and held up one finger, and I laughed. "Good girl, now open wide," I whispered, and she sat back, taking a couple deep breaths, then took the biggest breath she could muster and shoved my cock down her throat. It was incredible, the way she lunged at my dick, thrusting it down her throat over and over again, viciously deep throating it, almost violently pressing it all the way down. I'd never had a blowjob like this, I'd never felt such pleasure, well except for... I'm not ashamed to say that I didn't last very long, I'm not sure any man could. She dropped her body off the couch and kept at it, taking deep breaths between pumping my cock down her throat, all the gagging and choking and spit drooling down her chin barely even registering on her face. "Fuck! Kitten, I'm gonna cum soon!" I gasped, and she didn't miss a beat, just kept thrusting me deep down her throat. "Is that where you want my cum? In your mouth?" I asked, and she shook her head a little but didn't stop. I groaned, leaning back, feeling the building climax starting to peak, when I looked over and saw a saucer sitting on the table beside me, an empty coffee mug on top, and an idea popped into my head. I pushed the mug aside and grabbed the saucer, standing up while Danny continued to attack my cock with her throat, and right as I began to cum, I pulled my cock out. "Open up," I demanded, and she held her mouth open while I stroked my cock with one hand and held the saucer under her lips with the other. "Oh, fuck!" I groaned, shooting load after load into her face and on her lips, coating the saucer with a jizz, then I sighed and sat back down. "Here you go, kitten, I thought you might like this better," I smiled, looking down at her smiling at me, her lips and chin covered in cum. I set the saucer down on the ground and smiled. "There you go, kitten, lick it clean," I smiled. "Meow!" She bounced eagerly, bending down and licking at the saucer, purring as she gobbled up my cum. I sat back and watched her. She looked up at me, her face sticky with my cum, and I had a flashback to that first day that she started acting like a cat, with the milk dribbling down her chin. then she crawled into my lap, curling up and nuzzling against me, kissing my chest. "Meow?" She asked as I pet her. "Oh, no, I'm not through with you yet," I laughed grabbing my beer and sipping it. "I just need to recover a little first." "Meow!" She purred, burying her face in my chest. "But there is something I need to ask you, Danny, and I want you to be honest with me," I told her, and I think from my tone and using her real name, she was a little bit worried. "Ever since you've started sleeping in my bed, I've been having these crazy sex dreams, and they were amazing, I'd never felt anything like them until tonight, until that blowjob." I explained, and her face turned beet red, she bit her lip and looked away, and I was afraid she might begin to tear up again. "It's because of you, isn't it? Have you been playing with my cock while I've slept?" I asked and she sniffled, looking away. I grabbed her leash and yanked it, bringing her face close to mine. "Isn't it?" I asked, and she nodded. "Meow..." She admitted, a single tear rolling down her cheeks. "Fuck!" I laughed, kissing her forehead and wiping her tear away. "Holy shit, you're something else." She stared at me, confused, then a tiny smile broke on her face "Meow?" She asked, wrapping her arms around my neck. "No, of course I'm not mad!" I smiled, using my finger to scoop up the globs of cum on her chin and shove them inside her mouth. "Fuck, those blowjobs are the only thing that's kept me sane these past couple weeks, I've wanted you so bad, but I didn't know if, well, I was worried that-" "Shh," she shushed me, putting her finger up to my lips, then kissed me softly. ********************** I got out of the shower and came into my room, drying off slowly as I stared at Danny laying on my bed. She'd taken off the lingerie, keeping the collar and kitty ears, the arm bands and ankle bands, and changed into high white socks with pink bows. She was laying there on her side, hugging a pillow and staring up at me luxuriously, her eyes closed halfway, a pouty little smile on her face. She reached behind herself and grabbed the tail, swishing it back and forth. My Niece, The Kitten "Meow," she purred, and I knew she could see my cock growing. "Are you ready to be a good little kitty for me?" I asked, smiling down at her and tossing the towel aside. She nodded her head and laid on her stomach, pulling the tail up and exposing her wet little pussy to me. "Not yet," I smiled, smacking her ass and climbing in next to her. I flipped her over on her back and grabbed her throat, bringing her lips to mine. "My cock is the first one you've ever sucked, isn't it?" I asked, and she nodded. "You've never been with a man?" I asked, and she shook her head. "Meow," she replied, and I knew the answer was no. "Mmm, fuck," I groaned, my hard cock getting even harder. "You sure you want to do this? There's really no going back after this," I warned her, and she reached forward and wrapped her arms around my neck. She planted a kiss on me with duh force it took me by surprise. I kissed back, biting and groping her little body, my hands searching her flesh, twisting her nipples as she gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head, slowly creeping towards her pussy. "Mmm! Mmm! Meow!" She gasped as my fingers spread her lips and I began rubbing her clit. Her pussy was completely hairless, so soft, her juices practically running down her legs. I played with her clit while she shuddered and gasped, staring into my eyes lovingly. Then I began kissing down her body, biting her neck with my cock pressed against her pussy, then working lower. She whimpered as I pushed off of her so I could kiss and suck on her tits. They were larger than I'd imagined, big and round, her nipples so hard. "Oh! Oh!" She gasped I twisted and sucked, kissing and sucking and biting, groping her flesh. Then I worked lower still, kissing and biting her belly as she squirmed and moaned, finally reaching her pussy. I grabbed her legs and lifted them up, realizing how tiny she was, so soft and delicate, her porcelain skin so white. I bit and kissed her inner thighs and she giggled, squirming and crying out. Then I kissed her clit and she shuddered and fell back. I looked up and she was staring at the cieling, gasping and rubbing her hands over her body, whimpering quietly. I kissed her again and she quivered, gasping and shaking her head from side to side, moaning. Then I went for it, I kissed and sucked, licking her little clit and groaning. She tasted fantastic, her pussy smelled delicious and I could have kissed her for the rest of time. She gasped and squirmed, wrapping her legs around me, then grabbing my head with both hands. I licked and kicked her faster and harder, and she moaned, digging her nails into my skin on the back of my neck, whimpering and panting harder and harder. "Oh god! Oh god! Fuck!" She squealed, and my heart lit on fire at the sound of her using any words beyond 'meow.' "Mmm you like that, don't you kitten?" I whispered, groping her ass and fingering her wet little pussy while I flicked my tongue against her pussy. "Meow! Meow! Mmmmm-" she gasped, her eyelids fluttering, gasping and panting, and I knew she was close to cumming. "Are you gonna be a good little kitty for me? Are you going to cum for me?" I asked, and she quivered. "Meow! Mmm- fuck! Oh fuck!" She groaned, then her body started spasming and shaking, and she gagged, choking and writhing. "Oh god! Oh god! I'm cumming!" She screamed , shaking and digging her nails in. She shook and squirmed, finally settling down. "Meow! Meow!" She wiggled, grabbing me and pulling me up to her, kissing me and biting my lips, wrapping her limbs around me. "Oh fuck, baby," I whispered as she reached down, grabbing my cock and pressing it against her pussy. "Ok? Are you ready?" I asked, and she nodded, biting her lip. "Meow," she purred, and I pressed the tip of my cock against her, her juices quickly soaking my cock, her lips enveloping my cock. "Ok," I whispered, slowly thrusting my cock inside. She wiggled and squirmed, moaning and panting, her pale skin red and flushed. "It might hurt a little bit," I whispered, pressing through the resistance, my cock sliding inside of her, stretching her pussy wide. She gasped and choked, biting her lip and squirming, tears streaming down her cheeks. She dug her fingers into my back and sunk her teeth into my neck, kissing and biting me, whimpering and purring as I pushed through, completely penetrating her wet little pussy. She whimpered and clung close to me, my back stinging as she dug her class in, biting and kissing me, squealing with every thrust. "Oh! Oh!" She whimpered, finally able to take most of my cock, and I grabbed her ass with one hand and lifted her up, pumping her full of my cock as she squirmed. "Oh god! Oh god! It's happening! It's- it's-" and then she screamed, tearing into my flesh and biting down so hard I winced with pain. I could feel her muscles contracting and pushing my cock out, but I was so hard I just shoved it all the way in. "It's too big! It's too big!" She cried as she came, whimpering and squirming. "You can take it, kitten, take my cock," I whispered, and she bit her lip, staring up into my eyes as she trembled, riding her orgasm until her body went limp. I pulled out, lying on my back as she cuddled up close to me, whimpering and shivering, nuzzling her head against me. "Meow," she purred, picking herself up and climbing on top of me, straddling my face. I spanked her ass while she bent down, kissing and licking my thighs. "Are you going to be a good little kitten and lick my cock clean of your juices?" I asked, spanking her so hard she jumped a little. "Meow!" She replied, sucking and kissing me, holding my shaft while she licked the surrounding area, even my balls clean. I lifted her tail to get a good look at her pussy, so small and delicate. I spread her cheeks and started fingering her, thrusting my fingers in, and she gasped and moaned before thrusting my cock down her throat and facefucking herself. I leaned back, shaking my head and panting. "Jesus, kitten, be careful, or you're gonna make me cum and I'll be worthless!" I laughed and she slowed down, licking my shaft and kissing the head of my cock. "Not that slow," I laughed, then leaned forward, licking her and kissing her while I fingered her pussy and pressed on her tail. She whimpered sucking me off while I played with her, groaning and bouncing up and down, grinding her wet little pussy on my face. "Oh! Meow!" She quivered, sitting up straight and grabbing her tits, playing with her nipples while I fingered her and kissed her. "Oh! Oh god! Meow! Meow!" She shrieked, before quivering again, orgasming and crying. She collapsed again, but I was ready for more action, so I spanked her ass. "Get up, it's time for you to ride my cock," I demanded, and she obediently popped up and turned around, straddling me. She gripped my cock and spread her legs, pressing it against her pussy, barely getting down halfway before coming up again. "Is my cock a little bit big for your little pussy, kitten?" I asked, smiling, and she nodded, staring at me and biting her lip. "That's ok, we're just going to have to work on stretching that little pussy out," I told her, and she smiled. "Probably every day," I added, and she giggled, shoving her pussy even further down my cock. She lunged forward, kissing me as she bounced up and down. She purred in my ear and nibbled on my neck, and I reached down and grabbed her ass, pressing her down further and further on my cock. "Oof!" She squirmed, my cock driving deeper and deeper into her pussy. "Fuck, you're such a good little kitty," I groaned, and she looked up at me with the sweetest for eyes I'd ever seen. She bit her lip, kissing me on the cheek, then sat up, her hands on my belly, then she looked down, grabbing my sides and forcing her pussy down even further. "Mmm!" She squealed, biting her lip as tears streamed down her face. I sat up, grabbing her and holding her still, kissing her, fearful of what she was doing. "Kitten, kitten, please, it's ok, if it hurts you don't have to go all the way," I promised, but she put her finger to my lips and pushed me back. I lied back and she went to work, forcing my cock deeper and deeper while she squirmed, then she gasped and grunted, pressing all the way down before quivering, panting as she came again, burying her face into my chest and whimpering as he little pussy clenched down on my clock. I held her there and rubbed her, my hard dick still buried in her tiny little pussy for some time, while she nuzzled me and kissed me, meowing quietly. "You getting a little worn out?" I asked, and she looked up and nodded. "Meow." I pet her hair and kissed her forehead. "Well I can't cum in your pussy, as much as I'd like too," I groaned, and she looked up at me, a little perturbed. "What? You're not on birth control! We'll have to change that soon. Why? Did you really want my cum inside you that bad?" "Meow...." She responded, sheepishly looking away. "Well, I can cum in another saucer for you, give you a little snack before bed? Or, well," I started, scratching my head. "Meow?" She bounced, staring up at me. "Well, I could cum in your ass, but I don't think-" "Meow!" She squealed, bouncing up and getting on her hands and knees, bending over in front of me and shaking her ass. "Meow! Meow! Meow!" She bounced, grabbing her tail and lifting it. "Aw, baby, I don't know," I said, shaking my head. "I might be a little too big for your ass." She turned back and glared at me, and for a second I forgot who was in charge. With a wiggle and a little squeal, she pulled the tail out, her ass gaping. She tossed it aside and lubed up two fingers, plunging them both deep inside her ass. "Meow?" She purred, playing with herself while I watched. I couldn't help it, but my cock was aching for that ass. "Are you sure?" I gave one last protest, and she giggled. "Meow!" I sighed and got up, straddling her from behind and letting a big glob of spit drip down and onto her ass crack, her gaping ass swallowing it up. "You ready baby?" I asked, and she nodded. I slowly pressed the tip of my cock in. She gave quite a bit of resistance, and more than once my dick slipped past and into her pussy, but after a moment I finally got inside. She whimpered and gasped as I slid my cock in, a quarter of the way, then out, a quarter of the way, then out, then half way down my shaft. "Oh! Oh god! It's so big!" She cried, her fingers digging into the sheets. "Fuck! Baby you're so tight!" I groaned, spanking her ass, and she buried her head in my blankets and started whimpering. "Fuck! Fuck!" I groaned, pressing deeper and deeper, and she quivered, then her body started spasming and her back arched and she screamed, her pussy exploding with juices, shooting down my leg and on my sheets as she squealed "Oh god!" I groaned, unable to hold back anymore, pumping her ass with my cock while I filled her with load after hot load of my cum. "Oh! Fuck! I can feel your hot cum inside me!" She gasped, then collapsed. I fell down with her, pulling my cock out as she whimpered and gasped, my hot cum dribbling out her ass. She looked back, meowing sweetly and quietly while she reached her hand back like a paw, scooping up my cum and licking it clean, then repeating, fingering her ass and swallowing all of my cum, until there was nothing yet. "Fuck!" I laughed, scooping her up in my arms and cradling her against me, kissing her forehead and cheeks, again and again and again. She wiggled and purred, then pushed herself off of me, lowering her body while staring up at me, taking my cock in her hand and shoving it down her throat, licking me clean. ************************** I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. I groaned, rolling over, expecting Danny's embrace, but when I realized she was gone, a little shock of fear went down my spine. I quickly put on some clothes and hurried downstairs. "Danny? Kitten?" I called, the aroma of a fresh pot of coffee greeting me. "'Meow!" She replied, sitting diligently on her hands and knees, an empty bowl in front of her. She had her black kitten ears on, a tight black t shirt and a pair of pink panties completely exposed underneath, a pink collar on and her leash attached the handle in one hand, her tail laid out behind her. "Did you make me coffee?" I laughed, and she placed the leather handle in her mouth, crawling up to me and handing it to me. "Meow!" She replied as I took the leash and led her over to the coffee pot. I poured myself a cup, poured in some cream, then grabbed the milk and walked her back to her bowl, filling it before dropping the leash and putting the milk back in the fridge. I set down her bowl and she smiled, bending over and licking it, her cute little ass sticking out at me. "Meow!" She bubbled, sitting up, her face dripping with milk. "Come up here," I told her, patting my lap, and she giggled, purring as she climbed up. "Good girl, good girl," I told her as she nuzzled my neck, purring and meowing and kissing me. I felt her rubbing her ass against my growing bulge and I knew it wouldn't be long before I bent her over the table and fucked that little pussy of hers again. "It's such a beautiful day outside," I told her, kissing her neck and holding her tight. "How would you feel about going for a walk in the woods, just the two of us?" She bit her lip and looked away, a fearful look in her eyes. I brushed her hair back and kissed her forehead, grabbing the back of her neck. "I can keep you on your leash," I told her, "So you'll know I'm near, and that you're safe." She looked up at me with those big, doe eyes, watering, but only a little bit, and smiled brightly. "I'd like that," She whispered.