#kitty reader

It was like the word activated something in his brain, a wide smile on his face as he rolled onto his back. “Yay…” he trailed off, content. “I wish though…” he pressed his face back up against the bars. “I wish I could cuddle with you. You’re all soft.”

“Just wait until after naptime, then we can do whatever.”

Silence lingered, and you attempted to sleep once more, curling up under your blankets. You felt yourself start to doze off, until-

“Psssssssst.”

You whipped your head around. “What?”

“What do you like to do when you’re not reading?”

“…I don’t know, sleep?”

“Oh. Okay.” He kept staring at you, as if expecting you to say something else. “Like, now?”

“No, I’m laying here with my eyes closed for fun.”

“…really?”

“No, I’m trying to sleep. You should probably do the same.”

“But I’m not tired.”

“Well…” you rolled over, your back facing him as your tail danced from side to side. “Find someone else to bother then for a bit. I’m sleeping.”

Somehow, he managed to leave you alone. When you woke up, he was still in his cage, scanning the room diligently.

“What are you doing?” You mumbled as you sat up.

“I’m protecting you,” he smiled, attendants slowly coming around to unlock the cages.

Once you both were free, he moved back over to you, nuzzling his face in your neck. “Can we cuddle together now?” He asked, tail wagging. “Please”

You sighed; it was only fair to give him some attention after all… that. “Sure. But I don’t wanna get in trouble for staying in here, let’s find our spot.”

The window was once again, unclaimed. Honestly? You were worried someone sooner or later would find out about the charm of its location, and steal it from you. However, it seemed most of the other hybrids had gathered by a different window, one towards the front of the room.

Your ears twitched as you tried to listen in on what they were discussing.

“It’s not even raining anymore.”

“We don’t have to go in the mud.”

“It’s not cold, either.”

“Yeah, but there’s always someone who goes in the mud anyways, and ruins it for everyone else. That’s why they make everyone stay inside when it rains.”

The schedule answered your next question; now was supposed to be outdoor playtime, but it appeared the weather didn’t permit it, everyone relegated to more indoor playtime. Frankly, you were overjoyed at this revelation.

“Aww…” the puppy sighed, wistfully staring out the window as you got comfortable. “I wanna go roll around in the mud…” he lamented.

“I’ll tell you right now, you do that and cuddling is off the table.” You couldn’t fathom how someone could find such an activity to be pleasant.

“Okay…” he groaned, flopping down into your chest, his voice muffled by your breasts. “Do you ever play outside?”

You shook your head. “Nope.”

It was as if you had dropped a bomb on him. “What? Why?!”

“I’m an indoor cat, bud,” you responded nonchalantly, not even looking up from your reading. You had given up on trying to read to him, going back to the book you had started with.

“Why?”

“Because I’m allergic to the sun.”

He peered over your book, “really?”

“No, that was a joke.”

“Oh…well, what do you do by yourself then?”

You shrugged. “Read. TV. Play a game, plenty of things.” And scratch the couch, and the carpet, and the rug…you thought, keeping those hobbies to yourself.

“Huh…” he looked up at the ceiling, moving lower to sit between your legs. “I wanna go home.”

You set your book down, letting out a sigh as you started to play with his hair; the last thing you wanted was for him to start crying again. “Why?”

“I’m bored. And I miss my owners…but I need to get better at missing them. That’s why they put me here.”

“Wait, wait, wait. You have two owners?”

He nodded, “mmhmm. I have a daddy owner and a mommy owner. Sometimes, I get to sleep in their bed, and they hug me and kiss me,” he smiled, leaning into your touch. “And then they play with me, like how we played earlier.” He let out a dreamy sigh, clearly fantasizing the idea.

You resumed reading your book. “Lucky you.” Admittedly, you were a bit jealous. Your master played with you, that was for sure, but…he was kind of a dick.

“Yeah, they’re both so pretty, it’s so much nicer there than the shelter…” he trailed off. “But I’m bad at missing them. I got in trouble, and that’s why I’m here.”

“What’d you do?”

“Uh…” he sat up, sitting on your lap. “Do you know how the phone works?”

You shrugged, “sorta.” You had never used one, but you got the idea.

“Well, they both have jobs, and they told me to call them if I needed to, but…I called them too much…I just got nervous…their house is really big, and when I’m there by myself, it’s kinda scary!”

You cracked a small smile, visualizing him sitting next to the phone, calling one of his owners at the slightest sound.

“So that’s why I’m here. I’m uh…what was the word…” he snapped his fingers as he tried to remember it. “Code…co…”

“Codependent?”

“Yeah! That one. What about you? Whats your owner like?”

“Hmm…” you thought about how to describe your relationship with your owner. Well, no reason to sugarcoat anything.

“He’s an asshole,” you shrugged.

He looked as if you had just confessed to a murder, eyes wide in disbelief. “…what? Why?”

“He’s just kind of a dick.”

“Why? Does he hit you?”

“Oh, no, no, God, no.” You said with a nervous laugh.

“Cause they’re not supposed to do that, you know!”

“No, no, he just…” you trailed off. “He…well, let’s just say he has a weird way of showing affection. He can say mean things, but he’s usually just joking. But he lets me sleep in his bed, and he pets me for hours while we watch movies, and…”

Maybe you did miss your owner.

The puppy nodded his head as he listened. “Do you love him?”

“Eh…that’s a bit of a loaded question,” you said as you pet his hair.

“Why? I love everyone,” he sang, nuzzling against you. “Everyone is my friend, they just don’t know it yet!”

Spoken like a true puppy.

Even if his question was innocent, you found yourself pondering it for longer than you’d like to admit.

Soon enough, the day came to a close. Everyone gathered their things, waiting for their owners to arrive. The puppy’s tail wagged back and forth as he stared at the doorway, laser-focused.

You weren’t as obvious as he was, but…you were ready to go home. The day could’ve gone worse, sure, but nothing could top being in your own bed with a fuzzy blanket.

You watched as the puppy ran over to his owner; a bearded man with dark hair and clearly defined bags under his eyes, wearing hospital scrubs under a sweatshirt.

He looked exhausted.

Yet even so, his expression softened as his puppy excitedly ran towards him. The puppy was a few inches taller than his owner, but knelt down in front of him without question. His owner pet his head, eyes filled with prideful admiration towards his pup.

You couldn’t stare for long, interrupted by your owner calling your name.

“Over here, silly.”

You looked towards your left, and there he was.

You walked over to him, passing by the puppy and his owner along the way. His owner held his face, looking him over. “What happened to your nose, buddy?”

Oh shit. Oh no.

You walked just a little faster over to your owner.

He gave you a slight smile, patting you on the head; unlike your friend, your master seemed to tower over you. “Hey, you survived. Make any enemies?”

“We need to go. We need to go now.” You weren’t in the mood for jokes.

“Alright, alright, calm down. The thing said I had to like, sign you out or whatever, I don’t know where the hell I’m supposed to do that,” said your owner, looking around the room.

You watched from afar as the puppy explained something to his owner, whose happy expression had faded, an annoyed one taking its place. You couldn’t make out what they were saying, but eventually the puppy looked in your direction.

Then he pointed directly at you.

You tugged on your owner’s sleeve once more. “We need to go. Right now. Come on, we need to go!”

Your owner looked back at you, annoyed. “I already told you, I-”he paused, letting out a disappointed sigh; the look on your face made it easy to put the pieces together. “…what did you do?”

“Nothing, nothing,” you panicked. “It’s just, there might’ve been a misunderstanding…” you trailed off, trying to follow the puppy and his owner with your eyes as you peered over the crowd.

The puppy’s owner grabbed him by the hand, having what looked to be a heated conversation with two daycare attendants as he gestured towards the puppy’s face. The room began to thin out as your owner finally found the sign-out sheet, and you found yourself able to hear more and more of their conversation.

“Why didn’t anyone say something, or call me?” His owner protested. “How do you not know what happened?”

The puppy tried to get his attention by tugging on his sleeve, resting his head on his shoulder. “No no no, I do know what happened! It was just a … a for fun scratch!”

His owner looked exasperated, letting out a sigh as he faced the puppy. “No buddy, it’s right on your face. This is what I meant when I said you need to stand up for yourself.”

You walked ahead of your owner, hoping he’d get the hint. Yet as soon as you made it to the doorway, you quickly learned your owner was not on your side. He grabbed you by the collar, a disapproving look on his face as the puppy and his owner looked in your direction.

“Alright kitty, let’s get this over with.”

—————-

Embarrassment was an understatement.

You sat on the floor next to Callon. He seemed to be in much brighter spirits, wrapping his arms around you and relaxing on your shoulder. He might’ve even been asleep.

“Look man, I’m sorry.” Said your owner. “She uh…she can be a mean motherfucker sometimes,” he laughed. “If he pissed her off, then I don’t know what to tell you.”

I can’t tell if he’s defending me or not.

The puppy’s owner clearly wasn’t having it, his brow furrowed. “Then train her to not scratch people, maybe? You ever consider that? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I don’t know, maybe you should teach your dog a thing or two about personal space? I mean, Jesus Christ,” he gestured over to both of you. “He’s practically humping her right now!”

He kinda was. You didn’t mind.

The comment was enough to make his owner hesitate. “Alright, maybe they just…don’t get along. Maybe we just keep them separated.”

The puppy’s ears perked up. “What? No! She’s my friend.”

“She scratched you-”

“I told you, it was an accident! But she was nice to me. No one else wanted to play with me, but she played with me!”

“Oh, how sweet,” said your owner. “Then that’s that, accidents happen, I’ll trim her claws-”

The puppy kept going. “She let me lay on her, and she read me a book, and we napped together, and then I had this dream that she was gonna be my mate.”

His owner looked petrified.

The puppy continued. “Then during nap-time, I got really hard, and I tried to hump my stuffie instead-”

Your face flushed red at the idea of him recounting the ordeal to your owner.

Someone. Anything. Please kill me so I don’t die of embarrassment. “Shut-up,” you hissed through gritted teeth.

Your owner looked as if he was about to burst out laughing, a hand covering his mouth. “No buddy, you keep going. What happened during nap-time?”

You shot him a dirty look; one that made it clear you’d take your frustrations out on the couch.

“I couldn’t help myself…” the puppy trailed off, a sheepish look on his face for only a second before he lost his sense of shame. “So I started to touch myself, but then I realized,” he started to slide down his pants, his cock hard against the fabric as he recounted the memory, “that it would actually fit through the cage, so I-”

“Okay buddy, let’s…” his owner quickly grabbed him by his waist, pulling his shorts back up. “Let’s not…let’s not do that. We don’t show strangers our puppy parts.”

“But then I fit it through the cage, and then we played, and it was really fun! And we got to cuddle afterwards, and she really soft…”

His owner let out another disappointed sigh, this one longer than the others as he held his face in his hands. “Well…”

Your owner shrugged, “I feel like the scratch is the least of our worries.”

“Yeah, just…alright, you know what, we’ll just…let bygones be bygones.” The puppy’s owner seemed to be smart enough to know keeping you separated would only make it worse; he had mated you once, it was inevitable he’d want to do it again. “Just…” he looked back to your owner. “Could you trim her claws, please?”

Uuuuuuuuuuuuugh.

“Yep. Well uh…sorry about that.” Despite his words, it was clear your owner still found the situation humorous. “I guess we’ll uh…see you tomorrow?”

—————-

The drive home was awkward. Well, for you at least.

“I mean, why’d he look kinda hung?” Your owner laughed as he drove you back home. “Like damn, I didn’t even know puppyboys could be that big.”

You stared out the window. You were already over this conversation.

“Oh come on,” he playfully nudged your shoulder. “Don’t be like that.”

You soon arrived back at home, never before so happy to see your owner’s apartment; it still felt strange to call the space your own, at times. You curled up onto one of the chairs, tired and ready for the day to be over.

“You know,” your owner approached, petting your head. “I do gotta ask.”

“What?”

“You like it? Did it feel good?” His voice was lower, no longer joking around. “I knew you were a whore, but getting a cute little puppyboy to fuck you? On the first day? That’s something else.”

God damn it. The tone of his voice, the way he scratched behind your ears, his hand moving lower across your back. You knew what he was playing at, and your body responded accordingly.

“I’m not sure I trust a puppyboy like that to fuck you properly.” His hand moved towards your legs, fingers running across your skin. “Why don’t you spread your legs for me, just to make sure he didn’t hurt you?”

You leaned back in the chair before hesitantly obeying his command. He slipped your panties off, your pussy getting wet from his words alone.

“Oh, kitty, what’s got you so worked up?” He asked, fake concern in his tone. “Thinking about earlier today? Your little rendezvous?”

“No…” truthfully, there were multiple ideas on your mind; although that was one of them.

“Maybe you’re thinking about what’s going to happen to that puppy. What his owner’s going to do to him,” said your owner as he sat down in front of you. “I think you’re like me,” he said as he brushed his thumb over your clit.

You bit your lip, sensitive to the touch. “…what do you mean?”

He dragged his tongue from the bottom to the top of your cunt, licking your clit. “I think you like being in control. Being in charge.” He continued, pressing his tongue inside.

You couldn’t help but grab his hair as he ate you out. The feeling of his tongue, the picture of the puppy getting punished; maybe he’d be spanked. Maybe he’d be fucked in the ass. Maybe he’d be tied up. There was no shortage of ideas rushing through your mind.

“I’d love to watch you take control of someone. Make him your bitch,” said your owner. He pushed a finger inside with ease, moving it back and forth. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You nodded your head, breaths growing quicker as you failed to reply.

He let out a quiet laugh. “I figured you would. But I still own you, remember?” He slipped another finger inside, your eager cunt ready for more. “No matter who fucks you, cums in you, anything. This pussy belongs to me. Got it?”

You nodded once more. “Yes sir, I-”

He moved his fingers faster, the sounds of your wet cunt filling the room. “Say it. Who does this pussy belong to?”

“‘My-my pussy belongs to you, sir!” You felt him curl his fingers, pushing against your g-spot. He hadn’t even taken his cock out, and you were already about to cum.

“That’s right, good girl,” he cooed, dragging out each word. He continued to finger you, using his other hand to rub your clit. You felt yourself getting tighter, your hand squeezing his fingers as you got closer and closer to cumming.

Your head jolted back as you climaxed, your body shaking as he pulled his fingers out of you. You breathed heavily, looking up at him with weary eyes.

You were ready, that much was clear. Ready to be fucked, ready to be bred, your pussy still wanting more. It didn’t matter if you had one load inside you already, you wanted your owner, no, your master’s cock.

You spread your legs a little wider, wet cunt on display to tease him. You watched him eagerly, waiting to watch him pull out his cock.

Instead, he walked away. “I think you’ve gotten your fill for the day,” he smirked.

…asshole.

——————

The next day, the sun had come out. The grass was dry and the sky was clear: maybe you’d play outside today.

You walked inside, skimming the room for your friend, unable to find him. You set up in the same corner as yesterday; when he showed up, he found you quickly.

Unlike yesterday however, his movements today were slow, almost methodical, as if he was thinking out every step. He sat down beside you, holding his legs close to his chest and resting his head on his knees.

He looks so…sad.

He was quiet, looking down as his fluffy tail slowly swayed from side to side, dragging across the floor.

You weren’t sure what to say.

“…hey,” you mumbled, only trying to get his attention.

He looked up at you without lifting his head. His eyes were wide and wet, as if he’d been crying. “Hi…”

“You okay?”

He nodded. “It’s fine…I just…I got in trouble for yesterday. And I think I got you in trouble too.”

I mean, not really. Unless ruined orgasms count as getting in trouble.

“What happened?” You asked.

He looked from side to side, confirming no one was looking at the two of you, both mostly obscured by a cabinet in front of you. He pulled down his shorts, revealing a sky-blue colored chastity cage, keeping his soft cock in place.

It looked almost like one of your toys, shiny plastic reflecting against fluorescent lights. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you immediately touched it. It was a little cold, his balls heavy underneath.

He let out a quiet whimper before biting his lip. “I…I’m not supposed to touch it. They said I shouldn’t be playing with people I don’t know.” He looked up at you, unbothered by your poking and prodding. “But I told them I do know you. You’re my friend.”

On one hand, the puppy seemed incredibly easy to manipulate. On the other…you did feel kinda bad. “Well-”

“They took away my rabbit toy too.”

“Why?” You asked, still absentmindedly running your thumb over his balls.

“Because I kept humping it,” he sighed, resting his head on your shoulder. “But…it feels nice when you touch…” he trailed off. “Soft…”

You continued to lightly tap your fingers along his balls. It was kinda fun, honestly. Like swatting around one of your toys at home. You gave them a gentle squeeze, and he instantly covered his mouth, stifling a moan.

“Wait…can you…can you do that again? Please?”

Maybe your reading could wait.

Part 3

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Sorry all my writing is taking 72009999 bajillion years, I’m kinda burnt out creatively with all the stuff I’ve had to do for work, so we just. Yep. We doin puppyplay now. That’s all I got. Brain no work for bigger stories rn…

New environments for you were very stressful and overwhelming for your little kitten brain. The unfamiliar sounds, smells, and sights created a sense of chaos that was hard to process.

But being Gerard’s new kitten wasn’t so bad; she was really kind and patient with you, gently reassuring you amid the constant change of scenery, which made adjusting difficult.

Gerard had brought you home just a week or two ago, so you were still feeling anxious about the unfamiliar surroundings. Every new corner and shadow seemed to amplify your unease.

Since Gerard loved bringing you to her office — a spacious, well-organized room — and showing you off to her colleagues, it often left you exhausted. She regularly introduced you to new people, which added to your tiredness, even as they cooed over your adorable face.

Her office was spotless and tidy. Her sleek desk had two large monitors with bright screens, a mechanical keyboard with glowing keys, and a stack of neatly arranged files and folders on a polished wooden cupboard. A colorful calendar with clearly marked meeting times hung on the wall behind her, while a mug filled with pens and pencils rested beside a ringing telephone, jolting you when it sounded.

In the corner of her office was your special space — a soft, plush gray bed and your favorite stuffed animal, which Gerard had gifted you when she first introduced you to her office environment.

You curled up on your bed, ears twitching at every outside sound — whether the soft footsteps across the plush carpet, distant muffled conversations outside her door, or the faint hum of activity within the office.

Noticing your stressed expression, Gerard paused her typing, set aside her mouse, and approached quietly. She knelt to your level, gently scratching your ears with a tender smile. "Kitten, are you okay? You seem stressed," she asked with concern evident in her voice as she continued petting you.

Leaning into her touch, you hummed softly. “Fine — just a little stressed," you murmured, purring as her soothing scratches eased some of your tension.

"Would you like some help relieving that stress, dear?" she asked warmly. You nodded eagerly, eyes pleading for her to play with you — you missed your playtime and knew she was about to make it fun.

It had been so long since you last played; her busy work schedule kept her from spending as much time with you as you liked.

She smiled gently and walked over to the window in her office, pulling down the blinds to dim the sunlight. Your tail swayed happily in anticipation. “You need to be a good kitten and stay quiet, okay?" she said softly, a playful tone in her voice. You nodded enthusiastically, excited for the fun to come.

Spreading your legs instinctively, which made Gerard smirk, “You’re such a little kitten for me.” Kissing your neck and sucking on your sensitive spots making you whimper, closing your eyes shut.

Slowly she dragged her hands down to your soaked panties, circling your clothed clit stifling a moan, “Shhh, I told you to be a quiet kitten didn’t I?” You nodded your lips quivering.

Tugging onto your shirt, she took your shirt off thankfully you didn’t wear a bra or it was gonna be harder for Gerard to get on these sweet precious tits of yours.

Her lips latched onto one of them and her finger pinched and played with the other, “A-ah! Geeee~” You whined trying to muffle your moans by covering your mouth with your hand.

Gerard kept sucking on your nipples, switching to the other one as you kept moaning into your hand.

Finally, when she stopped licking and sucking on them, you gasped feeling the cold breeze hit your wet cunt as Gerard pulled them off you, “Awww kitty, you’re so wet…” She smirked playfully.

She carefully adjusted your position until you were lying flat on your plush, oversized bed, the soft sheets cushioning your back. The gentle jingle of your collar slightly jingled as you settled into the new posture, acclimating to the subtle shift in how you were lying.. Your legs were on her shoulders so she could get a better view of your perfect pussy all glistened up just for her.

“God— love this pussy so much, so sweet, so perfect.” She said licking and sucking on your clit, making you squirm from the pleasure of her tongue on your clit.

The sensation felt too good for your poor kitten brain. Your eyes rolled back and your tongue lolled out, “Mmphmm~ Geee…” You moaned softly.

Gerard hummed looking up at your teary eyes, she inserted her finger into your poor pussy as she continued to suck on your swollen clit, "C'mon baby you can cum for me.” She encouraged you as she kept praising sweet things into your cunt.

Another one of her fingers entered you. Scissoring you, “Guh!— c-close..” you warned her, your cat ears twitching from the overwhelming pleasure.

Whimpering as you felt her pull out her fingers from your pussy, she licked her fingers clean, “You think I’m done kitten? Oh, I’m just getting started.” Before you could open your mouth to question her she dived headfirst into your cunt.

Licking and eating you out like you were her last meal, you moaned pretty loudly to the point you were sure the employees could probably hear you. But who cares? You’re playing with Gerard!!

You tugged on her chocolate hair as you resumed to moan, your collar jingling even more from how much you moved your neck and head.

“Gee! Ugh~ close, pl-please!” You alerted her again, your thighs clenching around her head. She didn’t stop, she didn’t even slow down matter in fact she quickened her pace of eating you out almost like a mad man.

Clenching your thighs around her head even harder as you moaned loudly, your eyes rolled back to your head as you came. You practically saw white from how hard you came.

Slowly you relaxed your thighs from her head, she lifted her head smiling at you.

Licking her lips from the last bits of your cum around her mouth, “You taste so good kitty, I hope you’re less stressed out.” She kisses your cheek, your tail happily flickering as you hum.

“Mhmm, less stressed.” Nuzzling your nose into her neck, inhaling her perfume she put on this morning which was still strong.