The Cat's Meow (Clare one-off)

Contains male-on-futa and futa-on-male. You've been warned.


In the hotel room, Clare quickly undresses you and herself before you've even had a chance to open your suitcase. Shoving you down onto the bed, she crawls up from the foot of the bed. She inches slowly on all fours towards you, her tail swishing back and forth in time with her wide hips and plump ass. Her golden eyes burn with desire, glancing between your face and your erection.

“Thinking about what’s to come?” She asks with a sultry smirk. “Or do you just like what you see?”

A little of both, you say, eyes glued to her curvaceous form.

Her eyes twinkle radiantly as she glides up your body, letting her firm nipples drag across your stomach and chest. The fur on her arms and legs brushes against you with every step further up, the heat from her body radiating off onto yours. Completely over the top of you, she rests her forehead against yours and gazes into your eyes, a happy little smile adorning her face.

“You don’t know how much I like to hear you say things like that,” she says softly, dipping her lips to meet yours before you can respond.

Your hands find the back of her head, stroking her fluffy ears and hair as she gives delicate, affectionate kisses. Her soft lips linger on yours, the tip of her tongue greeting your lips but never venturing further. Every time she breaks the kiss to breath in she holds your bottom lip gently, never letting you go.

Gradually her body lowers until she’s lying completely atop you, her large breasts smooshing out onto your chest, her cock brushing against yours with every breath. Her kisses go on, steadily becoming more and more intense; her rough tongue finally slips into your mouth, gently caressing your own as she explores.

For several minutes her lips and tongue cling and search and suck as her fluffy paws run across your body, caressing and stroking every inch of skin she can touch. She breaks the kiss for longer than just to take another breath and shifts upward, locking her gaze onto yours. The soft fluff of her paw glides over your stomach, dancing its way towards your crotch.

Soon as her paw disappears into the shadows between your bodies you feel her silken, squishy paw pads tickle their way from glans to base. She paused for a moment and then you feel the hot, hard sensation of her cock pressing against yours, held against you in her grip.

Warm, slick fluid begins to trickle around you as Clare’s precum oozes out, covering the both of you in copious quantities. Biting her lower lip, keeping her eyes fixed to yours, she begins to pump. Her paw squeezes and rubs your cocks together, slathering her tacky love juice all over until her soft pads glide effortlessly up and down. She strokes from base to tip, teasing the end of your crown with her thumb for a brief moment before her paw begins its downward stroke.

Clare’s cock throbs and jumps, pulsing in time with her heartbeat. With every few pumps she wiggles her hips and strokes a little faster, alternating between long strokes from the elbow and little flicks with her wrist. She twists her paw side to side, tumbles your cocks in her grasp so that every motion offers a slightly different sensation with every pump.

Stroke by stroke her breathing grows quicker, shallower, and her eyebrows arch in pleasure. Faster and faster her paw strokes up and down, always changing her grip. Your own pre-cum is seeping out in thick streams, adding to the cat’s copious production to keep you both well-lubricated.

Unable to control herself, Clare’s hips begin to rock back and forth in time with her paw. Her thick, sticky cock grinds against the bottom of yours, the little nubs on her shaft pressing in deeply and catching the rim of your glans. Every time they catch and drag over your sensitive areas you shudder in delight, spurring Clare on.

“Does it feel good?” She whispers, reaching behind her with her other paw to knead your balls. She squeezes, tugs, and kneads gently, matching the timing of her paws together.

In response your hands roam across her body, squeezing her thick ass and thighs before coming to her soft waist, clamping down and aiding her rocking motions.

You moan weakly in pleasure, closing your eyes and relaxing as she rubs her cock against yours, jerks you off, and plays with your balls all at once.

A little giggle slips from her throat, quickly followed by her purring. “That’s what I like to hear…”

The vibrations travel through her turgid rod and into yours, adding yet another layer to the pleasure. Her vibrating, bumped, hot cock slips and slides all over yours, only snagging when her thick cum vein catches on yours. Sticky, wet noises emanate from your twined cocks, and without thought you begin to gently grind your hips up into Clare.

“Shh, just leave it me,” she says, letting go of your orbs to press down firmly on your stomach. “You always do so much for me, just relax, my love.”

You quietly accept, allowing her to pleasure you as she desires. Not that it stops your hands from roaming around her body - squeezing her breasts, flicking her nipples, spanking her ass in time with her thrusts, and even dipping a finger or two into her drenched pussy or tugging on Clare’s plump balls.

Clare’s pants are becoming ragged, harsh; occasionally she slips out a moan of her own. Her long, fluid motions from earlier have given way to short, jerky thrusts – almost spasms. The head of her cock manages to catch the bottom of your own, your ridges interlocked as they attempt to slip over the other for several long, blissful seconds, forced together by her tight grip.

A deep pleasure begins to well up, struggling to burst free. Clare smirks as she feels the increased hardness of your cock, the way it twitches and jumps as she continues to grind and pump against you, slathering you in her pre-mirth.

“Do it for me,” she encourages, focusing her efforts on your glans. “Spray all out that milk I love,” she purrs, leaning forward to increase the pressure.

Even without her words you would have climaxed, but her sultry tone urges you along all the more quickly. With one final harsh stroke from Clare you go over the edge. Grabbing tightly onto her thick ass, your fingers sink into her flesh as you jerk and thrust upwards, mashing your cock into hers. In a pleasure drunk groan thick wads of cum distend your cock before boiling out in thick, salty streams. Copious quantities splatter against your stomach and Clare’s, coating both of you in your pearly liquid.

“OH yesss,” Clare hisses out, chasing right after you with her needy eruption. Fountains of her exceptionally thick kittycream jet out like she’s a hose, and she throws her head back and calls your name as powerful contractions spew her juice everywhere; Clare douses the bottom of her breasts and tummy with her spunk, along with your stomach and chest as her paw jerks your cocks in this direction and that. Every spurt flies further than the last, until the final streamer coats your lips and chin.

The thick stand tastes surprisingly sweet – sort of apply. More so than ever before. Dabbling a bit from your chin you poke your finger into Clare’s mouth as she comes down from her orgasmic high. Almost without thought she accepts the digit into her mouth. She licks and sucks your finger clean, holding it in her mouth for several seconds before you pull back.

“Not bad,” she comments with a satisfied smile. “I taste pretty good, if I do say so.”

With a bit of a laugh you agree with her, then ask what she’s been eating to make her cream so thick and sweet.

She collapses against you in a fit of giggles, then whispers “It’s a secret,” into your ear.

That’s no fun, you say, but she’s already nuzzling your shoulder and purring. Sighing you stroke her ears and tail, causing her to purr all the more loudly.

Minutes of nuzzling, petting, cuddling, and words of affection pass between you, until you ask the important question: There’s obviously more on the menu for tonight, yes?

“Of course,” she says playfully, letting out little purrs and happy noises. “Are you just that impatient?”

Well…

“You’re almost as insatiable as I am,” Clare says luridly, planting a quick peck on your lips as she rolls off you.

Copious quantities of semen stick and trail down her stomach as she sits up, prompting her to run a fuzzy digit across the mess and into her mouth.

“Mmm, I love your milk,” she says after licking her finger clean.

Sitting close to how she was before, at your feet, her cock glistens with the sheen of your combined love; she’s already hard again – in fact, it’s practically throbbing. Carefully, she spreads your legs apart, sidling forward on her knees. Her fluffy paws are ticklish and warm on the undersides of your thighs.

The sight of her holding you like this, the way she’s looking at you with such longing and love is enough to bring a new wave of blood to your flaccid cock, bringing it to attention. A few short scoots later, you can feel the tip of her cock pressing against you as she tilts her pelvis to line her up with your backdoor.

“Can I?” She asks.

Like she has to ask – but you’ll get her back after she’s done, you say with a knowing grin.

Licking her lips, Clare pushes forward, holding your legs apart. Her hot cock begins to part you, drawing a grunt from your throat as you relax to accept her. After a few seconds her crown slips in, your asshole drawing shut slightly as the ridge of her glans passes. Her thick, slicked inches slide in with ease, parting your walls, filling you with a comfortable sensation of fullness.

Each nub along her shaft catches on your pucker for a moment before snapping free, pulling a gasp from your throat. Despite her slow pace, there’s so many of the little bumps on her cock that it’s an almost endless sensation. Within moments the head of her cock presses against your prostate, forcing your cock to jerk upright and let loose a thick drop of pre-cum. You moan and clamp down around Clare, drawing a shudder from the cat as her length grinds against the gland, forcing more and more pre-cum out.

Soon she’s fully hilted, and Clare gives a satisfied moan. “Fuck you’re good,” she says, letting her tongue hang out.

She then jerks her hips back quickly, all of her nubs popping free of your tight asshole. The entire length of her thickness drags against your prostate, every little sensation causes your dick to jump and stand painfully erect, desperate for something wet and tight to plunge into.

Even more rapidly she pushes back in, her crotch slapping your ass. Holding your legs out, she nuzzles against one of your calves as she builds into her rhythm, pumping in and out. You reach out to massage and knead her breasts, closing your eyes to focus on all the wonderful physical sensations - the fullness of your ass from Clare’s burning cock, the softness of her ample flesh in your hands.

After minutes, the endless stimulation of your prostate has caused a veritable pool of pre-cum to form around your cock and crotch, though now beginning to show signs of white as you feel a deep pleasure spreading in your loins. Clare releases your legs and snatches your hands from her breasts, interlocking your fingers in her furry digits.

“Can’t… hold it…” Clare moans, gripping your hands tightly as she goes stiff. “Fffuuck!” She yowls as her boiling seed rushes into you. One thick geyser after another splashes into your guts. The sudden heat and the spasming of her cock in your ass trigger your orgasm, splatting your stomach and chest in your own alabaster veneer. The productive cat far outpaces you; she’s still groaning and you can feel rope after rope pump from her cumfactories even after you’ve fired a sizeable amount.

When she’s unloaded everything she has to offer, Clare lets out a satisified sigh and pulls out. Her cock pops free, a rush of her catbatter chasing after and soaking the sheets.

“Mmm, you’ve made quite the mess yourself,” she says, eying your chest as you take long, deep breaths.

You never would have believed it was possible to cum so hard or so much from receiving anal; fortunately Clare had managed to convince you to try. “Looks tasty…”

Leaning over you, she runs her tongue all over, slurping up all the fresh semen along with the remnants from your combined orgasms. The texture of her tongue makes it almost ticklish as she licks you from chest to abs to crotch, making it a point to stop and make sounds of how delicious it is.

Now instead of covered in just jizz, you’re covered in her saliva and jizz. You suggest heading to the bathroom to get cleaned up, and have some fun of your own.

“Sounds fun,” she says luridly, giving your soft cock a long, hard slurp before she stands. Taking your hand, she leads you into the shower.

Waiting a few moments for the water to come up to temperature, Clare slips in and motions for you to follow. “Come in on, the water’s fine~”

You go first, scrubbing and washing Clare clean. Even wet, her fur and hair manage to retain a certain silky softness that makes you want to pet and cuddle with her for hours on end. Starting at her ears, you pinch and stroke a little more than needed, causing the cheshire to shiver.

“You beast~ You know my ears are my weak point,” she says with a mock pout, using her tail to stroke your leg.

That’s not all you say, taking care to lather up arms and paws, making sure that no semen will crust in her fur. Then with body wash and one of those poofy things, you set to work on her body, soaping up her arms, breasts, midriff, back, ass, and especially her cock and sack.

Clare giggles when she begins to stiffen in your grasp, then gives a gasp when you delve your fingers into her cunt. Even right at the entrance you can feel one of her ridges; knowing the pleasure that it brings stirs your erection.

“Can’t wait, can you?” She says with a wink, turning to face you.

Who could possibly wait with a woman like her, you remark, leaning forward to kiss her, starting at her lips and working down towards her neck and collarbones. She says nothing, but rolls her head to the side to allow you easier access to her neck. You begin fingering her and jerking her off at the same time, working slowly and methodically as the hot water cascades down around you.

Just as she begins to gasp and moan you come to a cruel stop.

“Why’d you stop,” Clare says meekly, frowning like a kitten that’s been admonished.

She can’t have all the fun you say, hiking one of her legs up at the same time.

Her face instantly goes from sullen to lewd as she realizes what you’re up to. “Against the wall? You naughty boy…”

You flash her a grin as your hands dip to her ass, lifting her up slightly. Maneuvering carefully, your cock slips under her sack and begins to sink into her steaming womanhood. The tight catcunt spreads easily at your intrusion, but quickly wraps around you as you impale and spread her open. Her fleshy ridges and folds tease and grip, hanging onto each and every inch.

Clare lets out a moan and throws her arms around your neck, nibbling on your ear when you embed fully in her hot cunt. Hauling her ass up further, she quickly wraps her legs around your waist and falls backward, her body pressed between you and the tile wall with your cock nestled deep inside her.

Her tail whips back and forth before curling around your waist, just below her fluff paws as you began to hammer into Clare, grunting and straining. She bounces up and down on you, aided by her own strength and your grip on her ass. In this position she can slide all the way down until her swollen labia come to a rest with a wet slap on your groin, taking every millimeter of your cock as deep into her as possible.

“F-fuck me - hard,” she moans, scratching into your back with her paws, the nails coming out just far enough to leave little pinpricks.

The ridges in her cunt squeeze and hang onto you, practically turning her tight, closed-in snatch into an outtie every time you draw out. Just when it seems like her wet snatch will finally let you go, you thrust back in, battering aside her soft, luxurious folds and push her lips in. Your crown presses and then pushes through her cervix, exploring the depths of her womb.

You grip her soft, sizeable ass, mashing the cheeks together and pulling them apart in time with your thrusts, forcibly increasing her tightness.

On and on you fuck her, bucking up and thrusting the cat up into the air with every reckless action. Her breasts grind against your chest; her nipples are hard as little gemstones, leaving little furrows in your skin as they swing up and down. Her cock rubs up and down your stomach, gliding along its own trail of slick, sticky pre-cum.

She’s moaning your name nonstop, begging for your cum inside her. “Gods I want your kittens so bad,” Clare cries out before silencing herself by biting into your shoulder nearly hard enough to draw blood.

You can feel yourself hitting the limit, urged on by her demands to fill her with a load of kittens-to-be. But, your lover is faster on the draw.

A rippling tightness jolts through Clare like lightning. Her cunt and cock both spray out in time, one pouring clear liquid down your shaft and balls before dripping onto the shower floor and the other hosing your stomach in tendril after tendril of catspunk. Her pussy grips and twists around you as her muscles contract at random, her mind losing its grip on her body for a moment due to the pleasure overload of her dual climax. Her claws draw thin lines across your back as she struggles, partially successful, to control herself.

The wringing, suction-like action of her depths tips you over the edge with her, and in one final, bestial thrust you shift you grip to her waist and force her down onto you at the same time you go onto your tiptoes, practically slamming her into the wall. Your cockhead pierces deep into her womb, just in time for your eruption. “Fuck me pregnant,” she mumbles through closed teeth, her body still tensed from her orgasm.

Boiling from your balls, through your crotch, and up your cock, thick, white-hot loads of virile seed pump out straight into her womb. Clare bites down hard and harder, scratches deeper and deeper as her orgasm continues on and on, her balls and cunt both emptying themselves of everything they have. While her semen drips fruitlessly to the ground, yours continues to pour into her, driven by a desire to impregnate the busty cat.

The afterglow lasts one or two minutes before your legs and arms grow weak, unable to support Clare. Slumping down into the tub with all the grace of a drunk, your cock slips free of her snatch, allowing thick bubbles of your cum to flow out and mix with the water.

Heaving and panting, Clare lingers atop you, smiling as if she were a happy mother-to-be. “Sorry love,” she says, her voice barely audible above the sound of falling water. “No kittens just yet. Soon, though…”