Thread: Best In Show

Chestnut was a house-cat. Or, to be more specific, she was a house-nekko. Her breed had been created as a gift to the Czarina Catherine II, famous for her voracious sexual appetites and refined tastes. The first generation of the breed had spent its life in the Winter Palace of St. Petersburg - where a family of the cats still lives to this day - but as a result of the sound planning that went into their breeding, this accounted for their near immunity to cold and why, in warmer climes, the resoundingly refused to wear clothes. This was in sharp contrast to most American and European breeds, who either would wear clothes or had more fur, at least on their lower arms and shins. For a Russian Brown show cat, this meant that the importance of clear, unblemished skin was paramount, and so nekko of the, so-called, naked breeds who were born with birthmarks were almost always barred from shows or breeders stock. Being bred for palace life also meant the cats were lazy and of a disposition to spend their lives indoors. Chestnut had made the decision to take a nap for the remainder of the day, and so had splayed herself out on one of the giant floor pillows Master kept around the house for her, this one, at the time, half awash in a puddle of sunshine pouring through the window. Now, after a few hours, the sunshine, which had been on her upper body and face, was down by her knees. As soon as Master said the word Kitty she was instantly awake, though she made no movement to betray this. Her breathing was the same rate as when she was asleep, she did not twitch or open her eyes or move in any way she had not been while she was asleep - with the noted exception that her ears were now standing straight out from her head, perfectly still, and her tail had stopped moving entirely. Given that her tail and ears moved, seemingly on their own, while she was asleep, she had no way of knowing that they even had been moving at all, and this fact is what usually betrayed her elaborate ruse of still being asleep when Master called for her. Her plan was to remain sleeping, really lying lazily on the floor, while Master talked, not wanting to move for the rest of the day after a large meal of consisting of a heaping bowl of chicken hash and a clam and fish chowder, which she had eaten out of her bowl in the downstairs breakfast room. If she had her way, she would lie in this exact same spot until either night fell, or perhaps breakfast the next morning - depending on how she felt in a few hours. This plan, however, was foiled by Master doing one thing which she could not resist but react to, almost against her will. He unzipped his fly. Before she consciously knew what she was doing, Chestnut was bounding off of the pillow and landing a few feet in front of the chair Master was sitting in, and then, doing a hard 180 on the hard-wood floor, bounded toward Master, her thighs and palms slamming in his chair between his knees, moving Master's chair back a almost a good inch. Nekko detested touching their food with their hands, or anything that was going to go into their mouths - they ate and drank out of bowls placed on the floor and carried food, when they had to, in their teeth, rather than hold it in their hands. Even something so unimaginably delicious as special cream, the catnip of nekkos, a nekko would never touch it with her hands. She was pushing her face in Master's crotch even before his hand had moved away, pressing her nose against Master's cock and hand which had been touching the cock and she licked his hands, tasting the unmistakable musky goodness of the inside of Master's pants. Her breasts pressed into Master's thighs and the cushion on the edge of the chair between them. She was already licking the shaft of his cock, and rubbing the top of her head against his hands, wanting to be pet, coaxing the cock to become harder, knowing she wouldn't be getting any special cream unless she made Master feel good enough to cum. In a the two or so seconds this took, from the time Master began unzipping his pants to where Chestnut was licking at his rapidly hardening penis, Chestnut came fully away and yawned, her hot breath washing over Master's cock for a moment before she went back to licking. Good morning, Master, she said quietly, her voice soft and lilting and quiet, though it was not morning, being closer to three in the afternoon. Then she opened her mouth wide and wrapped her lips around the head of Master's cock, sliding her lips down the shaft and grinding the tip into the roof of her mouth - she was purring now, Master's fingers in her hair, and the more he pet and scratched her, the more she purred. The more she purred, the more her mouth vibrated Master's cock, and the faster she would get her special cream...