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The ray	By : SWK Category: +G through L > Kid vs. Kat Views: 8462 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Kid vs Kat and its characters are a creation of Ytv for Jetix, and Rob Boutilier. I don't claim ownership of their products, much less do I perceive an monetary gain from this work. This is an adult parody made to just kill the time.

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Well, we're finally on the chapter were I hit an wall that so far hasn't gone down... there are another five more pages which could be a short next chapter... but well, let's hope I manage to break that annoying obstacle.
Millie looked at the glass of water on her hand and frowned, why had she done that? Why had she spit the water that her father was about to drink? She kept her attention focused on it, not understanding why she had done it, but somehow knowing that it was a must that her father drank the contaminated water on that glass.
“Hey Daddy, are you thirsty?” She suddenly asked, her eyes focusing on the man who now lowered his newspaper, smiling at her.
“Sure sweetheart.” He hasn't even doubted her, much less suspected that the water wasn't exactly clean, “Hmm, how refreshing, thanks honey!”
“Think nothing of it, Daddy...” She swayed a little on the spot, trying to look innocent and adorable, her big eyes looking at him, her lips wavering. “Can I have an sleepover with Phoebe tonight?”
Burt sighed, before he smiled indulgently at her:
“Sure, but only if her father approves.”
She jumped on to him, hugging the lights out of his body, earning a grunt then a soft laugh from the man that quickly surrounded her with his arms.
A yawn, a mighty one then emerged from the him, who suddenly seemed a little sluggish.
“How curious, I'm suddenly...” With a soft lowering of his head, Burt was then asleep. Which surprised and also pleased the young girl quite a lot, as that left her quite free to do as she pleased on the house.
Stepping down from her Dad, who had put her on his lap when he hugged her, Millie soon walked up to the phone, knowing that she had to implement the next step of her plan. When to her surprise, the doorbell ringed and interrupted her travel to the phone.
“Coming!”
It didn't take her that long to reach the door, gasping lightly when she found there a now quite blushing and fidgeting blonde girl, who looked at her and tensed slightly, her eyes narrowing.
“Millie...”
“Fiona...”
Deep, really deep inside of her, Millie wanted to put down the foot and ask the girl to leave, but said part was soon exterminated with brutality by something else, her mind suddenly urging her to let the girl enter, to admit her on her new life and share, enjoy.
“Is Coop available?” Asked Fiona, her voice quivering lightly, as if the girl had experimented joy by just naming her brother.
“He's upstairs, asleep... had a long night, apparently.” Answered Millie, stepping aside to let the fidgeting blonde enter the house. Her eyes now firmly put on her backside enjoying the sight, uncaring of the uncomfortable look that Fiona send at her.
“It's... something wrong with my skirt?” Prompted the girl, who tried to look at her backside with obvious difficulty, which made the bluenette smirk knowingly.
“Nothing wrong... I just noticed that your undergarments don't make lines...”
A blush soon emerged from the blonde, who stammered an excuse to no avail.
“I... well.”
“Or maybe I'm just seeing things. Don't mind me,” Answered the bluenette, who slowly began to walk back to the door, which caught the attention of the blonde.
“W-where are you going?”
“Toward Phoebe's house across the street, to expend a little time there... I warn you, in two or four hours we'll come here for a sleepover party. Be sure to not be here... you know how she gets.” ––Not giving the blonde a chance to answer that, Millie soon added––, “Daddy's on the living room, out like a rock, Coop's upstairs, asleep... if you're careful, you might have two hours for yourselves... bye-bye!”
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Fiona gaped at the now closed door, not believing what she had heard, or even trusting her ears. Had Millie, Coop nine years old sister implied what she thought she did? The uncomfortable twist on her entrails, that flipped back and forth seemed to think that yes, she had done so, while her mind thought of such a thing as irrational.
Then why is your fanny trembling, uh?
“Stop that!” Hissed the blonde, annoyed at that fastidious voice that had been whispering lewd things at her for hours since they came back from their walk on the forest.
Why?
“Because mommy told me that doing that is bad... that I shouldn't...”
And we both know that she's lying. We've seen her do it with Daddy... over and over. Why is it fine for her to do it, but wrong when you're involved?
That left the blonde twelve year old girl confused, why indeed was such a thing wrong when she was involved? No one seemed willing to answer her that, constantly repeating the same thing, over and over again.
“Just wait until you're older...” Muttered Fiona disdainfully, she needed answers now. She had always needed answers right the moment she asked the question, if adults weren't such cowardly hypocrites on their behavior, she would at least known why she shouldn't be here, thinking about doing that with a boy that she liked, very, very much.
Master is upstairs, probably asleep... we could surprise him.
The girl trembled a little at the idea as an rush of images roamed her mind, making her gasp loudly as she felt another twig down there, her legs trembling slightly.
“I'm not sure...”
Master's upstairs...
Fiona looked at the sleeping man, who seemed to be out of action for a long time. Surely, she could just go there and... Blushing madly, the girl looked back at the man, then walked toward the stairs, her heart menacing to break free from her chest at any minute. With each new step her breath quickened, and her mind raced with images of what they had done on that dream, of what they had felt.
“Master...” Whispered the blue eyed girl, as she looked around her, searching for his room, soon noticing a door that was definitely male and juvenile.
With slow and deliberate care, Fiona opened up the door, cringing lightly when the frame creaked a little too loudly for her tastes as she entered such a forbidden place, her mind projecting a plethora of images and messages while she just stood there, conflicted.
“Look here, honey... if that loser of a boy invites you to his bedroom, kick him on the nards... and once he's down, kick him again and again until he stops moving... I'll take care of the rest.”
Master is there, sleeping...
“Fiona, sweetheart. I know that you're curious, believe me, I understand. But its too soon for you to know about... that, in the amount of detail that you want to. Just listen to me, and let it go, for now at least. I promise you that as you get older, you'll know more about it.”
Master. Is. There.
With a conflicted sigh, the blonde girl closed her eyes and thought deeply about what to do. Her eyes opening slowly, now fully convinced that she had taken the right choice, which made her step on to the room, her heart fluttering madly.
I'm sorry, Mom, Aunt Manson... but I need to know more... I want to know more... and if this is something that's going to happen anyway, I want it to be with someone I like...
With slow, deliberate steps, the blonde walked in and closed as silently as she could the door, her hands trembling with a mix of adrenaline and other chemicals that made her felt her chest somewhat feel funny, as if butterflies were doing a rave party on her insides. It took just a moment for her eyes to fall on the sleeping form of her friend, or at least a part of him.
It didn't take that much effort to climb on to his bed, not wanting to be subtle, her mind focusing on the pleasurable memories of her last dream.
“Uh, not now Dad... just, five more minutes please!” Muttered the boy, when she caressed his face, enjoying the tingling feeling that left his skin on her fingertips, his mumblings making her giggle in delight.
“Wake up, Coop...”
He stirred a little at the sound of her voice, moaning softly an smile blossoming on his face...
“Oh... Fiona.”
The mere act of him uttering her name like that, nearly eroded her use of reason, her girlhood spasming severely under her skirt, creating a mess on her clothes that she knew were currently throughly wet. She smiled, then slowly descended at him, her blood rushing on her veins as her lips connected to his own.
She was subtle and delicate at first, knowing that her first attempt at kissing him while he was asleep could only be classified as an butterfly kiss. But that didn't stopped her from planting another peck, this time stronger, eliciting a pleased moan from the brunette, which finally made her lost control as she simply pounced upon him with total abandon.
Her lips colliding with a little too much strength, but it didn't mattered to her as she pushed her tongue inside of him, who stirred awake at her intrusion, fighting the kiss initially, only to kiss her back with as much intensity when he recognized her.
They just stood there, kissing passionately as only two needy lovers could, her hands roaming his torso with total delight, until with a daring move she finally put her hands over the tent of his crotch, which stopped everything as they simply looked at each another in that instant.
“Are... are you sure?”
“I need it, Coop... I want to know if...”
She grabbed his meat, enjoying the feeling of naughtiness that impulsed her every move, memories of what she had done with that member on her dreams assaulting her mind... she caressed it, touched it, adored over its fabric, until she finally surrendered herself to the temptation and with a wicked moan, she stopped kissing him, and put her entire attention on his crotch.
“What... what are you doing?”
“I've... this urge to put it on my mouth...” Confessed shyly the blonde, who didn't looked at Coop at his face, her hands slowly pushing the clothes away from him...
They didn't say anything more after that, just letting their hands act on their instead. The blonde girl looked at the penis, and smiled beautifully at it...
“It's gorgeous, Master...”
“Yeah... w-wait, what did you say?”
Not waiting nor answering, the blonde then made sure to put her hair away from her mouth, as she lowered her mouth over it, her tongue touching the foreskin with pleased glee, enjoying the salty taste before her lips surrounded the covered bulb, slowly pushing down the skin to uncover it, her tongue hungrily and dexterously making circles around it.
“AH! Fiona... ah! W-where did you learn that?”
The question stopped the girl on her tracks, as her head had been bobbing slightly over the member... where had she learned this? How did she knew how to do this? Why did she...? a throb from the penis at her mouth soon erased her question, as she moaned, her eyes going upwards as she finally began to put its entire length on her mouth, as she sucked and increased the pressure on the shaft.
“Oh God... forget it!”
Fiona bobbed her head up and down, enjoying how much pleasure she was giving to the boy with such a lewd act, her tongue tasting every inch of his youthful meat as she had finally uncovered him, the taste increasing with every minute that passed by, until, with a mighty grunt, he began to hump at her mouth, slightly at first which she was grateful for, as his pubes had impacted against her nose.
Getting into the rhythm, the two remained there, she going down, and he pushing up, her moans and his grunts echoing on the room alongside the springs of his bed, the pace becoming frantic until with a last hump, he gasped then moaned, and she felt him shooting at her, her mouth being filled by an bitter substance that for some reason that she couldn't explain, she couldn't get enough of.
It wasn't much, but what she got enabled her mind to work again, her cheeks blushing madly as she just understood what she had just done. Her eyes going toward the now heavy breathing boy who looked at her, a mix of emotions on his eyes.
He's delicious!
“He, he, oops?” Fiona said after gulping the last vestiges of his cum, earning herself such an intense stare that nearly unmade her at that point, especially when she saw that his member went stood back to attention, nearly immediately his eyes were set on her exposed fanny, revealing that she had gone commando.
She opened her mouth, trying to say something when to her surprise, he jumped at her. She didn't knew how he had done that, as he had been on his back mere moments ago, but she was now pinned to the bed, her legs opened and her fanny now being viciously and throughly lapped by him, his tongue roughly caressing her folds, mound and holes, not leaving anything untouched.
Fiona stared at the ceiling, her eyes slightly crossed as Coop returned the favor with quite a lot of fervor, her mind going numb at the intense feeling of pleasure that menaced to overwhelm her senses.
“Ah, ugh! Ah Gaaad!” She mumbled, trying hard to not scream due to his ministrations, especially as his tongue now performed an deep exploration of her, her walls constricting the appendage with desperate need, trying to milk it to no avail as it was too slippery for them to hold still and push deeper within.
His nose constantly rubbed, punched and pressed her mound, sending torrents of pleasure upon her, her breathing becoming erratic and forceful, her mind fully and totally enveloped by euphoria, until, with a last such and push, her breath stopped for just a second.
“Ah, AH!” Her walls then closed in, putting the tongue out of her as an orgasm like no other had finally arrived, leaving her down and dizzy, her chest rising profusely as she sucked air laboriously.
Fiona stood there, unable to do anything else than to breath, which she felt she could barely do at the moment, as her body tingled due to the experience... incapable of stopping the boy that now firmly put himself over her, his penis touching her at a place that all of the adults had warned her that no one else should even touch.
She put her hands over her mouth, knowing somehow that the experience would hurt, which indeed was the case as he began to enter her fanny, stretching her as her fingers hasn't done so before. Her eyes watered at the intrusion, her gasps and moans barely stiffened by her hands as he slowly filled her.
Then, with a last push, he was inside. And she felt strangely completed, as if a part of her had been missing this whole time.
“I'm hurting you?”
She looked at him, her tears now falling down her cheeks toward her shoulders.
“It doesn't matter... Master.” She confessed, enjoying how he looked at her so fiercely after she said that, “I'm whole... I can't explain it, but I feel whole... I guess Mr. Kat messed us up too much... to care anymore.”
“Sorry...”
“Don't be!” She warned, as she pushed her hips at him, slapping his waist against her own, “This isn't the first time one of Kat's schemes ends up benefiting us. We're closer than ever...”
He slowly began to extract himself from her, looking a little nervous.
“I... well... you see...”
“You did it with Millie, isn't it?”
The gasp that emerged from him was answer enough.
“I should be hurt, Master. I shouldn't be doing this, much less calling you my Master... but somehow I don't care about any of that.” A moan, followed by a grunt as he slammed back against her, pain intermixing with pleasure, “I'll do everything for you, AH Oh GAAD!” covering her mouth again, the blue eyed girl then tried to not scream as he began to hump at her, her senses overwhelming the inexperienced girl.
Coop didn't stopped his thrusts, his eyes now holding a firm aura on them, as if he was somehow glad about what she had said, and approved greatly of her decision, which seemed to increase the pleasure.
He was reaching a fast and brutal brutal pace, each hump squashing deliciously her mound against his flesh, sending waves of pleasure that soon replaced the agonizing pain, her inner walls clenching around his shaft with delirious wanton, milking him for every ounce of his cum, when with a last, final push, he reached the end, showering her insides with his seed, igniting once again an orgasm that made her eyes roll inside her head and nearly faint on the spot, her body spasming under his weight as their labored breaths was the only thing their attention was put into.
“What... what does this mean for us?” Asked Coop, who had thankfully moved from atop her to her side, leaving her more room to breath.
“I don't know Coop,” confessed Fiona, still looking at the ceiling, trying to think of something that wasn't sex, but failing miserably at the process. “Something is wrong with us, but we're not even attempting to solve it...” She moved her head slightly and looked at him, who nodded, “You told me about it, even warned me. And I just ignored it... I liked being kissed, caressed, held by you even before this happened.”
“Doesn't explain why you're calling me Master... or...”
“It feels... natural, somehow.” Mused the girl, whose eyes went back to the ceiling, an small smile on her mouth. “I want to be yours, and yours alone Coop. And about Millie, I... part of me is conflicted, repulsed by the idea... but that part is being viciously beaten right now by another one, more focused on the sex and the pleasure that I just felt... said part doesn't mind her, in fact...” ––a Blush, which made her whole face scarlet––, “said part is... excited by the idea of sharing you... which was why I knew that something was wrong with me, as I knew that I didn't cared about Millie like that before.”
“This isn't right... but... it feels so good.”
“We have to be careful, though. We don't know if this was the plan of Mr. Kat the whole time, to make us lost ourselves on this until someone ––most probably our parents––, found us and grounded us for life. Or...”
“We lost ourselves to the pleasure, yeah, I see where you're going with this...”
“What should we do, then?”
“I... something deep inside of me is telling me that nothing, that Mr. Kat had been taken care off, and well, he had been mostly asleep since that night... its as if he was a normal cat instead of an alien...”
“Do you... do you have this feeling that someone is coming to us? That in a matter of days we will find our answers?”
“Yeah... I do.”
“Then... I guess we shouldn't worry about this,” sitting up, Fiona looked at herself and frowned at how messy her clothes where. “Aunt Manson will kill me if I come to the house like this... it's almost too obvious what I did...”
“Do you really need to go?”
“Yeah, I think my Aunt heard me yesterday when I was hum... dreaming about you. I might have mentioned your name a couple of times... that, and Phoebe is coming here, I don't want her to look at me, not when I look like this...”
“What?!”
“Oh... you didn't knew?”
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