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Wild, Wet, and Worked Up	By : Zycho32 Category: +1 through F > Cats Don't Dance Views: 5254 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: The characters in this story are copyright Warner Bros. It’s very doubtful that the characters involved would do this if they were real in any form aside from on paper. This is just what I’d like to see for myself. And if you people think I’m straying a bit too far from feline physiology, well I feel sorry for the fools who have to be stingy about such petty stuff.

"Wild, Wet, and Worked Up”
By Zycho32

A crash of thunder, a torrent of raindrops, all slightly muffled by the secure protection offered by four walls and a ceiling, not to mention the additional comforts provided by a simple cup of coffee, a comfy couch, and a book to read.
Sawyer had it figured that if there was something better that she could be doing at this exact moment, she had no idea just what the hell that would be. Heck, even if she knew, would she want to do it? This itself was the life for her right now. No worries, no chores to do, and no ungodly trips through the downpour to think about. What a blissful situation.
Just add a shot of cum up your womb and you’re all set girl.
Now where the hell did that thought come from?
She held back a snicker as she pondered that. She let a hand move down to her stomach and rested there. In truth, she spent some nights in bed with her hand on her stomach and wishing that she really could get filled up, like a midnight creaming. She couldn’t quite explain it, but it felt comforting feeling that within her as she went on with her life.
It was nearly enough to make her wonder if she ought to ask Danny to move in with her. Still, any rumors and scandals that would arise from this-
She sighed and rolled her eyes, setting the book down for the moment. Really, she did more with that cat than just fucking. For instance, just the other night he took her to a show that simply rocked! She had a lovely time as well as he and got to meet other famous celebrities at the same time. She always held herself with a certain dignity, never showing too much awe at those around you. Danny, however, could never restrain himself, so she really had to play the straight cat with him wherever they went.
And that wasn’t all that happened between the two either. Sometimes it was a movie showing at a theater, perhaps it was a dinner at a nice restaurant, maybe just a good old-fashioned walk around the block and talking about what had been going on and what was gonna happen, and all that kind of junk. Despite the plain language, Danny could be a decent enough talker. He wasn’t one of those beings who’d talk your head off, nor was he one of those ass-kissers who would barely reply except when agreeing with whatever the other person said. He listened a good deal of the time and gave his own two cents when he had that to give. And he DID listen too.
Then every one of those event would lead with him taking her home, walking her to her front door, saying goodnight, giving her a rather nice romantic kiss, then walking back into the taxi-
And she would spend the whole damn night unable to sleep and wishing, almost desperately, that he hadn’t gone back to the frigging taxi and was holding her in his arms, she remembered sadly.
Melancholy pretty much took her over as she peered out a window and watched the rain fall with the occasional lightning flash. If there was ever a drawback to being with him, it was that he always left. Well, it didn’t surprise her to be sure. She never gave him a reason to stay the night, and that alone would start sparking rumors. Why the hell did she care about rumors that she was bedding the fellow? Really, wasn’t half the acting population- at LEAST- thinking that about them? Customs of this time were REALLY a pain in the ass to her.
Ten years ago I wouldn’t be acting like this, she thought to herself. Ten years ago, I would have appreciated those customs and abided by them. I certainly couldn’t back then imagine myself doing these kinds of things…screwing out of wedlock, thinking about getting a male friend to sleep with me, fully exploiting this six-month period to the fullest possible…
Ten years ago, another part of her mind interrupted, you didn’t know anybody like HIM.
That stopped her thinking for a bit. Was he really that influential over her life?
Well, let’s review the facts. You grew up in an upper form of society which consisted of polite beings, beings which plain and simply had no inner fire. You left that society in search for fame, much like everyone else will, and also to give you a feeling of independence, that you were perfectly capable of surviving and thriving on your own. Before HE came along in Hollywood, you dealt with a constant diet of jerks and others who never got you to even consider a friendship, let alone bang the poor bastards. Oh, many of them had the fire within, but you couldn’t help but feel disgusted at them.
And him? She thought to herself.
Isn’t it obvious? He’s what you were looking for, wasn’t he? He had desire and he had determination, not to mention he was- is- quite friendly to anyone. That matters more than the actual sex, since even you can figure there are better lovers out there. Somehow you cannot find anyone better overall than him, it seems.
It’s almost as if he was literally made for you…don’t you think so?
*Knock Knock!*
Now who the hell could that be?

Had she been warned prior to now that Danny was actually going to pay her a visit, she would have prepared accordingly. However, she was taken by surprise at his appearance. Certainly, the fact he was soaking wet was a new one during their times together.
“Danny,” she began, “didn’t you bring an umbrella?”
He had been carefully handling his now soaked boater when he looked up and turned to the taxi, which for some odd reason revved its engines and drove away. He DID bring an umbrella, but he, by some sudden fit of stupidity, forgot about it and left it in the taxi. Must have been too excited about seeing her, he figured.
He sighed. “This seems to always happen to me.”
Sawyer looked at him plainly. “Always?”
“Alright, you got me there…”
She carefully removed the boater from his hands, hung it up on the coat rack. “Either way, you should go get cleaned up. I’ll take care of your clothes.”
He looked at her. “You can do that on your own?”
She felt insulted. “Danny, you’re not the only one who does their own laundry.” This got him humbled, much to her private amusement. He looked cute like that…probably cuter if he was even younger.
She went back to the couch to properly bookmark her book and set it aside as Danny went upstairs to where the bathroom would be. She had a quick look over at his clothes as he ascended the steps and noted he not only got soaking wet, but also a tad muddy. She sighed to herself, figuring that at least he could shower and get his clothes without having to worry about waiting for them.
She followed him up and waited outside the bathroom door until one of his hands held out the pile of clothes. She took the bundle and proceeded to take them to her laundry room when a thought struck her.
She was holding onto every single piece of clothing that Danny was wearing, which meant there was a very naked Danny in the shower at that Exact Moment. Arousal followed this sudden realization with a vengeance.
That’s when she grinned to herself. She was going to have some fun now and liven up her evening.

Danny felt somehow grateful as the warmed up water beat down his fur and skin and washed away the cold water and faint traces of mud that decorated him. He remembered Sawyer telling him at one point that both baths and showers were soothing to the body, but in different ways. A bath, she said, soothed your body into a relaxed state, causing a feeling of serenity to flow within you. Showers, on the other hand, had the added effect of literally washing away your worries, cleansing you of all stress. This worked well, as he forgot about the umbrella and the splashing that got him muddy and the damn taxi-
Then that stretched out to Sawyer, and then imagination ran its course, which made him chuckle to himself. He couldn’t see himself doing THAT to her…even if she begged him.
*Knock, knock!* “Danny? Pardon me, but could I come in a second?”
Danny felt thankful of the covering the stall offered him. The last thing he really needed at this moment was to be laughed at about his thin form. Usually his clothes and his dry fur would disguise it somewhat, but in this situation he was very much exposed. There was a reason he only weighed twenty-plus pounds at any given moment, when it looked like he could push thirty and more.
Hell, it made him quicker and more fluid on the dance floor, so why was he going to complain? He imagined Sawyer could have some complaints about it. She probably hadn’t seen how thin he was yet, since she’d never seen him with his shirt off-
-wait a moment. Did she already leave? He had heard the door opening and closing, but that was only once…maybe she got something while the door was opened?
Just to be sure, he peeked his head from the curtain.
Her small, nimble hands were at work with the first of her buttons running down the sky blue blouse she was wearing. The button had been removed, and the fur below her neck was partially revealed. He already knew her bib had extended all the way down to between her legs- he had the chance to see it up close at the Agency, he remarked with satisfaction. But that small piece was endlessly tempting him to see more, so he found himself wishing she could continue on downward. He found this impossible regardless. She would NEVER…
Her hands slowly, dreamily, moved down to the second button, and removed it with both a calm precision and a slow ease. A bit more of her body was exposed. Oh goodness, he could already see her breasts, however covered they still were, exposed to his sight.
How often had he held them in his hands whenever they were together and as intimate as they were? Countless times? Hell, he could count them on his two hands, but the truth was his brain was in no condition to do any mental activity more than just registering exactly was Sawyer was doing and transmitting it down to his little friend. He could remember feeling how pleasant their touch was and how wrong it would be to mishandle them…
The third and fourth buttons went, and he could see the strap of the bra quite plainly. By now her stomach was beginning to be exposed to him, a thick line of peach surrounded by milky white fur. It looked soft and firm at the same time, a product of her own training, no doubt. He could remember feeling that part of her body once on a date when they were in enough privacy to hold each other, and he found that part of her body soft and comforting. The stomach would eventually lead to her strong, well built hips. Those very hips looked made for bearing children, it would seem.
The fifth and sixth buttons went and soon the blouse was removed and folded neatly before the magic of her fingers. The breasts were quite visible, despite the bra covering them both. In his demented mind, they were perfectly well rounded to Danny, and just the right size. She wasn’t voluptuous by any standards, but she wasn’t flat either. Just absolutely perfect.
His mind completely froze as she bent over, exposing her cleavage as she effortlessly removed her pants, exposing her slim legs and those firm hips of hers. It struck him odd that she would be wearing midnight blue panties, which matched the bra but not the rest of the clothes. Lingerie was not the thing for him- boxers did just fine.
Sawyer. Down to her underwear. Almost completely nude. Hands moving to her back…
The bra was removed cleanly and efficiently.
The sight of her completely exposed breasts left him unable to breath for a short period of time, two perfectly round orbs bathed in milky white, separated by a rich creamy skin tone which flowed between them. The nipples stood out, a sight never before seen by him. They hadn’t yet hardened, but they were decently sized for her breasts and you could tell they were BEGGING to be sucked upon in his eyes.
She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, taking her breasts from his viewpoint unfortunately. But then, he was treated to her reaching back towards her tail, undoing a second clasp, this time on her panties. The clasp itself was placed directly over her tail, but the panties didn’t fall off right away. So she bent down to pull the panties downward. This gave him a direct shot of her sweet rear, which he could have sworn was specifically designed to fit in his lap whether she was facing him or away from him.
Then he noticed the lips of her vagina, pressed against each other between her legs, almost glistening with wet. They seemed partially hidden from his viewpoint. What was she imagining? Oh, please spread those beautiful legs of yours Sawyer….please…
She lifted a leg up to remove the panties from there and then it was spread out. The other leg did the same thing, but now her tail was covering up the area. He was left mentally begging her to lift that tail of hers up so he could see.
Suddenly the tail lifted upwards slowly, dreamily, exposing her creamy thighs and the sight of her completely uncovered, wet cunt, so obviously needing something inside it, filling it, screwing it…oh gods, is a drop falling onto the floor? His eyes followed that one drop down to the ground…
Where they froze when they realized Sawyer was looking directly at HIM in her bent over position. God, he was SO dead…
“Like what you see?” She asked in a sultry, sexy voice that sent shivers down his spine. She licked her lips, and he realized she wasn’t just looking at him but between his legs, where he was painfully aroused and obviously eager for a joyride.
She lifted her upper body up into the air with the precise flair and smoothness he had always seen on the dance floor. He watched her take away the view of her vagina with a disappointing sensation. He couldn’t take his eyes off her entirely naked form. “Don’t you dare move a muscle Danny,” she replied. Not that it mattered. He was firmly frozen in place.
She leaned forward against the bathroom sink, raising her ass up deliberately, her tail waving around, giving him brief glances of her down there, when she reached behind her with one of her hands, and grasped the tail so he was left with a complete and total view of her. She was raised up in a way that you KNEW was deliberate and meant to tempt and tease you.
“I know what you want, Danny…” she said, still sexy and dark. She was looking at him from the mirror with a sly, cunning look that would have been scary if it weren’t so goddamn arousing to him. She spread her legs just a bit wider. “..you want me.”
He swore she clenched her inner muscles down there after she said that, and just imagining her doing that to him when inside her…he could only gulp. “…you want to fuck me.” She spoke, gently swaying her hips, teasing him even further. “You want to stick it in me, don’t you? Stick it in me and squirt deep…”
Why would be argue against that? It was the complete truth.
“I bet you’re imagining that you’re walking over to me right now, inserting yourself into my eager, wanting hole…taking my body feverishly, cumming hard into my womb…” she spoke further as she licked her lips. This talk was already turning herself on, and part of her secretly wanted him to snap from his trance and do just that to her.
She turned around, removing the view of her rear and replacing it with her breasts again. She stepped forward and he unwittingly stepped back against the bathroom wall. She reached out with one hand towards the water handles, and swiftly turned off the water. She grinned. “I should be ashamed of that, but I’m not.”
In one move, she stepped into the bathtub and grabbed his wrists, pinning them against the wall. She was either so much stronger than he thought, or his arousal left him too weak to resist her. She looked down upon him. “Ooohh…your poor little friend needs attention…” she pouted.
She bent down, keeping his wrists pinned, and he somehow felt scared and excited all at the same time. His breathing was raspy and rapid and he could already feel her warm breath against himself. He twitched slightly in response to that.
She licked her lips. “So tasty… I always did like your taste Danny…” she replied, kissing the tip of him. He gasped and struggled in her captivity, to no avail. He grinned at this. “Did you love that?”
“Yes…” he could barely reply.
“Good…maybe you’ll love this even better.” She replied, then licking the bottom part of his head. He twitched more noticeably in front of her. That tongue of hers was too much for him…
Her tongue then reached the base of him, moving up in one erotic lick all the way to his tip, where she then twirled her tongue all around the head, making him groan out. “There are times, Danny,” she spoke, letting the breath of her words hit his penis as she spoke them, “where I find myself wishing I could suck on you and swallow your cum…feel you writhe underneath me as I gulped down the contents of your happy friend, your tail stroking my chin as I swallowed…”
He could just imagine it himself. He was on his bed, lying there, groaning in pleasure as she worked him with those sweet luscious lips of hers. His hands were upon her head as she took him deep and he stiffens as he squirts away down that warm, tight throat of hers. His tail then strokes her chin as she gulps down the entire package and takes him back in anew…
He gasped as he realized she actually took his head in her mouth, licking away with her tongue and tormenting him to no end. His breathing became deeper. God, please, more…deeper….
She looked up at him with those sexy copper eyes that glistened as she had him in her mouth. She never took her eyes off him as she took him in much deeper and suddenly tightened her mouth as her tongue played all over the bottom of him. He was in her hot wet mouth all the way to her hilt and she was sucking lightly on him.
His brain was being pulled into his cock as he writhed against her. Her hands kept him firmly in check though, and her head had already forced his hips and rear against the wall. He was completely at her mercy as he closed his eyes and groaned from the pleasure he was receiving. He could feel himself throbbing as he whimpered, her tongue playing against his base as she continued to stare eye to eye with him.
Oh please let me cum…I need to squirt down your delicious throat Sawyer…I’ll do anything, just let me explode in your glorious mouth…
But then she slowly, teasingly removed her mouth from him, giving him one final kiss upon his tip before licking her lips. “Such exquisite taste…I’d love the cream filling but I don’t want to waste you so quickly…”
That maniacal grin on her face said otherwise. He felt a sudden rage overtake him, fueled by sexual frustration. Still his hands could not break free.
She stood up then, pressing herself against him, then she stood on her tip toes and bent her rear back, letting him fall just enough so she could stand directly over him and trap him between her legs, only his tip sticking out from the trap. Her hotness could be felt on the top part of himself, and that was driving him more nuts than her mouth ever could…
She whispered into his ear. “I’m much rather have you cum in me down there Danny.” Her tail teased his tip with light touches, making a slight drop of pre-cum form on the very opening. He gasped from this contact but could do absolutely nothing.
“I think about it sometimes…I think of the pleasure I receive from you filling me with sweet cream and I think of how great it feels in the afterglow when my womb is just swimming with your seed, bubbling and churning away inside me…” Her legs pressed more firmly against him as her tail continued to tease his tip.
Her hands forced his hands to clutch her rear as she tortured him further, her erotic sigh driving his senses even higher.
She purred next, and he could help but twitch, and then groan as he almost went off. “Ah, ah, ah…” she whispered to him, “can’t have you going off prematurely, now can we?”
He gulped as the sensations somewhat died down.
“I have never felt a more complete pleasure than the feeling up you cumming so deep inside me Danny…I always wish you could do that more often…I even wish you could do it to me in my own bed…before we go to sleep together…”
That little scene entered his mind at that exact time, looking at him clutching her hips tightly as he rammed fully inside her on her bed, their sleepwear discarded on one side. Her legs wrapping around him as she groans in ecstasy while he squirts hot cum deep into her womb, milking him completely of his load…
Then he feels freedom and frustration at once as he realizes she let go of him and stepped out of the tub, grabbing a brush. “Now Danny, you are not to move a single inch until I have exited this bathroom. I am going to dry myself off. Understand?” He could only nod.
He was subjected to the next several minutes of her sitting on the toilet, brushing and drying off the fur that gotten wet during her hot teases, and doing it in such provocative poses that he wondered just how he avoided exploding from the very sight of her. She was playing this game to the fullest extent. She even turned around and stood up so he could watch her dry off and brush the fur of her rear, wet by his own hands.
After she finished, she winked at him and then stepped out with all of her clothes, leaving him with nothing that could be done but dry off.

Drying off one’s body does not take long at all. A couple minutes usually. Brushing all the fur on one’s body is a much more time consuming activity, often a quarter of an hour, if not longer.
Add in complete sexual frustration and time seemed to draw out like a blade for Danny. Taking absolute care of his hair, he stewed over all the deliberate temptations and erotic words Sawyer kept throwing at him, his arousal refusing to go away despite his best efforts. He kept seeing her naked and it would start back up again.
He stepped out of the bathroom, realizing he only had a towel to cover himself up in. She had his clothes.
But he noticed articles of her clothing were discarded in a pathway leading upstairs. He followed them as far as he could, where he saw her panties on the top step. He noticed one of the doors- obviously her bedroom- slightly opened.
He casually peeked inside, and his eyes widen at the view. Sawyer was making her bed, but still delightfully naked as she bent over, giving another view of her rear as she worked.
Absolutely ripe for the taking…he was too sexually needing to resist his animalistic urges to march over there and fuck her damn brains out.

She was feeling the after effects of such a show she just put on. It was the kind of show a lot of sleazy filmmakers would have loved to put on tape and show to the excited public. It was the kind of show many ladies in the entertainment industry’s oldest branch did for their bread and butter. It was a show that didn’t disgust her, but rather made her extremely horny.
It was a case of getting your just desserts, she figured. It was a very fun game, and quite amusing to play. It was just, well, she had to get screwed and quickly.
She barely noticed the towel tossed directly under her as she was quickly mounted and hands grabbed her hips possessively while she was probed quick and hard and oh so deep…
Any thought of resistance fled her mind when she deduced the only being who could have done this. That, and she wasn’t about to resist being so filled up.
His feet braced themselves on her bed as he pounded away ruthlessly into her hot, tight form from behind, her sexy rear fitting perfectly against his hips as they impacted each other at rough forces. She tightened almost immediately, making him move even faster against her, as her tail curled around him to stroke his genitals.
She grinned madly as she moaned in a delirious state of pleasure, gripping the bed sheets as she desperately humped back against Danny. She was as tight as she could possibly make herself. She forced her upper body down onto the bed to allow more force as she thrust against him in a perfectly timed rhythm you really could only get on the dance floor.
His breathing quickly became laboring as he pounded away relentlessly. The desire to cum and cum DEEP burned in his mind with a fiery passion as he gripped her hips even tighter and tried to thrust even deeper. He actually cried out when her hands shot back and grabbed at his ass, claws digging in immediately, pulling him against him more violently, and he responded in kind.
She screamed against the fabric of the bed as he had his way with her body, something that she should have been pissed about- it was her goddamn body and nobody violates it!- but right now she was too happy to do anything about it, except pull tighter against him so he could thrust even more violently. Her vice-like grip milking him to no end, so hungry to receive a load of cum in her womb..!
Her tight hold upon him was beginning to work its magic upon him as the buildup slowly began. It was excruciatingly long, as he desperately began to think he’d NEVER squirt at this rate. All that did was make him thrust and throb so desperately into her form that she actually forced herself to tighten even more around him, her whole body wanting a filling so badly that she could cry from the lack of it if she wasn’t so close to her own climax…
His eyes widened as he cried out in complete euphoria, his mind completely caved in as he clutched her tight rear against him and shot comfortably deep into her womb, shivering as the load turned out to be so much more than before…he afterwards thought he had shot enough to fill a decent bucket. Her lips quivered as the first bursts buried deep into her walls. Her eyes squeezed shut as the sensations of what she so desperately wanted overloaded her mind.
Oh god, he’s cumming…cumming inside me…so deep inside me…god, it’s so much…so much, so hot…hot, thick, delicious cum filling me up…ohgodohgodohgodi’mclosei’mclosei’mcummingcummingCUMMING...
Her hot whimper turned into a loud roar as her own climax overtook her and she tightened even more on his spurting cock, milking every single hot drop and sucking it deep into her body as she stiffened and sent her own juices out to meet him. His own orgasm was prolonged and eventually he was left with the painfully pleasant sensation of her tightly sucking upon his fully spent member.
The two lovers fell into one heap on the bed, their combined juices leaking out, only to be absorbed by the towel, though it wasn’t much. Sawyer’s body still refused to let most of it escape her. She turned her head to Danny and kissed him, which he returned, a hand reaching down to caress a breast as they snuggled close to one another, purring with content in that ever unexplainable bond between them.
Sawyer didn’t realize she was suddenly so drowsy. All she really knew was that she suddenly found herself tucked in under the bed sheets on her stomach, her head resting against a pillow while Danny lay on top of her, still completely inside her. It was so pleasant, especially since he weighted a bit less than her and made for a great lover since he never had to get off. She instinctively snuggled against his form, which he responded to.
“Please stay…” she muttered, already so close to dreamland.
He smiled, kissing her on the cheek. “I will,” he whispered into her ear.
It was the most content sleep Sawyer could ever remember having.

THE END
((Hope you enjoyed this installment, and I also hope I didn’t overdo it.))
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