Tibby tells the truth-ish.

"She wanted to know whether you're into her! I didn't think you'd answer honestly if we just asked, so a bit of deception was required. Does that make me a naughty pet?"

"Very naughty. Wait, was she still wearing your ears when she left? I hope that doesn't get her into trouble like the last time she wore them outside."

"Not just the ears, the whole outfit. Even my collar!" Tibby exclaims. "Good thing I have more than one, come with me!"

Following Tibby into the bedroom, you frown at the mess she made with Ashley. Colorful fabric covers your bed and floor, you have no idea how so many clothes fit into one bag. Tibby is already digging through the other bag.

While you're distracted by the chaos, Tibby finds what she's looking for and gets your attention with a nudge. Around her neck is a thick, studded collar, and she's presenting you with a short leash that's attached to the front. "Think we could have kept Ashley from leaving if I'd thought to make her wear this?" She asks deviously.

Accepting the leash, you give it a tug that makes her step forward and bump into you with an oh!

You pull her closer and breathe in her ear. "Definitely. And I think you need to be punished for that oversight."

She pulls away slightly so you can see her face, eyes widening adorably as she feigns regret. "I'm sorry, master. You're not going to hurt your kitty are you?"

Laughing, you touch the tip of your nose to hers. "Don't worry, you've earned a reward too."

Tibby coos, pressing into you again. "Am I getting the thing you said was for her?

Pushing her away gently, you do your best to sound stern. "Maybe after your punishment. Now pull up that dress and lie down on my lap."

You let go of her leash and sit down, patting your lap. Your pet accepts your invitation, folding the back of her dress up as she slides onto your lap. You don't resist the urge to grab her ass when it comes into view. Your other hand traces the path of a ribbon that leads into the gash over her back.

"Wow, you have one sexy... dress," you tease as your fingers idly draw patterns on her skin.

"Master, you're supposed to be punishing me," she reminds you. But even as she says it, she shifts on your lap until her side is pressed against your crotch.

Removing your hand from her back, you wrap her leash around it, leaving only a few inches stretching from your hand to her neck. "Are you ready?"

When she nods, you raise your other hand and bring it down with a hard smack. Her body tries to jolt upright, but the leash keeps her in position as your hand comes down again and again.

Tibby's cheeks are pink and hot by the time you stop spanking her. You move your right hand away from her rear and rub her lower back soothingly, disentangling your left from her leash so you can push the hair out of her face.

"Good girl. Now it's time for your reward." Your hand returns to her rear, this time not to spank but to slip further down, where her body is radiating a different kind of heat.

Tibby mews gratefully as your fingers dip into her wet folds, and your left hand snakes under her to pinch a nipple through her dress. Her yelp inspires you to do the same thing to her other nipple. This time she's prepared, and the noise she makes sounds more excited than shocked.

But then she twists to look up at you. "Don't make me cum with your fingers this time. I want to feel you inside me."

Clumsy with eagerness, you help her off your lap and stand. She slips her dress over her head and attacks your shirt while you wriggle out of your pants. The moment your clothes are off you pull her into a passionate kiss, then push her onto her back on the bed. Stepping free of your pants, you follow her down and start planting kisses on her stomach. Your fingers trace the faint outline of her abs as your mouth slowly moves south. She stops you when you're halfway between her belly button and your prize.

"Uh-uh! I want your dick!"

"Who makes the rules here, you or me?" you ask.

"Me, haven't you noticed?" Her cheeky grin makes you laugh, and she joins in only to shriek as you flip her over.

"We'll see about that," you growl as you pull her up by the hips.

"You want to fuck me doggy style? But I'm a cat!"

Her protest is cut off as you sheath yourself in her wet cunt. She groans lewdly as you push all the way in in one motion.

"Who owns this pussy?" You demand.

"You do!"

Tibby squeals as you smack her rump. "Who owns this pussy?"

"You do, master!"

"That's right." Pulling out until the tip of your dick is resting at her entrance, you grab her hips and start sliding in and out of her with slow, deep thrusts. Tibby bucks back to meet every thrust until she shouts "I'm cumming!" a minute later.

You lean forward and grab her collar, forcing her to arch her back as you pick up the pace and start slamming into her. Her words are replaced by incoherent babbling and moaning, and another minute later you fill her with your seed. (That's right, you lasted two whole minutes. Stud.)

When you let go of her collar, Tibby lets herself fall forward onto the bed. A moment later she rolls onto her back and smiles at you to let you know she's alright.

You crawl up beside her, undo the clasp on her collar so you can pull it off her neck, and give her a soft kiss before stretching out next to her.

Tibby is napping next to you, a pleased look on her face, when you notice your phone flashing to get your attention. Picking it up, you check your messages.

Ashley: mom saw the ears! i didn't even remember them until i got home :0
Ashley: she asked if i'm going to be your pet!
John: are you?
Ashley: dumbass ;)
John: wait, what was the emergency that had you running out like that?
Ashley: um. i'll tell you in person next time i come over
Ashley: to return the ears and this crazy costume
Ashley: which NOBODY SAW, so don't ask