Trip on the nip!

What's the worst that could happen? It's catnip for crying out loud. It doesn't even effect humans. Even if it is some strange monster girl version that does, it's not like you can't handle it. You've tried every **** known to man, and you can always maintain. If this gets Becca to slow her roll for a minute so you can get to know each other better, it's worth playing along with the cute kitty.

"Sure. Let's get nipped." You say with faux confidence, as if you use catnip recreationally all the time. Becca gives you another quizzical look, but she doesn't outright call you out, so you take it as a victory. You sit down criss cross applesauce style in front of the curious cat girl, smoothing out your plaid pleated skirt as you do. As soon as you are settled, Becca takes a big nugget out and pops it in her mouth, casually chewing it without showing any immediate effect. You decide you can't be one upped by a cat girl, so you take an even bigger nugget and pop it in your mouth too. It tastes a little minty, hint of lemon, maybe pepper. The first bite doesn't seem to have any psychotropic effects, so you keep chewing and ask, "So how long does this stuff usually take to kick iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin..."

You trail off as you feel a full body high hit you like a freight train. It's like a mix of weed, molly, and benzos, with maybe a popper or two for pick me up. Your face feels numb and flushed and tingly all at once and your nugget falls from your wide open jaw onto the floor. Little good it does you, the **** is already coursing through you and making you feel so strangely unconcerned with how helplessly high you are. You think, "Fuuuuuck. I've never been this high before...or horny. Hee hee hee. I wonder if Becca can smell how wet I'm getting. Probably...she's got a little kitty nose. It's so cute too! Too cute. Gotta keep my eye on her, she's liable to make me her familiar at this rate."

Becca, for her part, seems to be in her own little world. She is rolling her head in circles and you can absolutely smell how wet she's getting...as well as see her fur darken and dampen. You smile and giggle and and dizzliy drool on yourself as you watch the cat girl's beautiful body bounce and roll and writhe as the high rides her hard and puts her up wet...only to slam her down hard again. You wonder, "Or is that just me? Hee hee. Dark gods and garters! I've never felt anything like this before. It's like I've gone all kittenish. I feel so pretty and perky and playful...yet so placid...so puuurrmissive. I just hope Becca's too high to notice how helplessly in heat she's made me."

You realize that you aren't really getting to know each other any better, or at least not by talking. You seem to be getting to know at least one side of Becca very well, the backside. You wonder how long she's been rubbing her plump posterior all over your lap...and chest...and face. You debate inwardly, "Hmmm should I stop her? I said we wouldn't full around before we got to know each other. Then again, I guess I can't blame her for being overly 'familiar'. HEE HEE HEE." You hear Becca giggle girlishly too as she turns to rub her head in your lap. You wonder what she's thinking of that's so funny, but you quickly forget about it as you begin petting, stroking, and burying your face in her curls.

You don't know if it's the way her tail is slipping under your blouse to slide softly between your breasts, the way she's kissing your quivering thighs as she buries her face in your lap, or the way her ears tickle your chin, but you are having a harder and harder time remembering why you thought you had to know what her favorite food was before you fucked. Besides, you think, "I know what my favorite food's about to be, Becca's butthole! Hee hee hee"

Becca laughs as she laps at your lap, "Hee hee! You've got excellent taste. My asshole's a gourmet meal!" She lifts her head as you open your mouth to ask if she's telepathic, and slips her tongue past your luscious lips. You forget the question as she climbs into your lap and continues feeding your her curving tongue. You think, "Ah leeMMPH it's noSHHLP SLURP sandpapery. WaiMMPH!" You break the kiss with painful, panting persistence as Becca's tail slides down your sopping panties and you whimper, "How long have I been talking out loud?!"

Becca bounces in your lap, her breasts knocking against yours, begging them to come out to play. She grinds and giggles, "Hee hee. Just the entire timMmMEOW! Oh, now you've got mmmMmmeee oooowin'! Either you are gonna have to collar MOAN me and make NNH me your familiar, or I NNNG need to collar you AH AAH and show you UN UH GUH how to treat a WHIMPURRRRRR pussy!" You can't think straight. Heavens, you can barely think gay! The little coquettish kitty has been toying with you all along. Should you turn the tables? Or let her lead in a dance she seems to know far better than you?