Exit: Kitten Season

James' Perspective

...and Exit.

The heat of the sun bears down on my shirt as the sounds of birds joins the distant murmur of voices somewhere out of sight. It really is a beautiful day out here, much like the young woman I've turned into my pet teasing herself in the middle of the road.

"C'mon Myahster," Arma pleads playfully, hefting her breasts up and then letting them drop. She shrugs just so as she does, causing them to bounce a little, and the bell atop them to jingle pleasantly, "don't you want to play with your pussycat? It's spring you knyow?"

She's adding y's to words that should not have y's, but at least it's no more than one or two a sentence. I can still clearly here her. "In the middle of the road, Arma?" I ask,.

"Yes, the myiddle of the road, James!" The Princess answers, rolling her eyes and tossing her hair as she falls back onto her ass and gestures widely to either side, prompting her coat to slide down and hang from her elbows. "Why nyot? Nyo one's going to be going to the castle anytime soon: We've got it all to ourselves and it's kitten season. I nyeed a good fuck. Nyow!"

She slaps her womb for emphasis, and her face twists with pleasure, completely ruining the imperious and angry air she was trying to affect as her feet tap onto the cobblestones. Then she crawls forward toward where I squat in the road and starts pushing her head toward my pants as she starts leaning in toward my crotch. "So let's play, nyah!"

"What if I want to breed you to someone else?" I ask, testing some boundaries that - as she lunges forward and violently snags my jeans' hem her teeth, I think maybe I should not have tested right now.

Arma unbuttons my pants with her teeth, somehow, then grabs my by the waist and pushes me back onto the cobbles as she starts sliding them down - this time with her hands. "Nyo! I want kittens now, nyot later. Myahster's kittens!" She glares up at me for emphasis.

I suppose the 'horny' part of things has been quite evident so far, but there's the 'enamored and smitten' part I gather. She really is a cat: When she wants something, she doesn't care about anything else and sets out to get it.

"Myahster can sell my body later all he wants," She promises, even as she glares up at me and saucily climbs up my now-naked waist to straddle me and rest her hands on my shoulders, but I only want myahster's kittens. Nyo one else! So breed me yourself, lazy myahster!" Then she nuzzles into my neck and starts grinding into me.

I feel my dick catch on the hem of her panties, and that's apparently the plan because she starts adjusting her ministrations to **** it deeper in and push the panties down and aside. "Alright, if that's what you want Princess," - she twitches at the apellate, much like she did earlier, "then we'll do this my way."

Then I seize her by the shoulders, and push her down to the cobblestones below me, prompting her_ _to start giggling, which quickly transitions into full-body purring...

...Well, I guess we're doing this here then. At least the coat will keep her from scraping herself up, even if it's probably not going to stay quite so white afterward.

AN: Ran out of time so this isn't quite as complete as I'd like, but it's long enough I feel alright posting it. I'll update it later.