Teasing her new friend

Janette walked into the room, attempting her best to ignore the scent of sex in the room. KuliKuli was on her side, her butt pointed at her as her tails wagged around in a waving motion. She was licking her brown furry paw before noticing her visitor, but rather then to cover herself she sat up and stretched her arms above her head, revealing her small breasts shamelessly.

Janette tried either looking elsewhere or only making eye contact, but needlesss to say it was incredibly difficult to do so.

"Ahem! So uh, Felix mentioned you called for me?"

"Mm-hm! My body hurts bad still from that nasty wolf, could you help me feel better like you did with my paw?"

KuliKuli lifted her brown paw to reveal the medical cream layered on it working its wonders to heal her. Janette sighed, half from the task she was called for and the other half from how awkward and hot this whole situation was. She was basically being asked for a sort of 'medical massage' from this cat girl, were any other people to catch them they would all be in deep trouble.

So why was she helping them?

Honestly nobody criticized her for not saying anything about it more then herself. Since she was five, she was taught to be afraid of any and all monster girls she came across, even heard tales of new creatures being born, rumors of monster girls having monster sons. One story that caught her attention was that of a dragoness, a Monster Dragon that breathes ice and god help any poor soul who dared to trespass her home. Janette could recall her five year old self wanting to hear more while the other children shivered and screeched in fear, unable to listen to another word.

Why were they all afriad?

She was shunned for asking this, and would from then on be frowned upon for a curious question she asked in her first year. The kids would refer to her as 'Monster Lover' or 'Monsters friend' or simply call her a freak for being out of line. To her, it was a simple question, why were they scared? It wasn't until she was older and caught herself studying these monsters that she thought up of a stronger question.

Why was she not afraid?

I don't know, something about those creatures seemed more fascinating then intimidating, like discovering a new life form. Monster girls, only living as females until as of late with stories of hidden monster boys. These tales were growing rapid through the public ear and fast, were they to be true it would mean Monster's would come closer to taking over as the dominant race. At least only men for the most part were there prey, now women would be too.

But here she was, decades older from asking such a question, now rubbing more cream and oils into the soft white fur of a Nekomata.

Life is strange.

"Mmmmm, that feels good. Much better, thanks."

KuliKuli closed her eyes, laying down on her back and breathing out a heavy sigh. Those wonderfully soft hands were doing wonders on her skin, squeezing and rubbing her soft spots underneath her fur and flesh. She could definitely fall asleep to this, in fact if she were to relax for a few minutes like this there would be no doubt that she would. Even her tails slowed to a pause before wrapping around her waist like a belt.

Janette scanned her body up and down as her hands went on autopilot, moving in good coordination while she continued the massage. Every few minutes she would stop, scooping out more cream and oils before bathing it onto the Nekomata's skin. First the chest, rubbing up and down on her belly before moving abover her breasts. Yes, she was stalling for every minute she could, even skipping onto the shoulders and arms before being faced with the sole area remaining that had not been touch above her waist.

Her breasts.

With a deep intake of breath, she exhaled through her nose before placing her hands over each nipple and applying pressure. Of course, her patient grinned and cooed as soon as she felt the warmth of her hands contrasting against the coolness of the oils on her sensitive chest area. Moving her hands up and down as usual, her fingers inevitably grazed against those soft nipples, teasing and flicking them before they grew hard under the touch. She could see KuliKuli was blushing heavily, her legs quivering as she laid back and enjoyed the touch.

"Ahhh, ssssssss-nnnnnnnnn~"

Truth be told, the hoo-man was enjoying it too.

Logic had started to slip, and Janette was beginning to fall into the heat of the moment bit by bit. Ever since she had walked in, being teased by the nudity of this girl, daring to watch her and her lover mate, and now called in to touch and rub the very areas Felix had sucked and played with earlier. It should fill her with disgust, rather than excitement and frustration. Deciding not to wear any panties was beginning to be a bigger problem them before, and soon she felt that one drop sliding down her thigh. It felt so ticklish, an itch she desperately needed to scratch, but her hands were in use and she hated herself deeply for being allowed into this mess.

It landed on the floor between her feet. KuliKuli sniffed the air as its scent was released, and Janette's hormones entered her nostrils as her enhanced kitty sense of smell picked up on how badly her new friend required relief. Poor Janette, being teased like this, told to touch but not enjoy, allowed to watch but not join, invited to help but not participate. Her new friend needed relief, and KuliKuli thought of the kinkiest thing in mind.

She parted her legs slightly once Janette's hands slide to her waist. She heard her gasp and giggled to herself, she would gasp to if she were in her place. For Janette, she was left to watch as Felix's seed was beginning to drip out from being implanted deep within his mate, and now KuliKuli was letting Janette watch as it began to leak. Why was she doing this?

"Janette, I think... some of the cream is slipping... could you clean it up, please?"

No way, she wasn't asking for serious was she? Janette stared absentmindedly to her, in disbelief. Her body was growing hotter, and it needed permission to continue, to conceed, to enjoy. KuliKuli giggled and opened her legs further, scooting herself up and on her elbows. There it was, in plain sight now.

"You know, usually cats lick themselves when they are in need of a cleaning."

She nodded, feeling unable to speak nor having the words to respond at all.

"So, could you maybe lick me clean of master's milk?"

"..."

"Pwease?"