Prove her worth... and willingness to do anything.

"Well..." John Stone said, "You can't just become a piss kitty because you say you are... or because I say you are. You have to prove that you're better than other women... more willing... more able."

Melissa felt the desire building inside her. If she was willing to do these things for the porn, than why not for John himself? After all, he was what she really wanted. Melissa felt her body warm with longing. She told herself that she could do anything for him as her eyes fixated on his beautiful cock. She could prove herself worthy.

"Well, for starters." John said, proud to be in control of the situation, "Kitties don't wear clothes."

Melissa figured that was coming... and she'd already been willing to strip for John, so now was no change. She slipped her shirt off over her head and unfastened her bra, exposing her small breasts to John and Sonia. Then she slid her jeans down off her hips, seductively, her thumbs tucked into her panties, pulling them down too, showing off her bald, quickly moistening twat to the two as well.

"What next?" Melissa asked, excited.

"Well..." John said, "Kitties don't speak."

And Melissa understood. She nodded.

"Good." John was glistening with power. "Behind you on the counter there's a kitty bowl.... fill it." He said.

Melissa turned and saw it immediately. It was brown with stars on it. She grabbed at it... but was interrupted.

"Ahem!" John's voice rang out behind her. "Kitties don't use their hands."

Melissa closed her eyes. How could she be so dumb? Of course. She leaned in and clasped it between her teeth, lifting it off the counter and putting it down on the floor in the middle of the room.

Now, she thought, she had to fill it. And after a moment of wondering if there was milk or water or something around, realized exactly what John Stone was talking about. It would be humiliating but it would be worth it for John. She saw Sonia sitting up on his lap. If she could do it... and god knows what else he'd asked... so could she.

Melissa squatted herself above the bowl and relaxed. She felt her pee leave her body and heard it tinkle and collect into the bowl below her. It was warm and she could feel its warmth, coming up from the bowl, so close to her naked flesh.

John smiled. "That's a good kitty." He said. Melissa felt great... vindicated. She was making him happy. "Now drink it up." John ordered.

And Melissa closed her eyes. In a way, she knew that would come next. She'd already assumed it as she was pissing into the bowl. And she'd already decided that whatever she thought, she'd do it... after all, she'd come this far.

Melissa got down on all fours, the bowl in front of her, and with her big eyes, staring up at John Stone, seductively, leaned her mouth in and started to lap at the urine with her tongue.

It tasted just like any of the other piss she'd had in the past few days. It barely mattered that it was her own. So she kept lapping... and lapping, letting it roll down the back of her tongue into her stomach.

This was the price... she told herself... the price of being with John Stone. And everything about that made her happy.... everything about it turned her on.

Until finally her bowl was almost empty. John stared at her and smile. Sonia stared too, a pleased look on her face. She was starting to not even feel like the girl who'd been her friend anymore. She seemed like a different person. Or maybe not even a person.

Melissa wondered if that would be enough. If that proved her worthy to be John Stone's piss kitty. And if she and Sonia could frolic with John Stone forever, fucking, and cuddling, and pissing.

"Come here" John Stone ordered... and Melissa crawled up to him. He leaned down to her, somehow still balancing naked Sonia on his lap. "Tell me you love me."

Melissa smiled and quietly whispered, "I love..." and was greeted by a small slap on the nose from the tips of John Stone's fingers.

"Kitties don't speak." He said again.

And Melissa, not knowing what else to do, let out a subservient, "Meeeeooowwww." Which seemed to please John Stone immensely.

Mere moments later, John Stone was on his feet, and Sonia was on all fours on the ground, crawling up to Melissa, smiling at her, licking at her lips, trying, Melissa assumed, to get a little taste of the urine that still sat on them. And as Sonia's tongue poked itself over her lips, Melissa felt John Stone place something on her head... what could only be a pair of white fluffy kitty ears. And then she felt the tail fill her ass.

It was wonderful. She was John Stone's now. And to celebrate she flicked her tongue at Sonia, kissing her back.

"Now." John Stone said, sitting back down on his throne. calling both kitties to attention. "Now we're going to play... who's the better kitty. Ready?"