Chapter 8 – An Important Decision

I walked with tired paws back toward the clan exit. I felt the forest breeze cut through the fur of my neck, right where Firepaw had recently licked me clean. Now, standing still in this spot, the cold was beginning to freeze me.

With my head held high, I forced my body through some bushes that blocked the path. My claws sank into the damp earth until, finally, I returned to the place.

The Twoleg’s house.

I could go later and take a brief rest, but I won’t take Bluestar’s orders lightly.

Besides, there was the matter of Firepaw. I had ended up letting him mount me; I could still feel his fluids and his warm trail inside me. I think I will have to do something soon to keep that apprentice from spreading it around. I made him swear to it, but I know well how those his age are: impulsive and careless.

Though, to be fair, Firepaw will surely be a great warrior someday.

No. What am I thinking? I had told myself that life would be more comfortable, perhaps, by this Twoleg’s side. Or at least I think I thought so.

The grass touching my pads near the fence was much softer and more comfortable than the forest floor. The only bad thing was the dog they kept locked up. But I couldn’t make the Twoleg get rid of it either, of that I was sure.

I stopped atop the wooden fence that separated the forest from the dangerous streets. Keeping my head held high, I let out a soft sigh that ruffled the whiskers on my muzzle.

I want… I want to be able to be with the Twoleg. But I also want to be with Firepaw.

Or am I just looking for a way to avoid something that scares me?

If I keep moving from side to side, balancing between two worlds, I will end up with nothing. Absolutely nothing, and I might lose everything. The thought made the fur along my spine stand on end and set my nerves on edge. I definitely didn’t want that.

Will the Twoleg even be waiting for me? Will he get angry if he detects the scent of hormones and Firepaw’s male scent on me? Do Twolegs have a good sense of smell, or are they as blind to odors as they seem?

No matter what happened, I decided to go in. I walked into the depths of his den, crossing through the garden with feline caution, measuring every step… and then I spotted the herbs I needed for Bluestar. I blinked a little, taking in their position, and then licked my lips in a mechanical gesture. Inside the house, it seemed no one was there.

I entered stealthily, dragging my belly close to the ground, and searched for any visual clues or subtle trails that would tell me if the Twoleg was here.

I found nothing direct; only faint wafts of his scent floating in the air. Maybe he went hunting. Or what did a Twoleg normally do when he wasn’t in his territory?

I began to walk through his great nest. There were some things strewn on the floor, some of those strange, soft skins he puts over himself to cover his hairless body. Out of sheer curiosity, I poked my head under one of those garments and stretched, arching my spine. It smelled intensely of him. I felt the warmth rush to my ears and face.

My tail lashed through the air with a nervous twitch.

I sniffed harder, filling my receptors with his trail. This Twoleg emitted quite a captivating scent, one so dense that I could never forget it no matter how hard I tried.

My vulva reacted by inertia, throbbing at the stimulus. I rubbed myself sideways, brushing my flanks and my back against his shirt… I think I left it somewhat soiled with my own fluids of a cat in heat, but I preferred not to think about that now.

Finally, I ended up looking for something that would indicate if he would return soon. I leaped with agility and found something behind that soft, white rock he rests his head on when he sleeps. Beneath the pillow lay a strange object.

But it felt quite familiar to the touch and sight.

I think I know where I remember it from.

It is… that object Firepaw wore when he first arrived at the clan.

A collar, was that what they called it?

It had something inscribed on the metal, something strange that I failed to understand. But it was a pretty collar.

A collar? Wait, did that mean the Twoleg already had another cat living with him? No, this object did not smell of any rival. It belonged to no one else; it barely had the scent of the Twoleg himself imprinted on it.

That put my mind more at ease for the moment.

Perhaps I should just leave. After all, if he doesn’t come soon, it means it might be time to stop fooling myself with false illusions and go back to the forest.

Clang, clang.

A metallic noise shattered the silence of the house.

I whipped my ears immediately toward the source of the sound.

“Mroaw?” I let out in a questioning mew, lowering my body, ready to react.

The Twoleg appeared suddenly, flinging open the room’s massive wooden door. He stared straight at me. I was caught in a compromising posture, my hindquarters involuntarily raised into the air, exposing myself to him while holding the metallic collar firmly between my fangs.

I dropped the object immediately and scrambled to hide behind his soft rock. I heard his deep laughter echo through the space, a vibrating sound that made the fur along my spine stand on end. Then he began to call me with that voice of his. I still don’t understand his words well.

“Mimi,” he articulated.

For some strange reason, he always called me using that same sound.

He approached slowly, with heavy movements, and sat on the floor right beside me. Finally, he extended his massive limb toward the soft rock and pushed it aside, leaving me completely exposed. I stretched my claws over the surface, tensing my muscles. He moved his hand again, this time toward my head; he paused his advance for a second when I flattened my ears back, suspicious, but as soon as I yielded and allowed the contact, he began to stroke me.

He dragged his warm fingers from my forehead to the back of my neck, moving down the curve of my throat. The stimulus made my body shudder, electrified by a wave of physical energy that triggered an automatic, deep purr in my throat. He kept repeating the motion for a long while, until my vibration grew so strong it made my chest rumble.

I noticed his massive Twoleg paw drifting toward the collar on the floor. To my surprise, he picked it up and opened it with a click. He uttered more words incomprehensible to my feline mind, but I just rubbed my muzzle and scratched my nose against the floor, distracted by his closeness.

I think this Twoleg is quite friendly with me. But I… I still don’t know exactly what he expects from my body. Does he want sex? Is he looking for my company? Or does he see me as something more than just a simple animal taking refuge in his territory? Regardless, I know I am only fooling myself; it is most likely that a she-cat like me means nothing real in his life.

Click.

A sudden coldness encircled my throat. The Twoleg had just closed the collar around my neck.

I looked down at my forepaws for a moment, completely confused by the weight of the metal. I let out a sharp mew, loaded with surprise and uncertainty. However, before panic could take control of my instincts, I felt his massive hand stroke my head once more. It moved slowly down the entire line of my spine, dragging the warmth of his palm until it reached the base of my tail.

He gave me a couple of light, rhythmic pats right there on my rump, a direct stimulus that triggered my instinct as a cat in heat; my bodily reflex forced me to arch my back and raise my rear again, exposing my maturity. My vulva reacted, pulsing hard, secreting a warm wetness. The collar fit my anatomy perfectly, it wasn’t uncomfortable at all. On the contrary, having it on made me feel… special. Dominated.

My heart began to pound wildly against my ribs. As soon as the Twoleg settled himself better on the surface, I dragged my belly across the floor and brought my muzzle directly toward his crotch. I began to purr loudly, rubbing my cheeks and whiskers against the bulge hiding his member behind the cloth. It was an intoxicating feeling, knowing myself submitted without him having to use force.

Damn it… this collar turned me on completely. What did this mean? What was this dark, instinctive side of my nature surfacing with him? I didn’t know, but I didn’t care anymore. I just wanted more. Please, Twoleg.

“Mimi,” he repeated in a hoarse voice.

I felt the pressure of his fingers moving directly toward my clitoris, brushing the sensitive area with a friction that made me let out a shrill, torn mew. I lost control of my fluids; unable to help it, a thick drop of saliva fell from my lips directly onto his hot bulge.

I let one of his fingers penetrate inside me, forcing its way through my narrow, lubricated walls. He slid it in and out slowly, stretching my wet flesh before withdrawing it a bit to give me firm pats on my feline glutes again.

The heat building up in my entrails finally broke my last defenses. I couldn’t take it anymore; I propelled myself forward with a tense leap, unsheathing the claws of my forepaws to strike against that thick, false skin covering his crotch.

I ripped the fabric desperately, seeking to force my way toward what throbbed beneath. The Twoleg, his face flushed a reddish hue, cooperated immediately by sliding that strange wrapping down, freeing his thighs.

In front of my muzzle, the bulge sprang hard, breaking completely free from the pressure of the cloth. It was an imposing member, erect and throbbing, reacting to the cool air of the room.

I braced the muscles of my body and took it firmly between my two forepaws, sinking my bare pads into his hot flesh to secure my position. My pupils dilated completely, devouring the scene.

Before I could move, a thick drop of precum burst from the swollen tip of his cock, falling heavy and hot directly onto my muzzle, right between my whiskers. The viscous fluid slid through my fur, wetting my nose and lips.

I eagerly stuck out my tongue and licked the corner of my mouth, swallowing his musky, salty taste that flooded my throat. I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with that intense scent of a male in heat, a dense, animal aroma that made my cunt throb instantly.

I leaned in closer, opened my mouth, and wrapped my hot, wet lips around the thick head of his cock. I sucked gently on the swollen tip, swirling my tongue around the sensitive glans while savoring the precum that kept dripping out. I was careful not to graze him with my fangs, but the urge to press down a little harder grew stronger by the second.

I pulled back for a moment, panting, and stared with raw lust at how his cock throbbed in front of my eyes: the dark red glans, glistening with saliva and precum, swollen and pulsing hard in time with his ragged breathing.

Seeing him like this, so hard, so exposed, and completely surrendered under the weight of my new collar, erased any remaining doubt in my mind. There was no turning back. The forest no longer mattered.

I wanted to feel every inch of that thick cock stretching my cunt open, thrusting deep until he filled me completely.

I needed that two-legs to fuck me mercilessly right now.