CatGirls 1 - CatGirls Inc.

This is a completely original story by me, BlackDragon. For once, I’m creating my very own world, with my very own characters, rather than leeching off others. Either way… this story has a (for me) low content of perversion. Shemales, domination, anal and oral, along with some incest (sorta), that’s really about it. Unless you’d call intercourse between a human and a half-human half-cat ‘beastiality’.
So, if any of this turns you off, get lost, ‘kay?
If not, N-joy!

CatGirls Part 1 - CatGirls Inc.

“Yes, this is Catgirls, Inc.” “Um, hello, I’d like to place an order.” “I see… I presume, since you aren’t using our webpage, that you wish something beyond our default settings?” “Well, sorta, I guess… You see, I was wondering whether your special 2-for-1 offer can be used, with some additional configuration on one of them?” “Oh… Yes, of course, with the usual additional costs for add-ons, that is.” “Good! I’d like to use that offer, then.” “All right, let me just call up the form… okay, lessee… right! Eye color?” “Uhm… green for the shemale, brown for the other one.” “Fur pattern?” “Tiger stripes for the shemale, the other one doesn’t matter. Surprise me.” “Right… breast size?” “Large for the shemale, medium for the girl.” “Good enough. Now, what special configuration is it you want?” “Well, could you put a ‘Analistic’ add-on on the girl?” “Sure, for the additional cost of 100$ as listed in our catalog. Okay?” “Yep, that’s my order.” “Credit number?” “952-892-384.” “…3-8-4. Oh, I see you work for GenCorp! That’s 10% off, then.” “That’s the idea.” “Right! We’ve got both of your orders currently on stock, so you should receive them within the next few days. Have a great day!” “Thank you. You too.”

I hung up. It had been pretty easy, much easier than making the decision. Still, what with my new job at GenCorp, with the high salary and 10% off of all GenCorp products, it was just too tempting. I could afford it, easily, so why not? The obvious answer was social. While legal, the general population still thought of the gene-slave market as “inhuman”, which was true, of course. But they’d probably be shopping for one of their own, if they had the money. Besides, most people thought that anybody with a house in the upper part of town owned at least one gene-slave anyway, some of them just hadn’t been discovered yet. So, basically, I had nothing to loose. Of course, my choice in gene-slaves was somewhat unusual, reflecting my personal fetishes, but that was the whole idea of the institution, wasn’t it? Okay, so I wouldn’t hide the fact that I had them, at least not all that much. But sure as hell, I’d die from shame if anybody found out what type of gene-slave
I had just ordered. I glanced again at the catalog on the table.


Catgirls!
The ultimate sex-pet. Buy your own catgirl today!
Features: 100% obedient – cannot disobey a command from her master.
Cherry outlook – always a happy face.
Boosted hormone system – a true nymphomaniac.
High endurance and healing factor – she can take it all, and she’ll be good as new in the morning!
Agile and flexible – she licks herself clean!
Advanced muscular system prevents cramps – she can be tied up or suspended for days, with no adverse effects!
Cat-like behavioral pattern – she purrs, she stretches, she rubs herself against you.
Immunity to all diseases, cannot get pregnant – don’t worry about condoms.
Cheap to feed! – Highly sophisticated GI system insures that she can live off nearly anything, including sperm!
Pleasure and pain brain sections are neighbors – she can easily learn to take pleasure in pain.
Self-lubricating asshole – no need for GY jelly.
Extra-tasty secretions – tastes like candy!
Stretchable – with practice, she can be widened more than any normal human, in both holes!
Forever young – she’ll stay at an apparent age of 17 for her entire life.
No prejudices – she’ll screw anyone, regardless of sex, race and specie.
Sexual skills are part of the design – no basic training necessary.
Malleable – eager to learn, she’ll be anything you want her to be…

Available with all normal eye-colors and fur patterns. Breast size can be chosen from petite to XXL.

Only 500$!!!

Life length: Approximately 5 years – can be prolonged at one of our labs, for a modest fee.


Below is a long list of special configurations, for those like me, who wanted something out of the ordinary – well, more out of the ordinary than a girl with cat ears, semi-paws for hands, a tail, and fur in various places. Not to mention fangs. Well, regardless, my special order was on page 4.


Shemale Catgirl

Want to share it with your girlfriend? Or do you need someone to keep your catgirl happy while you’re away? Get yourself a shemale catgirl!
Features: True shemale – has both pussy and cock!
Well equipped – enough to make some men envious.
Maximum virility – can keep a hard-on for up to 8 hours with no adverse effect or softening.
Lots of cum – specially designed balls ensures that they can keep up. Can release fair-sized wads up to 3 times per hour.
Powerful thrusts – enhanced muscle on haunches and arms enables her to thrust like a bodybuilder.

She can be yours for a mere 600$ - one of our most popular alternate models!

SPECIAL OFFER! 2-FOR-1!

When you buy a shemale catgirl, we’ll throw in a standard-issue catgirl for only 300$! Get a couple, and you’ll never be bored!


A pretty good offer… yep. Then, of course, I had to look at page 6. Which wasn’t good, since the models got progressively stranger the further you got into the catalog.


Analistic Catgirl
Are you into assplay? This one certainly is! “The bigger the better” doesn’t apply exclusively to the male equipment.

Features: Modified bone setting – the tailbone has been reconfigured to allow a higher maximum spread.
Straightened lower GI – deeper penetrations possible.
More elasticity – she can take a horse today, and be just as tight tomorrow!
Improved anal lubrication – for easier entry.
Modified mindset – the bigger it is, the happier she gets!

Note: Upon delivery, she will be capable of taking larger object anally than would otherwise be the case, but it will require some time and training for her to reach her maximum possible spread.

Only 700$, and your biggest dreams come true!


On the back of the catalog was a list of add-on costs, for those who wanted more than one “special skill” in their catgirl. 100 bucks for the Analistic add-on seems like a bargain, since it seems unlikely that I’ll ever meet a real girl able to do what I have in mind. So, I had taken the step, and made the order. Now, I just had to wait a few endless days before they were delivered to my door.

I had a perpetual hard-on for the next two days… I was tempted to jack off, but for some reason, I resisted. Maybe it was some sort of male instinct, saving up on it to impress the lady. Not that there was much point in trying to impress a gene-slave. Then, on the morning of the third day after calling in my order, my doorbell rang at 8 in the morning. It was a Saturday, and that was about the best I could have wished for. I knew what it would be before opening the door, and sure enough, outside were two deliverymen carrying a large box. After they had deposited it in my living room, I signed the correct papers, and they went on their way. Back in their truck, they probably talked about how those “damn corporate weenies” were the only one who could afford one of those, and then they’d discuss what they would buy, if they had the money.

But all that didn’t seem important to me. After all, I was one of those “damn corporate weenies” who had enough money for the ultimate luxury, times two. My hands were shaking as I opened the box, like a boy at Christmas Eve – but rarely had a child unwrapped so pretty a package. Inside the box, sleeping side by side, were the two catgirls. They were gorgeous, and they were wholly mine. Each wore an oxygen mask, doubtlessly with a bit of sleeping gas mixed in the air. I gently removed them, and regarded their faces. A lot of work had gone into creating the gene-slave face randomizer DNA, and it showed. The first gene-slaves had been identical, except for those customizeable details like eye color. But that made them appear too inhuman, too robotic, and a random variable was inserted into the DNA, insuring that things like face shape, limb length, hair thickness and such, was different with each. Just like real human beings.

But they were clearly not human. Their faces were covered in downy fur, and their cat-ears stuck up from the top of their head. Both had enough hair to cover the places where their ears should have been, which was done on purpose. Otherwise, it would have looked too freakish. Lying as they were, I could not see that the fur also trailed down their backs, forming a triangle with its point right above the crack. The fur also trailed some of the way up their lower arms and legs, from the paws that had taken the place of human hands and feet. They weren’t completely transplanted from a cat, though – that would have been too impractical. Instead, their hands were paws with elongated fingers and opposable thumbs, and their feet were human-shaped, with only the skin cat-style. That is to say, there were fur on their feet and retractable claws on their toes. And from just above their genitals, fur extended almost all the way up to the navel. But, of course, their most stunning feature was their tails. Long and subtle, they were currently wrapped around their waists.

Now, they were starting to stir… my heart beat faster. First one, then the other, yawned and stretched, in a very feline manner. Their eyes opened sleepily, and they were truly made-to-order. One pair emerald, and the other hazelnut, they both stared up at me with curiosity. The shemale was first to rise, daintily stepping out of the box, and getting her balance. It was the first time she ever used her muscle, but it didn’t show very much. The other one soon followed, and while she tried to get her bearings on the new world, her elder sister (I was thinking of them in those terms, for some reason. But they came in the same box, and she got out first, so…) tried to get control of her mouth.

“Maas-sterrrr” she purred, the first word she had ever spoken. I just nodded. With a smile that showed off her feline fangs, she jumped straight into me, hugging me tight, and murmuring “Master” over and over again. The younger soon joined her, and I awkwardly patted them on the head, and asked them to stop… which they did promptly, of course. I had had a hard-on since the box came in the door, but having had those two naked girls pressing themselves against me had given it a rather painful stiffness. Their boobs were sized exactly after my order, too. Now, they were looking at me expectantly, while I tried to gather my thoughts. Then, the silence was broken by the elder, again. “Master, do you have names for us? We’d like names…” Such beautiful naivete. Having gained a jump-off point for my thoughts, I smiled and nodded.

“Certainly, my dears.” Walking forwards, I put my hand on the head of the shemale. “Your name is Katt.” I then proceeded to the girl, who was about an inch lower… due to the lack of male hormone? Never mind. “And you’ll be Purr.” Both smiled their approval of their new names, and I decided that it was time to get down to business. After all, that was what I’d purchased them for. “Follow me.” I simply said, and walked towards my bedroom. They followed me, their semi-paws making no sound on the wooden floor.

My bed was king size. It had come with the house, and I’d always had the feeling that getting rid of it would be a declaration of defeat. I probably had that bed to thank for my recent acquisitions – it was just way too big to sleep in alone, which I’d done for a few weeks anyway. Now, that would change. A sound of pure joy issued from Purr when she saw it, and she immediately jumped into it, bouncing like a rubber ball. I smiled, and gestured for Katt to join her, which she gleefully did. I let them bounce around while I started undressing, figuring it didn’t matter much. Hell, if it broke, no big deal. I had just invested close to a thousand dollars in these two girls, so the repair costs would be negligible in comparison.

Before I had removed my last article of clothing, their hormone system kicked in. Kneeling in front of each other on the bed, they started exploring each other’s body. It was a very erotic sight, and they both wore an expression of pure bliss while they discovered the joys of petting. I could see Katt’s cock rising, though, so I decided to intervene. I had reserved all of their virginities for myself. As soon as I joined them on the bed, they turned their total attention towards me.

“Easy, girls… c’mon, let’s get down to business.” I opened, contradicting myself in a single sentence. They seemed to get the message, though. “Yes, master.” They purred in unison. “Purr, I’ll start on you. Get on all fours.” My command was instantly obeyed. Katt sat back on her haunches, looking on with interest while her younger sister go on her hands and knees, and lifted her tail. She actually wriggled her butt in the air, while she looked back at me. Kneeling behind her, I forced my cock downwards – it was so stiff that it was pointing straight at the ceiling. Her pussy was dripping, and I could see a sheen of moisture on her asshole too. But that was for later. Right now, it was her actual virginity I was after. The way she arched her back, so very feline, made it easier. Finally, I managed to position myself at the entrance to her hot grotto, and I slowly entered, savoring every second of it.

Then, I could feel the expected resistance. Newly made, she was, with a virginity fresh from the tanks. Now, my hard rod was poised right on her cherry, ready to break through it. Steadying myself, I grasped the bottom of her tail, and pushed forwards full-force. The sound that issued from between her lips as I tore away her maidenhood seems to be a mixture of a gasp, a moan and a meow. Then, before I knew it, I was buried in her to the root. Steadying myself, I began fucking her in earnest, giving her the first sexual experience of a life designed for them. She was purring now, just like a real cat, and it felt as if the vibrations spread all the way into my cock. But that was probably just what the add had called “build-in sexual skill”. Her pussy was contracting around my cock, adding to my pleasure, and judging from everything I could see, I was giving as good as I was getting.

I chanced a look in Katt’s direction. She was jacking off now, slowly, looking at us with rapt attention, her gorgeous green eyes wide open. But she would get her share soon enough. I turned my attention back at Purr, and started putting some more speed into my thrusts. My haunches hit her buns repeatedly, but they were so tight and muscular that they hardly jiggled. She was really getting into it, I could feel. She was pushing back on every thrust, trying to get me deeper, harder, faster, and succeeding. Her breath quickened, and so did mine, as I felt my balls start to boil. She exploded first, mewling as her first-ever orgasm hit her. Half a minute later, I followed suit, getting my first non-self-induced orgasm for several months.

I was breathing hard as I backed away from her. A thin line of mixed cum and pussy-juice connected my cock to her pussy for a few seconds. I felt like I had just run a marathon, and fought in a major battle afterwards. Funny enough, while my body was exhausted, my cock was still standing straight – demanding attention like a spoiled child. And it was going to get its way, as usual. Catching my breath, I turned around and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Purr, come over here, and sit down…” Purring loudly, as if to confirm the correctness of her name, she practically leaped around me, and got ready to sit on my stiff cock. “No, no… turn around!” I said, and gripped her waist to help her.

With her back to me, I carefully maneuvered her down, so that my staff impacted right below her tail. Her ass was releasing its own lubrication, and my cock was still slick from her other juices. It slid in easily, and she redoubled her purring as she continued to lower herself. Considering that she was an Analistic model, there was no real reason to go slow, but I did it anyway. It took several minutes before I finally felt her fur against my thighs, and we both enjoyed every second of it. She wrapped her tail around me, and I put my hands on her large breasts, pulling her back. Now, she was lying on top of me, my cock embedded in her ass, and her well-fucked pussy in the air. Just like I had planned it.

“Katt, now it’s your turn. Come on over and fuck Purr, quickly!” Katt must have been prepared for it, ‘cause she reacted before I’d even finished speaking. She leaped clear over us, landing on the floor in front of us. (On her feet, of course…) She then mauled us, like a tiger on the prowl. Thanks to the acrobatics, she was on top of Purr before I’d closed my mouth. She didn’t thrust into Purr immediately, starting out with a long, steamy hot kiss, while grinding their boobs together. After a few seconds of that, she moved further up, and slid her prick effortlessly into her little sister. I could feel it clearly, through the thin, separating wall. It was clearly bigger than mine was, but somehow, I didn’t feel jealous. Certainly, it was now bringing me almost as much pleasure as it was clearly giving Purr. Purr’s ass was tight, but not as much as one would have expected from a virgin… but then, that’s to be expected since I’d ordered the anal modification. But with Katt’s cock in her pussy, the friction increased tenfold, and so did the pleasure.

My position prevented me from moving very much, but it wasn’t really necessary either. As Katt started thrusting into her, Purr began to move to meet her, and when Katt bottomed out, the impact forced Purr back down on my cock. It was a lazy way to have sex, letting the girls do all the work, but what the hell. They were mine, after all. And certainly, they had no cause to complain… their mewls of pleasure was reaching a higher pitch for every thrust, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that they were about to cum. Besides, I could feel Purr’s ass contracting around my cock, and that was always a sure sign. Figuring that they were probably closer to cumming than me, I started moving as much as I could. I pushed my abdomen up when Katt thrust down, effectively trapping Purr’s holes between us, and reaching a deeper penetration in the process.

For the second time in less than an hour, I felt my balls boil over, and the white hot lava flow up my cock. I dimly heard Katt issue what sounded like a roar, and I felt her cock spasm along with mine. Between us, Purr was acting as if she’d had an epileptic seizure, her limbs flying wildly through the air as a dual orgasm hit her… one vaginal, and one anal. Hell, considering the way Katt was grinding into her pelvis, she might be getting a clitoral orgasm to top it off with!

It took… what, five minutes? More? I dunno… anyway, it took a while before any of us moved. Fortunately for me, the catgirls were very light, thanks to their lithe and agile configuration, so it wasn’t really a problem to have to of them resting on top of me. Thank god I didn’t get the Muscle Amazon Catgirl add-on for either of them! Finally, Katt got up, pulling out of Purr in the process, and with a gentle push from me, Purr soon followed. I was trying to catch my breath – they did weight something, after all – and didn’t get up myself. My cock was still standing straight, but I had a feeling that it wouldn’t last much longer. What to do… then, I noticed that they were both regarding my prick hungrily. It struck me as somewhat strange, considering where it had just been, but then I remembered that Purr was, effectively, a newborn. She hadn’t yet had her first meal, and her intestines hadn’t started working yet. So…

“Like the look of it, girls? You can have a taste, if you want…” I said teasingly. Naturally, they pounced at me, competing for the honor being the first to have her mouth on my cock. It worried me a bit, to have to girls with feline fangs fighting to get their mouths around my most precious possession. But supposedly they both had a subliminal programming, which should prevent any accidental injury to their master. Well, if you can’t put your faith in science…

All worries were purged from my mind as I felt two hot mouths close around my member. Their cat-like tongues felt like sandpaper on my sensitive cockhead, making me jump. But their throats were velvet soft… they actually took turns deep-throating me, as is they were ascertaining that they did, in fact, possess such skills. They did. One of them (the way I was lying prevented me from seeing them very clearly) took me in to the root, while the other started licking my balls… again, the rough tongue made me jump, banging my cockhead against the back of the other one’s throat. She didn’t seem to mind. My god, that girl was really going at my balls… maybe there’d been some jizz on them, leaking from the ass-fuck… that would explain it, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was that I was about to set a personal record, with three times in a row.

Now, usually, I’m not a very loud lover. Heavy breathing is about as loud as I get… but this time, when the sperm forced it’s way out of my sore cock, I roared in orgasm. It wasn’t a spectacular load, but for a third, it was pretty darn good. I could feel that the first jet went directly down the catgirl’s throat, but after that she pulled out some, taking it in the mouth instead. Guess she liked the taste… When I stopped cuming, I wearily lifted my head to see the two girls share my load in a hot, french kiss. Well, as sisters we share… That sight alone would have given me a raging hard-on at any other time, but for now, I was spend. Gathering all of my strength, managed to lift my legs into the bed, and turn around so that my head was resting on a pillow. And that was as far as I got before I fell asleep… well, “passed out” would probably be a more honest phrasing.


It was high noon before I woke up… quite a nap. But then again, I hadn’t slept very well the past couple of nights, and my first session with my catgirls had been quite exhausting. Still, it couldn’t have been much past 9 when I went to sleep, having been awake for little more than two hours at that point. Well, it didn’t really matter, I didn’t have anything planed for today.

My senses were starting to come back on-line. The first thing I noticed was that I was surrounded by warm, furry, naked, female bodies. Not a bad thing to wake up to. Less pleasant was the fact that both of my arms were still sound asleep, probably due to the fact that there was a catgirl lying on top of each of them. After two futile attempts to pull my stone-dead arms out from under them, I turned to the girl on my right – Purr, as it turned out, and kissed her gently on the forehead. She awoke with a smile, an ability usually only found in children, and returned my kiss… on the mouth, though. “Good morning, master!” She said cheerfully. “ ’morning, Purr. Now that you are awake, would you mind getting off of my arm?” She leaped off, once again demonstrating the agility that catgirls possess, and looked somewhat worried. “I’m sorry, master… I didn’t think of that.”

I grimaced as the returning bloodflow into my arm made it feel like an exhibit at the Museum of Acupuncture, but managed to shake my head. “Don’t worry about it, Purr. These things happen, and I know that it’s just because you wanted to be close to me.” That perked her right up again, and her smile brightened the room as surely as the noonday sun. Using my newly resurrected right arm, I managed to extract my left from under Katt, and she didn’t even wake up at it. What is it they call it? The sleep of the virtuous, or something like that…

Shaking some life back into my left arm, I started looking around for my clothes, but then I decided against it. I wasn’t planning on going anywhere today, so instead I pulled my silken kimono out of my closet and slid into it. It was a souvenir from my first trip to Japan, and it was wonderful to wear. Cliche or not, it felt like the hands of a lover… Turning away form my locker, I saw that Katt was still sleeping. Purr was looking at her with wide open eyes, while she licked her lips… a closer look revealed the reason: Katt was sporting an impressive hard-on. Morning wood? Or maybe she was just having a really nice dream…

Walking over to Purr, I whispered in her ear. “Purr, why don’t you wake up Katt… in a nice way.” She nodded merrily, and started sneaking over the rumpled sheets towards her big sister. The room was totally quiet, ‘cept for the sound of our breaths, but it was still impossible to hear Purr moving. In this case, it probably wasn’t necessary, though, since Katt was so deeply asleep. I moved in closer, the sound of my own footsteps muffled by the thick rug, hoping to get a good look at the scene. Purr was going at it like a pro, as if she had done things like this a thousand times before. Amazing what they could program into the instincts nowadays…

Katt was lying partly on her side, making access to her genitals difficult at best. Purr solved that by gently tickling her left ear. Reflectively, the shemale batted away the nonexistent instinct, and rolled over on her back. Okay, next problem: her cock was lying on her belly, making it impossible for Purr to get her mouth around it. It also revealed Katt’s pussy, nestled right between and below her balls… I’d have to take a closer look at that, sometime. Anyway, Purr solved that problem by breathing lightly on the sensitive cockhead. Katt arched her back, still in her sleep, and her cock jumped out from her belly for a split second. That was enough for Purr to get her mouth around it. She then started working it over as fast as she could, while Katt started stirring…

I could see on Katt’s face that she was still halfway in dreamland, which was indicative that my earlier guess about her wet dreams was true. Purr was discarding stealth in favor of speed now, gripping the base of Katt’s cock in her paw to steady herself, and running her head up and down as fast as her neck muscles could propel her. At that rate, it only took ten more seconds before Katt’s eyes flew open, and she arched her back in orgasm, unloading her sperm in Purr’s mouth. Purr happily drank it all down, not wasting a drop of it… supposedly, catgirls also had extra-tasty sperm, but I wasn’t interested in finding out. Purr loved it, and that was all that mattered.

Purr backed away, licking her lips to make sure she got it all, and Katt stretched in a distinctively feline way, before getting off the bed. “Good morning, master.” She said simply. The way she talked and acted seemed to indicate a somewhat more serious personality, a little bit more mature. It was a little early to pass judgements, but it would appear that my unconscious classification of them as little sister and big sister was rather appropriate.

“Hardly morning, Katt… more like noon. You hungry?” Both of them nodded eagerly, and I realized that it had been a very silly question… they had never had a meal in their entire life, and they had just engaged in a very tiring bit of exercise. Shaking my head at my own stupidity, I reached into the closet and withdrew the garments I had ordered for them. They had arrived the day before, something that had only been possible due to my job at GenCorp… The same day I had ordered the girls, I had extracted the design specification for the generic catgirl from the corporate mainframe, and used the approximate measurements listed there to order the clothes.

It is said that you can never truly tame a cat, and although the geneticists claim that that particular feline trait is not included in the catgirl, my choice in clothes for them nonetheless reflects the inert wildness of cats. Fashioned from replicated hide (you can’t buy the real thing anymore… at least not on the open market.), they looked mostly like a cavewoman’s most daring bikini. A pair of artfully primitive hide bras, and two loincloths… g-strings would have been difficult, due to the tail. Besides, a loincloth is just about the most revealing attire know to (wo)man. Katt’s cock would be clearly visible from behind, and whenever she got a hard-on…

I threw the skimpy pieces of skin over to the girls, who picked them up and looked at them with an expression of bemusement on their faces. I wondered briefly if the ability to get dressed had been left out of their knowledge base… after all, most people probably didn’t bother giving them clothes. It was my experience, though, that the right sort of clothes can be sexier than complete nudity. But apparently, they were just surprised by the nature of their new attires. They didn’t take long to put them on, and when they were done, they posed for me like supermodels, without me even asking. They were like something out of a caveman’s wettest dreams… certainly, it made my cock jump. Ordering myself to calm down – there would be plenty of time for un-calmness later – I started down the stairs, and gestured for them to follow me.

Down in the kitchen, I opened the fridge and started searching for some meat. In my fridge, that usually meant full spelunking gear, a rope connection to the outside, and a mobile phone in case I needed to call a rescue team… But I had made sure to put the pack from the butcher in the front parts, so I managed to locate it without much trouble. I know that many people feed their catgirls table scraps or cat food, which they can live off just fine, but I got plenty of money, so I figure I can keep them well fed on good meat. Besides, I’ve got some indication that red, raw meat can call up the wild side of the catgirls, and that’s an aspect of them that I want to cultivate.

As I watched them devour the raw meat, tearing it to pieces with their powerful fangs, I recalled all the information I had gathered about their construction. Being a GeneCorp employee carried more advantages than the 10% off, especially if you happen to work in their computer division. My job, you see, is to keep their massive mainframe running smoothly. I’m not really a geneticist, although I got rather decent marks for it at high school, but when it comes to AI systems, I’m not afraid to call myself an expert. And that also means that I basically got access to every bit of information that GeneCorp possesses, including all the stuff about catgirls. And my basic knowledge of genetics is good enough to understand most of the scientific stuff. Maybe GeneCorp doesn’t realize that, or maybe they just don’t care.

I did find out a few things they probably didn’t want out in the press, though. For one thing, the first catgirls they made actually ended up severely injuring some of the scientists. They were running extreme-case tests to make sure that the “Master’s Voice” would work no matter how much abuse they were put through. The “Master’s Voice” is a genetically defined subconscious blocking that prevents geneslaves from injuring their masters, and it’s always worked. But during those tests, the subjects actually managed to break the blocking, and one of the scientists ended up spending half a month in a hospital… and in an age of nanobiotics, that’s a lot. The later generations of catgirls had an improved version of “Master’s Voice” build in, and (very, very, careful) tests confirmed that those could not be broken. Also, the special models that are designed to suffer a lot of pain and abuse were given an even stronger blocking, just to be safe… still, despite all those safeguards, I’m fairly sure that the sale of catgirls would drop dramatically if that bit of trivia got out… But I ain’t talking. Besides, I’ve got no intention of bringing my girls to the point where they might need to break their blocks… especially not after reading about the stuff they did to test it. It was all described in great detail, and I felt nauseous after the first two paragraphs. But, you know, you just can’t stop reading those kinds of things… it’s like watching splatter-movies. It ain’t funny, it ain’t pretty, and it’ll give you nightmares… but it’s got some kind of attraction. Anyway, considering what lengths they pushed the girls to, to break the original “Master’s Voice”, I don’t even have the imagination to come up with enough cruelty to possibly break the new versions. Nor would I try…

Cheery line of thought, huh? Especially while you’re watching two demi-humans gorge themselves with raw meat. I shook my head to clear it. There were more important things to think about, such as the fact that those four hours of sleep had rejuvenated me somewhat… my kimono was starting to show a bit of deformation on the front parts. Also, I hadn’t had a chance to screw Katt yet, and that thought made my cock jump to full size. It looked like they were about done eating, anyway. I was about to head back to the bedroom with them, when I though better of it.

Smiling to myself, I picked up a pair of towels, and handed them to the girls, so that they could get the blood off their faces… well, it was actually just meat juices, but it certainly looked grisly. I noticed that they were both watching the bulge in my kimono while wiping their faces… When they were done, and had gotten on their feet, I simply went over to Katt and pushed her down, so that she was bent over the edge of the table. She didn’t say anything either, just mewled expectantly. How a mewl can be expectant? Beats me, but that’s what it sounded like.

She lifted her tail in the air, revealing her puckered, brown asshole, as well as her cute, little pussy. And her balls. Well, that might have turned some people off, but it just made me even harder. After all, that was why I had ordered a shemale. I opened the front of my kimono, letting my raging hard-on into the air at last. It was hard as steel, and I knew I had to get the most of it. Knowing my own limits, I probably wouldn’t be able to get it up again for several hours. Maybe not until tonight. So, I debated with myself which hole to take. The pussy was virginal, and it was always a thrill to tear through the thin barrier of the cherry… but her ass would be tight, tighter than Purr’s, since Katt hadn’t gotten the anal enhancement.

Her virginity could wait, I decided. The reason why I had bought an analistic catgirl is that I’m anally fixated, obviously, so that tight little hole seemed more attractive to me than the pussy. Holding Katt’s tail out of the way with one hand, and steering my hard cock with the other, gently nudged her sphincter with my cockhead. I could feel the lubrication on her asshole, which would be necessary this time – my prick was quite dry. But her anal juices were excellent lubrication, and as I started putting my weight into it, I slid slowly into her tight butthole. While I grinded my full length into her, one inch at a time, she gave off a long, deep moan, with just an undertone of a meow. When my crotch hair finally touched her buns, she was practically out of breath, and so was I… even though I hadn’t moaned at all.

Her ass was vice-tight and very hot around my staff. It was better than when I screwed Purr there, and already my balls were aching. But I fully intended to get a real fuck out of my last erection that day, so I waited calmly for my breath to stabilize, and my balls to calm down. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Purr, sitting on a kitchen chair with her legs wide open, playing with herself. She was clearly getting off on watching us… too bad I wouldn’t have any cock left for her when I was done here. Now, back to Katt… I had calmed down sufficiently that I should be able to fuck her to an orgasm before I came myself. (Catgirls also had an easier time getting anal orgasms… something that is not mentioned in the commercials, since it bolsters men’s ego to think that it is thanks to their skill.)

I leaned over her and put my hands on her lithe back, pushing her into the table. Her large tits were flattened against the table, and I could feel her shiver from the sensation of the cold plastic against her sensitive nibbles. Then, I pulled out, almost as slowly as I had pushed it in, all the say. I stopped when I could feel her asshole stretch slightly to accommodate my engorged dickhead, and then I pushed in with all my strength, sinking in to the hilt in a split second. She meowed loudly, and I could feel her jump slightly from the sudden friction. I pulled out again, a bit quicker this time, and smashed it in again. Out, a bit faster, and smashing back in. Again. Again. I build up speed, until I was pulling out and smashing in as fast as I could move my hips. Two times, I pulled out too far, my cock leaving her ass entirely, but I got lucky… in both cases, I hit the hole again when I thrust forwards, and the added depth of those thrusts made her meow a bit louder. If I hadn’t been that lucky, I could have hit her tailbone instead, and that hurts! It never happened to me, but I know a guy… sure, it’s supposed to end with both of you screaming, but not in that way.

I started sacrificing some of the length of my thrusts, in favor of speed. I think it’s called piston-fucking, but who cares. What matters is that it pushed us both over the edge. I pushed in as deep as it would go, and held it there while I filled her bowels with my sperm. She trembled under me, screaming out her orgasm. I wonder if the neighbors could hear that? Ah, to hell with that! But it would probably be a bad idea to get it on with the girl in my back yard, even though it’s shielded from curious eyes. I wouldn’t want to get complaint from the rest of the neighborhood.

As I pulled out, I heard Purr meowing loudly behind me, apparently getting her first “home made” orgasm. Turning around, I took in the sight. She was still sitting on the chair, but she had put her legs up over the armrests, spreading her legs widely enough to impress a ballet dancer. Alas, despite that heavenly sight, my cock was rapidly deflating, checking out after a hard day of work. But you don’t need a cock to pleasure a girl… it was time to see whether the commercials had spoken the truth. Moving rapidly, I didn’t even give her the time to recover from her orgasm… I simply walked over to her chair, dropped down to my knees, and buried my head in her lap. My first lick informed me that the catalog hadn’t been lying: She really did taste wonderful. Sweet and tangy, like the sort of candy all children enjoy.

Her pussy was very wet from her latest orgasm, and her rapid fingering had scattered the sweet juices all over her crotch. The fur that started right above her pussy was wet and slick, and I carefully kept my tongue away from that area. I like cats, but no so much that I’d like to start coughing up hairballs like them. Instead, I digged deeper into her cunt, burying my nose in the wet fur. Mmmm… she smelled nice too. I could hear on the sounds she made that she was enjoying my attention immensely, but don’t cats always enjoy attention? I could also hear that she was started climbing the hill towards another orgasm, and I decided to speed her up a bit. Lifting my head a fraction of an inch, I started searching around in the upper reaches of her dripping wet slit, and when she suddenly jumped in her seat, I knew I had found the clit. I attacked it mercilessly, first playing with it with my tongue, then sucking with my lips, and finally biting gently with my teeth.

Naturally, that send her rocketing towards the desired cum… I know, though, that it is a technique to be used with care. Too much stimulation on the clit, and it looses its sensitivity. But this time I had timed it right, that became clear when her slender, but strong, thighs wrapped around my neck and pulled me harder into her pussy. She’s really quite strong, you know. With that pressure, I had to give up on the clit and dive into the depths of her cunt again… not that it mattered. She was already cumming, as a gush of liquid proclaimed, hitting my tongue. I eagerly lapped it up, and continued to stimulate her to prolong her orgasm. It worked, too… she kept cumming for several minutes, shaking, meowing, and pushing me into her pussy. I was just starting to worry, ‘cause I was running out of breath, when she suddenly went limp. Her legs slid down my arms, and I could finally get up again. My knees hurt some, but I didn’t care. The taste on her pussy was still on my tongue, and the sleepy smile on her face gave me a warm’n’fuzzy feeling inside…

That evening, after having eaten and bathed (along with the girls… I had no idea washing fur could be so much fun), I sent them up to bed, to rest a bit before I went up myself. I could feel that my libido had returned full force, and we probably wouldn’t get much sleep tonight. But who cares, it’s Sunday tomorrow, we can sleep for as long as we want. Heh… real cats usually sleep about 14 hours ‘a day, but the geneticists wisely chose to edit that trait out. Actually, the catgirls can do just fine with 4-6 hours of sleep, and go for several days without sleep at all, with no adverse effects.

Anyway, even on a Saturday, there are things I have to do. Like checking my e-mail. So, I went into the net, my element, and was surprised to find an actual e-mail amongst the heaps of junkmail… I’m an AI expert. I could surf the net before I could walk. My knowledge of computers is great enough to call to me the attention of one of the world’s largest corporations. But even I can’t find an effective way to keep all the junk out… somehow, it always stays one step ahead of the filters. But, as I said, this time there was an actual mail, from a friend I’ve never met. He shares many of my tastes, though, so we often exchange information about sites with catgirls and such. Incidentally, he also shares my anal fixation. My latest mail to him included an old, Chinese manga that I had gotten off on in a serious way, ‘cause it contained some serious anal action. And not just fucking… shown in it was an ingenious machine, build with a single purpose: To widen a girl’s asshole beyond anything that was possible in those days. The manga was from before the genetic revolution, so the makers could not have anticipated the fact that it would one day be possible to create girls who could do that… back then, it was merely an impossible fantasy.

So, did he like it too? What does it say here… hm hmm… WHAT?!? Whew… is he serious? Gotta check this out. Oh please, don’t let this be a broken link… Yes! He wasn’t lying… this site sells all sorts of perverted stuff. Wow… okay, here it is. I can’t believe somebody actually went and constructed it in real life! I’ll buy it… no matter the cost. Oh, that one looks interesting too! And that… gee, I feel like a boy in a candy store. And with the paycheck I’m getting, I’m a very rich boy in a candy store! Hmm, I was going to buy one of those anyway, might as well include it in the order. Okay, how long will this take… air mail, that’s good, but it’s Sunday tomorrow. Probably not ‘till Thursday, then. Well, I’ll have to make some preparations first, anyway. But not tonight. Tonight, we’ll be making love. Tomorrow, we can get down to the fucking.


End of part 1