"Cat-Burglar"  } ( MF cons anal voy fantasy ) [1/3]


I stretched as I awoke, and the muted chorus of smells and sounds 
evidenced that most of the city was slumbering.  A glance told me my 
body had roused itself at just the right time - the moon was a hazy 
sliver on the skyline, and when it was gone I could go to work.

I shifted to a sitting position between the roofs and tried to clean 
myself of the soot that filled the city air.  The residue was almost the 
same color gray as my fur, but the cat in my mage-cursed ancestry just 
felt unclean.  Once my ablutions were completed, I looked up and failed 
to find the moon; it was time.

There was one architectural feature that made me choose this shop over 
other prosperous yet ill guarded stores; it had a double roof.  At some 
point the shop had been expanded - and rather than rebuild the entire 
roof, the carpenters had just made a second one which butted against the 
eave end of the first, as if two houses had been pushed together.  This 
left a blind spot in the valley between the two, and I was even able to 
stand unseen from the street and other buildings around the area.  A 
perfect place to wait unnoticed for the shop to close.

I slunk up to the gables and peeked down to the street - nothing.  Good.  
I slowly lowered myself from the edge of the roof.  Working my hind 
claws into the soft wood of the building, I idly thought the grasping 
merchant should've popped for a coat of paint a couple of months ago.  
'Just another reason why I should relieve him of his undeserved wealth.'  
I worked my way slowly and quietly along the outside of the second floor 
to a shuttered window.  Removing one hand from the wood, I drew my 
dagger, slipped the needle-thin blade between the two shutters and 
raised the catch.  The blade was too light and slender for tasks such as 
cutting food or stabbing people, and probably would break if breathed on 
too heavily.   It was perfect for this sort of thing, though, and in its 
sheath looked like any ordinary utility dagger all residents could 
lawfully wear.  Besides, the bottom third of the scabbard was the 
perfect place to keep what few lockpicks I needed for my work.  Further, 
any fighting I had to do would be attended to quite well with the tools 
nature - or rather a mad sorcerer with a penchant for crossbreeding 
experiments - gave me and my kin.

As I opened the shutters, I saw that the upper windows were left open on 
this warm night.  Even better - I'd have fewer things to replace upon 
leaving.  I slipped into the upper room and pulled the shutter behind 
me, albeit without closing the latch.

The attic was empty of life, and I padded over to a wardrobe to quietly 
pick through the clothes within.  An apology gift for Chanda was my 
first priority.  My landlady could be a right old hag sometimes (like 
when I didn't pay my rent) but she was fair enough to treat me, my 
fellow Kattas and other "sub-humans" decently, and I like to give as 
good (or bad) as I get.  I had just selected a nice new dress common 
enough that Chanda could wear without being suspected of receiving 
stolen goods (not that she had any qualms about fencing my swag for me) 
when I heard the front door downstairs open.  I stopped, puzzled; there 
was only supposed to be one clerk that slept on a cot downstairs who 
locked the doors, so why did the door open without the sound of key in 
lock, and why was there now a hushed conversation?  I slunk over to the 
top of the stairs to hear better what was being said.

"I was worried you weren't coming."

"Father stayed up for ages, and I didn't want to leave until I knew he 
was asleep."

"Oh, I've missed you Melissa."  I heard a brief kiss.

"And I you, dear Khedron.  Shall we get reacquainted with one another?"  

Aha, the lowly stock-boy was having a secret affair with the 
storeowner's daughter!  They must've been meeting infrequently, for I 
had watched the shop for over a week before striking, and seen no 
activity at night.  I heard the couple moving about downstairs.

"But your cot?"  Her voice was louder.

"Oh, that's too small for us; I've got a surprise upstairs."

SHIT!  The window was too far away; I darted back to the wardrobe, 
chucked the dress back in, shut the door silently and hid in the small, 
shadowy gap between wardrobe and corner of attic.

'Urdo's balls!  I hope they don't bring the lamp this way.  Watch; I bet 
the surprise is a fancy dress he's been scrimping and saving to buy for 
her, and it just happens to be in the cabinet next to me!'

Fortunately my pessimism was worse than reality, for they turned away 
from me upon entering, and moved to a pile of sacks covered with a few 
thick blankets - I knew what they were planning.

'Gods, I agree with her,' I grumbled inside my head.  'Why couldn't you 
have set this up DOWNSTAIRS so at least I could make a graceful escape?'

The girl sat on the impromptu bed and pulled him down beside her.  They 
embraced and kissed passionately, and I consoled myself that they were 
just kids - after a few minutes of fumbling, they'll both be asleep and 
I could stroll downstairs, clean out the till and leave through the 
front door they probably forgot to lock.  I inched down to a sitting 
position in my private shadow and prepared to enjoy the show.

The young man was of average height, dark and a little on the slender 
side; his lover was a head shorter, with long, red hair, lots of cute 
freckles (all over, I would discover) and was skinny as my knife.  
Funnily enough, that wasn't even in fashion anymore; all the nobles 
these days were looking for a bride who could sit out a couple of years 
of famine and nourish a kid or two to boot.

The young man (What was his name - Kallen?  Kharlen? Curse my bad 
memory.) started to undress...Melina?...by the bodice of her dress and 
pulling it down off her shoulders.  Her breasts were small and high on 
her chest, and the small, dark nipples showed her excitement.  I got my 
first hint that this was not to be a one-act play when Khedron (finally 
remembered the damn name) started leisurely trailing kisses down her 
neck to her tits.

He spent ages lavishing her breasts with attention, making me dwell on 
the three lonely months I'd lived since I found Grishnak in my bed with 
some trollop.  I chucked his green butt straight out the window and 
shredded the sheets covering that poor lass.  She was so terrified of a 
half-woman, half-cat casting about in a jealous rage that she dashed out 
without getting her clothes.  Damn, I missed that dumb orc.
For all his faults (and he'd had many) he was good in the sack.  I 
sighed wistfully and immediately bit my tongue.  

Fortunately the performers were too busy to notice comments from the 
unknown audience.  Stock-boy had taken her dress off completely and as 
she lay back moaning, he plunged a couple of fingers in and out of her 
glistening cunt.  The shopkeep's daughter started thrashing about when 
her lover applied a slick thumb to the tip of her lips.  'Already giving 
her an orgasm and he's still fully clothed!' I thought.   'Damn, why 
can't I meet guys like this?'

Once she'd recovered, Melina started to undress her partner.  When she 
lowered his breeches, I was surprised to see Khedron was still soft - 
hell, I'd gotten damp watching that noisy climax of hers, why wasn't he 
hard from GIVING it to her?  His lover quickly remedied that 
shortcoming, taking him in hand and manipulating his dick to hardness.  
She traced fingernails over the sensitive flesh of his thighs, cock and 
balls, ran a finger between the head and foreskin before he was hard, 
even breathed hot air on him.  Despite my desire to vicariously suck 
Khedron off through her actions, Melina proved herself to be a 'nice 
girl' and merely sat on his erect member with a gasp when it was hard 
enough.

Khedron was lying with his legs dangling over the end of their 'love-
mat' and his proud cock on display to me.  Melina was sitting up facing 
his feet (and me), bouncing up and down on the veiny masterpiece.  I 
panted as I watched it stretch her cunt lips.  It was all too easy to 
imagine that cock penetrating ME instead of this slip of a girl.  I 
stifled a groan and clasped my hands together to keep myself from 
diddling myself.

In retrospect, I'd say that Khedron was only average in girth, but in my 
deprived state, he seemed glorious.  He also knew just how to use that 
thing of his, which only made him all the more tantalizing to me.

After an eternity of bliss for them (and torture for me), Melina showed 
signs of nearing another peak.  The lad was reaching up and fondling her 
breasts from behind when by pure chance a draft from the open windows 
brushed my cloak against one of my hard nipples as he started tweaking 
his lover's.  Somehow I managed to keep quiet, but my shuddering nearly 
made me collapse and fall into the lamplight.  I so much wanted to dash 
over there and lap at their merging groins, but that would scare both of 
them shitless and then probably Khedron would try something stupid like 
drawing a weapon.  I really didn't want to gut him; he was too good at 
what he was doing.  His hips rose with her every down-stroke and from 
his gyrations he must've been touching every nerve in Melina's box - her 
sounds of delight lent credence to that.

When she came, the girl fell back onto his chest; his arms coming up to 
hold her close as she balled the sheets in her hands and called his name 
to the rafters.  I stared intently at the girl's pussy lips clenching 
rhythmically around his shaft, juices flowing in spurts from her to 
glaze their thighs.  Khedron pulled his lover up to kiss, and I was 
again surprised by his fortitude - his still-hard cock popped out of her 
and bobbed in the air.  By all things holy and infernal, the boy had 
just fucked a nubile young woman to an impressive orgasm and managed to 
remain as hard as a mithril hammer!  'He must be taking herbs or 
something,' I told myself.  'No human I've run into (repeatedly) has 
this level of control.  Maybe I should stop by again when the redhead's 
not around?'

After a few minutes of romantic cuddling, Melina spoke up: "You know 
what I asked you about last time?  I'm ready to try it."

"Are you sure, Melissa?"  MELISSA?  Curse this sieve I call a brain - at 
least this time I had been close.

"Yes, I know it might hurt, but I want to know what it's like, for 
better or worse.  And if it's a good thing, then I've got another way of 
pleasing you," she concluded, kissing him lovingly on the cheek.

They shifted around, Melissa on her shoulders and knees, and Khedron 
kneeling behind her and fondling her sopping cunt.  After coating a 
finger with her nectar, he raised it up to the tight pink rosebud of her 
asshole.  Though she gasped at the first touch, her beau was wise enough 
to stroke around her opening and her buttocks in general, to let her 
relax and become used to the feelings.  Once she lowered her shoulders 
back to the 'bed', he pressed against the noose of muscle.  It parted 
slightly and his fingernail disappeared inside.  Melissa thrust her face 
into the sheets and cried out - in pain or pleasure neither her partner 
nor I, her secret admirer, could tell.  

Khedron tried to pull away, but she grasped his hand with one of her 
own, while I could see the other reach the sparse nest of red hair over 
her cunt.  With a couple of gentle pushes Melissa managed to relax 
finally, and the young man's finger entered her more easily.  He took 
his time easing the digit in and out.  Soon a second finger joined the 
first.  Before long he was enthusiastically reaming her, and combined 
with her own actions further forward, Melissa was quickly nearing on my 
personal record of orgasms in one session.  When he withdrew his 
fingers, she moaned from apparent loneliness, but was quelled by the 
feeling of his hard cock brushing over her labia, slicking the cock with 
her juices.  

As Khedron nudged his engorged head against her asshole, Melissa moaned 
encouragement to him.  He pushed slightly and his knob popped inside, 
evoking a squeal from his lover.  Her hands shot back to grasp his 
buttocks, keeping him from retreating.  The girl's animalistic 
utterances were sprinkled with affirmatives, and I knew I was watching a 
woman reveling in a new sensation she was determined to enjoy again.  
When he reached under her - doubtlessly caressing her gushing snatch - 
Melissa's cries of delight were almost enough to make me cum just from 
watching and listening to her.

I snapped out of my wanton trance - now was the time!  The young lovers 
were facing away, and though my entry window was in their field of 
vision, the stairs were not.  I silently padded down them, wondering if 
I might make a profit off this heist yet.

I didn't, of course.  I was standing over the unlocked till staring at 
enough gold to pay my rent for ages.  The merchant was probably 
scheduled to take the weekly revenues to a more secure location the next 
day.  It would've been so easy to scoop the coins out and just stroll 
out the open front door, and I'm still wondering why I didn't.

No, I'm not.  The source of my restraint was sympathy for two young 
people upstairs doing something more than mere fucking - they were 
making love.  What they had I envied (Katta males are too much like our 
feline ancestors - find a female in heat, knock her up and stroll off 
into the night) and Khedron was supposed to be on watch.  Trouble would 
befall him if anything went missing from the shop, maybe even the 
lovers' separation and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I 
caused them problems.  I'd also noticed a few old welts on his back just 
before I left, and vowed to keep Melissa's father in mind if I ever 
graduated to housebreaking...or fell back upon mugging.

So, as I shut the door behind me, I decided to search for either a man 
to fuck senseless and then rob blind, or one to fuck me senseless and 
let me stay the night.  Walking off in a horny daze, I listened to that 
wonderful young woman's sounds of pleasure fade into the distance...

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