Kitty Softpaws Human Novels & Stories

"That's Anya. She has friends at school who have cats, and she wants to have a dog. It took a series of tantrums and drama to make her parents agree to this. They're busy with work and afraid they cannot care for the animal. I'm the babysitter." "Oh? You'll be the one to help her then?" I winced and could just shrug. As if I had another choice. "That's Bill, our chihuahua. Isn't he lovely?" the lady brought her finger close to the cage, and the little animal licked it. She encouraged Anya to do the same but the little girl kindly shook her head. I excused myself from Willy to join them. "How is it, Anya? He's adorable. We'll buy him a cage later with Kuya Kaleb."

"Pet, don't make me ask twice. You won't like it." The words were out of my mouth before I can help it. Where did that come from? My dick. It officially thought it was in charge. Bad dick. “I am NOT a pet,” she scowls back at me, but it’s like a little cub trying to do a big bad roar, and her voice sounds just as sweet as she looks and smells. She stands still while I look at her, waiting for her to give in and follow my command, and she does, with her own little flair of false bravado.

“I did nothi-ing, h-hik, I-I forgot everything and was locked up in some shallow space all decorated with stones. After everything their ancestor did to me, a beautiful prison is what they built as an apology! A BEAUTIFUL PRISON! “All I knew was that I had to sit there all day eating and doing nothing, only escaping once in a while, and even if I was being used I had to as it was my only entertainment. Even until I was branded, all I regretted was how no one came anymore until… he came. “He knew what I wanted, he promised to humor me if I followed him and I did… hik, then I meet you… hik… I can’t even tell you how much I like you waahhh!!!” Childish and high-pitched like a little girl’s, Paw

She couldn't help but look at them. He gave her an amused smile. "I'm mean?" Hesitantly, she nodded. "It's who I am, little kitten." Daisy scrunched her nose at the new nickname. "Don't like it?" He asked, refering to the name. She shook her head in response. "You're like a kitten. You jump at loud noises and your claws come out...occasionally." "I like puppies more than kittens." She said, not responding to his teasing smile.

Tom said as he backed away, but just as his back hit the door, I called out to him. “No! You’re not going anywhere until you run the test again and clear this mess up,” I insisted, but he shook his head and opened the door. He was just about to step outside when he bumped into a large, intimidating man standing right at the door, glaring down at him. The man shoved him aside roughly, slamming Tom’s head against the doorpost, and he crumbled to the floor. The large man stormed into the room, and as soon as he entered, I noticed the changing color of his eyes—I knew instantly he wasn’t human. He was just like me, a wolf.

She blinked up at me, and I almost got weak knees. My chest tightened. “Is... is that a cat?” I whispered, even though it was obvious. “Yeah.” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking everywhere but at me. “A Khao Manee. The lady said it’s a rare breed.” I was down the last three steps before he finished. I dropped to my knees immediately and reached for the cat. She didn’t flinch as she walked straight into my outstretched hands. Her fur was so soft it felt like clouds.

And just like that, the wolf was back and in full control. She stepped out of the shadows in front of him. “Hi there,” her voice was low, husky, and full of hunger. “I don’t suppose you’d be interested in giving me a ride.”

The greyhound stuck his tail between his legs and retreated behind anthony. anthony chuckled and said silently to the hound, “Nothing to be ashamed of, man. That cat has the heart of a tiger.” Keiki stuck her nose up and flipped to the adults on the porch with a look that said, Who shall I allow to pet me next? She settled for Jeremy and started purring under his hand. “Come on, Boris,” Joey squeaked. “We’re playing tag!” “Joey, sweetie, don’t be too wild,” Rose called.

She growls viciously at me, snapping her teeth. “Hello, Sasha. Nice to officially meet you.” I smile at her. Sasha bows her head to me, and her demeanor changes. She acknowledges me as her master if only Ari would be so willing, but her wolf is different. Animals know when to submit, but humans don’t know when to submit. I approach her and then pet her head and scratch her behind her right ear. She almost purrs at my touch, rubbing her head in my hand. Her fur is soft.

The distant voice whispered in her head, but Kitty didn't seem to hear it. Kitty's breath hitched. “How do you know my name?” She stepped back from him. “Oh no, you don't, Pussy Cat.” he gripped her and pulled her to his chest. “You are my mate, after all.” His eyes flickered between black and gold. “Let's get you cleaned up a bit," he whispered against her lips. Kitty was frozen in the spot. She watched him pour warm water into a pan from an old kettle, and then he placed the pan on the table. Her body trembled as her views followed him, striding majestically towards her. He curled his fingers gently at her waist and lifted her, then set her to sit on the table next to the pan of heated wat