Puss In Boots Kitty Softpaws Novels & Stories

I said softly, “looks like you’ve got a knack for scaring big bad wolves.” The cat meowed, a soft, almost smug sound, and I smiled. This cat was mine now.

I say, motioning to where Kitty-Kat sleeps half-covered under my duvet. He goes over and strokes Kitty-Kat’s fur. “He’s grown a lot. He looks bigger than in the photos.” Kitty-Kat meows, stretches, and curls into a ball again. “It’s been a year,” I say. “He’s an adult now.” He sits down at the foot of the bed and pats the space next to him. “Come here.” XXX

It’s not like they look like twins, they just have a lot of the same features. A door in the other end of the library opens and Pusscat steps in, the right one this time. I gasp slightly and my knees literally go weak. I have to steady myself on the fireplace not to look like some weak idiot. He is wearing a close-fitting bottle green button down and black dress pants that hug his slim hips. Damn he looks good. What is happening to me ? I force my eyes back on the painting. I am shaken. Have I always been checking out men ?

“Oh my… kitty. Why are you alone, hm?” Her voice was soft, almost a whisper. The baby kitten stared at her with shiny, round eyes. It was so tiny, only a few days old. Rosa’s lips curved into a smile immediately. Without hesitation, she scooped it up gently and held it against her chest. “Meow~ meow~ miu!” She stroked its fur with delicate fingers. It was a small, white ball of fluff. “Where’s your mumma? Did you get lost, kitty?” she murmured and the little cat tried to climb up toward her neck. Smiling, Rosa lifted it higher, cupping its arm carefully in her palms.

“Well, the landlord usually charges a super expensive amount of silver for these high-grade wolf furs, but the old alpha owner took a real, massive shine to our little pack faces and gave our boots a huge discount, so it is just a couple hundred silver pieces for the night, Godmother.” Blossom chimes in immediately with a loud, dirty chuckle, slapping her thigh. “You little pups must have the absolute luck of the wild goddess! If your boots belonged to my den, I’d let your gorgeous little frames stay inside my furs completely for free. All three of you look like sweet little white wolf cherubs. Just sleeping inside this room is bound to sprinkle some good mating fortune on the entire propert

“Breathe. You're hardly a pet without a collar. Be on your best manners, Kitten, and I won't tug too hard.” The dread and terror on her face is satisfying to watch, as I lift her from the floor into my arms, heading out of the room. In my pants, my cock was long and hard against my thigh, with a very visible bulge that is sure to land on the cover of gossip blogs and magazines after tonight.

The scent of him—cedar and cold rain—wrapped around me like a physical touch. As I walked into the grand foyer, I froze. There, by the door, were a pair of pink, fluffy bunny slippers. I looked down and saw Peter was wearing a matching pair in blue. "Seriously?" I asked, a bubble of laughter escaping me. Peter glanced down at his feet, unbothered. "The market had a pack-special on them. You don't like the rabbits?" "They’re... adorable," I said, slipping the pink ones on. "I didn't peg you for a bunny person."

"Let me guess, you are the real heavy's little pampered pet then? And he just lets you roam around half-naked and pretending to be important until he ruts you and reminds you how little power you have. Isn't that right?" Stopping a couple steps from the cage, the angry no-fur flexed his feet, drawing attention to them. But they weren't no-fur feet. He had the hairless rear paws of a tom, claws and all. There were vague scars just below his no-fur knees showing where the alteration had stopped. He squatted down, coming close to being on King's forced lower level. "You got sloppy, ol' Blackie." Slitted eyes blinked at the tom, one green and one golden. "I simply capitalized on the opportunity

"In exchange for the most luxurious life you can imagine, you would become my companion or, rather should I say PET." "Excuse me," she shot me a skeptical look, "your pet!? Need I remind you that I'm not an object you can keep locked in a room." "I never mentioned locking you up, but we can discuss arrangements if that's your preference," I retorted, a faint smirk playing on my lips. "Relax, that was a joke, Hon. You will stay here, follow my lead, refer to me as master, and enjoy the best life that money and power can provide," I said seductively, approaching her and cupping her face in my palm.