Robot Kitties Novels & Stories

After putting away more chicken curry, Guy said, ‘Anoushka had two kittens a year or two back. Kit and Kat.* ‘And the poor little things both got run over within six months,* Anoushka said. Claudia felt a pang of empathy. ‘How awful.* ‘They had no road sense whatsoever,* said Guy. ‘Engaging little beasts, but brainless as they come.* ‘Mrs Pierce didn’t think they were engaging,* Anoushka said sulkily. ‘If you ask me, she got that horrible son of hers to come and run them over on purpose.*

I stood up, but Ivy held out her hand, telling me to give her space. “You know,” She crouched to be eye level with her, power radiating from her body. “Kittens are so small and cute, aren’t they?” “What?” Skyler looked scared of her. Hell, I was scared of her. “Kittens. Small, fluffy. You just want to hold them and pet them. But you want to know something about kittens? They can’t retract their claws.” I saw hers come out, and her teeth grew. Her eyes went gold. Kiara. “And they bite.”

Horatio explains. And there it is, all the girls squeal when he shows them pictures of the litter of kittens. I can feel Elayni staring at me; I know that means she wants one. It might not be a bad idea. I look at the kittens, and they actually have fur. They actually look like little leopards. Horatio tells them that these kittens are a week old and that he will bring them here when they are old enough to be away from their mother. Uncle Grayston has Alphas Dillion and Gideon on the computer. Travian is also on the screen. He couldn’t be here since their egg has been very active, and they think it will hatch anytime. “Well, what did the three of you find?” I ask.

“I’ve never had it, kitten, but I know exactly what it would be like with you. Slow, deep, and hard, so hard you’ll feel me for days. So slow you’ll beg me for mercy, and when I decide to put you out of your misery, so fast you won’t be capable of conscious thought except for my name. So deep you’ll feel your release down to your toes. Nothing will compare to it, and nothing else will ever be good enough. I will ease every ache you’ve ever had, and I will ruin you for anyone else. I promise.” Then he bites me again, and I gasp. “Any other questions, Kitten?” “Actually…yeah. There are fewer girls than straight boys, and a lot of them are doing things with more than one guy. But everyone seems

He probably found it. "Send him in, it's clear," I call out. A minute later, Cosway enters the small enclosure and goes to his knees. The kittens meow and start climbing him as he lifts them and cuddles each one against his chest and neck. I glance over my shoulder and see King looking in. I can't help myself and mouth, "You're an idiot." He knows I'm talking about killing a man who rescues kittens. King only shakes his head when I give him the same evil eye I gave Beck.

The air was electric with energy, filled with the sound of their excited barks and playful growls, as the grassy field became their canvas for youthful antics. My pup, Alma, with her sleek, dark coat that seemed to shimmer in the light, bounded joyfully across the meadow. Her vibrant spirit matched that of Matt’s pup, Sionavar—Sion for short—whose striking silver fur caught the sunlight like a beacon. Alice’s pup, Kerian, was undeniably mischievous, with sparkling green eyes and a quick, darting movement that always kept him a step ahead. Kim’s pup ZaZu, adorned with unique patches of gray and black, gilded gracefully through the grass, while Cam’s pup Rema, the largest of the group, exuded

she muttered dryly. “Why would she do that?” “Because her daughter is allergic to animals.” “I thought she had a pet named kito.” “Short for mosquito, basically it's the only known animal she isn't allergic to.” I blinked in shock. “So… she domesticated a mosquito and made it a pet.” “Who knows… I've never seen the said pet.” “I see…” My eyes zipped around the crowd searching for an escape. “I'm still waiting, Rosie. I can't believe you now hide things from me—your best friend.”

Burn everything. In my room, I slam the door, collapse against it, and my legs give way. I fall to my knees. The floorboards scrape my knees, but I feel nothing. I sob. Brutally. Like a child begging to be woken from a nightmare. — Lord… Lord forgive me…

But I accept the compliment with pleasure; it's so rare that she does this. She kneels and gently licks me. I close my eyes to appreciate the softness of her tongue. She's so gentle! I open my eyes and fall upon her beautiful breasts, which beckon me. I caress them slowly as she continues to play with my rapidly growing cock. She eagerly caresses my testicles while slurping my cock. She works my cock so well that it's not long before I ejaculate in her mouth.

I asked just to be sure he wasn't teasing me. He pushed himself off the sink and walked toward me. Then he returned to his seat and stared at me from across the island. “You know I always mean every single thing I say, Taylor” he replied and I hiccuped. “What about the cat? Fernandez told me you hate pets” I asked him and he looked toward the corner where the cat was already fast asleep before turning back to me and shrugging. “I'll manage. I'm not allergic so it's not a hassle” he said and I hiccuped again. Did the stone cold Michael Rover just tell me he would let me into his personal space with a cat when he despised pets.