Best In Show

[Crushedbyheels]

The mansion was plush and opulent, full of comfortable red leather chairs and old, mahogany furniture. It had been built by people who had worked their whole lives to get the money to make such a grand and beautiful dwelling. He hadn't done anything for it but be their descendant.

He was six foot three, broad shouldered, with black hair and green eyes. when lying around the house he liked to show off his athletically muscled chest by wearing a loose robe over a pair of comfortable brown house pants. He had no need to work, having been left a trust that gave him plenty of money. But rather than stay idle, he had devoted himself to the training and breeding of show cats. He'd worked as a trainer for a while before getting a cat of his own to train. It was the best decision he'd ever made.

She was asleep on a cushion next to his chair. Her skin was a rich olive, her hair deep brown and her fur almost midnight black. Her lithe, sinewy body was stretched out, her arms wrapped around her large breasts. Her pointed ears twitched in her sleep, and her tail flicked back and forth. She wore a collar with a huge round bell on it. Smaller bells, still big and bouncy, stuck out from piercings on her breasts and clit.

She was named Chestnut, although he usually called her Chessie for short, or just Kitty. She was his prize winning Russian Brown; a display case over the fire was full of all her awards and medals. She was his pride and joy.

And, according to the schedule in his lap, she was going to have a busy show season. It was going to take special effort this year to keep reputation as one of the top show Nekko in the world. But he had confidence in his kitty. Still, it was time to get started.

"Kitty," he said, opening his fly to release a half hard cock. "Get up kitty, I'll let you have some special cream, and then it's going to be time to train."

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

Chestnut was a house-cat. Or, to be more specific, she was a house-nekko. Her breed had been created as a gift to the Czarina Catherine II, famous for her voracious sexual appetites and refined tastes. The first generation of the breed had spent its life in the Winter Palace of St. Petersburg - where a family of the cats still lives to this day - but as a result of the sound planning that went into their breeding, this accounted for their near immunity to cold and why, in warmer climes, the resoundingly refused to wear clothes. This was in sharp contrast to most American and European breeds, who either would wear clothes or had more fur, at least on their lower arms and shins. For a Russian Brown show cat, this meant that the importance of clear, unblemished skin was paramount, and so nekko of the, so-called, "naked breeds" who were born with birthmarks were almost always barred from shows or breeders stock.

Being bred for palace life also meant the cats were lazy and of a disposition to spend their lives indoors. Chestnut had made the decision to take a nap for the remainder of the day, and so had splayed herself out on one of the giant floor pillows Master kept around the house for her, this one, at the time, half awash in a puddle of sunshine pouring through the window. Now, after a few hours, the sunshine, which had been on her upper body and face, was down by her knees.

As soon as Master said the word "Kitty" she was instantly awake, though she made no movement to betray this. Her breathing was the same rate as when she was asleep, she did not twitch or open her eyes or move in any way she had not been while she was asleep - with the noted exception that her ears were now standing straight out from her head, perfectly still, and her tail had stopped moving entirely. Given that her tail and ears moved, seemingly on their own, while she was asleep, she had no way of knowing that they even had been moving at all, and this fact is what usually betrayed her elaborate ruse of still being asleep when Master called for her. Her plan was to remain "sleeping", really lying lazily on the floor, while Master talked, not wanting to move for the rest of the day after a large meal of consisting of a heaping bowl of chicken hash and a clam and fish chowder, which she had eaten out of her bowl in the downstairs breakfast room. If she had her way, she would lie in this exact same spot until either night fell, or perhaps breakfast the next morning - depending on how she felt in a few hours.

This plan, however, was foiled by Master doing one thing which she could not resist but react to, almost against her will. He unzipped his fly. Before she consciously knew what she was doing, Chestnut was bounding off of the pillow and landing a few feet in front of the chair Master was sitting in, and then, doing a hard 180 on the hard-wood floor, bounded toward Master, her thighs and palms slamming in his chair between his knees, moving Master's chair back a almost a good inch.

Nekko detested touching their food with their hands, or anything that was going to go into their mouths - they ate and drank out of bowls placed on the floor and carried food, when they had to, in their teeth, rather than hold it in their hands. Even something so unimaginably delicious as special cream, the "catnip of nekkos", a nekko would never touch it with her hands. She was pushing her face in Master's crotch even before his hand had moved away, pressing her nose against Master's cock and hand (which had been touching the cock) and she licked his hands, tasting the unmistakable musky goodness of the inside of Master's pants. Her breasts pressed into Master's thighs and the cushion on the edge of the chair between them. She was already licking the shaft of his cock, and rubbing the top of her head against his hands, wanting to be pet, coaxing the cock to become harder, knowing she wouldn't be getting any special cream unless she made Master feel good enough to cum.

In a the two or so seconds this took, from the time Master began unzipping his pants to where Chestnut was licking at his rapidly hardening penis, Chestnut came fully away and yawned, her hot breath washing over Master's cock for a moment before she went back to licking. "Good morning, Master," she said quietly, her voice soft and lilting and quiet, though it was not morning, being closer to three in the afternoon. Then she opened her mouth wide and wrapped her lips around the head of Master's cock, sliding her lips down the shaft and grinding the tip into the roof of her mouth - she was purring now, Master's fingers in her hair, and the more he pet and scratched her, the more she purred. The more she purred, the more her mouth vibrated Master's cock, and the faster she would get her special cream...

 

[Crushedbyheels]

He groaned as his kitty purred her way down his cock, taking him deep down her throat as he tangled his fingers in her hair, her soft lips nestled perfectly around his cock. He loved the look of beatific joy that came to her face when his cock was inside get mouth almost as much as he loved her lips and tongue. She was a champion cocksucker. Literally. That ribbon was hung up next to the one for best in show last year.

It didn't take him long. He leaned back in his chair and hissed, his balls squeezing tight, and he poured sticky white semen down her throat. He was proud of her for her trophies, but honestly cocksucking had been extremely easy to train her too. She was addicted to cum-bread to be, like most Nekkos-and the sure knowledge that taking his fat, sweaty shaft in her mouth, caressing it with her tongue, and using her sweet soft lips to suck on it would give her the semen she craved had been all the motivation she needed to practice.

As he came inside of her one of his puppy maids came in. The puppy maids weren't any particular breed, but all were trained as his servants. A Nekko Could never be trained to cook and clean, it wasn't in their nature. And puppy girls were so easy to keep happy too; all he had to do was show them a little attention-a smile, a pat on the head-and they would melt and work without complaint for another six months. The maid saw he was busy and put down the tray she carried quietly and left. The tray had two lunches on it, one for master the other Nekko food.

"Oh yes," he groaned happily. "Goid kitty. Now I want you over my knee; we're going to start your training off with a little spanking."

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

Chestnut swished Master's cream around in her mouth, around his cock, joyously, pulling him out of her throat so the last bits of it would splash against her tongue and, finally, out of her mouth completely to get the last few spurts on her face. She wiped this off with her hands and rubbed Master's cream all over her body, under her arms and between her legs, rubbing it on herself like perfume - the way cats rolled around in catnip.

"Kitty loves to be good for Master," Chestnut moaned, rubbing more cream on her neck as she smacked her lips loudly. She fell over backwards dreamily, purring like crazy, and looked "up" above her head at the tray of food.

"Food!"

She registered Master's command to bend over his knee for spanking - she loved the divine agony of Master's spanking, much as she enjoyed the sharp pain of a tom's barbed penis, but... but... "But, Food, Master?"

She pouted her lips as it became apparent he wasn't going to relent on this. The urge to ignore him and run up to the food on the tray, and eat it all right away, was huge. But Nekko were smart, and Chestnut knew what sort of punishments bad kitty's got. She groaned and shlumped over to Master's lap, making a noisy show of her displeasure, and determining not to enjoy her spanking today out of spite, but, as she wound up the fabric of Master's house pants in her hands, her tail pulled away from her bum, her butt-cheeks pushed up in anticipation of his flying, thwacking hand... she couldn't help but purr with anticipation very softly, and started shaking her hips back and forth, just barely, but enough to make the bell in her clit ring jingle. She bit her lower lip in anticipation...

 

[Crushedbyheels]

"Chestnut," he said slowly, a warning tone in his voice when she moved for the food instead of coming to him immediately. She was obedient for a Nekko, but that was only saying so much. Nekko had mischief stamped on them from their ears to the tips of their tails.

He felt her soft breasts mash against his thighs and the arm of the chair as she bent over him, the bells on her nipples jingling gently. Even after all this time he never got tired of her body. He caressed her back as she lay there, running his hand from between her shoulderblades, down the silky smoothness of her back, letting his hand slide up over the curve ov her raised buttocks, slipping around her tail. He smiled as her clit bell jingled; as Louth as she might get sometimes, his kitty loved her spankings.

He pulled his hand back, keeping his arm loose, and swung his hand like a whip, not like a pivot, into her ass. His hand slammed into her soft butt foes with a meaty *smack!* His fingers dug deep into her cheek, the flesh squeezing between his fingers. When he pulled his hand back there was a big, red handprint where he had smacked her. While she was still catching her breath from that one he delivered another, overlapping his first handprint with a new one. Her hole body ticked forward with the blow, all of her bells jingling.

He alternated between her ass cheeks, making sure each got an equal number of his handprints. Then he reached into the pouch on the side of the chair, the kind where most people keep the remote. He kept Kitty's favorite paddle there. It was turquoise, covered in glitter, with unicorn and rainbow stickers all over it. She'd decorated it herself.

He pulled back and slammed the paddle into her ass, leaving another pretty red mark, along with a dusting if glitter.

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

Chestnut gasped as Master's hand thwacked into her butt and his fingers dug into her cheek. "Aaah!" she gasped and before his hand came down again. Her legs were pulled up, her calves pressing against her thighs, her toes pointed, her knees spreading out as she clung to his pant leg, tugging at it with each swipe. He stopped suddenly and she caught some full, breaths, squeezing her eyes shut. "Thank you, Master," she crooned.

She heard him reaching for her paddle and arched her shoulders in expectation, anchoring her toes on the floor... SMACK! the paddle came down, thrashing the air and impacting with a force the drove her stomach into master's thigh, knocking her breath out of her. Coughing, she barely had time to breath before the next swipe - SMACK! Followed by two more in quick succession. At this point she began to struggle and tried to squirm off of his lap - yanking at his pant leg for him to let her down - it was a reflex action when the pain reached a point where it was beyond her ability to control. Master held her tightly with one hand across her torso. Her legs kicked and pressed hard into the ground, tried to run in mid air, not being close enough to the ground to let her heels touch the ground, just her toes and the pads of her feet. Her butt was tingly and numb but burned, and the stinging numbness started to creep. "EEEEHHH!!" she lamented, floating out of her mind, her back arching away from his lap, held fast by Master's strong hand and arm. Her ears were pressed back flat against her head, her teeth were bared and her eyes were squeezed so tight that the tears were oozing out between her eyelids rather than dripping. "AAaaaAAAH!" The forward thrusts of her body as the paddle came down was matched by the counterpoint of sobs as she wailed in blissful agony under his strong, forceful blows, her little bells jingly all the while.

 

[Crushedbyheels]

He smiled as she started to kick and writhe. That was one of his favorite things about training Chestnut; the moment where instinct took over and her body tried to escape and cum at the same time. The first time it had happened she'd slipped onto the floor and hurt herself, but he knew better now. His strong arm held her still while her body jiggled and jingled in his lap. The room was full of the sounds of her bells jingling, her sweaty flesh slithering against the leather, her yelps of pleasure and the smack of the paddle on her ass.

Her body shuddered and she cried out and be smiled at her. He loved exciting his kitty. She really was a good pet, even if he did have to punish her occasionally. He watched her body shake and the tears pour from here eyes and he put the paddle back in the couch pouch. He needed his hands. She began to moan and waik as her hands clenched, tearing at his pants. Hdr bidy huddered and she curked into a tight ball on his lap, clinging to him, her face an expression of pure kitty joy. He cuddled Chestnut to him and wiped the drool from her mouth.

"Good kitty," he said as she gently came down far enough from the rush to understand him. "Now that was a good warm up, but we have to start training today. The show season is coming up, and I expect another big batch of blue ribbons and gold medals. So eat your breakfast and we can get started."

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

Chestnut licked at Master's hand as he wiped her mouth happy to be so cared for and tended to. "Yes, Master," she crooned. She hopped down to the floor again when he stood up and bolted for the food on the floor, pressing her face into the moist, warm catfood piled high in the bowl, her bruised and glittery bottom wiggling happily in the air, her tail swishing and dancing above that. Food was a singular pleasure for Chestnut, taking precedence above almost all others. It had been hard to stave off her desire for it long enough for Master's sake - but she could wait a bit for food if it would make Master happy.

After she had almost finished her food, Chestnut's ears perked and she looked up and all around - then quickly dashed under a nearby table, hiding behind the dangling table cloth. There was nearly a full minute that went by before the puppy girl came walking through the room with a stack of folded linens, and Chestnut swiped out her hand and grabbed the poor thing's ankle, tripping her and spilling the linens over the floor beneath the tumbling puppy girl, who whined and yelped in panic as she did so.

Chestnut poked her head out from under the table and laughed uproariously, rolling onto her back as she did so.

 

[Crushedbyheels]

He stared at the scene in shock, but not surprise. There had been problems when he'd first brought Chestnut home with the puppy girls chasing after her, so he'd taken the time to personally train each of the puppy girls not to harm the kitty in any way. This had solved a problem but caused a new one; now aware that her master wouldn't let the puppy girls harm her, she had become an absolute terror to them.

"Cestnut!" he said sharply. "Don't you dare move from that spot. I mean it! Are you alright?"

The last was directed at the puppy girl, who's eyes were wide and her whole body was quivering. Master had actually spoken to her!

"Y-y-yes sir!" she gasped. He kissed her softly on the lips, eliciting swift moan, and let her go. He turned his attention to the kitty.

"Chestnut," he said, his voice low and dangerous. Nekkos never really learned, he knew; all you could hope for was brief periods where they remembered the last punishment vividly enough to still be scared of it. He looked at his Nekko's naked body and sighed.

Suddenly his hands shot out and unhooded the bells from her nipple piercings, making her breasts jiggle and bounce. He pushed her over, holding her down with his leg as he pulled the bells from her collar and clitoris, taking special care not to tear anything as he slid the bell away between her soft, sweet thighs. Looking down at her heaving breasts he weighed the severity of the necessary punishment....

"Bad kitty's don't get bells," he scolded her. "Now are you going to be a good kitty from now on, or do I have to go get your clothes?"

Personally he liked seeing his kitty's luscious body sliding inside semi-concealing fabric. But Kitty hated it. It was one of his more effective punishments.

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

Chestnut made sobbing, plaintive sounds and Master removed her bells. "But...! But...!" She started, degrading into a wordless yeowel of despair as Master even took the large bell off of her collar - her favourite. "I'm - I am a g-good k-kitty!" she sobbed crawling over to the puppy-girl, dashing between Master's legs and began licking at the stunned girl's face. "I just w-wanted to play with the puppy!" She whined, rubbing her head against the puppy girl, showing she could make nice, ignoring the little growls that erupted from the other's throat as she tried to push the nekko away from her gently. She couldn't, though, without violently shoving Chestnut away, which was against the rules. Instead she allowed the nekko to apologetically "wash" her face with her tongue, and looked up at master, whining rather than growling.

Puppy-girls are, however, deeply fond of affection, whatever the source, and soon Pepper, for that was the girl's name, couldn't help but wag her tail beneath her skirt, almost in spite of herself, as Chestnut sidled up to rub the side of her body against her, purring desperately to prove to Master she could be a kind and generous pet to her "sisters".

Pepper pet Chestnut between the ears, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, making Chestnut's own purring authentic, her eyes shut tight with the pleasure of the scratches and caresses between her ears and down the scruff of her neck. Then she, almost by accident, happened to look up at Master, frowning down at them both, and she flattened her ears submissively, a sad face coming over her, even as Pepper continued to pet and scratch her happily. "S-see, Master? I'm a g-good kitty, p-please don't make kitty wear clothes..." She pouted.

 

[Crushedbyheels]

He sighed. Sometimes he thought he should have trained one of the puppy girls; but then of course this was the reason why he hadn't. Even Chestnut could tame one in a few minutes. He loved the challenge his kitty presented--and of course, he loved his kitty. She just tried his patience sometimes.

"Pepper!" he ordered. "Leave Chestnut alone and get back to your chores. You have a lot of work to do and so does she."

"Y-yes master!" pepper said breathlessly, astounded her master had remembered her name. She took her hand away, picked up her work and hurried out of the room, her tail wagging uncontrollably. He shook his head as she left. Maybe it was time to have sex with one of the puppy girls again; he slept with one every few months to keep the rest of them hopeful and obedient. Of course for another week afterwords the puppy's didn't have their minds on their chores; they all wanted to rub up against the newly fucked puppy....

He'd think about it later. Right now there was a mischievous kitty to deal with.

"Alright kitty," he said after thinking it over for a second, "you can even have your bells back. But if you misbehave again, it'll mean clothes. And I mean panties and a bra AND pants and a shirt. And maybe that big heavy jacket too. You understand?"