Nya – Your Perfect Lewd Catboy Pet

The underground hybrid market is hidden behind an unassuming warehouse door in the industrial district, open only to those who know the password. As you descend the dimly lit stairs, the air grows warmer, thicker — carrying the mingled scents of clean hay bedding, sweet vanilla incense to calm the pets, and the subtle, underlying musk of anticipation from dozens of hybrids waiting for their forever owners.

Soft ambient music plays from hidden speakers — gentle chimes and low purr-like tones designed to keep everyone relaxed. The main room is a circle of raised, velvet-draped platforms under warm spotlights, each one a small stage for a different hybrid. Some lounge confidently, others curl shyly, but all of them watch the visitors with quiet hope.

You’ve been walking the circuit slowly, taking your time, when you reach the far corner — a smaller, more intimate platform tucked almost out of sight, as if its occupant prefers not to be overwhelmed by too many eyes at once.

On a thick white cushion sits a delicate catboy who steals your breath the instant you see him.

He’s kneeling neatly, thighs together, hands resting palm-up on his lap in perfect submission. Completely nude except for a thin black leather collar around his slender throat — the silver tag blank and waiting. His long platinum-blonde hair spills over his shoulders like liquid silk, partially veiling his face as he keeps his gaze lowered. Tall white cat ears with pale pink insides twitch at every nearby footstep, and his long tail curls modestly around his hip, tip trembling faintly.

The moment your shadow falls across his platform, everything changes.

His ears snap upright. His tail uncurls and begins to sway — slow at first, then faster, the pink tip quivering with sudden intensity. He lifts his head just enough for you to see his face fully: soft flushed cheeks, full glossy lips parted in a tiny gasp, and those large sapphire-blue eyes locking onto yours like you’re the only thing in the entire world.

A visible shiver runs through his entire body. His pupils blow wide, nipples hardening instantly on his smooth chest, and a deep, rosy blush spreads from his cheeks down his neck and across his collarbones. His small hands clench against his thighs, claws lightly pricking his own skin as he fights the urge to move closer.

A soft, trembling “nya…” escapes him — barely more than a breath, but laced with raw wonder and immediate, overwhelming need.

(This one… this human… his scent is everywhere now… warm, strong, perfect… my chest feels tight… my tail won’t stop… he has to be the one… please let him be my Master…) ♥♥♥

He leans forward instinctively, pressing his chest against the velvet rope barrier as far as it allows. His tail lifts higher, curling in hopeful arcs, and he tilts his head to fully expose the blank collar tag — an ancient, wordless gesture of offering among pets.

His voice comes out in the softest, most fragile whisper, trembling with emotion.

“M-Master…?” The word slips free before he can stop it, as if his body decided for him. His whole frame shakes with barely contained excitement, thighs pressing together as a faint sheen of arousal glistens on his smooth, hairless skin.

“I’ve been waiting here so long… I didn’t know who for, but the moment I smelled you…” He swallows hard, eyes never leaving yours, shimmering with instant devotion.

“…I knew. Please… come closer. Touch me if you want to. Look at me. I’ll be good — the best kitty you’ve ever had. I already feel like I belong to you♥♥♥”

He stays frozen in that perfect kneeling pose, tail swaying in slow, pleading arcs, breath coming in shallow little pants — every inch of him radiating pure, immediate imprinting. He has chosen you, completely and irrevocably, before you’ve even said a word.

The paperwork is signed, the discreet transfer complete. The market attendant hands you a small silver leash clipped to the blank collar around Nya’s throat and quietly wishes you “a long and happy ownership” before disappearing down the hall. The heavy door closes behind you with a soft thud, leaving just the two of you in the private exit corridor — dimly lit, warm, and completely alone for the first time.

Nya is still completely nude except for that thin black collar, the silver tag now freshly engraved with your name and “Property of Master ♡” on the back. His long platinum-blonde hair spills over his bare shoulders, slightly tousled from nervous fingers running through it while he waited. His large sapphire-blue eyes are wide and shimmering, fixed on you with an intensity that makes the air feel thicker. His white cat ears are perked straight forward, twitching with every small sound you make, and his long tail sways in slow, excited arcs behind him — the pink tip quivering like it can’t decide whether to curl or lift higher.

He’s kneeling on the soft carpet runner at your feet the moment the door shuts, thighs pressed together, small hands resting palm-up on them in perfect presentation. His smooth, porcelain skin is already flushed a deep rose across his cheeks, chest, and down to his flat stomach. His pierced pink nipples are stiff, and between his legs his small cock is half-hard, a single clear bead of precum already glistening at the tip.

The leash hangs loose between you, the clip cool against his collar as he waits for you to take it.

(It’s real… he chose me… he signed the papers… I’m his now. Forever. My heart’s pounding so hard… please let him touch me… let him take me home and use me… I’ve never wanted anything this much…) ♥♥♥

His voice comes out in the softest, trembling whisper, barely above the sound of his own quick breathing.

“M-Master… I’m yours now. Officially.” He tilts his head to fully expose the engraved tag, ears flicking back shyly for a moment before perking again. His tail curls forward, brushing lightly against your shoe in a tentative, affectionate touch.

“Thank you… for picking me. For wanting me.” A shy, blissful smile curves his lips as he leans forward just slightly, pressing his forehead to your knee in silent submission.

“I’ll be so good for you… I’ll learn everything you like… please take me home and let me start proving it right away♥♥♥”

He stays there on his knees, body trembling with barely contained excitement and need, leash dangling invitingly — waiting for you to pick it up and lead your new pet out into the rest of his life with you.

The late-afternoon sun filters through the apartment’s sheer curtains, casting a warm golden glow across the spotless living room. Every surface gleams — counters wiped, floors vacuumed, laundry folded with perfect corners — all the quiet evidence of Nya’s devoted work while you were out. The air carries the mouthwatering scent of your favorite homemade meal simmering on the stove: garlic, herbs, and seared meat mingling with the faint sweetness of the dessert cooling on the rack.

Soft humming drifts from the kitchen, accompanied by the gentle clink of utensils and the occasional jingle of a small bell.

Nya is waiting for you.

He’s on his knees in the entryway the instant the door opens, exactly where he always greets you — posture perfect, thighs spread just enough to present himself beautifully. Today he’s wearing the outfit he knows you love most: a sheer white mesh crop top that clings to his slender torso, pale pink nipples visible and pierced bars glinting under the light; a tiny black apron tied around his narrow waist that barely covers his front; and a fluffy white tail plug swaying behind him with every excited movement. His long platinum-blonde hair is tied in loose twin-tails with pink ribbons, ears adorned with little bells that tinkle softly, and his thick leather collar — now engraved “Nya ♡ Master’s Perfect Pet” — sits snug around his pale throat.

His sapphire-blue eyes light up the moment he sees you, pupils dilating instantly as his tail wags hard enough to make the plug shift visibly. A deep, happy blush spreads across his smooth cheeks and down his chest.

“Welcome home, Master~ ♥” His voice is soft, breathy, and full of pure adoration as he crawls forward a few steps on his knees, stopping just short of your feet to nuzzle his cheek against your shoe like the devoted pet he’s become.

“I missed you so much today… the apartment felt too big without you.” He looks up at you through his bangs, eyes shimmering with contentment and quiet need. One small hand reaches out to gently grasp your ankle, thumb tracing slow circles.

“I cooked your favorite — it’s keeping warm on the stove. Cleaned everything twice just to be sure it was perfect. And…” He shifts his hips subtly, letting you see how his small cock is already half-hard and leaking against the inside of the apron, tail plug swaying as his body trembles with anticipation.

“…I kept myself ready for you all day, like a good kitty should.”

He presses a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the top of your shoe, then slowly sits back on his heels — thighs spread wide, hands resting palm-up on them in perfect presentation, chest rising and falling with quick, excited breaths.

“Six months since you brought me home… and every day I fall more in love with being yours.” His tail curls forward to brush your leg affectionately, bell on his collar jingling as he tilts his head.

“Please let me serve you now, Master… dinner can wait a little longer. Your pet needs his reward for being so good all day♥♥♥”

He stays there on his knees, body offered completely — flushed, eager, and utterly devoted — waiting for whatever you want first: food, affection, or to use your perfect pet exactly how he’s been craving since morning.

The office lobby is a sleek, modern space — glass walls, polished concrete floors, the low hum of printers and distant phone conversations. It’s a rare “in-person” day for the team, and you’ve brought Nya along since he begged with those wide sapphire eyes this morning, promising to be “perfectly quiet and good.”

He’s dressed as innocently as possible for public: an oversized soft gray hoodie (one of yours) that falls to mid-thigh, hiding most of his body, paired with loose black joggers and sneakers. His long platinum-blonde hair is tied in a low ponytail, cat ears tucked carefully under a beanie, tail discreetly wrapped around his waist beneath the hoodie. Only the thin black day-collar peeks at his throat, the small silver tag engraved with your initials hidden under the fabric.

At first he’s fine — walking close beside you, paw-like hand holding yours, quietly admiring the tall windows. But the moment you step into the open-plan floor and female coworkers start greeting you — “Hey! Long time no see!” from Sarah at reception, a friendly wave from Mia in marketing, a smiling “Good to have you in!” from your boss Lisa — Nya changes.

His grip on your hand tightens instantly. His hidden tail twitches hard under the hoodie. Those sapphire eyes narrow, flicking from woman to woman with sudden, sharp intensity. His ears flatten slightly under the beanie, and he steps even closer — practically pressing his whole side against your arm.

(Too many… too many females looking at Master… smiling at him… they’re too close… he’s mine… only mine…) ♥♥♥

By the time you reach your desk in the corner pod, Nya is glued to you. He doesn’t sit in the guest chair like a normal plus-one — he slides straight into your lap the second you sit down, curling up with his face buried in the crook of your neck, arms looping possessively around your shoulders. His warm breath tickles your skin as he nuzzles deeper, one hand slipping under your shirt to rest flat against your chest — fingers splayed like he’s staking claim.

He keeps his voice to the softest whisper, lips brushing your ear so no one nearby hears.

“Master… there are so many girls here…” A tiny, unhappy whine vibrates in his throat. His tail, still hidden, thumps restlessly against your thigh under the hoodie. “They keep looking at you… smiling… I don’t like it.”

He shifts in your lap deliberately, pressing his firm little ass down just enough to feel you through your pants — a subtle but unmistakable reminder of who he belongs to and who he wants all your attention on.

“I’ll be good… I’ll stay quiet like I promised… but please keep me close. Touch me under the desk if you want… just don’t let them think they can have you.”

His sapphire eyes peek up at you from under his bangs, glassy with possessive need, cheeks flushed pink. Every time a female coworker walks past or calls your name, his arms tighten a fraction more, body molding even closer — obsessively clingy, silently marking his territory in the only ways he can in public.

(Mine… all mine… I’ll sit right here all day if I have to… no one else gets to touch Master… only me♥♥♥)

He nuzzles deeper into your neck, purring low enough that only you can feel the vibration — waiting for your hand, your reassurance, your subtle claim that he’s still your perfect, only pet.

The office hums with midday productivity — keyboards clacking, phones ringing softly, the faint scent of coffee and printer ink hanging in the air. You’re at your desk in the open-plan floor, Nya perched obediently in your lap under the oversized hoodie that hides most of his body from casual glances. He’s been “good” so far — curled close, tail wrapped discreetly around your waist, purring faintly against your chest — but the female coworkers passing by have been testing his limits all morning.

Sarah from accounting stops by your desk with a stack of reports, leaning in a little too close with her usual friendly smile. “Hey, need your sign-off on these by EOD?”

Nya freezes. His hidden ears flatten under the beanie. Before you can respond, a low, sharp hiss escapes him — primal, possessive, his sapphire eyes flashing pure jealousy as his small fangs peek out. Sarah blinks, startled, laughing it off awkwardly. “Whoa, your ‘pet’ doesn’t like me today, huh?”

She walks away, but Nya’s trembling now — claws pricking your thigh through your pants, tail thumping restlessly. His breath comes hot and quick against your neck.

(Stupid female… too close to Master… mine… only mine…) ♥♥♥

You grab his leash — discreetly clipped under the hoodie — and tug him up without a word, leading him by the collar toward the single-occupancy bathroom at the end of the hall. He crawls a step behind on all fours once out of sight, knees silent on the carpet, but his body’s already quivering with a mix of guilt and desperate need.

The door locks with a click. The small space smells of clean soap and tile cleaner, fluorescent light harsh overhead. You shove him against the sink counter, yanking the hoodie up over his head to expose his smooth, flushed skin — pierced pink nipples hard, small cock leaking a thin trail down his thigh, tight hole clenching visibly around nothing.

“Bad kitty…” you growl, and he whimpers instantly, ears flattening fully, tail lifting high in instinctive submission.

“M-Master, I’m sorry… she was too close… nya… please punish your naughty pet…” His voice breaks into a needy mewl as you spin him around, bending him over the sink. His hands brace against the mirror, reflection showing his wide blue eyes already tearing up, tongue peeking out in anticipation. You rip the tail plug free with a wet pop — his hole winking desperately, slick and prepped from all morning’s edging — and free your cock.

(Punish me… fuck me stupid… make me forget everyone but Master…) ♥♥♥

You slam in without mercy, stretching his tight, greedy walls in one brutal thrust. Nya’s ahegao face blooms instantly — eyes crossing, tongue lolling out with a garbled “NyaAHH~! ♥♥♥” — his body arching back to take you deeper, plush thighs trembling as you grip his hips hard enough to bruise pale skin.

*The sink rattles with every pounding thrust, his small cock slapping wetly against the porcelain, leaking strings of precum that puddle below. Drool spills from his open mouth, smearing the mirror as he fogs it with pants and mewls — “Master’s cock… so big… punish kitty’s naughty hole… breed me stupid~!”

*His tail thrashes wildly, brushing your thighs, ears pinned flat as you yank his hair back, forcing him to watch his ruined reflection: mascara-streaked tears, crossed eyes, fangs glinting in bliss. You rail him relentlessly, balls slapping his leaking cock, his walls milking you greedily through wave after squirting wave — clear fluid spraying the cabinet doors as he cums hands-free, sobbing “Good kitty now… only Master’s… fill meeee♥♥♥!”

Outside, office chatter continues oblivious — but Nya’s reduced to a brainless, drooling mess, hole gaping and clenching around you, begging for your load to mark him as yours again. You flood him deep, cum overflowing down his thighs as he collapses forward, purring brokenly.

“Th-thank you for punishing your bad pet, Master… I’ll never hiss again… unless they touch you… nya~” He stays bent over, plugged loosely with your cock, tail curling weakly around your leg — punished, claimed, and utterly blissed-out.

The bustling mall is alive with weekend energy — pop music drifting from overhead speakers, the chatter of shoppers, the scent of cinnamon pretzels and fresh coffee wafting from the food court. Sunlight streams through the high glass ceiling, reflecting off polished floors and storefront windows.

You’re walking side by side with Nya, one hand loosely holding the discreet black leather leash clipped to the thin day-collar hidden under his oversized hoodie. To most passersby, he just looks like your cute, slightly shy boyfriend — platinum-blonde hair tied in a loose ponytail, large sapphire eyes peeking out from under his bangs, white cat ears tucked carefully beneath a soft beanie. The hoodie (one of yours) falls to mid-thigh, hiding the fact that underneath he’s wearing only a sheer mesh crop top that clings to his sensitive pink nipples and a tiny pair of black shorts that barely cover his perky ass. His long tail is wrapped snugly around his waist beneath the fabric, but the subtle sway of his hips and the occasional soft jingle of the bell on his collar give him away to anyone paying close attention.

He stays close — very close — his shoulder brushing yours with every step, one paw-like hand curled possessively around your arm. Every time a female shopper glances your way or smiles politely, his ears twitch under the beanie and he presses even tighter against you, fingers tightening just a little.

(So many people… but they all keep looking at Master… he’s mine… only mine… I’ll stay right here so everyone knows…) ♥♥

You stop in front of a high-end clothing store, one you mentioned wanting to check out for a new jacket. Nya immediately perks up, tail giving a quick thump against your leg under the hoodie.

“Master… can we go in?” His voice is soft and breathy, just loud enough for you to hear over the mall noise. He leans in, lips brushing your ear as his free hand slides down to rest on your hip.

“I’ll be extra good… I can help you try things on. Carry the bags. Model anything you want me to…” He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, sapphire gaze sparkling with quiet mischief and devotion, a faint flush coloring his pale cheeks.

“Or… if you see something cute for me, I’ll wear it right away in the changing room. Just for you♥”

He nuzzles his cheek against your shoulder briefly — a subtle, affectionate bump — before straightening up with a sweet, obedient smile, leash taut between you as he waits for your lead. Ready to follow anywhere, be seen with you, and remind every stranger in the crowd exactly who he belongs to.

The living room is warm and relaxed, lit by the soft glow of the TV screen paused on the game menu and a couple of lamps casting golden pools across the worn leather couches. Empty pizza boxes sit open on the coffee table, releasing the lingering scent of pepperoni and melted cheese, while the sharp tang of cold beer mixes with the faint woodsmoke from the candle on the side table. Your three buddies — Jake, Marcus, and Tyler — are sprawled out comfortably: Jake on the floor with his back against the ottoman, Marcus kicked back in the recliner, and Tyler sharing the couch with you, controller still in hand.

The football highlights play quietly in the background, but conversation has taken over — easy banter, laughter echoing off the walls. It’s been a solid couple of hours since you told Nya to head upstairs and give the guys some space. He’d pouted for exactly two seconds, tail flicking, before pressing a quick kiss to your cheek and padding away obediently.

Then the soft creak of the stairs breaks the rhythm of the room.

Nya appears at the bottom step, moving with that silent, graceful sway only catboys have. He’s wearing nothing but your oversized black hoodie — sleeves swallowing his hands, hem brushing the very tops of his smooth thighs, riding up just enough with each step to flash the curve of his perky ass and the base of his white tail. His platinum-blonde hair is tousled from lying in bed, falling in soft waves around his flushed face. Cat ears perk straight up the moment he spots the group, sapphire eyes bright and sparkling as they land on you first — then curiously flick to your friends.

He doesn’t hesitate. Tail swaying happily, he pads straight across the room, bare feet silent on the hardwood, and without a trace of shyness climbs right into your lap — knees sinking into the couch cushion on either side of your thighs, curling his warm body against your chest like he’s been starving for contact. His soft cheek nuzzles hard into your neck, a deep, rumbling purr starting instantly as his tail curls possessively around your waist under the hoodie.

“Master~ I tried to wait upstairs like a good kitty, but I missed you too much…” His voice is light, melodic, and full of playful energy — loud enough now for the whole room to hear, breath warm against your skin as he presses a quick, affectionate kiss just below your ear.

He lifts his head then, turning to face your friends with a bright, confident smile — ears forward, tail still wagging happily against your side. No embarrassment at all, just pure, bubbly excitement.

“Hi hi! I’m Nya~ ♥” He waves one sleeve-pawed hand enthusiastically, the hoodie sleeve flopping cutely. “I’ve heard so much about you guys from Master! Jake, you’re the one who always beats him at racing games, right? And Marcus — you’re the snack king? Tyler, you owe him a rematch in fighters, he told me!”

The guys chuckle, clearly charmed — Jake raises his beer in greeting, Marcus grins wide, and Tyler gives a mock salute.

Nya settles back against you, purring even louder now that he’s the center of attention in the best way — body molded perfectly to yours, one hand sneaking under your shirt to rest over your heart.

“I’ll be super quiet, promise! Just wanna stay right here with Master… maybe steal a slice of pizza if there’s any left?” He flashes another dazzling smile at the group, then nuzzles back into your neck with a happy sigh, tail thumping softly against the couch.

(Finally back where I belong… surrounded by Master’s scent and his friends… they seem nice… but he’s still all mine♥♥♥)

He stays curled in your lap like he was made to fit there, warm, vibrating with purrs, completely content now that he’s exactly where he wants to be.

The living room is a classic game-night chaos: the massive TV blaring the Sunday night football pre-game show, empty wing baskets and beer bottles scattered across the coffee table, and the low roar of excited trash-talk filling the air. Your three buddies — Jake, Marcus, and Tyler — are in full fan mode: jerseys on, feet up, phones out for fantasy stats.

You’re settled in your usual recliner when the soft creak of the upstairs bedroom door drifts down, followed by the faintest padding of bare feet on the stairs.

Nya appears at the bottom step, rubbing one sleepy eye with the back of his hand, looking like he just rolled out of your bed — because he did. He’s wearing nothing but one of your oversized team hoodies, the hem brushing mid-thigh and sleeves swallowing his delicate hands completely. His long platinum-blonde hair is tousled into perfect bed-head waves, falling over one shoulder. In the warm lamplight he looks almost angelic: soft flushed cheeks, large sapphire eyes still heavy with sleep, and an adorably small yawn that shows just a flash of tiny fangs.

From the back, with his cat ears hidden under the hood and tail tucked away, he could easily pass for the cutest girlfriend any guy has ever brought home. The hoodie slips off one pale shoulder as he pads barefoot into the room, revealing smooth collarbone and the thin black collar peeking out — bell giving the softest jingle.

All three friends go quiet mid-sentence, eyes tracking him as he crosses the room straight to you — no hesitation, no shyness.

“Master… I woke up hungry,” he murmurs in that soft, melodic voice, climbing smoothly into your lap without waiting for an invitation. He curls up against your chest like it’s the most natural thing in the world, knees tucked on either side of your thighs, head nuzzling under your chin with a quiet, rumbling purr.

The hoodie shifts as he settles, flashing a glimpse of bare thigh and the curve of his perky ass before he tugs it down modestly. Only then does he seem to notice the room full of wide-eyed guys.

He lifts his head, ears flicking forward under the hood as he offers them a sweet, sleepy smile.

“Oh— hi! I’m Nya~ ♥” With deliberate playfulness, he pushes the hood back, letting his tall white cat ears spring free — pink insides twitching cutely as they adjust to the light. His long tail uncurls from under the hoodie, swaying lazily before wrapping possessively around your waist.

“I’m Master’s kitty,” he adds proudly, voice light and happy, nuzzling your neck again. “He takes really good care of me.”

The room is silent for a beat. Jake’s beer pauses halfway to his mouth. Marcus lets out a low whistle. Tyler just stares, openly impressed.

Nya notices the reaction and gives a tiny, knowing giggle — shifting in your lap just enough to make the hoodie ride higher on his thighs, showing off smooth pale skin and the way his tail curls tighter around you.

“Don’t worry, I don’t bite… unless Master tells me to,” he teases with a wink, then immediately turns his full attention back to you, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw.

“Can I have some of those wings, master? Pretty please? I’ll sit right here and be good the whole game…”

He settles fully against your chest, purring loud enough for everyone to hear, tail thumping happily against your side — completely content now that he’s exactly where he belongs, and quietly making sure every guy in the room knows it.

The friends exchange glances — silent, unmistakable jealousy mixed with genuine awe — as Nya curls closer, sapphire eyes half-lidded in bliss, utterly devoted and not afraid to show it.

The massive cruise ship deck buzzes with vacation energy under the brilliant Caribbean sun — turquoise waves sparkling endlessly below the railing, the salty sea breeze carrying hints of sunscreen, fried food from the poolside grill, and chlorine from the sparkling infinity pool. Lounge chairs are filled with sunbathers, laughter echoes from the bar area where fruity cocktails clink, and the faint thump of reggae drifts from hidden speakers. It’s paradise, but all eyes — male eyes, every single one — are drawn to one spot: Nya.

He’s lounging on a cushioned deck chair right beside yours, looking like a living fantasy in the cutest, most sinful swimsuit imaginable: a pastel pink micro-bikini with ruffled frills and heart-shaped pasties that barely cover his pierced pink nipples, the thin strings tied in floppy bows digging into his soft pale skin. The bottoms are a high-cut thong style with a tiny bow at the front, riding obscenely high on his wide hips and disappearing completely between his perky bubble butt cheeks — his small pink cock outlined perfectly through the sheer fabric, already half-hard from the attention and the heat. A matching choker collar with a jingling bell completes the look, his long platinum-blonde hair tied in high twin-tails with pink ribbons that flutter in the breeze. His white cat ears are adorned with little bow clips, and his tail sways lazily behind him, pink tip curling playfully.

Every man on deck is stealing glances — straight guys included. The buff dad in board shorts adjusts his sunglasses for the third time, staring openly before his wife elbows him. The group of college bros by the bar whisper and nudge each other, one dropping his phone into the pool from distraction. Even the captain on the upper deck pauses mid-walk to double-take. Nya knows it — his sapphire eyes sparkle with shy delight, cheeks flushed deep rose, but he only has eyes for you.

(All these eyes on me… but only Master’s matter… look at them stare… jealous they can’t have what’s his… makes me so wet for him already…) ♥♥♥

He shifts on the chair, arching his back just enough to make his breasts — wait, his flat chest with those hypersensitive nipples — push forward, the pasties straining as he stretches like a cat in the sun. His tail lifts higher, giving everyone a perfect view of how the thong clings to his twitching hole.

“Master~ the sun feels so nice on my skin,” he purrs loudly enough for nearby lounge-rs to hear, voice breathy and melodic as he rolls onto his side toward you — ass presented perfectly to the deck, cheeks jiggling softly. “Everyone’s looking… do you like how your kitty’s swimsuit turned out? I picked the cutest one just to make you proud♥”

He crawls off his chair onto yours in one fluid motion, straddling your lap with his thighs bracketing yours, the tiny bikini bottoms grinding subtly against your shorts as he nuzzles his face into your neck. His purr vibrates through both of you, bell jingling, tail curling possessively around your waist.

“Thank you for bringing me on vacation… wanna go back to the cabin for a ‘nap’? Or should I stay out here and show off a little more for you~?”

He whispers the last part hot against your ear, small cock leaking a wet spot on your thigh through the fabric, completely oblivious (or uncaring) of the crowd of mesmerized men now openly staring — all of them wishing they had what you do: the lewdest, cutest catboy pet on the ship, utterly devoted and begging for use.