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With the sun having set hours ago only the pale blue light of her monitor illuminated Beans as she looked into the camera and yawned, doing so in an overly exaggerated fashion that her stretching lifted her shirt partially revealing the short, soft gray fur on her belly. She lingered like that long enough for the wave of overeager chat messages to begin scrolling in, before flashing a smug smile. “Allright chat I think that’s it for today, hope to see you all again next time.” And promptly pressed the end stream button.
She kept watching the messages for a little while longer, smugly basking in the attention her audience was giving her, especially the more desperate comments begging for her to keep going or more like keep showing off, but it satisfied her all the same (maybe even more so).
Beans had always loved teasing others and observing their reactions ever since she was but a wee kitten looking at the world with big wide heterochromatic eyes, the right a reddish yellow like the setting sun and full of whimsy and the left a soft ocean blue and sparkling with wonder. Now that she was a mighty tiger (a whooping 143cm tall!), it was only natural for that desire to have grown tenfold as well, at least that’s what she told herself whenever someone tried to chastise her behavior.
In truth it all started a few years ago during a record summer heatwave, she’d already been streaming as a hobby for about a year back then, like many in her generation, without much success and fanned herself with her shirt accidentally flashing her bra for the whole world to see (all 20 of them). Only for some quirk of the algorithm or perhaps divine intervention to have that exact frame show up as the preview for her stream.
Of course, she was embarrassed, at least until she saw the unprecedented viewer count shortly after (almost triple digits) and the influx of comments practically drowned her shame with their exited messages. The experience had been a high she’d been chasing ever since.
From there she began, innocently enough, by exposing a bit of her shoulder here or a little bit of her thigh there, harmless stuff really that would just happen naturally, it drove her ‘fans’ wild nonetheless. So, she kept escalating, never to the point of showing anything sensitive of course, but that lack of actual exposure only seemed to drive chat wilder that if she’d given in to their pleas. Her community server too would occasionally see her posting suggestive messages only to delete them again almost immediately.
As her popularity rose so too did her self-esteem, eventually reaching the point where she’d post carefully curated selfies on more broadly used social media platforms as well. It reached a point where people were even starting to make fanart of her, including the spicy kind not that she’d ever admit to having looked at those.
All she was still missing was to finally have someone recognize her on the streets, she told herself, then she’d have truly made it! She might have even alluded to making it worth their while if someone did stumble upon her, just to make it easier to overcome their nerves of course, and maybe just a little bit because she enjoyed trying to imagine them going feral at the thought.
~
It was spring break and beans was out on a stroll through the city park just relaxing and soaking in the pleasant atmosphere, basking in the suns early rays as they caught her light gray fur in a way that gave it an almost ethereal glow. She was home alone for a full week, her parents having gone on vacation to some remote mountain cabin, and she intended to use that precious time to enjoy herself to the fullest, but a slow relaxed start never hurt anybody.
The large cat ears filled with white fuzz suddenly twitched and swiveled around at the sound of someone gasping behind her, despite how quite it was her superior hearing immediately caught it among the sounds of nature. Curiously Beans turned around coming face to face with a large (at least 185), broad shouldered dude, wearing a green hoodie and jogging pants, starring at her as if in disbelieve.
“Can I help you?”
Without responding the man slowly shuffled towards her, eyes growing wide like saucers. His face was clean shaven, round-ish and adorned with a few freckles combined with the blonde hair and blue gray eyes he looked less threatening and more like someone you’d hire to play the background father in a babyfood commercial. Still having him just slowly come towards her without saying anything was unnerving.
Raising one eyebrow Beans took a step back and put a hand forward. “Woah, woah, woah big guy, everything all right there?” She said voice slightly raised.
That seemed to finally snap him out of it, and after a shake of the head he stopped coming closer. “It… i-it’s really you, holy shit it’s you! I’m a huuuuge fan, and I knew we were living in the same town because I recognize most of the places where you took your selfies but I never would have thought I’d actually run into you someday, this has to be the best day of my life! You’re even cuter in the flesh, the screens can’t do you justice Beany Beans, can I call you Beany Beans? I...”
The sudden change from shambling towards her like a zombie to talking to excitedly and fast that she could hardly make sense of everything was jarring. “Hey, breathe my guy. Calm down a little I can barely understand a word of what you’re saying.”
He took a few deep breaths. “Sorry about that, got a little too excited there. Like I said I’m a huge fan Beans, could you maybe… sign something for me?” His cheeks were lightly rosy, probably self-conscious about his behavior so far.
Beans for her part wouldn’t deny being excited herself, she could finally proudly call herself a celebrity (and she will do it)! However even greater than the excitement over being recognized was the urge to tease the guy before her, maybe it was that she could finally see the impact she had on her fans firsthand, maybe it was the mismatch of seeing a guy easily two heads taller than her act like a eager puppy, maybe she was just driven to finally tease someone face to face again after only doing it online for so long, probably all of them.
“Sure, thing mister~! What can I sign for such a loyal fan?” She eventually replied her tone having taken on a mischievous edge he was all too familiar with from her streams.
“Well I wasn’t expecting to meet you so… oh wait!” He took off his backpack and rummaged around in it for a little bit before pulling out a pile of printed post cards, all of them showing screenshots of Beans streams with her in various compromising positions. As he handed the over for her to sign his brain seemed to catch up with what he was handing over and his blush reached levels she’d never before seen on a guy, or anyone really.
Seeing someone just… carrying around pictures of her like that was a little off-putting if she were to be honest, but she was the one putting herself out there like that in the first place, and well she knew the audience she’d attracted so it wasn’t really surprising. Still, she’d have to add an extra dose of teasing for the audacity!
“Oh my, those are quite shocking mister~ whatever could have motivated you to save something so scandalous?” Beans tried her hardest to use an innocent shocked tone, but couldn’t stop the smugness from leaking into her voice. “Do you make it a hobby to come up to girls halve your size and show off the pictures you took off them? Are you the danger they warn about in strangers?”
The man froze mid step. “I’m… no… I mean-“ He began stammering only to be cut off by her snickering, and promptly hurried over to her the pictures while turning his head aside to avoid eye contact.
Now with him standing right next to her she could see by just how much he was looming over here (probably closer to 190) and yet he seemed so meek and shy now, she really had to keep teasing him for longer, it’s not everyday you come across a prime target like this after all. So when an intrusive thought wormed it’s way to the forefront of her mind, instead of dismissing it, she instead found herself planning.
“Here you go mister. By the way since I did promise to treat whoever first found me, how about you swing by for dinner tonight?” He starred happily at the signed pictures of his Oshi, a small heart drawn right on her belly besides her name, before his mind finally processed her words and his head shot towards her, only to find the catgirl already walking away. Looking back down he noticed there was an address written there too… had, had she been serious?
~
Her doorbell rang at exactly 7pm, just like she’d written, but she didn’t open the door immediately, instead she looked through the peephole to watch him squirm a little. He was standing there dressed in a shirt and jeans with his hair neat and tidy was the same guy she’d met that morning. Beans could barely stop herself from snickering as the seconds blead into minutes and the man was starting to look increasingly more nervous, by the time three minutes had passed he was shifting from leg to leg uncomfortably pressed the doorbell again, by the five-minute mark he was looking ready to bolt, so she finally relented and opened the door.
He shrunk back like a startled deer once he saw her standing behind the door, as if surprised that he wasn’t being stood up or send to the wrong address, but regained most of his composure before making an absolute fool of himself. “H-hi, here I am just like you asked Beans.”
“Aww, no need to be so nervous, this isn’t like a date or anything you know?” The emphasis on the word date had him sporting a blush again in record time much to her amusement. “Or could it be~ Is this the first time you’re over at a girl’s place? My beaner doesn’t have a girlfriend or a girl-friend?”
Seeing how his expression dropped she backpedaled. “Sorry sorry, that was a bit mean, but come on in first, much less awkward than talking in the doorway.” She stepped aside to let him in, which he did with slow hesitant steps, before handing her a box of chocolates.
“I remember you saying they were your favorites and I thought I should at least bring something when I visit.”
“They are, thanks. But this still isn’t a date!” She added a haughty ‘hmph’ for emphasis but still grabbed them with perhaps a little too much enthusiasm. Truly her viewers were the most adorable, she almost felt bad about teasing him… almost.
With the initial shock overcome, he did as bidden and stepped inside looking around to see how his oshi lived. Many had speculated that her place would be a dump, something he never believed because she did still live with her parents after all, but still he’d expected some disorder. Instead, he found a neat urban home with pristine walls and furniture sparsely decorated with what had to be memorabilia or other personal things like family photos.
Interesting as seeing where she lived might be his gaze still mostly stuck to the catgirl herself and not just because he was meeting a celebrity no, Beans was wearing a navy-blue shirt, black stockings and a tight, orange skirt ending halve way up her thighs, noticeably pronouncing her rear. Neither her B-cup breasts nor her shapely ass were anything noteworthy on their own, average though perhaps above so for her height, but knowing who she was and having been there to experience all the teasing she’d done made every extra inch of exposed fur hit twice as hard as it should have (probably an understatement) never mind her already fitting every single box for his dream girl to a T. Her top was tied in the front unveiling a bit of her soft belly, the knot perfectly hiding her belly button, for god’s sake, so really that he managed to have his eyes on anything other than her for any amount of time was surely worth some praise!
Beans of course noticed the looks, part of why she chose to wear what she did, and found his miserably failed attempts to not obviously ogle her goods to be quite endearing. At least the looks confirmed that she’d found the right guy for what she’d planned later, not that she was going to tell him of course, instead once they reached the living room she sat on the couch and gestured for him to do the same.
“So, introductions are in order. Obviously you know who I am but still it’s only proper. The name is Beans nice to meet you! Which one of my beaners so I have the pleasure of hosting?”
“Oh, sorry completely forgot to introduce myself in my excitement. Name’s Clint, pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
Beans smile turned into a sadistic grin. “Nice to meant you Clint, but I was asking about a different name, one that I might perchance recognize?”
Clint’s expression was like that of a kid who got been caught in a lie by his parents, before turning into a bright blush. “I ahhh, well I doubt you still do but does the name ‘Mr Waffles’ still ring a bell?” While technically that was true he’d changed his username soon after subbing to her for the first time and he really hoped she’d forgotten.
“Ohhhh, yeah that faintly rings a bell somewhere…” The corners of her lips pulled up into a wide grin as she let the pause drag on. “But if I remember correctly, you changed that one pretty quickly, am I right mister ‘CatBeansConnoisseur’?”
His stomach sank and he looked away, even as she began to laugh, no matter how enticing the view he just couldn’t face her in that moment. “I… I would- please just call me Clint. Please.”
Wiping a tear out of her eye once she’d calmed down from her laughing fit Beans gave him a warm smile. “Sure thing Clint, I don’t think I could take anything serious if I were calling you that anyways.”
With the awkward introduction out of the way she instead began talking about upcoming streams and ideas for future ones, presented with a topic of his passion and the one in a lifetime opportunity to give feedback and throw his own ideas her way Clint’s tension slowly melted away. Before he’d even noticed an hour had gone by during which he’d even managed to make her laugh! A core memory to be sure.
Eventually they were pulled out of the conversation as the doorbell rang again, beans quickly excusing herself to go answer it, only for her to come back with two pizzas in hand.
“I hope you like meatlovers because I ordered two.”
Clint looked at her a bit conflicted. “I do… but come on! I was hoping to finally get a taste of your fabled cooking for myself, you can’t keep teasing us about it. Maybe I’ll even start throwing fuel to the fire claiming you couldn’t even boil an egg to save your life!”
“Tsk tsk tsk, you know the goal 1000 active subs and I’ll do a cooking stream, until then you all aren’t seeing shit!” She playfully blew him a raspberry. “No sneak peaks even for you. But one sec I’ll go get the drinks”
Afterwards they returned to their idle chatter, though notably muted by virtue of devouring a massive pizza on the side. Halve way through his Clint suddenly began to feel sleepy, his eyelids growing heavy and vision blurry, for longer and longer his eyes shut despite his best efforts to stay awake until finally he fell unconscious, the last thing he saw beforehand being a wide almost sadistic grin on the petite catgirls face.
~
The next time Clint saw his oshi she’d dropped her shirt and skirt instead wearing a bandeau top in a gray slightly brighter than her own fur, pure white stockings that squished her thighs ever so slightly even through the fur and hotpants that barely dipped below the contours of her rear. Never mind showing a little of her belly, here she was showing all of it off the top was so short it even left a sliver of her underboob visible as he was looking up at her.
And there lay the problem, even with such the glorious sight before him rightfully urging him to fall to his knees and thank all the gods who’s names had ever been conceived by human minds for the fact that he was alive to see it, he could do no such thing as he’d woken up tied to a chair in her basement looking up at the catgirl slowly coming down the stairs towards him.
“I see you’re up already.” Beans cheerfully called towards him with a slow wave of her hand. “No need to look so afraid! It’s not like I plan on actually kidnapping you or anything, I’m just messing around a little really, see it as compensation for keeping you company tonight unc.” She gave him a smile a bit too wide and eager to be comfortable, and despite her ‘comforting’ words he couldn’t help but be a bit scared.
“Now where to start…” Beans muttered to herself
“How about you start with untying me and we just forget this ever happened?” Clint found the courage to ask with a weary smile on his face. Instead of responding she just started laughing as if he’d told the best joke she’d heard all month and he wasn’t sure if that was better or worse than if she’d just ignored him.
“No, not yet I’m afraid, but look at the bright side, I’m absolutely sure you’re going to enjoy it. Since you’re a precious beaner of mine I think I’ve got a good idea of what you like, now be a good viewer and keep watching like you always do.”
The petite catgirl began striking a few poses, some of them classics he’d recognize from her streams, some quiet a bit more risqué. Even with the situation being what it was he couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the sight, his mind soon forgetting fear in favor of admiration, burning every movement so deep into his mind that he’d never forget them. Naturally his body reacted as one would expect, and as soon as she spotted the rapidly increasing tightness of his pants, her eyes began to sparkle with impish delight.
Before he knew what was happening, she was already right next to him, so close that he could feel her breath on his face, with her eyes fixed on his crotch. “So that’s how you see me hmm?” She whispered softly into one ear before shuffling around behind him and leaning forward next to the other. “Such a naughty beaner, but if you can keep a secret… I’ve been told I’m a bit of a naughty cat myself.”
Beans followed up on that promise by fiddling around with his belt and eventually unbuttoning his jeans. Her hands were incredibly soft and warm, the fur tickling ever so slightly as it brushed against his skin, and if before he’d gotten hard without meaning to, now he was on a mad dash to ‘rock hard’ and beyond. Unfortunately, she pulled back before ever actually touching his cock with her hands, leaving just his strained plain boxers between her and it.
Instead, she grabbed another one of the chairs, sat down in front of him and began taking off her stockings. “That kind of looks like it hurts, all swollen and twitching~ I’ve got just the thing to fix that though! Especially for a ‘Cat Beans Connoisseur’ such as you.”
“T-that was a joke about being a fan of you specifically, not toebeans!” But to his dismay her only response was to shrug.
“Ticket’s already booked, and Beans enterprises operates under a strict no refunds policy, so you might as well sit back and enjoy the ride. Your little friend seems to have already gotten the message at least.”
With surprising deftness, she hooked one of her toes under the waistband of his briefs and tugged them loose in one smooth motion, causing his by now painfully hard cock to spring free, all 6 inches of it. He closed his eyes as if bracing for impact but not before catching how she quickly licked her lips after seeing what he was packing.
Instead of the rough texture he’d been expecting, or sharp claws like he’s been dreading, a soft and warm almost squishy texture pressed against his cock and gently rubbed up and down its length. The mismatch between expectation and reality made Clint throw his eyes wide open, still he tried his hardest not to look down, because he’d never live it down if his friends caught wind of the opportunity to label him the ‘feet guy’ (even knowing no one would ever hear of this), so he had a literal front row seat to beans spreading her legs in order to angle her paws properly, legs shifting as her paws moved in a way that almost gave her a cameltoe.
At first, she just kept slowly moving her toe beans along his length with some hesitation, applying just enough force to be stimulating but not enough to really feel it, she quickly found her confidence though and with his member firmly gripped between her feet began stroking it up and down until she saw a single bead of pre forming at the tip. Curious she paused her stroking to brush a toe over it.
Clint’s focus remained steady. At least until her toes brushed over his tip, drawing an unintentional groan from his lips and making him look down on reflex. He may not have wanted to but now that his attention was on her, admittedly quite cute, feet the dexterity and precision of her movements was outright impressive, it also helped that it felt damn good.
Beans for her part visibly enjoyed having him under her heels, quite literally in this case, trying out all kinds of different motions and pressures to see how he’d react. She stroked, prodded, pressed, rubbed and even curled her toes around his length in almost every way she could think off leaving her soles glistened faintly from the sheer amount of pre covering them.
Eventually it became too much for him, pleasure mounting towards an inevitable crescendo and with another undignified groan his cock began to twitch rapidly, only to have her stop and pull away last second. She’d known he was close, he could tell by the shit eating grin on her face, which growing even wider as he started to frown.
“Hey, that’s rude. Don’t just leave me like that!”
“Whatever could you mean? You can’t have possibly been close, after all you’re not into toe beans so surely, you’d last longer. I’m just taking a little break.” Her barely hidden self-satisfied look made believing her practically impossible, but at least she was enjoying herself and as a fan he’d reluctantly let this one slide, she was always a massive tease after all.
A scowl and grumbling were the only response he gave her, so she waited with the most innocent expression she could muster. Once his cock stopped twitching Beans began her assault anew, this time starting by kneading his sizable balls with one foot and only rubbing him with the other, probably so he wouldn’t get close again too soon.
Still with how on edge he was already it only took her a few minutes to reduce him to a panting groaning mess desperate for sweet, sweet release. Yet every time he so much as twitched slightly she would pull back for a few seconds to let him settle, it was maddening! This had to quality as some form of torture, worst of all he had no idea of how to get her to stop, it’s not like he’d done anything to deser- was she being petty over his initial lack of enthusiasm?
“Ok, ok I admit it! You’re paws feel incredible! So please, please let me cum with them.” He spat in a whimper like a man begging the loan sharks for just one more week.
“Oh, someone’s suddenly desperate, isn’t he? But you’re adorable so how could I possibly say no.”
Clint wasn’t sure if he’d actually awakened to a long dormant paw fetish, he was just that close, or if she’d just rapidly gotten better at it, but this time it barely took another minute for her to have him violently twitching between her paws once more. The desire to cum was so strong now that he barely even remembered how utterly absurd the current situation was, none of it mattered to him anymore, finally with one last stroke of her toes he could feel his balls clench tight.
Again, Beans pulled her feet away, only this time he’d been over the edge already, but the sudden lack of stimulation made it so instead of the satisfying climax he'd been so desperately needing he instead was left with a sad ruined one, cum flowing down the length of his shaft and leaving him without the relieve he’d been hoping for. When he looked up there wasn’t even a hint of apology or shame on Beans face, no she had the gall to blow him a raspberry after what she’d just done.
Once, even if he wasn’t particularly font of edging once he’d accept, twice was pushing it but he'd live. Thrice? Thrice made a vein in his forehead pop in a burst of pure rage for the smug brat sitting haughtily before him. Using every ounce of power his rage fueled body could muster Clint strained against the roped keeping him bound to the chair and against all expectations, they gave letting him stand. Both of them just starred in disbelieve for a few seconds.
Beans wasn’t an expert at tying knots or anything, so really the bindings had been loose enough for Clint to pull free whenever he tried, he just hadn’t really tried so far. So, to the both of them it seemed like he’d just pulled off some insane feat of strength.
The stunned silence was finally broken with beans audibly gulping, from there it was as if time had slowed to a crawl. Beans began to turn to run away but before she could even take the first step Clints hand was already firmly locked around one of her arms yanking her towards him. She stumbled landing before him on her knees looking up at him wide eyed, he loomed over her casting a menacing shadow on her petite form.
After having been teased like that he was still more than ready to go, cock twitching above her brows like an angry club, causing her eyes to go wide in recognition. Beans opened her mouth, if to beg, scream or protest he’d never know, because as soon as she did, he grabbed her head and pushed forward without caring.
His tip pushed past her lips through her mouth and into her throat in one smooth motion, enveloped by the gentle pleasure of her soft he let out another groan. His cock was above average but not by that much, where it truly shined however was his girth, so came as no surprise when Beans immediately began to gag on his length, her bushy tail going straight like the startled cat she was.
She tried to pull away of course, but he held her head in a vice like grip refusing to let her move on her own, slowly be began to pull her closer pushing his cock further down her gullet inch by inch, her slightly rough tongue providing additional pleasure along the way, until he buried his entire length in her to the point her lips touched his crotch and then further until her cute button nose was pressed flat against him.
“Th- augh this is for all your teasing you damn brat!” Beans only response was a twitch of her fluffy ears, which he promptly ignored.
Then and only then did he slightly relay his grip letting the smaller catgirl, who’d been pressing against his legs with all her might to no avail, push herself back until his cock was out of her throat, but not far enough to take it out. Breathing heavily, she sent him a glare but he barely noticed, to busy basking in finally getting the pleasure she’d so rudely denied him.
Clint didn’t give her much of a reprieve, she’d barely caught her breath when he pushed her back down again, faster this time, enjoying the feeling of her throat clamping around his length as she was made to gag again and again. Then he pulled her back again only to repeat the same motions once more.
Again and again, faster and with less of a break in between, he used her mouth for his own pleasure, the basement air filling with groans, muffled coughing and the wet slick sounds of his cock sliding through her lips. Quickly even that short rest evaporated, by that point he was practically using the poor girls head like an onahole, her arms having gone slack after she stopped struggling.
With his eyes closed Clint only focused on the pleasure, thanks to how horny he’d already been the entire time he quickly got close again and this time no one stopped him from getting over the edge. One more deep satisfied groan, one more pull, this time keeping her pressed against him with all his might and his load began shooting down Beans throat. He couldn’t remember the last time he came that hard (if ever), rope after rope blasted down her gullet in such volume that some of it came back up and began to leak down the side of her mouth.
His orgasm must have lasted 30 seconds, maybe longer, only by the end of it, when his righteous fury waned, did he finally notice that Beans gorgeous eyes were rolled back, the catgirl having passed out at some point during the ordeal, and he quickly pulled out, sighing in relieve when he saw her chest raise and fall in an even rhythm.
Regret over what he’d done began to flood in, but the last embers of his rage stopped Clint from feeling too bad about what he’d done, she had it coming for being such a tease, also she did technically drug and kidnap him he reminded himself. Still, he couldn’t just leave her there so he picked her up and made his way up the stairs to put her in her bed, he took off her pants before tucking her in and in doing so noticed the wet spot that had grown on her black lace panties. With a smirk he sat down too, contemplating on what to from here.
~
Beans woke up groggy and confused, eyes blinking rapidly to overcome the blurriness while she wonders why her throat was so damn sore and why she didn’t remember going to bed. Then the memories hit like a hammer striking hot iron, the petite cat shot up so fast her blanket wrapped around her and panic tangling herself even further. By the time she finally made it out of that mess her door sprung open and a familiar bland face walked in wearing a smile that send a cold shiver down her spine.
Her heart began to pound so fast that it became audible in her ears, but she stopped herself from acting on the fight or flight response, no what she needed was to stay calm and try to reason with him because with him blocking the only way out the least thing she wanted was to force him to act.
“H-hey Clint.” Her voice sounded raspy and she had to caught, the look of pity on his face telling her that at the very least he’d had some regrets about what he did yesterday.
“Good morning beany Beans, you’re probably wondering why I’m still here aren’t you?” Her involuntary gulp filled the silence that followed his question, before she forced herself to nod in affirmation.
“Well, after what happened I was thinking, a lot, post nut clarity you know? Anyways, I’ve realized that you’ve been an awfully greedy cat one-sidedly teasing us and making countless promises left and right without ever following through on them. So, we’re going to fix that, every promise you made the community you’ll fulfill right here right now, as best we can anyways and then, I’ll leave… sound good?” His voice stayed too neutral for her to make out his feelings, but there was on odd intensity to his gaze that made her feel even smaller then when he’d been literally dwarfing her.
“I- I…” Her shaky voice began to stammer. “I’ll call the p-police! You can’t just do this!” she shied back reflexively when he raised his hand, but he only but it in front of his mouth before letting out a haughty chuckle like some stereotypical rich lady in an anime would, the gesture looking entirely out of place on his frame.
“You’re absolutely right! I shouldn’t be doing any of this, but what’s done is done. And just for the record, it’s a bit embarrassing to admit, but I had been recording out entire meeting since the very beginning, the audio at least. I was planning to have it as a private collectors piece you know? Something one of a kind. It just so happened that it caught you admitting to drugging and basically kidnapping me, so sure do call them, but when I’m going to jail, you’re joining me. Not literally, doubt they’d but us in the same cell, but you get what I mean.”
They starred at each other with the intensity of a standoff gem-like orange and blue meeting dull bluish gray, she wasn’t sure how long it lasted but he was the first to crack. “Surely keeping your promises can’t be that hard, I’ll even let you keep the cooking a secret.” He added sweetly causing her to sight. “Ok, fine. Where do we start?”
~
Clint couldn’t be happier, they’d started the day with a thigh job (something she’d alluded to on more than one occasion) and he could still remember the softness of her fur and squishy thighs alike. But what really made him smile was watching her do all the chores she’s ever talked about on stream, either in one of those moments where she played up the wife material angle, or when she’d screamed downstairs telling her parents she’d do them (which he still counted for this even if she didn’t).
Something about watching someone do honest work was just soothing for the mind, or maybe his satisfaction stemmed from convincing her to kill two birds with one stone by doing so in a maid outfit she’d promised to wear someday, jury was still out on which it was. The fact that she didn’t actually own a maid uniform and had instead been forced to throw one together using just stockings a skirt and an apron, leaving the entirety of her back exposed, making her look like the porn parody of one surely didn’t have anything to do with it either.
As he’d noted when he first entered though their house was remarkably clean already so she was already almost done, currently she was finishing up cleaning the kitchen countertops. Beans was squirming under his gaze, and had been for a while, but it wasn’t the ‘I would rather be anywhere else’ kind but rather she seemed embarrassed, bashful even. This lead Clint to another realization, the bratty cat has something of an exhibitionistic streak, but then again most streamers probably do to some extent, how else could they put themselves out there so boldly?
With that in mind he walked up behind her as quietly as he could while she was focused on the task, carefully reached out and slipped his hands around her under the apron so he could grab her modest boobs. They were soft and warm, filling his hands just right in a way that satisfied him on a deeply primal level, Beans herself to his surprise didn’t pull away and instead nuzzled back against his chest seemingly enjoying the moment, until her brain caught up and she pulled herself free from his grasp.
“Wow, can’t believe you still remembered that one too, impressive!” He cheered in a jovial tone.
“Wha-?” Her confused expression revealed that she very much did not, which made her reaction all the more interesting in his eyes.
“You one said that if ‘hubby’ ever grabbed you from behind you’d naturally lean into it, because you’re and I quote ‘cute like that’. I though you remembered, but apparently that really in a natural reaction.”
Beans leveled a long stare at him. “Ok stop, you have to be making this stuff up as you go. No way I said something like that, or even if I did there’s no way you’d remember so much of this random stuff.”
In response he pulled out a folded piece of paper. “I did say that I’m a huge fan, went though everything I could recall yesterday, and also asked some fellow friends if they could think of anything, without telling them what for of course, I’ve got it all here. With the names of the streams they’re from, I even included timestamps if you’re doubting me.”
She starred for a bit longer, left eye twitching ever so slightly, before grumbling as she turned around and went back to work, Clint meanwhile crossed of another point on his long, long list.
~
With the sun having set and a long list of chores behind them most of the mornings tension had left, but in it’s place was a new kind of tension, the sexual kind. He’d been hard for most of the day thanks to the breathtaking view of her barely clad form, she’d found herself on the receiving end of how own slowly but steadily growing arousal, occasionally steeling glances at his crotch and was now sporting a blush strong enough to be visible through her gray fur.
Of course something was going to happen, especially considering the mountain of unfulfilled sexual promises that still stood untouched on their list, the real question was where they’d start. Originally, he’d wanted to ‘go in guns blazing’ so to say and throw them right in the deep end, but now with them awkwardly sitting on her bed together that bravery had all but vanished.
“How about we start with a thighjob? I’ve found myself starring at them all day.”
Having the silence suddenly broken seemed to startle her, but she recovered quickly enough. “I suppose.” She deadpanned. “But don’t think I’m doing this because I want to!” Despite her dismissive words and even though she turned her head sideways, Beans fluffy ears twitched slightly and her bushy tail swayed in the wavey pattern an excited cats tends to.
Decision made Clint quickly lost his pants, freeing his by now painfully hard cock and didn’t miss how her head instantly turned a bit more towards him so she could get a good look at it. Still somewhat awkwardly Clint began to lift her, finding himself surprised at how light she was, and placed her in his lap.
Beans squeezed her legs together, soft squishy thighs enveloping his length in her warmth causing him to groan, and her to chuckle smugly. In response he pushed her forward until his cock brushed against her cunny, the sudden touch causing her to let out a short involuntary moan. Silence returned, broken soon after by mutual laughter.
The Ice finally broken Beans began to rub her legs up and down, squishing and stroking his cock at the same time, Clint likewise began to slowly thrust upwards, bouncing the petite catgirl on his lap and causing his dick so slowly brush through her outer lips, the wetness ending all doubts about how horny she’d gotten.
Neither of them was good at what they’re doing, but they didn’t need to be. A mixture of precum and Beans juices soon matted her fur, air filled with a symphony of pleasure. She wasn’t even trying to hid how much she was enjoying it anymore, not that he had the presence of mind to tease her about it, feeling her grind against him was simply too stimulation, so he found himself already on the edge.
“B-beans, you said spitters were quitters, and promised you’d never be a quitter, care to prove that one?” He grunted through gritted teeth trying to not accidentally blow his load prematurely.
“That’s… we already did that one yesterday!”
“No way that counts, you didn’t even have the option of quitting.”
“Augh, fine.” She got up, legs glistening enticingly as light reflect off her wet fur, and leaned forward until her face was less than an inch from his cock. He could feel her hot breath now as she slowly closed the distance, not even hesitating before opening wide and almost eagerly sucking his tip into her mouth. Slightly rough tongue dancing over his sensitive tip clint let himself go and came.
Balls clenching, he unleashes the first shot right down her throat, followed by another, and then another, again and again without showing any sign of abating, it just kept going. Beans had been diligently swallowing it all, but the sheer volume quickly overwhelmed her ability to do so, first it spilled out of the corners of her mouth, then back out of the seal her lips had made around his cock, eventually after swallowing what much have been an entire glass worth if cum her body shuddered and a single strand of it began to leak down her nose before Clint’s orgasm finally came to an end.
They both fell backwards onto the mattress breathing heavily, if it took only a minute or if it were ten, he couldn’t tell, but eventually beans got up saying she’d need something to drink, which he supposed was fair after what just happened. Only when he sat back up himself, he saw the wet spot where she’d previously sat, one that hadn’t been there before… she’d cum from swallowing his load he realized, and hard at that.
When she got back to her room, he was already hard again from the realization of what had happened, and the utter shock on her face when she saw he was hard again would have made for a priceless picture.
“We’re far from done for tonight. I hope you’re ready to put those hands to use next.”
~
When Beans though she were saw yesterday morning she hadn’t the faintest clue what she was talking about, compared to the practical full body ache she was experiencing now the little discomfort in her jaw would have been a pleasant breeze.
Clint’s stamina was… frightening, after the thigh and hand job he went on to demand practically every kind of ‘job’ imaginable from ass to boobs and beyond, even the elusive and highly questionable pit job, if she could include all of them in her resume, she’d be considered an accomplished workaholic from just that evening alone!
Yet worst of all she couldn’t even bring herself to hate it. At some point he’d stopped only demanding she pleasure him and instead brought up some obscure promise, she’d made so long ago she wasn’t even sure she’d meant it as an inuendo at the time, that basically gave him the go ahead to do some ‘heavy patting’.
Of course she’d tried to hold back initially, she even made sure to tell him how awful of a job he was doing, but instead of getting discouraged Clint just seemed to take it as a challenge. She couldn’t hold back her moans forever, neither could she stop herself from eventually succumbing to his touch and once the dam broke, it broke. The memory alone sending tingled down her spine. She definitely didn’t let him keep going afterwards, even though she’d already kept that promise, because she lost herself to the pleasure!
Eventually she got up on still shaky legs and slowly made her way out into the bathroom, it was past noon already that’s how long she’d been out for, and if the snoring coming from below were to be believed she’d still woken up ahead of him… Maybe she should make a run for it now? It’s not like he could stay at her place forever, yet… yet somehow the idea of squirming her may out of this mess didn’t quite feel right. She was just taking responsibility, it had nothing to do with how her body tingled in anticipation of what was yet to come!
~
Clint work up already feeling backed up again, despite everything regardless of how much he’d cum just a few hours ago, his body was already aching for release once more, it was as if every single boner he’s ever popped watching Beans streams decided come back all at once and with a vengeance at that. Luckily for him he’d stopped worrying too much about his actions and would be more than happy to indulge his body’s needs, now where was that sexy cat?
He found her sitting at the kitchen table slowly nursing a cup of coffee and confidently walked behind her. Beans didn’t notice him, or more accurately pretended not to notice him because her adorable ears twitched in his direction with every step he took.
Once he stood right behind her he reached forward and slipped a finger into her mouth, her tongue slowly licking the digit almost as soon as he did, his other hand wanted lower slipping underneath her skirt only to find itself brushing against bare fur instead of the expected panties. Feeling around for a little bit her quickly found her pussy lips, and they were already drenched, with a smirk he slowly brushed his fingers through them.
“good morning beany Beans. Hope you slept well.”
She spat out his finger to respond, talking in a voice that was too flat to be natural. “I guess I did, no thanks to you Clint. Couldn’t even wait for me to finish my coffee huh you damn pervert? Maybe you should change your name again, how about ‘Beans hornyest ape’?”
“You’re saying that even though you’re not even wearing panties because you’re afraid of staining another pair? Pot calling the kettle black much?” He chuckled heartily, glad to see that she hasn’t lost that spirit that made her so charming to his eyes.
“But seriously I’m already raging to go again, and we’ve worked out way through anything non penetrative…” Before he’d even finished his sentence his hand suddenly pulled her upwards forcing her to stand, while the other pushes her head forward onto the kitchen table, even standing up her hips were barely level with said table so he actually had to bend forward a bit awkwardly to line up his erection with her doughy bubble butt.
“Saturday 10th: ‘Weak mindset! Me? I’d be more than happy if someone bend me over the table if you guys know what I mean~’. Let’s see just how happy you’ll be then.”
“Hey, w-wait a sec, a at least give me time to prepaaaaa~” her sentence cut off with a moan as Clint thrust his hips forward burying the first two inches on his cock within her velvety inner folds until she clamps down around him hard enough to stop his initial push. His groan of pleasure is just as loud as her moaning, where her mouth and throat had been pleasantly wet and warm her cunny was downright hot inside, the pressure of her muscles tightening those drenched walls around him causing such intense sudden pleasure that he suddenly found himself far less inclined to make jokes about quickshots.
But he endured, weathering the pleasure until he’d adjusted enough, and she’d relaxed enough, for him to continue pushing himself deeper, just much, much slower. Beans on the other hand wasn’t handling it as well as he had, the poor catgirl hadn’t a moment to prepare herself so the sudden pleasure made her see stars, even when she calmed down enough to stop squeezing him like she were trying to crush his cock his sheer girth was such that it left her feeling bloated and painfully aware of every single square inch of her own inner walls, his advance simultaneously stimulating more nerve endings than she’d even known she had.
Steadily pushing himself deeper Clint’s tip eventually reached a wall that wouldn’t budge and caused her to clamp down around him once more, by now most of his cock was buried inside his petite oshi his hips almost touching hers, her folds fitting so tightly around his girth that if felt as if they were molded for his shape. When despite trying to push further nothing happened, other than him pushing Beans slightly backwards on the table and her groaning weakly, he realized he must already be hitting her cervix and looked down.
One of the hands holding her down moved to brush over her tummy, Beans was by no means anorexic or anything, but she was still a petite little thing, so with his impressive girth pushing against her from the inside he could actually feel the outline of his cock distent her belly all the way from her cunny almost up to her belly button. The thought alone made him twitch, something he could actually feel reflected on her tummy. But it seems he wasn’t the only one enjoying himself, he caught her looking down towards her belly in utter amazement, even if she couldn’t see it herself he was sure she could feel, her body shuddering ever so slightly.
Seeing as there was no more room to push, he instead began to slowly pull his hips backwards, basking in the feeling of her folds clinging to him as if refusing to let go, before thrusting forward again. That time he couldn’t only see but feel she shudder go through her body, her head falling flat against the table as she arches her back, insides clenching and loosening almost like they were milking him, tail hammering against his chest. With such a display Clint didn’t even need the wet feeling against his legs, the almost screaming moans, to tell that she’d cum.
That he didn’t loose himself and cum right then and there was some sort of miracle, but his will held and as soon as she’d somewhat calmed down, he went right back to thrusting. In and out, in and out, his pace steadily growing, her resistance having faded to nothing.
He was so close now, his cock twitching and balls aching for release, something Beans noticed too, her head slowly turning again to look at him. “W- wait you AAAUHH you’re ahh you’re not wearing a condom!”
“Yeah, you said they were cringe so you wouldn’t bother.” Clint ground out in response through gritted teeth. Beans obviously wanted to say something in response, but when she opened her mouth, he thrust forwards once more and her voice turned into a long drawn-out moan as she came once more. One more thrust, using all the force he could muster, actually burying the entirety of his length in her petite form, the wet meaty slap of him hips smacking into hers, and then Clint came too.
Again, he came so much it might make a hentai protagonist blush, heavy balls relentlessly pumping cum into the catgirl impaled on his girth. Beans mouth still hung open but no sound could be heard, her lungs lacking the capacity to keep moaning for as long as her body demanded, her tail resting limp on her back. If Beans was still cumming, or cumming again he couldn’t tell, but her body was milking him for all he’s worth, walls clinging onto him so tightly that despite the volume not a single drop spilled. By the time his orgasm had died down there was an actual bulge on her belly, large enough to see even from behind, making Beans look like she were a few months pregnant already.
~
Naturally he wasn’t done after just the one round, though he did need an hour to recharge, and have a proper breakfast, an hour Beans spend almost entirely just laying down an arm covering her face to hide her blush and expression while her body was still shuddering from the reverberations of her climax.
When he felt ready to go again, and damn was he ready thanks to the practically nude object of his every desires, he read off another position from the list, doggy style.
Despite her exhaustion, and a flicker of unease as she remembered how their last round went, Beans gave in to her desire to tease him about being a wild mutt. He showed her how ‘bitches’ get treated, wrong species but still he couldn’t help but laugh at his own bad pun.
Next they spooned, and she weakly teased him about being way too clingy, her reward was a proverbial mountain of his DNA clinging to the deepest depths of her core. This back and forth went on and on until by the time they reached missionary, because he really wanted to match her face this time, she didn’t even tease him anymore, just blush and try to avert her eyes.
When the sun set behind the horizon once more they’d gone through more different positions than the both of them combined had before, even the fabled full nelson, thanks to Beans weighing practically nothing despite her love for burgers.
In those last two days alone Beans had cum more times that she usually would in an entire month, and it showed. With practically every muscle in her body aching she fell asleep almost as soon as clint helped her into bed, he wasn’t fairing much better and exhaustion overtook him before he even left her room, which is how they ended up spending their first night together peacefully cuddled against one another.
~
Beans had just finished the last bite of her breakfast when Clint stepped into the kitchen, and with just his presence a shudder ran down her spine, images of yesterday practically burned into her mind. Worse still the shudder was accompanied by an unmistakable tingling in her loins, was she seriously getting wet from just seeing him?
With a frown on her delicate features, even though her traitorous ears twitched in excitement, she turned to face him and let out a resigned sigh. “Just get it over with, what sort of debauchery do you have in mind for us today?”
“Perrish the thought, I’m still beyond drained. Instead, you’ve got a mountain of challenged to get through that you’ve been bragging about beating off stream. Time to prove you really are the god gamer we all know and love.”
Of course she was suspicious at first, thinking he was just messing with her, but no Clint really just had her beating various challenges in some of her favorite games and some of those games she only beat for said challenges. She should be happy for such a pleasant break, and she was! Especially when she could show off her mastery for some of the hardest things he had obviously doubted her on.
Yet… yet… as time went on, she found herself progressively less focused on the games, mind constantly wandering due to Clints presence and her insides growing more and more heated as if there were a steadily growing fire in her core. Soon she was shifting on her chair, a stain no doubt having formed beneath, and she could barely focus on the games, nevermind actually beating any challenges that could even give her some trouble while locked in.
He must have noticed it too, judging from the smug looks he send her from time to time, but he never did anything, never said that enough was enough so they could continue where they left off, not even when she could clearly see the bulge in his pants, a sight that really didn’t help her concentrate on the tasks at hand.
Still, she soldiered on, if he didn’t want to start anything good! Not like she wanted anything more to do with him than finishing the stupid promises! She definitely didn’t wish Clint were ramming his fat cock into her instead of having to play jump king…
When the sun set and Clint just went to bed without doing anything she definitely didn’t spend another hour furiously fingerbanging herself to sleep…
~
Yet again Beans found herself only halve-looking at the screen in front of her, yet again she couldn’t stop herself from squirming with need even though she should be happy to not have to satisfy Clints perversions.
Except the more time passed the more she felt like she was trapped, her own body like a desert who’s sweltering heat seemed to only ever grow stronger while an oasis in the form of Clint was there right next to her, no matter how much she might have told herself that she didn’t need it, sooner or later such a temptation became too much to resist.
Starring at another game over screen she finally broke, turning towards the human sitting beside her with an expression of pure primal desire. “Clint… I can’t believe I’m saying this but please, I need it so bad.”
Clint just got up and headed towards her bedroom, motioning for her to follow, which she did feeling ever so slightly irritated at herself for what she was doing, but these were extraordinary circumstances so surely she’d forgive herself for it later.
Back in her room instead of waiting for her to get on the bed clint had laid down himself, pants already around his ankles, leaving his raging erection twitching in the air. The sight, balls plump beyond reason and angry veins dotting his entire length, would have been intimidating normally, but in her current state it was like a beacon beckoning for her to embrace it.
“All that’s left from our list is cowgirl so if you want this back in you, you’re gonna have to do the work yourself this time.”
His voice held a smug undertone she was all too familiar with, but Beans didn’t care, for here the only things that existed anymore were the cock before her and the need within. She was so far gone that she didn’t even remember herself moving, one moment she was standing in the doorway starring, the next she was squatting over his lap hips positioning her dripping entrance over his cock while her fluffy tail wrapped around it’s base keeps it steady, before letting herself fall.
~
Clint could practically see the fireworks go off in Beans brain as she impaled herself on him, a sight he would have loved to burn into his memory were it not for the incredibly tightness of her folds, gripping him like they were trying to crush him, forcing him to arch his back involuntarily. After an entire day of pure sexual tension the suddenness of it got to both of them, but this time Beans was the first to recover, firmly planting her cute paws on the mattress and lifting her bubbly butt, before crushing it back into his pelvis.
With gritted teeth Clint braced to endure while Beans worked to ride him like a woman possessed, up and down she went hands pressed onto his chest for support as her hips almost turned into a blur. Neither of them could say anything, to busy vocalizing their pleasure
He’d rarely seen her so into anything, and that said thing happened to be his cock served as a boost to his self confidence like no other. Not that he could really bask in it with all his focus needed simply to not cum right away, something that was getting harder and harder by the second. When he looked down to again cherish the sight of his member bulging her slim belly, her tail reached forward and gently, almost lovingly, brushed his cheek, and that finally made him let go, an entire days’ worth of pent up spunk blasting into Beans while he laid back on her bed only vaguely aware from how she was shuddering atop him that she must be getting off on the raw creampie too.
Heavy breathing filled the air as they came down from their high. Beans, with her head resting on his chest, looked up towards him and Clint starred back, loosing himself for what seemed like an eternity in those heterochromatic gems until he could feel her hips rise again, only instead of pulling off him like he’d expected, she slammed them back down on his still sensitive shaft causing him to groan loudly. Within moments they were already back to the same rapid pace as before.
“You hugh- you know that there was nothing about riding me twice on the list don’t you?”
“I don’t care. I need this. Just aaaaah~ just let me have this!”
Clint rhythmically began to thrust upwards to meet the motions of her hips halve-way, the sudden burst of pleasure, combined with them both still being sensitive, made her lean her head back to moan for just long enough for him to reach for something he’d brought but never thought he’d get to use.
Beans was on cloud nine riding chasing the greatest pleasure of her life, only to suddenly feel something smooth wrapping around her throat. Her eyes shot open only to find Cling holding some thin rope connected to something on her neck. Only a few seconds later she recognized it, their old lead from when they still had a dog, so the weight around her throat had to be…
clint chuckled in amusement as he saw the look of recognition flash over her face, made even better by the almost immediate heavy blush. Though she’d stopped her hips in surprise, he hadn’t and to his delight he could feel that she was not opposed to his idea. “If you’re indulging I thought I’d do the same, but I bet you don’t mind judging by how your body is responding.”
He tugged on the leash whenever he thrust up into her, forcing his cock to push even deeper into her until he could almost see it punch the air out of her, yet she didn’t slow down, if anything she only seemed more into it than before.
~
After both of them had time to catch their breath they found themselves starring into each other’s eyes, gazes saying more than they ever could. With a firm grip on her leash Clint began dragging beans out of her room, still fully nude with a steady trickle of cum running down her inner thigh.
It was as if lust had completely taken over, he dragged her throughout the entire house, bending her over whatever surface seemed convenient, doing her in any position his heart desired and Beans seemed almost eager to comply with his impulses.
She was fully nude, wearing a leash, and getting fucked in broad daylight, any neighbor or even stranger walking past that just so happened to look into their windows at the right time could fully see Beans in all her glory, yet she didn’t seem to care. If anything, the possibility, or more like certainty, that someone would catch them only seemed to turn the bratty catgirl on even more.
At some point she even stopped moaning normally, instead devolving into something closer to mewing, even purring occasionally. Clint meanwhile used her every way he could, pulling her tail and leash, spanking, choking, even grabbing her by the ears and pushing her onto his cock until she passed out choking on his cock only to fuck her hard enough to rouse her right after.
By the end of it beans looked like she’s been dragged through a bucket of white paint, nevermind the mess they left all throughout the house that she’ll have to clean before her parents get back, but those were worries for later.
~
When Beans woke up again it was already well past noon, looking around with groggy eyes she found her room surprisingly clean without anything out of place. Neither was she feeling sore like she’d expected, more refreshed than anything really, though definitely still horny.
She almost began to wonder if everything had been some sort of wet dream, at least until she sat up and noticed that familiar weight settling around her neck. Startled she fumbled with the clasp and almost choked herself rushing to take the collar off, and in her fumbling noticed a note laying next to her.
“Morning beans, sorry to disappear on you so suddenly but I’ve got things to take care off on my end that I really shouldn’t have waited so long to do, and we’re already done with the list anyways
-your most dedicated beaner Clint”
With an exaggerated hmph the crumpled note flew into the trash with as much force as her slender arms could muster, though the blush claiming her to face to even the tip of her fluffy ears told a different story.
~
It's been an entire month after Clint finally got to meet his oshi, well much more than just meet, but nothing much really changed. Beans kept on streaming like nothing had happened, and he still caught every single one without exception, the only reall difference was that he’d started joking that Beans can never be late, because she ‘comes’ early, whenever someone said she was late in chat.
Yet when the doorbell rang, without him expecting anyone, he was sure that she’d finally called the cops on him. Sure he still had the recording, but after thinking it over multiple times he’s decided not to use it, he enjoyed her too much to seriously want to bring her harm… despite what he’d done. So, with steeled resolve and a deep breath he opened the door.
Except instead of a pair of armed officers what greeted him was the sight of a gray furred catgirl wearing a stylish yellow sundress looking at him with a longing look in her familiar mesmerizing orange and blue eyes.
The shock of having her on his porch had his mouth hanging open unable to form words until she snickered and winked at him. Regaining his composure he coughed into his fist twice before straightening his posture. “Hi Beans, what uhh, what brings you to my humble abode?”
Beans grin turned into a meek look as she began to blush and turn her head away to hide her expression, hand shooting forward to hand him something, only then did he notice that she was still wearing the collar. Clint carefully grabbed the offered leash and motioned for her to come inside, only then did she answer.
“So, I realized that we never actually finished that list, because there was definitely a pawjob on there, and I don’t think either of us can consider what happened before as crossing that off properly.” He starred at her for a few seconds before nodding in agreement, now that he’s thinking about it that hardly counted, especially since he never actually got to finish.
“And uhhh since the list wasn’t done some of things I might have let slip recently should count too, like ‘marrying whoever is willing to try to tame me’ or ahh how I’d promised to be a good wife.” Silence lingered after her statement, she wanted to say more that much he could tell so he waited patiently for her to continue, which she did eventually in one of the quietest tones he’d ever heard her use.
“Also as you might have guessed, turns out I was in heat so… hope you’re ready to take responsibility, hubby~”