Jamais Dans Ma Vie
Jamais Dans Ma Vie Chapter 1 by Nikora Angeli * * *
DISCLAIMER: I don't know french. I used a dictionary, so if it is messed up, THAT'S WHY! And my writing's been crap lately. Apologies for that. This is theoretically part of a series, but it's up to you if it gets written. ... Oh yeah, and there's naughty bits. Don't read it if you're like...little. (M/F, oral, slavery, cat-girl/human, plot)
- * * Ding-ding. Aerik stepped into the shop and looked down at the directions in his hand. He glanced up, around the pet shop, and smirked. Yes, this was the right place. "Good evening, sir. Welcome to Moitié Homme," smiled the stooped greasy man at the desk. He stood up, his mostly-bald head gleaming in the fluorescent lighting, and adjusted his thick glasses. "What may I help you with today?" "I'm in the business for a...pet," Aerik gestured to his piece of paper where the name of the petshop headed the directions, and the man nodded, pleased. "Our pets are the finest. What are you searching for? Something sweet like a ferret? Or exotic like a bat? Or something traditional...a dog perhaps?" "Non, sir. I'm looking for a cat." He tucked his hands in the pocket of his jacket and looked at the various ceilingless tanks in which the available pets were held. "Where do I start my shopping?" "Just this way, monsieur. You're right to choose that old favorite--cats can be very affectionate and...exciting." The greasy shop owner slid over the grimy linoleum and led Aerik through the aisles of pleading eyes to a row of tanks by the wall. Aerik faced his prospects. They were each in a glass case without a ceiling that reached up to about his bellybutton (and seeing as he was about 6'1", that was pretty tall). They were all comfortably crouched in their living space and fitted with collars, looking up at him with curious eyes. He started down the row to examine. The first was beautiful, of a shapely body and lovely face. Her blue eyes were lit with admiration as she gazed at her appraiser. She had lovely black ears and a tail splotched with white that lashed occasionally. Her long and silky black hair flowed over her shoulders and framed her ample breasts. Her smile flowed nicely against her cookie-brown human skin. She beamed at him hopefully; it seemed as though flowers would bloom in her gaze. But she looked too innocent, too fragile. "Lovely, my dear, but not for me," he muttered to her, and her ears wilted. The next in line was slightly heavy cat with long luxurious slate grey fur that matched her curled grey hair. She was pretty, with flawless skin and he could tell she could have a very sultry alluring gaze. However, at this moment, her white-blue eyes glared at him mutinously as if daring him to criticize her. He winced and shuffled onward: definitely not for him. Third up was a laid back male who showed off his "assets" nicely. He purred hopefully, flicking purple bangs from his yellow almond-shaped eyes. "Master?" he murmured. "Sorry man, maybe another time," Aerik chuckled. "Gorgeous, but I need a female." The male pouted and laid his head back against the wall. The fourth peeked up at him from behind her long orange bangs. Her skin was rosy and beautiful, clean and occasionally peppered with freckles (though that might be part of the feline in her). He leaned over the edge to get a closer look and she quivered and looked down. He lifted her chin to get her posture straighter, as she had been crouched almost in a ball. "Show yourself off," he muttered. She creeped to a straight posture, then caved. Aerik frowned deeply. "I need confidence, dear. I'm sorry." He stood again and walked on, leaving her bright blue eyes nearly broken in tears. The fifth sat comfortably on her bed cushion, red striped tail draped across her lap. She had been watching him and she did not stop when he approached. Her green eyes were alight with curiosity and play. As he stepped closer to see, she rocked to her knees and placed her hands on the glass edge to get a better look at him. "Hmm." She narrowed her eyes at him. "Not for me." With that, she fell back to her cushion and returned to watching him with actually greater interest than before. He laughed. "I beg your pardon?" "You are not for me," she said, as if it were plain. "I have to contradict you there," he grinned. "You are very much for me." She wrinkled her nose and sighed, her arms crossed over her lovely white breasts. "Do you wish to take her to the room then? I'm sure she will be good for you," snivelled the shop owner at his elbow. "Room?" "Before we sell our pets, we make sure they're right for each other; there's a room to talk and interview." "Lead away." The man unlocked the glass gate and it swung outward. The pretty red stood up, and as the leash was attached to her collar, pranced out and followed them. - - - "Her name is Folâtre. She is, as you can see, quite playful." The greasy man sat down in a chair behind a desk littered with paperwork. Folâtre flicked her ears noncommitally. "Before we get started, I must make sure: what is it you want in your pet? In other words, what will you do with her?" Aerik lounged back in his chair and hmmed under his breath. "She will be my assistant and my slave. I will of course treat her well." "Slave, sir? I'm to take that as a sexual slave, yes?" "Quite." Aerik grinned. "And what sexual activities will you engage in?" "Well..sex." "What kind of sex, sir?" "What kind? Hmm..I tend to run the gamut up to and including bondage." "A typical scenario?" "Uh. Well...tying her up, teasing her with toys, having her suck me off, rewarding her with her own orgasm..." He glanced at Folâtre but her eyes were closed and she was purring rather audibly. The shop owner chuckled. "You are in luck, sir. She is fond of all of the above. I should warn you, though, that this one might try to dominate you sometimes. I'm sure you can see she's not entirely submissive." "All the better for me." He smiled at Folâtre, who bowed and sat down on the floor. "So are we right together now, little one?" She shrugged. "Folâtre has no opinion in the matter." Her smirk showed otherwise. He ruffled her hair and she nuzzled against his hand without façade. "Our clients usually like to, ah...take a test run first." The man simpered and steepled his fingers. "I assure you, they are all well-trained at their respective farms; Folâtre came from a particularly prodigious kitten farm and her siblings were well-sold. So, ah...if you want to...try her out..." Aerik stretched, yawned, and stood. He stared down at Folâtre, and she stared back up at him. "Alrighty then." He unbuttoned his pants, then paused, seeing the man watching him with a slimy smile nearly dripping from his chin. He shuddered and twirled his finger. "Ah...could you...you know...turn around?" The man narrowed his eyes. "No, we must be sure you won't...abuse your pet." "Uh." That man gave him the shivers. But, whatever. He turned back to Folâtre who was waiting obediently. He summoned a domineering air and unzipped his pants the rest of the way. "Folâtre, suck my cock." He pulled on her leash and she crawled to him. She unbuttoned his boxers and extracted his already partly hard cock with warm delicate fingers. Her fingertips massaged it gently, priming it before her task. She stroked his length for a few moments before leaning in and licking the the head of his cock. She lapped at it, teased it with her wet muscle, rolled it around, kissed it with her lips. Her tongue slid slowly up its underside, and he shuddered, closing his eyes. She did it again, slower, and when she reached the tip, pursed her lips. His fingers slid into her hair and grasped the reddish strands, urging her onwards. She took the proferred gift, and slid her lips down, down, over the cockhead...She began to bob her head, suckling lightly, and each downstroke led her lips further down his now throbbing erection. He moaned softly and pushed her further onto him, willing her to swallow it all. She steadily kept her pace, and now worked her tongue around the shaft already in her mouth. As her nose met his pelvis, she found she had it all. The head of his cock pressed against the back of her throat and she swallowed. The wet wall caressed his head and she closed around it, the walls stroking it from all sides. He shuddered, moaned, and began bucking his hips into her. "Ooh--ahhh! Soo...so good..." He panted, riding her mouth and pressing his tip against her throat. She purred softly and the vibration soaked through every nerve in his sensitive prick, elliciting another delicious moan. Her hands slid into his boxers again and removed his balls from their fabric prison. She fondled them against her palms and rolled them in her fingers, making Aerik's knees shake. She leaned into his cock and sucked hard; he hammered into her throat as his breath threatened to leave him completely. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh FUCK YES! Suck it, oh god yes! Fuck YES!" She moved faster lapped at his manmeat in her mouth, suckling for the treat she knew was swiftly in store. His precum already saturated her saliva and trickled down her throat, and she pulled at him with her breath. His hips fought hard against her and she returned the fight easily, topping every caress, every suck and lick and fondle with a better one in each passing second. She felt his balls expand in her kneading fingers and with a howl, he fucked her mouth hard as his cum sprayed out in powerful jets. He filled her, she swallowed, he went at it harder, and she was equal to it. After a long minute, she pulled back and the last little squirts hit across her cheek. He sagged against the wall and panted while she leaned in and cleaned the tip of his cock, lapping the excess cum with her lips and tongue. He fumbled into his back pocket, extracted his debit card, and tossed it to the shop owner. "Sold," he gasped. Folâtre licked the back of her hand and mopped it across the cum on her cheek cattishly, smirking. Well done. - - - - Aerik walked home with his naked Folâtre in tow. It was at a leisurely pace and the night was nice and moderate. "So," he murmured, "Foley--I'm going to call you that--how did you come to be at Moitié Homme?" Foley flicked her ears. "I was bred for it, Master." "I know that. I'm curious about your life, mon chatte." He tugged her leash lightly and she quickened her pace to catch up. "Oh, there's not much to know. I was born at Haras, a cat farm in upper Rouen. They taught me what I know, I was loaded onto a truck, and arrived here. That's all." Aerik arched his eyebrow at the literality of the name of her farm. He ran his fingers through her fine red hair and ruminated for a few moments. "So you've seen little of life?" "Dominer, this has been life to me. I have seen all of life." She trotted easily at his side and crossed her arms behind her. "I beg to differ; I will make sure that your life will consist of more than just Haras and Moitié Homme." He glanced at her, and she was chuckling at him. "What?" "You must, unless your home is either of those." She smiled, her ears flattening mischievously. "Ha, ha." He scratched behind her ears. "So grateful I see, my pet." "Please don't mistake me, Master," she murmured. "I am very grateful." She bowed her head and continued beside him in silence. He didn't press her for more. The roads passed in an endless chain of streetlights and small parks. A few others walked the cobblestones, mainly couples. A teenage boy stopped and stared openly, making Aerik chuckle and Folâtre smirk. He tugged her leash suggestively, she swayed her hips, and Aerik wondered that the boy didn't topple over right there. They turned a corner and wandered down a cobblestone walk. Folâtre peered around, eyeing the surroundings curiously. Aerik's voice snapped her out of her reverie. "Were you oldest in your family?" She blinked. "No, Master...I was somewhere in the middle." "Out of how many?" "A litter of 5, but it was not the first nor the last litter." He whistled. "Lot of kids." "Again, Dominer, we are bred for this." He kicked at the pavement and snorted, his shoes scuffing loudly in the night stillness. "'Bred' for nothing, Foley. I'm going to make it so you were 'bred' to live. Got it?" "Yes, Master." She smiled gratefully. Aerik stopped walking and leaned on a small wrought iron garden gate. He gestured to the house behind him, which was moderately small but very cute. "Welcome to chez-moi!" "Lovely, Master," she purred. He opened the gate and walked into the garden and she followed behind, her tail swishing curiously. As he walked up the steps he turned to her and blinked. "What? No, you sleep outside." She blinked at him, rather aghast. But she bowed submissively as was her roll. "Yes, Master." "Bah! Don't 'yes, master' me, I was kidding. Come inside, you have a room to yourself." He opened the door for her and she bowed, giggling, and entered into her new home, and if he were to make good on his promise, her new life.