The Muse
Maia the imaginary cat loved being invisible.
The six foot tall, purple and white striped cat girl found that she always felt a thrill when she went out into a crowded place and not a single person was able to see her. Sometimes she'd go out for walks in the local park, just to mess with people. It was easy, really. All she had to do was trip someone or switch things around, or even tap some poor jogger on the shoulder. In this way, she was the haunt of the park, and she took pride in it.
It had been years since she had been anyone's imaginary friend, and she decided that she wasn't going to start being one again anytime soon. People were hopeless, she told herself. They grew up and forgot about everything that they ever loved. She had been forgotten too many times. Let her stay invisible, the world of imagination no longer thrived here, and she would rather mess around with these foolish people then help them.
It was more fun that way.
On weekdays, she wandered around towns and shopping centers, looking for things to steal. She never really needed any of the things that she ran off with, because, being imaginary, she never had to eat or drink anything to keep herself alive, and the only things that she ever did need, like temporary shelter, or entertainment, or her life-blood, inspiration, she could find just as easily, for free.
Although, she was invisible to the world, it seemed that mirrors and bodies of water still paid her the service of returning her reflection. Maia was never one to stare at her face for hours or even minutes, but she would make an occasional checkup, noticing and approving of the way that time was treating her.
No longer was she the small purple and white striped ball of fur in boy's clothes that she used to be. Now she was older, more mature, and her fuzzy, striped visage lent her a certain beauty that could not be had by ordinary human girls her age. Her taste in clothes had also changed somewhat, and while she still retained a tomboyish style, it was ultimately a feminine tomboyish style that was all her own. Personal appearance didn't much seem to matter to the rest of the world when you were invisible, though. The world had become for her a series of private living spaces.
The tall, striped cat took full advantage of this fact, and frequently engaged in some of her loneliest activities while being in the presence of the general public.
There had been one time when she was in a very bad mood and plunked herself down on a park bench on a cloudy afternoon. Growling to no one in particular, she hastened to unzip her pants and push her purple and white paw under the waistband of her panties, rubbing away her frustrations about the world by slowly stroking the opening between her legs, making soft moaning sounds, more like whispers. While she did this, a man passed by on rollerblades. But it was okay, no-one saw her, so no one was offended. She was free to do whatever she felt like doing in the park, or anywhere else that she felt like going.
As Maia walked around the park one day, she noticed that there was someone new that she hadn't seen around before. Being a haunt included keeping tabs on all the regulars, and on the weekdays, the only people she ever saw were regulars. Yet here today, was a young man that she didn't recognize. She walked around him, studying his features. She decided that she liked what she saw. His face held a look of disappointment, but his eyes were some of the most soulful that she had ever seen. He was sitting in the grass, propped up against a rock. Spread across his lap was an open notebook, and the man was busily doodling something. Looking over his shoulder, she noted that he was sketching a few rough shapes before he vigorously erased them, it seemed that he was at a loss for inspiration.
Maia's heart went out to this man. How many years had it been since she last met someone with promise? Perhaps this handsome man could do with a bit of her own brand of inspiration. But what to do? She couldn't just convince the man to play games, that sort of technique was suited for small children who used to be able to see her. What, then? She had to get the man's attention, but in a more... mature way.
Maia stood behind him for a few minutes, trying to see what she could do with this new situation. Finally, a sly look came over her face as she committed herself to do something that she had never done before. Addressing the man as if he could hear her, she spoke, her voice was a purr.
"Don't worry. I'll be your muse today."
Maia stood in front of the man, and then she started to run her purple and white paws up and down her torso. They stopped at the neck of her black buttoned shirt, and her fingers proceeded to work, slowly, unbuttoning each button in order, letting the sun shine freely upon her lilac cotton bra, and the white fur upon her chest. She slid her shoulders out of the shirt and let it float down to the grass. Next, while swaying her hips, she unbuckled the leather belt encircling her waist and slid it out of the belt loops in her jeans. Soft, striped arms wrapped around her torso, hugging her covered breasts, then her paws moved downwards, across her silky stomach, stopping to unbutton her jeans, and grab the zipper pull for her fly.
More urgently, her paws pulled down, and opened her jeans, showing the man the top of her black and white striped underwear. Getting more into the mood, Maia pulled her jeans down to her ankles, now showing off her finely toned, purple and white striped, furred legs. She stepped out of her jeans and kicked them aside.
Now, as she stood in front of this man, wearing only her bra and panties, Maia decided to start talking to the man, as if he were her lover. She decided that she would get the most out of this moment. As she hooked her paws into the waistband of her panties, she whispered to him, as if she were standing in a bedroom, and he was the one she wanted, lying on the bed.
"Never seen anything like this, have you?" She asked him, "Does it turn you on, seeing me here, in front of you... barely dressed... wanting to... umm... feel you inside of me?" She blushed at the words.
The man made no reply.
"Oh, come on! At least made some kind of sound so that I can pretend you're listening to me..." Maia shivered, starting to feel suddenly vulnerable, standing in the middle of the park in her underwear. "Or do I... Do I have to take it all off?" She tugged suggestively at the waistband of her panties.
The man continued to frown at his notebook.
"Fine, whatever. You asked for it, buddy!" Maia growled. She started to sway her hips in a simple rhythm, sliding her paws up to the front of her lilac bra, hesitating at the closure in front before unhooking it. She held both sides of the bra and slowly pulled them away from her white furred breasts, her nipples were erect. She blushed again as she slid the bra off of her shoulders and dropped it to the ground. Keeping her paws on her torso, she brushed them against her nipples, taking them in between her thumb and forefingers, tugging and rubbing in gentle circles. A puff of breath now escaped her lips and she lingered at her breasts, slowly stroking them, before running her paws down to the crotch of her striped panties, now very wet with her own excitement.
Several times she tried to work up the nerve to pull down her panties while looking at this man, but she found that despite being invisible, she was still very afraid of being completely naked in public.
"What are you so afraid of?" She asked herself, "There's not one single person around here that can see you. So, go on and strip!" She sighed. "C'mon, if you don't do this now, you're going to regret it. Besides, you're trying to inspire this man with your own bravery... So go and finish what you started."
One last time, she hooked her paws into the sides of her panties and shut her eyes. In one quick move, she yanked her panties down and left them in a pile around her ankles. Opening her eyes, she found herself trembling. Here she was, completely exposed to the world. If there was anyone who could see her, they would now be fully versed in her physiology. She had nothing more to hide. Despite her fear, Maia felt herself getting hot, and when she placed a paw briefly between her legs before bringing it up to look at, it was soaked with her fluids.
Stepping out of the last of her clothes, Maia walked over to the man and licked her lips. "You know what? I really don't care if you can't hear or see me, You know why?" She didn't wait for an answer, "Because I don't need you." She jeered. "Hell, I bet my own two paws can make me much happier than whatever you're carrying around." She stood behind him and softly rubbed her crotch. Slowly, gently, she slid her right paw inside of her, and tilted her head back, grinning.
"Mmmph, that is such a release... Ahhh, I need to finish this, or else I'm going to stain my fur." Maia slid the two first fingers of her paw in and out of her pussy, arching her back, rubbing faster, harder, circling around her clit with a new fervor.
"Rrrgh, ahhh, hmmm, hahh..." her soft moanings grew louder, and her body rocked back and forth with each thrust of her paws. Finally, she could feel it rising deep inside her. A climax on it's way, promising release.
Maia found that at that moment, she didn't really care if anyone was watching or not, the only thing that she wanted was to bring herself to orgasm, to be released, to feel what it felt like to finally be satisfied. Without being prepared, she arrived at her destination. As she came, she let out a yowl that echoed across park, through the trees, carried by the wind to every place in the city.
And she didn't care.
Fluids ran freely down her furred legs, coated her paws. Maia panted. Her body shuddered. The man looked at his notebook in surprise. A few drops of her wetness had landed on the notebook's open page. The man frowned and the looked up at the sky.
"And now it's going to rain too? Just what I need."
Maia was slowly coming down from her bliss, and she turned to the man with a dazed look on her face. "No, buddy," She told him, "I'll tell you exactly what you need." In one quick motion she swatted the notebook out of his lap and sent it flying across the grass. "Some goddamn imagination."