Deposit for Nanita
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Nanita awakened as dusty beams of sunlight crept between the boards of the barn wall. It was a calm and bright late-morning outside the old farm building that the cat always slept in, missing the early chores that her owners bother themselves with on a daily basis.
The Burson's hay bailer could be heard rumbling in the field to the south, so it was obvious to Nani where most of them were. She let out a wide and tiresome yawn before rolling out of her bed of burlap sacks and scattered hay, hidden between the barn wall and a tall stack of hay bails. She stretched out her long white legs of fur, shaking out the stalks of dirty hay that clung to it.
Nanita was a lavicat, a large feline species well-known for their gentle nature, adaptability as pets, and strikingly similar body structure to that of a human's. Although they appear as human-cat mixes, they are no larger than a cougar but slightly smarter than chimps, capable of reasoning and communication if they focus hard enough. However, their short attention spans and raging hormones cause them to remain feral most of the time. People will tend to adopt them more for catching field pests than for conversationalists.
Originally a stray kitten, Nani was found by the Burson's nine year old daughter, Laurine, while she was romping through the hay fields hunting for rodents. Laurine convinced her parents to keep the kitten in exchange that Nani would keep pests out of the barn and stay out of the house. Nani has done her job well and did her best to keep out of the father's hair since, a stern and stubborn old farmer, and slowing gaining the kind trust as a pet to Laurine's parents and siblings.
This was her third summer on the Burson farm. They guess that she is around four years old now and is nearly an adult lavicat, shown by her feminine curves and new frisky behavior. On all fours: which is the way she always walked, she is a little larger than a german shepard. Her fur was almost white patched with brown and black imperfections, most noticeably the mask painted across her yellow feline eyes and cheeks.
Her tall brown ears twitch and monitor the sounds outside the barn, hoping to hear a chipmunk or mouse rummage through the fresh summer foliage next to the pathway. Instead, she notices something else. The hay bailer had been stopped for some time and she could hear footsteps walking closer to the barn. With curious ambition, she squats onto her long and powerful legs, shaking her haunches for a moment, and leaps upward onto the tallest pile of hay bails, then pads over to a wide opening in the wall of the barn where a board used to be and peeks outside. There, she saw the father Burson and the oldest son of 20 years, Thomas, walking along side the barn, mumbling gossip about the neighbors and the new highway that runs along the southern border of the property. Nani could only pick up certain words, mostly names, so she can only understand vague ideas of what they were talking about. She sat down onto the hay bail beneath her and continued to watch them walk towards the house. Once they had stepped inside, she was hit by a rage of curiosity. Nani turned around to bolt off the pile of hay, through the parted barn door, breaking into the sunlight, scampering down the forest path, past the rotten shed, and towards the field to see what happened to the bailer.
When she got there, she was disappointed with the sight. It was the same old hay bailer broken in the same old field she was used to, and no one was around. Nani sighed and rolled around in the flattened path of hay the heavy equipment made before tampering with the feed belt using her crude lavicat paws, as if trying to magically fix the machine.
She soon gave up, deciding to use this time better by climbing up onto the iron machine, lay on her side, and absorb the warm rays of the noonday sun. Her head tilted back to watch the cars and trucks fly down the interstate highway south of the field, far enough away that you could barely hear the engines burning. She had always been curious about the highway, but her owners were always strict about her getting near it, fearing she'd turn into one large greasy spot on the pavement.
After a few blissful minutes of roasting in the warm rays, Nani hears someone approach from the path and turns to see who it was. It was Thomas, returning with a toolbox. He has lived on the farm all his life and looks just like his father; skinny, large jawed, blonde hair, well-tanned skin from farm work, and even similar attire. It was rare to see him wear something else besides a pair of blue jeans and an untucked plaid shirt. Nani sometimes confused the two, but both of them never really paid much attention to her, so she simply smiled and flicked her tail as he arrived.
Thomas nodded back to her as he wide-stepped over the field-crop, "Hey cat" he simply greeted to her before kneeling next to the bailer, looking into an open latch as if trying to figure out what it was he needed to replace. "Piece of shit, we need to get a new one," he says to himself. He puts his hand inside and moves something around. His other hand grabbed a flashlight from the red toolbox and shined it inside, all while Nani peeked over the edge, curiously watching him.
As Thomas worked on the hay bailer, Nani was slowly crawling her way off the machine, inching closer so that she could peer into the open latch he stuck his hand into, trying to figure out what he was doing. He knew what she was up to and was slightly bothered by it, but did not reframe her from doing so. His head turns to glance at her, the human eyes matching with the feral's. She then turned her head to look into the latch and sniffed at his arm curiously as Thomas grew a slight grin on his face, springing with an ideal he wished he'd thought of sooner.
"Nani?" he asks down to her. The tall brown ears stand at attention to the muttering of her name and she sits up in front of him, giving him a look of inquiry. "Can you help me out?" he starts off, knowing that the sentence was too complex for her. "Get a hammer from the shed," he says with slow and careful pronunciation, giving the nouns highlight with his voice as he looks directly at her, then pointing over to the path that leads to the old shed . She looks back at him for a moment, then looking over towards the path and nodding with acknowledgment. "Shed... hamma" she quietly mumbles before scampering off towards the path leading to the worn out building.
After a few seconds on the forest path, she turns to the right onto a smaller and less obvious path between shrubs and sumac trees, leading straight to the old shed. It was an antique of a building that was considered poorly built even when it was new fifty or sixty years ago. Half the roof was gone, most of the wood was rotten, and it was only big enough to hold a small car if you torn off one of the leaning walls.
Nanita pads through the door-less entryway and onto the dirt-covered concrete floor. Against the far wall was a crude table covered with dust and leaves which Nani uses to place her forepaws on, leaning onto it and waving her lifted tail side to side as she looked through the assortment of old rusty tools hanging from the wall, looking for the one that best resembled a hammer.
Before she could find one, she hears someone approaching from behind. Her focus on finding a hammer had helped Thomas sneak up behind her undetected until it was too late. The sight of her leaning on the table, weaving her small white rear left and right, catching a glimpse at the pink between her thighs underneath her lifted tail had sent Thomas into a sexual frenzy, especially since he was still sexual deprived from before. His hands quickly and firmly grabbed onto Nani's hips, and then uses his weight to press her against the table. Nani was shocked at first, letting out a quick hiss in surprise as the hairs on her back and neck rose, but she did not struggle against him once she realized it was Thomas. The worried look in her eyes expressed that she thought that she may have done something wrong to upset her owner, unaware of his intentions.
Thomas let out a satisfying sigh to his catch, gently groping her white hips before his hand slips down against the soft fur of her groin, fingers sliding the smooth front tip of her bare and exposed vagina, "Heh, forget the hammer, you're all I need now." Nani's lithe body jerked in reaction to his touches, her abs and groin twitch as she mews in confusion and slight fear. She has never been touched this way before and was unsure if she liked it or not.
"Stand still like a good cat," Thomas says quietly into her ear as his other hand slips back between her rear and his crotch, unfastening his belt. He was already hard underneath his jeans and he could hardly wait to get out of them. He pushes down on both his jeans and striped boxers at the same time, causing his member to fall out and press against one of the white cheeks of Nani's rear. She didn't know what it was that poked her, but its warmth and size made her both curious and aroused with confusing reasons, obeying her owner by keeping herself still and bent over the table just as Thomas implied with his body. He then takes his cock into his hand and positions himself properly over her. The next thing she would feel is something warm pushing against her precious piss slit until a sharp pain from it slipping inside caused her to hiss and jerk beneath her owner.
Thomas's arm kept her well pressed against the table, the feel of his cock intruding this young tight cat was too good and he would not allow anything to interrupt the moment. Nani beneath him clawed at the table she was bent over and closed her eyes, panting in both fear and ecstasy, while behind her Thomas began to slowly rock his hips, sliding his protruding member back and forth between the tight feline walls. The pleasure was surging his loins, it was unlike anything he's ever had before.
Nanita tried just about anything she could think of to get away before she gave into her instincts. Her legs tensed up and feet clawed against the dirt covered floor next to Thomas' boots. She could feel her hindquarters become incredibly hot as the intruding length forced its way between her walls down there. The rod was burning warmly inside her, and it was amazingly pleasurable, and she soon found herself purring with a wide open mouth, emitting cat-like moans and grunts with an arched neck. Her body rocked with the movements behind her, sliding her body and small feline breasts back and forth against the wooden table.
Just as she was really getting into the sex, she suddenly felt Thomas put his hand onto the top of her head and pulled his throbbing flesh out from behind her. Before she could turn around to see what he was doing, his hand pushed her head down onto the table very firmly and kept it there forcibly, her right cheek pressing painfully into the wooden boards. She groaned out in both pain and confusion, wondering why the wonderful feelings had to stop, until she saw Thomas come around to face her. Her eyes flared in bewilderment as they laid sight onto the very flesh that fucked her from behind, bobbing just inches from her face. Before she could study it, which she heavily desired to do since it was the first one she's ever seen, Thomas pushed the tip of his wet rod against her lips.
Fearful and tense, she keeps her teeth clenched and feels the cock slip into her lips, slide up her teeth, and forcibly insert itself between her cheek and hind teeth. She moaned out in both confusion and delight, just as Thomas' red face let out a loud moan. He suddenly feel years of sexual frustration unclog itself and drain into the feline's cavity.
Nani gasped in surprise as she felt the cock in her cheek deposit a warm and thick liquid onto her teeth in throbbing pulses. It was so thick that it did not leak between her clenched teeth and soon felt her cheek becoming full of the strange cream that seeped from Thomas' warm bulb. He moaned loudly above her as he felt his orgasm coming to an end. His hand on Nani's head released its firm grip and scratched behind her ear, "Oh.. good kittie."
She immediately perked her ears at the confirmation she recognized. Just as Thomas slowly slid his cum covered cock from her cheek, she misunderstood the stuff in her cheek as a reward. She watched him put his member away just as she lifted her head and slowly opened her jaw, letting the thick cream seep into her mouth and onto her tongue. The taste, to her, was unusual and intriguing, but she felt that it was indeed rewarding and slowly swallowed it down with satisfaction.
Thomas chuckled at her and made his way out of the shed as soon as he was done putting on his clothes. Nani watched him walk his way down the path until the foliage blocked her view. She couldn't get her feral mind off the unforgettable event that happened just moments ago. She wondered if it would ever happen again, and what she should do for that reward in the future. The back of her paw wiped her lips clean as her eyes browsed the wall of the shed, spotting an old rusty hammer hanging painfully in sight.
My first story. I hope you had as much fun reading it as I did writing it. I might write a sequel to this, but its doubtful. Depends how much people liked the this one.