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“You know, some days I like to pretend to be a cat,” Ayda said. She glanced away. “Farai and Tano… it’s a sex thing.”
SecUnit had asked about the barn cats they had seen on their trip to the planet and Ayda had eagerly explained the ecological and social niche they played in the farm environment. That had led to cats in general and to Ayda’s demonstration of her inability to filter her thoughts around SecUnit. She knew better than to bring sex up.
But SecUnit sounded interested and not mortified. “Why do you like it?”
“It helps me calm my anxiety. I don’t have to think to be a good cat. My partners take care of me and I don’t have to worry about anything more complicated than whose glass I knock over.”
“Do you… want to do that now? With me?”
Ayda turned around to stare at its drone. “If you would like.” She couldn’t tell it how much she really wanted that. It didn’t need her to pressure it.
The drone bobbled. “I want to see you as a cat.”
“I’ll be back in a moment.” Ayda stood and hurried to her bedroom, heart pounding. A drone followed her. The box under her bed was in its usual place where the kids would ignore it.
She stripped nearly mechanically, took out the box and opened it. First was the tail plug. One pump of the lube in her bedside table and a few minutes later, she gently pushed the plug in. It wasn’t the largest she owned but it was comfortable to wear for hours at a time. The fluffy tail attached to the base was a light brown to match her hair and it was perfectly proportioned to match her measurements. She had a matching vaginal plug but she left that out for now. SecUnit could decide if it wanted her to wear it.
Ayda got her ears out next. They were a dark brown the same color as her skin with light brown inside and sewn onto a comfortable fabric band. Once they were settled in the right spot, she quickly teased her hair to cover the band. SecUnit might never notice if she didn’t hide the band and it certainly wouldn’t judge. But Ayda wanted to be perfect for it. And good kittens were born with their ears, she didn’t want it to see hers were fakes.
Next she lifted the costume itself out of the box. The bra was first then the panties. She had to be careful with the panties and feed her tail through its special hole just like a real catgirl would.
Both bra and panties were soft and printed with a mottled brown pattern, as were the fingerless gloves, kneepads and socks she added next to give her paws and toe beans. Ayda was a small and fluffy tabby cat.
Finally, she brought out her collar. Her day collar was a thin gold chain to replace the silver one GrayChris had torn off her. But this was a proper cat collar. A soft blue with gold fittings: an attachment for a leash and a small tag shaped like a paw print and engraved with “If lost, return to Farai and Tano” on one side and “My name is Ayda” on the other.
The note was unnecessary. She was only suited to be a house cat. She didn’t need to go outside when her owners would pamper her and feed her and spoil her.
But she had been stolen once and now her owners wanted her tagged. They’d taken her to the vet after to get her a microchip with the same information. (It wasn't a microchip like the farm animals got. It was a Corporate standard identity chip which labeled her as Ayda Mensah, citizen of the Preservation Alliance. But she was taken to a friend, a real vet who enjoyed keeping human-size vet equipment around for kinky purposes, and her partners had treated it exactly as if she was a precious cat going for a microchip. They’d even drugged her just enough to make her calmer and took her in a cage.)
So Ayda had a collar which labeled her as a good kitty. She clipped the leash to her collar and held the end up to the drone until it took it. And with that she was ready. She left the box with the rest out, in case SecUnit wanted her in catspace for a long time or wanted her to eat or drink, but she fell to her hands and knees to crawl back.
The drone didn’t tug her forward very hard but it led her halfway down the hall before it passed her off to SecUnit itself.
[What do you want?] it asked.
She smiled at it and flopped back on the floor so it could see her belly. [Take my leash off first.]
It hesitated. Then it bent and unclipped the leash. [What else?]
[Play with me,] Ayda answered. [Like you did with the barn cats.] She curled her paws to her belly and let her tongue loll.
A drone floated over her and she batted at it with her front paws. It circled away before coming back from a different angle. She batted harder, sending it slightly off track. Before it could react, she rolled over and started to stalk it. It wouldn’t get away from her!
She waited and followed it carefully until she could pounce onto it. It wriggled under her paws before it went limp. A dead drone would be the perfect present for SecUnit. She picked it up using her mouth and padded back to SecUnit.
It looked at her when the dead drone dropped on its lap. “Good cat. You hunt well.”
Ayda meowed and rubbed her head against its leg.
“Do you want more hunting?”
Ayda meowed a no. She liked to hunt but she had won and she wanted to bask in her victory.
With a hesitant pause it asked, “Do you want. Uh. Scritches? On your belly?”
She rolled over again immediately and purred. It had easy access to her soft tummy.
It patted her once gently. “You’re soft.”
It had rescued her when she was skin and bones and nutrient deprived. It had brought her back to her owners. SecUnit knew.
She arched her back to push up against its hand and purred louder.
It took the hint and scratched her belly, fingers softly digging into her skin and massaging her. She needed it.
She didn’t know how long she lay there with it scratching her belly. Just that it was so good at it and it made her feel blissful.
Its other hand snuck down to her panties at some point. It tapped just over her crotch and she purred louder, giving it her permission. It didn’t remove her panties, just pushed the crotch to the side and slipped a finger in there. Another two fingers soon followed.
It felt perfect. She purred, not able to explain how much she needed it to continue. One hand fucking her. The other scratching her belly.
It didn’t let up until she came for it. Then it slid its fingers out of her pussy and moved them to her mouth. “Lick your treat.”
She did. Its fingers were big but not too big for her mouth. And it moved from her stomach to her head, running its fingers through her fur. It was a shame she couldn’t curl into it any more than she had.
She yawned around SecUnit’s fingers.
It pulled its fingers out of her mouth and she mewled. “Give them back!”
“You need rest. Cats sleep 20 hours a day and you’re falling asleep. Can you sleep in this?”
“Yes.” Ayda glared but let it pick her up. It laid her on her bed and moved the box off.
“Do you want me to stay?”
“Please.”
It sat down next to her and worked its fingers through her coils to her scalp. “I’ll pet your head until you sleep. You make a good cat.”