Page 41 of For Life

Any one could walk a pet on a leash. Not everyone got to keep the pet after the play party.

Primal kitten play wasn’t the focus of the event, it was an all pet-play night. There were cats, pups, foxes, and more of every gender and size. Every pet was on their knees taking treats from those above them or chasing the other pets and rolling around with yips and growls. It was cute and sweet, but not our style.

Crouching down, I put my hand on the leash clip. “Are you ready for this, tiger?”

Their reaction was a mix of human and feline, chuffing and rubbing on me while tilting their head to allow the leash to come off. Standing, I rolled the leash up and stuffed it in a back pocket. This time, I’d been smart enough to leave my wallet and phone in a locker. It was game on.

“You better run, kitten…”

Ant blinked out of their daze and took off to hide, their tail poking out between their athletic shorts and tank top. We both wanted me to rip their clothes off, so Ant had foregone the usual style of only a jock and harness. Even without all the skin bared, the sight of their curved tail racing away turned me on. Wanting to breed my feral cat, I counted to twenty, and then…

I hunted.

Ant was harder to find with the furniture moved around and so many pets underfoot. I caught sight of so many tails, but none of them were the striped black and orange one that I loved. We hadn’t said those three little words to each other yet, because it felt too soon, but I’d thought them a hell of a lot.

Finally, I caught them trying to hide behind a cage with two pups inside who were barking incessantly at the new cat. Cornering my kitten wasn’t as fun as chasing them, but I still tried to grab for Ant’s leg. They weren’t done being chased either though.

“You bit me,” I pulled my hand back as they scurried out of their corner.

The pet handler of the two caged pups chuckled and spurred me on, “Go get ‘em!”

Ant tried to get back out of the play room, but I tackled them beside the occupied bed. Using my full weight to pin them, Ant yowled and scratched at the floor. The whole room was about to get an earful and a show.

“You’re just a cat that bites the hand that feeds, hmm?” I tore their shorts and tank top off their body, going for their tail next as I teased it in and out, “until stuffed full of Daddy’s cum?”

Ant purred and I growled, pushing into their tight hole within minutes. We didn’t speak again, me rutting and my tiger rising to meet each thrust. I pegged their prostate and felt them tighten impossibly around me. Just the way they liked, I bit hard into their shoulder as I bred them, adding to the marks and bruises already there. Ant was mine to claim.

“I,” Ant panted before I’d left their body, “ti voglio ben’assai.”

“What does that mean, kitten?”

Easing us onto our sides, someone on the bed handed me a blanket and I tucked it around Ant who turned to face me. I groaned at the loss but Ant looked so serious, I worried that I’d hurt them and took off their mask. Ant still didn’t answer me.

“Are you alright?”

“It means,” Ant swallowed hard but didn’t look away, “I love you so much.”

My smile couldn’t be contained as I pulled them into me, “I love you so much.”

“Really?” Ant looked concerned when I pulled back to see them, “it’s not too soon or too much?”

“Nothing is too soon if it feels right and doesn’t hurt anyone. And, if you didn’t already know, I want to spend every moment with you,” I told them matter-of-factly with a boop to their nose. If they were all in, I’d go all in too. “Do you want to move in with me?”

It took a few seconds for my impulsive question to process in Ant’s post orgasmic mind, but when it did they pounced on me with kisses and, “yes, yes, yes! Please, Daddy?”

“Then it’s settled,” my grin was hurting my cheeks by then, but I didn’t care, “you’re moving to my side of town. As soon as we can convince our friends to help you pack and use their cars.”

Ant sat up with their legs straddling my lap and the mischievous smirk I loved so much. “You’re stuck with me, Daddy.”

“Oh yeah, for how long?”

“It’s a life sentence, I think.”

“For life, then, my little tiger,” I held out my pinkie, “It’s a promise.”

The love of my life linked their pinkie with mine.

“For life.”

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