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Beanies sat there, unmoving, barely blinking, for 20 minutes now. An empty sheet of paper laid rest in front of him, his favorite KittySilly☆ pen held firm in his hand. The gleeful, fun days of brain storming never failed to get things back on track.
But today, there is nothing. His Musikat stopped playing long ago, napping on the desk due to idleness.
Silence, deafening, choking silence surrounds him. The paper slowly fades into a gloomy mess, making way for memories of days long gone show themselves. That known tug in his heart pains him again. People he once knew, places never met, dreams never meant to be... and worst of all, everything he once was. He who could be so much, the man who-
A tug on his leg pulls him to the present. He looks down to find Stacy n°434 looking back at him, with its precious round eyes.
"Ah! Stacy 434, you always know when daddy needs you, don't you?" He leaves the pen and reaches down to it: a blank slate Stacy, made to experiment with unique concoctions for precise results. It allows itself to be grabbed and purrs softy on his lap. "What would I ever do without you?" Beanies takes off his gloves and caress her, her soft fur meeting his hands in a welcoming serenity. "Daddys loves you, you silly girl!" Her purring swells his heart with joy.
His hand travels from the head to the base of its tail in a rhythmic motion, perfected by years of practice. His smile slowly fades as he looks at his favorite kitty.
"You're all that's left, aren't you?" It only purrs in response. His hand now continues to its tail, following right up at the top... and then stops. Stacy looks at him expectantly and he can only stare back. His heart melts at her gaze, her lovingly round eyes reminding him the pleasures of life.
He picks Stacy up, using both hands to raise her in a comfortable manner. Then, in calm movements, his face buries into her exposed chest. The warm softness envelops him, washing all those memories away. Stacy, confused, doesn't react. Encouraged, Beanies lightly rubs his face on her to better feel the fur, his nose and lips touching and kissing her many nipples... the intoxicating aroma of his kitty wakes something in him. Stacy, now uncomfortable, starts to scratch at his head, trying to leave his, now firm, grasp. The sracthes and warm tickle of blood only excites him.
"Don't be feisty now~" when the doctor raises his beloved a little more to get better access to her feline bits, he grasps the skin on the back of her head so she doesn't interrupt him. Now subdued, she can only hiss as his tongue starts to taste her.
It starts at her chest, dancing around her delicious kitty nipples. Fondling them, messing fur with saliva in an erotic dance. Then it travels down, nibbling and feeling the muscles down to her paws. He admires them, a fleeting melancholy at the fact he can't touch them. It is quickly left aside as his lips kiss her beans in a hungrily sloppy kiss. The taste of her paws invites him to lean into it, to the point of engulfing the whole paw inside his hungry maw. He suckle her toes, moaning and slurping while exploring each crevice and bean with savage abandon. Satisfied, he let it go. A stream of saliva stubbornly sticks onto his lip and her paw, but not for long, as his face quickly dives into her inner thigh. Stacy smells so good down here! She must clean herself so thoroughly every single day~
His teeth caress the tender flesh, lips lost in the softness of her body. Mindlessly he slabbers on, eyes closed in depraved focus as Stacy only watches in mute despair. He goes down slowly, only noticing the positioning when his tongue meets a moist, warm fold.
He pulls back, panting. Once again looking at his beloved kitty. She is silent, staring at him, dreadful hate swimming under those feline eyes. In a fast flow, he lets go of her neck and violently places her on the desk. She immediately trashes around and screams in protest, just for Beanies to desperately immobilize her.
The ruckus awakes Musikat, who goes to the border of the desk and intently watches the events unfold.
Stacy violently screams and hiss, scratching at him with all her might to keep him away. But Beanies doesn't flinch, the wounds and bleeding only feeding into his frenzy. With a quick zip of his pants, his cock finally reveals itself, It throbs and leaks in desperate need for love. With bloody hands and arms, the man holds Stacy still. Looking her in the eye, while she sinks her teeth deep into his arm, he forces himself into her in a brutish, satisfying, thrust. Stacy howls, an agony which shivers the spine of every cat in the laboratory... Beanies only grins in brief relief, lost in her eyes.
Her tight walls press against his dick, a moist embrace which provoke more and more leaking and twitching inside. Without skipping a beat, he starts hammering into her. An erotic *plap* accompanying each violent thrust as Stacy won't stop howling and screaming in harrowing pain. Her kitty vagina too petite to properly accommodate his girth and size, it scrambles her intestines! Her claws sink deep into his flesh, begging respite, while her back legs ruin his coat out of despair.
Beanies doesn't break the gaze, his lustful visage dizzy with pleasure. Their juices combined produces a delicious and repetitive squish, a sound so addictive his hips only fastens against her vulnerable slit. "Stacy... stacy... stacy..." he moans on and on, the happiest man alive.
The kitty, however, stops screaming as the pain slowly fades away. Everything loses its meaning as the drunken visage of its agressor fades, and the sounds of lust subsides.
A pressure builds up in Beanies loins, he archs his back onto Stacy to better smell her, to better feel her warmth. Legs trembling, he holds her limp paw as the desk starts creaking, he french kisses his beloved to taste her unresponsive spiky tongue. Musikat goes under the table, awry of the erratic movements. His heart drums, with a final, deep thrust, the pression releases and all his warm and precious love flow into her.
"STAAAACYYY!" He screams, pulling her head into his for an awkward embrace as his balls twitch, emptying themselves with breeding intent. The orgasm is blissful, fulfilling, his legs weaken and mind dizzies. Saliva flees onto the kitty's face, which he kisses once, twice, thrice now.
After a few moments, the overwhelming glow subsides. His dick retracts out of it, allowing a considerable ammount of spunk to leak out of the unmoving kitten. It leaks onto the table, and trickles down to the ground. Musikat goes near it, sniffing its creator seed and giving it a little taste.
Doctor Beanies let it go, still panting from all the exhilarating action he just went through. He looks at the mess he made and can't help but smile... this has been the best he has ever felt in years!