Everyday Life With Bubbles!

By James Milne

A young neko woman is interested only in getting her fish. Rest of the world... Doesn't care.

• Language: English
• Publisher: James Milne
• Release date: Apr 14, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215066973

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Everyday Life With Bubbles!

James Milne

2023-06-17

Everyday Life With Bubbles!

Everyday Life With Bubbles!

The catgirl wants fish!

The catgirl gets furrowed!

The catgirl sings!

The catgirl gets a new dress!

The catgirl and the thief!

The catgirl goes to the doctor!

The catgirl celebrates a winter festival!

The catgirl stumbles on a new invention.

The Catgirl Cafe

Bubbles and Sana

The catgirl goes hiking!

The catgirl gets her harem back!

The catgirl discovers a new bond!

The catgirl’s wedding!

The catgirl’s tantrum

The catgirl follows the bunny!

The catgirl takes Fanhalla!

The catgirl writes a letter!

The catgirl wants her fish back!

The catgirl…?

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Everyday Life With Bubbles!

Copyright (c) 2022 James Milne.

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Everyday Life With Bubbles!

Author’s note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

The catgirl wants fish!

Bubbles was standing in line for the best fish seller in the entire capital city. She wasn’t the only neko, not even close to it, even though the merchant hadn’t had a chance to skin or gut any of them yet.

A white salamander was at the front of the line, their grumpiness making everyone give them a wide berth.

Bubbles tried to recount the fistful of silver she was tightly clutching, glaring around at the other catgirls who might try and pinch it. She wasn’t very good at counting money, but it was important.

The best fish here, was two gold each. That was well outside what Bubbles could ever really hope to afford. But the midfish only cost an exorbitant amount of silver, about nine pieces each.

Bubbles struggled with the tiles versus coins aspect of coinage. Tiles were worth more, but she was never quite sure about the exchange rate. She had one tile, and six coins. She was hoping that was enough for a midfish, but she really just couldn’t remember.

I like this one, too.

The catgirl flicked her eyes over to the new arrival, squealed and ran. It was a tall neko, with long flowing black hair and silver catgirl ears. But what Bubbles instantly recognised were the eyes.

Most nekos were born with golden eyes, marking out their magical ability. Halfborns sometimes had eyes from their mongrel breeding. Bubbles’ own eyes were closer to a pale yellow than gold. However, there was only one neko with red eyes.

The fucking empress who had eaten the heart of a motherfucking demon and stolen its soul.

Bubbles tail dropped between her legs as she sprinted into the closest alley, and she heard a distant tinkling on the ground. She leaned against a wall and frantically counted her coins again.

She moaned as she realised she’d dropped the tile. No way she’d afford a midfish now. The silver would be long gone by the time she got back to it, and there was no way in the void she was going to try before the empress was gone.

She stuffed her coins into her bra, and slid down the wall to sit and pout.

To the people of this city, Bubbles was a street kitty. It wasn’t a term of endearment. She was a neko who couldn’t afford a place to live, or chose not to live indoors. Someone who probably worked for one of the street gangs, or begged, or stole, or all three.

Bubbles wasn’t really sure how she felt about the title. She did know that it sucked, because now she couldn’t afford her fish, which had been going to be her highlight for the day, so now she was trying not to cry.

Trying, and not succeeding.

One of the other nekos at the stall had smelled like they were in heat, which was probably why she was feeling so emotional and not just quiet and glum. Nekos tended to sync their cycles, which probably meant that Bubbles was going to be horny as fuck by the end of the day.

It was rude to go out in public when in heat, because it caused crap like this. However, it wasn’t like Bubbles hadn’t done it once or twice. Either because she hadn’t realised, or because she was on the prowl.

However, Bubbles didn’t tend to go into heat regularly.

She was old enough, however she was a virgin. She hadn’t chosen a master, and she wanted her first time to be with the person she never wanted to ever leave.

She’d tried prowling for males, but it didn’t work out that well for her. As a street kitty, it wasn’t like she was anyone’s first choice. Which meant she’d met a lot of jerks.

She wasn’t interested in someone who just wanted to use her as tilled soil.

Bubbles sniffled, thinking about the fish she wanted, and now couldn’t have. Even the midfish was better than most others. She could maybe afford one crappy secondfish from one of the other stallholders, but that wasn’t what she wanted.

She wanted his midfish.

She rolled her jaw stubbornly. She didn’t really like stealing. Most nekos were good at it, because they could use their magic to disappear, or they could outsprint a horse.

She was too clumsy to run, and too dumb to use her magic properly. Being caught stealing by the guards had taught her that she was a terrible thief.

Also, she did not have a spanking fetish. Not even a little.

She winced, remembering how she’d been left unable to sit down for a week last time. The guards went easy on her, by not tossing her in a prison cell, but they certainly left their reminder behind.

She didn’t have the silver for midfish. She didn’t have the skill to steal midfish. She wanted her fucking midfish.

That really only left Bubbles with one choice.

Convince someone else to help her pull off a heist.

Her tummy was beyond grumbling by the time the jerk she was waiting for finally turned up for his shift at the restaurant.

Bubbles didn’t have a lot of friends, and there was no one she could hire to help her filch her midfish. Which meant she had to deal with one of the jerks who always tried to get inside her pants.

He was fun, when he wasn’t trying to convince her to give up her cherry to him.

She liked drinking with him, and playing games in the street with him. They’d scammed a few people together when they were young and reckless, after Bubbles had got her hands on some loaded dice.

After the guards had beaten them for that, Jackie had the dice turned into earrings for her. She kept them safe in her little alcove above the baker’s shop, where she slept, with the rest of her treasures.

He paused as he was walking by her, tying his apron around his waist, Eh… Bubbles? Don’t usually see you here, this early, kit. What’s up?

Call her a kit, again.

He shrugged, Well, you’re in a bad mood, and I’m running late. I’ll talk to you later, sexy.

Wait! Bubbles said and pawed at one of her ears and sighed. She… She needs a favour. She… Wants something.

The human’s brown eyes lit up, and he smirked, Oh? This sounds fun.

She’s not fucking you. Bubbles glared and sighed. She took one quick look around the room and then whispered, There’s something she needs stolen. She can’t afford it.

Jackie sat down beside her at the table, grinning, Well, things just got exciting. What do you want, sexy?

Fish. Specifically, Rogar’s midfish. She whispered nervously.

He drummed his fingers on the tabletop, Ah. Yeah, that shit’s expensive. But he does always have a ton of street cats lining up to buy even his leftovers.

That’s secondfish. She wants midfish. Bubbles correct him with irritation. Stupid human unable to tell the difference between leftovers and mid-quality product.

Jackie shrugged, Sure. Uh… I’m a bit busy, as much fun as it sounds. I really need to work, today. Flat broke. But there is someone I know who might make a deal with you, but you won’t like it.

She wants it. Bubbles moaned desperately, sticking out her bottom lip.

He nodded and patted her head, I hear you, Bub. I hear you… Anyways, Veronique would be up for it, I think.

She hissed at him for touching her head, for treating her like he owned her. Yet, that was the way he always treated her. It was annoying as crap, but he was still a decent enough friend so she tolerated it. Barely.

Bubbles then processed what he had said and muttered slowly, Veronique? You mean… Oh, gods. He doesn’t mean Veron, does he?

Oh, he does. Jackie chuckled and stood up, She’s hanging out down the Quarter, or has been most mornings. But not a lot of clients. She’ll probably ask for something in kind, though.

Veron wants to fuck her almost as bad as the Jackie does! Bubbles moaned loudly, ears going flat, Damn crossdresser is going to at least demand a blowjob.

Jackie shrugged, Ever given one?

You know fucking well that Bubbles hasn’t even kissed anyone because you’re all jerks. She stuck her nose in the air.

The human was unconcerned, Remain untouched, or get your fish, sexy. I need to get to the kitchen. Love you, Bub.

Fuck you. She muttered angrily as he moved away.

The catgirl sat there for a minute, strongly considering going back to her alcove and sulking for the rest of the day. If anyone could sulk and refuse to do something, it was a neko.

The bakery would just be throwing out the loaves from the day before, and the owner generally tossed a piece of sugarloaf up to her if he could spare it.

She could suck on that and cry as she mourned the fish she wouldn’t be eating because she was a klutz and the empress was fucking scary.

Bubbles slammed a hand on the table in irritation and walked out of the tavern.

The Quarter, as it was locally called, was not quite the seediest part of the city, but it certainly wasn’t anywhere you went without knowing how to deal with a cutpurse.

There were more whorehouses than houses, and more gang enforcers than there were guards. You were stepping into a place that had its own laws, and its own ever-shifting borders between the faceless corruptions that enforced them.

Bubbles walked with her tail uncomfortably curled in so tight it was rubbing on her girl bits. Her ears were constantly on the swivel, and she was counting the coins pressed into her bra. The thieves here were good.

Hey, kitty, looking for a good time? An elf, with a face like a tauran sat on it, approached her, putting a hand to her elbow. Bubbles pulled away with an angry hiss.

She hated the Quarter. Way too many whores, with way too low standards. But… Everyone just wants to put something in their stomach.

She spotted Veron easily enough.

The guy had used to corner her in the tavern, most nights. He’d even walked in on her in the lady’s room a couple dozen times. She half-suspected he had a peeing fetish by the way he’d cornered her when she was midstream.

However, she wasn’t sure when, but recently Veron had decided he could get more clients if he wore a skirt and called himself Veronique. It wasn’t a lifestyle choice, it was an economic one.

Bubbles approached slowly, glaring at the halforc. His skin was a dirty orange, and his blonde beard looked as spiky as she remembered it from when he tried to steal a kiss from her.

He spotted her immediately, lighting up, Oh, kitty! Here, kitty kitty!

Fuck you, Ver. She moaned, approaching him, You know she hates your fucking guts.

He chuckled and tried to kiss her cheek, so she swatted his face with enough force to hurt her elbow.

Veron rubbed the red handprint on his face, Aw. So, why is the little kitty in this part of town?

I want some midfish. And it fucking looks like you’re the only fucking way I’m going to fucking get it. Bubbles pouted.

The prostitute nodded, Ah, Rogar’s. He’s popular.

Bubbles had saved up. She pouted, and tried not to burst into tears, But then… Then empress turned up, and she ran, and she dropped her fucking silver tile.

Veron winced, Oh. You were there when the demon cat teased her archivist. Heard about that. Have you ever met Millie, Bubbly?

Don’t call her that. And no. Bubbles sneered.

He shrugged, Well, how about you put your hands up my skirt and play with what you find, and I’ll buy you the fish? I’ve been doing good business since the change.

She knows he doesn’t actually like wearing skirts. And she’s going to fucking touch him when the void fucking freezes. Bubbles glared at him.

Veron shrugged, Well… I s’pose I won’t be helping you then, Bubbly.

She won’t jack him. Bubbles said, crossing her arms fiercely. Her ears flattened and she barely choked down a furball, But… She… Will negotiate.

He eyed her and smiled slowly, Oh. That’s new. How long did you have to save up for the fish, before the accident?

Two months. Her bottom lip quivered, and she sniffled.

He scratched at his chin, thinking, Well then. I suppose I’ve got the advantage, Bubbly. That feels a bit weird. Don’t worry, I have as much interest in watching you cry as I do in watching the moon fall. I love you, kitty.

Fuck him. She sniffled, barely keeping it together.

Veron looked around, Look… I don’t actually have the silver available. Or I’d pay for your fish, meself. I wouldn’t normally suggest it, but I’ve got a well paying client with a very specific fetish.

Bubbles not sleeping with anyone. She stamped her foot, Why that so hard for everyone to get?

Veron held up his hands, Just… Hear me out. They’ll pay you a gold piece. A whole gold piece.

Her mouth instantly watered as she imagined everything she could buy for that. She’d be able to get at least half a dozen midfish, if her counting was right.

She’s listening. She’s not happy, but she’s listening.

He grinned, The client… Is specific. They want virgin, neko, women, to jill in front of them. Which, as you can imagine, is pretty damn hard.

How tell virgin? Bubbles screwed up her nose, Easy to smash stupid hymen.

Succubus handservant. Veron shrugged, No idea if it’s a myth or not, but they’re supposed to be able to smell it. A few people have tried to rip the client off. Hasn’t worked, so far.

She nodded slowly and glared, And how does Ver know that Bubbles is still virgin?

Oh, everyone knows that, Bubbly. He laughed at her.

She hissed at him, and then sighed heavily, Fine. She’ll… She’ll do it.

So… What do I get?

Bubbles winced. Silver wasn’t what Veron was after. The offcolour bastard wanted to bed her, one way or another. Jackie’s suggestion was the most surefire way of making him play along, but she really didn’t want to go that far.

She pawed at an ear, If… If she does something… It has to be afterwards. So that succugirl not make mistake and say Bubbles not allowed.

Deal. He nodded, So… What did you have in mind, kitty?

Her shoulders drooped, and she bit her lip, She… She’ll… Do the same for Ver.

I don’t have a watching fetish, sorry, Bubbly. He shook his head, But… Because I’d never want you to hate me… How about a real kiss?

Her first kiss? He’d steal it? She moaned, looking at him wide-eyed.

Veron smiled at her, I love you, Bubbly. So… Yeah. I would love to be your first kiss, to show you how sweet it should be. It’s still less than what you expected, isn’t it?

Yes. She glumly agreed.

The neko kicked at the ground, thinking hard, How much silver is Bubbles’ kiss worth? Can she pay him off, instead?

I’d never pay to do anything to you, Bubbles. He said with a voice she had to admit was at least a little bit charming. Tell you what, I’ll sweeten the deal. I’ll take us out to drinks, first. My tab. So you can get plastered, if you don’t want to remember it.

He’d take advantage. She narrowed her eyes.

Veron stared at her, Fuck, you have a low opinion of me. I mean… Wow. I’ve never, not once, done something like that.

He tried to kiss her when she was pissing!

He blinked, Ah. I guess it is deserved. Well… Don’t get plastered, then? You can choose the tavern and the drinks.

She nodded and flattened her ears, Fine. He gets her first kiss. Jerk. We go to Elza’s Botanica, after. Now, can Bubbles meet the client and get this over with? She’s hungry.

The client was a rich one.

The ones with the weird fetishes always were. You didn’t get bored enough to have incredibly specific needs unless you got a lot of sex. Paid for a lot, and got little love.

Well, that’s what Bubbles assumed, anyways. Not like she was ever going to find out first-hand.

This client lived in a freakishly large house. Bubbles had never been allowed in a big house before, but the servant’s entrance opened into a hallway that was larger than the entire bakery.

She was escorted by a half-elven handmaiden up three flights of stairs, and down another massive hallway, to a pair of doors that was twice her height and had pretty pictures carved into them by fire.

Bubbles eyes nearly popped out of her head as she saw the artist’s name inscribed on them. Were… Were these really made by -

Meerakeilian. She was quite the well known artist, once. Before she became a member of the House of Sai. The handmaiden nodded, It’s hard to source her work, these days. His lordship had the doorway constructed to fit these, which were originally created to adorn the palace.

She swallowed nervously, and whispered, Empress know?

If she did, I expect we’d all be dead. Discretion is part of your service here, cat. The woman said coldly.

Bubbles nodded silently.

The elf knocked politely on the doors, Before we enter, know that his lordship isn’t interested in conversation. If he asks you a question, don’t answer. Just nod your head. You are here, to provide a service. The only sounds he needs to hear are your moans. Clear?

Again, she nodded.

A loud, arrogant, and deep voice thundered from inside the mysterious room. Just one word. Enter.

The elf turned the knocker and swung open one of the doors, nodding at Bubbles. The neko felt her tail curl inwards and she tip-toed inside, only to have the elf slam the door behind her.

Leaving her alone, scared, and confused.

The room she found herself in was enormous. Three of the walls were lined with enormous glass windows, and the fourth was also glass - but it was coloured glass.

Bubbles felt her jaw drop open in astonishment as she stared at the intricately decorated scene in front of her. The reds and blues painted stripes of colour around the room, but it was the focus that captured the nekos attention.

She found herself stepping towards it, despite herself.

Two hands came down onto her shoulders, making her yowl in surprise and fear. The human chuckled softly, It gets everyone, the first time they see it. Nekos, especially. It… Its something special, isn’t it?

She nodded slowly, wanting to reach out and touch it. How… How did he get it?

Its a copy. He replied, still leaning on her shoulders, The original is in a place they found in the nekan desert. Underground, long since buried by history. I had them send me drawings, and worked with the Glass Guild to recreate it, here.

Bubbles shook off her shock, remembering she wasn’t supposed to speak. As beautiful as this thing was, she was here to get paid so she could get her fish.

The man rested his chin on her forehead, I lose myself, sometimes. In the romance of it all. Imagining a life like that one. Perhaps it’s a fantasy of mine. What was the world like, when it was a drake that was the dragonking? When they married a human queen? Nekos as the bodyguards, employing their magic to hunt down all threats to the royal family. A different world, a different time.

She said nothing.

He lowered his hands, going under her armpits to gently hug her, Ah, but that’s the art lover in me. You’re not here for that. You probably don’t give a flying shit. Thankyou, for indulging me. I suppose some things were explained to you by Veronique?

She gave a small nod.

He let go of her and walked over to his desk, leaning on the edge of it, I confess, I’m probably not that nice an individual. What I really want, is to be a neko’s chosen master. I want to be the first one inside her, the last one… But roleplaying it doesn’t work for me. And no cat has ever chosen me. Apparently I smell funny.

She very nearly nodded. He did smell strange. Despite his calm and charming appearance, she smelled traces of his self-loathing beneath it. More than that, he smelled like… She wasn’t quite sure how to describe it.

Sort of like fish that had to be eaten, or it was going to rot. He smelled like he was a moment away from his soul rotting. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it smelled like it was about to become unpleasant.

However, she suspected she wasn’t supposed to tell him that.

The lord shrugged, So, the closest I can get, is a neko… Playing… With herself… Whilst imagining her master. I like to hear the word. And… I like to play, as well. I won’t touch you. But you’ll see me. Are you okay with this, so far?

She gave a small nod.

If she hadn’t been okay with it, then she wouldn’t be here. She had broken her hymen when she was young, but she was still a virgin, and apparently she’d passed whatever test. She hadn’t seen the succubus, but she could smell them.

Smell them all over this room, in fact. Bubbles could tell that the succugirl spent a lot of time underneath the desk, and that was about as far as she wanted to take that particular thought.

That earns you a gold piece. He said with a touch of shame, But… If you last longer than I do, then you’ll earn some bonus silver, too.

Bubbles frowned, thinking. Usually she could get herself off several times. But it sounded like he didn’t want her to get off until he did. Which was a bit weird.

He looked at her, Any questions about that?

Sort of… He doesn’t want her to… At all? Bubbles gave in. Using her words was better than that only-nodding nonsense.

The lord smiled, I do. But only once I do. It’s as close as I can get to feeling like I caused it. Does that make more sense, now?

Oooh. She said and blinked, He wants to feel like they… Arrive… Together? She doesn’t know if she can do that… But she can try.

My maid told you not to talk, didn’t she? He raised an eyebrow.

Bubbles tail went straight down, and she bit her lip, giving a small nod.

He rolled his eyes, Oh for… She’s jealous. That one has wanted me to bend her over the furniture since I hired her. It really is quite frustrating, because I’m afraid I only really have one thing I like, and it’s not something that she is, or can be.

That why he has succugirl? Because she can play neko? Bubbles asked innocently.

The lord coughed, Eh… Yes.

Sorry. She gave a timid smile and waved around the room, She can smell where they’ve been. It’s a little… Obvious. But Bubbles doesn’t mean to make him embarrassed. So she should… Um… Start?

Your name is Bubbles? He asked hungrily, staring at her and making her feel uncomfortable.

She gave a small nod, Yes… He knows the meaning of neko name, doesn’t he? Not give her a pet name. That ruin it, and she won’t be able to play for him.

I wouldn’t try and claim you. A neko who loves me enough to call me master is my heart’s desire. Hurting you is… Anathema. He said calmly.

Bubbles smiled, nose wrinkling, She can tell. But… Where should she sit? Or does he want her to stand?

You may use any of the furniture as you see fit. He gestured, and she noticed that though it was expensive, a number of items did feature claw marks. He had been doing this with a few catgirls.

She wasn’t feeling altogether comfortable, but not uncomfortable either. Being around him certainly felt like a lot less pressure than she felt around Jackie or Veron.

Bubbles climbed up onto the arm of a chair, waving her butt a little before turning around. She paused there, crouched as she took in exactly what she was doing.

She was whoring out a picture of her cunt just to get some bloody fish.

… She was definitely in heat.

Bubbles pulled up her dress, biting onto the bottom of it. She looked over at him and saw a hungry approval in his eyes at the pose. That, and the beginnings of a tent in his pants.

She reached behind to pull her tail out of her underwear, and then, with her dress still in her mouth, tried to slowly slide them down her. Very slowly, and only as far as her knees.

She braced her feet against the edge of the arm rest, and spread her knees as far as her underwear would stretch. Giving him a view of her curls of silver bush, that matched her ears. Not her hair, which was more of a nut brown.

She smiled nervously, and gestured her chin towards him.

What he pulled out of his pants wasn’t quite like the ones that she’d had waved in her face by horny or drunk humans in the past. This one was long and thick, and the head was an angry purple, not pink.

Two overlapping veins stuck out of the top of his dick, stretching up the length of the fleshy object. She had no clue how anyone could see something like that and want it inside them.

Not without a massive helping of love.

The neko reached down to her little button, and began to gently rub at it. Her cheeks glowing red in embarrassment as she looked at the lord across from her, highlighted in the strange light of the room.

Bubbles didn’t really have a go-to fantasy she could conjure up. What she wanted most was a master who was gentle, considerate, and kind. It wasn’t going to be the guy paying a bunch of catgirls to jill off in front of her, but it wasn’t Jackie or Veron either.

With nothing much to imagine, she focused in on the feeling. Her thumb drifting back and forth across her little hood, jerks of pleasure jolting through her.

She salivated onto the edge of her dress, making her think about how soon she would have fresh fish melting onto her tongue. She gave a little hungry moan at the thought of it.

The lord misinterpreted her, Ooh, yes. The cutest little sound.

She grinned, and ignored her hand playing with her clit. She closed her eyes and imagined a world in which she could have as much fish as she wanted. The best fish that money could buy.

She thought about the course texture of the sea salt, as it dissolved into her tongue, swirling with a deep tang before the soft flesh of the salmon smooths it out.

The bare hints of sweetness, and the hints of the wild, cascading down her tongue as she swallowed. She groaned, thinking about a food she’d never be able to afford.

Oh, yes, that’s it.

Bubbles struggled not to burst out laughing at the absurdity of it. Pretending to play with herself and dreaming about food was actually getting a stranger off.

Not to say her pussy wasn’t appreciating the attention it was getting. She was still in heat, and still playing with herself. It just wasn’t about to actually do anything.

The neko turned her mind over to another food, with no better ideas how she was supposed to be moaning. Imagining the chase as she happily bounded along the guttering of the rooftops, chasing down the flitting and erratic hummingbird.

The chase was half the fun. It was faster than her, more agile than her. Teasing at her, as she raced to catch her tempting little snack. Pouncing and tumbling through the air before feeling the crackle and crunch between her teeth.

She gave a tiny little hungry moan, and felt her stomach grumble.

Mmm. He said, but Bubbles heard his interest starting to wane, and she didn’t trust a lord to keep to his word if he ended up disappointed.

Her ears flicked for a moment as she enjoyed the lithe flexibility of a neko. Pulling in her shoulders and ribs, and jerking her chin to send her dress flying into the air. Her bra fell somewhere about her midriff.

Her breasts fell free, jiggling lightly in front of him. To her, they had only ever been an annoyance. People wanted to bat them, and they got in the way when she was running.

She didn’t even like playing with them, herself.

However, his eyes lit up and started struggling between staring at her cunt and her rack. The smell of the succubus also noticeably increased, wherever that bitch was hiding.

She pulled one up to herself and gave a tiny blep of her tongue before she licked at the nipple. She wasn’t sure why, it just seemed like the right kind of thing to do. Something Veron might do.

His coaxing of his dick had graduated to full blown stroking, as he stared at her. His charm had evaporated and been fully replaced by lust, which was a little bit of a disappointment. His hungry face was not the least bit cute.

Earning her bonus was going to be easy, at this point.

It was then that Bubbles realised just how badly trapped she was. The lord wouldn’t have offered that if he wasn’t fairly certain that either he wouldn’t have to payout, or it would act as incentive to draw her back for a next time.

She cursed Veron as the succubus dropped from the ceiling and grabbed her arms from behind. The leathery tail swinging over her mouth to muffle a scream that didn’t come.

Instead Bubbles just glared and muttered as she was forced onto her knees. The lord approached her, and started jerking it away again, clearly intent on giving her a shower.

Her first thought, strangely, wasn’t the violation, it was just how much she hated taking a bath. Though, he wasn’t the first asshole to try and cum in her hair.

Try, being the operative word.

Everyone always expects the catgirl to reach for magic. She was no hooktooth. So, Bubbles slipped her hands up and out of the succubus’ iron grip, turned, and planted a knee into her boob.

The woman’s eyes watered and Bubbles launched straight up, bounding across a beam and up the chimney. Her paws and back got covered in ash before she popped out onto the roof, dead naked.

She shook her head with a twitch, idly tried and failed to clean her cheeks; smearing ash everywhere. Then the catgirl lightly bounced down to the edge of the roof, letting out a low whine as she saw how high up she was and no trees nearby.

You’re a fast one. The succubus gasped from behind her, holding their chest and tail waving back and forth slowly.

Bubbles hissed at the red-eyed woman, taking in her one pointed horn, and one curled one. Their body was strangely devoid of scars, like they’d never worked a day in their life. Though, maybe they’d always worked for the lord. Didn’t seem the type to hit his sex toys.

Easy. She held up her hands, Wasn’t trying to take you back or anything. But prefer if Toofy doesn’t hear about a catgirl falling off the roof. Hey?

He lied. Bubbles stuck out her bottom lip. Said he wouldn’t touch her.

Technically, I did the touching. The succubus said sheepishly, and winced when it didn’t break the tension. Sorry. It’s… Part of his kink. Surprise facials. Not really something he can warn you about.

He should fuck with temple companion then! Not with Bubbles!

She shrugged, I agree. But I’m not exactly the lord, here, am I?

Want her fish. Bubbles crossed her grubby arms crossly, Pay her.

The succubus sighed, He won’t pay you. You ran. But I can get you down safely. Away from his prying eyes. Okay?

No! She just about shrieked, as her dream of midfish evaporated in front of her eyes. In her upset, one of her feet slipped on the tiled roof, sending her tumbling over the edge.

The succubus dove towards her, wrapping their arms around her naked waist and pulling her into a tight embrace. Turning so that the ground hit them first.

Even protected, Bubbles still had the air knocked out of her. She fell onto the woman, wheezing noisily as they groaned writhed underneath her, cussing in their native tongue.

The catgirl coughed as she tried to speak, Sor-ry.

Had… Worse. The woman with glowing red eyes stank of deceit.

Bubbles leaned up, took a deep breath, which turned into another cough before kissed their cheek, She’s ve-ry sor-ry.

Gods. The woman blinked, You’ve never even kissed anyone, kitten?

She shook her head, still too weak to move, All men are jerks.

How about women?

Bubbles blinked, She’s… She’s straight.

Are you certain? The succubus said with a weak laugh, How would you even know, kitten?

Bubbles lifted one of the heavy coal-black breasts and dropped it, ’Cos these are boring.

Not… For me. The succubus admonished her, and shook her head, Well. Tell Veron he’s a piece of shit, from me. Sending you in for a first experience like that? Utter dickwad.

Bubbles going to give him piece of her mind! She snarled angrily.

The woman under her burst out laughing, Okay, gotta ask… Bubbles? Seriously? I know street cats tend not to get traditional names, but… Bubbles?

What of it? Her claws came out.

Utterly adorable. The succubus swallowed, Won’t bring it up again.

She rolled off the woman onto the grass, looking up at how far they’d fallen. Ouch. How is succugirl in one piece?

I ate just before the fall. I’m sore, but no more broken back. They said tiredly, Still need to feed some more, but you blue-balled the lord. He’ll fit my needs.

Bubbles turned her head, slightly pouting, Fine. She admits it. The succugirl is kinda nice. She’ll forgive her. Not forgiving jerk human, though.

The succugirl is called Kaia.

Naming, for a neko, is a precious sort of thing. If Bubbles took a master, they would give her a new name. However, it went both ways. Giving a name was an intimate sign of trust, whether or not it was intended to be.

Bubbles felt her buzzing hormones reach up and gently wrench open the floodgates to uncontrolled lust.

She kissed Kaia urgently, pushing her tiny tongue into the surprised woman’s mouth. As the succubus was still breathing in from surprise, Bubbles straddled her and pushed her hands down flat against her breasts.

She didn’t know what to do, she just knew she needed to do something, anything, to make the woman moan.

Bubbles ignored the tail that came up and flicked at one of her nipples. It did exactly nothing for her. Instead she focused on the kiss, and the want for more. She grabbed the horns and tried to push their mouths together, harder.

As she did, one of her claws nicked the ivory, and Kaia’s voice split the air in a scream of pleasure that hurt Bubbles’ ears.

She leaned back, tapping one of them, She fucking loud. Bubbles wants more. Mmm… Gag?

Kaia just nodded excitedly, bringing up her own tail and biting down on it. The catgirl smiled, produced one claw and cautiously drew it down the side of the horn again.

She stared as the succubus squealed, and writhed underneath her.

Bubbles grinned like she’d just discovered the most playful magic in the world. She grabbed the one straighter horn in both hands, licking and sucking at the end as she stuck out her claws and pulled them down like she was playing with a scratching post.

She felt the warmth between her legs light up into a bonfire as she made Kaia squeal for her, again and again.

The neko’s fang-like teeth joined the fray, giving no relief to the succubus. Bubbles could smell the air filling with the scent of sex, feel the tightening and untightening of Kaia’s stomach muscles, as she forced the succubus to orgasm.

Enough… Please… The succubus whispered, I’m… Fuck… Practically dry…

Bubbles stopped, staring, It isn’t good?

No… Kaia took in a lungful of air, It’s amazing. Shit. But… I don’t… Got no cum left.

Oh. Bubbles was crestfallen, She stops… And… Sorry. She um… She might be in heat? Bad excuse for mounting stranger. She leaves.

Give me… A second. The succubus tried and failed to grab her, I’ll get your… Dress.

Bubbles looked down at herself, and thought about it. She had taken a few naked runs through the city before, teasing guards. However, doing so whilst she was in heat and her body was telling everything with a decent sniffer she wanted to get fucked, was probably a bad idea.

She blushed and sat on the ground, Um… Again… Sorry about… Kissing you… And other stuff.

Gods, no. Kaia shook her head, That was perfect. And I adore the fact I was your first kiss. I’d be asking you out, if I didn’t know you’d turn me down. I want more of you, when I can handle it.

Bubbles… Still doesn’t think boobs are sexy. Sorry.

The succubus laughed, Yeah. Got that from the way you sucked my horn. Though, don’t use teeth on the real thing.

The neko frowned, The Kaia really isn’t mad?

Succubi adore force, kitten. The woman smiled sheepishly, I… I could never get the lord to be that rough on my horns. Fuck. Even the memory… You were perfect. So… Do you want me… To return the favour? Gentler?

Bubbles gave it some very serious thought, and then shook her head, She wants Kaia to buy her some fish.

The catgirl gets furrowed!

Bubbles had a stomach bloated full of fish when she came shuffling into Eliza’s Botanica, unsteady on her feet and with a hand to her uncomfortable belly. Technically speaking, the shop was an alchemist, not a tavern.

She had a dreamy kind if expression on her face, remembering the succubus who had overfed her. Kaia had been crushed when Bubbles had insisted the woman needed to stop or she’d explode. Because it meant the end of their date.

She spotted Veron, no longer in his crossdressing outfit. Looking every part as if he was a sword for hire, sitting at the edge of the bar and sipping at a green liquid. The orange halforc was such a prick.

He’d set her up, for a surprise facial, and still expected her to give him, her first kiss?

Bubbles stalked up to him, trying to look intimidating. He grinned as he saw her, Bubbly!

Her hand stung and her wrist hurt right the way down to her elbow when she slapped him.

The neko hissed in pain and held her forearm, Godsdamned bastard!

Ow. He muttered, rubbing at his jaw, I don’t think I really deserved that. You got your… What did you want? Right?

Fish. She seethed, The Kaia also said he fucking bastard.

He smiled tiredly, Fine. I’ll accept my punishment. Just for you, Bubbly. So how is Kaia?

Fucked. Bubbles sneered and glared at him, He can’t have Bubbles’ first kiss anymore. She gave it to someone who was nice… Nicer… To her.

Oh, you lose your v-tile? He asked, with the tiniest hint of disappointment.

… No. She muttered, and then raised her voice, But that’s no business of his! She hates him and hopes he gets the plague and dick fall off!

Bubbles turned to storm away, when she spotted something new out the back of the store. In the gardens, she could see a new shed, but this one was reinforced with an extra big lock on it.

The catgirl blinked curiously, and then finished storming out because all the eyes were on her. As soon as she was outside, however, she scampered up a wall and over where she could look at the new shed.

There was already another street cat on the roof. One with long black hair that was matted badly. They were staring at it as well, but paused to glare at Bubbles and growl at her, Mine.

Doesn’t look like yours. Bubbles stuck her nose up, before cocking her head, What is it? Never seen Eliza lock up like that. Even her sugarcane has smaller lock. Though, Bubbles can’t get through that one, anymore.

The other neko gave a warning growl, and then muttered, The Ninaein can. She made herself a master key. But she doesn’t know if she can get by this lock. Enchanted. Bubbles has any useful magic?

Ninaein not street kitty. Bubbles said apprehensively, Coiner Guild?

The neko nodded, admitting that they were part of one of the city’s larger thief outfits. Which probably meant that breaking into the shed was less of a curiosity and more a professional contract.

The blonde’s tail dropped, Oh. Uh… Bubbles will get out of her hair…

You’re not going nowhere. Ninaein’s claws came out and she idly scratched the roof, I need someone to trigger the trap. Won’t hurt… Too much.

Bubbles whined but knew she didn’t stand a chance. What’s inside? That Coiner needs?

Ninaein is stealing special flower. The neko said slowly, Has to be the Ninaein. Humans can’t steal it. Flower only blooms for catgirl in heat. So… The Ninaein is… Testy. Don’t annoy her.

Bubbles in heat, too. She whispered, ears going flat. She took a deep breath and looked at the shed, She doesn’t have choice. Even though she’s awful thief. What is she s’posed to do?

The other catgirl glared at her, Awful thief?

Bubbles is… Clumsy. She fell off roof an hour ago. She shrugged.

Ninaein grinned sadistically, That suits her just fuckin’ fine. The Bubbles is just going to walk up to the door and pull on the lock. Now.

Now?

A claw touched the bottom of her throat, Now.

She whined, ears going flat, but it had no affect on the other neko. With the possibility of the Coiner Guild coming after her, or Ninaein plain attacking her, Bubbles jumped down from the roof and glumly walked over to the mysterious shed.

Her tail was between her legs as she reached out and poked the lock hesitantly.

ENTER IF DESIRE BE YOUR HEART. FLEE IF DEATH UNPREPARED. A voice rolled into Bubbles and knocked her off her feet. She whined and rubbed at her temples, still feeling some kind of echo inside her skull. It hadn’t spoken out loud, and it had almost hurt as it screamed inside her.

Not that she really had a clue what the words meant. The second phrasing was easy - she might die if she went inside the shed, and usually that would be enough for her to scarper. Unfortunately, it wasn’t really an option right now.

The first phrase though… Made no sense. Not with a death threat.

She was in heat, so it was unquestionable that she had a lot of desire, right now. She’d even given her first kiss to a random stranger just because they were slightly nice to her.

Her body really wanted for her to let somebody take her v-tile. Turn this kitten into a lioness. Make the other she-cats stop sniffing in derision every time they caught her scent and realised she hadn’t had a good fucking yet.

Why did all nekos have that particular hang up about virginity? Bubbles hadn’t found a master, so she shouldn’t have the expectation to have let someone use her like a plaything. It was stupid.

You’re a klutz. Ninaein purred, stepping by her and to the lock. The catgirl hesitated, Huh. Touching the lock didn’t break the ward. What happened when she touched it?

Big voice. Loud. Bubbles stood up, Said desire inside, but might die.

Makes sense.

She crossed her arms and stamped her foot, Explain! If she’s fucking Bubbles’ life over, the least she can do is let her choose how she’s going to get killed.

Oh, nothing like that. The neko smirked, Inside is a plant. It really likes us in heat. Blooms for us. I’m here to steal the pollen. You… You might get addicted to the thing. That’s the dangerous part. You won’t want to stop playing with it. Ever.

The Ninaein is a bitch.

The neko chuckled, Mmm… Yeah. Pretty much. She needs you to grab the lock. Hurry up, and don’t let go this time. Or I will kill you.

Bubbles stuck out her tongue at the woman, but did what she wanted. As she grasped the lock, she winced as the voice blasted the ominous greeting into her skull.

The other neko frowned for a moment, and then produced a set of various metal prongs from inside their bra and started fiddling with the lock. Several of the metal prongs went between their teeth as they worked, and