Feliformia Ch. 14

"Aww... Water for me? Thank you. I have to admit I'm a bit lightheaded. You are Vix, right?"

Vix nodded and sat next to Kitty before wrapping her arms around her waist. She and Kitty were pretty much the same size, so they could easily look at each other in the eyes.

"You are so cute! It's unbelievable. Okay, so you guys are Misti, Asha, and Meeka?"

That was quite impressive. For some reason, Kitty had managed to memorize all their names effortlessly, which earned her a round of applause from the pets. She took a big gulp of water, which rehydrated her throat.

"Can you guys talk?"

All the pets shook their heads asynchronously.

"Cool! That's hot. So, Vix? Syr said you were the first costume she made. When was that?"

The small red fox tilted her head to the side and brought a paw to her chin as if trying to remember. Was it two years ago already? Maybe a bit more? She pawed the carpet twice.

"Two months?"

Vix shook her head and pointed upward with her paw.

"TWO YEARS!?"

Vix nodded.

"I didn't even know her two years ago. Why didn't she tell me she was making those costumes?"

Poor Vix had absolutely nothing to do with this. Until now, she had never met Syr and didn't even know her under that name anyway. Elizabeth was the creator of the costumes. Was Syr her nickname or something? She didn't know and had no means to ask. So she shrugged.

"Have you met her before?"

Vix shook her head.

"Oh, I see. She really kept this a secret then. So, Misti and Clara were the first ones to meet her?"

Misti nodded. She was indeed the first one who had uncovered the mystery behind the costumes after she had ripped her tail off, and Lucy forced her to visit the creator of the pets in person to apologize. That little adventure had been very embarrassing but also very useful because she took much better care of her costume after that.

The black cat had also met Kitty, which didn't go super well. Kitty had pushed very hard to squeeze information out of her about their business and had even terrified Clara. But today, Kitty seemed a bit more vulnerable. She was just sitting there, on her knees, and had not even returned Vix's hug yet. Usually, nobody could resist Vix's charm, so that was a bit odd.

"So, Clara is a pet too?"

The pets shook their heads.

"Oh, she is not a pet? Odd. I thought she would be. She is all small and cute."

The pets nodded on that one. It was an accurate description of what Clara was.

"Sooo... Nobody told me anything about you guys. I don't know what I'm allowed to do or not. And since I'm a little bit out of control when I'm around people wearing rubber... I'm a bit scared to mess up. Can... Can I... touch you?"

The pets nodded.

For one rare time in her life, Kitty was uncomfortable. It somehow reminded her of when she first visited Mark at his townhouse. She was so shy to interact with her instant crush that she had messed up big time. Not only had she got drunk within fifteen minutes, but on top of that, she had decided that it was a good idea to put her latex catsuit on at the same time without even telling him. Things had turned out fantastically well, but it could have gone very wrong very quickly.

And now, with these incredible pet girls, she didn't want to remotely take the risk to mess up because she already knew in her heart that she wouldn't be able to survive away from them. So she disconnected her sexual brain for a moment and adopted her best behavior. Losing the most incredible thing she had ever seen was not an option.

Since the pets had granted her permission, she carefully rubbed Vix's back. Rubber was very familiar to Kitty, of course, but this felt different. It was not like cuddling with Erika to obtain sex. She had no idea who was in the fox suit and couldn't even have a chance to understand what the wearer was thinking because of the black lenses covering her eyes. It was like cuddling... a real animal. A latex red fox. Not a human.

The very familiar scene of Vix getting the first cuddles of the day had annoyed the other pets, though, so they all converged on Kitty to get some affection too.

"Hey! What... What are you doing? Haha! Wait! Wait! Syr will scold me if I cause problems."

It was useless to resist the pets. Like a small cuddly rogue wave, they all crawled over Kitty until she ended up on her back with a bunch of cushy paws rubbing her all over. Was this even permitted?

There was nothing Kitty could have done against this, so she abandoned herself to the pets.

***

A bit later, still buried under the cuddly pets, Kitty heard the lounge door opening, but nobody came to tell her to leave the pets alone, which was a relief. The only worrying time was when a new pet she hadn't seen before, a black and white cat, pulled Misti away from her by force.

From afar, Kitty saw Clara sitting at a table and placing a bunch of plastic bottles in front of her. Then Misti climbed on the seat and laid down on her lap. Clara selected a bottle and did something with the black cat.

A bit curious about this strange activity, Kitty sat up to observe the scene better and asked Meeka about it.

"What are they doing, Meeka?"

Meeka briefly looked behind her and turned back to Kitty. With her cushy black paw, she poked her new friend in the stomach.

"Haha! That tickles. What do you mean? Is she feeding her?"

Meeka nodded.

"So, you guys don't take lunch breaks?"

Meeka shook her head, no.

"Are you saying that you are wearing this restrictive costume all day?"

Meeka shook her head, no, and rolled her paw, trying to say something else. It was interesting to see Kitty paying attention and grasping most of the non-verbal dialogue the pets threw at her. That made her look even cooler.

"No? You mean, you wear it for more than a day?"

Meeka nodded and clapped.

"... I'm doing the SAME! At home, I wear my latex catsuit all the time. I don't want to take it off, but everybody is asking me to. It's so annoying!"

Meeka nodded. Indeed, taking off her costume wasn't fun. But aside from that, when Kitty said she wore a latex catsuit at home, it made this little client even more intriguing.

"And do you sleep at the café too?"

Meeka nodded.

"So cool! And why can't you talk? Are you gagged or something?"

Meeka cocked her head to the side for a second, then made a "kind of" gesture. That was not really an angle she had looked at, so she had to think about it. Her mouthpiece was mainly there for comfort to allow her to stay in costume for longer, but Kitty had a point; it was an efficient gag as well. She had never discussed the "why" with Lucy because there was no need to. A silent pet was somewhat cuter than a talkative pet. If they would have been allowed to talk, Meeka could only imagine Trixie and Misti arguing all day long about random things. All the clients in the café would have left with bleeding ears. It was definitely better to prevent the pets from talking. Additionally, it brought a different dynamic. It forced everyone to take the time to listen to each other, the pets and the client alike. Today's society was an overload of pointless discussions, opinions, and arguing, so taking the time to listen and observe was almost a necessity these days.

"So, is this a job, or are you slaves?"

The three pets sitting next to Kitty all fell to the floor and started rolling around.

"Heeey! Don't laugh! I don't know. Syr didn't tell me anything about this place."

For the next little while, Kitty kept bombarding the pets with questions about the café. It was rare that a client had such a strong interest in what was going on here. Usually, they came to the café to pet the girls and eat some cake, but it was because THEY wanted to feel good. Those clients wanted to cuddle, feel the warm rubber with their hands, experience what it was like to be so close to cute kinky girls, a bit as if they wanted to convince themselves that they were capable of entertaining a relationship with a loved one without being rejected.

But with Kitty, it was different. The small Asian girl had a genuine desire to get to know them and understand how the café was working, and even why it was there in the first place. Obviously, she liked the latex costumes, but it didn't seem the most important part. She was much more interested in the "why." Why was Meeka a pet? Why was Vix so adorable? Why was Misti so playful?

One at a time, the pets went to eat in Clara's arms, which was fascinating to watch. But then, a few more clients entered the café to get sweet cakes and warm drinks. It was funny to see the pets happily climbing on these strangers to get and offer some cuddles. It was also entertaining to see a very anxious Clara running around trying to get their orders and keep things relatively under control. Soon enough, Kitty was alone with Meeka and Asha. It was a bizarre feeling to sit on the floor with them while the others got to work. It made her feel like a pet too. If more clients were to walk in, perhaps she would have to play with them too. It was not the reality, but it felt like it.

Syr pulled her out of her daydreaming when she entered the lounge with two plates.

"Kitty, I prepared you a little breakfast with what I found in the kitchen. Come eat."

As Kitty stood up, another client entered the lounge right after Syr. Since there were only two pets left, Meeka pulled on Kitty's arm.

"What is it, Meeka?"

Meeka pointed to Asha and then to herself.

"You want me to choose?"

The two pets nodded.

"Oh, that's easy! I want the raccoon!"

Asha, almost offended, glared at Meeka, but that earned her a raccoon paw in the face. She decided it was better to just trot to the new client. It was part of life at the café.

"Come, Meeka. I'm starving."

Arm in arm, the two friends headed to the table where Syr had placed the plates. Meeka climbed on the seat first, followed by Kitty, who sat right next to her. The next few minutes would certainly be interesting. After having kept this place a secret for so long, Syr certainly had some explaining to do.

"So, Kitty... How do you like the animal café?"

"..."

Instead of answering, she poked a potato with her little fork and put it in her mouth. Not only did she not know how to answer that question, but on top of that, Syr already knew the answer.

"Are you mad at me for not telling you about it?"

"No."

"So, why the long face then?"

"I'm... not sure."

"You like latex and animals, no?"

"Of course I do. You know that! But... this is different."

"It is, Kitty. It is."

Between two bites, Kitty watched Meeka, who just sat there, looking adorable. Since she had set foot in the lounge and discovered the rubber pet girls, she still hadn't managed to wrap her head around this whole experience.

"Kitty, why don't you tell Meeka about what you are doing at home."

"What... am I doing at home?"

"Yes, your little habits."

"Oh, I already told her some stuff. I don't think I can tell her everything."

"Of course you can. Isn't that right, Meeka?"

Meeka nodded, suspecting what it might be, but she was surely interested to hear it from the horse's mouth. Kitty turned to her, a bit embarrassed to spill the beans in front of someone who was seemingly taking things even farther than she had been.

"Mmm... So, Meeka... I like wearing latex too... You understand that, right?"

Meeka nodded. Of course, she did.

"... And... I like to wear a restrictive suit, but now that I saw yours, mine doesn't feel that extreme anymore. Then... I like when my partners play with me... like... "play" with me..."

Meeka giggled inside her mask. What she heard just now wasn't very surprising. Sex and latex were a perfect match, and it was fantastic to know that Kitty was already comfortable with this combo. But the raccoon girl had a question burning her muzzle. She pointed at both Syr and Kitty at the same time and then brought her paws together.

"... You want to know if Syr and I are together?"

Meeka nodded.

"No. She is my friend. But I do have a boyfriend and a girlfriend. I know it's weird, but they are super nice. They tie me up and then... oops... I didn't mean to say that."

Déjà vu. Meeka had a friend, Oreo, who was into bondage big time. Nothing shocking slipped out of Kitty's mouth. Honestly, it was very common for people into latex to also like bondage. But what caught Meeka's attention the most was that Kitty seemed to be bi-sexual, which potentially opened the door wide to some extra fun.

Syr smirked as well since Kitty's behavior had drastically changed since they arrived at the café. The catgirl, who was generally inappropriately sexual, self-confident, borderline abusive, and clever, had turned into something much more toned down, which was incredibly surprising. One would have thought that being surrounded by her favorite things in the world, restrictive latex suits and cuddly cute girls, would have put her mind into overdrive. But no. Instead, she barely touched the pets, didn't address them with her usual dirty language, and even seemed to feel bad for having brought up her sexual habits. Something strange was going on.

"Kitty, what's wrong?"

"What do you mean? What did I do now?"

"Nothing. I just can't help but notice that you are not yourself since we got here. I thought you'd be happier than that."

"I AM happy, Syr. But I'm scared!"

"Scared!? Why? Scared of what?"

"Well, I know you... If I do something you don't like, you'll scold me, and we will have to leave."

"I wouldn't do that."

"Yes, you would. You are all protective of your work and hide it from me all the time. All those costumes are your work, so if I do something slightly inappropriate, you'll kick me out."

Instead of denying it, Syr lowered her head, reflecting on what Kitty had just said. Meeka moved a bit closer and rubbed Kitty's back, sensing a hint of frustration in her voice. The café wasn't a place where people should feel anxious. It was a place to have fun, get sweet cuddles, and enjoy the overall experience.

It was true that Syr had been very secretive, always using the pretense of preserving her client's privacy to deny Kitty's access to her workshop. But it was also true that she did this a lot for herself. She had hidden the animal costumes for a long time because she feared Kitty would incessantly bug her to get one too, something she couldn't do because of her contract with Lucy.

Only now, she realized that it was a bit mean and realized that it had affected Kitty more than she thought. Sure, Kitty was playful and expert at annoying people just for fun, but she didn't mean bad. Being prevented from seeing what was going on in her workshop over and over had perhaps caused some unnecessary distrust. And now that Syr had finally decided to share the incredible work she had done for the Cakes and Pets with her friend, that was enough to cause a conflict. She had stretched the rubber band too much, and it had just snapped in her face. Asking Kitty to share with Meeka her private life had been the opposite of what Syr had done about her workshop.

She felt selfish.

Her eyes returned to Kitty, who was stuffing her mouth with eggs and potatoes while playing with her new raccoon friend, not too sure how much she had hurt her.

"I'm... sorry, Kitty."

"What for?"

"For not telling you earlier about this place."

"I would say, yes! You knew I would have loved it."

"Yes. And... this is why I didn't tell you."

"... and what is that supposed to mean exactly?"

"I thought... you would bug me... to get a costume... But you know, I can't... because of the contract with Lucy... It's not that I don't want to make one for you... it's just..."

"Woah woah! Stop! Are you saying you thought I wouldn't be smart enough to understand that?"

"... No... It's just..."

"Syr... I'm almost thirty years old! Come on!"

"... I'm... sorry."

"Shhh! Not another word. I have decided what your punishment would be for underestimating me..."

"... punishment? What are you talking about."

"Shhh! Brace yourself!"

Kitty turned to the rubber raccoon and whispered something in her animal ear. Did she even realize that her raccoon ears were not her real ones? Nevertheless, Meeka understood everything Kitty had told her and stood up on the bench. She then expertly stepped on the table and crossed over to the other side of the booth, right next to Syr, who stared at her from below, a bit intimidated; she had created those costumes, but it felt quite different when they were animated by skilled girls.

Meeka then raised her paws high in the air as if she was going to smack Syr in the face, but instead, she let it fall softly on top of her head, which had been enough for her target to lower her head and raise her shoulder. A gentle head rub ensued, ruffling her short blonde hair. Meeka was petting her, to Kitty's great satisfaction.

"Ha! Syr! You are such a cute pet!"

"..."

"I'll totally tell Mark to force you to wear a cute animal costume at home. You wanted him to be more masterly, no?"

"... No! Don't tell him that. I'm not a pet!"

"Well, what are you going to give me in exchange for my silence, then?"

"... Are you blackmailing me?... Meeka, please, stop petting my head."

"No, Meeka! Keep going... She likes it!"

Of course, Kitty knew Syr wouldn't push the cute raccoon away, which was hilarious.

"Fiiine! I won't keep secrets from you anymore."

"So... I can go sit in your workshop whenever I want to?"

"... Yes... I guess it would be okay."

"And, I can touch the pets a bit more without you scolding me?"

From afar, unaware of what the little trio was discussing, Clara noticed Meeka standing on the couch and reprimanded her.

"Meeka! Lucy told you not to stand on the couch. You might fall, and then she is going to be really mad."

Meeka crouched down, just enough to reach the legal limit of height. Syr sighed and rubbed her neck while reaching for her coffee cup.

"Kitty, I don't have a word to say here. It's Lucy's café, and Clara is the one enforcing the rules today. She will tell you if you go too far."

Meeka nodded.

"Meeka, you'll tell Kitty too, right?"

Meeka nodded again.

"Alright then. Finish your food and go play. We won't stay here all day."

"I'm done eating already! Come Meeka! That pile of fluffy pillows at the back looks super comfy."

Meeka crawled under the table to get out, and Kitty ran after her.

"Kitty! You didn't even finish your plate... aaaah! Whatever!"

Trying to reason with Kitty was pointless when she was in that mood. Plus, the animal café was her surprise, her gift. It wouldn't be the right thing to do to prevent her from having fun, not after understanding that she could be trusted. Syr had understood her mistake, and how it had hurt her friend, it would be a long road to breaking that habit of being too secretive. The whole point of having friends was to share life together after all.

Kitty quickly reached the pile of pillows in the corner and let herself fall flat on her back.

"Oof! That's like a giant pile of marshmallows. Haha!"

The raccoon girl didn't wait one second before climbing on top of her. There was something about Kitty that was so familiar. That girl was very much like a playful pet, a natural, as they said. And now that she had been freed from her invisible leash, it was even better. Kitty finally let her true personality out, and her hands traveled on Meeka's rubber body, including butt and boobs, discreetly, so Clara wouldn't notice.

For the small cat girl, this was a perfect day.

***

Two days later.

"Mark! I'm going out on a date!"

"A date? Shouldn't you let Erika and I know before adding extra lovers to our already messed up relationship?"

"I'm telling you now!"