SIDESTORY - Short But Sweet (Patreon)

Here's a short fic we poll'd from y'all, featuring the sweetest cat, Sugar. For those who aren't familiar, you're about to see how sweet she really is.

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Kevin didn’t have a lot going on in his life. He was a husky guy, putting on weight recently from his lazy lifestyle but not full on fat yet. His short dark hair was barely-combed and he only shaved every few days, which meant that he usually had some dark stubble around his chin. Kevin was uneducated beyond high school and out of work, living off whatever he got from his parents and unemployment checks. He was starting to feel like a leech on society, which didn’t help with his self-esteem. That kept him even less motivated from applying for jobs, creating a vicious cycle as a “NEET” (short for “not in education, employment or training”) living off cheap food and government charity.

Kevin was on his way back from the drug store with his groceries that fateful day when he heard that fateful meow. He looked down to see a rather skinny black cat, its fur a dirty mess. It started to walk around his legs, brushing against him affectionately. Kevin wasn’t that superstitious, and he was a sucker for animals. Anything from a stray dog to a sexy catgirl, he always felt for them.

“Poor little guy. You got an owner?” he asked. The cat just meowed and rubbed its head on his leg some more. Kevin smiled and reached into his grocery bag, taking out a few the hamburger he was saving. He took a few pieces of the meat and tossed them to the cat. It ate it up ravenously with an appreciative purr.

Kevin squatted down and scratched behind its ears. “I guess you’re a stray. How’d you want to come home with me? I could use a low-maintenance pet like you.”

“There won’t be a need for that!” declared another voice out of nowhere. Kevin looked around to find that despite craning his neck to look up at her, the speaker was much shorter than he was. She just happened to be floating and wearing so little clothing that nothing properly covered her hips. The closest she had were a pair of leggings, her rather short dress and a visible but tiny thong. She had thick pink hair with feline ears poking out and huge, melon-sized breasts despite her tiny, child-like height. As big as her bust was, her hips were even bigger than that. The exposed edges of her ass cheeks could be seen behind her dress that was practically an apron for how much skin it failed to cover. A single black ribbon was tied neatly into her cotton-candy colored hair and her big eyes drew his gaze towards her smugly smirking face.

“Pretty impressive, huh?” she asked in a high-pitched voice, floating down to the ground in front of him. He stared down at the shortstack catgirl who only came up to his knees, casually tugging on her top to secure it around her giant tits. “Jeez, jumping through dimensions sure gets my cat tats out of whack…”

“Uh… dimensions?” Kevin asked cautiously. He was starting they had put in his burger when the catgirl laughed at his baffled expression.

“Don’t sweat it, kid. You mortals always flip out when you see a goddess. So let me introduce myself properly so your little human brain can handle it.” She smirked and braced her hands on her wide hips, thrusting her huge chest out even further. “I am Sugar, the goddess of all cats! You have pleased me by passing my trial!”

“That was a trial?” Kevin asked. It felt like a safer question to ask why a god would name itself “Sugar.” If she was half as powerful as she implied he assumed he’d be dead in a second if he pissed her off.

“Of course.” Sugar plucked up the cat by the scruff of the neck as it swallowed the last of its hamburger. She gestured at the air and a swirling golden portal appeared. “I mean, the cat was hungry and everything, but I appreciate a worshiper who looks out for my people.” With a lazy toss, Sugar dropped the black cat into the portal before sealing it back up.

“What was that?”

“I just sent it back to my realm. I keep a ton of cats there cuz y’know; goddess of cats. They’ll take care of him just fine. Now as for your reward…” Sugar purred thoughtfully as she sized him up. “You mentioned you were looking for a pet, yea?”

“I guess so. I can’t afford a lot, but…”

“Then you’re in luck!” Sugar chimed as she rested a hand on her hip, floating higher up until her tits were nearly in the mortal’s face. “I hereby permit you to take care of me instead of that cat.”

“I get a god as a pet?” Kevin asked quizzically.

“You’ve never had a cat before, have you?” Kevin shook his head. “Technically, you’d be more like MY pet… but kind of the same thing. Don’t worry. I’ll walk you through it.”

Kevin unlocked the door to his apartment just for Sugar to push it open herself, striding ahead of him like she owned the place. It was a little rude, but at least he got to see her huge wobbling ass walking out in front of him as she scoured the room.

“I’ve stayed in better, but not too bad. I’ll just make myself at home.” The miniature catgirl hopped onto his couch, rather gracelessly hoisting herself up onto the back of it with some frantic kicking of her stubby little legs. She straddled the back with her chubby thighs as she stretched out like a cat; her arms reached far out ahead of her, dangling a breast on either side of the couch while her ass stuck straight up in the air. Kevin stared at her strange but sexy display and hoped he’d ever be able to look at cats the same again. This was turning out just like one of his Japanese animes.

Sugar seemed to take care of herself for a while. Kevin started to browse on his tablet , looking up anything he could on cat deities while he watched her wander around his apartment. He’d sneak in a picture when she bent over far enough, usually poking her head curiously into a trash can or cabinet. At one point she stuck her head into a cardboard box, thrashing her feet and tail around behind her as her ass got stuck in the other end. She finally punched her way out the other side with her godly might, obliterating the box in a burst of golden light.

“That’ll show ya,” she muttered as she went off to pick up one of Kevin’s socks, batting it around and keeping herself amused. It went on long enough that Kevin went back to his browsing, at least until Sugar tackled him around the leg. He was still lounging on the couch as he looked down at her harmlessly glomping his calf, her big eyes batting up at him expectantly.

“Hey!” she chirped quickly. “I want a bath.”

“Okay. The bathrooms right there, towels in…”

“No no no, dummy. You’re taking care of me, remember? Is that how you’d treat your cute new cat?” She squeezed his leg a little tighter as she batted her eyelashes. It didn’t really hurt, but he could feel her boobs squeezing around his leg like some oversized titfucking. His mind started to wander into his groin before he could shake off the thought.

“Right. So… you want me to take a bath with you?”

“Nah, silly. You’ll be bathing me. Big difference.” She let go of him and scampered towards the bathroom, throwing her dress off over her head. “You should consider yourself lucky. Few mortals are allowed to even touch the perfect skin of a goddess. And most of them don’t even have the killer kitty titties that I do!”

Kevin couldn’t argue with that part. He gawked as her naked figure was revealed, her lightly tanned skin curvy in every direction. Her thick ass wobbled as she hopped out of her thong and flung it in a random direction, and her huge tits bobbed and swayed with every step, giving him something to look at from any angle. He watched her slender pink tail wave in front of her ass cheeks as she braced her fists on her hips.

“Hey! That water’s not gonna turn itself on,” she scolded.

Kevin quickly got to work and before long, Sugar was soaking happily in her bath. He lathered up her fluffy pink hair as she sat with a content look on her face, purring and humming quietly to herself. He got out the body wash and started to cautiously scrub her down. Sugar started to lean into his soapy washcloth. It was a thin barrier between the two of them, leaving him practically fondling her tits as he washed around her cleavage and rubbed her hard nipples.

“Yeaaa that’s the stuff. Make sure you get the underboob,” Sugar instructed. “That where all the sweat gets built up. That and around the tail.” Her tail poked up from beneath the water, a little pink indicator to guide him towards her ass. She rose to all fours, dripping bathwater off her shapely boobs. She bounced her ass temptingly back and forth, her tail trailing after it in a hypnotic pattern aimed at Kevin’s face. He fought back the urge to obey his boner, reminding himself that she was an actual, powerful and petty goddess. Pouncing on her was probably a huge mistake. When he started to wash and polish her giant cat booty and she started to moan and purr loudly, he wasn’t sure he could hold out. He started to reach, trying to just lightly brush his fingers against the pussy peeking out between her thighs.

“Whatcha looking at back there!?” Sugar suddenly chimed in. Kevin froze and tried to subtly slide his hand back out of the tub, blushing with embarrassment. Sugar peeked over her shoulder, grinning wickedly at her tempted pet. “You weren’t thinkin’ dirty thoughts about your pet, were you? Cuz that’d be REAL dirty.”

“N-no,” Kevin stammered as he went on cleaning her hips. He obediently washed over her tail, even if rubbing around there made her hips rise even higher and practically shove her butt into his face. He hurried to finish washing her before he could try anything else, but she demanded that he dry her off as well. She stood naked and dripping wet in the middle of his bathroom until he had completely rubbed her down with the towel. She cooed and sighed happily as she raised her arms. She let him dry off her underarms, the thorough rubbing making her breasts bounce wildly in front of the mirror.

“You know, you did an alright job at that, towel boy,” Sugar praised with another backhanded compliment.

“My name’s Kevin,” he reminded her sheepishly.

“Yea, I know. But I don’t feel entirely clean just yet.”

“What else could you need?” Kevin asked helplessly.

“I’m clean and all, but I’m not… y’know. Cat clean.” She beamed up at him as her cat ears wiggled around. “Can you lick me?”

“What?”

Sugar floated up in the air, partly wrapped in her towel. She was short enough to wear it as a kind of shawl, the edges hanging over her nipples as she sat on the sink and crossed her legs. “Can you lick me? Like a cat bath. I’m sure you humans are pretty good at it after all these centuries.” She held out one of her dainty feet and watched him with an expectant smile.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Just start with one lick to see if you’re good enough,” Sugar prompted as she raised her foot closer to Kevin’s face. He gulped and with little more than a short grimace, he licked up the sole of her foot and flicked it past her toes. He looked at her uncertainly as she seemed to ponder the single lick of her thankfully just-cleaned foot.

“Hmm. Nah. Not cutting it. You don’t have that nice sandpapery feel. I’ll just have to do it myself later on. Too bad you’re not fit to even lick my feet, eh, human?” She floated back to the floor and strode back into the apartment. The smug goddess dove head-first into one of his laundry hampers and started tossing things while around looking for something that would fit her.

Kevin let out a long sigh and let her go to it. “Okay, well I’m making dinner. I’ll get you some while I’m at it.” He threw together some chicken fingers and instant rice before he came back into the living room, putting his plate down on the coffee table. He always watched TV while he ate, so it was his usual dining spot to begin with. He went to turn on the TV when Sugar suddenly popped up from behind the couch, slapping the remote out of his reach and onto the floor. She was wearing a long t-shirt with a cartoony frog on the chest, its face distorted by her massive boobs. Judging by the flash of skin when her tail flickered, she was wearing nothing underneath the thigh-length shirt.

“Hey!” she chirped again. “I want sushi for dinner.”

“But I just made…”

“Sushi!” she almost sang. “I wanna sushi. Feed your pet, human.” Sugar popped open her mouth like she expected him to toss in some fish like she was aquarium dolphin.

“I don’t have sushi.”

“Make it. Or just order it.”

“I don’t have the money for that.”

“I’m a goddess, bud. I can afford it but I don’t know anywhere around her that delivers. Now order it and feed it to me.”

“Can I eat first?”

Sugar just shoved his phone into his lap, landing it against his hardon. “Gimme sushiiii,” she repeated, grinding the phone into him so it kept barely rubbing his crotch.

“Alright, alright!” he surrendered, picking it up and starting to dial. “You’re like a little sushi gremlin, aren’t you?”

Sugar just shrugged. Soon she was sitting on the table, her butt in the way of him and his dinner as she waited with her mouth open. Kevin picked out a piece of sushi and held it halfway into her mouth. He expected her to take a bite or snatch it from his had, but she just eyed him expectantly. She waited until he had his fingers past her lips before she closed them, moaning and sucking the food out between his fingertips. Her tongue teased his digits as her ears flicked happily.

“Ohhh my goddesses. I love sushi so muuuuch~! It’s been so long!” she gushed. Her happy squirming in place was enough to move her ass and Kevin could snatch a piece of his of his own food. He got a chicken finger into his mouth before Sugar rolled out her tongue once again, waiting to be hand-fed some more. 

Kevin begrudgingly fed her the rest of her sushi, leaving her to do as she pleased once again. Over the next few days she was nothing but a royal pain. She’d pop out of nowhere when he was trying to browse porn, teasing him about it for the next hour. 

She’d also started walking around the apartment marking everything with her scent. Sometimes it was like a normal cat, rubbing her head and ears against it. Other times she’d just twerk her ass against it, or in the case of the support beam she performed an outright pole dance with it right in front of him. When he finally finished his Sugar-centric tasks and got to go to bed, he’d get woken up in the middle of the night. Sugar helped herself to his bed while he was asleep, climbing onto his chest and flopping down to go to sleep herself. She shamelessly planted her ass in his face, leaving him to stare at her booty and feel her warm pussy rest just short of his mouth. 

Kevin wasn’t a giant perv but Sugar was right about one thing; he was mortal.

A man could only take so much of her teasing. He had served her breakfast, the smell of her pussy still lingering on his face when he gathered the courage to speak to her.

“Sugar, I… we’ve spent a long time together now.”

“It’s been like… three days, dude,” Sugar said dismissively. The visiting goddess refilled her cereal and scarfed it down.

“Well it feels like a long time. Do you think… we could have sex? I’ll make sure you’re happy with it and-”

Sugar broke into a loud laugh, smiling from ear to feline ear. “Wow! Are you serious!? You’re really such a big ol’ perv that you’d fuck your pet? Fuck a CAT!? Wow, you are desperate! That’s so super sad! How do you even live with yourself, huh?” She licked her lips to clean off the milk and wiped some of the Shooger Crunch off her cleavage. “And you seriously think you can please a goddess like me? I thought I was doing you a favor here by living with you, but if that’s really what you want… if you’re really that stupid horny and can’t keep your own dick in line… I guess I can let you stick it in me. Just for a second. And only if you’re SERIOUSLY that dumb and horny of a mortal.”

“I am,” Kevin muttered meekly. Sugar smiled, clearly amused by his predicament. The impish goddess floated into the air and turned around, lifting up the secondhand shirt she’d stolen from his closet. His erection was already throbbing just from the familiar wobble of her ass. Her tail lifted up as she bent over, raising her cheeks even higher and parting them just enough to show him her sweet, waiting pussy and her tight little asshole.

“Then go ahead. Let’s see what you can do back there. It’s not like a big dumb lug of a human could do much compared to a cat anyway. Most of your brains are down in your junk anyway, right? It’s why you’re always jerking it like a bunch of horny monkeys that can’t-”

Kevin tried to ignore her, but her teasing and trolling were just part of his everyday boners now. His cock pushed between her big and tight ass cheeks and didn’t even reach her asshole. He was too pent up and her sexy posed was too inviting to overlook. He hardly got to touch her before he shuddered and came over her ass cheeks.

“Ha! Wow! Seriously?! I knew it!” Sugar giggled, turning back around in midair. Her feet kicked gleefully as she laughed at his orgasm. Kevin was blushing from just how right she had been, playing him masterfully over the last few days towards his one massive, relieving orgasm. “Wow, you really need to get out more…”

“I know. You’re the first girl I’ve had in my apartment in a long time, and I just felt-“

“No I mean it. You need to get out.”

“What?”

“Oh didn’t I tell you? I’m turning your apartment into an animal shelter. You wanted to help that one cat, so I thought you could make your place into a sorta shrine for a bunch of cats… namely me. Mostly me. I arranged everything while you were asleep last night with your face up my ass, so I kinda own this apartment now.”

“I… what?”

“Goddess, dummy. Remember? It’s kind of part animal shelter, part temple… point being, there’s gonna be a lot of cats here pretty soon. I’m gonna need you out of the way while we move everybody in.”

“But I-“

“Oh no need to thank me,” she said, taking Kevin by the shoulders. Her goddess’ strength easily pushed him out the door of the apartment. “I’ll be sure to invite you back in when the reconstruction is done… if I remember. Maybe. I’m bad at remembering. Point being, uh…” Sugar thought for a moment, trying to remember what she was saying. “I guess you’re welcome.”

Sugar shrugged and slammed the door shut in his face before floating back inside her new apartment, happily enjoying the rest of her cereal.