STORY - Kamasucre: The Spice of Life (Patreon)

We're nearing the end of March, just as the seasons change. It's been an incredibly hectic time, and things don't seem to be over yet. Take care of yourselves, and stay safe!

In this story, we're continuing from Sugar's 'Short but Sweet', where our unintentional protagonist runs into another cat. This time, Spice! He's in for quite an encounter...

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Kevin had really come a long way since he was kicked out of his apartment. It certainly wasn’t his idea: he had just happened to catch the attention of a sassy cat goddess that liked to mess with people. He had been a barely-educated NEET in those days. Now he had a job and even lost some weight with all his hard work. He was living in a slightly better apartment across town where he could forget the little pink gremlin and go on with his life.

Except that now he had a little blue one. The cat god had been floating around his apartment for the last few weeks. It wasn’t like he was doing any real harm, but he certainly didn’t mind getting in Kevin’s way. He had barely taken the time to introduce himself as Spice, and only when Kevin had asked.

Spice was blue all over. He had a distinctly pear-shaped body, giving him a big juicy ass that seemed to stick out no matter how he positioned himself. He wore a form-fitting top that barely went to his hips, leaving a pair of balls the size of apples and a shaft half as long as his leg dangling out in the open. His short hair was a slightly darker shade of blue, where his feline ears poked out of the top of his mostly humanoid body. A pair of small ribbons were attached below one of his ears; a strange choice in accessories considering he was wearing no pants.

At first, Kevin was relieved by his uninvited guest. Spice was almost Sugar’s opposite. He was certainly lazy like Sugar, but in the sense that he barely seemed to notice that his human “roommate” was there at all. He took what he felt like but he was never bossy. In his early days of living with him, he’d find Spice eating his cereal out of the box or using his Netflix, but he wouldn’t put up a fight if Kevin tried to take it back.

The longer he stuck around, Spice started growing more comfortable. The ongoing annoyances were started to stack up and grind on Kevin’s last nerve.

It was one thing to have Spice eating his food and walking around half-naked with his wide juicy hips bobbing after him. Kevin couldn’t feel embarrassed for getting hard over that thick figure, no matter who it was attached to.

It was less pleasant when he woke up in the middle of the night to find Spice passed out on top of him. He had been snoring quietly with his plump balls right in Kevin’s face, his ass cheeks jiggling just over his head. The strangely sweet smell of his sweaty nuts in his face woke Kevin up as he tried to shake the creature awake. Spice was a heavy sleeper, so it wasn’t until Kevin grabbed his cheeks and tossed him off that the blue cat woke up.

“What the hell?!” Kevin demanded. The warmth of Spice’s sack was still on his lips.

“I was tired,” Spice explained in his bland little voice. He shrugged and strode out of the room, his big ass bouncing along behind him. Kevin went back to sleep, just to have teasing dreams about the catboi sitting on his face. The next night, Spice was back to sleeping on his face in the middle of the night. And the next night. And the next.

The blue catboi was treating Kevin like he was just the most comfortable spot in the house. Even when he was working on his computer or eating dinner, Spice would plop his fat ass into Kevin’s lap like he was his personal armchair. He’d wriggle and grind there while watching whatever Kevin was doing, getting him cock to harden against his soft shorty cheeks. Knowing what Sugar had been capable of, Kevin was hesitant to push his luck with the floating cat… god? Thing? Whatever he was. But his patience had its limits

“Do you mind?” Kevin finally asked one day.

“Nah, you’re fine,” Spice said as he ate from his little bowl of nachos in Kevin’s lap. “Don’t mind me.”

“I do mind you. Can you move?”

“Eh.” Spice ate another nacho. He dipped a chip into the melted cheese while he noisily crunched on another. He opened his mouth, just for the chip to crack under the weight of its cheesy burden and splat on Kevin’s leg.

“Oops. You wanna get that, dude?” Spice asked as he just went to get another chip.

“Okay! That’s enough!” Kevin blurted. It was the nacho that broke the camel’s back as he stood up abruptly. Spice fell off for a couple inches before he floated to a stop in midair and crossed his legs around his plump blue dick.

“Hey, relax,” Spice said dismissively.

“How can I?! You float around my apartment all day. You sit on me when I’m working and sleeping. You steal my food. You flop your dick around all the time so I can’t think straight! What are you even doing here?!”

“Just hangin’,” Spice said, looking entirely unphased by his angry host’s outburst.

“Well it’s annoying! Show me a little respect, pitch in around here, or get out!”

Spice blinked at him quietly before breaking into the tiniest of smirks, crooking his mouth at one corner.

“What’re you gonna do about it?” Spice asked, folding his stubby arms over his chest.

With a sharp intake of breath, Kevin swung his hand at Spice. Rather than smacking him across the face, he slapped him hard across his big blue butt. He caught Spice right beneath his tail, getting him to gasp and drift an inch closer to him as his ass jiggled, visible even from the front.

“H-hey,” Spice muttered in a listless objection. Kevin waited for him to unleash a curse on him or warp reality to his will to punish his outburst. Something he’d have expected from Sugar. 

Instead, Spice just sort of… frowned. He’d seen the cat teleport around or conjure a fish to eat when he was feeling especially lazy, but he wasn’t as quick to throw around his powers. There was no retribution coming and it felt… incredibly satisfying. Weeks of frustration had vented out with one smack of Kevin’s jiggly behind.

Intrigued by this result, Kevin slapped Spice’s other meaty cheek. Spice squirmed a little with an uncomfortable look on his face. However, his thick cock twitched as it perked up, poking up from between his thighs. He seemed to be enjoying it more than his eyes let on.

“Knock it off,” Spice grumbled, but his eyes trailed off to one side.

“What are you gonna do about it?” Kevin quipped back as he grabbed the catboi by his buns. His fingers sank into them like a plush pillow. He pulled and tucked Spice under his arm, letting him dangle there as he held him around the waist. Spice’s tail perked up as his balls and butt, leaving them easily reached while he didn’t even squirm.

“Come on. Quit it,” Spice groaned, but he wiggled his ass around. His tail and balls bobbed around with it until Kevin smacked it again. He felt Spice’s body tense up and relax again in his grasp as his gelatinously soft booty gradually bounced to a stop.

“I only sat on your face a little,” Spice reminded him. “Even if that one time my balls went in your mouth…”

Spice winced as Kevin took that as an invitation to continue. He swatted the back of the big blue balls he was always flaunting around the house. Even his full balls wobbled, forcing a drop of precum from the tip of his fat shaft.

Spice’s back arched to stick his ass up higher, silently asking for more. He might not have looked like it, but he was enjoying himself on some complex level. There weren’t a lot of people who would punish a cat god, despite Spice being very interested in the idea.

“You’re really into this, aren’t you?” Kevin asked.

“Eh. I’ve had better,” Spice confessed. He twitched as Kevin grabbed his balls with one hand, swelling them up before he started spanking them rapidly with his free hand. His little feline toes curled as the tingle went up his spine. With his arm starting to get tired of holding up the floaty blue boi, he set him over the back of the coach so that his belly rested over the top. With his hands freed he clapped both of his hands into Spice’s blue butt cheeks, squeezing them as tightly as he could manage around the plump orbs.

“Geez, go easy on my ass, dude,” Spice groaned. “You must be really pent up and desperate if you’re going at me like that.”

His teasing hit home as Kevin kept his grip on his cheeks and pushed them apart. Spice’s tail raised and curled as he felt the subtle pull of his meaty buns spreading out to expose his puckered asshole. Having gone this far already, Kevin fearlessly stuffed his face between Spice’s ass cheeks and plunged his tongue into his hole. The bittersweet taste hit him at the same time as Spice emitting a soft, high-pitched gasp.

“Dang, dude!” Spice muttered. “It’s just some nachos. You don’t gotta chew my ass out for it.”

Kevin gave his thick ass a smack, letting his cheeks wobble around him as he flexed and licked his tongue around inside the partially pinned catboi butt. He was plenty hard, and with his face in between the cheeks he let his hand roam down to cup Spice’s balls. He played with the squishy pair until he could feel Spice’s precum trickling down his leg.  Kevin went on devouring his ass and letting his drool run down the catboi’s thighs. He figured that Spice had made bigger messes on his own, so this was forgivable on his part.

“Is that really as deep as you can go?” the cat groaned, leaning his chin in his palm.

Kevin finally pulled his tongue from the catboy’s wet asshole. It was certainly a lot harder to stay mad at the horny cat now that he was acting like his combination stress ball and fucktoy.

“You’re really asking for it, you know that?” Kevin noted.

“Hey, man, you do you.”

“That’s it. I’ll show you just how deep I can go.”

Kevin unzipped his pants and he could see Spice’s ears perk up at the sound. He dropped his pants and stuffed his cock in between Spice’s cheeks, hotdogging it between his buns and sliding it against his slippery anus. The warm cheeks naturally squished against each other, pinning Kevin’s dick in place while rubbing it with every thrust. Kevin moaned softly and while Spice’s face didn’t seem to change, his tail was wiggling sluggishly with anticipation.

With that subtle encouragement, Kevin grabbed Spice by the tail and buried his dick in his butt. The suspended cat inhaled sharply and dug his fingers into the front of the sofa as the bigger human pounded him from behind. Even with his ears and hair bobbing with the intense fucking, Spice looked back at him lazily.

“Nice dick, dude,” he commented.

It looked like that was as expressive as Kevin was going to get from the cat, but that didn’t bother him. The pumping of his hips kept squashing Spice’s ass flatter before his bouncy buns popped back into shape. It left plenty of space for Kevin’s dick to disappear over and over into his wet blue butthole. Spice gave the occasional sigh or grunt under his breath, but he laid there obediently (or just dismissively) as Kevin plowed inside his tight but soft hole.

“Oh fuck. Spice…” Kevin hissed as he fucked the catboy hard enough to slap his balls against the puffed-up blue sack. They had even gotten a bit bigger between all the teasing, along with Spice’s stiff cock pointing straight down at the floor.

“Yea, I know,” Spice grumbled. “Just hurry up and cum, okay? I got slacking to do.”

Kevin’s head swam as he pushed in with one more wet, meaty slap. His cock briefly swelled inside the catboi’s ass, firing his hot goo into his godly bowels. Spice gave a short intake of breath, barely more than a sniff as Kevin’s jizz flooded his rear and trailed after him as the human pulled back out. He could feel the tickling cum trail go all the way back to his pucker where his dick spat its last streaks of white over Spice’s cheeks, standing out against his round blue buns.

“You done?” Spice asked casually. Kevin had to step back and look down to even notice that despite his dismissive attitude, there was a small, fresh streak of Spice’s cum against the back of the couch. He hadn’t even noticed the stoic blue boy orgasming.

“Yea,” Kevin sighed. “For now.”

Spice groaned and rolled his eyes. “This isn’t going to be a regular thing, is it?”

“That depends. Are you going to pay rent?”

Spice groaned louder. “Fiiiiiine. Whatever. But I’m not cleaning that up.”

He floated back into the air and levitated back to the kitchen to retrieve his nachos, seemingly ignoring the cooling cum painting the inside and outside of his ass.